It seems like there is a big, popular understanding about where you’ll find wild “Siamese fighting fish” aka “betta fish” in Thailand.
Apparently, the common North American (and European?) idea is that you’ll find beta fish in places like this:
I can understand this misconception, especially if you’ve never experienced what our monsoon seasons are like, nor have ever seen a rice field before… among many other things. The fact is, you’ll never see betta fish in such tiny bodies of water. I have seen tadpoles in small puddles like these… and, in shallow gutters/”khlongs”, I have even found little guppies and fresh water crabs. But try as I might (and I have really tried), I have not once found a single betta fish in these kinds of environments.
Betta fish naturally occur in these kinds of environments:
Yes, the water can be shallow (knee-deep), but the territory is often wide, vast, and dense with soft, vertical growing foliage. The water is not stagnant like in a puddle, nor is it barren with wide open space. In this environment, a wild betta fish has many hiding opportunities.
I can only assume that betta fish do not naturally occur in small puddles (be it in the jungle or otherwise), or within Khlongs/gutters–because it is not an optimal environment for them and they cannot survive it. Please note that I do not, nor have ever raised betta fish. I have only looked to admire them in the wild and these are my observations.
As someone who raises a variety of wild/’exotic’ animals, I have found it critical to the animals health and behavior–to recreate their natural environment as closely as possible, while omitting natural dangers from the set-up. Doing so will allow your animal to exhibit its full range of natural behaviors, and exist optimally. For you, this means being able to watch your animal preform behaviors and show off colors you might never have had the chance to see, otherwise. I my opinion, this is much more rewarding than spending time, energy, and emotions into trying to defend a tiny, barren, and stagnant fishbowl set up.
Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes. Thank you ♡
« I’m going to bed… » Taehyung gets up and waves to you before going to his room. You wish him good night and huddle up to Yoongi’s arm, enjoying the warmness of your best friend’s body. You’re alone with him in the living room and it’s getting pretty late. You had a great night with your friends like always, and now everybody’s asleep. Yoongi reaches for his phone and choose a random song to play on the speakers.
« No, not this song… », you sigh.
Yoongi hisses : « Such a pain in the ass… »
You bite his arm which makes him groan. Yoongi hisses and firmly squeezes your thigh. You whine and move away to get rid of his hand but Yoongi puts his arm around your folded leg which gives him better balance as he searches for another song. You don’t have the energy to fight him so you let it go, putting your head on his shoulder and watching his phone’ screen. You smile when Yoongi puts Offonoff’s new album and you squeeze his arm, whispering « My favorite… ». Yoongi’s head leans back on the sofa as he whispers back « I know… » and he smiles when he hears your little laugh. You watch him close his eyes, his lips moving with the lyrics, his hand nonchalantly releasing the pressure on your leg.
Your eyes slowly goes down. You can see the beat of his heart pulsing on his neck. His pale skin looks really smooth down here. As you gulp, you lost yourself in the contemplation of your best friend’s beauty, your heart beating faster than usual. You want to look away, you try to look away, but your eyes are stuck. You stare at his neck, feeling a strange heat growing between your thighs.
word count: 11, 527 (yeah, i went a lil crazy with this one…)
prompt: Y/N grew up as Eddard Stark’s Ward after the death of her father. Ned fed her stories of the great Ser Arthur Dayne and it became her mission to prove herself worthy of wielding Dawn. However, Y/N’s childish view of honorable and honest knights was diminished after the death of everyone she grew to love. After surviving the Red Wedding, she joins Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros and rides North.
warning: there is a small smut scene, not very descriptive
a/n: I was writing a fifty chapter fanfic bc I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Arthur Dayne having a daughter and her wanting to be like her dad, but bc we all know this bitch (me) ain’t gonna finish it, I decided to cramp all of it into this. Hopefully, you enjoy and i might write a second part?
Warnings: Insecure reader, Brotherly Bofur and Fluff
“Y/N could we please have a word?” Kili asks, Fili standing by his side. Before you can respond, they pull you away from the rest of the company.
“What is it Fili? Kili? Where are we going?” You ask, only to ignored as they drag you further out into the wooded area outside of your camp.
You let this continue for a while longer, until the camp fire grows distantly dim. You finally yank your arm free, getting fed up with lead around like a puppy. “That’s enough boys. What did you drag me all the way out here for?”
A/N: anyway the great animal cracker debate of the twenty-third century is my favorite part of this
You stared at the door and waited the polite amount of time.
Well, the polite amount of time for you— which was just the thirty seconds after you’d finished knocking.
You entered the code you’d memorized months ago against the control pad you used to struggle with when your friendship with Jim was new, and the door slid open easily. With a sigh and a clearing of your throat, you entered the dim quarters and replicated a cup of coffee for yourself— after all, his replicator was the best one on board.
Piping pastel yellow mug in hand, you took long steps to his bed. “Wakey, wakey, sunshine! Lights at fifty-percent,” you added, laughing when Jim groaned loudly and pulled his plain white comforter over his head as the lighting increased.
You pulled gently on the few strands of blonde hair that managed to peek out from above the edge of the comforter. You then tugged on the covers a bit, exposing everything above his nose. Your fingers moved from his hair to his high cheekbone, sweeping your thumb across his skin only to move a little lower to pinch the fleshier part of his cheek with force.
He hissed loudly and slapped your hand away, sitting up immediately. He placed his hand against the flushed skin and grimaced at you. “What the hell? It’s a day off!”
You hummed, holding out the cup of coffee to him. “Your voice is sexy when you’ve just woken up. All that rasp, that depth.”
“My voice is always sexy,” he mumbled, taking the cup and smirking as he brought the mug to his lips. Once he swallowed and gave the coffee back, he sighed to lean back against his headboard. “You better have a good reason for waking me up on a day I planned to sleep through.”
