#and i’m like ‘yeah this is the future’

[neferaskingdom]

♡ I'M THE BIGGEST HATER | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Max Verstappen and Y/N hate each other's guts. or do they? enemies since the day Max defeated Y/N at their very first Karting race when will these two just stop bickering and (in the wise words of Danny Ric) just kiss already?!?!

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A/N: been reading so many of these that I decided to try writing one myself. first time writing a smau so feel free to leave suggestions on how to improve. also comment to join the taglist as this is going to be a multi part series.

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Part 1 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Part 2

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

📸: Young Y/N glaring at a smug Max after losing a childhood karting race. Y/N is sulking, and Max is holding the trophy like it’s an Olympic gold medal.

Caption: A perfect example of when I learned the universe is unfair. #tbt to the time maxverstappen1 ruined my life by winning our first kart race. Peak trauma. 👎

Liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo, lando.jpg, and 200,298 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

You’re still mad about one race? Get over it. 🙄

↪ y/n_leclerc:

It’s not just one race. It’s the principle. I was 9, and you were an evil little gremlin.You’re lucky my parents raised me to be nice, or I would’ve shoved you off that podium.

↪ charles_leclerc:

She has a point. You were insufferable, Max.

danielricciardo:

Max still brags about that karting win to this day. 😂

↪ maxverstappen1:

danielricciardo I absolutely do. Winner’s mentality, baby. 🏆

↪ y/n_leclerc:

maxverstappen1 “Winner’s mentality”? You mean “cheater’s mentality”? I see you, Verstappen.

user1:

"Peak trauma" 😂😂 Please, Y/N, it’s been like 15 years. MOVE ON.

carmenmmundt:

Y/N was already giving "future champion energy" even back then.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

carmenmmundt AND she's got excellent taste in fashion, unlike Agent George. See you later for coffee, babe? 💋

↪ georgerussell63:

y/n_leclerc EXCUSE ME. Flirting with my girlfriend now, Y/N? 😂

↪ carmenmmundt:

georgerussell63 Sorry, George, Y/N’s just irresistible. 😘

maxverstappen1 posted a photo:

📸: Max on the podium after a win, champagne spraying everywhere.

Caption: Another win, another day Y/N gets to hate me. Can’t say I’m sorry. #winning #dontcry

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Comments:

y/n_leclerc:

Bold of you to assume I’d cry. I save my tears for important things, like Ferrari strategy meetings. 💔

↪ charles_leclerc:

y/n_leclerc Yeah, same.

lando.jpg:

MAX, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? 😂

danielricciardo:

Max trying to make enemies of everyone in the paddock one post at a time. Bold strategy.

pierregasly:

maxverstappen1 If you make her cry, I’m on her side. Just saying. 😎

↪ y/n_leclerc:

pierregasly You’re my favorite Gasly. Let’s get coffee and laugh at Max together.

↪ maxverstappen1:

pierregasly TRAITOR. 😡

y/n_leclerc posted a meme:

📸: A meme of someone dramatically rolling their eyes with the text “Every time Max Verstappen opens his mouth to talk”

Caption: Literally me every time this bitch opens his mouth. Like stfu?? 🙄

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Just admit it—you think about me all the time.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

I think about you the way I think about stubbing my toe—briefly, painfully, and with regret. 😘

↪ charles_leclerc:

Get a room, you two.

↪ pierregasly:

charles_leclerc They’re already halfway there, bro.

lando.jpg:

Guys, this is giving “enemies to lovers” and I’m so here for it.

danielricciardo:

This is the slowest of slow burns. It’s like watching paint dry but funnier.

danielricciardo posted a meme:

📸: A meme of two dogs barking at each other from across the street, then stopping to awkwardly sniff each other when they meet face-to-face.

Caption: Max and Y/N’s entire relationship summed up in one image.

Liked by y/n_leclerc, landonorris, georgerussell63, and 500,193 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

That’s so not what’s happening here. I don’t sniff anything. 😤

↪ y/n_leclerc:

Max definitely barks more than he bites. 😂

↪ danielricciardo:

maxverstappen1 You bark loud, but Y/N’s the one doing the damage.

georgerussell63:

How long before you two just admit you’re into each other?

↪ y/n_leclerc:

georgerussell63 Into? I’m just into destroying him on the track. Anything else is wishful thinking, George. 😏

y/n_leclerc posted a Video:

🎥: Slow-motion video of Y/N overtaking Max in a karting rematch, with her laughing as she passes him.

Caption: I haven’t lost my touch, maxverstappen1 😎

Comments:

user1:

SHE JUST DUSTED MAX IN KARTING. THE RIVALRY CONTINUES. 😂😂

user2:

Max was so cocky, and now Y/N is out here reminding him she’s a Leclerc. 😏

maxverstappen1:

I let her win. Just being a gentleman. 😌

↪ y/n_leclerc:

maxverstappen1 I beat you so bad I thought you were parked. 😆

↪ user3:

THE SHADEEE OMG

y/n_leclerc posted a video:

🎥: A video of a car zooming past another car with the caption "Me speeding past Max Verstappen’s ego every time I beat him."

Caption: Nothing feels better. maxverstappen1, cry about it. 😘

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

I’m living rent-free in your head. Just admit it😏.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

Rent-free? Bro, you’re squatting in the garbage disposal of my brain. The plumbing is bad, and no one’s happy. 😤.

↪ charles_leclerc:

I’m going to need therapy just from reading this. Can we not?

lando.jpg:

charles_leclerc Your sister has the energy of someone who stays up late making Max Verstappen hate memes.

danielricciardo:

I’d watch a whole Netflix series of this beef.

danielricciardo tweeted:

Prediction: Y/N and Max will either end up dating or killing each other. Either way, I'm selling tickets.

Comments:

user5:

I’d pay for that front-row seat. 🤣

georgerussell63:

Why not both? Dating and fighting. Iconic and toxic just like these two bitches.

y/n_leclerc:

danielricciardo keep your fanfiction to yourself Daniel 🤢

lando.jpg:

danielricciardo I’ll start selling merch. #maxy/n

↪ maxverstappen1:

I'll sue you to oblivion muppet

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

📸: Y/N having drinks with Carmen, Lily and Kika

Caption: wining and dining these beauties while their boyfriends lose at Mario Kart. Boys, you could learn a lot from me. 😘 carmenmmundt, lilymhe, francisca.cgomes

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Comments:

georgerussell63:

Carmen’s too good for you, Y/N. Stop trying. 😤

pierregasly

stay away from Kika wench 🤺🤺🤺

alex_albon:

lilymhe Don’t get any ideas. 😬

↪ lilymhe:

Sorry, Alex, Y/N just brings out the best in me. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly Relax, boys. I’m not stealing your girls. Yet. 💅

user1:

The fact that George and Alex are actually worried about this is the funniest thing. 😂

maxverstappen1:

georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly I’ve been telling you guys for years—Y/N causes chaos. Don’t let her near the WAGs!

↪ y/n_leclerc:

maxverstappen1 You're just mad because I can charm people and all you have is your fast car. 😘

alexandrasaintmleux posted a picture:

Caption: Had a lovely coffee date with y/n_leclerc today. Sorry, Charles, you’ve been replaced by the better Leclerc. 💋

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

I leave you alone for one hour, and this happens, where's your loyalty babe?🤦‍♂️

↪ y/n_leclerc:

charles_leclerc Charles, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just irresistible.

↪ charles_leclerc:

I’m being out-flirted by my own sister. Unbelievable.

oscarpiastri:

charles_leclerc Now I’m nervous to leave Lily around Y/N too… 😬

↪ lilyzneimer:

oscarpiastri Honestly? Can’t blame her. 😘

danielricciardo posted a meme:

📸: Meme of two people bickering with the text "Max and Y/N" but underneath it says "Us: Just kiss already."

Comments:

georgerussell63:

Finally someone said it. 😂

user5:

This slow-burn rivals-to-lovers storyline is too good. Can Netflix turn this into a reality show?

y/n_leclerc:

I'd rather stab myself in the foot

↪ maxverstappen1:

I'd rather jump into a pit of lava

↪ charles_leclerc:

I’ve never seen two people who hate each other this much. It’s exhausting.

↪ landonorris:

What if this isn’t hate, though? What if this is like, love in disguise?

↪ danielricciardo:

I’m just waiting for the day Y/N proposes to Max through a meme.

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

Hard hours are open and I'm ready!!

Size training with yunho and how it takes a few times for you to adjust to his thick cock whilst he's fucking you.

He'd be so gentle and so fucking proud at the same time.

heyyyyy so i know this ask is over a month old....but i got really obsessed with it all of the sudden 😭

and this ended up a lot longer than i meant for it to...

but anyway-

size training and yunho just go together so well. it’s like a match made in heaven.

because he takes so much pride in it. pride in the training that is. (though he is also incredibly proud of how massive he is and how much prep it usually requires for someone to take him…🙂‍↕️)

and i just can’t help but feel like he’d enjoy size training as foreplay. like of course he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and safe, but FUCK if he doesn’t love how you beg for him to fuck you probably.

i get the feeling that he’d take at least a couple…sessions…before actually having you try to take his whole length. 

he’s a patient man. and you know how big he is. you can feel it every time you sit on his lap while you watch a movie. you’ve had your fair share of tired nights when you’ve jerked him off in his pants while he plays with you through your underwear. 

but when you first got together, he let you know immediately that you might not be able to take him. especially not right away. and you were so horny out of your mind about this man that you had begged him to at least try. your desire had almost brought you to tears. but he stood his ground. cupping your face and kissing your forehead telling you that “you just need a little training, baby” and promising “i won’t leave your pretty pussy empty for long”

that first night is so important to him. he wants you to understand that he can make you feel good even without his dick inside you. his hands will 100% do the trick. they do it for him, too, to be honest. watching his fingers disappear inside you is almost enough to make him cum in his pants. and watching how your eyelids flutter when he adds a third finger.

he’ll use toys too to build you up to it. whether they’re your own or his, he loves to watch you go a little crazy every time it gets bigger and he loves to hear your gasps every time. toys aren’t his favorite though because it’s less skin on skin contact. if he could, he’d just use his fingers, but he understands the importance of buildup.

when you both finally decide that you’re ready to try and take him, he makes sure everything is perfect. he makes sure the sheets are fresh, the room is cool, and that no one even has the possibility of disturbing the two of you for the foreseeable future. and he sets the expectation that it might not happen tonight. but you’re determined.

he always starts in missionary. it’s easier for him to control that way, and he finds that’s usually where his partner is usually the most comfortable the first time. maybe he’ll even put a pillow under your lower back and make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. and he absolutely has lube on standby if it’s needed. he’s a big hand holder too, so he’ll grab your hand against your stomach and caress your knuckles as he lines himself up with your entrance. “we’ll start with just the tip, ok baby?” 

and he’ll push into you ever so slightly. the stretch is still a lot to take, so he’s so fucking gentle, he’s constantly reminding you to “breathe, baby” and he makes sure to ask you every time if you’re ok to go further. and he lets you gasp out your “yes” before trying to fit in another inch. he keeps the reassurance coming even if he can’t help himself from crossing the line into condescending

“good girl, taking my cock so well” “oh you fit me so perfectly, angel” “do you feel good, baby?” “yeah?” “oh you can’t even think straight anymore can you?”

when he’s about half an inch from bottoming out, you grab his hand, squeezing hard, “yunho…” you choke out. “are you ok, angel? what’s wrong?” you shake your head “no i…fuck…i can’t…i’m so close” and he feels you tighten around him at the admission. “fuck ok. hold on baby.” he presses his body up against yours and brings his lips to your ear, “we’re almost there, ok? just hold out for a couple more seconds” all you can do is just whimper and nod as he pushes himself in the last few centimeters.

“oh fuckkk baby” he brings a hand to your clit “you’re gonna cum” mhmm you nod frantically, burying your nails in his back 

“you’re so big” you barely gasp out. “i know. i know, baby.” he kisses your cheeks and lips as he plays with your clit. “can you come for me? please? come on my cock?” that’s all it takes for your warm walls to tighten around him and he holds you to his chest while you come. 

and part of me all of me feels like, as long as you’re okay with it, that yunho would want cockwarming to be heavily involved in the early stages of his aftercare. like he’ll flip you over so you’re seated in his lap. and he’ll stay inside you while he kisses your neck and shoulders. and making sure you get plenty of vocal affirmation “you did so good for me baby” “i’m so proud of you, pretty” “my good girl, you did so well” eventually, when he notices your discomfort at the constant stretch, he’ll pull you off of him and clean you properly. but at least for a little while he wants you to have a…physical reminder…of how good you did.

[pinkponyclubbb3]

Cam

inspo: a sexy friend of mine gave me this idea thanks beautiful 💋

Summary: One day, Matt stumbled upon a cam girl while mindlessly scrolling the internet. He can’t help but be intrigued and start desiring her. What happens when Matt meets this girl he’s been getting off to?

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y/n’s POV

I adjust my bra strap and look in the mirror again before going live. I set up the ring light and sit in front of the camera before I hit the ‘LIVE’ button. “Fuck, something’s off,” I tell myself. I take my bra off and throw it on my bed. I looked through my closet and found a bra with red heart-shaped cups. I smile, satisfied with my outfit, and sit down. “Pfft, okay.”

I click the ‘LIVE’ button and immediately, the view count goes up by the hundreds. “Hi, guys!” I wave my hand. I turn on the TV to play music in the background so it’s not awkward and we can all get in the mood. “So what are we in the mood for tonight, hmm?” I cross my legs and read the comments.

‘Take your top off’

‘Turn around, beautiful’

‘Dance for us’

‘spread your legs’

One of the usernames caught my attention. It was someone who I hadn’t seen in my streams before. @/mattbern He sent me a hundred. “Wow, a hundred already? Thanks, baby, just for you tell me what you wanna see?” I lean in closer to my laptop to read more comments. It’s been a few minutes, and he hasn’t said anything. “Okay, our first-timer is a little shy, so I’ll do a majority vote.” I set up a poll that has two options. ‘Dance’ or ‘Tease’ Votes immediately come rolling in. “Okay, tease, it is.”

I turn around to show my red panties and use the hem of it to pull it down slowly. Before it shows anything, I lift them back up. I bend down to pull out my basket of sex toys. I pick a pink vibrator and sit down on my chair. I spread my legs so everyone can get a good view. I use my hand to touch up against my thighs but not giving myself the attention I need. I take my ring and middle finger and start sliding my fingers against my clothed cunt. I can feel myself getting wetter by the touch.

I take the vibrator and turn it to the lowest setting. I start on my inner thighs before lightly grazing it on my panties. I close my eyes and smile feeling how good the sensation is. I decided since the new guy spent so much money and didn’t give a request i’ll give him something to work with. I click the button for the second setting which is more intense but still not enough to make me cum or anything. I tease my clit with it and throw my head back. “Oh fuck, matt” I turn the vibrator off after a few seconds and go back to my screen.

‘No fair i’ve never had my name moaned’

‘He’s a lucky guy’

I can’t help but laugh at the replies. Money starts rolling in and so do requests.

Hours later

I have my head thrown back and my chest is fully exposed. “Okay guys I think that’s enough for tonight.” I wipe the sweat off my forehead and reach for a random shirt to put on. “Thank you guys for joining this was so fun,” I blow a kiss to the camera and turn off the live. Before I get the chance to exit out the site a message pops up. @/mattbern

‘hi sorry i’m new to all this I wasn’t sure what to request.”

Matt’s POV

I send the message not expecting her to reply. The live stream has thousands of viewers. I look down at the mess I made on myself. “Fuck,” I get up go get a towel to wipe myself off when I hear a notification. I run walk back to my laptop and see her message.

‘no problem, sweetheart we all start somewhere. did you enjoy the stream?”

