i named one of them 'robert'

Fun Fact:

Queen Elizabeth I, though known as the virgin queen, had many suitors and lovers. One of them being Francis, the Duke of Anjou. Of all her lovers, Queen Elizabeth was most fond of Francis and actually planned on marrying him at one point. Though, having second thoughts, she refused his proposal and shortly after ended their relationship. She may have refused their marriage, but when Francis left for France, she was actually quite upset. She wrote the poem “On Monsieur’s Departure” for him.

Queen Elizabeth often used unflattering slang names for her closest friends, such as “pygmy” for Robert Cecil, and “frog” for Francis.  Some believe this nickname was given to him because of the frog-shaped earring Francis had given her. 

Headcannon: Arthur, who was extremely impressed by his queen and looked up to her, sees the blooming romance between the couple. He notices the nickname she gives him and picks up on it. 

He starts calling France this, believing that the term is endearing. But France just ends up taking offense to it to England’s confusion. (The term also being rather derogatory at the time) Though Arthur may still use this phrase when frustrated with Francis, this nickname is nonetheless affectionate.

Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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woah boy it’s warm out

Turns out my computer doesn’t really want to not burn me alive when it’s summer, so today, a very hot day, my girlfriend @kaisukidoodles and I collaborated using hers, which I have no idea how to handle. :’) This resulted in a mishmash of colezra pairs (etc), drawn in varying levels of haste.
Art blog: questionartbox
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all I can imagine is a 6 year old maia going to the aquarium for the first time with her parents and brother and just being completely mesmerised by it all. like imagine her squishing her face up against the glass trying to get a closer look at the turtles. imagine her squealing about how cute the penguins are as she decides to name each and every one of them, making sure all the names begin with the letter p. imagine her getting slightly scared the first time she spots a shark only to find that minutes later her fear has faded and she’s now dragging her brother over to where she saw another one swim past. imagine her walking out with a stuffed penguin toy from the gift shop that she begged her parents for (she still has penny the penguin to this day). just imagine that one small trip to the aquarium being so mind-blowing to her that it sparked her interest in sea creatures to the point where years later, she’s studying to become a marine biologist

When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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becoming mr sugden

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three times aaron was accidentally called mr sugden, and one time he wasn’t.

i. (the first time)

The first time someone accidentally calls him Mr Sugden, it throws Aaron. Sure, he’d heard Robert call him Mr Sugden a hundred times, in so way different ways - in that low, sultry, come to bed voice of his, in soft whispers over breakfast in the morning, but it sounded so different coming from the voice of a nurse at Hotten General.

“Mr Sugden? Your husband is finished up with the doctor,” she said, offering him a kindly smile.

Aaron’s too worked up to correct her, too worried about Robert to even really register that his name wasn’t Sugden. “Is he alright?” he asked, following her down the busy hallway.

He’d gotten a phonecall from the hospital to tell him Robert had been involved in a car accident, and he didn’t remember much more after that. Aaron had just grabbed his car keys and gone, driving over the speed limit the entire way from Emmerdale to Hotten.

He hadn’t thought much of not hearing from Robert for a few hours, knowing his husband was prone to spending hours schmoozing new clients during their initial meeting - Aaron had figured Robert would text when he could, so to get a phonecall from Hotten General to say he was hurt, he hadn’t exactly been prepared.

“He’s fine, just a bit shaken up I think,” she said. “Just a few cuts and bruises.”

Aaron let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding as he’d sat, waiting to find how how Robert was. He was okay, he was fine - Robert was fine. He followed the nurse into the ward, Robert sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a gash on his forehead.

“Robert.” Aaron practically breathed his name, studying his face carefully, counting every new scratch and bruise. A cut across his nose, a bruise on the underside of his jaw, a lengthy gash on his forehead.

His self confidence would take a beating, until they healed.

“I’m okay.” Robert reassured, reaching out to squeeze Aaron’s hand, his grip tight. “A learner driver took the corner too fast, slammed into me. I’m fine, I swear - just a few cuts and bruises.”

“And a sprained wrist,” another nurse piped up, holding a clipboard close to her chest.

Aaron looked at Robert’s left hand, his wrist strapped up tightly in a support. “It’s nothing major, at least?” he said, an almost hopeful tone to his voice.

“Nothing serious.” Robert confirmed, still looking a little shaken. “I can’t say the same for my car though, the driver door is mangled.”

“As long as you’re okay,” Aaron murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Robert’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo, the lingering scent of his cologne.

He hated to ever feel as though he was going to lose Robert, lose this, lose them.

“Mr Sugden?”

“Yeah?” Aaron and Robert said in unison, the two of them looking at each other in shock as the nurse laughed. `

“The Mr Sugden who was in the car accident,” she teased, paperwork in hand. “Sign here, and you’re free to go.”

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The winner of Prompt Pick #3!

“We’re not lost.”

Jeremy slides a skeptical sideways glance toward Michael, lips pulling into a frown when he notes the white-knuckled grip Michael has on the steering wheel. Though, Jeremy gets why, what with the blizzard roaring outside that’s making visibility but a fleeting concept. Jeremy wants to press further; he wants to tell Michael that they are very much lost down a winding road in the middle of nowhere with a survival rate that continues to plummet every time Michael’s car tires skid on black ice, but Michael looks stressed to the max and pushing the issue forward would only heighten the situation.

Instead, Jeremy drops back against the seat and crosses his arms over his chest to ward off the odd chill that’s been wafting around him since he left his house this morning. He would peg it on the atrocious weather outside, but the dull thump pounding against his temples tells him he’s most likely coming down with a cold, which is fine if they weren’t miles from civilization in a blizzard. But again, telling Michael won’t solve anything, so he clenches his jaw tightly to keep his teeth from chattering and drifts his gaze out to the passenger window.

He must drift off because an indeterminable amount of time later, he’s being gently shaken awake by a steady hand and a soft voice.

“Jeremy? Jeremy?”

A light yawn slips past Jeremy’s pressed lips as he turns his neck to face Michael. He notes with a slight frown that the car is pulled off somewhere, and he takes a moment to glance around with a question hot on his lips. “Where are we?”

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A little edit and gift for my friend Alex that requested It ❤ I really like this edit and I love so much these two adorable guys *^* hope you like It too ~

(I chose the line “I’m not giving up yet” because I was thinking about the third place at the Grand Prix Final… NEVER FORGIVE NEVER FORGET.) Credits:

@ Aaron Taylor Johnson (photo icon)
@ Photo by Robert Frank, New York, 1947 (first pic)
@ Dylan Fosket, photo by Jakob Axelman (second pic)
@ Almaty, Kazakhstan (third pic)
@ Harley Davidson SuperLow (fifth pic)

As usual I found all of the pics on Pinterest and only one or two were credited. I tried to find all of the original owners but If you know their names please tell me so I can add them!

