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calientecoochie · 3 years

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It Happened So Fast-

•3•

Kirishima told you he was going to pick you up around 8. Which gives you abouttttt two hours to get ready. That’s manageable right? You shower, get all primped and pretty and, now for the clothes.

-Three days earlier-

The outfit Kiri -overall Mina- picked out for you was hard not NOT to get attention in. You can even remember Mina’s singsong voice, “ You’re going with THE Red Riot, Y/N. He’s already flashy! You HAVE to match his energy! This bland shizz has got to go! Here tryyyyy THIS!” She held up the most risqué thing you’ve ever seen. It was still classy but, places were low when they were supposed to be high, cutouts and, glitz/glam. The works.

-Present-

You’re not too sure how the pair got you’re measurements to the t. Going to have to ask that question later.

Just as you were finishing up, a car pulling up could be heard. A red Aston Martin. You didn’t expect anything less... Opening the door, you were greeted with fresh, crisp, night air. This all felt so...nice like, you could actually breathe. Carpe diem and all of that.

“W-wait! Wait right there, Y/N!” You froze, confused. Kiri power walked towards the front of your door. He gingerly closed the door on your face and knocked on it.

You smirked coyly and opened the door. You lean on the doorframe and crossed your arms, “ Really, Kirishima?” You laugh, “You’re too of a gentlemen...”

“Don’t like it” He looked perplexed.

“I’ll get over it.” You joked and threw Red a wink. You took his extended hand and got lead back to his car. “Wow, your car is gorgeous...”

“I could say the same about you.” Eijirou begins to rub his neck, “ You’re outfit and like, your face because you don’t have a car here, haha!” Uh oh, he’s beginning to nervous banter.

“Thank you, Red. You look handsome. Let’s get to the Gala before traffic gets any heavier.” He beamed and nodded.

The car ride over is pleasant. Traffic was okay (it’s been heavier, especially going towards downtown), within the car has been relatively silent but it’s obvious that you two just enjoy the other’s company. At some point, Kirishima threw his arm over the back of your seat. You could not help yourself and focused on the viens in his hands or how his muscular build strained against some parts of his suit. What’s his exercise regimen? How would a hug feel? How long you were looking? You don’t know. The music was low, seems like the whole squad was into the same stuff. Maybe you should try having a conversation?

“Soooo~” you drum your hands on his dashboard, “Kirishima, do you like hero work? Anything, interesting happened?” You curse yourself mentally. Of course he would like hero work!

“Hmmm, yeah! I love it. Cant really see myself doing anything else...” He keeps his eyes focused on the road but it’s obvious his brain is elsewhere, “Some days are harder than others but, there are great day too of course! I get to meet so many cool people. I met you.” His gives you a quick smile, “ Oooohh, let me tell you about this time I was saving these people from a bu-“

Now this car ride is getting livelier. Red is so animated when talking about his experiences. He so passionate... it’s nice :).

-At The Hero’s Gala-

You could not see a single star in the pitch, black sky; the venue was so bright. Practically blinding. How many of these did these Pros have to attend?! You don’t mind being the center of attention but, this is WAY too much. At least you’re not alone. You guess.

“YYY/NNN!! YOU MADE IT! THAT LOOKS SO BOMB ON YOU!”

You could not even process the blur of pink barreling towards you and Kirishima before it practically tackled you (thankfully not to the ground).

Mina squished your cheeks together, “Ah~! You look so gorgeous! Especially you’re hair-!”

It seems like she was about to ask you something else but Red picked her up from under arms and gingerly put her to the side, “Come on, Mina, if we don’t hurry inside we’ll be late-“

Mina waggles a finger towards Kirishima, “Tuh tuh, fashionably late.”

“Late is late, Mina”

“Since when we’re you such a stickler about time 😩! Don’t act brand new just because you got a boo-“

“HEY HEY!” Kiri claps his hands together-loudly- a few times, “Where’s your plus 1, M?”

“Hmm? Wh-She was just beside me! Don’t tell me they just went inside~ Ughhh, where could they be at?” Mina pulls out here phone, “I’ll see you inside, Y/N! Save me a seat beside you!”

“Okay, Mina!” You give her a thumbs up as a sweaty, blushy Kirishima rushed you towards the Gala’s entrance.

•

You had thought this whole extravaganza would be exhilarating! Exciting! A completely new experience! It kind of sucked. The venue was gorgeous, all pretty and made up. The people were chatting amongst themselves sometimes forgetting about the announcer. The food is great.

You sat beside Kirishima and left the two chairs to your right empty for Mina and her date. Your table was between Bakugo’s and Denki’s. To be frank, there was was never truly a lull, especially when the two blondes spoke to their redhead friend. You could really understand since they were speaking a bit too fast and adding slang you haven’t heard before. Bakugo was always threatening and Denki was just acting like a crackhead. It wasssss fun.

A bit later, it seemed like everyone mellowed out (probably thanks to the alcohol) and started mingling amongst each other. You guess you should start too, this whole thing is for the agency.

As you try to get get up, you feel a firm palm settle on your thigh, lightly pushing you back down, “Relax, Y/N. Bakubro finally left and Denk is off flirting...” You settle back into your seat, “The Agency will still be standing still be there. Just enjoy yourself.” He takes a swig of a soda, keeping his eyes forward as if he was focusing on something but, nothing interesting was in that direction as far as you could see.

“I hope Mina found her date...”

“She probably did. She’s pretty good at finding people.”

“Not going to drink?”

“Mmmm, we got to get home. I’m also much more comfortable drinking at home. I think they water it down at the events now due to...” he makes a painful face, “last time.

“Last time?”

“N’yeah...Some hero got super trashed and just let loose.”

The two of you stare at each other for a bit then start to laugh.

“Mm, I wouldn’t drink either then, I guess! Afraid you’ll say something you don’t mean, Red?”

“PFFT, no! All I have to say are good things. It’s just if I pay for a drink, I don’t want it to be watered down. What’s your excuse?”

“Welll, I thought I was going to be promoting our company. Guess not now.”

“So again, what’s your excuse?”

“Mmmm, I like having my wits”

Just as Kiri was about to reply, you both heard a voice from across the floor, “FINALLY FOUND YOU TWO” it was Mina and her absolutely stunning date. “What are you two just sitting down?! Let’s liven up this place! To the dance floor!” As if either was you had a choice.

Red had absolutely NO rhythm but that didn’t really stop you. The two of you spent the rest of night dancing away (along with Mina’s guidance at times). It was almost perfect.

•

Kirishima and you trudged back to his red, luxury car.

“Uwaaaa! My feet!” Kiri exclaimed, “When I usually dance it never hurts this bad~”

“That’s because you were dancing right, Kirishima.”

“Tsk, I am not that bad. That first move I busted always kill~”

“Yeah, yeah, people probably.”

“Hey, rude~” He opens the car door for you, “let’s get you home. Traffic shouldn’t be too heavy.”

“Thank you, Red.” He gives you a smirk as he shuts your door.

As it was before, the car ride was hella quiet, more so due to being tired. You look to the driver’s side of the car at Kirishima. His eyes were half lidded and focused on the cars in front of him... or so you thought.

“Hmm, caught the staring bug again?” You quickly turn back forward, caught off guard, “I’m just messing with you, Y/N, I don’t mind.” He flung his arm around the back of your seat again.

I guess it’s our time to talk, “Ha, I just can’t help it. You’re so nice and tonight has been really fun. It’s all been really fun. That and (I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy) your physique is amazing! I can tell you put a lot of care into it.”

“Haha, well, I have to!”

“Of course, of course, hahaa..” you start to break into a cold sweat.

Kiri notices the lull, takes his arm from behind your seat and instead takes your left hand and intertwines both of your fingers together. His hand practically engulfs yours and it’s so clammy.

“Uhh, hope you, don’t mind..” Kirishima says bashfully.

“Nope!” Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth, “Not at all. You’re hand is very soft...”

The car went silent again, hands still tangled together. Both enjoying the nighttime view and the somewhat muted sounds coming from the cars surrounding you guys.

-Back At Y/N’s Home-

Kirishima walked you to your door, “Welp, here we are.” He rubs the back of his neck, “S’thanks for being my da- company and all. It was- it was super fun, yeah.”

You were digging around for your keys but still listening to you stuttering boss, “Hm, hm. It was super fun for me to. Especially getting to experience the Hero Gala!” Finally, you found your keys and opened your door. You turn towards Kiri and he looks as if he is about to pass out, “Uhm, Red? Do you want to crash here? I don’t really think you should drive back-“

“Oh no, I couldn’t! I’m fine, I promise-“

“Then at least let me make you some coffee or something with caffeine, Red...”

“...Yeah, I will take you up on that..”

The pair of you step inside and you lead Kiri to the sofa, “Here, just relax.”

He slumps against the arm and lays his head against his forearm. “Thank youuu~” Yeah, he sounds like he is about to knock out.

You gently shake his form, “Here, Red, drink up.” He doesn’t say anything, he takes the cup drink from it and just stares down into it.

“Is it nasty?”

“<Wha-what? Oh, no, it’s delicious>” pfft, he’s so out of it he didn’t even realize he started speaking Japanese.

“<Want to speak in your mother tongue?>” He seems to wake up a bit more.

“Ha, sorry. Hey, Y/N?” Kiri drums his fingers against the side of his cup.

“Mm?”

“Do you have anyone waiting for you?”

“Uhm, no? I mean I have my family but I can’t say they are really waiting for me...” you ponder his question, “Why’d you ask?”

“...” He seems to be reluctant in whatever he is trying to do. You can really get read on him. He looks scared? Kiri sets him lukewarm cup down on the side table and stares deeply into yours eyes.

“Red?”

He grabs your hands.

“Kiri”

He starts to pull you closer

“Kirishima??”

“It’s Eijirou.”

He pulls you into a passionate kiss. It felt so desperate and longing. The need for oxygen being long forgotten between the two of you.

This was going to be a long night.

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leelee10898 · 3 years

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A miss match Christmas: matched for disaster.

Hello everyone! Hope you all are having fun reading and writing these awesome Christmas fics! This is my submission for our 12 days of fictmas: 2020 edition, hosted by myself and @emichelle . This comes from the VIP book miss match.. granted the book is not over but, im my head Jack x MC (Callie) have both become CEO of two's company and are married.. this jumps a few years into the future.

The sound of heels could be heard on the slick marbled floor from down the hall. He kept his head forward, eyes trained on the laptop in front of him. As the clicking grew closer, his lips curled up into a smile. "I thought you were heading home?" He could hear the laugh in her voice, he finally looked up to meet her eyes. Those eyes, that intoxicating smile, it was what drew him in the first time they met. It was 4 years ago on valentines day, in her fathers crowded bar. "I could say the same for you." He chuckled.

She walked over to the desk, standing behind him leaning down to see what he was working on. Her long brown hair brushed against his cheek. "Last minute additions to the Christmas party, Jack?" She eyed him, he casually shrugged his shoulders. "And how many clients will be in attendance now?" Her fingers hovered over the mouse, clicking the guest list, her eyes widened in shock. "He is coming?" Jack gave her a knowing look as she stood up striaght. "Now Callie, I know what you're thinking but, wasn't it you who said, and I quote 'everyone deserves to find love, no matter what' ?" He gave her a smug smile.

"Yes," Callie spoke through gritted teeth. "But this guy is accident prone. We will have to tie the decorations down with steel ropes, not to mention no open flames. The wait staff will need helmets.." she began to ramble. Jack chuckled as he stood to calm his pacing partner. "It will be ok,Callie. Just relax."

Two weeks later…

Callie stood toeards the back of the room, her eyes constantly scanning for the one person she would have to be on constant look out for. The worry leaving a crease between her eyes. "Have you moved from this spot at all?" She heard his smooth baritone come up beside her.

"No." She casually spoke, not taking her eyes off the door. Jack shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him as he handed her a champagne flute. "You're cute when you're flustered,Cal. Just Relax."

Just as he spoke a tall man came into view, callie sucked in a panicked breath and sat her glass on the table. Jack placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and turned her face towards his with his free hand. "We will approach him together, he is here to find a match just like everyone else is." Callie nodded and the two crossed the room.

"Thomas Haught, it's good to see you again. You remember my partner,Callie?" Jack spoke, extending his hand. Thomas reached out to shake it, missing completely and knocking the glass out of Jack's other hand.

"Jack." Callie groaned under her breath.

"I am so, so sorry Jack." Thomas apologized. "I am such a klutz, maybe I shouldn't have come."

"It's ok Tom,You are perfectly fine. Try to relax, everyone is here for the same reason. Why dont you grab a bite to eat and we will meet up in a few." Jack smiled politely.

Thomas nodded and headed towards the elaborate buffet table,Callie began to panick "Jack, you just sent him to get food, alone. There are flames under those trays, what if he," callies eyes widened in horror as she watched Thomas's sleeve catch fire. It was quickly put out by a server. "You see!" She shrieked.

"Ok, so maybe Toms a little bit accident prone. Which is why we need to find someone who is a great care giver for him." He chuckled, Callie rolled her eyes and walked away.

As the night went on Callie tailed Thomas. In his wake he managed to trip a waiter carrying a full tray of cranberry and brie with crackers. Knocked over the ice sculpture and elbowed a match maker in the face, blackening his eye. Tom sat at a table alone, Callie was able to relax a little as she watched him slump his shoulders in defeat. If he was sitting, he couldn't be that much of a threat.

Thomas was a handsome man, he was tall and had a thin build. He was in his early thirties and a client of the company's for several years. He was thought to be an 'un matchable' but that didn't stop Jack from trying. She recalled his file in her head. The man volunteered with underprivileged children, he owned his own company and was a volunteer fire fighter. How he managed to not cause more damage with that last part was beyond her.

As she stood there staring at him, she began to feel that familar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had spent so much time preparing for disaster that she could not let herself willingly try to match this man. That's when the match maker spark came to life. "I know that look, you found your fire." Jacks strong arms wrapped around her waist. "I told you to stop fighting yourself, you were going to lose." He chuckled as his lips found the base of her neck.

"Why is it that the man can rush into burning buildings without falling through the steps, or the place falling in on him. But he can't walk an open room without tripping on a loose thread in the carpet?" She softly hummed.

"It's probably the adrenaline, that and a mix of confidence." Jack answered. "When is this party over again?" His lips exploring her exposed skin.

