#oh I watched House of the Dragon over my break

[rere-the-writer]

Hello I'm back. I want to say thank you for the well wishes. I celebrated my birthday yesterday and flet good enough to get back at it. I'll be getting a few requests done and once again thanks for the well wishes and understanding.

[winepresswrath]

people will watch a woman have her finger cut off because her boyfriend's husband has demanded that he kill her as a show of contrition and conclude that she is the villain in this scenario.

[eyesofshinigami]

Boyfriend Privileges

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Just getting together, language, fluff

Prompt: For @sparklyslug "Love is letting him pick the music"

WC: 959

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 21

The rules were simple in Steve’s car. Wipe your feet before you get in. No snacks or drinks. And most importantly, don’t touch the fucking radio.

Steve is very particular about his music. He likes what he likes and he won’t hear anything about it. He likes pop music because it’s happy, it’s fun, and it gives him something mindless to sing along to when his head feels too full.

Even when the kids complain, or Robin teases him, Steve is steadfast. Whatever is playing is what’s going to play, and no one is going to be able to say anything about it. 

But then Eddie came crashing into his life like a hurricane. 

Eddie is a lot of things that Steve isn’t. He’s confident and loud, brash and unapologetic in just about everything he does. They’re also the same, sometimes; they’re both scarred, both of them just wanting to be loved, to be understood. 

Falling for Eddie was a quiet thing, for Steve. It crept up on him until one day he looked at Eddie, smiling and laughing as he and the kids were gathered around the table playing their dragons game, and he thought oh. Oh I want to be with this person for the rest of my life. 

That’s where it started, and now they’re here. It’s only been a couple of days since Eddie beat him to the punch and confessed first. They kissed, they touched, and decided that this is something they both wanted. Steve could hardly believe that Eddie wanted him back. 

They hadn’t told the kids yet; not that they were hiding it, but they were both enjoying just being together and figuring out what exactly that meant. But it’s good already, with Eddie giving him a sweet, private smile as he slides into the front seat. Steve had volunteered to pick the whole gaggle of them up from the arcade so he could bring them back to his house for a movie night. 

“Heya Stevie,” Eddie says, pulling his hair across his mouth. It’s enough to make Steve’s heart start beating fast even over the sound of the boys climbing into the backseat. “Happy to see me?”

“Always,” Steve answers honestly. Eddie’s cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink and Steve mourns the fact that he can’t leave over and kiss him. Soon, he tells himself. Once they drop the kids off, they’ll go back to Eddie’s trailer and-

“We’re burning daylight, Steve! I thought we were going to watch a movie or something!” Dustin’s voice breaks through the lovesick haze that had settled over them.

Steve grumbles and turns the car on. “Keep your shirt on, butthead. We’re going now.” That incites another bout of grumbling and arguing from the backseat. “Don’t make me regret offering you guys the chance to use the TV. Or make me consider throwing out all those snacks I bought, or sending the pizza back…” 

Eddie pretends to swoon and presses his hand to his forehead. “Oh no, please, oh gracious King of my Heart! Do not let the ramblings of the peasants cast a shadow upon your infinite kindness and patience!” He looks up at Steve with big, wide eyes that make Steve think a whole lot of other things besides the upcoming movie night. “What can this fair knight do to assuage the slight against your good name?”

“I could think of a few things,” he says, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. It makes a pretty cat-like grin break out across Eddie’s face. Oh, the things they’re going to do later…

Eddie seems to be on the same page, licking his lips as he reaches up to the radio. He pushes the button and pops the tape out, slipping in  the he’d made for Steve the night they decided they wanted to give this a go. It makes Steve’s heart skip a beat. 

It’s probably why it takes him so long to realize that the backseat has gone completely silent. No squabbling, so arguing, no nothing. Dead silent. Eddie picks up on it too, turning around in his seat to stare at them. “Did someone press the mute button? What gives?”

“You touched the radio,” comes Will’s voice from the back, sounding awed. 

“Yeah? And? Steve always lets me put music on.”

That gets a reaction. Dustin and Mike start squawking protests. “What the hell, Steve?? You never let us pick the music? You don’t even let Robin touch the radio! What are the three rules of riding in the Bimmer?” Dustin calls out.

“Wipe your feet. No snacks or food. And most importantly, don’t touch the radio,” the other boys in the back chorus together. 

Eddie turns and looks at Steve, smile getting impossibly wider. “Is that so?” 

He could deny it. He could lie and say they’re just being shitheads about it. It’d be really easy. “Yeah. Yeah it is true. But you know,” Steve stops, reaching over and grabbing Eddie’s hand to press a kiss to the back of it. His heart is pounding, but it’s worth it for the stars he sees in Eddie’s eyes. “You’re the exception to the rule.”

The backseat erupts in a whole different bout of noise, but Steve tunes it out. He’s too busy enjoying the way he and Eddie’s fingers are laced together over the console, the mixtape Eddie made for him playing in the background. 

“Does this mean you’ll let us eat in the car now?” Mike tries, sounding put out. 

Steve shakes his head. “Absolutely fucking not.” Though, he looks over at Eddie, who is still grinning like the cat who got the canary. “Except you. Boyfriend privileges and all that.”

It’s worth the noise coming from the back.

[themotherofhorses]

you can pretend it's not meant to be (but you can't stay away from me)

summary: to you, he is fictional. but to him, you are everything and more. he can't live without you. and, really, there is no use in trying to run away, he'll always find you.

pairing: (somewhat) dark!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: explicit language. noncon to dubcon. abduction. massive obsessive tendencies on aemond's part. breeding kink. slight spitting kink. pregnancy.

note: hey this is me practicing writing smut because ive never ever done it before and i don't know jackshit like wtf is a dick hahaha im dreading posting this hahahasendhelpplshaha

masterlist | series masterlist

part two | part three | part four | part five

How did you end up here?

That was all you could ask yourself, over and over again.

It had only been hours ago, maybe, that you were sitting at home, rewatching the first season of House of the Dragon for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Perhaps you dozed off on the couch too, but that was it. You have heard of shifting techniques before- ways to visit your favorite fictional worlds- but you never sought to try them out yourself.

College left you too busy with assignments and textbook readings, as well as the constant and unwavering pressure to maintain both your scholarships and high GPA.

Ever the dutiful and driven daughter, hungry for academic validation and success.

Oh, fuck, your scholarships!

Your GPA!

All those assignments and discussions and exams!

And what about your family? Your mother and father? And your best friend?

Aemond Targaryen seems not to understand your words, and why you tell, beg, and plead for him to let you go. “Please, I need to go home,” you cry loudly, while yanking at the thick knots that bound you to his bedframe, “please! My family, my friends. They will be worrying when they don’t hear from me, and all my hard work and accomplishments, it will be for nothing! Please, I beg you, let me go home.”

But he just chuckles and kisses your forehead and says, “Oh, my sweet girl, I’m your family now. Or what is of it.” His lips feel so soft and wonderful, and how desperately you wish to enjoy the feeling. But not like this. You cannot think properly nor muster any sort of response, too distracted and stressed and focused on calming your breathing.

“Although,” he then adds with a smirk, “it truly is not considered a family until you have a babe of your own…or two.”

At his words, you tremble and whimper and try your best to break free, though it is all in stupid and foolish vain. There is no going anywhere, the knots are too tight and Aemond can easily overpower you. All you can do is stare up at the man you once considered your favorite character in the series, ever since the eighth episode aired and he stole your heart and soul and burrowed himself deep within your most inner thoughts and fixation.

“Do not worry,” he says, and you can see a twinkle in the violet of his eye. He rests a hand on your collarbone, gently drawing little shapes across the skin. “Good things will come out of this night, my love, I promise you that.”

Look on the bright side, you tell yourself, in some dumb attempt to steel your nerves, better Aemond Targaryen to lose your virginity to.

“You need to be quieter, my darling-” Aemond murmurs close to your ear “-we do not need curious ears listening in, do we?” He has you riding him, both hands clutching your hips as you do your best to bounce on his cock and match his thrusts. You’re sloppy and inexperienced, and a bit confused on what exactly to do, but it is so endearing that his lips curl into a grin.

Oh, you were made for me, he thinks, watching the way your glazed-over eyes try to hold his gaze. He will have you believe that by the end of the night, dawning if necessary.

There is much rush now that he found you, now that he has the chance to claim you.

You still moan, loud and high-pitched, and he slaps a hand flat over your mouth to shut you up. It makes your pretty and teary eyes widen more as you grab at his wrist, holding onto it while he tuts. “I’ll move my hand when you learn to listen to your husband and stay quiet. No one is allowed to hear my wife in her pleasure. No one but I.” At that, you bat your eyelashes at him, breasts heaving as he leans you down, so close your lips nearly touch, and Aemond can feel your heavy pants against his mouth.

“They will take you away from me, and ship you far across the world where I can’t find you,” he hisses, pinching your swollen nipple between his fingers, “I can’t have that. No, no, do you hear me? I will not survive being torn from you.”

The mere thought of losing you, either at the hands of his mother and grandsire or you returning to your homeland, fills him with sheer dread.

He does not know how to tell you that you are the girl of his dreams, everything he has desired and more. He has seen you in his nighttime slumbers and in the gleam of the summer sunlight and up among the black midnight stars.

But the words fall apart on his tongue, and all he can do is lay beneath you and marvel at your beauty: cheekbones and pretty puffy lips and the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure, and how you look utterly delicious and ruined.

“You were made for me,” he breathes in awe, palming at both your breasts. You have to believe him, this sweet and pretty girl of his, how could you not? The gods above created you for him, he will make you see it. “You are taking me so fucking well,” and Aemond flattens a palm against your belly, where he can feel the slight bulge of his cock. “Look at you, you’re my dream come true.” He thrusts his hips up, fucking into you harder and deeper. It makes you squeal and go cross-eyed.

“Is this too much? I know you can handle it, my darling. My love, my sweet girl,” he purrs.