My Hero Pt. 2

A wounded soldier and an awkward nurse destined for each other, but in their unpredictable world anything can happen.

Author’s Note: I might do another part but I haven’t quite decided yet 🤷🏼‍♀️

      Here you remained sat at his side after hours just staring at his beautiful face. Not knowing what would happen. Not knowing when he would wake up. Not knowing IF he would wake up. You had just been introduced to this wonderful, bright world and in a matter of seconds it could all go away. You knew that once your soulmate had died all the color would slowly drain from your vision. As if losing the only person meant for you wasn’t enough, your eyesight would return to its original state just like your love had never even existed. You could still hear the other nurses running back and forth through the hallways as more men piled in. A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You jolted off the bed and flattened your dress. 

        “Uh…come in.” You rushed out pleased to see that it was only Eloise. “Oh, hello El did you uh need anything?” Trying to be discrete but failing honestly miserably. She gave you a questioning look and with that you knew there was probably no hiding it. Considering you were a terrible liar. Eloise was also probably the closest person to a “friend” you had here now after Betty left. She hadn’t even opened her mouth yet, but you had already battled in your mind on whether or not to tell her the truth right then and there. “El, would you consider us friends?” You asked a little hesitant. 

          “Of course!” She replied rather quickly. “But that’s not why I’m here.”                     “Yeah, yeah, I know but please I need to tell you something or else it’s going to eat me alive.” She signaled you to continue. “Oh, El the most amazing thing happened! The uh um how do I say this. That man, guy he’s my um soulmate! We locked eyes and oh Eloise it was amazing! El, his eyes are my favorite thing in the world now. They’re such a beautiful green. I wish you could see it. I swear I could fall into them and be content for the rest of my life just living there.” You rushed it all out as quick as possible moving your hands around like crazy to further your point. Eloise stood still for a second, processing what all you had just said. Then she gasped as she collected every word. Immediately you were engulfed in a tight hug. 

           “Oh my goodness (Y/N), that’s amazing! First Betty now you whats a girl gotta do to get noticed by a handsome stud!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up on faux exasperation. “Oh, I almost forgot what I came in here for… what was it again?” Eloise pondered for a minute and then was over come by an aha moment. “Right, um I feel kind of bad about this now but Dr. Roberts has dismissed from this and says you’re now needed in room 12. A flyboy was just rushed in and he might need his leg amputated. Apparently you’re just gal he needs to do it.” 

            “But why me… there’s like 15 other nurses here. One of them being you!” You exclaimed angry for being ripped away from this man who’s name you had still neglected to learn. Well, just wait a second (Y/N) Dr. Roberts probably has all the information you need to know about your mystery man. “You know what I’ll go El but just now it was not happily! Oh and if he wakes up please, please come get me right away. I don’t care if the guys leg is half way off I will run out so quick you’d think me a superhero!” Eloise nodded as you ran out of the room and down the hall to where you’d hope to assist in the quickest amputation this military base had ever seen. But before you opened the door you and halted. What if he woke up and you weren’t there? What if he opened his eyes for the first time to see color and you weren’t there? What if Eloise wasn’t quick enough to reach you? Worst of all what if he…died? What if the love of your life took his last breath and you weren’t there to see it? Hell what if you never even got to place your lips upon his plump rosy lips? 

          “Nurse (Y/N), get in here right now before this infection spreads any further!” And with that you reluctantly pushed through the door. The amputation lasted much longer than expected considering the infection did indeed spread further than the doctor had expected and the man continued to writher in agony. There was no hope, however, the man’s death was inevitable as Dr. Roberts had said. But you persisted because what if this was your soldier and another nurse had been assisting and she didn’t try with all her might to save his life? To think about the fact that this man was someone’s one true love, someone’s happiness that was just slowly dwindling from their life. Knowing that you had failed them was crushing you. The reason you had decided to come seemed so selfish now. Just for a name. But as you were pulled away from the patient and out the door by the doctor you decided it was now or never. 

          “Doctor, please if you won’t let me save this man then at least give me the name of the soldier from room 4, the one who saved the boy!” You shouted through the commotion of the medical bay. “This man cannot be saved (Y/L/N) and you need to give. it. up. You wasted too much time on a dying man and we’re not letting you waste anymore of our supplies for a dead man.” With that you gasped how could someone be so… heartless. You understood that not everyone could be saved, but would it kill him to at least try! You opened your mouth to speak but he held up a finger to silence you. 

         “You will return to your duties of watching Sergeant Harold E. Styles where you will remain for the rest of the week until you can learn your place in this hospital.” You released a huff, turned around, and walked back down the busy hall. Knowing that if you would continue to talk back to the stubborn doctor you’d surely be released from duty. Then it struck you. Harold Styles! You had a name! And he was a sergeant! You decided that this fact made him about ten times more attractive to you. Maybe he’d be awake when you’d returned and you could finally be able to hear his voice that you had no doubt would be as attractive as he was. You entered the room to discover Eloise was no where to be found. Strange the girl was usually so good with following instruction. Then through the silence of the nearly empty room you heard it. The noise you now considered to be your favorite thing in the world. His voice. His amazing husky voice. 

         “Ey, will you please tell me what the hell is going on.” He croaked out before he released a cough to clear his throat. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for but you still couldn’t help but melt as he accented every word. “Where am I?” 

         “I mean I’d say it’s pretty obvious you’re in the hospital. A medical building on a military base to be exact, but you should know that.” He hadn’t looked up at you yet and you decided to take your time at telling him the rather big surprise you had for me. Hell, for all you know he hadn’t even opened his eyes at all yet to see the all the color around him. 

       “Yeah, I get that love, but what country exactly?” You suddenly felt so stupid of course he wouldn’t need to know he’s in a hospital room. 

       “Oh, you’re in England still. The men with you thought it’d be best to bring you to this base because we have better equipment and have far more medical supplies than the others. And um I do have something else to tell you but I don’t quite no how.”

       “Well, it appears I have all the time in the word doll, I’m all hears.” 

       “When you first came in here, they called for me to assist Dr. Roberts while he was attending to you. Do you remember that by any chance?” He shook his head no so you took a seat on his cot and continued. Hoping you wouldn’t be too awkward with what you were meaning. “I didn’t think you would so um you looked at me then and I…well to put it mildly I guess my entire world stopped. I could see everything. Did you know what color your eyes were? Because they’re my favorite color now. You’re all I can think about! And you almost died right in front of me!” You felt him slowly lift up your chin and just like that your eyes met. Without another hesitation you pushed your lips onto his. Grasping onto his short, brown locks like if you were to let go he’d disappear, slip through your fingers. You then realized that maybe you I should’ve waited just a second longer. I mean the man probably barely got to process the word vomit you had just spewed at him when you attack his lips with yours. But then he responded slightly moving his lips before he slowly pushed you away. Resting your foreheads together you caught your breath while just staring into each other’s eyes. 

