#winter king hype

[soaring-to-tower]

in the green - @cherrylimeade

hearts don't break around here - ed sheeran

this fic inspired me to make a soft lil fitzsimmons that I'm watching back today for a bit of happy brain chemicals. basically i love domestic and soft fitzsimmons

read the fic here: in the green

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[probablyaseamonster]

I just had a realization.

The first episodes of Fionna and Cake released on one of the last days of summer. If they continue to release episodes weekly, and if there's more than 10 or 13 episodes planned, the show will continue into the winter. The 17th episodes would be released on the winter solstice.

Adam Muto what are you planning?

[leth-writes]

batfamily hugs

Bruce Wayne

• all-encompassing

• when Bruce hugs, it's like the whole world goes quiet for a moment.

• Rests your head on his shoulder, rubs your back a lil bit

• "It's okay..."

Dick Grayson

• Big, swinging hugs

• He really swings you around like a toddler

• but it's okay

• because he still gives really good hugs

• You can feel his laugh through his chest

• Pretty tight but not painful

• incredibly touchy, hugs constantly

• ruffles your hair afterwards

• "Sorry! I didn't mean to drop you!"

Jason Todd

• Crushing hugs

• he's really tall and pretty buff too, so he's able to hug pretty hard

• Makes you wheeze a little but still comfy

• The side-effects of the lazarus pit means he runs warm so his hugs are perfect during the winter

• Sometimes hugs from behind, squeezing a bit.

• "Oops... You can still breathe, right?"

Tim Drake

• King of cuddling

• spends a lot of time either hyped up on a case or crashing, so you'll either get a quick side hug or a 9 hour cuddle session

• runs cold, heat-seaking missile while asleep

• doesn't move at all, sometimes you have to check he's still breathing

• Impossible to wake up but prefers to cuddle to sleep, so make sure you're done with all your tasks before lying down

• "mmm... ready to nap?"

Cassandra Cain

• doesn't hug often, but when she does, they're the nicest out of her whole family

• gentle and soft hugs

• Often rests a hand on your shoulder or leans next to you

• will bump shoulders or hips, or gently brush your shoulder as she moves past

• Signs Hello! everytime she comes near you. Brightens like a puppy when you do, she's got deep brown eyes so she's mastered Dick's puppy eye technique.

[mononijikayu]

hey lover! series

"did you hear?"

"huh? about what?"

"that actor ryomen sukuna!"

"what about him?"

"apparently he's dating his co-star!"

"what, really!?"

"yeah, but get this!"

"what?"

"we don't really know!"

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

(a still from their romance upcoming film, winter)

ARE RYOMEN SUKUNA AND [Your Name] SECRETLY DATING? FANS ARE SPIRALLING AS THE TENSION CONTINUES TO BOIL!

By Akira Himasa, Writer for the Shibuya Scoop; Gossip Guru Extraordinaire;

Move over, celebrity couples of the year! The world has only one question on its mind: Are Sukuna and (Y/N) secretly dating?

Rumors have been swirling faster than a cursed energy storm, and fans are in a frenzy after the latest on-set shenanigans between the two enigmatic co-stars!

The notorious King of Curses, played by the enigmatic and charming Ryomen Sukuna, has always been known for his intense, bone-chilling stare and deadly aura.

But lately, sharp-eyed fans have noticed something peculiar: Sukuna seems to have a soft spot when it comes to actress (YN).

While the two have shared screen time in plenty of heated battles, the off-screen tension is what’s truly raising eyebrows.

Sources close to the set have reported seeing Sukuna offering you snacks between takes (Snacks! from the King of Curses!!) and making suspiciously heartfelt eye contact during rehearsals. And even enjoys private times in each other's trailer!!!

"You can cut the tension with a knife." said one insider, who claims they even saw the two laughing together. Laughing. Together. Are the sparks flying, or are they just that good at acting?

This week, both stars were spotted leaving a trendy Tokyo restaurant together. Sukuna, as usual, attempted to keep things mysterious by scowling (standard Sukuna protocol), while you looked effortlessly relaxed, sporting a mischievous grin that drove the internet WILD.

Fans on Twitter immediately exploded with theories.

“They’re totally dating! The way they look at each other can’t be just acting,” one fan tweeted. Another added, “I’m ready to ship it! Ryomen Sukuna x (Y/N) are THE couple of the century.”

But not everyone is buying it. Some skeptics claim it’s all a clever marketing ploy to build hype for the upcoming season.

"There's no way Sukuna would let anyone get that close," scoffed one source close to the actor's entourage. "He's Ryomen freaking Sukuna—romance isn't in his script!"

Meanwhile, fans worldwide are dissecting every interview, every behind-the-scenes video, and even Sukuna’s posture next to you during press events.

The alleged chemistry has reached fever pitch, with TikTok compilations of your most flirtatious moments going viral, and conspiracy theories flying about Sukuna’s infamous smirk during your most recent interview.

So, are they? Or aren’t they?

In a cryptic joint statement (because of course there’s a statement), Ryomen Sukuna and (L/N) (Y/N) had this to say: “We’re just very close.” (WINK WINK.)

Is this the biggest non-denial of the year? Or are we all being played like cursed puppets?

The world may never know. But one thing's for sure: Sukuna and [Your Name] are the hottest topic in town, and we can’t look away!

Stay tuned for more updates—because whether it’s love or just top-tier acting, we’re hooked!

➽───────────❥

THE SOURCE SAYS..................

CHAPTER (1) — RUMOURS

CHAPTER (2) — THE FEELS

CHAPTER (3) — OMG

CHAPTER (4) — WE GO

CHAPTER (5) — HIS PRIMADONNA

CHAPTER (6) — TBA

CHAPTER (7) — TBA

CHAPTER (8) — TBA

[COMING SOON]

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

august 2024 episode of octavinelle + 4koma update

You know the drill by now!

Spoilers for the 4koma and the Episode of Octavinelle chapter 12 below the cut. As a reminder, the Episode of Savanaclaw won’t be updating again until winter.

🫵 THERE THEY ARE…

THE SMOOTH CRIMINALS…

The poses in this opening page are so good; Leona sat all lax like a boss who knows who’s large and in charge, Ruggie leaning against the chair and swinging the keys to the vault around on one finger… The posing perfectly captures their personalities and roles in relationship to one another.

Once again, Azul makes many fantastically desperate and despair-filled expressions this installment 😭

Falling to his knees???? Laying flat on the floor??? Man is UNMATCHED when it comes to theatrics.

I like this shot of Azul and Leona’s gazes lining up; it really helps give you the sense of two rivals sizing each other up.

(Side note: you can also tell how much painstaking detail the artists went through to include their eye makeup in these close-ups. Hats off to them for the extra effort, it looks great!)

… WHY DiD THEY hAvFTA mAkE HIM So smUGHERE 💀

damn i wish i was that stack of contracts

… I mean what

sorry

Sorry

SORRY

I got distracted there, what were we talking about again????

AYO they always make Leona casting King’s Roar look so darn cool in the manga 😭

My favorite panel in this sequence has to be the one with the text bubbles. He looks so nonchalant and a little stern as he speaks the chant… The shadows on his face add a lot to the atmosphere of it!

This chapter is the part where Leona gets to sanding Azul’s hard work away! Look at how beautifully drawn Azul’s reaction is ✨

The particle-y effect of the contracts melting into sand is nice 😌 It feeds Azul’s tears… Tasty meal…

MOU YADA IN MANGA FORM IS PEAK

lmao Azul for real threw a tantrum, flailing his limbs and everything 🤡 Love that even Leona and Ruggie have NO idea how they should respond to this.

Oh no, here comes the OB…

The anguish Azul’s experiencing is really coming through. He’s sweating so much and his entire face is so. Er… for lack of a better term, twisted.

I think seeing the blot leaking out from each of them helps to illustrate that they’re truly being overwhelmed and consumed by their own inner darkness. It’s sad to see 😔

We cut back to Yuuta and co. squaring off against the twins!

I wanted to point out and comment on these parts with Jack. He’s not a character that I usually pay much attention to, but I gotta commend him for fighting back so hard and trying to shield the picture even when he’s clearly got no chance of winning. Jack bearing his fangs at Floyd with pupils contracted… 🫶 Very good and loyal pupper! I get the Jack appeal now, lol

I LOVE THIS

It reminds me of the similar Azul-Leona framing earlier in the chapter, though with a different context. I like that this shows how the twins are in sync and coming to the same terrible conclusion.

Not long after, they rush to Azul’s side—which makes me think that these two worry for his wellbeing 😭 THEY DONmT SAY IT OUT LOUD BUT THEY CARE

Oh yeah, here it comes… OB Azul has arrived!! 👀

I MEAN YEAH it’s not good for his health, but I’m so hyped for the battle and flashbacks to his childhood! Baby!Azul shall NOT escape our sight…

The 4koma this month centers on Jack, Vargas, and others (Jade, Kalim, Deuce) talking about using transformation magic for racing.

dhejeveiwhwuow I would say more, but I actually didn’t find this 4koma that remarkable. It’s a generally the boys chatting about animals and their different activities they excel at.