Aemond swipes at the drool pooling at your lips before stuffing two fingers in. “Fuck,” he whines, breathing hard, slipping his other hand in between your thighs, and with his thumb, rubbing at your clit. Your face twists in a gasp as you tremble, your entire body tightening until you cream over his cock, your loud moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he hums, slowing his thrusts, “Such a good fucking girl. Look at that, did that feel good, my love?” he asks you.

You nod, rocking your hips back and forth. Your thighs shaking and your face scrunching in complete bliss as you start again, taking his cock deep in your stomach with tiny bounces. “Please- please- please-” you babble against his palm. “I-I want- I need-”

“Want what, my sweet girl? Need what, my darling wife?”

You don’t answer, too overtaken by the pleasure. Aemond chuckles and leans upwards, to bury his face between your breasts. You are absolutely stunning, gorgeous, a living goddess; how he went this long without you is baffling. “You wish for my seed. Is that what you want?” he mutters against your nipple, “of course you do, this belly is too empty, isn’t it? My son should be sleeping inside.” His fingers pinch your clit, and you gasp again. “You’ll be the prettiest mother. You were made to carry my children. You were made for me,” and he pulls your face back to his, with a rough grip on your chin.

“Tell me,” he demands through a pant, “tell me how fucking badly you need my seed. Tell me…tell me right now.”

“I- I need it-“ you choke out, but then you shake your head. “No- No I can’t! I- I need to go- go home!”

Aemond laughs, so hard he flings his head back. The sight takes you by surprise before he shoves you off, causing you to land next to him on the bed. You stare up at him, wide eyed and puzzled and swollen and covered in countless bites and bruises. In one swing, he forces your face into the pillow as he mounts you from behind, fucking you hard. His fingers return to your clit, squeezing and tweaking and not caring one bit about your muffled yelps and whines

“You’ll learn, my sweet girl, but perhaps not tonight. I am your home now, do you understand? I’m your family, your husband, and the father to your children.”

He grabs a fistful of damp hair and yanks your face back, never once slowing his thrusts. Your mouth is open with many moans spilling out, eyes clouded with tears, and cheeks flushed. With his lips next to your ear, he whispers, “You are going nowhere.” Then propping himself on one arm, he trails small kisses up your back to your shoulder blade until his mouth slams down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss.

And when he pulls away, his fingertips squeeze your cheeks together as he demands for you to open your mouth. "You are mine," he grunts, "you belong to me," before spitting into it. "Good, now swallow."

And when you do, he smiles.

"There, see?" he coos, leaning to kiss your forehead as he feels you tighten around his cock. He was going to seed you again, deep inside your womb. Come the morning, he knows his son will be in there, and he can hardly wait.

"My wife, my darling girl, the only woman deserving of me and all of me. Only me." He watches you sob at that, pink lips pressing in a tight line as fat tears streak down both cheeks. "Oh, do not worry, my love. You're too lovely to be crying," and he uses his thumb to brush away the tears, "I'm here to give you the life you deserve," he vows, so lovingly, "you will want for nothing."

With a loud huff, you plop yourself on the couch.

The saying “home sweet home” never felt more sincere until now. It took much time and planning and effort and sneaking around on your part, but you managed to find a way to escape from Aemond Targaryen, though not without consequences. Your belly was growing only larger with every new moon, and your babe was starting to shift around more. At most times, you could feel the fluttering sensation across the bottom of your tummy, and every now and then, the tiniest kick.

It was adorable, you admitted, and you tried your best to find enjoyment throughout the pregnancy, sometimes wondering at night about who your child would resemble.

Would their looks favor yours? Or would they favor their father, with his Valyrian features- that iconic silver hair and violet eyes. The latter worried you the most. How could you even begin to explain why your child looked as if they belonged in the Game of Thrones series, specifically in House Targaryen?

Speaking of such, you had not touched House of the Dragon since you arrived back home all those months ago, too unwilling to turn on the tv and see the man whose child you were mysteriously carrying in your womb. It just did not make any sense, it felt more like a weird dream than reality.

But you were dying of boredom. The dragonling (you had taken to nicknaming the baby that, it sounded both cute and appropriate) was stealing away most of your time and energy, and your mother refused to allow you to do anything that could cause harm or add more unnecessary stress.

So you bit your tongue and swallowed down your grumbles and settled comfortably on the couch before opening Fire and Blood.

“Fucking crazy to think that this is a book of your family’s history,” you mumbled to your baby bump, “fictional my ass.”

So you read, to yourself and to your babe. Read about Aegon’s Conquest and the Year of the Three Brides and King Jaehaerys and his Alysanne and their triumphs and tragedies and legacy, and you read until you reached The Dying of the Dragons, the Blacks and the Greens, where you just sighed.

“And when Alicent sent for her second son to fly to Storm’s End, with the purpose of securing Borros Baratheon’s loyalty to Aegon II by winning the hand of one of his daughters, the Four Storms, the truth was finally known. One-eyed Prince Aemond, twenty and one, had taken a wife of his own in secret, a young maiden not of Westeros (according to Mushroom). Yet Prince Aemond lost her a month into their marriage, although by that time he had become so besotted with his bride, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of living without her or taking another woman as his new wife.

With Prince Aemond refusing his mother’s orders, Queen Alicent had little choice but to send her youngest, Prince Daeron, in his place to Storm’s End. And by the seventh month, Prince Daeron wedded Floris Baratheon, and Prince Aemond One-Eye had reunited with his wife, who was heavy with child by the time he found her.”

You suddenly glance up from the book pages, feeling your heart hammering so hard in your chest that it seems at the end of your throat. On the wall, to your right, hung the calendar which you had taken to use as a means of tracking your pregnancy.

In two weeks, you’ll be at your seventh-month mark.

[pearlywritings]

"Bring your kid to work" day

synopsis: but sometimes it's very much unplanned.

pairing and characters: Zhongli x fem!reader, Xiao. Your family name is Rex-Lapis. Childe plays part in it too.

tw: modern AU, University AU, established relationship, fluff

word count: 2.8k+ words

a/n: Also a part of my University modern AU with history professor Zhongli

The day started perfectly. Your older daughter was already at school with your permission to stay at her friend's house for a sleepover later, you had your day off, lounging in the living room with your son cuddling to you with his most favorite dragon shaped toy pressed between your bodies, listening to your husband walking around the bedroom, getting ready for the lectures at the University, being blessed with afternoon classes.

The day was perfect indeed. Until it absolutely isn't.

Sometimes you really want to kill your boss. It must be today that you are called to work to help with an emergency, that no one knows how to deal with except for you. And the fact that your boss does not consider any possibility of you having trouble with doing what's required, makes you fume harder.

"Li, I don't know what to do!" You cry in frustration, buttoning your shirt. "We can't find a babysitter in ten minutes! You have to go to work, I have to now too, we can't just ask Ganyu to cancel her plans, she's been waiting for this sleepover for weeks, and I can't take Xiao with me - by the sound of it I won't have a single moment to look after him."

It's been no longer than five minutes since you received that call, but you are already as stressed as after a week of non-stop work. Why must've the stars aligned this way!?

Your husband - bless his soul - is fully dressed and is holding your little son perched on his arm, supporting his back with a hand, watching your frantic movements with sympathy.

"I don't think I'll have many spare moments either, my love. Only breaks between lessons. Let me think," the man hums, leaning Xiao’s body more onto his shoulder and reaching for his phone with a free hand. The boy wraps arms around his neck, watching you brush your hair with a pout. The plan was to spend the whole day together with mama, watching cartoons, playing, maybe going for a walk or, ideally, taking a nap, finishing it all with making dinner and welcoming papa home. Now, it seems to him, all these plans are thrown out of the window.

However, Xiao was always a very perceptive and patient kid - he sensed somehow when the situation couldn’t be helped and him throwing a fit - not like he would - would only cause more trouble. That is why he is quietly waiting for what comes next.

And finally Zhongli finds a solution.

“I’m calling Ajax. He mostly spends time at the teacher’s lounge. As far as I know he really loves kids and has several younger siblings, he should be able to handle our son. And during breaks I’ll be taking over” “Oh,” as good as it all sounds, there is an instant hesitation in your mind. “‘Li, you sure you can ask him that? It’s a big deal after all…” “I know, dear, I know. That’s why I am calling him now in advance to make sure it’s alright,” your husband dials the number of his department’s secretary and puts the phone to the ear. “I don’t even mind paying him if he agrees.”

In reality you had nothing to worry about. The gingerhead was more than willing to watch your five-year old son. Maybe willing isn’t the right word even - the young man is excited.

Zhongli is lucky to arrive before the current class ends - the less attention is drawn, the better. He collected everything he could think of to occupy Xiao during his time at the lounge in a bag, which he passes to Ajax the moment his son and him are introduced. However while the secretary is wearing a wide and kind smile, the boy is glaring up at him from under the brown bangs, boring his strikingly golden eyes in the tall figure.

“Dad, I don’t like him,” the little boy pouts, hugging his plushie even tighter and throwing daggers at the gingerhead from behind the dragon’s mane.

“Ouch, little guy,” with a dramatic gasp, the young man clutches the shirt on his chest and presses the back of his hand to the forehead. “How will I live? Hated by Mr Rex-Lapis’ son…”

“Now, now, Xiao,” Zhongli gently pats his head, bending down to look into his eyes and finding displeasure there. “It’s only for today, baby. Me and mom are really sorry for not spending time with you today. I promise that soon I’ll be home for two whole weeks.”

To that the boy’s eyes widen.

“Two weeks… That’s fourteen days?”

“That’s right, sweety.”

“That’s a lot!” He jumps, elated by the news, no trace of dissatisfaction written over his cute smiling face.

“Haha, it is, dear.”

“Wow, Mr Rex-Lapis, your son is really smart!” The secretary stopped playing hurt, instead clapping his hands together in praise and nodding his head in approval. “How old is he?”

“He is five. Yes, he learns really fast.”

“No wonder, he has you and your wife as parents.”

The remaining 20 minutes before his first lecture Zhongli spends in attempts to make his son comfortable not only around Ajax, but also at the new place as well. All that time Xiao doesn’t let go of his ever-present companion - a toy dragon, which he is hugging close to his chest. He politely greets every professor that comes to the lounge, which makes the secretary’s jaw drop since he is the only one who’s been initially rejected and, Zhongli can swear, he saw his boy smirking in the toy’s fluffy mane.

