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Sex and Filthy Smut headcanons

(Eminem x F!Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: E for explicit… no wait, this needs an X rating for possibly being the filthiest thing I’m gonna write in my life. God save my soul (probably not but hey at least I asked)

Warnings: I mean… look at the title. Need I say more??? Smut. Sex. Lovemaking, Intercourse. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. The whole 10 yards is here. It’s porn, not gonna lie at all.

Tags/Keywords: Smut, Heavy Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, fluff, fluff and smut, Pre-established relationship, Sexual Content, Kink, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Giving/Receiving, Healthy Relationships, Feel Good, Everything sinful under the sun is found here, Author is going to hell, anyone who reads this is coming with me

A/N: Yes yes, ain’t no fuckbuddies or friends with benefits headcanons here, sue me. There is NO angst or sadness here. None, zero, zilch. Those kinds of relationships almost NEVER end well 98% of the time. This is all about you and him ONLY. Give it up for romance y’all.

Not gonna lie, there might've been more I wanted to add to this hellfire list of headcanons but once you've seen how much stuff there is below I hope you'll forgive me for finally putting this out here.

I hope by reading this, will provide you with comfort and satisfaction.

VERY special thanks to @smutty-books for beta reading and feedback along with helping me with this monster of a list! Please check them out and show them some love! (Seriously thank you Smutty for the additional ideas and content. you made this Hc's list a million times better and twice as much content included.)

(WARNING: Past this point is VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

General HC's:

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy ohhhhhh boy.

You want sum fuk? You got sum fuk and way more.

As long as you’re his s/o, congrats on your sex life being absolutely demolished and rebuilt by this man. You’ll probably never find a better person in the bedroom for the rest of your life. It literally doesn’t matter if he’s your boyfriend or your husband, sex is a staple activity in your relationship that you both enjoy.

Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Maybe a little bit of both? You bet he’ll be saying fuck yeah to all of those.

His sex drive has always been relatively quite high, even after all these years. Being 50 and counting ain’t gonna stop him anytime soon.

Can, and will, want to fuck you on any and every surface of the house.

Living room couch? Perfect spot for bouncing in his lap or to blow him hard.

Dining room table? He’ll have you either bent over and railing you from behind or sitting on top while he devours your dripping wet pussy.

Taking a shower? You’ll be saving water if you do it together… yeah. Definitely not because of at least a half dozen things you can do in there with soothing hot water pouring down your bodies.

In the studio?…

Okay maybe not the studio he’s gotta work without getting distracted and lord save you two if anyone finds a sliver of evidence that you two fucked in there-

Not a PDA guy much, which also extends to any sexual antics outside. He won’t be taking any risks getting the two of you caught lacking

As long as you two are in the house, it’s free game

His views and methods of sex vary depending on which era we’re talking about

If he were in his 1999’s/2000’s era, then yeah, absolute horndog. He’s constantly so busy and on the move, sex would be a quick trip and onto the next. It would’ve scratched the itch, but arguably wouldn’t have sated his appetite for long. If he ever had a chance to have a good, drawn out sex session, it’ll leave him looking like he had a serious hangover but he’ll be waking up so relaxed.

Him being quick to fuck around and quick to leave was his style pre-Relapse. It’s a common thing you see around music artists in general and he was no exception. That doesn’t mean he was closed off to finding an actual solid relationship, it just becomes that much harder to find someone genuine. Most of the time though, he was busy putting out albums and producing music with a 9 to 5 regimen.

Post-Relapse/Recovery Em had insane stamina due to the excessive amount of exercise he put in. Call me insane, but I have a feeling this may be the time where he had the least amount of sex drive-

NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT

He was starting out his sobriety around this time, I’m no expert but I would have to think that he hasn’t fucked or hooked up with anyone since then cause sex may have been a risk or his body was recovering, therefore most likely putting sex as a low priority. That isn’t to say he wasn’t busting a nut oh no, he probably became best friends with his hands again.

The time between Rap God/Monster Era was slowly building back up his drive, transitioning him to the Revival/Present Day era where he’s back on his blue-balling bullshit. Mans been practically putting out mating calls in his music and in interviews I mean COME ON HAVE YOU SEEN IT

He’s wise enough to not be caught slipping with hoes cause he won’t be caught with those hoes. At all. He’s not a hoe fucker no more. You heard him.

Finding an actual healthy relationship with one person? Someone give it to him, now.

(Anyone who remembers that one shot in that Rainy Days behind the scenes video where he points the camera to his crotch and says “EVERYTHING is for sale.” If that isn’t a man in heat I dunno what is; And that’s just one example out of many lemme tell you)

THE POINT IS, HE CAN GO FOR ONE ROUND, OR MANY, MANY MORE.

He’s determined to make you feel good more than him, but he’ll absolutely be having fun with how you’re gonna come. He’ll love exploring your body, finding out every little spot that gives you shivers down your spine.

Oh yeah, did I mention that he's got a big dick? He's got a big dick.

Don't try to deny it when you can't help but glance at his crotch all the time. It might be bias, or it might be fact that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Dom/Sub Roles:

He’s a dom, no question about that. Most of the time he’s a soft dom, not overwhelmingly asserting himself over you but firm enough to have you listen to him. Of course, he’ll be praising you a ton if you’re doing good and listening. But if you’re acting a little bratty, a little petty… yeah, he’ll make you behave, let’s just leave it at that.

Enjoys having you bent over his knee while he fingers your pussy, making sure you’re all nice and ready for him to enjoy.

If you squirm too much, expect a light spanking and a firm reminder to behave.

Again, not over the top with his dominance, cause at the end of the day, he wants to take care of you, to make you feel comfortable and show you how much he loves you. So praising isn’t just a dom thing, it’s genuinely how he expresses his affection to you.

If you insist on it, he can go even harder as a dom, upping his antics and getting off on seeing you beg for relief. Punishments will be even meaner and if you slip up even just a little, looks like you’re gonna have to start all over. No amount of pleading, teary whines from you will get him to change the cold, hard look in his eyes as he’s watching you.

Absolutely insistent on a safe word, no matter the situation.

Marshall’s immediately shifting to a protective, nurturing caretaker the moment your safe word leaves your lips and making sure your needs are met, completely understanding and shushing any apologies that threaten to leave your mouth for ruining the moment. You come first and foremost.

Amazing with aftercare. Will make sure that you’re okay and well taken care of after a session, praising you lovingly as he holds you close. If it was particularly intense, he’ll be checking in on you for the next day or so whilst feeling quite proud of himself that he can reduce you to a begging, dripping mess yesterday night. But he's by far more proud of you for trusting him and letting him experience you in such a vulnerable position.

All it takes is for him to say: "Such a good girl" and you're all his. (Can't blame you honestly-)

He'll be using your petnames even outside of your passionate sessions, even if it's just coming home to greet you after a day of work or passing by each other in the house to do something, a quick: "Hey peaches" or "How's my babygirl?" never fails to want to leave you smiling shyly, even after a bad day.

While being a sub is not what he would usually do at all, it’s not impossible. Once he’s far into a relationship with you and fully comfortable, he might actually give in to your insistence.

He has a need to feel like he’s in control, like he’s leading; Being on the opposite end is a big deal for him, so if he ever subs it’s a huge fucking compliment and privilege that shows how much he trusts and loves you to bare himself to you.

He’ll definitely be grumbly about it tho, and probably trying to act all teasing at your attempt to dominate him. But once you get past that first phase and he lets himself relax and give into your control… he doesn’t want to admit it, but he feels so fucking secure with you.

When he fully gives in, he’s preening and leaning into your touch. He’ll be such a good boy under your lavish praise and having all of your attention on him.

It feels almost foreign, not being the one in charge and making all the decisions for once. But once he gets used to it, he'll be doing whatever he can to receive your approval.

Seeing him at your mercy, letting you take the reins, makes it your priority to see him come undone by your command, holy shit, it's fucking beautiful.

If he's up for being a little more bratty (not unlike he's been on his petty shit for decades as his core personality trait let's be real here) and expecting to be punished and/or your dominance be harsher, the thought of pushing you to your limits with how much you're willing to keep up with him makes him really, really excited on the inside.

It’s both of your secrets, so don’t fuck it up, a'ight?

Teasing/Body Parts:

Speaking of secrets… he’s incredibly private, but at the same time, don’t be surprised if he ends up writing lyrics that may or may not allude or be inspired by your sex lives. You swear this man will be the death of you, smug bastard.

If you’re ever turned on by listening to his music or his voice, it’ll be such a massive ego boost for him, holy shit. No need to feel embarrassed, cause he’s fucking flattered.

Even tho his residence is far from any neighbors (and definitely soundproof), he’s got a playlist for your ears to get aroused to.

Imagine Marshall whispering in your ear or talking in that low voice of his and well damn now you’re horny is an understatement of the goddamn century.

And it’s not just you! Marshall gets off hearing you moan like crazy, another sign that lets him know he’s doing a damn good job. Hearing you whimpering gets him going, but making you scream? Jackpot.

Unsurprisingly to a lot of y’all, but he loves tits. He loves ass for sure, but feeling your breasts is just- Yes.

Love fondling them, licking, biting, sucking, you name it.

Now do the same for him-

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S PECS

MAN’S GOT HUGE FUCKING HONKERS. HOLY SHIT.

(No wonder he’s such a titty guy-)

But seriously, play with his chest and he’ll be moaning and writhing under you. Music to your ears.

Rest assured your ass will not be forgotten or neglected. No fucking way he’ll ever leave any part of you un-worshipped. Even when you’re just passing each other around the house he’ll playfully slap or squeeze your ass with a smirk. Cheeky fucker.

May or may not prompt him to just throw you down and pin you against whatever furniture is closest and have his way with you right then and there.

Or it could be the other way around! You can't help but give his sexy behind a mischievous swat or grab, or his pecs. He'll probably pretend to be miffed but you'll be catching him returning the smirk you have on your face. Oh, by all means, have your way with him right then and there as well. Equal rights, equal sexy times.

Grabbing your backside and pulling you closer to him, pressed against his chest and his growing bulge in his pants oh sweet Jesus-

Will for sure spank you while you’re riding him or he’s railing you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against skin while he sees your ass jiggle with every thrust is just so fucking hot

He wants to reach deep down, as far as his cock can reach, nothing in the house is safe from him pounding your pussy and giving you a creampie.

Speaking of that, He LOVES to come into you or on you. It gives him a feeling of claiming what's his. Anytime he sees his cum dripping outta you or running down your skin, Marshall’s ready to go again.

Or he could use a sex toy, making sure his cum stays inside and your pussy ready for him in a few.

Kinks

We’ve already covered the dom/sub parts, but there is SO much potential for other kinks that you and him can get into so let’s get right into it

Breeding Kink:

I mean how can we not start this off without mentioning that

Can, and will ram you harder and faster than a piston AND make sure you both cum multiple times

If you’re walking the next morning, that means he failed the assignment so now he’s boutta rectify that

Dirty talk is cranked to a hundred as he’s growling in your ear on how much of a slut you are for his seed, how he’ll fill you up and make sure your womb is carrying his baby, how gorgeous you would look with your belly swollen with your little creation, etc.

Even if he’s sure that he doesn’t want anymore kids (given his age or experience, which is understandable), imagine the baby fever he gets when he sees or imagines you with kids

He’s perfectly happy with just you and him, but the possibility of you, him, and maybe a little one you made together from your love? His pupils are dilating like a cat getting ready to pounce

Even if the possibilities are extremely unlikely, the mere thought of it and he’s giving you the 🥺 eyes. (Every time you see him make those eyes at you, it’s probably cause he’s feelin the breeding urge)

If you're not able to, that doesn't change a thing; he wants to make you feel like you're his no matter what, and you are! He loves you for you.

Obsessed with coming inside you after railing you into the mattress, filling you to the brim with his seed

Loves giving you a creampie and then watching it leak out of your pussy, might take the initiative to stuff his spilling cum back into you

Or he could just fuck you at multiple different times during the day like the stud he is

Hell he may as well just not pull out and you’ll both be falling asleep still connected

You'll be waking up with his member engorged and slowly thrusting in you while he nuzzles into you, taking in your scent, kissing your lips so softly until you both cum. After that he takes you to the shower and you both wash each other

Loves marking your skin with his mouth, letting anyone know that your his and his only

Your cunt and everything else is thoroughly satisfied every time the breeding kink comes on don’t you worry about that honey

Size Kink:

Hey don't judge his 5'7 ass. Marshall's got other big things minus his height; Big hands, big ears, HUGE CO-

If you're smaller than him: He praises you for taking him in so well, whispers words of encouragement with every inch he pushes into you until you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Doesn't want to overdo it in fear of hurting you, but with your insistence he'll be going all out in due time

If you're taller than him: He LOVES it. No cap you being taller or bigger than him is so fucking sexy. Makes him more eager to make you come and more confidence in exploring different ways to do so

Takes a hand in yours and guides you both to press against your stomach, feeling for his cock thrusting into you

Praises you constantly as he feels your walls stretch around him so perfectly

Once you feel like you can take all of him, all of his restraint is gone as he pounds your sopping wet cunt relentlessly

Body worshipping is a must regardless of size

Feral/Primal Kink:

You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. Even when he knows you're his, he can't help but feel turned on by his possessiveness for you.

And when you're all his, he can go fucking. Crazy.

It's also the dom feeling in him as well, but he has a need to claim you: Not out of insecurity, but out of his desire to make sure you know how much he loves you.

Likes biting your ear as an affectionate gesture. Sometimes he enjoys lightly tugging as a playful gesture to get you riled up.

Marshall thinks the growling thing is dumb as hell but if you're into that he'll try to give you some throaty growls in your ear, but expect him to start cracking up at his attempts until he's used to it

He thinks he can't do it yet he doesn't realize the low rumble in his throat whenever he gets a jealous streak

Voice/Audio Kink:

Well, well, WELL. Someone's ego is about to be stroked harder than his cock for once

He’ll absolutely be moaning and grunting more often when you guys have sex

Jokingly asks if you want to put some music on before you start fucking though he probably cringes listening to his own music during sex

Definitely ruins the mood for him when he hears someone that collabed with him on one of his songs or if any of his lyrics mention things that he doesn't want to think about when horny

Whenever he asks what you're listening to and hears one of his songs, he can't help but inwardly smile or smirk with pride. "Good choice." He nods, keeping his face unreadable.

If he catches you listening to FACK he just starts dying with laughter and dying on the inside simultaneously

No but seriously, he's super fucking flattered knowing how much his music or just his voice turns you on

Whispers in your ear during sex, either praising, teasing, or telling you what to do

He'll be observing which tone provokes the biggest reaction out of you so he can remember it for future reference

(People working with him in the studio are gonna be wondering why he's so close to the mic while recording recently)

Might record something just for your ears to listen to when you guys are apart ;)

Sex Positions

Missionary:

Ah, the OG.

Ranging from being the most vanilla to literally breaking the bed and making the house shake. Most people’s go-to position and Marshall is no different.

He’s got full access to your face, neck, and breasts while he pounds you into the mattress, absolutely loves it and it’s no surprise.