"That's it!" She quickly spun around in his arms. "You're a genius,Jack! And that's why I married you." She quickly kissed him. "You're a genius." She murder against his lips before turning and walking away.

"What did I do? No clue?" He spoke to himself, shaking his head and following her across the room.

"Having a good time, Thomas?" The sound of Callies voice made Thomas jump up. His knees hit the table and knocked over several drinks and his chair. "I'm so sorry, why am I such a spaz?" Thomas groaned as he lifted a glass off the table. "It's ok Tom, just leave it. The staff will clean it up." By this time Jack had joined the two, giving Callie a confused look.

"Walk with us, will you?" Callie motioned to Thomas. Thomas wrung his hands nervously, tripping over his own feet. "This is hopeless, maybe I should just go home. I can't even walk without tripping over my own feet, how am I supposed to find love? I would probably accidentally harm them somehow."

Callie held up her hand, motioning around the room at the various people. Some couples that had just connected, others just mingling trying to find a spark. "Do you think any one of these people are perfect? That they don't all have some kind of quirk? Some personal issues? Because I will tell you, nobody is perfect. Tell me Thomas do you have any mishaps when you're running into a burning building?"

Tomas searched his mind. "Ah, no. No I can't say that I have."

"And why do you think that is?" She pressed.

"Adrenaline? I don't have time to think I just do it." He shrugged, a smile spread across her face as Thomas began to connect the dots.

"I think you have the potential to be a great someone to somebody, you just need to stop over thinking it and be yourself." Callie patted him on the shoulder. Thomas looked to Jack who nodded his head in agreement. "She's right you know. She's always right."

As the three stood there, Jack with his arms around Callie and Thomas scanning the room with a new found sense of pride, he noticed a couple getting a little too hot and heavy by the enormous 10 foot Christmas tree. He watched in horror as it began to sway just as a pretty petite dark haired woman stood right in the path of destruction. Thomas set off in a sprint across the room, he grabbed the woman by the waist yanking her out of the way just in time as the tree crashed to the ground. The pair tumbled on the floor, Thomas landing practically on top of the woman.

Callie and Jack ran over to the pair as Thomas perched up to look down on the raven haired beauty, shock written all over her face.

"I'm sorry for the crash landing miss but, I couldn't let such a gorgeous creature be crushed to death by a massive tree." He gave her a cheesy grin as he helped her up.

"Oh my god, Maggie are you ok?" Callie wrapped her assistant in her arms.

"I'm perfect, thanks to my Hero over here. " Maggie blushed as she motioned towards Thomas.

" oh im no hero miss." He gave her a bashful smile.

"Anyone who risks being impaled by a rogue tree is definitely a hero in my book. I owe you one." Maggie flirted.

"All in a day's work, mam." Thomas blushed awkwardly. He looked to callie and Jack, callie giving him an encouraging nod.

"Would you ah, would you like to grab a drink?"

Maggie looked to Callie and Jack, twos companys no dating clients or co-workers policy used to be iron clad, until Jack and Callie showed Veronica just how stupid the rule could be. Technically it wasn't encouraged to date clients but, Maggie wasn't a match maker and Thomas was actually perfect for her.

"You two have fun." Callie winked as she grabbed Jack by the arm leading him away as the banquet halls staff began cleaning up the tree fiasco. They walked out onto the balcony, the cold New York air causing immediate goosebumps on callies skin. Jack noticed, shrugging off his jacket and draping it Over her shoulders. "You know if you asked me 4 years ago if I would be here, like this in this moment I would have told you, you were crazy." He spoke softly, his gaze fixed on his wife. " of course I always knew I would be CEO." He gave a cocky chuckle.

"And now?" She challenged.

"Now I cant begin to believe my life. I never thought I would share everything with someone I am truly head over heels in love with. I love you Callie Munroe, you never stop amazing me with everything you do. And just when I think you couldn't possibly amaze me more, you go and give us a family."

Callies eyes widened, she hadn't told him yet. She found out they were expecting a week ago and planned on telling him Christmas morning. "How did you know?"

"I know everything about you, Callie. I can not wait to be a dad, this will be our greatest chapter yet. Merry Christmas." He leaned in placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Jack."

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minichedders · 5 years

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high stakes 0.1

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Your small black heels clicked against the wooden pleated floor, echoing in the empty, white hallways, pictures of you and the family spread across the wall every so often, in between pieces of expensive art pieces and photography canvases. The white dress you were wearing blended in with the white, light hallway, your skin shining and glowing against the composition, complimenting your bright eyes and hair. The familiar dark red oak door came into your view as you huffed, tucking in your hair away from your face, the faint beating of your heart skipping every so often you had no reason to be nervous, but the sudden urgent texts and calls from your father had always worried you, especially with the fact that his security had almost tripled since the last time you visited.

Three light knocks landed on the door, your palms slightly clammy and shaking as the reached for the handle, twisting gently, emphasising the faint squeak it gave off, and the moaning of the great oak double doors. The first thing you noticed was your father, dark suit, dark facial features and his slumped body language, his age and tiredness practically flooding the room's atmosphere, and you almost cried at the sight of him. The second thing you noticed, was the man in front of you, how hadn't turned toward you, so all you could see was his dark brown curls, his tall stature and position in the office chair, if you hadn't known any better, you would assume your father was in a meeting but you had been cleared to come inside.

“Hi Daddy,” You said, walking around the large dark desk, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your fathers cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin gentle whilst giving him a loving smile as he looked up at you, and all you saw was a broken puppy, lost and tired, which broke your heart.

“Hello sweet pea, please sit down,” You father replied, motioning to the second office chair placed next to the stranger. Now you had a good look at him, and it took your breath away, his dark eyes where solely focuses on you, building your nerves as they looked you up and down. You walked over, sitting down next to him, trying not to keep close o the intoxicating smell that leaked off the man's body.

“What's going on dad?” You asked, you fingers fidgeting as you bounced your foot up and down, tapping against the floor rhythmically.

“Sweet pea, this is Tom, your new appointed bodyguard,” Your father said, nearly choking on his words as he watched your face fall, confusion, shock and little anger fell over you as you stayed speechless.

“Since I have merged with another business we had to make a lot of changes, I have received multiple threats, which doesn't bother me, but now they are using you as a target as well, so I need to keep you safe,” You dad started, and every so often, your eyes would travel form your father to the man next to you, who had been looking at you since you sat down, making you feel slightly nauseous. "So, Tom will be staying with you until we can eliminate the threat,"

You sat for a while, both your father and Tom looking at you, waiting for your reaction as you stayed motionless. You blinked multiple times over, trying to calm your swirling mind, making you dizzy, shaking your head slightly as you looked at your father.

"He's staying with me?" Dad, have you really thought this through? It cant be that serious, I can look after myself," You said, turning sour as you hear Tom scoff beside you, causing you to look him up and down with a dirty look on your face; you must admit, he was beyond attractive, but a bodyguard. Really?

"Yes, until I can be sure you are safe on your own, you need to be nice to Tom, and do anything and everything he tells you too, I'm sorry sweet pea," You father said, and your bitterness built up; you didnt want a stranger living with you, just when you had gotten to the routine of being by yourself, walking around in basically nothing whilst eating a shit ton of pot noodle, now you had to wear clothes and cook meals for you both.

"Don't even fucking bother," You sighed, standing up and leaving. You flooded with guilt as you remembered your fathers face, but you stood your ground, walking down the same hallways and making your way back to your car, saying hello to the familiar security and maids that roamed through.

Before you could even pull open the car door, it slammed shut in front of you, Toms body coming into view before you as you rolled your eyes to the heavens.

"Seriously? I can't even drive?" You scoffed, shoving the car keys harshly into his chest as you rounded the car and made your way to the passenger's seat.

"Why are you so against this?" Tom said, staring the car and pulling ou the gravel driveway.

"Normally the security doesn't talk to the client, just saying," You remarked, thinking about all the films and book you had studied, where the security guards took place in the background, but then in your previous experiences, you were always close and friendly with the staff your father hired.

"What about Princess Diaries? Don't they fall in love" Tom said, laughing to himself as you ignored him. You were surprised, he didnt seems like the kind of guy that would watch cheesy chick flics, but here you were. The short car journey was filled with silence, it was uncomfortable, biting away at your skin as you watched the familiar scenery pass you by. You had always stayed close to your father, mainly because of his guilt-tripping about abandoning him, but this way the only way you could be your own person and grow up, which your father also resented.

a mix of anger and anxiety coursed through your veins as you got out of the parked car and into your house, disregarding any emotional or physical response Tom had to your brisk actions. It was unnecessary for him to be here, to live here, you had always received a threat and you didnt understand why this was any different. But you sighed again at the recurring image of your ill father.

Once you opened the door, you threw the keys into the bowl beside the entrance, the jingle and crashing making you wince at the scurring silence. You could feel Toms presence behind you, hear his breath in and heavily breath outwards again, and you could hear your heartbeat racing faster than electric; you knew that no matter how hard you could try you wouldn't be able to ignore him, or his insanely good looks.

You gave him a brief tour of the apartment; showing him the kitchen and bar, the living room and how to work the controls of the room and of course his bedroom and en-suite, and you wished he would settle in and keep to himself for the most part; but you knew it was wishful thinking.

“Wheres your room then, sweetheart?” He said, his gorgeous frame leaning against the door frame, arms folded and a sly smirk on his face, looking you up and down as you rolled your eyes. You wanted to bite back and tell him to shove it, but you decided it wasn't fair; this was his job after all, and it was only to protect you.

“Down the hall the left, and don't you dare even think about coming in uninvited or without knocking or ill have you fired before you can even blink,” you said, a flirtatious hint somehow ending up in your meant to be threatening sentence, you huffed again and left, feeling his deep brown eyes stare at you as you walk away, locking yourself in your bedroom and falling dramatically on the soft, white silk sheets.

It felt odd to you, having someone in the house that you can't really treat as a welcomed guest, but not a staff member either; Tom was now a permanent residence in your home, and that would take some getting used too; you now had to be careful around your own home, not wear, do, say anything to risque or harsh, not sing in the shower to your hearts content, go to the toilet with the door open, lay in your underwear on the balcony recliner, all the small things you now couldn't do with Toms company. You decided that this may be a good thing though; there was no doubt in your mind that Tom was attractive, unbearably so, but this meant that you had no control of your action, you will either act like a nervous prick who can't stand up for herself or become a mean, walls up, closed off person with anger issues; really there was no telling what could happen.

But for now, you grabbed your favourite book and changed into your pyjama shorts and a crop top, even though it was around 3pm, and sat on the balcony recliner, to induld]ge oni some much-needed vitamin d.

Tom found it amusing, the way your eyebrows and nose would furrow and scrunch up to read the words on the cream white page, and how he could tell how interesting the book was by the way your facial expressions contorted with each paragraph or so.

He found himself watching you intently, his eyes being drawn to you and your figure; he was stunned that he was going to get paid this huge sum of money every month to look after some rich mans daughter; although he felt guilty that he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to fuck her senseless ever since he saw her.

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lilacjaemin · 5 years

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daisies

pairing: prince!jeno x gender neutral reader

genre: fluffy angst oh yes (plus lil commentaries hehe)

word count: 4.5k

summary: daisies symbolize true love – each daisy is really two flowers blended together in harmony, the center petals are one flower surrounded by the “rays” of another. they mean purity and innocence, one that swears a loyalty to love and a commitment to a shared secrecy.

a/n: thank you to jeno for being my biggest muse!! oh also thank you to payton for helping me research flowers for this <3

· royal prince!jeno can’t wait to rule his people and his beautiful kingdom full of flower fields and forests

· but he can wait a little longer to get married

· and one night the royal family throws a dinner party and a ball filled with suitors for their son

· but jeno can’t take the stuffy atmosphere and the hundreds of girls trying to dance with him

· so he runs off to his favorite spot in his kingdom

· these rolling hills covered in daisies

· it’s this pretty valley that nobody else knows about sometimes he goes there when his royal duties are too much and he needs to get away

· but when he arrives he stumbles across you laying on the hill stargazing, engulfed in the flowers

· he had no idea anyone else knew about this place

· he really doesn’t wanna be around any more people tonight but in the dim moonlight he can make out the features of your face

· he’s never seen you around the castle, and by what you’re wearing you definitely didn’t just run away from the same ball

· so he carefully approaches and asks if he can join you

· you sit up, freaked out that someone found this secret spot of yours

· the figure is in a white button up and a dark blue suit jacket with gold swirls

· he looks expensive but his eyes are kind

· so you say okay

· when he sits down next to you, he smells of many different expensive perfumes, which you find weird

· you ask what he’s doing out here because by the looks of his dark suit he probably should be at some ball

· and he says “yeah i should be.”

· what?

· and that’s when you notice the gold coronet resting neatly in his hair

· ohhhhh he’s the prince

· you’re sitting on the ground with the prince

· the future king jeno

· o k a y

· suddenly jeno thinks he hears something and he’s paranoid of his parents’ royal guards finding him and this spot so he turns to you like did you hear that??

· and before you could respond, out of nowhere he grabs you?? and dives into the flowers

· your hands against his chest preventing you from smacking into him

· he’s pulled you super close, his breathing rapid and eyes closed

· you’re a little frozen, still in shock the prince just tackled you

· he waits, realizing he probably just heard a squirrel or something

· the ~kdrama~ moment happens where he opens his eyes and finds himself staring into yours

· time stops for a split second, the wind ruffling the grass and daisies surrounding you two

· and then he regains his composure and helps you up again

· “are you okay? im so sorry! oh, that was so weird and creepy i just cant get caught out here.”

· you blink slowly, the surprise wearing off

· “yeah im totally fine.”

· well maybe physically, but your heart?? about to beat out of your chest!!

· jeno reaches his hand out and brushes a strand out of your face, smoothing out the rest of your disheveled hair

· you swore fire ignited from his fingertips

· you have to change the subject before you lose it

· “so…you said you should be at a ball right now?” you clear your throat and brush yourself off

· “ah, my family is pressing me to find a suitable partner. lately it’s just been dinner after dinner, dance after dance, i hate it.” he sighs, laying back into the hillside

· “you hate people trying to get your attention?”

· “i want to marry once i fall in love, not because they would be a good ruler of the kingdom.”

