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Playdate - Chapter Ten

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 7.4k

Chapter Summary: Of all the ways you managed to dream up in your head about seeing Dave again, this was never how you would have imagined it actually playing out.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI. (SPOILERS IN THE TAGS!) Angst. Alcohol consumption. Brief violence and mentions of blood. Dave's feelings deserve their own warning 🫠. Dave's idiocy also deserves its own warning (we're working on him okay?). Dave gets a little pushy/forceful/needy with Reader but there's no actual threat or non-con, but figured I should mention it (you are held against a wall at one point but never physically hurt or threatened). Mentioned smut (including sex toys, anal play, light bondage, etc.).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and just being amazing in general 💜

Notes: This chapter starts off with Dave's POV and switches to Reader, I just figured we could use a little insight into Dave.

~ DAVE ~

Knelt down on one knee on the lawn of his ex-wife’s house, Dave could give a shit about the wet grass stain he could feel seeping into the denim of his jeans as he wrapped his arms a little tighter around both his girls, giving them one final goodbye hug. He pulls back slightly, frowning when he sees their wet faces staring back at him. He has to swallow the hard lump in his throat to hold back his own tears that want to fall so he can be strong for them so instead he plasters on the best smile he can manage and brings both hands up to ruffle the hair on both their heads.

“Don’t be sad Angels, I’ll see you again in two weeks okay?” he assures them and they both slowly nod their heads. He knew it would be hard dropping them off today after having them for the entire summer, not only for them but for him as well. It was going to be difficult to go from seeing them every day back to once every two weeks. Not to mention he was now saying goodbye to the only distraction in his life that was holding him together these past couple of months.

“I miss you already Daddy,” his youngest, Alice pouts before her chubby little arms wrap around his neck once more and squeeze. Dave lets out a little chuckle and hugs her back tightly before pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I miss you too, babies,” he sighs.

“Why don’t you girls go inside and wash up now,” his ex-wife Carol finally speaks up from up on the porch at the front door. “Dinner’s almost ready. Steve’s making your favorite,” she announces and both girls' faces light up like kids at Christmas as they finally pull away from their father.

“Sketti and meatballs!” Alice shouts excitedly.

“Bye Daddy,” his oldest, Molly, says one final time, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she takes her younger sister by the hand and leads her up the porch steps and they disappear into the house.

“Said the magic words huh?” Dave chuckles, standing up to his feet and dusting off his jeans.

“Sketti and meatballs” Carol shrugs, a fond smile on her lips. “You look good,” she says after a moment. “Better than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well…” Dave trails off, not wanting to get into why he came to her all but desperate a couple of months ago to let him take their children for an extended summer vacation. “Thanks again, I had a really great time with them.”

“Of course,” she nods. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I’m sure Steve made enough to feed an army. God knows I love him but that man can’t measure pasta to save his life,” she jokes of her new husband and Dave lets out a small chuckle but shakes his head.

“I should probably get going, let you guys have your family dinner.”

“Ok well… the usual time then? Two Saturdays from now?” she asks and Dave nods.

“I’ll be here.”

“Okay. And Dave?” she says just as he turns to head back to the driveway.

“Yeah?” he answers, turning back to face her.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Sure,” he smiles, unconvincing even to himself before he heads down the driveway and gets into his car.

He hadn’t been very candid with her about why he suddenly needed to “get away” and wanted to take his kids on an impromptu summer vacation, but she read him like a book anyway. “What’s her name?” is all she’d asked when he’d shown up on her doorstep a couple of months ago looking tired and distracted. “Doesn’t matter” he’d carelessly shrugged back, not meeting her gaze. Carol had pursed her lips and hummed her agreement but otherwise didn’t push. She knew better. Dave wasn’t exactly one for expressing his feelings, even when they’d been married.

The weeks that follow since bringing his kids back to their mother seem to pass by in a blur as he throws himself full force back into his work, even working on the weekends that he’s not with his kids, mostly as a distraction rather than a necessity. He doesn’t want to be reminded of what his Saturday nights used to be, before. And despite his ex-wife’s wishes he knows he’s not taking proper care of himself. He’s working too much, drinking too much (apart from the days when he has his children of course) and certainly not eating enough. He feels pathetic. Like some lovesick puppy and it’s definitely not a feeling he’s used to. Hell, he didn’t even feel like this when he got divorced or when his now ex-wife got remarried. He bought them a damn wedding present and danced with his daughters standing on his feet at the reception hall. Not that he was thrilled to be a divorced Dad or anything, but he couldn’t argue with Carol when she told him he wasn’t giving her enough of himself. He did feel like shit for months after the separation but after a while it faded and he was able to carve out a new life for himself and he was fine. Happy might have been a stretch, but he was existing just fine.

He of course hadn’t expected you and your husband to turn up barely a year later and turn his whole life upside for several months. It had started out as just fun. Blowing off steam, getting his dick wet, he was far from complaining about any of it. He loved how obedient you both were to him immediately, filling a void in him that he hadn’t engaged in nearly as much as he wanted to. Sure he’d had some rough fucks in his day but that was different than what he had with you. Having a partner - partners - that you built a trust with just brought everything to a new, heightened level and that, well, he hadn’t quite experienced before. But along with trust, of course other feelings start to emerge, feelings Dave had long since given up on expecting to have at this point in his life. And having these feelings for a fucking already married couple did not help his situation any. It was a mistake, he realizes in hindsight, spending your birthday with you both. An entire weekend wrapped up with you, spending the night together, waking up together, having meals together, it was… well, for Dave, it was everything. Everything he never even knew he was looking for and of fucking course he had to find it with two people who already had each other.

And now? Now what the fuck was he doing? Drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of overpriced bourbon at a bar, by himself, on a Friday night. Just like he’s found himself the past countless Friday nights, hoping he’d wake up the next morning and be able to forget about the two people who had apparently taken up permanent residence in the tight cavity of his chest, refusing to be let go.

He was fucking pathetic. And probably needed to get laid, too. That was one thing he could surely do something about easily enough. He’s been coming to this same bar every Friday night for a month now and one cute waitress in particular never seemed to stray very far from his table and he wasn’t that great of a tipper. He’d barely managed a second glance in her direction his past few visits but maybe tonight he should change that. The drinking wasn’t enough of a distraction anymore and this week was his off-week from seeing his kids so he didn’t have that to keep himself occupied either.

Mind made up he signals the waitress over to his table - whatever her name was. She’d told him probably a dozen times but fuck if he could remember it. It didn’t matter, after tonight he doesn’t plan on seeing her again and he’ll make sure she understands that before he actually leaves with her. For now, what’s the harm in a little fun? A decent pair of tits and a tight pussy is all he needs to get his head back on straight he thinks. And judging by the way the waitress basically comes bouncing over to him the moment he waves her over, it isn’t going to be much of a challenge. The only challenge for Dave will be when he closes his eyes as he sinks inside her, hoping, praying that it’s no longer the image of you that’s emblazoned on the backs of his eyelids.

~ YOU ~

It’s been nearly four months since your birthday. Since you last saw him.

In the time since that first weekend after Dave had disappeared from your lives, you and Marcus had found your rhythm again. Your lives are back to normal and, realistically, maybe even better than they’ve ever been. You were communicating so much more now and your physical relationship (which, you’d never had much of an issue with to begin with) was definitely thriving. Due to the increased communication, the two of you were always not only willing, but eager to talk more while in bed about anything you were particularly craving and put in the effort together for each other. It had really started the night Marcus had taken charge (a week after your birthday) and fully blossomed from there. There was one Sunday morning back a few months ago where the two of you laid in bed together with your laptop in front of you and were online shopping for fun new sex toys you both might enjoy. You filled your cart without judgment or shame and Marcus hastily typed in his credit card information when you were done browsing. The moment you heard the ‘swish’ of the order confirmation being sent, Marcus snapped the laptop closed, tossed it to the far corner of the bed and then all but pounced on you.

Early on when the two of you were still navigating your post-Dave waters Marcus had even asked you if you still wanted someone else in your lives. The role Dave was meant to (and had initially) played, you assume he meant (before it had gone and gotten complicated). You could tell by the way he asked you, his voice unsure and hesitant sounding, that it wasn’t something he wanted. And in all honesty, you didn’t want it anymore either and you were quick to assure him of that. Not only was Marcus indulging and fulfilling anything you desired, but whoever it was, they’d never be Dave anyway. It didn’t have to be said out loud that he was the only extra piece you’d both ever want in your marriage, you both knew it already.

Sunday mornings seemed to be when you’d find yourself thinking of and missing Dave the most, when you’d look around your bedroom in the aftermath of what your Saturday night had been. Saturday nights had become your routinely scheduled evenings where you and Marcus would get extra adventurous in bed, typically breaking in more of your new toys you’d purchased and just letting loose and taking out all your stresses of the week on one another.

One particular Sunday morning you remember lying next to Marcus who had just opened his beautiful sleepy eyes and you brushed his hair back from his forehead and then let out a little giggle followed by a sad sigh when your gaze caught site of the black fuzzy handcuffs that were still looped around one of the spokes in the headboard.

“He would’ve loved to see you like that,” you murmur, eyebrow raised playfully and you actually see Marcus’ ears turn pink and he bashfully hides his face in the pillow for a quick moment and laughs.

“You think so?”

“I know so baby. God you were so hot, at my mercy like that.”

Your blood begins to run hot just thinking about it again now. How he’d submitted to you. He’d laid down on his stomach, arms stretched above his head where you’d cuffed him to the bed and then you sat back on his thighs, massaging his ass with one hand while the other prepared the lube and the plug that the two of you had picked out together on your impromptu online shopping adventure a couple of weeks earlier in the other. It was the first time he’d ever let you do anything like that to him, though you’d discussed it a few times beforehand, and you were both pleasantly surprised how hot you found it.