I bite my lip, not sure how to respond. God I sounded pathetic with the first text. ‘Yeah, I’ve never seen anything like it’ What the fuck am I saying. A couple of minutes go by, and she responds. I hope to see you in future streams;) Have a good night.” I smile at the message and reply quickly, ‘Goodnight,’ before shutting my laptop off. A part of me feels guilty for watching a random girl get herself off online. A sick part of me can’t wait to do it again.

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it’s been a couple of hours of me tossing and turning and I can’t get myself to sleep. I sigh out of frustration and sit up. I reach for my laptop and go back to the site i was on hours ago. I click her username @/theywanty/n. To my surprise she’s active. I hover over the message button debating on texting her.

After going back and forth with myself I click and start typing. ‘How much for a phone call?’ It takes a while for her to respond making me start regretting the question. ‘130’

I send her the money and see the call come up. “What no camera?” I clear my throat. “Not this time.” Her voice is sultry and inviting. "No camera today, just voice. What do you want to talk about?" I can hear the smile in her voice and I blush furiously, glad she can't see me. "Uh... I don't know. Whatever you want."

“Did you like the stream?”I smile thinking about her moaning my name. "It was interesting. I've never watched anything like that before." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you." I hear her chuckle softly on the other end of the line. “I noticed you didn’t make a request after you sent the money. Were you shy?”

"I... I was. I didn't know what to ask for. But.. I liked watching you touch yourself." I say, my voice getting bolder as I talk to her. "It made me hard." I admit. I hear her softy laugh. “Wow maybe you’re not as innocent as I thought.”

“I mean, I've never done anything like this before. But there's just something about you. I can't help myself." I say, my breathing hitching. "What are you wearing right now?" I ask boldly.

"I'm wearing a little black dress... and nothing else. I took off my bra and panties while we were talking." She whispers seductively into the phone. "Now can you touch yourself for me, Matt? Tell me how it feels..." I hesitate for a moment, but her voice is so commanding that I can't help but obey. I slowly move the waistband of my pajamas pants down, sliding my hand into my pants to wrap around my hard length. "It feels so good.” I whine into the phone.

“Does it? You sound so pretty, Matt.” I grunt, starting to stroke myself slowly as I listen to her words. "I need to hear your voice while I touch myself." I can feel my breath hitching in my throat as I imagine her hand moving beneath her dress. “Are you going to be a good boy and let me talk you through it?” I can’t hold back my moans "Yes, I'll be good. I'll listen to you," I whimper, my voice growing tighter as I get closer to the edge. "Please, talk to me... tell me what to do."

"Good boy," she coos approvingly. "Now, listen closely. I want you to slow down, Matt. Draw it out... make it last. Can you do that for me?" My eyes shut tightly "Y-yes... I'll try," I choke out, slowing my strokes to a torturously slow pace. The anticipation is killing me, but I don't want to disappoint her. "It's so hard... I want to come so bad." I whimper. I hear her moan through the phone. I know she’s getting off too.

“I can hear it in your voice, matt. You want to cum?” I hear the mock in her voice. "Y-yes... god, yes I wanna cum so fucking bad," I sob, my entire body trembling as I fight to hold back my orgasm. "Please... let me cum... I'll do anything” I beg, my voice cracking with desperation.

"Anything, huh? That's a dangerous promise to make, Matt." She chuckles darkly. "But I'll take you up on it. If you want to cum, you'll have to do something for me first." She pauses, letting the silence build. "Please... what do you want me to do?" I beg, my voice shaking as I try to hold back my release. "I'll do anything... just please... let me come for you." I'm pathetic, but I don't care.

"Just a little longer, Matt," she whispers seductively. "You're doing so well holding back for me, such a good boy" Her voice is like velvet, wrapping around me and drawing out my pleasure. “Can you beg for me?” she asks, her voice a soft purr. "Beg me to let you cum, Matt. Beg me to give you permission. Show me how much you need it."

My breath giving away how much control she has over me. “Please y/n i’m so close please let me cum for you.” I hear her laugh on the other side of the phone. “Okay baby cum for me.”My breath hitches, my entire body tensing up as I finally release. "Thank you Oh god, I'm coming." I gasp, my voice breaking as I finally find my release. I catch my breath wiping the sweat off my forehead. “You did so good for me, matt. I hope we can do this again soon.” I nod even though she can’t see me. “Me too y/n.” We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.

Jesus Christ.

y/n’s POV a month later

I’m getting ready for a party I was invited to a few days ago. I met this girl at a bar, and we hit it off as friends. I told her about my job, and she was supportive. We even went shopping for more costumes and are talking about doing a stream together. I look down when I hear my phone ring, and the name ‘Mia’ pops up. I pick it up and listen to her turn down her music. “Hi babe, you ready?” I adjust my mini skirt and pat it down. “Yup.” I grab my bag and head downstairs. “Okay i’m outside.” she hangs up before I can respond.

I open the car door and get welcomed with the smell of liquor. “Fuck Mia, did you drink already?” I laugh and fake faint. She hits my shoulder. “Not yet. I brought us drinks to pre-game, but I spilled one when I hit a speed bump.” I turn around to see the seats are soaked. “Idiot.” I laugh at her. She pulls out two water bottles that looked like they’ve been crushed. “I got these though!” She turns up the music and passes me the drinks. “You can start if you want I can’t have any until I get to the house.”

I take a small sip and close the bottle so we can finish them together. “Whose party is it?” I turn to her. “My friend Chris. He’s really cute you know if I didn’t have a boyfriend…” I laugh and hit her shoulder “Mia you can’t say that!” I say laughing. “I’ll introduce you to him! You guys would be so cute together!” I shrug her off. She turns left and I see a lot of cars parked around a house. “Shit.” I whisper not believing how many people are there. “This is so gonna be so fun!” She parks the car and turns to me to grab the bottle i’m holding for her.

“Ready?” I nod twisting the cap off. We cheers and chug the bottle. “Ew! what is this?” I see her face and she’s confused. “Bitch you drank my bottle! I poured myself something stronger. Sorry mama I didn’t notice.” We laugh and head towards the house. We see a lot of people in the front yard sitting on the grass. We open the front door and see the lights are off but there are colorful LED lights keeping the room lit. “Mia!” I hear a boy shout. A boy with a sleeveless shirt that says ‘Pirate Girl’ on it comes over. “Chris! this is my friend y/n!” she introduces us.

She wasn’t lying he is fine. I look at him up and down admiring his build. “Hey gorgeous hope you have a good time. Let’s go get some drinks I’ll introduce you to my brothers too.” We follow closely behind him and I feel her elbow my shoulder. “He’s a triplet.” I roll my eyes not believing it. We get to the kitchen and I see a boy sitting down at the table on his phone. Chris goes up to him and calls his name. “Matthew! This is y/n.”

“Told you he’s a triplet.” His brother looks up at us and when he meets eyes with me his smile drops.

“Hi nice to meet you. I didn’t actually think he was a triplet.” He laughs nervously. But just nods. Did I do something wrong? “He’s shy.” Chris tells me. I just nod and follow chris to get some drinks. As Chris and I head into the kitchen, Matt hangs back, standing near the door and watching me through the open doorway. He looks a little out of place among the loud, laughing crowd, and his eyes keep drifting back to me. I’m sure I would’ve recognized him if I knew him. Something about him seems so familiar.

Matt watches as chris and I disappear into the kitchen, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filtering out. I see him take a deep breath, looking like he’s mustering the courage to approach the kitchen door. He lingers in the doorway, his eyes flicking between mine and Chris. “Matt join us!” I pass him a red solo cup.

he freezes, his eyes meeting mine. I smile encouragingly, gesturing to the counter littered with shot glasses. He hesitates for a moment before slowly approaching, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets. "Oh, uh, no, that's okay."

Oh my god. His voice. It finally clicked as to why he felt so familiar. My eyes widen and I know he knows that I know him from somewhere. That’s why he was acting a certain way towards me. I can’t help but bite back a smile. “I’ll meet you guys later i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Chris ignores him starting up a conversation with me. “Where the third clone?” I jokingly ask. He points behind me and I see another boy who looks like Matt. I nod trying to find an excuse to leave. “It was nice meeting you but I have to pee really bad i’ll catch up with you later!” I give him a side hug and go follow Matt.

I follow through a hallway and I see he entered a room and shut the door. I knock and let myself in. “Hi Matt.” Matt jumps slightly when he hears my voice. “…Hi” He scoots over motioning me to sit. “So you’re the mysterious man behind the screen?” Matt nods, his eyes wide with curiosity as he takes in my appearance. He's admitted to fantasizing about me for a while, and the reality is even more captivating than he imagined. “Y-yeah... that's me.” He clears his throat, trying to play it cool despite his racing heart.

I take in his appearance his blue eyes, he has sort of a tiredness look to him that’s really attractive. His messy brown hair. “You know you’re really cute, matt.” He smiles and looks down. “Thank you. It’s crazy seeing you after all those phone calls we had.” I see he’s playing with his necklace indicating that’s he’s nervous. I nod agreeing with what he says. “Am I making you nervous, Matt?” He looks at me as if I have some special power that can read his mind. “What? No.”

“You’re not?” Matt fidgets with his necklace again, betraying his nervousness despite his words. “Maybe a little. But it’s not a bad nervous. It’s more like... excited nervous.” He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Our faces are inches apart. He looks at my lips and back up at my eyes. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart I’ll take care of you.” I say barley above a whisper. He nods as he leans in closer. I decide to close the space in between us. His body relaxes as he leans into me further. I grab onto his hair pulling it slightly.

Matt lets out a low whimper, his body tensing slightly before melting into mine. His hands roam to my back. His body shivers as he feels my soft hands caress his face. I pull back from the kiss watching him blink dazedly, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “You want more?” He doesn’t hesitate to nod. His eyes filled with desire. “Yes please.” He leans in finding my lips again, more demanding this time.

I take my right hand brushing it on his crotch. Matt lets out a low groan as I cup him through his jeans, his body convulsing slightly at the sudden contact. He grinds his hips forward, seeking more of my touch. His breath hot against my lips. “Y/n” he moans. “What baby? what do you want?” His voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, please” I bring his lips back into mine and smile against his lips. His body melting into mine as he kisses me back eagerly. He breaks the kiss, his hands moving to help me free him from his jeans. “Give me your hand.” He gives me his hand and I pull my underwear to the side so he can feel how wet I am.

He hesitantly touches me, his fingers slowly moving to part my folds. He lets out a low groan, his eyes filled with wonder. “Is this what I do to you?” I nod smiling at him. “Want to help me out?” He nods. Matt's shyness momentarily forgotten in his eagerness. He helps me push my skirt down, his hands shaking with anticipation. He looks up at me with wide, eager eyes. “W-what do I do now?” His voice is barely a whisper, his innocence endearing.

Matt allows me to guide his fingers, his breath catching in his throat as he feels my slick heat. He mimics the movements I show him, his touch tentative but growing more confident with each passing second. “Like this?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. I nod shutting my eyes. “Mhm like that you’re doing so good.” I praise

his confidence soaring. He continues to rub me with his fingers, his thumb gently pressing against my clit. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with adoration. “I love making you feel good, Y/n.” Matt's body stiffens as I wrap my hand around him, his head falling back as a low groan escapes him. His hips instinctively buck forward, seeking more of my touch. “Oh fuck..” he moans. “Lay down.” I say demanding. Matt immediately obeys, laying down on his back on the bed. He looks up at me with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I straddle his lap so now i’m sitting on top of him. “Is this okay?” He nods eagerly. His hands find his way to my hips. “Please let me feel all of you.” 

I grab his hard cock and line it up against my dripping wet cunt. Matt's eyes roll to the back of his head as I sink down onto him, his fingers digging into my hips as he tries to hold back. He lets out a series of low moans, his body tensing beneath mine. “Fuck,” he pants. I give myself a moment to adjust to his size. “Fuck you’re big matt.” I rest my hand on his stomach as I start moving myself up and down his shaft.

Matt's breath hitches as I start to move, his hands gripping my hips tighter. He looks up at me in awe, his eyes dark with lust. “Yes just like that.” he moans, his hips starting to thrust up to meet my movements. I throw my head back in pleasure. “Fuck you feel so good,Matt. You’re doing so good for me just keep on doing that.” He bucks his hips forward hitting my G-spot “Fuck!” His face scrunches as he starts to get closer to his orgasm. When his faces scrunches his glasses move. I take off his glasses and put them on myself. “Y/n I’m gonna cum”

“Give me a second matt i’m almost there” I lead his hand to grope my tits feeling my stomach knot as his thumbs circle around my nipples. “Oh fuck I’m so close.” I tell him. I pick up my pace feeling the knot in my stomach become undone. “Cum for me, matt let me feel all of you.”

His face contorts with pleasure as he finds his release, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I can feel the warmth spread inside me, his breathing heavy. His thrusts become sloppier as we both finish. I catch my breath then slowly pull out and lay down. “Did you like that?” I ask him as I take off his glasses and put them back on him. He nods not being able to speak. I laugh as I get up and put my clothes back on. “It was nice meeting you.” I say before I open and shut his door, heading downstairs.

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★ your next glow up?

note — i wasn't gonna post this now but i figured fuck it why not?! enjoy, my loves! this is for entertainment purposes only <3 take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. p.s. come in my ask box and tell me what you think!

PILE ONE.

pile mf ONE, you are really stepping into a new era! when i tell you this new you is gonna turn HEADS. tuh, you’re gonna be looking like new money. nicki minaj’s ‘new body’ verse is coming to mind lol “you ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body. you ain’t fuck nicki, you fucked nicole body! ain’t no miles on this here new body, off with they heads these bitches is nobody’s.” OH YEAH OKAYYY, PILE 1. maybe you’ll be hitting the gym more, switching up your diet or possibly getting some cosmetic work done?

whatever you’re doing differently, it’s gonna be noticeable. people are gonna feel like something changed with you overnight like “um when did pile 1 get so bad?” and this isn’t to say you aren’t already attractive…there’s just something about your energy and confidence that just amplified x1000 and people are really gonna feel and see this change in you. you might start experimenting with your outfits a little more, giving off a more seductive vibe. it’s like you're breaking out of your comfort zone especially if you usually opt for baggier clothes or a more conservative look. wait cause why am i thinking of ‘pretty little liars’ when emily is talking to aria about hanna and she’s like “haven’t you heard? she’s the it girl now.” PERIOD, PILE ONE. giving serena page vibes from love island.

there will be a lot of talk about you and even if you don’t hear it directly, trust me, people are gonna try to keep tabs on you. i’m seeing people re-watch your instagram stories tryna figure out who took you that place and who you’re doing it with — oh these people are spiralingggg. this could very well be potential suitors tryna scope out the scenery, but they’re not sure if you’ll be interested in them. they might fear rejection because you just look so damn good and it looks like you’re in such a better space in life and got your shit together; whereas they feel like they lack the resources/finances to be with you. these potential love interests see you as high value, pile 1. they’re intimidated by your beauty and aura. you’ll be more so focused on attracting a partner that can actually make shit happen.

you don’t have time for the cat and mouse games. you want the real deal and i do see you getting the person that you want. you manifested this person into your life and i sense them feeling like they won the lottery with you! i’m hearing that you are sooo mesmerizing on the outside and your heart & personality makes you so much more beautiful. there’s layers to you and i think this next glow up will allow you to really shine and be yourself unapologetically – you’re leaning into the different aspects of yourself that makes you unique. if there’s anything you’ve got your mind set on or something specific you want to do, go for it! whatever you do, you’ll stand out effortlessly and be successful. say yes by floetry is coming to mind. “see, i’ve been watching you for awhile…your smile and style. wanna know if i can be with you for the night, alright.” i meannnnn need i say more?!

how to tap into this energy?

listen closely to your intuition! work on your third eye because i’m hearing that you’re a powerful manifester and you don’t even truly know it. even if you do know this, you start doubting yourself and limiting your own thoughts. always think big and bigger because it’s in your reach. don’t get so caught up in the “how?” because your manifestations can appear in many different ways, not just one. you have a clear vision into the future – you just gotta adjust your lens and focus on what it is that YOU want. who cares if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else, as along as you see the vision then it’s a go! listen to ‘i want it all’ by sharpay evans lol you need to embody that song and its energy.