[thepepsislvt]

nobody asked for this but im gonna give you my top 5 baby girls and their pros and cons

in order even bc im insane

this also turned out to be more of a drabbles so yall still getting fed

number 5: Sanji

Pros:

literally such a sweetheart

traumatized just like me

always coming with the best insults

best cuddles cant tell me im wrong

so fucking kind <3

supports my nic addiction

also doesnt smoke around you if you dont like it

Cons:

probably wouldnt even look at me until i show him my tits (im a trans guy)

probably smokes a pack a day

thinks he can out smoke me when im literally a feind for nic

on the off chance he gets in a relationship with me he still would flirt with other women and i have abandonment issues

Number 4: Ace

Pros:

Also very much a sweetheart

hes silly and knows how to always make you laugh

personal heater for the winter

will let you trace his freckles

best kisses ong

make cute little shapes with his flames

Cons:

probably wont let you wear his hat

will fake punch you like a brother

too damn sexy

also way too hot during the summer like do not cuddle me i will not go to sleep in the heat

Number 3: Bartolomeo

Pros:

his hair is green meaning hes gotta be a walking green flag

will let you wear his clothes

especially his jacket

wants to kiss you every chance he can

fanboys over anything

hypes you up for anything you want to do

Cons:

doesnt clean his piercings so you have to force him

doesnt understand personal space

Number 2: Rosinante

Pros:

another man that will let you wear his clothes

theyre gonna be huge since hes 9 foot 7

big friendly giant

when he trips bc hes clumsy he requires your kisses to feel better

will pick you up and carry you around if you let him

lets you help him with his makeup

always makes time for you no matter what hes doing

smile brighter than my future

Cons:

Number 1: Izou

Pros:

bro is damn gorgeous

will ask your opinion on everything when shopping for makeup

will even do your makeup if you want him to

self care king

even when youre not feeling it he will at least help you do the most basic things

very patient with only you

big on protecting you

smooches your forehead or temple a ton

has you help with his nightly routine

Cons:

has you ALWAYS help with his nightly routine

“oh im too tired can you do it yourself tonight?”

“Thats too damn bad my hair needs to shine brighter than the sun”

always looks more stunning than you (when is it my turn buddy >:( )

doing his makeup last over an hour

(this one is personal but i wanna cosplay him so bad but hes so feminine im scared i might get mad dysphoria)

thats all :)

[bloodreinasbathwater]

Where Kings Land

Part 1

Jacaerys Velaryon x Stark! Reader

a.n: I finally get the hype about Jace. This right here is one fine man. the hair, the freckles, the big nose. ALL of it. this is part 1 of the miniseries for House of the Dragon, and it's my first time writing outside of the regular asoiaf series. Enjoy and please lmk what you think!!

Warnings: manipulation, not proofread, yelling, cursing? talk of beheading and treason.

Word Count: 4,900

masterlist link

summary: In the harsh lands of the North, where winter's bite is ever-present, a tale of duty, desire, and deception unfolds within the ancient walls of Winterfell. Y/N Stark, sister to the absent Lord Cregan, finds herself caught in a web of political intrigue as the realm teeters on the brink of civil war.

...

The heavy wooden door slammed behind her with a resounding thud, echoing through the granite corridors of Winterfell. Y/n Stark—sister to the Lord of Winterfell, Cregan Stark—strode purposefully down the hallway, her frustration evident in every step. The torches lining the walls cast flickering shadows across her face, highlighting the furrow of her brow. She yanked her fur cloak tighter around her shoulders, warding off the perpetual chill that seeped through the ancient stones. The servants scurried out of her path, lowering their eyes as she passed. Y/n barely noticed them, her mind occupied with the litany of tasks that lay before her. The castle, a sprawling behemoth of grey stone and timber, was a living, breathing entity, and Y/n felt the weight of its responsibilities press down on her.

Cregan, her brother, was a warrior, a leader born to the battlefield. He thrived on the thrill of the hunt, the clash of steel, the shouts of battle. The day-to-day running of Winterfell, the endless paperwork, the constant negotiations, the delicate dance of alliances and diplomacy… these fell upon his shoulders. He was a silent force, a steady hand guiding the ship through the turbulent seas of politics and power.

Reaching the grand hall, Y/n paused, her gaze sweeping over the gathered lords and ladies. Their conversations buzzed like a hive of bees, their laughter echoing off the vaulted ceiling. She longed to be amongst them, to share in the joy of a feast, to ease the burden of her thoughts, but the weight of the impending winter hung heavy on her heart.

The biting wind whipped around Y/n's face as she ascended the final steps to the maester's tower. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and old magic, a familiar and comforting aroma despite its inherent chill. Inside, the room was bathed in the soft glow of a single lantern, casting long shadows across the piles of scrolls and tomes that littered the floor. Y/n's boots clicked against the stone floor, a sharp counterpoint to the rustle of the raven that perched on the window sill, its beady eyes fixed on her with an unsettling intelligence. The bird was a harbinger of news, always, and today, its arrival had filled her with a sense of foreboding dread.

“You've got ravens in your hair,” the maester, Alyn, said with a dry chuckle, his voice raspy from years of whispering secrets into ancient texts. He was a frail figure, his fingers gnarled and stained with ink, his eyes filled with a wisdom that seemed to encompass the entirety of the world. She brushed at her hair, dislodging a stray feather that had become entangled in its braids. 'They know I'm coming for them,' she said, her voice tight. 'They always seem to.'

Alyn nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes. 'King's Landing sends more than its fair share of worries north,' he said, gesturing to the table in the centre of the room. It was an imposing piece, carved from ancient oak, the surface groaning under the weight of a mountain of sealed parchments. Y/n sighed, letting the weight of the responsibility settle upon her shoulders. Every one of those scrolls contained a new burden, a new demand, a new headache she would have to unravel. The North had always been harsh, a land of unforgiving winters and fiercer people.

'What's the news, maester?' she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Alyn shuffled through the pile of scrolls, his gaze searching for a particular one. “They're now threatening us with dragon fire, my lady,” he stated solemnly, the chain around his neck clinking softly.

Y/n's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the pile of letters that lay on the table before her. Her jaw clenched, her anger rising like a tide. “Burn them,” she commanded, her voice sharp and decisive. “Burn all the letters. We will not answer, nor will we cower.”

Alyn's eyebrows rose in surprise, but Y/n's resolve only grew stronger. “Prince Jacaerys should be here any day. We will make good with the Blacks.”

Maester Alyn leaned back in his chair, studying her face. 'Are you certain, my lady? This is a dangerous game we play. The Green's dragons—"

“Are no more fearsome than the winter that forged us,” Y/n cut him off. She moved to the window, gazing out over the frost-covered courtyard. “My brother may be in the north of the Wall, but we will not be cowed by southern threats.”

Her words echoed through the frigid halls, carrying with them a resolute determination that belied her youth. “You are right, my lady,” he said at last.

Y/n turned to him, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. “Thank you, Maester Alyn. Please, have the letters burned. We must prepare for the prince's arrival. We’ll show him true Northern hospitality. And maester," she added, a hint of a smile playing at her lips, "make sure we have plenty of that strong northern ale. We'll need it for the toast when we pledge our support to Queen Rhaenyra."

Maester Alyn nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. He reached for the candle on his desk, ready to carry out her orders. "As you wish, my lady. there's one more," he said softly, holding out a sealed parchment. "It arrived separately... and it's addressed to you personally."

Y/n hesitated, then took the letter. The seal bore the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, but something about it seemed different. More... personal. With a swift motion, she broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. Her eyes scanned the contents, and her face hardened.

"It's from Aegon," she said, her voice tight. She began to read aloud:

"My dearest y/n,

The silence between us cuts like shards of Valyrian steel, slicing through my soul. Do you remember the stolen moments in the godswood, under the watchful eyes of the old gods? The promises we made beneath the heart tree?I await your reply to our ravens with bated breath, much as I once awaited your stolen glances across the great hall.

But make no mistake, my white wolf. Your beauty will not shield the North from my wrath should you choose wrongly. Aemond grows impatient and Vhagar hungers for blood. With one word, we could reduce Winterfell to nothing but ash and bone.

Remember this, my sweetling: fire destroys ice. And dragons do not forgive.

Choose wisely. Choose me.

Yours in fire and blood, Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm"

y/n’s hand shook as she finished reading, her knuckles white where she gripped the parchment. The maester watched her, concern etched on his weathered face.

"My lady," he began cautiously, "what—"

"Burn it," Y/n interrupted, her voice cold as the Wall itself. "Burn it with the rest." She tossed the letter onto the pile, her eyes blazing with a fury to match any dragon's flame.

…

Amidst the icy grip of the winter, the last traces of sunlight had long since disappeared beyond the horizon when a thunderous beating of dragon wings shattered the bleak silence. Y/n stood in Winterfell's snowy courtyard, her chilled breath leaving clouds in the frigid air as she looked up to witness the dark shape descending from the sky.

With ethereal grace surprising for its size, the dragon landed with a resounding thud and steam rising from its scales as they met the frosty ground. As its rider dismounted, y/n found herself frozen in place, her carefully prepared greeting dying on her lips.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon strode towards her, his Valyrian features softened by Stark coloring. Dark curls framed his face, windswept from the flight. But it was his eyes that caught y/n off guard - soft and kind, yet holding a depth that spoke of burdens she had yet to find out.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall away. Y/n's heart raced as she stood before the prince, a stranger yet somehow familiar. She couldn't explain the sudden pull she felt towards him, as if they shared a connection beyond words. But at the same time, fear and doubt crept in, questioning if this was all just a dream or a cruel trick of fate.

Jacaerys approached, his movements as graceful as the dragon he rode. His brow furrowed slightly at her silence. He glanced around, perhaps wondering if he'd made some misstep. Finally, he bowed low, breaking the spell. "Lady Stark," he said, his voice a low, warm timbre that sent a shiver down her spine. " I am honored to meet you. And I thank you for your hospitality."

Y/n blinked, suddenly aware of the eyes of the entire courtyard upon them. She straightened, pulling her mask of cool composure back into place. "Prince Jacaerys," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Winterfell welcomes you. Please, come inside where it's warm. We have much to discuss."

As she turned to lead him into the castle, Y/n caught the prince studying her with curiosity. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a challenging look of her own. Whatever this feeling was, she couldn't afford to let it distract her. The fate of the North hung in the balance.

Yet as they walked, she couldn't help but be acutely aware of his presence just behind her, like the warmth of a flame at her back in the cold northern night.