      “Y'know I think your eyes might just be my favorite color now too.” At that you leaned your head back to let out a joyful laugh. “Now that is definitely my favorite sound.” God, if there wasn’t a hole in his chest you would’ve just jumped his bones right there. He was so damn sweet you could get a cavity from listening to him all day long. 

       “You don’t know how happy I was to find you. Hell my mom is gonna be more excited than I am. She was pretty sure I was gonna live out my life as a lonely spinster since you decided to take so long to find me, Sergeant.” He chuckled at that and intertwined your fingers together. 

        “Well, I’m glad I found you, Nurse. And even though it hurts my entire body, I’m pretty happy to have been shot.” 

        You let out a sarcastic laugh at that. “If you ever get yourself shot again, I will personally kill you, myself. I’ve already saved your life once can’t do it another time, babe.” 

        “Oh, my hero.” He fawned and you laughed before joining your lips back together careful to not put pressure on his wound. Everything was happening so suddenly but you just knew that right now you were going to relish in every moment with him. His beautiful smile, his dorky laugh, and god his accent could melt you like butter. And right now this moment, where his hands were on your waist and yours in his hair, felt like heaven to you. It felt like dream that was too good to be true. An amazing dream that when you wake up from it your life would just pale in comparison to it and you’d wish for nothing more than to return to the peaceful state of magic. You were jolted from your thoughts when you felt his tongue swipe along your lip asking for entrance which you gladly gave him. You gasped and he took that as an invitation to pull you closer to him being careful to avoid giving himself any further pain. This man was so intoxicating to you. No matter how close you were to him you couldn’t ever get enough of this gorgeous man sat in front. You continued this for what felt like hours before you pulled apart and rested you foreheads together yet again. It had only been such a short time but as you both pulled apart and stared into each others eyes again. You knew exactly how you felt about him and it was a feeling you had never experience before. 

      “I love you, my hero.” You both said in sync which jolted you both into a fit of laughter. You could get used to this life. A life with color. A life with so much happiness. A life with Harry, the most brilliant man you had ever met.

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something fluffy where Robert gets Aaron a dog/puppy and Aaron gets a bit teary because he loves it so much

It’s Aaron’s counsellor who first suggests a dog. It’s coming up on the second anniversary of Gordon’s death, and Aaron’s panic attacks are at the worst Robert has ever seen them. He brings a bone tired Aaron to counselling on the Tuesday afternoon (not wanting him to drive, not after three nights in a row of no sleep) and when Aaron asks Robert in for the last five minutes (it happened sometimes, Aaron not wanting to have to explain something twice, or feeling like he needed Robert there for a few minutes as the session was wrapping up) when Miriam suggested it, pointed that there was certain breeds of dogs that were great for people with mental health issues.

Aaron had shrugged the suggestion off in the car, pointing out they were too busy to have a dog, they both had full time jobs, two businesses between them, Liv to keep an eye on.

A puppy wasn’t going to fit with their hectic lives, Aaron had said, half asleep against the car window, but Robert didn’t want to let the issue drop, not once he went online and he’d read article after article about how certain types of dogs were fantastic for people with mental health issues, that they could ease panic attacks and help with all sorts.

He’d gone to Paddy about it, three weeks after the counselling appointment. Paddy had raised an eyebrow when Robert had appeared in the doorway of the surgery, their relationship frosty at best, even now, so many months and years on from their first wedding.

Paddy had thawed (a bit) when Robert explained why he was there, explained that he wanted to get Aaron a dog. Paddy had even told him a few stories about Clyde, smiling as he remembered how attached Aaron had been to the dog.

They’d sat down for a full half an hour, going through every suggestion of a breed Robert had bookmarked on his phone until they’d decided on a golden retriever. They had a good temperament, apparently, and Paddy had given an instant nod of approval when he’d looked at the article Robert showed him.

He’d promised faithfully that he would find a dog for them, and Robert had gone back to their house and pulled Aaron in for a cuddle, holding him close as he struggled to sleep again, every inch of him exhausted as they sat in front of the telly, a holiday program playing quietly in the background.

The noise helped, sometimes, the familiarity of it all, when Aaron couldn’t sleep.

Robert had almost given up hope of Paddy actually finding them a dog, when his father-in-law had texted, saying one of his clients had a golden retriever who’d recently had puppies and was looking to sell.

Robert had fallen in love with the tiny yellow puppy the moment he’d seen it, the energetic little dog scrambling unsteadily on it’s feet, toothless mouth nipping at Robert’s ankles as he’d bent down to give it a rub.

“What do you think?” Paddy had asked, wringing his hands as he waited for Robert’s reaction.

Robert had simply grinned in reply, scooping the excited puppy up in his arms, the baby golden retriever wriggling in his arms, licking tiny little licks across Robert’s chin, and cheek. “I think he’s going to love her.”

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The Northmann in Winterfell- Part 2

Part 1


Lady Catelyn frantically put her kids in a straight line and tisked Arya for her rugged appearance. “Y/N, Dear, stand by Robb.” You obliged and stepped from behind him to his side. Everyone looked forward as the procession halted in front of the Starks. King Robert got down from his horse and everyone bowed.

Everyone stood as King Robert told them to rise. “Your Grace,” Lord Stark said as King Robert took the spot in front of him.

“You’ve got fat.” The two men bursted out in laughter and embraced each other.

“You must be Robb. You’re a pretty one,” he said to Sansa. Arya told him her name, Bran was giddy as he flexed for the King, and Rickon smiled shyly. “Ned, I don’t remember you having another daughter,” he said looking at you.

“That is Y/N Northmenn, Allard and Marlynna’s oldest daughter. She and Robb are betrothed.”

“Allard’s daughter! Tell me, how’s the old man doing,” he asked you?

“He is in good health, Your Grace.”

“Good. Good. Ned, take me to your crypts.” After the Queen’s protest and failure the Queen and her two youngest children left to their rooms. The crowd began to disperse to go back to their jobs and Robb turned to you. “Mother asked me to take Arya to her room and make sure she gets cleaned and dressed for the feast tonight. I’ll see you there,” he gave you a winning smile that still made you blush.

You stood alone and began walking towards your room when a sharp voice halted you. “You there.” You turned and saw Prince Joffrey walking towards you with his Hound following.

“My Prince,” you quickly curtsied, “is there something I can help you with?”

“What was your name? Lady Y/N, was it?”

“Yes, My Prince.”

“You’re very beautiful, do you know that,” he gave you a cheshire grin?

“Thank you, My Prince.”

“Call me Prince Joffrey,” his eyes looked over your whole body and you felt yourself extremely uncomfortable. “Would you care to show me to my room, Lady Y/N.”