You bit down on your bottom lip and pushed up the sleeves of the black t-shirt you wore. “I do. So Chekov and I spent the whole night researching this television series from, like, the early twenty-first century. It’s about these residents at this one hospital, and they all tend to sleep with one another more than work on patients, and it’s so absurd,” you laughed, rolling your eyes to yourself. “Pash and I spent the whole night watching episode, after episode, after episode and it’s strangely addictive and I’m weirdly invested—”
“Is that my shirt?”
You hummed questioningly, looking down at yourself. “Oh. Yeah, it is. Anyway, the doctors—”
“Do you not own any clothes of your own?” His eyebrows were together, his head tilted, his lips fallen into a frown. His volume had increased by the time he stated with a scoff of frustration, “You don’t even ask anymore.”
Your own eyebrows came together. “Jim, —”
“It’s not like we’re having sex, or dating, or something,” he continued, shaking his head. “You should ask.”
“Okay,” you said, your eyebrows now raised. “I’ll ask from now on. I’m sorry, I didn’t think— I won’t do it anymore.”
He sighed loudly. “No, I want you to wear my shirts,” he told you, his volume still just as high.
“Is your goal to confuse me?”
He sighed again. “I want you to wear them after you sleep here, after you spend the night with me. I want you to wake me up as annoyingly as you do and I want it every single morning. I want all of that. Do you—” he sighed heavily. “Starlight, do you not see it?”
“Well, don’t yell at me about it,” you replied softly. You waited a few seconds before setting the coffee down onto the floor and kneeling on the bed.
You shifted so you were knelt before him, moving your knees to be on either side of him so you could straddle his lap. You pressed your lips to his briefly tasting coffee on him and sighing at the feeling of finally in your veins.
As you broke the kiss and he leaned forward to follow your lips, you offered him a small smile and placed a hand on his chest, drumming your fingers against the thin t-shirt he wore. “Ask me out nicely, don’t fight with me about it, and I might say yes.”
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) : Playful. Myabe after a while you’d want to get dressed and finish some of the work you never had the chance to because of some unexpected events ;) but he has different plans “Don’t even think about leaving this bed, my Queen”; will shamelessly pick you up and and get you back on the bed then takle you with kisses.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : The line that goes down your back. When you change your clothes he’d embrace you in a back hug and trace his finger up and down your back. It gets his mouth watering every time.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) : Likes the feeling of cumming inside you. He’d look you in the eyes, arms rested on his elbows as your lips part when you feel him filling you, and the sound of your moan would send him into oblivion.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : Riding a horse with you in front of him always gets him super hard. All that movement and the closeness of your bodies tightly pressed to eachother and the friction he feels “Careful not to fall milady” that’s what he said, what his dick said was “You keep pushing back that ass on me, yas”.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Is experienced, no need of explaning it. Knows exactly what he’s doing and does it very well ;)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without sayng. Will probably include a visual): Missionary for him is the most intimate one, because he can have a look at your beautiful face and lift your legs, put them on his shoulders if he wants to, or turn your leg to the side; generally likes it because it can be versatile and bcs of the closeness. + 69 is something he finds very fun and sexy! You have this playful competition in which after a while one of you always gets the other to throw their head back and moan the shit out of themselves.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : Can be goody in bed, likes playfully slapping you on the ass and even biting it if he’s been eating you out after doggie style.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : Has hair down there, though one time he saw you shaving and he was curious because of how smooth you were afterwards and he really liked it, so two nights after you found out that “You shaved?” - “Well I wanted to try it as well!”. So now if he’s not too lazy he’ll shave too, but only if he’s not too lazy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Is romantic with a hint of spiciness! Makes sure you feel like his Queen in and out of the sheets.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) : “I have something far better under my arm” - “Only if you’re good to me ;)” - “now wHEN was I not, woman?”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) : It’s a game you two like two play: You like being the one on top once in a while, so he let you do what you want to him and you tied him up and straddled him, your flowly nightgown still on you. You were mercilessly teasing him, rubbing your wettness on his hard shaft “Take this dress off or I’ll tear it apart”- “Oh but you can’t my King, you’re still tied up”.
L = Location
(Favourite places to do the do): Right in front of the fireplace, laying naked on fur and blankets, feeling the heat of the dancing fire warm up your bodies, the light illuminating you; skin looking soft, glistening and golden, you were like Gods on Earth.
M = Motivation
(What turns them on, gets them going) : Pleasing his Queen turns him on more than anything. Showering you with love and affection. Being the one to make your hair messy, the one whose body glides on yours, the one to make you arch your back in ecstasy. That’s what get’s him going.
N = NO
(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) : Manipulation and lack of personal opinion and drive. Robb loves people with fire in their hearth, ambitious, loving, not afraid to speak up when they have to. Someone who’s violating all of those values is a person he wants nothing to do with.
O = Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : Likes giving as much as he likes receiving. “I want to kiss your lips, but those between your hips” ;) (is cheesy and smug and he knows it!)
P = Pace
(Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) : Depends on the night, one night he’d go slow, he’d kiss you fom head to toe, will move his body slowly on yours, feeling every part of you on his skin; Other nights he’d crash on you like the waves of an angry sea, would bite your neck and shoulders, would leave some red handprints on your hips from gripping.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): If you two manage to sneak out somehow, then hell yes!
R = Risk
(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : Your wish is his command. If you want to try something new, he’d be more than happy to help ;)
S = Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Lasts long enough so both of you you’d finish. There’s always room for self improvement.
T = Toy
(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Hasn’t used any toys before, won’t mind if you want to try some out! (Even on him!)
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease) : Robb’s all about pleasing! But… he has this guilty pleasure of his and that would be gliding his dick on your slit a few times before going in; it always gets you so impatient because right when you think he’s going to do it and you move your hips up to meet his, he just pulls back!
V = Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make) : He’s a moaner, and pretty vocal, but his voice gets lower and deeper when he moans and it you just dig your nails deeper in the skin of his back, because Good Lord, that voice!
W = Wild Card
(Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : Has very expressive and daring eyes & very often he lookes at you at those fancy dinners in a very very inappropriate way, and you perfectly know what it means.