…

The Brown Room lived up to its name, with rich walnut paneling and fur-draped chairs that spoke of comfort in the face of long northern nights. Y/N led Jacaerys inside, the scent of beeswax candles and old parchment greeting them. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered table where ledgers and letters vied for space.

Y/N gestured to a high-backed chair. "Please, sit," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. She reached for a decanter, the crystal cool against her fingers. "Would you care for some wine, my Lord? It's a Dornish red – my favorite one."

Jacaerys settled into the chair, his eyes roaming the room before settling on Y/N. "Thank you, my lady. And please, call me Jace."

As she poured, a drop of wine escaped, staining the cuff of her sleeve crimson. Y/N barely noticed, too aware of Jace's proximity, the warmth radiating from him in the cool room.

"What did you wish to discuss, my lady?" Jace broached softly, accepting the goblet with a nod of thanks.

Suddenly, the room felt stifling. Y/N's heavy fur cloak, a necessity in Winterfell's drafty halls, now seemed unbearable. She shed it, draping it over the tall oak chair behind her. The firelight caught the silver direwolf clasp as it settled.

"Our support," Y/N replied, forcing herself to meet Jace's gaze. His eyes, she noticed, were flecked with gold in the candlelight. She swallowed hard and continued, "We have two thousand men. Strong northern fighters. We call them Winter Wolves."

Jace leaned forward, interest piqued. "Winter Wolves? An apt name, I'd wager."

Y/N allowed herself a small smile. "Indeed. They're as fierce as their namesake and twice as loyal." She moved to the table, rifling through the papers until she found a particular map. As she spread it out, the familiar scent of ink and parchment helped ground her.

"Here," she pointed, "is where we've gathered them. They await only my brother's word - or mine, in his absence."

Jace stood, moving to study the map. His arm brushed Y/N's as he leaned in, and she caught a whiff of leather and something else - perhaps the lingering scent of dragon scales. Jacaerys studied the map closely, tracing his fingers over the different markings and symbols. He was impressed by the precision and detail of the Winter Wolves' gathering points.

"Your brother must be a formidable leader to have gathered such a force in such a short time," Jace remarked, straightening up and turning to face Y/N.

"Yes, he is," Y/N said with pride.

"This is... more than we dared hope for," Jace admitted, his voice low and warm.

Outside, a wolf howled in the distance, a lonely sound that seemed to echo Y/N's inner turmoil. She squared her shoulders, pushing away the unwelcome feelings. Jace's brow furrowed as he studied Y/N's face. "My lady, are you well? You seem... flushed."

Y/N startled, realizing she'd been staring. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, painfully aware of the dampness at her temples. "I'm fine, my- Jace," she corrected herself. "I was... under the weather a few days ago. Nothing serious."

Jace's eyes softened with concern. Jace's hand hovers near Y/N's elbow, his fingers poised as if ready to reach out and catch her. She can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin, and she can sense the electricity between them, even though he's not quite touching her. "Perhaps you should sit. We needn't discuss everything tonight."

The gentleness in his voice made Y/N's heart flutter. She sank into a nearby chair, Jace following suit. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving her his full attention. His eyes were pools of liquid silver, soft and caring as they searched Y/N's face.

"Tell me," he said softly, "how are you truly faring? It can't be easy, managing the North in your brother's absence."

Y/N's carefully constructed walls began to crumble under his earnest gaze. "It's... challenging," she admitted. "Especially with the constant stream of demands from King's Landing."

Jace's expression darkened. "Ah, yes. I've heard whispers of Aegon's... correspondence."

Y/N couldn't hide the flash of frustration that crossed her face. "Correspondence," she scoffed. "Threats, more like. Your cousin seems to think he can bully the North into submission."

"My cousin," Jace said, his voice low and intense, "forgets that winter roses have thorns." He reached out, this time taking Y/N's hand in his. The touch sent a jolt through her. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "You needn't face this alone, my lady."

Y/N found herself lost in his eyes, warm and sincere. "I... thank you, Jace," she murmured.

A log shifted in the fireplace, sending up a shower of sparks. Jace glanced at the flames, then back to Y/N, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. "You know, where I come from, they say the dragonfires pale in comparison to the warmth of a northern welcome."

Despite herself, Y/N laughed. "Is that so? And how does our hospitality measure up?"

Jace's thumb traced circles on the back of her hand, his touch feather-light. "Oh, it exceeds all expectations, my lady. Though I must confess, I find myself most warmed by present company."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn, but for once, she didn't mind the heat. A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips as she gazed into his captivating eyes. "You're quite the charmer, Prince Jacaerys."

"Only when properly inspired," is all he replied.

…

The pale light of dawn crept over Winterfell's stone walls, casting long shadows across the frosted courtyard. Y/N stood in the stables, her breath visible in the crisp morning air.

Her fingers, slightly numb from the cold, worked methodically on the leather straps of her horse's saddle. The familiar motions were soothing - tighten, adjust, check, repeat. The rich scent of hay and horse sweat mingled with the earthy aroma of leather oil.

As she worked, Y/N caught herself glancing repeatedly towards the castle, anticipation building in her chest.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her heart quicken. Jace appeared in the stable doorway, silhouetted against the brightening sky. He stifled a yawn, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Y/N noticed the slight disarray of his dark curls and felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to smooth them.

"My lady," Jace greeted, his voice husky with sleep. He cleared his throat, offering a sheepish smile. "You're up early."

Y/N felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward. "The North waits for no one, Your Grace," she replied, handing him a set of reins. Their fingers brushed, and Y/N pretended not to notice the warmth that spread from the point of contact. "Are you ready for an adventure?"

As they set out, the rhythmic clop of hooves against cobblestone gave way to the muffled thud of earth. The misty woods enveloped them, tendrils of fog curling around the horses' legs. Droplets of dew clung to Y/N's eyelashes, refracting the weak sunlight into tiny prisms.

Y/N led the way, her posture relaxed and confident in the saddle. She navigated the invisible path with ease, ducking low-hanging branches and steering around hidden roots. Behind her, she could hear Jace's horse snorting softly, its rider muttering gentle reassurances.

"I can hardly see the path," Jace called out, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

Y/N twisted in her saddle, catching Jace's eye with a mischievous glint in her own. "That's because there isn't one," she replied, allowing a rare, playful smile to cross her features.

The forest was a symphony of morning sounds. Birds trilled their dawn chorus, their songs echoing through the mist-shrouded trees. Small creatures rustled in the underbrush, sending leaves skittering across the forest floor. The earthy scent of damp soil and pine needles filled the air, punctuated by the occasional whiff of wild mint when Y/N's horse trampled a hidden patch.

Hours seemed to pass as they wound their way through the increasingly dense forest. Y/N found herself hyper-aware of Jace's presence behind her. She could feel his eyes on her back, and fought the urge to glance over her shoulder more often than necessary.

Finally, they came upon a rocky outcropping. Y/N dismounted with practiced grace, her boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. She patted her horse's flank, murmuring soft words of thanks. From the corner of her eye, she watched Jace dismount, noting the slight stiffness in his movements after the long ride.

Jace stretched, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. His brow furrowed as he surveyed their surroundings. "My lady," he began, a hint of amusement in his tone, "I hate to question your expertise, but this looks suspiciously like a dead end."

Y/N's laugh echoed off the rocks, startling a nearby bird into flight. "Patience, Your Grace," she said, her eyes twinkling with secret knowledge. "The best treasures are often hidden."

She reached out, taking Jace's hand in hers. His palm was warm against her cool fingers, and she felt a flutter in her stomach at the contact. Pushing the feeling aside, she led him towards what appeared to be a solid rock face.

As they drew closer, a narrow opening revealed itself, barely visible unless one knew exactly where to look. Y/N squeezed through first, tugging Jace along behind her. The passage was tight, the rough stone scraping against their shoulders. Cool, damp air enveloped them, carrying the faint mineral scent of underground water.

Jace's breath was warm on the back of Y/N's neck as they inched forward in the dim light. She was acutely aware of his presence, of the way his chest occasionally brushed against her back in the narrow confines.

Suddenly, the passage opened up. Y/N stepped aside, allowing Jace to fully enter the cavern. She watched his face intently, savoring the moment his eyes widened in awe.

Sunlight streamed through an opening high above, illuminating a spectacular waterfall. The water, tinted an ethereal light blue by minerals in the rock, cascaded down in a thunderous rush before crashing into a pool below. Mist rose from the impact, creating tiny rainbows where the light hit just right.

"By the gods," Jace breathed, his voice barely audible over the roar of the falls. He turned to Y/N, wonder written across his features. "It's incredible."

Y/N felt a warmth bloom in her chest at his reaction. "Welcome to my secret place," she said softly, suddenly feeling shy. "Not even Cregan knows about this."

Jace's gaze softened as he looked at her, something unspoken passing between them. "Thank you for sharing this with me," he said, his voice low and sincere.

They settled on a smooth rock near the pool's edge, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. The mist from the falls cooled their skin, a welcome relief after the long ride. Y/N pulled out a small bundle from her saddlebag - bread, cheese, and a flask of sweet northern ale.

The conversation lulled, replaced by the constant rush of the waterfall. Y/N traced patterns in the damp sand with a stick, her eyes distant. Jace watched her, noting the slight furrow in her brow.

"A copper for your thoughts, my lady?" he asked softly.

Y/N looked up, a rueful smile tugging at her lips. "Just thinking about duties," she said. "They never seem to end, do they?"

Jace nodded, understanding in his eyes. "The burden of our birthrights," he agreed. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be free of them."

"Free," Y/N echoed, the word hanging in the mist between them. She sighed, tossing the stick into the pool. "Cregan writes often of my duties. He's pressuring me more and more to find a husband."

Jace's expression shifted, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "I... I apologize if I'm intruding, but may I ask why you haven't? Surely you've had no shortage of suitors."

