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justfangirlthingies · 3 years

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Love Story (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

This is a songfic based on "Love Story" by Taylor Swift

Dad! Draco is something I absolutely adore, I just couldn't help myself

Word count: 2568 words

Warnings: a bit of angst maybe, but the rest is fluff

The reader is a pureblood, but that's only mentioned once, so I guess if you want to change that up in your head feel free to do so, it's not like I can control your thoughts or anything

Soft draco content!

Also, this is my first time writing anything for Draco, sorry if he's a little OOC, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. I just found this idea cute. That's it. Carry on with your reading :)

By the way, the war and all that jazz did happen I just, I dunno left it out because that would've been too much

"Darling!? Are you alright?" Your husband barged into the hospital room. His platinum hair disheveled and tie loosened. He was panting heavily, presumably from running all the way here from his workplace. "I came as fast as I could, but the minister wouldn't let me leave early, since I'd be at home for the next weeks anyways." A soft smile graced your lips as you spoke up "Draco it's fine don't worry. I'm - I mean we are fine"

His eyes flooded with guilt as a look of sorrow took over his face "I-I missed it? I'm so sorry I wasn't there..." Draco stammered quietly as he slowly started to approach you. You gave a small nod as you reached your arms out for him. The blonde didn't hesitate to engulf your smaller form into his arms as soon as he had reached the hospital bed you were sprawled out on. "It's not your fault love" You whispered soothingly while you allowed your fingers to run through his already messy hair. Soft lips brushed your temple as you basked in Draco's warmth. The male moved away from you a bit to catch a glimpse of your face. "Is it a girl or a-" but before he could finish, the door opened once again and in came a doctor with a small bundle wrapped in a lime green blanket in his arms. "Ah you must be Mr. Malfoy then."

Draco just stared at the blankets and gave a small nod, trying to make out the baby underneath. He watched as the doc handed you the small human. A smile etched onto your lips as you took the baby from the man. Your husband finally caught sight of your child. Well of the blond fuzz on the baby's head to be exact. You noticed his stare and giggled "You want to hold him Draco?" You questioned and without even giving him time to think, handed him your newborn. "He?" he smiled tenderly when he finally saw the baby-boy's full face. His icy blue eyes found a pair of identically coloured irises staring back up at him.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" The doctor asked after a few minutes. This resulted in Draco looking up from his son and throwing a questioning gaze at you. "Go ahead." You reassured him.

It's not like he had to make up a name on the spot. After all the two of you talked a lot about baby names and had decided to stay with the Black family tradition for the naming, seeing as upholding this tradition was of utter importance to him. It was a relieve to see you hadn't changed your mind about the name you had decided on beforehand.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy" spoke the love of your life. Huge grins on both of your faces as Draco pulled you closer towards him and Scorpius so he could hold the whole extent of his new family in his arms.

With that the doctor left the three of you to have some privacy and to get to know your son.

A content sigh left your lips and you decided to speak up "Look how far we've come Dray. We survived my father and a war, moved in together, got married and now we're starting a new chapter. A family"

"Ah yes of course." he replied before a smirk appeared on his face "Though I have to say, your father was the greatest challenge we've had to overcome." A chuckle escaped his lips as he started reminiscing about the past "Do you remember how we met?"

You hummed in response "We were both young when I first saw you"

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

Your eyelids fluttered close as you swayed in the memory of the first time you laid your eyes on him.

▪︎

I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

It was a peaceful evening. A little boring for a nine-year-old maybe, but still nice. Your family had hosted a ball and invited all the other well known and mostly wealthy pureblood families. Nothing unusual.

One thing however, was a little extraordinary. Notoriously you were the only child at such gatherings, but on this fateful night you had seen another child. A pale boy around your age, you guessed. His gelled back hair was a white-blond colour, it framed his face along with his sharp, pointed features. That's when your (e/c) orbs met his piercing grey ones.

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

This encounter made your evening much more eventful and enjoyable and it also gained you a friend for life.

Little did I know that you were Romeo

Had you known who he was back then, maybe you would've kept your distance. But the thing is, you didn't know.

▪︎

From then on your friendship only continued to blossom as years passed by

Sometimes Draco would sneak out of his house just to wake you up and spend time with you in the middle of the night. Many times you woke to a tapping sound coming from your window

you were throwin' pebbles

In the beginning you were surprised to see him, standing outside underneath your window when you opened it. Occasionally you'd sneak out and go for walks.

His nightly visits became more frequent, often leading to you sneaking him into your home, up the stairs and into your room.

On some instances you spent hours on end just talking. Other times, you spent those same hours engulfed in one another's embrace, lips meeting each other halfway, limbs entangled and bodies pressed together.

Unfortunately your father had seen the light from underneath your door and heard voices talk when he woke that night. He barged into your room and as he saw the Malfoy boy sitting criss cross on your carpeted floor, the two of you deeply engulfed in conversation, he yanked the blonde up and dragged him out of your room and down the stairs

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet (Y/n)"

You had followed after them as tears cascaded down your cheeks. And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"" His heart broke then and there as he watched your devastated form call out to him in vain. Before Draco had a chance to answer your request he was shoved out the front door by your father.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! Just what do you think you're doing sneaking around with the Malfoy boy?!" Your father hollered, his voice laced with anger. The man you called your father could be very intimidating at times, especially when he was fuming and glared at someone, just like he was doing with you now. The adult's words dripping from his voice like venom "You won't see him again." "Bu-" You were about to cut him off and protest, but he just continued and talked over your failed attempt to interrupt him "I don't want you talking to the son of a death eater! He's probably already one himself."

Your face contorted into a scowl as you seethed at him through your teeth, tears still dropping from your shimmering (e/c) irises "You can't tell me what to do!" It slipped past your lips and your face nearly went to a look of surprise at your own words. Your eyes widened slightly, but now that you had already made the mistake of talking back to him with that attitude, what did you have to lose? You tried to keep your demeanor the way it was when you talked back to the man you called your father.

"What was that young lady?!" He scolded "That's no way to talk to your father (Y/n)!" You snarled at him before you got up from your place on the staircase and turned to retrieve to your room, making sure to slam the door on your way. Waking your mother and siblings in the process. You only knew that because you heard voices and different footsteps.

As soon as the door was properly shut you threw yourself onto the bed and hugged one of your pillows close to you as you sobbed and screamed in frustration, pain, anger, sadness, agony or however you would like to describe it. The fact that the pillow you were currently clutching to your body as you shook with tears, still smelled of the boy who had captured your heart and was with you not even 10 minutes ago just had you break down even more. That is how you went to sleep that dreadful night. Crying yourself to sleep while you held onto the pillow for dear life.

▪︎

It took you some time, but you found a way to meet up again. In secret.

Just you and him.

Merlin knows what would happen if someone found out that the two of you were sneaking around again.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

▪︎

So close your eyes

"We should run away together Draco. Just imagine all the things we could do then." you suggested quietly, your head resting on his chest.

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

▪︎

Of course it was only a matter of time until your father found out about your little ordeal again.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet(Y/n)"

And once again you found yourself in an oddly familiar occurrence as you were crying after the man you loved. It pained both of you to see each other hurt. "But you were everything to me" Draco called out to you and he made sure your father had heard him too, for the young Mr. Malfoy was indeed completely and utterly in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show it. As soon as your pleas reached his ears again he felt his heart sink in his chest. I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

▪︎

Maybe your father was right, maybe you did deserve someone better, Draco thought. At least that's what the silver-eyed boy told himself. It was his only way of staying sane and grounded. His way to cope was to hope you'll meet someone better than him, someone more deserving of your love, even though that thought hurt him, it was a comfort to think that, maybe you'd move on, but his heart still held onto the last bits of hope he had left in him. And that's when it happened. An owl landed on his windowsill. Not just any owl. Your owl and the letter it carried had your family's seal on it.

He felt his heartbeat increase rapidly, his hands clammy as he opened the window. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smile, to cry, scream or throw up then and there because that letter could contain anything. A wedding invite maybe? He hoped not. After contemplating for a bit he decided on opening your letter. As he did so, he became more nervous with each passing second, still clinging tightly onto the last bit of hope he had left.

The letter read: "Romeo Draco, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Oh but this time he would say "Yes"

Oh, oh

For this time, he had a plan and he was determined to execute his plan

▪︎

I got tired of waiting. Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around. My faith in you was fading

You were on the breach of losing all your hope, but you decided you'd try one last time. So you went to the place you'd told him you'd wait for him. If he didn't show up today then that's it, you would give up. However, what you didn't expect was to actually meet him face to face. When I met you on the outskirts of town,

When your eyes met his again for the first time in so long you didn't know how to react. Was it appropriate to hug him? You weren't sure so you just stood there frozen on the spot when you asked him once again. Desperately clutching to your last bit of hope that you didn't even know you had left.

and I said

"Romeo Draco, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Tears streamed down your face as you poured your heart out to him and when you felt his warmth surround you, you didn't hesitate to lap onto him with all your might. After a few minutes he tore himself away from you and when his grey eyes met pools of (e/c), he saw the terror in your eyes. Did you think he didn't want to be with you? "I'm sorry this took so long love" he spoke, leaving you with a confused expression on your face "but your father is a tough man" he chuckled. This only earned him another puzzled look from you as you arched an eyebrow in utter bewilderment. You were not sure what he was about to do and you certainly didn't expect him to do the thing he was about to do.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Juliet (Y/n). You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes""

There you stood before him. Eyes wide. Eyes that you couldn't believe. All you could do was just stand and stare.

"Umm...(Y/n)?" Draco looked up at you, his eyes holding only love and adoration and maybe a hint of fear because you were not answering. He gently reached upwards and caressed one of your soft hands. The touch bringing you back to reality and out of your trance. "An answer would be nice" he chuckled nervously. You quickly pulled him up by his hand and kissed him "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" you grinned and beamed up at him. You leaned in again and brushed your lips lightly against his as you spoke against the soft skin "Yes Draco. Yes"

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

▪︎

All of a sudden you were ripped from your little bubble by soft cries.

Just like that, in the spur of a moment, you were back to reality. Slowly your eyelids fluttered open, only to see your husband cradling your son in his arms to cease his crying "Shh, shhh, shh. It's alright Scorpius, your daddy is here" he cooed softly "we need to be quiet buddy because mommy is sleeping and mommy deserves her sleep after such an exhausting day." Draco smiled triumphantly when little Scorpius stopped crying "And you need all your sleep as well, your day was just as exhausting" he whispered softly.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Hello beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a dom Harry Potter smut with a fem reader pls ! ❤️❤️

after party

harry potter x fem!reader

summary: harry thinks you would rather enjoy being with him in his dorm rather than a post win party.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, kissing, fem!receiving oral, clit play, mentions of drugs

a/n: i combined this with another req, also i had no idea how to end this.

‘and potter catches the snitch, yet again gryffindors! wait to go to lions!’ lee jordan’s blissful voice boomed throughout the stadium of the quidditch pitch in delight of his prideful team winning for the third time in a row against the slytherins.

now you were currently hunched over the vermillion love seat in the gryffindor common room-post win party. as well as milking out your second glass of fire whisky that had been offered to you by a weasley, though you weren’t sure which one. now absentmindedly attempting to drown out the boisterous music that had thumped through the mahogany pleats of wood in the outdated floor. the mischievous weasley twins bouncing around from couple to couple playing pest-like pranks on one of the kissing mangle of teens in a child-like manner.

as you glanced around every nook and cranny of the room you caught sight of ron dreadfully endeavouring to flirt with hermione, he was doing something but it definitely wasn’t flirting. his sentences were getting fumbled every few words while his flesh began to bloom in the hue of red due to his tremendous embarrassment at the fact that he couldn’t even utter a sentence to the girl he fancied. hermione continued to bewilderedly gape at the taller gryffindor boy in confusion at what he meant by ‘hogsmeades nice, yeah?’

yet you were still glancing around the room every few seconds to catch sight of the brunette bespectacled boy, who had been the eye catcher of the quidditch win. as your irises erratically scanned the crevices of the room for the brunette boy, you suddenly felt the hands of a slightly taller male wrap around the curvature of your waist, and place his pointed chin directly on the crevice of your sensitive neck.

you gasped at first, unfamiliar as to who was now bounding your personal space— until you felt the familiar callouses through your top from his hands. now realizing it was the seeker prodigy of gryffindor. “played well love, should’ve seen malfoys face.” you chortled at the boy behind you as he bounded from foot to foot at the beat of the exuberant music that collided with the floor, small vibrations running thickly through the both of your connected figures as you awaited his response.

“i think instead of talking about malfoy we should go up to my dorm.” he insisted directly into the shell of your ear, his scent sticking into the aroma of the air around you; the mundane scent of cinnamon and vanilla adhered to his navy flannel that he frequently wore and now adhering to your own clothes frequently.

“nice proposal, need s’more convincing though.” you attempted to tease the strict adrenaline run boy as his swishes to the music continued, his throat clearing in a silent attempt to look at him; doing so you saw his eyebrow steadily raise at you, temptation to defy him was so thick in your brain it couldn’t have been hammered in with a nail even if you desired to do so.

“convince me, harry potter.” you muttered back, his ears catching to your sentence that stuck like honey into his mind in a recurrent loop. as you raised an eyebrow back at him, a small smirk grazing the planes of your lips albeit slight frustration collided into his nervous system. the only thing prohibiting him from making the choice to drag you upstairs at that current moment in time was a possibility of a scene erupting, while most likely the peering eyes of gryffindor catching onto the situation that the boy of you were currently enduring.

“well, it’s empty, and you are extremely alluring, love.” his voice hitting the direct flesh of your ear, his tone subtly getting sonorous as he spoke to you in such tantalizing manner. “hmph, i am.” you agreed sarcastically, a chuckle following your words as you spoke; your eyes dancing around the room again at all the distracted, and tipsy students.

at the begginning of the quidditch celebration, harry barely had a moment to himself to waltz into the common room without a pat on the back or a small ‘good win, mate’ sparing zero time to separate him from his girlfriend and be offered drinks instead. not to forget, a certain pair of weasleys trying to drowse him in alcohol for his recurrent win against the opposing emerald-green clad team.

“tempting, well alright then; show me your best, potter. or are you too tired?” the boy scoffed at your accusation, unwrapping his arms that were sturdy around your torso and now sliding his fingers between your own agile ones. the boy leading you all the way up the boys dormitory stairs, a double whistle boistering in the distance from two older redheads.

without even a sparing a glance or a pause in your strides you both snickered at the ridiculing whistle and continuing to saunter all the way to the deep oak wood door. both of you took an absent pause whilst harry was muttering, something along the lines of ‘muffilato’ and ‘alohomora’ before skidding his wand across the creaking floor and striding over to your figure.

without a second yearning thought the bespectacled boy encased both of his pallid palms on the apples of your cheeks, inherently pushing his lips directly onto your own cushions. the kiss slow and paced at first, taking time to stroll backwards until feeling the plush of his designated bed against the back of your calves was felt.

by the time you were right by the vermillion bed you felt his tongue gush into your mouth hurriedly, catching the taste of fire whisky implanting on his tastebuds from your own. the glide of your lips was effortless on his own, and your fingers starting to grasp at the hem of his flannel and throughly pushing it hastily to his panelled floor.

your lips nearly severing from each other as your back collided with the stitched vermillion comforter of his designated bed, his forearms now keeping a balance over your solemn figure. “this better than the party?” he interrogated between kisses, while one arm kept his balance the other hand started to glide up your top; the collision between your flushed skin and his own was obvious at the searing heat shared between the both of you. his hand steadily pushed the flimsy material around every curve of your body till it was steadily hanging off of his mattress absentmindedly and he took adoringly stare at your torso on display for him.

he fixed the leg of his glasses for a moment as his eyes sauntered over your body like you were a painted masterpiece at the hands of Leonardo D Vinchi himself, or great merlin had produced you from some sort of alluring essence that just couldn’t keep him away.

“much.” your hands made way from the grasp on his lower shirt all the way to the nape of his neck, slightly grasping at the brunette tufts as your lips were slotted together. your tongues in mid collision while his hands danced around the zipper of your jeans, and hastily leaving your lips with one last pull of his teeth before soaking in your amorous aura and darting his lips to the column of your throat.

his cushion lips suckling at your flesh, starting to bloom slight red hued petals onto your skin. the caps of his pearly-teeth diverging into the planes of your flesh, a moan blossoming from your pharynx at his intrusion, kissing the mark once before moving to the planes of your neck and restarting his recurrent behaviour all around your collarbones in a possessive headspace.

his lips now suckling at your abdomen, whilst his hands finally had gotten around the denim material and off of the smooth planes of your thighs all the way down to the curvature of your ankles and leaving the material to rest lazily on the floor.

“harry— please.” it was a distant murmur as he kissed all the way back to the vermillion lace you were clad in, matching to your bralette you had changed into right before the quidditch game. he grinned tremendously at your aching pleads, showcasing his pearly teeth whilst simultaneously looking down at your impatient trembled legs, and tearing the lace directly off of your cunt.

he smiled at the aching folds right in-front of his viewpoint, one that you would never carelessly admit to but that you were yearning for since you saw him clasp his hand around the golden ball. he adorned your figure for a moment, the golden fireplace illuminating your silhouette as he looked upon your heaving chest in anticipation.

he sturdily placed your thighs on the curvature of his shoulders, diving his mouth right onto your cunt and suckling like a babe at your clit, your legs already quivering at his rapid pace from his mouth. his tongue circling around your swollen button, proceeding to probe his tongue around every crevice of your bare cunt in efforts to please you.

harry’s tongue abstinently gliding through your folds in slow, sensual motions, his tongue in a venereal mission. your legs subconsciously trembling on the bend of his shoulder blades, the broil of heat in your stomach finally simmering in perforations of your belly and exploding though your cunt.

“m’gonna— harry, m’gonna cum.” you panted throughly as your hands engrossed in the brunette tresses of his nape. “want you to finish love, c’mon, f’me.” he took an inhalation of air while he spoke to your bleary form, your mind clouding by the minute as he had feasted on your cunt. one of his hands sneaking under your thighs and slotting his fingers on your engorged clit in small circles whilst you gasped at his small motions in stimulation.

you nodded hastily, gasping as you felt his mouth seal on your nub; you were precipitously whimpering at his devotion to your cunt, he glimpse at the curve in your back whilst you were releasing into the facets of his tongue. as you finished your first orgasam with a pant, he sponged a final few kisses to the sensitive complexion of the restricted planes of your inner thighs.

“c’mere.” yoy beckoned him closer, as he hovered his torso onto your own heaving one, he steadily sealed his puffy lips around your own, tasting your sweet nectar taste on your tongue. his own tongue gliding it sultry onto your submandibular muscle, whimpering at the feeling of his actions.

“nice neck.” he observed.

“nice face.” you challenged while swiping the pad of your thumb against his damp lips.

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delicatewerewolfsoul · 3 years

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Full Circle - Han Jisung

–pairing: han jisung x reader, life savior seungmin, (popular boy hyunjin, felix and minho making an appearance)

–genre: fluff, idiots/best friends to lovers au,

–word count: 3,8 k

–synopsis: jisung had exactly three days to make you his, and he'll do everything he could to make it happen.

–for the dear skz, with love event by @districtninewriters make sure to check the works of the other writers!

Lilacs: when lilacs have a light purple color, they represent first love and new begginings

The bell rings once again after another boring class in the middle of a peaceful Wednesday but Jisung doesn’t move an inch from where he’s sitting, his hands supporting his head as his eyes closed, sleeping far more entertaining than any weird information the teacher shared with all of you. Wednesday’s were always hard for Jisung since he had three classes different than yours that day. He couldn’t concentrate at all, he had no energy to spend, and honestly he didn’t want to either. He found these classes useless after all, since he already knew what he’ll do after this ended, and no one of these was part of it. That day his ears seemed far more used to the loud sound of the bell that doesn’t move an inch.

He was shaken out of his slumber violently, in his opinion, after something hits the back of his head, only for it to be a ball of paper, thrown at him by his classmate Felix that sat right behind him.

“Hey bro, class finished a while ago, why are you still here?” Felix says confused because his usually enthusiastic, bright friend was suddenly sulking more than usual that fine Wednesday while looking at a notebook at his hands that was clearly too neat to be his, so he guessed it was yours.

“But it’s boring without y/n… They have a big assignment with their chemistry class and they spend most of their time with them… And I don’t want to cling to them and be annoying” he says propping his head on his arms as he was looking at his friend that was about to laugh, it really looked as if Jisung’s life depended on how close you were and what you were doing. He remembers when once he said y/n is my oxygen half jokingly and Minho was about to throw a book on his head of disgust making everyone laugh. Truth was, that he was in too deep and too hard, from as long as he remembers. From the moment you met, when you held his hand in primary school to pull him out of the mud hole he had fallen and then taken to his home, only to find out that your parents are friends so that meant that you would probably spend more time together. And from that moment you were attached to the hip, the beauty and the nuisance as he would say himself (even though you scolded him every time he called himself that), following you around.

“Still, let’s go outside okay? I’m sure the others are already outside. And you need fresh air, stand up lover boy” patting his friends back and going out with the sulking boy following behind. Felix was right after all, he needed to be out and if he acted like that, then his other friend would feel like they weren’t worthy to him and was equally as bad. He stepped outside of the school to the big green area where big tables were placed so students could study.

“Took you long enough, what happened?” says Minho as the two of them step closer to their usual table where all of you sit during your breaks studying or laughing around.

“Lover boy here was refusing to let his desk alone, and he slept during class too” Felix said as he took a seat across Minho. Honestly he just wanted to sleep the day away, this specific day was too tiring for him to handle… But the others would never know that.

“I think I know the reason” Minho says, looking at his left, his gaze falling at the center of the yard where the table you were sitting with your classmates were. Jisung understands where he’s looking and turns to look as well. And his eyes land on you as you talk to your classmates, probably planning something he guesses from the way you look at them. As expected from his y/n… Well, not his, but yeah. He smiles shyly at the thought, feeling his face heating up. He then sees you waving at him, with a smile on your face, probably feeling his eyes on you and he waves back smiling as well. And that’s when he sees a very familiar figure going closer to you.

Someone tall with his hands in his pockets comes behind, and stops behind you. Hwang Hyunjin? What would the most popular kid in school want with a person that was kind of on the nerdy side, like you? What he’s about to hear will get him very surprised.

“y/n, go on a date with me” says Hyunjin and the whole school goes silent.Jisung’s hand stays midair and it can be seen all around his face how much he was panicking at that exact moment. Jisung breaths in as he also waits for your answer, but as he pays attention more to your expressions he already knows what your answer will be. The slight bite of your lip, the way you played with your fingers all showed how you would actually say yes, he knew you too well. “Y-yes” you say silently and Hyunjin smiles. “Okay then! I’ll pick you up on Friday, at 7pm” he says and leaves as quickly as he came.

Jisung feels as if an arrow went through his chest. Why Hwang Hyunjin out of all people? He was so tall and pretty, he knew he wasn't a match to him. He couldn't just accept this though, he had to do something. He had to do something and he had to do it fast. There was a problem though, he definitely couldn't do it face to face, so he had to find another way. And then an idea comes to mind. He remembers the movie you two watched the other day. Letters. That was the plan. After school, when only the kids on duty would be there, he would tiptoe to your locker and silently, put the letter in it.

And that's what he did. After classes ended, he said goodbye to his dear friends and when the school seemed almost empty, he went close to your locker.

"What are you doing?" Jisung hears someone say behind him and with how nervous he is, he somehow manages to hit his head on the locker while trying to put the letter in it quickly, before turning around to see an unamused Seungmin looking at him with a book in his arm, probably headed towards the library. As expected from the class president, always being annoying and having to appear at the worst times ever. It's not that he didn't like him, it was just that… He shouldn't be there at this time.

"Hey Seungmin, I'm… Good, how are you?" he answers back, a forced smile on his face, as he already feels himself starting to sweat, trying to find a way to get rid of him. His plan was definitely not going the way he wanted to.

"That's y/n's locker right? And what's with that letter?" Seungmin asks even though he already knows what's happening. He wants to laugh at the boy in front of him but he contains himself, as he knows that Jisung might have a breakdown at the state he is currently at. "Let me help you. I'll make sure nothing dumb like this ever happens"

"How come you aren't taking Hyunjin's side?" Jisung says, a little amused by the offer.

"Honestly, Hyunjin might have the looks and the brains, but you have the heart so you win that one" says Seungmin without really thinking about it much, the answer obvious to him.

"I don't know if I should be happy or offended but anyways, thanks for the offer, I appreciate it" Jisung says and smiles at him. “Even if I don’t know how you even know I like them”

“Are you kidding me?” answers Seungmin stopping at his tracks. “You were painfully obvious, I’m really shocked how they didn’t notice that themselves. I’m shocked at how I didn’t even see you once drool, I swear you were about to when they…”

“Okay, enough! I got it, it was obvious, can we please stop this?” says Jisung scratching the back of his head. Was he actually that obvious? he bites his lip in thought. What if you actually noticed and didn’t do anything cause you didn’t actually want to be anything more than friends? He shakes his head to get these thoughts out of it. There’s no backing away now, not when he already had put a well thought letter into your locker.

"So… What are you going to do when they get the letter tomorrow?" Asks Seungmin, as they walk back in class, getting him out of his thoughts.

"I don't know… Faint?" Says Jisung and Seungmin would almost hit him, if he didn't have in mind his good reputation. "I didn't write much though, it will be more in the next letter".

"I'll talk to them then, and see what they think. And you just… Relax weirdo, you'll get caught that way".

The next day you arrive as normal at school, kinda early as always, as you loved walking in the morning breeze and of course there was no reason to run towards class when you take your time and enjoy the chilly mornings. You open your locker and something falls on the floor. You pick it up and you open it and proceed to read it:

Dear y/n,

you’re surprised aren’t you? I know this is kinda sudden and this was kinda urgent for my side as well. I would reach out to you sooner, orI would make a move spooner but it’s fair to say that I was a coward. But as the circumstances are right now, I have to move fast. Let’s say I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, I’ve always been looking out for you and taking care of you. I’ve tried too hard to get rid of the feelings for the sake of you, but it was too hard. A new letter will reach you soon, please anticipate it

–your secret admirer

A secret admirer? That was new for sure. And why now out of all times? As you go to crumble and throw away the letter, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t do this if I was you. This somehow seems important, don’t you want to know who this is from?” you turn around and see no other than Kim Seungmin, looking at you straight in the eyes.

“Seungmin? Were you reading this all this time? Why are you here? Do you know who this is from?” you say looking around to spot any abnormal activity around you. You miss the way Jisung turns to hide behind a big column on your right. He feels his knees giving out as he waits for Seungmin to return and finally tell him what’s happening.

After a few minutes he feels a hand on his shoulder and he would scream if he didn’t know who it was. He stands up and clears his throat as he turns to talk to his friend.

“What happened?” he says, looking at him with anticipation as they walk back in class. Seungmin laughs as he looks at him, he didn’t want to admit it, but he liked Jisung’s courage, it made him happy to see him finally take that step and do a favor to everyone and confess.

“It went good, they’re keeping the letter… And they also said they’ll do a little investigation whatever that means” says Seungmin getting in class. He notices Jisung isn’t next to him and turns around and notices the poor boy by the side of the class’ entrance, his hands on his hair, with a panicked look on his face. He runs to him to bring him back in his senses.

“You know what that means? They’ll call me. Tonight. To ask me what I think. What do I do Seungmin? I’ll screw everything up” Jisung yells, now grabbing Seungmin’s biceps and it would be wrong to say that Seungmin wasn’t scared by the look on Jisung’s face.

“You’ll act your normal self, that’s what you gotta do” says Seungmin and Jisung curses himself for even putting himself through all of this.

“What did you do with the second letter by the way?” asks Seungmin looking at him.

“Ohh, the letter? I put it somewhere safe that I know they'll open at home”.

And that’s what happens. As you open your school bag, and take out all of your books, you spot at the very bottom of your bag an envelope similar to the one you got in the morning. You gasp as you understand what it is, quickly picking up your phone, calling your most trusty friend. After a few seconds he picks it up.

“What do you want this late loser?” he says with his usual tone and you laugh hearing the smile that you know he has on his face.

“Nothing special, just… I’ve been getting those letters lately? I just got the second one and I wanted to read it with you” you say and hold your phone close to ear, with the help of your shoulder, as you try to open the letter.

Jisung gulps as he hears you say that. Just exactly as he expected, you call him to ask about this. He should have figured it out before earlier that this would happen, there wasn’t anyone that you trusted more than him after all.

“I’ll read it out now” you say and start reading out loud:

Dear y/n

Just as I told you, I’m back with another letter. I hope I don’t seem weird or anything by letting those letters for you. I really didn’t have any way to show you my feelings for you. Too shy to talk to you about this and a little too much of a coward to even face you. I hope these silly letters reach your heart and you give me a chance. You shine so much that my heart can’t take it, I’ve tried many times to voice my feelings, but I was without a voice, as if the world would end if I finally let them out. Stupid right? You’re probably wondering who this weirdo who is leaving letters like these for you is so I left a little hint for you at the end of the letter. Expect my last letter very soon.

–your secret admirer

Jisung feels his stomach turn as he hears you read the word he himself wrote for you. It actually sounded way more childish and cringy than he intended it to be, now that you were actually reading it out loud. He desperately wanted the world to open up and swallow him alive, that’s how much embarrassed he was.

“You’re hearing this, right? Me. Having a secret admirer, I wasn’t expecting something like this to happen” you laugh as you say this and Jisung feels himself getting sweaty, trying to control his nervous self and show how professional he was with his feelings (which was totally not but whatever).

“Ha ha, yeah! you’re right” he says super awkwardly and closes his eyes as he sighs, trying to calm himself, before continuing “You’ll just wait till the next letter, right?” he says and bites his lip as he waits for your answer.

“Of course, I have to find out who this is, they clearly went out of their way for me, I should know… Oh?”. You look inside the envelope again now and you spot a picture of a flower, a beautiful, full bloomed lilac bush. What’s that supposed to mean?

“What is it?” he says just as quickly, even if he already knows what it is.

“It’s a lilac bush, just like the one I have in my backyard, you know, the purple one?” you say and think about harder, but nothing comes to mind. “I don’t really understand, does that flower have any meaning?” you and Jisung sighs as he sees that you didn’t figure out everything.

“I have no clue, why don’t you search for it later?” he says and you think about it “will do, for sure”.

And the next day comes and that finds Jisung asking Seungmin what his great plan was for his final letter.

"So… What's the plan for the last letter, big brained boy?" says Jisung with a smile, as he nudges Seungmin's shoulder and the other boy makes a disgusted face at him but answers anyways.

"I've actually recruited a friend to drop the letter under their front door," says Seungmin and Jisung starts panicking again.

"Wait what? I can't trust a stranger with such an important thing, why not me and you?" says Jisung stubbornly and Seungmin just wants to hit his own head on the wall.

"And what if they are near the door, notice the letter and run out, only to see me or you close to it? Wouldn't that be suspicious?" he says and Jisung starts sulking, understanding what his friend is saying. "And Jeongin is very trustworthy, you have nothing to worry about"

You on the other end, are on edge. You keep out for your secret admirer around you. You check your purse all the time, your locker, your soundings at all times, hoping you'll spot something out of the ordinary and finally find out who that person was and end this painful journey that was giving you too much curiosity.

"Stop looking like that everyone around you, there's no way you'll find out something like that, and you're scaring everyone around you" Jisung says as he spots you at the end of school at your locker. "Still no sign of the admirer?" he says and you sigh.

"Yeahh, still no sign. I thought I would have already gotten one by now, I wonder if something is wrong" you say biting your lip.

"I bet there's nothing wrong, they may have a different plan in mind" he says and you both walk towards your homes. He's nervous, he hopes the friend Seungmin gave his letter will actually do a good job and make sure the letter will reach you safely… And in time. The date you had with Hyunjin was so close, if the letter didn't arrive in time, that would probably be a huge problem for Jisung.