You were about to make up an excuse when Jon appeared at your side. “Y/N, oh forgive me Your Grace. Y/N, Lady Stark says she urgently needs you in her chambers. Something about your wedding.”

“Forgive me, Prince Joffrey. I will see you at the feast.” You quickly left with Jon and went into the castle.

“You looked like you needed an out,” he said when you two reached a back hallway.

“Thank the Gods you saw me, Jon. He looked at me like a hungry dog looking at a hare.”

“I saw. That’s why I mentioned your wedding as casually as possible,” he joked. “I better get going to help prepare for the feast. I’ll see you around later.”

“Bye, Jon. And thank you.”

******

You sat talking with the women of Winterfell when a deep voice spoke from behind you. “Care for a dance?” You turned with a smile to Robb.

“Of course, My Lord,” you took his hand and let him lead you to the floor for a dance.

“Jon told me our Prince was making eyes towards you today.”

“Jealous,” you cocked an eyebrow. “Afraid I might leave you to become your Queen,” you chucked.

“You’re already a Queen to me,” his sincerness melted your heart. “And no, I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the guy.”

“Robb, bite your tongue.”

“Everyone’s thinking the same thing. Come, let’s sit.” You took a seat at the table and spoke with Robb’s friends. Suddenly a spoon full of food launched and hit Sansa, leading her to start he whining. While you, Robb, and the rest laughed, Catelyn but Robb a look and he stood up, lifting Arya from her seat and carrying her from the room, you following behind him.

“I was just trying to have fun at that boring party,” he pouted as he carried her over his shoulder.

“Picking on Sansa may be fun but no in front of the Queen. Mother will not be pleased,” Robb scolded his sister. “It’s getting late anyway. Best you get some sleep before the busy day tomorrow.” You two tucked Arya into bed and closed the door behind you.

Robb went to walk back to the party but you pulled on his arm. “Do we have to go back?”

“What else do you want to do,” he gave a cheeky grin.

“Not that you oaf. But I don’t feel like being scoped out by everyone.”

“Shall we watch the stars from our tower?”

******

You had been called into Ned’s office and when you walked in Robb and Catelyn were standing across from him father also. “You called for me, Lord Stark.”

“Take a seat, both of you,” he commanded you and Robb. “King Robert has asked me to go to King’s Landing with him and become his Hand. And I have no choice but to accept.”

“You’re leaving Winterfell?”

“Yes, Robb. Which means you are to stay here and take my place as Lord of Winterfell while I act as the King’s Hand. The North needs you, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell.”

“It also means that we are pushing up your union,” Catelyn added. “We’ve already sent a raven to your father to speak of it with him. We know you’d like him and your family to be present at your wedding. But, both of you can expect to be married just before the King and his Court leave here.”

“Now, both of you, leave and train those mutts of yours,” Ned tried to contain his smile.

“We are to be married in the next month,” Robb smiled outside of his father’s office.

“We are,” you kissed his cheek and turned away, walking down the hallway.

“Where are you going,” he shouted after you?

“I have less than a month to get my dress perfect,” you called. “There is no time to waist.”

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Love your Ned and Sansa parallels. Wish we saw more of their relationship. Can we hear your Cat/Arya parallels

Aww thank you! For me  Arya always admired her mother Catelyn. She thought she was a fondamental figure in Winterfell. And it shows here in this quote: 

“The Lannisters are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”

“The woman is important too!” Arya protested.

which for me foreshadows Arya being like Queen Nymeria. Marrying a lesser lord (gendry) and using her own Stark sigil to rule. (and her own army of wolves…) 

As for Catelyn, she loves Arya very much. And even though she cant understand her more wild side, she admires it. When she sees a strong woman, Arya is what comes in her mind. 

The Warrior was Renly and Stannis, Robb and Robert, Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow. She even glimpsed Arya in those lines, just for an instant.

Also arya has defently taken her more dangerous side, her desire from revenge from her mother. This list of names sounds very similiar to Arya own famous one.

I want them all dead, Brienne. Theon Greyjoy first, then Jaime Lannister and Cersei and the Imp, every one, every one. But my girls … my girls will …" 

(its also why i believe Arya will be the one to give Lady stone heart, the mercy of death. Which will be tragic for her, will make Arya stop persuing revenge and make her return home to fight the others..) 

I like how both want to look brave and strong but sometimes they just want to be held, to rest, to be vulnerable:

She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all … a day … an hour . . .

“I wish I was home,” she said miserably. She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.

As for my head canons: Catelyn is always proud of how northen Arya looks. How she has took after her husband Ned. And when the septa tells Catelyn about Arya not being a lady, Catelyn goes to Arya room and consoles her. Reminding her that she is beautiful in her own way. Arya loves how her mother manages the keep, and how people ask for her opinion. She wants to be respected like her when she grows up. 

anonymous asked:

okay, what are some of your favorite obscure ya books (as in, like no one has read them but youre trying to get everyone to read them bc you love them so much)?

LEMME SEE

and because im a total cheat, heres a couple of adult ones too (BECAUSE THEYRE AMAZING AND I GOTTA REC THEM)

also, you can find another list here but its not exclusively ya or anything (also sorry, it got pretty long woops)

OKAY BUT DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN the companion who stayed with the Doctor the longest was a piper’s son named Jamie McCrimmon from 18th century Scotland who couldn’t read or write and had no idea what a radio or a toaster or an elevator was, much less a time-and-space-ship? And who probably mentally catalogued Daleks and Cybermen as “metal beasties” and “the other metal beasties”, and made fun of the Doctor for never, ever landing the TARDIS even remotely where he intended, but still called him a clever wee chappie and would follow this rumpled-looking little Englishman to the ends of the earth without hesitation?

And then remember how the Time Lords ripped the Doctor’s companions away from him and wiped their memories, and Jamie woke up in the middle of the Battle of Culloden with a redcoat shooting at him, and the Doctor was exiled on Earth with a broken TARDIS so he could never find them again?

And then remember that one time on the Scottish moors when Ten used the name Doctor McCrimmon.

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JAMES ROBERT MCCRIMMON OKAY.

for @dannymillersthighs, who prompted a fic where aaron and robert were looking at silly facebook videos in bed! this got a bit soppy, but i hope you enjoy all the same.

white picket fences

Aaron settled back against his pillows, shifting so he was pressed close to Robert’s side as they lay in bed, unwinding after a long day. Robert had picked up the new book he’d bought in Hotten that afternoon as soon as his arse had hit the mattress, his shower soft hair messy and oh-so inviting as he focused on whatever sci-fi novel he’d been excitedly talking about all through tea.

It was endearing, how into reading Robert was. Aaron had never known about it during the affair, not really - a brief mention, or a book sitting on Robert’s desk at home farm the only indication of his favourite hobby.

