#guest staring katie

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Creepy Crawlers

Lia Wälti x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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It’s quiet on the drive over to practice. 

Despite your occasional attempts to engage Lia into conversation, the Swiss midfielder resolutely stares out the passenger side window, lips turned down and set into a frown. 

When you finally pull up to the training grounds, you’re hoping things have blown over a bit. You give her a goofy grin, but it quickly turns into a grimace when Lia ignores your presence and shoulders past you into the training facility. 

You’re like a lost dog when you trail behind her into the locker room. 

Everyone notices the rift between the two of you instantly. 

“Oi, what did the missus do today?” Katie laughs, though the laughter quickly dies on her tongue when she receives a frosty glare from the Swiss.

The Irish woman turns around to you, eyes wide as she mouths ‘what did you do?’ Everyone knows that Lia’s the sweetest person to ever walk the earth. So for her to outwardly express her displeasure?

You shake your head, turning towards your own locker. 

It’s stupid how something so small can spoil your own mood. You’re used to morning kisses, arms wrapped around your lover’s on the way in. You’re used to morning coffees basking in each other’s presence, the occasional joke at your expense sprinkled in here and there. Lia’s never not given you the attention you crave before practice, and it’s absolutely ruining your day.

Your eyes are downcast when you trudge onto the field. Teammates from all sides of the field are steering clear of both of you, not sure what’s gone on to cause such a distance between the Arsenal “it” couple.

Leah, on the other hand, has no qualms getting deep and personal. While everyone else tries to pretend nothing’s going on, your best friend throws an arm around your shoulder, ignoring your mumbled “get off.”

“What did you do?” Leah gives you a nudge, nearly sending you sprawling forward.

There’s a second where you think about not answering. 

But you’re so sad. And your heart really can’t take it anymore. 

You’re willing to take any advice given, even if it comes from a 27 year old child. 

“We have an uninvited guest living with us right now.” 

Leah tilts her head, eyebrow raising in question. 

You sigh, shaking your head. “Lia found a spider in the shower this morning,” you explain. 

“And?” Leah questions, not seeing the connection. 

“Well she wanted me to kill it.”

Your best friend frowns. “I thought you’re afraid of spiders.”

“I am! Lia still thinks I should take care of the uninvited creepy crawlers though.”

There’s a moment of silence as Leah looks you up and down. Clearly she can’t tell if you’re being serious or not, but one look at the longing glances you keep sending over your shoulder to Lia, Leah’s more than convinced that the two of you are ridiculous. 

And she tells you exactly that.

You roll your eyes when she does, but Leah instantly gets suspicious when you wipe the annoyed look off your face. Hand tightening around Leah’s arm, you lean in close to her, giving her your best smile. 

“Any chance you’re free tonight?”

“Depends.”

“Are you willing to get rid of it for me?” You bat your eyelashes at her, hoping to sway her into helping you. 

Leah snorts, shoving you away. “Nope. Have fun with that.”

Lia ignores you the entire day.

You try saving her a seat at lunch. She grabs her tray and drops into a spot beside Steph, not sparing you a glance. 

You approach her to ask if she’d like to be your spotter at weight training. She walks right past you and plucks Kyra away from Alessia.

No matter how many times you try catching her attention, Lia simply turns her back to you and walks away. 

By the end of the day you’ve had it.

When the girls are all changing, getting ready to head home, you make a quick pit stop. You thought long and hard about it, not really wanting to go to such extremes, but at the end of the day you’d rather have a bruised ego if it meant doing what’s best for your relationship.

Lia’s standing by the car when you finally emerge from the locker room. Her arms are crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she waits for you to arrive. 

It’s habitual, the way you instantly reach for the bag on her shoulder, holding it in your own hand as you open her car door for her. The way Lia doesn’t stop you has you breathing out a sigh of relief, thinking you’ve finally broken through to her. 

Oh how you’re wrong. 

When you purse your lips up, expecting the kiss she always gifts you before slipping into her seat, you instead receive a hard stare before the door slams shut in your face.

Sighing, you trudge to the back of the car, popping up the trunk to place both of your bags in. 

There’s an underlying tension when you start driving home. From the corner of your eyes you can see Lia’s jaw still clenched tight, her eyes steadily focused somewhere off in the distance. Even changing the radio station to the type of music she likes can’t break the frown on her lips. 

It’s so stifling and all you want is your girlfriend back. 