Is eye contact a kink? He’ll be wanting to look you in the eyes no matter the pace you’re going. Additionally may often include forehead touching and/or nose nuzzling. Incredibly hot and intimate.

If he’s feeling extra curious or dominant, he might even push your legs back and over his shoulders to reach even deeper into you. (In other words, putting you in a mating press.) You ain’t walking for a few days after this. Catch his freaky ass all smug n shit.

Slow and intimate in this position is SO fulfilling. It’s like baring your souls to one another.

Going fast and rough is just straight up a joyride and a half. It feels carnal in the best way possible.

Overall you can’t fuck this up really. It’s missionary for crying out loud.

Doggystyle:

*clears throat* Ahem. BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you haven’t seen my fic Heat yet, it’s basically me writing smut for the first time in this position but taken to the next level. Should hint at a lot on what imma bout to say tbh

YES. HELL YES. PLEASE LET HIM RAM INTO YOU FROM BEHIND. HE’LL BE POUNDING INTO YOU SO FUCKING HARD

If you go face down on the bed, ass up? Holy shit

Expect bruises on your hips the next morning… also a very horny man ready to go again or to absolutely worship the fuck outta you for taking it so fucking amazingly

He'll be running a bath for you, being extra doting and attentive, the whole nine yards while also feeing that masculine satisfaction™ at the fact that he's able to get you to that state of bliss.

By far the most feral position. If he’s got a breeding kink I wish you luck on how many times you’re gonna come and he’s gonna come

If you’re also into taking it in the ass I respect you 👀 kinky motherfucker would love to explore some new ways to fuck

Pronebone is also basically the same as mentioned above, but it’s got that intimate feel, you get me? He’s closer to you whilst also able to attack your neck and shoulders, maybe even have a hot make out session with you while he continues to pound your pussy or ass raw.

As long as you love taking it from behind he’ll be on his knees for you. And on top of you.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, You On Top:

Ride him. That’s all I gotta say.

He wants you to ride him. Fuck him silly. He’ll lose it.

It’s a perfect demonstration of him still being the dom. You may be on top, but he’s the one in control.

Might tease you by making you work hard for a reaction outta him. He’ll be pretending to be unimpressed or smug while you bounce in his lap but in reality he’s trying so hard not to break

Either that, or he won’t be holding back on how good you make him feel. Mouth open, quietly moaning, grabbing your ass or your hips.

If he can't take it anymore, he pulls you down to him and holds you tight while he starts bucking his hips, pounding up into you like a piston

Even once you both come he starts back up again before you've even calmed down

Oral (Giving and Receiving)/69:

I mean… are we really gonna question it? Yeah you better give this guy some head he is a slut for it

Give him a blowjob and he’ll be the happiest man alive

You watching his expressions as you’re sucking him off

Might take some practice to take all of him into your mouth cause this man is BIG

Even when he’s got loose sweatpants on you can still see his bulge AND IT’S NOT WHEN HE’S HARD AND HORNY. MARSHALL’S PACKING.

I wish you luck in trying to deepthroat this man

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving rather than giving

But don’t you DARE underestimate this man’s tongue cause holy fucking hell he’s feasting on your pussy

PLEASE let him suck on your clit while he’s eating you out. That man’s mouth is amazing in many ways for a reason

Imagine having to go out after and if anyone asks him if he wants anything to eat he just replies: “Nah I’m good. I had something earlier.” And then GIVING YOU THE SIDE EYE LOOK-

BEARD. BURN.

Let this man bury his face in between your thighs and imagine the friction of his beard brushing against your skin. If that doesn’t make you cum then him lapping you up will guaranteed

69 turns into a competition to see who can get the other to cum first, or a comforting session of tasting each other

Standing:

Y'all know he can do it pinning you against a wall. Thanks 8 Mile

As hot as it is, take care as not to have your head or back bang against it

Great for quickies but probably not for a long time; You gotta give his back a break lmao

Hugging your waist from behind tho :eyes:

Add a mirror on both opposite ends of the wall and you can watch him thrust into you

He's holding you real tight and close, making sure to hold you up so your legs won't buckle

Spooning:

Feelin real cozy

It can be lazy morning sex; Intimate and gentle as he places kisses behind your ear and buries his face into your neck while he does long, deep strokes in and out of your walls

Or it can be rough: Holding your thigh up while his hips violently thrust into you, only stilling when he comes after you

Another way is his cock slipping between your thighs and humping you eagerly, or his cock rutting against your ass

Push your hips back in time with his thrusts for deeper penetration or the sound of your skin slapping against each other

His hands clutching your hips or grabbing your breasts as he moans in your ear, feeling his cock twitching with his release

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ALRIGHT TIME TO STOP HERE I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS Anyways hope y’all enjoyed this and then some <3 I might come back to this and and more so who knows? If you enjoyed let me know your feedback and if you have any suggestions!

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jobesbabe · 3 months

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my forever valentine / TAA

summary: trent surprises you after training with something that makes your valentines day that much more special

warnings: established relationship, fluff

a/n: hi! new to this still but please leave feedback and requests because they’re always appreciated

Trent had been training with Robbo when he told him the plan. He would propose. Tonight, in the most romantic, perfect moment. He had picked out a gold diamond ring that was still simple enough that you would wear. Trent’s nerves were at an all time high as he expressed his plan to Robbo. A few others gathered around to see what the scouser was so passionate about. As they listened, they began to understand the emotional intensity and admiration Trent was feeling.

Dominik grabbed his shoulders before quickly massaging them.

“You’ve got this man,” He said smiling his signature Hungarian smile that was straight out of a magazine.

Robbo nodded.

“I’ve seen you two together. That woman is smitten for you. I don’t understand it, but she is,” Robbo gushed earning a bashful smile and swat from Trent.

Training ended a few hours later and he couldn’t wait to open up his door and see your shining, adorable face grinning back at him like a little kid. He drove home in his audi smiling the whole time, The engagement ring boring a whole in his pocket. He was done with having it, he wanted it to be on your beautiful hands and not stuck in a box.

He opened the door to your home and the smell of food hit him in the face. You ran to go meet him at the door, apron on and flour stains on your face. You pulled him into a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s day baby,” You said.

He smiled and leaned into your warmth before pulling away and giving you pecks on the forehead and each cheek. Resting his head on yours, he brought you in for a deep passionate kiss neither of you wanted to end.

“Happy valentine’s” Trent replied.

His scouse accent made you crazy. the way he said simple words like happy or morning would make you smile and obsess for hours.

As you smiled he reached his hand up to your eye, brushing over the flour with the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.

“I love you,” He whispered and you both became engulfed in each other’s arms, lips on the other instantly. Your make out session was cut short by the ringing of the kitchen timer you had set for the handmade pasta you had spent hours crafting. You pulled away. “It’s ready!” You exclaimed and he laughed, and then his face got serious.

You turned to run to the kitchen but were stopped by the man you love’s voice.

“y/n, darling” he said.

“mhm?” you replied turned away from him.

“Turn,” He asks and as you do, you see Trent, on one knee, with a velvet box that he opens to reveal a ring that is so you, you swear you would’ve picked out yourself.

“Trent? Is this real?” You ask, hands over your chest.

“yes baby. I knew from a few months into our relationship that you would be the person. My ride or die, my soulmate. My one. My person. I want you. Forever. I love you, Please make me the happiest scouser on the whole planet and marry me?”

You gasp and nod your head, tears filling your eyes.

“Trent, Oh my gosh. Yes, Of course. I love you so so much.” you gush.

He slipped the ring on your finger before standing up and cupping your face with his massive hands.

He kissed you, and you kissed him back with more love than you had ever felt.

“my forever valentine,” he whispered into your ear before leaving a trail of kisses along your face and neck.

The two of you held hands as you ate the pasta you had poured your soul into making, taking moments to examine each other before smiling.

Every so often, he would take your left hand and kiss it just below your engagement ring. He was obsessed.

a/n Ahh thats it! kinda love this one, and heres the rings i think Y/N would love but obvi u are y/n so whatever you like <3

more 1 than two but idk

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you #trent aa #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football

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aircd · 6 days

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Please for the love of whatever deity you believe in (or don’t believe in), please bless us with more overly obsessed cheerleader. (I’m fighting demons)

Sure! This one may be a tad bit different from the last two, just wanted to try something new, I appreciate feedback ^^

Warning: light knife and blood play, slurs, degradation, nsfw, bullying, bruises/cuts mentioned, paranoia, depression.

Yandere¡cheerleader¡bully: she had noticed recently you had been pulling away, ignoring her subtle whispers in your ear during class such as “you’re so easy to tease.. it’s pathetic.” and “what’s wrong..? is my little toy upset I have to go to cheer practice..? I know you’re obsessed with me.” This angered her, the more you’d pull away the harsher she’d become, physically and mentally. She had succumbed to her old ways, calling you a “fag” and “dyke” in front of her friends; again, you’d stare at her silently and scoff. She finally had enough. You were still at school after hours for your occasional club or two, walking to the exit in the gymnasium you pass by the janitorial closet and hear the door crack, but before you could turn your head you’re pulled in by your neck and waist. you gasp and whimper silently from the shock, you’re turned around held by the back of your neck tightly as the light switches on. It’s her, with a hunting knife to your neck. Her hair still in a ponytail from practice and athletic clothes stuck to her skin. It feels like she’s piercing into your soul with her gaze, you make a small chocking noise from the tight grip on the back of your neck and adrenaline rampaging through your system. Your mouth is parted as she slowly leans in, “please.” you whisper, she smirks and has a satisfied expression. She leans in closer and closer to the point you feel her your breath on your lips, the tension fills the room, she gives you a condescending sympathetic look as she lets out a small groan before pressing her lips to yours deeply. Your saliva mixing together, surprisingly this is the first time she had used tongue, she moans before dropping the knife to the floor, a single line of blood dripping down your neck. She moves her hand up to your hair slightly pulling on it as she leans down licking the blood off your neck. “Mm.. that’s what I wanted to see.” She moves back up and smiles creepily at you with blood stained teeth, your eyes widen as she leans in for a kiss, your breath hitches and your face says no, but she kisses you anyway. A bitter taste fills your mouth as she pulls on your hair tightly giggling. “Why so quiet dear~..? I don’t likee when you ignore me..” she pouts as if she didn’t just have a knife to your neck. “Do it again and I might just have to tie you up.!” You couldn’t tell if she genuinely meant this from the insanity of her actions but either way you didn’t want to find out.

Yandere¡cheerleader¡bully: Since the incident where she held a knife up to your neck, you thought that was it. Maybe she’d back off, she did but not in the way you thought. You started the week off badly, as soon as you walked through the doors you felt everyone’s eyes on you; whispers and laughs filled your ears. Your mood was already pretty low, but this just made it worse, you hunched over trying to hide your face. You put your hood on, As you walked faster and faster you see the cheer team, she’s standing there laughing and smiling.. “ah there she is.! the most popular girl in school~!” She pointed as she whispered with her friends. You were mortified, you knew the things she had done so there’s no telling what she had spread around about you. She wanted you isolated.. that had to be it. You hadn’t even had the cherry on top, you usually sat at lunch alone anyways but now you couldn’t even do that. People would pour foods on your head as the entire cafeteria laughed, you had resulted to eating in the bathroom, but it was like anywhere you turned someone harassed you. The bathroom wasn’t safe, the halls weren’t safe and the classrooms weren’t either. You were having trouble sleeping and it definitely showed, dark eyebags, pale face and frequent yawing in class. You were starting to be paranoid everywhere you went, quite honestly you were depressed. You held your breath as you went as quick through the lunch line as you could, your messy hair covered half of your face and your eyes darted around the room making sure no one was following you when you left. You could hear footsteps behind you but whenever you turned around, no one was there. Your speed increased as you made your way to the supply closet across campus. The door shut behind you and you ate your food quickly, the door started to open and you dropped your food back onto your plate, you looked up slowly and it was her. Staring down at you with that horrific smile, it gave you chills every time, something about it was just so cruel. You gasped as you dropped your plate down and scooted to the corner of the closet, “please..!! I- I didn’t do anything..! I swear..! please just leave me alone.!” You cried as you covered your face and whined, so many people were insulting you and tripping you all week. The fact it only took a week for her to pick you out and chew you apart with ever even getting near you was terrifying. Bruises covered in various places of your body, stains on your face from tears, a red nose from tissues wiping your face. “Aww.. has somebody had enough..? Did you learn your lesson.?” She leaned down and said. You nodded your head and whimpered still covering your face, “I- I- did..! please..! just make it stop.!” You started to cry harder as you trembled. She kneeled down and moved your hand down with a serious face. She pushed the hair out of your face and smiled with pity, “aw.. you’re trembling..! here..” she started to unzip your jacket and move it off your arms, you groaned and sighed. “Don’t.. I- it’s fine..” she looked a bit angry and continued anyway. You turned your head away in shame, she silently gasped as she saw the bruises on your arms and collarbone. “Did..— who..? who did this?” She looked up at you with guilt and anger. “uhm.. e-..everyone I guess..” you whispered still turned away. “oh honey..” you were confused. She had never called you that, you turned back to face her, “isn’t this what you wanted.?!” “No.. well— yes.. but not.. not like this.. hey.. come here.” You looked a bit shocked considering she’s the one who started this. You leaned in and she pushed you onto her lap, holding you tightly. “ah—.. I’m sore just.. not so tight..” she ignored you and started to rub your the back of your head and back. She leaned you up and kissed you deeply, moving down your neck to your chest. She lifted your shirt up slowly. “mm— hey..! I- I don’t know if“ “shh..” she cut you off. She pushed you back and started to take your pants off. “Hey-! I- I I’m not sure—“ “SHH—.. “ she cut you off again. “O..okay..” ———

She looked up in silence seeing the various bruises and small cuts from being tripped and pushed all week. You’d never seen her face this blank and guilty before, you thought she had no bone of sympathy in her. She rolled her eyes seemingly at herself and groaned before quickly pulling your underwear off and your legs up on her shoulders. She stared at your cunt for a split second in awe before quickly lapping you up making you gasp trying to grab onto anything around you, it’s too much and someone might hear, but you can’t keep it in, she quickly puts her hand on your mouth tightly, rolling her eyes as she continue. “mmphh.!!” you moan. about 20 minutes later you’re both breathing heavily fully unclothed as you both sigh and look away in awkwardness. “Look.. I’m sorry for what happened.. I never meant for it to go that far okay..?! I just wanted you to learn your lesson..!” She says. “It— it’s okay.. I- I just wish you’d-..” you hesitate, “what.? Wish I’d what.?” Silence fills the room. “M..maybe you could just.. n—not use physical force.. or knifes..” you say as she smirks looking in your eyes. “You know you love it though. Don’t you want me to show how much I care for you.?! I’d kill for you.! I’d kill myself for you even, I’d kill you for you..!!” She says frantically as she seems to get anxious by the fact she’s hurt you. “I- I know.. but—“ she suddenly kisses you pulling away slightly. “Y—you.. wouldn’t leave me right..?!” She says in a vulnerable state gripping the side of your head tightly. You don’t answer. “Tell me you love me.. say it..” “I—.. I love you listen.. you just scare me..” “I know baby.. but I need to protect you.. you’re so weak.. and I’m the only one who knows how to keep you intact..!” “n-no I’m not.?! I- I can protect myself.!” “And that’s what I love about you.. the fact you actually believe that.” She smiles in a condescending way. “B..but—!” She suddenly pulls you close to her chest rubbing the back of your head. “Shh.. shh.. it’s okay you’re so pathetic and weak. I have to protect you from yourself..”