PILE TWO.

hey, pile 2! i’m hearing you’ve been putting up with the bullshit for wayyyy too long and this next glow up is gonna be a proper FUCK YOU to all your haters! i feel like people take your kindness for weakness and you feel like you don’t get the respect you deserve. you can deal with a lot of passive aggression in your relationships or friendships and people expect for you to suck it up and be okay with it. what i’m mainly picking up is that you like to keep the peace. you don’t want to ruffle anyone’s feather, but it just makes it worse for you because you’re not truly expressing yourself and your emotions. this keeps you up at night like “ugh! i should’ve said this or I should’ve stuck up for myself and finally cussed so and so tf out.” but you don’t because you know why, pile 2? you’re better than them, simple as that.

you wouldn’t treat anybody how some people treat you, and the reality is that it’s so much harder to be nice than it is to be mean. anybody can be mean and say hurtful shit if they really wanted to, but to always be graceful and kind in the face of adversity and ignorance? rare af. +10000 aura points! don’t let anybody make you feel less than or like you can’t speak up for yourself. this next glow up you’re going to use your voice and really make it known that you are not to be fucked with, okay?! you will be standing your ground and really popping your shit in the most calm and collected way possible & people are gonna be like “wait…did [y/n] really just clock me like that?!” and you’re gonna be standing 10 toes down on it as you should. they’ll have no choice but to respect you lol. you will start to realize what is worth your time & energy and what isn’t.

you might start cutting off people that don’t mean you any good and really start to focus on yourself and your energy. no more walking on egg shells and sparing peoples feelings, this is YOUR life and you have a voice just as much as they do – so use it! i think you’ll also be meeting new friends & a potential love interest during this next glow up. i’m hearing ‘how stella got her groove back’ lol so yeah some of you might be playing the field a little bit.

some of you might just want something casual and nothing more because you just want to focus on your own healing journey. you’ll start to understand why things had to happen the way that they did & why certain relationships didn’t work out the way that you thought they would. you’ll be able to decipher what you are and aren’t willing to put up with and honestly i just see you bossing tf up and advocating for yourself no matter who doesn’t like it. that tiktok “nobody loves you baby! you should only love yourself – ON MY SOUL!” just randomly came to me lmfaooo this is your ‘i’m focusing on what really matters aka me’ era and i think it’s exactly what you need pile 2.

how to tap into this energy?

i think you need to transmute the negative energy that people try to project on you into something positive. 12:12 on the clock, yeah. like look at this way, if people doubt you, don’t respect you or don’t feel like your capable of achieving great things then use that to your advantage. let them underestimate you all they want, and then BAM boss up on them and show them who tf you are. what they don’t know only makes you stronger. you have the power to make some powerful ass connections and make a name for yourself so be calculated & strategic with your moves. people will be eating their words when it comes to you, pile 2.

PILE THREE.

pile 3 your next glow up is gonna be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster ngl, but very rewarding nonetheless. i’m hearing that one tiktok sound “you gotta take the good with the bad, smile with the sad. love what you got and remember what you had.” so yeah i think you’re really gonna be figuring out how to transmute your energy and create something from it – whether that be a job opportunity, a love offer, a trip, etc. there’s something that you really want and you’re doing the work to make it happen. you have the plan, you just need the platform lol.

for some of you, i see a major relationship coming to an end. this could be a lover or a best friend, but this person will be exposed because they’re not who you thought they were. this person has very sneaky/deceptive energy and you’ve been in the dark about this for way too long. this person/connection means a lot to you, so you will feel like this is a tough situation to completely walk away from; but my sweet pile 3’s you will be more than okay! you will be spectacular! 10:10 was just on the clock.

allow yourself to sort through your emotions and learn from the situation, don’t let it weigh you down. sometimes we get too caught up in how long we’ve been with somebody and all of the good memories we made with them, that makes us hesitant to move on. sometimes things just run its course and you’re no longer in alignment with that person. you can’t force anything or anyone in your life that doesn’t align with your highest self and that can be very hard to process when emotions are involved but i’m happy to let you know there’s light at the end of the tunnel.

i see some of you traveling to a place you’ve always wanted to go and possibly meeting a potential love interest. in this next glow up, you’ll be doing things that you’ve always wanted to do cause there’s no one holding you back. you’re stepping out of your comfort zone and just taking a leap of faith – high risk, high reward. you’re gonna be making time for yourself and also prioritizing your hobbies/interests. this is beautiful, pile 3. i see you really getting in touch with who you are at the core. be kind and gentle with yourself, because you are a precious gem that a lot of people value and care about.

how to tap into this energy?

stop giving your power away. work on your throat chakra, my loves. your voice is your power and it’s one of the major keys to your success. a closed mouth doesn’t get fed, so you need to speak up and communicate what it is that YOU want and not just say what people want to hear. this next glow up will really have you standing in your power. release is needed especially verbally cause you know that tight feeling you get in your throat when you’re tryna stop yourself from crying? yeah no more of that. no more walking on egg shells, pile 3. say what you feel and stand on it & watch how the tides turn in your favor. mwah!

PILE FOUR.

alright, pile 4! for this next glow up i see you moving. some of you might actually be moving into a new home or apartment and it’s gonna grant you so much peace and comfort. for others of you, this could be you moving on emotionally from a toxic relationship and/or familial bond and finally getting the clarity and peace you need to cut all ties and move onto something better. whatever the situation may be, it was weighing heavy on you and making you feel very down.

you’re gonna feel so free when you leave this situation behind, it’s not even funny. i’m hearing that you were a gilded bird in a cage. some of you could’ve been moving from place to place, not feeling quite settled or financially stable. if you feel lost right now and like you don’t know what to do with your life/where it’s taking you, i just wanna say keep going – W.A.Y.S. by jhené aiko is coming to mind. “if there's one thing that i learned while in those county lines, is that everything takes time. you have gotta lose your pride, you have gotta lose your mind just to find your peace of mind.” awww yeah that’s your theme song for this next glow up. things might not make sense right now, but please trust me when i say that everything is going to work out in your favor & things will be better than you could ever imagine.

you will be blessed with the tools you need to get to this next phase of your life. you are the source, pile 4. whatever you put your mind to, you can surely achieve! don’t let 3D circumstances throw you off, you are so abundant and prosperous you will see in this next glow up just how much of a powerful manifester you really are. you’re still trying to find yourself and figure out where you fit in in the world, but you don’t have to put yourself in a box, pile 4. pave your own way and once you do others will want to follow suit. no one can see your future the way that you do, so keep doing your thing because i’m seeing that you will come across people/friends that share similar interests and niches as you. awww pile 4 you’re going to find your soul tribe.

you have this flighty energy about you (air sign energy/esp gemini) like you’re from one thing to the next and you can’t figure out what you truly want to do. some of you might be in college or almost about to graduate and when people ask you “do you know what you want to do?” you’re like uhhhh….]>|>]^>.]€]€]£ like you truly don’t know but like that’s okay cause actually you do know! on a soul level, you know. what’s understood doesn’t have to be explained pile 4 lol people might not get it now but when you pop out living the life you’ve always dreamed of, TUH. they’ll understand then.

how to tap into this energy?

get out of your head so much and just vibe, pile 4. you can plan plan plan all you want but the reality is: shit happens! it might annoy you or make you feel incredibly frustrated when another problem or inconvenience pops up in your life, but there’s nothing you can’t overcome. it’s life. you will be greatful for these experiences in the long run because it will be another bridge that you’ve already crossed and dealt with, so you won’t fold under pressure – you’ll just already know what to do. you got this, pile 4. shit is about to get really good for you.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine 5 - Sneak Peek

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“I swear to you Logan isn't a bad guy,” you said. “He's the furthest thing from that—which by the way, we might be just arguing over nothing. I honestly doubt he sees me that way.”

Jamie shot you a look of disbelief.

“Sunshine.”

“No I really don’t think—”

“A lot of people you cross paths with see you that way.”

“You and Julie both say that but that’s because you’re my best friends.”

“No, that’s because we see how people look at you,” he said. “Unlike you.”

“Yeah but Logan—”

“Logan will make a move on you one of these days, and I think you should turn him down when he does.”

You wiggled your brows. “It’d be a bit difficult to turn him down while I’m climbing him like a tree.”

“Fine, fuck him once and leave him.”

“I've already decided what our future cabin in the woods will be like.”

He let out a groan and buried his face into his hands, making you giggle.

“If Logan and I start dating-and that’s a huge if, considering I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me that way,” you said. “We’ll go on a double date with you and Nik, and you will see he’s actually the nicest guy in the entire world.”

“I hope he’s terrible in bed so that you will snap out of this.”

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“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.” “This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.” “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

✦ on this fic: dean winchester x reader, fem!reader but this part is pretty neutral, angst, s3 spn plot

✦ a/n: this is my first time writing a reader insert for the supernatural universe. this is super angsty, and other parts to this au may come in the future so feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any suggestions! hope u enjoy the read 🖤

Word travels fast in a hunter’s world.

In a job where information is everything, sharing what you know wasn’t just helpful, but also expected. So, when the Devil’s Gate opened and demons started pouring out everywhere, it didn’t take long before you heard about it. It didn’t come as a surprise when you heard Sam and Dean Winchester had been there when it happened, right in the middle of it. You knew the boys; you knew they had a knack for getting mixed up in every kind of mess that popped up, ever.

What did surprise you, though, was Dean showing up on your doorstep less than a month later.

You knew something was off the second you saw him. First, because he was alone, and honestly, you couldn’t remember ever seeing him without Sam around. But mostly, it was the look in his eyes. As soon as you opened the door, he smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t follow — there was a storm brewing in his green irises, one even he didn’t seem to notice.

“Dean,” you said, frowning as he stood in your doorway. “How did you…”

“Bobby told me,” he cut you off, like it was no big deal, not even waiting for you to finish asking how the hell did he know where you lived. Of course, Bobby had. You sighed — would’ve been nice if Bobby gave you a heads-up, but whatever. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, but… what’s going on?” you asked, stepping aside to let him into your little cabin. It wasn’t much — pretty small, tucked away from the town, and didn’t look like anything special from the outside. Inside, though, was another story. Your eyes flicked up to the devil’s trap right above the door, and you felt a wave of relief when Dean walked right under it. Okay, not possessed. That’s a start.

“Can’t I just pay a visit to an old friend?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow. Sure, you’d crossed paths with Dean more than a few times — occupational hazard of being a hunter — but something about this felt off. It wasn’t like him to just show up without a reason, especially with everything that had gone down in the past few weeks.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” you pressed, not letting him off the hook. His smile faltered, quickly replaced by that familiar annoyed look he got when he didn’t want to talk about whatever was actually on his mind.

“Why does something have to be wrong?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because you never just drop by for no reason. Where’s Sam?”

“Not here,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Look, I’m fine. Everything's fine.  Bobby just figured you’d wanna know what went down with the Colt and yellow-eyes…”

“I’ve got a phone,” you cut in, crossing your arms. 

Dean sighed, his usual swagger faltering for a second as he cleared his throat, almost like he was nervous. “And… maybe he also thought I could use some time away from hunting, just for a bit, you know? With someone I… I liked being around.”

He couldn’t even look at you when he said it, a slight blush creeping up his neck. It wasn’t the Dean you were used to seeing, and that made your heart skip in a way you weren’t entirely prepared for.

You blinked in surprise. Dean, shy? Around you, of all people? That was rare. You’d seen him flirt before — hell, he was good at it and he knew it. This wasn’t the Dean you were used to, but then again, he wasn’t exactly acting like his usual self today.

“You’re not a shapeshifter, are you?” you asked, slowly. He huffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mind if I check?” You grabbed the knife you always kept strapped to your thigh. Dean just shrugged, holding his hand out. You took it, his skin warm under your fingers, and pressed the iron blade against it until it drew blood. No reaction, a small twitch in his arm muscles the only sign he’d felt anything. 

“See?” he said, his voice a little rough. “Not a shapeshifter, not a demon, just good ol’ me.”

Alright then. As weird as it was, it looked like Dean Winchester had really shown up at your place just to… hang out? You glanced up at him, wiping your knife off on your jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered. “Come on, let me patch you up.”

“So,” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow as you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand. “What’ve you been up to? Working any cases?”

“Why do you wanna know? Weren’t you supposed to be taking a break from hunting for a few days?” you shot back, and he chuckled. You glanced up at him. “You know I don’t hunt as much as you guys. I mostly just keep an eye on this area. But it’s been pretty quiet lately.”

“Yeah, well, you take care of yourself, alright? Lots of demons running around lately,” he said. “If you ever need backup, just call me.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly. “I haven’t been up to much other than keeping an eye on things. Honestly, I was worried about you guys. Heard you were at the Devil’s Gate when everything went down.”

“We were trying to stop it,” Dean said, and you nodded.

“I figured as much. But…” You hesitated. “That’s not exactly what everyone’s saying.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning a bit as he flexed his hand, checking how well he could move it with your bandages. “Who’s everyone?”

“The other hunters,” you said. “They’re saying Sam… and you… you guys made the whole thing happen.”

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“And did you believe that bullshit?”

“I didn’t! Just… Please be careful out there, alright? Not all hunters are as friendly right now.” He looked at you for a moment, then let out a sigh and nodded. You hesitated. “Do you, uh, wanna hit up a bar or something? I mean, I’m not exactly living the most exciting life out here…”

“You got a TV and some beers?” he asked, catching you off guard. You blinked a few times before nodding. “Sweet. That’s all I need today. We could watch a movie or something, maybe order in.”

“I can cook,” you chimed in. “I’ve got a wood-burning oven outside... we could make homemade pizza.”

The way he looked at you, it was like you’d just revealed you had the keys to Heaven itself.

You finally figured out what was up much later in the night, while you and Dean were sprawled out in your queen bed.

At first, he had tried to be a gentleman and insisted on crashing on the couch, but you wouldn’t have it — the bed was more than big enough for both of you. No point in him getting a stiff neck just because he wanted to play nice. Sure, you were practical, but you also just wanted him to be comfortable. You could sense something was off with him, even if he kept saying he was fine.

So there you were, cozy and ready to sleep, lights out and moonlight streaming through the curtains, lying on your side and facing the wall as you listened to his deep breathing. You were almost drifting off yourself when he said it.

“I made a deal.”

You opened your eyes right away, twisting in bed to find his face just inches from yours. Your heart raced at the vulnerability in his gaze — the angst he’d tried to keep hidden was now clear as day. It made your heart sink and your breath hitch a little.

“What?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Dean closed his eyes for a second, letting out a small sigh.

“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.”

“This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

You didn’t answer, just buried your face in your hands, struggling to catch your breath as tears started to well up in your eyes. The reaction shocked you — why did you care about him so much? How could you be terrified of losing him when you were just… what? Occasional hunting partners? Friends?

But he was right there with you, wasn’t he?

Was this why he had come to you?

“I wanted to tell you myself,” he said softly, as if he could read your mind. “I… I wanted to see you. One last time, at least.”

One last time. His words bounced around in your head, and you lowered your hands to face him, confusion scrunching your brow. That didn’t make sense. Demons usually gave you ten years after a deal, so why…?

“Dean,” you said slowly. “How long… how long did they give you?”

“A year,” he whispered, so quietly you almost missed it. “They gave me a year.”