Sometimes, he couldn’t quite believe just how domestic and settled the two of them were. There was always the nights that they’d fall into bed, unable to keep their hands off each other (god, he hoped they’d never lose that) but Aaron always enjoyed these quiet sort of evenings, when he’d be scrolling through Facebook on his phone, Robert engrossed in a book, the two of them doing nothing more than just enjoying each others company after a long day.

Aaron snorted as he noticed a video on his timeline, nudging Robert in the side to make him look. “That’s you,” he grinned, gesturing at the video, a dog jumping up and down on the screen.

Holding his place in the book, Robert angled Aaron’s phone so he could get a better look. “When he looks at his phone instead of you….” he rolled his eyes, laughing at the dog as it jumped in and out of view excitedly. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“You love it,” Aaron shrugged, continuing his scroll through Facebook, leaning a little more heavily on Robert now, the familiar scent of his shower gel practically assaulting Aaron’s senses.

He’d always bang on about how it was a waste of money, but Aaron loved how it smelled on his fiancé’s skin, the lemon scent clinging to his skin, his hair, his pyjamas. It was one of those little Robert things that always made him smile, the expensive branded bottle sitting next to Aaron’s cheap shower gel in the shower caddy.

Hitting play on another video, a screeching sound filled their otherwise quiet bedroom.

“What is that?” Robert scrunched up his nose, wincing at the noise.

Aaron grinned. “A baby otter,” he showed Robert the video, playing for the second time through now.

“You know, you make fun of Victoria for sharing all those cute animal videos, but you’re as bad,” Robert teased, shoving a bookmark into his book, setting it down on his bedside locker. He shoved at Aaron’s side, forcing him to sit up for a second so he could manoeuvre himself behind Aaron, an arm slung around his back.

Aaron settled back against Robert, the way his fiancé would cuddle him close like still a novelty, even after all this time. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Robert’s chest as they laid together, duvet tugged up around their waists. “Baby animals are always cute,” he defended, flicking past a few posts from his friends, Belle having had shared some video about a hairstyle to Liv’s timeline.

He loved that his little sister was a Dingle now, through and through, all of them having had taken Liv under their wing, Belle most of all. Liv needed that, she needed a family around her, needed more than just Aaron and Robert on her side.

“Wait, play that one,” Robert interrupted his train of though, pointing to a video Victoria had liked. “Are those stuffed cookies?”

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turn 4.02 thoughts

— I can’t believe one of the only genuine moments of friendship we’ve seen between women in this series is Anna and Martha Washington admiring a spork

— I forgot to mention this in my 4.01 post, but did anyone else notice Arnold mispronouncing Robert’s name as “Townsley”? It wasn’t as funny as Andre calling Hewlett “Edward,” but I like this little running characterization gag of showing how these snooty-boots underestimate the people around them.

— SIMCOE HAS A SEX LIFE AND I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE NOTION.

— Caleb sassing Arnold has made my night. Like, Turn has let me down many a time, but almost NEVER via Caleb Brewster, who is perfect and good.

— I’m so delighted to have more of Martha Washington, and to be able to see the couple in this domestic, vulnerable, relaxed state … but I’m also cracking up that they brought back their thing about Spanish fly.

— GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE OAK PANELING. THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS THAN YOUR #AESTHETIC, GEORGE.

— Well, way to go, Caleb. It’s not often that he’s the one in the Ring who really slips up, but I think that little laugh was an in-character slip — in keeping with Caleb’s bravado — and in a way I’m actually very relieved and gratified that Simcoe FINALLY knows whom he’s really after. It’s the final season, so they gotta get that final conflict going, and Simcoe knowing that Abe is Culper is part of that. It does mean that Hewlett’s own knowledge of Abe is less likely to come into play, as he no longer has exclusive possession of that info, but that’s a separate topic. 

— I love this random Setauket guy being like, “Abe Woodhull? Fuck yes I’ve been dying to punch that guy, let’s go”

— As I mentioned in a separate post, I’ve been told by a couple people that Simcoe’s backstory was actually originally included, in a very similar manner, in season 1. I’ll have to check my DVD for that to verify, but although not a historically accurate backstory, it’s an interesting one. I’m glad that we’ve been given it eventually, but honestly, I would rather have been given it in season 1 as was apparently originally planned. It has long been a point of discussion in the fandom that Simcoe’s motivations, and his reasons for being so zealous and brutal, have always been unclear. It would have done a great deal to help us understand his brutality if we’d known this from the beginning.

— Also, though, is it TERRIBLE that after the initial concern passed, all I could think was that now Caleb’s nice furry man chest is gonna have a big broad horizontal stripe where nothing grows

— THAT SCENE IN THE PREVIEW IS THE HEWLETT SCENE FUCK YESS!!!!!!!

The Dark Side of the Moon Door

When we last left Alayne Stone in the Vale, we left her on … an almost surprising and positive note. It’s Day 0 of the Tourney she’s put together for the Lord of the Vale; noting that Sweetrobin takes solace in stories of the Winged Knight, Artys Arryn, Sansa concocts her very first “scheme” as a ‘player’ (a term I use loosely); surround the Lord of the Eyrie with his own bodyguard of “Winged Knights” to give him a sense of security. And what better a way to choose these Winged Knights than to make it a spectacle- invite every young, single knight in the Vale to compete for the positions.

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[Jackson] Step Sex (Chapter 3) ft Kai

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A/N: I’m not sure if this is an actual series or not, I don’t really like the plot aymore, but I like this part. Enjoy, and leave some feedback!

Warnings: Smut

“Roxy!” My mom calls from downstairs. I join her in the kitchen. She’s on the phone, dressed in her brand new black dress. Is she seeing Rob? She’s spending so much money for this man. She covers the mouthpiece of the phone when she sees me.

“Are you going out tonight?” She asks me. I would love to say I’m seeing Kai, but he’s still mad at me.

“No.”

“Good. Jackson needs a haircut.” She says. What? No! She wants me to cut his hair? I don’t want to see him again!

“He can go see a professional alone.” I retort.

“Roxy says yes.” She says into the phone.

“No she doesn’t!” I deliberately say loudly.

“Alright, see you.” My mom replies to who I think is Rob. She hangs up, sealing my destiny.

“Mom!” I scold her. She puts her hands on her hips.

“Roxy please. Robert still has to find a private hairdresser for Jackson.” She says. Oh, poor him! I know it’s hard to stay alive without a private hairdresser.

“Why can’t he go to a salon downtown ?!” I whine.

“Please, be kind. I know Jackson’s a bit…different.” She murmurs. «But try to get to know him a little bit.“ She says. 

Get to know him? I almost slept with him!

 She puts her hands on my shoulders, and I smell a nice fragrance. Did she buy a new perfume too?