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2dmenenthusiast · 4 months

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"I love you."

(Ryan Lucan x Gn!Reader)

Hey heeyyyy um disclaimer this one is DEPRESSING. I wrote this every time I felt a lil sad so like, I am basically pouring my soul out to yall lmaooo but I hope some of you find comfort in this fic if you relate at all, and remember that you are loved :)

Reblogs and feedback is always encouraged and appreciated!

Words: 3k

Summary: feeling lonely and cooped up in your apartment, you call Ryan in the middle of the night to help quiet the racing thoughts in your head.

Warnings: talks of depression, self-hate, anxiety, just a whole lotta sad, Ryan loves you so much

1:30

2:03

2:47

Your head lolled to the side as you checked the time again.

3:15

A groan left you, bringing your hands up and dragging your palms over your face. Exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, urging you to close them and doze off. But every time you tried, you just couldn’t. And you had tried everything. Counting sheep, drinking tea, watching some relaxing videos. Nothing seemed to work. Throwing the blankets off you, your bare feet touched the cold wood floor as you padded over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. You quickly felt bile rise up in your throat and choked the water down, spluttering out a cough and spitting into the sink. God, you felt like shit.

It had been like this for the past couple days. You’d stay cooped up in your small apartment, never going out unless it was for work, and you’d lay in bed, feeling like absolute shit for just laying around, but feeling too tired to do anything else. Tired, yes, considering the fact that you could barely catch more than three hours of sleep these past couple nights.

Tears of frustration sprung and you quickly wiped at your eyes, mentally scolding yourself for how silly you were being. Christ, some days you just felt like you were suffocating, like everything happening around you was just too much to deal with. And there were moments where you wished you could just sink into the floor, and never be seen or heard from again.

But not tonight.

The loneliness you felt was overwhelming, desperately wanting to reach out and talk to one of your friends, but feeling too ashamed to burden them with your frantic thoughts and shifting emotions. You knew they were worried about you. They would place their reassuring hands on your shoulder and give you that look, that single expression that always asked the same thing.

Are you okay?

And you’d give them that simple halfhearted smile, lips twitching up in a small effort to lie to them.

I’m okay.

With trembling hands, you searched for your phone on your bed and scrolled through your limited contacts, lip pulled between your teeth as you contemplated who to reach out to. You were hyper aware of the sound of your own heartbeat, and you tentatively pressed on Ryan’s name, thumbs hovering over the phone's keyboard. It felt like minutes had passed as you contemplated what to say, frantically typing a sentence before quickly deleting it, and typing up another one. You deleted it again, and again, and again. Nothing sounded right, and you were too worried about sounding desperate or clingy.

You eventually gave up and threw the phone on the bed with a frustrated sigh, crossing your arms over your chest and pacing back and forth.

He’s probably sleeping anyway.

But you couldn’t stop staring at your phone, the thing practically screaming at you to pick it back up. Your thoughts fought with one another, everything threatening to come spilling out all at once. Before you could scream out your frustration, you snatched your phone back up and jammed your thumb on the call button. You heard it ring, once, twice, and hung up before the third.

Fuck, what am I doing?

You pressed the call button again.

Ring.

Ring—

You hung up.

“This is stupid. God, this is so fucking stupid!”

Taking a deep breath, you called him again, frantically tapping your foot and bringing the phone up to your ear.

Please pick up. Or don’t pick up. Either is fine. Fuck, do I want him to pick up? This is stupid, this is fucking stupid, I’m fucking stupid—

“Uh, hey?”

Your eyes widened at the sound of Ryan’s groggy voice, not believing that he actually answered, and you struggled to find your voice.

“You there—?”

“Hey! Um— sorry, I just… Did I wake you?”

There was a moment of silence on his end, and you knew that you had.

“No! No, I was just uh, reading. You know, nature stuff.”

You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Ryan staying up this late just to read about plants and animals, as if he didn’t already know everything about them.

“Wow, sounds riveting.”

He chuckled, and the sound had your chest feeling warm. Neither of you said anything for a moment, not sure how to continue a conversation at almost three-thirty in the morning. You almost hung up, too embarrassed to admit why you called when you heard him clear his throat.

“Uh, is there a reason you called so late? Is everything okay?”

You spluttered for a moment, hand rubbing the back of your neck as heat uncomfortably crawled over your skin. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine. Just uh… you know.” You cringed at your awkward behavior, pressing the edge of the phone against your forehead. “Sorry, I— this was dumb, I shouldn’t have called. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“Wait, wait. Hold on.”

You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed and playing with a loose thread on your blanket as you waited for him to continue. Great, now he was definitely going to know that something’s wrong.

“Hey, you know you can talk to me, right? Whatever’s bugging you, you can tell me.”

You and Ryan had been dating for the past five months, and while you undeniably felt more comfortable around him than you ever had another person, you had never let him see this side of you. This version of you where your brain was constantly on overdrive, overthinking every little thing, your breath always catching in your throat from the overwhelming anxiety that built up in the pit of your stomach. You felt like you were standing on the outside, looking down at yourself. And you loathed it. And while you wanted to confide in him, you felt like you couldn’t. Ryan was a constant positive in your life, and you didn’t want to muddy it up by letting your gloomy thoughts and feelings interfere.

But god, you were so tired. While you could usually power through it, the weight of the loneliness and frustration you felt was almost crushing, and your hand curled into a fist at your side as your jaw clenched painfully, the tears from earlier resurfacing.

“Um, c-can I see you? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I know it’s really late and you probably just wanna sleep. But I just- I didn’t know who else to call, a-and I know I’m probably just being stupid and—”

“Hey, you’re not stupid, okay? I’ll be over in a little bit.”

Your eyes slightly widened. “Really? Like I said, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to. I want to see you.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, softly sniffling as you quickly wiped at your eyes, and you hoped that Ryan didn’t catch onto the fact that you were crying. “Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in ten, alright?”

You hummed into the phone before hanging up, shoulders slumping as you placed your hand against your forehead.

It’s fine. Everythings fine.

Rifling through your drawers, you took out a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose fitted shirt, throwing Ryan’s flannel that he left at your place over it, and catching a small whiff of his scent. The familiar smell of the outdoors and amber was almost comforting, and you found yourself pressing your cheek into your shoulder to get a better smell.

Ten minutes couldn’t have gone by fast enough, and you were racing down the steps of your apartment as soon as you saw the headlights of Ryan’s truck in front of your building, not wanting to spend another second without his presence. He was in the process of unbuckling his seatbelt when you threw open the door and hopped inside, slightly surprised at how frantic you were.

“Oh, I was gonna come up. I thought—”

“No. No, I just— I need to get out of there,” you muttered, slowly looking over at him and witnessing as he carefully examined you, a mix of confusion and concern in his gaze. “Can we just drive around for a little bit?”

He paused before nodding, putting his seatbelt back on and pulling out of the parking lot. The silence that settled between you wasn’t as awkward as you felt it would’ve been, but it still left you unsettled, your fingers fidgeting as you wracked your brain for something to say. As you opened your mouth to finally speak, your thoughts were cut off when Ryan reached over and lightly tugged at the sleeve of his flannel, sending you a small smile.

“You know, I was wondering where this went.” His hand slid down your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You flustered at his touch, head leaning back as your body slumped down in the seat. “Hey, I didn’t steal it this time. You left it. As well as one of your shirts, and your toothbrush. I think I have some of your underwear in my laundry basket.”

“Oh, come on. Like there isn’t an entire drawer I cleaned out specifically for your things back at my place.”

“Wow, a whole drawer? You really know how to spoil someone, Lucan.”

He just glared at you while you sent a large grin his way. His hand moved to your thigh, pitching the area under your knee that had you squealing and shifting away from him, frantically slapping his arm.

“Hey— Ow! You’re gonna make me crash,” he laughed, no longer pinching your flesh, but his hand remained, thumb stroking back and forth over your thigh.

You hummed, leaning towards Ryan and resting against the center console, eyes trained on his face. There was always something about him that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. His voice, his touch. Hell, Steph told you once that you looked like some lovesick fool when she caught you mindlessly staring at him. How couldn’t you, though?

Ryan cast a quick glance at you, lightly squeezing your thigh. “Whatchya lookin’ at, hm?”

You smiled. ”You.”

“Oh, yeah? Is my face that interesting?”

“Mhm. You’re pretty.”

His eyes widened a fraction as his face visibly flushed, and you couldn't help but laugh as he awkwardly cleared his throat, hand squeezing the wheel.

“I, uh… Glad you think so.”

“Oh, I know so.”

He scoffed and shook his head, your hand fondly resting over his. It was moments like this that you were grateful for. Where you could forget your burdens, even if for only a second. Ryan’s presence was always a fast-acting cure for when you felt like this. Numb and rotten. Like you wanted to crawl out of your own skin because every sensation feels so fucking wrong and uncomfortable. But it was tolerable with him at your side.

The silence in the truck was almost deafening, the ringing in your ears getting increasingly louder as the seconds went by. You were anxious to turn on the radio, flicking the knob and—

Oh, you’re shitting me.

“For the love of god, please tell me I’m not actually hearing this right now,” you said, voice on the verge of laughter as your hand dragged over your eyes.

You could hear Ryan sigh over the melodic chirping coming from the radio, and he reached over to shut it off. “You remember what I do for a living, right?”

“Oh, I can guarantee with almost a hundred percent certainty that you were not listening to that for your job,” you laughed, throwing your head back against the seat.

“And so what if I wasn’t, huh?”

Your laughter died down into quiet giggles, and you leaned over the center console to press a quick kiss to Ryan’s scruffy cheek. “Well, I think it’s cute. Even if it is a bit dorky.”

He swiftly grabbed your hand when you pulled away, tangling your fingers and bringing the back of your hand to his lips. The action sent a tingling down from your fingertips, through your arm, and right into your chest. It was almost overwhelming how he made you feel sometimes. He touched you so gently, looked at you like you were the only person in the world. And you loved him with every breath you were worth.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back and listened to Ryan fiddle with the radio until he tuned in to a local station, a gentle melody you think you might’ve heard twice before overtaking the silence in the truck. You could hear him humming along after a moment, the deepness of his voice reverberating in your ears and sending pleasant waves washing over you. You didn’t need him to say anything or try to reassure you with positive words or gestures. He didn’t have to spend his time expressing his love for you in any physical or emotional ways, despite his overbearing want to. No, his presence next to you was comfort enough. To just know that he was within arms reach, his touch and his comfort readily available, that was more than enough.

Your eyes cracked open, and the headlights illuminated a lone road you’ve been on many times before.The overwhelming want to go somewhere different was ever present in your mind. Familiarity was always something you could cherish. The same street signs, the same buildings, the same people waving at you as you walked the same path to work. And you couldn’t deny that Haven has always and will always be your home. But, you desired change. Craved it in the most desperate way.

You longed for different sights, the unfamiliarity of a brand new space. You wanted to learn the names of new streets, be able to barely make out the faces of people you’ve just met. Go to a recently opened cafe and try to pick out what your regular favorite would be. The mundanity of it all seemed unreachable almost. Like a life somewhere else would be forever unattainable and would remain as remnants of a dream in your clouded mind.

You felt trapped. Your tiny apartment was your safe space and your prison, this town you loved so dearly something you could never escape from. You were stagnant— stuck. With life moving at a snail's pace, and going by all too quickly at the same time. Yet, you remained. This place remained. This same, complacent existence.

“Have you ever thought of leaving Haven, Ryan?” Your voice sounded almost unfamiliar to you, so used to just sitting in idle silence.

He huffed out a breath, glancing at you and shrugging. “Can’t say I’ve put much thought into it. Why? In the mood for a little road trip?”

You know he meant it as a joke, maybe he thought you were joking. But, he had no clue the weight of reality his words held. Because yes, you would leave Haven right now if he wanted to. You’d tell him to stop the truck only when it ran out of gas so you both could get far away. But you knew Ryan would never agree to that.

This was his home.

The place he grew up, where all his fondest and saddest memories were shared.

He would never leave them behind.

“Hey.” He squeezed your hand. “Where do you keep going, hm? What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“A lot, I guess. Feels like someone else is in there screaming at me right now.”

A pregnant pause, and then—

“Anything I can do to quiet it?”

Your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, biting down hard until the skin tingled as your eyes burned with tears. Fingers curling around Ryan’s hand, your nails lightly dug into his skin in some lame attempt to ground yourself, to keep yourself from vomiting your guts out in his truck. A silent tear rolled down your cheek, and you felt the car shift whilst he pulled over.

“Hey, hey.”

There were hands on your face, gently tugging to get you to look at the man beside you. He was gentle, far more than you deserved as his thumbs wiped away the wetness on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to hide away. You pulled out of his grip and leaned forward, burying your head into his neck and sliding your arms around his waist under his flannel coat. His warmth seeped into your clothes and settled deep in your bones, your tears wetting his shirt and his hands rubbing up and down your back.

You could spend hours like this, crying your soul out in the front of his truck as he held you. It was painfully blissful, like the hurt didn’t matter because he was here to ease it.

“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make it better.”

You shook your head, arms tightening around him as your heart lodged itself in your throat. He was so fucking nice. So caring and considerate. It made you want to scream, because when was the last time someone made you feel like this? Made you feel so overwhelmingly valued and loved? He had given himself so selflessly to you, and you were ready to throw yourself at his feet in return.

“Just this. This is enough.” you muttered, and he pressed his lips into your hair.

“I love you, you know?”

You did know. How could you not with the countless ways he constantly showed it?

“You deserve to be loved.”

A quiet whimper escaped your throat, and you only burrowed further into him, arms tightening around his middle.

“You sound so sure of that,” you said, voice weak and shaky. Fuck, you felt so pathetic.

He muttered your name, gently pushing you back so he could hold your face and brush his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks. You leaned into his warmth, and a part of you wondered if this was real. If he was real. You were almost sure if you pinched yourself, you would wake up in your cold bed, and reality would be so much worse than your blissful dreams where Ryan Lucan was the center of them all.

If it was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“I’ve never met someone who gives so much of themselves without needing anything in return. You are the most caring, selfless, amazing person I’ve ever met. And I care so much about you.”

The praise and reassuring words were so unfamiliar, you almost didn’t believe it. But this was Ryan, and he would never lie to you. So, maybe he was just a bit delusional.

“I don’t know if any of that is true,” you said around a wet chuckle, trying to get your tears under control.

Ryan shook his head. “It’s facts. Don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me.”