You arrive at home in no time. You throw your bag at the ground and quickly take your jacket off, and then flop on the couch as you start thinking again about everything that's happening. From Hyunjin sudden confession to the also very sudden secret admirer. The timing seemed interesting, why now? Whoever was it, you wanted to congratulate that person for their courage, you know, you wouldn't be able to do something like that if you were in their place, since you were also keeping your feelings to yourself.

A sudden rustling to your door takes you out of your thoughts and as you look towards it, you spot a new envelope. Stand up quickly, grab your keys and your envelope, and run out of your apartment, only to see a person running away, but too far for you to reach it. You open hurriedly the envelope to read the letter:

Dear y/n

It's me again and today I'm finally putting an end to journey. So this is… Jisung. You're surprised right? I'm sorry for being such a coward and doing this this way. I just wanted you to know, even if it is late, even if in the end you don't choose me at the end that to me, it has always been you. You're probably wondering why now right? Well, the other day I saw how Hyunjin confessed to you and all I could think of was how stupid I was all this time. How I could be more daring and finally make you mine. And I always kept on pushing back "I'm glad I'm just their friend" was a thought I always had in my mind but the truth was that in the back of my mind I always wanted more. I wanted to hold you, be the one to take care of you for once, and not the other way around. I know it is selfish to do this now, but please forgive me, I didn't want to give you up, I wanted to fight for you, even if I was defeated in the end, it would all be worth it. You're also probably wondering why the flower. I remember the day we planted together that little bush because you wanted a more unique flower in your garden. Funnily enough this beautiful flower means first love, did you know that? You were mine actually. I still remember how I finally figured out my feelings for you while we watched that beautiful sunrise at that little hillside by my house, I remember my heart skipping a beat when I turned to you look at you and the purple and magenta colors illuminated at your face and knew at that time, that was in deep. And since that time my heart was colored a bright rose color whenever I thought of you. Every time I see that little bush bloom, I remember how much I wanted to give you these flowers and finally open my heart to you but I was always scared to do so and I deeply regret till this day. If you decide to actually choose me, I will be at the same hillside, waiting for you.

You're truly, Jisung

And you run… You run full speed towards that idiot friend of yours. You were almost in tears, how did you not notice how nervous he was? Or the flowers? You should have known… What Jisung didn't know was that you felt bad about it too. You felt bad for not taking the first step. For not getting to him first. What Jisung didn't know was that the reason you didn't date before was because of him. Why date when you had Han Jisung by your side? The reason you actually accepted Hyunjin's confession was so you could try and yourself to stop loving your best friend, feeling guilty for your feelings.

You reach the hill and here he is, his back turned to you. You run to him and back hug him, your left arm going around his waist.

“You big idiot, why go through all of this just so you can confess, all you needed to do is to just straight up come to me and I would choose you without any hesitation”

Jisung laughs as hears you, feeling relieved and a strange kind of joy he didn't think he'd feel. Your right hand comes around his waist as well, and that's where he spots it. A light purple lilac, from the same bush you two planted, years ago. He starts laughing at the flower and you laugh with him.

"Did you actually know that this means new beginnings as well?"

(a/n: I have loads of fun writing this, I hope people will enjoy it, don't forget to leave a review heh)

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arhvste · 4 years

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MIYA OSAMU - BUN IN THE OVEN

- summary - working alongside your husband brings moments of domesticity outside your home which you reveal is about to become a little bigger - fluff - x f reader

- an - this was based off of this ask an anon sent in earlier today, i’ve posted atsumu fic that links to this one !! thank you for the idea it was nice to write domestic samu :) this is also for @zumisace because i know you love samu and i love u >:)

“Oi, Samu! Stop flirtin with ya wife right in front’a me and get cookin, I’m starvin!” Atsumu whined as he rested his head against the kitchen prep counter which was currently occupied with countless cooking utensils scattered across the cool metal surface and various ingredients dotted around.

“Yer just jealous I have a gorgeous wife and you don’t” With a smug smile, Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you in close enough for him to press a quick kiss to your flour dusted cheek.

“Yuck! Not over the food I’m beggin ya!”

You giggled and pulled your husband back in close to you before turning to give a quick smile to his irritated twin.

“Perhaps we should find you a girlfriend Tsumu! I know a few people who I’m sure would be at least willing to go out on a date with you.”

“Yeah, you’d probably have to pay em first!”

You and your husband laughed lightly at the setter’s expense causing him to groan and sit up straight.

“I have plenty of girls linin up for me dont’cha worry bout that!”

Osamu snickered and motioned for his brother to take a tray of freshly prepped onigiri out to the front of the store.

“Yer damn right ya got a line waitin for ya, or more specifically, they’re waitin for ya to bring more food out so get to it.”

Atsumu grumbled but obliged as he slumped off the stool and took the tray with ease out to the front where drooling customers were waiting to pounce on any fresh batch of onigiri they could.

“You’re so mean to him sometimes.” You hummed as you continued to shape the rice into the correct size triangles as Osamu cut seaweed grass into accurate rectangles.

“It’s all outta love darlin.” He offered a warm smile to which you happily returned. “Of course he’s gonna be jealous I have a gorgeous, helpful and amazin wife! Anyone would be jealous.”

You blushed at his words and flicked him lightly leaving small dust prints of flour on his apron. “So gross!” You whined only for him to pull you into his chest and get you to look up at his handsome face.

Despite the fact the Miya brothers were twins, you still couldn’t help but find Osamu significantly more attractive than his older twin. This was even before you’d fallen for the man. There was just something about him that made him more desirable, not intending to offend Atsumu for he definitely wasn’t someone you’d consider unattractive. Perhaps it was his mature and responsible traits or maybe it was his hardworking and determination that drew you in. It didn’t matter either way though. You loved Osamu Miya for everything he was, physical and personal traits all included. He was the man you fell in love with and he was the man who had wanted you to become ‘Mrs Miya’, a title he often liked to refer to you as.

Osamu leaned down and rested his forehead on yours sighing softly. Caressing your cheek with his warm calloused hands, he pulled your face closer to his and pressed a warm and delicate kiss to your lips before securing his hand at the base of your neck while the other found its way around to the small on your back, drawing small circles with his index finger as he tenderly kissed you.

He was always good at catching you in these moments, Osamu never shied away from showing affection towards you whenever you had a second of privacy. The long hours he worked at his restaurants and home office took a toll on your time spent together, only making his levels of clinginess heighten until eventually it would snap and he’d refuse to keep his hands off of you when he’d get to see you again.

When you had suggested helping him in the restaurant he wasn't opposed to the idea at all. He knew he could count on you and that you were more than capable at cooking after being with him for so long. He loved the feel of getting to be domestic with you outside of the warm and loving home the two of you shared.

Finally pulling away, Osamu admired the soft twinkle in your eyes that he always found himself getting lost in.

“God, I’m lucky yer my girl, my favourite, beautiful girl.”

You hummed gently as you wrapped your arms around his small waist.

“Well, I hope you’re ready to potentially let me share the title of your ‘favourite girl’...”

Osamu’s eyebrow quirked in confusion as he muttered a puzzled “huh?” before you pulled one of your arms up to cup his warm cheek.

“I’m pregnant Samu…”

His eyes widened as he searched for any sign of insincerity in your expression. Then again, you weren’t one to pull a joke like this on him in such an atmosphere, you had to be telling the truth.

“Samu?” your voice laced with concern and worry as your husbands mouth stayed shut as he studied your form with soft but shocked eyes.

“Sorry! For real? Like, yer not playin with me are ya?”

“Of course not!”

Osamu felt tears prick in the corners on his eyes and wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air in pure glee.

“I’m gonna be a dad? Fuck, I love you so so much y/n!” He laughed joyously as you let your own laughter intermix with his own.

Your home was about to become a family home and Osamu couldn’t have been happier. Not only did he marry the woman he loved, but now alongside you, he was going to get to raise a child the two of you had made together. A million different scenarios and questions ran through his mind as he placed you back down and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Would they look more like him or more like you? Were you going to bring your child to work some days or should he take time off. Would his kid be able to tell the difference between him and Atsumu? Would his kid even like onigiri? Oh, who cared? Right now, the most important thing on his mind was how much he loved you and wanted this with you.

Hushed but excited mutters of ‘I love you’ were traded between the two of you as Osamu peppered your face in soft kisses. Absolutely everything was right with the world in that very moment.

“Samu! Yer gotta get out there! Animals I’m tellin ya! Absolute animals out there! It’s like feeding hour at the zoo!”

Well, almost everything was right in the world.

“Comin yer idiot.” Osamu sighed before pulling away from you after you wiped his eyes.

“Thank fuck and- oh! Were ya crying ya little pissbaby?” Atsumu snorted when he saw his brothers slightly reddend eyes.

“Oh please, yer the only pissbaby here with yer stupid corn coloured hair.”

“It’s been toned since highschool actually, Bokkun taught me how to do it so I’d appreciate it if yer acknowledged that.”

“Whatever and besides, ya can call me pissbaby however much ya like but just thought I’d tell ya, I’m the one thats gonna be the dad to a real baby soon so shut yer trap!”

Atsumu’s mouth gaped open as he looked between you and your husband, surprise shown in his expression. You shook your head at the brothers typical bickering and strode over to the two of them grabbing another tray of freshly prepped onigiri to take out to desperate customers.

“I hope we don’t end up with twins.” You muttered as both boys snickered following out behind you as Atsumu bragged back to Osamu that his kid was gonna like ‘Uncle Atsumu’ more than his own father to which Osamu childishly quarreled back.

Nevermind a child, these two were enough for you to handle for now, but you just couldn't wait for your own angel to enter the world and had no worry in the world as you knew they’d have the best dad in the world and a semi-decent uncle.

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one with the accidental tiktok part.1 .

characters: HARRYxMODELY/N

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N always record tons of tiktoks together but Y/N never post it. Then on a date night they record a funny tiktok and she accidentaly posts one.

word count: 1.989K

author's note: I received this request and I just wanna say how much I loved it. The concept it's everything so thank you to whoever sent me this and I hope you like it💗💗

here's how the tiktok was like: click here

You and Harry have this tradition of cooking together every Friday night. It was a moment where it was just you and him and no one else doing something you love to do. It’s a time to connect and spend quality time together as a couple and actually, most of the time those cooking nights ends up on a very spicy night, if you know what I mean.

This Friday, you both are currently in Palm Springs. You and Harry decided to rent a house in there, so he didn’t have to drive from LA every morning and this would make things easier. The house itself had a really calming Californian desert vibe, it was really colorful and had a yellow front door that you loved the most. It even made you tell Harry you wanted to dye your front door in LA yellow because it just made the whole place feels happier.

It was already 7:30 pm now and you were sitting on the living room sofa in your gray sweatpants, turtleneck blouse and your damp hair being just showered. Your day was full, you took some photos for Cosmopolitan magazine so there were people putting a lot of makeup on you and touching your hair all day long and honestly, after all these quarantine months you weren’t pretty used to it. Messy hair, no makeup and sweatpants were your daily routine now. So at that moment, an eye mask, comfortable socks, sweatpants and spending time with your favorite man in the world were all you wanted.

You continue to go through the Instagram feed when you hear the sound of keys and then the front door opens. Your eyes met the apparently tired figure of Harry entering through it, you didn't judge him. This man was waking up every day at 5 in the morning and came home around this time, but you knew it was for something good and that he was actually having a great time on set. Your dog, Charlie immediately ran up to Harry, barking a little and basically jumping at the man's feet. Harry smiled tenderly and crouched down to pet the little dog, while you closed your laptop and stood up walking towards your tired boyfriend. He stood up when you approached him trying to smile at you, but you could see in his beautiful green eyes that he was really tired. You smiled at the boy, placing your left hand on his shoulder, approaching to give a peck on his lips and then you ran your hand through his hair, making him sigh with satisfaction at the feeling he loved.

— Hi! — You spoke in a cheerful tone but not so much, it was calm, but he could feel in your voice that you were trying to cheer him up — How was it today? You look tired, my darling.

He then sighed as he put his keys and cellphone on the small table by the door.

— I am! I had so many scenes today, and to make matters worse, I had to redo the same scene about four times! — Harry said, sounding frustrated

— Oh, I'm sorry! — You said, propping up the on wall right behind you and crossing your arms trying to think of some way to make his day better. —

Why don't you take a shower, use the bath bubbles and relax? And I’ll order something for us to eat, anything you want. What do you think? Pizza, Chinese food? Anything you want.

— But today is Friday, we always cook together on Fridays! — Harry argued, frowning at your suggestion. And you actually did, it was probably one of the few things you both did by the beggining of your relationship that became a tradition to you.

— But you're tired, and it can be cool too either way! — You said, placing your hands on his shoulders starting to massage them calmly, then giving a small kiss on the back of Harry’s neck.

— No, no! It’s alright! — Harry said, shrugging you off and starting to walk straight to the bedroom while you followed him thinking what the hell did he wanted to say with that. It’s the confusion for me. He walked into the master suite bathroom starting to take off his shirt. You were surprised by the lack of tattoos, of course you knew they were covering it up for the film but it was really hard to get used to it, when you were so used to seeing his tattoos for almost three years now — I’ll take a relaxing bath and then I’ll be ready so we can cook together and bing watch a show or a movie, okay? — Harry said entering the shower. You really didn’t matter to skip one cooking night, but it was important to Harry, he loved those nights as much as you did and he didn’t want to make you lose a cooking date because of his tiredness. You just agreed with him even though you were not doing it.

So, you just went back to the living room where you took your cell phone on the couch and ordered Chinese food, since you both loved it. It didn't take long for Harry to come out of the bathroom in his sweatpants and damp hair. You sure loved Harry anyway, but when he was like that, with the damp hair of someone who just got out of the bath he literally looked like a Greek god. He sat beside her on the couch, lifting his legs and placing them over his lap. Harry propped his head on the back of the couch watching you place your cell phone on the coffee table.

— Have you decided on today's recipe? — He asked, stroking his calf.

— No, I ordered food! — You answered calmly watching the boy's facial expressions change.

— What? Because? I said we could cook! — Harry said settling himself on the sofa so he could face her better.

— You said, but we can't! — You replied approaching your face to him, putting your arms over your shoulders — But it will be cool too. We can eat, watch some movies, some tiktoks, I can even massage you since you have the worst back in the world! — Harry chuckled at hearing his words, not that you could say anything about bad backs, but he will just let it go for the moment.

Harry leaned in kissing your lips as his right hand was now in your cheek. Deep down, he knew this was exactly the best thing for today. The kiss started to get steamy. It was slow but passionate, Harry slid his hand that was previously on your cheek down your body until it reached your waist where he lifted you and placed you on his clothed lap.

You brought your right hand to the boy's neck and pulled his hair lightly causing Harry to groan as he squeezed your waist. He slid one of his hands down the sides of your body and brought it back to your cheek where he started to kiss your neck making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything higly sexual, it was more about the intimacy, the initmacy of being so closed to his lover.

And then the doorbell rang alerting that his order had arrived causing you to llet out a frustrated sigh as you separated the kiss looking at the smirk on your boyfriend's lips.

— Chinese food... — You said withdrawing from his lap and getting up starting to walk to the door.

— I said it would be better to have cooked! — Harry said ironically running his hands over his thighs covered in sweatpants.

You had already paid by credit card over the phone so thank god it was just getting the food. You returned to the living room in a few seconds, placing the packages on the coffee table and sitting on the carpet. Harry then slid from the couch to the carpet on the floor and sat beside you.

— Should we film a tik tok? — You said, opening the bags getting your orders out of it. You ordered Chicken Yakisoba for you and shrimp yakisoba to Harry as he’s a pescatarian — Like, while we eat! We’re never gonna post it, so whatever!

— Sure! — Harry said, handing you your phone and grabbing his order — Oh, which one should we do? Like, the couple challenge, or should we like lip sing to one? — Harry asked.

— Oh, OH! I saw a heard an audio today — You started laughing just about remembering it. Harry thought it was so adorable when you’d do it, so whenever you were trying to tell a story and started laughing because you remember it perfectly and it was so funny to you, he’d just stay there with a cheeky smile admiring your face and laugh — Alright, so it’s like a song and then the girl it’s singing like ‘’my man ain’t shit’’, ‘’my man ain’t shit’’.

— Excuse me?? Why would we do it? I’m like the coolest person! — Harry interrupted you making you look at him with a mocking look.

— ANYWAY, wait for it! — You put a few strands of your hair behind your ear while taking the spring roll with a napkin — Then the girl says like ‘’why you won’t leave him?’’ and she answers ‘’’cause bitch, dick too bomb’’. — You couldn’t help laughing at it, because it was just so funny to you. Harry laughed too, he loved that you could find the funny side in the silliest things, but could also be so mature when it was needed.

— Ok, I like how it turned out, let’s do it! — Harry said taking a bite of his food as making you chuckle. It was true though, this man’s dick? too bomb.

You then entered the tik tok app and prepared everything and positioned the phone in front of you both.

— Wait, what should I do? — Harry asked as he stand up behind you.

— Nothing, just copy the obscene gesture that I’ll do in the end and you’ll be fine. — You said with a mocking smile at him.

— Why? I wanted to lip sing too! — Harry said, looking at the camera, pouting like a child.

— Because I don’t have a dick, so it would be weird if you sang! — You argued, turning your head to face him.

— Oh, is there any audios about boobs? Because love, yours are spectacular — He said widening his eyes, making you laugh and turn again to face the camera now.

— Ok, focus Harry, focus! — You said as you press the button to film and started lip singing. When the time ended, you both sat down to watch it and it actually turned out really funny, and Harry doing the gesture was totally the best part of it.

When you were about to save it privately on the app, Harry accidentally spilled the soy sauce on the carpet. Yes, the white carpet in your rented house. You clicked on any button to save the video and ran to get a floor cloth or anything that could remove that stain. In fact, you knew I wasn't going to leave, the act of trying to clean up was a spur of the moment. Well, you couldn’t clean it and a few minutes later your cell phones started to vibrate a lot due to notifications and when you clicked to see what it was they saw that in the moment of despair, you didn’t press the button that would save the video privately, but yes to post publicly. The video was basically all over the social network and even if you delete it now, you very much doubt that the whole world hasn't seen it yet.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #HARRYxMODELY/N #hwrryscherry

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frostsinth · 3 years

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Random Scene 1 - The Pirate King

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She looked around herself quietly, studying the grand fixtures and ornate columns. The hall felt almost like a throne room, with tall wooden pillars stretching up to the steepled ceiling and a plush carpet rolled down its center to the raised floor at the end. But instead of a throne, there was a table with five chairs set around it. One sat at the head of the table, the others equally set on opposite sides. Despite the decadence of the room, it also rang of a great, hollow ship, with the windows set behind the table not unlike the ones of a Captain’s quarters set into the back of a ship. She could see the skyline of the city through them, but the sea stretched more prominently beyond them, filling most of her view.

Chests of gold, chalices, necklaces, gems, and other sparkling treasures lined one wall, set amid cases of rum and bags of incense as well as rolled up rugs and fine silks. A trove of riches, the like of which she couldn’t have ever imagined. But she hardly spared them a glance as she moved quietly towards the raised floor, wondering exactly why she had been brought here.

She turned at the sound of the door opening, and found the two men who had tossed her in holding the broad double doors wide. Another man stepped in, hands clasped behind his back, a small platoon of fellows behind him.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and thick legs. His skin was leathery and tanned, with the same look as all the other sea-farers of the city she had seen so far. His clothes were of a fine material, with a sharp looking tunic over a pair of dark trousers and an equally dark vest with gold buttons atop that. But his coat was red, crimson like drying blood, with shiny gold fastens and gold embroidery at the edges. He wore a broad black hat upon his messy brown hair trimmed short at the sides and a scruffy beard.

The others followed behind him a few respectful paces, and they were similarly well dressed. Each had a weapon strapped to their belt, whether a sword or rapier or, in one case, a mace, varying from individual to individual.

She faced them hesitantly, light on her toes and not sure how to place herself. Still not even sure where she was or why she was there at all. The most forward man paused in the center of the room, considering her with one hand rested on the pommel of his cutlass.

“Who’s this then?” Growled one of the men behind him, crossing his arms with a scowl. He was older, with a hastily braided beard and a dirty looking face.

“Entertainment for the night?” Another proposed, smirking mischievously and eyeing her hungrily. His appearance was more sleek and colorful, with vibrant red hair and a dark purple vest in lieu of a coat like his companions.

“We have business to attend to.” Grumbled a wizened looking sailor, who didn’t seem too keen on her presence. He tapped the short sword at his waist, as if considering removing the distraction.

“Beggin’ pardon, sirs,” one of the pirates who held the door piped up. “She’s the one from the Greenhorn--”

“Greenhorn?” Echoed the first speaker, running his hand over his beard, “I know that name. Who’s ship was--”

“Our meeting-” Interrupted the foremost pirate, silencing them all, “-Is being postponed.”

“Postponed!” Snapped the oldest of the group, “Ye can’t-”

“See yourselves out.” He waved his hand, dismissing them. Despite their babbling, he ignored them, striding forward over to the table. Catch had to step to the side to avoid being mowed over in his wake.

The men squabbled and snarked, but allowed themselves to be led out of the room by the men holding the door. A simply dressed older boy darted out with a gilded tray which held crystalline flutes and a decanter with a deep red liquid in it. He placed it upon the table, ducking his head and bowing out.

Catch watched the pirates being escorted. Waited for one of the men to come to fetch her and do the same. But they didn’t. The doors closed behind them, even as she watched. None of them had spared her a second look, and the room was plunged into silence once more.

Silence, except for the slight clink of glass as the man removed the top from the decanter on the tray. Quietly, he poured two glasses to their brim before replacing the decanter and picking up one delicately. He swirled the liquid about for a moment, sniffing at it thoughtfully before taking a slow sip.

“Your reputation precedes you.” The man said finally, with his back to her.

She looked around, but the room was empty aside from herself. “...Yours does not.”

His soft, amused laughed bounced about the polished wood of the chamber. “Aye, so you don’t know who I am?”

He had turned to face her as he spoke, so she shook her head. “Should I?”

“I should think so.” He took a sip, watching her for a moment. “After all, it was my ship you ruined.”

“Your ship?” She echoed, glancing over his shoulder at the horizon beyond the window.

He nodded, picking up the second glass and making his way down the few shallow steps from the elevated floor languishly. “Yes. One of many, of course. But, still, under my command.”

“If--”

“Your name is Catch, right?” He interrupted her before she could finish.

“..That’s what they call me.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, stopping a few paces away from her. “So I’ve heard. I’ve heard all of your story, actually. How the Greenhorn found you. How you created a brilliant plan that allowed even that fool Kartik to capture the ever elusive and festering Duermon.” He took a slow sip of his wine as he looked her up and down. “Of course I was fascinated. Intrigued.” He held out the second glass to her. “Especially how a girl fished out of the ocean managed to take out an entire ship’s crew and escape with their prisoners.”

She hesitated, glancing down at the offered glass. Gingerly, she took it from him. Even as he stalked slowly past her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye.

“Now, Kartik was not exactly the sharpest nail in the box,” He continued as he circled around behind her, “But Lestat? Now, he was one of my best and brightest. So imagine my surprise to find that not only was he duped,” he was to her right now, “But drugged with his own supply.”

Steeling herself, she turned, glaring at him. “If you are looking for your pound of flesh, go ahead and take it and spare me the theatrics.”

The man smirked, circling around to stop where he had started. “Apologies, my lady. I failed to give a proper introduction. Benedict Kunh, of Ship Kunh. First High Captain of Quassan.” He swept up her free hand with his, bringing it to his lips, “A pleasure to meet you.”

She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held it firmly. Gently, he kissed her knuckles.

“Should I be impressed?” She asked bitterly.

He raised an eyebrow, still holding her hand firmly. “By the most powerful man on the Western Coast? Perhaps. Or you should learn to be.”

Catch managed to scowl at him, despite the fear tickling at her stomach. “Don’t hold your breath.”

His smirk grew slightly. “I was told you were a tough lass,” He stepped even closer, “Your intelligence and stubbornness matched only by your beauty.” He pulled her closer to him, “I see no lie in that.”

The High Captain didn’t flinch at the wine she threw in his face, and even as the drink dripped down his jaw, he kept his eyes closed. But a dark look cast shadows over his features. Slowly, he released her hand and opened his eyes, turning and walking back towards the table. The boy darted forward, obviously terrified, placing a small pile of napkins on the table. He didn’t dare to meet the man’s gaze, eager to be away from his obvious wrath.

“If you intend to kill me or imprison me, please do so,” She told him angrily, “Otherwise, let me go.”

Benedict wiped his face down with a cloth napkin, dabbing it down the front of his neck before turning back to face her again. He smiled, as if unperturbed by her insult, the malice in his face suddenly gone.

“Oh, but I intend none of those things.” He told her, dropping the wine stained cloth on the table and refilling his glass.

She waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, she crossed her arms angrily. “Then what?”

He turned, considering her. Then he gestured for her to come closer. She didn’t, offering him the best scowl she could. Despite the nerves in her stomach and the dread in her chest.

“Amuse me, my dear,” He implored her, extending his hand, “I want to show you something.”

After another long moment of silence, she did step forward, though she ignored his hand as she approached him. He curled it into the air behind her, guiding her further forward. She placed the glass on the table as they passed, but allowed herself to be led deeper into the chamber. To the great windows that lined the back wall.

“Tell me what you see.” He asked her when they had stopped before them.

Catch shrugged. “A city.” She jerked her chin at the horizon. “The sea.”

“This is my Kingdom,” he told her calmly, “My father and my grandfather before him were both First Captains. And I will do whatever it takes to keep it. For myself. For my sons.”

“Mazel Tov. What does any of that matter to me?”

He took a slow sip of his wine, then replaced the glass on the table behind them. “The strongest men are born of the strongest line. The line with the most grit, strength, intelligence.” She felt him moving closer to her, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose up on end. “Both from their father.” She almost jumped as his hands slid down her arms, “And their mother.”

Catch spun, stepping back. “What the hell are you--”

“My father always told me, when he was my age, he sought out the bravest, strongest, toughest woman he could find.” He interrupted, watching her even she backed further away from him, “And he made her his own.” The pirate took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “I intend to do the same.”

The window was at her back now. “Fuck off.”

That put a small smirk on his lips. “If what I hear is true, you are exactly the woman I have been looking for over the last two years.”

“Keep looking.”

He stepped even closer, blocking her escape. “I don’t need to,” He told her, “As soon as I saw you, I knew.” One hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. She twisted it in his grasp. “And I knew I would make you mine.”

“You’ll die trying.”

“It is to your benefit as well,” He explained, ignoring her threat, “Your children will have the best possible life, and the best chance at life. Isn’t that what you want for them? Isn’t that what any mother wants?”

She wriggled in his grip. “I’m not a mother.”

A smirk. “That is easily remedied.”

His head snapped to the side from the force of her slap. Though if it surprised him, he didn’t show it. She ripped her wrist from his grasp, moving to step around him.

“I am sick and tired of you bloody fucking pirates thinking you can claim me for yourselves,” She snarled, “I don’t want or need a fucking man to decide my life for me, and if I have to beat every last one of you off with a damn stick, then I will.”

He raised his arm to block her escape, but made no other move to pin her or touch her. “Forgive me if I seemed overly forward, my dear; I am simply excited to have finally found you. I have met many women, great women all, and not one even came close--”

“I don’t care. Your life, your search, your plans. Those have nothing to do with me. Keep them to yourself.” She interrupted, moving to push past his arm.

He side-stepped, a small smile on his lips as he blocked her again. “I don’t believe you have--”

“Shut up. Leave me alone. And let me go.”

“You--”

Placing both hands on his chest, Catch shoved at him with all her strength. He fell back a step in surprise.

“Me nothing. I don’t care who you are.” She shoved him again. “I don’t care what you want.” Another shove. “I don’t care how long you have looked for it.” A final shove had him almost against the table. “You. Do. Not. Own. Me.”

The High Captain seemed more than a little surprised, watching her as she started to stalk off. At the last minute, she turned, pointing one angry finger at him.

“Not one single fucking one of you has ever even bothered to ask me my name let alone what I want.” She threw her hands up and stomped away. “So fuck the lot of you.”

He watched, considering her as she stopped beside one of the wooden beams. Crossing her arms and leaning against it angrily. Angry that she had no power to leave. Angry that she was right back where she had started. Angry that once again, she had no choices.

Slowly, calmly, he walked over. “We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”

Catch snorted, shaking her head. She didn’t bother to look at him.

The man moved with a lithe grace, as a man half his size might, as light as air but as formidable as a bull. When he stood before her once more, he tucked his hands in his pockets and looked her up and down. As a snake may a mouse before it strikes.

“I don’t suppose if I asked for your name now, your real name, you would give it to me?”

She shot him a dark look, and found herself caught in the darker shadows of his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed a lump of fear building in her throat.

He smiled, and perhaps to the less wary it would have been quite disarming. But to her, it was merely a cobra baring its fangs with a hiss.

“Alright, then how about what you most desire in life?”

“Freedom.” She replied without hesitation.

He tsked softly. “What is freedom? Hmm?” The predator stalked closer. “I will grant you freedoms. You are free to roam my house. You are free to visit the gardens. You are free to go to market, so long as you take an escort with you.” He threw one hand wide, gesturing to the treasures lining the wall. “You are free to take whatever you’d like.” The Captain reached into the nearest pile, pulling out a pearl necklace. Coins clinked as he freed the necklace from their clutches. “You are free to anything that is mine.” He looked at her coyly. “So I have granted you freedom.”

“You have granted me a gilded cage.” She spat.

Benedict chuckled darkly, slowly reaching out with the necklace in both hands. He reached behind her, stepping closer to connect his hands together behind her neck. He was so close she could smell the salt air on him, mixed with the scent of smoke and rum. The pirate clasped the necklace together, then slowly traced his hands back along its length as it settled upon her collarbone. She didn’t move, casting her eyes downward. When he had reached the center of the chain, he released it. Then reached out and delicately untucked her hair from beneath it. His fingers brushed her skin as he did, and a chill ran down the back of her neck.

“What’s mine is yours,” He told her, “What greater freedom can I grant?”

His hand lingered in her hair, and he spun the curls around his fingertips. She pushed his hand away.

“Freedom to choose a life you do not have,” She said bitterly, “A life you would not choose for me.”

“Hmm,” He breathed again, “That is… not something I will grant.”

The words he chose were not lost on her, and she clenched her teeth angrily. He reached out again, skimming the back of his hand along her jaw lightly. Catch jerked away from his touch, moving to walk away from him entirely.

“Then I will find my own freedom,” She replied, then glanced over at the windows. “...However I can find it.”

The High Captain followed her, catching her wrist as she moved away. He spun her back to face him easily, despite her attempts to resist, and pulled her close.

“I have an alternative proposal.”

She twisted her wrist back and forth in his grasp, tempted to slap him again. “I’m sure I won’t like it either.”

Benedict smiled his dark smile, leaning over her as he held her hand against his chest. “Stay with me. Stay in my home. Stay at my table. Stay in my gardens--”

“In your bed?” She interrupted sourly.

His replying smirk made her skin crawl and her stomach turn in knots. She could almost see the dirty thoughts rolling behind his eyes.

“If you’d like.” He ran his thumb up and down the length of her hand still caught in his. “But regardless, stay.” He held up one finger, lifting their hands up between them as he did, his other digits still wrapped tightly around hers. “For one year. Just one year. If I have not convinced you to stay of your own will by then, you will be free to go.”

She twisted her wrist in his grasp. “No.”

He smiled again. “It is a good deal. I give you my word that I set you free at the end, and it’ll be your choice to stay or go.”