Other professors can’t help but mention how much the son resembles the father, even making small talk with the boy, whom they’ve only heard about before or seen in the framed picture of your family on Zhongli’s desk. By how polite (sorry, Ajax) and shyly sweet he is Xiao quickly becomes everyone’s favorite, pockets currently full with all kinds of treats.

When it’s time to go, the man kisses Xiao’s forehead goodbye, promising to be back in an hour and a half for a break, and grabs the materials. Once he leaves alongside his colleagues, Xiao sighs and, ignoring his temporary caretaker, moves to the bag his dad left, starting to dig out all the candies to put them into its side pocket.

“Whatcha doin’, little guy?” The young man is at his side in two long strides, curiously watching the boy’s actions. Xiao gives him a side eye, before deeming the question plausible and turning back to his task.

“I don’t want them right now. I’ll bring them home and share with mom and dad.”

“I am sure they’ll like that,” Ajax hums, busying himself with the contents of the main section. “Oh, would you look at that! It seems that your dad packed some coloring books, toys and… oh, puzzles! You like puzzles?”

The boy quietly nods. Tiptoeing, he tries to see the two boxes his temporary caretaker is holding, and the young man immediately crouches down to let him look.

“This one is new,” Xiao finally points to the box in his left hand. Ocean blue eyes skim over the picture of a phoenix, drawn in a simple yet elegant style. Yes, that definitely looks like something Mr Rex-Lapis would’ve bought for his child’s entertainment.

“Alright, let's get you behind your dad's desk,” golden eyes sparkle and a glimpse of wonder appears on the boy’s face. Dad showed him his own space at the lounge; it's tidy and organized, with all the necessities sorted inside the drawers and some notes and pictures pinned to the corkboard on the wall to the left. He wants to see them closer!

His caretaker drags the chair back, but climbing on it Xiao performs himself. As Ajax is humming something while tearing off the tape on the puzzle box, the boy turns to look at the photos Mr Rex-Lapis has on display. It’s so funny, really - not so long ago this little fella’s father was an image of reserve to students, no one knew who his wife was or the fact he had two kids. The secretary remembers how just half a year ago he used to be among those only ones who knew of the professor’s secret (which, in reality, wasn’t a secret at all). Why hasn't he ever spilled any info to the students who adore him?

Well, what fun would’ve been in it?

“Is that your big sister?” Xiao quickly glances up, taking notice of how the tall (but not as tall as dad) man hovers over where he is sitting and points at one of the pictures. The boy looks at it again.

“...yes. It’s Ganyu.”

“I have a sister too,” the fond expression on that freckle-covered face and a seemingly lightened color of those ocean-blue eyes disarms the five-year old a little. He blinks, waiting for what more he can tell. “Not one actually. Oh, and I have brothers too. One is your age, by the way!”

“Doesn’t it get too… loud?” Small hands reach for the carton box, lifting the lid.

“It does, in a good way though. But when our two huskies join in on the fun… Let’s just say it’s a good thing we have our own house.”

“You have dogs? That’s so cool! I want to have a pet too,” Xiao unceremoniously empties the contents onto the table, yet carefully places the lid with the picture against the monitor of the computer. “Mom promised that when I get older, they’ll buy me a bird.”

“Oh? You love those?”

“Mhm… Maybe we’ll buy something as pretty as…” he pauses, looking at the fiery bird. Ajax quickly realizes the struggle.

“A fo-nuhks,” Xiao prompts.

“Yeah… A fee-niks.”

As the minutes tick by, the boy’s initial hostility seems to evaporate. He still doesn’t talk unnecessarily much, but he does talk to Ajax, so that's progress. He is quite quick to finish the puzzles, and his temporary caretaker makes sure to praise the child. They talk a bit more about their respective families, Xiao even introduces him to his dragon companion. And the gingerhead picks the small fox-shaped keychain his elder sister knitted for him to play toy pals.

For another half an hour it manages to entertain the boy, but as the end of the class is nearing, he grows more and more distracted, glancing either at the door or the clock hanging high on the wall. It’s not hard to guess he is missing his father and is anticipating his return, but both Zhongli and Ajax can do nothing to just speed the time.

What professor can do though, is excusing his class ten minutes earlier, quite happy they got to get through all the material he prepared for this lecture. Bidding the students goodbye, he locks the door of the auditorium with his suitcase inside and puts the key in the pocket of his fancy vest to come back in twenty minutes.

When Zhongli enters the teacher’s lounge, he finds the secretary showing his son something on his own laptop. However, once Xiao’s eyes spot his dad’s figure in the doorframe, the little guy is down from his chair and running all the way to the man.

“Dad!” Mr Rex-Lapis barely has time to close the door and scoot down to catch his son, who nearly bumps into his legs, threatening the man’s balance. Finally in his arms, with his own tiny ones tightly wrapped around strong neck, the carbon copy of Zhongli happily smiles and Ajax has to rub his eyes to make sure he is not hallucinating. Wow, this boy can smile like that (sorry, my guy, you are just not his favorite, though now tolerable at least).

“Hello, Xiao,” Zhongli plants an affectionate kiss on his son’s cheek. “I see you’ve missed me,” the words are answered with eager nods. “Did you have fun with Ajax?” At least some of it.

The gingerhead lifts his eyebrow when the boy looks back at him, holds the gaze of ocean blue eyes for a moment, and then turns to his father once more.

“I suppose.”

The older man has to clear his throat with a polite cough so as not to break into a smile at the image of the assistant's slack jaw.

“That’s good, my dear.”

“Are we coming home now?” His son wonders, fingers playing with the longer locks of dark brown. Unfortunately, the answer is a dejected sigh.

“I am afraid we are not yet, sweety. But mommy texted me recently that she’ll be able to come get you after my second lecture. And then I’ll have one more.”

At the promise of you soon arriving to take him home, Xiao’s just building pout quickly disappeared. It’s okay, he can wait for a little bit longer. And that fox-like man isn’t bad, his company is quite nice. He even showed him some pictures of his family - almost all of them are ginger. Oh, and he promised to download some simple games onto his dad’s computer so he could play. And he still has his coloring books back there and he believes he saw you packing a small book - there is plenty to entertain him with.

Only for all these thoughts and motivation to be shuttered when someone knocked on the door and a second later some student’s head pushed through the gap. None of the three people currently present in the room could’ve anticipated what a black hole is about to be opened.

“Good afternoon, is Mr Rex-La- Oh, professor, you are here! We were wondering if we could take the key to leave our bags inside? As always? Oh, hey kiddo- Wait, a kid???”

“Dad, who is it?”

“DAD!?”

Before anyone could do anything, loud gasps break their way into the lounge. It appeared that almost the whole group was standing in the hall and heard everything crystally clear. Of course students are curious. Of course, they know about professor Rex-Lapis’ kid - the news and that cute picture from an online lecture were still the talk of the whole faculty just a couple of months ago. Of course, they want to see those sweet cheeks for crying out loud!

Ajax is the one who has to get everyone who does not belong in the room out and calm them all down as more than a dozen youngsters beg and plead with Zhongli to bring his baby boy to the lecture. And the said baby boy doesn’t help the situation either, looking at his father with those striking eyes, silently asking to stay with him. “I’m gonna sit very-very quiet,” he even promises.

Is it really a surprise that Xiao ends up sitting at his dad’s desk with his coloring books while the man is reading a lecture? (Students almost crumbled when their tall, handsome, enigmatic history professor walked into the auditorium with his son’s tiny hand clasped in his? Look, he even had to bend his body a little to do so!)

And, as much as students want to gush all over their favorite professor’s small-sized carbon copy, they keep their best behavior, because the situation gives the “once in a century” vibes and they’d be damned to destroy the magic of the moment.

Well, maybe a little, because the smallest interactions between Zhongli and his son as the man lets his students finish writing down information from the current slide are mind-blowing. Groupchat-blowing too.

Even cuter the whole occurrence becomes when the boy stops drawing and lifts his head, curious of what his dad is speaking about. He turns slightly in order to see the presentation, golden eyes skimming over the pictures and words, though he does not understand most of it. But it’s alright though - he can listen to his father instead.

Zhongli is pleasantly surprised when no one can answer one of his revision questions and Xiao lifts his hand, giving him the answer he wanted (he misspells the word a little, sure, but he knew the right response nonetheless). Aaaand that’s probably when the students finally lose it.

By the time the lesson is over and Zhongli meets with you in the teacher’s lounge to pass your very happy and very proud son to you so you two could be on your merry way home, the man feels a little drained. Nothing that can’t be fixed by your tender cheek kiss and soft rubbing on his back, but he still exhales heavily and swears that when he comes home, you are in for a new story.

And by what Ajax had time to tell while you’ve been waiting, you're sure it’s going to be a hilarious one.

taglist: @meimeimeirin Cause I remember how you once said you'd love to see more of this AU

[willowser]

How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

[writingsofwesteros]

Cregan Stark asks Jace for the hand of Nyra's oldest daughter while he is in the north and when Jace returns home he tells his sister about the marriage. Cregan arrives at Dragonstone and the princess and daemon are waiting for them.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“I cannot believe you have sold me off.” You pushed open the door of the war room. The candles flickering but you did not care. The soft, light blue dress hugged you perfectly and flowed behind you. “Sister, please..” Jace called after you but you turned to silence now; clasping your hands behind your back.

“Sweet girl..” You heard your mother’s voice and you fought against rolling your eyes as you looked out of the window. Your hand moved towards your neck; gently touching your skin. A nervous tick that had you squeezing your eyes shut. “The Starks…they are a good house.” Daemon tried to calm the situation.

You locked eyes with Daemon. As if he truly cared, you thought to yourself as you thought of the complicated man in front of you. Jace could not even look at you, which had your eyes twitching. “My love.” Rhaenyra hummed and began to make her way over to you, gently taking your hand.