“No,” you said, covering your mouth with one hand as the sobs started to spill out. “Oh, no, Dean, no, no, no…”

He pulled you close, wrapping you tight against his chest as you cried, your arms instinctively clinging to him. Incoherent words tumbled out — trying to apologize for crying, for feeling like a hole had been carved out of your chest. It didn’t feel right — you weren’t the one who was supposed to be feeling this way.

Because you weren’t the one dying.

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms that night. As your sobs faded into tired breaths and your eyes finally closed, Dean felt a sharp ache in his chest while watching your swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

He couldn’t deal with the whirlwind of feelings churning inside him right now. He couldn’t face the regret, the fear, not even that nameless feeling he had for you — because he was too scared to name it, to even acknowledge it was real. All he knew was that he had lied; Bobby hadn’t sent him to you. Things weren’t fine, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

He had come to you of his own choice.

Because when his world was crumbling, he knew you were the only one who could help him pick up the pieces.

Even when everything felt hopeless.

Even when he felt completely lost.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Punk Biker Floyd Leech

In a world that’s in a very distant future where cybernetics and AI have advanced the world beyond normal means

Individual desires are at an all time high

Now the days of meet-cutes and noble rebels were the stuff of ancient history

In a world where everyone’s so focused on themselves there are a select few who try

One of them being you 

Working hard enough to become the mayor of one of these decrepit cities 

You’re working your hardest to change this outlook 

And so far it’s actually going pretty well 

For the first time in awhile they’ve felt such warmth

since you’ve allocated the funds usually meant for the mayor’s paycheck 

But there’s a glaring problem 

The Underbelly–a part of any city that’s filled with the poorest and most desire-driven people

And no one represents that better than Leader of the biker gang of the Underbelly–Floyd

“Hey mini mayor, care to loosen up? Go for a ride?”

“Not this again Floyd! I’m trying to do something.”

“Aww are you the one who’s been putting up these cutesy little posters?”

“Yes, why?”

“I’ve been takin’ them back to my place, cause they look like cute napkins.”

“FLOYD!?”

Floyd Leech in this world is a mystery to most 

Feared by all

As an heir of the Mafia that’s running half the planet Floyd’s signature for his wildness and unpredictable attacks

One day he’s steam plowing through smaller gangs by mowing them down with his custom motor bike

But on another day he’ll be seen standing behind the mayor as you give your address to the people

Like his other actions, it’s seems so random

And it’s not that you nailed him right away that makes him interested

Honestly when his friend Azul asks him why he’s so protective of you, he can’t say one thing in particular

You always look him directly in the eyes when you have something important to say

You do sigh but you’re never annoyed with his antics

When he sneaks into the office knowing your in there still working, you so easily lean into his arms as he carries you to the sofa you have

He doesn’t really know exactly why but he doesn’t care 

Not anymore

All he knows is that for once he’s got a real tangible reason to do what he does

For once when he crushes the skull of a politician it’s because they tried to frame you

For once instead of just doing whatever's fun he thinks about you 

Will you show him that adorable upset face if he burns down this orphanage

Will you hug him again if he get’s the convicts to participate in community service

It’s all he can think about now 

And he’s decided he’d want nothing less

“Ne~Mini Mayor wear this for me.”

“Is this your earring? The one you choose to leave off for the style?”

“Yeah.”

“Hehe wouldn’t you want to keep this just in case you wake up with a need for good outfit?”

“Wear this when you come down to the Underbelly.”

“Oh yeah what’ll it do help you find me?”

“Something like that. Just promise you’ll keep it on you for me.”

“I will Floyd. I will.”

[l0vely-sturniolo]

TINTED WINDOWS

matt sturniolo x reader

tbh i didn’t know what to title this😭 but based off of matt’s story in todays car video and what it would be like to be his gf in the car with him when it all goes down :,).

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me and matt were at the store, getting things that he needed for the house, and things that the triplets needed for future videos. it was just me and matt, chris was at home working on some stuff for his brand, and nick was home editing this weeks friday video. we finished shopping and checked out, making our way back to the car.

as we walked back to the car, the security guard from inside the store spoke up, “tints a little dark, buddy.” he said. did he watch us the entire time to know exactly what car we were going to? matt looked over his shoulder, “yeah, it’s a little dark,” matt responded, and we kept walking. we put the bags in the car, before getting in.

matt started the car, and there was a knock on my window. i looked over, and saw the same security guard. “what the fuck?” i said, and matt looked over, and rolled his window down. “what’s up? what’s going on?” matt asked him. “you don’t have an answer for me on why that tints so dark?” he asked. i looked over at matt, confused as to why this grocery store security guard was so worried about matt’s window tint.

“no, not really,” matt responded. “so are you a cc?” the guy asked. “what even is that?” i asked. “i have no idea what that is,” matt said. “are you a cc?” he asked again. “no i don’t think so, i don’t know what that is,” matt responded. “concealed carry,” the guy responded. “no sir, i don’t have a gun in here,” matt responded.

“do you have any outstanding warrants?” the guy asked. “are you kidding me? all of this over some tinted windows?” i asked. “if i have any warrants, they’re not outstanding,” matt replied. i looked over at matt and he was shaking, and i reached over and grabbed his hand.

“we’ll see about that,” the guy said. “do we have a problem? is there something i need to be concerned about?” matt asked him. “we’ll just see about that,” the guy said, walking away. “oh my god, i’m gonna get put in handcuffs,” matt said, and he was still shaking. “baby, no..” i turned to looked at him. “he’s not even a cop, he’s a security guard from the store, didn’t you see his shirt? he shouldn’t even of been asking you about your windows,” i told him, rubbing his hand.

matt rolled his window up, taking a few deep breaths, before he started driving. “it’s okay baby, you’re okay, everything’s okay,” i told him, giving his hand a squeeze. matt started driving out of the parking lot, and out of the rear view mirror, i saw the security guard following us. “are you fucking kidding me?” i said, and matt looked and saw the car. “oh my god,” matt said.

“hey, hey.. it’s okay, just keep driving, he can’t do anything,” i said. “i don’t know what’s going on,” matt said. “me either baby, but it’s gonna be okay,” i told him. “he has no authority over you baby, he’s not a cop, i promise you’re okay, you’re not in trouble, nothings gonna happen,” i said still rubbing his hand.

matt turned right, and he followed us still. matt took another right, and he was still following us, and then he took one last right, and the guy went straight. “oh my god,” matt let out a sigh as he saw the guy go straight. “i almost had a heart attack,” matt said pulling over for a second, still shaking.

i reached over, pulling him into a quick hug, “i know baby, but you handled that well, and i’m proud of you,” i told him. “let’s go home incase he decides to be an asshole and come back,” i said, pulling away and leaning back into my seat. matt gave me a quick kiss, before pulling back off into the road, and we drove back home, this time with no interruptions, or security guards.

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@stayingstromboli

[lucky-clover-gazette]

okay i have THOUGHTS about this line

he didn’t have to say that to make his plan work. i mean yeah, being nice to the player definitely earns their favor and future assistance, but he could have just as easily gone the route of gaslighting them into feeling bad and like they caused the problem, eliciting a more shame-based and desperate and less uplifting and righteous kind of reliance. like if volo really hated the player, and was truly cruel, that’s what he would have done. the player would have still gotten the chain and felt indebted to him for the plate hunt, but they also would be miserable and feel lonely and hurt and confused. but volo doesn’t do that, he grounds the player and validates their feelings, which were hurt by the cruel townspeople more than the event volo caused to prompt that cruelty. like truly, it’s only volo’s fault that the player gets banished through the most like simple calculated logic—yes, if he hadn’t caused the rift, they wouldn’t have been banished, or brought here at all. but kamado CHOSE to banish them based on his own paranoia and disdain for outsiders, and the others enabled it by choice. volo didn’t make that happen, just how he didn’t make or even want arceus to get the player involved in the first place.

i don’t think volo hates the player, personally, at all. or at least, i think that he hates them and cares for them just as much as he hates and cares for himself. i know this isn’t groundbreaking volo theorizing material, but he’s absolutely projecting his disdain for society based on his vague past experiences here. he dislikes the outsider because his plan demands it, but he dislikes everyone else because he personally thinks they’re terrible. it’s kinda neat how he “fake” compliments the player’s loyalty to him as a merchant so often, bc i think loyalty is something he actually takes very seriously. and he probably saw how loyal the player was to the galaxy team, and then the way they kicked them out, and was genuinely pissed and hurt on the player’s behalf.

the things he says at the end of the game are said in extreme distress and defeat, and while they are not NOT reflective of his character and motives, i’m shocked by how many pokemon fans regard volo like he’s a nihilistic and amoral sociopath. passion and compassion are behind nearly everything volo does, for better or for worse. they’re behind moments like this, and moments like his ranting at spear pillar. he is a person who constantly grapples to align his personal moral code and lofty ideals, which live in this weird space between the manmade and divine, with the flawed reality of existence. his entire mentality is full of contradictions, because he is a man who thinks he should be god, but in reality could never be a good god, because he is still very much a man. it’s the emotion, idealism, and intellectual curiosity of humanity that drive him, not the impartiality, absolutism, and complacency of an omnipotent all-knowing deity.

so like, with this line. he specifically mentions that the galaxy team has treated the player poorly. not that the galaxy team’s choice was illogical, not that the player just needs to try harder to get them to accept him. he is emphatically rejecting the premise that the player did anything to deserve blame, even though he has no intention to actually explain why this really happened or volunteer himself to take the blame. because ultimately, volo is not the person to blame for the galaxy team’s cruelty, and he knows it. and he also knows that it’s the cruelty that has hurt the player, more than the sky problem itself, because he has been treated like an outsider too. and he can’t DO anything about that. even if he told the truth, the damage has already been done. the player knows how their supposed allies would react in this situation, regardless of the logic or truth. and volo can’t fix that. he does not believe he can make people kinder or the world a better place, which is exactly why he wants so badly to remake it. for himself, bc clearly he’s been through some shit too, for people like the outsider, and for anyone else whose loyalty and dedication have been met with rejection and apathy. which is so deeply tragic and ironic, because by being the only person to care for the player in this moment, he is making the world a better place for them.

volo is, at his core, a hypocrite. he’s like if you put the ingredients for a hero into a blender, but accidentally used the “tragic hypocrite” setting so he came out a janky villain instead. to volo, concepts like loyalty and self-righteousness are driving forces, much moreso than simple black and white morality or consequentialism. this makes him a hypocrite because he believes a perfect world is possible as long as his moral code is strictly followed, and his evil plan is to prove it. but in his efforts to do so, he proves over and over again that a perfect world isn’t possible, and certainly would not be possible under his control.

like, okay—if someone suggested that the means of pain and suffering in the world justified the ends (the world), volo would disagree and claim that arceus is responsible for the pain and suffering, and therefore does not deserve the power to create/rule worlds. but then, following that very same logic, if volo needed to get a random person banished and betrayed in order to create his better world, then those means wouldn’t justify his ends either. which is WHY we see him subconsciously draw a line here, between the things he’s not responsible for (other people being cruel, arceus transporting the player) and the things he is directly responsible for (the way he treats the player in these circumstances, either with derision or support). and wouldn’t you know, in this instance where it truly is up to him what the means are to his ends, he chooses kindness where he could have been cruel. because while arceus sending the hero and the town banishing them weren’t really Volo’s means to Volo’s ends, this conversation sure as hell could be. And he doesn’t want his better world built on a foundation of suffering and pain.

by saying this one line and treating the player as he does here, i think volo accidentally exposes something deeply true and good about himself. this man could say “i’m a villain and i don’t care about the player” and fully believe it, but at the same time demonstrably possess the morals and compassion of a hero, which he uses to actively care for the player. he is a delusional hypocrite, but he’s definitely not heartless. and i just think that’s neat.

alternatively, volo is completely heartless, knows that people are endeared to people who want to protect them, and methodically uses that knowledge here for his convenience. that very well could have been the intention, and it makes sense too—but i personally enjoy entertaining the notion of depth where i see potential for it. so yeah.

[p-clodius-pulcher]

I will write a long winded review, but I wanna start by saying that the movie is bad. The movie is just straight up, not good not because of the directorial choices in the actual filmmaking, but because the message of the movie is bad and it betrays, I think a lot of, biases from the film maker, in a way that is actively detrimental to the message it is trying to convey. The message is both heavy handed and done poorly, and I fundamentally disagree with it, AND it is actively undermined by the implications of the movie.

The core of this movie is about some dog shit like the future is important and only by focusing on the future can we improve the now and blah blah. He tries to sprinkle in some stuff about art being eternal but it falls flat. The whole message falls flat. The movie tries to use the imagery of the late Roman republic, and explicitly calls to the fall of the republic due to the ambition of a few men, but in its actual execution proposes a utopia that is created by the will of one powerful man who disregards all others and that is? Good? I guess is what the film actually conveys?

It also has a lot of really bad statements on immigrants and the ‘downtrodden’. Everything about what he tries to do with Clodius’ popular politics is just bad and I’m not just being biased here.

There’s also a lot of like, genuinely extremely transparent misogyny in how the movie handles women’s sexuality and the view of purity. It’s definitely trying to make a statement on perceived purity and whatever but again it just falls flat because of how the rest of the film explicitly goes against that lol.

Again, I will write a really long winded review of this movie but like yeah. I have to get in front of myself and say I am really disappointed w both the politics in this movie and how it constantly unintentionally (I think) undermines itself. Which makes it a bad movie on both fronts

AND THE WOMAN NAMED JULIA WHO IS THE DAUGHTER OF CICERO GETS PREGNANT AND DOESNT EVEN DIE IN CHILDBIRTH LIKE WHAT WAS THE POINT GENUINELY HUGE MISS

[firestorm09890]

it’s still very much a crack theory but if people are earnestly believing Demyx is the Master of Masters, why shouldn’t I lean into this one? anyway don’t take this very seriously

okay so

those lines from Ienzo’s character file where he says his childhood was extremely hazy, but his memories of Radiant Garden are perfectly vivid- ignoring how concerning it is that he considered his childhood over by the time he was in Radiant Garden, what you could take away from it is that he was from somewhere else before Radiant Garden that he barely remembers. I don’t think it’s just childhood amnesia (real term referring to how adults have a hard time recalling early memories) especially since Ienzo remembers his time in Radiant Garden perfectly clearly, it’s like a hard cutoff. Either way the implication he’s from somewhere else remains

And I'm willing to believe they'd put relevant lore hints in the character files because they DID do that for Demyx

Oh yeah, what is it that person used to say all the time? Something about a guiding key? Come to think of it, wasn't something guiding me?

anyway we know that traveling to a different world and a different time and losing your memories is a thing that can happen, thanks to khux. I don’t think Ienzo used an ark though, that’s been done already

Radiant Garden has some kind of connection to Daybreak Town, thanks to it also having arks, and a connection to Scala Ad Caelum, bc of the researcher attire staying the same, but we don’t know how. I’ve seen people theorize that RG is like a sister world to Scala, or the next step in the history of the same place, so RG is built on Scala which is built on Daybreak Town.

so here’s my shot in the dark that I’m choosing to believe until we actually get lore on how Radiant Garden is connected to those places: Missing Link era Scala had its apocalypse and somehow split into Dark Road era Scala and Radiant Garden (hey wait they’re both surrounded by water… curious), with the history of Missing Link being erased in both worlds. Ienzo was from ML Scala and… idk hid somewhere he shouldn’t have or something and he woke up way in the future in Radiant Garden and he didn’t get the Subject X treatment because 1) they found him before Xehanort was there and 2) he didn’t even tell them he couldn’t remember things. they just accepted that he wouldn’t want to talk about his past, he’s just a little kid who lost his parents

I’m calling it the Victorian Orphan Theory. and yes that is why I picked ML Scala, because Victorian Orphan Ienzo being REAL would be awesome

[rootedinrevisions]

Unplanned Journeys: Part 3

SUMMARY: You and Jake decide on a name for your son. You take him home from the hospital. And together you survive the first night home together.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the Anon who sent the request for this in! I hope you enjoy it! Also, as of right now, this is the last part I plan on writing for this story. However, down the road, I may decide to add more to this! I'm kind of undecided on if I want to continue this story or not.