Again she yanked at her hand, but he held it firm. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow, considering her. “I feel I have been quite generous--”

“You have given nothing of value to you. No incentive. No risk.” She interrupted, finally managing to pull her hand free. She backed away. “So no. You have everything to gain, while I have everything to lose.”

The pirate considered that, running his now free hand over his beard. “Fine. I see your point.” He pointed out the window. “The first frosts will hit any day now. I propose that you stay until the first spring thaw. If your path takes you away from Quassan, you will likely need to sail. And all ships will be docked until then.” He pocketed his hand again. “So the day the first ship launches from port in the spring. I have until then.”

Catch considered that, looking out the window too. Honestly, what alternative did she have? Trying to escape. Trying to fight her way into the streets of a city she knew nothing about. To find allies she wasn’t sure even existed… or to take a more drastic freedom for herself…

“I have no reason to believe you’ll keep your word.” She argued.

He straightened slightly. “I am a High Captain of Quassan. My word is my bond.”

“Until you can break it.” She shot back. “You’re a pirate.”

The Captain huffed slightly. “Do you have any other choice?”

She studied him up and down, her face grim. “There’s always another choice.”

He waited patiently, watching her. And she watched him. Both waiting for the other to speak, or give some ground. Neither willing to be the first.

“Well? Do we have a deal?”

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. “Addendum. No one can not touch me, you especially. You can not lie to me, or have your men lie on your behalf. You can not try to trick me, or hurt me. Or our deal is off, and I can leave. AND,” She added before he could speak, “If you do not convince me, or break any of these rules, not only can I leave, but I take your three best ships with me.”

That seemed to surprise him. “What do you want with three ships?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Just that you won’t have them anymore.”

He grinned ear to ear. “I like a good bet.”

“So do we have a deal?”

He raised one finger into the air again. “Second addendum. You cannot try to leave, or escape.” A dark look crossed his face, “And you may pursue no other man, nor allow pursuit.”

Catch almost rolled her eyes, but decided against it. She shrugged instead, sighing exasperatedly.

“Further,” He continued before she could speak, “I will add another addendum. Or more, an edit to the wording of yours,” He told her, “I cannot touch you… unless you ask me to.”

She scowled, shaking her head. “I will never.”

His grin grew by a few molars. “Then there is no need to worry.” The pirate king extended out his hand into the air between them. “...Deal?”

She eyed his hand.

He smirked apologetically. “The last time I’ll touch you without express permission, I promise.”

Sighing, she extended her own hand. “Fine. Deal.” What other choices did she have?

Benedict took her hand firmly in his and gave it a gentle shake.

She almost couldn’t stand the shit-eating grin on his face. As they slowly released hands, he took a step closer.

“...Don’t suppose you’d tell me your real name now, would you?”

“Fuck off.”

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gwen-ever · 3 years

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Until My Last Breath (Chapter 1)

Summary: When Smaug arrived, he not only killed the dwarves of Erebor, but he also destroyed the lives of the few who survived... whether he did it on purpose or not.After a hundred years, a part of Thorin's past will come back to haunt him in the form of a dwarf who last knocks on the door of Bilbo Baggins' house, resurrecting old grudges and the pain of a life no one wants to talk about. Geira, daughter of Geiri, is anything but an open book, an exiled who no one wants around, a warrior who has no one to fight for, but only an oath she must fulfil.

Relationships: Thorin x FemaleOC

Rating: M

Warnings: angst,sad,

AO3 LINK: HERE

Notes: I would like to thank all of you, who commented the prologue, rebblogged it and liked it. It was a very heartwelming and I hope i wont let you down with this first chapter. In particular i need to thank@lathalea for always checking my chapters and make surei dotn mess up and, trust me, this week she really put a lot of effort to do so hahahahahha.The style its quite different from the one I will use in the rest of the story, it is just a general introduction but i really hope you cvould guess some things <3 <3 <3

Mashkil: Dirt

'Angûna: Filth

"What is she doing here?!" roared Thorin Oakenshield, an accusing finger pointing at the newcomer, who in the meantime had placed her wooden bow in a corner and removed her heavy black travelling cloak, worn out by numerous weather conditions.

She felt the king's gaze burn like fire, but tried avoiding glancing at him, even when he took one step towards her like an animal ready to attack. She shifted her gaze upwards, focusing instead on the tall figure of the sorcerer who was smiling at her with the side of his mouth.

"My dear, let me introduce you to the master of the house, Bilbo Baggins," Gandalf announced in a quiet voice, ignoring, as she did, the dwarf lord's question.

With small steps Gandalf stepped to the side, indicating a small hobbit in the middle of the hallway with his hand.

The hobbit bowed his head slightly to the side to get a better look at her. He probably didn't like being surrounded by all those intruders, and now that another one had been added, he was in complete panic. She could understand him, as she could imagine him being unaware of everything that was going on around him.

For a moment she felt genuine compassion for him, yet it was not as if she had entered in the best of moods and maintaining that facade of indifference was beginning to be difficult for her.

Keeping her composure she smiled at him slightly, making a small bow with her head as brought a hand to her chest grasping the flap of her red tunic.

"Geira, daughter of Geiri, at your service," she introduced herself.

"Traitor to her folk!" Dwalin added contemptuously, shouting at the top of his lungs.

She tries to ignore the dwarf words smoking with the side of her mouth to the Hobbit infront of her. But then another voice spoke, a voice which she could never forget either in a thousand years.

"What are you doing here, you dirty mashkil?!" Thorin growled loud, his voice echoing between the whole of the whole house.

Her intention to remain calm was shattered like a crystal glass thrown to the ground. A shiver ran down her spine and a sigh escaped her mouth. She slowly lowered her hand from her chest and the armour of indifference she had built up wavered at the mere sound of the dwarf speaking to her.

Geira looked up, finally returning Thorin's gaze. His blue eyes stared at her as cold as a winter night in a blizzard, and what she felt was... nothing.

She felt nothing, or so she told herself.

"You have not been asked for introductions, King Under the Mountain," she spit, as angry as ever.

As soon as she finished those words several elderly dwarves around the table burst into exclamations and in the blink of an eye some of them stood up and she recognised them, every single one who stood up..

She knew who they were and they knew who she was.

One dwarf in particular kicked the stool he was sitting on and slammed his two iron fists into the wooden table, making it creak under his force.

"You filthy traitor, say that again!" roared Dwalin, looking her straight in the face. “Try to say it again!”

Geira didn't have time to dwell on how much she could recognise him even after all those years, for her gaze was caught by the muscles in his arms that seemed to flare with anger, and the scars on his forearms seemed to come alive with a life of their own. So many years had passed, yet she felt no nostalgia, only a great emptiness, that was all she had to feel. Yet she had to pull herself out of that situation, for the sake of what she had promised herself.

"Sit down, Dwalin..." she murmured, brushing her fingertips over the pommel of her sword strapped to her side.

"Don't you dare tell me what I must do, you 'angûna, just breathing your air disgusts me. You should die just for daring to show your face here!"

"This is not dwarven territory..." she explained, gritting her teeth.

"As long as I'm under this roof, everything around me is dwarven territory!"

At this point, however, she could not control a grimace. "Ironic how you're watching and paying attention to my presence instead of thinking about how to take back your territory." she spit glaring up at him.

The dwarf roared, moving away from the table in one swift motion. "One order from you Thorin, and I will make her bitterly regret it! Bloody traitor!" he yelled out of himself.

Geira shifted her gaze to the dwarf king still standing, looking him straight in the eye as she waited for a silent response to the demands of the warrior dwarf beside her: and she got it.

The frown in the middle of his forehead deepened, but his eyes remained as cold, as icy, and as terrible as the ones he had looked at her with one last time so long ago.

A dominance in his gaze, an anger, a hatred that had brought her to her knees back then. A look that had drained her of all light inside, like the words that had followed shortly afterwards, the last words he had ever spoken to her.

But this one she was not begging him at his feet. If he wanted to take her life away once again this time, Thorin would have to do it by looking her straight in the eyes and fighting as equals.

Thorin had opened his mouth to give an order as she sharted to count her breath and moving her hand closer to her hip, but they both were preceded by the most unlikely voice of all, which unexpectedly defended her.

"Excuse me, but I don't think that's any way to talk to a lady." All eyes shifted to the side of the hallway, to Bilbo, some admiring, some confused, some threatening, even her owns, which grew wide eyed at such words. The hobbit stammered under that attention and linked his feet, "though, I mean... that's what you say it is.... that it is," he concluded, glancing at Thorin, "at least, not in my house. No sir!" he adjusted the braces of his trousers, more out of the discomfort he felt than anything else.

Geira let go of the hilt of her sword at her side, surprised at how the little hobbit had spoken to Thorin, perhaps because she didn't know who he was, but that small gesture of courage intrigued her, as something hadn't intrigued her in a long time. She noticed an amused look from Gandalf at the hobbit as he continued to rock back on his heels, probably expecting for Dwalin and Thorin to sit back down in their seats, but they did not.

Instead a clatter of crockery and a couple of chuckles rose from the door next the living room, intruding on the vast silence that had spread across the room, breaking the layer of ice that was growing thicker between all of them.

"Uh. uh someone has angered Master Dwalin, hold this pint brother, be very careful."

"I am careful, you're the one standing on my foot Kili!"

"Then move it, no? We're missing all the fun because of you!"

The entire room quickly turned towards the source of the noise, all but one dwarf, Thorin, who didn't take his eyes off the dwarf maid figure for a moment, and like the others, kept his attention towards the side door of the dining room.

Before Geira had a chance to wonder what was going on next door to the small dining room where the dwarves were sitting, two young dwarves appeared, two pints each in hand. One with hair as golden as molten gold, the other with brown hair, frizzy and terribly familiar.

Geira held his breath for a few seconds.

"Oh shut up Fili, you're always in the way, if you'd move over maybe I'd see why they stopped shouting too," the younger dwarf mocked his brother, raising his pints in the air to go sit in his seat.

"Surely uncle has finished," replied the other making the same movements as the brunette, "or the other burg...lady... has arrived...".

The blond-haired boy could not complete the sentence as soon as his blue eyes rested on Geira.

His mouth opened wide, causing the two beads on his moustache to sway to the side of his mouth.

The hazel-haired dwarf tilted his head to the side as he looked at his confused brother, slowly sitting back in his seat. "What is a burg...lady?"

Finally, his gaze landed on her as well, but unlike that of the dwarf still standing beside her, his open mouth soon turned into a warm smile.

"SO YOU ARE THE OTHER NEW MEMBER! WELCOME!" he yelled, opening his arms in the air, raising the two pints he still held in his hand.

Geira said nothing, remaining impassive, feeling the other brother's eyes still on her.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? TAKE A SIT! I ALSO HAVE ANOTHER PINT, IF YOU WANT IT !" The other dwarf invited her with a dramatic gesture of the goblet, but she did not move an inch.

“Kili…” Thorin murmured to the brown haired young dwarf, glancing at him.

“Why were you yelling like that then? And why are you still up, we were about to tell Mr Beggins how-”

“Kili,” the older of the two brothers, froze suddenly, casting a glance towards Geira's side calling his brother to attention.

Geira noticed him and casually covered the visible seal on the pommel of the sword with one hand and knew from the glittering brown eyes of the younger dwarf that he understood.

His big brown eyes widened, as did the blonde-haired dwarf's mouth. "You are a..." the dark-haired dwarf murmured as his mouth curled up in a small smile.

"Fili, Kili, be quiet!" Thorin stopped them, but the two young brothers continued undaunted, not realising that they were only making things worse.

"Oh, come on uncle, it's wonderful! It'll be all..."

Uncle.

"I said silence!" roared Thorin, slamming his fist on the table.

At the dwarf lord's growl the two brothers were astonished, opening their mouths wide but remaining as he had ordered in silence, however, casting pointed glances towards the opposite side of the room. They knew immediately that something was wrong.

Geira's hand slipped away from her pommel and she did not let them see what had caused her to hear those last words as the two young dwarves did as their uncle told them, sitting down in silence, but not stopping to look at her.

Geira looked up at Dwalin, who glanced at Thorin, who most likely replied with another glance, because he nodded in return. However, he did not fail to look at her one last time with a look full of fury.

The dwarven king narrowed his eyes slightly before he turned his attention to the sorcerer once more in complete silence.

"I want her to leave," he said emotionlessly.

"I am afraid it can't be possible," replied Gandalf calmly, as he returned to his seat.

"I won't let her stay here. I won't let her stand around my company, and put them in danger by only her presence," he growled low, talking as if she wasn't there listening. "I don't trust her! And I don't trust anything she says!" Thorin retorted seriously, not once looking at her face.

Geira clenched a fist, trying to keep her composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

How dare he speak of trust? Him of all people, when it was he himself who had betrayed hers. How dared he!

She gritted her teeth as a blind fury clouded her vision.

Gandalf remained silent for a few moments, observing the king of all dwarves before replying.

"You will have to, I did what I thought was right and calling her back from exile is the right choice," he explained.

"The right choice?" resumed Thorin, his blue eyes twinkling menacingly "And how, shall we hear?"

Gandalf gestured with his hand towards Geira, inviting her to speak with a movement of his head; thirteen heads turned towards her, and even Thorin laid, finally, his eyes on her face.

For a moment his gaze alone made her flinch, making her eat back words she had not yet spoken. And yet, she had to say them. For herself, for her father, for her one hundred and seventy years of exile and for all the pain she had to go through because of that damn dwarf who was staring at her. She swallowed up her anger and her vision slowly became clear again.

"I am here, to fulfil my oath," she explained, looking the dwarf king straight in the eye.

A thin chill spread through the room, seeping into the bones of the newcomers; Bilbo, however, watched the scene in curiosity, struggling to understand. Perhaps now he would receive the answers he had been waiting for since the beginning of that exhausting evening.

A dull clatter echoed through the room, the sound of a cup slamming against the wooden table.

"This is too much!" roared Dwalin as he pulled himself up onto his seat again. "One word from you, Thorin, and I will rip her head off her shoulders, as I should have done years ago!"

Thorin didn't answer; he stood up, continuing to look her straight in the eyes as if what she had just said was none of his business at all.

"Your oath?" he asked her calmly, too calmly. With a couple of strides he approached her, his fists clenched and his jaw contracted. "Your oath is worthless now. It was broken long ago. Your words, your oath are nothing more than a pile of cold ash," he began growling low.

She almost dug her nails into the skin of her hand.

"It is a lifetime oath, you were there when I had sworn it," she addressed him as calmly as he had.

Thorin's jaw clenched a second time and his breathing became irregular.

"And I was there when you broke it," he uttered a low growl. "I saw you break it, you did it before my eyes..." he added contemptuously.

A pang of pain cut through her chest as everything that had happened that day appeared in her head. She seemed to see his gaze again, to feel the tears running down her face, to feel her heart being torn from her chest. She seemed to see her world burning before her eyes, her life burning before her eyes, and then... the exile.

The exile to which he had condemned her.

"I don't want to keep my oath for you if that's what you're worried about, King Under the Mountain," she spit staring directly into his eyes.

"I don't care why you want to keep it, I don't need you to keep it!" Thorin shouted at her, roaring out of his mind. "Your words mean nothing to me, a'lâju Mahal!”

A scraping of a chair followed the dwarf lord's words. "Thorin..." whispered Balin, but Thorin was as unstoppable as a blazing fire.

"You have no place among us, you have no honour, you have no name, you have no clan, you are nothing!

Your oaths were broken when you turned your back on us! Your blood is as tainted as your father's!"

For Geira that was the final straw. He shouldn't even dare to mention his father, shouldn't even try, king or not! Oath or no oath, he had no right.

Her hand tightened on the pommel of her sword. This time she approached him, with a couple of strides. She looked down at him as words began to pour out of her mouth like a flood.

"Then let Dwalin cut off my head now, this instant, for I assure you, Thorin son of Thrain, that I would rather be buried underground than fulfil the words I spoke to your kin years ago!" she retorted mercilessly. "If I could, I would retreat them one by one!"

"Be quiet, traitor!" he yelled at her, slamming his fist on the wall next to him.

"ENOUGH!" the darkness fell over those present before Geira could reply; they all fell silent at the power unleashed by Gandalf, who now stood menacingly over them, glowering. He glared down at them, a gesture that made them feel almost smaller than usual. Almost. For, as certain as the sun rising in the east, dwarves were not so easily frightened, not even if the subject in question was a wizard.

"You dwarves and your stubbornness! You will bring us to ruin before we even begin our journey! Geira will come with us. If I say her presence is essential, then it is essential! Her reasons do not matter to me as they should not matter to any of you!"

"It does matter," Thorin's deep voice rose from the silence that had enveloped his companions. "You cannot ask us to trust her, Gandalf. What she has done is..." the dwarves' attention shifted from her to Gandalf again.

"I know of it, but I ask you for the sake of this quest to leave old grudges aside; otherwise, we will not get very far if you continue to quarrel. When we reach the Lonely Mountain..."

Gandalf froze for a moment averting his gaze to her for a moment and then back to Thorin again. "Geira will accompany us there and then help us to reclaim it and th-"

"Then I will leave, if that is what you wish for Thorin Oakenshield," she concluded, giving a glance to his hand still on the wall next to her.

Thorin raised an eyebrow and slowly began to back away a few steps returning to his seat. "It is what I wish for as of now, for you to leave us, and that will not change," he stated, casting a glance at her hair, so short that it showed her neck, and her shoulders and part of her hear. The same length she had when he saw her for the last time.

"I don't want it to change..." she answered back as after a long time she felt ashamed again of those short locks.

The cut he gave to her.

And that was what they were for, to make her disgusted with herself, and in the absurdity it had been her choice to cut them so much that she had scratched her scalp the first time she had done it. She had cut every single lock and braid, counting them one by one as well as the short sideburns on the side of her face, shaving as short as she could the side of her head, leaving her right side a bit longer than nothing.

And with a last disgusted glance of Thorins on her head the discussion stopped.

Geira bit her tongue, lowering her gaze, and after that long wait, accepted a chair that the Hobbit gently offered her with a smile on his face all the while the chatter that had taken place before her arrival resumed.

But the grave atmosphere continued to permeate the walls of the room.

Nor did the tense mood change when everyone's attention turned to the Hobbit.

Geira wondered if his stammering was from the bewilderment of the various news stories, or his actual way of speaking: probably the first option. She saw him frown, countless wrinkles forming on his forehead as he tried to figure out what kind of trouble they were getting him into. She felt tremendously close to him at that moment: she would have gladly walked through the round door to get away from there, but she had promised Gandalf that she would stay. She had promised herself and her father; no more running, no more hiding. It was time to show everyone that she was not what they said she was, she had never been.

She paid no particular attention to the various explanations Gandalf and Thorin gave Bilbo, but it was when they handed him the long contract that her attention was caught again. She saw the hobbit intent on reading it, concern palpably making its way into his thoughts and gestures.

"Incineration?" he asked incredulously, unfolding the parchment better; perhaps he was convinced he had read it wrong. "...I'm going to faint.... " he said, his voice uncertain and trembling.

"Think of a furnace with wings: a flash of light, searing pain, and poof! You are nothing more than a pile of ash!" began Bofur, looking out of the doorway where she sat.

Bilbo lost all colour in his face, turning pale, too pale. It sounded like an alert to Geira; she held her breath until the other fainted, falling to the green carpet like a sack of potatoes.

Had his courage in speaking to Thorin been a flash of courage, then?

It was only then that they all sprang to their feet and tried to reach him, but in doing so they created an immense confusion, whereupon Gandalf ordered them all to go outside for some air. Dwalin and Nori helped him to lift Bilbo up and bring him to his senses, while Geira, again on Gandalf's advice, fumbled around in the kitchen to make him a cup of tea, trying to do as little damage as possible. She risked, for example, to spill the water from a nice blue and yellow cup, plus splash the boiling water from the teapot all over the place. Cooking in a real kitchen, that was something she hadn't done in a long time, as well as tinkering with this kind of fine crockery. She adjusted her black armguards and with a sharp movement of her hand and rolled up her sleeves a bit. She completed the laborious mission, delivering the drink to the owner of this house who, in the meantime, had woken up and was sitting in the living room in a comfortable armchair.

As soon as he heard her coming, he followed her every gesture with watchful eyes, until she broke the silence, handing him the cup full of aromatic tea.

"Your gaze has not ceased to follow me since I crossed your threshold, Bilbo Baggins; I have a feeling you have many questions for me," she told him, trying to force a smile and be as friendly as she could be.

It was all so difficult.

"Well, I... " he was stunned, not knowing how to continue, perhaps embarrassed at being caught in the act. He watched her in silence as she found a place by the lit fireplace, resting her back against the side of it. "Well, you... you're like them, aren't you?"

"A dwarf?" she asked him in turn, hinting at a smile at such innocence.

He nodded his head, passing the hot cup through his hands. "But, well, I had heard that dwarf women... they had..." The hobbit froze suddenly and fell silent, passing his gaze quickly to her face just above.

A sigh escaped her and she decided to tell him a half-truth.

"I cut them off a long time ago..." she explained hastily, but without ever trying to offend him in any way. She took a breath, trying to find an excuse in her head that would satisfy his curiosity. "A sign of... mourning..." she murmured.

It was not the whole truth.

Bilbo looked at her carefully, trying to see in those black eyes all the suffering they concealed; and suddenly his mind asked so many questions that it became involved: how long had it been since he had felt so interested in someone? He had kept to himself as much as possible, letting those four walls envelop him like a warm, soft blanket, in a slight torpor that had been shattered by the arrival of the dwarves. And Geira's.

His curiosity got the better of him, and he could not keep his mouth shut, not even putting the cup to his lips and sipping the hot tea.

"M-may I ask you another question?" he asked her, watching her eyes gradually lose themselves in the flames of the fireplace. "Is it true what they told you earlier? Those names they refer to you... are they true?"

"Are you afraid I will stab you in your sleep?" she answered him piquantly, raising an eyebrow.

Bilbo cursed himself, cursed him and his curiosity Tuc.

"N-no... no..." He was about to apologise when the girl shrugged, evasive.

"I'm exiled, it's true, but a traitor... that... no... no, never…” she looked again into the fire, which was crackling quietly before them. "I am here for one purpose only, and to keep a promise I made, long ago, far too long ago..." she murmured, turning back to him: curious but respectful grey eyes in deep, haunted black ones.

"You all have a purpose, a mission in this whole thing... I...I am just a hobbit, I am not what you all think I am..."

Geira watched as the hobbit's fingers held the cup and his gaze suddenly clouded over.

These were good questions he was asking himself, yet Gandalf believed in him, and the dwarves in the other room believed him more than they did with her, one of their own kind.

For a few moments he reminded her of a young dwarf lady in a large luxurious room in a distant mountain years and years ago wondering what she wanted to be in life.

Slowly she approached him, kneeling beside his green armchair and resting her hands on the armrest.

"I think you will only find out if you come with us; there is more to you than meets the eye, Bilbo. I saw it before, and... even if you don't see them, they're there, they're always there," she told him gently, marvelling at her own words.

Why was she talking to him like that, in that tone, as if she knew him? As if another person, as if he was interested in her opinion, perhaps because she hadn't spoken to someone like that in months. Still, it wasn't enough of a justification, but Geira found herself continuing.

"The journey will be fraught with danger, from outside and within the Company. That will take courage, but also a deep fear of the unknown to do what we must do. Because what we will find on the other side of the known world could be anything… or nothing. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to come with us.”

"Danger… within... the Company?"

Geira was about to answer, but their eye contact was interrupted by the arrival of the wizard, who had come to make sure of his friend's health.

"Excuse me," the dwarf-woman took her leave of the two, leaving them alone to talk; she fastened her cloak, but as soon as she placed her hand on the door knob, Bilbo's voice reached her.

"Thank you, miss Geira," he said.

“You can call me Geira” she answered, turning her head to the small hobbit sittin on the armchair.

H just nodded, looking at her with big eyes before shifting his attention to the cup in his hands

She turned, seeing a tense but grateful smile on his lips; she half-smiled as well, opening the door and stepping out into the light night breeze.

She had to calm her nerves, she had to calm down in order to regain her self-control and her coolness, which had been severely tested by the events of the evening: from an inside pocket of her cloak she took out her long white wooden pipe; from another, she took out her pipe-weed. Shortly afterwards she was blissfully smoking, sitting on the bench just outside the door; the long puffs produced small clouds that dispersed in the air: she followed them with her eyes until they disappeared, while her mind was lost in the meanders of her twisted thoughts. Did Bilbo feel out of place? And she, what was she to say? Of course, she had known from the beginning, from the moment Gandalf had introduced himself to her in that village of Men, that this would be anything but a walk in the wood: too many prejudices hovered among the dwarves, including herself, too many things left unsaid.

She felt like a flower in the frost, or perhaps she was the frost.

She shook her head, sucking in another breath that made her think better: she was there for a good reason, she had explained it to Bilbo; she just had to concentrate on that and that was it. It mattered little if they ignored her, if they did not speak to her along the leagues they had to travel, or if they were suspicious and indifferent. She would let them, their gazes should slide over her like water over her skin, she should just... just end those years.

What the wizard had told her had been gnawing at her for weeks. The likelihood of a hope, that if she fulfilled her oath perhaps, if she didn't die in the process, she would restore her name and she could... return home. But the real question was, did she want to go home and why was she still holding on to a broken oath?

"Are we interrupting?"

A young voice shook her from her outcast thoughts, finding one, or rather two young dwarves beside her... They were the two who had tried to convince Thorin to include her in the group - Fili and Kili, if she remembered correctly, the ones who had figured out what she was, who she was... Thorin's nephews. Two princes.

She took the pipe from her mouth and a mixture of emotions stirred in her chest, a desire to drive them out mixed with the urge to ask them to stay.

They were waiting for an answer to the question, she realised only after she found two pairs of puzzled eyes, waiting.

"Depends on what you want," she replied cautiously.

She didn't like the answer much, but the two stood there, undaunted. The black-haired dwarf with a youngster’s stubble sat down beside her, not waiting for an invitation; although he sensed Geira's suspicious glances, he did not pay heed to them. He took out his pipe and, after lighting it, squatted down more on the bench, puffing out small clouds of smoke.

"We just wanted to share some tobacco with you, nothing else," he insisted, sketching a brief smile.

"But maybe I don't want to share," Geira replied stubbornly.

The boy widened his eyes and looked at her almost displeased. Geira scolded herself, perhaps that wasn't the right way to go: they were her companions now, and she should at least try not to pick a fight with them. Yet it was proving so complicated, and the second boy's blue eyes didn't make it easy for him at all.

The nephews... the sons of…

"You should, if you don't want to isolate yourself before we leave..." the blond-haired, bearded dwarf attacked her: even in the moonlight she could see his blue eyes shining; so familiar it hurt.

Her fingers gently touched the inlaid hilt of her long sword, with which she never parted, seeking some form of strength, courage or, why not, peace of mind.

She forced himself not to let the acidity of his words show, "I thought I was already an outcast before I left, Master Dwarf. And forgive me, but I still don't know your names, which doesn't seem fair since you know mine."

The one sitting next to her laughed, throwing back his head, "You are right, forgive us, but the circumstances before did not allow us. I am Kili, this is my brother Fili, we are the sons of Vili and princess Dìs,"

Sons of Dìs.

A bite in her stomach made her pipe clench in her hand and suddenly her chest became incredibly heavy. The sons of Dís, Princess Dís.

How many years had passed? Had it really been that long? Had time around her really begun to move so slowly that she did not know how many years she had lived that life?

They were kids, but they were older than she had been when everything changed.

“Very well, then, Fili and Kili…” she murmured under her breath.

Geira remained silent and tried to calm her heartbeat after the latest information she had received. She sucked in another puff of smoke realising that there was, in fact, no more tobacco; she cursed silently and wiped it off, then put it back in her pocket. She wrapped herself a little more in her cloak as a gust of air penetrated her heavy clothes, fit for travel.

"Not very talkative, are you? Yet with the hobbit you spoke, I heard you!" asked Kili, sitting too close.

"You are talkative for both of us, young prince," she said, his eyes widening for a moment and then narrowing to slits, unexpectedly suspicious.

Geira caught herself explaining before the situation escalated. "You called Thorin ‘uncle’ earlier; I do not possess magical powers, if that is what you fear,"

"I didn't think so. But I am surprised that you called me young: yet, you do not seem as old as Balin, or Dori or Master Oìn..."

This time it was Geira's turn to smile. She barely lifted a corner of her lips, but it was enough for Kili: if only he had known.

"Looks can be deceiving: to me, you are certainly quite young, just boys."

"Then how many..."

His brother Fili interrupted him forcefully, "The sword, where did you t-"

"Lads, please return; the hobbit has made up his mind," Balin interrupted Fili's question, and allowed Geira to avoid answering uncomfortable questions to say the least.

The old dwarf gave her a brief but penetrating glance, but he did not bother to ascertain whether she was following him or not, so Geira opted to stay out there a little longer, alone; she left the door to Bag End half open and, from the confusion that followed, deduced that Bilbo had denied her help. Part of her felt terribly sorry and sad: she had accepted the fact that she would be leaving in the company of dwarves who hated her, but the torture seemed less heavy, knowing that a face less hostile than others would be at her side. She sighed loudly, trying to catch screams, reproaches or furious, stubborn phrases, but her ears met with the silence that reigned in the house; curious, she got up and, without making the slightest noise, looked out of the door to peek inside. She recognised Thorin's broad back covered by a fur cloak, his long, neatly wavy hair falling past his shoulders; he was leaning against the fireplace in the hall, where she had been standing before while everyone else was standing around him.

A melody sung with his mouth closed emerged from the silence; then his voice, deep and warm, filled the room, spreading through the air like perfume.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day

To find our long-forgotten gold.

Geira held her breath, melody from the very first notes, but.. the words, they were different from what she remembered. She frowned but then stop to worry and started to listen as Thorin's voice passed through her ears and went straight into her heart. She felt a strong grip on her chest, as if some invisible hand had tightened around her heart; those words tasted of something long forgotten, of longing for something lost. They tasted of home, of family. Her mind played the terrible trick of making her see again the places she had walked in Erebor as a child: squares, streets and alleys, palaces full of gold, stables, armouries... and then dwarves walking, working, children running and screaming. All this had died with the city, swallowed up by the terror of the dragon, and she had not had the chance to see it one last time. Soon, Thorin was not the only one singing; the others joined him, singing the last verse that reminded them of the same feelings.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night,

The fire was red, it flaming spread,

The trees like torches blazed with light.

The song ended, but the sadness lingered on. Geira drew back quickly, returning to the embrace of darkness, her long-time friend; far from prying eyes, she wiped away the tears that had mockingly escaped her lashes, forming a small furrow on her rosy cheeks. She blinked several times to squeeze out more tears and breathed deeply, trying at the same time to calm down and listen to the king's instructions for the next morning's departure.

"Try to get as much rest as possible; Gandalf will show us to our quarters..."

There followed a great commotion, a sign that everyone was gathering their knick-knacks: as she did not want to show himself in such a pitiful state, she decided to wait outside; perhaps, with the favour of darkness, no one would notice the signs of crying.

As expected, the others came out, dark in face; they glanced at her in passing, then disappeared down a path towards a small inn. As soon as the last of them, Ori, was out of sight, she went into the house, looking for her bow, which she found where she had left it, leaning against the wall of the small kitchen. She took a quick glance around, noticing the cleanliness and order that once again reigned supreme, as if nothing had happened. It was indeed a fine home, fit for someone who loved his life and would not change it for all the gold in the world.

She secured her bow to her back, picked up her quiver, and hoisted it over her shoulder. She reached the hall with great, heavy strides, but froze when her eyes fell upon the long contract written by Thorin and countersigned by Balin on the footstool in front of the chair. With a knot in her throat, she saw that the place for Bilbo's signature was spotless, empty. She sighed again, brushing it with her fingers.