· “i see.” you whisper, laying down beside him

· “ i love my family, i love this kingdom and i can’t wait to rule but i wish that one part of my life could be normal. i tried to have the most normal childhood i could manage. i did everything i could to grow up and feel like everyone else, but nobody else has to have arranged marriages, so why do i?”

· you stay quiet, soaking his words in, watching the moon as jeno continues to your right

· “love seems incredible. i just wanna experience it for real. i don’t want someone ive only met a handful of times before our wedding, no matter how extravagant the whole thing is. i’ve tried so many times to explain to my parents that i can rule by myself for the time being and then ill find a partner, but they won’t let me.”

· you listen to his worries, the whole time not realizing that your hand had made its way to rest on jeno’s arm

· it’s something you do to comfort others, but he turns his head to look at you and you immediately pull away

· you start apologizing, saying how it’s just a habit you have, but he stops you

· “no no it’s okay, it feels nice to have someone really listening to me.” he smiles

· oh his smile is beautiful, it shines brighter than the moon above

· “i never get to hang out with other people my age and not have a bunch of royalty stuff looming over my head.”

· you were just in awe that the prince who has it all is unhappy and you feel so bad and just wanna hug him because honestly he’s so cute

· you listen while he rants about his duties and how stuck up some of the royal advisors are and how every suitor he meets is in it just for the wealth, they don’t really care about the him as a person

· he asks what your take on it is and you talk about your views on love

· you’re saying how you think it’s the most beautiful thing and that you’ve seen it in your parents and you want it so badly, but it always feels like all of the people in town don’t want a serious relationship

· “i want to meet someone that makes every star look pale in comparison. i come out here to look at the night sky and hope that somewhere, the one i’m meant to be with is looking at it too.”

· and jeno nods

· he completely understands

· “my family says i’m crazy for thinking that way. but i work in a library, im surrounded by incredible stories of romance, how can i not hope for one myself?”

· he’s fascinated at the fact that you can date normally but don’t because you say there’s no one out there

· jeno assures you there’s people out there, he has to meet with them constantly, he just never gets along with any of them

· you talk about royal life into the late hours of the night

· jeno is just so happy to have someone genuinely interested in his thoughts and feelings

· he’s giddy, ranting about his plans for the kingdom and his goals for the future

· you don’t know when you drift off, but you remember hearing his warm voice fade away

· and you fall asleep on his shoulder

· jeno doesn’t remember when he drifts off, but he remembers feeling your warmth at his side

· when he wakes up at sunrise, jeno is like oh i‘m so dead they’re never gonna let me out of the castle ever again !!

· but he looks at you, sleeping peacefully against him with daisies framing your face

· he feels his heart do a backflip

· is this how it’s supposed to feel? there’s not supposed to be a sense of dread pooling in his stomach like there is when a suitor walks in? interesting

· gently waking you up, he tells you he has to run to get back to the castle

· but he promises you he’ll do everything he can to come back to this spot to meet you and stargaze again

· “i’ll be here.” you say sleepily, smiling at his messy hair

· when he gets home his parents are like oh you are in so much trouble we threw that ball for you and you LEFT?? AND WE SEARCHED ALL OVER AND COULDNT FIND YOU?? WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED??

· and jeno is like um. oops? trying to contain his smile when he thinks of you and your soft hand on his arm

· he gets read the riot act and is told if it happens again there will be serious consequences

· and jeno never gets in trouble so this is big

· but he’s willing to take the risk

· for weeks he sneaks out and runs to the field each and every night

· finding more reasons to love being in your company than there are stars in the sky

· one night before dawn broke you stopped playing with the hem of your shirt

· “i was thinking about what you told me the first night we met.” you say, eyes glued to the ground

· “i know you’ll find somebody, and not just because you’re a prince. you will find someone who loves you for your heart, not just the riches.”

· he stares at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite pin

· jeno was glad it was dark, if not you would’ve seen the red dusting on his cheeks

· “y-you’ll find someone too. i know it.”

· its quiet for a minute and then very subtly, jeno grabs your hand

· “is this okay?”

· “of course it is. now can you tell me about the secret royal garden? i heard its incredible.”

· you lay on your side and spend the rest of the night finding the stars in his eyes

· another dinner is scheduled, this time with the family of a neighboring kingdom

· this family has a daughter the same age as jeno

· he knows in his gut that his parents want him to be with her

· but he can’t shake the feeling of your hands in his

· it’s where they belong

· nevertheless, he fake smiles through the meal, tensing when she tries to reach for his arm across the table

· after the disaster of a dinner, jeno sneaks away again

· you can tell by the look on his face that he needs a hug

· “i don’t want to be with her.” he breathes into your neck

· “you’re sure you can’t talk to your parents about this?” you say, running your hand through his dark hair

· “they don’t listen. i’ve tried, they just won’t listen.”

· you hold him close, wracking your brain for a solution to this problem

· but there seems to be none

· jeno creeps back to the castle after spending the whole night wrapped in your arms

· but the queen is waiting for him in his chamber when he opens the door

· he’s banned from leaving the castle without supervision until he gets married

· he’s never sent out unless it’s with a guard

· he’s devastated and frustrated because he wants to sneak away to you but someone is always watching

· he feels like he lost the one person who understood him the most

· one day he goes into the castle library in an effort to get some peace

· to his surprise, you are working in the front

· you hear a gasp and when you look up jeno stands before you

· “this library? you work in the castle and never told me!?”

· “no, the town’s library is overstaffed because of the summer, so i took the job opening here. i always waited for you to come in and find out, but i guess you don’t use the library as much as i imagined.” you laugh

· your heart is beating like crazy seeing him again

· you bring him to your favorite little poetry corner, out of view of the entrance

· huddled in amongst the books he takes hold of your hands

· you can see him visibly relax when he feels your palms against his

· “im so sorry, i tried so hard to go meet you but they have guards on me at all times. they won’t let me out of their sight.” he looks frantic

· “jeno, i’ll wait however long it takes to be together. i still go to our spot every night, i still wait for you. i always will.” you reassure him

· his brows unfurrow and he smiles, pulling you close to his chest

· his heartbeat is soothing against your cheek and you realize just how much you missed him

· “oh, i have something for you.” you reach into the last of the shelves, pulling out a thick worn book

· he watches in confusion as you open to a page in the center

· “here, i pressed these for you. for the nights when you can’t come visit, just know i’m there.” you show him two dry daisies, careful not to blow them away

· his face lights up, gently taking the book from you and running a finger over their stems

· he’s about to thank you when you hear someone call for him from the door

· he frowns and shuts the book, tucking it under his arm

· he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before scurrying off, leaving your skin burning and your mind dizzy

· jeno’s parents are sure the princess from the neighboring kingdom is the one

· and jeno can feel his stomach drop to his feet when they tell him

· desperate to get to you, he tricks his guards into getting him something from the other side of the castle

· he shimmies down his balcony and runs as fast as his legs can take him to the field before they can send search parties out for him

· he grabs you by your shoulders and frantically tells you that they’re arranging his marriage

· but it’s not what he wants, he can’t stop thinking about you

· “jeno.” you whisper, pointing behind him

· you see lanterns come over the hill and horses trample over the flowers

· jeno stands in front of you to protect you but guards pull him away

· he’s yelling at them to stop but they’re angry

· you feel like you can’t breathe

· one of the advisors recognizes you from the library and tells you never to come back to the castle

· you stand and watch with teary eyes as jeno is dragged away and the candles fade into the night

· a few weeks go by and you get word that the prince is betrothed to marry the princess and you’re absolutely heartbroken

· you know jeno doesn’t want that

· and even if it isn’t you that gets to be with him, you still want him to be happy

· out of a job, you ask a family friend who works as a florist to hire you

· “of course! we need all the help we can get for this wedding!”

· oh no

· your heart breaks even more but your family needs the money

· you arrive a few days before to set up the decor and pray the the guards from that night don’t recognize you

· and as much as it hurts, you hope you don’t run into jeno

· but to your dismay he walks in with the princess and you feel your world collapse

· you meet his gaze while they check on the ballroom’s set up and you can see the light behind his eyes go dim

· suddenly he yells “NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG! WE NEED TO HAVE A MEETING TO DISCUSS THE DECOR IMMEDIATELY!”

· he finds a way to break away from the princess just for a second and whispers to meet him at a different spot tonight

· he says it’s under the willow tree at the edge of the forest by the stream and you nod

· “the flower arrangements around the altar are hideous.” he goes back to frowning, trying his hardest not to steal glances at you anymore

· you are sure there’s no way he could get away again but lo and behold you hear footsteps approaching

· you run into jeno’s arms, worried this would be the last time you could ever hold him

· he cups your cheeks, staring into your eyes

· “we don’t have much time but i promise i’m not marrying her. we’ll figure something out, we’ll run away together, we’ll do something, but i promise i am not marrying her.”

· he tries to assure you it’ll all be okay and he’s so certain it will be that you begin to believe him

· but you hear footsteps again

· lots of them

· and you and jeno can hardly see because of the tears in both your eyes but you can hear the impending doom

· there aren’t even words to say to each other, its over

· it’s all over now

· he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin

· jeno is ripped from your arms and both of you are taken back to the castle

· they throw you in the dungeon and tell you that you’re going to have a meeting with the king and queen in the morning

· you sit on the cold stone floor and cry into your palms, desperately trying to remember how jeno’s lips felt on your face

· the next day you’re led out in shackles

· you sit in front of the royals and the queen is furious

· she’s yelling how dare you try and ruin her kingdom by getting in the way of her son’s relationship, how dare you still try and meet with him after everything that’s happened

· she’s close to banishing you from the kingdom entirely when jeno runs in, “don’t you understand? im in love with them!”

· jeno loves you

· “would you rather the kingdom be run by a miserable king or a happy one?” he’s crying and you want nothing more than to wipe his tears away but the shackles keep you planted to the ground

· you’re exhausted and cold and sad and hungry and you have no fight left in you

· the queen can’t believe what she’s hearing

· “you would put your future people in danger for this peasant?”

· “i would rather give up the throne entirely than marry that princess.”

· “how could you say that? i didn’t raise you this way! i raised you to be a selfless leader!”

· “how could you expect me to lead these people well if im unhappy?”

· she pauses momentarily, a softness seeping into her eyes, but it quickly fades when she looks back at you

· the queen is still fuming

· “we’re going ahead with the arranged marriage and that’s final, jeno.”

· she turns to you and tells you after you’re done helping with the wedding you’re never going to see jeno ever again

· he cries out, running to kneel in front of you and taking your face in his hands

· “jeno,” you say weakly, “its okay. i hope you can find happiness.” you try to smile for him but everything hurts

· his mother watches the sad scene unfold in front of her with a tightlipped expression

· “and i love you too, moonlight.” you whisper

· he laughs bitterly, tears falling onto your heavy arms

· he leans forward to kiss you

· but his guards grab him and take him away before his lips reach yours

· he yells your name all the way down the hall, kicking and thrashing to try and break free

· you hang your head in sadness and feel a sob wrack through your body

· its over

· the day of the wedding arrives and you solemnly finish the bouquet for the bride

· you fill it with orange mock flowers (they represent deceit) quickly hiding the daisies they had brought for it instead

· you try to find someone to deliver it to her but everyone is bustling around trying to add the final touches

· you trudge to her chamber and knock, hoping to place the flowers down and leave as soon as possible

· but she invites you inside and you dig your nails in your palms to keep it together

· she’s pretty, but from what jeno has told you about her the only thing she cares about is power

· “so i heard you’re the one who tried to break us up.” she says through an unnerving smile

· you stay silent

· “its such a shame really. jeno is really torn up over you. he’s too sad to think straight. he sits in bed with this old poetry book, but he never turns the page. i think he’s gone crazy, he doesn’t even speak! but i won’t need him for much longer. once i’m in line for the throne i won’t even need to look at him.” she twirls her finger around the center of the bouquet

· “and when i’m queen, you’ll be banished. it’s a win win!” she laughs, brushing past you to leave, “oh, and do stay for the wedding. i wanna make sure you see this.” you can hear the venom laced in her words

· your hands are numb, four dark crescents in each palm

· jeno stands at the altar in his dark blue suit, the same from the night you met him

· he’s pale, rings of purple under his eyes, his hands in fists, a daisy in his pocket, you can tell he��s biting his cheek

· you stand behind the tall vase at the back of the ballroom, peeking through the flowers

· the music begins and in walks the princess, and jeno has never looked unhappier in his life

· he’s barely holding her hands, nothing like the way he held yours

· the priest asks if he takes this woman to be his lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as they both shall live

· you hold your breath

· it’s silent

· the princess is smiling, but if looks could kill jeno would’ve been struck down immediately

· “jeno?”

· silence

· a tear rolls down his face and you can see his body visibly shake

· “no.” he says as firmly as he can

· the crowd gasps

· he drops her hands and begins to walk off when the king comes up next to him

· “you better get back up there right now and finish this.”

· “no.”

· “what did you just say?”

· “i said no, i’m saying no, i’ve been saying no. ever since i was little i’ve thought about what it would be like when i fell in love for the first time. i’d see the way you looked at mom and i thought i can’t wait for the day where i love someone so much i look at them the same way. and funny enough i did find that love. i fell in love in a field of flowers with someone who is more beautiful inside and out than the moon and all the stars combined. i finally found the prettiest flower of them all and i won’t stop fighting for them.”

· he pauses and turns to look at his dad

· “i know im going against your word, but you always told me a good king was one who finds strength in those around him, one who grows and rules to the best of his ability, and i’m the strongest when i’m with them, dad.”

· he turns to the crowd, desperation dripping off his words

· “i want to be a ruler you’re all proud of, but what kind of king would i be if i didn’t fight for what i want most?”

· you didn’t realize you were crying until your tears ran down your neck

· the queen stands up and you fear the worst for both you and jeno

· “you really love them? you love them this much?”

· “mother, i’ve always wanted true love. you know that. and i can’t see myself with anyone else.”

· the princess is throwing daggers with her eyes behind them

· the queen pauses for a moment and without turning around she says “come up here.”

· you hesitantly walk up the aisle in your raggedy work clothes, your heartbeat pounding between your ears at all the eyes on you

· jeno gasps “you were still here?”