You took a breath, pulling your face out of his hands so you could wipe at your eyes. Somehow, he always knew what to say to make you feel better, even if it only lasted for a moment. The comfort was welcome. Needed. Craved. And Ryan’s love for you, something he swore to you more times than you can remember, was enough to mend how broken you felt. Most days, you felt like you were being cut in half, and he was here to help put you back together. Like he was your other half to make you feel whole again.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you said, a sad smile playing on your lips.

“Ryan shook his head. “Pretty sure you have that backwards.”

You chuckled, and the warmth of his hand enveloped your own.

“I love you.”

Your thoughts are quiet, and you look up at him with misty eyes.

“I love you, too.”

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bunnyseahorse-blog · 4 months

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you comment, I write. fandom isn't fandom without feedback.

Lots of my tumblr mutuals have noticed a really big decline in commenting, as we as a society change the way we consume media. I sort of hate pouring my heart and soul into something and getting no comments. Like it hurts. i am a fan of GOmens, but i'm not getting paid for this. If you are interested in seeing these fics continue, give them a comment. I have lots of ideas for stories, but lack motivation when there is nothing to show for it. You comment, I write. Very simple. I feel weird that i even have to ask. So much has changed. Anyways, with that rant over, please enjoy.

#comment #good omens fanfic

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unicorncornflakes · 1 year

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Final Chapter + Epilogue

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 7.4K

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You saw yourself in front of the mirror. You felt uncomfortable with the new dress, uncomfortable and sad. But you didn't want to wear the old one either. You felt like your soul was breaking into a thousand pieces. They had all been right in the end. Jace was the right one. Just when you had already opened your heart to what you really wanted, Aemond had torn it to pieces. He was a…

"You look so much prettier like this" your grandmother replied when she saw you in front of the mirror, with an approving smile. “This is the dress. I would have killed to wear it ”she answered happy and complete, and you wanted to give her a glance that was anything but pretty. You only sighed without strength or encouragement. You had changed the dress. You had pleased your grandmother, Jace, and his mother. Brilliant. You were going to be the most submissive of all wives. Congratulations. And you hated yourself, you hated yourself at that very moment. Alara rolled her eyes at your grandmother's words, but she said nothing. She just remained silent, looking at you with concern while your future mother-in-law and your grandmother seemed ecstatic with the change of dress. All the workers around you working in hurry. The big day was approaching and it was necessary to have it already prepared. Yes, it was very necessary. They continued with their work while you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were sick of everything, but you were too sad to be able to show it.

Aemond sent you another message again. You must have blocked him because nothing was coming to you and he couldn't see your profile picture anymore. He needed to talk to you. He needed it desperately. He had tried to call you several times without success after what had happened between you. He hadn't been successful. He had stood at your doorstep for hours in the car, the rain pouring down on his beloved car, and he hadn't seen you once. You should… you should have gone to live with… Jace. He hate him. He hated him with all the strength of him. Sitting across from him in that room, in that new contingency meeting. He had a stupid smile on his lips. You two must had fucked last night, and Aemond was only jealous. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to destroy him… he wanted you to reply to that message, to tell him that you forgave him, that you were staying with him… He looked at Aegon, sitting next to him, who was looking at the screen of Aemond's phone with a worried grimace. He still had a black eye, and everything indicated that he was going to continue to be that way. Their mother hadn't asked what had happened between them. Aegon had said that he had hit himself in the dark while drunk, and that was the end of it. Aemond turned off the screen on his phone. The last thing he wanted was for Aegon to see him crawling for you. He continued to attend the meeting, but this time he said nothing. Jace asked him what he thought, out of courtesy, and Aemond, for the first time in a long time, didn't care in the least about the future of the company.

"Hey!" just as Aemond was walking out the door of the company building, Aegon called out to him. It was raining heavily and Aegon ran drenched to his umbrella. He tried to look at his little brother with a smile and his hair soaked, as well as his jacket. "I have the car in a review, can you drive me home?" Aegon wondered and Aemond rolled an annoyed eye at him. He knew that the car was not under review. It was just a pretext to talk to him.

“Okay,” his brother replied, as he strode to his car under his black umbrella. Aegon trailed behind and climbed into the passenger seat once they arrived. Aemond made a disgusted sound as he drenched the entire leather seat.

"I'll pay you for a new upholstery... no, better, a new car" he commented as if he realized what his brother had just thought. Aemond laughed sarcastically.

"If we get to the next term without losses, what you should do is stop living at home with father and mother" Aemond commented without paying much attention again and starting the car.

"What? Mom and dad adore me…they couldn't live without me, who else would they comment on cooking shows with?” He said, really proud, as if he believed that his parents really needed him at home. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a voice heavy with feeling, “She left me because of that, you know? She told me that I wasn't mature enough for what she wanted,” he commented, opening up to his younger brother for the first time, talking to him about the waitress, trying to make him see that they were both in the same situation. Aemond did not answer. He just kept driving in silence, he didn't feel like comforting the guy who had spoiled all the hopes he had for you. So, Aegon continued speaking “I didn't know you really liked her. I wouldn't have spoken if I had known,” he mused silently, sounding for the first time convinced and regretful of what he was saying. "I thought…I thought you wanted to annoy Jace…I'm sorry…"

"Forgiveness only silences the minds of the guilty" Aemond responded with his gaze fixed on the road, explaining to him that this forgiveness was of little use to him now. It was of no use to him.

“I can talk to (Y/N), if you want. Explain to her what happened, and… and…” he began to speak and Aemond took advantage of that traffic light to look at him wide-eyed.

"No" was all he answered to turn his gaze to the front.

"I'm sure if I explain, if I explain things…" Aegon tried to explain to his brother, to whom he shook his head again in his direction in annoyance.

"Of course, she doesn't pick up my phone or answer my messages and she's going to do it with you" he blurted out without any love, driving again once the light turned green. Aegon looked out the window, annoyed that his initiative didn't seem to improve the situation between them at all.

"I care about you, okay? Even if you don't believe it, I care about you ”he sighed defeated with his head resting on the car window. Aemond kept his gaze fixed on the road, trying not to answer those words "You should have been the oldest..."

"It wouldn't have changed things." Aemond finally broke his silence. He hated driving when it was raining, and Aegon was getting sentimental on top of that.

"No, I wouldn't have screwed up so much if I'd had you as an example." Aegon smiled sadly. For the first time in his life, Aemond looked at his older brother with an ounce of compassion, as if something hidden in his mind was making contact with the rest. However, Aegon at that moment was Aegon again "Let's party, tonight" he roared loudly "I can introduce you to some friends who…"

"It's Tuesday" Aemond groaned tiredly, passing his hand over his face in a gesture of disbelief, did Aegon take a break from his lifestyle at some point?

"You see it? You're so much better than me.” Aegon smiled sadly again and leaned his head against the glass again. He closed his eyes to the sound of the rain and Aemond continued driving in silence to his parents' house. Something was changing between them, and Aemond wanted to think it was because you had taught him to be a better person.

"I don't like the ending" Daemon leaned back in his chair with his gaze lost in the rain of that day. You sighed without really wanting to argue, but you had finally finished writing your book, and the ending was not something debatable. It couldn't be a happy ending. You didn't see yourself with the strength to write a happy ending.

“I can't write anything better, it's what I feel. It stays that way" you answered him with a cold look and he responded with a sad smile. You didn't want anything else. You couldn't anymore.

"I have not said that it is bad. I said I don't like it. It's very sad ”he replied, getting up. You already knew his routine, he was going to serve himself a drink. Meanwhile, the water continued to crash violently against the glass. You heard a bottle cap pop open and the liquid hit the ice. But for the first time, Daemon poured two glasses in your presence and offered you one by carrying it to your table and sitting back in his chair. He took a drink looking into your eyes and ended up smiling at you. "Drink" he told you, pointing at the glass again with his gaze. You licked your lips, and he smiled silently, as if he knew what was happening. He knew, even though you hadn't told anyone, he knew “I'm going to publish it. It won't be a very large run, but... we'll talk about money, okay?" he told you he with a sweet voice "So let's toast to the success of your book"

You looked at him on the verge of tears, finally... Finally, after so many years of hard effort... the reward was there and it came at the most bitter moment of your life to cheer you up. You walked over to him and hugged him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He had no idea what it meant to you, or maybe he did, and that's why he was doing it. Be that as it may, you were finally going to see what you had worked so hard on come true "Thank you" you whispered to him, and he hugged you back still sitting in his chair.

"Call me crazy, but... you should tell it yo the guy you inspired the main character..." he commented with a sweet smile on his lips and you pulled away to look at him confused.

"I don't understand you..." you told him with a small voice, but of course you understood. You understood perfectly.

"I don't know what has happened between you, but everything has a solution, except death" he joked at the end, taking a last swallow of his drink and leaving it already finished on his table.

"He's an asshole, you know that?" you said sad, without wanting to go into more detail. And Daemon laughed heartily.

"I know. I know him before you do,” he laughed cheekily, turning on the desk chair he was sitting in. "But he's the kind of asshole you like"

"No, believe not" you shook your head, looking elsewhere. "It's over" you told him shrugging your shoulders and drinking the entire contents of the glass at once. Daemon looked at you with concern, because he knew that it wasn't over, it was just beginning.

"We've closed another contract with a company from the summer islands," Jace informed you terribly happily, while you two ate dinner at that expensive restaurant. You tried to smile, but everything stayed in a sad grimace. You were in no condition at all for it. You hadn't even told him about the publication of the book. But, you had realized that your marriage was going to be like this. Jace needed a quiet woman by his side, who wouldn't interrupt his success. He took a drink of wine and looked at you with a look full of love. You tried to smile again as you sliced that rare steak. You remembered Aemond and you hated yourself, or well, you didn't even know if you had stopped thinking about him at some point. "With this, most of the worries go away" Jace whispered to you, stretching his arm across the table to reach your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours "The big day is coming..." he whispered it to you in love and lost in the sad depth of your eyes that he confused with nervousness.

"Yes" was all you could sigh, faking a smile as you returned your attention to your food, chewing slowly. You hated rare meat, why did you order it rare?

"I know that these last few months we've been under a lot of pressure... but now, we have to relax and think about the future," he commented, taking another sip of his glass before speaking. "After dinner, I'm going to take you to see a surprise," he smiled at you. seductive.

"Everything will be closed when we go out, it's late and on a Tuesday" you told him with what you tried to be a tender smile, but it didn't come out and Jace could only outline a worried grimace.

"Wait and see" he informed you, to later continue talking about work, plans for the future and how excited your families were about the wedding. All those topics was not a single one to your liking.

Jace drove in silence with a smile. You looked out the window confused. This was a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, one of the most expensive there was. You sighed, there are few things that could be there that you could be interested in. He stopped in front of a newly built house, "What do you think?" he whispered to you, pointing his head at that house thatimitated an old and sober style.

"That it's a house" you shrugged, looking at him with a confused smile.

"It's not just a house" he returned a smile "It's our house" he took out a key and placed it in front of you. You saw them sway silently in front of your face and could only look away. I had bought a house, a bloody house... without consulting you, without asking if you liked that neighborhood. You didn't have a car and it was at least thirty minutes from the city center at best. You felt like you were going to isolate yourself in that house, without the opportunity to be close to the things you liked... neither... nor... you began to get overwhelmed and Jace caressed the bare shoulder of that black dress that didn't keep you warm at that time of year … “Do you want to come in and see her?” he whispered to you, but you didn't even know what to say. You looked at him on the verge of tears and he confused it with immense happiness, he didn't even know how to read you... "Come on" he said it full of enthusiasm, getting out of the car and immediately opening your door. You sighed when you found yourself in front of that big house, you didn't like it.

Jace opened the door and you followed with difficulty as he explained everything about the house, holding your hand. Although you weren't listening, you hadn't heard anything for a while. You just wanted to run away from there. If this was his idea of something that could move you, he was sorely mistaken. "It has good schools" you heard him say and you looked at him coming back to reality.

"What?" you told him, tilting your head trying to understand.

"It has good schools, the area" he told you with a smile and surrounding you with his arms "I want to have children soon, as soon as possible" he smiled captivatingly at you, bringing his lips closer to yours, and you quickly moved your lips away. All this was overwhelming you, you had realized that Jace and you did not want the same thing. It was impossible. That house was the reflection of it. How could you have been so blind? You needed to think calmly, you needed to not think about your future as that of a bored housewife in that expensive and isolated neighborhood, so far from everything you liked... Who did Jace take you for if that was his idea of life? your ideal fantasy Maybe it was just his, as always...

"I don't feel well" you whispered, "I think dinner made me sick" you lied, but you didn't even know what to say.

“Oh, so let's go back to my apartment, and…” he started to say to you, but you cut him off quickly.

"No, please, take me to my house, please" you asked, heading towards the exit of that horrible house. Jace looked at you confused to end up looking at the ground as he followed you closely. Didn't you like his surprise? And most importantly, why did you want to sleep away from him so close to the wedding date?

“We are going to toast the imminent success of your book” Alara said it in that bar while you looked with a confused smile at the cupcake with a birthday candle that she had brought and left on the table where you were sitting that afternoon, on that terrace. You both toasted, although your smile was far from happy. You pointed at the cupcake with a confused look and the first genuine smile you had in a long time.

"What is this?" you told her, trying not to laugh.

“It's clearly a celebratory cupcake. It's the best thing that has occurred to me, so you're already blowing out the candle and eating it ”she snapped at you, annoyed at your laughter about the ridiculousness of the scene. You blew out the candle to her amusement, a quick timid blow and you looked at her. Alara had an approving smile that you found funny.

"I'm not going to eat it" you smiled at her, trying not to be rude.

"Now you're going to bullshit me over the line for your dress" she rolled her eyes, disgruntled, crossing her arms to finally scold you with a look. "Eat it."

“I've been throwing up all night.” you confessed, taking your hands to your hair and leaning on the table. You were nervous, and you didn't know why. The phone screen lit up just at that moment. You took a quick glance at it while Alara did so cheekily. He'd called you again and with the block you'd put on him, his call had gone straight to voicemail.

"Aren't you 'Friends' anymore?" Alara looked over her shoulder at you accusingly. You sighed. You were going to confess. She was your best friend. She wasn't going to tell anyone, and you couldn't go on like this, not after Jace had bought that awful house without consulting you, your grandmother and Rhaenyra had chosen the dress…

"I slept with him two weeks ago" you blurted it out without thinking, suddenly, like a pull of cold wax. And in that moment you felt relief and disappointment.

"Wh-what?" Alara had turned pale at your confession, as if she hadn't expected that, as if she was seeing a completely different woman. “H-how…?”

“I argued with Jace because of him and he took the opportunity to take me to bed. That's all” you sighed, taking a sip of your drink, not daring to meet her eyes. At that moment, you wished you could have told that anecdote with a different ending, like the beginning of your relationship with him. But, you just sighed and looked down at the ground. "Turns out he just wanted to be my friend and sleep with me to screw Jace over something that happened at the company.” You felt used and mistreated by him, but then Alara asked you something that made you think.

"Then why does he keep calling you?" she asked with a frown.