You’d slowly fed him the plug, all the while gently rubbing his back with your free hand, soothing him and telling him how well he was doing for you. You still can’t erase from memory the way your breath hitched when he replied in a low, quivering voice, “yeah, I’m being a good boy?” God, the way the arousal instantly flooded you it was a miracle you were able to continue what you were doing and not abandon it all together to take care of yourself.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” you assured him, hand leaving his back to smoothing across the globes of his ass instead

Once you’d gotten it all the way inside and ensured he was comfortable you’d began to slowly maneuver it partially out and then back in, over and over again until it got to feeling so good for him that you’d gotten off his legs and let him get up on his knees when he’d begged you to let him fuck you.

You slid underneath his body, never uncuffing him, wriggling up the bed until you were face to face and left the plug seated deep in his ass as you helped guide his leaking tip to your entrance and he pushed inside. His hands were able to grip the spokes in the headboard so he had some leverage while still held captive in his position and he railed into you deep and hard, moaning like you’d never heard him before for the entire time, like he was on an entirely different plane of pleasure he hadn’t yet experienced.

Afterwards when you both lay spent and chests heaving with exhaustion you’d uncuffed him, gently removed the plug and gathered him in your arms, letting him cling to you with his head resting on your chest. You kissed and played with his hair, murmuring into the top of his head what a good boy he was for you and he just held you tighter until you’d both fallen asleep.

You loved your playful, risque and experimental Saturday nights, but you also loved the quieter, more intimate times as well. You loved waking up on a Sunday morning and lazily making love for hours, refusing to leave the comfort of your marital bed for most of the day. You loved weeknights sprawled out on the sofa relaxing after dinner and watching TV when you’d start necking like teenagers until he’d shove your pants down and slip inside of you, fucking you slow and deep until you both came and then he’d carry you up the stairs to bed. You loved nights when you were both too exhausted from your work days to do much of anything but still wanted to be close so you’d make out a little until he got hard and he would push inside your warm heat and then just wrap his arms around you and hold you until you’d both fall asleep with him inside you.

At the end of the day, well and truly, this had been what you both had wanted, originally. Dave was meant to come in, spice up your love life a little bit, teach you both a couple of things and then leave you to your lives with your newfound sexual knowledge. He’d done that, and yet, there was no denying that you still felt like a piece was just missing now.

A Dave York shaped piece.

You didn’t like to bring him up often to each other anymore. All it did was cause sadness for you both. You’d talked a lot early on and had eventually both admitted out loud your feelings you had for Dave but now there was no use bringing up his name anymore. He was gone and you had to accept it. It didn’t mean you couldn’t miss him, because oh, you missed him. All the time. But there was no use dwelling on something you had no control over, you had to move on. And you had, for the most part.

Or so you thought, until one Friday evening when your work colleagues managed to drag you out with them to a bar and there in the flesh, across the room of the dimly lit tavern, sat the one and only Dave fucking York.

You’d nearly spilled your drink on yourself when your head had turned and you saw him in your peripheral. He looked handsome as ever, wearing dark jeans and a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, top couple of buttons undone showing a teasing amount of perfect sun-kissed skin. Wherever his “emergency sabbatical” took him, it was apparently somewhere spent mostly outdoors in the sun you presume. His face looked a little thinner as well, his features more sharp and refined and you have to wonder if he’s been hitting the gym a lot more recently.

The only thing, frankly, that didn’t look good on him right now was the tiny blonde currently seated in his lap holding up a tray of shots you assume were meant for another table before Dave had intervened when something pretty caught his eye. You could practically feel your blood boiling at the sight before you, those deft fingers that knew your body all too well pulling and teasing at the belt loops of the tiny denim shorts the waitress was wearing while she threw her head back in laughter at something he’d said, eating up whatever attention he was willing to give her and you can’t say you blamed the girl. When the sly, sexy grin crossed his lips and he buried his face in her hair to undoubtedly whisper something absolutely filthy next to her ear and you saw her bite her lip in response, it felt like a hard slap across the face and everything happening around you instantly turned to white noise as you focused all your attention on the man across the room who, far as you could tell, hadn’t noticed you yet.

Before you do anything you quickly dig into your purse hanging on your chair for your phone and send a text to Marcus letting him know that Dave is here. His reply of ‘holy shit’ comes back near instantly but before you have a chance to type anything further you hear a loud voice bellowing from behind you for service, waiting for their shots apparently, and the tiny blonde regretfully starts to peel herself off of Dave’s lap to attend to her duties. Unfortunately Dave’s eyeline drifts to where the voice comes from, which you happen to be right in the cross hairs of. You see the tiniest flicker of shock etch across his features before his carefully crafted mask slips perfectly back into place and he gives you a small shit-eating grin that you wish you had the courage to slap right off of him. Eyes not leaving yours he simply picks up his beer and pulls another sip from it before he reaches out, grabs the hand of the waitress about to walk away and tugs her back into his lap, wrapping a possessive arm around her. His gaze never leaves you, even as his head tilts down to press his lips to the girl's shoulder.

Asshole.

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them. He’s being a prick on purpose and you simply hate him in this moment. Dave York was a lot of things, but you’d never known him to be mean. Until now.

Not able to look at him another second you hastily push back from the table, your chair screeching across the hardwood loud enough to stop the idle chit-chat amongst your table of coworkers as they all stop to stare at you, having no clue what’s going on.

“I’ll be right back, just… need some air,” you explain curtly, not offering anything further or waiting for anyone to offer to accompany you.

You vaguely hear one of them calling your name questioningly as you stand up from the table and storm off towards the exit, passing Dave who’s now downing the entire tray of shots like they’re water.

Good, drink yourself half to death, you fucking idiot.

When the cool evening air hits you the moment you step outside it's like a brief reprieve and you take a deep breath, tears freely spilling down your cheeks now that you hastily try wiping away with the back of your hand. There’s a small crowd standing outside the front doors smoking cigarettes and vape pens but the chatter amongst them halts to a dead silence when the door slams shut behind you in your haste to get outside. Not in the mood for any onlookers, you quickly head off in the opposite direction and take the left turn down the alley at the side of the building for some privacy until you can catch your breath and, god willing, get your body to stop trembling. You realize too that you’d left your purse and your phone inside and you can’t possibly go back in there right now, not like this.

“Fuck,” you sigh into the desolate alley, stopping to lean your back against the cool brick and hanging your head, burying your face in your hands. The emotions of it all, of seeing him again, hits you like a ton of bricks and you let out a loud sob, your legs practically buckling from underneath you causing you to slide down the wall and squat down, elbows resting on your knees and face still buried in your hands as the now quieter sobs continue to rack your body.

You’re feeling just about every emotion under the sun right now and they’re all pouring out of you at once. You’re angry, jealous, sad, irritated, but maybe worst of all you’re reminded of just how fucking badly you still miss him. How badly you weren’t over him. And you hate yourself for it.

“Gotta light?”

That voice… of course you recognize it the second you hear it, even with his words slightly slurred and your face practically buried between your knees, and of course he had to follow you out here. The moment your head raises to look at his smug smirk with the cigarette dangling between his perfect lips you scowl, quickly rising to your feet and taking the two short strides over to where he stands in the middle of the alley and you snatch white stick from his mouth and immediately snap it in two, tossing it carelessly to the ground between you.

“Hey!” Dave barks at you, his voice sharp and loud as it echoes off the walls of the tight alleyway.

As if he has any right to be the one pissed off right now.

“Oh you don’t even smoke,” you argue back immediately, not in any type of mood to be taking shit from this man.

“I’m a social smoker,” he shrugs and you doubt even that’s the truth, he just wanted a reason to follow after you.

“You’re an asshole,” you bite back, not missing a beat.

He scoffs. “Somebody’s in a mood. Maybe you need that cigarette more than I do.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He’s on you before the last syllable even leaves your lips, both his large hands on your shoulders shoving you backwards until your back hits the wall and he’s crowding your space, leaving barely an inch of space between your two bodies that are now breathing heavily with adrenaline. You can smell the alcohol on him and you know he’s had a lot to drink. If you weren’t half buzzed already you could probably get there just by the smell wafting off of him.

“Think you’d rather I fuck you, hmm? That where all this attitude is coming from Baby?”

His hips force yours further into the unforgiving brick behind you as his hands leave your shoulders to grip your waist instead and you can feel the hard outline of his obvious desire pressing against you. You bite your lip to suppress the moan that’s begging to escape your throat but it slips through anyway; barely registering but he hears it. Of course he does. You can see the way the corner of his lip turns upward into a sly grin.

“There’s my girl.”

“I’m not your anything! You fucking left Dave. You left!” You raise your hands up to shove hard at his chest but he’s like an immovable wall.

“I know.”

His voice is suddenly soft, dare you say, remorseful sounding. You hate how your resolve and anger instantly starts to wane the moment he lets his guard down even the slightest bit.

“I know,” he repeats it again, softer, quieter, his forehead coming down to rest against yours where he slightly shakes his head back and forth. One hand lets go of the grip on your waist and he gently rubs the back of his knuckles up and down the top of your arm, just a barely-there touch that’s already causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to sound stronger than what you know you’re actually capable of right now. “Why did you follow me out here?”

“I want what you want”. His voice is suddenly at your ear and an involuntary shiver runs through your entire body. “Come home with me,” he tries, his voice slurring just slightly and you roll your eyes and attempt to put space between the two of you again. This time he’s not expecting it and you do manage to push him back a few inches and he wobbles on his feet.

“A drunk fuck so you can disappear again the minute it’s over, you think that’s what I want?” You’re practically screaming at him now, but you don’t care, he deserves it.

“C’mon,” he huffs, sounding annoyed as he quickly crowds your space once more, this time he manages to grab your hands and hoist them above your head, pressing them into the wall so you can’t push him off you again. “One last time for old times sake, huh? Let me fuck this attitude right out of you”

“I’m married, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Hasn’t exactly stopped us before,” he smirks and then lowers his face down so he can nuzzle into you, his nose grazing your ear and his smooth cheek brushing against yours and for a moment you feel yourself melting into his soft touch.