Y/N met his gaze, finding unexpected comfort in the warmth she saw there. "Because I want love," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want a simple life, filled with moments like this." She gestured to the cavern around them. "But how can I promise forever to someone when tomorrow is so uncertain? How can I build a life amidst a war?"

Jace was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "Love in wartime," he mused. "It's not an easy path, but perhaps... perhaps it's the very thing that makes the fight worthwhile."

Y/N felt her heart quicken at his words. "And what of you, Prince Jacaerys? What does your heart seek in these troubled times?"

Jace's gaze softened as he looked at her. "I seek a partner," he said quietly. "Someone to stand beside me, not behind me. Someone who understands duty but hasn't lost sight of dreams." He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Someone who knows the value of secret waterfalls and stolen moments."

The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken possibility. Y/N felt drawn to him, like a moth to flame, but held herself back. This was not the time, not with so much at stake.

"It seems we both seek something rare and precious," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Jace nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Perhaps the gods will be kind," he murmured.

…

The iron-bound gates of Winterfell groaned open, admitting Y/N and Jace as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, punctuated by the sharp tang of approaching frost. Their horses' hooves clattered against the worn cobblestones, the sound echoing off the ancient stone walls.

As they dismounted, Y/N felt the day's exertion in her muscles, a pleasant ache that spoke of adventure and freedom. She caught Jace's eye, noticing how the fading light caught the silver threads in his jerkin, making them shimmer like starlight.

"Jace," she began, her voice low and tinged with an emotion she dared not name, "today was—"

"Lady Y/N! Lady Y/N!" The frantic shout shattered the moment like a stone through ice.

Y/N's transformation was instantaneous and mesmerizing. Her shoulders squared, chin lifting as if an invisible crown had settled upon her brow. The softness in her eyes hardened to flint, sharp enough to cut.

"What is it?" she demanded, her voice crisp as a midwinter morning.

The guard skidded to a halt before them, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "My lady, there's been... an incident. You're needed urgently."

Y/N nodded curtly. "Lead on," she commanded, then turned to Jace. "Your Grace, I must attend to this. Perhaps we could speak later..."

Jace stepped forward, close enough that Y/N could smell the leather of his riding gloves and a hint of something spicy—cloves, perhaps. "If you'll allow me, I'd like to accompany you.”

Y/N hesitated, then inclined her head in agreement. They followed the guard, their footsteps echoing through Winterfell's torch-lit corridors. The warmth of the castle was a stark contrast to the chill outside, yet Y/N felt a different kind of coldness settling in her bones.

They entered a small, dim room that reeked of fear and desperation. A man knelt on the floor, the rattle of his chains a counterpoint to his broken sobs. In the flickering torchlight, his tear-stained face looked ghastly, almost skull-like.

"What has he done?" Y/N's voice cut through the room like a blade.

The man looked up, his eyes wide and pleading. Y/N's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere like a blade, her words sharp and filled with accusation. The man shrunk back in his seat, his eyes wide and pleading as he desperately tried to defend himself.

"My lady," he stammered, "I beg you... I was only going to King's Landing, to pledge myself to King Aegon, my children. Is that such a crime?" His voice trembled with fear and uncertainty, his hands shaking as he awaited her judgement.

Y/N's gaze bore into him, seeking any sign of deceit or treachery. Observation seemed to be her weapon of choice, and she wielded it with expert precision. Y/N's lips thinned. "If you wished to leave, you could have done so freely. We do not hold men against their will in the North. Or have you forgotten our ways so quickly?"

The guard cleared his throat, the sound like gravel underfoot. "There's more, my lady. He attempted to steal half the winter rations and one of our best horses. Caught him in the act, we did."

The man's sobs crescendoed. "You can't behead an innocent man!" he wailed, his voice cracking. "You and Lord Cregan, you'll be the death of House Stark! The North will remember this betrayal!"

Y/N stood motionless, but Jace saw the almost imperceptible tightening of her jaw, the slight tremor in her clenched fists. The room fell silent save for the man's ragged breathing and the soft hiss of the torches.

Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to keep her composure. Jace watched as Y/N stood motionless, her face a mask of stoic determination, but he could see the anger burning in her gaze.

"Send him to the Wall," Jace suggested, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Y/N's chest. "It's a harsh sentence, yes, but one that allows him to redeem himself in service to the realm."

Y/N turned to him, her eyes unreadable in the dim light. "Or I could let him go," she mused, her voice barely above a whisper. "But then, what message would that send? That theft and betrayal go unpunished in the North?"

"Take his fingers, my lady," the guard interjected. "It's an old punishment, aye, but effective. He'd bear the mark of his crime, but keep his life and limbs... most of them, at least."

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, and in that moment, Jace saw the weight of the North resting on her shoulders. When she opened them again, they gleamed with resolve.

"You've given me much to consider," she said, her voice steady as the foundations of Winterfell itself. "I'll not make this decision in haste. Guard, take him to the cells. See that he's fed and given water. I'll pass judgment when the sun rises."

As the guard led the prisoner away, his pleas fading down the corridor, Y/N turned to Jace. The torchlight cast dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp planes of her cheekbones and the weariness in her eyes.

Jace moved towards Y/N, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, a welcome warmth against the coldness that had nestled in her chest. He spoke gently, never breaking eye contact with her. "You carry your burden with grace, my lady," he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.

Y/N held his gaze for a moment, allowing herself to bask in the comfort of his words. But as quickly as it had come, the moment passed. She took a step back, "Grace," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Grace is a luxury, Your Grace. In the North, we survive on harsher virtues."

Her eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a wintry gleam. The soft curves of her face seemed to harden, as if the very stone of Winterfell was seeping into her bones. With those words, Y/N turned away, her cloak swirling around her like a shroud. As she walked deeper into the shadows of Winterfell's halls, Jace was left with the unsettling feeling that he'd glimpsed not just the Lady of Winterfell, but a portent of the harsh days to come.

The torches guttered in a sudden draft, and for a moment, the corridor was plunged into darkness. When the light returned, Y/N was gone, leaving behind only the echo of her words and the lingering chill of premonition.

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hello, i would like to place an order for BoB! how would they react if they dated a shy girl? ☺️

Nonny, this is such a darling idea and I have SO MANY thoughts! I didn't include ALL of the Easy men because there's so many of them, so have a few and let me know what you think! Requests are open and I simply love getting BoB requests!

Dick Winters:

-A soft and sweet-natured man that doesn't push boundaries and is so so so respectful of your shy demeanor.

-Really tries to get to know you before he expresses any interest in dating you because he doesn't want to scare you off

-He's a very reassuring presence so if you're ever nervous in public, he's going to be right by your side the entire time

-Loves getting alone time with you and getting to hear all of the thoughts you don't feel comfortable sharing in public

-Isn't into PDA anyway, but definitely loves kissing your hand to say goodbye. It's just a sweet and tender gesture to let you know how much you mean to him.

-Would, in fact, write you love letters

Lewis Nixon:

-Super chill about it and not overly pushy when it comes to your boundaries; you're perfect the way that you are and he never misses an opportunity to express that

-Definitely gives some light teasing when you get shy around him and loves to see you blush

-Likes holding your hand when you're in public places so that you know you're not alone

-Doesn't like socializing much with other people ANYWAY, so he'll use you as an excuse to skip out and relax with you instead

-Kisses the crown of your head as a comforting gesture when you're anxious about things or overstimulated

-Really good at initiating conversations and getting you talking when it's just the two of you; plus he loves to see you laugh!

Ronald Speirs:

-This man is an introvert KING anyway, so there's definitely some comfortable silence between the two of you

-And if anyone is ever making you feel uncomfortable or anxious, it's the scary dog privilege (pun intended) that he gets to have as he glares at people

-Would guide you through a crowded room with his hand on the small of your back and keep an arm around you as a physical reassurance

-Gets really soft with you and is able to open up and get you talking/share his own thoughts and feelings. It's a sign that he's comfortable with you for sure.

-Not big on PDA at all, but eye contact is his thing if you're in public. He always has an eye on you and is making sure that you're okay.

-Prefers the quiet nights when it's just the two of you talking, most likely during pillow-talk and he just gets to be really intimate and open with you.

Buck Compton:

-This man is so extroverted and everyone just loves being around him but he loves being around you because you have such a calming effect on other people.

-He definitely is the chatterbox in this relationship, but he loves that you're such a good listener and he always tries to reciprocate that when you want to talk.

-Is very good at reading nonverbal cues and knows exactly when you want to leave somewhere or if you're getting overwhelmed

-Post-war, he's definitely a little more selectively social and gets flustered in social situations easily; you're able to be his rock and something as simple as holding his hand grounds him

-20/10 would rather be cuddling you than out with other people though

-Is respectfully pursuing you and trying to get to know you in the most genuinely sweet way possible—and loves when you share things with him

Carwood Lipton:

-A soft sweetheart who is rather introverted himself, though he's good with people. That being said, he's the perfect man to have an S/O that's shy.

-He's a great listener, knows how to communicate and ask the right sort of questions to get to the root of things, and never just offers solutions/advice unless you're asking for it

-Loves to be next to you and holding your hand in public

-Will hype you up for certain social situations that you have to go to; and never misses an opportunity to tell you how amazing and great you are

-Doesn't really care much what other people think, but he cares about what YOU think and what your thoughts are.