As the minutes tick down and you get closer and closer to home, you know you have to break the air. You have to give your girlfriend a word of warning in the slim chance you guys don’t make it home first. There’s really no good time to say it, but there’s an annoying smirk playing in the back of your mind, the conversation you just had still ringing in your ears. 

As casually as you can, you hum out: “So I invited Caitlin over later.”

It’s a bit worrying how quick Lia whips her head towards you. Her hand slams against the stereo, shutting off the music. Silence fills the car as Lia’s eyebrows draw together, mouth opening and closing a few times in confusion. “Caitlin Foord? Like my ex-girlfriend Caitlin Foord?”

You nod, nervously swallowing.

“Why?” She sounds bewildered and a little bit concerned all at the same time.

You groan. “Babe, I am not killing that spider and it’s obvious you aren’t going to either. We both know Cait is more than happy to help us deal with our uninvited guest.”

“Well won’t that be… weird?”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Why would it be?”

Lia gives you a look like you’re stupid. “She’s my ex.”

“We’re all adults here, Lee,” you roll your eyes, internally laughing at the face Lia pulls at your response. 

“Okay, well it’s up to you.”

You shrug. “As long as you don’t break up with me over this, I think I’ll be fine.”

A beat passes as you cruise down the street. 

Another beat passes as you turn the corner.

Then, 

“Well now that I think about it--”

Lia has to hide her laughter when you slam on the breaks.

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[pathetichimbos]

First Meeting - Part Three

((part two here))

((part four here))

Thomas Hewitt/GN!Reader

tagslist: @goodiesinthecloset21 @shykoolade

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You've run away from home, hitchhiking around Texas as you come up with your next plan, only to find that life has plans of its own when a simple ride with a group of friends lands you at a lone gas station in Travis County, drawn to a mysterious man most seem to avoid.

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"Oh my..."

It sounds like the second woman caught sight of you too.

"What are you doin' in my pantry!?" Luda Mae asks, as if she were scolding a small child for getting into the cookie jar.

"T-Thomas put me in here..." You stumble over your words as you slowly lower the bag.

She shakes her head with a tsk, looking you up and down, "And I suppose Hoyt don't know you're here?"

It was your turn to shake your head.

"Well he'll sure as hell find you if you stay here. Come on, get up." She motions for you to stand.

You do as you're told, avoiding Katie's pleading eyes as Luda Mae guides you through the kitchen and to the stairs.

You follow her up the stairs, down the hall and to the last room on the right.

"This is Tommy's room. Hoyt don't come in here. I'll let Thomas know when he gets finished with his chores."

You nod, the world around you feeling like a daze as you try to process everything happening.

She starts to shut the door, “W-Wait…” You catch her attention, “Can I ask you something?”

She hesitates for a moment but opens the door again, “Go ahead.”

You swallow, your mouth dry, “Are you…” She waits as you take a breath, “Are you going to kill Katie?”

“I don’t kill, honey. Don’t have the stamina for that.”

“N-No I meant--”

Luda Mae stops you in your tracks with a tight smile, “I know what you meant, dear.”

You sigh, watching as she shuts the door and leaves you alone once again.

You turn, your eyes scanning over the bedroom.

It was bare, save for the furniture one would expect to find in a bedroom.

To your left, there was a bed, pressed into the corner, neatly made, a floor lamp perched beside it. Above the left of the bed there was a window, viewing down to the side of the house. To your right, there was a dresser with a mirror placed against the wall in the middle. It was bare, no trinkets or pictures sitting on it. The mirror, however, was covered by a thin sheet.

The room didn’t seem like a bedroom of someone who had been there their whole life. It seemed like a guest room, untouched and without decorations.

You take a step forward, looking around the small space.

You walk to the window, leaning on the bed to look down at the overgrown yard below, empty and void of people.

You were tired. So tired. Tired from the traveling, tired from the day. You found yourself so exhausted from everything you could barely keep your eyes focused.

You take your shoes off and brush your feet off, setting your bag down at the foot of the bed before climbing on. You press yourself into a corner, knees to your chest as you look out the window.

You're not sure how much time passes as you wait, but the ache settles back in your bones as you stare, your eyes slowly drifting shut as you manage to fall asleep.

…

Your eyes open, body aching and numb from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position.

You uncurl and stretch, your eyes blinking as you look around the now dark room, the only source of light trailing in from the edges of the closed door. Silence creeps in from the floorboards, and for a second you wonder if you're alone in the house.