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Later that day, the hospital room felt peaceful, a serene bubble away from the whirlwind of the morning. You had cleaned up, the lingering exhaustion of labor still present but softened by the warmth of your baby cradled in your arms. Jake sat beside you, his presence a steady comfort. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, while his other hand gently stroked the tiny head of your son as if trying to absorb every detail of this new life.

“Can you believe we actually did it?” you murmured, glancing up at Jake, who wore a soft smile, his eyes shining with pride.

“Yeah, we did,” he replied, his voice low and filled with awe. “He’s incredible.”

You looked down at the baby, his tiny features still scrunched from his journey into the world. “I think he looks like a little you,” you joked, grinning. “Maybe we should just call him Jake Jr.”

Jake chuckled, a deep, rich sound that filled the room. “I’m not sure Jake Jr. quite fits,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What about Jameson? You know, after my grandfather? I know we had talked about it before.”

You nodded, considering it. “Jameson has a nice ring to it. We could do Jacob Jameson Seresin or Jameson Jacob Seresin. But what if we gave him a nickname? JJ could work”

“I love it,” Jake said, leaning closer. “JJ it is. That way, he gets the family name, but he can be his own person, too.”

You smiled at the thought of your son being named after such an important figure in Jake’s life. “Jameson Jacob Seresin, but we’ll call him JJ,” you said softly, testing the name on your tongue. “I think it suits him.”

Jake leaned in, brushing a tender kiss on your forehead. “You’re going to be the best mom, you know that?” His voice was filled with warmth, and you could feel the sincerity behind his words.

“And you’re going to be the best dad,” you replied, your heart swelling with love.

You both glanced down at JJ, who had finally settled, his little chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. Jake’s hand moved to cup the back of your head as he pulled you closer, and you felt a wave of contentment wash over you.

“I can’t wait to show him everything,” Jake said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to teach him how to fly, how to be brave. But most of all, I want him to know how much he’s loved.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of his words and the depth of his commitment. “He will know, Jake. You’re already such a good dad,” you replied, feeling the bond between you grow stronger with every heartbeat.

As you settled into the moment, the three of you formed a new little family, bound by love and shared dreams. The outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you and your son, the future stretching ahead like an open sky.

* * * * *

The hospital room felt like a distant memory as you sat in the wheelchair, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through you. JJ was bundled up in his car seat, the small bundle of joy so new and precious. You watched as Jake walked ahead of you, the epitome of proud fatherhood. He had a diaper bag slung over one shoulder, and in his other hand, he carefully held the car seat, cradling your son like the precious cargo he was.

Jake’s strides were confident, but there was a softness in the way he moved as if he were fully aware of the fragility of the moment. He glanced back at you over his shoulder, and when your eyes met, a smile broke across his face—one filled with joy and determination. In that instant, all your worries melted away.

This is it you thought, your heart swelling as you took in the sight of him. This wasn’t how you had envisioned your life unfolding, but as you watched Jake navigate the bustling hospital corridor, you knew deep down that you wouldn’t change a thing.

“Ready to go home?” he called out, his voice light and teasing, though you could hear the pride lacing his words.

“More than ready,” you replied, your smile widening.

As you made your way toward the exit, the world outside felt like a fresh start. The sun streamed in through the glass doors, illuminating the path ahead. You could see the car waiting, the backseat prepared for JJ, and a wave of excitement washed over you.

Once outside, Jake carefully secured the car seat into the base that he had installed in the backseat of the car a few weeks ago. His focus was intense, and you admired how he took this responsibility so seriously. He maneuvered the car seat with ease, securing the straps with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

“Okay, all set!” he announced, standing back to admire his handiwork.

Jake turned to you with a soft smile. “Let me help you in.”

You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude. As you transferred from the wheelchair to the backseat, Jake's hands gently guided your waist, ensuring you were comfortable.

“There you go, babe,” he said, helping you settle next to JJ. His presence felt reassuring, and you smiled at him as you adjusted yourself, now sitting close to your son.

He leaned in towards you, checking on JJ with a proud look. “You ready for this, little man?” he murmured, his finger brushing over JJ’s tiny hand.

You leaned forward, watching the scene unfold before you—a proud father, ready to embrace the journey ahead. As he started the engine, he turned to you with that same radiant smile. “You ready for this, babe?”

You nodded, feeling a surge of hope and happiness. “Absolutely. Let’s go.”

With that, you drove off into the unknown, but this time, you felt ready to embrace every moment together as a family.

The drive home was quiet, filled with a mixture of awe and exhaustion. Jake kept glancing at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes soft as you sat beside your newborn son in the backseat. The early spring sunlight poured in through the windows, casting a warm glow over your little family as you pulled into Jake’s driveway.

“Home sweet home,” Jake whispered, his voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness as he parked the truck.

He quickly got out and came around to help you out of the car, his strong hands gentle as they supported you. You felt the lingering soreness from the delivery, and Jake noticed your wince, instantly shooting you a look of concern.

“Take it slow, babe,” he murmured, his hand never leaving yours as you stepped onto the driveway.

You smiled softly, appreciating his care. “I’m okay. Just still getting used to… everything.”

Jake grinned, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You’ve been amazing. Both of you.”

He carefully removed JJ’s car seat from the base, holding the carrier in one hand while his other remained on your lower back, guiding you gently toward the house. You both stepped inside, the space suddenly feeling so much more meaningful now that your little family had grown.

“Welcome home, little man,” Jake whispered to your son as you crossed the threshold, his voice laced with emotion.

You followed him into the living room, where sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting a soft light over everything. Jake set the carrier down and knelt beside it, unbuckling the tiny straps with a gentleness that made your heart swell. He carefully lifted your son, holding him close against his chest. You could see the nervous pride in Jake’s movements, the careful way he cradled your newborn as if the entire world was in his arms.

Jake settled onto the couch, laying back against the cushions with your son resting on his chest. His hand gently supported the baby’s back as he reached for a soft blanket and draped it over the two of them, making sure your son was comfortable and warm. The sight of Jake like this—tender, protective—made your breath catch in your throat. The somewhat hardened aviator you had once known was now a father, and seeing him like this stirred something entirely new in you.

You stood for a moment, just watching them, the two people you loved most in the world completely at peace together. Jake’s thumb brushed across your son’s tiny back, his eyes fixed on the baby’s small, delicate features.

“He’s so small,” Jake whispered, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his voice.

You smiled, sitting down on the edge of the couch next to them. “He’s perfect.”

Jake looked up at you, his eyes filled with a love that was almost overwhelming. “You did so good, you know that?” he said quietly. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. We are.”

The softness in his words brought tears to your eyes, and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to Jake’s forehead. “We’re a family now.”

Jake’s hand reached out, taking yours and gently squeezing. “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes full of emotion. “And I’ll always be here, for both of you. I promise.”

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. Watching him with your son, so tender and protective, you felt a surge of love for him that was different than anything you’d felt before. This wasn’t just the man you loved—it was the father of your child. The person who would stand by both of your sides no matter what.

As the afternoon light dimmed, you curled up beside Jake on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, the baby’s soft breathing the only sound in the room. You didn’t need words in that moment. Everything you could possibly want was right here in this quiet, beautiful moment—the love of your life, and the new life you’d created together.

* * * * *

That first night at home felt like stepping into a new world—everything was the same, yet completely different. The house was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of blankets and the occasional sigh from your newborn, JJ. After a peaceful afternoon, the day began to settle into dusk, and it was time to get JJ ready for bed.

Jake had taken the lead, gently cradling your son as he moved around the nursery, getting him changed and into his little pajamas. You watched from the doorway, a soft smile playing on your lips as Jake spoke in a low, soothing voice to the baby.

“There we go, buddy,” Jake whispered as he fastened the last snap on JJ’s onesie. “All clean and cozy for your first night home.”

He lifted JJ carefully into his arms, cradling him close to his chest as he swayed from side to side, the motion slow and calming. You could see the concentration in Jake’s face, the way he moved with such care and gentleness. It was a side of him that you loved seeing—a side that was still new and yet felt so natural.

Jake carried JJ over to the bassinet, gently lowering him into it as you watched from the bed. Your heart swelled, the sight of Jake as a father stirring up emotions you hadn’t fully anticipated. He leaned down, brushing his lips over the baby’s forehead before whispering, “Goodnight, little man. Sleep tight.”

He turned to you with a soft smile, his eyes filled with love. “Your turn,” he teased quietly, sliding into bed beside you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you both lay there, watching your son drift off to sleep.

The room was bathed in soft moonlight, peaceful and quiet. For a moment, it felt like everything might stay that way.

But then, not long after you’d both drifted off, you were startled awake by the sound of JJ’s soft cries filling the room. You stirred, instinctively moving to get up, but Jake was already ahead of you, his hand on your arm as he sat up.

“I’ve got it,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. “You rest.”

You nodded sleepily, sinking back into the pillows as Jake quietly climbed out of bed and made his way to the bassinet. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he scooped JJ up, rocking him gently as he whispered calming words. The crying began to ease, and Jake’s rhythmic movements soon lulled your son back to sleep.

Jake settled JJ back into the bassinet, then returned to bed, sliding under the covers and pulling you close again. His warmth enveloped you, and you drifted off once more, comforted by the thought that Jake was right there, taking care of things.

But it wasn’t long before the cries filled the room again. You stirred, but Jake was already on his feet, scooping JJ up with a sigh that was equal parts love and exhaustion.

He cradled your son, pacing the room as he hummed softly, but after a while, the baby’s fussing didn’t let up. You heard Jake sigh again, this time with a bit of frustration as he glanced back at you.

“I think he’s hungry,” Jake said softly, his eyes filled with reluctant defeat. “I tried everything else, but there’s only so much I can do.”

You smiled at him, your heart swelling with appreciation as you sat up in bed. “It’s okay,” you said, reaching for JJ as Jake carefully handed him to you.

The soft glow of the nightlight bathed the room in a warm, dim light as you settled JJ against you, guiding him as he began to nurse. The fussing quickly subsided, replaced by the quiet, rhythmic sound of your baby feeding. You looked down at him, marveling at how small and perfect he was, his little hands resting on your chest.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he watched the quiet, intimate moment unfold. There was a new kind of admiration in his gaze, something deep and tender that hadn’t been there before. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Watching you with him... I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I love you even more.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. You turned your head slightly, catching his eye as he looked at you with a mixture of awe and love that took your breath away.

“I couldn’t do this without you,” you whispered back, your voice just as emotional.

Jake smiled, his hand resting on your leg as he shook his head. “You’re the best mom to him. There’s no one else I’d want to be here with.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you leaned into him, your heart so full it felt like it might burst. The night was far from easy—there would be many more sleepless nights ahead—but in that quiet, dimly lit room, you realized that together, you and Jake had created something truly beautiful. And no matter how hard it got, you knew you’d never have to do it alone.

[ripdragonbeans]

Do You Believe In Fate // Part 4 // Aegon II x Reader

Summary: Tensions are high during dinner. The next day you all spend it outside but Cassandra decides to stir up trouble.

Warnings: None

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

Entering the dining room, all was quiet. Just like in the living room, there was thick tension. Alicent sat at the head of the table with Criston to her right. Across from Criston sat Helaena. Next to Helaena was Aegon and Cassandra. That left the seats next to Criston open. 

Aemond played the part of the ever loving boyfriend perfectly. He pulled out your chair and kept your hand in his the whole time. You were sure to give him a sweet smile before sitting down. Aemond let go of your hand to seat himself but quickly had yours back in his grasp. He looked at you with a big, love struck eye. You let yourself get lost in it, thinking about looking into Aegon’s. Aemond simply gave you a knowing look and smirked.

Aegon cleared his throat. “Now that we're all here I’d love to share with you all how I proposed to my beautiful Cassandra.”

Bile ran up your throat but you swallowed it down.

“A story I'm wanting to hear since you didn't include me in it,” Alicent said.

Cassandra interjected before Aegon had a chance to speak. “Oh, it was so wonderful!”

A small frown appeared on Aegon’s face but was quickly replaced with a shit eating grin. Everyone else may have missed it but you didn't. You spotted Aegon taking his hand away from Cassandra and flexed it on the table. You knew Aegon well enough to know that he's the one who liked to tell the stories. 

“He took me out to a beautiful park. We walked around admiring the trees and flowers and stuff.”

You coughed. “And stuff?”

“Hey, she may not be as good with words as you,” Aegon defended Cassandra, “but at least now she has a future husband.”

“Wow, what a great way to insult your fiance, Aegon.”

“I did not insult her!”

“You kind of did,” Aemond jumped in. “You said that she's not as eloquent as my girl and implied that her worth is just now important because she's engaged to you.” 

Cassandra and Aegon looked at Aemond with their mouths open wide.

“Anyway,” Cassandra laughed, attempting to draw everyone’s attention again. “The park was beautiful and our walk had the best views. It was actually one of the first places Aegon took me when we started dating.”

You bit back a laugh knowing full well that Aegon wouldn’t take a date to a freaking park.

Cassandra continued with her story. “There was a bridge that looked across a stunning lake. He stopped me in the middle of the bridge and bent down on one knee. The rest is history.” She flashed a toothy smile and held out her hand to show off the sparkly diamond ring that adorned her finger.

Looking at the ring, you turned to Cassandra. “It’s so…you.”

Batting her eyelashes, she gave you an innocent smile. There was fire in her eyes, though. One that challenged you to say something else, to insult her. “Thank you. So when are you two going to get engaged?”

Aegon addressed Aemond but held your eyes. “Yeah, when?”

“Oh, we haven’t thought about that yet,” you jumped in. “We’re taking our time and we want to enjoy each other and not think or focus too hard about what’s ahead. Neither of us have graduated yet and we want to complete university before making any big decisions.”

“Well, you know what they say, brother,” again, Aegon only addressed Aemond. “Ring by spring; gotta get that ring before your final spring semester.”

“Hey,” Aemond gently gripped your chin so you could face him. “We’re in no rush, okay? We’ll take our time and we won’t let my brother, of all people, force us into something we’re not ready for.”

You nodded your head and brought his hand from your chin to your lips to brush a kiss on his knuckles. Silence enveloped the table again. While you were looking only at Aemond, you felt Aegon’s hot gaze on the back of your head. 

Helaena broke the quietness. “Well, if anyone is interested, I’m now the proud parent of a lunar moth, comet moth, and a rosy maple moth!”

“Oh, tell me about them,” Alicent hopped on the train fast.

Helaena and Alicent talked about the moths, what their names are, what their personalities are like, and so on. If only they were real. Helaena was lying out of her ass and you couldn’t help but tuck your head into Aemond’s chest and laugh quietly.

Dinner ended up being a fairly quiet one. There was the occasional giggle from Cassandra, usually due to something Aegon whispered in her ear. Each giggle was like nails on a chalkboard. They grated against your brain and it made you want to throw up. Each time your jaw tense, though, Aemond was quick to place a hand on your leg or hand in show of silent support. Desserts were about to be passed around but you took that moment to call it a night.

“Alicent, it's been wonderful catching up with you, with everyone, really,” you nodded at Aegon and he returned it with a blank stare. “But I'm really tired and I think I'll turn in for the night. I assume I'm gonna be in Helaena's room?”

Alicent gave you a warm smile. “That's where I was initially going to put you for the night but since you and Aemond are dating you can sleep in his room if you'd like,” she turned to Aegon. “The same goes for you and Cassandra.”