"I don't know" you sighed. The screen lit up again with another forwarded call and you put the phone away. "In the voice messages that he leaves me, he always tells me that he has to explain things to me."

"Are you listening to his messages?" She asked you, returning to her usual tone of voice, as if she had recovered from the blow you just gave her. “You're hooked for him, (Y/N). Assume it"

"The thing is... I don't think I want to marry Jace" you confessed, for the first time in all those years, you expressed how you felt "I have to think about it, weigh it up. I haven't seen him for a whole day... I can't. I don't think I can have the life he wants."

"We have finally found the key" Alara sighed with relief, as if she always knew that this was what was going to happen, as if she had waited for that moment all her life, the moment to open your eyes, no matter how painful it was " You won't be happy if you marry him."

“He has bought a house, without consulting me. In an area with 'Good schools' ”you shook your head, as if everything was overwhelming you, because you were. “I don't know what his idea is, but it's not mine, and…and…” you regretted it right then. You were seriously sleep deprived the night before. "I have to think"

"In what?" Alara snapped at you, not believing what was happening.

"What do I really want to do" you sighed. The phone vibrated at that time. Jace was writing to tell you that he was picking you up at 8:00 to go to another one of those stupid company parties, because of the new contract. You rolled your eyes and wondered if these people never got tired of having parties. Besides, you didn't know if you were ready to see Aemond without crying.

Daemon grabbed you by the shoulder to hug you while you toasted with him, Rhaenyra and Jace to the new contract at that luxurious party in that expensive hotel. People surrounded you. There was music, food and happy people. Apparently that was a contract even more important than the one that had been signed with the Starks and Jace was delighted to have achieved it, although the truth is that he couldn't lie that that contract had been signed due to Aemond's change of attitude in the In recent weeks, much more permissive, as if he no longer cared where they were going, but he wasstill tenacious and with a nose for business.

"To new beginnings," Jace said, and the four of you toasted. You smiled at him, seen from the outside you seemed like a perfect couple, and best of all, at that moment, without seeing Aemond at that party, you believed it was so. You all drank from your cups.

“Yes, and because of (Y/N)'s book. Let's hope it's a super seller” Daemon said and the two of you toasted in tune. However, you felt Jace's grip on your hips falter.

"What book?" He smiled in bewilderment, and then you remembered that you hadn't told him about the publishing or that you hadn't even told him that you had finished it.

“I have finished writing it. Daemon is going to publish it” you told him with a smile, hoping that he would be happy for you, as if you had waited for that happy moment to confess it to him.

"Oh, good, good" Jace looked at the ground, suppressing something that seemed annoyed, pressing his lips tightly "If you'll excuse me, I have people to say hello to" he just left your hug and you watched him, confused, leaving your side. And you felt unprotected at that party with so many people. Alone again. What had happened to him? Daemon nuzzled your shoulder, as if he knew what was wrong with Jace and spoke in a whisper almost like a father to his little daughter. You kept seeing Jace in the crowd, waving like nothing was wrong, while everything was happening.

“How about we go for a drink, (Y/N)?” Daemon spoke to you, saying goodbye to Rhaenyra and leading you away, seeking some kind of protection for you. He knew what was about to happen.

You were sitting alone at one of the tables in a corner of that huge room, drinking in silence. Daemon had been claimed by someone and left you there. You hadn't seen Jace again all night. It was already late when you saw a shadow of blond hair flicker out of the corner of your eye. He was similar to Aemond, but not the same, and you sighed with relief when your heart began to beat again. It was Aegon approaching you with a smile and his eye still black. It hab been two weeks ago, how long was that blow going to last? You sighed angrily getting up from his seat when you saw that he was approaching you, but that terrible boy kept approaching you until he blocked your way with a smile that tried to appear innocent on his face.

"I promise you that when they told me you were going to be here I thought: This is my chance" he smiled at you charmingly, and you narrowed your eyes.

"But do you ever think?" you said tilting your head in annoyance and Aegon just laughed.

“No wonder he is crazy about you. You two are the same” he continued laughing and just when he saw that you were going to leave, he grabbed your arm to talk to you, approaching you and whispering in your ear, worried this time “Look, it was my mistake. I thought that what he was feeling was a tantrum to screw Jace over, but in the end it turns out that no, he really likes you, and I can't stand seeing him like a beaten dog anymore... I love that he's screwed, but not like this" he sighed, moving past his free hand across his face in a gesture of weariness.

"Why would I believe you?" You answered him, scrutinizing his face, searching for what he had told you to be true. You couldn't trust anyone anymore.

"I can bet you want to believe me" he smiled again with a quick and fleeting smile. Your heart skipped a beat, because you knew it was true. You were in love with Aemond, to death, like a disaffected puppy. Just then, you heard right behind you Aemond clearing his throat of him. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks, despite being dressed for the occasion. Aegon released you instantly, like a child caught in a prank. You knew that even though you hadn't seen him all night, he did you, waiting for the right moment to get closer to you. But you left there without a word, with your head held high. You wanted to believe what Aegon had told you, but Aemond was still an asshole. "You are welcome. I've already done more than you have,” Aegon whispered, brushing past him as Aemond continued to watch you move through the party, so far and so close to him.

Just as the party was ending, Jace finally walked up to you. You saw him for the first time in your relationship slightly drunk "We need to talk" he whispered in your ear, you could smell the alcohol on his breath and you just nodded your head in the affirmative, while he took your hand and led you to the terrace of the lounge of that hotel. He leaned on the railing, breathing hard and he was frank, direct, and only with those words, he managed to dynamite everything you felt for him, if there was still something left.

“I don't want you to publish the book” he told you without looking at you, gripping the railing tightly. His knuckles white with tension.

"What?" You told him incredulous at what was happening. Your heart started beating fast, you felt like it was going to jump out of your chest at any moment, what was going on inside Jace's head? "Jace..." you tried to get closer to him, but Jace just looked at you with contempt.

“I don't want you to publish it. Don't do it "he shook his head again" where are our plans for the future if you do it? The house, the children…” he sighed tiredly, but then you realized that those were not your plans. Your heart stopped dead.

"We can do everything..." you started to justify yourself, trying to salvage something from what was left in that shipwreck, but Jace attacked again.

"No. We can not. We have to focus, not chase stupid dreams, we have to start a family…” he began to tell you, but then you responded with a broken voice.

"Do you think my dreams are stupid?" you told him, trying to understand what was happening, the sweet boy is turning out to be rather a bitter boy who wanted what the others told him that he had to want his age.

“The book question is stupid. It has stolen our time during these three years, and… ”he tried to explain, but you turned, broken with pain, watching from the open door of the terrace as there were fewer and fewer guests at that party.

"You don't have to take me home" you told him, cold holding back tears.

"Please, (Y/N), be realistic..." he sighed, trying to reason with you, but even Jace himself knew that he had lost you at that moment. You ran to the bathroom, crying, but just at that instant, you bumped into Aemond, and seeing how he looked at you, you knew that he had heard everything. His mania for listening to your conversations with Jace was becoming a habit, but he didn't say anything. He just took you by the hand in silence and led you away from that party until they all left. You sighed. You knew you weren't going to stay with Jace, now the question was whether you were going to stay on Aemond's side. Later you returned in silence to that room still uncollected and abandoned. He took you by the waist and smiled "I've been wanting to ask you to dance all night" he smiled sadly, resting his forehead on yours. You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. Broken by everything that had happened in the last few weeks. "I don't think wanting to fulfill your dreams is stupid" Aemond whispered. Maybe for him or maybe for you. The two of you stayed dancing in that lonely room of that expensive hotel. Confetti on the floor. Lights off. Just leftovers from the party. But it had always been that way for him. All to the Strong boys, the rest to Aegon, and thanks to him. There was no music to follow, no more stupid, fake laughter. It was just him and you. The city lights were the only focus that illuminated your dance. Your head rested on his chest and the only thing he could think about was that you weren't his. He just closed his eye and smelled your hair. One corner of his mouth turned up. That perfect scent. I was going to do something stupid, but acts of bravery always begin with acts of foolishness. Your tears keep falling down your cheeks. Yet it was there, in Aemond's arms, the only place you found peace those days. Why would you fool yourself? He stopped taking the initiative. The hand that was holding yours traveled up to your cheek while the other remained on your hips. Your moist eyes met his bright violet eye. His thumb brushed across his lower lip so softly and terribly slowly. The touch of him felt so right. “You deserve more and just ask me. I'll go find him." He grabbed you by the neck and brought your face closer to his, closing his eye.

Your hands on his chest closed around the fabric of his shirt the same moment your lips met his. Your body adhered to his. Your soul belonged to him, your body would always be his… It was so easy to let yourself go. Jace was the right choice, the good guy in your story, even though Aemond made you feel more secure. He was arrogant, sometimes almost cold, maybe all the time. Always so condescending. The bad boy… However, your lips continued the kiss, in silence.

“What happened that weekend…” he began to tell you once the kiss ended, looking at you like a wounded puppy. You smiled That was where you should be. You were meant for Aemond, you belonged to him…he was what you needed, what you had always needed.

"Your brother half explained it to me" you smiled, although still hurt by everything that had happened.

"So I don't have to kill him, hmm?" He smiled, completely happy, as if everything was already settled for Aemond. Still dancing with you in silence, alone in that forgotten room of that hotel.

"Not yet" you felt how he squeezed your hand, the hand that was just over his heart. He didn't want to let you go. He couldn't let you go.

“I would die for you because I love you” he suddenly confessed to you, only to continue telling you everything he had thought during those weeks without seeing you “I would cross the seas because I love you. I would bring you the moon because I love you. You complete me. You make me a better man. You make me think that I am a normal boy in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, that I am not… Crippled…”

"Aemond..." you wanted to tell him how perfect he was, how much you loved him... you were going to explode with happiness at that confession, but he continued with his studied speech.

“Just please stay here. Please stay by me. Please. Please" he begged you. You didn't think Aemond could go to that extreme, but there he was, in front of you, loving you and hating you at the same time for the things you made him feel. And you continued dancing in silence, with the moon as the only witness of that silent promise that both of you had made without the need for words.

You canceled the wedding that same morning, your grandmother thought she would die of disgust, but you knew she would accept it, that it would go away... and if it wasn't like that, you didn't care anymore. You were tired of others dictating what you had to do. Alara was very happy, more than for you, because she could recover the money for the dress and the wedding gift that she had given you. You resist her reaction. You feared that Daemon might fire you, but he didn't, he cared about you too much to do so. And Jace... Jace just went looking for you like a lovesick puppy at your grandmother's house, where she let him in without any problems, as if showing up the following week, drunk at her house was the greatest act of love that had ever been seen. You found him undone when you opened your bedroom door and he didn't speak. He just sat on your bed and you closed the door to give you more privacy. He already knew what had happened with Aemond or at least he sensed it. He had been drinking all week and barely sleeping too, as if losing you was too much for him. At last you were going to talk about what had happened. You hadn't confirmed anything with Aemond yet, but it was visible to everyone that you were together despite the fact that you had told him that you needed to think things through. You sat on the ground in front of him.

"With how excited your grandmother was about the wedding." Jace sat next to you on the floor. A bottle of vodka in his hand. You had never seen him drink like that, he must have been devastated.

"You can always marry her, I'm sure she would be excited about it" you teased sadly and he laughed softly. He looked at you with bright eyes, as if he were seeing the girl he fell in love with in college again. He offered you a drink. "No thanks," you declined with a painful smile.

"(Y / N), the truth is that I don't care that you and Aemond…" he began to confess. "I'm still in love with you"

"You're too drunk to see it clearly," you laughed, and at that moment, Jace tried to kiss you again. You quickly averted your face. "Jace..."

"I want to be with you. That's all. You're not going to be fine with Aemond... he doesn't know how to take care of anything other than himself... ”he snorted desperately. “I need to take care of you, protect you…”

“We're late for that, Jace. We didn't grow up together as a couple, or as partners, or even as friends... you decided to live your life and I let myself get involved because everyone said what a good couple we were"

“You're not going to be happy with him either,” he declared, completely exhausted, his head leaning against the wall, “Daemon was right. You are wind and the wind cannot be caught. That is something Aemond does not know."

"It could be" you smiled. You didn't say it out loud, but there was a fundamental difference between Jace and Aemond. Jace was solid, grounded…he was a strong boy. And Aemond was volatile, he was a dragon. And dragons can bend the wind.

Epilogue

You laughed again at his words. On the other end of the phone, Aemond kept telling you that what he said you was true. "I swear she is missing you. She doesn't sleep with me. She goes to the sofa and curls up in the blanket you use when you watch TV ”he explained to you again and you laughed again.

“Vhagar is quite glad that I am not there. Now she has you all to herself like before” you laughed. Daemon in the bed next to that motel narrowed his eyes with a smile and put on his airpods. That was the last night of that promotional trip for your book that you had in Sunspear, and after a whole week with Daemon you were looking forward to getting back with Aemond. It wasn't that you didn't love Daemon, you loved him more if there was still room, but you were beginning to notice how you both needed space.

"You know it's not true. She misses you... just like me "he answered you with what you knew was a smile painted on his lips. Aemond ran his hand over Vaghar's back, who was sleeping next to him. A furball on the blanket you used to use, because he was using it too. He had tucked himself in with it just before calling you, sitting on the sofa you always shared in front of the TV.

"I miss you too" you told him with a soft smile and heard Daemon say sarcastically that you had only been apart for a week, but you didn't care. You were still hooked on the phone, no matter what I said. You had lived together for a year. Unlike with Jace, you had moved in with him within a few months of dating, and even if you never said it out loud, you knew it was because he was the one. "Hey, do you know what happened to me today?" you told him, trying to continue talking to him on the phone.

"Tell me" he asked you with a smile, listening attentively, in love with you, lost for you. I didn't know what was happening to her every time you spoke but it was as if the world stopped.

“I had to lose the ring my parents gave me” you commented with concern, “I thought I had put it in the vanity bag, but no. It wasn't there when I went to wear it today for the promo photo” you sighed. You liked to wear that original Valyrian ring in honor of them when you had important events, but you had lost it with your bad head.

"Well, it will show up. Surely you left it at home ”Aemond smiled, thinking that perhaps he should have taken another of the rings that you kept in the jewelry box for the mission that he had proposed while you were on that trip.

"It's just that I put it in the toiletry bag" you sighed, thinking that it could have fallen in any of the hotels where you had been. "I swear, I remember putting it in" you told him with conviction.

Aemond smiled. Yes, and he remembered having taken it out in your carelessness to take it, that same afternoon when you took the plane, to a jewelry store. There, with that ring, so important, they had taken the reference of your size for one that he hoped would be even more so for you. Amond sighed. He should have taken another ring. "Don't worry, because it will show up, do you trust me?" he told you in a soft tone.

"Of course" you sighed at him, at the same time that Daemon turned off the light on his nightstand. "It's late, and my favorite editor wants to go to sleep" you laughed seeing the figure of Daemon curled up in the next bed, trying to fall asleep. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Of course" he smiled at you. "See you tomorrow, princess"

"See you tomorrow, my dragon" you said as a goodbye. And you got ready to go to bed. He would always be your dragon because in this story the dragon had stayed with the princess.