X = X-Ray
(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : You never thought a man’s cock can be actually beautiful, but there lies the naked proof! And he has a really nice butt too, sometimes you slap him lightly on the ass when he walks around naked after sex. “Glad you like what you see then!”
Y = Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?) : He loves having sex, most of all he loves having sex with you, because it’s more than just sex, it’s fun and loving and playful and emotional! So he would have sex with you at almost any time. Though he’d love to cuddle you some more too!
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) : Sometimes he won’t even go to sleep, he’d wait for you to fall asleep and then he’d finish whatever he had to do. Will glance at you quite oftenly, lips always curving up in a heart melting smile.
Summary: *yn* Blackburn is the fierce Queen beyond the Wall, ruling over the kingdom of Vesiros that she helped build from the ground up. With winter approaching, how could the queen refuse an alluring offer from an even more enticing wolf, the King in the North?
Warnings: Some language, sassy!reader (but what’s new)
Notes: I decided to do this one with Robb but if people want, I could write a similar one with Jon too :)
“Your Grace I truly think you should reconsider releasing the prisoners, the-”
“What are you suggesting we do with them Ser Wick?”
“Executing them would be much more effective Your Grace, they trespassed onto your land Your Grace, if you do not punish them, it gives others the incentive to follow suit.”
“They’re children, Ser Wick.” *yn* snapped back. “They’re the offspring of savages, they were simply looking for food to feed their families. I will not execute innocent children.” She continued, giving him a stern look before turning to one of her guards.
BTS Reacts: Your Emotional Performance as Their Ex
Request:Can you do a BTS reaction of him seeing you his ex (also an idol) on stage (or on tv) crying because she sang a song that reminded her of him. Thank you, sorry if you didn’t understand me.
Seokjin’s hands itched to hold you close. The burning prickle to run his hands through your soft locks, cradle your cheek in his large palm and whisper sweet promises into your ear. The breakup had been messy; your company finding out about your secret blossoming relationship without any regard for your dating ban had even Bang Shi Hyuk stepping in to avoid disaster.
“Not for me,
I don’t think it will be easy,
You still fill up my day to day,
I repeat it like a fool,
But I can’t swallow the words on my lips,
It’s not fine, ah~”
Your voice echoed powerfully throughout the arena, pouring every emotion, every tear into the words of your song. You gazed across the audience, faces blurring together until you landed on Seokjin’s tall frame, easily recognizable in the front row tables. Tears began welling in your eyes, unsaid words pouring out to the crowd that you prayed he alone would understand.
Yoongi lounged in one of the comfy couches of the waiting room, makeup and hair already done. The sound of the TV airing the groups who just performed filtered in through the air, idly listening over the banter of the rest of the members as he checked his social media.
The sound of your voice echoed throughout the room, too loudly in Yoongi’s ears as his attention snapped to the TV. The screen was filled with an image of you, one he had committed to memory, every flaw, every dark circle under your eyes during the long, sleepless nights.
When there’s not much time left to the day,
When we used to make wishes and laugh,
Everything reminds me of you,
The wind is as cold as the edge of your heart,
When I open the window, you blow in,
When this time passes, will this breakup be over? Yeah~
Will I forget you?”
The small acoustic performance fit you. You were never one for fussy stages or complicated songs. You preferred raw, emotional ballads, songs that spoke to the heart and pulled at your memories.
Yoongi’s jaw set, an attempt to control his features. Jimin came up, camera in hand, light blinking blue on the back of his phone to signify he was shooting a V-Live.
“Hyung, say hi!” Jimin took notice of Yoongi’s set features, and straightened posture and furrowed his brow. Yoongi gave a quick half smile to the camera and focused his attention back on the screen, where he caught the tail end of your performance, tears streaming down your face.
“Must be pre-show jitters,” Jimin commented to the camera, heading in the opposite direction towards Taehyung and Jungguk.
Yoongi quickly pulled out his black leather-bound notebook and a pen, and quickly started writing down thoughts, biting is lip to control all the aimless emotions in his head.
Hoseok had stoppedmid warmup to the sound of your voice filtering in through the practice room speakers hooked up to the radio. It echoed off the walls harshly, leaving him with no choice but to stand quietly and listen. It was a radio interview, promoting the new single you had just released the day prior.
“It’s more sad than what your fans are used to, isn’t it?” The host asked and you chuckled lightly, breath catching the mic.
“Yes,” you agreed. The ballad was a complete 180 from your normal pop style but you were happy with the change, Hoseok could hear it in your voice.
He knew he should have stopped, should have turned the station to something that played a mindless beat, the same rhythm over and over, something he could dance away all the thoughts running through his mind.
Hoseok walked over to the radio, hand gently laying on top with every intention of doing just that. But burning curiousity got the better of him at hearing your next words.
“I was in a really happy place when I wrote this. It’s about someone very dear; even though they are no longer in my life they continue to help me through my day to day.”
“Would you like to sing an piece of it for your fans?” the host asked.
“Of course.” Hoseok could hear the smile in your voice, could picture just how your lips lifted, and cheeks bunched up, nose scrunching the tiniest bit. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, your angelic voice filling his ears.
“Cause you are,
The light that feel on me,
Like a beautiful dream,
With seven rays, the whole world,
Is dyed even more beautifully,
Always, yeah you are,”
The interview became quiet and a small sniffle Hoseok recognized immediately as yours permeated the air waves. “Would you like to take a quick break?” the host offered.
With that, Hoseok immediately turned the station and rubbed a sweaty palm over his face. He exhaled heavily, a deep set frown etched onto his lips. He began to stretch his limbs thoroughly, planning to throw himself into practice to try and forget the words etched into his heart, your voice ringing in his ears.
Namjoon stood in between his members, smile plastered dumbly on his face even though his insides felt full of mud. His brain processed things slowly, but heart beat that challenged that of a race horse. He hadn’t been this close to you since your split, conflicting schedules being the sole reason. Butterflies blossomed in his chest and soared through his veins at the sight of you, and from the blush that was dusting your cheeks, he was hoping your feelings hadn’t faded either.