You held back a cringe when she brought up Cassandra sleeping in Aegon’s room. Instead, you went to Alicent to give her a hug goodnight and left for Aemond's room.

Once you closed the door behind you, you knocked the back of your head against it.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered to yourself.

After a few moments of standing against the door and contemplating your life’s choices, you crossed over to the bed and plopped down face first. You let the quiet wash over you and calmed yourself before you could start thinking about everything that has happened within the last couple of hours.

“Can I come in?” Helaena was on the other side of the door. “I know you're in there and you're probably thinking about something silly. Let me in so we can talk, sweetie.”

Groaning, you got up and dragged your way to the door and opened it, revealing a worried Helaena. She enveloped you in a tight embrace as she stepped into the room.

As she released you from the hug she asked, “So, you're dating Aemond now, huh?”

You chuckled and shrugged, “Yeah, I guess I am.” Taking a deep breath, you looked at your friend with some insecurity. “I just didn't know what to do. I don't know if I want to make Aegon jealous or to do something to make him talk to me. I panicked, Hel, I really did, and now I don't know what I dragged Aemond into.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Helaena chimed as Aemond entered the room.

“You didn’t drag me into anything. I willingly went along with it, it’s okay,” he said. “Like I mentioned earlier, bringing Cassandra was a stupid move. I’m also pretty sure it’s fake. Aegon wouldn’t settle down that quickly, if at all.”

The more you thought about it, the more you agreed with Aemond. It didn’t make sense. While it was a few years ago, Aegon said that Cassandra was just fun, nothing serious. 

“What’s your plan with the fake dating?” asked Helaena.

You weren’t confident in your answer, “I guess to make Aegon jealous? Try to lure him out of the engagement?”

“And if it’s real? His engagement?”

“Then I guess it’s time I let him go.”

You woke up in Aemond’s bed feeling a little more steady than when you fell asleep. The events of yesterday settled in your mind and you had come up with a better game plan. Picking up your phone, you checked the time. It was early enough that no one else but Helaena would be awake; she’s always been an early riser. The soft snoring from the floor indicated that Aemond was still asleep. Very carefully, you got out of the bed and tiptoed around Aemond to leave the room.

As you exited the room you found that you were correct. There was someone in the kitchen, humming to themselves, as they prepared breakfast. You knew that humming anywhere. It was Helaena. A smile graced your lips as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Whatcha making this morning?” you greeted her.

Helaena looked over her shoulder to glance at you. “Just some eggs and bacon for everyone. Speaking of bacon, can you get started on them for me?”

“Of course!”

It was just like when you were younger, making breakfast with Helaena. The two of you would be the first ones awake and prepare it for everyone while you two had some girl talk. 

“Sleep well? I know you had a comfy bed to share,” she winked.

Rolling your eyes, you prepared the sausages for the frying pan. “Yes, I was snuggled all up with Aemond and we whispered sweet nothings to each other.”

Helaena snickered, earning her a smack on the arm. 

“He slept on the floor, you goof. I told him I’d take the floor but you know how he is. Always being the chivalrous one.”

“It sounded like Aegon had a silent night, I didn’t hear anything coming from his room.”

“Thank the gods. If there were noises coming from his room I’d be gone. I wouldn’t be able to stand that.”

“Gods, Aegon, you’re just so good in bed!” You heard Cassandra yell.

“And of course they’re both awake. Prepare yourself,” muttered Helaena.

“Shh! You don’t need to yell it for the whole house to hear!” You could hear Aegon smack his face with the palm of his hand. They weren’t exactly good at being quiet.

You glanced at Helaena, both of you concealing your desire to laugh as best as you could. It wasn’t until you noticed the smoke coming from your frying pan that you were brought back to your breakfast making.

“Oh, shit! The bacon!” You hastily got them off the pan and onto a plate.  “At least they’re not absolutely unedible?”

They were burnt to the point of almost being black and they crumbled at the slightest touch.

Helaena sighed. “Aegon will eat them.”

“I HEARD MY NAME!” He called from the hallway. 

Cassandra and Aegon walked into the kitchen hand in hand.

“What is that delicious smell?” Cassandra asked.

“That would be burnt bacon,” you said matter-of-factly.

“My part of breakfast, however,” Helaena butt in, “is not burnt and is still edible. The bacon is only kind of edible.”

As Helaena passed you, you bumped her with your hip and stuck your tongue out.

“What a sophisticated woman you are,” she joked as she put the eggs on the dining room table.

Cassandra cocked her head to the side. “That’s all we have for breakfast?”

“You’re more than welcome to make whatever you like from what we have in the fridge,” Helaena offered. 

“Aegon, why don’t you make her breakfast? Since you’re engaged and you obviously love her so much that you’re engaged,” Helaena said sweetly.

Aegon puffed out his chest. “That’s right. I do love her so much. Now,” he clapped his hands. “Where to start…”

“I would check to see what’s in the refrigerator first,” you suggested.

“Yeah, a great place to start. Let’s see here.” Aegon opened it up and rifled through its contents. “Leftovers!” He produced a container of last night’s dinner. “Perfect for breakfast, a reminder of last night!”

Cassandra’s eyes lit up. “Aw, Aegy, you’re the best!”

You threw up a little in your mouth. “Since that’s settled, I’m going to wake up Aemond for breakfast,” you said as you exited.

Once you were out of their view, you booked it to Aemond’s room.

“Aemond! Aemond!” you stage whispered once you were in his room. “Something is up with Cassandra and Aegon!”

Aemond groaned as he sat himself up. When you left the room he took his bed back. Rubbing the sleep out of his one eye, he tried to pay attention to your ramblings.

“Cassandra was saying something about how good he was in bed, ugh, but then Aegon told her to be quiet. If it were anyone else but Aegon I wouldn’t think anything of it but he has never minded his achievements being known. Even by family, which is a little much. And then -”

“Whoa, slow down,” Aemond stopped you. “Aegon is bragging again? That isn’t news.”

You sat down next to Aemond and hit his arm. “You’re not listening to me. Aegon was telling her to be quiet. Like he didn’t want anyone to hear anything. When Helaena suggested that Aegon make something for Cassandra for breakfast, he just pulled out some leftovers.”

“No, that’s pretty accurate. I wouldn’t look too deep into that. He’s always been too lazy to cook anything. He just rifles through the refrigerator.”

“Well, either way, something is up. I just know it.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out, I promise. Or we’ll just make Aegon miserable. I’m fine with both.” Aemond offered you a small smile. “Let me get changed and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

With a nod of your head, you left Aemond’s room. When you closed the door, however, you found yourself face to face with Aegon. You almost ran into him but stopped yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could smell his cologne, something so familiar yet so foreign. His violet eyes bore into yours.

“Doesn't sound so couple-y to me. Are you sure you and Aemond are actually in a relationship?” questioned Aegon.

“What, like you and Cassandra are the epitome of couples? You two don’t sound like a real couple either,” you shot back at him.

“Cassandra and I are engaged. As in we’re going to marry each other.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, don’t remind me.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” A smirk settled on Aegon’s lips.

“Of course I’m not jealous. I’m with Aemond, remember?”

“Ah yes, my brother. How could I forget that my once best friend is dating my brother?”

Heat boiled underneath your skin at him implication. “‘Once best friend?’ Don’t pin that on me, Aegon! You’re the one who left!”

“I didn't leave you!”

“You chose Cassandra over me. Once you started dating her you were never around anymore. No texts, nothing. So don't tell me you didn't leave me.” Tears burned in the corners of your eyes.

“But you avoided me! You were still around the house but would turn and walk away as soon as I showed up. You'd cross the street if we saw each other in town. Don't blame it all on me when you didn't put in any effort, either.” Aegon was stepping closer to you. 

“Did you ever think, that maybe, just maybe, I didn't want to be around you because you hurt me? That maybe seeing you caused me pain, that it hurt seeing you happy with someone else? That it was best for me to just avoid it all to ease that pain? I lived in ignorant bliss, ignoring you and Cassandra. I could forget that we were ever close, that there was something between us, that thing that you denied was ever there. So sorry, sorry for moving on. Sorry for healing.” You tried to push past Aegon but he didn't budge.

Aemond's bedroom door opened behind you. He quickly spotted you and Aegon against the wall.

“Hey, back off of my girl,” he growled at his brother.

“Relax, brother. I wasn’t doing anything to hurt her.”

Aemond scoffed. “Yeah, and I have two eyes. You're not going to hurt her, not anymore.”

As Aemond whisked you away, he immediately began asking questions about Aegon and what all was said. By the time you two had made it to the living room, you had answered most of, if not all, his questions with a quick yes or no. Once on the couch, the two of you continued your conversation in hushed voices. 

“I understand we're a fake couple,” Aemond started, “but our friendship is real and I refuse for you to be hurt by him again.” He held your hand tight in his.

Cassandra's voice cut to the living room. “I know, the ring is beautiful. He spent a fortune on it but, you know, he’ll do whatever he needs to do to keep my heart.”

You snorted at her proclamation. “Even she sounds fake, Aemond. You and I both know that Aegon wouldn't spend a shit ton of money on a ring.”

“Even if you're right, I don't want him to break your heart again.”

“He can't break my heart any more than he already has.”

“You say that but you know that's not true. Letting him in again gives him the opportunity to hurt you even more. I don't think I could stand by and watch that. Helaena wouldn't be able to, either.”

“I miss him so much, Aemond. Seeing him with Cassandra has always caused me pain but seeing him now makes me want to shake him and tell him to wake up. He's making stupid decisions but I've kind of missed that about him; his impulsivity and fuck it, let's go attitude.”

“We have today and tomorrow to get him to say something, if you're that sure. Other than that, I don't know when’s the next time you’ll see each other.”

“There's always the chance he'd come crawling to my dorm,” you joked.

“I wouldn't put it past him,” said Aemond. “I see the way he looks at you, when he thinks no one can see him. He doesn't look at Cassandra that way at all.”

You gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Aemond.”

As with most family gatherings, Alicent and Criston convinced everyone to step outside for the day and relax completely unplugged. No phones.

“This is nice,” Helaena said as she spread out on the picnic blanket. “The food was wonderful, too.” She rested her hands on her stomach.

You laid down next to Helaena and looked up at the clouds. Aemond joined you two soon, and together you looked up at the clouds. This was something you’d do together when you were children and it was nice to revisit it. Various clouds made up various animals. It brought you a sense of peace, a good reprieve from the last twenty four hours.

A few feet away sat Aegon and Cassandra. They were complaining about not having their phones.

“I don’t understand the point of ‘unplugging’ when we’re just going to go back to the house and plug right in again. It’s stupid,” Cassandra said as she rolled her eyes.

“Eh, it’s my mother’s way to get us all to bond or something,” replied Aegon.

Cassandra huffed. “There’s nothing to do out here.”

“If you got your heads out of your phones and looked up every now and then you would see that there’s not nothing!” Helaena called to them.

“Says the bug girl!” Cassandra called back.

You turned your head to face Healena. “I’ll fight them for you, even Aegon.”

Helaena shrugged. “No worries, I am a bug girl and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” She glanced at Aegon and Cassandra. “They’re not even holding hands. Are they even trying”

“Aemond and I aren’t holding hands,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but you two naturally kind of meld together.”

“I’m not sure I like that.”

“It just means you’re compatible.”

You scrunched your nose. “Look, as much as I love Aemond, I can’t see myself with him. At all.”

“That’s fair.”

“Wow, way to make me feel great,” drawled Aemond.

Helaena jumped at his voice. “I thought you were asleep!”

“I was resting perfectly fine until you made a comment about how me and my best friend here would be compatible as a couple. That’s too weird.”

“And yet you two are playing the part perfectly.”

“Hel, whose side are you on?” you asked exasperatedly.

“Just playing devil’s advocate,” she smirked.

As your two friends settled back into their relaxing state, you looked over and saw Aegon mumble something to Cassandra that caused her to roll her eyes. Cassandra had a sly smile dance across her face briefly before grabbing Aegon by the back of his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. He melted into the kiss and brought Cassandra closer to him. His hands wandered over her hips and came close to her ass. You could see him smile in the kiss and it made you want to throw up. 

Looking at your friends you mumbled, “I think I’m going to go inside now.”

Aemond reached a hand out to stop you but you shrugged him off and made your way back inside. Wandering, you found yourself in Aemond’s room. At least there you could cry with the safety of no one finding you. At least you hoped no one would find you. You knew Aemond and Helaena weren’t too far behind you, both of them pissed at Aegon for making you upset again. A constant in your life, it seemed. It was Aegon that hurt you. Always Aegon. But it was also always Aegon who made you happy. Always Aegon who would make you laugh. It was only in the last few years that he has been hurting you.

Sitting on Aemond’s bed, you hugged yourself tight and shut your eyes. Seeing him kiss Cassandra instantly brought you to the dreaded party night; the night he abandoned you. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you let out a muffled sob. It was one thing to hear about them being engaged, another to think it to be fake, and then it being completely something else seeing them make out. The fact that Aegon pulled her closer is what made your heart crack. If Cassandra had only initiated the kiss you would have rolled your eyes. Aegon kissing back was a stab to the heart you were not expecting.

There was a soft knock at the door followed by Helaena’s soft voice. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

You didn’t respond. All you could do was let the tears flow.

“Let me go in, we’re supposed to be dating after all, Hel,” you heard Aemond say.

The door creaked open; followed by the sound of soft footsteps. You still refused to open your eyes. The mattress dipped next to you and a hand found its way to yours. Gently, it moved your hand from your mouth down to your lap. A soft kiss was pressed to your forehead and you were soon enveloped in a hug. Again the mattress dipped, but on the other side of you, and another set of arms brought you in for a group hug. You knew without a doubt it was Aemond and Helaena.

“I’m sorry,” you said against Aemond’s chest.

“Hey,” someone squeezed you. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. He’s stupid.”

“We all thought it was fake. Hell, he told me it was fake!” Your outburst pushed you away from the group hug. “He lied to me. He fucking lied.”

Helaena tried to reach for you. “You don’t know that.”

“How can you be taking his side? You just saw him eat Cassandra’s face!

“Aemond, say something!” Helaena tried to get him involved.

Aemond didn’t say anything.

Helaena groaned. “You two are so blinded. It was Cassandra who pulled him in for the kiss.”

“Yeah, but he kissed her back,” you pointed out.

“Because he knew you were watching and would get jealous.”

“Well, I’m jealous. Someone should find him and give him a gold star.”

“Gods, you two are so dense,” Helaena threw her hands up. “You need to stop fake dating Aemond and just talk to him!”

“I’ll stop fake dating Aemond when he stops supposedly being fake engaged to Cassandra,” you shot back. You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Fine. I’m calling an intervention, then.” Helaena crossed over to the door and left, not even bothering to close it.

“Oh, gods,” you groaned.

Aemond patted your back. “It shouldn’t be too bad. You know she wants the best for you and right now Aegon is being difficult and you’re being difficult so she’s trying to make you meet in the middle.”

Helaena popped back in the doorway. “Come on, girl. Just you. Aemond, you can stay here or something, it’s up to you, but you are not part of the intervention.”

“I’m okay with that.” He put up his hands in a mock surrender before giving you one last squeeze before you went with Helaena.

Helaena took your hand and led you to an extra room. Already there was Aegon, sitting on her bed. 

“Here. Neutral ground. The guest room. Both of you are going to talk things out because you’re acting ridiculous,” Helaena said. 

She plopped down on the floor and encouraged you and Aegon to do the same. Aegon mumbled something under his breath about not wanting to sit on the floor but he did so anyway. You, on the other hand, immediately sat down. There was a tension between you and Aegon. So much has been left unsaid that it’s made the relationship between you two muddled. You held his gaze when neither of you said anything.