She felt guilty: it was she who had warned him of what lay ahead, who had told him that she would not blame him if he refused, and that she, too, might leave the Company to its fate; so when he had thanked her, had she already decided in her heart not to take part? She ran a hand through her short hair, touching every lock from her forehead to the back of her neck.

"He will come, do not fear," her left hand ran quickly to the scabbard, drawing the sword she carried at her side; it was only when she was in a defensive position that she recognised Gandalf, who had entered without her hearing him. He walked towards her, his hands clasped behind his back and the usual sardonic smile always on his lips; he watched her for long moments, with those blue eyes that could dig into you, until they read your soul. And Geira, in her heart, was afraid of it.

"That contract will be signed very soon," he insisted, now closer to her.

"'Are you so convinced? The young hobbit wasn't convinced, I've seen that kind of look too many times, from young soldiers, recruits, and even head guards," almost without realizing it, she found himself again brushing against that yellowed paper, and those handwritten characters of those who had once been part of her world.

"Oh, I hope so! But, usually, my convictions always turn out to be correct!"

"Like me coming here?" she said directly as she looked up at him.

Gandalf took a deep breath, tilting his head down slightly to keep it from slamming into the ceiling. "That is the uncertainty that, though you will not believe me, has plagued me these many weeks," he explained quietly. "I will not hide from you that I thought you were not coming.”

"I didn't want to," Geira admitted. "I waited in Aldburg for as long as I could," she concluded, smoothing out the traveling bag on her shoulder with a movement of her shoulder.

The wizard nodded his head before speaking. "I see. What made you change your mind?"

At that unexpected question Geira stiffened all of a sudden. She had spent weeks in the room of the inn in the small village in the kingdom of Rohan, mulling over the offer the wizard had made to her, and up until a fortnight ago she had been more than sure that she would not participate in the expedition. Why should she, why should she accept what Gandalf had told her outside that inn as true. He knew nothing of what was to come, and yet the prospect he held out to her was too much even for a hardened soul like hers.

He could revoke the exile, you could go back home, fulfil your oath and be free, Geira. Isn't it what you want? Being free again?

"Because I don't want to die like this, in the dirt of a Men’s village with an invisible chain wrapped around my chest ... I don’t want to be bound to him anymore, I want his nephews to see their home,they are the new hope for Durin’s folk" she explained hastily, speaking like a dirge she had learned by heart.

"And not him?”

She looked up to Gandalf . “Would you ask this to a victim of an executioner? Or to a leftover wife of a soldier?”

“It depends on how much the victim cared for the executioner, and vice versa,” he explained with a soft voice.

For Geira it was like receiving a punch in the middle of her sternum; she felt a sudden urge to shout out her frustration, her anger, to give vent to the rage she had kept jealousy inside her all evening. He knew, Gandalf knew, yet he dared to say that to her, if it was to achieve a goal of his as he had already seen him do, it would not work this time, not with her.That was the point of no return for her; controlling her tears was almost impossible, as was not taking the sword from the hilt and pointing it at the wizard, even though she knew what would happen.

Furious, she began to tremble, looking the wizard straight in the face and finally and, after months, asked him the question that was eating her alive.

“Why did you want me to come?!” she growled “You have warriors, you have clever dwarves and useful ones. Why did you come to me, and do not tell me you did it for me!” she nearly roared.

As he had done for the rest of the evening, Gandalf remained silent for a few seconds, watching her. He did not get angry or upset, but he looked at her in such a way that everything around her seemed to grow cold and sad and for a moment she felt the same way.

“Because you have to fulfill your oath,” he told her again.

“I did not intend to fulfill it! That oath was broken long ago as was the one that he swore to me! Stop lying to me! ” she insisted, pleading with him with her eyes.

He owed that to her, an answer a simple answer, she was not asking more. She just wanted to know why Gandalf wanted her to torture heself, why he wanted her so bad in that Company why he cared that much that forced Thorin to accept her as a member of his Company.

He sighed softly, smiling sadly with the side of his mouth “I didn't, I did it for the executioner, for the warrior, for the king...”

Geira parted her lips, astonished but quivering with anger; unexpectedly she smiled, a sad smile, without a hint of joy painted on her face. “You know Gandalf, now I understand why you lied to me, because if these are the real reasons, you know I'm sure I would have turned down your invitation back then.

And without saying anything more she turned and walked out of the rounded green door.

She left the hobbit’s house behind her, following the same path the others had taken, passing other green mounds - hobbit dwellings - and finally resting at the inn where the whole company was already staying, but still awake. And she would know that that night, like many others, she would not find rest, because a question had begun to arise, a question about a story she had been telling herself for too many years: was she really only doing this for herself? Yes was the answer, because if it were otherwise she would rather die by his hand than go through it all again. To feel again. To be betrayed again.

The flames burned up to the sky. The fumes came out of every window from every balcony from every hole in which they found a passage. The screams rose high in the air and thundered in the valley below her. The yellow and blue fabrics danced a dance of death and destruction as they walked out the shattered marble door. Children clung to their parents' necks in fear. The women and men wept as they watched the bodies scattered on the door under the rubble as they were pulled away by those few who had not yet been gripped by grief.

The once green pines and grass on either side of the mountain had become a heap of ash and coal.

Her tears would not stop flowing, her armor had become heavy as a boulder that prevented her from moving.

Then a desperate scream under the hill where she was about her came to her ears making her almost fall to her knees under the weight of her helplessness and guilt.

His formerly desperate blue eyes turned to pure amazement as they landed on her.

One scream, one last scream before the realization of what would happen as she watched her heart burn in the rubble with her oaths and with the one dwarf who possessed it.

"I told you coming here would be a waste of time!"

"To hire a hobbit, where did you get such an idea?!"

"I did not think such a small body could possess so much..."

"Stubbornness, Oìn?"

"Well, why would he help us if he doesn't even know us?" noted Bofur, returning to light his pipe with a tinderbox and sitting down better on the window sill.

"Gandalf promised us the hobbit would accompany us; and if he said so, we must trust him."

"How about a bet, then? Come on, Nori! What do you say?"

There began a long chatting that involved them all, those who bet for or against Bilbo's arrival by the next morning. The commotion that permeated the small room of the inn, where they were to sleep, allowed two dwarves to move into the corridor, away from prying eyes and ears.

"What do you think, laddie?" asked the older dwarf, smoothing his long white beard.

The other sighed wearily, the ever-present wrinkle in the middle of his forehead more than worth a thousand words; even after he had removed his heavy cloak and remained in his long blue tunic covering his breeches, his figure was imposing and commanded awe and respect.

No matter how hard Balin tried, he still found it hard to believe that this dwarf, a child, who later became a young boy, would become king so soon, faced two major battles that had taken everything from him and with which he had to deal every day, every night; the old dwarf knew this for sure: not even in his dreams was Thorin Oakenshield free, safe from rancour and remorse.

"I think this mission has started under the worst of auspices: I wonder..." he paused, not quite sure what to say next.

"Whether we should proceed?"

The king nodded, but his gaze was far from convinced, lost in thoughts unknown to most, but intuitable to Balin; or, at least, most of the time. But, to be on the safe side, he decided to broach the subject calmly, one step at a time.

"Don't distress yourself about the hobbit: if you hadn't beckoned to me and brought me here, I would have placed a bet in his favour, you know?" he gave a half-smile, but that did not relax his companion’s tense features, quite the contrary. He made a contemptuous sound, halfway between sceptical and desperate.

"Dwalin was right: it was a waste of time coming here. It was folly to believe in his help; but even without him, we must proceed. No, it's not his presence I'm worried about... no... not him."

Here was the raw nerve, the sore point: just as Balin had imagined; it was not the thought of the failed burglar that plagued him.

"Thorin..." he began, laying a hand on his forearm. But as soon as he did, the muscles under his shirt twitched and the old dwarf was stopped with a raised hand and a grim look.

Seeing him in that state did not help Balin either, after all: after all, he was like a son to him. And fathers were always distressed when their children were not calm and happy.

"No, Balin. I don't want to talk about it," was his curt reply; and no matter how much the elder dwarf insisted, he would not be heard. His king's pride was mightier than reason, which struggled to prevail: for if he had even tried to think, Thorin would have understood; but stubbornness and anger blinded him.

Balin sighed loudly and shook his head, but he hoped in his heart that this journey would bring other victories than the lost pride of the dwarves.

Dawn came too soon, and continuous yawns surprised Geira as she rinsed her face with cold water and then strapped the sword to her side, but first she pulled it from its sheath, examining the blade for new scratches. Daylight broke over it, sending blinding glints down the walls: her hand stroked the inlaid and worked hilt, which gave the sword its name, more closely. Forged by her, for her alone, and branded on the hilt by... him.

That sword was her past, her present, her future perhaps. All she still possessed was that sword, all that bound her to what she had been was that sword that had allowed the two princes to know who she was and what she had been. She had managed to avoid their questions but she was sure, having seen the two princes, that they would ask Balin, Dwalin... Thorin for confirmation. And what would they answer? Was her oath really broken and she was just fighting the wind? No. She was to the death and would fulfil it, or die rather than live like this any longer. Without being able to speak a word to any dwarf.

She put the sword back where it belonged, and stopped losing herself in useless thoughts; she took a quick, final look around the room, tracing the outline of the simple wooden bed, the chest against the wall, and the windowsill, on which was a vase of fragrant lilac and yellow flowers: perfect, she had forgotten nothing. She arranged her traveling back better on her shoulder and closed the door, going downstairs; he thanked the innkeeper with a nod and a coin, then went out into the warm morning air. Outside, a riot of colours and scents invaded her, leaving her stunned: everything was so wonderfully green, and as the evening before she wondered what life could be like there.

"Good morning!" Kili's smiling face took her mind off her pesnier again, just like the night before in every way.

He stood in front of her, crunching a stick of beef jerky between his teeth, soon joined by his brother Fili, who had two in his mouth. "Come, we'll show you your pony," he said.

"My Pony?" she asked, incredulous.

With a gesture of his head, Fili invited her to follow them, or rather to follow her younger brother, who had already started walking with his arms behind his head. They took her to the back of the inn, where three animals stood in a large enclosure. Kili opened the wooden gate and pointed out the pony, a female with an entirely white coat, tame and quiet: Geira approached her, stroking her gently; she neighed, appreciating the gesture and making her new mistress smile. From the bag she took out a red apple and handed it to her, watching her devour it voraciously: yes, she liked it, she admitted; and it would be a good companion for the journey.

"Thanks, lads" she said with a smile turning towards the two brothers.

The dwarves bowed their heads in response, finishing lacing up the last of their bags of supplies, then dragged their steeds out of there, where the others were waiting for them; Geira followed, not receiving any greetings from the other members, just a deep silence, making her clearly remember what the others thought of her. Even the smile on her lips vanished in the blink of an eye.

Without a word, she hoisted herself up onto the saddle, settling in better. When they were all still and ready, Thorin cast his gaze over them all, including Gandalf, as if seeking some support, some security... or fear.

He made no speech, there was no need: they all knew what they were getting into, what the risks and dangers were, but they were ready; they were going to regain their homeland, there was nothing nobler than that,

their hearts were for their home. They were for Erebor: and they would hardly be discouraged or lose the purpose of their journey

The king turned his pony, leading it along the streets of Hobbiton, followed by the others.

Geira did not look back, but kept her gaze fixed ahead, her heart a little heavy and a little relieved, she could not quite explain why. She remained silent as they left the city and entered the large clearing lined with huge old trees, thinking with regret of the sort of friendly figure who might have cheered her journey and comforted her when all seemed lost. Who knows, perhaps Gandalf tended to overestimate himself a little too much, if he believed that his convictions always turned out to be right and positive …

"Wait!"

A familiar voice brought her to a halt, and so did the others; she turned swiftly in the saddle, hardly able to believe her eyes: Bilbo Baggins had just stopped beside Balin's pony, exhausted from his long ride; he caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow as he held out the contract to the elderly dwarf with one hand, claiming to have signed it. As soon as Balin verified the authenticity of the signature - a gesture that Geira found amusing anyway - he announced that he was welcome to Thorin Oakenshield's company; applause and whistles of welcome followed, interrupted by the king.

"Give him a pony!"

Bilbo tried to object, as he had never ridden a pony before, but Kili and Fili cleverly hoisted him up; Geira managed to catch the hobbit's eyes and, to his great surprise, he was stunned: she smiled at him, a warm and sincere smile.

And then the hobbit knew he had made the right choice.

#thorin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x oc #thorin fic #thorin fanfiction #the hobbit fan fiction #king under the mountain #quest of erebor #middle earth #until my last breaht #thorinxreader #the hobbit fanfiction

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riseofnightwing · 4 years

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I’m with you on this - Dick Grayson Imagine

Summary/Request: MarvelxDC crossover where Yn Stark finds out she’s pregnant with Dick’s baby and they need to give the news to her father, Tony and the avengers.

pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan!Stark!Reader

notes: Anony, thank you for requesting, hope you like it xxxx

You woke up groaning at the weird feeling in your stomach; it didn't even give you time to think when you found yourself running to the bathroom where you ended up throwing up. You looked at the mirror and saw a pale version of yourself and you got scared. You returned to your room and noticed that your boyfriend wasn't there.

You took a look at the clock to see that it was later than you used to wake up, that’s why Dick wasn’t in bed with you. All those years and you still couldn't understand how Dick managed to wake up so early.

You checked your messages to see that he left you one saying he left with Hank and should be back soon. So you went to take a shower trying to remember if you ate something that could be the cause of your sickness, and then it hit you.

You were 4 weeks late. You should be on your period by now but you never really paid attention to it, blaming it to you being so busy. You showered quickly and went to the nearest pharmacy.

You thanked god for not bumping into someone on your way out of the tower.

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You entered the store already sweating because you almost run your way there. You stood in front of the pregnancy test and there were so many options. You were getting nauseous all over again.

You took 5 tests.

You paid quickly and made your way back to the Tower.

You locked yourself into your room trying not to think too much until you saw the results, but it was impossible. You were terrified.

What if you ruined Dick’s life? What if he didn’t want this now? What would you do? And your father, Christ, your father. The fact that you were Y/n Stark made things more complicated that you’d like to admit.

You were his only child and he was completely attached to you. You’d always be “his little girl.”

You followed your father’s steps when you became a hero, but you decided to do it far from him so you would have your own life and take your own decisions, so you moved to San Francisco, where you met Dick and eventually, the Titans.

It was love at first sight.Really. You met one of the most selfless and incredible man you’ve ever met and to top that his team was incredible too.

It wasn’t hard for you, but completely difficult to your Father to accept that his daughter was now living with a man that was not him. it didn’t matter how many times Steve or Pepper tried to convince him that he was Batman’s son and a good guy, he was still a worried about your wellbeing.

So he let you move in with Dick, but always kept an eye on you both. Dick feared your father to death, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You couldn’t blame him, after all, you remembered very well when 3 years ago, Tony threatened to kill him if something ever happen to you, and Dick took it very serious remaining scared of him until these days.

You stopped thinking and went to the bathroom, you wanted to believe that it was just your mind and body playing tricks on you, but with everything that’s been going on protection was the last thing on yours and Dick’s mind.

You tried the first one. Positive.

You tried the second one. Positive; your hands were trembling and your lip quivered trying to contain a sob.

When the fifth one also tested positive you were already in tears with your phone in your hands texting Dick.

“Babe, where are you? Please, come back home” you tried to write him while the tears blurred your vision.

He didn’t answer for 5 minutes and your heart was racing

“Hey, love.What’s going on? Are you okay?” he texted you back

“Dick, i don’t know please come back home i need to talk to you.”

He saw the message and understood that something was really wrong, you weren’t the beggin type, so he got in the car along with Hank and called you. You were too nervous and crying so much to notice your phone buzzing.

“Calm down. Whatever it is, it’s going to be fine. I’m on my way.”

“Answer the phone” he sent you after you didn’t answer the calls. He started to get worried.

You realized your phone was buzzing after a few minutes. He never drove so fast in his life.

“D, i’m sorry to bother you but it's important” you said still crying.

“Hold on, i’m almost home” he said and hung up the call.

“Where’s Y/n?” Dick stormed into the living room, startling Jason.

“I think she’s in her room” Jason answered with his mouth full of cereal.

Dick barely entered the room when he immediately felt a body against his, holding him strongly and he held you back.

You got his shirt all wet with your tears and he waited until you were ready to talk, he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“Babe? I’m starting to get worried, do you wanna talk about it?” he tried to lift your face to look at you and he saw your puffed and red eyes. He hated to see you like this.

He cleaned your tears and you both sat on the bed.

“I don’t know where to start”

“Take your time.” he squeezed your hands, trying to show some support.

“Dick, I woke up and i felt so sick, i throw up and i realized that I’m late and...” You couldn’t continue because you felt a lump in a throat and tears began to fall one more time. He listened to you carefully

“And?” he encouraged you to keep talking.

“And i bought 5 tests and the five tested positive, Dick. I think I’m pregnant.” you said.

He got up and kneeled in front of you.

“Hey, look at me.” he said “It’s fine, okay? We’ll figure it out. Relax, it’s okay”

“What?” you looked up to see him doing his best to calm you down “Dick aren’t you mad or anything?”

“I’m nervous, I won’t lie but i’m with you on this. if you really are pregnant, we’re going to do this together and you don’t need to be scared or worry about anything.” he told you trying to find out the best way to say it, Dick wasn’t that good with words but he was doing his best.

“i love you” you said hugging him.

“Your father is going to kill me.”

“Shit, we need to talk to him” you said and Dick freezed already imagining what Tony Stark would do to him when he knew that his little girl was pregnant.

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You and Dick headed to Avenger’s compound feeling more and more nervous the closer you were. When you let your father know that you would be visiting he immediately sent a car to pick you up. You couldn't expect less from the guy.

Dick drove the car that Tony sent. During the trip he kept his free hand in your thigh. He didn’t want you to get nervous, although he was most definitely scared shitless.. He looked at you and smiled softly.

You couldn’t ask for a better man when you had Dick Grayson by your side.

You got into the tower and your hands were sweating. You didn’t know what would your father’s reaction would be and to be honest you were not expecting anything good.

When you and Dick passed through the elevator’s door, you were immediately welcomed by Pepper.

“Yn, you look so beautiful. We missed you so much.” she said hugging you tightly.

“Hey pepper, we missed you too” you smiled sweetly at her.

“Grayson.” You saw your father greet your boyfriend.

“Hello, Tony” Dick smiled at him, he was always so polite.

“My princess” he hugged you. You missed him

“Hey, dad.”

“So the couple came to visit us.” You saw Steve, Natasha and Bruce coming into the room. You two smiled at them and gave each one a hug.

“So, what brought you here kiddo?” Tony asked, holding both of your hands.

You prayed that he kept this smile when you told him what you came to say.

“Dad, why don’t we sit?” you smiled softly at him as you sat into the large sofa.

“Dad, Dick and I came here to talk with you because” you cleaned your throat obviously nervous. “because we found out that I’m pregnant.”

You saw your father’s smile disappear as he listened you.

“You’re what?” he got up. Pepper, you and Dick got up at the same time and the rest of the avengers too, expecting any kind of reaction of Tony.

“She’s pregnant, Tony. Four weeks.” Dick said stepping into the conversation.

“Okay. Now can someone explain to me how the fuck did it happen?” he said and his tone of voice increased as he walked aggressively towards your boyfriend. Dick didn’t move and you stood between them.

“Go easy on the boy, Stark. I don’t think you want to know how it happen” Steve pushed Tony by his chest, gently trying to avoid any confrontation.

“How could you both let it happen? You are young and look at your-”

“Dad. Stop it. Please, Dick and I are both adults. We know what we’re doing.“

“Tony, I’ll take care of her and the baby” Dick said trying to calm him down

“You better do that, Grayson, or-” he said glaring at Dick.

“I know, I know. Otherwise you’re going to find and kill him. Now let them be. Grayson is a good guy, and he already proved this to you by taking care of y/n through all this years. Didn't you, Dick?” Natasha said

“I do my best.” Dick said and smiled to the red haired woman. Tony was mad but deep inside he was happy. He liked to mess with Dick, but he knew he was a good guy and that you loved each other.

He hugged you and when the conversation was over, you and Dick headed to the elevator door, ready to leave. Pepper congratulate you both and hugged you one more time before you left.

Dick took this moment to talk to Tony alone.

“Tony, I’d like to ask her hand in marriage. I promise you I won’t fail her”

“I give you my honor, Grayson. But you better be worth it.” Tony smiled to the boy and Dick thanked him, saying goodbye to everyone and catching your hand, ready to live the future by your side. No matter what happen.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x you #dick grayson one shots #tony stark imagines #avengers imagines #nightwing imagines #marvel x dc #marvel imagines #dc imagines #brenton thwaites imagines

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babiesdreams · 3 years

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Mirrors

This is a part 1 from a serie, I hope you all like it and my intention is to keep introducing members in the story, so please leave feedback about who else do you want to see in here.

Characters: fem! reader, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Taeyong.

Warnings: It gets a little angst at some point but it isn´t too heavy.

Word count: 4000

“Doyoung, an nct former member, is taking a hiatus from his career as he's dealing with anxiety. Nctzens must really support him during this time as he really needs support” The Tv was loudly announcing the gossip news.

“So another idol” you thought. Definitely being an idol must be hard and everything, dealing with all the sasaengs, the media, the pressure. You understood their feelings but there must be something else. It's not like you know a lot about these boys, but you know they are famous, cool and a good support for their fans, so they might be good people.

Your mind wanders at the different outcomes of your plan. You never tried this before, not with a famous person, not with an idol you didn't even know. But maybe he needed it so… Why not?

You searched for information, multiple photos until you memorized his face, his name, age, you even listened to some of their songs. You got everything ready and looked up for the hour in Seoul, it was 4 AM there. Perfect for your plan. You looked at your phone, to see what hour was in your town. 5 PM, you managed to see.

Okay so, not too bad, you weren't really sleepy but you could get to it. You laid on your bed, put on some music with your headphones and closed your eyes. You pictured the boy´s face right in front of you, searching for him. Eventually, you found him and went his way inside your dark mind. You were unsure if it worked as you never tried with an unknown person before, but you trusted your abilities and just hoped for the best.

“Kim Doyoung” you called him in the empty dark space you were in at the moment. You couldn't hear or see anything for a while, until you heard footsteps coming your way.

“Who are you?” The boy said from the distance, completely inserted in the dark.

It started getting really cold there, you felt as cold as if it was snowing, or you were inserted in an iced lake of some sort.

“I´m here to help you. Are you Kim Doyoung?” You screamed as if attempting to make him hear you from the distance.

“Who are you?” He said getting closer to you, until you could finally recognize his face.

“I´m Y/N, I came here so I could help you” you said getting closer to greet him.

“Where is this place?” He said, confused looking around.

“Well I don´t know, you tell me, It's your dream” You said smiling at him.

“My dream?” He said even more confused.

“Yes, I came here to help you with your problems, I'm a dream traveler. I have the natural ability to get myself into others’ dreams and also control them. Cool right?” You explained, feeling proud of your abilities all of a sudden.

“That doesn't make sense” He said shaking his head.

“Yeah, maybe it doesn't. Shall we go somewhere else? “You said, picturing a beautiful empty beach at night, and as you pictured it, it appeared “Do you like this or…?” You said now looking at Doyoung´s shocking expression.

“Wait, How did you do that?” He said, curiously looking around as he walked through the beach, feeling the sand under his feet as he walked “This feels very real” He said, now grabbing a handful of sand letting it out of his fist slowly.

“That’s how dreams feel dummy” You say as if it were obvious. You started walking through the dark beach, hypnotized by the moonlight. It somehow had the same feeling as the previous empty black space you woke up in.

You turn to look at Doyoung, the boy is looking confused as he tries to understand and process everything.

And then, everything changes, both of you are in a nice cozy house, in the middle of the living room, with comfortable clothes that could perfectly be a pajama. You look around, the walls are a nice shade of light pink, making this room contrast the two previous scenarios you both went through. There's a big beige sofa resting on the wall, in front of it a cute coffee table full of small decorations and some plants. Further away, you can see a dining table, all set, with a cute centerpiece and five chairs matching the wood of the table.

You look at Doyoung again as he sits on the big sofa and you do the same, a couple of meters away, giving him space. You now imagine, he created this scenario, probably thinking of some old house, or maybe his actual living room. You get lost in his eyes as he starts talking about something that you don't even get to hear.

“So what is it?” He says, bringing you back to reality. You blink twice as you try to focus on his question. “Sorry, I didn't get that” You say looking down, ashamed of your behaviour. But, could you really blame yourself, I mean, you’ve seen a lot of handsome boys before, but he was different for sure. Maybe it was his perfectly parted dark hair, maybe his dark eyes, looking right through you, or maybe it was his personality that had you going this way.

He sighed, as he had to repeat everything he just said. “Who do you work for?” He summarized. “Um..” You looked away. Your mind was working really hard, nobody ever asked you this. Should you pretend you are some kind of strange creature so that he doesn't look for you? Should you just tell the truth? What even was the truth?. You were confused as to what to say or do, but he thought you were just trying to hide something. “You can't tell me right? Maybe they're watching us” You just nodded, following his crazy theory, hoping for the best.

“So you definitely are not human, I mean no human can do this. Or maybe you are just a product of my imagination” He says to himself as he tries to understand everything. “I’m real, I mean, I have control of my own actions and words” You say trying to help him clear his confusion, but your words sound like a challenge to him. He focuses hard and you can actually tell he's trying to control your actions, but he just gives up after a while.

You sigh, cause nothing is going as planned. “Doyoung, we can talk about your problems, I'm here for that reason. And trust me, no one is watching us.” You say trying to clear things up a little bit. But Doyoung just looks at you, waiting for answers, answers that you are not willing to give.

After a long couple of minutes of your eyes meeting and exploring the other’s, the scenario starts changing again, and you both appear in a black room, full of mirrors pointing at all directions, making it hard to know the limits of the space. You can hear Doyoung´s footsteps in the distance, but you can't get to reach him with your eyes, as the confusing view makes your mind blurry.

You start getting anxious, feeling completely useless and judged as you see your reflection everywhere you look. All the mirrors turn slowly, pointing at your direction. Tears start forming on your eyes, and you are not able to stop them from falling down your cheeks. But then something clicks on your mind, making you realize how you could change the scenarion in your advantage, yrt you weren’t exactly stong at the moment. You concentrate as best as you can, trying to avoid the anxious thought going around your mind. You let out a loud scream breaking all the mirrors around you. The broken glass pieces reveal Doyoung´s figure standing right in front of you.

You now allow yourself to be weak, and vulnerable, falling on your knees while you let your tears drip down endlessly, not even bothered to make them stop. You notice the boy’s gaze fixed on you, and you can tell he feels guilty of your state. But probably, he didn't even intend to do this, as this was just a part of his mind.

You get up slowly, getting yourself together. Doyoung’s voice sounds distant, as your mind is not fully able to keep going. “I’m sorry, I always, fuck things up like this” You notice by the sound of his words how he’s also crying, getting to the place you’ve been looking for since the beggining.

However, before you can bring yourself up to say something, you see a light coming out of the end of the space you both were in, and you just knew. He’s waking up. You imagine an empty white door frame, making it appear in the distance. The door frame and its content, are a light source to the room, making the near zones glow up around it.

“I really have to go” You say running towards the door frame. Yet, when your feet are almost crossing the clowing exit, It vanishes. You turn yourself looking at Doyoung’s expression as you hear his low voice again “Don’t go”

“I will come back, Doyoung, I promise, I just… I have to go now” You picture a new door frame right next to you, allowing your hands to get through it, finally.

You wake up breathing heavily, feeling cold sweat falling from your forehead and you try your best to calm down. That dream was intense, and that boy was definitely intense. You calm down slowly, trying to figure out the meaning the room full of mirrors. “Maybe he's judgemental” You think to yourself. And just like that, you spend the rest of the night looking for answers so that you could help him once you come back.

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Doyoung wakes up as an intense light comes into his room. Normally he's a morning person but not today for sure. He wakes up angrily as he couldn’t discover much about you and got a bitter aftertaste of his dream experience. “There's no way she's real” He thinks to himself while his body comes out of the bed slowly. His mind is still trapped within his dreams, not wanting to let go of the memory of your presence.

“She's way too perfect” He thinks now under the hot feeling of the water running through his body as he takes a shower.

The hours keep passing by and he can't stop his mind from playing the moments he experienced while dreaming last night. He desperately wanted you to come back, he wanted to see you again, touch you again, just feel you around him. He wasn't in his right mind and anyone could notice that. He was continuously spacing out, not listening, walking around, laying down doing pretty much nothing… So it was no surprise when Taeyong sat down with him to check out what was wrong.

“Are you feeling worse Doyoung? We can call a therapist if you need to” He says in a calmed tone looking at Doyoung with sweet eyes. “I´m okay, I just need to rest” He says without looking at him. “Doyoung” Taeyong says in a far more serious tone now, forcing Doyoung´s eyes to rest on him. “I know it can get hard sometimes, but you can talk to me about whatever you need. I won't judge you in any way okay?” The sound of his words create a relaxing atmosphere in the room, making Doyoung feel a bit guilty about his behaviour. “I will talk to you when I figure this out, hyung, I promise” He just says smiling at the boy, wanting desperately to make him feel less worried. Taeyong just smiles and nods, patting Doyoung´s head before leaving the room.

It was for sure, one of the things that haunted Doyoung, how worried Taeyong would get about his health. Of course, he understood that it was concerning to see a friend like that, but he didn't want to hurt any of his friends with his own problems. He was afraid he would hurt them as well, or even worse, be judged by them. He kept thinking about the mirrors, how he saw his own reflexion on them, how he fought back the anxiety growing inside of him. How you were completely destroyed, crying out loud on the floor, surrounded by tiny broken mirror pieces, how you stepped on them and didn't even realize the pain. “She's never coming back” A thought passed through his mind, invading his whole body.

Why would you come back? So that he would hurt you again? Why were you there in the first place? Maybe just work, probably forced by some boss or something. There's no way you would actually care for him, you didn't even know him. Or maybe you did know him. Maybe you were a fan. Was that the reason you were acting like that to him? Were you there just to fulfill one of your fantasies? And how even did you get inside his own dreams? How did you control his subconscious mind? Why couldn´t he control your actions? He really tried hard to.

There were far too many questions and yet no easy answers. He laid down on his bed, defeated. His mind had been working hard all day long, and yet he didn't even know what was happening. At least, this was distracting himself of his normal, self-destructive thoughts. Maybe it really was a mechanism his own mind made up for him to calm down and forget about his intrusive thoughts.

While he let his mind wander around different thoughts, he started falling asleep on top of his bed, unable to control it.

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It could be. It was not that he judged others, but his mind judging himself. It was written in the way the mirrors pointed at him from the beginning. It was your own mind that turned them to look at you. But, What was he judging about himself? He's pretty much perfect. It really doesn't make sense to you.

You lift your head, realizing it's already afternoon. You think to yourself you still got some time to figure things out. But then you realize, he's in Seoul. They don't have the same schedule and you are, pretty much fucked up. You look at the clock on your phone, It’s 4 pm, one hour earlier than yesterday. You got it. You can definitely do it again. Right? Well you hope so, you promised it. He's probably waiting for you. “Fuck” You say to yourself.

You lay down on bed as fast as you can, play some music, the same way you did the day before, and try relaxing. You start picturing Doyoung´s perfect features in front of you, you even imagine his scent, or at least the one you got to smell on his dream. And you start falling asleep, traveling through your mind, looking for the boy´s dream. It's not as easy as the first time, but you get to it in the end. It's so different compared to yesterday's scenarios.