“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” Don started. “I hear you wrote your newest promotional song.”
The faint blush deepened and you covered you mouth with a sleeved hand. “Yes, that’s right,” you smiled shyly.
“Mind giving us a sneak peak?” Don asked. You looked over towards your manager, sitting off screen, and he gave two thumbs up. You smiled and nodded, exhaling sharply.
“Still, I hear your sounds,
And still, I feel your hand,
Even today, I lived within your tracks,
Still, I see your image,
And still, I feel your warmth,
Even today, I lived inside your time.”
Your eyes glassed over with the beginnings of tears, and you covered your face, embarrassment creeping up your spine. The rest of your members smiled fondly and clapped, as Bangtan clapped as well and made noises of approval.
Something like pride flooded Namjoon’s chest before he quickly squashed that down. He would let himself have this moment, let show a smile fonder than the rest of his members, before he would go back to being polite yet aloof, keeping a respectful distance from your group.
Taehyung leaned over, large hand covering his mouth. “Jiminnie, I don’t know if I can do this.” He licked his dry lips and leaned back to gaze at Jimin, an unfamiliar, serious expression setting Taehyung’s features.
Jimin smiled apologetically and gave a reassuring squeeze to his knee, resting his hand there. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, handing wiping aimlessly at his mouth, as he watched the staff set up for your solo stage. The lights dimmed, and Taehyung could feel his heart begin to pound as you made your way onto the stage, front and center, to the lone mic.
You smiled warmly at the crowd as the soft piano filled the arena. You searched for Taehyung in the crowd, but were unable to find him in the dim lighting. Your heart sank a little at not being able to see him, but knowing his eyes were trained on you alone gave you the confidence to sing your deepest feelings in front of so many prying eyes.
“I don’t know since when, in this endless ordeal,
Your gaze whispers to me, “It’s okay,”,
Then there’s you,
At the end of my parched world,
Oh, it’s you,
Became sweet rain and made it fall,
For a long time, deep in my heart,
This precious word I’ve hidden away,
I love you,”
Your voice choked on the last note, tears running down your face as you unabashedly let them fall. Taehyung’s He ached to hold you. To wipe away your tears. Your relationship hadn’t been the best. You fought, argued about pointless things, neither one wanting to admit they were wrong. But when things were going right, it was amazing. Pillow fights, tickle wars, cooking that always ended in disaster and takeout. You were someone he looked forward to talk to every night, be it over the phone or through a computer screen. Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat, willing away any form of tears that might betray his stoic face.
“My meaningless days with the truth of you not being there,
The tower of the future built with anticipation collapses in a single moment, oh,
The big embrace that would hug even despair will only be hollow,
Your lie that didn’t know gaze and touch,
It’s over, all of it,”
Your words screamed into the mic of your solo stage rang through Jimin’s chest louder than he thought any song ever could. Your words filled with the distrust you felt then made his skin crawl, sick with disgust for his own actions. He had never meant for any of it to happen, for it to get so out of hand. And when you walked in, right in the middle of everything, Jimin felt your trust crumble instantly.
Jimin could feel your eyes on him, even if it was only his imagination at play. He itched to hide behind his hair, anything to get you out of his line of sight. He watched as tears clung to your lashes, and could almost feel the pounding of your heart.
Jimin kept a careful stoic face, but not having the courage to watch you perform, instead aiming his gaze at the stage floor where the lights shone brightly on you. You finished your performance with cheers and whistles from the crowd, and the look of triumph aimed in Jimin’s direction had him sinking further into his seat, wishing it would just swallow him whole.
Jungguk prayed that if there were any cameras filming this joint radio interview, that he would be as inconspicuous as possible. It was by sheer bad luck that BTS’s sister group, your group, had been invited along to the interview with their new studio album being released. He should have known when one of their managers pulled him aside before the interview started and warned him you would be here, that he would not enjoy this experience.
Jungguk tried to steady his thrumming heart, his eyes unconsciously drifting to you when he wasn’t paying attention.
“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” the radio host began. Jungguk found himself watching you again, hoping his face remained as neutral as possible. “Is there any particular song you like best on the new album?”
You hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, there is one song I’m really fond of. It’s one I wrote myself; a ballad.” A tight smile appeared on your delicate face, preparing yourself for the question that would come next.
“Would you mind singing a verse of it for us?”
You could feel Jungguk’s gaze lingering on you and looked to your leader beside you for courage. She gave a comforting smile as you exhaled deeply and closed your eyes.
“But still, when I think of your name,
Tears well up and when I close my eyes,
And even though everything has changed,
You’re always at the same place, looking the same,
Making me cry.”
You quickly wiped away the tears that stung your eyes and smiled sheepishly at the host. “That was beautiful,” she commented with a sad smile. “Is it about anyone in particular?”
You froze at the unexpected question and made the mistake of glancing at Jungguk. His eyes widened, and you could see how uncomfortable he had become, mouth slightly agape, shifting in his seat every couple of minutes. He gulped, and you quickly averted your gaze. You smiled shyly and waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to not look too apprehensive with your blatent lie. “Not, really. I-I just have a soft spot for ballads.”
“I’m so excited to meet them.” You admit as your sister Grace checks her reflection in the mirror. She looks amazing in her dark purple dress. She smiled at you in the reflection. You were so excited for your sister, having found the love of her life. You hadn’t seen her so happy since before your father died. You hadn’t actually seen her much at all since it happened, her working all the time and you in school, so you were just happy to be with her again. “Based on what you’ve said they sound like fun.”
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up if I were you; they can be a rather rambunctious group.” She said, making sure everything was ready for the wedding. You walked over to her, fixing her veil.
“Afraid I won’t like them?” You teased, staring to fuss with your own periwinkle dress.
“No, I’m afraid you’ll like them a little too much.” You both laughed at her comment, although you knew she was probably right. “Y/N, I’m not kidding. Be careful. Please.” You sister begged you.
Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.
“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.
“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.
“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”
“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”
“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”
“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”
She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.
Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.
“Okay,” she finally shrugged.
“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”
“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”
“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“
You turn your head to the side and face Legolas, smiling at his question. “Are you, old friend?”
One side of his mouth twitches up in a smile, and he spurs his horse out of line to follow closely behind Aragorn. You grip your reins tighter and follow the elf, your smile running away from your face. The stress of the past two days is starting to wear you down. To wear all of you down.
“(y/n).” Aragorn’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Ride with me.”
Pressing your leg a little firmer into your horse’s side, you trot and pass Legolas to ride next to Aragorn. On Aragorn’s other side is King Theoden, who stares grimly ahead, probably worrying about the women and children in the tunnels. Or Gimli and the soldiers he sent up to the tower to blow the horn.
You’re leg occasionally brushes Aragorn’s because the two of you are riding so close together. The path ahead is narrow, and you stare straight ahead, contemplating the battle ahead of you and the possible fate of Helms deep and all of its people. You’ve never been so wary to ride into battle, yet so eager to protect and serve.
Aragorn reaches over and takes your arm. “We’re in this together until the end, (y/n).”
You nod, but keep looking ahead. “I know.” His hand falls away and after a couple of moments, you turn to face him with a playful smirk. “You would not abandon me now, would you brother?”
The corner of his mouth twitches up, and you see Legolas smile fully behind the both of you. “Of course not,” Aragorn replies.
The rest of the ride is silent, and when you reach the gate, the only sound is the thousands of orcs moving and screaming on the other side. A wave of nerves washes over you, and you draw your sword from the sheath attached to your saddle. Noticing your hand shaking, you squeeze the blade’s hilt harder to still yourself.
Two brave, older men walk forward silently and begin to take down the barricade.
Your instincts are screaming at you to turn around: An instinct you’ve ignored your whole life. Gripping your sword even tighter, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. You’ve ridden into battle dozens of times, so why are you so on edge for this one? You don’t know.
But with Legolas’s confident and calming presence behind you and your brother by your side, that sinking feeling goes away and is replaced by adrenaline. Suddenly, the gates are open, and sunlight streams in as you ride to end the Battle of Helms Deep.
“For Women Who Are Difficult To Love” by Warsan Shire
You are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.
Don’t worry anon, I’m a Caps fan too! (Among many others but
Caps are the hometown team) And so here we go! One third of the brobeans! Plus
I’m on a hockey players with children kick so you get a two-for-one! Enjoy
Anon Request: Hi!!! I’ve literally been spending the past
few days reading your imagines and I LOVE them!!! Personally, i’m a caps fan
and if you’re not backed up on requests, do you think you could do one where
y/n is at a caps game and Tom Wilson has eyes on her the whole game and they
somehow meet after the game or something? Change it any way you’d like!!!
you daughter asked as she sat next to you, coloring.
Author’s Note: Here is Part 2, hope it’s as good as the first one. Thanks for the love, leave a comment if you want :) Oh and I’ll soon find out how to link Parts together and do a masterlist. If you have tips for me, please tell me, I would appreciate the help :) Now enjoy :)
to calm down, but it took you time. Whatever he threw at you in the past didn’t
make you flinch once. You never let anything get under your skin, but this was
too personal, too insulting. Yes he didn’t know about your parents, but it
isn’t gentleman like to insult someone’s parents anyway.
your eyes and cleaned your face. You would walk up to him right now and make
him regret he ever said, no thought, these words in his life.
out of your trailer, fuming with anger now. You walked on the set, where
everybody gathered their things, filming was done for today and you were glad
You saw him
standing on set, drinking his water as if nothing happened. You stormed up to
him and he saw you out of the corner of his eye. If looks could kill he
would’ve died 10 deaths already. He took a step back, fearing the next moment.
“Who do you
even think you are, you little, egoistic asshole? You have no right to talk
about my parents and what they taught me! Since we met, you treated me like a
piece of shit! And then you want to talk about my manners? You fucking prick,
don’t have manners yourself! You always act like the perfect gentleman, but if
anyone knew about your real self, this guy on his high horse, that treats
everybody like shit and can’t even be professional for one second, they would
hate you as much as I am. You little prat, better not make a comment about my
parents again, or I swear I will do more to you, than just yell at you. My life
is none of your business, same as my manners and behavior and especially my
parents.” You yelled and realized you backed him into a corner with wide eyes
and raised hands.
his mouth, but closed it again as you squinted your eyes at him and he just
nodded. You turned around and stormed off, not bothering the looks that
everybody gave you. You changed your clothes and went home. You were still
angry at him but you slowly calmed down.
day he wasn’t on set. You were surprised until you were told he called in sick.
You didn’t believe it for a second, he was completely fine yesterday. But it
was great for you, because you could only do one scene without him.
you had half a day off and took the chance to relax and have some fun, doing
whatever you liked. It was great to take your mind off everything.
day you were relaxed and thought that nothing could destroy your good mood. But
you were wrong. Arriving on set you immediately were met with the last person
you wanted to see. Tom was standing in front of your trailer, apparently
waiting on you.
looked up and saw you approaching, he looked unsure of what he wanted to do and
if he really wanted to do this. You approached him and already had your bitch
face on, preparing yourself for whatever was going to happen next.
said in a quiet voice and a little bit shy.
said a bit cold.
talk?” he asked.
inside. Just the two of us without people watching us.” He explained.
not” you sighed and opened the door to your trailer and let the two of you in.
took a look around your trailer, you threw down your bag somewhere and crossed
your arms in front of your chest.
“So I guess
you are feeling better?” you said with a fake smile on your lips.
yeah, not really. Listen I think we need to talk about the way we treat each
other. And especially how I treated you since filming started.” He answered,
avoiding eye contact with you. This surprised you and you raised your eyebrows.