“I’m sorry it was this fast. It will all be well.” She continued to whisper before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You could only duck your head in defeat; there was nothing you could do now, your family had made sure of it. “He is here now.” Rhaenyra gently told you and you finally looked away once more.

You only hummed and stepped away from her; from everyone as you tried to clear your racing thoughts. You ran your fingers through your locks as you stormed into the corridors. You needed to breathe. Of course, with a large family comes many brothers who all seemed to want you in that moment as little Viserys cried to you in the arms of the maid.

“Sweet boy.” You hummed; hoping to distract yourself as you gently placed him on your. A babe looking just right on you. “I shall take him now.” You gently whispered to them as you moved further down the corridor. Your heart racing with each step you made but you tried to distract yourself.

You could hear the chatter of people as you walked through the opening. The sun brightly shining on you as you gracefully stepped out. “Welcome, Cregan. It is nice to have you here.” You heard your mother’s voice. It was then that you finally looked up from where you had hidden in your brother’s hair.

Pleasantries were given whilst your bright eyes couldn’t stop looking over him. Gods, he was handsome, you thought to yourself. A soft gulp escaped you as you tried to focus anywhere else. “Y/N…” Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to call you down. You slowly and gracefully moved down the steps.

“My Lord.” You whispered as pleasantly as possible and you watched his soft looking lips twitch. Viserys betrayed you and reached for his mother. The Wolf of the North so gently took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it. You hated your cheeks burning as a bright blush came over you.

“It is nice to finally meet the famous Princess.” Cregan hummed and your eyes only widened slightly. “I did not know I was famous.” You whispered; ducking your head once more as you stepped to the side. He gently linked your arms as you both turned towards the castle to enter. His presence alone had you calming.

“Well, that went better than I thought.” Daemon hummed. His eyes watching the new couple walk further away. Rhaenyra only hummed. Her heart slightly breaks at the sight of you leaving.

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“It is beautiful.” You whispered; chewing on your bottom lip as you gently took the grey stoned necklace from Cregan. A wolf stared back at you and you couldn’t stop the soft smile coming over your face. “I’m glad you like it.” He hummed. His voice was gruff and the accent had you nearly blushing once more.

“I suppose it is not as great as your dragon.” Cregan whispered and you looked up at him. The size difference had you shivering some more. “Oh, I like wolves too.” You giggled out; the double meaning evident. “I am glad about that.” The wolf in question smirked before he gently asked, “Turn around.”

Your heart was still racing as you brought your locks of hair down one side of your neck; giving him space. His larger fingers moved over your soft skin as he placed the chain delicately around your neck. A possessive spark came over him for a moment as he tried to stamp on that. He couldn’t rush this.

“Thank you.” You whispered before your eyes widened as he pressed a soft kiss to your bare neck. A soft gasp escaped you at the touch as his hands slowly moved up and down your sides. “I apologise if the betrothal was not what you wanted.” Cregan gently commented as you finally turned around.

You ducked your head down for a moment. Had you been that obvious, you thought to yourself as you chewed nervously on your bottom lip. An act those dark eyes of his followed. You could feel your heart racing at his stare. “It does not matter. You are here now. I am sure all will be well.” You whispered. You hoped it would.

Cregan smiled and leaned closer; his head resting on your own now. His fingers moved through your braids. “You are very beautiful.” He whispered; his smile only widening as he watched you blush. “You are handsome.” You whispered out too. He leaned closer and your soft lips brushed against each other.

“I’m sorry..” You whispered out, leaning away from him after enjoying the kiss a little too much. “There is no need to apologise.” Cregan hummed as he placed a lock of your hair around your ear. His thumb brushed your blushing cheek as a soft, gentle smile tugged on his lips for a moment. “I imagine we have to go back now.” He whispered, providing his arm for you to link onto as you ducked your head. “I believe food will be ready. I can show you my dragon another time.” You whispered up to him. Your shyness easily returns once more even as your heart begins to pound. 

The wolf only smiled as he stared lovingly down at you. He knew he had made the right choice when your brother had come to Winterfell. There was no turning back now and truthfully, he did not want to.

[justakixa]

Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

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The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead. 

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now. 

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her. 

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Tbc!

[hunterwritings]

ONE SHOT IDEA:

You owe Steve a favor so you decide to babysit the Party so he can go on a date, and Eddie tags along. The ENTIRE time Eddie keeps flirting with you, kisses your neck and is basically doing everything he could to gross out the kids

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

"get a room" ⭒

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summary: while taking up babysitting duty for Steve, Eddie can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you.

pairing(s): eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, making out(?), allusions to sex, cursing

word count: 1.7k

notes: trying to cheer myself up after the finale 😢also, I kind of got very carried away with this, but I hope you still enjoy it!

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You laid down on Eddie's bed, resting your head on Eddie's chest while watching a horror movie.

"Baby, I hate to tell you this, but this movie sucks." You admit as you sit up from his chest. He gasped deeply and held a hand to his heart dramatically. "What do you mean? This movie's great!" He tries to add a rebuttal as he sits up, pressing his back to the headboard. "Scary movies are supposed to keep you awake and cautious, and I'm over here falling asleep." You reply with a smug smile. "Maybe it's just cause you're boring." He jokingly smiles to you. You gasp dramatically, just like he did before. "How could you?" You jokingly ask, a large smile spread across your face.

He smiled before reaching over and grabbing either side of your waist and pulling you close to him. Laughs emitted your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your side as he pressed small kisses on your neck.

Then, you heard the landline start to ring. "I'll get it." You sigh as you begin to pull away from him and he whines loudly. You jumped off the bed and walked toward the phone on the wall, hearing Eddie groan as he fell back onto his bed. "Hello?" You ask as you pick up the phone and hold it to your ear. "Hey (Y/N)." You hear another voice say on the other line. "Harrington?" You say loudly as Eddie pops his head out from your guy's room. "What's up?" You ask as you see Eddie walk out from your bedroom and sits down on the couch in the living room and turns on the TV there. "So, I need a favor." He asks bluntly. "Really? Now?" You asked, as you laid your head back against the wall.

"Yes now, listen, I've got a date tonight and I need to be there by 8." He said, looking at his watch on his free hand. "And what does that have to do with me?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh my god." He mutters under his breath as he pressed his forehead against his wrist lying against the wall. "Listen, these kids are here and I am done being the goddamn babysitter, okay?" He speaks quickly, you couldn't see him but you knew that he was speaking with his hands. "What are you talking about Dustin?" You questioned.

"Yes! But it's not just him, it's all the other ones too. They're playing that dumb Dungeons & Demons game." He explained.

"Dragons, Steve." You corrected him.

"Whatever." He complained, dragging out the word. "Listen, these kids need to be monitored, I don't trust them alone." He says. "They're 15, Steve, they're not toddlers." You say, scornful. "Yeah? Well I'm not gonna leave them alone at my house, just waiting to break something!" He says, annoyance laced in his voice. "Why are they at your house?" You said, your volume getting higher and moving your hand as you speak. This caused Eddie to look up at you, wondering if you were actually angry or not.

"I don't know! I thought it was just Henderson at first, then they all came rushing in like mice! They said all their parents wouldn't let them play st their house or something, and it was Henderson's great idea to bring them here." He explained, you could almost laugh wondering what his facial expressions looked like. "Y'know Steve, it says a lot about you that you can't handle a couple of 15 year olds." You smirked as you shook your head.

"You owe me, alright? You wouldn't have that job at Family Video if it weren't for me, and you said you'd make it up to me, remember?" He said, pointing his finger up even though you couldn't see him on the other line. "Oh my god, did you really have to bring that up?" You groan as you pressed your forehead against the wall. "C'mon (Y/N)." He added on. You groaned as you looked up at the ceiling. "Ugh, fine, I'll be there." You give in finally. "Yes! Yes, thank you (Y/N), seriously." He said, almost literally jumping from excitement. "Yeah, yeah, thank me when I get there." You finished as you put the phone back on the wall.

"Soo, what was all that about?" Eddie asks curiously as he stands up from the couch. "Steve wants me to watch the kids while he goes on a date." You tell him, your lips pressing into a tight smile. "What like, Henderson and Wheeler? Those kids?" He asks with his arms crossed and a curious smile on his face. "Yep." You replied with a chuckle. "Well why don't I just go with you? I'll keep you company." He says with a smug smile on his face as he lays his hands on your hips. He bit his bottom lip before reaching down his lips to press soft kisses to the crook in your neck. "C'mon Eddie." You chuckled as you slowly pushed him away. "Fine, fine, I won't do anything but I'm still going with you." He adds, tilting his head as he spoke to you. "Okay." You smiled.

You sighed as you closed the door to the van. You stepped out in front of Steve's large house and made your way to his door, Eddie trailing behind you. You knocked on the door before Steve opened it to you. "Finally." He sarcastically said as he gestured towards you. "Hey, at least we showed up." You replied. "You brought him too?" He rhetorically asked, gesturing towards Eddie standing next to you. "Listen, we are a package deal Harrington, wherever they go, I go." Eddie smirks as he points to you and then back at himself. Steve was about to open his mouth to say something but just put a hand to his forehead before shaking his head. "Y'know what? I don't care, but if I come home and the place is a mess, you are in deep shit (L/N)." He says, pointing a finger at you, but you just push past him and walk inside. "Relax Harrington, I'm a damn good babysitter." You jokingly say to him, holding your hands up. Eddie chuckles at your statement and Steve just sighs. "I'll be back in a couple hours." He says, holding his hand around the door knob. "Alright, have fun!" You say in a singing voice before he closes the door and leaves. "What a worry wart." You joke as Eddie laughs in response.

"Children!" You call out, dramatically cupping your hands around your mouth as you walked into the living room and see Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and to your surprise, Erica, sitting at the dining table playing D&D. "(Y/N)!" Dustin calls out as he stands up from his seat and rushes over to give you a hug. "Hey Henderson." You smile as he pulls away and goes to hug Eddie. You say hello to the rest of the kids and look around the table at their game. "It's great that you're here Eddie, now we can have a Dungeon Master that's actually good." Mike says as Lucas shoots his head over with an offended look on his face. "Dude! You said I was doing good!" He spoke as Mike stuttered, trying to find words to defend himself. "No, No, you were it's just... Eddie's better." He says as Lucas shakes his head.