You find yourself in a cozy little apartment, clean, well decorated, caressing you with a warm welcoming feeling. After looking around, noticing the white walls, the huge kitchen to your left, the parquet floor, the nice painting hanging on the walls, the huge cozy sofa in the middle of the living room, the distant bedroom, the nice little plants placed everywhere; you notice him, waiting, sat down on the couch, with his arms laying on his knees and his hands covering his face.

“Doyoung?” you say, still in your position, too afraid of getting closer to him.

The boy lifts his head, surprised by your voice, looking at you as if he didn't quite believe his eyes. After a whole minute processing the information, he looks away, pretending not to care, a little too late for you to believe it.

“You did come back” He says pressing his back against the couch.

“Sorry about being late, the time zones are really something” You say scratching the back of your head.

“So you are not living in Korea?” He asks tapping the couch in a signal for you to sit next to him.

“Obviously not” You say as you start walking towards the couch, sitting right next to his body and placing your gaze on him.

He chuckles lightly at your expression, just like he could read your mind.

“I'm not mad” He clears out, letting you breathe better and relax for a moment “I am actually sorry, about yesterday, I didn't mean to-”

“It was your subconscious, it's not your fault” you interrupt him, knowing what he was about to say “I´ve been thinking… Is that the way you usually think about yourself?” You ask, even though you are really scared of his reaction.

“Um I guess so” He simply says not really thinking about it, as something else was trapped in his mind. “Can you go into everyone's dreams?” He asks curiously.

You simply nod, not really sure about how true that statement really is. “It's been like that so far” would be a more accurate statement, but you just shut up. There's something about Doyoung that makes you feel like every word you say could break him, just like you did with the mirrors.

“Can you do it then? So that I can trust you” He says looking right into your eyes. You tilt your head, trying to understand just what he was talking about. “I´m famous, that's how you know me right?” You nod, still confused. “So you know all the members right?” You start trying to remember the names you memorized before the first dream, but you don't get to remember any of the 23 names. You curse at yourself how could you have such a bad memory? You shake your head at the boy admitting your lack of memorization abilities.

He sighs, not knowing what to do. “Okay, Jaehyun, he's one of the most popular members nowadays. You must know him” You try your best to remember, sure you have heard his name before, but you couldn't really picture him. Suddenly Doyoung grabs something from his pants’ pocket, showing it to you. It was a photo of the said boy, looking really perfect, which makes you wonder “Are all of them perfect looking?”

“You can go into his dreams, right?” You nod, unsure. “I think so. Jung Jaehyun right?” You say, now remembering some of the information you looked up. “Yes” he says, looking far more interested now. “I have to go in order to do that” You clear up, knowing very well he feared not meeting you again.

“It's fine, Just make sure to let him know he has to tell me about you, okay?” He says hugging you so suddenly that it shocks you. “Good luck” He says before placing a kiss on your forehead. You nod, still shocked by the situation. You make a door frame just like yesterday, so that you can exit. You walk slowly towards it, stopping right before entering. You turn around to look at the boy, who’s now waving at you. You wave your hand back and cross the door frame, exiting the dream as you do.

You wake up on your bed, still confused by the situation. You search for some Jaehyun pictures so that you can imagine him, the same way you do with Doyoung. After a couple of minutes you are ready to insert yourself inside the boy's dream.

This time is way faster, making you think that maybe you are getting better at controlling your abilities.

Without thinking much, you look around, noticing you are in some sort of castle. It looks like a special event, a ball of some sort, everyone around you is dressed like the renaissance french movies you saw from time to time. You look down at your own dress, looking really puffy and heavy and it is, indeed, heavy. You also feel your waist pressured by a corset.

You look up, noticing a big figure in front of your eyes. “I have been waiting for you, princess” Jaehyun says as you look right into his eyes. “I- I have been looking for you” You say confused at the situation.

Jaehyun chuckles lightly, showing his dimples, and you find yourself falling into his charm. “Shall we?” He says offering you a hand letting you know he wants to dance. You notice, just now, his clothes are price-like, really making him look like an ethereal prince.

“Sure” You just say, mesmerized by the view. You don't really know how to dance, not to this kind of music. But his hands guide you through the movements and you don't really think about it. The song keeps playing in the background and you smile at the cute moment you both are sharing.

Just when the song comes to an end, Jaehyun’s body stops abruptly forcing you to follow. He cups your cheeks inside his palms and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

You gasp, making him pull off. “Are you okay?” He asks with a worried expression. “Y-Yes, I just, um…” You can't bring yourself to speak your mind and you just try to look away. It's now that your mind clears out and you remember. “You have to talk with Doyoung, you know him right?” The boy just nods, confused at the sudden hit of reality on his dream. “Talk to him about me. I have to go now” You say realizing a shiny light coming inside the room.

“Will you come back?” Jaehyun says, raising his arm in your direction. “Sure” You say running towards the frame you just created as fast as you possibly can. You end up succeeding, exiting the weird dream fastly.

You wake up on your bed, confused and feeling really weird. You touch your lips with your fingertips, remembering the feeling of Jaehyun’s lips on yours. That's the weird thing about dreams, they are impossible in real life, but they feel just too real.

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Doyoung wakes up, after a while, thinking about how much time you need to succeed at your mission. He's getting anxious, impatient. He just wants to know if this shit is real, he wants to know more about you. What was it on you that made him feel this way? He barely knew you.

He couldn't wait any longer sitting there, like an idiot, he had to find answers. So he got dressed up and walked his way to the boy’s dorm, looking for him anxiously. He finally entered the bedroom, looking at the half-waken boy.

“Hey, Jaehyun, did you sleep well?” Doyoung says sitting on the limit of Jaehyun’s bed. “Um, yeah, I had a pretty weird dream, I was gonna tell you about it” the boy says, in a sleepy tone. “Really?” Doyoung asks intrigued.

“Yes, so okay, I was in this giant palace, and I was the prince, waiting for the princess, and she arrived, a little bit late. But the way she looked, it was enough to forgive her for being late, to even forget she was late. And then I asked her to dance with me, and the way our bodies moved with the music, was just magical” He started explaining, completely immersed in the story.

“You both danced, cool” Doyoung says in a totally uncool tone. “Yes, and when the song finished, I grabbed her face and kissed her. I´m not lying dude, It was the best kiss I ever had in my life, even if it wasn't real” The boy was looking at the ceiling, replaying the dream on his head. “Oh, you guys kissed” Doyoung says, clenching his jaw, in a jealous expression.

“Yes, but she was shocked, I guess she didn't really expect that. And then she asked me if I knew you, which was weird. And she told me to tell you about the dream, that's why I’m, you know, telling you” He says, finally looking at Doyoung’s angry expression. “How did she look like?” Doyoung asks, angry, pissed off, about to explode. “Dude, like a fucking angel, I´m not even kidding” Jaehyun just says making Doyoung get up from the bed and leave the room slaming the door angrily.

She is just playing with me or what? he thinks to himself before stopping abruptly. “What am I even thinking about? I don't even know her, I can't react like this” He keeps repeating this like a mantra all day long, trying to convince himself of those words.

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mjjicons · 3 years

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apparently i’m an attorney right now

hey guys

this bitch right here

@deborahdeshoftim5779 i can’t even write her username without copying and pasting it but there we go

she’s trying you guyssss she’s really trying to come for michael

maybe inside her basement......no bathing for days... we know quarantine right.. people get crazy

so here i am responding to the “EVIDENCE THAT MICHAEL JACKSON MOLESTED CHILDREN” because.... i don’t know why tho

but this bitch challenged me and virgos love a challenge

we do love a challenge.. so

RESPONDING TO DEBORAH BLAH BLAH BLAH ABOUT HER BULLSHIT AND MICHAEL JACKSON OBSESSION

Michael Jackson slept in bed with other people’s children. Everyone, including @mjjicons, knows this is inappropriate and unacceptable. The majority of sexual abuse accusations against Michael Jackson have stemmed from the fact that he slept in bed with other people’s children. This is one of the clear reasons why parents do not allow their children to sleep in bed with adult strangers, and @mjjicons knows this very well.

this one is actually so shitty that i can’t even lol i highlighted the most important part on this.. this is actually not true

with a simple google search we can type in like “michael jackson accusations timeline” (i don’t have to do that because i actually know every single one of them but for proof purposes)

safechuck said he met michael in 1986 in a pepsi commercial set and of course, he said that michael asked him to sleep with him as seen in here:

alright! let’s do some research then

1986... what a year you guys! what a year!

here we have a great year review on the detail. (a youtube channel that i love so so so so so so so so much). and as we all know, 1986 was really important for michael jackson’s career overall, because that was the year when he wrote his (amazing) record called BAD!! kinda reclused. and of course he had the time to be the humanitarian he was:

also i can refute your “evidence number two” that michael only cared about pre-pubescent boys.. here’s our girl donna having a blast with my baby and bubbles.

also, safechuck said that he gave him the thriller jacket in the meeting.......but that’s actually a lie

because that jacket is with..... lady gaga! because it never was in safechuck’s hands. it was sold for her in a auction.

let’s go forward, shall we?

back to 86. allegations say that michael asked safechuck to sleep with him in the same bed in a trip to hawaii! of course if michael jackson was in hawaii in 1986 we would have some candids.

let’s do our research once again. he was never in hawaii in 86.... 87... no... here we go, 88, with safechuck and his family:

this was in february 1, 1988, at the kahala hilton hotel - hawaii. found it. also, this was the day of “moonwalk - the autobiography” release!

here he is with everyone! and our buddy alan light actually met him at the time:

as alan said, his team was with him too, of course. digging more information we can see it was a business trip and he brought his “friends” with him (fake bitchessss) as always. the first accusations, however, were made to the LAPD in 1993. james was with his whole family in there, fans around, team around, everyone. the only evidence is safechuck’s word, that as we saw before we can’t trust that much. i will explain why in a bit. michael had no time to bullshit in 1988, because this was the year of his american leg of the bad tour, and of course, shooting every single video from the bad era. iconic! he was in japan also in january-february as seen on his year review.

unfortunately i don’t have his hotel files from this time to see how many rooms he booked, but as a fan i can say that when michael did stay in hotels, it was common for him to book the whole hallway. (please read j. randy taraborrelli’s book if interested). same bed huh.......i don’t think so too

michael was diagnosed with vitiligo at the time, and his self-esteem wasn’t 100% (for his whole life actually) so i doubt he would let anyone in his room. also, his addiction to medication was also at the beggining. he was working so much as you can see. wait a minute. i have to eat my breakfast.

back at it.

about sleeping with children in the same bed in other occasions:

with the allegations made firstly in 1993, michael had to explain himself about every situation envolving himself and kids around him. he wasn’t a men of interviews, but on the topic, michael always said he never was alone with little boys in a bedroom. there always was someone when he did watch movies with his friends, including liz taylor, in any room (neverland had a whole movie theater there) and if falling asleep was the case, he mostly laid down on the floor. and he didn’t sleep a lot either. he couldn’t.

about sharing a bed tho, it happened! i’m not saying this never happened, brett barnes said it happened, in opposite sides, no touching. it happened, yes, and this is something not common between you and someone that isn’t your own kid. but it doesn’t mean that michael took off his clothes and had sex with a minor. not only a minor, but small boys. when someone is accused of pedophilia this is obviously a red flag, but those red flags were investigated by the FBI and local police (LAPD). if michael did it with a little boy, his DNA, sperm, skin would be all over them. the abuse would be clear. a kid doesn’t have body structure to handle abuse and heal fast enough. those are little kids. the brain development and body development aren’t enough to hide such a thing. if michael did it, he would be arrested FOR LIFE. oh yes he would. because no one besides his fans were there for him when shit got bad. people wanted his head in a plate with a tomato in his mouth.

on a side note i don’t know why people think michael was someone that always had time to keep little boys around him and sleeping around with them...........he worked his ass off EVERY SINGLE YEAR OF HIS ACTIVE CAREER LIFE. years and years on tour, no privacy, no free time, no real friends, no real family, no one.........

2. The vast majority of “special friends” were pre-pubescent boys, who Jackson dumped once they hit puberty. Joy Robson testified to this in 2005, saying that she told June Chandler this would happen to her son as well. Joy Robson admitted in court that the dumping had a serious mental effect on the boys, as they were no longer the favourite.

this is the biggest lie ever. i can’t even. about “the vast majority of michael’s friends being pre-pubescent boys” i won’t even post pictures of him and little girls because this is actually.........sick.............you are just a google search away... don’t be a lazy bitch.

this dumping thing is so sad to read because it portraits kids as literal objects. and this is actually a lie too. michael mantained contact with people for years, like macaulay, the cascio family (including all the kids), omer, his nephews, tata vega..... so many people, so many children. the female-chandler had jordan and his sister as kids, and in the years that michael related with them he was at family barbecues with the chandlers (and the press even called them his new family) because he was always around EVERYONE.

the 2005 trial was the only one actually dumped in all of this because there was no evidence against michael. and 2005 is actually a really important year for all of us, because it was the year of the innocent veredict. and wade robson was a witness in this trial. ON MICHAEL’S FAVOUR. if joy robson warned june about this in this trial WHY WOULD HER KID TESTIFY IN A ALLEGED PEDOPHILE’S SIDE??????????

this makes no sense. and also, the clownery was way too much. in the book “untouchable” by randall sullivan (i do not know if this is the english title because i am brazilian and here this is the title for the book, i just translated it. but you can find it everywhere) the author describes how the prosecution tried too hard to accuse michael. they were always catching “witnesses” - even a man that said michael molested him in the 80′s, but when asked about the dates, time, what happened, the court found michael wasn’t even in the place the man said he was at the time. but they demanded michael to testify on court anyway - to talk about a child he never met in a day he was at a event - with pictures and shit. a solid alibi. it was ignored. the witch hunt was big and they were ready to put michael in handcuffs WHENEVER THEY COULD. they just needed something. and this something never came.

if you are good enough to get all “your evidence” together, don’t be lazy to check facts. as i said before, it’s a google search away.

about joy robson, this bitch is bipolar or.. idk. because she was thriving in 2013 liking posts about michael and how good he was.

2013 was also the year wade filled his allegations against michael. because wade realized that michael actually did the wrong to him in 2012. before that, as a grown ass man, in the ‘05 trial, he didn’t. but in 2012 oh boy we are here just realizing things.

in 2009, michael’s passing, the estate released the michael jackson opus, a big book of memories and good stuff. wade was there too and made a beautiful statement, as follows:

“Michael Jackson changed the world and, more personally, my life forever. He is the reason I dance, the reason I make music, and one of the main reasons I believe in the pure goodness of human kind.”

and after that, wade wanted to be on charge of all the tributes related to michael in tv shows and awards. that’s pretty big right......to work in the name of your “abuser”.......

now you answer me: how did joy robson warned june chandler about anything if she, herself, said that wade didn’t show a single sign that he was abused by michael? she even said michael coached him to be “a master of deception” and that “wade should have won an oscar for lying that good for her” on court (2013) and that she was lied to so good that she never believed anything.... but warned chandler’s mom about “dumping”? what dumping?

if wade was dumped and really sad about it.....why would he want to lead shit about michael after he died? if your molester died....you should cheer up....

just a side note: joy said in leaving neverland that when michael died she was so relieved and danced around BUT HOW IF HER SON JUST WROTE A WHOLE LOVE LETTER TO MICHAEL JACKSON IN HIS MEMORIAL

is it crack? is it? what you smoke? following up..

3. Michael Jackson’s “special friends” include: Emmanuel Lewis (Brooke Shields said in 1984 that it looked like the pop star was dating the boy, rather than her), Jonathan Spence (Jackson owned a naked photograph of him), James Safechuck, Brett Barnes (Jackson is on video pretending this boy is his cousin), Macaulay Culkin, Wade Robson, Jordan Chandler, Jason Francia, Arnold Schleiter, Sean Lennon (Mark Ronson said that Jackson watched pornography with both of them in a hotel room), Omer Bhatti (whom Jackson met in a Tunisian hotel, and pretended the boy was his son), David Martinez, Gavin Arvizo, Michael Jacobshagen, and his nephews (whom the police suspected him of molesting, and with whom he took an inappropriate photo shoot for Star Magazine).

“brooke shields said in 1984 that blahblagabal” when where WHERE bitch where

i think people don’t actually answer your allegations because it is so DUMB that no one wants to waste their time with you. like......why am i doing this

i am just on #3 and i’m so tired because THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT IT are you wade robson in a fake account? just take off your mask

just

why

if you have this brooke shields line please show me???? i would like to see it

michael didn’t meet omer in a tunisian hotel, he actually met him because he was in a contest for michael jackson impersonators.......and he loves him, and pia, his mom, is so grateful for everything michael done for their family WHY AM I RESPONDING TO THIS i am so frustrated

4. Joy Robson also testified in 2005 that Jackson had called her up in the middle of the night in December 1993, asking that Wade Robson be brought to his bedroom. She admitted that she went back home, after leaving her son with Jackson. For context, Jackson was under investigation for child sexual abuse of Jordan Chandler at the time

she actually didn’t because she wasn’t a witness on court at the time. wade was. she wasn’t. as i showed before. next.

actually i’m tired because all of this is so dumb and i am wasting my time........ let’s just jump to the final shit.

We have good reason to believe that Jackson molested other boys not named above. For example, who was the boy whose semi-nude photograph was found inside Jackson’s bedroom in August 1993?

they never found anything in ‘93 because if they did michael would be arrested...............

Who filed a Restraining Order against Jackson back in the 80′s, and who reported this to the FBI?

no one filed a restraining order against michael back in 80′s. there is no such evidence. the fbi files are public and you can access them and read everything.

Who were the two Mexican boys that Jackson was accused of molesting back in 1985-1986?

michael didn’t have contact with any mexican people between ‘85 and ‘86 as i said before, in his year review, and in ‘85 he was never seen with any mexican boys because he was working in USA for africa, we are the world and captain EO. nothing michael did was away from the public eye.

Who were the other boys that slept in Jackson’s bedroom, according to a security guard? Who were the boys/men whose DNA was found in semen stains on Jackson’s mattress in November 2003? Who was the “Rhonda” who sent Jackson a picture book of naked boys, because she said Jackson might like them? What did Norma Staikos know about Jackson’s predilection for pre-pubescent boys? Who was the boy that Darlene Craviotto saw Jackson alone with in 1991 (reported in her book)?

norma staikos was his personal assistant at the time and wade said she knew about “what was going on” and was someone that arranged all the “sexual meetings” as said on court right here, but this meeting mentioned by wade on court was actually arranged BY HIS OWN MOTHER!

and the book by darlene craviotto never mentioned anything sexual between michael and boys, actually it’s a kind book about how michael helped her with her agoraphobia................

WOW THAT WAS LONG AND I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW

the rest of your evidence isn’t worth the read or the research because i’m not the one who should be doing this, debora, it should be you. just google it. or show something more credible, maybe actual proof? pictures? videos? audiotapes? where are they?

why am i here tho?

fuck you bitch

#michael jackson #michael #jackson #mjinnocent

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writingideasblog · 3 years

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CHAPTER IV CAMP EDEN

THIRD PERSONS P.O.V*

Monty and Olivia followed the two foxes into unkown territory. The teenagers were exhausted and shacken up. They walked into ,,Camp Eden" and looked around for someone to help them.

The camp was split by five sectors. The path leading to the place is decorated with colourful rocks. Along side the path are growing mysterious fruit bushes and flowers. The path lead to a big building that was definitely sticking out.

-"Wow..what is this place?" I turned to face my best friend. She didn't answer me but I could see that she was as amazed and confused as I was." Maybe we should knock on the door of this big building?"

-"I have a bad feeling about this place."

-"Mee too but we need shelter"

-"Yeah,you're right we should knock on the door but I'm still not sure about this place being safe."

We were about to knock but someone stopped us.

-"Who are you? What are you looking for here?" Said the unknown figure.

Olivia jumped in front of me with her arms spread in hopes of stopping him from hurting me and protected me from the person in front of us. She growled at him.

-"First of all if you dare to hurt him or me,I will make sure you will not make it out in one piece."

-"Oh gods calm down I'm not going to hurt you haha. My name is Adross; I'm a god of home. Are you looking for shelter?"

-"You're a who?" We asked at the same time.

-"A god of home. Follow me I will show you around the place and provide you with shelter."

Adross knocked on the door and walked in. He stopped in the doorway and looked at us and waved to show to follow him. We did. Olivia still was walking in front of me. She kind of impressed me, usually I was the protective one. We walked in the room,it was massive. The ceiling was decorated with paintings. There were thrones standing against a wall. All of them were differently shaped and they also were painted in different colours. I noticed that the floor under thrones was coloured differently as if there were four sections. In the blue section were standing 7 thrones,in the red there were 5 thrones,in the yellow were 6. The brown section was sticking out a little bit not only there were only 3 thrones as well as there was a path leading to the middle of the room,where a big throne was standing.

-"Welcome to the Eden! This is where all of us meet and talk."

-"Wait there's more of you?" I asked in confusion

-"Well...yes as you can see all of these thrones belong to us."

-"Oh yeah...you're right."

-"Monty could you be even more awkward?"

-"Oh shush Liv, this is a new situation for me as well as for you."

Another figure walked into the big room.

-"Adross,who are those kids?" The tall figure asked

-"Uhh..this is uhh.."

-"Monty."

-"Yes that's Monty and this isss..."

-"Olivia."

-"They are looking for a shelter."

The tall god sat down

-"Come closer, can you use swords?"

-"What no,why would we know how to use swords." I responded confused

-"I kinda know how to but i'm a horrible fighter."

-"Then how did you even survive?"

After explaining who are we and from where did we come from,I asked a question that was sitting in my head since we found ourself in the forest.

-"Where exactly are we?"

-"Welcome to Nocleanos. We are on an island called Gandaraa. This island is split by four sections the same as this camp.

Right now we are in Vasera,this whole section is just a big forest and this is place is ruled by a blue section named after one of four powerfull gods.

Muemis is the hope. He is the god of the Afterlife.He made his kids from souls of dead mortals. He is the ruler of Vasera

Baella is the sun. The goddess of the Begginings. She rules the section called Ozes. Her kids were born through a supernova explosion.

Eias is the end. The god of endings. He is also my father. The ruler of Deos,where a powerful beast Behemoth lives. He made me and my siblings out of the worst nightmares. He is the creator of all the evil creatures.

Vuraura is the Underground. She is the goddess of Chaos. She is the most powerful goddess. Her kids were born by a single snap of her fingers. She rules Helluri.."

-"What...why is there so many sections? Also are you okay?"

-"Liv,behave please.What's your name again?"

-"My name is Vaius. I'm the god of the land."

-"Annnd how many siblings do you have?"

-"Three.Shujun,the god of funerals. Zuuna,the goddess of torture,Aselia,the goddess of revenge."

-"Should I give them a phone number to my therapist?" Olivia whispered into my ear almost making me laugh.

I looked in the direction where Adross was standing and hoped for him to understand that we want to leave this building as fast as possible. He happily unserstood.

-"Alrighty it's time for us to go now. You told them enough and probably metally scarred them for life dude."

We started walking away but Vaius obviously wasn't done talking.

-"Before you go,take this map with you."

-"Was this drawn and written by a toddler?"

-"Olivia please.."

-"Sorry. What is this language?"

-"It's Vammoe,you may walk away now."

-"Thank you,finally."Olivia whispered the last part.

We finally left the building I was still giggling about how rude my best friend was to the God of the land himself. I asked Liv to show me the map. She was right,it did look like a toddler drew this.Adross showed us a little hut where we will spend the night. It was quite cosy, there was only problem,there was only one bed.

-"Dude no..."I cringed at his comment

-"Oh come on man,he's like a brother to me."

-"Ooppsie,okay see you guys tomorrow I guess."

He left the hut slamming the doors behind him. I heard Olivia sigh behind me. We shared a bed before but he made it so awkward that I decided to sleep on the floor instead.

-"What are you doing? Get up here,we shared a bed so many times before."

-"I know but I don't want him to think that we're a thing,you know?"

-"Yeah I know,I understand. Can I ask you something?"

-"Yeah sure,go ahead." I said while tucking myself into surprisingly comfy bed.

-"You have to promise me that you won't be mad at me."

-"I promise."

-"Soo I may or may not overheard your conversation with Jay yesterday. She called you Munchkin? Also were you crying?"

-"Oh boy here we go. Yes she did call me that and yes I was crying."

I told Olivia about everything that happened yesterday. About the picture frame,about Jay and how I feel towards her. I expected Liv to make fun of me but instead she gave me hug and apologised again before drifting off to sleep.

The next day we were woken up by a knock on the door. We slowly got out of bed before the door opened revealing a young women standing on the other side. She told introduced herself to us.

-"Good morning! My name is Amhena."

-"Good morning. Let me guess you are also a goddess?"

-"Yes just like everyone here. I'm a goddess of youth.Anyways my brother Adross sent me here to wake up and lead you to our eating area." The young woman looked at us and added "Oh don't worry I will give you some time to get ready and them we will go."

-"Okay well give us five minutes."

She nodded and gently closed the door.

-"How many gods are gonna be there?"I asked with a slight fear in my voice.

-"Oh don't worry only five. I suppose you already met Vaius and Adross. So you will meet Druris and Garrdes."

-"How many of you is in this camp?"

-"For now only five but there are forty of us."

-"Forty?!" I yelled out in fear.

-"Why is there only five of you here?"

Olivia put a hand on my shoulder in hopes of calming me down and asked Amhena.

-"The rest of us are currently visting their children on the Earth."

We sat down and introduced ourself to the gods we haven't met yet. Druris was a goddess of stars she had snow white hair. Her whole appearance really suited the fact that she was a goddess of the stars.We also met Garrdes who was a god of dreams.He had light blue and short hair,and white eyes which really freaked me out.

After we were done with our breakfast I decided to go back to our hut to take a quick shower. Olivia stayed with the Gods. Honestly I thought that she would also come back to our hut,but oh well at least I had some privacy.

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V*

-"Is there a chance for us to comeback to our normal world?"

I was hopeless that I would ever see my friends ever again. Obviously I didn't want to show Monty how afraid I really am. I just wanted to comeback home and worry about my future in my room. The fact that I may never get adopted scared me,the truth is people don't want to adopt teenagers,apparently we aren't trust worthy and we might steal something and run away. Even if I was about to get adopted I would fear that I will never see Monty ever again. God I hate being an orphan.

-"Uhhh...yes there is but It's very dangerous and no at the same time. You see everyone who crosses the border of the Camp is considered a member so every now and then you would have to comeback." Druris looked at me with worry hiding behind his eyes.

-"Wait what do you mean by that? We will have to comeback every few weeks,months or years? Also why is leaving this place dangerous?"

-"Well,first of all you would have to come here every time your necklace starts to shine. Second of all the only way of leaving Nocleanos is by drinking out of a pond in a cave in so called Forsaken Forest."

-"Wait...what necklace?"

I looked at the Gods sitting in front of me. All of them didn't look at me but at Adross. Oh boy now what.

-"Adross,buddy did you give them necklaces? You know that they can't enter the Camp again right?" Druris said with a slight hope in her voice "You know that right?"

-"Well you see..I didn't really have a chance to give them to our guests."

-"You gotta be kdding me. My brother is an idiot." Said Garrdes while massaging his temples "Here you go, one for you and the other one for your friend. Tell him what we told you."

I walked away and went towards our hut. After I told Monty about everything they told me he just looked at me,confused almost as if I told him about the fact that we share 50% of our D.N.A with bananas. Man I'm craving bananas now

*MONTY'S P.O.V*

-"Okay,so even though we are able to leave by drinking out of some sort of pond in cave,we will have to comeback here somehow everytime this thing starts to shine. Great." I carefully examined the necklace. It was some sort of rock on a string. I wonder if it actually shines since crystals and rocks usually reflect light and not create a light. Maybe it was the diamond Rihanna was singing about.

-"I mean if can't be that dangerous to leave right?" Olivia looked at me and I already knew I'm gonna piss her off.

-"Liv,you almost died because you fell down the stairs,and you have the audacity to say that going into another forest that everyone here calls "The Forsaken Forest" and finding a cave that surely has some sort of creepy name and drinking out of a goddamn pond can't be that dangerous?. Wow brave."

I made eye contact with my best friend and I knew she was gonna suffocate me with a pillow tonight. Oh well I probably deserve this. We decided to look around the camp. We talked about our friends and wondered if they even noticed our absence.We needed to comeback home as quickly as possible

#own content #wattpad #Gods of Nocleanos #writing

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fipindustries · 3 years

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list of comics i made so far

i already shared the list of all the novels i tried to write throughout my llife so i see no reason why not to do the same with the comics i tried to work on. no i should clarify, with my lists of novels there was a clear cut distinction between what was a novel and a short story so to parse one from the other was an easy task. it should be known that i wrote hundreds of shorts stories that i havent shared with anyone. now a similar situation occurs with my comics, i have done hundreds upon hundreds of little comics, short jokes, little skits and short lived strips through my life, so in order to give this list some weight and not make it longer than the bible the criteria i used was that it had to be something i did on a regular basis or that tells a self contained story with a beggining middle and end.

now without further ado, lets begin!

spike Vanderville (age 7)

you can tell i was way more into comics than i was into novels from a young age. done with pen and folded paper, it was the story about a young kid called spike, whose design was heavily inspired by bradley from sticking around, who had magical powers which allowed him to manipulate reality. it was a mix of harry potter and a series of illustrates short stories that came in a magazine in argentina. his best friend was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head that he had brought to life, his archnemesis was a fat bully.

curiously enough i was so passionate about this project even though i had no idea what i was doing and no talent that i actually did like three full colored issues of it. my family was really proud of me. sadly those comics are completly lost to time

andrew and the monkey (age 10)

this was the classical story about a boy and his best friend the talking animal. one page comedy strips done in pen and paper. nothing too clever, just a way for me to try lame jokes mostly stolen from spongebob squarepants. not much else to it. i tried to do like a revamp in 2014 but it was short lived, as you can see the jokes didnt get any less lame

FIP industries (age 17)

mostly done in digital. yes as you can see fip is something that has followed me my whole life in quite the variety of mediums. there were as a matter of fact multiple attempts to make this comic a real thing but time and again they would peter off as i saw that my skill was just not up to the task. i think i have talked more than enough about fip industries on this blog, one interesting thing is that if you follow the link you will come across a lot of proto ideas that i had before they cemented and took their definite shape in the novel (and even after the novel i kept retconning and retooling things over and over again, fip industries is an ongoing thing that will probably last my entire lifetime)

Disregarding Reality I (age 20)

the first iteration of disregarding reality, a humorous strip done in pencil and paper, a fairly short lived affair, lasting no more than 3 months. the entire premise of the comic was an MRA activist and a feminist live together, they are friends, they argue a lot. remember 2013 guys? back when this whole politics bullshit truly kicked off online? this was before gamer gate, mind you. but by that point i had seen more than enough of it on tumblr and i was like “someone should do some scathing commentary with wit and penache” and that someone had to be me. mainly inspired by commics like f@nboys and el goonish hive and a thousand billion others that were so popular back in those halcyon days.

i got bored of it pretty quickly and it wouldnt be until three years later than i would finally decide to re-start the project but until then...

Strangers in the forest (age 21)

here comes a rather productive era in my ouvre, ink and paper, based on a short story i wrote, its about an eldritch monster pretending to be human and a ghost girl, killed by her father. they have a dispute because the monster wants to eat the corpse of the girl but the ghost doesnt want to give up her bones because its the one thing that tethers her to the mortal plane. they eventually resolve their dispute. by this point i was actually, unironically trying my best to do comics which i felt looked professional.

Song of a nightmare (age 21)

another one based on a short story i wrote. ink and paper, a private detective wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a mermaid lying in bed next to him. he spends most of the comic trying to figure out how the hell is this possible. still one of my favourite ones and certainly one of my family’s and friends favourites as well. a rather poetic tale, strongly inspired by argentinian fiction and their propensity towards magical realism, i was reading a lot of cortazar back then.