You said a little hesitant.
right with everything you said, well yelled at me. I’m not in a position, that
I should judge your manners or insult your parents like that. I am very sorry
about what I said to you. This wasn’t me in the last few weeks, it’s been
troublesome times for me lately. And I just couldn’t stand any more attitude
and all of this and basically nobody and me the most.” He said
doesn’t give you the right to treat me and everybody else, besides Chris, like
shit. In this business, you have to stay professional then and not act like a
prick. You should know that by now.” You said, trying to swallow the tears when
he mentioned your parents.
should but I forgot myself, which led me to being a whole different person.
Like you always say to me, I forgot the image of the ‘British gentleman’.” He
chuckled the last part.
knew he was telling the truth, but you still didn’t trust him. What was this
all about? What were his plans? You couldn’t figure it out. So you kept quiet
for once and gave him a look to keep on talking.
and rubbed his neck.
this is all out of context and probably confusing, but I would like to
apologize for my behavior and what it caused you. I knew I was wrong yesterday,
when I saw you running off crying and I saw even clearer, when you came back
and knocked some sense into me. I was really worried there that you would beat
me up. I know you could’ve and appreciate that you didn’t.” he continued and
you nodded your head in agreement.
“I just… I’m
sorry about all of this and would like to take you out for a coffee sometime.” He
widened, until yesterday you two hated each other and now he wants to take you
on a date?
date?” you said, the shock more evident in your voice then you intended. His
eyes widened, too and he shook his head.
Just coffee. Don’t worry. I just want to make everything up to you.” He says.
not knowing if this was a good idea. You still didn’t like him and still weren’t
about him insulting you and your parents. But then again, everybody deserved a
second chance and he was honest with you now and friendly.
yeah. How about after work. But let’s not go somewhere and just have a coffee
here and maybe order some food?” you said.
sounds good. Thank you and again I am very sorry for all the discomfort I
caused you.” He said and made his way to the door.
so I’ll see you in a bit on set.”
and waved and left. You sighed, too and slumped down on the couch, rubbing your
Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy… But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…
A/N: This is a bit of a filler chapter, but its got mountains of fluff, so im sure you’ll forgive me until i release the next (more eventful) chapter tomorrow! :)
You jump out of your skin as you get spun by hands that you
knew all too well, staring wide eyed at Hoseok for all of 2 seconds before you
instantly force yourself into his arms, not caring in that moment that he was a
Prince— the conscious thought having lessened as of late anyway— and simply needing
to feel something physical… needing to know you were safe.
‘Y/N, whats wrong? Why are you out of bed? The ahjumma came
and woke me because she heard you shouting in your sleep and she couldn’t wake
‘I had a nightmare.’ You murmur into his neck, not realizing
you’d started crying until you feel the moisture decorating his skin where you
have your face pressed to his neck, the feeling of which has him pulling you
back to your room, making sure the door is closed before sitting on your bed
and kneeling before you.
Request from @mug-puffin for: Podrick Payne X Reader. Maybe a little smutty, maybe a little awkward ;) just an idea!!
Podrick Payne X Reader
**His lil dopey grin gets me every time, y’all**
A/N: So this one was lots of fun to write, I absolutely loved Pod as a character and I think Daniel Portman’s portrayal of him is perfect! Side note, if you’re familiar with Game of Thrones, you’ll remember that Podrick is apparently so good in bed that three professional prostitutes refused to pay him after they had sex because of how much they enjoyed it. Hahaha. Enjoy :) With love, Kat
Warnings: smut, language
Walking through the village of Pinkmaiden that you grew up in, you weren’t very focused on where you were going because you knew every street and alley as well as every face. Your father was the Lord, Lord Piper to be exact, so everyone knew you quite well. You greeted people as you passed to leave the gates. You left almost every single day just to get away from the crowded streets and traders. Thankfully you lived in the Riverlands, so outside the gates of the village keep were meadows and rivers and beautiful landscapes for you to look at and enjoy yourself in peace. You were carrying a knapsack filled with some bread and cheese and a container full of wine to eat some lunch under your favorite tree in the meadow up the river from your village. Your mother never approved of your daily habit, always claiming that your dresses got dirty and it wasn’t ladylike, but you didn’t really care. She was away visiting her sister in Fairmarket anyway, she wouldn’t be back any time soon so she couldn’t yell at you for dirtying your gown today.
You walked and walked until you could barely even see Pinkmaiden castle anymore to sit under the largest tree you’d ever seen, the same tree you always visited. You were admittedly daydreaming a little bit while walking by the river, causing you to trip over something. You let out shriek as you tripped over what you could swear looked like a horse’s saddle, tossing your food and wine just in time for it to land on the bank before you fell directly into the river. Sitting upright, you huffed and wiped the water from your face, shaking your hands in a failed attempt to rid them of water. Once the water clouding your vision subsided, you saw a hand reaching out at you and nearly screamed again. You had never before come across people in this meadow. Seeing the startled look on your face, the boy raised both hands in defense and backed up a step.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Podrick. You can call me Pod. I just wanted to help you up, I’m sorry” he blurted out, looking awfully timid. From behind him, you saw an extremely tall woman, decked out in armor, walking towards him with a scowl on her face.
“Pod, what did I say about laying the saddles about in random places? This poor girl could’ve drowned!” she said, gesturing towards you.
“I’m okay” you said, pushing yourself up to your feet and stepping out of the river. Once you were finally on the bank you rang out your dress to try and rid it of excess water that would just weigh you down. You squeezed your hair as well to stop it from dripping water down your face. Little did you know, the boy was watching water droplets cascade down your face, past your jaw, down your neck, past your collarbones and disappear beneath the fabric. He was wondering what it would look like underneath your dress as it glided over the slope of your breast and followed every curve and line of your body. You watched in amusement as he shook his head quickly, looking as if he snapped himself out of some sort of daydream.
“What is your name, dear? I’m Brienne, and you’ve already met Podrick” she smiled, looking much softer than her initial demeanor revealed.
“Y/N Piper. I live in Pinkmaiden” you said, gesturing in the general direction of the castle you lived in.