· “in no way are you ready to become royalty let alone a ruler, but i’ve never seen jeno stand up to us like this before, and i must admit it hurt my heart to not be able to give him the true love he wished for all these years. it’s not that i didn’t want him to experience it, i just wanted him to have the best partner for ruling over his people. but i think i caused more harm than good in doing so. you seem to really love him, and that’s all a mother could ever want for her child. if you promise to take all of the classes and lessons you need and work extremely hard to learn about this kingdom and what’s best for it, i’ll agree to you dating him. if you meet my husband’s and my approval, then maybe we can discuss marriage.”

· “what!? absolutely not!” the princess stomps her foot “i’m supposed to be queen!”

· “you never cared about my son anyway. get in your carriage and go back to your kingdom.” the king hisses

· she throws her bouquet to the ground and storms out

· both you and jeno are speechless, silent tears rolling down your faces

· you thank the queen endlessly, promising to do whatever it takes

· you cling on to him, trying not to collapse to the floor

· “i almost lost you.” you say into the fabric of his suit

· “never.” he mumbles into your hair

· you walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined, back to your field

· you lay down in the flowers and never let go of each other

· tears wiped away with kisses

· fingertips tracing the shape of your mouth

· as the stars begin to poke out of the sky jeno connects your lips

· it isn’t until the sun peeks up over the hill that he pulls away

· and a year to the day you first met the prince in the valley, you stand in the same place, amongst the same daisies, under the same stars, reciting vows to each other’s teary eyes

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iturbide · 5 years

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just wanted to say that i just started reading future built again bc i like to do so every now and then and ,, god its just so good every time. experiencing the build all over again is fucking enthralling experience... i just wanted to let you know that i really dearly and truly love it. its one of my favourite fics for one of my favourite games and has probably my favourite characterization of robin. i love it to bits and even though we kinda know how it ends i cant wait to see how we get there

okay so i am legitimately screaming about this ask I just. I cannot adequately express how much it means to me that people not only go back to this story that’s still incomplete, but do so regularly, and still get enthralled by it. This is something that I feel about particular series, and the idea that my work in progress is doing that to other people is an immeasurable honor to me. Also, the fact that people enjoy my high-strung tactician is an immeasurable relief and joy because even if he’s a little odd compared to the fandom-wide view, I love him so much.

Also, I’ll have you know that I went through and re-read part of Future Built myself last night

and then this happened today

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Once the table was cleared, though, he prepared to fetch his things from the carriages -- only to find that they had already been unloaded, sitting by the door along with the rest of the trunks and cases brought for the trip. He wasn't even permitted to carry the unimpressive bag himself: the moment he reached for it, a man in a crisp white and green uniform picked it up, bidding the tactician follow as he mounted one of the staircases curving along the edges of the room to the floors above. Obediently, he followed the steward to the second floor landing, then up to the third, steeling himself for he knew not what as the man opened a door and moved inside...but whatever he might have expected, it was not what he found: the quarters were smaller than the noble guest rooms that he had seen in Maribelle and Lissa’s company before the ball, but still palatial compared to anything he had grown even passingly used to, with a four-poster bed large enough to fit three, a set of plush chairs and accompanying tea table, and a cushioned window seat offering a glorious view of the grounds and the cliffs leading down to the sea.

“There must be a mistake,” he protested as the steward deposited his luggage atop the chest at the foot of the bed.

“No, this is exactly right,” a familiar voice replied behind him. Turning rather faster than he’d intended, Robin found Chrom and Sumia both beaming at him from the doorway. “Our room is the next one down, so this is definitely the right place.”

“This can’t b...a-are you sure it’s not Lissa’s room?”

“Lissa always wants a seaside view,” the prince chuckled. “Her room’s further down, after the turn -- pretty sure it still has all her old stuff in it.”

“This is too much, Chrom,” he insisted, wondering if his voice sounded as pleading to them as it did in his own ears.

Apparently it did, for as the uniformed man excused himself, the prince and his wife both moved inside; he saw Chrom kick the door closed behind them in the instant before Sumia wrapped her arms around him -- and before he could gather enough of his senses to protest, the prince embraced the both of them. “It’s not,” he murmured. “It’s nothing you don’t deserve. It’s not even enough.”

“I don’t--”

“You do,” Sumia cut him off. “You do deserve it. All of this and more.”

He knew he should argue. He knew that this, however small it seemed to them, could lead to untold dangers.

But it was warm in their arms. And despite himself, he wanted to believe their words.

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bel0vedmendes · 5 years

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An Angel Among the Angels: Part 3

Shawn Mendes X Reader

*Part 1* * Part 2 *

Word Count: 1,850

Warnings: Language, Super Fluffy

Description: Y/N is working behind the scenes at the VS Fashion Show, and Shawn has his sights set on her. She can’t believe he would even look her way, considering they’re literally surrounded by Angels.

“NOT MY GIF”

“How did you…. When did.. Oh my god.” I stutter, so many questions I need answered but I decided to wait on those and enjoy the feeling of his arms around my waist. I pull back taking his face in my hands, utterly speechless that this boy had flown nearly 8 hours to come see me.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, not realizing I had tears streaming down my face until he was wiping them away.

“I really wanted to see you. I hope it’s okay.” He said leaning down to kiss my head.

“Are you kidding?! Of course it’s okay!” I squealed hugging him again, pulling him inside my hotel room.

I pull him into me and hug him for what feels like an hour. I inhale his scent, a woodsy vanilla mixture making me swoon instantly. His hand tousles the hair at the back of my neck, holding my head close to his chest. I pull away still in complete shock that he flew all this way to come see me.

“I’m shaking, I cant believe you’re here! I’ve been trying to call you all day.”

“Yeah I decided to come last night, booked the flight, now here I am.” He smiles at me adorably.

We both sat on the bed and talked for hours. He was tired from the flight, and I was tired from work. Laying around was exactly what we both needed right now. I could tell that he was antsy for whatever reason. He talked about how part of him hates when he has time off because he ends up thinking too much, which I guessed was why he was so on edge. I told him about work and thanked him for inspiring me on the phone the night before. Eventually I was distracted by the talking of my stomach. It was so loud, Shawn stopped talking immediately.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I was about to eat when you got here.” I say getting up from the bed and grabbing the hotel menu. Shawn stands from the bed and walks over to the window, looking out at the peaceful streets below us. Next thing I know my hand is in his and he’s dragging me out of the door.

“Where are we going?” I giggle pulling my knit hat over my ears, as he does the same.

“We’re in Paris, were not ordering room service,” He giggles as he sarcastically rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me. “I think I know a place.”

We walk the quiet streets of Paris, my arm wrapped through his as he text god knows who to find out where he ate once upon a time. It was hard not to get pulled into the romantic ambiance looming all around us. Lights hanging on all of the houses and buildings, reflecting off the shiny cobble stone street. In the foreground the Eifel Tower, luminating the quaint town.

“Its beautiful, isn’t it?” Shawn says quietly, nudging my side.

“Its absolutely stunning, I cant wait to see it close up.” I reply, referring to the Eifel Tower.

“I think, I can make that happen.” He says with a smirk, I squint at him wondering what he was up to.

Shawn had connections, it was definitely one of the perks of being a superstar. One of these connections just so happened to have access to pretty much any spot in Paris we wanted to see. First he took us to 24 hour bakery that was just a few blocks away from the Eifel Tower. We sat down at a tiny table and sipped on our cappuccinos and devoured the most delicious pastries I’ve ever had. I listened attentively as he told me about all of his favorite places in the world so far. Each time telling me how he wanted to take me there, which made my heart swell. I couldn’t tell if he was saying it because he enjoyed my company or because he saw a future with me. Either way it was nice to hear. Once were full from far too many carbs, I once again was caught staring at the beautiful tower overhead.

“I have one more surprise for you.” He says winking at me and nodding to the man who brought us to the bakery. He was sitting with a friend a table away, so we could enjoy our dinner. I looked at my watch, eyes widening once I realize how late it was.

“Shawn its almost 3 am.” I smile at him tiredly.

“Lets just do this one thing, then we can get you back to your hotel.” He smirks, taking my hand.

I obviously agree, because who the hell was actually going to tell this boy ‘no’.

We start walking closer to the Eifel Tower, and I start to get confused. I know that the grounds of the tower are closed, so I’m not sure what his plan is. We approach a gate from behind the tower, and the man takes a keys and opens the gate for us. I reluctantly walk through the gate following Shawn closely. The man stops, with his friend as me and Shawn continue to walk forward. It seems to be a special entrance for events. There were props and equipment everywhere, but among them was a path. The path lead up to a bridge that overlooked the tower. It was the perfect view, honestly. We couldn’t go up into the Tower, but this got us closer than we would have gotten by ourselves.

“I did some filming here for a music video…” his voice wanders as he takes in the magical surrounding.

“Oh so that’s how you got the hook up.” I say mockingly

“You know, being a Rockstar has its perks.” He jokes back.

He found a bench nearby that gave us an amazing view, he sat and started to pat the seat next to him. I sat next to him, he instantly closed the few inches between us. His arm wrapped around my shoulders pulling me close. He was really good about making the first move. It made it easy for me because I didn’t have to think about what he wanted. I liked that about him a lot, his heart was on his sleeve. I leaned into him, falling perfectly into his side, his head immediately rested on mine. We sit there quietly for a while, just enjoying the view and each other’s company. I started to tell him how I had always been obsessed with Paris because of the movies. It was just the epitome of romance, and I loved every bit of it. He hums in response, giggling at the hopeless romantic-ness. He reached for his phone and started playing a piano version of I Cant Help Falling In Love. My heart started to swell again. He slowly stands up offering his hand, I giggle taking his hand in mine as he pulls me up into his chest. His hands wrapping around my waist pulling me close, while my fingers lace behind his neck. He smiles down at me softly singing the song to me.

“Take my hand,”

He singings, taking my hand from behind his neck slowly spinning my body around

“Take my whole life too,”

He pulls me in close our hands still intertwined.

“For I cant help… falling in love with you.”

He smiles down at me, slowly taking my chin as his eyes flick back and forth from my lips to my eyes. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it was going to wake this sleeping city. His tongue jets out to wet his lips before he leans in to press them against mine. His hands cup my face and my hands gently tug at the collar of his coat. His lips mold perfectly to mine, he finally pulls away giving me one last peck on the lips.

“You make me crazy, y/n” He says quietly, resting his forehead on mine.

“I know the feeling.” I quietly chuckle.

We stand there for awhile swaying to a playlist of ballads, kissing and joking with each other. It was as if time was standing still. The lights from the Eifel Tower were reflecting in this boys eyes, and I couldn’t help but stare into them. Completely in awe by the fact that someone had cared about me enough to fly across the world to eat croissants and see the Eifel Tower at 3 am. I started to laugh thinking about how bizarre it really all was.

“What?” Shawn asks confused, obviously he didn’t know what I was thinking.

“Its just crazy isn’t it?” I ask and his eyebrows furrow, telling me that he had no clue.

“Just a few months ago, we were watching Harry Potter and eating in your hotel room. Now were kissing under the Eifel Tower.” I start to giggle, and his lips attempt to smile but something holds him back.

“Hey…” I coo, my hands finding his face. “Bizarre, yes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I slowly bring his face to mine so I could kiss him softly.

“Okay good, you made me nervous for a second.” He giggles, smiling a genuine smile.

The darkness started to disappear all around us. Through squinting eyes we realized that we had stayed until the sun had started to come up. We take that as our cue to head back to our hotel. The boys who showed us around, gladly giving us a ride to the hotel. Shawn thanked them infinitely, and we made our way inside to my hotel room. Once inside I start to take off my coat, and shoes. Shawn just watches me nervously, I giggle and ask him what his deal is.

“I… guess you want to get some sleep. I have a room down the hall… “ He says awkwardly as he starts to walk towards the door.

I finish taking off my shoes, and I silently laugh to myself. Yes, Shawn was amazing at making the first move. This was adorable because he really didn’t know what I wanted and he was too polite to assume I wanted him to stay. I slowly walk up to him, he watches me closely gnawing at his lip, he was nervous. I slowly start to unzip his jacket, sliding it down his arms and off of his body. I slide his beanie off of his head, and run my fingers through his hair earning a smile from him.

“I want you to stay with me.” I say confidently, wrapping my arms around his neck once again.

His hands gently finding my waist once again.

“You’re sure?” He asks as he backs me up to the bed.

“Only if you want to.” I agree quietly, as the back of my knees hit the bed, forcing me to sit down. His legs slot between mine, his hands cupping my cheeks once again.

“Yes, Baby, I would absolutely love that.” He says before leaning down and softly pecking my lips.

A/N: Hellllooo. I hope you liked Part 3! If you did please give me feedback! I would love to keep writing this, but its also at a good place to stop.

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bel0vedbanshee · 5 years

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An Angel Among the Angels: Part 3

Shawn Mendes X Reader

*Part 1* * Part 2 *

Word Count: 1,850

Warnings: Language, Super Fluffy

“NOT MY GIF”

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, not realizing I had tears streaming down my face until he was wiping them away.

“I really wanted to see you. I hope it’s okay.” He said leaning down to kiss my head.

“Are you kidding?! Of course it’s okay!” I squealed hugging him again, pulling him inside my hotel room.

“I’m shaking, I cant believe you’re here! I’ve been trying to call you all day.”

“Yeah I decided to come last night, booked the flight, now here I am.” He smiles at me adorably.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Where are we going?” I giggle pulling my knit hat over my ears, as he does the same.

“We’re in Paris, were not ordering room service,” He giggles as he sarcastically rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me. “I think I know a place.”

“Its beautiful, isn’t it?” Shawn says quietly, nudging my side.

“Its absolutely stunning, I cant wait to see it close up.” I reply, referring to the Eifel Tower.

“I think, I can make that happen.” He says with a smirk, I squint at him wondering what he was up to.

“Shawn its almost 3 am.” I smile at him tiredly.

“Lets just do this one thing, then we can get you back to your hotel.” He smirks, taking my hand.

I obviously agree, because who the hell was actually going to tell this boy ‘no’.

“I did some filming here for a music video…” his voice wanders as he takes in the magical surrounding.

“Oh so that’s how you got the hook up.” I say mockingly

“You know, being a Rockstar has its perks.” He jokes back.

“Take my hand,”

He singings, taking my hand from behind his neck slowly spinning my body around

“Take my whole life too,”

He pulls me in close our hands still intertwined.

“For I cant help… falling in love with you.”

“You make me crazy, y/n” He says quietly, resting his forehead on mine.