“Where are you going?” I ask her.

“Dinner with Robert. You’ll spend the evening with Jackson.” She says. Gah, no!

“Mom, I don’t want to.” I whine. Se rolls her eyes and sighs.

“I’ll buy you a bottle.” She says. A bottle? She’s saying my name.

“Of?” I cross my arms over my chest, intrigued.

“Anything you want.” She says. Alcohol carte blanche?

“Deal.” I say before turning on my heels. I think I’m alcoholic.

-

Robert and Jackson arrive an hour later, and I’m the one in charge of welcoming them.

“Good evening.” I say casually to Rob as him and his son stand in the doorway.

“Good evening. Nice to see you again.” He replies politely.

“Me too." 

"Hi.” Jackson greets me.

“Hi.”

“Robert.”

We all turn around to look at my mom coming down the stairs, looking cute or whatever. I let them in and close the door behind them.

“Michelle, you look lovely.” Rob says, kissing my mom’s cheek. I can see her blushing. If I had a bucket next to me I’d be throwing up.

“Good evening, Jackson.” She says.

“Michelle, you look beautiful.” Jackson responds. I scoff, but none of them hear me.

“Thank you.”


“So, you’re cutting Jackson’s hair tonight?” Rob enquires, turning around. I lean against the door.

“Yes.”

“Thank you for accepting.”

“You’re welcome.” I reply, forcing a smile. Rob turns back to my mom.

“Are we ready to go?” He asks her.

“I think so.” She says, picking up her purse. Taking the cue, I open the door again. Rob gives her his elbow, and she takes it happily.

“We’ll leave you alone, youngsters.” Rob says as they head out past me.

“Have fun.” I give the couple a tight, tight smile, and at the second I close the door, I know I never should have pushed her back into Robert’s arms. When I turn around, Jackson is giving me his back, his hands in his pocket, and his eyes to the ceiling.

“Can I look around?” He briefly turns to me. Well, if it means you’ll go away for a moment.

“If you want. I’m gonna prepare the bathroom.” I reply as he adventures himself in the kitchen. I stomp up the stairs. I bring a chair to the bathroom, prepare the shampoo, a towel, scissors, and a bottle of wine.

“I’m ready!” I call down the hallway.


“One second!” He calls back, from downstairs. I wait in the bathroom and hear his footsteps as he climbs the stairs. But he doesn’t come my way, he turns to the left, and his steps fade away. When I pop my head out, he’s walking over to me, his shirt gone.

Fuck!

He is as muscular as I felt he should be, maybe a little more. His muscles roll with each steps he takes, it’s mesmerizing.


“Why did you take your shirt off?” I scold when he’s in front of me. His proximity is dangerous.


“I don’t want it to get wet.” He explains.

“I’ll be careful. Put it on.” I almost beg.

“No.” He says.

“Please.”

He grins.

“It’s funny to see you like this.” He says.

“Like what?”

“Flustered.” He replies. Yes, I’m flustered. Why? I’m never flustered, it’s not me. Get a grip of yourself, Roxy!

“Sit.” I command, and he obeys. Tilting his head back, I dampen his hair with my hand.

“I think we left something hanging last time.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah, shit. We’ll actually have to have this discussion.

“Yeah, about that.” I murmur, shutting the faucet.

“You have a boyfriend.” He says before me. When I look at him, I notice his eyes are peacefully closed.

“How do you know?” I ask, grabbing the shampoo. He shrugs. He said that out of the blue? I squeeze some shampoo in my hand.

“Anyway, we can’t…finish what we started.” I murmur. Jackson opens his eyes as I make a move to touch his hair, and I freeze. His eyes lighted with a mix of surprise and… shock?

“I want to finish what we started.” Jackson frowns.

“Sorry.” I shrug apologetically.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” He asks me. Do I want to? I don’t need to answer that question, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.

“I don’t want to. Head back.” I reply. He sighs but obeys, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. I start to wash his hair. As I do, I feel his hands on my hips, and suddenly he pulls me down in his lap.

“What are you doing?” I ask in surprise. He doesn’t open his eyes.

“You’re going to break your back like this.” He says. What?

“I’m good.” I mutter. My hands full of foam, I use my elbows to push myself off him. He pins me down, and I sigh in defeat. He’s not going to let me go. I resume washing his hair.

“Why?” He asks me.

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you let me fuck you?”

I stop massaging his scalp and gaze down at him, shocked and outraged. He opens his eyes to look at me.

“That’s not a way to speak to a girl.” I scold him.

“You didn’t say that last Friday.” He retorts. 

‘I want to fuck you, Roxanne. Hard. Will you let me?’ His words were so exciting in his mouth back then. I resume washing his hair so he can’t see me blush.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I reply.

“You’re afraid he’ll find out?” He asks. I don’t answer. 

It’s way more complicated than that. Even if he didn’t find out, just the fact of having wanted Jackson makes me feel bad. Jackson grabs my wrists, making me look down at him. His gaze is intense.

“If we do it right here, right now, there will be no way he finds out, you’re conscious of that?” He asks slowly. I swallow, truck by his intense staring.

“Yes.” I reply. Jackson tilts his head to the side.

“Good. But you still don’t want to? If that’s not that, then…” He trails off, thinking.

“You’re afraid I’ll fall in love with you?” His mouth quirks, and he raises an arrogant eyebrow at me.

“Is the idea that ridiculous?” I scowl at him. He laughs loudly.

“Oh please, you cheated on your boyfriend with me, a complete stranger. You think I’d want that?” He says, bemused. My face heats. I’m an unfaithful bitch. What the hell got into me?

“Plus, I don’t fall in love.” He says, wearing a big arrogant smile. That arrogant asshole, he’s what got into me. It’s all his fault.

“Good for you.” I mutter grabbing the toothbrush pot next to the sink. I empty it and scoop water in it, letting the faucet open. After rinsing my hands, I grab Jackson’s hair and tilt his head back.

“Ah! Easy, Roxy.” He says. I ignore him and start rinsing his hair.

“Did I offense you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You’re an asshole.” I mutter.

“An asshole?” His eyes widen. Yes, an asshole. My blood starts to boil. Why am I so frustrated on my own?

“An arrogant brat.” I add, deliberately pouring water on his face. There. It feels good.

“Hey!” He shouts, sitting up. He brings his hands to his eyes and rubs them over his face. Oh, I’m so childish. I can’t help but giggle at the mess he is. He looks up at me, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly he grabs my hips and presses his wet head against my chest. I gasp in surprise. Jackson runs his wet hair up and down my chest, soaking me.

“Stop!” I giggle, my dress starting to stick to my skin. He does the same thing from the left to the right. He’s so childish too.