-Gives the best hugs after social interactions or things that cause anxiety

Joseph Liebgott:

-This man can and would and HAS thrown hands over people being mean or rude with how shy you are

-Is fiercely protective of you and your sweet demeanor—even if it's you putting yourself down, it's not going to fly with him

-He's a very verbal person and he's going to need you to tell him if you're feeling overwhelmed or anxious, though he is doing his best to pay attention to such things

-A cuddler and a clingy boyfriend anyway?? So even if you're shy about PDA, there's no getting around how much he needs to be touching you or be around you

-Is an excellent hype-man in the sense that he's trash-talking everyone else for not being cool enough or man enough to talk to you or to try and get to know you

-Is very soft when it's just the two of you and loves kissing your brow

Donald Malarkey:

-Absolute sweetheart to you from the get-go and isn't pushy at all about trying to get to know you

-In fact, sharing something with you might just be the way that he captures your heart haha; a shared piece of chocolate, notes for a class, whatever it might be, he's doing something simple and sweet to get you to notice him

-Never pushes you to talk about things that you don't want to talk about; and definitely rambles about some random stuff in the relationship

-Loves seeing you smile and just wants you to be happy

-Isn't big on PDA either, but would definitely hold your hand in public

-Not about to throw hands but he will call people out if they're being rude or aggressive when you're feeling particularly shy

Eugene Roe:

-A genuine angel?? Like this man is already an introvert and so being with you is just heaven for him

-Speaks really soft in French to compliment you and will not translate, given the fact that you will surely blush and get all shy on him haha

-Leaves you sweet love notes all over the place

-Definitely doesn't leave your side when you're out in public and is really attentive to you being uncomfortable in situations or overstimulated

-Would be just as happy to dance with you in the backyard of your home as the sun is setting than to go out in public to a dance or something

-Compliments about your shyness and how it just makes you a kinder and more genuine person

Bill Guarnere:

-Mouthy king who DOES NOT understand how he even ended up with you in the first place???

-But worry not, because he's out here ready to defend your honor (or whatever he thinks that is) at any given time. No one gets to tease you about your shyness except for him.

-Nicknames related to your shy demeanor that are only lightly teasing

-Is really soft when it's just the two of you and wants to give you the entire world haha

-He knows when he needs to tone things down and when he just needs to be your person

-Definitely gets slightly dramatic when it's just the two of you and treats you like an actual princess

Joe Toye:

-Perfectly calm with a shy person and honestly prefers the quiet life that the two of you get to lead together

-He's not SUPER extroverted, but he's perfectly happy getting to be the person who orders things for you or who does the talking.

-Asks and checks on how you're doing when you're out in public and keeps an eye on how other people are interacting with you. If he so much as senses that other people are gonna be too much, he will insert himself into the conversation to mediate.

-Loves napping and cuddling with you after long social activities

-Figured out that music is a really good way to say things without having to say things—so dancing together quietly is a good way to initiate conversations

-Communication is really important to him and so is hearing what you're thinking about; it's the best part of his day

George Luz:

-How did you end up together anyhow?? This man probably joked and offended you, felt bad—did some romantic gesture—and then learned how to be soft in your presence and tone things down

-Would, in fact, verbally decimate people who decide to be stand-offish or rude

-Always makes it a point to make you laugh when you're nervous or particularly shy—it seems to help you relax in social interactions

-Cheek kisses in public

-Brags about you all of the time to anyone he talks to

-Never misses an opportunity to compliment you and let you know that he loves you

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

28. Burgandy

Note: a lot of terrible jokes will be in here. You have been warned.

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The night in Bangkok was warm and balmy, the city lights twinkling through the large windows of aespa’s hotel suite. After an electrifying concert, the group had finally made it back to their hotel room, exhausted but still riding the high of their performance.

Giselle was lying on the couch, scrolling through her phone with half-lidded eyes, clearly on the edge of sleep. Karina and Winter were still in their stage outfits, their energy somehow not completely drained after giving it their all on stage. Ningning was perched at the dining table, surrounded by a pile of snacks they’d bought earlier, happily munching away as if they hadn't just finished a full concert.

Meanwhile, Y/n was slouched in one of the armchairs, finally feeling the weight of the day hitting him. Between handling backstage logistics, checking on the equipment, and making sure the girls were all set for their performances, it had been a whirlwind. All he wanted now was to relax, maybe sneak a few moments of peace before crashing into bed.

Of course, his hopes for a quiet night were quickly dashed.

“Y/n-oppa!!” Ningning called out, tossing a pack of chips his way with a playful grin. “Don’t think you’re escaping tonight.”

He caught the chips (not looking btw), groaning. “What did I do this time?”

Winter shot him a mischievous look. “We’re bored. And you know what happens when we’re bored.”

“…Please no,” Y/n muttered, already sensing where this was going. He loved the girls, but their idea of ‘fun’ usually involved pulling him into some kind of shenanigans, and after a long day like this, he wasn’t sure he had the energy.

“For the love of God, please no…”

“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” Giselle asked, sitting up suddenly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Instagram live.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and he shook his head immediately. “Oh fck that sht, I’m not doing this.”

Karina laughed, nudging him playfully. “Come on, Y/n! The fans love when you join us. Plus, it’s tradition now.”

“We’ve dragged you into doing dumb stuff so far,” Ningning added with a grin. “Why break the streak now?”

“Because I value my peace and quiet,” Y/n said, leaning his head back against the chair in defeat. “Can’t you guys just enjoy a normal, quiet night like normal people?”

“We ain’t normal.” Winter smirked. “Plus, where’s the fun in that?”

Before Y/n could protest any further, Ningning was already starting the live stream, waving at the camera with her usual enthusiasm. “Hey, MYs! We’re here in our hotel room, relaxing before our next stop on the tour. And guess what? We’ve dragged our lovely manager into the live today!”

Winter leaned over, shooting Y/n a teasing glance. “He’s the one that keeps us from going completely wild, but today? Naaaahhh.”

Y/n chuckled nervously as the chat exploded with comments. They had barely been live for a minute, and the fans were already buzzing about Y/n's sudden appearance.

“Why is he so shy?!” Winter read aloud, laughing. “Come on, Y/n, say something to the MYs!”

He waved awkwardly at the camera. “Uh, hey. I’m just here to make sure they don’t burn the hotel down. Again.”

The girls burst out laughing, and Giselle leaned into the frame. “Hey, no one needs to know about the last fire incident.”

“We didn’t burn anything!” Ningning protested through giggles. “We just… almost did.”

As the chat filled with fans reacting to the banter, Karina, ever the master of stirring things up, raised an eyebrow. “Y/n, the fans want to know who your favourite member is. You’re live now, no dodging the question.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You guys really want to get me in trouble, don’t you?”

Ningning grinned mischievously. “Just tell them the truth.”

“Nah. I’m the favourite aespa member.” Y/n gave up. And it was the start of the chat raging in hype.

The comment starts from “let’s gooo!! Y/n the king!” To “Damn, even he gets infected by aespa’s weirdness.”

Soon after, the chat flooded with terrible puns. One fan wrote: “What’s aespa’s favorite snack? Aespa-ghetti!” Another: “Do aespa members use the My-way app?”

(Yes they r terrible and I own it)

Winter leaned over to show him the screen. “Look at this one: ‘How does Karina fix her mistakes? With aespa-logies.’”

Y/n groaned dramatically. “Oh, that’s so bad. So, so bad.”

Giselle patted him on the back. “Get used to it. Our fans have terrible humor, and we love them for it."

From the back, Ningning shouted with an epiphany. "OH! We have a good joke as well!"

"Oh right that one!" Giselle, seemingly knew the memo, shouted. And it seemed like the remaining girls knew as well, judging from their giggle. "MYs we have one for you guys."

"Which one?" Y/n was confused.

"Ok, ok." Karina started. "What is the colour of a hamburger?"

While Y/n stared blankly at the girls, trying to understand what is going on, the girls averted their eyes and tried their best to not burst out laughing.

"1,2" They counted in union. "Burgandy."

The aespa girls turned away embarrassed. Y/n's expression turned from shocked…to disgusted.

"…YOU GUYS SUCKS!" He pinched his nose, wishing that he could just run away from how obnoxious it was.

As the comments kept rolling in (and a moment of recovering for Y/n), Ningning suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh my God, listen to this one: ‘Why did the manager cross the road? To get to aespa’s concert on time.’”

Y/n chuckled despite himself, but he quickly fired back, “At least I’m on time for once.”

Karina leaned toward him, grinning. “We’ve been meaning to ask you about that. Ever since the Tokyo leg, you’ve been strangely… efficient. We were kinda hoping for more chaos.”

"Live report!" Giselle shouted. "Y/n's more efficient these days! What is your secret?" The camera zoomed into Y/n, strikingly similar to a news report.

Y/n shook his head, given up and smiling. “What can I say? I’ve learned from my past mistakes. No more accidental double-bookings. I’m too good now.”

As the live continued, the girls bantered with the fans, reading out comments and responding with their usual charm. They shared highlights from the concert, funny moments from backstage, and teased Y/n at every opportunity.

“Someone wants to know who Y/n’s favourite solo song is,” Ningning read aloud, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve been dodging this question for a while, mister.”

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. “Why do you always put me on the spot like this?” He turned to the screen. “Guys, they kept bugging me this question ever since the songs are done. Like, Why?”

“Because it’s fun,” Winter answered with a smirk. “Now tell us, who’s your favorite?”

The comments were filled with guesses, most fans assuming it would be Karina since he had previously chosen her solo song during rehearsals.

“I’m not answering this,” Y/n said, crossing his arms. “I refuse. I don’t want to trigger WW3”

“Oh, come on!” Karina whined, playfully nudging him. “You chose my song last time. Just admit it again.”

Winter leaned forward, grinning. “But you said my song was your favourite now, right? Tell the truth.”

Y/n groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re all impossible.”

Finally, with an exasperated sigh, he gave in. “Fine, Winter’s song is STILL my favourite now. There, I said it.”

Winter’s face lit up in triumph, while the other girls feigned outrage.

“Traitor!” Karina exclaimed, clutching her chest dramatically. “I can’t believe you switched sides.”