“One of you has to speak first; I’m not gonna call on you like you’re in a classroom,” Helaena chided.

“Fine, I’ll go first,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself before you let out a storm of emotions. “Aegon, this is stupid. We shouldn’t need Hel here to be a mediator between us but apparently we do. We had this talk earlier but you hurt me. You hurt me bad. I know we were interrupted by Aemond but then you go around and make out with Cassandra to rub it in? Great, I feel great. Seeing you eat her face made me feel so good about myself and my relationship you. Totally didn’t make me rethink everything and bring back old feelings of abandonment.”

“Cassandra was the one who kissed me. I didn’t start the kiss -” Aegon tried to say.

“But you still kissed her back. I was there, Aegon.”

“We are fake!” he threw his hands in the air. “We aren’t together. The engagement? Fake. The relationship? Fake. Well, it was real and then it was fake but that doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it was real, Aegon. I’ve seen you make out with her before. Still feels like being stabbed, though,” you mumbled the last part to yourself.

“What was that, bestie?” He spat out the name.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t get mad at me when you’re the one who fucking left.”

“You’re the one who didn’t go after me!”

You scoffed. “Okay, so it’s all my fault because I didn’t push through the absolute heartbreak of losing my best friend, and crush, to someone else? My bad. So sorry.”

“If you really liked me you would’ve called me out!”

“And I tried! Before Cassandra even stepped into your life I called you out for treating me differently, to acting differently when you were around different people. But you never took any of it seriously. You just brushed me off, something you’re doing right now.”

Aegon closed his eyes. “Hel, I don’t think you need to be here for this.”

There was no response from her but you heard the opening and closing of the bedroom door.

Aegon brought his hands up to rub his face. “Okay, let’s go,” he said to himself. 

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics but didn’t say anything.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you did that well,” you commented.

Aegon gave you a look before continuing. “I was stupid when I was younger, we both know that. I didn’t think straight and yeah, I mainly thought with my dick.”

“Your dick sure thought a lot about Cassandra.”

“Yes, it did.” He looked you in the eye. “But I know better now. Cassandra never has been the end all, be all. She’s been fun. That’s all she’s ever been.”

“That’s what you told me at the party but that’s not what I see right now. Right now, I see you engaged to someone you claim has never been serious to you.”

“She hasn’t!”

“Look at it from my perspective, Aegon. Or should I say Aegy since that’s what you’re so lovingly called.”

Aegon flinched at the nickname. 

“All that I know is that you replaced me.”

“I didn’t replace you, I promise. No one could,” Aegon begged. 

He reached out for your hands but you recoiled at his touch.

“How am I supposed to defend myself if you’re constantly denying me?”

“How can I? Because all your actions have proven to me that you don’t care. Maybe you did when we were younger but not anymore. That much is clear.”

Aegon’s voice broke. “I care about you. Please, I do, you have to believe that.”

“Sure.”

He took a deep breath. “Let me prove it to you then.”

Before you knew it, Aegon crashed his lips to yours. You were stunned at first but slowly melted into him. It was over as soon as it started.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes in contentment for a quick second before pushing him away. 

“A kiss? That’s how you prove it to me?”

“Actions speak louder than words, don’t they?”

“But this? Aegon, you’re engaged!”

“I’m not! I’ve been trying to tell you that. It’s all fake, Cassandra is fake. I told her should could be my fake fiance if…”

“If what?”

Aegon didn’t speak.

“Aegon, what did you do?”

“She said she’d be my fake fiance if I’d fuck her.”

“Wouldn’t think you’d mind. You always wanted her,” you laughed mirthlessly.

“That’s the thing, I do mind. I thought I wouldn’t but the whole time I was with her I was thinking about you. You’re the only one I want.”

“I’m sure you’ve discovered this after sleeping with a shit ton of other girls, right?”

“So what? In the end it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You closed your eyes before giving him a chance. “One date. I’ll give you one date.”

A smile spread across Aegon’s face before it turned back into a frown. “Aren’t you dating Aemond?”

“No, he… Aemond got roped into my insecurities and being the good guy that he is, he went all in with it. We’re not dating.”

Aegon smiled. “Good, good - I mean, not good? Maybe good?”

“It’s fine, Aegon.” You smiled back. 

“I guess I should tell everyone I’m not engaged?”

“Yeah, that would probably be a good thing. Your mother is probably already planning.”

Aegon got up to leave but leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. Unlike the first kiss, this one had you blushing.

“I’ll be back,” he promised. 

You laughed. “No need, Aegon. I need to talk to Helaena and Aemond anyway.”

Aegon gave you one last wink then left the room.

[1moreff-creator]

Who do you think will survive the killing game??? ( also if you were already asked this my B )

:D

Hi! Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ve ever talked about it, so I had to give it some thought :p It’s an interesting question, so let’s see!

As a TL;DR, my “most likely,” in order and assuming a standard killing game formula (obviously the amount of survivors could be way different), are Teruko - J - Whit - Rose - Levi

Spoilers up to CH2 EP15

Of course, there’s one character that’s already kinda locked in as a survivor (assuming a more or less standard fangan ending and not an “everyone dies” sorta situation), and that’s Teruko. While there were theories about a possible protag switch post-LGI release, I’ve never found them particularly believable, and I don’t really think they’re very popular anymore.

The next character that’s basically a survivor already is Min, because if I never accept her death, she will always be alive in my books. /j

Yeah honestly after Teruko my confidence on survivor guesses drops dramatically, since there’s obviously no good way to tell.

Still, one character that particularly stands out to me is J. I have my reasons to believe she might become the primary support character a la Kirigiri, and while that doesn’t guarantee survival, I’d say it ups the chances a bit.

As to why I believe that… well here’s the thing. I’m kinda planning to make a mastermind probability ranking post after CH2 ends, and I’ll talk about my predictions for J in more detail there. As a result, I’d just be repeating myself if I talk about it here. So, I'll give you the quick rundown and leave the more detailed explanation for that post.

Basically, I believe the core theme of DRDT is the concept of “fate” and the possibility of change, where the big climax for Teruko’s character arc in particular (the single most important arc for the narrative, protag privilege) will be rejecting the notion that she’s fated to have bad luck forever. She already talked about it with Xander before he stabbed her, and her primary character foil, David, “covered” Literature Girl Insane. You don’t exactly give that song to a character who is very hopeful for a better future. Even Teruko’s trust issues are born from the belief her bad luck makes betrayal inevitable. And with Ace talking about how he’s “a coward who couldn’t fight his fate” (paraphrased), the connection seems more solid than ever.

J is important in that context because her entire character is sorta designed around the concept of rejecting fate, the thing Teruko needs to “learn to do” as it were. J was born into stardom and fame, born “lucky” (LGI numeral number seven symbolism go brr), but hides it and rejects her birthright down to her secret quote, “Please don’t call me your daughter ever again.” If Charles and Eden are the ones who are trying to get Teruko to trust again, I see J as the one who has the best shot at convincing her that she’s not doomed by the universe itself, giving her the best shot at survival out of any non-protag imo.

Also, silly yet existent argument: the CH1 title screen had Teruko (and Xander), the CH2 had J. Is it possible the survivors will each be featured in one screen? Probably not, but still.

The next one’s Whit. DRDT seems committed to explore its characters as much as possible before they die (which I think we all agree is awesome), and that means those that haven’t been fully explored or developed yet have a higher chance of a late run, thus a higher chance of survival. This applies to J and Rose somewhat, but it applies to Whit especially. I sometimes feel that we know more about Mai Akasaki than we do about Whit, which should tell you something.

Contrast that to Charles, who is absolutely dying sometime soon (imo). Even ignoring the “Charles dead at three” Whit comment from the prologue, Charles’ character arc is a little too complete for me to think it’s likely he stays ‘till the end. After we close out the Elliot subplot (which could easily be in CH3 given Elliot’s MV is already out), killing Charles off would be a good way to really kickstart Whit’s inevitable Breakdown Arc.

Final points to consider about Whit are the fact that luck is mentioned in his character bio, which along with J’s LGI numeral VII and Teruko being Teruko gives him an extra connection to the two survivors I’ve pointed out; and the possibility of him being the mastermind. Again something for the MM post, but put briefly; he’s not a bad mastermind guess, but I think it’s very likely that if he is, he won’t survive, so there’s that.

The next one might be Rose? Recap foil with J, so if the dev wants to explore that to its fullest, Rose will probably make a late run at least. There’s a lot to explore with her character too, but frankly that’s a bit of a moot point; every character in DRDT has a lot to explore.

Even if she’s one of, if not the best pick for mastermind imo, it’s very possible she can be the type of MM to be redeemed and survive alongside the cast. Again, details will probably have to wait for the mastermind post :v Hate to be saying that so much, but understandably given some of the reasoning is similar, a lot of good MM guesses are good survivor guesses.

As for the fifth most likely… well, this is the reason this post took me a week (this and I was busy :v). See, if you’d asked me during the hiatus, I would have said Ace. Obviously, that wouldn’t have aged very well now would it?

The ask was sent a bit after Ep14, and by the time I got some free time to write this, it was already Wednesday and anything I said about Ace or Eden could have very realistically been proven wrong in just a few days, so I decided to hold off until culprit reveal. And now that Ace is looking like the blackened, I’m pretty glad I did.

This does bring up a curious issue of gender balance. In theory, there’s nothing stopping DRDT’s survivor cast from leaning one way or the other, but generally survivor casts do try to keep it as equal as possible. And with three women already listed, even putting Nico here would cause an imbalance. But the thing is… I don’t see almost any of the men surviving?

Hence, Levi. I frankly have no clue where his character is going with the recent reveals and the fact Ace is dying soon; I could just as easily see him as the second CH3 victim (if there are two) or fulfilling “buff character curse” by dying in 4. But… not knowing where someone’s arc is going is kinda the reason Whit is up there, so I’m using the same reasoning. It’s my least confident guess, so yeah. He’d certainly be an interesting survivor at least, I wonder how he’d play off the mastermind in trial 6.

To quickly cover the other characters, I’ll go in order of least likely to survive to most likely. Excusing the dead, of course.

-Ace: He’s technically still alive, but, uh… uh…

-David: If he were to survive, he’d need to go on a near identical arc to Teruko, which is… hard to imagine properly working. He’ll make a late run, probably, but I can’t see him reaching the sixth.

-Charles: Already explained.

-Arturo might be a little too insane to work. It’s hard to imagine a sixth trial with Arturo of all damn people around. Especially if J’s there.

And… those are kinda all the guesses I have for who is (in my belief) 100% dying. I could actually see every other character being a survivor :v

-Veronika runs into the same issue as Arturo; it’d be hard to let the mastermind do MM stuff when this girl’s there simping for them. However, I could see a world where dev keeps her for the psychoanalysis of the MM… kinda. Frankly, she should be in the “no chance” list, but… she’s my favorite alongside Min so let me have hope!-

-Nico has the advantage that they’re the only way to make a cast of 5 survivors perfectly balanced in terms of boys and girls; two of each and Nico. But that’s not very strong. The main issue is that I don’t really know what could happen with them in the remaining chapters that would advance their character to a point they’re a survivor, if that makes sense. Maybe if Rose makes it?

-Hu is weird. From what we’ve seen in the series, she would make a pretty compelling survivor. But… her secret quote…

Hu: I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live.

Like, that’s the most “blackened” line in history; do you wanna state your victim’s name while you’re at it? Part of me wants to say that’s too obvious and the line will have a different context, but… it’s a secret quote in the source code of her character page. It’s not that obvious to anyone who follows the series more casually.

-Eden: I could see the argument of Eden>Rose (and therefore Eden>Levi as he’s only there due to gender balancing), since our favorite Clockmaker is quite easy to imagine in a final trial setting. The main issue is that… assuming a more or less standard formula, it’d be sorta weird to have someone in the sixth trial who can out-hope speech the protag, and Eden definitely fits that bill. It’s possible she makes it, especially given her involvement in the pre-prologue scene with Xander’s eye, but idk.

Here are a few extra survivor configurations I could see happening! Obviously there’s plenty more, so watch absolutely none of them be right.

Teruko-J-Whit-Eden-Levi/Nico (Teruko MM or dead MM with no “two victims” case)

Teruko-J-Rose/Eden-Levi/Nico (Whit MM)

Teruko-Whit-Rose-Nico (J MM)

Teruko-J-Whit-Hu (Veronika MM)

Teruko-Whit-J-Rose/Eden-Levi-Min?!?! (Min MM)

Teruko-Rose-Eden-Whit-Levi/Nico-Min (Baking Squad Cope!!!)

Teruko-J-Whit-Veronika-Levi/Nico (Why not?)

Everyone (The only right answer)

Thanks a lot for the ask! Fun to ramble about this series lol.

[stemclann]

Hi! i’m going around asking different clangens for different clangen reccs bc I’ve been interested in reading more! Do you have any reccs?

Oh I DO !!!

A lot of the blogs I follow feature heavily stylised characters and colorful pages, wich I love. For some of them I'm not even quite caught-up but I just love seing their art coming across my dash because I love making my tumblr feed an inspiring place (don't we all) Also, I'm fairly new to the Clangen side of the WC community tbh, so some blogs featured here might be already pretty well known in the community.. But who doesn't love a nice shoutout <3 🥰 For some of these blogs I don't know wich pronouns their user might want to be used, so I'll refer to them as they/them.

☁️ First off, the blog that litteraly inspired me to start my own : https://www.tumblr.com/vaporclan @vaporclan // I just LOVE their character designs and expressions. plus the intrigue is REALLY GOOD. They also have a side-blog wich is very promising : 🐅 https://www.tumblr.com/tigeroftheskies

💧 Second one that I came across : https://www.tumblr.com/moons-of-dewclan @moons-of-dewclan // BEAUTIFUL artstyle. The composition of each page is gorgeous and the ambiance is always on point. Can't wait to read more about their traumatized cats.

🪴 @gray-thistleclan // I realize from the amount of notes that their art is already pretty well received in the community, but I LOVE the character designs featured on this blog, plus the intrigue is really unique and fairly new in the WC community (depending on if you were here when we all thought Bramblestar was gonna get rabies lol) But yeah, gorgeous art with very intense moments of drama!! Can't wait to read more!!!

🪩 splinterclan.tumblr.com @splinterclan // Artstyle is *chef kiss*, immaculate, very modern, I love the way they portray their character interactions it's always very believable.

🍄 https://www.tumblr.com/sporeclan @sporeclan // First of all how great is this Clan name --- Second, I found this blog throught the official Clangen blog, and fell in love with the way the artist composes her pages, it's beautifully done. Her colour palettes are also very pretty, and tho I'm not perfectly caught up with the intrigue I admit that I followed her when I saw the family tree she composed for her allegiances. Very efficient, beautiful, and the expressions are very cute.

🪷 @lotusclans-luck // This blog is kinda on hold right now but their artstyle is just a joy to watch, very delicious, I would eat it for breakfast everyday. Very 2D animation style, I can't wait to see more of their art in the future if they update it !

🐌 @snailstep-and-her-clan // The story here is really interesting, I love the main character, Snailstep, and her developement. Also, the character designs (I feel like I'm saying it about every blog ahahah) and colour palettes of this blog are so cute, unique, and original. I love when artists have fun with their palettes,, ugh...

🌿 @juniper-clan // This artist has been posting about his clan for almost a year now, and I LOVE how it evolved. It's very refined, the setting is unique and their characters have a beautiful depth that's a joy to explore. I can't wait to read more about Heronstar, she might be one of the characters I like the most out of all these blog listed. (With Snailstep)

🔊 loudclan-clangen.tumblr.com @loudclan-clangen // Very unique and interesting artstyle, designs are handeled with a lot of care and efficiency, you just can feel that the artist knows her characters on the tip of their fingers. Alos, character interactions / jokes are GOLD omg the writting is so good. I wanna be able to write such good dialogue that naturally (but the neurodivergence is holding me BACK fljgdjgs).