Your voice lacks the conviction you know it should when you rasp out a quiet "Dave, stop”. You won’t go home with him, you know you won’t. You’d never hurt Marcus like that (again), but the smell of his familiar cologne on his shirt collar, the way his warm skin feels pressed against yours and how your body seemingly just fits into the contours of his own you can’t find it in you to immediately try and push him away again either. It’s been so long, you want to just feel him. Just for a moment.

“Kiss me,” he tries, voice suddenly at your ear before he moves just slightly until his lips hover on yours. He doesn’t force it on you, waiting for you to make that final move and close the distance between you. It takes everything in you, but you manage to turn your face away and you hear his desolate sigh in response, hot breath fanning your cheek.

“Take a hint buddy,” a deep voice suddenly interrupts and both your heads snap to the side where you see an enormous man standing at the opening of the alley, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He must be a good six inches shorter than Dave but easily has over 100lbs on him. He’s a very wide, stocky man with a long ponytail and a studded leather vest over top of a faded t-shirt and covered in tattoos, looking like he belongs in some type of biker gang. You immediately recognize him as the man from earlier who tried to summon the waitress from Dave.

He fishes a lighter from his pocket and brings the flame up to light the cigarette and takes a long drag before breathing a large cloud of smoke out.

“She’s not interested,” he repeats when Dave doesn’t loosen his hold on you. “And you’re paying for those six shots by the way, prick.”

“What, you think she’s saving herself for you?” Dave laughs, incredulous. His hands suddenly leave yours, allowing your arms to drop down to your sides and he takes a step back from you, fully turning towards the man who’s now taken a few tentative steps into the alley. Dave reaches a hand into his back pocket fishing out his wallet. He pulls what looks to be a fifty from the bill fold, scrunches it up to a ball and throws it in the direction of the man standing in front of him before closing his wallet and returning it to his pants.

“There, now fuck off.”

“What’s your problem man?” The bystander asks, flicking his cigarette away and taking two long strides forward, the fifty note left crumpled and forgotten on the ground.

“My problem? My problem is fucking assholes who can’t mind their own business. Go fuck off and get your micro dick sucked somewhere else.”

Your brow furrows as you listen to Dave seemingly intentionally picking a fight with this complete stranger. This was not the calm, cool, collected Dave that you’re used to.

You didn’t like whoever this Dave was.

“Wanna try saying that to my face, shithead?” The shorter man challenges, taking another step towards Dave.

“Dave, just leave it,” you try but he waves a flippant hand at you, not even bothering to look in your direction.

“How bout I get you a stepstool and you say it to mine, small fry.”

“Don’t need a stool to lay you out right here on the pavement,” he challenges right back, taking yet another step closer until they’re just inches apart, the shorter man apparently not intimidated whatsoever and likely rather comfortable in a fight, you assume. What he doesn’t know, however, and what you do, is Dave’s extensive military training. Even drunk you have no doubt he could easily kill this man and barely break a sweat, if he wanted to.

“Leave it alone Dave, c’mon, I mean it!” You try again but you might as well be talking to the wall behind you, as neither of the men are paying you any attention any longer. Ironic, since you’re half the reason the fight started in the first place. Men.

“Tell you what,” Dave begins, voice smug. “First one’s free,” he finishes, raising his arms up in the air, defenseless.

Before you even have a chance to plead with them once more the other man swings, clocking Dave right in the gut that has him doubling over for a few brief seconds before he quickly rights himself again, and, to your astonishment, starts laughing.

“That it?” Dave laughs, back to his full height again. “C’mon, again,” he goads.

This time the stranger's fist connects with Dave’s face, causing his head to swing left with the impact he puts behind it. You quickly scramble over to Dave who lets out another chuckle as he wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and turns back to face his foe.

“Pussy,” Dave taunts before spitting blood to the ground at the man's feet. “Why don’t we call the waitress out from inside, she probably hits harder than you do.”

“Dave!”

You watch it happening like it’s in slow motion, how the man grabs Dave’s head with both hands and smashes it into the brick wall and Dave, for whatever reason, doesn’t even fight it. It makes you think of those videos you had to watch in Drivers Ed as a teenager, how the drunk driver in the scenario is typically the one to survive a collision because their response time is so slow their body just lets go and goes with the flow rather than bracing for impact. The part that really tears you up inside though is you don’t even think it’s the alcohol, you think he’s doing it on purpose, wanting to get hurt. You hear the loud smack as his forehead hits the brick and you instantly surge forward, taking the brunt of his weight as he collapses into you and you both slowly slide down to the ground with him in your arms because you can’t hold his weight.

“Get up, you piece of shit!” the stranger yells, furious, and you scream, covering Dave’s body with your own where he lays in your lap as the man winds up to kick Dave while he’s down.

“Enough!” A third man’s voice shouts and relief floods your whole system as you recognize it’s Marcus. In a flash he’s crossing the alley, grabbing the stranger by his shirt and shoving him into the brick and holding him there. Marcus was definitely ‘a lover not a fighter’, but he could certainly hold his own when it came down to it if need be. You’re not scared any longer.

“You alright Honey?” he asks, quickly chancing a glance over to where you’re kneeled on the ground with Dave’s head in your lap, surveying the laceration above his eyebrow.

The man in Marcus’ grasp looks at the two of you confused, then when he notices Marcus’ wedding ring where his fists are cuffed in his shirt, his eyes widen in disbelief.

“Holy shit, is this your wife? I just did you a favour pal,” he scoffs, lightly shoving at Marcus and Marcus backs off just slightly, letting go but staying close in case the man wants to go at Dave again who’s practically unconscious at this point.

“Look it's fine just… go back inside please,” Marcus huffs before he turns back to you and frowns. “Think we can get him up?”

Between the two of you and Dave’s slight cooperation (as much as he can manage with not only how intoxicated he is but how he surely just got few screws knocked loose thanks to that brick wall) you manage to get him up and he looks around a little disoriented, shaking his head while you and Marcus flank either side of him and hold him up.

“Marcus? You’re here,” Dave slurs and then turns his entire body into him and practically collapses into his arms in what you think was meant to be a hug. Marcus manages to hold Dave upright, both his arms holding under Dave’s armpits to keep him on his feet.

“I’m here,” Marcus croaks out. “I’ve got you.”

“The fuck?” the stranger mutters, shaking his head as he watches what must surely be a very strange reaction to a husband finding another man hitting on his wife in a dark alley. “Good luck with… well, all of that pal,” he says with a wave of his hand in the direction of the three of you before he turns on his heel, bends down to pick up the discarded fifty and heads back out of the alley and presumably back toward the bar.

“I’m drunk,” Dave suddenly breaks the silence, pushing back slightly from Marcus and wavering on his feet. His brows furrow in confusion and he wipes at his forehead. When his hand comes into his eyeline and he sees blood smeared on it, his features scrunch up again. “And I think I hit my head?”

“It’s ok, do you think you can help us get you to the car? It’s close,” Marcus tries to explain to Dave who manages a small nod. You get behind Dave and lift one of his arms up and turn him slightly, draping his arm over your shoulders as you move with him to stand at his side, Marcus now holding up the other. Thankfully Marcus had hastily just parked the car in a loading zone directly in front of the bar after you failed to answer any of his texts or calls so the walk was quick and you managed to get Dave shoved into the front passenger seat. You quickly run back inside to grab your purse and phone and say a quick goodnight to your coworkers and then hurry back out to the car. Dave mumbles off his address once Marcus slides into the driver’s seat and Marcus gives a non-commital grunt of acknowledgement before he pulls away from the curb and drives away. Barely two minutes later Dave’s head is tilted all the way back into the headrest and he’s passed out. You lean forward from the backseat to address Marcus.

“We can’t take him home like that. What if he has a concussion or something?”

“I’m not taking him home” Marcus quickly responds, shaking his head.

With a satisfied sigh you lean back into your seat.

What a fucking disaster.

Barely ten minutes later Marcus pulls into your driveway, hitting the button clipped to the sun visor to open the garage. The last thing he needs is for his neighbors to see the two of you dragging a bloodied half unconscious man into your home in the middle of the night.

You only manage to get him as far as the couch on the main floor, an upstairs bedroom too harrowing of a feat to attempt you presume with Dave’s inability to offer much of his own assistance. With a loud grunt you manage to drop him down to a seated position on the sofa and he immediately falls back into the soft cushions.

“Stay with him, I’ll get some water and something for his head,” Marcus says and you nod your head.

He’s only gone a minute or so, taking a little longer because he couldn’t find the Aspirin bottle right away, but when he returns with two extra strength tablets and a full glass of water he stops in his tracks just inside the living room.

Dave is flopped on his side, face resting on your lap facing where Marcus stands while your hands delicately card through his hair.

He’s murmuring quiet little ramblings with his eyes closed, something about “fucked up” and “so sorry” and you just gently hush him, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.

“We need to clean him up” you tell Marcus when you notice him standing there. There’s blood still smeared across his forehead but thankfully not very much, he hadn’t been actively bleeding for very long. At least you know he doesn’t require any stitches.

Marcus sighs and crosses the room, getting down on his haunches in front of the couch in Dave’s direct eye line.

“Hey Buddy,” he tries softly. “Need you to sit up for me, have some water and take these.”

Dave grunts, noncommittally, but ultimately does try and push himself up. You both help until he’s back into a seated position and Marcus hands him the two white tablets. Dave stares at them for several seconds before tossing them back into his throat and swallowing without water. You tisk at him and shove the water glass into his hand.

“Drink,” you order. He does. He finishes near the entire glass in one go and your eyes widen in surprise.

“There,” he sighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can I go now?”

You’re so frustrated you could smack him. One second he’s being a total asshole, the next he’s trying to kiss you, then he’s purposely getting the shit beat out of him, then practically crying in your lap, and now he’s back to being obstinate again.

He was right about one thing. He is fucked up. And you don’t think it’s just the booze.

“I’m sorry, no,” you shake your head, trying to sound less angry than you feel. The last thing you need is to pick another fight with this unpredictable man right now. “Baby, you’re bleeding”

The endearment slips out completely by accident. You don’t even notice you’ve said it but both Dave and Marcus do, their widened gazes turning to you at the exact same moment.

“Dave,” you quickly try to correct, shaking your head.