“I know the feeling.” I quietly chuckle.

“What?” Shawn asks confused, obviously he didn’t know what I was thinking.

“Its just crazy isn’t it?” I ask and his eyebrows furrow, telling me that he had no clue.

“Hey…” I coo, my hands finding his face. “Bizarre, yes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I slowly bring his face to mine so I could kiss him softly.

“Okay good, you made me nervous for a second.” He giggles, smiling a genuine smile.

“I… guess you want to get some sleep. I have a room down the hall… “ He says awkwardly as he starts to walk towards the door.

“I want you to stay with me.” I say confidently, wrapping my arms around his neck once again.

His hands gently finding my waist once again.

“You’re sure?” He asks as he backs me up to the bed.

“Only if you want to.” I agree quietly, as the back of my knees hit the bed, forcing me to sit down. His legs slot between mine, his hands cupping my cheeks once again.

“Yes, Baby, I would absolutely love that.” He says before leaning down and softly pecking my lips.

A/N: YO, posting this from this account because for WHATEVER stupid fucking reason anytime I post from my new account @bel0vedmendes, it doesn't show up in any tags, So that awesome.

Anywayyy let me know if I should write a part 4, I really like where it is right now and wouldn't mind ending it here. (I also really like writing this and want to do more.) So give me feedback and let me know!

Also... go follow my new page. :) thanks a lot! (@bel0vedmendes)

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erosjeon · 7 years

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Hiraeth 4

Hiraeth: (n) homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

Jimin is a vampire who would stop at nothing to save his dying mother. What lengths would he go to if the only cure to her disease was destroying you?

Series warning: angst, emotional abuse, physical abuse, witchcraft, vampires, werewolves, fluff and eventual smut.

*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS IMPLIED SMUT*

A/N: Releasing this chapter early because it’s Jimin’s birthday, Happy Birthday Mochi!

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Jungkook looked down to see who had run straight into his chest only to find your tear stained face that was painted with fright, his first reaction was to insulate you with his strong arms and pushed you back into his chest, hugging you. He didn't know what else to do to make your panic and tears go away but nonetheless he wanted you to feel safer, because he was protective over you, and he was ready to fight whatever was chasing you no matter the consequences. When he felt you were a bit calmed down, he hesitated to ask you what was wrong or why you had been crying, not wanting to stir up the memory back in your mind. Neither of you know how much time passed by when he hugged you but only before separating you had hugged him back. You had never had comfort in that way from anybody but the long forgotten, you were startled at first but the heat that radiated from him instilled peacefulness in you, making you forget about the scene that unfolded earlier momentarily. "J-jungkook" you tried to push him away, afraid that somehow whatever happened before can still happen again, it seemed to follow her everywhere and Jungkook is the last person she would want to get hurt, even if she didnt know him. He didn't deserve it. "Do you wanna talk about it? What happened?" He looked at you with worried eyes that only made yours tear up, how can you even begin to explain this. No one would believe it. "I.. I dont even know" you stuttered, "You won't believe me because I cant believe it myself, its crazy" you wiped your tears with the back of your hand ready to turn around and walk away. "You can't just assume that... Try me" he reassured you. "I think... Someone tried to hurt me, she called me a witch and then s-she just died in my hands" you were shaking again, "Just like how Sally died, she had a number on her forehead again and I don't know what this means am I a murderer?!" "No, no you're not. You're not a witch either" he looked at you with gentle eyes. "You don't smell like them" he laughed, stunning you. "You... you dont think this is crazy?" You met his eyes. "No... it's not" he took a step closer, "I don't think its your fault either, that a person died in front of you unless you intended and physically done so". He brought his hands and cupped your cheeks "So don’t beat up yourself over it".

"Why the hell do you smell like a dog?!" Seulgi had found you after you parted with Jungkook, he had finally left you alone after you insisted you were okay and had to go home alone, he resisted at first but agreed to it. "What?" Was your only reply, why is everyone accusing you of smelling strange, you couldn't pick up anything. "You know what. I dont even care. Keep walking". The drive back home was quiet, Seulgi glanced you some strange looks but mainly kept her eyes on the road. You thought her company was over you reached your new home, but she had gotten out of the car and locked it, following you in to the house. You were both met with a Jimin sitting on the black couch, his eyes darted upwards as he saw you enter. "Hey babe" Seulgi behind you greeted him and raced you into the living room to give him a kiss, he didn't seem to be fond of it but didn't look like he minded either. You excused yourself and went upstairs to not disturb anyone even further. The night unfolded and you grew hungrier, you had barely anything to eat but some food samples in the market and forgot your appetite after the eventful afternoon. You had decided to go downstairs to find something to eat but your plans were disrupted when you hear moans from downstairs. "Jimin don't stop!" You hear Seulgi's voice, followed by a loud moan. You were disturbed. The image of them doing such a personal activity disgusted you. They had no shame and didn't even care to acknowledge your existence for not taking it upstairs and giving you some space. Yet again, you forget that you were just captive and your life was a ticking bomb at his hands. You dont know how much time had passed before they've stopped, but you managed to gather some courage to go downstairs. As you walked down the steps you glanced around to see if there's anyone there, you thought you were alone before Seulgi jumped into view. She was barely covered and there was a bite mark on the base of her neck. "Did I tell you Jimin-ah, your little friend here smelt like a dog this morning, all in the intimate places" she smirked. "She, what?" Jimin came into view. "It was him wasn't it?" He asked looking slightly annoyed. "I don't know what you're talking about" you said, "I wasn't playing around with a dog, I stumbled upon Jungkook by coincidence in the market and we spoke a little"

“Spoke about what?” he glared at you, “Do you think that all of this is some joke?” he scoffed.

“You said to not make it obvious that I got kidnapped, what am I supposed to do?! Everything I do ticks you off so just kill me already and get it over with” you don’t know where you gathered this sudden courage, “I’m tired of this, I just want to be at peace” you let tears slip through as you remember the deaths at your hand.

You expected Jimin to threaten or even worse choke you but to death this time, but he didn’t say anything. He looked at you for longer than a moment, almost as if he was analysing you before walking away, with Seulgi closely following behind.

You stood there for a minute, took a deep breath in and walked to the kitchen looking through the cupboards and quickly cooking up a meal. As you stood by the stove you contemplated living another day, if you were going to die why don’t you just die right now, why should you wait for it. The more days that pass the more pain you experience, with Sally gone your life was gone too.

Everything after that happened in a blur, you remember taking out a knife from the knife-station just within your arms reach and after that all you saw was blood coming from the main artery in your forearm and slowly you felt yourself going unconscious, until you were met with the familiar blond, with bright red eyes and then darkness.

It was so difficult to see your blood everywhere and not have the temptation to drink you empty. All it took was a few drops of his blood to heal you. Jimin was upstairs in a heated argument with Seulgi, she was never meant to let you out of her sight and she’s done exactly that. You could’ve ran away or had been taken by somebody, your ‘gift’ was quickly spreading as the word of town, a lot of people are finding out how precious taking your life is. When he sensed your heart beat quickly beating and smelt the sweet scent of your blood he knew something had gone wrong.

He had taken you upstairs to your room and laid you on the bed. He would be so angry if he didn’t pity you a little bit, he didn’t have time to waste feeling sorry for you as he had business to deal with. Jungkook.

“Jungkook” Jimin spitted, he knew where to find where he and his group of dog friends were. They weren’t difficult to trace given his supernatural scent and Jimin’s supernatural abilities.

“Look who’s here... Is that you Jimin?” Jungkook grinned, people might think he was really happy to meet Jimin but he knew him too well, their relationship dates back and things were never good between them.

“Don’t get too happy Jungkook, I didn’t come here to play. That’s what humans are for” Jimin smirked.

“This brat is really asking to die” said one of Jungkook’s pact, someone Jimin can recognise to be Namjoon.

Jimin disregarded him and continued.

“I thought I made things clear when I told you to not cross paths with me ever again if you wanted to still have your tail” Jimin continued.

“Yet you don’t fucking learn lessons do you, bad dogy” he laughed.

Jungkook stood up and walked to the shorter man, Jimin knew well how to work him up with comments like these. He was no dog, he was a werewolf. He wasn’t going to stand there and accept demeaning comments from a blood sucker.

“Why? Did Y/N smell good” he laughed.

“If I see you around her one more time, I swe-” his eyes went a deep shade of red,

“Look. I could care less about your empty threats, if you were going to do something then do it now. Be a man for fucking once” Jungkook said through gritted teeth.

“Besides, it’s not my problem if your bitches can’t keep their hands off me” he shrugged with a smirk plastered on his face.

And that was all that had to be said to tick Jimin off. Hell broke loose.

Jimin had superhumanly pushed Jungkook back, causing him to hit the ground with a thud. He had quickly hovered above him to land his fists onto his face aiming for his nose. It was only seconds until Jungkook’s mates gathered to flip Jimin around and start attacking him. Jungkook had managed to turn into his superhuman form and join the fight.

Although Jimin had been outnumbered, he was still strong. He had killed two pact number by the poison of his own bite and snapping their necks. Jungkook was his strongest opponent and had landed good bites onto Jimin’s body which for a vampire would take ore time to heal if it wasn’t due to Jungkook’s nature.

You woke up in cold sweat and you were really thirsty. You recalled what you had done before you passed out but when you lifted the long sleeve of your sweater, there were no wounds and no dressing. Was it Jimin’s work? Didn’t he want you dead?

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open and somebody walking inside. You had peeked into the hallway in attempt to see who it only to find Jimin glancing at you. He looked like he was in pain, he walked slightly crooked before he stood in front of you. You had not realised you were between him and the wall until he placed one of hands on it, making you flinch on the process. He seemed to notice it and his gaze softened before he leaned onto you further.

You were stunned, you had been in this position in his room the night before but the feeling was completely different. The environment around you still beamed with tension, although different from the last, at least for you... It was.

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crowcronut · 4 years

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Lessons from the river 10/20/20

I put some mini pumpkins on my alter on Mabon as offerings. In the last few days the biggest one started to rot. Took that as the offering had been taken, and took all 3 down to the river behind my house - a border between two towns, and tossed them in to be consumed by the birds and fish and the like. Part of my druidic practice is leaving my offerings in nature for animals or fungus to consume. (as such, I like to make sure that whatever I offer wont be damaging to the local wildlife. Pumpkins are something that animals would regularly eat from people’s porches this time of year anyways so they seem to be a good bet.) Offered my intentions to the Morrigan and Brighid, and watched the pumpkins float for a bit. I threw them in at a sort of spot that i think is technically my neighbor’s property, but is right on the property lines. Its a good spot to stand close to the water because theres a bit of concrete and stone there, as opposed to my own parents’ property which is mostly an awkward thicket of trees where you cant get too close. The current of the river would bring them past our entire property and i decided to watch them until they had completely passed us. Behind my other neighbor’s house the current speeds up a little and the water has more rocks and debris in it. I decided I would go back inside when they all got to that point. The river is really small and pretty slow and i probably watched them for 10-15 minutes. At first they landed in a triangular pattern, the large, rotten one in the lead, then the small one with the tall stem that sat on top of the rotten one on my alter, and then the medium sized one was in the back. after a few minutes they stretched out more in a line, the large/rotten one still in the lead, but after a bit the medium one passed the small one with the tall stem, which fell far behind the others. It was really a matter of luck and what part of the current the pumpkins fell into. Maybe size played a small factor, but i’m no physicist. After a bit i found myself somewhat rooting for the little pumpkin. Eventually, I somewhat lost track of the largest pumpkin but saw up in the rocky/faster current part of the river a bright orange thing that was approximately the size of the pumpkin stuck against a rock. Shortly after, I saw the medium pumpkin also get stuck on another rock not far behind the big one. eventually the little pumpkin caught up to the other two, the medium pumpkin managed to be freed from it’s rock as the small one passed and they moved upstream together, but the large one remained stuck. Obviously, the fable of the tortoise and the hare came to mind: slow and steady wins the race.

This seemed to reassure me of 2 things.

1. I’ve been out of school for a year and a half now and have had limited luck with finding work in my career field. I’ve seen my peers go on to be hired by major studios i’d love to work with, while i have been struggling with job applications while working freelance with a small, indie, company (which i do genuinely love and I am thankful for this job, but it doesnt pay the bills and isn’t giving me much of an opportunity to move out of my parents house and have some sovereignty). I’ve been outpaced by my peers, and it really often feels like i’m going to be left behind and have to eventually give up on my dreams. But it also reminds me of my cousin and her roommate - both ballerina/o’s at the same company. Her roommate at the beginning of his career was offered promotion after promotion and even now is one of the company’s soloist dancers. He does have the advantage of being a talented ballerino, and male dancers are far more scarce than female ones, and as such are more often considered for promotions/lead roles. at the same time, at the beginning of her career she sustained a good few injuries and for a while it looked like she would have to retire in her mid-20s. She stuck with it, however, and ended up getting promoted to soloist as well. Pre-covid, she really started to thrive in her career (covid also gave her a much needed break so she could get a much needed surgery that would add a few years to her career). I might be reading to much into it, but it felt like the universe was telling me that just because my career isnt moving at the speed i wish it was, as long as i dont get caught in the branches and weeds on the side, I will get to a place I want to go, and even surpass the people whose careers accelerated before mine did.

2. taking things at your own pace isnt a bad thing. Going too fast might get you stuck later. burnout is real, and it will inhibit your ability to move forward. Dont move faster than you are able to. The slow current is taking you to where you need to be. The fast current might just kill you.

I did follow the pumpkins along the river from one edge of the property to the next. at the other edge of the property theres another sort of clearing that does actually belong to my family. Unlike the other one that lies on the property line, I couldnt get close to the water, but i could get a very good view of it. Where i stood, the ground was soft, and beside me was an almost completely decomposed stump of a tree. I think the one that had been there was either dead or dying when we moved in, and my parents cut it down to reduce the risk of it falling on the house in a storm. The soil looked and felt rich, like it was waiting for something to be planted there, and I imagined roots extending from my body into that soil and growing into the earth, Imagining what it would be like to be a tree on that river - watching leaves pass down the stream every day, watching ducklings hatch in the banks in the spring, and maturing in the summer.

I really love druidic paganism for that reason. I love that feeling of being connected to the nature around you. Standing by the water and among the trees is such a calming, meditative experience, and I always feel so focused and refreshed afterwards.