You discard that thought, however, when the low thuds of footsteps echo from the hall, heading towards the bedroom door.

You hold your breath, watching and waiting to see what would happen.

The doorknob begins to turn, and light casts over a small part of the room as the door swings open and Thomas walks in.

His shoulders were hunched and his head hung low, his dress shirt and slacks now covered in dirt and a few worrying dark stains.

Out of habit he flips the lights on, temporarily blinding you and causing you to scrunch your face as your eyes adjust.

Brown eyes lift to face you, and he seems almost ashamed. You shift closer in on yourself, your mind drifting back to Katie.

He shuffles on his feet, waiting for you to speak.

Your eyes scan over him and float back to the dark, blood like stains on his clothes.

“Are you okay?” You ask meekly, your voice cracking as you speak.

He looks down at the stains on his clothes and looks back up, nodding.

He was picking at his hands, nails scratching at the cuts he wouldn't let heal.

You shift in your spot on the bed, the ache in your bones still present as your eyes dart around the room, trying to think of something to say. What were you supposed to say in this situation? You didn't want to upset him, not after everything that happened today. Who's to say he wouldn't hurt you too?

You jump as he moves, causing him to falter for a second before he starts shifting through his dresser drawers, pulling out a large gray shirt.

But, instead of putting it on, or even leaving to put it on, he hands the fabric to you.

You hesitate, mind running slower than usual as you take the shirt from his hand, "...Thank you."

He nods a little, turning back to the dresser to pull his own change of clothes out before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

You look down to the shirt in your hand, feeling a little uncomfortable wearing the shirt of a strange man you had only just met that day, but the grime of your jeans and tank top rubs against your skin, a stark contrast to the soft fabric of the shirt in your hands.

You climb off the bed, tugging your shirt off before replacing it with the large t-shirt and shimming your jeans down and kicking them off.

You grab your bag, pulling a pair of shorts out and shoving your dirty clothes back in. The shorts weren't exactly the cleanest, but they weren't nearly as dirty as your other changes of clothes and paired with the clean shirt it felt like a dream.

You sigh, zipping your bag back up and setting back on the floor by the foot of the bed. You take a seat on the bed again, closing your eyes and rubbing your face, feeling more awake now as you wait for Thomas.

Your mind can't help but to wander back to the day, everything feeling like a hazy dream as your brain tries to cope with the traumatic truth you were faced with.

Part of you wondered if it was a dream, something that your under-fed and overworked mind came up with just to remind you that things can never be as good as they seem.

The door opens again, breaking your train of thought as Thomas steps back inside, now in a fresh pair of pajamas, shoulder still slumping with exhaustion.

You blink, looking up at him as he stands there awkwardly, as if he was aware of something you weren't.

You furrow your brows, and look down to the bed.

Oh. Right.

You shift in place again, "I can take the floor..."

He shakes his head, walking past you and to the closet, pulling out an extra blanket and pillow for himself, and laying them on the floor.

You sigh, "No, wait, it's fine, we can share the bed."

You weren't the most excited about it, but while the bed was rather small, it had enough room for two, and you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing he had to take the floor because you felt awkward.

He looks down at you again, eyebrows raised in a question.

"Yea, I'm sure. It's fine." You assure him, pulling the covers back and moving over to the wall.

He hesitates, but sets the extra pillow on the bed before half-folding the blanket, setting it on the dresser and shutting off the lights, climbing in next to you.

You're tense, and you can tell he is too. It's no one's preference to share a bed with a stranger, especially after the day the two of you had.

You press your back against the wall, staring into the darkness as your eyes begin to droop, your body quickly becoming tired, fighting against your wired mind.

Thirty minutes pass, and neither of you have fallen asleep. Thomas shifts uncomfortably across from you, rubbing at his mask and staring at the ceiling.

"...Is the mask bothering you..?" You ask in a whisper.

He nods, letting out a sigh as he tries to adjust it again.

"...Then why don't you take it off?"

He looks at you, but gives no response.

You stare at him, mouth running faster than your mind as you blurt out, "Did you kill her?"

He lets out another sigh, hesitating for a moment before giving a slow nod.

His answer doesn't seem real, falling into the same haze the rest of the day exists in as you nod at his response.

"...Why?"

He doesn't answer you, and you remember he can't. You sigh, closing your eyes as you rub your face, everything feeling numb as you try to process it all.

A gentle touch on your wrist catches your attention.