He lets out a little snort and nods his head, like he’s willing to let you get away with your little slip up.

“You hit your head really hard, you can’t be alone tonight. If you can make it upstairs you can have the guest room, if not, we can make up the couch. In the morning you’re free to go, I promise.”

“Fine,” he relents, shoulders dropping.

“Think you can help us get you upstairs?” you ask and he nods his head. Both you and Marcus throw one of his arms around your shoulders and help him up, taking each of the steps up the staircase slowly. Dave seems to be somewhat coming out of his fog and much more helpful this time, thankfully. You’re pretty sure it’s just the alcohol working against him now, his brain mostly cleared from the fog of the head trauma. Once you reach the top of the stairs you go to turn towards the guest room but Dave plants his feet and attempts to twist his body away from it, toward the direction he knows your and Marcus’ master bedroom is instead. You and Marcus both share a look behind Dave’s back where you’re holding him and after a moment Marcus gives you one solitary nod, acquiescing to Dave's wishes.

Once inside the room you unravel yourself from Dave as Marcus sits down on the edge of the mattress, bringing Dave with him to sit next to him. You head off to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and come back into the room to gently wipe away the blood and dirt at Dave’s forehead.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” you mutter as you clean him up best you can, shaking your head slightly. He doesn’t answer and you don’t expect him to, nor do you really even want him to in his condition. He needs to sleep it off, maybe you’ll get some clarity in the morning.

Once he’s cleaned up Marcus lifts Dave’s arm off of him and puts it into his lap. He isn’t sure what to do next so he leaves Dave there and wanders off to the bathroom to find you where you’re rinsing off the washcloth in the sink.

“What do we do with him?” he asks quietly.

“Well… honestly it’s probably better we’re in the same room anyway, that way if something happens in the middle of the night we’re there,” you reason and Marcus nods.

“Ok…” he sighs, following after you as you exit the bathroom and flick off its light.

You stop just outside the bathroom when you see Dave passed out in the middle of your bed, all his clothes - including his shoes - still on and you sigh.

“I got it,” Marcus says, going to the end of the bed and untying the laces of Dave’s shoes before placing them on the ground. That’s all you undress of him though, he’ll be fine sleeping in the rest of his clothes. Marcus was already in sweats and a t-shirt but you were still in work clothes so go over to your dresser and fish out a pair of pajamas and quickly change. Once you’re ready for bed you turn out the lights and both you and Marcus crawl in on either side of Dave. You can’t help but reach a hand out and brush it through his hair as his light snores fill the quiet, darkened room.

Fuck, you really missed him.

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sugarcoated-lame · 1 year

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living comfortably out in jackson with this older joel and he still fucks you deep and slow like he did all those years ago. takes you home after going to the bar in town and let’s you ride him, but let’s out a chuckle when you ride him hard.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

(also your new layout is so cute i love it!!! 🥰)

this contains smut, so 18+ minors dni!*

*extremely loud sounds of me falling down the stairs*

Hhhhfejvjekf oh my god SEB !!! <33 Joel thots are literally just what I needed right now while I’m suffering in bed from my period so thank you 😭💜💜

You and Joel live a quiet, comfortable life in Jackson, the two of you sleeping in on mornings when neither of you are scheduled to be on patrol, enjoying cups of coffee and listening to the sweet sounds of Joel playing his guitar on the porch, cooking dinners together and cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace.

The two of you like to joke about his age, and you love to tease Joel about what an old man he is, because you know it riles him up and because secretly, he loves it. Loves it when he gets the opportunity to prove you wrong, how good he can make you feel, to show you just what this old man can do to you.

Fucking you deep into your mattress, his body a comforting weight leaning over your back as he thrusts into you from behind, torturously slow and oh so deep until you’re writhing for him, crying out for him with each harsh slap of his hips against your backside as he hits that spot deep inside you that leaves you seeing stars. Joel tuts at you, a smirk on his lips at what a desperate, mewling mess you’ve become underneath him, his beard tickling deliciously at the skin your as he leans down further to whisper in your ear.

“old man, huh? Look at what this old man is doing to you, darlin’.”

And him taking you home after going to the bar got me thinking, maybe you work nights as a bartender at the tipsy bison, and you just know Joel would be coming by the bar each night to pick you up so that you won’t be walking home alone. He shows up at the same time each night like clockwork, where you wait with his usual drink sitting atop the bar, the two of you chatting quietly amongst yourselves, just enjoying each other’s company while Joel finishes his drink and you pour a drink of your own before making the short walk home. And then riding him once you get home? Absolutely!!!

Too eager to wait to make it upstairs to the bedroom, your lips are on Joel’s the second you walk through the front door, hands scrambling to tear off his coat and unbuckle his belt and his jeans before you’re pushing him down onto the couch. After removing your own clothes just as frantically you’re straddling his lap, sinking down onto him in one swift move, knowing you’re already more than wet enough to take him. The rhythm of your hips is fast and erratic from the get-go, moving frantically against Joel’s as you rise and sink back down onto his length, nails clawing into his shoulders to keep yourself steady, your breathy moans mingling with his deep grunts. His big, rough hands grip your hips and Joel lets out a groan that morphs into a throaty chuckle as you begin riding him harder.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

Hhhhnnnfjgkejg this has me screaming like a feral gremlin 🫠

Aaaah thank you so much my love, I’m so glad you like the new layout, you’re so cute and I love you!! <333 And thank you for sending in these amazing thots, they’re absolutely gonna be living in my head rent-free for the next like week haha ty, ilysm !!!! 🥰😘💕💜💕🌼

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laurfilijames · 6 months

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Hello lovely! I was curious how you'd rank Will's outfits in TF. Which look is your favorite?

Love, Jess 💜

Jess

JESSS.

This ask has thoroughly destroyed me but I am so grateful to you and the thots that have come from it, so thank you very, very much. 🥵

These were not easy decisions, and it took a lot of time staring and researching, but here are my rankings:

The Polo.

Come on. The fit of that thing? Fuck me. The way it stretches over his broad shoulders and his firm tits and how it showcases those arms of his?!? I'm wrecked. Every single time I see THAT scene I am incoherent and making noises and there's drool.

Not only the shirt, but the jeans?!? They cover those legs of his in a way that makes them go on for DAYS. The belt? The way he makes a point to hold the belt as he's talking? Fuck off, Captain Miller, you're too sexy for words.

The Grey Henley. (I couldn't find a better gif 😩)

Just. Yeah.

I hardly have words to explain this one.

I mean, he could've undone that last button which probably would've put this outfit at number one, but god the fit of it is purely carnal and I'm unwell. Points for rolling up the sleeves to show off his amazing forearms which are a favourite feature of mine and a whole kink in itself. And pairing it with those cargo pants? 👌 A+ Will.

I'm calling this next one The Warrior Outfit.

The plaid shirt. The slutty scarf. The tac vest with all his gear and weapons 🫠 (hey, Captain let's put those zip ties to good use…) We have another appearance of cargo pants, this time equipped with built in knee pads (🥵) I can't begin to explain how this outfit gets better over time with him being soaking wet from rain and swimming across that river, the mud and dirt and grime, plus the blood from his gunshot wound….I'm starting to think this needs to move up in the ranks but I'm honestly such a mess right now I can't make a decision to save my life.

The Hoodie

I know that polo is under it 👀 Imagine how warm he is in that? I would like to bury myself in it and never be seen again please and thank you. He just looks so comfy and cozy and thicccccc in it and I really love this casual look on him. For some reason it screams Husband to me 🫠

The “I’m a professional and this is my fancy shirt” Button Down.

He's just so fucking sweet in this shirt. I imagine this is like his “date” shirt. I want to rip it off of him. Points for tucking it in those fucking jeans again 🤤 and rolling up the sleeves. 💦💦

Honourable mention to this outfit

Which I'll call The “this was rolled up in my bag for a week but it matches my eyes” shirt

It looks comfortable. Linen and breezy. Clearly effortless judging by the wrinkles 🤣 and fuck me the way it compliments his eyes in that last scene has me screaming. I'd really like to see him in just that white t-shirt that's under it though.

In conclusion;

William Miller can wear anything or nothing at all and it will severely disarm me no matter what.

#I am unwell #send help #send Captain William Ironhead Miller to revive me #will miller #will 'ironhead' miller #triple frontier #charlie hunnam

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pyramid-of-starrs · 1 year

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Omg hongjoong, san or mingi and they're obsessed w the readers ass. like them tiktoks "he don't know what to do w allat"😭😭😭

Minors DNI

Oh my god okay, because I can see all three of them being like ??? Like those 3 for sure are the booty lovers of the group. Hands all over your ass or making you sit in their laps all the time just so they can connect with your ass. Especially if you’re thicker with thighs. I know they some ass biters too 😭. Anon I can make a Drabble too ab this lol just let me know.

Hongjoong: He’s pretty chill about his love for your ass but you know about it and he def doesn’t hide it. One day you’re just bent over your kitchen counter and he walks up and glides his hand up your ass just cos he loves the feel of the curvature of your ass. When he hugs you goodbye his hands would slide past your waist and sit on both your cheeks because that’s where they belong in his mind. You’re picking up your phone you dropped on the floor and you bend down to get it and he would stop mid sentence just to say “damn”. He also can get a little cute with it and play bongos on your booty lol. His feral side comes out when you’re getting dressed and put on a black thong you got with an “HJ” charm 🤭. He would pull you on the bed and bend you over to eat you from behind 🫠

Mingi: oh this is an ASS man, he loves touching your booty especially if it’s big. You’ll be laying on your stomach just scrolling on tiktok and he would be smacking your butt just to watch the recoil and bounce, you’re use to it though this is something he does often 🥴. He hugs you and grips it and lifts both cheeks and when you say his name to stop he absolutely will not lol. Then during sex? Oh he loooooves to smack it, especially while he’s pounding you out from the back, he loves doggy style because he wants to listen to the clapping of your ass and he purposely goes faster so your ass jiggles more. He would say stuff like “I love this fat ass” or “this ass is so big baby” while he keeps fucking you nice and deep.