He pulls away and we both look down at the mess he made. Shit! My shirt is white and drenched and totally see-through, and I don’t have a bra on. My breasts are completely exposed to him. I’m mortified. I should cover myself, but I’m stuck and my limbs are unwilling to move.

Jackson looks up at me, his burning eyes staring in mine. Then it starts to radiate, from him, from me; it’s like a densified atmosphere between us. Like a cloud of and intoxicating perfume, like an aura. It’s electric and heady, taking my breath away.

“You feel it?” He breathes, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Yes.” I’m breathless.

“Then you better stop resisting me.” He groans, pushing his fingers into my hair. He grabs a fistful of my mane and pulls my head to his, crashing his lips onto mine.

I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to push his dominant tongue inside my mouth. He licks my tongue in harsh, powerful licks, making me whimper.

He tugs at my hair harshly, tilting my head back and revealing my neck to him. I blink up at the ceiling, disoriented. He’s way too powerful for me, I’ve never known that.

He starts trailing open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, taking my skin between his lips and running his tongue across it.

“Jackson.” I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair. He throws my oversized T-shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing else but my panties. His hands come up to massage my breasts, his mouth wild and frenetically working my skin.

My pussy starts to feel heavy with need, and it increases every tome his thumb skims over one of my nipples. I close my eyes and let my body feel.

One of his hands leave my breasts, and I feel his fingers slip in the waistband of my panties.

His pads find my clit, his middle finger parting my damp folds.

“Aaaaah.” I shiver, wanting to close my legs. God, his fingers feel so good.

He keeps my head tilted back, his fingers slowly working onto my clit, making me writhe and moan against him. I tug at his hair, the thrumming inside me getting stronger.

He slips one bold finger inside me.

“Oh, yes.” I groan. This is so good.

“Jackson.” I gasp. He moves his finger in and out of me, his open mouth against my neck, his tongue dipping in the hollow at the base of my neck. Heat licks along my skin. I could come like this.

“More.” I find myself begging. I’ve never begged before. 

“More?” He repeats, his voice strained. He pulls his finger out of me and lets my hair go. I look back down, and he pushes the same finger inside my mouth.

His dark eyes locked with mine, they radiate with lust and erotism. I’m hypnotized. I could do anything for him to pleasure me at this very moment.

I suck on his finger, feeling his erection through the de material of his pants.

“If you want more you’ll have to work for it.” He rasps, pulling his finger out of my mouth.

“I want your smart mouth around my cock.” He says.

In a nanosecond, I find myself kneeling on the floor between his legs, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants. I unzip them and slide them down to his thighs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, long and proud.

I bite my lip at the sight of it. When I think it’s going to be inside me soon, I almost salivate in front of it.

I wrap my fingers around the base and let my lips hover around the tip. I feel him thrust and look up, meeting his fiery eyes that betray his impatience.

I take him inside my mouth, very slowly, inch by inch, before letting him out at the same speed. I do it again, taking more of him this time, and repeat the process until I can’t fit his shaft inside my mouth.

“Mmmmh… yeah.” Jackson moans, one hand grabbing my hair again. He guides my movements and thrusts up to meet them.

I can feel his veins against my tongue. It’s hot and logged with blood. His cock is thick, and beautiful.

“Suck it, Roxanne. That’s it.” He compliments. I keep my tongue flat against his shaft, but swirl my tongue around when I reach the tip. I watch him, head thrown back, chest heaving. For once I feel like I have some effect on him, like he has on me.

I reach up and play with his balls, gently massaging them. I try to relax my throat and take more of him.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He groans. His hips make quick, slow circles, driving his cock further inside my mouth.


“Touch yourself for me, get yourself ready.” He breathes. I obey, pushing my hand inside my panties. I rub my clit, lifting the accumulated tension between my legs. I moan against his cock.


“Oooh god, baby.” He moans, his thrusts becoming more vigorous. Tears spring to my eyes as he reaches deeper inside my throat, making me gag. I jerk away from him, letting his cock slip out of my mouth, strands of saliva hanging from my lips.

He looks down at me and glares furiously, before changing his attitude completely. He stares at me, panting, slowly shaking his head.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Roxanne.” He murmurs, a point of wonder in his voice. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to catch my breath. I’m still touching myself, my fingers already drenched and sticky.

He moves, grabbing me by my throat and pushing me against the counter. I challenge him with my eyes. His cock slips between my thighs, and when he rolls his hips, my legs start to wobble.

 He has the upper hand.

He turns me around and pushes my chest onto the counter, the surface feeling cold against my nipples. I hiss.

I lift my head and watch him pull a condom out of his pocket through the mirror.

“I told you I’m on birth control.” I pant.

“STD’s. I don’t know if you’re clean.” He retorts, glaring back at me through the mirror.

“You fingered me.”

“And you licked it off.” He counters, sliding my panties down my legs. The air gets caught up in my throat when he takes my hips in his hands.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He asks me.

“You’re asking that now?” I giggle, panting. He smacks my behind, harshly.

“Ah!” I yelp in surprise. It stings! It stings where he slapped me, and then the sensation travels to my core. I gasp as it tingles. What the-

“Answer me, Roxanne. I’m dying over here.” Jackson commands, watching me. 

“No, I’m not.” I reply.

“Good.” He says, before slamming into me.

“Ah!” I yell as he knocks the air out of my lungs. He’s not that big, bit it feels different. He’s stretching me out so fucking right, and he reaches so deep.

“Fuck.” I groan, slapping my forehead against the counter.

“You’re tight…and really wet.” Jackson observes, pulling out of me, before ramming forward again.

“Jackson. Aaaaanhh…” I moan, closing my eyes.

“How about we get started for real?” Jackson grunts, gradually picking up pace. I open my eyes, and he starts to plow me like a madman.

“What? Oh! Fuck!” I cry out, slapping my hand against the mirror, so I don’t bang my head against it. He reaches a punishing rhythm, his cock reaching so deep so quickly, I literally lose every last bit of control I had.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I yell, screwing my eyes shut. My god, it feels so fucking good. I feel so full and dirty; my pussy is trembling with every thrust. I’m being throughoutly fucked, for the first time in my life.

I arch my back and stand on my tip toes, angling my hips so he can reach even deeper. It’s like I want him to destroy me, like I actually want not to control anything. What is this boy doing to me?

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck…” He moans loudly, never slowing down. His stamina is admirable.

I feel him grab my upper arms, and he pulls me up so I’m standing straight. My mouth falls open, I can barely make any sound, he’s fucking my brains out. I feel his ragged breath against my shoulder, his deep grunts ringing inside me.

He wraps his fingers around my throat, tilting my head back so his mouth is at my ear.

“Open your eyes, Roxanne.” He rasps, his voice pornographic. His other hand slides down my stomach and fins my clit again. 

“Wait!” I squeal, jerking away from his touch, and impaling myself on his cock even more. My eyes roll back.