You look back at Thomas, who's now leaning on his side, eyes staring down at the sheets, almost nervously, as if he wants to ask you something.

You lower your hands, mind racing even more, wondering how someone so shy and nervous could be capable of hurting someone.

"...Do you want to ask me something?"

He nods, still not making eye contact with you.

You sigh, realizing finding out the actual question was going to be a lot harder.

The hand on your wrist gives you a slight tug, and you let him pull your hand down, resting it on his own palm.

You stare at him, wondering what he was doing, the rough callouses of his hand polar opposite of the gentle touches as he began moving his finger over your palm.

You flinch, a curt laugh coming out at the unexpected movement, and he stops, waiting for you to get used to the feeling before he starts to write something.

It only takes you a minute to realize that he was writing his question in your hand, slowly writing out the letters as you guessed each one, occasionally tapping to signal the next word.

"A-R-E U S-C-A-R-E-D O-F M-E?"

You look up, brown eyes still avoiding your gaze as he waits for your response.

"I don't know how to feel..." You told him, truthfully, staring down at where your hands touch, "It's a lot to take in..."

He nods in agreement, hsi finger beginning to write something else.

"I-M S-O-R-Y."

You sigh, closing your eyes, your voice still quiet, "...I know..."

"A-R-E Y-O-U G-O-N-A L-E-V-E?"

You open your eyes again, looking up to meet his own eyes, carefully looking over your features as he waits.

"...I don't know." You swallow, "I don't have a place to go, but... After everything..."

He sighs, his grip becoming a little firmer on your hand.

"S-T-A-Y."

You look over his face, trying to look for any reason to not trust him, or for any sign that he may not be genuine, but he's confident in his request, waiting for your answer as he looks back to you.

"...Why? You don't even know me..."

"U-R T-H-E O-N-L-Y O-N-E T-H-A-T-S N-I-C-E T-O M-E."

You contemplate his words for a moment, feeling them engrain themselves into your hand, leaving a faint buzz tickling through your palm.

His eyes are pleading, watching your expression with an anticipative, almost hopeful look that seems to fade with every second you take to answer.

"...Okay." You nod, "...I'll stay."

He nods, shoulders relaxing and seemingly content with your answer as he lets go of your hand, turning to lay on his back again and letting out a deeper sigh.

You can feel yourself start to relax as well, whether it be the relief of making a decision or the pure exhaustion finally catching up with you, you didn't care to think about as you sink into the warm bed, heavy eyes finally closing as you drift off to sleep.

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[kamwilliamsonn]

pretty - Vivianne Miedema

request : here

of which Viv gets a little too drunk at one of Katie's parties

"y/n come join us, please!" Leah pouts at you, asking you to come and join with them.

"I think I should probably stay sober, mate, somebody has gotta look after you lot." You smiled at her, laughing as she slouches herself against you.

She drunkenly points across the room to wear your favourite Dutchie stood, clearly out of her mind. "Think she might need it more than the rest of us."

The blonde was staring over to you and Leah, a small pout on her face, one arm holding a glass that she's drinking far too quickly, while the other is holding onto the table to keep her standing.

You laughed softly and pulled Leah off of you, passing her over to Jen instead, and made your way over to Viv.

She hadn't even noticed you make your way over until you had plucked the glass from her hand.

"Hey, pretty, let's get you home, ey?" You mumbled softly, putting your arm around her waist.

Her head instantly leans down onto your shoulder - it was a struggle because she was a little taller than you - and nods tiredly. "y/n/n, I'm sleepy." She mutters out and you smile down at her.

"Hey, everyone! I'm gonna take Viv home, does anybody else want a lift?" Beth instantly took the invite and headed towards your car, climbing in the back seat while you help Viv into the front.

Ever the animated drunk, Beth talks to you the whole way to her house, only having her seatbelt on because you had forced her to.

Viv, on the other hand, sat quietly in the front seat - a comfort-loving drunk - her hand was resting on your knee, as she stared at you driving, her eyes flickered all over you, ignoring every word that Beth said.

Beth was the first to be dropped off, you walk her up to her door, your eyes flicking to Viv in the car, making sure that she didn't do anything dumb.

You grab her keys from her hands for her and unlock the door, watching as she collapsed onto the sofa and falls asleep instantly.

You grab two aspirin from your bag and grab her a bottle of water, leaving them on the coffee table next to her.

"Goodnight, Beffy." You mumble softly before leaving the house, shutting the door behind you and making sure it locks.