San: A mix of both, what I love about San is that he won’t care about how big or small your ass is, he cares about the ass existing. He’s a real ass lover, just loves that body part. He’s would be sitting down and you’re standing up and he’ll ask for a hug just so he can wrap his arms around that ass, squeeze it nice and tight. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if he sees you walking around the house in booty shirts, he’d have to fuck you right then and there. Bending you over the first flat surface he could find and just grip your ass the entire time. Even if your booty is little he would be gripping and smacking it while he bites his lips. “San I don’t even have an ass…” “you have the perfect ass actually” he would stop you from talking bad about your booty cos to him that’s not your ass you’re talking about anymore that’s his ass. “All this ass belongs to me right.” While he’s palming your ass and fucking you slow 🤭

Anon you’ve inspired me to write something else 😫💜

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #hongjoong smut #mingi smut #san smut

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 6 months

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White Wedding AU question: I know David's outfit is based of Billy Idol himself, but how did you come up with the designs for the other boys? Can we possibly get a more detailed look at them?

(PS I love the comedy and tragedy masks for Dwayne and Paul) 💜

Hi Lav!!! I'm so happy you wanna ask about the AU I can finally ramble about it~!!!

While I don't exactly have any sketches of the boys in full detail [Yet... 👀] I do have reference photos!

You are correct that David's appearance is heavily based off of Billy Idols initial look in the White Wedding music video [Maybe a bit of the band Ghost 👀], nothing much different I'd say. I'm such a sucker for the fact that David's whole look was slightly based off the punk style Idol had in the first place- and I'm a RELIGIOUS believer in the headcanon that he's one of David's favorite singers. 😩🙏

For Pauly's overall look and style, I was really inspired by Mötley Crüe and KISS. The whole style and look of the guys is based heavily on a ton of reds and black- and good God tassels and spikes. He also has bandages all over his arms and feet [given he's always running off sneaking around the grounds of the Chapel covered in thorny rose vines, glass, rocks n rubble BAREFOOT] watching their Pretty and making sure she isn't causing any trouble he'd had to go and report to David.

Similiar to Paul, Dwayne’s style is a little stylized from KISS, but the initial vibes and look I want from his is a Phantom Of The Opera feel. Also! I'll admit his outfit is quite similar to David's, maybe with a few changes and the leopard fur [ref to his jacket 😏] but it's kinda suppose to show how he's sort of a second to David if they were ever in ranks- he's the opposite side of the same coin of sorts when it comes to him and David and taking action with plans.

Speaking of the same coin, the masks are suppose to reveal the same with with Pauly and Dwayne! [While rarely worn unless for like- effect in scaring or threatening someone] The masks show how they seem to work- Paul's mischevious, a trickster, joyful, and Dwayne is more tragic, lonely, and heart broken.

Marko’s look is very much the more... Flashy and expressive than the other boys- but that's just how he is! He likes showing off his colors like an avian. He's got himself a Cowboy/Casanova [CARRIE UNDERWOOOOD 😩] Look- which is mostly just inspired by his natural look with chaps and worn out cowboy boots. 🫠 It's also supposed to give off his artistic feel with all the canvases and sharps of stain glass and treasures he finds dangling from the walls and ceilings of where he resides in the Chapel.

#Sorry I like info dumping ab them 💀#THIS AU MAKES ME HAPPYYY #cherry rambles #i'm cringe but i'm free #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #🦇🤍White Wedding AU🤍🦇#fruitbats🦇🍒#tlb marko #tlb paul #tlb dwayne #tlb david

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bettyfrommars · 4 months

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After I saw your blurb game post I just had to run to your inbox

E4, *, 💜

Very excited to see what I get ☺️♥️

Gia you sweet angel, you can have whatever you want 🫠 blurb game

Your Person is that babe Drifter!Eddie, your Place is a Concert Venue, and your Thing is a Payphone

18+ONLY, hints to monster Eddie, yearning, scars, allusions to physical fights and angst, gender neutral reader

word count: 764

Eddie had been on the road for so long, he often forgot what day it was. Was it Saturday or was it Tuesday? You were never far from his thoughts, and the weeks all blurred together.

He wasn't supposed to feel this way, especially not about someone he'd met while on a short visit back to the Midwest.

He took a rubber band out of his pocket to tie his hair back before he picked up another heavy piece of equipment to load it onto the stage with ease. It was the summer of '98 by then, and he'd taken a job as a roadie for Pantera on their European tour for Ozzfest. He hadn't known why at the time, but he needed to get as far away from the states as he could, far away from whatever connection bound him to you.

He was scared shitless that you'd see who he really was and run. Worse yet, what if he woke up from one of those nightmares about the Upside Down and he hurt you? Nah, he wouldn't be able to live with himself then.

He overheard one of the new guys ask, "which one is Eddie?" To which Dimebag Darrell pointed in his direction and said, "the one over there, the one with all the gnarly scars."

It didn't bother him anymore, not like it had in those years right after it happened, when he was so full of rage, he'd pick stupid fights for literally no reason. Back when he wanted to transmute his pain onto others and make them hurt as bad as he hurt.

Backstage that night, while Phil growled out the lyrics for the song This Love, the music pounded in his chest and watching the action under the bright lights made him forget who he was for a second. Through the deafening throb of the crowd, he made his way down along the backstage hallway where he remembered seeing a payphone earlier.

He'd had your phone number written on the back of his hand in black marker for the longest time, and before it faded completely, it was committed it to memory. He always had a way with numbers.

He stared at the box for a hot minute before yanking the receiver off the metal cradle with a curse, as if he'd just lot a bet with it.

He dropped in the quarters for long distance, punched the keypad, it rang, and he held his breath. In the space between the second and third ring, he realized he hadn't remembered to take the time difference into account. Shit, what if he woke you up? No, it had to be the middle of the day still where you were.

If you were still in the same place, if you even wanted to hear from him.

He panicked a little when a voice finally came on the line, but it was your answering machine. Much safer talking to a machine than a real person, so he took a breath to prepare what he would say.

"...just leave your name and number at the beep and I'll get back to you..."

The beep was a long one, felt like it would never end.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, it's me, um, it's Eddie. I know it's been a while but I'm out here in Italy or some shit and I----"

But then your voice came on the line, your real voice this time, and you sounded winded like you'd been exercising or something.

"Eddie? Oh my god, Eddie? Are you still there?"

If only you could see the huge ass grin that spread across his face.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I'm still here. How are you?"

You'd been screening your calls, waiting to see who it was, and maybe you'd get back to them later. Since you were on the other side of the apartment, you worried you wouldn't get to the phone fast enough. You'd slipped on the rug and bounced off the wall, landing on your knees in front of the sofa.

"I'm good, I'm..." you trailed off, feeling a wave of relief and happiness so strong, you almost burst into tears. "It's good to hear your voice again."

He ran his thumb along the plastic divide, feeling all lovesick goofy. "Well, I figured, you know, it wouldn't hurt to check in, make sure you're okay or whatever. This tour is nuts, I wish you could see it."

You climbed up on the sofa to hug a pillow, smiling into the receiver.

"Tell me all about it."

#Pick Your Poison blurb game #blurb game #drifter!Eddie #eddie munson fanfic #Gia 💜

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base0h · 2 years

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Hi there! Just stumbled apon your page and I love your stories! Not sure if your requests are opened still but if they are, I was hoping to request a comfort shots of luffy, shanks, sanji and zoro (if possible or choose which you like best) where after a strong enemy, left y/n traumatized by how wounded their lover was and wakes up screaming and crying from nightmares of her seeing them die by protecting them from said enemy. The boys then try their best to comfort the reader the best they know how. Thanks for allowing this request if you wish to do it! Love your work! Keep it up! ❤

a/n - hi hi! My requests are always open 💜💜 omg this is sad help 🫠

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader, comfort

The endless nights of nightmares were horrible, they never seemed to allow you to sleep peacefully. Tonight was worse than the others, an image of Luffy in front of you, gravely wounded. He was using his precious life to protect yours, taking every single hit for you, not allowing anyone to even touch you. It was like you couldn’t scream, you tried to move him out of the way, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t hear your cries.

God, wake up! Wake up!! Luffy collapsed on the floor, blood stained on your hands. You were shaking, holding his body close to yours, the warmth slowly disappearing. No.. no this can’t be real! This is just a dream! wake up!

You flew upright, panting and sweating through your clothes. You were cold.. So cold. You looked next to you to see Luffy’s arms wrapped around you around three times as he peacefully snored away. You couldn’t begin to describe the wave of relief that washed over you. Luffy seemed to notice how you were shaking, he groaned as he opened his eyes.

“Y/n? You ok? You hungry??” He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and yawning, his bed-head bringing you comfort to see. You buried your head in his chest, hugging him tightly to try and comfort yourself. You felt the tears start flowing down, your hold on Luffy only got tighter, you never wanted to let go. He hugged you back with a giggle, “You just needed a hug??” He asked curiously.

But, he was taken aback when he realized you were crying, what happened?.. “Y/n, what’s wrong?! What happened?!” He asked, checking you for any wounds and looking around for danger. You didn’t want to explain the horrors of your dream, so you just hugged him tighter, your actions saying everything you wanted to say.

Luffy went quiet as he leaned his head on top of yours, he would be the future king of the pirates, but he still wasn’t great at this whole comforting thing. He did what he did best, and that was to make people smile and laugh. He pinched his cheeks, pulling them out and making funny faces at you. “BLEHHHHHH-“ He said, stretching his nose out to look like Usopp.

He was so dumb sometimes, but you ended up giggling, wiping your tears away as you watched him continue to cheer you up. He never failed to make you smile, even if he didn’t know exactly what was going on, he did what he could, and it was the thought that counted. “I’m gonna keep making faces at you until you stop crying!! It helps- grandpa did this to me whenever I’d start crying.” He explained with a laugh, starting to tickle you as well.

He wasn’t going anywhere.. that you knew.