𓀒 fallenclan.tumblr.com @fallenclan // The story is immaculate and I can't wait to read more even tho there's so much lore that I know I won't be able to keep up entirely 🥹 But the artstyle is very efficient here as well and the character designs are very memorable. Once again, character interactions are on point and very natural, it's a pleasure for the eyes.

🦋 @the-blight-of-mothclan // Who doesn't love a good lineless artstyle ?! It's so pretty, and the soft colour palettes pleases my eyes a lot. Beautiful backgrounds also ! It must take so much time to paint those, couldn't be me 😭

And finally :

🎍 @black-buttercup-clangen // HUGE inspiration when it comes to palettes. I don't know how they manage to make their art so textured with such effective and "simple" (NOT derogatory, quite the opposite) details. The artstyle is SO effective and the colour palettes are just beautiful. Go check them all out they all deserve support and love <3 I hope I helped you discover some gem that you will like :D 🤌🏼 🎨 Also, for more discoveries, you should DEFINITELY check out @officialclangen - They often reblog some very interesting and cool blogs, that's how I came across a lot of these.

[jeankluv]

The forgotten boy - Geto Suguru | Chapter 08

words: 3,.1K

summary: He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity. Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

"You remember me?"

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]

notes: wow this week has been, something, as a Gojo stan I’m still grieving like a widow. What’s y’all opinion on the ending? I was not the biggest fan tbh, already talked about it on twt and I feel like a lot of things happened for no reason in these few chapters. But ngl I loved the Sukuna’s conclusion, it was beautiful.

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Suguru had felt something strange when he exchanged glances with that young woman. The young woman had lowered her gaze seconds after exchanging glances with him. Satoru had had to hit him carefully to regain his composure before the emperor and empress. Luckily nothing had happened and they had both been praised and were now enjoying a party that neither of them had ever imagined.

Suguru relocated his armor and picked up the sake cup to take another sip. Satoru had disappeared and he had escaped to one of the inner gardens. The night was cold and the stars shined brightly on the sky, the view was mesmerizing.

It was so quiet out there, only the sound of crickets interrupted the silence of the night. Suguru leaned his body against one of the columns there and relaxed, seeking peace and hoping that the alcohol he had drunk would go down.

“Oh my lord! I’m sorry.” The young lady voice interrupted his thoughts, making him open his eyes. “I will leave you alone.” The young lady was standing a few meters away from him, ready to leave.

Suguru shook his head. “Please don’t worry.” He took a better look at her and realized it was the young lady that was with the empress. “You…you were with the empress right?”

She looked at him and then lowered her gaze. “Yes… I am one her empress court ladies.”

Suguru nodded and tried to think about something to talk with her. “May I ask you…”

“It was scary?” She asked looking at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Fighting those things, was scary?” She asked with curiosity.

“Oh.” He opened his mouth. “Yeah… it was but it was worthy, we were able to safe everyone of the country.” He smiled.

She smiled. “Thank you for your bravery.”

Suguru felt a heat on his cheeks. “Thank you.” He whispered. “What’s you name young lady, if that’s possible to know?”

She smiled and nodded. “Y/n.”

Suguru felt his heart warm and smiled wildly. “I’m Suguru.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lord Suguru.” You whispered.

“Please, I’m not a lord, not even close to one.” He told you.

“Oh alright.” You shyly said. “Why are you not at the party?”

“It was too much.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What about you my lady?”

“The empress just left to sleep and I usually come here to enjoy the night view of the garden and the sky.” You explained.

“It’s a beautiful view.” He said slightly, looking at you.

“It is…” It was then when Suguru noticed what you had on your hands.

“You paint?” He pointed.

You looked down and tried to hide it from him. “It’s just some silly drawings.”

“Could I take a look?” He tilted his head.

You hesitated feeling how your hands got sweaty and your heart started to pump strongly on your chest. “Alright.”

Suguru took the papers in his hands and looked at them with his eyes wide open. “It’s amazing, you are really good.”

You looked down and tried to hide the smile that was forming on your face. “Thank you young master…” You whispered.

Your heart was beating strongly, the same thing had happened to you when your gaze met his at the banquet, so much so that you had to take it away from his to prevent him from realizing the shame that had taken over you.

You scanned the drawings he had given you and thought about his words. It was the first time that someone had complimented your paintings and admired them as he had done.

It was then when you heard some steps coming towards where the both of you were, so you quickly and with a soft “goodbye” left the place. It would be shameful to see one of the empress company ladies with a soldier.

Suguru heard you and turned to look at you. He tried to ask you to stay, he wanted to know more about you but he stopped himself when he remembered your and his positions.

“You are here.” Satoru said, surrounding his shoulders and letting out a sigh.

“Did you drink?” Suguru asked.

Satoru shook his head. “You know I don’t drink, but I eat too much sweets.” He cried. “By the way I heard you talking with someone.” He moved his eyebrows. “Who was it? A pretty girl?”

“Tsk.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s leave.”

Suguru ignored Satoru’s cries and his prayers to tell him who he was with, he preferred to keep that fleeting and brief encounter for himself. A memory only shared between you and the stars of the sky.

You rushed across the imperial palace and the gardens, embarrassed by your encounter with that handsome soldier. Entering your shared room with other of her empress ladies, you laid down on your futon trying to fall asleep but your mind was too busy thinking about him. Suguru.

A smile appeared on your lips and you tried to cover it up with your hand, but it seemed that it was going to stay there.

The next day, you got ready and together with the other ladies-in-waiting you went with the empress to walk through the imperial gardens. The breeze that was blowing was pleasant and the sun was not yet bothersome at that time of year.

“Heard you coming late to the bedroom yesterday.” Riko whispered to you.

You got scared and nodded. “Yes…”

“Did you go to draw again?” She questioned you, you simply nodded. “The empress would love your drawings if you showed them to her.”

“I am not an entertainment lady, I am a personal assistance lady.” You whispered, reminding Riko of your position.

Being the fourth daughter of a nobleman and after your sisters and brother had married and settled into their respective places, your parents had sent you to the royal palace to become the empress's lady-in-waiting.

You arrived at that place when you were 17 and now you were 20. A lot had happened since then, but you had achieved the respect of the empress.

Now you were walking across the imperial palace, which has her empress, favorite flowers and trees decorating the garden. It was a beautiful place and you wish you could take a moment to admire it and be able to draw it later.

Your steps were firm and you walked behind the empress. There were six of you who served her, Riko and you were the youngest but both of high birth. Unlike you, Riko was also part of the empress's entertainment group. But you limited yourself to serving her in hers day after day.

“Stop gossiping like young girls.” Said the most senior of the court ladies and the one who ruled over all of you.

It was then when you realized what the other girls were gossiping about and you felt how your cheeks turned into a bright red.

The soldier you met yesterday was in the training field with more soldiers training and most of them were with nothing covering their upper bodies, which provoked the sighs of the ladies.

You tried hiding behind the rest of the ladies, you didn’t want to face that man when your body was reacting that way with just seeing him with nothing on on his upper body.

“Empress Shōshi, what are you…?”

“Let’s go and see how the young men train, alright?” The empress said with a smile with a fierce gaze.

You clenched your fists in your kimono and took a deep breath following the others' footsteps. When you arrived at the training area, all the soldiers present bowed to greet the empress. From the corner of her eye, you watched as he did it too and when he raised his gaze he fixed it on you. A dance of butterflies was established in you and you had to turn your face quickly.

You could still feel his gaze in you, it was impossible not to notice it and your whole face was probably burning by the embarrassment.

“Good job young men!” The empress spoke. “I’m glad to see we have such strong soldiers to fight the devils!”

The men cheered and applauded all at once.

The empress nodded and then looked at her first lady. “Let’s go to see my son.” Then she looked at the rest of you. “The rest of you are free for the rest of the day.” She said and started walking away from the field.

Your companions started to celebrate and you felt Riko approaching you. “We should go to the capital to eat something sweet.” She smiled.

“Oh… yeah….”

“Excuse me…” His soft voice came through your ears.

Riko looked at him surprised and you, on the other hand, felt how nervous you were. “Yes?” Riko spoke.

“I would like to talk with the lady here.” He looked at you.

You felt Riko’s gaze on you. “Hmm… yeah sure.” You said looking at your hands. “Riko, if…”

“It’s okay!” She smiled and then turned to look at him. “Please take her, she is all yours.”

Riko disappeared for your view as soon as she finished her sentence, leaving you alone with that man. You felt his eyes on you and how they scanned you.

“You are even prettier with the sunlight.” He said and you looked at him with surprise.

Suguru felt embarrassed as he watched your reaction but his mouth moved before he could process his thoughts properly.

You started to play with your kimono as you tried to find your words. “Thank you…” You said trying to hide the intense red color your cheeks were getting.

Suguru smiled slightly and then he took a deep breath. “Would you like to come to the market?”

“Oh…” You looked at him with surprise.

Is this what Riko told you? How do men court women? You had never had anyone interested in you, since you had been sent from a young age with the empress and your duties were focused exclusively on the empress, so establishing relationships outside the circle in which you moved was almost impossible.

“I…” But your voice stayed hanging in the air as a louder voice interrupted you.

“Suguru!” A white haired boy appeared. “C’mon didn’t we say we were going to try those…” His eyes looked at you. “Oh! Hey!”

“Hi sir.”

“Satoru, leave us alone.” Suguru said.

“Why?!” The guy named Satoru protested.

Suguru closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m trying to court the lady that is here and you are disturbing us.”

Your heart started to pound fast after hearing his words. So he was indeed trying to court you.

“Oh… Oh! Oh my bad!” The guy said. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry my lady.”

“Satoru…” He let his friend’s name drag in his mouth while looking at him with defiant eyes.

“Alright, I’m leaving.” The white haired man smiled at you again. “Enjoy your time with my friend, miss.”

Before Suguru could do anything, the white haired man disappeared among the other soldiers. “Excuse him.” Suguru finally spoke.

“Oh… never mind, he seemed nice.” You said trying to lighten the mood and ignoring how your heart had changed with the words Suguru had let out. “About what you said…?” You shyly began.

“Yes.” Suguru said firmly. “I wish to court you. If that’s okay for you.”

Your heart raced as Suguru’s words echoed in your mind. This was the first time anyone had made such an offer to you. While you had witnessed other ladies of the court being courted, this was entirely unfamiliar territory for you.

Nervously, you glanced up at Suguru and quickly averted your gaze. His purple eyes seemed to see straight through you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You felt a tremor of weakness ripple through you as you locked eyes with him again, the intensity in his gaze making it impossible to think clearly.

“Why me?” You whispered, almost to yourself, still unable to fully process the weight of his proposal.

You had never imagined being the object of such attention, let alone from someone like him, who seemed so far away from you.

His lips curved into a small, knowing smile as if he understood your turmoil. “Why not you?” He asked softly, his voice was smooth. “When I saw you at the ceremony, when our eyes met, I felt a deep connection between us. And that brief and fleeting encounter in the garden made me want to know you more, to know more about you, to know different facets of you.”

The sincerity in his words caught you off guard, and your mind raced with confusion and excitement. “I… I would like that.” You said as a smile formed on your face.

You saw how Suguru’s face started to light up. “Great!” He said out loud. “Should we…? Should we go to the market? Or just for a walk?”

“Anything is fine for me.” You smiled.

And with that smile of you, the two of you began strolling through the city, your conversations flowing naturally, interrupted only by your laughters. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the night fell upon you. But that was not your last encounter.

Suguru began finding subtle ways to carve out time to see you, and soon, you found yourself doing the same, creating excuses just to steal a few minutes with him. A glance there, a brief conversation, all those moments, were enough to make your heart race and leave you yearning for more.

Like that the days started to pass, those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months. And before the winter breeze hit the capital you found yourself getting proposed.

“I know it is sudden and that my time in the capital is about to end but…” Suguru touched your hands, which were cold by the wind. “Will you become my wife?”

You felt how your eyes watered and your vision got blurred. That was a moment you never thought you would be able to live, to experience, to get proposed by the person you loved the most. Your heart rose and with shaky hands you hugged Suguru’s body.

He was warm, he was your home.

You loved him.

And he loved you.

You were everything he needed and everything he was looking for.

Every shared moment with you was like discovering a new world, a hidden gem no one else had ever seen. Suguru was crazy in love with you and spending the rest of his life with you and building a future with you was everything he wished for.

“Yes Suguru…” Finally your voice broke the silence of the moment.

You both connected your lips in a kiss, that wasn’t your first kiss. No. The first one was near the sea on a free day both of you had, Suguru took you there by horse and as you watched the sunset he kissed your lips. It would be wrong to say you weren’t amused by it. And to say that Suguru was sweating when he took that step.

But it felt right, it felt good. It was magical.

But every shared moment between the two of you felt magical, unique.

The ceremony was held in your household, your father was incredibly happy knowing you were marrying one of the most promising soldiers of the emperor and wanted everyone in your hometown to know about it.

It wasn't as intimate as you would have hoped, but none of that mattered when the two of you finally became husband and wife. That night was the first you spent together, your bodies becoming one and enjoying each other's warmth and pleasure.

Everything seemed peaceful, Suguru was sent into small missions near the capital and you continued to serve the empress. And like that three years went by, everything was just perfect, your love was still there, like nothing could shake it.

Till the day came.

“That’s not possible!” A guard said out loud.

“Lower your voice, the information still unknown in the capital.” The other guard.

You shouldn’t be listening, but curiosity was bigger.

“Do you hear yourself? If that’s true then this is our end… humanity is condemned.”

“I know… apparently they will send almost all warriors to the front line by tonight.” Your eyes opened.

Suguru was going to be sent? Where? What was happening?

Pulling your kimono up slightly, you began to walk, eventually that light step turned into a run that made your chest rise rapidly. Suguru was training that day, you had to ask him, to find out what was going on. Your pulse quickened when you saw that they weren't training, but gathered in small groups talking.

“Suguru!” You screamed as you approached him.

Your name came out of his lips. “What are you…?”

“What is going on? Is it true that they are sending you off? Why?” You said as you held into his arms.

“Try to calm down love…” He touched your face. “Let’s talk, alright?”

“Okay…”

Suguru excused himself from the rest and walked with you, to a more private space. Your heart was raising, you knew that the words that were about to come out of Suguru’s mouth weren’t going to be good news.

You sat down as Suguru kneeled in front of you and took a deep breath. “Something happened in the northern areas of the territory…” His hand felt heavy on yours. “We are going to be sent there, to try and deal with it.”

“What? Why?” You didn’t understand, why did they have to take your husband away from you? Why in that moment when you were starting to think of starting a family?

“Love… I have been promoted, I will be the captain of a group, directly under the orders of the general from where I am sent.” He looked at you, you wanted to be happy for him, you knew how much Suguru had worked to advance but you couldn't feel joy... only an anguish that had settled in your chest.

“When are you leaving?” You whispered, you didn’t want to hear the responde.

“Tonight…” Suguru whispered back and from your mouth it came a soft sob. “I will be back.” He hugged you. “I swear on myself that I will come back to you, my love.”

You held onto him, afraid of letting him go. But that hug couldn’t last forever even if you wanted to.

That night you saw him leave, with the promise that he would return to you. The darkness of the night did not let you see the group that left to fight and with your heart in your mouth you returned to the palace, to the house that they had very kindly given you after getting married, but that night, it felt emptier than ever.

What you didn't know at the time was that the fight that had begun that spring would last for at least another three springs. But there was still a long way to go before that end was reached.

final notes: the next chapter we will continue with the past, I’m not sure if it will be the full chapter or just part of it. I hope everyone enjoyed it. And by the way, their ages with the chapter ending are 24 Suguru and 23 y/n

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