Ningning shook her head, laughing. “Minjeong-unnie dethroned the queen once again. This is big news.”

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in,” Karina said with a mock pout, though she was clearly enjoying the moment. “I’ll win him back with my next solo.”

As the live wound down, the girls said their goodbyes to the fans, promising more content and more fun in the future. Once the live ended, the room was filled with laughter, Y/n included.

“That was fun,” Winter said, stretching and yawning. “But now I’m exhausted.”

“You’re exhausted?” Y/n groaned.

“Me too,” Karina agreed, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. “Let’s call it a night.”

As the girls started heading to their rooms to get some well-deserved rest, Y/n pulled out his laptop, ready to wrap up a few last-minute travel details for the next stop.

Just as he started typing, Karina poked her head back into the room. “Hey, Y/n?”

“Hm?” he hummed, looking up.

“Thanks for putting up with us,” she said with a soft smile. “We know we can be a handful.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. “You guys aren’t that bad. Besides, I’ve gotten used to you lots.”

Karina grinned. “Well, don’t get too comfortable. There’s always more dumb stuff coming.”

“Oh no, please spare me, Your Highness” Y/n smiled to himself as she disappeared down the hallway. Chaos or not, he wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

-

The hotel suite in Singapore was buzzing with energy. Aespa had just wrapped up another concert, this time in front of a massive crowd that filled the stadium. Spirits were high, and despite their fatigue, the girls weren’t ready to wind down just yet. Singapore had been kind to them, and they wanted to savour every moment.

As the group sat around the dining table, Y/n was busy in the kitchenette, preparing a post-concert meal. It had somehow become a tradition over the last few stops for him to cook up something comforting after a show. The girls always loved it—whether it was ramen, fried rice, or whatever random ingredients he could scrounge up from room service and convenience store runs.

“Smells good, Y/n,” Winter called out from the table, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Y/n, who was stirring a pot of cheesy ramen on the stove, glanced over his shoulder with a mock scowl. “It better, or else you’re all ordering takeout.”

Karina, sitting with her feet propped up on a nearby chair, snickered. “I doubt you’ll let us starve, Y/n.”

“That’s right!” Ningning chimed in, grinning. “We’re your precious artists. You wouldn’t dare.”

"Nah, you guys more like the chirpy daughters, and I'm the tiring mom." Y/n chuckled

Giselle, who had been quietly setting up her phone, suddenly spoke up. “Guess what time it is, ladies?”

Karina immediately perked up, recognizing the tone in Giselle’s voice. “Oh no, we’re not doing it again, are we?”

“Oh yes, we are,” Giselle said with a sly grin, already tapping her phone. “Instagram live, baby.”

Y/n groaned audibly from the kitchen. “You shtting me. Didn’t we just do this in Bangkok?”

Ningning laughed, clapping her hands. “That was days ago! The MYs miss us already.”

“Correction, they miss our idiot,” Winter added with a smirk, pointing at Y/n.

“No way,” Y/n muttered, stirring the pot of ramen with more vigour than necessary. “I’m not getting dragged into another live.”

But it was too late. Giselle had already hit the start button, and the comments were flying in as soon as the live feed went up. The camera, aimed squarely at the table, caught all four girls in their post-concert glow, lounging around like they didn’t just perform for hours in front of thousands of people.

“Hi MYs!” Giselle greeted cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Guess what? We’re back, and we’ve got a special treat for you tonight.”

The camera panned to the kitchen, where Y/n stood at the stove, still trying to avoid being the centre of attention. The chat exploded with excitement, flooding the screen with hearts and laughing emojis.

“Y/n’s cooking again!” Karina teased, glancing at the camera with a mischievous grin. “Well, actually cooking.”

“He’s making cheesy ramen,” Winter added, sniffing the air. “It smells delicious.”

Y/n, realising there was no escaping it, turned around and waved half-heartedly at the camera. “Yeah, yeah. Ssup, MYs. Don’t get too excited. It’s just ramen.”

The comments were relentless, filled with fans asking him for recipes, wondering if he’d open a restaurant, or just teasing him about his newfound viral fame from the last few Instagram lives.

Ningning leaned forward, reading one of the comments aloud. “‘We want a cooking tutorial from Y/n!’ See, they love you, oppa.”

“I’m not giving cooking lessons,” Y/n replied, shaking his head. “I already taught them and they're a handful.”

Giselle, ever the instigator, zoomed in on the pot of ramen. “Come on, Y/n, show them what you’re working with. Give the people what they want.”

Y/n sighed, giving in. “Fine, but this isn’t a cooking show. It’s just ramen with cheese, people. Anyone can make this.”

He picked up the pot and held it up to the camera, showing off the gooey, cheesy noodles that had the girls practically drooling. The chat lit up with comments of approval, the fans clearly entertained by the whole scene.

“See? Chef Y/n at your service,” Karina said with a grin. “You’re spoiling us.”

Y/n set the pot back down and started dishing out bowls of ramen for the girls. “You know, I could just stop cooking, and you’d all have to fend for yourselves. I already taught you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Winter said, taking her bowl and grinning. “You’d miss us too much.”

The girls, now fully immersed in the live stream, started answering fan questions while enjoying their late-night snack. Meanwhile, Y/n continued to avoid the camera, focusing on cleaning up the small mess he had made while cooking.

“Okay, MYs,” Ningning said with a playful grin as she twirled some noodles around her chopsticks. “We’re going to do something fun. Let’s make Y/n answer some of your burning questions.”

Y/n, who had just finished washing a dish, froze. “No, no, no. I’m not doing this.”

“Oh, you are,” Karina said with a smirk. “The fans want answers.”

“Let’s see,” Giselle said, scrolling through the comments. “Someone asked if you’ve ever messed up a meal for us before.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that time. Not going into details but these girls kept bringing it up for no reason! They're mean!”

Karina gasped in mock offense. “Rude!”

As the Instagram live continued, the playful energy in the room remained strong. The girls had finished their ramen, lounging comfortably around the room, still buzzing with excitement from their concert in Bangkok. Y/n, who had somehow been dragged into their chaos, was doing his best to stay out of the spotlight.

That was, until Giselle spotted a question in the comments that made her grin mischievously.

“Oh, this is a good one,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Y/n, they want to know what your favourite anime is.”

Y/n, who had been enjoying the show from the sidelines, froze. He knew answering that question was going to stir up trouble, especially with the girls all being anime fans to varying degrees. He could already feel the debate brewing.

“Uh… do I have to answer that?” Y/n asked, glancing around, hoping for a lifeline from anyone in the room.

“Of course you do!” Winter exclaimed, leaning in with an eager grin. “You can’t escape this.”

“And you have to be completely honest,” Giselle added, pointing a chopstick in his direction like she was interrogating him.

Y/n sighed, knowing there was no way out. “Fine, fine. If I had to choose… I’d say ‘Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood’.”

(It’s a classic)

The chat erupted with excitement, and the girls all started talking at once.

“Oh, solid choice,” Giselle nodded, clearly approving. “A classic. Nice.”

Winter was quick to agree. “Fair, ‘Fullmetal’s awesome! The storyline, the characters—everything is great.”

However, Karina leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “Oh please, ’Fullmetal’? It’s so... expected.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me? Expected?”

Karina grinned and waved her hand dismissively. “I mean, yeah, it’s good, but it’s the safe choice. I’m disappointed in you, mister.”

“Oh, I’ve gotta hear this,” Y/n said, crossing his arms. “So, what’s your favorite anime then, Ms. Yoo?”

Without hesitation, Karina smirked and said, “‘Shin-chan’.”

The room went silent for a second as everyone stared at her, and then Y/n burst out laughing. “What the actual- really?”

Karina shook her head confidently. “Nope. It’s a masterpiece.”

Giselle, who had been sipping her water, choked a little. “You’re saying ‘Shin-chan’—the show where a five-year-old showing his peepee in every episode—is your favorite?”

Karina sat up straighter, completely serious. “It’s iconic. The humour, the way he interacts with the world—it’s genius. Not everything has to be deep and meaningful, you know.”

Winter snickered, nudging Y/n. “I think her taste in anime reflects her personality perfectly.”

“Oh, 100%,” Y/n replied, still grinning. “She’s definitely got that loser in a hot girl’s body energy.”

Ningning, who had been quietly following along, raised her hand timidly. “Wait… who’s Shin-chan? What are you guys talking about?”

The entire room turned to look at her, and Y/n blinked in disbelief. “You don’t know ‘Shin-chan’?”

“…am I suppose to?”

“BROOO!” Y/n groaned in agony, voicing the collective opinion of the chat. “I feel so old.”

Giselle started laughing. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Karina waved her phone in the air. “We’re fixing this right now. Ning-ah, you’re getting an education.”

Ningning groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ugh, not more anime stuff. You guys always do this to me!”

“Hey, this is important,” Winter said, still giggling. “Shin-chan is a cultural icon.”

Y/n shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t believe we’re having a serious discussion about ‘Shin-chan’.”

Karina pointed at him. “And that’s because you have no appreciation for the finer things in life, Y/n.”

Giselle rolled her eyes and turned back to the chat. “Alright, MYs, what’s your favourite anime? Let’s see if we can get some backup here.”

As the chat filled with answers, Y/n glanced at Winter, who was still smiling from the chaos. “I should’ve known better than to get involved in this.”

“Oh, come on, you love it,” Winter teased, giving him a playful nudge. “Besides, it’s fun watching you try to defend your mainstream picks.”

“Ya, you call FMA mainstream, but you’re obsessed with ‘Demon Slayer’,” Y/n shot back.

Winter shrugged. “Hey, ‘Demon Slayer’ is just objectively amazing. The animation, the music—it’s on another level.”

“I’ll give you that,” Y/n admitted. “But nothing beats the Elric brothers for me.”