Shanks was strong, there was no doubt about it. But even so… Why was he losing in this battle? Everything around you was blurry, all you could see was Shanks struggling to stand in front of you. There was a wall, you couldn’t get to him. It was like you were pounding on glass, sound-proof as well. You tried screaming, but no sound would come from your voice. When you tried to close your eyes, it was as if you could see through your eyelids. There was absolutely nothing that could prevent you from seeing Shanks die.

You woke up screaming his name, panting and sweating, clutching the sheets until your knuckles turned white. Shanks immediately woke up to your screams, his hand on your shoulder, “Hey- you ok? Did you have a nightmare?” He asked softly, running his fingers through your hair in hopes to calm you down.

The tears kept raining down, they wouldn’t stop. That image.. That scene of his death wouldn’t leave your mind, it was drilled into your head, and it wouldn’t ever go away. He held you close with his strong arm, leaning his chin against the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest. He was warm.. So comforting.

He didn’t ask any questions of you, thinking that maybe talking about this nightmare would be too painful for you. “I’m here, don’t worry.. You’re safe.” He whispered, patting your head gently. It wasn’t your safety you were worried about, it was his. “Shanks.. You died in that dream- can you promise me you’ll be careful next time you fight?” You asked him with teary eyes. He laughed softly, wiping your tears away as he held his pinky out.

“I pinky promise.” He said proudly, making you laugh slightly, wrapping your pinky around his. He leaned down to kiss you, his soft lips pecking yours, giving you so much love and tender warmth. It was a pinky promise, an action for younger ones.. Yet, it was such a genuine promise, and you knew.. Shanks was never one to break it.

Just a minute ago, you were having dinner with your dear Sanji.. Why did it come to this? This horrifying scene of a torn up battlefield. You were on the ground, sitting behind Sanji who was trying his very best to protect you. This enemy was strong.. Sanji’s kicks did almost nothing to him.

“Sanji! Please it’s ok! I can handle myself!” You tried to shout to him, reaching out for his hand. But yours passed through his, as if he was a spirit. He didn’t respond to your cries, there was no response to you. Could he not hear you? Why can’t you hold his hand?

The man held Sanji up by his neck, his fingers ready to snap the fragile bone in half. You tried to hit the man, punch as hard as you could, but every one of your attacks passed through him.. Oh god.. No. no! The crack of the bone echoed through your ears as Sanji crumbled to the ground in front of you. His neck twisted in such an inhumane way it made you gag. No… No… This isn’t real!!

You started sobbing as you woke up. You desperately clung onto the blankets, screaming out Sanji’s name with such despair in your voice. You felt arms wrapped around you tenderly, your body being scooted towards another. “Love.. Are you ok?” Sanji’s voice asked as he started to wipe your tears away with his soft fingers. His touch was warm.. He was- alive! Thank god. It was just a dream then..

But why did it feel so real? You truly believed it to be real. He hugged you close to him as you quietly cried into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. He kissed your forehead, rubbing soothing circles on your back to help your cries soften. “I’m here y/n.. I’ll always be here.” He said softly, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand to offer to you.

You thanked him with a small nod as he helped you drink some water. He was so- tender with you, so gentle. His actions only displayed love and compassion, his words honest and true. You believed him.. He’d always be here for you, no matter what. He was never going to leave.

Swords clashing, steel being exchanged, gunshots being fired. That’s all you could begin to hear and make out on this hell’s ground. Zoro had a sword in his mouth, his three swords clashing into another’s weapons. He was wounded, a large gash up his back still oozing blood through his shirt. You ran towards him, trying to lend him a hand.

You were too slow.

A sword slashed through his chest, another stabbing through his heart. The sound of when the swords were pulled out of him were heart wrenching. He fell to the ground, and you finally made it to him. You crouched down, cradling his head in your lap as his blood looked around you two. His eyes weren’t opening.. You tried tapping him, everything. He wouldn’t wake up.

You yelled out his name, your eyes opening as you looked around you. Zoro was a tad bit startled as he turned around to see you in shock. You were sweating, your hands shaking, tears threatening to fall. You both were in the bird’s nest of the sunny, on night patrol. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a concerned look on his face.

You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly with yours as you clutched his arm, tears already starting to pour down. He didn’t know how to respond, he wasn’t the best with comforting after all. He could beat anyone’s ass for you, but these things were hard for him.. Seeing you so scared and startled made him worried, frustrated that he didn’t know how to help you.

He never wanted to see you like this.. He didn’t want you to be in pain. “You died right in front of me Zoro.. Please just- be careful, ok?” You asked between muffled cries, using your sleeves to wipe your tears away. He scoffed, “I’m not planning on dying anytime soon y/n. I’m stronger than that. You don’t have to worry.” He said gruffly, wrapping a blanket over your shoulders to keep you warm. “Just promise me… Please?” You asked him with pleading eyes. You just needed to me reassured.. To know that he wouldn’t die in front of you.

He sighed softly, “I won’t, I promise.” He said, wrapping his bulky arms around you as he pulled you into his lap. You leaned against his chest, hugging his arm close to you like a pillow. His strong arms brought comfort to you, a small reminder that he was always going to be there for you. “I’m not dying, not while you’re here with me.”

a/n - man- these were sad 😭

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senualothbrok · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thank you for the tag @auroraesmeraldarose and @alpydk ! Its lovely to be part of this 💜 loved reading your WIPs!

Because I'm on the last chapter of The Difference, and chapter 15 ended on a cliffhanger, I don't want to share any spoilers 😬

So I will share part of a drabble that I've sent to @theletteraesc , eagerly awaiting the masterpiece that she'll no doubt come back with in response!

My professional fighter Tav from my fic Rest has been haunting me lately, and made her way into this drabble.

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Gale is horny.

It is not quite the word he would have chosen, but he has been living with you for over a year now. You have shared more than a bed together, traded more than touch and taste and thought. He cannot help but adopt some of your aphorisms, unnecessarily direct as they may be.

He clears his throat as he watches you on the balcony. You stretch and surge, pounding out your well-worn sequences. Your muscles gleam in the morning light, beads of sweat peeling off you like petals unfurling. Each time you grunt to the rhythm of a strike, a silent moan trembles through him. His fibres twitch, a stroke away from snapping.

Gods, he thinks. This is excruciating.

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Gale being horny for muscles and sweat is my Roman Empire. 🫠

#wip game #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

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amaiguri · 6 days

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oh your tag about arls being trained to fawn over people that hurt her 🥺 my poor little heart. was there a catalyst in which they went from hating each other to loving each other? or was it a gradual love?

Oh my goddddd thank you for the ask 💜💜💜

(Damn, I made a good choice when I accidentally followed you thinking you were the Slay the Princess Dev 💜)

Arlasaire was a victim of a Dragonstorm that let her with the burn scars -- but luckily, she was adopted by a rich mafia-like family who could keep her from dying. And they trained her to be a hitman/bodyguard/glorified pet for the heir -- his name was Gil. He, like... did his best to take actual care of her but clearly, it's kinda a fucked up environment. And HE was engaged to the lovely noble daughter of a rival clan, Lucienne.

Lucienne and him had a love-hate relationship -- and Luce was an entitled menace as a child. So, she bullied Arlasaire a lot. And Arlasaire, being a servant, just kinda had to put up with it. And Gil didn't really know how to fix it, because he liked Lucienne and the power dynamic made it so he just like... couldn't entirely get it.

So as they got into their teens, they all started messing around...

You see very quickly why their relationship is a mess 🫠

Lucienne and Arlasaire had a lot of fights and a lot of (semi-fake) promises to do better but they were also like.. pitted against each other by all the people around them. So, instead of being able to admire each other, they were just both jealous of the other:

Lucienne admired that Arlasaire and Gil had a real relationship built on trust and mutual respect. Arls and Gil were always together because they went on hitman missions together. In fact, Arlasaire and Gil practically invented a whole language to talk to each other because of Arlasaire's burned throat -- they invented a homesign. Luce wanted that kind of real, genuine relationship and people she could trust too.

Arlasaire, meanwhile, admired that Lucienne was able to talk to people so easily and win them over. The secret to Lucienne's popularity is that, while in public she seems vapid and cruel, if you get her alone, she's intelligent, thoughtful, and actually has good advice. She is only confident because she knows she's a disaster and she's generally fine with that. (And God forbid she take any of her own advice 😬) Lucienne lives in two layers of reality -- real reality and like... the politially charged niceties that govern their realm. And that's what Arlasaire admires about her.

AND SO, when they lose the War and Gil dies (this happens in the first sentence of my writing, it's not a spoiler lol) and THEN through the story, they're separated and stuff... it's kinda like... all the teenage drama has some time to blow away. Because at the end of the day, all the people they grew up with are gone now except each other. So even though it was fucked up, they're the only ones who ACTUALLY understand what it was like.

And now, they can start to try to break the patterns and form a real connection 🥺🥺🥺

Also, thank you again for reading 💜 I am obsessed with them lol

#writeblr #creative writing #character dynamics #character writing #amai answers #fantasy writing #amaiguri #writing

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legendary-pink-dot · 9 months

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Pedro's curls are OUT OF CONTROL this week in the best way. As a fellow hair aficionado, I have to ask...sifting through all of the photos you have saved, what are your top 3 hair photos/looks of all time?

Pedro tax (and a spoiler for mine, but you already knew that 😜)

Ahhh mahhh god Jess, what a question! It's an arrow straight to my heart. 💜 I am still not well after all of Pedro's glorious CURLS this week. 😭

🫠

I love you, but you are so damn cruel for restricting me to only 3 choices. 😭

But I shall try.

So here are my top 3 hair looks/pics (in no particular order because I love them all equally):

First up: The next-day Golden Globes curls. I'm not a superfan of the slicked-back curls with a ton of product (like on GG night); I prefer them looser and softer. This next-day look is like he didn't wash his hair or even comb it after the GGs -- just rolled out of bed and went straight to Willem Dafoe's star unveiling ceremony. I love the longer length, and the curls are still holding their shape but are softer and cascade so wonderfully. And the ones falling over his forehead? SWOON. Doesn't help that those particular glasses are gorgeous on him too.