When you get back to the car, Viv is practically crying in her seat.

You instantly sit down and shut the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" You ask her, only to be met with silence. "Vivianne." You warn her softly, letting her know she should answer.

She looks over to you, and the pout and tears almost make you start crying yourself. "I thought you forgot about me." She mumbles.

You lean over and give her a soft kiss on her forehead. "I would never."

That makes the tears stop, her hand instantly goes back to your knee, drumming a little beat as you pull your seatbelt on and start the car once more.

Once you arrive at her house, you ask her for your keys, and see the tears form once more. "I left them inside. And Beth is the only person with a spare key."

"That's okay. It's okay, don't cry. You can crash at mine and we'll get your key from Beth in the morning, how does that sound?"

The blonde nods softly, a pout still on her face as you start the car again.

The moment you pull up at your house, you shut the car off completely, pulling your keys out.

You get out of your side and walk around to Viv's side. You unlock the door and help her out, wrapping your arm around her waist once more.

Her head drops into the crook of your neck and in her drunken state she starts to press soft kisses.

Your breath hitches softly as you try and ignore it, walking her up your steps, unlocking your door with your left hand - it wasn't easy.

You walked her up to your bedroom - you'd use the guest, your bed was nicer and you didn't want Viv to be uncomfortable - and found a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that would fit her before placing them on your bed.

"I'm gonna grab myself some clothes and go get changed in the guest room, then, I will bring you some aspirin and some water, and you will go to sleep. Understand?"

"Can't you stay with me?"

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes. Really." She nods energetically. "You're pretty, I wanna share the bed with a pretty girl."

"You're so drunk."

You still ended up getting changed in the other room, and she got changed in yours, you went to bed with her in your arms.

And the next morning, even with your hair a mess, and a little dribble dripping down your chin, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl in the world.

And even with a pounding headache she made sure to tell you. Her head once more resting in the crook of your neck as she mumbled to you,

just how pretty you were.

What do you think? I feel like the writing sucks a little, and it could have been written better, but I adore the idea so- yay :)

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[gloomyhearts]

We got this ~ Vivianne Miedema x f!reader

Part two

As the month flew by, Viv takes big steps in her recovery and forward her being able to play again. With you along the hard and long way, she found strength to keep going, staying positive. Always keeping her occupied, she visits your games, or you stay with her on the straps as Arsenal was playing. Marking the month after her surgery, you guys went on several dates, in restaurants, museums, or casual strolls around parks. You two decide to take the next step and decide to level your relationship to girlfriends.

"I’m heading to an appointment, but afterwards I’m all yours.”

"What kind of?"

"Nothing bad, just with the manager."

"Okay, liefje. See you soon. Any wishes for lunch?”

"Anything you make tastes delicious, surprise me.”

"All right, doing my best."

"You are the best,” you click your tongue.

"Such a charmer.”

"I’ve got so much more. Maybe I’ll show you later but now I gotta go see you. "

"I keep my eyes open.” You can hear her smile through the phone, how she squeezes her eyes shut and her lips turning up, so her dimples are visible.

Beth and Katie came over for some company they’re looking forward to see you 😊

Over the months Beth was a true friend to Vivianne as she understood her in every situation and could help with emotions different to how you could help her, saying sweet nothings and motivational, showing her the bright side, the positive, keep her going. Katie being Viv’s biggest fan and number one supporter, she was there every step as well cheering as the next milestone was reached.

You ring the bell, and second after, you were greeted by a brunette woman, “Y/N’s here!” Katie shouts back into the house.

"You expecting someone else?” You step next to Viv at the kitchen island where she sits on the bar stool and sling an arm around her back, kissing her cheek, “your other girlfriend?”

"No, no, the girl ordered us food.”

"I’m not even getting your delicious food?” You turn towards the guests. “Thank you guys.”

"Cry me a river,” Katie smirks.

"So what happened at your appointment?”

"Thank you Viv great question,” you face Beth. “Didn’t know I’d only get you in a trio.”

“They asked where you were I told them,” a laughter escape her lips and you shake your head chuckling, pecking her lips. Beth and Katie made vomiting sounds in union.

"Not a big deal, just some adjustments on my contract, my vision for the future.”

"Your big dreams,” Viv remarks, bringing her arms around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck.