Aika (age 21)

as you can tell i was on a fucking roll that year. ink and paper, this was a story based upon a simple and basic idea that i had in my mind for years and years. i always liked the concept behind the movie “the kid” where bruce willis mysteriously comes across himself as a kid. so of course one day i came up with the idea, what if you recieved a visit from your future self... but she was a woman?

this is probably the most aggresively trans story i ever wrote in my life, it is literally about a guy realizing they are trans and breaking down over it. here is the giant kicker, i did not realize at all what i was doing. i was completly unaware of what was going on here, i was still deep deep in the closet and not even realizing i was there. it really is astounding the honesty and the rawness with which i wrote this comic and it went all over my head. a perfect example of “im such a great ally lol”

oh also there is time travel i guess. my main impetus (beyond whatever my subconcious was forcing me to do) was my desire to make a complete clusterfuck of a story, i was a huge fan of homestuck, i had read fleek and demon, i wanted to do my own take on a hypercomplicated time travel puzzle plot. other things came out on top of it but i didnt noticed them. fucking hilarious

Hello Agatha (age 21)

a comedic strip about a wacky pixie dream girl having wacky adventures with her wacky friends, one of which is a man with a toilet for a head. what a gut buster, what a knee slapper!

there is not much to say about this one, wacky surreal comedy was always my favourite and so time and again i would try my hand at it but it is surprisingly hard to do!

The /co/ ventures! (age 20 - age25)

an ongoing project done in multiple mediums. i think i said more than enough about this in here and here. it was me practiscing comics, practiscing my humor and adding my tiny grain of sand to the 4chan culture. i am proud to say these comics were actually very well liked there and that i would be recognized without a name or signature of any kind, just on the strength of my style.

the vest kind of madness (age 22)

probably one of the projects in which i put the biggest amount of effort to make it look professional. traditional inks and digital colors. a crossover that i cant believe never happened in comics considering how obvious it is. Rac Shade, the changing man and delirium of the endless, the two flagship vertigo characters associated with madness. clearly a match made in heaven.

to this day im flabbergasted i seem to be the only one to think of this.

Disregarding Reality II (age 23)

another work where i have already spilled rivers of bytes explaining my thought process behind it. after having a no good, terrible, very bad day, finding my self aimless and without purpose, deep in denial and depression, i decided to give my self a big project to have something to get me out of bed every day. these three guys came from the depths of my mind to save me.

this time leaning a lot more on silly humor and surrealism than political commentary, still insanely proud of how much i managed to make this last, almost three years, well over 200 pages! and in here i found the inspiration and the creative energy to tackle all sorts of diverse projects of which we are about to see all about.

Mama Bird (age 24)

my masterpiece.

by far the best comic i ever did. a kid with a bird for a mom. hilarious, touching, heartbreaking. it was a concept that i had come up with when i was 21. back then it was supposed to be exclusively a humorous comic strip but then i found a dramatic angle for the story and that was when everything clicked into place. that was when i realized this was a comic i had to do. and i did it. it took me five months but it was well worth it. still insanely proud of this one

Soft boys (age 25)

a weird experimental little story where i decided to sit down and deconstruct one of the most popular superpowers. super elasticity. more akin to me just mashing my toys against each other than me trying to tell a serious story. i am actually really happy with some of the art here and some of the sequences presented. particularly the final one where a brick joke twenty pages in the making finally pays off.

Hexen Snatch (age 25)

a semi spinoff to my novel FIP industries, we focus on a side character that managed to survive after the events of the novel and how they’ll manage to survive further beyond that. insanely soaked by the magical world of pact by widbow i wanted desperatly to share my own take on magic, every page is accompanied by a little text where i expand upon the lore and the way magic is supposed to work on this world. i really like the prose on those snippets and the ideas they work almost more that the comic itself with which i was not happy at all when i was working on it. i didnt like the character design, i didnt like how the art in general was coming out, i didnt like the pacing of the story or how superficially we were getting to expore this world in the comic proper. i had to take a very long hiatus just to accumulate the will to finish the comic and once i did i feel it really petered off without much of a satisfying payoff.

on some level i blame the exhaustion and frustration that i came out of this comic with for the fact that i ended up quitting disregarding reality soon afterwards.

Maxplosive (age 26)

another project that has followed me across multiple mediums. came up with an idea for a videogame back in 2015. saved it on the back pocket for a while, used it as a story within a story on my novel fan.tastic, practisced a couple of animations with the characters and eventually decided that, if my skills at videogame making were not enough, i had at least more than poven myself as a comic artist so maybe that was the definitive medium in which this idea would have to exist.

the original idea was to tell the story in two parts, the first half would introduce the character and the videogame as if the comic was a playthrough of the game. all fun and childlike and innocent. then the second half was meant to explore the life of the main character as an adult, how being “a videogame protagonist” had ruined her body, her mental health and her life. i tried all sorts of weird stuff with the format here, using reciclable assets, static camera angles and generally presenting the whole thing as if it was a videogame.

sadly the project got too big for my breaches, i was fucking exhausted back then, swamped with a bunch of other projects, my job, other responsabilities, unsatisfied with the story and with no idea where to take it. eventually i got tired, decided to skip a day, then the day became a week and then the week became a month and by then i had to face the facts, i was just no longer able to continue the comic. and so i quit not only maxplosive but disregarding reality all together.

i still did the occasional comic here and then but it wouldnt be until the very end of 20-fucking-20 that i was finally inspired to tackle a new project, my newest one, my last one....

Lapsarian (age 27)

an interesting experiment, i decided to do the whole comic in one sit and then post it chapter by chapter on a weekly basis. a surprising result of this was that i managed to do in one month the same amoung of pages that would have taken me 5 months back when i started disregarding reality, is good to see that after al this time i still got it.

took me a while to get the hang of it again and find my own style once more but once i armed up it was smooth sailing for 40 pages all the way to the end. but what is this comic even about?

its... weird, with full disclosure and no shame, it is mostly a fetish story about big lizard creatures commiting vore. the milkman had already shown me that i could do those types of stories and no lighting would come from the heavens to strike me down so i said, why not as a comic? i like to think that beyond the fetish content it is still a decent story in its own right, an interesting feedback that i got from this is that people are suprised how earnest it is, one saying something like “this is the best pitch for a fetish that i was never interested in”

Conclussion:

looking back on this im surprised, turns out i was a lot more prolific and working a lot more regularly than i expected, in here are documented ten years of creative output that never seems to wane. it was fun to do the roundabout trip and see how my style, my technice and generally my work ethic evolved through the years. another nice thing to see is the multiple formats, the multiple tools and mediums i experimented with, i find myself constantly trying new things, new methods, new angles, new interesting ideas for how to make a comic (without even getting into what to make a comic about).

something i always knew about myself was that drawing is a fundamental part of who i am, it is something that just cant be taken away from me and that will always be a part of my life one way or the other, is good to see it so plainly, in black and white, on this list. here goes for what i might be able to do in the future

#art #writing #fip living life

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star-mum · 4 years

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LIVE REACTION TO NIGHTMARE TIME EP 1

Idk if anyone would even be interested in reading this but as I was watching the show last night I kept writing down my reactions on my notes so here we are

*this is all in caps idk why just roll with it*

THE OPENING SONG IS SUCH A BOP OMG NICK LANG HIMSELF ?????? MONSTER FUCKER RIGHTS ???? HIDGENS ENTRANCE HOW ICONIC "LUCY IS HAVING NONE OF IT" I LOVE THAT OMG JOEY PLAYING KONK (?) IS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT THE BEGGINING IS JUST TARZAN FANFIC SKSKSKSKS MARIAH IS TEXTING JOHN (?) AND HES LAUGHING SM WE LOVE A COMEDY QUEEN I LOVE THEM USING THE ZOOM BACKGROUNDS SKSKSKS KONK IS AWFULLY CLOSE TO COCK AND I THINK ITS ON PURPOSE ?? SPECIALLY WITH THE LAG I HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE SOMETIMES SKSKSKS SOMEONE JUST SAID "TED'S ORIGIN STORY" ON CHAT AND I LOST IT !!!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE ???? HANDSOME LADY ? I MEAN SURE TIGHT JOHN IS LOSING IT FUCK MAN, SAME CURT OMG THAT ACCENT OOOOOOOOHHHH BOY I KNEW IT WAS HER FIANCEE SHIIIIT WE CANNOT TRUST HIM I KNOW THIS !!! "ENTAGLED" SKSKS WHAT SIR HES GAY CHILL OUT WHATS THE YEAR, IT FEELS SO OLD TIMEY "I'D SAY YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR THIS APEMAN" OOOOOOOHHHH DONT U SAY JONATHAN IS A PUSSY BITCH I CAN TELL LUCY JUST DROP IT OH SHE ACTUALLY DID ????? FUCK IT UP BABE

(I JUST ACIDENTALY DELETE HALF OF WHAT I WROTE SHIT, ILL HAVE TO REWRITE IT FROM MEMORY) WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE TRICKING US??? THEY CALLED IT, WHAAAAAAAAT WDYM "PLAY THE PROFESSOR" IS HE NOT A PROFESSOR WHAT ALTERNATE REALITY IS THIS I NEED TO KNOW

ARE THEY GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM WHAT??? SINGING LONDON BRIDGE WHILE CHASING SOMEONE IS MY FAV SCARY TROP HAHAHHA YEEEEESSS "TOOK OFF WDYM" GIRL HE IS HOLDING A GUN WHAT DO YOU THINK "WDYM" WHY DID HE KEEP THE KONK ACT AFTER LUCY LEFT SKSKSKSKS TED WTF SKSKSKS "I DO SOME OF MY BEST THINKING WHEN IM ERECT" HAHAHAHA TED LIKES TO BE A HIMBO THATS GREAT IS HE GOING TO KILL TED ?? AAAAAAAHHHHHH TED HE HAS A GUN PLZ DONT TEST HIM HE HAS ALREADY KILLED A MAN OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK RECAST???? WHO IS TAKING TED'S ROLE ????? OH SO ITS NOT OLD TIMEY AFTER ALL RED SOMETHING???? OH TED'S GONNA PROPOSE IS SHE GONNA SAY NO? SHES GONNA SAY NO RIGHT ? FUUUUUUUUCK HAHAHHAHA WHY IS HE NAKED ??? JAHAHHAHA WHAT WHAT IS HAPPENING TED WHAT ? "PROFESSOR SHOULD GO FUCK HIMSELF" HAHAHAHA PORNHUB PREMIUM ACCOUNT HAHAHAH "OOOoooOOoOoOoOoOohhHhhHh BUT IT IS" FUCK NO DONT KILL HER OOOOOOOOOHHHH TED'S DEAD SHIT OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ROBERT'S ACTING IS *CHEF'S KISS* DAMN OH SHIT TED *NOW* TED IS DEAD FUCK HIDGENS IS HERE NOOOOOOOOOOO IS HE GONNA KILL HER ??? OH SHIT OH FUCK LUCY'S CAUGHT IN A BEAR TRAP WHY ARE PPL SAYING WORKING BOYS IN THE CHAT ??? OH THATS WHY !!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH MINE IS A LITTLE BEHIND IS SHE BROKE ??????? OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT HIDGENS GOT PLAYED THATS ON YOU BUDDY OH FUCK HIM UP LUCY ! BECKY BARNES ????? HATCHFIELD LORE ???? WAS SHE RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS HUSBAND IS THAT WHY SHE CLIMBED A TREE APE MAN SHOW UP PLZ WHO IS IT THO ?????? JEFF HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK JESUS CHRIST APE MAN YEEEEAAAHHH WOOLY FOOT ?????? IS IT CHUMBY???? OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH HAHAHA YEEEEAAHHH HOW DID HIDGENS KNOW ????? OH IS IT OVER ?????? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANTED MORE ;-----; THIS WAS SO GOOD THO OOOHHH FUCK ANOTHER MUSIC NUMBER JAMIE YOU LOOK AMAZING !!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR THESE SONGS TO BE AVAILABLR FOR US (IN LIKE 3 YEARS CAUSE IM BROKE SKSKSKSK) HE DANCES THE CAN CAN ?????? OKAY I SKIPPED A BIT TO BE ON TIME WITH EVERYBODY "ARE YOU FUCKKING HIGH????" YEEEEEEEEEAH PART 2 BABEY !!!!! NICK'S HAIR LOOKS AMAZING OMG OH ???????? BILL AND ALICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I MISSED THEM !!!!!!!!! OH THE TEEN ANGST I LOVE BILL SM HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD DEB ????WHY WOULD U HURT BABY ALICE LIKE THIS ???? "I MIGHT NEVER SEE DEB AGAIN" GOD ALICE CHILL OUT LET HER BE A PLAY WRITER BILL CMON "MY BUDDY PAUL" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH BLINKY ??? I DONT TRUST THAT AT ALL FUCK NO JOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHNNNN I DONT TRUST HES CHARACTER THO OOOOHHH LOVE DISCOUNTS I DIDNT LIKE THE WORKER CALLING HER PRINCESS THO, SHES BILL'S DAUGHTER NOT YOURS OOOOOOHHHHHH NO OH NONONONOONO BILL IS GOING TO DIE I JUST KNOW IT BLINKY IS EVIL I CAN FEEL IT ALICE NO NO LITTERING WHORE JAMES !!!!!!!!!! ALICE IS ALSO GOING TO DIE MAYBE RIGHT NOW WHO KNOWS BLNKY WTF SHE IS A MINOR WTF AAAAAH I DONT LIKE IT HERE JAMES ILY BUT THIS CHARACTER IS CREEPY AS SHIT I DONT LIKE IT HAHAHAH TIGHT LOVE THEME PARK STUPID SHIRTS "I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE FUNNY" HAHAHAHAH DROWSY TOWN ? THE CHAT PULLED MY ATTENTION TO THAT BUT I DONT GET WHY ? IS THIS BAD "I'D FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE" THIS IS SUCH A DAD THING TO SAY OH ALICE CMON DONT SAY THAT BILL CUT IT OUT WITH DECIDING YOUR KIDS FUTURE THATS NOT FUN OH GOD I DONT TRUST THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO "AHOY BOYS AND GIRLS" NO NONONONONO UNCLE WILEY FUCK OFF THE SNIGGLES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH "WE'RE THE SNIGGLES DONT BE SCARED" YOU KNOW WHAT SNIGGLES I AM SCARED BUT HELL YEAH SONG TIME OOOOOOOHHH FUCK IT UP JAMES OH ARE THEY GONNA LIKE GIVE THE AUDIENCE A SLEEP INDUCING DRUG OR SOMETHING ??????? "DONT BLINK" AHAHAHA I DONT TRUST THAT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH "GREAT WE'RE DEAD" HAHAHAH THE SONG WAS A BOP THO "WHAT ARE THE SNIGGLES?" GREAT QUESTION ALICE "NOW U KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN I HAD TO SEAT THROUGH DEH" HAHHAHAHA "SEE U IN A SNIG" HAHAHA SNIGGLETTE ???U OKAY BBY??? OOOOOOOOHHH MORE SONGS HELL YEAH I LOVE ANGELA'S VOICE SM THE SNIGGLE PUNS ARE KINDA CONFUSING ME NGL WHY WAS THAT SO SAD OMG OOOOOOOH SHIT OH FUCK THEYRE GONNA KILL HER I JUST KNOW IT OMG "PRAISE THE WATCHER" OH MY GOD PLZ DONT KILL HER "UNTIL HE'S SEEN EVERYTHING" W H A T LAUREN'S VOICE SKSKSK SO CUTE PAPA SNIGGLE I DO NOT TRUST YOU THOSE ARE ALIVE ARENT THEY ????? OH FUCK SNIGGLETTE IS SHE OKAY ????????? "ANGELA R U ALRIGYT" WHAT "SHUT UP JEFF" OH MY GOD I DONT LIKE WHEN THEYRE SELF AWARE SKSKSKSK " U CAN SHUT THE HELL UP LAUREN" HAHAHAHA BILL OMG HE'S SUCH A DAD HAHAHAHAH ALICE IS SO NICE DO THEY NOT KNOW "ARON AROOON" HAHHAHA OH CHURROS I LOVE THOSE THE GIRL SHE DOESNT LIKE ?????? OH NON BINARY RIGHTS LOVE IT "IS THIS A FRIEND OF ZIGS" OH LOVE RESPECTFUL DAD DEB NOT COOL OH ALICE SHIT ALICE BBY IF SHES CHEATING ON YOU THATS NOT ON UR DAD STOP SHITTING ON HIM LIKE THIS "ITS UR MOTHERS FAULT" OH MY GOD HAHAHHAHA GREG AND ALISON ? AND BETH ?? DOES BETH LIKE HER ????OH NOOOOOO GREG NO U SHITTY SON OF A BITCH GOD FUCKING PUNCH HIM OH NO HAHAHA FUCK NO THEYRE ALL POSESSED ARENT THEY THATS THE TEEN FROM THE MOVIE THEATER HAHAHHA "it lagged ;-; now we wait" A MAN IN A HURRY HAHAHAHHA OH SHIT BILL IS MAD IS HE POSESSED TOO ??????? OH SHIT WHATS HAPPENING BLINKY ????????? OH NO OH NO SHES GONNA HAVE A PANIC ATTACK THEYRE GONNA BE FINE RIGTH ??????? RIGHT ???? BREATHING EXERCISES BABY CMON OH NO PLZ DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID BILL NOOOOOOOOOOO BILL PLZ DONT DIE AGAIN I LOVE YOU SM PUT UR SEATBELT BACK ON PLZ NOOOOOOOOO OH THEYRE BOTH GOING TO FALL ARENT THEY OH NO OH MY GOD OH SHIT PHONE IS BROKEN OOPS AWN IM GONNA CRY PLZ LET THEM SURVIVE I BEG YOU NICK LANG OOOOOOOOH TWILIGHT BUT GAY I AM *HERE* FOR IT OOOOOH THANK GOD THEYRE SAFE THANK YOU NICK LANG BILL YOURE SUCH A GOOD DAD OH GOD SHIT ALICE CHILL OUT ITS JUST A PHONE BABE "SHE KNOWS IM WATCHING HER" I DONT TRUST THAT IS *SHE* POSESSED OR IS THIS JUST TEEN ANGST ALICE UR DAD IS TRYING HIS BEST PLZ CUT HIM SOME SLACK OH MARIAH TURNED HER CAMERA OFF OH DEAR GOD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN HAHAH I LOVE LIVE BLOOPS OH MY GOD BLINKY IS TERRIFYING FUCK NO DO NOT GET THAT WIGGLY JUNIOR BILL DONT HOW ??????? OH MARIAH IS BACK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ??????? WHY CANT BILL GET THE MALLET THING DONT TAKE IT YES SMART LAUREN ? SKSKKSS WHAT MADAM IRIS I DO NOT TRUST YOU WHAT ?????? IS THAT ALICE'S PHONE ???? BILL DONT GET SCAMMED OH ITS AN ALL SEEING IPHONE ALICE CHILL PLZ IS HE GONNA DIE ????? PLZ NICK DONT DO THAT ALICE DONT DONT KILL UR DAD 49.95 AGAIN BILL PLZ TRY ANOTHER GAME JAMES DAMN THATS RUTHLESS BILL WHAT AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH IS THAT REAL ???????? IT CANT BE ??????? OH ITS NOT REAL ARE THEY MAKING THEM HATE THEIR FAMILIES AND KILL EACH OTHER ?? A TENDER KISS ON THE CHEEK FROM A DEMON HOW NICE GUYS PLZ JUST GO TO THERAPY I BEG U WHAT ARE U GONNA DO BILL? KICK HER HEAD ??????? (SORRY I HAD TO) BLINKY'S FUNHOUSE THAT SOUNDS WARM AND COMFORTING THIS IS LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF NOT UR SEED FIGHTING IN THE MIRROR PART OF A FUN HOUSE IS ALWAYS A GOOD HORROR MOVIE TROPE OH FUCK ARE THEY GONNA WAKE UP OH FUCK PLZ WAKE UP ESCAPE THIS ALIVE YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH OH SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM ISNT SHE ????? SHES GONNA SHOOT HIM I JUST KNOW IT HES AWAKE SHES NOT IS BLINKY GONNA KILL THEM ?? OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK I KNEW IT OH HELL YEAH ALICE FUCK IT UP ARE THEY GONNA DROW ?? OH NO OKAY DID THEY SURVIVE ???? IS SHARED TRAUMA GONNA SAVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SKSKSKKS THEY SURVIVED !!!!!!!!! THANK YOU NICK LANG (AGAIN) WAIT HOW DID SHE GET HER PHONE BACK ? OH MADAM IRIS DID GIVE HER PHONE BACK AWWNNNNNNNN ALICE THIS ONE HAD A HAPPY ENDING YAY WELL IG THE OTHER DID TOO BUT NOT FOR THE CHARACTERS WE KNEW

THIS WAS SO GOOD I LOVER STAKID !!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WISHED I WASNT BROKE SO I COULD PAY FOR THE NEXT ONES KSKSKSKSK WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU GUYS TO DO YOUR REACTIONS FOR THE NEXT ONES !!!

I HEARD GREG AND IT WAS CRAIG SKSKKSSK OOPS

*from this part on is reactions from after the show when starkid was answering questions from the chat*

YEEAAH VOTE FOR BIDEN HELL YEAH STARKID

"THE WITCH IN THE WEB" WEBBY ???????? DO WE GET TO SEE HANNAH AGAIN ?????

A THEORY ON TUMBLR FROM REDDIT ON A INSTAGRAM ACC ON YT OH MY GOD SKSKSKSKKS

THE STORIES ARE CANON !!!!!!!!! THEORIES LETS GO GANG

STARKID FANS WHO CAN DONATE TO STARKID PLZ DO I WISH I COULD DONATE TO THESE TALENTED PPL G O D

I WAS CORRECT IT WAS KONK WITH A K

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE YES!!!!!! WORKING BOYS !!!!

"NICK LANG IS A BOSS"

MARIAH: SAYS FUCK AS ALICE ALSO MARIAH: GEEKED THE *FREAKED* OUT

TIP JAR HAS BEEN OUT FOR 11 YEARS HELL YEAH

HOW TF DO YOU SPELL ZIGGS BTW

OOOHHH THEYRE FAKE THAT MAKES SENSE OK NOT FAKE COMFIRMED BUT PROBABLY FAKE LETS HOPE DEB DIDNT ACTUALLY CHEAT

"WELL I WAS BORN IN 1989" HAHAHAHA

BECKY CLIMBED WHILE RUNNING FROM HER HUSBAND I FEEL LIKE THATS WHAT THATS ABOUT

OH GOODIE I GET TO WATCH THEM LATER IDK WHEN BUT AT LEAST IK SOMEDAY

BLINKY VS WIGGLY

OH CMON NICK I WANTED TO KNOW ;-;

THIS WAS SO NICE I MISSED THEM ;-;

#starkid #team starkid #nightmare time #zoom #starkid show #blinky #hatchfield #starkid fandom #live reaction #starkid live reaction

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waiting-among-the-stars · 3 years

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Among the Stars: Chapter One, Part One

Ship’s Log, Day 58

Time of Log: 22:09:37.33

It’s quiet so far. No signs of those monsters yet, but I am not convinced they aren’t aboard either. This isn’t my first rodeo out here, after all. I have faced those creatures before, and I still can’t believe they let me live. After killing every member of the last three crews I’ve been assigned to, they let me live. It just doesn’t make sense.

But things have been quiet. Maybe the occasional false alarms from a couple of the crewmates. But besides that? Nothing. Well, except for comms being down, a few wires crossed wrong maybe, and the lights have been a bit out of sorts, but no deaths. No blood. They’re keeping themselves low. At least for now. I can bet the bastards will get hungry sooner or later.. And then we’ll see.

- Captain Russell Carmine

He frowned, putting aside the logs and staring at the controls in front of him. Fifty-eight days.. Almost two months, and not one sign of any imposters aboard. Unless they had something to do with the lights and the comms.. He wouldn’t put it past them, of course. It had been part of their MO in the past, as far as his experiences went. Russell Carmine, known to his crewmates as Rusty, after the ship’s cook accidentally misspoke about a week in, and it just stuck. This was his fourth mission out. Command had asked him to continue his service, as an experienced captain and one of the very few survivors that had had real experience with these alien monsters.

“Just one more mission, Russ.. Make it outta this one, and you can go home..” For a man only in his early 30′s, he had been through more than any person should rightly have to. The long scar stretching from his brow to just below his ear was proof enough. One of those monsters.. Came at him with a knife his first mission out, and it was only by pure luck he’d gotten away. Kicked the damn thing off him and ran for it. That was seven years ago now. The doors slid open behind him, and Rusty turned to see who it was, only to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“Indie? Something the matter?” Indigo Tyrian, a new recruit to the mission, and.. Well.. Little was actually known about him, but he had apparently signed up alongside Lieutenant Sam Shade, who was as it seemed an actual military officer. The man had the build for it, certainly, but.. The matter was Indigo.. No matter how much he thought on it, he couldn’t wrap his mind around why mission control would allow a guy like Indie on board. Now, Rusty might seem insensitive for thinking that, and no, it had nothing to do with Indie’s shorter stature or anything of that sort..

To put it simply, Indie was blind. And as such was the case, he didn’t often venture far from Shade. The lieutenant was ultimately Indie’s eyes aboard the ship, and ensured the smaller man’s safety, among other assistance that might be needed of him. But to see Indie apart from Shade now? Something had to be wrong. A quick glance around them, checking if Shade was in fact nearby and he was worrying over nothing, but.. No. It was just Indie.

“Indie, where’s Shade?”

“Asleep. I left him in bed.” Also the quiet type. Indie didn’t speak much, and.. to be honest, neither did Shade, but at least the lieutenant was more straightforward and spoke when he had to. Indie, on the other hand.. Indie was slower to join the conversation, and sometimes Rusty wondered if he may be partly deaf as well as being blind.

“Something wrong?”

“Heard noises.. Down in the boilers.” Red flags, internal alarms sounding wild sirens in his head, Rusty put a gentle hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. Okay. Not deaf. Better hearing in fact than most, if he’d been in bed and still heard sounds in the boiler room. Just quiet then, and maybe somewhat shy. Maybe he should have figured that out by now, after fifty-eight days aboard the same ship together. But Indigo Tyrian was an enigma.

“Boilers make a lot of noise sometimes, Indie. Why come to me about it? Why not-” But Indigo shook his head.

“It wasn’t the boilers making noise.” He answered. “The boilers went quiet after I heard them talking.” Oh, boy. Now the red flags were really ringing the alarm bells. The boilers turned off? Someone was talking? Not just someone, but multiple people, if he was understanding Indie right. Very bad signs, and he knew it..

“Maybe you just heard Forest. He’s probably down there right now fixing any problems.” He didn’t believe it himself for one second, but he had to redirect Indigo. Send him back to Shade while the captain himself went to investigate. God, what if Forest was dead? It would be the first death this mission, and he had sworn to himself that he’d do whatever it took to protect this crew. Especially Indie. What sick bastards willingly allowed a blind man to take on such a dangerous mission? Sighing, he pulled out his radio, flicking the switch.

“Red Dread to Green Machine. Come in, Green Machine. Over.” Silence.. More silence.. “Red Dread to Green Machine. Do you copy? Come in, Green Machine.” Still, silence. At least for a minute or two before the static started, and Forest’s voice cut in.

“This is Green Machine. Copy loud and clear, Red Dread. What’s-” A yawn interrupted his words, and Rusty sighed as Forest continued. “What’s the word, Captain? Over.”

“You been down to the boilers in the last hour, Green Machine? Over.”

“Uh.. No, sir, I am ashamed to admit I called it an early night. Over.” Oh, great.. So that confirmed his suspicions it wasn’t Forest down in the boilers. Just perfect.. His grip tightened just slightly on Indie’s shoulder, his brow furrowed.

“Copy that, Green Machine. I will investigate it myself. Over.”

“Beggin’ your pardon, sir, but what are you investigating? Over.”

“Received reports of suspicious activity in the boiler room. Colonel Purple is here at my side, seems to have overheard conversation happening down there. Over.”

“Conversation? That don’t sound good, Captain. Want me to meet you there to check it out? Over.”

“Not needed, but thanks for the offer, Green Machine. Over.” He put his radio away now, sliding it back into its holster on his hip. A glance at Indie, and he nudged him to follow.

“Come on, Indie. Let’s see if we can’t find out what’s going on.” It was a bit of a trip from the helm to the boilers, and Rusty kept a hand on Indie the whole way, which the smaller man didn’t seem to mind. At least he wasn’t wandering alone with no guarantee of where he was going. Once they’d arrived, he had his flashlight drawn, searching the boiler room for any sign of movement. The boilers were indeed silent, which was already a bad sign. Sabotage, most likely. Damn it.

“That’s just great.. They’ve cut the boilers. Ship’s gonna freeze if we don’t solve this fast, that’s all our power aside from the fuel lines.” Taking Indie’s hand in his, he slid the flashlight into his grip. “Just hold onto that for me, keep it straight ahead just like that.” Indie nodded, and the captain moved away from him to check on the boilers. Thankfully, it didn’t look like much damage was done, just turned them off and bent a pipe or two, but it was still fully operational. A turn of the valve, and another pipe opened, and the boilers groaned back to life, rumbling as was their usual way of things.

“That’s better. Almost seems like they weren’t actually trying to bust it, just.. maybe use it to get attention.. Weird..” Movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned, just barely glimpsing a large and looming shape before they were gone again, disappearing into the vents. And that.. was just perfect..

“Imposter..”

Previous (This is the first one!)

#among the stars #among us fanfic #among us

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thegayestasexual · 4 years

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Inspired by: @virgil-is-a-cutie and @ineedspellcheck

Beggin On Your Knees

Tory knew Ryder Daniels, the hottest guy in his Acapella class. It was also pretty obvious that he had the biggest crush on him, even though he’s tried to hide it in the most subtle way ever.

He was always obvious with his crushes, it’s a wonder that Jade and Beck never seemed to notice his crush on them. The couple just made him fumble and stumble over his words, but can you blame him? Jade was gorgeous, and Beck was HOT. Anyone would be dumb for not crushing on them.

But that wasn’t the case, the whole Ryder mess started one morning. The class had their annually harmonizing moment. Well, everyone until the very last key when poor Robbie Shapiro started to go off the key.

The teacher, who will be called Mr. Jones, winced visibly hearing the very distinct off key note. “Hold up hold up!” He silenced the class. “Someone was off key.” He scanned the class, before landing on Robbie

Tory straightened up, glancing over his shoulder. “Alright, who was it?” He questioned crossing his arms over his chest.

“Two hints.” The puppet that often was held up by Robbie, other wise known as Rex, finally piped up. “It starts with Robbie, and ends with Shapiro.” He turned his puppet head towards his owner, almost mocking him.

“My Singing was not off.” The nerdy male retorted

“Man your whole life is off.” Came the quipped response of the puppet.

“Well, I think maybe...” Robbie began to look around nervously, until his eyes landed on his best friend in the form of Tory Vega. “Tory was off key!”

Tory places his hands onto his knees giving Robbie an incredulous look, he pouted while rolling his eyes. Giving him a very pouty “well!” In return.

But then Ryder Daniels, hot senior boy, spoke up, and really it made Tory flush. “Tory wasn’t off key!” He went immediately to the other boy’s defense. “You were perfect.” He turned to look at the male, a charming smile making its way up to his face. “Really nice tone.”

Tory couldn’t help but smile giddily at the comment, suddenly becoming very bashful. Usually it was a very confident persona that was at the forefront. At least when it wasn’t around his crushes, and Ryder IS one of them.

All of a sudden the bell rang before Tory could reply. When people started getting up, Mr. Jones held up his hands to signal them to wait.

“Hold up, let’s talk about your homework.” He said leveling the group with a stern look.