"No, young warriors, the Master is not playing tonight." Eddie retorted, holding his hand up. He could hear their whines and groans of disappointment as well as them trying to persuade him to reconsider. "No, no, no, boys― and Lady Applejack, this Dungeon Master's only mission right now is to take care of my lovely, partner here." He smiles as he reaches his arms around your waist and press kisses to your neck from behind you. "Eddie." You laughed as you heard the kids groan in disgust and turning their eyes away from you and Eddie. Eddie pulls his lips away from your neck and rests his head on your neck, his arms still securely around your waist.

About an hour had passed, and you were sitting on the couch with Eddie at your side as you watched TV. You heard the kids continuing their journey in D&D, turning your head every time you heard something interesting happen. Eddie shifted his body slightly and put his forearm on the top of the couch and his cheek on his palm, you could feel his eyes burning into you. "What?" You finally asked as you turned to face him. "Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Just― admiring my favorite thing in the world." He added with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head, looking down at the seat of the couch. He reaches his hand down to your chin and raises up your head as he leans in to press his lips against yours. You hummed against his lips as he pressed further, lying his hands softly on your stomach. You reached your hand up to lie on his cheek, his lips moving along with yours. His hands had reached underneath your shirt and laid on your stomach. The coldness of his rings sends a shiver through your body, causing a smirk to form on his lips.

"Jesus guys, get a room!" Eddie pulls away and looks up at Dustin, who had just yelled from across the room. You pulled away from Eddie and sat up straight on the couch, embarrassment running through your body. "Oh trust me, that would not be fun for you Henderson, there would be sounds you would never recover from hearing." He says with a smug smile spread across his face and all of the kids faces fill with disgust as they all yell.

"Gross dude!" Lucas yells.

"That's disgusting, Eddie!" Dustin yells as he shakes his head.

Eddie laughs as he looks back at you, covering your face with both hands in embarrassment. He grabs ahold of both your hands and pulls them away from your face, revealing an embarrassed smile on your lips. "Oh my god, Eddie." You said quietly, and all he does is laugh in response.

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My Side of the Couch | Dragon & Rooster

Dragon & Rooster Masterlist | Over the Rainbow Masterlist

synopsis: Dragon Bradshaw-Trace has never been the type to cry over spilled milk. . . well that was until Bradley ended up sitting on her side of the couch

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pregnancy, a dash of smut, crying, mood swings, mentions of IVF.

Dragon had just reached the 12th-week mark of her pregnancy, and things had been going well so far. Her nausea had started to lift a bit, making it bearable to get through most of her workday. The fatigue was the worst though, settling in right around lunch. They were still keeping the pregnancy from the Dagger Squad, which was getting harder and harder every day, especially now that Dragon was experiencing mood swings. 

She tried her hardest to keep her feelings at bay. She usually didn’t mind the normal ribbing and jokes that the dagger squad shared amongst themselves, but these days, the jokes weren’t hitting as they should. Bradley had somewhat noticed the change in his wife, seeing that her laughter was forced, or her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. He never questioned it, knowing that she wasn’t going to tell him if anything was wrong. 

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The Bradshaws had spent most of the morning cuddled and loved up in bed. Bradley had become so cuddly and clingy since finding out that Dragon was with child again. He could hardly keep his hands off of her, taking her several times in a row, before she inevitably had to call for a break. Bradley had found his way down to the living room couch, just in time to watch the Phillies game, while Dragon decided to get some work done in the office. At some point in the game, Dragon decided to come downstairs. Bradley was deeply invested in the television as Dragon got herself a snack and came to join him. 

However, there was just one issue. 

“Move, you're on my side of the couch,” Dragon said, holding a bowl of strawberries in her hand, and standing right in front of Bradley’s view of the Phillies game. 

“Baby, it's a couch, there’s room over there,” Bradley pointed to the other side, peering around his wife, but she moved quickly to block his view, “Honey, the game is tied in the bottom of the ninth, please, just sit on the other side.” 

“No!” Dragon stomped her foot and set the bowl down on the coffee table, “That’s my side of the couch! Move your ass, Bradshaw.” 

Bradley groaned and looked around her again at the television, which Dragon moved yet again to block him, “Grace, please! Just let me finish the game and I’ll-” 

The words fell silent on Bradley’s lips as he looked up at his wife in total shock. In all the years he’s known Dragon, he has only seen her cry a couple of times. She wasn’t the type to cry over spilled milk. She had told him once that tears were only meant to be spilled for things that mattered. Which was why Bradley was in total shock as Dragon started sobbing in front of him. 

“Oh my god, are you crying? Don’t cry!” Bradley said, standing up and reaching for her. She shook her head and swatted his hands away. 

“You are being mean to me!” Dragon cried. 

“Baby, it’s a spot on the-” 

“I am crying because of you!” 

“Honey, I am sor-” Bradley was cut off by Dragon turning her back to him and hiding her face in her hands. His mouth felt dry as he attempted to reach out to his wife again, placing a hand on her shoulder, just for her to shake it off, “Grace. . .” He sighed, trying to get a bone, anything, that would help him help her with whatever was going on. 

“Can you please just go outside?” Dragon said, meekly. Bradley didn’t say anything but nodded his head and turned towards the backdoor, not quite understanding what just transpired in a matter of seconds. 

He let out a sigh as he sat down in one of the patio chairs and looked out towards the ocean that was a mere feet from his house. The scene from the living room replayed over and over in his head as he tried to figure out where he had gone wrong. It wasn’t for another couple of seconds that it finally dawned on Bradley what had happened. 

Bradley stood up quickly from his spot and walked into the house, straight for the living room, finding it surprisingly empty. His brown eyes looked around until he heard soft footsteps from upstairs. Carefully, he jogged up the stairs and towards the bedroom he shared with his wife. He didn’t dare to just barge in like normal. Instead, he knocked softly and waited for her to make the move. 

And some move did she make. 

Dragon opened the door, standing in front of him in what was probably his favorite piece of lingerie she owned. His eyes went wide as he looked her up and down, trying to remember what it was he came up here for. 

“My eyes are up here, Bradshaw,” Dragon snapped her fingers. Bradley looked up from her breasts (which had grown in the past couple of weeks) to her face, smiling sheepishly at her. 

“I came to apologize,” Bradley said, “I didn’t mean to upset you by not moving, I should’ve moved.” 

“Shut up,” Dragon rolled her eyes and grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss. Bradley reciprocated it, settling his hands on her bare hips, his thumbs rubbing over her soft skin. She wasn’t supporting a bump yet, but Bradley knew it was any moment before she would. He gently walked her back towards the bed, both of them falling into a heap of limbs on the mattress. 

Dragon’s fingers tangled in his curls as Bradley placed kisses up and down her body. She moaned as one of his hands moved to her chest, gently squeezing her tender breast. Bradley had always been so attentive to her body, kissing every scar and blemish on her skin, but since she got pregnant, he spent more time kissing and nuzzling against her tummy. Tears once again filled her eyes as Bradley placed a delicate kiss right above her navel. Dragon cursed herself as she tried to hold the tears back, but couldn’t help the small sniffle that left her nose. 

Bradley lifted his head up instantly, his eyes filling with worry and then softening at the sight of tears, “Honey, what’s wrong-” 

“Nothing! Jesus Christ, Bradshaw! Will you just fuck me?!” Dragon exclaimed, but it was quickly followed by soft sobs. Bradley cooed and laid down next to her, pulling her into his chest, and covering her half-naked body with a blanket, “You got me pregnant.” 

“Well, if we are being honest, Doctor Miller got you pregnant,” Bradley chuckled, “I just jizzed in a cup.” Dragon lifted her head, and Bradley’s eyes widened in horror as a loud cry left her lips and she pushed away from him and into the bathroom, “Sweetheart!” The door slammed shut and he heard the lock click, “I’m sorry!” He yelled and a few seconds later he heard the lock click again. 

Bradley walked to the bathroom, using every ounce of caution the Navy had ever taught him. He knocked on the door, hearing the sound of rushing water from the bathtub faucet, before opening it. Dragon leaned over the side of the bathtub, testing the running water until it was at the right temperature to plug the drain. Bradley walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist as she stood up. She melted against his touch, her lips in a pout as she watched the bath begin to fill. 

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” He asked quietly, placing a kiss on her temple. 

Dragon sighed and Rooster was worried for a second that more tears were about to follow. But she softly said, “My emotions are outta whack. I’m mad one moment, horny the next, and sad right after. I don’t know what’s going on. I would take the brain fog over this shit.” 

“It’ll be okay,” Rooster assured her, gently running his hand over her tummy, “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” 

“You didn’t, I’m just being emotional,” Dragon looked over her shoulder at him, “I guess that just means this is working. Bean is gonna be okay.” 

Bradley smiled and pecked her lips, “Go wait in bed. I’ll come get you when this is ready,” Dragon nodded and kissed her husband again before walking back into their room. Bradley smiled as he reached under the sink for her favorite bath soaps and candles. Dragon’s words rattled around in his head as he got her bath ready for her.

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[chibsandchill]

Prized stallion

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Pairing: Daemon T. x gn!reader

Warnings: None except some profanity

Masterlist

In which you're waiting for Daemon to tell you who his family had sold him to.

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“It’s done then.” You say when the curtains behind you are pulled to the side. His steps are rushed and heavy, a clear indication of his no doubt horrid mood. “They’ve decided who you’re going to marry.”

“Yes.”

“Who is it?” You turn to face your tormentor, drinking in the pale hair, the silent strength and resilience you've come to adore so in his lilac eyes, with all the intensity of one who expected to never see it again. Perhaps you won't. “Who is that they intend on selling you to, oh-prized-stallion?”

He scoffs. “Some Rhoyce cunt.” 

“Lady Rhea Rhoyce,” you say then, tasting the name of his future wife on your tongue. It tasted bitter, the mere mention of the woman leaving wounds in your heart that would never heal, knowing that she would be gifted a piece of your love that you could never even dream about having. “The court speaks kindly of her, but I do not see what she will bring to your family, Daemon. House Targaryen already has strong ties to the Vale.”