It was difficult to get into the building of Arsenal without any of her teammates noticing. You had everything planned. Todays the day Viv has her first training on the field, another big step in her recovery. Changing into your kit, you rub your palms on your shorts, taking a shaky breath. You step out of the room. As you arrive at the pitch, the team is standing in a big circle, chatting about their last days, laughing and enjoying. Your girlfriend soon sets her feet on the grass as well, all cheering her up as she begins to run her tracks. Taking further steps to the group, Katie is the first to catch you, and she runs off to you. “Y/N!” throwing her arms around you and jumping against you. You caught the Irish woman and your stability before falling over.

"Wouldn’t believe you’d be this excited to see me,” you laugh against her shoulder.

A hand rests on your shoulder and Katie gets down on the ground again. “What are you doing here?” she observes you from head to toe. “In Arsenal clothes that aren’t mine?”

"Surprise,” you open your arms, shaking your hands. “If you don’t wanna, I can leave.”

"No, it is indeed a surprise but wonderful,” she lays her arms around your neck and pulls you closer.

"We probably should get going.”

"I understand,” she huffs.

"We’ll cuddle after training gorgeous,” you wink at her before leaving for your first session.

It’s the 22th of October you made it in the staring line on the right wing, it was an intense game with two scored bangers from Katie McCabe. You made important sprints and crosses helped the defense and had a few chances yourself, but they were blocked in any way.

You groaned on your latest chance in the additional minute, but the resentment was out of your body as you’ve made your way back in your half and saw Viv stand at the sideline. In the short sequence, you could lay an eye on her she struggled with tears, her lips pressed together, one dimple showing. She was subbed in, and on the next attack, she was involved. Getting a cross from you, the goalkeeper stopped her shoot. You made my way over to her, and you two high fived. “Good idea, keeper sucks.”

"The cross was amazing, do another.” You hold her your thumb up and jog back into position.

The final whistle blows, and you run towards Vivianne, jumping on her back and sling your arms around her neck. Your head rests on hers. She piggybacks you around the pitch as she hugs the other plays. Then she lets you down, “now give me a proper celebration.” You take her face in your hands and pull her closer, connecting your lips. She drapes her hands on your waist, and after you pull apart, you embrace her as tight as you possible could.

“I’m so proud of you.” Your girlfriend doesn’t move an inch. Her mouth fell apart, and her eyes wide open. “You're not happy you're back?” You snip your fingers in front of her face. “Vivianne? Are you okay?” A hand on each side of her upper arms, you slightly shake her. “Youre scaring me.”

"You just kissed me.

"I mean you're my girlfriend.

"But.. but were still in the stadium,” she stutters, and your eyes widen as well.

"Shit.. shit.. I'm sorry if you didn’t .. that wasn’t what we wanted,” you clap your hands over your mouth.

"It's all right, liefje. It's fine.” She kisses you again.

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[hurt-care]

The Wedding Date

I've had this idea for a fic for a few weeks and I just had to write it! It's been AGES since I've written and I got this one out pretty quickly, but I hope it's fun to read.

OCs, M/F relationship M, allergies Scenario - old college friends reconnect at a wedding. One of them is suffering from some spectacular hayfever. The other has a thing for sneezing....

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Pulling at the waist of her dress, Katie fidgeted as she looked around the gathering crowd. It was a warm spring day in Austin; not too hot but still brilliantly sunny. It was her first time visiting Texas and while she knew that she would eventually run in to some people she knew at this wedding, for now the people nearby were all strangers. She was in town to celebrate the wedding of her college friends, Ashleigh and Tim. They'd all met in Chicago but had since all moved away. Katie had continued on to Utah for a graduate degree and had since settled in Colorado. Ashleigh and Tim had moved to Austin where Tim had grown up. Katie was one of a handful of people who had flown in from out of town for the event while most of the guests were local friends and family of the couple.

Suddenly, Katie saw a familiar face across the lawn. They were all gathered on the grounds of a local museum in the midst of a beautiful five-acre property with sprawling gardens and trees. There, standing alone at one of the scattered cocktail tables, was Ben.

The last time she'd seen him was their graduation ceremony over six years ago. He'd lost some of the boyish roundness to his face and was sporting an unfamiliar scruffy beard, but he otherwise looked just the same as she remembered. Her heart skipped a beat as he looked up and met her eyes. She'd had an impossibly huge crush on him for all four years of school but she'd never had her chance to act upon it. He'd arrived at college already attached to a girlfriend from high school and they'd been together on and off all four years that Katie had known him. 