As the conversation continued to spiral into more anime debates, Ningning was still trying to figure out what was happening, occasionally throwing in comments that had everyone laughing.

“Wait, so is Shin-chan a superhero or something?” Ningning asked, furrowing her brow.

Karina gasped dramatically. “Ningning, you poor soul. You have so much to learn.”

The girls burst into laughter, and the live chat was having the time of their lives, contributing their own anime recommendations and egging the group on.

After a few more minutes of banter, Giselle finally glanced at the clock. “Alright, MYs, we’ve been on here long enough. We should probably head to bed.”

“Yeah,” Winter agreed, stifling a yawn. “We’ve got another show tomorrow. Time to recharge.”

“Good night, MYs!” Ningning said, waving at the camera. “Thanks for hanging out with us!”

“And next time, we’ll introduce Ningning to the world of ‘Shin-chan’ properly,” Karina added with a wink.

The girls ended the live stream, and the room settled into a comfortable quiet as they started to clean up and prepare for bed.

Y/n, who had survived the chaos, stood up and stretched. “Well, that was fun. I feel like I just went through a tournament arc.”

Winter chuckled. “You held your own pretty well.”

Karina smirked. “But next time, you better have a more interesting answer than FMA.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “I’m not changing my answer, Ms. Shin-chan over there.”

As the girls started to head to their rooms, Y/n lingered for a moment, cleaning up the remaining dishes. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Despite the constant teasing and the weird conversations, these moments were what made everything worthwhile.

Just before Winter left the room, she paused and looked back at Y/n. “Hey, next time we talk anime, you better be ready to defend your pick against ‘Demon Slayer’. Just saying.”

Y/n chuckled. “Too easy, Jeong.”

Winter grinned, giving him a playful salute before disappearing down the hallway.

As the quiet settled back into the hotel room, Y/n took a deep breath, feeling grateful for the camaraderie he shared with the girls. It didn’t matter if they were on stage or in a hotel room having weird conversations with fans—this was his family.

[operationslipperypuppet]

hi! i recently subscribed to the pateron, and im a little intimidated by all of the extra content available, lol. in your opinion, what are some of the funniest short rest / dungeon court / mixed bag episodes to start with? (if anyone else also has their fave eps to share please do)

oh wonderful! welcome to the best stupid show(s) money can buy.

i’m gonna operate under the assumption you’re caught up on main feed eps but if i suggest a short rest for an episode you haven’t listened to, definitely hit the episode first.

these are just off the top of my head with ones i can remember what they are, i may come up with more later lol

short rests:

i think short rests 99 and 100 should actually be required listening for everyone, they’re fucking earth shattering. start there.

the one for 70 is stupid and reveals how they almost lost the episode so that’s a good one.

c3e22 has one of the most insane short rests in retrospect. and c3e41 also has a bonkers short rest. they talk about santa manscaping in your bathroom. the episode came out in august. i wept.

c2e41’s campaign wrap up short rest also is a good time and gives good insights on the campaign.

the short rest for the can they kill it is the origin of crabster. 77 has a rose before noon. 91 ends with jake saying something so insane it ruins me.

the short rest for caldwells frooze your own adventure also slaps. the wilson brothers are there.

the brussels hookup is another 8bbc short rest that’s so dumb and beautiful.

c3e54 has them all hyped up on too much caffeine after a mixed bag and talking about jumping off decks onto frozen lakes and landing on one boob and one butt cheek. i wish i was kidding. it’s incredible.

dungeon courts:

i’m mostly gonna highlight patreon dungeon courts with the assumption you’ve listened to the corresponding main feed eps.

king robert can klump ft. ally beardsley. the flintstones costume fun around the house. you don’t know what that means but it’s. something.

a little place called mangia’s. murph breaks down. caldwell loses it. jake turns to google.

yuncle ft. jasper william cartwright. rats ride loose and your yuncle is power hungry.

the video dungeon courts are great, you can see murph lose it.

bird jail ft. zac oyama. actually anything with zac oyama. it’s great.

table rattlers ft. jeremy cobb. i don’t remember what happens exactly but it’s great.

the dm’s judge ft. lou wilson and zac oyama. absolutely iconic bench on this one.

mixed bags:

mixed bag tier my beloved!! so many are so good!

the whole blazing babe chronicles. not enough people know there was a second hot boy summer campaign that’s available on the mixed bag. caldwell spills half a corona on his character sheet. it’s a dry july and the boys are Not on the same page about it. love is love is love returns.

the biggest loreser is new but damn if it isn’t impeccable. warning: the fred flintstone noise is fucking LOUD

all the taste tests (energy drinks, m&ms, and gamer energy drinks). jake tries an expired products. jake later forgets to buy peanut m&ms while emily decides she can taste what color an m&m is. murph gets hyped on caffeine and has to take a break resulting in one of the most insane short rests to date. listen to the short rest first, it’s funnier that way.

if you can listen to live shows, (the sound is sometimes challenging) i recommend those. great starting point is the melbourne one from last year, i laughed so much the first time i heard it. “i was a lurking actor. that’s a union job!” also the boston dungeon court did hit the main feed but started as a mixed bag and i was there so i want to shout it out.

emily’s winter solstice one shot!! brennan and siobhan are there and it’s creepy and truly so fun.

both dungeons and dragons movies. jake and emily gaslight murph. they talk about a truly terrible set of films. there’s someone called grape lady that is a highlight.

both spilltaculars. at times a bit cringe, but it’s fun to hear other people’s failures sometimes because then you feel better about yourself. plus they make up a judgement scale that is different every time.

spellcheck! the game show that’s kinda sweeping the nation. or was. it’s fun.

that’s long (oops) and all i can think of off the top of my head. if people have other faves, share them for new patreon people!

also, my last bit of advice is to join the streams if you can. jake’s stream is for the short rest tier and above and caldwells is for the mixed bag tier and above. they’re wild. we had caldwell drawing everyone in crocs for like 6 months (it’s arguably why we’re getting the jibbitz). sometimes you get tucker lore. (tucker, the fictional man jake’s wife is cucking him with.) they’re grand.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

💯💯💯

[atopvisenyashill]

Why do you think Jaehaerys sexually assaulted his own daughter?( I'm genuinely curious)

I have two dedicated tags to this if you want to dig in a bit more - "gael and the bard" and the newly added "jaehaerys the cruel" tags, with this meta here being the kind of jumping off point into that whole theory/analysis. gael and the bard is more focused on gael targaryen herself and the mystery surrounding her pregnancy and suicide; there's a lot of bael the bard imagery surrounding her, being called the winter princess, gael being one letter off from bael, the father of her baby noted to have been a singer, and her status as like, an eternal maiden because of her relationship with alysanne. the jaehaerys the cruel moniker is just a reference to maegor the cruel - i think the play between maegor being outwardly monstrous and jaehaerys being privately monstrous is very interesting! but also it's not like a fun tag name lol so i might change it, haven't decided yet!

but i guess to break down my thought process here - i have never liked that man lmaoooo, i am an og jaehaerys hater. my lil journey here is, i read this series in high school, roughly around the winter of 2012, but i didn't read twoiaf when it came out in 2014, i read that just before i started this blog, so like....idk 2 years ago, roughly, but i was Aware Of Its Existence (they didn't have it at school, the library was kind of far, and it felt like a stupidly expensive book to ask for at the time). i had kinda skimmed over the short stories the princess & the queen and the rogue prince (don't ask me when they came out, icr), and had read all the twow preview chapters so it wasn't like i wasn't up on all the asoiaf world stuff, i just hadn't been able to get my hands on twoiaf, which I do think impacted my view of jaehaerys because the thing is...i just didn't understand the jaehaerys appeal. i won't get into the wanky aspects of fandom (i mean i will if someone asks but idk if you care lol), but i would say in the like 2010-2014 era the fandom was p staunchly and loudly pro targaryen, and not just in a "i love the rot" way but in a "they are the promised heroes" type of way and i never jived with it. i did not enjoy the vast majority of dany's chapters on my first read, nor did i enjoy this weird "well if you like the starks you're a NORMIE" takes that i was constantly seeing, and the sansa v arya war was insane (i'm blocked and have blocked just so many people lol).

i say all that because everyone was UP jaehaerys' ass. i won't name names but i remember a common rebuttal to the "well george is kinda critiquing incest-in-fantasy here and i'm not sure this series is going to end with an incestuous targ restoration" stance was "well if incest is so bad why do jaehaerys and alysanne exist huh? check AND mate incest hater" and it was like............alright, so this is a fandom of deeply unserious people who like to think they are the Expert On Themes instead of just another schmuck with a blog like everyone else. it was just a very condescending tone, always, and it turned me off the targs but especially turned me off jaehaerys.

and it was also like....but what has he done to be so beloved in this fandom??? again, this is pre twoiaf, and then post-twoiaf but pre f&b, so all we know about this dude is that he was called the conciliator because he pardoned the people who sided with maegor, he "protected the faith", he married his sister who gave the watch the gift, he abolished prima noctus, he built a dirt road, he was besties with barth. okay? i always thought the move with the gift was annoying and goofy behavior & i feel very vindicated on being right there esp if aegon’s dream was real, and i’ve always thought the marriages for his kids were kinda weird once we got those in twoiaf and WHAT DO YOU KNOW. like, pre twoiaf everyone was hyping him up as this great king, this paragon of valyrian supremacy, oh he’s so smart and politically minded but he’s not overly cruel, and it was like. we know little about this man in his day to day life though. we know damn well whatever good robert did as king was largely jon arryn's influence so Why are we pretending like just because jaehaerys passed a few good laws it means HE was the one responsible for those ideas (and again I WAS RIGHT). is what he’s doing even that good??