Aemond hung up the phone and Vaghar mewed, stretching out on the blanket, as if she were asking him to leave her new sleeping place. Aemond got up from the sofa and the cat stretched out on the blanket, taking out her claws and going back to sleep more spacious now. He went to bed, but not before taking the case out of the small bag they had given him at the jewelry store and putting it in the pocket of his jacket. He carefully left the ring your parents had given you in the jewelry box and he got between the sheets. He breathed deeply and with a smile on his lips. Tomorrow would be a great day.

You and Daemon waited for the bags at the King's Landing airport. The number of people traveling at that time of year always strucked you. And Daemon sighed tired with every step. According to him, it had been a killer trip but one that would be worth it for the publishing and the book. “Do you want us to take a taxi?” you asked him, but he gave you a nod, indicating something in the crowd.

"They have already come looking for you" he smiled at you and just when you turned you saw Aemond waiting for you, standing there with his perfect presence as always. You ran towards him forgetting your suitcase and you hugged him to end up kissing him.

"What are you doing here? I told you you didn't have to come” you smiled at him. You knew how much it bothered him to miss work. He shrugged before speaking.

"I needed to see you" he answered you with a tender smile. Daemon cleared his throat behind you and kindly asked Aemond if he could take him to his house. The truth was that since he was dating you, Daemon tolerated Aemond a bit. But just a little, not much was necessary, just enough to make you happy.

Aemond walked out with you hand in hand, heading for the car. If he had to take his uncle his home, the big moment would have to wait, but he felt like the box of that engagement ring was weighing on his pocket. The question now was if you would say 'yes'.

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POYT 5 - My thoughts & commentary

MAJOR SPOILERS below the cut! Only proceed if you've read POYT 5.

Also, I will be answering all feedback this weekend! I wanted to give it a week so that more people would read it and because the feedback will contain spoilers.

Anyways, here are my thoughts (warning, this is long lmao)

Hey everyone

First off, I just want to say how thankful I am for the support for this fic. I never thought I’d finish it and to see it finished more than a year after the first chapter was posted and to see how many of you stuck around and didn’t give up on it is truly heartwarming! Thank you for letting me tell my story, thank you for supporting me, thank you for egging me on to finish it, thank you for sharing your thoughts and words of encouragement, thank you, thank you, thank you! I know sometimes I may come across as unthankful. And I’ll be so honest with you guys, a few days following the posting of POYT 5, I was so, so emotional and on edge and kind of upset because I thought the fic was not getting as much feedback as I thought it would. Which is crazy to think since we got it to 1000 notes in 24 hours!!

But I understand that people take time to read something so long, and it’s so much content that people need time to gather their thoughts. I get that. I’m just a very emotional person, which is why it may have seemed like I got upset. I poured my heart and soul into this fic for the past six months, so I will be emotional about it. That being said, I really want to stress on the fact that I AM super thankful towards the people who supported me and sent in amazing feedback, or reblogged and wrote their feedback down! I’ve read every single feedback so far maybe about three times!! I can’t wait to answer it so we can fully have an in-depth discussion about the story!

ALSO. And this is so important. POYT IS A DARK FIC. Steve, no matter what redemption I gave him, is a whole ass red flag in real life. He’s still a dark character, he is still someone that would totally be a villain in real life. POYT is a work of complete fiction, so please don’t think that because she ended up living happily ever after with Steve, that I condone that in real life. I think we are all old enough to understand that this is just me exploring a dark relationship in FICTION. In real life, this would be considered toxic and abusive. PLEASE remember that. Do not be with a poyt!Steve in real life. Please.

Now, to the fic itself. I’ll explain more when I answer the asks but let me just share my main thought-process behind it. I know a lot of people expected Peter to take Omega away and for Omega and Steve to be apart for a chunk of the story. I NEVER wanted to do anything like that. I believe I’ve mentioned it a few times but I don’t really love it when this happens in stories I read, and I always skip to the part where the reader and her man are back together. So I knew I didn’t want to do this.

There WAS an early iteration of the story where Peter takes Omega back to his apartment and she spends the night in his guest-room (she doesn’t want to sleep in the same room as him, she doesn’t hate him or anything but it feels wrong to her). Peter would have made her block Steve’s number and told her to just sleep on it. But she would’ve cried all night and missed Steve so much that she would’ve unblocked him. Of course, her phone would be flooded with calls and texts from Steve, ranging from angry to sad to demanding to know where she is to blaming Peter to blaming Omega. Really erratic texts like “I told you I loved you and you left me,” to “fuck you, I will never forgive you,” to “sorry I didn’t mean that please come back, baby, I miss you.” And she would have called him back but hung up quickly before he could alpha-command her into telling him where she is (she wouldn’t want to endanger Peter). And then Omega herself would’ve left and gone back to Steve.

I didn’t do this because, honestly, Peter would never “kidnap” Omega. I know a lot of people used the word kidnap but honestly that’s not what was going on. Peter thought he was saving her, but she had already decided in Part 4 that it was Steve she couldn’t live without. In Part 4, she says she could live without her mom and without Peter, but not without Steve. She’s already said yes to his proposal, there was no doubt she was going to stay with Steve. Maybe a little bit because Steve had only promised to be better at that point, and he had not proven it. But we all know Omega always saw the best in Steve, always wanted him to be better, always wanted him deep down. It wouldn’t make sense for her to stay quiet and let Peter take her all the way back to his apartment. I know she’s always been confused and indecisive, but I wanted her to be firm in that moment. Because she has chosen to be with Steve. At that moment, she doesn’t know why and she’s still confused about her feelings for Steve, but she knows she can’t live without him. So she chooses to stay with him within the first few sentences of the fic.

I remember a few months ago I received an ask saying that they expected Omega and Steve to stay apart for about 10k words of POYT 5, and I read that thinking “OMG is this what people are expecting???” because PERSONALLY, I would skip the fuck out of those 10k words if reader wasn’t with her love interest for 10k whole words. That’s just me personally, everyone has a different opinion but yeah. I tried to stay as true to MYSELF in this fic as possible, and ultimately, this is how I wanted it to play out.

I wanted POYT 5 to be about Steve and Omega and their interactions with each other. Because if you look back at the four parts before this… why exactly are we rooting for this couple? Have they had any sweet or romantic moments? They have, but very few and far between. Have they even had normal conversations? I needed their relationship to grow and evolve so that it would GENUINELY be a happy ending. I wanted the over-arching theme to be their interactions evolving, and Steve saying he loves her and her being unable to say it back. Which is why, if you noticed, almost every time Steve would say he loved her, he’d wait expectantly for her to say it back, and withdraw when she didn’t.

I’d say my biggest struggle was writing Steve (as it always is). I wanted his character development to be believable. But I think people need to remember that he had already turned a new leaf in POYT 4. And so POYT 5 was more about him demonstrating how he’d change, and keeping true to the promises he made to her in the previous part. I really hope you recognised that I tried to do it gradually, and that he’s trying to be better but still struggling with it.

For example: when he steps away from fighting Peter, you can tell he’s fighting with himself and this manifests through his literal physical features. How his face contorts before bouncing back then contorting again. I focused a LOT on describing Steve’s physical features in that part (so much so that I had to cut out whole paragraphs that just focused on describing his expression changing).

And then his panic attack. I got a message saying that was very out of character for Steve (I’ll respond to that message, don’t you worry, anon). But I really do not think it was OOC. Look, in fics this long, characters need to evolve. And Steve has been cold, calculated, strong, put-together for the whole of POYT so it honestly makes sense that he would lose it. To me, it does. He already lost it a few times in POYT 4, so it would make sense that he’d lose it some more. I know a lot of people enjoy reading him as this all-powerful alpha male and I was like that too, but I had to write this because it felt right to me. Steve is very emotionally volatile, and I think it was fitting that he had a panic attack. It shows another side of him, and I was proud of that scene. I’ll elaborate on this more when I answer that anon. But let me just say this: usually, when Steve got angry in the past – he’d resort to physical violence or some form of twisted, calculated revenge. He cannot do that to Peter, because he knows now that omega won’t forgive him if he did. So, in that moment, he kind of just… breaks. He doesn’t know how to process his emotions properly, so he panics. He’s seen his omega kiss someone else, and then he’s had to listen to that same person call him out in front of everyone and basically told him no one would ever love him. We KNOW Steve is insecure deep down, and so it’s honestly not very surprising that he had a panic attack. Villainous, macho characters can have panic attacks too, anon. They aren’t just reserved for the good characters.

Anyways, this is getting too long but moving on. I really hoped I captured Steve’s growth in a gradual, somewhat realistic way. Like how he blurts out that her mother won’t care about her getting married before he cuts himself off (him being tactful when before, he’d manipulated her and said this VERY thing). In the road trip scene, his communication still isn’t the best but at least he is TRYING, with that “game” that he plays just so he can ask her questions about her feelings. Like, he couldn’t straight up ask her and he had to make it into a game but like… it’s poyt!Steve after all so what do you expect haha. And when they’re at her childhood home, he’s still that guy who goes through all her stuff and pokes fun at her… but the difference is that it’s now turned into gentle teasing and not mean teasing, like how it was in the first few chapters.

Speaking of them going back to omega’s childhood home, I hope you guys caught on that omega realises her mom has left the moment she opens her mom’s bedroom door and sees the bed stripped and dresser empty. That’s why she gasps. But she doesn’t want to accept it, which is why she refuses to believe it. I’m sure everyone caught on to that but I’m just explaining anyways because why not. I’ll also say that writing this part made me cry so hard, I don’t know why. I have a very good relationship with my mother, she’s my whole entire life and she’s the best woman I know. So, to write a character who just does not have that… I don’t know why but it really affected me. And every time I reread this part to edit it, I cried. Every time. Especially the part where she talks about the ghost of her younger self playing in the garden. Like I’m tearing up now… Oh God!!! Also, when she breaks down and starts screaming at her mom’s door, I remember I wrote a part where she takes off her shoe and throws it at the door. I cut it out but I wish I’d kept it in in hindsight, just to show how raw and hurt she felt.

Anyways, as a lot of you messaged me saying this, you’re right, this was the moment where something snaps in Steve and he changes. It’s like he realises everything she’s been through and is still going through, and all the hurt and grief HE caused her. It’s never explicitly mentioned, but since the bathtub scene, Steve is afraid she’s going to kill herself. Like, that’s just a very real thing in his head, he’s just afraid she’s going to do that and he’d have been the main driving factor behind it. And so he realises he HAS to change. It’s in the way he doesn’t get mad at her when she tells him to fuck off, when she makes that dig at him and says he doesn’t have hardworking parents who work long hours. I wanted to convey that in that moment, her mental well-being just becomes his number one priority and he realises he could lose her. Maybe not physically, but he could still lose her. Which is why he gets so desperate in the end, and pleads with her to stay with him.

WHICH IS WHY, from then on, we see Steve being very communicative all of a sudden. And it’s ironic, because he’s not communicative about his own shit but he wants omega to voice all her concerns. That is why we get so much of “baby, tell me how you’re feeling.” Simply put, he’s afraid she’ll kill herself, and he also wants to be more communicative in order to improve their relationship and be better for her. Which is why he kind of throws himself into this new persona of this ultra communicative, ultra vocal about his love type of boyfriend. Like, he really lays it on thick, but he means it… and it also comes from a place of desperation, like he NEEDS her to get better. He knows deep down he’s about to lose his mother, but he cannot lose omega too. So if some of you thought it was OOC for him being SO SO SO vocal about his declarations of love and all his sweet little speeches, well, this is why I did it.

Speaking of Mrs. Rogers, she was a big talking point amongst all of you in the feedback I got! Like, overwhelmingly so! All I’ll say is, the whole cancer thing is something I pictured for her for a long time. But there WAS an early iteration of Steve’s parents where we would’ve met them in POYT 4 during Steve’s graduation and they would’ve been snooty and not approved of Omega. But somewhere along the way, that all changed. But I do want to stress that I did not mean to give the impression that Steve’s mom having cancer is the reason why he’s a bully. He was a bully alpha way before his mother got sick. Maybe it contributed a little bit but it does not excuse his behaviour at all and I never meant for it to! Honestly, it was more about exploring just how delusional and scared Steve really is, deep down. Like, his inability to accept that his mother is dying is very similar to omega refusing at first to accept that her mom left her. It’s more about how both the main characters push their problems aside and are often unable to accept them head on. It also added another facet to Steve’s character, and made things that little bit more heartbreaking, which was my intention.

Oh my fucking God, this is already 2.4k words??? Anyways, I really want to talk about the Rogers’ family mansion. So, since I was a child, I was obsessed with this author called VC Andrews who wrote Flowers in the Attic. When I say obsessed, I mean that I read each of her books like six or seven times and I still reread them till this day. To the point where my writing is influenced by her. Anyways, her stories were often rags-to-riches, and the heroine always describes a mansion. I was entranced reading about Foxworth Hall from FitA and Farthingale Manor from Heaven (if you guys haven’t read these books, please do. They are so, so good. I write the way I write because I read these books). So when I wrote the scene of Steve’s mansion, I wanted it to have that gothic horror family saga type feel, and so there were a lot of descriptions of just how big his house was, how his family literally had a ballroom and used to host galas, I really just wanted to paint a full picture of that. And then amongst all those riches, is Steve’s mom, a woman who is sick, whose husband is always away, whose son is too scared to come see her anymore. The sadness and secrets in all the wealth, that’s what I wanted to capture. If you guys have read Flowers in the Attic, you’d maybe understand what I mean. I deviated a bit from the usual style of POYT for these few scenes in Steve’s mansion, but I enjoyed writing them immensely.

More on Steve’s character: at this point I wanted to show that he was changing but that he wasn’t perfect and change doesn’t happen overnight. Which is why he lashes out at her for not saying she loves him back (right after sex, mind you, when she’s feeling extra vulnerable). It was a mean thing to do, but again, nobody is perfect and least of all him. Also, idk if anyone caught this bc no one has commented on it as of yet, but she almost slipped in the shower because she was trying to chase after him :// POYT 5 could’ve been a lot sadder just then… but I decided not to go there. Anyways, I wanted to show that Steve was still impulsive, quick to get angry. But the key difference is HE CAME BACK. And comforted her. I just wanted to show his gradual growth there.

I feel like I’m doing too much now so let me speed through the rest. I really tried to sprinkle in a lot of moments where Steve was being his cocky self, because he still is that and always will be. He’s still got his rules, and he’s being lax about them but at the end of the day he’s still an alpha. What I’m trying to say is, in the future, he’s not going to be the manipulative, childish, toxic fuckboy that he was before. But he WILL ultimately still be the misogynistic alpha that he always was, albeit a lot less intense and mean than before.