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Rahi Rambles - 2017

Well...the one and only time I used to the Tumblr machine to ramble on about random shit, otherwise known as my year-end blog. Mostly because I have A LOT to get off my chest. So lets get into this.

Firstly absence from the Youtube side of things, well this is mostly due to me being busy the past couple of years with my jobs...all 2 of them. In addition the videos that I like to make take a looong time to make and fighting Adobe Premiere and the lack of resources and it was honestly disheartening to put all of my time and effort into a video and no-one seeing it and it not getting any views...except for the Loot Crate videos, fuck those. The landscape has also changed and unless you're an attractive squeaky clean Youtuber or a former viner its the worst time to be a "Youtuber" with the Adpocalypse and shit. Trust me just see Youtube Rewind 2017 That's not to say I've completely given up, once I have some space and better resources, ill definitely get back into it. Just that my priorities are elsewhere right now.

Besides I had my own stuff to focus on, that's not to say I've been completely out of the loop I always keep my ear the ground and there are things about it, I still love and certain Youtubers that I still love. but honestly if 2017 is known for any one thing its that well...it pretty much sucks to be a celebrity right now as well. But lets leave that at that.

So yeah for the life stuff that the 3/4 of you are here for.

At the end of 2015 I got my first real adult job, only a few months after graduating, now sure the job was definitely nothing to write home about and it was on a temporary contract that was flaccid as fuck yet they just kept on jerking off and jerking off and jerking off and extending instead of just giving me something more solid. But I can't lie that job did turn my life around in a lot of ways, I was sleeping and waking up normally, I made a bunch of new friends and I was hungry, motivated and eager to please even if the job was basic admin stuff, I loved it...for the most part. In addition to dangling carrots in front of me, every time I asked about a new contract and I was told I had to work up to it, they don't hand them out or whatever the fuck. Long story, short It was a massive lie perfectly corporate. While I did love the job, I always knew I never wanted to be there for longer than necessary, 1 or 2 years at the most. I became more and more frustrated when the writing was on the wall and I became pigeon holed...pigeon holed with someone who hated my fucking guts but you know you acquiesce right? especially when I was finally promised a fixed term contract(never happened). I then get moved to a different section of the office, a way from pretty much everyone and forced to work with someone who hated my guts lets call her...hmmmm...Satan or Miss Claridge whatever. So yeah im forced to work with Satan and pretending to get a long for the sake of my position. Eventually we get moved to a new team with new people as in completely new people who had just joined the company where as me and Satan had been there for 6 months to a year and WE all got promised Permanent Contract yay!! except wait...I thought we all had to earn it? and they don't just get handed out?...okay you just flat out lied to me for over a year. Thanx...but whatever I acquiesce even if I hadn't planned on being there much longer.

Fast forward about oh...I dunno 3 weeks give or take and I get fired over the phone...my permanent contract hadn't materialised...not that it was ever in progress to begin with, by the dude from the agency.

What's bizarre is how it all went down. On Friday, I get the call but I missed it because this dude decides to ring me after hours at like 6 so I missed his call, I ring back and he misses my calls so i'm like whatever and I leave it for the weekend. I go into work on Monday, no-one says a thing to me and everyone acts like its a normal day. but I call the dude and he says he'll call after work and I ask 'if theres a problem and he say's no' another lie. I get the call and I get fired rather unceremoniously. The reasons were because I said 'it is what it is' about the training we were in and I apparently I wasn't getting on well with the new team even though it was a new team and we'd only been together for...2 weeks? and in general i'm pretty shy, something that I told my manager but...whatever. oh and I said that training wasn't the same without my friend...on MY Facebook.

So I went back the next day to get my stuff and I'm not allowed to say bye to anyone or anything. So yeah that was shitty but...IT IS WHAT IT IS right?

So yeah I was devastated and felt crushed that all of my work over the year had gone to waste and i'm back to square 1. I was scared, confused and didn't think i'd get hired again. Especially when people had asked why I left my last job I had to make something up, I was THAT embarrassed.

I bounced around for a bit applying here, there and everywhere. Signing up to agencies, going for interviews etc.

So i'm driving one day and when I had lost all hope, I get a call about a job going in Hertford, real basic data entry on a 2 week contract. I took it, of course even if it was just to ease my conscience. Little did I know it would become the best job in the world, 8 months later and I feel better about myself and more valued than ive ever been.

And a lot of that has to go to my manager who has helped get rid of the massive chip on my shoulder. You see when I did lose my job, I lost a lot if not all of the confidence in myself and I was extremely cynical and negative despite all of the awesome stuff that was happening, went from temporary to fixed term within like 2 months, which was huge fro me. I always kept my cynicism to myself but my manager Terrance(I'll call her that because I got South Park on the brain) has helped me restore my confidence in myself and made me realise how awesome I am and I cant thank her enough for that. I know i'm aloof to all the nice things she says and does for me but hopefully that I always appreciate it, im just working on expressing it better. But yeah, thanks to her ive gotten back the confidence in myself and im ready to keep slayin em. Thanks Terrance :) I'm in your debt.

As for 2018...well I dunno, there are things that I wanna do but im also enjoying not knowing whats gonna happen next.

Anyways im pretty tired...so yeah have a good one, yo!

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You’re Alive? pt 4 - Smaug

The pathway led through the small mountain passing the vast Mithril forge to a small Mithril statue of three Rabbits, walking to the wall beside it with giant columns carved along the wall, pushing along the wall opening the small door leading to Erebor’s forge.

The group all choosing to wait on the other side of the door as you and Bilbo both went through the doorway and quietly walked up to the giant treasure hoard.

...

Bilbo, “So, what is the plan?”

You, “You draw his attention as he wakes up, I’ll draw him through the mountain and take care of him as you stay safe in the treasure room.”

Bilbo, using Hobbit magic keeping his eyes on the ground goes invisible to everyone but you, as you are also part Hobbit, stepping behind a column as you walked along the wall with your swords drawn and held them with the blades along your arms and started to climb up a small ledge, staying out of Smaug’s sight.

Bilbo hid behind another column as Smaug drew in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils.

Smaug: Well... thief. [sniffs] I smell you. I hear your breath. I feel your air. Where are you? Where are you? Come now. Don't be shy. Step into the light.

Bilbo steps out and allows himself to be seen by Smaug.

Bilbo: I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence. To see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

Smaug: [Draws himself up from the hoard and into full view] And do you NOW?!

Bilbo: Truly, the tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug, the Stupendous.

Making you smile widely at his cleverness.

Smaug: Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

Bilbo: N...no.

Smaug: No indeed. You seem familiar with my name, but I don't remember smelling your kind before. Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?

Bilbo: [sees the Arkenstone; tries to distract Smaug] I... I come from under the hill.

Smaug: "Underhill"?

Bilbo: [nods nervously] And under hills and over hills my path has led... and through the air! I am he who walks unseen.

Smaug: [drawing close] Impressive. What else do you claim to be?

Bilbo: I-I am... Luck-wearer. Riddle-maker.

Smaug: Lovely titles. Go on.

Bilbo: Barrel-rider.

Smaug: "Barrels"? Now that is interesting! And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?

Bilbo: [feigning confusion] D... Dwarves? No. No, no dwarves here, you've got that all wrong--

Smaug: Oh, I don't think so, Barrel-rider! They sent you in here to do their dirty work, while they skulk about outside!

Bilbo: Truly you are mistaken, O Smaug, Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities.

Smaug: You have nice manners, for a thief and a LIAR! I know the smell and taste of dwarf, no one better! It is the gold! They are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh!

Smaug: Did you think I did not know this day would come?! That a pack of canting dwarves would come crawling back to the mountain?!

Smaug draws back to lunge at Bilbo as you draw in a deep breath and let out a large guttural roar that echoed through the Mountain. Shouting loudly in Draconic drawing Smalls attention, “Im Here!”

Smaug roaring in return, “You let in another Dragon?” giving off a large snarl as he lunged through the large door heading into the Mountain, breathing out a large breath of flame.

...

Dori: Was that an earthquake?

Balin: That, my lad... was a dragon.

Ori: [sees a red glow from the cave] What about Bilbo and Jaqi?

Thorin: Give them more time.

Balin: Time to do what? To be killed?!

Legolas: Give them time!

As you loudly roared again, “I’m over here.”

...

Smaug now standing in the large entryway, twisted in circles searching for you, shouted: It's Oakenshield! That filthy dwarfish usurper! He sent you in here for the Arkenstone, didn't he Dragon?!

Ducking around a large hallway leading to the forges. As Bilbo quietly collects the Arkenstone and followed you in a safe distance.

You: I’m Here, Come find me!

Smaug: Oakenshield's quest will fail. The darkness is coming. It will spread to every corner of the land. You are being used, Thief in the Shadows. You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life and found it worth nothing!

Bilbo: No... no, you're lying!

Smaug: What did he promise you? A share of the treasure? As if it was his to give? I will not part with a single coin! Not one piece of it! My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! And my wings are a hurricane! [Bilbo looks up from behind a column and sees one of Smaug's scales missing]

Bilbo: [whispers] So it is true. The Black Arrow found its mark.

Smaug: [hears him] What did you say?!

Bilbo: [stammers] I-I was just saying, your reputation precedes you, O Smaug the Tyrannical. Truly, you have no equal on this earth.

Smaug: I am almost tempted to let you take it, if only to see Oakenshield suffer. Watch it destroy him. Watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad. But I think not. I think our little game ends here. So tell me, thief... how do you choose to die?

[Smaug prepares to breathe fire, but Bilbo looks away tapping into his Hobbit magic again and slips away, invisible, as Smaug breathes fire] You run to Bilbo and sheild him from the flames, rolling into a large empty room and dragging him behind the wall near the doorway.

Smaug: You think you can deceive me, Barrel-rider?! You have come from Lake-Town, You and your Dragon! This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lake-Men. Those sniveling cowards with their Longbows and Black Arrows!

The group all sprint into the forges, tired of waiting, joining Bilbo in his hiding spot at a safe distance. You sprint through the hallway and sprint through the pathway to the forges and let out another loud roar as he turned and followed you through the forges, ducking behind one of the columns as he breathed out a large flame, sprinting over one of the walkways letting out another loud roar and he turns in your direction and snarls.

Smaug: I am fire. I am... DEATH.

…

Back in Mirkwood

Thranduil had spent the entire party in his room with memories of you running through his mind and his dreams, his thoughts running to the woman in Thorin’s Company, and how painful it must have been for the poor woman, whispering to himself, “Jaqi Pear.” still trying to remember anyone with that name.

He laid back closing his eyes, quickly falling deeply into sleep, feeling as if your arms were wrapping tightly around him. He was back in your old garden when Legolas was still a small child. Walking through the entryway into the garden seeing you and your son seated at your small picnic, with your tea set as Legolas had just finished a large hat of leaves and placed it on top of your head, resembling a large pear. Thranduil gave chuckle as he sat down next to you, “Your looking lovely today as always, and you're hat looks especially...delicious. Enjoying your tea Love?” giving you a small smirk.

You squint your eyes and snap back, “Hey that’s Mrs Pear to you.” tapping him on the nose making him let out a quick chuckle.

Legolas adds in Hobbitish, “JackRabbit Pear.”

- Hobbits don't have a word for hare, which is what Lapatte translates into, so Hobbits use the term JackRabbit. -

His eyes pop open and sits up, “Jaqi Pear.....Banished?” Smaugs roar echoes through his Kingdom, Leaping up out of bed, quickly getting dressed, running to the door and throwing it open seeing the Guard that had just arrived to give the King a Message.

Guard, “Your Majesty, The Dwarves have escaped.”

Thranduil’s face turns into a scowl, “Obviously!” The guard is still standing there nervously, “Is there something else?”

Guard, “Your son is also gone, along with Tauriel.” Flinching away quietly as if the King would hit him.

Thranduil thinks to himself, if it was you then his son would be with you and Tauriel would surely follow you after, “Where are the banishment records I requested?”

Guard, “In the meeting room.”

Thranduil, “Prepare my soldiers.”, He ran into the meeting room and straight to the stack of books and flipped through the one from the time when you were sent off to battle. His fingers slid across the names as it landed across your name, among each Elf that had been sent with you to keep you safe, so they could not inform him and Legolas that you were alive. His mind flashing back to his father telling him you had fallen, and then having the nerve to pretend to mourn you until he died, letting out a large growl, his face twisting into a snarl as he grabbed the chair nearest him and hurled it at the wall, shattering it as he shouted loudly just as Smaug let out another roar. Breathing deeply now, fists clenched and walked to the wall, pressing his fists and his head against the wall as he growled quietly as he trembled in anger, remaining there until he had calmed down and went to put on his armor.

He walked through the door running into Tala, the elf woman from earlier who was trying to tell him about you, stopping as he sees the Healer seeing the tears and nervousness in her eyes, “You saw my wife?”

Healer, “Yes”

Thranduil nodded and placed a kind hand on her shoulder, “Tell everyone my wife is alive and in Erebor I’m going to get her and my son if I have to kill that dragon myself…”

…

Smaug opened his mouth to take another large breath to breathe out another flame as you ran and jumped into his mouth and stabbed through his head. His mouth closing as you shoved your swords in further cutting through the inner part of his skull, letting out a final grumble as he collapsed, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

All, “Jaqi?”

Legolas and his sisters all whispered, “Mom....”

They all hear another slicing sound as they see they tips of your blades through the top of Smalls head cutting in a circle before pushing your way out and climbing to the top of his head and walking to the edge and starting to climb down as your foot slipped from the blood under your boots causing you to fall straight to the ground, face first, mumbling to yourself. Climbing to your knees and wipe the blood from your nose, the group rushing to your side, “Kill a dragon, only wound is a bloody nose…The Dwarves will just love that in the retelling.”

Fili, “Ahh the truth sounds better though.”

Kili clapping his hands as he sang his own invented tune, “She slayed the mighty Smaug then fell majestically to her face.”

Bofur, “It does have a nice flow to it.” nodding his head as Nori and Ori helped you up.

Dwalin, “Quite a compliment. Fierce yet vulnerable.”

Bofur now pulling out a notebook he carried with him for his songs, working out the new lyrics as the Dwarves gathered around him, “OK add in the bit about flying into his mouth.”

Kili, “OOOOOH don’t forget a part telling him to open wide.”