“Lady Piper, it’s nice to make your acquaintance” she said, bowing slightly to show her recognition of your heraldry. You smiled at the boy who was staring at you with a slightly dopey grin on his face, as he was smacked on the back of the head by the woman, indicating for him to bow as well.
“So you are the famous Brienne of Tarth” you smiled, knowing the tales of the incredible and strong woman in front of you, “I’ve heard much about you. My father will be happy to hear that you’ve arrived. Shall I lead you back to the castle?”
“Yes” Pod answered all too quickly, causing you to giggle.
“That would be great, Lady Y/N. Do you mind hopping on the back of Pod’s horse? We’re both going to ride to the castle and it’s a far way, so I’d rather you not simply walk” she smiled. You watched the boy’s face light up at the mere mention of you being so close to him.
“Are you sure you’re okay with that, Pod? I’m soaked” you laughed, gesturing your hands towards your thoroughly wet dress and watching his face light up yet again at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.
“It’s no problem, milady” he smiled and bowed his head slightly.
Pod got the saddles together and began saddling up the horses while you and Brienne talked a little bit more about Pinkmaiden and your father. You found out her and Pod were simply here for a rest stop, making their way across the Riverlands for something you dare not ask about as Brienne seemed hesitant to mention their exact mission.
“Horses are ready” the squire yelled proudly as you and Brienne gathered any extra items and putting them in the saddle bags. Pod offered to help you onto his horse, but you declined, allowing him to get on first. Then you took the hand he extended to you, stuck your foot in the stirrup and swung a leg over the horse so you were seated directly behind him.
“Not your first time riding a horse I see” he laughed, positioning the reigns in his hands.
“I love horses, I ride quite often” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. You could see a blush rising on his cheeks and he cleared his throat and adjusted his sitting position slightly.
“The river will lead you to the road that goes to the gates of Pinkmaiden” you said, turning your head so you were talking in Brienne’s direction.
You were pressed flush to Podrick as the horses galloped towards your village. He was quite tense at first, but shortly relaxed into your touch, allowing his shoulders and hips to relax a little, making the horse ride much smoother and easier. Your breath was warm on his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine. You could just see the edge of a smile and a blush from your spot behind him and giggled to yourself at how adorable and slightly awkward the boy that you were holding onto was. His big brown eyes and his vaguely messy dark hair made him attractive in so many ways. He looked innocent like a puppy dog, but the weathered look of his armor and features told you he had seen a lot in his travels with Brienne. There was something magnetic about Pod, in an almost indescribable way. Something inside you was calling out, telling you that this boy was someone to have by your side if things ever went south.
The slowing of the horses woke you from your daydream. As you approached the large, iron gates that separated the outside world from the village you called home, you set your eyes on the gatekeeper.
“Yoren!” you yelled, waving from the back of Pod’s horse, “This is Brienne of Tarth and her squire Podrick Payne. They’re here to rest for a few days and meet with my father” you smiled as the gentle man you’ve come to hold dear to your heart. He allowed you to come and go as you pleased, something that gatekeepers would not often do for young Ladies who lives are valued highly. You smiled at him, tossing him the food and wine you originally packed for your lunch, winking in a ‘don’t tell my father I gave you that’ gesture. Normally Yoren had to stay in his spot all day, never sitting down and rarely getting a break to eat before his shift was over. He was an extremely hard working man and his wife died in childbirth so he raised their three children on his own, you had immense amounts of respect for the man. He smiled up at you, immediately digging into the bread and yelling thank you in your direction as he pulled the gate shut.
The meeting with your father came and went with ease. It was mostly just him telling Brienne and Podrick where they would be sleeping and that they could stay as long as they needed to. It turns out, Podrick was going to be staying in the room right next to yours, and Brienne was going to be down the hall. You left the meeting early to go get changed out of your dirty clothes and apparently Podrick didn’t hear your father’s instructions correctly and he waltzed right into your room at the precise moment that you were fully undressed.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, frozen where he stood with the door wide open.
“Shut the door!” you yelled, attempting to cover your chest and crossing your legs to hide your center. Pod listened to you and shut the door, but he shut it behind him and his back was pressed up against it.
“Well, I meant with you on the other side of it, but I guess that will do. Shield your eyes so I can at least put an underdress on” you chuckled, watching Pod quickly bring his hand up to his eyes to cover them. When you turned around and bent over to grab your underdress out of the drawer, he peeked through his fingers at your naked form. His breath hitched in his throat and he felt his dick twitch in his pants. You were gorgeous. His eyes traveled over your every curve, wishing it could be his hands trailing over your body instead of his stare. You turned around to be met with Podrick blushing heavily and staring at the floor.
“Are you alright?” you asked, walking towards him.
“Yes, milady. Just blown away by your beauty.” He smiled at you, looking up with a slight smirk on his face, his eyes hooded with lust.
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” you giggled.
“Is it working?” he asked, stepping towards you and pulling you towards him by putting an arm around your waist.
“Yes” you blushed, biting your lip.
“Then yes, I am” he smiled devilishly.
His lips met yours in an instant and you responded immediately by moving your lips sweetly against his and wrapping your arms around his neck. He put his hands behind your thighs, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into the kiss and kiss him back with even more passion. He laid you down onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours and slid a hand up your thigh under your dress. He climbed over top of you and settled between your legs, letting his fingers ghost over your already wet folds. He moved his attention to your neck, sucking and kissing all over, focusing more on the spots that made you moan out in pleasure. While he was marking up your neck, he began pulling up your dress until you sat up and pulled it over your head, tossing it to the floor before you laid back down. You gasped when he slipped two fingers into you. He curled them precisely, hitting your sweet spot with every stroke of his fingers.
“Pod that feels so good” you breathed out, letting your head fall back onto the pillow.