“The full moon jam?” Rex spoke up.

A Mmhm was uttered by the teacher with a follow up of “you all will have to do a song with it counting as a third of your semester grade.”

“We have to sing a solo?” Ryder immediately said, stepping forward to the teacher.

“That, or a duet.” The teacher answered, raising an eyebrow at Ryder

Tory couldn’t help but smile, he slid over to Robbie with a soft “do you think Ryder would work with me?”

Robbie gave his friend a exasperated look, wrapping one of his arms around Tory while the other sat Rex down. “Are we really kidding here? Any guy or girl would LOVE to work with you.” He answers him, the two of them were pretty nerdy and got along great because of Star Wars. Before Tory even came to Hollywood Arts, the two of them met through a forum on debate whether Luke deserved to be a Hermit.

“Actually.” Ryder stepped backwards from the door, he turned around and made a stride over to Tory. “Do you, maybe, want to go out?” He asked pretty sheepish, and if it wasn’t for Robbie holding him up. Tory was damn sure he would have fainted then and there.

Another grateful thing Robbie was there for, was to be Tory’s translator. “He would love to!” The Shapiro male spoke up for his friend immediately. “Sushi? He makes a KILLER spicy tuna balls.”

“Spicy...tuna balls?” If it wasn’t for the act Ryder kept up, he would have found the term spicy tuna balls endearing. But he never even liked guys. So he had to keep up appearances. “Sure, I’ll see you tonight, Tory?” He smiles with that charming smile of his.

“Yes!” Tory nods his head eagerly, grinning widely at the hottest senior in his class. He had no idea that Ryder was doing this just to get a good grade.

As the two friends made their way out of the classroom, and towards their friend group. Rex in Robboes arms.

“Handsome boy just asked me out!!” Tory finally screamed as soon as Robbie and he made it up to Cat, Jade, Beck, and Andre. That caught Beck and Jade’s attention

Which sparked an intense jealousy within the couple. If anything, the PEOPLE who should be asking Tory out were Jade and Beck. They’ve had their eyes on the boy ever since Beck kissed him in their improv class. Jade really wanted to include him into the relationship, it just wasn’t the time.

“Who?” Andre grinned, very happy that his best friend scored. He did his usual handshake with the glasses wearing male. “Is he that hot?”

“Hell yes.” Tory answered, nearly swooning. “It’s Ryder Daniels.”

“Hot Ryder Daniels?” Jade stood straight up, her hand clenched around the coffee cup she was holding. Her voice had the strain of a threat, which Tory couldn’t tell why she was like that. “I don’t trust him.” She grits out.

“You don’t? Really he is everything a girl wants, I wish I could be like him.” Robbie answered in response, a laugh coming from Rex

“Like him?! You can never be like hot man!” Rex says with a laugh.

Robbie huffed narrowing his eyes. “I can too!”

Tory tolled his eyes with a smile, while walking off to his next class. Completely missing the way the couple looked at him longingly.

(Skip times to when Trina finds out)

“Ryder Daniels?” Trina stood up straight staring at her younger brother, she frowns making her way towards Tory. “He’s bad news. Don’t date him.” She says placing her hands on his shoulders. “I’m pretty sure he’s only dated girls before, and he is toying with your heart.” As much as the two of them were dicks to one another, Trina really cared for Tory. There was no way in HELL she would let the likes of Ryder Daniels destroy and shatter her little brother’s heart.

She would rather die and be sent to hell before she would want that.

But like Tory does, he still goes on the date. And it’s wonderful! They hit it off great, the spicy tuna balls were really good from what Ryder said. Tory couldn’t be even more joyed than right now. “So, do you want hang out tomorrow? There’s this really cool laser tag in town.” Tory asks his new boyfriend, smiling widely at him.

Ryder shirts his position on the couch, keeping his arm wrapped around Tory. “I would but...I have to pick a song for the Full moon jam, I have to start rehearsing it.” He took his arm off the male leaning forward and placing his hands on his face. “I don’t even know what to pick! I’m very scared to do it by myself.”

Tory jumped up, looking at Ryder with concerned her determined eyes. “We could do a song together! Duets right?”

‘Hook, line, and sinker.’ Ryder thought yo himself, giving Tory a smile then a kiss to the forehead. “I would love that.”

If Tory was made out of goo then he was sure that he would have melted. All the while neither of them noticed one Robbie Shapiro taking notes outside.

(Next day)

“Hey Ryder!” Tory grinned widely, walking towards who seemed like jos boyfriend. No, it was his best friend Robbie Shapiro. Who was talking to Cat. “Robbie?” He questions, very confused seeing his friend in his get up.

Robbie wore skinny jeans that hugged his legs a bit tightly, a leather jacket over his black shirt. He grinned widely running his fingers through his smoothed out curls. It took him all morning to get those curls tamed! “Hey there, Tor.” He says

Cat looked from Tory to Robbie then back again. “Am I missing something?” Poor sweet innocent Catherine Valentine. She didn’t know a thing. Well that was to be expected, she has been dealing with Northstar. Speaking of which...

Cat happily giggled as she heard her phone ring, answering it and bringing it up to her ear. She excused herself from the two of them walking off to help the poor person in an accident.

Robbie watched the girl leave, confusion written all over his face before shaking his head and turning to Tory. “So, what do you think?” He questions with a grin?

“I mean if you weren’t straight I would hit it.” Tory offered helpfully, placing a hand on Robbie’s shoulder. “But why? And why is your ear bleeding?” Concern started to fill inside him, ready to bandage his friend in case it needed it. Robbie really didn’t need an infection.

“Oh I tried to get it pierced like Ryder!”

“Robbie...Ryder doesn’t have his ear pierced.”

Robbie then whipped his head over to his puppet, “you said he did!”

All Rex could do was laugh. “Ha, had to make you a fool.”

Tory could only pinch the bridge of his nose making his way to the studio with Ryder to practice.

He managed to pass Jade and Beck on the way, nor noticing that Jade’s grip on Beck started to tighten.

“He should be ours.” Jade mumbled to her boyfriend, casting a look of loving longing towards the boy they passed.

“I know.” Beck whispered to his girlfriend, letting out a sigh. “But I guess we lost our chance? He’s ryders.” He said a little bitterly

Jade didn’t want to admit it, but they had. If the two of them hadn’t decided it wasn’t the best time, then Tory probably would be kissing them instead of Ryder MotherFucking Daniels. She didn’t trust him, and she didn’t want to see Tory in someone else’s arms.

And she had a right to not trust him, after the two of them made their way to the auditorium where auditions were held. Right when Kristen and Robbie were having their talk.

“Ryder Daniels.” Kristen started pulling her bag onto her shoulder. “He started going out with me during Dance class when we had a big project, and I was the best in my class. But after that huge project? Never called me back.” She scoffed

“You myst have felt...dirty.” Robbie sympathetically spoke taking his foot off his chair.

“Nah, he does it to a lot of girls. He also does it to guys, but he’s straight and just wants to get a good grade.” She rolled her eyes before frowning. “Hey, Tory is dating him right? You should warn him about Ryder.” Kristen spoke one last time, vefore she turned around and left the auditorium.

If it weren’t for Beck holding her down, Jade would have grabbed her favorite pair of scissors and go to down on this asshole. She clenched and unclenches her fists, fury evident in her eyes.

Beck was not that far behind, he was BEYOND furious. Tory is one of the sweetest guys around, he treats everyone with care and helps whenever he could. He probably was the most of a gentleman in the entire school.

Warn him they would, afterwards? The couple were going to demolish Daniels.

(Skip time(

“He was using me?” Tory spoke softly, stating up at his friends. He sat on his couch, hands brought together intertwined. He fidgeted with his fingers. “No wonder, he wouldn’t even kiss me.” Hus voice broke, tears started to make its way out of his eyes.

Surprisingly, it was Jade who acted first. “Ryder Daniels is an asshole for missing out on a guy like you.” She got into a crouching position in front of the tearful Vega. “You are sweet, dorky, hell you are the cutest boy in this entire school! Beck and I have been in love with you ever since you came here!” She blurted out bluntly

Tory’s eyes widened staring at Jade. “Really?? I...I thought my feelings weren’t reciprocated.” He says softly, which made Beck act by kissing him.

Which was stopped by Jade pulling Beck away and kissing Tory. “We like you.” She mumbled against his lips. “You’re ours got it?” She questions getting up to her feet, giving Beck a kiss.

Tory immediately started nodding his head, all the while flustered.

“So, as much as I love this. And cat you owe Robbie and I ten dollars, how are we getting back at Ryder?” Andre spoke up placing his hands on the couch where his best friend was sat. A groan escaped Cat as she pulled her wallet out

“A song, a really cool song.” Tory got yo his feet, smiling at his new boyfriend and girlfriend. “Andre can you help me write it? Please?”

Andre, having nothing to do that night, sighed then nods his head. Determined to help his best friend. “Alright let’s do this!”

With that, they spent the night writing one of the coolest songs.

And when Full Moon Jam hit, Ryder got humiliated by being forced to watch Tory sing and dance about him. About being on his knees.

It didn’t help that Beck kept him there, every time he tried walking off. Beck and Robbie would just pull him back to watch.

“See ya, Ryder.” Trina yelled running up on stage. “Don’t mess with my brother.”

#Victor Vega #Tory x Beck x Jade #fuck ryder #possessive jade #possessive beck

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halfgclden · 4 years

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Anytime | Graves&Cleo (& L)

Date: May 9th, 2020

Summary: Graves needs physical and spiritual healing after Fight Night. That is provided by a child of Apollo and a child of Dionysus respectively.

The sun had just begun to set as Graves had walked up to the Apollo cabin and lightly knocked on the door. The cabin almost seemed to be surrounded by a faint gold aura; whether that was from the setting sun or a result of the cabin's patron, Graves wasn't sure but he loved it all the same. He rubbed his shoulder, waiting for the door to open and thought about the events of the weekend thus far. The third round of 'fight night' had concluded a few hours ago, and though he hadn't won, Cam had had the time of his life. Now, showered and dressed, with the last of an ambrosia high leaving his system, he had texted L, requesting their healing expertise before he set out on the excursion he had in mind for that night. He knocked again, just in case his first attempt had been inaudible. "Hey, it's Graves."

L answered the door after the second knock, having to step over a sleeping dog to get to it. They'd spent the earlier part of the evening with their girlfriends in celebration, but they told them that they'd go to their cabin for an hour and then reconvene, in order to give people time to stop by and get any healing that they needed. They flashed a smile at Graves and stepped back so that he could step in, shoving a cat back with their foot as they did. "Hey! How's the shoulder doing?"

Graves' face lit up into a smile, first at the sight of L, then at the hairless cat trying to sneak around their leg to greet him. "George Caramel! Hey kitty!" He made the pspspspsps sound in the direction of the feline before stepping into the cabin. "Hey, long time no see," he joked. "It's doin' alright. Miranda demanded I get it checked out or - and this is a direct quote - juro que haré que te arrepientas por el resto de tu vida. I'm not entirely positive on what she said but it sounded violent. And so, here I am, at your doorstep, beggin' for your magic touch.” Graves grinned at L, "Would you be able to help me?"

L closed the door behind Graves and turned to see their cat, up on his hind legs, staring at Graves because of the sound he was making. “I don’t know what that means, but it sounds ominous, so I’ll heal you right up!” They grinned. “Do you want to sit for it? Or are you in a hurry? It’ll take, like, a minute, tops. I told my geefs I wouldn’t wear myself our before we went hard tonight.” L blinked. “Went hard in celebration,” they clarified.

"I'm headed somewhere but I'm not in a hurry. Sittin' works." Graves blinked for a second, then L's explanation sunk in and he chuckled. "Of course, don't tire yourself out on my account. Rosie would kill me." He turned to find a suitable place to take a seat. "What do I have to do?"

L took a seat on the arm of the couch and beckoned Graves over. “You don’t need to do anything, just sit there and look pretty.” They smiled. “You’re gonna feel really warm, then kinda sore, but you’ll maybe be able to move it once I’m done with you. Have you had any ambrosia yet?”

He made his way to the couch and took a seat next to L. "Lookin' pretty is my specialty," Graves smiled. His face was still bruised from the previous night's fighting but a few doses of ambrosia had healed up the cuts on his face fairly well. "I'm always warm, so I'm prepared. Yeah, Miranda made me take some right after we finished the round earlier. I feel great!"

“I know,” L said affectionately as they pat his head. “And yeah, you should have that moving real soon, but make sure you actually come to me every day until I tell you to stop.” They wagged a finger at him. “Not just when you feel okay, because then you might aggravate it and get muscle damage and I really don’t want to have to deal with that.” They pressed a hand into his shoulder and let the warmth pass from them into his arm, muttering a small prayer to Apollo as they did.

Graves looked chastised for a moment; if not for Miranda and L, he probably would've accidentally injured himself further. "I'm really not tryin' to damage any muscles so I'll be back tomorrow," he promised, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth emanating from L's hand. When it stopped, he was tempted to poke his shoulder and test how it felt. Instead, he looked at L. "Am I good to go, Nurse L?"

L nodded, happy that Graves was following their advice. They went from their stern, nurse face to their usual sunny one. After a moment, they pulled their hand away, feeling a bit tired but not fully drained. “Yeah, I’m gonna hold out a bit on ya in case someone else comes by, but make sure you do your best not to move it much, at least not until you see me tomorrow.”

"I'll be careful, swear." He stood and gave L a one-armed hug. "Thank you, thank you! You're amazin', you're wonderful, you're a ray of sunshine! Make sure you eat somethin', keep up your energy!" Graves moved to the door, stopping to wave goodbye to another one of L's cats on his way out. "See you tomorrow! Don't go too hard tonight!" He laughed and slipped out the door.

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Cleo sat in her room, playing music as she painted her nails. She sang along under her breath, blowing on her left hand as she painted the right. Between each nail, she took a moment to spin and dance around the room, changing each song just before it ended. She hadn’t thought that she was playing it very loudly, but she also didn’t notice any knocking until she was very sure that there was knocking, and she ran out to go check the door, opening it carefully so as not to smudge her nails. “Cam.” She smiled for but a moment before her face dropped, taking in his cut up face and shoulder in a sling. “What happened?” She stepped back to let him in.

Graves couldn't help but laugh; here he was, standing outside the Dionysus cabin on a whim, just knocking repeatedly. He tried not to feel too ridiculous; he wasn't even positive if the person he was looking for was here. Then again, he could hear music blasting inside and from the sound of it, she was. Graves was torn between keeping his arrival a surprise or sending Cleo a text to let him in already. When she opened the door and her expression turned to one of worry, Cam's smile faltered but only for a second before he beamed at her brightly. "Bancroft, hey." He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Oh this?" He asked, looking at his immobilized arm as if seeing it for the first time. "I forgot to bring my good luck charm to fight night apparently."

“My gods.” Cleo exhaled a breath and raised her hand as though to touch him, then dropped it again. “I should have figured you went to that stupid thing.” She’d heard about the fight night, but being that she wasn’t a fighter, none of her friends were going, and she didn’t want to see people get maimed, she hadn’t gone herself. Zoe mentioned that there was a second part to it earlier in the day, but she took the time to herself instead, which meant that she missed out on whatever it was that caused Cameron his scuffled appearance. “Are you okay?” She drew her brows together and watched him.

He watched Cleo's hand hover for a moment before she dropped it. Graves' fingers twitched, almost tempted to- he sent the thought away, raising an eyebrow instead. "Woah, hey. It wasn't stupid, it was actually a lot of fun." Graves ran his fingers through his hair, noticing the concern etched into her features. He tried to lighten the mood, "I'm better now." He winked at her with his blackened eye.

Cleo crossed her arms, thankful that Len was at a sleepover and not watching their sister lecture a half-beaten boy in their cabin. "Just because it was fun does not negate the fact that it was stupid, Cam." She frowned at him, though she didn't see anything that she could do for him. "Do you want ice? Have you been to the healers?"

"C'mon Bancroft, I don't look that bad, do I?" A small voice in his head told him that yes, he looked like hell and should go home and rest but he was already here. It would take a little more than a frown from Cleo to send him home right now. "I stopped by the Apollo cabin on my way here." Graves chewed his lip, trying not to smile as she told him off. "Okay, maybe it was a little stupid. Was showing up here also stupid?"

Cleo wiped her hands down her face and sighed. "Ugh, Cameron, you look hurt." She looked back at him, pouting slightly, taking in the bruises that lined his jaw and collarbone. If she was honest, it was the sling that was the worrying part, and had he just shown up with a few cuts and bruises she probably would've stopped lecturing him after she made sure he was okay. She pursed her lips and took his left hand, sighing as she noticed bruising there too. "No, it wasn't stupid. I can't really do much for you." She pulled him towards the kitchen. "But I always have ice. Or at the very least something cold to press to a black eye."

Graves scrunched his nose and frowned, seeing Cleo's expression shift into a pout as she took in all his bruises. "It, um, it's not that bad. Looks a lot worse than it is, swear." He exhaled through his nose when she took his hand and watched her examine the bruises on his knuckles with her slender fingers. Graves let himself be pulled towards the kitchen; it took a moment for her words to sink in. "Oh, Bancroft, no no. I didn't- I didn't come for ice. I just came to see you." He offered her a soft smile.

Cleo looked up at Graves when he spoke and squinted at him slightly, biting her lip. She shook her head at him but couldn’t help but smile at his words. “You’re so...” She didn’t really know how to finish the sentence. She dropped his hand so that she could tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear and move to her fridge. “Well, you’re getting both. Did you want anything to drink?” She opened the freezer and pulled out a half-empty ice tray.

He quirked an eyebrow at Cleo, wondering how that sentence might have ended. But she dropped it, and his hand, so he let it be. “Both is good,” Graves laughed. “And um, water would be great. Thanks.”

Cleo grabbed a hand towel and dumped the ice into it, then handed the bundle over to him. She took two remaining cubes of ice and put them in a glass, then filled it with water from the sink. She frowned when she realized he couldn’t hold both the ice pack and the water. “Okay, I can... ice your face while you drink?”

Graves held out his hand to accept the bundle of ice from Cleo but faltered, realizing she had a point. “Hmm, uh, yeah. That works, hang on.” He hopped onto the counter with surprising grace for someone with his injuries. Graves flashed Cleo a cocky grin and tapped his ring against the edge of the counter. “Lucky jump.”

Cleo opened and closed her mouth, somewhat incredulously, when Graves jumped onto the counter. She shook her head. "Now you're gonna have to bend down more for me to ice your face, doofus." She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled and stood in front of him. She held out the water. "How'd you break your arm?"

“Didn’t think of that, oops.” He clicked his tongue, then leaned down enough to make it easier for Cleo to reach his face. Graves accepted the glass of water and took a sip. He shook his head, his smile rueful. “Not broken. I...dislocated my shoulder.”

She pressed the makeshift ice pack into his jaw carefully and frowned, sucking in a breath sympathetically. "Should I ice that instead? Is that what you're supposed to do for it?"

Graves closed his eyes as Cleo pressed the ice to his jaw, feeling the chill spread. “No no, L worked their magic on it right before I got here and I’m still cruisin’ from some ambrosia earlier. I just have to try not to move it, hence the sling. Really, Bancroft, I’m okay. You’re lookin’ at me like I might fall apart.”

Cleo huffed. "I wouldn't be looking at you like that if you didn't come to me in pieces." She shook her head and chewed her lip, raising one shoulder in a small shrug. "But, you know, you're tougher than I realize, I guess." She pursed her lips again. "Who'd you fight?"

Graves was about to protest that he wasn't in pieces anymore; Ime had seen to that when they'd popped his shoulder back in. He wrinkled his nose at the memory. "You think I'm tough?" His face lit up in a goofy smile, but he tried to play it cool. "That's good. You're right. I am." He tried not to move too much while Cleo was icing his jaw, but found he was having a hard time sitting still. He set his glass down beside him and started tapping the edge of the counter with his hand. "First round, Rosie. She climbed me like a fuckin' monkey, I threw her off the platform. Second round, Ramona and Tai. Blue and I were a team. It was a heated fight." He wondered if Cleo had heard anything about fight night and would disapprove of his word choice. "My shoulder was from fightin' Tai. Not his fault though! He got me good, I dropped my sword, I fell and landed....wrong."

"Of course I think you're tough." Cleo shook her head and resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. "Coming to me with a busted arm and jaw. The bruised knuckles are what really drove me from feeling bad to being impressed, though, honestly." She smiled at him softly and then looked to his hand, tapping against the counter. "That's... a lot of people." She tilted her head and grimaced. "Fell so wrong it took your arm out? That's disgusting, Cam."

"Impressed, huh?" Graves bit his lip, suppressing an even larger smile. "Maybe I have to win fights more often," he mused, deciding not to mention he technically hadn't won last night's fight. "I'd say I wish you were there, so you could've seen the action but...yeah, gods." He shook his head. "Fuck, Bancroft. I fell very wrong. The sound..." Graves winced. "Shoulders should not sound like that. I'm glad you didn't hear it. Or hear me when it happened." He looked away, suddenly fascinated with a vine on the wall.

Cleo dipped her head as she shook it again. "Gods, you're just..." She sighed and didn't finish her sentence again, then looked back up at him, scrunching her face in disgust. "Oh, gods, ew. Please don't tell me any more about it." She frowned, then rested a hand on his knee. "I'm really glad you're okay."

Cleo's growing habit of leaving her sentences unfinished was only making Graves more and more curious about those unsaid words. But she didn't offer them up, and again he didn't ask. He stopped tapping on the counter to hold his hand up in surrender. "I won't, you don't want to hear them. I don't want to have heard it," he tried to joke. Graves' eyes flickered down to her hand on his knee. "Bancroft, you worried about me?"

Cleo stuck out her lower lip a bit. "If you have a less scary fight, tell me about it, and maybe I'll come. I've never seen you in action." She smiled and shook her head again. "Um, duh? Wouldn't you be worried if your friend showed up to your doorstep unannounced with a black eye and a cast?"

"Next time, maybe." He winked at her. "Ah, we'll have to change that. Did you know I fight with two swords? I don't know if I ever mentioned it. It's fuckin' fun. Okay, if you put it like that, I guess I'd be a little worried." Graves gave Cleo's hand a little squeeze and smiled, before tapping a rhythm with his ring this time. "And if you showed up on my doorstep like that, I'd ask who's ass I needed to kick."

Cleo smiled slightly, tapping his knee lightly with her fingers. “I think you’ve mentioned them before, and I’m pretty sure I was as impressed by the idea of the visual as I am now.” She looked down at their hands, watching his as he tapped his rings against her counter. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever asked what prompted the skull on his hand, but was pretty sure that it was something along the lines of ‘it was fucking cool’, as his others were. She smiled and shook her head. “I won’t show up on your doorstep like that.” Cleo didn’t get into many physical fights, if any at all, and if she did get into one, it was likely not going to be someone who’s ass Graves would be willing to kick.

Graves pressed his lips together; he assumed that the only altercations Cleo might get in were ones he really should stay out of, so he changed the subject. "Did I tell you that my swords are my rings?" Graves held his hand out for Cleo's inspection. He'd caught her looking at his hands often enough; whether she was looking at his assortment of jewelry or the tattoo on his left hand, he could never be sure. He leaned closer, resting his forehead on hers. "The ones I wear on my middle fingers," he explained.

Cleo kept watching his hand as he raised his, biting her lip as she picked up the hand not pressed against the slowly melting ice pack. She shook her head slowly. “I didn’t know that,” she said, lowering her voice. Something about the proximity made her feel less as though she had to compete with the music still playing in her room for volume. She glanced up again as his forehead met hers and swallowed. “You’re always prepared to fight, then? I never see you without them.” Water slid down her arm and she looked at the bundle, then put it down on the counter at his side, doing her best not to break contact with him.

He hummed softly, watching Cleo take his hand in her own for the second time that night. "They're enchanted. I can't lose them. So I guess, yes. Can't ever be caught without a way to defend myself." He glanced at the bundle of melted ice on the counter next to him. Graves could feel a few drops of water lazily trailing along his jaw and down his neck. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, staying as still as he could.

She ran her thumb over his knuckles as softly as she could, resting it against his ring. “They’re really pretty, so it’s nice that you don’t lose them,” she murmured. Cleo looked up, scanning his face as he closed his eyes, then reached up to brush the water from his neck. “Oh, you have...”

"They were a gift," he said, his voice low. Graves' eyes were still closed, unaware of her movement. When Cleo's fingers brushed his neck, he jolted back in surprise, knocking the glass of water over in the process. As water poured over the edge of the counter, it seemed as if a spell had been broken. Graves grimaced, "Sorry, I'll clean that up." He moved to hop off the counter, looking embarrassed and feeling strange.

Cleo moved back with a start when Gaves jolted, shocked by the sudden movement. She shook her head and grabbed another hand towel to wipe up the spill. "No, don't worry about it, I shouldn't have..." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and put the towel down on the counter. "Did you, um, want something to eat? I have a few snacks."

Graves moved for the hand towel the same time Cleo did and their hands bumped together. “Sorry,” he repeated, feeling heat rise on his cheeks. He leaned against the counter, pondering food options. “You’re hungry? You’ve got a snack right here.” He flicked his eyebrows upward, looking at Cleo playfully.

Cleo picked up the half-melted ice bundle as well and tossed it into her sink as she laughed, shaking her head at him. Even still, she let her eyes scan over him, noting where his cropped shirt ended and his midriff began. She bit her lip, then looked up, meeting his eyes instead of staring at his torso. "Shut up. I'm surprised you didn't call yourself a meal."

"Is that your way of callin' me one?" He watched Cleo's eyes sweep over his body, catching at the hem of his shirt. Graves ran his thumb over his bottom lip, trying to hide a smile. He met her gaze and held it, expression saying caught you.

Cleo pressed her lips together and shook her head at Graves, blushing slightly. "Um, no. I was just saying that that's something you'd say." She shook her head and went back to occupying herself with wiping up the spill again, though it was already mostly soaked up by the towel.

Graves' smile widened, "Well, y'would've been right. I am a meal. But, uh, if you're actually hungry, yeah I could eat. I think you've got all the water, ma'am." He took a step closer to Cleo and was about to place his hand on her arm but thought better of it.

Cleo looked up at Graves and set her jaw, dropping the towel into the sink next to the other one. "I'm not too hungry, I was just offering because I don't know what else to do," she admitted with a laugh. She pressed her hand to her forehead and shook her head. "Um, I think I have leftover dumplings and then, like, Redvines? I have a stash of mini Snickers too, but I'll only let you take one, two if you're really nice."

"I'd take a Redvine, if you're willin' to part with them. I'll let you keep your Snickers, because I'm that nice. And I don't...really know what else to do either," Graves smiled slightly before looking away. "We could..." He mused. "Stand here and talk about how stupid I am for signin' up for fight night. Or watch a movie. Or sing along to whatever you were listening to. Or I could tell you how cute your pajamas are. Or go for a walk. Any of those sound appealin', Bancroft?"

Cleo laughed quietly. "A single Redvine? How polite." She smiled, looking down at herself when he commented on her pajamas, then looked back up at him, taking a step forward, but leaned against the counter. "I would like nothing more than to sing along to music or go for a walk right now."

Graves gave a little half-shrug, the best he could do right now. Still, he winced a little and grit his teeth to hide it. He raised an eyebrow as she stepped closer, leaning casually into the conversation. "Walk first? Dramatic karaoke after?"

Cleo reached into her cabinet and grabbed a pack of Redvines, then held one out to Graves, and took two for herself. "Sounds amazing. I should probably shut my music off first, unless it makes people think I'm home, keeps me from getting robbed."

Accepting the Redvine from Cleo, Graves laughed. "I doubt you'll get robbed. Maybe the music will drive people away." He took a bite of the candy, smiling innocently.

Cleo chewed her candy and shrugged one shoulder at Graves. "It's a good strategy, no?" She laughed and took his good hand carefully. "Where do you want to walk to? Woods, beach, lake?"

"An excellent strategy. You claim to know every inch of the woods, if I recall correctly." He finished his Redvine, letting Cleo take his hand. He ran his thumb over her hand. "I'm ready when you are. You can borrow my flannel if you're not warm enough."

"Every inch," Cleo repeated incredulously as she rolled her eyes, still smiling. "I know the woods super well, yeah, so I can acquaint you with it." She looked down at his hand, then to the flannel at his waist, and then back up to him. "Would you need a sweater from me then?"

Graves couldn't help but grin as Cleo rolled her eyes. His gaze drifted down to their hands, fingers laced together. The flowers inked on her skin caught his eye and he tried to trace the one on her thumb. He looked up, "Oh, no. Thanks, but I run warm. I'll be okay."

Cleo kept an eye on their hands, looking up so that she could smile at him. "Fine, then we should go, because I'm okay too." She tugged him slightly as she led them out of her kitchen, but dropped his hand so that she could run into her room and turn off her music. "I don't want my speaker to die," she explained as she returned to his side.

He tilted his head, waiting for Cleo to reappear from her room. "Makes sense," Graves nodded. He held out his hand, almost shyly, for her to take. "Lead the way, Bancroft."

Cleo took his hand, not really expecting him to offer his hand up when she returned. She led him out of the cabin and into the twilight. She inhaled and closed her eyes, smiling. "This is my favourite time of day. Dusk."

Graves followed Cleo outside, looking up at the sky. "I think I like golden hour best. But this is real decent." He smiled, letting her pull him onto a path that led to the woods. "D'you spend a lot of time out here?"

“How else do you think I know every inch?” Cleo asked with a smile. She ran her thumb over Graves’s knuckles softly. “You spend more time at the lava wall than in the woods?”

“Ah, duh. Stupid question.” He mentally smacked himself and hoped he wasn’t blushing in embarrassment. He flicked his eyes down at their hands, watching Cleo run her thumb over his knuckles. Graves trusted her to lead him while he wasn’t paying attention, knowing she wouldn’t let him trip or fall. “I spend more time at the lake or river I think. Although you know I love the lava wall.”

Cleo smiled at him, then pulled him off of the path to a section of trees that were fairly close together. There was a sort of man-made path there, only indicated by the trampled grass and other markers, if you looked closely. “Always need to be close to the water?”

Graves couldn’t tell where they were going on the fading light but Cleo moved with such ease, it was clear she’d walked this trail often. He stepped over a raised tree root, careful not to trip. “Mhm, yeah. I always feel more grounded when I can hear the waves.” He avoided another root. “Ma’am where are you taking me?”

Cleo walked slowly, aware of the fact that Graves wasn't as used to this part of the woods as she was. "Ah." She nodded in understanding. "Ocean boy." She flashed a small smile at him. "Do you like surprises?"

“Bancroft. Who doesn’t like surprises?” He tapped her knuckles with his thumb. “Of course I do. I’m just impatient is all.”

Cleo laughed and pulled him further into the forest, past gnarled roots, which she stepped over carefully, and around large trees, which she skirted around. She obviously knew this path well, with the way she was walking it in the fading light, and she pointed out a few tricky spots to get over to Graves. Eventually, they emerged into a clearing, which was fairly well-lit, due to the clear sky and waning but near-full moon. Fireflies dotted the clearing, and floated in patterns around the center of it. As they stepped out, Cleo smiled up at Graves. "Surprise?"

Graves felt like they’d stepped into the labyrinth with all the twists and turns their path took. With help from Cleo, he managed not to stumble at all on their way to the clearing. When they stepped into the open, Graves blinked in surprise, his eyes adjusting to the light. The moon was big and the sky glittered with stars. “Woah...this, this is awesome.” He let go of Cleo’s hand, reaching out to catch a firefly. With a soft smile, Graves held his hand out to her, firefly faintly glowing in his palm.

Cleo beamed at him, happy that he seemed so pleased with their destination. She stepped further into the clearing as he let go of her hand, but turned so that she was still facing him. "Gods, I remember when I first found this place. I thought it was, like, enchanted or something. Now I know it is."