Fili, “Then adding a loud group clap for his jaws slamming shut.”

Bofur pointing his small pencil at the boys, “Genius, writes itself.”

Gloin, “Don’t forget the Companies despair. Can’t have a good battle song without it.”

Oin, “AND HER ROARING!!! EVEN THE TOUGHEST OF DWARVES WOULD TREMBLE AT IT!!”

Bofur, “Ahh yes, of course…and working out a chorus about leading him through the Kingdom. ‘Im here, over here, come find me, she roared in her loud serpent tongue.’ and then the bit bout Bilbo and his riddles too, can’t be forgetting Master Bilbo either, have a good long verse or two bout you at the start and then at the end with the stone.”

Ori, “Down through the hole we gazed, no brain was found in the skull of the beast who dared defy the Mighty Hobbits Quest.”

Bofur grabbed Oris face and kissed his cheek roughly, “Ahh pure poetry from our young scribe!!!” As Ori blushed madly and the group all patted him on the back.

Nori, “Brilliant, don’t forget about him boasting of his mighty armor and forgetting about his weakness within…” the group pausing for a moment, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Or something like that”

Bofur, “Its rough but I like it.”

Balin, “The forges as well.”

Bombur, “Add in something like the roar of Smaug was nothing to our Hobbits.”

Oin, “THE FEAR IN HIS EYES! IMAGINE HIS SUPRISE TWAS A HOBBIT, NOW DOUBLED!”

Dori, “‘Twas then he knew he was troubled!”

As Bifur started to work out the rythm to the song.

The group spend a good half hour on the song alone as your daughters and Legolas helped clean you up and started to fix the public bathhouse on the ground floor. The group eventually joining you, before heading to the large banquet kitchen on that floor to make dinner, when they gave you their first performance of the song.

Pt 5

#Smaug #BilboBarrelRider #HobbitRoar #Thranduil x Reader #lotr #hobbit #Thranduil x Reader OC

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raeswritings · 7 years

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Birthday Surprises- Ethan Dolan

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Ethan x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Can you do an Ethan imagine where it’s your birthday and he does all these really cute surprises for you and maybe some gifts or something as well. Basically just him being the cutest and best boyfriend ever

Warnings: Fluff c;

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping near the bedroom window. The sun shinning through the blinds casting a warm glow into the room. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, stretching your arms as you sit up.

You look to the side of the bed where Ethan would be only to see a tray with breakfast on it with a cute little note besides the juice. You take the note delicately in your hand reading the hand writing you recognized as Ethan’s. You open and read the note.

“Good morning princess, I hope you’re in for some surprises on your very special day. So I made this little hunt for you. For first clue on where to find me, solve this riddle for the first place. I’m your friend in the morning, your go to drink. When you can’t function I’m there to help you think. Go to the place where we first met to find your favorite coffee treat.”

You smile as you think about your first encounter with Ethan.

You were in line waiting for your usual coffee drink that you always get. You had caught Ethan’s eye the second you stepped into the cozy little coffee shop. He’s seen you around before, smiling before drinking your coffee and bidding the batista goodbye before leaving.

Ethan has been wanting to talk to you but is really shy. In his eyes you were beyond beautiful. He was afraid that he’ll say the wrong thing and embarrass himself. It wasn’t until Grayson noticed his brother eyeing you.

“Dude, just go talk to her.” Grayson huffed, annoyed at his brother for not talking to the girl he’s been looking at for the past 2 minutes.

“What? No! I’ll make a fool of myself.” Ethan mumbled, his shoulders slouching. Grayson rolled his eyes. “Just ‘accidentally’ spill your drink on her and go from there.”

“I’m not doing that!” Ethan yelped but then sighed when he saw Grayson’s if-you-don’t-I’ll-do-something-about-it face. “Fine but if it doesn’t work you’re buying me another drink.” Ethan told Grayson before heading in your direction.

Thanking the batista you turn around only to bump into someone causing you to spill your drink onto your shirt. You gasp looking down at your coffee stained shirt, the cold liquid seeping into the material. You look up about to freak out on the person but get stopped by the look of horror on their face.

“Oh my god. I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” The cute stranger stutters as they quickly get napkins and try to dry your shirt.

“I was coming over here to talk to you but I was distracted by my brother then the next thing I know I bump into you. God I’m so sorry!” He rushed. You almost didn’t catch what he said.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s my sisters shirt anyway I doubt she’ll miss it.” You shrug, smiling a little.

“I still feel bad! Let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you another one. I’m Ethan by the way.” He introduced himself.

“Seeing that my drink is mostly on my shirt, I’ll take up on that offer. I’m (Y/N).” You say with a smile.

You shake the memory from your head and start getting ready.

As you step into the coffee shop you are greeted by Amy, a batista who you had befriended.

“Good morning (Y/N)!” Amy greets you before turning around and making your usual. “Here you go! One caramel frap, extra whip cream and caramel on top just how you like it. Happy birthday.”

You take your drink and begin to pull out your wallet. “Oh no need! It’s already paid for.” Amy states with a smirk.

You look at her slightly confused, Amy elaborates. “Ethan came by earlier and paid for it. He told me to give you this.” Amy hands you a note that looks similar to the one you found. You take it biding Amy goodbye and start reading it as you walk to the side.

“I see you found the second clue. For the next place solve this: Here you find something sweet. Even though you are my favorite treat. Go to the place where our lips first meet.”

You knew exactly where to go. The local bakery. You and Ethan had your first kiss there.

“I can’t believe you never heard of this place and you lived here all your life!” Ethan exclaims as he opens the for you.

Ever since Ethan had bumped into you causing you to spill your coffee onto you, you and Ethan had exchanged numbers talking and texting each other almost every day.

When Ethan found out that you never went to the bakery that he came to love, he made it his mission to take you there and make you try everything that he liked.

“So which one do you recommend?” You asked looking from the sweets on display to Ethan.

“Well I always get the red velvet cupcake. It may sound basic but trust me it’s actually heaven on earth. But I want you to try everything that me and Grayson get.” Ethan speaks looking at you with a huge smile on his face.

Your eyes widen. “Everything?! How much is that exactly?” You ask.

“Just a couple of cupcakes, pies, cookies and other sweets. Don’t worry we’ll share and take what we don’t finish to go.” He assures you.

“You’re lucky I love anything sweet.”

And that’s what you did. You tried over 20 things that day.

“Got a little frosting on your lip.” Ethan says pointing to his lips.

You wipe your mouth. “Did I get it?” You ask.

Ethan shakes his head. “Here let me.” Ethan leaned over the table and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, licking the frosting off.

With a belly full of sweets along with a good time hanging out with Ethan, sure landed him another date.

The smell of fresh baked goods filled the air as you stepped inside the bakery. You go to the counter where Helen, the owner of the bakery, was frosting cupcakes.

“Morning Helen.” You greet her as she goes around the counter and brings you in for a hug.

“Good morning sweetie! I heard it’s your birthday today so Ethan and I picked out some sweets just for you!” Helen said excitedly, pulling out a pink box that had a ribbon with a note attached to it.

You thanked Helen taking the box from her and went to sit down at a nearby table. You open the box deciding to see what Ethan had picked out. You smiled at the variety of sweets in the box and picked out a red velvet cupcake. You took a bite and read the note.

“Here you’ll find something soft and creamy. This is where my feelings started to get really steamy. Here it’s always really cold but it doesn’t stop you from having a heart of gold.”

“The ice cream shop!” You thought excitedly. You knew what Ethan meant by his feelings started to get steamy. It’s where he first said I love you.

It was a hot summer day, 20 past noon with the summer heat heavy on your and Ethan’s shoulders you both decided to cool down at the nearby ice cream parlor.

“God it’s so hot!” You groaned as the cool air of the ice cream shop hit your warm body.

“It’s not that hot (Y/N). You’re being a drama queen.” Ethan playfully rolls his eyes.

“It’s like 100 degrees outside E!!” You exclaim before ordering.

“Ok ok! I’ve got another one!” You say after a fit of giggles. You and Ethan were currently telling each other bad jokes. The one who laughs loses.

“Why don’t melons get married?” You paused. “Because they cant-alope!” You said with a serious face.

You and Ethan both stare at each other, trying to hold in your laughs but fail. Ethan throws his head back laughing. “Man I love you.” He says with smiling, looking content at that exact moment.

You freeze at his words. “You what?” At this, Ethan realizes what he said. His eyes wide as he tries to find his words. “I, uh.” He sighs, his face becomes serious. “I love you.” He softly said, his eyes looking into yours.

You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. “I love you to.”

You finish your cupcake and make your way to the ice cream shop. “Hey (Y/N)!” Josh, your and Ethan’s friend greets you with a smile.

“Hot fudge sundae with pink sprinkles?” He asks. You nod. “So a little bird told me today was your birthday! How come you never told me! I could’ve got you something!” Josh said handing you your sundae with a note on typed in the side.

“I thought you knew! I told you like last week. It’s not my fault you’re forgetful.” You laugh before sitting down enjoying that ocean cream and begin to read the note.

“You’re so close baby! Just solve this and I’ll be there when you arrive. Here is where we climb up high. You make me feel as tall as the sky. When I’m here I can clear my mind and you are never too far behind.”

Your mind instantly thought of the little hideout where Ethan goes to think.

“Babe how much longer? My feet are killing me.” You ask Ethan.

“Not that far, we’re almost there.”

Since Ethan first said I love you, it’s changed your relationship. Not it a bad way though. Ethan wanted to share a place that was special to him.

It was on top of a mountain type hill where it was high enough to see the valley below. The green scenery was beautiful to look at, a true sight to see. That’s where Ethan and Grayson would always go to just to be alone if things got too much.

Ethan pulls you up a big rock and sets you on the ground besides him. You look into the horizon. The sun slowly setting, casting a pink/orange glow on the sky. “Whoa.” You breathe.

“I know. This is where Gray and I come here to think. No one really knows about this place, just us and now you,” Ethan paused, sitting down with his back leaning against a tree. You follow his actions. “I wanted to show you this place because your special to me. With you I can truly be myself and not have any walls up.”

You both just sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company. There was no words needed to be spoken. Both content with each other and the view.

You huff as you see the tree marked where Ethan and Grayson put so they know they were close to the hideout. As you get closer you see silhouette of a person on their knees hunched over something.

“E?” You call out. Ethan looks back smiling.

“You found me!” He shouts and pulls you in for a big bear hug. “Happy birthday princess! I made all your favorites!” He said kissing your head and leading you to the cute little picnic set up in a blanket.

You smile, eyes whelming up with tears. “This is so sweet. Thank you.” You say kissing Ethan with much love and passion. “This is perfect.”

“Alright. I have your actual present.” Ethan begins after you both finished eating chocolate covered strawberries. He pulls out a cute little birthday bag out of the picnic basket and hands it to you.

You take it from him, taking out the colored tissue paper. You take out the little black box from inside. “Ethan, you shouldn’t have. I’m happy with just this.” You state.

“Hush! You didn’t even open it. Plus I wanted to. Now open it!” He urges you.

You comply opening the box to find a beautiful gold necklace with a gold rose. A cute little circle next to the rose had an ‘E’ engraved on it.

You look from the necklace to Ethan. “It’s beautiful. Help me put it on?” You give Ethan the necklace as you move your hair from your neck and face the other direction.

Ethan’s nibble fingers clamps the necklace and kisses your cheek. “I love you. Happy birthday.”

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend or birthday. It was like you said. It was perfect.

#dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins imagines #dolantwins #dolantwinsimagines #dolantwinsimagine #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagines #ethan dolan imagine #ethandolan #ethandolanimagine #ethandolanimagines

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deafinatlyafan · 7 years

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It gets Handsy

Sign language is very broad and different, usually sign language has its own grammar, but I will be writing them in English grammar when referring to Anxiety’s point of view because he understands the language a bit more. For prince, he is confused and still learning sign so it the grammar is funny to him, but it will basically be in English, just in a weird away. I’m still learning sign so I don’t know how the grammar works just yet.

He does finger spell most of the time, but sometimes he uses actual signs so when you see stiff like t-h-i-s- -i-t- - j-u-s-t- means he is fingerspelling (spelling each letter with the alphabet.)

((sometimes he uses the alphabet because he needs to slow his thoughts down a bit and it helped with his spelling, plus it was less inconspicuous to use finger spelling so that it was well hidden under the table for example or he just sign at his side. It also looked like he was just fidgeting with air so not many people commented on it when he would sign with his arms to his side.)))

Anxiety had been using sign language to help him stay grounded, or even to say whatever he wanted without the others understanding. It was great, and he loved it. He especially loved it to help when he was about to have a panic attack. Although it didn’t work every time, it helped give him a distraction when he could handle it. He always signed with a straight face, which he knew wasn’t the proper way to do it, but he was the only one of the sides that knew sign language. He didn’t want the others to know how he really felt. Plus, he was worried they would understand more if he showed even an expression on his face.

It was strange, letting your thoughts out, but having no one understand what you were saying. It did help slow his thoughts down though, especially when trying to figure out if he spelt something right. “G-r-e-e-n- y-e-l-l-o-w- -b-l-a-c-k- -b-r-o-w-n” Anxiety was trying to calm himself by fingerspelling whatever color he could see in front of him. He was in the coom’s room which was mostly dark green, with brown chairs. Anxiety had his yellow sunshine pillow Morality gave him, that he would snuggling with. (He would always scowl at those who judged him about it, but it made Morality happy. Plus, it was snuggly.) “w-h-y- a-m -I- l-i-k-e- -t-h-i-s- I- - h-a-t-e e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g o-h -i-t h-u r-t-s -p-l-e-a-s-e s-t-o-p -i-t -p-l-e-a-s-e p-l-e-a-s-e- -p-l-e-a-s-e.” Anxiety never liked panic attacks (who wouldn’t) but he hated it even more if he had a panic attack outside of his room. “t-h-i-s- -i-s- -g-r-e-a-t- -j-u-s-t- -g-r-e-a-t- -i-t- -w-a-s- -j-u-s-t- -f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g-l-y- -f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c-a-l-l-y- -g-r-e-a-t.”