Second: The Javi G hair. Coco should have won all the awards for this. Soft and wavy and curly and highlighted... this beautiful longer style has it all. MELT.

Third: Since you already posted the Hollywood Reporter Roundtable hair *swoon* I will go with the Esquire-era short spiky curls. This is such a hot look on him. Again, a little too much product for my liking, but if that's what it takes to keep those little curls spiked up? Fuck yeah.

gif by @arcanefox207

#dot answers her asks #pedro pascal hair appreciation #sorry for being obsessed with his hair #it will happen again

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lil-melody-moon · 3 months

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HELLO DEAR😏😏 I couldn’t let you go to sleep peacefully after what you did to me.

ENJOY THIS CUTIE❤️

watch out for you inbox tomorrow 😏😏😏😏😏I might send you a “clue pic” about the fic I told you about

Of course you had to bite me back-

Oh, OH! Two new pics!!!

I'm answering on this half asleep, so I'm extra on the heart producing side right now.

I don't know what it is about the sweater in the first pic, but he looks so cozy in it, also this pic gives me the homemade vibe, love that, just him in the every day routine 💜

I can't stop myself from giggling when I see a single pic from that interview - this sweater has minutes to live 😂 Love how focused he looks like, Gosh I'm just 🫠

Third is a new one for me! Yes, you got that teeth back in place, you cutie you!

Oof, greetings to the dress designer - seriously he only has a few minutes in this movie and yet I'm head over hills for this mean fucker. Puppy like gaze tho, I wanna kiss him 👉👈 it's dangerous, but I wanna

*dies with the next pic* I'm dead, I'm no more, fuck I'm so weak to this pic. He's chubby, with a beard, smiling so cutely, ACK LET ME HUG HIM! THIS IS NOT A LOT TO WISH FOR! GOD! I've never wanted to be this close to a guy ever in my entire life ><

And the last one is also a new one to me! Homemade looking as well, Keith just chilling, grinning so sweetly, I'm yet again 🫠🫠

Oh, a clue pic? I'm afraid now... A bit 🥺

#seeing him just before going to sleep #if this causes a dream with him tonight #I will love you #and write a fic for you 💜#ask corner

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galvanizedfriend · 5 months

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YOKAN DEAR!!! MY FAV FIC WRITER IN THE WORLD!!!💗💞💝

Just completed reading Chapter 1 of TW4. Oh God the writer you🫠. You are a BLESSING to Klaroline FD Honey 🤌.

I felt a whole lot of emotions flowing through me while reading this chapter ❤️‍🩹

Firstly, Caroline Forbes is born to be a badass Queen 👑 and You my friend made sure we see this queens actions and determination to get back her family and her King through your excellent writing.

I really loved the interaction between the amazing mom-daughter duo 🥺 Eve my love is such a mixture of her Father and Mother. (Will she also have traits of her uncle and aunt 🤔)

Secondly, The way you write Klaus. Yeah he is such an arrogant ass even being a prisoner. But I love that idiot for these qualities 🫠 ( Stupid me🤧)

I was tearing up when he asked Vincent about his Caroline 😭 ( My babies are missing each other so bad❤️‍🩹😭)

Finally, my guilty pleasure, Caroline and Elijah reunion🤧🥹. Oh how much I missed them both.

I have to give it to you, I don't know why but after Klaroline I crave for Care- Elijah scenes ( You made me become so addictive to their dynamic by your perfect writing 😅🥺)

Now I am really waiting for the reunion of My babies 🤧 They have been away from each other for far too long (which they don't deserve). And also for Klaus to meet his Little wolf after 5 long years (Oh the Dad-Daughter Reunion 🤧😭).

Thank you for being this amazing writer and person you are Honey 💞. Always remember there are so many people out there like me who really love you for blessing us with your phenomenal writing skills 💐💝.

Lots of love and motivation to you. (Can I get the next chapter now, pretty please 🥹)

Stay Happy 😁 Stay Blessed 😇 Stay Motivated 💜 Love you 🫰🫶

Omg, this is so nice! 🥹 I wasn't ready to find this in my inbox. 😭

Chapters where I objctively don't have Klaus and Caroline interacting always make me double nervous. I'm a naturally anxious, obsessive person, but this really gets to me. It doesn't happen very often, but there were a couple throughout the story and this is another one. Even when they're together in a scene, I still try to make a point of making the whole thing always about them somehow (because who are we kidding, this is the sole reason I'm writing this), but I never know how successful it will turn out until I post it. I used to have a test audience, but I don't anymore so it's always a surprise. 😂 So reactions like this really make my day and help make me more confident going forward. 🥹

And thank you for bringing up Klaus actually. 😂 I had a lot more fun writing him being a level A little shit while imprisoned than I should. I especially made that whole scene with Alistair a lot more dramatic than it was. Klaus didn't kill half the people or said half the things he did there on the show. lol He went in a completely primal derangement state there and I really liked writing that part. So I'm especially glad that you enjoyed it!

And then of course we went from that to him asking Vincent about Caroline, so. 🥲 From 100 to 0 in a second. 👌

Thank you so, so much for your incredibly kind and lovely words. 🥹 Have a lovely weekend!

#yokan answers #my-mystic-world #nice people being nice

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dre6ming · 2 years

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump III

Masterlist <here you have chapters 1 through 5 of the series>

Instagram photo dump masterlist

To be added to the tag list click here

!!! Everything is fake !!!

Inspired by: @oh-austin

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tmz

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tmz: y/n4real.2002 and joshuabassett spotted out on a date at a small restaurant in the upper east side of New York. The two of them seemed cozy with each other and they went as far as sharing a few tender moments, when Joshua leaned over to kiss (Y/n) on the forehead. Seems like someone moved on from rock’n roll music straight into pop. #y/n #joshuabassett #ab

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fan29: omg the matching caps, the kiss on the forehead, they look so cute. I’m here for it.

↳fan12: yesss my Queen looks like she’s glowing, they look so sweet together

↳joshuafan2: didn’t know I needed this, but I guess I did, what a gentleman

↳fan2F: definitely boyfriend material

↳joshuafan39: hell yeah

ab23fan: but…but…Austin? What? Did we miss a chapter?

↳hater3: or we could all agree she’s a slob and doesn’t know how to hide her affairs

↳fan.00.3: she’s 19!!! can we stop?! She’s not a serial dater

↳ts13fan: they are treating my girl like they did miss Swift years ago, nothing new…

fan8008: oh to be her… what a dream😊🫠

↳fan2.owo: she truly is so beautiful and lucky

↳tsmidnights13: definitely lucky

joshuafan.23: can’t even be mad at him, he scored big time

↳fansofjosh: damn right he did. I’m here for them. 🫣

fan62.non: moved on from rock’n roll to pop?? TMZ knows what they’re doing. Form Austin (Elvis) to Joshua. Rock to pop. Ahshakshd

↳tmz: 🤫🫣👀

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roxanne.02_b1tch: just New York things… y’ know 📸:sadiesink_

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sadiesink_: craziest New York trip ever… oh God 🤣

↳y/n4real.2002: sadiesink_ we love you too 💜

↳roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 damn right we do😈

↳fan203: haha the best ever, never a boring day with these girls

↳sadiefan: I knew the stayed friends after filming, icons 😎

↳fan_love: right? Oh my they are just…

fan.34-love: anyone else still ships them, after Amelia and Dylan?? Like I’m still not over their love story ending so badly.

↳fan.rec.65: omg yeah Dylan and Amelia deserved so much more… if only they had time.

↳sadie.3.fan: so time to live vicariously through (Y/n) and Sadie? 🧐

↳fan2: they are not together… just friends

tchalamet: um y/n4real.2002 when was this? And where was I?

↳y/n4real.2002: 🤐

↳tcfan: little jealous baby

↳fan1: go off Timmy, go off.

billieeilish: when am I invited next?

↳roxanne.02_b1tch: anytime, bitch stop stalling and come

↳y/n4real.2002: when are you NOT invited? Just come on over

↳billiefan: best comment chain here, no doubt.

↳fan_2: for sure

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002: there you have the cover art form my first single Best-friend. This picture was taken last Christmas in Aspen and it features me (left) and tchalamet (right) trying our hand at snow angels. Pre-save now on all platforms :)) thx: finneas 4 everything I wanted & republicrecodrs 💜 📸:pauline.chalamet

#bestffiend #presave #republicrecods

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tchalamet: I think we can all agree my snow angel looks better

↳y/n4real.2002: they say denial is bittersweet, you for sure must know 😎

↳tchalamet: take that back..now!!

↳y/n4real.2002: never 😈

↳fan.3: she did the better one, tho

↳tcfan29: hate to not take my baby’s side, but she did have the better one

pauline.chalamet: hm what a talented photographer 🤔 also let’s settle this, she had the better snow angel

↳y/n4real.2002: ha take this tchalamet

↳tchalamet: my own sisters. I’m hurt

↳fan.ts.love: family drama

finneas: can’t wait for everything to be done and out😬

↳y/n4real.2002: 🤫😈

↳fan234: what?! What?! Does?! This?! Mean?!!

↳ts..26.fan: girl needs to stop hanging with Taylor

↳fan.theory: but the caption.. thx 4 EVERYTHING I WANTED?? That has to be a song title

austinbutler: eager to listen, sure it’ll be amazing

↳abfan: am I dreaming? No way he commented on her post.

↳ab24fan: AND she didn’t even reply to his comment 😩😩 this is so chaotic

tchalamet

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tchalamet: um anyway I still strongly believe I won the snow angel contest, but whatever it’s fine. Go pre-save her music or something…

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pauline.chalamet: petty doesn’t suit you brother

↳y/n4real.2002: tell him Pauline!!!

↳tchalamet: blocking the both of you right now

↳tcfan: he’s so petty, god I’m here for it.