The scene with Bucky was always, always going to happen. All that Bucky stuff was leading up to something, and I always planned to do this. But when I actually got to writing it and realised how lame this man sounded when he was listing his problems “Steve always got the better car” etc, I knew I had to have omega comment on how dumb his problems were compared to hers. Because they are!!! It was ridiculous at the end of the day. I know a lot of people expected a fight with Peter and Steve, but that was never going to happen in full. It was always Steve vs Bucky to me. They have more history, they’re both more evenly matched in physical strength. Also, I want to clarify that at this point, Bucky did not have any feelings for omega, she was just an object to him that he could not have, and it was the last straw for him. I left Bucky’s fate as open-ended, maybe one day I’ll go back to that.

The final scene was ALWAYS meant to be omega marking Steve and finally telling him she loves him too. Like, I had this pictured since day one. This was always, always going to be the ending.

In terms of her and Peter, I really struggled with what type of ending I could give them. Because realistically, if I was Peter, I’d still be angry. I’d still be in disbelief over my best friend being with a man who is just… Not Good. And I do think Peter deep down still feels that way, but he also knows he cannot persuade omega, and so he has to move on. He sent her a wedding card but, in my head, they do not keep in touch. Steve doesn’t want her to keep in touch with him, and honestly, there isn’t much for Peter and omega to say to each other anymore. Which I think is realistic. It’s sad but it’s realistic.

One of the hardest parts for me was making sure to tie up every single loose end. Like for example, Sharon. In an earlier iteration, I had originally planned for Steve to somehow sabotage Sharon and keep her from graduating as revenge for her being mean to omega. In the end, I decided against this. Sharon is not important to Steve, she is not that important to the story either, and honestly, she wouldn’t have deserved that at all. So, I left her alone. I hope she’s doing well.

Same with other tiny loose ends, like who fixed Steve Junior? Originally, I genuinely DID mean that Steve simply paid someone else to fix her. But A LOT of you sent me messages asking if it was Steve himself who fixed him… and it just made so much sense! Because the stitching is done lowkey badly and unevenly, so of course it was Steve! I added that part in right at the end! Also the sketchbook part, where Steve sketches his mom. That was added like, on the day of me posting the fic. I was so paranoid I missed something, but I don’t think I did??

Mr. Rogers wasn’t meant to be in the fic at all. I wanted to keep him mysterious. But in the end, I decided to add him in last second. And I liked that he and his wife are so in love, but I feel like he’s still a mysterious character – especially in his relationship towards his son.

Lastly, Steve was ALWAYS gonna be a girl dad. That was never a question. Like… come on. We all saw that one coming!!!

Now all I can say is that Steve (the one on my blog who answers questions) is going to be SO smug that he got his omega back (after like two minutes of him losing her lmao). LIKE?? He proved all of you wrong hahahaha. The whole time y'all were talking about him sitting at home, heartbroken bc his omega got taken... HE HAD HER THE WHOLE TIME. just a funny thought lol.

ANYWAYS, if you have any questions about the fic, any more deleted scenes you wanna know about, any other things you want to say in response to this? please send them in!!!

#poyt #sorry this is so rambly omfg #my thoughts 💭

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spiritual-messages · 1 year

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~from your guides pac 🤍

Hey there

First of all i'd like to thank you all for showing so much love on my first reading .I appreciate all the feedbacks , likes and reblogs 🥺

Bless!

Here's the christmas pac im doing

So todays reading is all about messages and advice from your spirit guidesss .. (So those who don't know each and every person has a spirit guide that help them a guide them throughout this journey of life and you can have 1 or more spirit guides )

So before we start I want you to take a few deep breaths and center yourself .. Now pick a pile you are attracted to the most haha!

:) letsss take a moment to appreciate how beautiful all the pictures are

The pictures aren't mine and are taken from pinterest credit to the owners thank yaaa! Bless

Pile 1 ------ pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 1

Alright pileee oneee welcome to your reading

Current Energy :

Ahahaha .. So I heard " emotional healing " 👀 you guys are healers... I see alot of water and earth energy coming.. Wussup virgos and scorpios , heyaaa taurus hahaha alrghtieee so lets get it lets go..

So right now i see you guys healing .. Smth damaged you emotionally I see .. stop worrying about ppl who dont appreciate your care please don't cry becz of those stupid brats .. Why hurting yourself .. Thats not righttt ...

Message from your guides :

" I know that you are empathetic and I know that you can't see people in pain... You can't help but lend a hand to those in need .. Even if it emotionally drain you... But you need realise that some people are just energy suckers .. Vampires who drain you and leave you tired and overwhelmed. . you need to realise that your energy and well being

comes first .. You are not caring about your cup trying while to fill their's and that leaves you being exhausted .. Stressed and overwhelmed .. ( please stay away from energy vampires they mean no good and helping them isn't worthy at all becz they will be the same again they never learn pleasee watch out...) Dear one we cant even blame you becz you have an ability to attract all those unhealed souls ( scorpio moon energy) they are attracted to you becz you have so much power to heal others and to make others feel comfortable with you ( you might even have noticed that people get comfortable around way tooo quick and you might even have noticed them opening up to you way faster .. Letting you know all their secrets .. You might also feel other's pain as if they are ur own and you don't judge them .. Also you guys are masters in manifesting) but first heal yourself .. Watch out for such ppl who comes to you only when they are sad .. You have such positive aura around .. But you are letting those people kill your vibe don't do such stuff .. Focus on yourself.. Give time to yourself .. ( you might even leave all your work to listen to ppl who are sad you are so pure)"

Advice :

your guides are telling you to start being protective over your energy and be cautious about who you decide to pour this energy on.. Make sure that they learn and grow by your help.. If they are stuck even after helping to much just let them go .. Universe is fair to all .. Don't trust people that easily .. I also feel as if you guys helped someone with money and they aren't returning it ? And are even asking for more.. don't!👀 telling ya they lying about what they need that money for.. Dont invest in such ppl 👀 ... So if you have a question like " is this the truth " or anything else.. The answer is yes! Bless please make your friend circle smaller and cut out all the toxic ppl.. It will get lonely but trust me .. The journey will lead you to pure brightness

Thats all.. I wish you a very best future and advice you to meditate atleast 15 mins per day . cut out those vampiesss otherwise they will continue to make you feel overwhelmed. . invest your energy in ppl who are worthy of that

Bless ❤️

Pile 2

Current energy :

Alrightie pile 2 welcome to your readinghhhh Uffff so heavy energy here.. I feel as if im stuck somewhere and am unable to move .. Oh my god guys are you alright ? chin up you got this alright! Dont give upppp... Guys i see your are dealing with family issues .. I see conflicts and abusive family (that's sad.. ) so for some of you I see that you wanna move out and wanna be separated from your family and for others I see your family causing trouble in your relationship ..

Message from your guides :

" my dear I know what you have been through .. I know that they never supported you and gave you love like other parents did to their children. . I know that you never showed that it hurted you but deep inside you wish to have a cute loving family .. I know you just want someone to call a family and one to embrace when nights get colder.. One to support you when you are broken and one to pour all your love on .. Its okay love .. Be positive and move .. Have faith on us on universe .. You'll be able to achieve a great family in future .. We are sending a soulmate into your life who can love and cherish you and give you all the precious things you deserve .. Stay strong . we know you feel stuck and often feel like you cant get outta this situation but thats no truth.. Trust the universe.. Transformation will occur.. And things will change.. You'll get all the money you ever wanted to get you life in balance and get a love who will hug you so tight that all those broken pieces of your heart will stick right back ( guys for some of you I feel like someone in your family do drugs and have unhealthy addiction .. And that person cause chaos .. Your inner child is completely traumatised... please have faith .. I wish everything best for you .. You are too precious ) I know that your family doesnt value your opinions and you often feel controlled and manipulated. . but soon there will be someone who will help you.till then help yourself. And move .. You can create a life that you want and you will .. Have faith on yourself!"

Advice :

All right .. Your guides are telling you to trust the universe and be positive .. Dont give up and try to cheer urself up by positive affirmation. . they are telling you to notice the signs they are sending you " 222 , 111 ,555 and 2222" very soon a transformation will occur that will change your life .. I see a soulmate coming in your life .. For some of you this will be your future spouse .. They will help you to get outta all this dumb shit created by your family .. And will heal you till then make decisions and be determined have faith u got this done... Let's go so proud of you you did greattt job

I wish you all the best

Bless ❤️

Pile 3

Energy:

Alrightie pile threeh welcome to your reading 😂 haha .. So so soo i see alot going on .. I see that someone from your past is coming back into your life .. Possibly an ex ? Someone whom you cutted all the cords with.. .. I see you guys rn in a healthy relationship or living a great life .. But this past person steps in and the chaos begins ( well fuck past and fuck maths thats what I was used to say when I was a teenager )

Message from your guides :

" .. The lights thats around you .. Is coming from yourself .. Thats because you are positive ans you have to let that light shine within yourself.. Dont let past come back. . remember all the lessons you learnt .. Trust that once a cheater will always be a cheater .. You worked hard to build what you are to day .. Dont let some cheap chipmunks destroy that progress .. They must have realised how good you were but trust it they just want you for what you are today ans will continue to hurt you again . dont let people use you .. ( lets go girl/ boi you are the baddest bitch .. You got it!! Go walk all over him/her .. Let that punk rub his nose on the ground for you .. Fucking spit on his wreakass ugly face .. Dont let that rotten fish destroy your future fuck ittt!!) Remember why you choosed to move on .. And now you have new opportunities waiting for you so get it "

Advice :

I heard " beat that ass up bitch go beattt that ass like damn" damn you are kicking asses i see wooho cheers to my pile three damn im smiling proudly.

Okay so lemme calm my damn self down and continue the reading bruh 😂 so your guides are advising you to kick ass well not really ( well good idea ah mhmhmmm ) well they are telling you not to look back because I see you have manifested a soulmate .. And if you aew in a toxic relationships break up just go free yourself from that shit .. Work on yourself and be proud of you have achieved pat yourself on the backs ❤️ if you are in a relationship which is healthy and someone from past came back just kick that past person out .. Becz you are or will be in a relationship with your soulmate thats healthy .. Just go ittt rhrrrrr

Bless !

so I hope it resonates thank you .. I wish you a great future and an awesome day ... Remember that you are the creator of your damn reality and you fucking know how to handle that power .. So chin up .. You rock this shit .. Keep grinding ( i caught you u naughty little not that grinding you dirtyminded bitch)

Lemme know what pile you picked haha and this is a general reading so take what resonates and let other shit flow off

Feedbacks are appreciated ❤️ so much grateful for the love you showed on my last reading 🥺 thank youuu

Bless bahhhbayeee

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Okay, so for some weird reason, Tumblr isn't letting my replies stick. So, I'm so sorry to the people who replied to my post about Fanfic commenting. I'm not sure why the replies are not sticking, but I've already sent a support ticket about this issue. Just know that I've read them and I'll just post my replies here for the meantime... @nic-stars It really is heartbreaking. I remember getting replies that even theorizes what would happen next in my stories. Those were really interesting and fun. There were even really great constructive criticism ones that helped me grow as a writer and ones where you can feel connected with the reader and really being part of an incredible fandom. @aconstructofamind I feel fortunate that I haven't gotten a mean comment since returning. I'm all for criticisms as long as they are helpful, constructive, and worded in a way that doesn't demean or belittle anyone. It's really disheartening if meanness is now the norm, even when it comes to comments in fanfiction (or any fanwork). Also, I LOVE your handle. :D @pippinoftheshire Your handle made me smile, haha, thank you for that. Anyways, this should really be something brought back, and not because like we're starved for it (but, yeah, we are. a bit. haha), but also because it's a way for us to connect with our readers, too. Like, tell us how you feel (but in a way that doesn't demean or belittle what we made and poured our hearts out, please); tell us if we wrote something wrong and how can we make it better; tell us why you hated what this character did in the story or why you agree with their actions. Connect with us. We are part of the same community. @typicxlcato Don't be scared to be the first! Comments are always appreciated by authors. Even just a single phrase or just giving a quote that you loved from the story and telling the author you loved that? That can make anyone's day. :) @amliza By all means, haha. I'm currently on a commenting spree as well on all the fanfic's I'm currently reading. :D @she-elf4 The thing about an author/writer answering their own posited question of whether what they/we wrote or not is good is that we (often) are biased about it. That's why we need comments to tell us in what area we needed improving or if we did well. It's the same reason why book reviews exist. It's not just to tell others of why a book is good or bad, but to give an author a sense of what they need to improve on. I've never heard of commenting rules before, so that's a bit shocking for me. The only rule I adhere to when writing comments/reviews it to be kind and if I want to criticize an author for something, to do so in a constructive, respecting manner because I have to remind myself (and know from my own experience) that whoever wrote what I was reading poured enough of their time and talent (and maybe even a bit of their heart and soul) into that work. Honestly, though, I am curious about what these rules you speak of are.

@13flags Who ever said I (or anyone who agreed with this post) am/are only writing for reviews? I don't know where you got that from? Haha. The post I made pointed out that the reason I would love to get a review is for feedback, to grow as an author. If you write with only your own lens to view your own writing with no one to critique or comment on it, how will you know you are doing well? The reviews/comments I had the honor of getting from my own fics were kind enough to provide constructive criticisms, which is always good for an author. Also, it's nice to get validation for your writing, even if your objective is to share your stories to the world. Comments/Reviews are like symbolic to some (maybe most?) writers that they had been heard and can even be bridges for found friendships (as is the case with me. I made good friends from them). So, it's really nice.

#fanfiction #fanficwriting #fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 #ao3 author #ao3 writer #ao3 community #ao3 reviews #archive of our own #fanfic authors #ao3 comments #tumblr replies are broken for me #sorry #i'm trying to post these replies

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idontknowreallywhy · 10 months

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a Thing…

Confession: I’ve only ever written one tiny fanfic scene/concept for another fandom and never realistically intended to even try in the Thunderbirds fandom because there is so much out there that is amazing and frankly I don’t feel worthy of adding to it. My plan was basically to try to find a proper writer to bring my ideas to life buuut… @gaviiadastra posted this lovely fic about Gordon and Virgil…

Aaaanyway Virgil’s reaction in that to people being intimidated by his talent and not sharing their own attempts poked me in the brain and I figured… what’s the worst that can happen? The Thunderfam seems friendly enough… And maybe someone can give me some feedback so I can get good enough to do justice to the little stories brewing in my head one day.

So err, with all the caveats of FIRST TIME WRITING and I’M TOO EMBARRASSED EVEN TO PROOF READ IT and OH HECK PLEASE BE KIND…

*throws ficlet out into the void and hides under Jeff’s desk*

Mysterious Paint.

There has always been inexplicable paint on the ceiling of Virgil’s studio.

It wasn’t the swirling blues and greens and yellows that mystified him… he’d painstakingly covered the tantalisingly blank canvas with those the first year after they made the permanent move out to the island. It had taken several months worth of snatched half hours balanced precariously on stacked chairs or packing crates and he was pretty sure the process had aged his spine by a couple of decades. Maybe Michaelangelo had secret bionic implants because how ON EARTH he’d managed…

His family didn’t blink an eye - after all every item of clothing Virgil owned had some kind of paint on it and so it stood to reason everything he owned and the entire space he painted within should too. They put it down to a stereotypical ‘mad artist’ kind of flailing with a paintbrush 3ft back from the canvas but that wasn’t really how Virgil worked. He was more of a carefully considered, up-close-and-personal-with-whatever-surface-he-was-pouring-his-soul-on-to kind of painter (hence the neck strain from ceiling art application). His passion wasn’t deliberately messy - all those clothing stains generally came from letting a cuff dangle too close to the pallet, or when he stopped to think about his next stroke and the waiting paint would become impatient and drip from the brush on to his jeans. And he would have to confess that he did wipe his hands on his clothes sometimes… his rags stashed by his easel for that very purpose always seemed to have gone walkies at the moment he needed one (and usually turned up later covered in engine oil).