“Anxiety are you okay?” Morality asked. He didn’t realize Morality or Prince was there until he was right in front of him. “Mh hm.” Anxiety answered, but his hands were saying “n-o -n-o- -n-o- p-l-e-a-s-e- -h-e-l-p-, - I- don’t want - -t-o- -b-e- alone -a-g-a-i-n-“ and continued, spelling all the thing in his head. Morality smiled, (but Anxiety didn't see,) not believing it, but assuming Anxiety would tell him if he was ready so he walked away, humming some tune nobody recognized. Prince frowned. He was following Morality, but it seemed like Anxiety needed him more. Plus, he wanted to see if he could understand what he was signing so he could help his crush. He had managed to read the first few letters Anxiety signed, but he didn’t get the rest. This was his moment to see if he could help Anxiety.

Prince didn’t want anyone to know he was learning until he could understand most of what Anxiety said, but he knew Anx would want company. He went across the emo side and sat across from him but on the couch, just pretending to play on his phone as he watched Anxiety. He wasn’t recording him, it was just his way of watching Anx while not actually looking at him so Anxiety didn’t feel uncomfortable. However, this made it difficult to see what Anx was signing; but he didn't want to look suspicious standing in front of the TV. “w-h-y- -d-o- -I- -h-a-v-e- -t-o- -b-e- -l-i-k-e- -t-h-i-s-? -I- -c-a-n-t- -d-o- -a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g- -r-i-g-h-t-, -w-h-y- -c-a-n-t- -i-t- -b-e- -d-o-n-e- -with. Please stop Prince is in here and I can’t have my crush see me like this.” Anxiety was trying so hard to keep breathing normally and it seemed to be working since Prince wasn’t telling him to breathe so he kept signing. Anxiety was switching from fingerspelling to signing and since Prince was new to sign it confused him a little (plus he could only see Anxiety from his side so he couldn’t see which letters were which for sure.) He was thrilled when he recognized a sign but all he could pull out was “Prince” and “crush”. He felt excited-hopeful for a minute before realizing that it was impossible for Anxiety to have a crush on him. Anxiety found him too annoying to ever crush on him. Wait, did Anxiety know he was watching from the camera? Wait, no he would be in worse condition if he thought he was being watched. Anxiety was signing with a straight face so Prince couldn’t tell how he was really feeling. Prince pretended to type on the phone and scroll but he kept watching Anxiety through the camera. “why -d-o- -I- -h-a-v-e- -t-o- feel t-h-i-s- -w-a-y-, -I-m- s-o- stupid i can’t do anything right, -w-h-y- -w-h-y- -w-h-y.” Anxiety signed. Prince understood the sign “cant,” and the letters “w-y” which he figured out was “why” after the third spelling. He was too fast and he never really understood it but he could grasp some of signs-kind of. He watched Anxiety for a few minutes trying to grab anything he could understand but he was singing so fast. He saw “I” and a sign that looked like “like” but it looked like he was throwing it away or-Wait, that meant “don’t like!” He was excited to understand more so he watched closer.

Wait did he just say he “I don’t like me?” Horror settled in his face when he realized what Anxiety had just said. “I hate myself.” His heart hurt but he continued watching. All he could grasp was “Everyone hates you,” and “don’t deserve help”

All Prince could do stare in shock. I mean, he knew that Anxiety hated people, but he never thought he hated himself. He always acted confident.

Well that was hypocritical, Prince felt the same way about himself and people always said they admired him for his confidence, although he barely had any. After a few more minutes of Anxiety’s attack, his singing slowed down and he seemed more relaxed. Hesitantly, Prince asked “is that you really think of yourself?”

Anxiety stopped signing. “W-what?” Anxiety croaked. “What you singed the whole time-is that what you really think about yourself?” Anxiety was horrified. “Wh-what” Anxiety could barely let it out. He hated talking after his panic attacks, but he was horrified. What if Prince had seen his admit his crush? Oh crap, what if Prince saw what a pathetic loser he was? Wait, what if-if he just leading him on just to break his heart?

“Whoa, slow down, Anxiety I can’t understand what you’re signing.” Prince said, standing up and moving in front of him-but not too close, just close enough to see what he was saying. Anxiety suddenly realized he was signing everything he was thinking. He grew furious but couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“Well good! You have no right to know what I’m thinking and I don’t have to tell you anything!” Anxiety was signing furiously, and poor Prince was confused.

“Anxiety-“

“No! you don’t have a right to know what I’m thinking of, you could have at least warned me you knew sign!” he kept signing. He was near tears. Crap. He was going to be so exhausted soon.

“Anxiety! Just because I know some sign doesn’t mean I know it all! Can you please slow down?” Prince was signing slowly, but he spoke too so Anx could understand him (he wasn’t looking at Prince anyways), “I noticed that you signed while having panic attacks, and sometimes I thought you were trying to tell us things so I just wanted to learn so I could help you so if you were signing for us to do something, I could help, but I couldn’t tell.”

“Did you understand the crush part?” Anxiety signed, suddenly regretting it. If Prince didn’t notice him signing crush then he would notice now. He felt scared when Prince looked unsure about something.

“I only understood the I dislike myself and Prince but I didn’t see anything about your crush, why did they do something to you?” Prince asked, lying straight through his teeth, hurt by the thought that he had a crush, and worrying that Anxiety’s crush did something to him.

“What? No I just-I-I just didn’t want you to know about my crush.” Anxiety was blushing as he signed. Prince frowned. Did he really not trust him that much?

“I’m sorry-I” Prince was interrupted when Anxiety suddenly closed his eyes and raced to his room. Prince was so confused. What?

“I didn’t know you could sign.” Logic said, Prince jumped before turning to him. “Sheesh could you be any quieter?” Prince asked sarcastically. Logan ignored his comment and said; “You know he hates surprises, right?” Logic asked.

“What?” Prince asked. “I saw you signing with Anxiety. I’m impressed that you did that, but he hates surprises. especially during his panic attacks.” Logic pointed out. Princes eyes grew wide:

“Oh crap” Prince brought his hands up to his face and sat down on the chair, groaning. How could he have forgotten about his dislike for surprises. “Its okay, Prince, at least you can understand him when he starts signing. My advice would be to offer to watch a movie with Anxiety. I don’t think he wants to be alone. Maybe not hugged, but not alone.” Prince was going to speak up but Logic had already walked away. Prince sighed then suddenly remembered something. He headed to his room and opened the door, going to his Disney section, frantically looking for a movie. He smiled once he saw the movie cover. Perfect. He headed to Anxiety’s room.

Meanwhile Anxiety was laying in his bed, trying to keep himself calm.

“I c-a-n-t- -b-e-l-i-v-e- Prince did that! why did he do that?! Okay, I need to focus on -s-o-m-e-t-h-i-n-g-, the color of the wall? Well there’s black, black, black, look at the -t-e-c-t-u-r-e- -o-f- -t-h-i-s-,- -i-s-n-’-t- -i-t- -f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g-- ugly? Yeah it is, why did I get this? Why c-a-n-t I figure out what the sign for that is. Okay but seriously Prince, how could he?! Well he was trying to be nice but why -d-i-d he have to do that! -U-g- If I had any chances of being closer to him I’ve lost it all know. Why do I always ruin everything?” Anxiety started signing with one hand, since his other was under his head. He was growing tired, he hated being this tired, but maybe this time he could get some sleep. He could hear a knock at the door. Anxiety frowned and turned to face the door.

“Hi, it-its Prince. I just wanted to apologize.”

Anxiety sighed and grabbed any energy he could and walked to the door, opening it. Ah great, Prince had something behind his back, is it a weapon?

“A-h, Prince, it was just you. I was afraid it was somebody important.” Anxiety signed. He suddenly felt hesitant and wondered if Prince understood any of what he said, remembering that he didn’t know all signs. Prince looked surprised but smiled a little.

“Oh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover.” Prince smiled a little as he spoke and signed bunny, slippers and showed it running away. Anx was nervous. Everything seemed normal, but Prince never came to his room or signed for that matter.

“Why are you here Prince?” Anxiety signed (with his eye brows furrowed.)

“I really am sorry that I surprised you so much. I didn’t know you didn’t like surprises. So, I though I would make it up to you by asking if you wanted to watch The Black Cauldron? I haven’t seen it for so long and thought that maybe you’d want company?”

“Didn’t you just watch it like last week?” Anxiety signed furrowing his eyebrows again. He was glad Prince didn’t understand the part that he signed about his crush; although, he was pissed that Roman knew some of what he said, he was more embarrassed, and frankly too tired to talk about it. “Yeah, but I’ve missed my darling babies!!” Prince smiled as he brought out “The Black Cauldron” DVD from behind his back, “I thought maybe you would want to watch it in your room? Or not, that’s perfectly fine, whatever you feel up to.” Prince smiled hopefully. Maybe Anxiety could see that Prince wanted to bond with him after the horrible mistake he made. Anxiety rolled his eyes but replied “come on” and signed the alphabet too fast for Princey to make out. Prince looked at him confused and tried to copy what Anxiety just did. Anxiety noticed so he sighed it slower “S-i-r- -s-i-n-g- -a- -l-o-t.”

After a couple more tries Prince understood. “Ah, thank you!” Prince said and signed, smiling walking into his room. He was surprised to see how dark and dirty the room was. There was light emitting from the window, so he could still see the room very well but the color made it look dark.

“So, do you want to watch it in here?” Prince askes suddenly feeling stupid. Anxiety probably wouldn’t have invited him into his room of he wanted to do it in the coom’s room. Anx frowned but signed;

“I’d prefer my room, I don’t like how bright it is out there,” Anxiety signed the last part by squinting his eyes as if his hand were the sun. “Wow he’s great at signing! Why is he so adorable?” Prince snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Anxiety was waiting for him to reply, so he placed the DVD under his armpit and signed; “Where did you learn sign?” Prince signed, eye furrowed. “Internet. I was mostly learning for myself before I got interested in the culture around it. It was an intriguing read.” Anxiety signed puckering his lips at the end.

Prince had never seen Anxiety use as much expression as he was using right now. It was very cute! He wanted to keep singing with him, to see how much cuter he could be, but he could see Anxiety was tired.

“Alright I’ll plug in the movie now.” Prince signed, turning to the TV. He turned the power on and set up the DVD. He turned to face Anxiety who was curled into a ball on the edge of his king-sized bed. Prince went and sat at the edge feeling awkward. He felt something on his shoulder and turned to face Anxiety who has trying to hand him the remote.

“Here you go Pretty boy.” Anxiety signed.

“What for?” Prince asked trying not to focus on the nickname.

“I’m not pushing those buttons its hard work.” Anxiety signed, putting his head back as if he was doing a dramatic death, than did a teasing smirk at the end. Prince rolled his eyes, but grabbed the remote and tried to fast forward the screen, it didn’t work so he had to wait for Tinkerbelle to show up so he could press “skip to main menu.” It took a second but it finally worked. He went to the settings and turned the subtitles on; it actually helped Roman to read better, since he had such difficulty and he knew Anxiety liked to read instead of listen sometimes, especially if he put his headphones on.

The movie started and Prince stared at the screen, watching the scene play out. He was getting so into the movie that he almost didn’t notice Anxiety leaning towards his shoulder. He jumped a little but he was surprised to see a sleepy Anxiety with earbuds in. Prince smiled at the sleeping emo. He was adorable and looked peaceful. He couldn’t help giving him a kiss on the forehead before returning his attention to the screen aware of his crush on his shoulder.

Meanwhile in Anxiety’s dream, Prince was running with him in the woods. At first it was a teasing chase. Anxiety had stolen his favourite red stash (though why this was his favourite Anxiety would never know) and Prince was grinning, calling out to the other. Next thing he knew they were face to face with a skeleton. Anxiety frowned before realizing he recognized this villain.

It was the horned king from “The Black Cauldron.”

“’I’m sorry my love.” Prince said, Anxiety was confused before he realized the only way to kill the Cauldron King was to jump in the cauldron.

“NO! You can’t do it Prince! We don’t have the healer here! They can’t bring you back to life if you do this!” Anxiety would’ve insult him but he was too scared to even remember an old insult he had used.

“No Anxiety I have to do this.” Prince turned to him, “for you my love.” Before Anxiety could react Prince turned and jumped in the tiny cauldron.

“NO, PRINCE NO!” Anxiety reached out, but the skeletons had already grabbed him.

The horned king was smirking at him and slowly pointed at him. His armies were now surrounding him, shaking him and screeching. “Let go of me! Prince! No!”

“Anxiety!” one of the skeletons looking concerned said. Anxiety was so confused until the next second he saw Princys face. “Hey hey, its okay I’m here.” Prince said. Anxiety was sobbing and shaking, how could his boyfriend do that? You know never mind he was okay, he was okay. He just leaned forward, grabbed Prince’s face and kissed him. Prince was momentarily shocked before he leaned in. They kept kissing. It all felt so perfect and right with Prince, but he was wondering why it felt like he had never done it before.

“Wait.” Anxiety thought. Suddenly he remembered Prince was not his boyfriend, and he had been dreaming. Anxiety pulled away suddenly causing Prince to fall over a little and started signing. “Oh Prince, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry- I” Anxiety was starting to shake as he signed and kept rambling, not knowing what to say and hating himself for being such an idiot. Prince was a little hurt but the sudden stop, thinking that Anxiety hated it, but when he saw Anxiety was about to cry, he was confused. Prince snapped out of his thinking; he needed to help his prince.

“No- no its okay-I -I liked it.” Prince said, blushing. Anxiety looked at him, he was on the verge of tears.

“You did?” he signed, hands shaking. “Yeah, and I’d like to do it again if you don’t mind- and only if you want to, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Prince was embarrassed and he would’ve just kissed him, but he didn’t want to make Anxiety uncomfortable if he was on the verge of crying. Anx hesitated before he leaned forward (Prince doing the same) and gently place his lips on his Prince. Lets just say things got a little handsy.

((not that handsy you dirty minded people.))

bonus scene thanks to @starrykid‘s imagination:

“Lets watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl and make out during the scary parts” Prince said to Anxiety. Anxiety raised His eyebrows. “… The scary parts… of Sharkboy and Lavagirl? Prince you are a sad strange little man and you have my pity.” he signed.

Prince was quiet for a minute. trying to decipher what he said. “Wait, did you just make a reference to toy story?!”

Anxiety smiled before he leaned in to kiss Prince.

#it gets handsy #see that how you wanna #my fic #fic #cay #sign language #Anxiety #Prince #Prinxiety #I just realized I could have made Anxiety deaf #huh #that could work #anyways #have fun #asl

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