↳fan.23.fan: he just can’t accept defeat 🤣

fan45: I just know this song will be a banger

↳tchalamet: can confirm it will

↳fan45: Timmy replayed omg omg I’m dying 😱😱

austin.b.update

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austin.b.update: Austin out with gf Kaia Gerber in Boston, after he allegedly took a detour flight to see her, before heading to LA. This is their first appearance since the Gala and since that whole debacle with (Y/n). Thoughts?? #gossip

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abfan23: detour flight? Last minute? Someone’s guilty or feeling guilty 👀

↳ab2fan: right? I thought the same thing, it’s all too weird - the timing, everything

↳kaia2fan: our man is guilty as charged and poor Kaia is taking it as is

fan2: um guys why did we need to bring (y/n) in the talk? They are just friends

↳kaia33fan: you and I have different views so let’s agree to disagree

kaia.stan: Kaia looks so sad, something definitely went down in NY

↳ab.Stan: for sure and I have a feeling we’ll find out soon

joshua.bassett.stan

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joshua.bassett.stan: apparently Joshua was out in New York today and went on a little shopping spree for some jewelry. On the second slide you see the bracelet he bought, right before his date with (y/n), the cashier who rang him up said he was very particular about the heart on the bracelet being purple. The retail price is at 354$ us.

Now this leaves us wondering, how serious are they? And how long as this been going on? Were all those pictures with Butler just PR? #gossip #q&a

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fan1: that bracelet is so beautiful and the Purple Heart?? Agh that’s her signature.

↳joshua.fan: a true gentleman for knowing that

abfan4: first you say Austin and Kaia are PR and now this… y’all need to lay off their back

↳fan483.02: only time will tell if we’re right.

↳fan22: but you have to agree it’s all sus, with the timing and all.

joshuafans: what if they are working on music?👀

↳joshua.bassett.stan: could be… but the bracelet and the forehead kiss tell me they’re dating 100%

↳fan4joshua: don’t care they look so cute.

fan.lovely: guys she’s reading the newspaper?? Such an icon.

↳fan2: now everyone get in line to buy a newspaper and be just like her. 🤡 we know we have to, right?

↳fan4y/n: oh I think I spot you in line 🫣 guess I’m caught red handed

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esta-elavaris · 11 months

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Flufftober Day 24: 🫠 ~ Aemond Targaryen/OC [1,719 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

Jeyne endeavoured, as a rule, to take all things in her stride. Court life. The constant scrutiny of the ladies within said court. Her brother-by-law. All of those things she accepted, sometimes even with a sense of humour, but the heatwave that hit the capital was doing its best to really test that principle.

There was just something different about the heat – here, away from where she’d previously lived her whole life. From her experience, castles were often cool and draughty even when they hit, but the Red Keep was different. Constantly humid. That fact was unhelped by the amount of bodies packed within, and soon the smell of sweat mingled with overpowering perfume and pomade had her feeling nauseous whenever she was indoors.

But the outdoors were not much of a haven, either. The gardens here were too uniform, too orderly, too constrained for her to find the same sort of solace within as she had in the lands surrounding her family’s home before coming here. Even the nearby ocean seemed in little mood to offer a breeze or two to take the edge off of it, and Jeyne was soon almost tempted to hope for winter. She’d have made a fine Stark…not that she’d ever voice that opinion to her husband. No matter how enjoyable his jealousy often ended up proving, considering his penchant for putting it to good use.

The last thing Westeros needed was her husband feeling Cregan Stark to Vhagar because of a joke she made. The first thing it needed was a break from this damnable heat. And she could only assume it was par for the course as far as King’s Landing was concerned, for Aemond seemed entirely unaffected. Or maybe that was just par for the course as far as Aemond was concerned – for while she was stuck dipping her hand into every fountain she found on her walks through the gardens, barely able to stand the feeling of her hair stuck to the back of her neck, or her dress clinging to her back, he continued to wear his heavy black leathers and trained like a man possessed.

It did nothing to dispel the general consensus that Targaryens were but half a step away from gods.

“How do you fare this eve, wife?” Aemond greeted upon returning to their quarters.

He was already unclasping his jerkin as he spoke, the white shirt beneath clinging to his torso. So he did feel the heat just as she did, then, but simply complained not. Jeyne took his lead – never being one to whine in the first place, even without this between them playing a role. They’d been lucky, one of the few couples to break the mould and have a match of convenience blossom into what was now a loving marriage through and through – not one of tolerance, or even mere friendship. Very lucky. Too lucky, she often feared. And so, while she one meagre complaint could hardly quash what there was between them, she still refrained.

“I’m well,” she offered a smile. “I saw you train today.”

“I saw you saw me train today,” he countered with a smile, casting aside the jerkin and approaching.

Ducking his head, he kissed her softly, fingertips toying with the cuff of the nightgown she’d changed into the moment she’d stepped through the doors of their chambers.

“Many would not, in this heat,” she said, leaning into him despite the humidity. “I worry for you, pushing yourself so in these conditions. You were the only one in the yard.”

Aemond smirked. “Precisely. I improved, while others hid indoors, fanning themselves and chugging down iced pitchers of honeyed milk. And now I outstrip them all the more for it. If I do what others will not, I shall one day do what they cannot.”

“And when they saw you out in the yard today, they’ll all know it,” she murmured. “They’ll all wonder what you’re capable of.”

Her husband’s smirk shifted into a smile, his hand drifting from her cuff to find her fingers instead, entwining them with his.

“However did I find a wife like you?”

“You can’t take the credit,” she teased. “You are not the one who found me.”

“Mm. But I chose you. In the way that mattered.”

Jeyne flushed, hardly knowing what to say to that. He saved her from having to do so, however, when he continued.

“Which is why you should tell me what troubles you?”

“It’s nothing,” she said – and breathed a laugh when he was visibly annoyed by that, amending her words. “It’s nothing serious. The heat – it makes me feel unwell, here in the capital. And it’s a cloudy night, so it won’t even let up a little before morning comes.”

Turning a thoughtful eye to the clouds, Aemond considered them a moment, and Jeyne continued.

“I don’t suppose one of things you can do that others cannot concerns changing the weather?”

A mischievous gleam shone in his violet gaze when it turned back to her.

“Not quite,” he shook his head, “but if the clouds keep us mired in this heat, we must go above the clouds.”

That hadn’t been what she meant at all. But he looked too pleased with himself for her to point it out.

During the course of their betrothal, Aemond had introduced her to Vhagar. Jeyne had thought then, and she knew now, that it had been some manner of test. Not in whether he would wed her – the order, for lack of a gentler term, had more or less already been given to the both of them, and he would do his duty regarding it – but certainly in how he might view her going forward.

She’d been scared. Of course she’d been scared. When face to face with a creature of Vhagar’s size and sheer strength, only a dimwit would not be. But she’d squared her shoulders, steadied her breathing, and followed his instruction on how to greet her – allowing the dragon to take the measure of her first, not flinching when she’d bared her teeth (which were practically the size of Jeyne herself), and finally pressing a shaky hand to her great scaly snout when she was allowed to do so. In hindsight, the teeth-baring was likely a test on Vhagar’s part. Jeyne thanked the old gods and the new that she’d passed on both counts.

But she had never ridden her. Nor any dragon, for that matter.

“You are lucky, my love,” Aemond insisted, extending a hand to pull her up before him as she successfully cleared the long climb up onto his dragon’s back. “Vhagar’s sheer size makes for a smoother ride. Were she Caraxes, you might be right to look so worried.”

Of course, he neglected to see that part of why she appeared so worried was that he’d insisted on her remaining in her nightdress – although he’d conceded to her adding breeches and a cloak to the ensemble, before they snuck out of the Red Keep together. You wish to cool down, do you not? He’d asked, with wickedness in his eye. He’d been right, though, for even in her nightdress, their brisk walk to where Vhagar rested had a sheen of sweat forming about her brow.

The dragon watched her out of the corner of her eye, more curious than threatening, as she summitted her great green back, Aemond urging her to settle before him, her thighs bracketed by his as he reached about her, grasping the ropes that seemed to be more for the purpose of having something to hold onto than actually steering.

“You may use the handholds on the saddle – just there, before you,” he said, before adding smugly into her ear. “Or you could hold onto me. Your choice.”

Jeyne leaned back against him, mostly to reassure herself that she could not go falling back, before setting one hand to the handhold on the saddle, and the other around his wrist. She felt Aemond’s chuckle more than she heard it. And then he called out.

“Sōvēs, Vhagar!”

Vhagar responded. The start was a slow, shuddering thing - because her size made flying no small feat – her great limbs shifting back and forth as she stretched like a cat and rolled her shoulders, sending them up and down atop her back like they’d been caught on a tidal wave. Impossibly large wings batted once, then twice, everything not firmly rooted to the ground sprawling in their wake.

Jeyne’s grip on Aemond’s arm tightened…and then they were flying. It was unsettling – right up until it was thrilling, the lurching instinctive panic and fear giving way swiftly to sheer excitement. There were Targaryens who had never ridden a dragon, and up here? Up here Jeyne could understand why they were so bitter about it.

They soared upwards, the angle plastering her back to his chest, until the glowing capital looked like a village home to a hundred rather than a city home to countless, and then continued further still – the wind ripping at her hair and cloak, threatening to freeze the sweat that had settled on her skin. It was thrilling. Not only for the horrid, humid haze to be cut through and replaced by a bracing, grounding chill, but to discover there was a whole new world up here in the heavens – and to see it, with her own two eyes.

It was better than any dream she’d ever had. The hand that had previously clung to Aemond’s forearm loosened, sliding forth to cover the top of his hand with hers – as if seeking to find out whether he was seeing all of this, too. Vhagar only levelled out when, as promised, they were above the clouds – bathed in dazzling star and moonlight both, fields of unbroken cloud that appeared as white as they would in daylight rolling below them. From there, the dragon seemed content to glide lazily forth with a grace that defied her size.

“What do you think?” he murmured in her ear.

“I want to stay up here forever,” she breathed.

Aemond chuckled, his free hand loosening from the rope to wrap around her waist. “We are to build a castle of our own up here in the heavens, then?”

Oh, how she wished they could.

Listen, if he rides a dragon you gotta write at least one A Whole New World sequence. It's just the law.

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