Strong arms cross over a lean chest. “They bring nothing.” Daemon walks closer to you, fingers ghosting over your elbow, a touch so light you hardly feel it. “She brings us nothing. Not like you.” His fingers wrap around your bicep and he turns you around to face him fully. “You, my flame, are everything and more.” 

“Perhaps once.” You bow your head, unwilling to lose yourself in the abyss of longing that were his eyes. 

“Always.” He insists. His other hand snakes around your other arm. “I will not consummate this sham of a marriage. This I promise you. All that I have, all that I am, belongs to you.”

“You have no choice.”

“I have every choice,” he growls, face set in stone. Then he relaxes, but you know him enough to know that the hint of a smirk on his face is as genuine as a lickspittle’s praise. It is nothing but a mask he uses to protect himself; a wall of iron to protect a soft core. “Besides, even if I were to put my cock in her, that frigid cunt of hers is sure to burn it right off.”

“The horror.” You drawl. “Prince Daemon Targaryen – the cockless dragon.”

“Indeed,” he agrees. “All the whores from the Wall to Lys would weep at the loss. I’ve heard it is one of my few redeeming traits.”

Your lips curl into a crooked grin. “Hardly. Under your shield of nonchalance and sarcasm there are several crumbs of good.”

“Hardly.” He parrots you. “Those crumbs, as you call them, reveal themselves only when your light chases away the bad. But this marriage will leave me in darkness for the rest of my days. That is what Grandfather has doomed me to; eternal darkness without a sliver of light. Surely I will drown in my own hatred should you be taken from me.”

Your fingers ghost over his brow, before you cup his face. Your thumb trace the fullness of his lips. “I hope it will not be so, my Prince. ‘Tis I who shall drown when you are taken from me. I will never feel the warmth of you pressed against me, or your lips brushing mine in the dark corners of the halls. I will never marry, not when I have tasted love, and so I will be forced to watch the ghost of us fade.”

He leans into your touch. “Come with me,” he asks, no, pleads. 

“I cannot.” You shift your hold so you could trace the sharpness of his cheekbones. “Watching her with you… Please do not ask this of me.”

Caraxes roar in the distance. 

“Essos,” he mutters 

“What?” You ask. 

“Essos,” Daemon repeats a bit louder. “Run away with me. We can have that family you have always dreamed of,” his face break free of your hold, allowing him to lean in close, his breath dancing across your parted lips. “Run away with me.”

“But your family-”

“I don’t give a fuck about my family,” he interrupts you. “They won’t miss me.”

“You know that’s not true,” you try but even you could hear the hollowness of your own words. 

The hand on the small of your back movs to your face, mirroring your own hold on him. Daemon’s fingers thread through your hair as he pulls your face down. 

“Just say the words, sweetness,” he tells you, lips a hair’s width apart. “We can go tonight, ride Caraxes to the Free cities. I have enough coin for us and our children to live comfortably. You won’t have to see me get married to another, and I will never have to watch you fade.”

“Daemon-”

“Shh,” he slants his mouth over yours in a kiss so brief and light that you follow him eagerly when he tried to move away. A smile so wide it made his cheeks ache at the unfamiliarity of it all made your mission difficult. “Just say the words.”

Silence falls over you again, the sound of your pants the only thing filling the large chamber. Then, a whisper. 

“Yes.” You mumble against his skin as you pressed kisses to all which you could reach. “Yes, I’ll run away with you.”

Daemon’s reaction is instantaneous, as if your answer could never be anything but yes. Any doubts you had were wiped clear when his jaw slacks, but then he was smiling like he never had before; eyes wide and sparkling with newly found joy, hands shaking against your bare skin. His strong arms wraps around your waist, and then his lips were pressed against yours again, but this time you could taste the promise of happiness that they held.

[fan-goddess]

Interviews #1

Pairing: Tom Glynn-Carney x actress!oc

Summary: Snippets of interviews done by Tom Glynn-Carney and Georgia Jones, where pretty everyone but them can see their genuine affections for each other

Warnings: None needed really apart from kissing

Taglist: @humanpurposes, @lovelykhaleesiii, @valeskafics, @arcielee

Authors Note: it’s not my usual type of work sure, but it’s been in my drafts for a good couple of months and I thought I’d post and see what happens

Interviewer: What was a scene you filmed with others that took really long for you to film cause you just couldn’t stop laughing?

Interviewer: Georgia, out of these three please rank first, second and third. Matt Smith, Olivia Cooke… and Tom Glynn-Carney.

Matt: Oooh…I like that! You’re an evil interviewer!

Georgia: That’s not fair one of them is literally right here! -she points to Matt in exasperation-

Matt: I think I already know how this list is gonna go… -Matt let’s out a giggle while he ruffles his hair at Georgias despair-

Georgia: Oh shush you! Okay, this is so hard as I admire all three of them so much-

Matt: Some more than others…

Georgia: Shush your shusher! I’m gonna go Tom first, shush you! -Matt is now near fully laughing covering his mouth with his hand as Georgia points at him- Cause we did more scenes together and that. Plus he’s got a really good sense of humour that I can rely on to make me laugh anytime. Olivia is gonna be second cause whilst we didn’t do as many scenes together, Olivia altogether is such an amazing actress and I loved her work in ready player one which is probably one of my absolute favourite movies! Which oh so sadly means Matt is in last place…

Matt: You’ve broken my heart Georgie! -Matt places his hand on his heart and leans his head back in mock hurt- whose gonna tell the kids that mommy aunt and uncle daddy don’t love each other anymore? -the two break at this point. Both now laughing and grasping their chairs to not fall over-

Georgia: Okay! Now we’ve gotten the heartbreak over and done with! Matt is only last as whilst I love him very much-

Matt: Awe thanks Georgie!

Georgia: We didn’t get to film too many scenes together with our characters in the show. Plus I’ve not really watched at many projects with him in, though I’ve been meaning to watch Doctor who for the longest time with one of my good friends!

Audience member: Hi Tom!

Tom: Hello! -Tom waves enthusiastically with a bright smile-

Audience member: What overall was your personal favourite scene to film in house of the dragon and who was it you possibly filmed it with?

Tom: Ooh that’s a good one! I’ll admit there are a couple that come to mind at first, like the one where I’m wrestling Ewan attempting to escape the crown, -a wolf whistle emerges and all laugh including Tom- But there are others such as some of my scenes with Georgia and her character that became quite interesting for me to see our characters grow on screen. Plus I’ll admit I did really enjoy our kissing scene a lot, -the audience all freak out while one fan makes a more prominent scream than others- see that person gets it! Georgia is an amazing actress who I had such fun working with and can’t wait to see her career flourish more in the future! Though on that topic I guess my favourite is the scene where Aegon is finally able to break down with Alyssa as she comforts him and shows him that love and affection he’s been craving for his whole life. Yeah that’s my answer! -the audience all awes in near unison while Tom seems to cover his reddish face in embarrassment-

Audience member: In another interview, your costar Tom Glynn-Carney said one of his favourite scenes to film was your kissing scene in house of the dragon. Do you also hold this scene close to your heart? -the audience scream in happiness the question is asked and Georgia awkwardly smiles-

Georgia: Well, I have seen that interview and I will just say I don’t think he said exactly that, but yeah, the scenes where our two characters could develop where some of my absolute favourite to film. And by default the kissing scene goes high up aswell -the audience get visibly excited- hey! Calm now dear fans! To answer your question, the kissing scenes was actually one of my favourite to film, BUT! There are others I hold higher in the rankings! Such as the dinner scene and Aegons coronation.

Audience member: This question is directed to Tom and Georgia. What are some personal headcannons you have for your character and which of them would you love to have incorporated into the series?

Tom: ooh I like this! I personally don’t have many headcannons, but I’d love to think that Aegons love language with Alyssa before he can actually be with her officially and in public is like secret gift giving. Like, he’ll literally make maids send her her favourite dessert if she looked even a little upset at dinner, or if he’s on one of his little, escapes in flea bottom and spots a necklace he thinks Alyssa would like he immediately just buys it and anonymously sends it to her like a secret admirer.

-The audience all awe at the headcannon including Georgia who holds a hand to her chest.-

Georgia: That is so cute! God I can’t really think of any I’ve really made myself... um. One thing I think Alyssa did mainly when she was younger, I’m thinkin this on the spot here! She had a diary she wrote in about how she wished to be with Aegon. She’d write like little letters in there which she’d address to him but never give to him. Kinda like that movie to all the boys I’ve loved before, never seen it though before you all start freaking out I’ve only seen the trailer!

Tom: Awe that’s cute! Specially cause you thought of it on the spot too!

Georgia: Thanks! Though I think yours is the best one by far’

Interviewer: Okay, if your character had to sit down and have a drink slash meal with anyone from the game of thrones universe who’d you pick and why?

Tom: God I think the only one I can think of that’d even get along with Aegon may be Tyrion… their both just used to being disappointments in their families eyes and plus they’ll drink together! I don’t know how long it’d last though before they get annoyed at each other though… probably not long to be fair…

Georgia: Ooh good shout that! I don’t know… maybe Daenerys if I’m going basic answer, though Margaery Tyrell is gorgeous so I think I’d love to eat with her! Plus Natalie Dormer is a gorgeous woman aswell I loved her work in the tudors!

Tom: Yeah that is a good shout too!

Audience Member: What are your top three songs in your on repeat playlist on Spotify?

Georgia: Ooh I got to check this lemme try and find which pocket my phones in. -She takes a minute looking through and takes the phone out, scrolling for a couple seconds before bringing the mic back to her mouth- okay so number one is fleabag by Yungblud -fans scream- the second is… of course it is… it’s Romy by sleep walking animals -the fans scream more while Tom grins almost bashfully-

Tom: Wow! I am very truly utterly honoured!

Georgia: Yea yeah moving on! And last of all is I ain’t worried by One Republic, cause I adore Top Gun Maverick easily one of my favourite movies!