“Look at yourself, baby.” He orders. I blink my eyes open and look at myself in the mirror. 

I see my red cheeks, my clouded eyes, and the drool hanging from my lower lip. I’m fucking drooling.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He enquires, his hips tracing big circles against me, his shaft shifting around inside me. My brows furrow, it’s almost painful.

This is so fucking good; I almost want to cry.

“Mmmmh…” He moans deep in his throat, while I blabber incoherent profanities.

“You like being fucked like this, don’t you?” He rasps. He feels so good, so fucking good inside me.

“Nggh…mmmmh…” Is all I can, the words are lost between my brain and my mouth, I am not myself anymore, I feel like a hungry whore. Maybe I’m being myself actually.

“I bet you’ve never been fucked this good before.” He says, starting to thrust in and out of me again. My eyes roll back, my head falling onto his shoulder, my clit burning because of his touch.

“Don’t stop.” I beg as he picks up pace and intensity. The buildup is too much; I’m going to explode.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I moan, my walls rippling like crazy. My legs are trembling, I’m stumbling.

“I love it when you beg me.” Jackson says appreciatively, his movements relentless and brutal. Roxanne, this boy is going to fuck you up, and not only physically.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, god, please. Harder.” I plead, everything tightening inside me. I stop breathing, like I do every time before I climax.

“I’m coming.” I choke out, right before my orgasm washes over me.

“Fuck!” Jackson groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. I fucking detonate, exploding and imploding at the same time.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I beg, holding on for dear life against the counter as I ride my orgasm the better I can. 

Jackson follows shortly, spilling himself into the condom while biting down on my shoulder.

When he pulls out, my legs nearly give up on me. He holds me as I wobble, before lifting me onto the counter.

Then, he takes the condom off and throws it in the toilet before flushing it. I try to catch my breath, feeling like I’ve ran a marathon. 

That was awesome. Amazing. Mind blowing. Fuck.

“That was…” He starts, leaning against the sink next to me. I close my eyes and throw my head back against the mirror.

“Too fucking good.” I finish. God, I’ve never come this hard. I need a cigarette to make it really perfect.

I reach out and open the cupboard next to the mirror, finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in it. There are cigarettes everywhere in this house.

I bring one to my mouth and go to light it up, but Jackson grabs my wrist.

“Not around me.” He says cooly. I give him wide eyes while takes my cigarette from my mouth and tosses it in the toilet.

“You didn’t have to throw it in the toilet.” I mutter. I really need to smoke now; my head is a mess.

I walk out of the bathroom to change myself. I’ll smoke outside if he’s going to be a jerk.

The doorbell rings, making me freeze in my tracks.

“You’re expecting someone?” Jackson pops his head out to look at me. 

“No. Get dressed.” I order, walking into my room. I throw on a sweatshirt, panties and cotton shorts, and toss Jackson’s shirt to his face so he can put it on. The doorbell rings again.

When we’re both clothed and we look less sexed up, I make my way downstairs to open the door.

When I open it, I see this familiar Asian beauty. Tall, skinny, tanned and muscular.

“Kai.” I breathe.

find them, fool them, forget them

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robert comes face to face with the mistakes he’s made in the past when rebecca is pushed to her breaking point.

thank you to @sapphicsugden for convincing me to post this and generally being the best!



Of course it was fire.

It was always fire with him, wasn’t it? He was tied to a kitchen chair in Home Farm, Rebecca irate and pointing a lighter at him, threatening to set the kitchen alight, the surfaces apparently drenched in petrol.

Robert barely bit back a comment about how she wasn’t even creative enough to come up with her how method of scaring the shit out of him, copying the same thing Chrissie had done to him years previous.

Sarcasm, he decided, would probably make his position even more precarious. He’d only come to Home Farm because she’d left him about a thousand text messages, wanting to make it clear that she needed to leave him and Aaron alone.

After everything she’d done, she needed to just leave them be.

He’d only made it in the front door when she’d clocked him across the back of the head with a heavy decorative clock. Robert remembered feeling shocked before he’d collapsed to the floor, out for the count.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d woken up, but his head was banging and there was blood all over his shirt, staining the light blue material a bright red. He hoped it wasn’t too serious, hoped it was just a graze.

Maybe he was concussed, the world a bit fuzzy as he squinted at her, trying to work out how exactly Rebecca had gone from being pissed off with him, to entirely unhinged.

“Bex -“

“Shut up!” Rebecca turned on him, a wild look in her eyes as she shouted. “I need to think, Robert, shut up.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” Robert didn’t want to shut up, didn’t want to leave this all to chance. “Rebecca, you can just let me go - I’ll walk away and no one has to know, yeah?”

“It’s too late for that.” Rebecca shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. “It’s too late for that now. I’ve got - I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to.”

Robert swallowed nervously. “Is hurting me going to make you feel better?” he asked quietly, wondering if this was finally karma coming back to bite him. He’d never been a particularly good person, he’d caused Rebecca, and countless other people so much pain, so much heartache - Chrissie, Aaron, Katie.

Maybe this was karma. This was the universe finally saying enough was enough, and it’s your turn to be the one getting hurt, Robert Sugden.

“I loved you.” Rebecca said tearfully, slumping into another of the kitchen chairs. “Robert, I loved you so much, and I would have given you anything. Why did you chose Chrissie? Why couldn’t you have just loved me? We’d have been happy together, we would have.”

Robert didn’t know what to say, how to answer. The truth would only make her worse, wouldn’t it? He’d only ever been attracted to the fun, adventurous side of Rebecca, the side of her that was prone to sneaky hotel getaways and secret hookups in nightclub bathrooms, distracting each other from the monotony of life with the Whites.

It had never been serious, not for him. Robert knew he should have stopped it when he realised Rebecca was starting to have feelings for him, but he was selfish, and he enjoyed the thrill of it all too much to give a second thought to her feelings.

To give a second thought to how it might all come back to bite him.

Robert felt the press of his wedding ring against his skin, on the verge of tears himself as he thought about Aaron. Aaron, his husband, the love of his life, the man who’d forgiven him it all.

Forgiven him more than he ever deserved to be forgiven.

If he didn’t get out of this, if Rebecca lost it entirely, and he never saw Aaron again, well - Robert didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about what it would do to Aaron, or Vic, or Liv, didn’t want to think about how his life could be ripped away from him before he even got much of a chance to enjoy it.

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Honestly I have no clue where this came from but I’ve been writing it for a while and Fake Dating is my favourite AU of all time so it does fit with day 7.


They don’t know how they ended up here. Honestly. But somehow, a simple comment in a televised interview had made social media blow up within seconds, “Aaron and Robert” trending almost instantly worldwide. Next days’ magazines and newspapers had headlines consisting of “Sugden and Dingle- the hottest new couple?”

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