AND THEN FIRE AND BLOOD CAME OUT. and everyone was crying screaming throwing up about how stupid he is, how cruel he is, how weird he is about his daughters, and then people started saying “well you’re being unfair if you don’t like him because-“ i don’t give a shit because i’m validated for not liking that man’s vibes thanks!!!! like…yeah he IS a paragon of targaryen supremacy and this is not a good thing! and especially when you factor in how often the patriarchs of the series have these deeply rooted, very disturbing flaws, i thought the backlash to f&b re: “he ruined jae & aly!” so silly. of COURSE he was weird about his daughters, he eloped with his 12 year old sister and when confronted over it basically said “i do what i want fuck you” that’s not romantic it’s INSANE BEHAVIOR and i’ll stand on that forever!!! marrying your siblings is deranged and idgaf about what magic or political reasoning they have ESPECIALLY when jaehaerys himself refuses a valyrian marriage several times over when it makes more political sense to go that route (in both his own marriage and in the marriages of his grandchildren).

so! i always thought he was boring and weird, then f&b came out and i was vindicated. the thing is, as i read, i guess i was also like. but what is the fuckijg POINT of this guy! he dominates the f&b narrative when there’s way more interesting characters, he has no redeeming qualities, every good thing he does is usually overshadowed by his reasoning being heinous and disturbing, but this book is pushing this idea that he’s the good one, he’s the blueprint, so is it JUST an exploration of like, what ~being a good person~ really means and how reputations & history are very malleable depending on who is recording it??

And then i really started to dig into Saera. Her isolation, her drinking, her sexually tormenting the court fool, the way jaehaerys is always giving her gifts and "indulging" her, the way she's brought before the throne instead of in a private room because what she did is considered like, treasonous basically (what she did being, of course, having sex without her father's permission, lmao!), her very hysterical confrontation with her parents, Jonquil Darke forcing her to watch her boyfriend be murdered, Jaehaerys' insistence on refusing to forgive her and calling her a whore, and of course this weird exchange:

“What have you done?” the king said, when at last the princess ran out of words. “Seven save us, what have you done? Have you given one of these boys your maidenhead? Tell me true.” “True?” said Saera. It was in that moment, with that word, that the contempt came out. “No. I gave it to all three. They all think they were the first. Boys are such silly fools.”

"They all think they were the first." they all think it. i don't think any of those three boys were the first - i think she'd lost her virginity well before she started fooling around with them and when I first read that part my first thought was "I think Jaehaerys knows damn well who she lost her virginity to" and I started spiraling from there.

I decided to do a write up of Jaehaerys Being Deeply Weird Towards His Girls and while there's some things I would change - in particular, I think I'd add more to the Alyssa, Viserra, and Gael sections - there's a reason that the Saera section in particular seemed to really spark off a lot of conversation (not to toot my own horn here lmao) and that reason, imo, is that a lot of people read about what happened between Saera and jaehaerys and go "now what in the goddamn hell is THAT about." Saera more than any of Jaehaerys' kids is imo the canary in the coal mine, so to speak - whatever George intended with F&B, I do think he meant for us to look at the way Jaehaerys talks about Saera and go "this guy has some fucking ISSUES." I don't know that he meant for it to go all the way up to "Jaehaerys is molesting his own kids" route but I do fully believe he meant something in that realm of "Jaaehaerys is cruel to a sexually abusive point to his children" the same way that like, Tywin and Cersei sexually abuse Tyrion but don't outright rape him themselves. I think Jaehaerys was always meant to be aman who is remembered fondly but was an absolute monster in his private life, in contrast to both the kings he succeeded (maegor and aenys) and as a point of comparison to our "modern day" patriarchs who have their own hang ups surrounding their daughters in Tywin, Doran, Ned, Robert, Jon, and Hoster.

[pandaluver]

Watched the Thunderbolts* Trailer and….

Hyped for the movie and all but I got reminded of this one thing that annoyed the crap out of me when I watched Falcon & The Winter Soldier..

The way that John Walker was treated in and out of the verse! He deadass didn't even do anything bad!

From the jump he was humble about being Cap, he made it clear was wasn't trying to replace Stev, he tried to be friendly and work with Sam & Bucky, and most importantly this was a position pushed onto him! But Bucky, Sam & the Fans somehow saw him as some kind of egomaniac who needed to be taken down a peg.

Dumbasses getting upset over him using a Gun like Steve wasn't using one in the first Avenger. He’s Captain *America*! Not Batman!

“Oh, he killed a defenseless man in broad daylight!” He killed a Super Soldier Terrorist who just a minute ago was trying to kill him and helped kill his best friend. The only reason the Gov turned their backs on John was because it happened in public and they wanted to save face.

“Him getting beat up by Sam & Bucky was so satisfying!” 1. They barely won that and they were jumping him! 2. Sam & Bucky were petty assholes to him the whole time they knew him just because he was assigned a position that Sam refused. Sam ran a support group for Vets with PTSD, he should've been more understanding when it came to John!

John was legit just doing his job. Sam & Bucky were the ones who made shit worse, they helped Zemo, the man who killed the King of Wakanda & single-handedly broke up the Avengers, escape from prison then helped the Power Broker, who was the cause of the issue with the Flag Smashers, get a direct connection to Government resources.

The Writers and Media pushed the narrative that he should be hated even though he didn't do shit and I hope he gets some kind of Justice in Thunderbolts* but I doubt it.

[idontknowhsh]

the chokehold the secret history has me on is exactly why the hype makes sense

the writting. the characters. FRANCIS. camilla. richard. charles and henry are alright but FRANCIS????????? absurd. the plot. the twists. the wtf moments. THE EPILOGUE. GOD DAMMED EPILOGUE. the latin and greek random phases. THEM COMMUNICATING IN GREEK. charles sleeping in a slug and richard doing coke on the burger king parking lot. the funny bits. the fuck this book bits. the secondary characters whose name i have forgotten but make the story humane. richard being gay. francis being very much gay. charles being weird. henry being a complete sociopath. camilla just existing. FRANCIS. the funeral. smoking absolutely all the time. being drunk on WHISKEY all the time too. RICHARD’S PERCEPTION WHILE HIGH BEING ACTUALLY REALLY ACCURATE. the winter he spent almost dead. him being shot and just waiting for the rest to finish talking to let them know. bunny being absolutely book stupid. he’s really not that bad. give him a chance. also francis. them communicating by letters, vintage styled. everyone around them on colorful 80s clothes and them, walking around academically dressed in suits. francis wearing a pince nez. absolutely iconic. him making out with almost everyone there. milf man i love francis. also richard. not much to say here just richard.

yeah im done might keep going tho so not so done

[saetgvia]

spark | wriothesley

in which you and wriothesley find an unlikely spark.

CHAPTER TWO: ARRANGED

prince!wrio x fem!noble!reader, invented country au

✧ genre: fluff, angst...? maybe...? if you squint...?, arranged marriage trope

✧ tw: usage of damn, if you see anything else lmk <3

✧ word count: 456 words (i'm SO SORRY EWOIHSFOSDL)

✧ playlist: spark - taeyeon, radio - lana del rey, deja vu - txt, darl+ing - seventeen, invu - taeyeon, agora hills - doja cat, killin' me good - jihyo, i like you (a happier song) - doja cat & post malone, fever - enhypen, eleven - ive, hype boy - newjeans, hard to love - rose, sour grapes - le sserafim, oh my god - adele, my head & my heart - ava max, nonsense - sabrina carpenter, the feels - twice, might as well - wayv

✧ pre-reading note: yo uh there might be inconsistencies between this chapter and the last one, the idea for some of this came AFTER the publishing of the prev chapter so uh yeah!

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ii. arranged

He strides in, holding a pot of tea on an ornate silver tray that gleams in the warm light.

'Oh, no!' the queen chuckles. 'He's our teaboy. He quite likes to dress up, my ladies in waiting tell me he's quite the charmer.' You let out a shaky breath. You like the queen, she's sweet and seems to have an excellent relationship with her people. The king, too, is nothing but jovial. If you're to marry Wriothesley, at least his family is nice, and the rumours say he is too.

'No, that's Wriothesley.'

He's more ethereal than you ever could have thought. Ebony hair streaked through with silver and wearing a grey suit accented with a crimson tie, he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. His smile, radiant enough to light up the whole kingdom, and his sweet dimples that just made him seem all the more handsome. Black studs glinted in both of his ears, giving off the impression of someone tough, but with that grin you couldn't see him as anything other than the sweetheart everyone said he was. And he's walking over to you. Uh-oh.

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, chuckling softly and aplogising for being late. He looks even more ravishing from here, and as he turns to you, you quickly turn around, suddenly very interested in your tea.

'Hello darling. Thought I was going to have to remind you to close your mouth.'

The side eye you give him was devastating. He snickers quietly at your switch up, then speaks in a rich, deep tone.

'Mother, Father, Queen Eliana, King Richard. May I take me bride-to-be on a little walk?'

Your mother giggles daintily, and your father nods his approval. As quickly as he sat down, Wriothesley stands back up and offers you a gloved hand. You take it, and your mother shoots you a glance that's both a warning and a knowing smirk at the same time.

'Shall we?'

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The garden is absolutely dreary. Winter has hit Emeia hard, and the leaves have abandoned the fingers of the trees which arch longingly for summer. Icy white roses still bloom in early winter, and you admire their sweet aroma as you stroll around the path with Wriothesley. He's surprisingly easy to talk to, and you find yourself laughing a lot more than you thought you would, ladylike manners and covering your mouth be damned. It starts getting dark and the cold caress of the breeze makes you shiver. Wriothesley, being the gentleman he is, notices, and offers you his coat.

'No, I'm okay thanks. I think we should head inside then. And... thanks for tonight, Wrio.'

He smiles.

'Wrio, huh? I like that name.'

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a/n: i am so so sorry that this is insanely short but i'm running low on motivation :/ i promise i'll get more out soon even if there's a bunch of short parts pls don't hate me :P

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