[ali-r3n]

Eddie Munson x Henderson's Sister!Reader

Operation: Henderson 

Eddie finally works up the courage to ask Y/N Henderson on a ‘real’ date.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five  Series Masterlist 

"It's very obvious." She shrugged and extended a hand to help him to his feet. "I like you too."

Eddie's face flushed when she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Metal." He cleared his throat. "So, would you like to go out with me?"

"I'd love to."

“So, I was thinking you could come to this gig my band has.” Eddie awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “And we could hang out afterwards…or we could think of something else to do.”

Y/N smiled. “Your band’s gig sounds fun. What time?”

He slid his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “It’s at 6. I can come pick you up at 5:30.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.”

He was going to make sure that this was the best damn gig that he and his band ever played.

Eddie’s stomach fluttered as he drove to the Henderson’s house to pick up his date. He flexed his fingers around the wheel.

He parked in their driveway and took a deep breath. “You got this,” he whispered before he climbed out of his band.

His eyes widened when Y/N answered the door after he knocked. She was dressed in a pair of worn out black converse, a Pink Floyd shirt tucked into jeans that had the cuffs rolled up, a black belt, and an oversized jean jacket.

She tugged on the jacket, shyly. “Is this okay? I wasn’t sure what the dress code was like.”

He nodded. “You look…wow.”

Y/N smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Thank you. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

With his guitar strap slung over his shoulder, Eddie looked out into the small crowd of attendees. He locked eyes with Y/N. She smiled and gave him two thumbs ups. Eddie waved before they began the first song of their set.

As his fingers strummed the chords, his eyes stayed on his date. A sense of pride filled his chest while he watched her nod her head to the music. A grin spread on his face and he began to show off a little.

Y/N stood up and clapped when the band hit the final note. “Whoop, Eddie!” she cheered.

Out of breath and covered in sweat, he did the Rock ‘N’ Roll salute. They took a hydration break and he removed his guitar before he jumped off the stage. Y/N threw her arms around his neck when he walked over to her table. He wrapped his around her waist with a blush.

She leaned back so that he could see her face and beamed up at him

“You were amazing, Eddie!”

His smile was bright enough to power an entire continent.

“Thanks.”

It was at that moment that he realized he still held her and his cheeks flushed. “Uh Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Y/N nodded and leaned up to press her lips to his. He held her against his chest and responded.

Their kiss was interrupted when it was time for him to go back on stage.

“Knock ‘em dead, Rockstar.” She winked.

Oh My God. I'm in love, he thought as he bounded to the stage with a lovestruck grin.

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[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (11/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 3034

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: As Arianwyn adapts to her new surroundings, and Aemond heals from his wound, the pair take comfort in the letters they exchange.

Warnings: None.

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Author's Note: This one came to me quickly! I hope y'all enjoy. And bonus points to anyone who can correctly identify the historical source of the phrase "dearest friend!"

Also, there have been some questions about the timeline in this chapter - it doesn't match either the books or the show, so I feel the need to clarify. Before I started writing this, I went over both the book and show timelines thoroughly. However, neither really made sense to me in terms of the appropriate ages for characters for the story I wanted to tell. So, I sat down and made my own timeline! It is very different from both the show and the books, but it is the best fit for my story. Maybe once I wrap this up I can share it with y'all, if that would be something you're interested in!

I'm sorry if these discrepancies bother some of you. But it is, after all, the mantra of fic writers that canon is only a suggestion!

Dearest Friend

Aemond,

I am sorry it has taken so long for me to write to you. So much has happened since I watched you fly from Driftmark on Vhagar.

Oh, what a sight that was! I had not been able to appreciate her fully in the moonlight. From where I watched in the tower – the very one you flew from – I could truly grasp her massive size and see her scales gleaming. Truly, the gods must have a sense of humor, giving you the bronze dragon and me the black.

Emrys was distressed when you all left without us. I could hear him wailing for Dreamfyre from my rooms. But I cannot blame him; I felt very much the same. I miss you – all of you – very much.

We did not linger for long at Driftmark after Ser Laenor’s funeral. It was not as grand an affair as Laena’s. I had the sense that Corlys and Rhaenys were eager for us to leave – I do not think they like either Rhaenyra or my father very well. I cannot blame them. Neither has said a word to me since we arrived on Dragonstone five days ago. I suppose it is the best outcome I could hope for, for I know Daemon to be capable of much worse.

Have you heard that Daemon and Rhaenyra were married? It happened only two days ago. I was not in attendance at the ceremony. I almost wish I was, as it was done in the Valyrian tradition. It would have been fascinating to see in reality what I have only read about and imagined for so long. But I could not have stood to be around my father for so long – to witness him in a moment of joy. I would have been sick, I think.

I have been settled in rooms in the opposite wing from the rest of them. For this, I am grateful, for it means I do not have to see my sisters, or Jace and Luke (who are now my brothers, I suppose), more often than is necessary. While I am allowed to break my fast and take my luncheon in my own rooms, I am still required to attend dinner with the family.

The first few meals, Jace and Baela tried mocking me. Baela talked about how she wished for the cuts on my face to scar so that I would never forget what happened that night. Jace tried to goad me by heaping praise on his brother for what he did to you. Though I wished to shove the entire table down their throats, I pretended not to hear them. Like Aegon, they lost interest once they realized they would get no reaction from their victim.

So now I simply sit in silence and eat my food – which on this barren island consists mainly of fish, which you know I hate. As soon as the meal is done, I retreat back to my rooms. Though it is lonely without Brynna and the rest of my companions from King’s Landing and Runestone, it is better than facing Daemon and the rest. I never thought I would, but I find myself praying for my father to continue ignoring me.

But oh! I am selfish. I have not asked anything of you. How was the ride on Vhagar? Have you ridden her since? Surely she cannot fit in the Dragonpit, so where does she lie?

And most importantly, how is your wound? Are you reading this letter yourself, or is Orwyle reading it for you? If he is, let him know how much I appreciate him, and that I hope he is treating you gently.

Please write back to me soon. I have not yet been brave enough to try and find the library here, so I am near to going mad with boredom.

Arianwyn

Sent to the Red Keep from Dragonstone on the 19th day in the third month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

Arianwyn,

I am immeasurably glad to hear you are unharmed. My mother, Helaena, and I were so worried what Daemon would do once you were in his grasp. We will continue to pray that you remain safe and well.

Do not apologize for not writing – my happiness should be the least of your concerns while you are living among enemies. My mother has written to your cousin, Ser Gerold, and Lady Arryn, your Godsmother. Our hope is that they will come to the capital to petition the King for your return, and that they will be able to succeed where we could not.

I am pleased that you were so impressed with Vhagar. I have not been able to ride her since we arrived back in the capital, as Maester Orwyle continues to insist on my drinking tremendous amounts of milk of the poppy to numb my pain –I am not even sure I have any pain; he has not given me a chance to feel it. He is treating me gently, overbearingly so. He treats me as if I am a helpless, petulant child!

Your guess is correct. He is reading for me. And writing. And every other damn thing. It is only my eye that is wounded, and yet he acts as though I have been rendered incapable of even independent thought.

Arianwyn, please forgive my interjection into the Prince’s many complaints. If I indeed treat him as a “petulant child,” it is only because he acts like one. Be assured, if I did not place such restrictions on him, I am sure he would overexert himself and end up injured worse than he is now. – Orwyle

Enough about overbearing Orwyle. You asked about Vhagar.

She is so wonderful, Aria! Aegon was right, she did not need a single command from me to make her way back to King’s Landing. I think she was happy to return to the land of her youth, after so long across the sea. She flew around and around the city, frightening all the small folk, and even the nobles in the castle – they were not expecting to see such a massive dragon!

She did try to enter the Dragonpit, but you are correct, she is much too large. She has instead taken residence in the empty Tourney Grounds. Where she will go when we actually have a tourney, I have no idea. As soon as Orwyle lets me off his gods damned sedatives, I will take to the skies once more.

You did not mention how Emrys was. Have you been able to ride him? If you are so permitted, perhaps we could arrange a place to meet. There must be some clearings in the Kingswood large enough for both our dragons. Or you could just return to the Keep – come home. With me and Vhagar to defend you, surely Daemon would not try and force you to return.

Perhaps this is the milk of the poppy speaking. But I miss you very much. There are so many people at the castle, but it still feels empty without you. Even the library doesn’t feel right when you are not here to read with me.

I asked my mother about my sending you books, or some of your things from your rooms here, but she said no. It would require a great cost, and we cannot be sure that Daemon would not turn the ship away.

I am so sorry for your loneliness. I wish there was something I could do to give you comfort.

Aemond

Sent to Dragonstone from the Red Keep on the 24th day in the third month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

Aemond,

Your words give me great comfort, which is increasingly hard to find. I have read your letter over and over again, for when I read your words, it feels for a moment as if I am not truly alone.

I have heard from my cousin. As I write this, he is sailing for King’s Landing. Lady Arryn will be not far behind him. I have never met her, but it warms my heart that she cares so much for the memory of my mother that she would make such a journey for me.

However, I am hesitant to hope that their words will sway the King. From what your mother told me, he was sincere in his absurd belief that my presence will soften Daemon. And now that he is wed to Rhaenyra, I fear he will be even less likely to bring me home. Besides, I am hesitant to trust him after the way he treated you at Driftmark.

As for your daring plan for my escape, I am afraid it will not be possible.

I had not the courage to approach my father with the question of my mounting Emrys again. But I mentioned my desire to ride him again to my maid, a woman by the name of Kiyara. I have suspected since I arrived that all my servants were reporting my every move to Daemon. My suspicions were confirmed when the next morning, I received a note from him as I broke my fast. It said:

“I am almost impressed by your boldness. But I must not have made myself clear. You will not leave this castle until I say otherwise. You needn’t fret for the little black dragon. He has been made comfortable in the volcanic tunnels. He is unrestrained, and has been spotted flying across the bay to hunt with Vermithor. He is most happy amongst the other unclaimed dragons.

If I knew how to reach Emrys, I would burn this whole wretched island to the ground.