The firefly took off, light flickering as it left Graves’ palm. He took a few steps forward, following Cleo into the heart of the clearing. “Enchanted?” He asked. He held out his hand, trying to scoop another firefly out of the air.

Cleo caught a firefly and opened her hands to examine the blinking bug. "Yeah. Isn't it magical? I legitimately thought these were, like, floating lights or fairies or something."

"I love that," Graves said. He looked over at Cleo, grinning proudly to show her the two fireflies he'd caught. "I definitely thought fireflies were fairies as a kid." He took another step towards her before moving to sit in the grass. He patted the spot next to him, looking up at her.

Cleo grinned approvingly at Graves's catch, then took a seat next to him. "I was fourteen, but I'd never seen them before, so that's my excuse."

Graves stuck his tongue out at Cleo. "I grew up hearing all these wild stories about gods and monsters and prophecies from my grandma. That is my excuse." He leaned back in the grass, propping himself up with his good arm and looked up at the sky. "The stars are so bright," he said quietly.

Cleo laughed. "I wasn't making fun of you! I was just saying I wasn't a kid. Or, I guess I was. Fourteen is still a kid." She tipped her head back and leaned back on her hands, then her elbows. "Yeah. The moon was full two nights ago."

He scooted a little closer to Cleo, then laid down fully, the soft ground comfortable beneath his back. Graves raised his arm, pointing to a cluster of stars in the sky. "There's the Big Dipper," he smiled.

Cleo smiled as she noticed him move closer, then laid down fully. She moved his arm over so that he was pointing elsewhere in the sky. "And there's Orion."

Keeping their hands together, Graves steered their pointed fingers to another constellation. He squinted. "That's Leo." He turned his head to look at Cleo, "Do you have a favorite?"

Cleo smiled as her hand was taken in Graves’s and turned her head to look at him. “Gemini.” She watched him through blades of grass. “I like the story. What about you?”

"Draco. I've always liked the story too." He looked back up at the sky and sighed contentedly. "I didn't expect my day to go like this."

"Do you like dragons?" Cleo felt her arm growing tired but did not want to let go of his hand, and left it. She watched him as he watched the sky. "How were you expecting it to go?"

“Who doesn’t like dragons? They’re so cool. I can’t believe they’re real, honestly. The gods? No problem. Dragons? Mind-blowing.” Graves pointed out another constellation, the Big Dipper, before lowering his arm. He didn’t let go of Cleo’s hand, resting their arms in the grass between them. “I don’t know. No brainer that I lost round 3 today, like this. But I didn’t even know if you’d be home. Or want to hang out, I just kinda, showed up.” He laughed a little.

Cleo laughed. “Was that a byproduct of being raised by a psychic? Like, ‘oh yeah, gods and that– wait, did you say dragons?’” She smiled and looked up finally as he lowered their hands. “The fact that you even competed is impressive, honestly.” She scanned the sky, almost in disbelief of how clear the night was. “Why wouldn’t I want to hang out?” She turned to look at him again, running her thumb over the back of his hand. “I’m glad you showed up.”

Graves smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Maybe. My gran used to tell me the craziest stories." His smile widened, and he bumped her shoulder gently, moving a little closer to her. "Impressive, mhm. That's twice tonight you've said that." He turned his head to look and Cleo and winked before looking back up at the sky. "I dunno, maybe you had other plans." He laughed. Graves turned to look at her again, running his thumb over her hand as well, "I'm glad you brought me here."

Cleo looked at him again when he bumped her shoulder and smiled at him. "Keeping track? Should I say it more?" She laughed. "Am I lame for not doing anything but sit in my room doing my nails on a Saturday night?" She smiled and checked the hand that wasn't holding Graves's. The polish was smudged, but she didn't care. She dropped her hand again and turned onto her side, facing him. "I'm glad too. This is one of my favourite places in the world."

"Actually, you've said it three times, but one of them you were referrin' to my swords so..." He gave her hand a little squeeze then rolled onto his side to face her. "Y'can say it as many time as you like. Nah, nah that's not lame at all. Maybe I should paint my nails." Graves laughed a little. "In the world? And you brought me here?" He raised an eyebrow at Cleo, teasing her.

Cleo smiled as Graves turned to face her. “Maybe I won’t say it at all, now that I know you like it so much.” She glanced down, as though she would be able to see his hand in the dim lighting, then looked back up. “I can do your nails for you. Not now, obvi, but sometime.” She pressed her cheek into the earth, obscuring her face slightly behind the grass. “Yeah, but only because you looked so hapless. I guess I won’t make a habit of it, if you don’t like it.”

Graves exhaled through his nose. "I knew I shouldn't've said a thing." He peered at Cleo through the blades of grass between them. "That would be fun. I could...try to do yours? No promises on how they turn out." He scoffed. "Hapless?" He shook his head. "Nah, nah I love it. I could come here every day and it would be just as enchanting."

Cleo found that she had a hard time not smiling at him. "Maybe so." She ran her thumb over his. "I'd like that. Maybe it's your hidden talent." She moved her legs so that her knee was against his. "Yeah, like, you look all sad and unfortunate, so I needed to take you somewhere to cheer you up." She smiled somehow wider and turned her head to try to look up out of the clearing at the stars again. "Yeah," she exhaled the word with a breath. "It's... near perfect. Maybe just perfect."

"Yeah," he snorted. "With my luck, it might be." Graves was very aware of Cleo's knee pressed against his; he edged a little closer, pressing more of his leg against her own. Reluctantly, he let go of her hand and propped himself up on his elbow, trying to get more comfortable. He rested the side of his head in his hand and studied Cleo's face as she looked at the stars, a faint smile on his lips. A lock of hair was curled against her neck and Graves wished his arm wasn't in a sling, wished that he could reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. He blinked a few times and swallowed, surprised at himself, then glanced up at the sky. "Near perfect?" Graves turned to look at Cleo, a gleam in his eye. His voice was low as he spoke. "And how, ma'am, can I make this night perfect?"

"With your luck." Cleo smiled. "You're saying that like you aren't lucky. Aren't you supposed to be my good luck charm? If you're defective, I might have to send you back." When he let go of her hand, she turned over a bit more, resting her hand on her stomach as she scanned over constellations. As he spoke, she looked at him again, then propped herself up on an elbow to bring herself to his level. She smiled slightly, somewhat sadly, and reached out to brush her fingertips over his cheek, down across his jaw, then dropped her hand. "Don't be so hurt?" She sighed and then sat up, tilting her head back to observe the sky fully. "Bring me back to Portland?"

"Dislocated shoulder certainly sounds defective, you better ship me back," he joked. Graves closed his eyes, exhaling softly as he felt Cleo's fingertips on his jaw. He tilted his head into her touch without realizing it, but as quickly as her touch had come, it was gone. "Bancroft..." he breathed, but even as he started his sentence, he knew it had no end. He opened his eyes and frowned a little as she leaned away, then looked up at the sky again. Graves found the moon and focused on it, trying to ground himself. "I'll be better in a few days. L said I can probably use my arm again by the weekend. It's not too bad." He glanced at Cleo before looking back at the moon. "I would drive you to Portland if you really wanted. You miss it?"

When Graves said her name, Cleo glanced back over to him, but it didn’t look as though he had any intention of finishing his sentence. She wrapped her arms around her bare legs, suddenly noticing that she was cold out in the woods in pajama shorts and a big shirt. “That’s good,” she said as she looked back at him, happy that magic would be able to help her friend. She rested her chin on her knees. “Yeah,” she confirmed with a small sigh. “A drive might be pretty long though.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Graves saw Cleo wrap her arms around herself and he realized she was cold. Without much difficulty, he pushed himself into a sitting position and untied the flannel from around his waist with his good hand. "Hey, here. Put this on," he held it out to her before turning back to the sky. His eyes fell on the mermaid on her leg and Graves quickly looked away. "Yeah," he nodded, in response to her earlier comment. "I can't wait to be out of this sling. And it would be a long drive, but who doesn't like a roadtrip?" He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them, looking at Cleo again. "Are you warm enough now?"

Cleo noticed the movement behind her, but didn’t turn around until he was holding his flannel out for her. She accepted it with a soft smile and pulled it on, noticing his glance at her leg, but choosing not to comment on it. “Do you like me enough to go on a roadtrip with me?” she teased, then pulled her shirt up a bit so that she could shove her knees into it. “Um, yeah. Are you?”

"Fuck no, Bancroft. I'd get sick of you after a day." Graves stuck his tongue out at Cleo and laughed lightly, making sure she knew he was teasing as well. When she tucked her knees into her shirt, his playful expression turned soft. He scrubbed his face with his hand, mumbling, "oh my gods." He shook his head. "Huh? Oh yeah, I run warm. I'm like a furnace. See?" He held out his arm to her.

“A day?” Cleo asked, somewhat incredulous as she laughed. She tilted her head at him when he rubbed his face, then rested her cheek on her knees. “What?” She scooted a bit closer to him and took his hand, then pressed it to her cheek. “Very warm. Why do boys run so hot?”

"Nah, I take it back. Maybe after a week." He smiled, then shook his head before burying his face in his knees. "You're adorable Bancroft," Graves' voice came out muffled. He didn't raise his head until she took his hand. His bashful expression was gone, replaced with a cocky grin. He arched an eyebrow. "I don't know about other boys, but I run hot because I am hot." He winked.

“Okay, a week I can work with.” She laughed, then bit her lip when he called her adorable. Cleo felt the heat in her cheeks begin to rise slightly, but didn’t drop his hand until after she turned her face and kissed his palm. “You’re the one who says things like ‘ma’am’ and gives me his sweater.” She exhaled a small laugh. “Let’s go with that. So can you be my good luck charm and my personal space heater?”

Graves was surprised when Cleo kissed his palm, the feel of her lips sending a shiver across his skin. It took everything he had to keep his expression neutral as she dropped his hand. He fidgeted with the cropped hem of his shirt. "I was raised in the south! 'Course I say 'ma'am'." He shook his head, exhaling. "I'll always offer you my sweater when you're cold, Bancroft." The way he said it, it sounded like a promise. He held his arm out and nodded his head with a laugh. "Yeah, I think I can do that. C'mere."

Cleo let her eyes drop to his midriff again and she balled her hands around the fabric of his sweater, letting the sleeves cover her hands. She smiled, looking back up at his face. "And that makes you adorable, Cameron." She hadn't expected him to offer her a hug, but she tried to scoot over when he held his arm out. With the way her legs were tucked into her shirt, she ended up flopping over next to him instead, and looked up at him, laughing. "Oh my gods." She wiggled her legs free and then sat up again, this time to lean against him. "This is amazing. I'm hijacking your heat."

Normally, Graves would’ve protested at being called ‘adorable’ but between the sight of Cleo wrapped in his too-large flannel and the glances she kept stealing at him as if he wouldn’t notice, he found that he didn’t really mind. When Cleo toppled over, he put his hand out to help her back up, laughing. He pulled her into his side and after a moment, rested his head on hers. “Take as much of it as you need, I’ve got warmth to spare.”

Cleo wiggled ever closer to Graves, resting her head back against his shoulder. She pulled her hands out from the sleeves finally and pressed one up his shirt, against his back, partially for the shock, but also to see if he was being serious about letting her take as much heat as she wanted. "What if I need it all?"

Graves jolted when Cleo pressed her icy hand against his back, his eyes wide. He never thought someone’s hands could get so cold. “Oh my gods! Bancroft!” He laughed, dodging to the side to escape the chill of her touch. He leaned a little too far to the right, and without his arm to steady himself, started to fall over. “Shit!” He twisted, tipping backwards with a laugh and pulling Cleo down into the grass with him. “How are you that cold?”

Cleo squeaked as she fell beside Graves, but laughed once she was on the ground. “Um, because I’m not wearing pants out in the middle of the woods? You should feel my legs right now, I sure can’t.” She sighed and rolled over to look at the sky again. “Speaking of, I know we haven’t been here long, but would you mind if we headed back to camp soon? Before I turn into a human icicle.”

"Shit, if your hands are that cold, I bet your legs are freezing. I can't have a Croftsicle on my hands." Graves slowly climbed to his feet and reached his hand out to help Cleo up. "C'mon, let's get you home before you're frozen solid. I can't carry you right now," he laughed and flashed her a grin.

Cleo laughed and pushed herself up, taking his hand once she was sitting, and not dropping it once she was standing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried, honestly.” She smiled back at him and pulled him back the way they came, pulling out her phone to use the flashlight this time.

Graves followed Cleo down the path back to the cabins. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t think about tryin’.” He smiled, even though she couldn’t see that he had, and gave her hand a squeeze. “I promised L I wouldn’t do anythin’ that could make my shoulder worse though.” His foot caught on a tree root and he stumbled for a second but quickly righted himself.(edited)

“You dope,” Cleo chastised with a shake of her head, clearly amused. She squeezed his hand back when he almost fell, stopping so that she might be able to help him up. “Oh my gods. You’re gonna have L find me and kill me herself if you fall.” She slowed down a bit so that they could step over roots and branches more easily, eventually finding themselves back out on the path. Once back to her cabin, she kissed his knuckles before dropping his hand so that she could unlock and open the door. “Did you leave anything inside?”

"I'll be fine, I'm fine! L won't come hunt you down," Graves swallowed a laugh, being extra careful not to trip for the remainder of their walk. He bit his lip as Cleo kissed his knuckles, looking away, trying to hide the smile tugging at his the corner of his lips. He looked back at her as she opened the door. "Hmm, I can't remember what I had, other than my flannel."

Cleo tilted her head as she smiled at him and stepped inside. "Huh, that's funny. I don't remember you having a flannel at all."

He stepped inside, right behind her and caught her hand. A grin was plastered to his face. "Ma'am, am I, the son of the god of thieves, bein' robbed right now?"

Cleo turned to look at Graves, grinning mischievously. "Are you? That'd be such a shame."

Graves tugged on Cleo’s hand, pulling her closer. He raised an eyebrow. “That’d be a damn shame, considering that’s my favorite flannel.”

"Oh my gods," Cleo smiled up at Graves as she was pulled in. "You lost your favourite flannel? That's so sad."

“Heartbreakin', really.” He couldn’t stop smiling at her.

"Heartbreaking?" Cleo asked dramatically, touching her hand to her cheek as she gasped softly. "What will we ever do about this?"

"Heartbreakin'," Graves repeated, his expression mournful. He squeezed her hand then tilted his head. "Did you hear that? That, darlin', was the sound of my heart, just shatterin'. It's in a million pieces now." He looked at her with his best puppy dog eyes and sighed dramatically. "I don't know how I'll ever put it back together."

Cleo tried to keep up with the playful energy, but upon being called darlin’ and then immediately being flashed puppy dog eyes, she melted. “Oh my gods, Cameron, don’t look at me like that.” She laughed as she spoked, then stepped backwards, pulling him along by his hand toward her room. “I know about heartbreak, and if there’s anything that can put it back together, it’s ABBA.”

"Like what?! I don't know what you're talkin' about," he laughed, following Cleo as she pulled him into her room. Once inside, he dramatically sank to his knees, still clutching her hand. "Yes, please. I'm beggin' you, Bancroft. Put my heart back together before I just die."

“You know what I’m talking about,” Cleo scoffed. She shook her head at him, then laughed as he dropped down to his knees. “You, Cameron middle name Graves, are too much.” She laughed and pulled her hand free to grab her phone, then pulled up the ABBA radio, put it on shuffle, and pressed a hand to her chest as SOS began to play. She reached for him dramatically and then put a hand to her head as though feeling faint, acting out the lyrics.

"Alexander," he offered simply. Still on his knees, Graves looked up as Cleo put on some music. He ran his hand through his hair and smirked at her, "Cameron Alexander Graves. For future reference." When she began to sing, his expression morphed into one of delight and he burst into laughter, reaching for her just as dramatically.

“Okay,” Cleo answered. “Cameron Alexander Graves, you are too much.” She grabbed his cheeks. “So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me S.O.S” She laughed as she sang and then backed up. “Do you not know this song? Should I change it to another?”

Graves smiled and his nose crinkled as Cleo grabbed his face. He watched her act out the performance, his smile growing as she sang to him. "I've heard it? But I don't know the words. It's a crime, I know." He reached his hand out when she backed up to change the song, "Help me up?"

“You don’t know the words?” Cleo gasped dramatically and reached out to take his hand to help him up. “It is a crime!”

“I know this one!” Once he was on his feet, Graves dramatically clutched his heart and spun around Cleo, acting out the song as he sang. “I've been cheated by you since you know when.”

Cleo laughed at Graves's dramatization. "You should have stayed on your knees for this!" She picked up a hairbrush from her desk and sang into it as though it was a microphone.

"You prefer that?" He raised his eyebrows at her and sunk to his knees again with a smirk, still singing along. Cleo's makeshift microphone made him laugh and he stopped singing for a moment, smiling up at her.

Cleo laughed harder and touched her hand to his cheek as she sang. When the song was over, she smiled, then dropped down to her knees as well so that she could press a palm to his chest. “How’s the heart?”

"It's doin' a little better. Not quite repaired yet, though." Graves covered her hand with his own. "That thief really did a number on me, ma'am. A shame we'll never catch her."

Cleo tossed her hairbrush onto her bed and smiled at him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Can I do anything to help?”

"Hmm..." He dropped Cleo's hand and stood, walking over to her desk chair. Before he sat down, he tapped the flannel draped along the back of the chair and raised an eyebrow at her. It was another one of his; he recognized it immediately but didn't say a word as he their eyes met. Graves sat down in the chair and spun to face Cleo. "Serenade me some more maybe?"

As Graves stood, Cleo pretended not to notice the fact that there was another stolen flannel on her chair. She got to her feet once he was sitting and grinned at him. As the next song began, she clasped her hands. “Ugh, okay, perfect timing. This is my favourite one.” She danced around the room at the intro to Voulez-Vous. She sang along to the song and eventually rested a hand on his shoulder to sing directly to him, taking a break only to laugh.

"Your favorite? Okay, okay." He listened to the song for a moment and realization dawned; she had the title of the song tattooed on her inner elbow, Graves had seen it a few times. He watched her dance and sing along with the song, unable to keep a smile off his face. When Cleo placed her hand on his shoulder, he bit his lip to stifle a laugh and shook his head lightly. "And you say I'm too much, Bancroft."

"You are too much!" She grinned widely at him. "But that doesn't mean that I am not also too much." Cleo pressed her hand into the side of Graves's neck and took a seat on his left leg. "It makes us a good pair, yeah?"

"I- yeah," Graves faltered at her touch. He tilted his chin upward slightly, the movement automatic. "Too much, " he inhaled as she sat down. He felt his cheeks get hot and gave Cleo a curious look. "Debatable," he hummed, wrapping his arm around her waist to make sure she didn't fall if he moved. "Who's askin'?"

Cleo tilted her head at him, pleased as he moved his arm around her. She ran her thumb over his jaw. "I just did, didn't you hear me?" she joked.

Graves closed his eyes, leaning into her touch for a moment. After Cleo's comment, he tried to come up with a clever retort, but found himself to flustered to say anything at all. Not wanting to ignore her completely, Graves made a sound in acknowledgement. He opened his eyes and stared at her in a daze, chin still tilted upward, feeling her fingers trace their way across his jaw.

Cleo was glad that the music was still playing, since the moment of silence between them was enough to make her stomach flip. She lifted her hand to rest in her lap instead and looked away from him, but didn't move. "What's your favourite ABBA song?"

When Cleo dropped her hand from his jaw, a small frown flashed across Graves' face, but as quick as it had appeared, it vanished. Since she made no move to get up, he kept his arm around her waist, reclining slightly in the chair. "Hmm...'Does Your Mother Know?' is a good one. But 'Waterloo' and 'Andante' are also great." He smiled at her. "I assume your favorites are the two inked on your arms?" His gaze drifted from her eyes, across her lips, and finally arrived at the words tattooed to her inner elbows.

Cleo looked back at him as he leaned back, and rested a hand on his chest with a small smile. "Those are all amazing songs. I think they're in my top five more often than not." She turned a bit to face him as she flipped her arms out to show them off, as though they were visible under the flannel she was wearing. "Sure are. It'd be kinda silly otherwise." She laughed.

"Did you doubt my taste in music?" Graves asked, willfully ignoring the accelerated pace of his heart. He silently prayed to the gods that Cleo couldn't feel it racing through his chest. He grinned, "I love that. I don't have any musical tattoos...yet."

"Not too much, but not knowing the words earlier knocked you down a peg." Cleo smiled as she shook her head. "Do you know what you'd get, and where?" She leaned against him and tilted her head, looking down at him as if surveying where she'd put a tattoo on his body.

He laughed at that and gave her a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m not sure, but...” Graves paused, shifting so Cleo could lean against him without pressing again his injured arm. He followed her gaze and smiled, continuing his train of thought. “Maybe you could help me decide.”

Cleo made sure not to put too much of her weight down into Graves, pushing some of the weight into where her toes met the ground. “Hm.” She pressed her lips together and ran her fingers along the collar of her shirt, running them from his collarbone to the nape of his neck. She met his eyes once more. “Both? What’s your favorite song? One you could never get sick of?”

Cleo’s fingers on his neck tickled and Graves tried not to squirm beneath her touch. He closed his eyes briefly, breathing in through his nose. When he opened them again, he met Cleo’s brown eyes with his hazel ones and smiled softly. “Both, why not? That’s your thing right?” Graves dropped his arm for a second, so that he could tap two fingers to the tattoos on her leg. Tapping turned into lightly tracing one of her tattoos and he quickly stopped himself, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. “My favorite song? Bancroft, gods.” He hooked his arm around her waist again, this time pulling her slightly closer, humming as he thought of a song. “Fuck, I dunno. Something by the Front Bottoms probably,” he paused, then mumbled. “Can’t think...um...maybe ‘Twin Sized Mattress’? Have you, um, heard of them?”

As she reached the nape of his neck, Cleo rested her arm on Graves’s shoulder and played with the hair at the back of his head idly, glancing down as he touched her leg. She bit her lip, smiling slightly when he started tracing over her tattoos, goosebumps prickling her arms as he did. She leaned into him as he pulled her closer, and tilted her head to scan his face. “I, uh, no, I don’t think so. Maybe if you played one of their songs?” She checked the front pocket of the flannel and pulled out her phone with the hand not playing with Graves’s hair. “What were they called?”

Graves relaxed, feeling Cleo run her fingers through his hair. Even though his hair was trimmed shorter in the back than on top, his waves were still long enough for her fingers to twine through. He smiled and bit his lip as Cleo tilted her head towards him. “The Front Bottoms, thought I’m not sure if you’ll like ‘em.”

Cleo turned on the song once she found it, and leaned against Graves as she listened, letting her hand travel further up the back of his head through his hair. She waited until the song was over to speak again, looking at him seriously. "They're not really my kind of music, but... they seem very you." She nodded. "I don't think I got all the lyrics, but it seems potent. You should get the words jaws theme song tattooed onto you."

He tipped his head back so Cleo didn’t have to reach very far to play with his hair. As the song played, Graves was hit with a wave of nostalgia. The song reminded him of summers back home, spent driving his friends around in his beat-up pickup truck: windows down, music blasting. The song ended and the weight of Cleo’s look dragged him out of his memory. “I love them, they make me think of summer.” Graves grinned, trying not to laugh. “I dunno about that phrase, but I’d let you give me a tiny shark tooth tattoo. Maybe. As for lyrics I’d want tattooed? I’ve always liked contribute to the chaos - what do you think?” He nudged her with his shoulder. “Put on ‘Peach’, you’ll like that one better.”

"I love things like that." She smiled, thinking about things that reminded her of home, of a certain feeling. "It's like how a smell can whip you straight back into a classroom when you were in third grade." Cleo grinned. "You'd let me give you a shark tooth tattoo? I'll absolutely hold you to that, you know. I think that phrase is pretty perfect for you, though," she said, still carding her fingers through his hair. She nodded and changed the song, slowly untangling herself from him so that she could sit up and press her hand to her hot cheek. "Gods," she exhaled the word. "This song is really cute."

“What smell takes you back to your third grade classroom?” Graves pressed his cheek to his shoulder, hiding his laughter. He turned back to face her. “Absolutely, yeah. I love that line. Honestly, Bancroft, I’d let you give me a few tattoos.” He nuzzled his head into her hand, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his unruly hair. When she changed the song, he turned to watch her face, humming softly along. “Cute, yeah. I love that one. I don’t know if they have any other songs you’d like, though. What’s your favorite non-ABBA song?”

“Hush up, I was talking figuratively.” Cleo laughed, trying not to sound too embarrassed. “Like you know when you hear a song or smell something and it takes you right back to a specific moment and it’s just so... whatever.” She shook her head and then smiled at him again. “Good. Once you’re healed up, come to me and I can give you one. It’ll be hand-poked so make sure you want something small or are prepared for it to hurt a bit.” She squinted as she tried to think, though it seemed like all the songs she knew left her head the moment he asked. “At the moment? Do you know Tegan and Sara?”

"Hey, I knew what you were talkin' about! There's a lot of songs that do that for me." He nudged her again and smiled, reassuring her that he hadn't been making fun of her. As she talked about tattoos, Graves' eyes glinted with mischief. "Only one? Well, alright. I think I can handle one hand-poke. Haven't you seen how many tattoos I have?" He laughed, pausing for a moment to think of the artist Cleo had named. "I don't think so? Play me your favorite of their songs?" With a soft smile, he quietly added, "Please?"

Cleo pouted down at Graves but smiled at him after a moment. "Okay, tough guy, in that case, I'll give you ten." She pressed her lips together and flushed, ducking her face away from him as he asked for her to play the song. She played it and stood, shaking her head at him. "You asked for this song without knowing... but it's impossible not to dance to." She laughed and started swaying around, then started jumping around as the beat picked up, laughing as she spun and held out a hand to him.

Graves scrunched his nose and laughed. "Ten? I can handle it, bring it on." He grinned and flexed his bicep, as if that would prove just how tough he was. He bopped his head along to the first few notes of the song, standing to take Cleo's hand with a bright smile. They danced for a few minutes, Graves laughing as he tried to keep up with her. He lifted his arm to twirl Cleo and pulled her close to him just before the song ended. His cheeks flushed and he looked away, breathless from dancing.

Cleo laughed, dancing along with him as she sang a few parts of the song. She took a moment to catch her breath and then grinned up at him and pulled away. “So that’s walk, check, dramatic karaoke, check. Anything else on the agenda?”

“Nah, I think we just about covered it all.” Graves stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled, flashing Cleo a sheepish grin.

“How dare you yawn.” Cleo laughed, stifling her own yawn as she took a seat on her bed. “It’s cool, I’m getting tired too. Gods, what an exciting Saturday night. Karaoke and in bed before midnight.”

Graves yawned again, trying not to laugh. "Don't forget hiking and stargazing. Ma'am you've had too much excitement for one night. I should- um," he gestured vaguely in the direction of the door.

Cleo smiled and watched him from where she sat on her bed. “Yeah.” She bit her lip. “Is it, um, hard to sleep with your shoulder like that?”

Graves blinked, “Oh, um. Yeah, I‘m supposed to keep the sling on and try sleep on my back but it’s not...that easy.”

She pursed her lips. “Would it be easier if, like, someone slept with you to make sure you stayed on your back? I mean, maybe you’re just a back sleeper, but, I dunno, I was just... thinking, I guess.”

His ears pinked as Graves tried not to smile. “It...would definitely be easier. I usually, um, sleep on my side.” He raised an eyebrow, “Is that, like, are you asking me to stay?”

Cleo half-rolled her eyes but stopped herself because yes, that was indeed what she was asking him. “Not if you don’t want to. Just, like, if you wanted to.” She felt her face grow hot.

“Really?” Graves looked away, hiding his goofy smile. “Yeah, I want to. You sure that’s okay?” He glanced back up at her, grinning from ear to ear.

Cleo pulled her shirt collar up over her nose so that he couldn’t see her smile. “Um, yeah, so long as you don’t mind a twin-point-five,” she said, letting her shirt drop back down as she patted her bed. “And do you need to borrow some sort of toothbrush? Or a shirt to sleep in?”

“Nah, I don’t- I don’t mind at all. A toothbrush would be great.” Graves rubbed his eye, a wave of exhaustion settling in now that they were talking about sleep. “Um, I can just? Sleep in this, I guess.”

"Okay." Cleo nodded and stood. She walked through her door and motioned for him to follow, leading them to her bathroom. She squatted down to look below the sink and pulled out a pack of cheap toothbrushes, then handed him one. "Got these a while back. So handy when your friends need to stay over because they're too drunk." She glanced up at him. "Or just cause." She smiled a bit and picked up her own toothbrush so that she could brush her teeth.

He followed Cleo into the bathroom, accepting the toothbrush with a quiet, “Thanks.” Graves brushed his teeth in silence, standing shoulder to shoulder with Cleo. He met her eyes in the bathroom mirror and winked, smiling around the toothbrush.

As she brushed her teeth, Cleo tried not to think about Bring it On, and instead tried to think about dental hygiene. She exhaled a small laugh through her nose, then spit, rinsed, and raised her eyebrows at him as she continues to brush her teeth.

Graves raised his eyebrows in return, spit, rinsed, and continued to brush his teeth, trying all the while not to laugh.

Cleo spit again and snorted as she rinsed out her mouth, leaning against the sink as she descended into a fit of giggles.

Graves finished brushing his teeth, looking at Cleo as he rinsed his toothbrush. "What? Do I have toothpaste on my face?"

“No.” She laughed, not quite sure as to why she was laughing. “You were giving me a look.”

Graves squinted, smirking. "Was I? Maybe it was just my normal expression."

Cleo shook her head, still grinning, as she clipped her hair back. “Well I guess you just have a funny normal expression, then.” She splashed water on her face.

"Harsh, Bancroft," he laughed, running a hand through his hair and moving to lean against the doorframe.

After Cleo washed her face, she turned to Graves, flushed, and led him back to her room, where she took off his flannel and draped it over his other flannel on the back of her chair. She looked from her bed to him and tilted her head. “I guess you can sleep on the outside and I’ll weigh you down on your left side? So you can’t roll over.”

Graves eyed Cleo's desk chair, shaking his head. "Are you just collectin' my flannels? Is that the fee to be graced with your presence?" He eyed her bed. "Um, yeah. That works, I guess." He blushed.

Cleo exhaled a laugh and climbed into bed. “Fee for being graced with my presence. I like that, yeah, let’s call it that.” She patted the space beside her. “If you wanna just walk home and not have me wrapped around you like an anchor that cool too.”

"Oh, no. Please. No, I'm stayin'." Graves blinked a few times, feeling his contacts still in his eyes. He knew he was going to regret sleeping in them come morning, but right now, he couldn't give a damn. He adjusted the strap of his sling and got into bed, taking the spot beside Cleo a little hesitantly.

Cleo shifted over as he got into bed and leaned over to turn her lamp off. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness to adjust her position against him. She rested her head on his shoulder but didn’t immediately wrap around him. “Comfy?”

Graves blinked in the darkness, then stretched out his arm so Cleo could rest more comfortably on him. He took a deep breath, feeling his cheeks get hot. "Um, yeah. Yes. Are you?"

Cleo cuddled closer to him, shifting a bit so that she was more comfortable. She hummed, then rolled over, still against him, and wrapped both of her arms around his, hugging it to her chest. “Yeah.”

"Okay, good," he answered, his voice low. Graves smiled as Cleo wrapped herself around his arm and pulled her a tiny bit closer. "Thanks for letting me stay," he whispered.

Cleo pressed her cheek against his arm and hooked her foot around his ankle. “Thanks for being my body pillow space heater,” she whispered back.

Graves let his eyes drift closed. "Anytime, Bancroft," he mumbled, voice heavy with sleep now that his head was on a pillow.

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