No, it wasn’t his painting style that was to blame - and he could prove it too because there were no similar stains in the lounge at the easel he used when he wished to be closer to his family while he created.

So there, Scott, it’s not as easy to explain as you imagine.

And yet, there they were - streaks and splashes in every colour he’d ever squeezed from a tube - laid down haphazardly over his existing masterpiece. He sighed. At one point he’d started painting over them but it just didn’t look the same and he felt almost guilty - as though he was eradicating something that was supposed to exist. In a way he couldn’t rationalise it felt more honest to leave them there. As if, to do otherwise would be denying some part of himself.

It bugged him, as any conundrum did. He wasn’t a fan of mystery as a general rule - he was an engineer. He was a fixer. When he faced the unknowable he either drew it in order to pin it down or hammered it into crashing chords and mournful melodies to exorcise the questioning from his mind.

He’d initially suspected someone was pranking him. Perhaps this was uncharitable as, for all his japery, Gordon would never vandalise Virgil’s creations… would he? But having EOS keep a log of every occasion his studio door was unlocked for a month proved his brother to be trustworthy… nobody went there when Virgil was absent but a series of silver slashes had been added in the meantime. He felt a sick, dull guilt for doubting his family.

And yet, UGH it was playing on his mind. A rational man, he didn’t believe in ghosts but he was almost willing to consider anything that would give him even a ludricrous ANSWER to the infuriating puzzle.

In the end, it was Gordon who solved it.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #virgil tracy #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fanfiction #Thunderfam #my first ever try please forgive me if it’s terrible #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #the paint mystery #thunderfluff #idkrw thunderfluff

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A couple prayers, if you please? One for mourning as I lost a dear friend and mentor this week and I was unable to attend the funeral. He was/is beloved by many and devout in his faith.

And a prayer of thanks. Despite loosing my friend, I had an otherwise great week. Two friends and a siblings all contacted me to check in on me independently of each other. One friend I hadn't heard from in about a month, the other a year or two. After venting various woes to them all, I got to talk and catch up with them on the goings on in their lives and it was really nice. I've been getting tons of positive feedback from my employers this week and even my kitty has been more snuggly than usual. 2023 has been the worst year of my life, but this week really made me feel appreciated and loved and I think that's just God reminding me to keep going. ♡

May He bless you and all who read this with many good things to come this holiday season and into the new year. Thank you. 🙏🏻

Of course! I've put some prayers under a readmore that you might find helpful! God bless you, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas when it comes!

A prayer for someone that's departed:

O God of spirits and of all flesh, Who hast trampled down death and overthrown the Devil, and given life to Thy world, do Thou, the same Lord, give rest to the souls of Thy departed servants in a place of brightness, a place of refreshment, a place of repose, where all sickness, sighing, and sorrow have fled away. Pardon every transgression which they have committed, whether by word or deed or thought. For Thou art a good God and lovest mankind; because there is no man who lives yet does not sin, for Thou only art without sin, Thy righteousness is to all eternity, and Thy word is truth.

For Thou are the Resurrection, the Life, and the Repose of Thy servants who have fallen asleep, O Christ our God, and unto Thee we ascribe glory, together with Thy Father, who is from everlasting, and Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, now and ever unto ages of ages. Amen.

A prayer of thanksgiving

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men. We praise Thee, we bless Thee, we worship Thee, we glorify Thee, we give thanks to Thee for Thy great glory.

O Lord, Heavenly King, God the Father Almighty; O Lord, the Only-begotten Son, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit; O Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Thou that takest away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. Thou that sittest on the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us. For Thou alone art holy, Thou alone art Lord, Jesus Christ, in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

Every day will I bless Thee, and praise Thy name forever and ever. Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this day without sin. Blessed art Thou, O Lord, God of our fathers, and praised and glorified is Thy Name forever. Amen.

Let Thy mercy, O Lord, be upon us, as we have set our hope in Thee.

Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes. Blessed art Thou, O Master, teach me Thy commandments. Blessed art Thou, O Holy One, enlighten me with Thy precepts. O Lord, Thou hast been our refuge from generation to generation. I said: Lord, have mercy on me! Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee! O Lord, I flee unto Thee! Teach me to do Thy will, for Thou art my God. For with Thee is the fountain of life, and in Thy light shall we see light. Continue Thy mercy unto those who know Thee.

Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us (3 times).

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Holy Immortal, have mercy on us. Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us.

Another prayer of thanksgiving

O Lord my Savior and my Master, I, Thine unprofitable servant, with fear and trembling give thanks unto Thy loving goodness for all Thy benefits which Thou hast poured so abundantly upon me, Thy servant. I fall down in adoration before Thee and offer Thee, O God, my praises; with fervor I cry to Thee:

O God, deliver me from all adversities and mercifully fulfill in me such of my desires as may be expedient for me. Hear me, I entreat Thee, and have mercy, for Thou art the Hope of all the ends of the earth, and unto Thee, with the Father, and the Holy Spirit, be ascribed glory, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

I praise Thee, O God of our Fathers, I hymn Thee, I bless Thee, I give thanks unto thee for Thy great and tender mercy. To Thee I flee, O merciful and mighty God. Shine into my heart with the True Sun of Thy righteousness.

Enlighten my mind and keep all my senses, that henceforth I may walk uprightly and keep Thy commandments, and may finally attain unto eternal life, even to Thee, Who art the source of life, and be admitted to the glorious fruition of Thine inaccessible Light; for Thou art my God, and unto Thee, O Father, Son and Holy Spirit, be ascribed glory, now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.

#prayer request #prayer req #prayer

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The Third Musketeer

Chapter 5

A/N I did a mini poll to decide whether or not to continue after the last chapter or redo it and leave out the *cough* events between Stiles and reader. I didn’t have many responses but most people voted for me to continue! So here’s the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy and please reblog and even give me feedback if you’re feeling extra nice! Thank you! Not fully proofread btw…

Someone had been murdered. Again. And guess who was at the crime scene? Jackson and Lydia. God, it’s like no-one can escape this.

Stiles called me up last night to tell me about it, it wasn’t good, and Jackson was angry. So angry he started yelling at Stiles’ dad.

I try to forget about everything as I walk into school, taking a deep breath and step inside. Just, focus on school, that’s what’s important right now. Don’t make things worse by letting your grades go down.

After my first class, Stiles came running up to find me, “Scott needs to do something.” He leans agains my locker.

“I know.”

“Lydia’s not been in today.” He looks me up and down slightly. I press my back against the locker next to him.

“I know.”

“Someone should probably go to her house and see if she’s ok.”

“I know.” I nod, looking at him.

“I-is it ok if I go and check on her?”

“Yeah of course, I’m not your keeper, you don’t need my permission.” I chuckle slightly.

“Yeah- yeah I know but, you know, I don’t want you to be upset or anything.”

“And why would it upset me?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Y/n you know what I’m talking about stop making this hard.” He groans. I chuckle.

“Stiles, we said we weren’t going to do anything about you know what. You’re allowed to do what you want.”

“I just, I just want you to be happy.” He mumbles and looks down to the floor. I turn to face him and bring a hand up to hold his cheek to move him to look at me.

“Stiles I am.” I say, searching his eyes. Trying to figure out what this is really about. He shakes his head.

“No. You’re not happy. You’re not even ok. And who can blame you?! Everything’s going wrong right now! And I can’t even be in a relationship with you! I can’t support you the way I want to.” Now I bring my other hand to his face.

“You’re right. I’m not happy. But I’m still here and I’m coping. And I know that you want to do more, and that’s why I fell for you, but right now I can’t be your priority. Your best friend is a werewolf. And there is an alpha running around murdering people. I can wait. You’re batman remember?” That brings a little smile to his face, “I can’t let Gotham fall because I stole their hero now, can I?”

He searches my eyes for a moment before tugging me into a tight hug. I hug him back, pouring as much emotion as I can into it. He pulls away and this time it’s his turn to hold my face, it has my stomach doing flips. “You’re amazing you know that? God, how did I get so lucky?” He smiles wide at me, then he brings his face closer to mine and it feels like he’s staring into my soul. “Your batman is going to save Gotham faster than you can blink, and then, catwoman,” he winks, “I’m going to come and save you. I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at him.

“Thank you.” I mouth to him and I lean my body forwards slightly. He kisses my forehead and brings me into another hug.

“Can you come with me?” He asks, and of course, I give him a nod.

“Honey there’s a Stiles and y/n here to see you.” Lydia’s mom says as she walks into Lydia’s room. Lydia’s lying on the bed picking at her nails.

“What hell is a Stiles?” She asks. I try not to chuckle.

“She took a little something to ease her nerves,” her mom nervously tells us, “you can go in.”

“Thanks.” Me and Stiles say stepping inside the room. I decide to let Stiles take the lead on this one since it was his idea. Lydia turns to face us and I see the lack of appropriate clothes get revealed.

“What are you doing here?”

“W-we were just making sure you’re ok.”she hums, looking at us both.

“Why?” She pats the bed and Stiles glances at me, I give him a slight nod and he sits in the gap she just made.

“Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?” He asks. I smile at how caring he is. Lydia moves and squeezes Stiles’ bicep before sitting up.

“I feel fantastic.” She brings her face super close to Stiles’ and I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Just as I’m about to say something, Stiles reaches over to Lydia’s bedside table and picks up her pills. He chuckles when he reads the label, “I bet you can’t say ‘I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop’ 10 times fast.”

“I saw shuzy- err- I shaw-“ she stares at Stiles and gets a horrible look on her face as he puts the pills down. Then she leans down and stares at the wall, “I saw…” ok… this feels important.

“What? Lydia what did you see?” Stiles asks and I move closer.

“Something.” She says, and I can tell she seems to be holding back.

“Something like… like a mountain lion?” I suggest.

“A mountain lion.” She smiles slightly, dazed.

“Are you sure you saw a mountain lion or are you just saying that because that’s what the police told you?”

“A mountain lion.” She says as if reassuring someone, though I suspect the someone is herself.

Stiles takes the stuffed giraffe toy off her desk and holds it up to her. “What’s this?”

“A mountain lion.” She says, now seeming sure of herself.

“Okay…” Stiles mutters then turns to me, “She is so high.” Just as he says that Lydia slumps onto his leg looking like she’s asleep.

“Oh god.” I mutter, rubbing my head.

“Well we’re gonna go.” Stiles declares after a few minutes of us glancing between each other and Lydia. “Leave you to the whole post traumatic stress thing.” He gets up and we walk out the room, just as I’m about to close the door Lydia’s phone rings.

“Um, want me to get that Lyds?” I ask, the first thing I’ve said to her today. She doesn’t respond so I walk over to make sure it’s nothing important for her. I open her phone and see that it’s a text, but before I can try to open it, a video on her phone starts playing. A video of what looks like, the alpha wolf. “Oh my god… Stiles look at this!” He rushes over, having heard my urgency and he watches the video. Oh god, Lydia really did see it. What do we do now? This could endanger her further. Stiles looks like he’s having the same thoughts.

We quickly head back to Stiles’ house and try to get hold of Scott. Stiles calls him but it goes straight to voicemail, what is he doing? “Hey, it’s me again.” Stiles starts. “Look, I found something and I don’t know what to do okay?” His voice breaks a little and it makes my heart hurt. “So if you could turn your phone on,” he sounds a little more frustrated now, “right now, that’d be great. Or else, I’ll kill you, you understand me? I’m gonna kill you. We both will! And I’m too upset to come up with a witty description about hoe exactly I’m gonna kill you, but I’m just gonna do it okay? I’m gonna… ugh! Goodbye!” He hangs up and drops his phone on his bed,

He groans and sighs, sitting backwards on his desk chair and putting his head against his arms. I come up behind him and rub his shoulders a little. I’m about to say something before Noah knocks on the door making both of us jump.

“Please tell me I’m gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight.” Oh god I forgot that was tonight.

“Depends on how you define good news.” Stiles responds, seemingly avoiding looking at me.

“I define it as you getting straight A’s with no behavioural issues.”

“You might wanna rethink that definition.” Stiles says, trying to be humorous, but I can hear the disappointment.

“Enough said.” Noah says, sparing me a quick smile before walking off.

Stiles sighs sadly and looks down at his desk. I bring my hands back up to his shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s okay Stiles, you’ve got a lot going on.” He sighs and nods, bring one of his hands up to mine and squeezing it before bringing it forward to place a quick but gentle kiss to my palm. I’m glad he can’t see my face because I must look like an idiot.

“Ugh! Scott better get back from whatever it is he’s doing soon or I really am gonna kill him.” I chuckle leaning down so my chin is resting on his head. “No arguments from me there.” I respond, making him chuckle a little too.

We stay like that quietly for a little bit. Eventually Stiles grabs the phone again and wordlessly deletes the video from Lydia’s phone. I agree with his decision so I don’t say anything to him.

Soon I head to the student-teacher conference, I meet my mum and tell her I haven’t seen Scott all day. She calls him but as predicted he doesn’t pick up. She quickly gives up and heads inside telling me to tell him where she is when he arrives.

I see Allison’s car pull up and I look inside to see Scott and suddenly it all clicks as to where he’s been. Just as I’m about to storm over to him, my mum storms out the door, clearly trying to contact him, sounding angry. Scott ducks below the dashboard and I decide that I won’t snitch right now, but he owes me.

My mum spots Allison’s parents coming out the door and we overhear them trying to get in contact with her too. She goes over to speak to them and just before their discussion gets heated, Allison and Scott get out of the car.

We all storm over to them and our mum starts asking where he’s been. Just as Allison’s dad tells her to get in the car to go home, we hear some kind of scream. We all run over to see what’s happening.

People are running around and screaming everywhere, running to their cars and panicking. But I can’t see why. I hear some kind of growling and try to figure out what’s making the noise, through all the panic and cars suddenly pulling out, I separate from Scott. Suddenly I’m about 3 feet from Noah who’s trying to get people out.

A car suddenly pulls out as he walks behind it, pushing him over. I quickly run over to him checking on him. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” He reassures and I kneel down next to him.

“Are you sure? That looked painful.” I ask, looking over to make sure.

He pulls a gun out of a holster attached to his calf and just as he tried to get his bearings, we hear 2 gunshots. We both look over to see Allison’s dad lowering his gun.

Everyone gathers around whatever he shot while I stay with Noah to try and help. I hear a few people mutter out the words ‘mountain lion’ and it surprises me but I have other priorities.

God Stiles is going to be upset when he hears about this.

#stiles stilinski fluff #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #stiles x reader

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