My ignorance is my greatest weakness. I am utterly lost in this monstrosity of a castle. Were it not for the guards leading the way each night, I am sure I would get lost trying to find my rooms after dinner.

I feel so helpless, Aemond. I thought that as long as I had Emrys, I could endure whatever Daemon did to me. But now, I am a Targaryen without a dragon, and a Royce without armor. How will I ever survive?

Arianwyn

Sent to the Red Keep from Dragonstone on the 31st day in the third month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

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Arianwyn,

Just send word and I will fly Vhagar across the Blackwater and burn the island down for you. Curse of the Kinslayer be damned. It would be worth it to save you and Emrys.

But I speak in anger. A righteous anger to be sure, but still anger. To do so would have consequences beyond my control and comprehension.

All I can think of to do is pass on the note from Daemon to my father when Ser Gerold and Lady Arryn arrive. Even he cannot deny the cruelty in denying you your dragon.

The fact that you have not even seen Emrys since you arrived makes me hesitant to mention my progress with Vhagar. But I know you will want to hear – perhaps it will cheer you.

I have at last been able to ride her again, now that Orwyle has given up on being my jailer. It is just as wonderful as it was that night. Why did you never tell me how thrilling it was? Yes, you told me of the wind in your hair, the sight of people and towns below shrinking to nothing as you climb higher and higher, but you never told me how it set the blood ablaze. When I mount Vhagar, I feel as though I could conquer the world.

But I don’t want to conquer the world, Aria. I just want to save you.

Aemond

Sent to Dragonstone from the Red Keep on the 6th day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

Aemond,

Let us write no more of my escape. Until we know it to be true, or at least have reason to truly hope, the thought serves only to sadden me.

Instead, tell me only of happy things – things to bring me light and joy as I sit alone in my gloomy tower.

How is Helaena? She and Aegon will be married soon. I wish I could be there to help her prepare. I had great plans for her gown. She has shown me so many of insects over the years, though I often wished she hadn’t. I was going to embroider the prettier ones on the skirts of her wedding gown. I thought that if she had them with her, she would not be so afraid. Perhaps you can ask your mother to do it for me.

What are you reading now? I have at last found the library here, but it is a pitiful thing. What books there are concern mostly warfare and its history. That is of no interest to me. And while there are many books on Old Valyria, they are only what we have already read. There are only a handful of collections of fairy stories. I will soon devour them all, and I have no idea what I will do then.

Please, do not hesitate to tell me more of Vhagar. If I cannot ride Emrys, your stories are my only way to the skies. I always told you that you would be the fiercest dragonrider since Aegon (the Conqueror, not your brother, obviously). Consider that now a promise. When I see you next, I want to be awed by what you and Vhagar can do together.

Arianwyn – the girl in the tower

Sent to the Red Keep from Dragonstone on the 10th day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

Arianwyn,

I pray we will find that hope soon. Ser Gerold and Lady Arryn arrived today. My father will hear their petitions tomorrow. With luck, you will be home in time for the wedding.

My mother says she will begin embroidering Helaena’s dress for you. She says that she is sure her work will not be as beautiful as yours would be, but she has fallen out of practice in recent years. Helaena is very excited to see the finished gown, but that seems to be the only thing that interests her about the wedding. I don’t blame her, I would not want to marry Aegon either. But it is their duty, and we must always perform our duty.

I don’t know that I can be called “fierce” yet. After so long firmly planted on the ground, adapting myself to the skies can be, well, a little frightening. Vhagar is used to more daring riders than I, so she likes to fly in an equally daring manner. I am now convinced that her dive on the night I claimed her was her going easy on me. She has since flown me in ways I could have never imagined.

She has a particular fondness for flying upside-down! The first time she did so, I screamed as loud as I could for her to right us – I was afraid I could not hang onto the saddle – but she did not listen. I could only hold to the horns as tightly as I could until she at last swung around. As soon as we landed, I immediately ordered more straps to be added to the saddle to spare my aching arms.

She will make me fierce, there is no doubt about that. But with the blessings of the Seven, you will see me again before I can become the “fiercest dragonrider singe Aegon.”

Aemond, the novice dragonrider

Sent to Dragonstone from the Red Keep on the 17th day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

Lady Arianwyn,

I wish I could write to you with better news. Lady Arryn and I were unable to secure your release from Daemon Targaryen and Dragonstone.

We were able to convince the King to make some concessions – threatening to move the armies of the Vale against Daemon will do that. He will immediately send a raven to Dragonstone to command that you will be allowed access to your dragon. The note Aemond gave us to show him did enrage the old man.

He is a clever boy, that one. He took me to your chambers in the Red Keep to show me the work you two have done deciphering the Runes. I am immensely impressed. I will be asking your Maester Orwyle to make a copy of your translations, that I may take it back to Runestone with me for our own library.

Speaking of Runestone, Lady Arryn and I were also able to convince the King to send your attendants from the Vale to Dragonstone. Their presence was a crucial part of our original agreement, and it will continue to be enforced now that Daemon has you. You may not be able to return to Runestone just yet, but it will still be with you through them.

I am so sorry that I was not able to free you from that man. The King still foolishly believes that his brother can still be saved. You and I know the truth: Daemon is a monster.

You are strong, my dear. Perhaps even stronger than your mother. I have no doubt that you will survive this, and when you at last return home to the Vale, no one will ever be able to command you again.

Ser Gerold Royce, Lord Regent of Runestone

Sent to Dragonstone from the Red Keep on the 20th day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

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Aemond,

Never stop writing. It is all I have.

You are my dearest friend.

Arianwyn

Sent to the Red Keep from Dragonstone on the 22nd day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

-

My dearest friend,

I will write every day. So long as I am alive, you will never be alone.

Aemond

Sent to Dragonstone from the Red Keep on the 25th day in the fourth month of the year, 131 years after Aegon’s Conquest.

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[areyoudreaminof]

A Dreamer with No Stars: An Eris Vanserra Playlist

Eris snatched me right off the page. A cold, cruel, and calculating male from an elaborately macabre court. Then ever so slowly, we begin to see a male trapped in the web of his father, the only protector his mother has left, the deep seated regret he has over the loss of his youngest brother. Then there's his history with Mor. What happened in those woods? I agree with Eris that there is more to the story there. Cassian's last words to him, "I think you might even be a good male. You're just too much of a coward to act like one.” are on to something. He's not a coward, but rather someone stuck in a terrible situation having to fight for his survival. Eris Vanserra had dreams, but no stars to hear him.

I'd like to dedicate this one to my favorite Eris girlie, @ofduskanddreams, who gave me an amazing song for this playlist and for just being wonderful!

LISTEN HERE and follow me behind the cut for a lyrical deep dive!!

Who Are You, Really?-Mikky Ekko

So you feel entitled to a sense of control And make decisions that you think are your own You are a stranger here, why have you come? Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say Who, who are you really? And where, where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove Cause I've got nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?

Smoke and Mirrors-Gotye

You're a fraud and you know it But it's too good to throw it all away Anyone would do the same You've got 'em going And you're careful not to show it Sometimes you even fool yourself a bit It's like magic But it's always been a smoke and mirrors game Anyone would do the same

Mother, are you watching? Are you watching?

DLZ-TV on the Radio

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows to smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized, objectified You set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever

Devil Devil-MILCK

Clever Devil, Devil How quickly they do sell their souls For the feast and the promise of gold But devil that won't be me Devil, Devil Bones of metal metal You torture saints with a single glance Make them think they ever stood a chance

The Stigma (Boys Don't Cry)- As It Is

You feel an emptiness inside How it sinks into your soul But it’s nothing you can’t hide Just forget about the hole beneath your skin That’s swallowing the best of you with it Don’t let them see you fall

The Day is Coming-My Morning Jacket

You need it, that's for sure You receive, but always want more Taken for granted This lifetime and what's up ahead But the day is coming The day is near The day is coming

Zephyrus-Bloc Party

Too many mirrors in this house And I don't like to see myself like this I'm becoming the man I used to be, I guess These walls could tell you a thing or two Things that you really don't want to know Lend me your eyes for your point of view Lend me your feet and I'll stand up for you

Enemy-Imagine Dragons

I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground I'm searchin' to behold the stories that are told When my back is to the world that was smilin' when I turned Tell you you're the greatest But once you turn, they hate us Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy

Lunacy-Swans

In the mind of no one Forming sun, forming love Break the chain, hide within Innocence, not innocent Innocent in no sense Eat the beast, keep him in Take the blame, speak the name

Tranquilize-The Killers

Always here, always on time Close call, was it love, or was it just easy? Money talks when people need shoes and socks Steady, boys, I'm thinking she needs me I was just sipping on something sweet I don't need political process I got this feeling that they're going to break down the door I got this feeling they they're going to come back for more See, I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down

What Went Down-Foals

I buried my guilt in a pit in the sound With the rust and the vultures and the trash downtown So don't step to me, kid, you'll never be found Cause while you were sleeping, I took over your town When I see a man, I see a lion When I see a man, I see a liar You're the apple of my eye, of my eye, of my eye

Devil I Know-Allie X

I want to, wanna get free (Get free) But staying with you is easier, than leaving Feels like a holiday breeze when we go up But you bring me down to my knees when push comes to shove

I could pretend that I'm just praying now But I'm only on my knees I could scream, “Somebody help me out” But the wicked one is me

Blame-Bastille

Fall upon your knees, sing: "This is my body and soul here" Crawl and beg and plead, sing: "You've got the power and control" Don't pin it all on me Don't pin it all on me!

The Foundations of Decay-My Chemical Romance

See the man who stands upon the hill He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain Now, if your convictions were a passing faith May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays And as the vermin crawls We lay in the foundations of decay

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it swells When the storm it gains, and the sky it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away And as you stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

The Angry River-The Hat & Father John Misty

The awful cost of all we've lost As we looked the other way We've paid the price of this cruel device Till we've nothing left to pay The river goes where the current flows The light we must destroy Events conspire to set afire The methods we employ These dead men walk on water Cold blood runs through their veins The angry river rises As we step into the rain

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