“You think this feels good?” he said, teasing, letting his fingers pump into you a few more times before pulling them out, making you whimper at the loss of contact, “Sweetheart I’m gonna make you feel so good you’re never going to want another man ever again” he whispered in your ear before biting you on the neck and then kissing down your torso until his head was between your legs. He kissed your clit before his tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your folds. He had a hand pressed down on your hips to keep you from bucking your hips up and the other hand was teasing your clit while he worked his tongue on you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands, overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure he was giving you with his mouth and hands. You were moaning incessantly and you could feel yourself clenching around the two fingers that were now inserted back into you. He was running his tongue in circles around your bundle of nerves as his fingers returned to the curling motion they were doing before. When he felt you clench around his fingers, he removed them and thrust his tongue into you over and over again, pushing circles on your clit with his thumb. That did it, you were cumming all over his tongue, screaming his name out.
You looked down at him and he was licking up your juices, enjoying every second of what he was doing to you.
“Mmm. You taste so good babygirl” he moaned, sucking on your clit once more before moving his way back up to your face.
“Pod, fuck me. Please.” you moaned, squirming underneath him.
“I can’t resist that request” he smirked, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue. He was already hard and ready, getting turned on from the sight and sound of you finishing on his tongue. He positioned himself at your entrance, and when he slid into you, his size took you by surprise. You both moaned at the feeling of him being buried inside of you and he let you adjust to his size before he began thrusting.
“Pod move please” you begged, digging your nails into his back. He did as you requested and slowly began pumping himself into you. His pace quickened and he put a hand on your breast, kneading it gently and teasing your nipples with just the right amount of pressure to send you flying towards a second orgasm.
“Gods, you’re so tight Y/N” he practically growled, quickening his pace even more. The two of you were a mess of moans and heavy breathing, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room.
“I’m so close” you nearly yelled, raking your nails down his back as he grunted in agreement. He was still thrusting into you, hard, when his hand moved down to make tiny circles on your clit, sending you into your orgasm.
“Fuck yes, Pod!” you screamed out, digging your nails into his shoulder and clenching your walls hard around his length. The feeling of you doing so sent him into his own release, spilling into you with deep, erratic thrusts. Out of breath, he toppled over next to you, throwing an arm up over his head.
“You’re not as innocent as you look” you chuckled, breathing heavy from the incredible sex you just had.
“Not even close, darling” he said, wrapping an arm around you and letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You were right about one thing though, Pod.”
“I never want another man after how good you made me feel.”
“Good, cause you’re mine now” he laughed, kissing the top of your head and cuddling closer to you as you pulled the blanket up over your intertwined naked bodies.
are you still doing the nsfw writing prompts? if yes could you please do 13, 12 and 6 with Ivar please? thank you :)
The first one I decided to go modern with, just because of the terminology. Hope that’s alright!
13. “Don’t let the fact that I’m a bottom stop you from calling me daddy.”
Ivar’s grin widened as your disbelieving gaze settled on his face. You hovered over him, paused. You had been slowly dragging yourself up his body, tasting and teasing and licking wherever you pleased. It was one of Ivar’s favorite things, to watch you worshiping his body, telling him how much you loved what was laid out beneath you. You could spend hours admiring him, from the bottoms of his feet, the thin, undermuscled legs, the ripe swell of his ass and cut of his hips, up to his broad chest and muscular arms. Last stop was always his breathtaking face; you would slide your core along his straining erection, teasing him, as you kissed slowly along his sharp jawline.
He jerked his chin down toward his hips where you’d left off, and with a chuckle you found your place. You sucked a mark into the ridge of his hip, watching it bloom into a deep purple-red bruise. You loved this color on his pale, perfect skin. “Look at that mark, daddy. Maybe I’ll make another one on that big, strong arm of yours, where everyone else can see it and now you’re mine.” You pressed your lips gently against the bruise, looking up at him through your lashes. “Would you like that, daddy?” Ivar answered with a soft, keening mewl, and held his arm toward your lips.
12. “I know this is a bad time, but I think I love you.”
Ivar had to shout to be heard over the clashing of steel and the screams of the dying. You could only stare at him, open-mouthed in shock, as the line of Saxons closed around you. You and Ivar were cut off from the rest of the army and his horse had been killed, leaving him to crawl through the battlefield. You’d noticed and run to his aid as the Saxons started toward him.
He rolled those brilliant blue eyes, gesturing with his ax at the approaching fighters. “I don’t think it’s that hard to understand, Y/n. I love you, and I,” he grunted, swinging his ax savagely at the knee of the nearest enemy. The man fell, screaming, and Ivar’s ax buried itself between his eyes. Blood sprayed over Ivar’s face and he withdrew the ax, already looking for the next man. “ I just wanted you to know in case we join my father in Valhalla today,” Ivar shouted at you. You barely heard him, the ring of steel reverberating up your arm as you met your first attacker.
6.”I’m too tired, baby.”
You were already half-asleep by the time Ivar undressed and crawled into bed beside you. With a soft sigh, Ivar nestled his face against the back of your neck, curving his body to fit around yours. His arm tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer. “Fine, then.” He nipped grumpily at your ear. “But you’re making it up to me tomorrow morning, woman. I’m a king,” he muttered to himself, “but my own wife thinks she can rule me.” He harrumphed, nipping your ear again.
“Because I do rule you, Ivar, now let me sleep.” You swatted a hand lazily behind you, connecting with his arm.
“I’ll show you who rules who,” Ivar growled, rising to his elbows. You knocked his arm out from under him.
Taehyung x Reader Genre:
Fluff, smut Summary&A/N: You set out to share a place close to your heart with Taehyung. Together, you make it even more special. Dedicated to any other country
girls who sometimes feel a little left out in the fandom. Word
can be different for everyone. For some, it’s a physical place. For
others, it’s a person. You are one of the lucky ones who have both. That both fit so flawlessly together is a gift unlike any other.
the first time you’d brought Taehyung back to your childhood home, he
fit like he belonged here as much as you. He charmed your family
flawlessly just as they did him. Mutual politeness rapidly gave way
to the same teasing warmth you grew up with. It matched him
perfectly. Now they always ask when you’ll be bringing him back.