He started to cross the lawn towards her. He was wearing a navy linen suit with a green tie and as he got closer, she could see that he looked...upset? His eyes were red and puffy. Suddenly, he paused his stride and turned his head away, tucking his face into the crook of his arm.

Katie froze as she watched him jerk with a sneeze. Oh god.

She's had a weird kink as long as she can remember. She always found sneezing to be strangely endearing and now her college crush was walking towards her and he was clearly suffering from allergies.

He recovered from the sneeze and approached her.

“Hey Katie!” he said. “Didn't know I'd see you here!”

His voice was subtly congested and he sniffled audibly at the end of the statement. She tried not to stare too intensely at him but it was hard not to notice his swollen eyes and nose.

“Hi Ben!” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as they embraced in a swift hug. “So good to see you! How're things?”

He was smiling at her but his expression was faltering and his eyebrows furrowed while his mouth hung open and he panted with a few shallow breaths.

“Sorry,” he said haltingly. “I have to---teh...ehTSGHH!!”

He turned away again, catching the sneeze with steepled hands.

“Ugh, sorry,” he reiterated. “Allergies. It's my first time in Texas and I didn't really realize how bad it would be here.”

“Ah,” she said, feeling her cheeks burn and she hoped she wasn't visibly blushing as bright red as it felt like she was. “I hear they're awful here. Cedar or something.”

He nods, fishing in his pocket and retrieving a bit of a well-used tissue. “I should've taken something stronger than my regular stuff but I guess it's too late now. Anyway, how're you? You look great! Whereabout are you living these days?”

She feels herself blush more. “Thanks! Um...I'm in Denver, actually. Finished grad school last spring and moved there in the fall. So it's been about six months. I like it, but I miss Chicago. Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I'm still at the bank. It's good. I saw Tim and Ashleigh in the fall actually. They came up to visit, which was nice. Tim was in town for work so they made a week of it.”

He pressed the tattered tissue to his nose as he spoke. Katie bit her lip, watching him with a mix of awe and embarrassment. His bright blue eyes, the feature that had first attracted her to him, were still beautiful and stood out thanks to his navy suit. But they were bloodshot and puffy today, clearly irritated and itchy.

“Maybe we should find our seats for the ceremony?” she suggested, glancing towards the rows of folding chairs where much of the crowd was gathering now. “See if we can find anyone else from school? I heard Mark was coming. And I think Amy too.”

“Sure! Yeah, I talked to Mark and he can't make the ceremony but he'll be coming to the reception after dinner. I'm not sure about Amy.”

They made their way over to the chairs and picked out seats. Beside her, Ben sniffled thickly and rubbed at his nose. She took out her phone, subtly checking her appearance in the camera to ensure she wasn't beet-red. Witnessing him in the midst of the allergy attack was doing her heart-rate no favours. He groaned quietly and put a palm to his eye, wiping away some tears as they watered. 

When the ceremony music began, she gave mental thanks for the distraction from the spectacle at her side. The bridal party processed down the aisle and the crowd rose to stand for the bride. Ashleigh looked radiant as she walked towards the front of the ceremony space and stood opposite Tim. The officiant welcomed the crowd and invited them to be seated.

At her side, Ben turned and stifled two sneezes into his arm. Eh-GHXT! Tsh-GXHT!

He sniffled wetly and pressed his knuckles to his red, swollen nose. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie could see a damp spot around his nostrils. Digging in her purse, she retrieved a small folded tissue and held it out to him. 

“Oh god, thank you,” he whispered.

“I brought it in case the vows made me tear up but I think you need it more,” she whispered back. 

He pressed the folded tissue to his nostrils and almost instantly sneezed again, barely managing to stifle the sound.

Ehh-TSGHXXT!

Katie crossed her legs, feeling herself flooding with arousal and hoping that the ceremony would be short. Thankfully, it was. As the bride and groom were announced, the crowd rose to their feet and cheered the new couple.

“They look great,” Ben said as the bride and groom walked by. He turned and smiled at Katie.

“They do,” she agreed. His smile at her gave her a sudden jolt of confidence.

“Hey, she asked. “Are you still dating Amelia? Why isn't she here?”

“Oh,” Ben said, sounding a little surprised. “Oh, no, we broke up ages ago. When we were still in school actually. Close to the end of our last year.”

“Oh,” Katie replied, feeling herself growing bolder. “Are you seeing anyone else now?”

“No,” Ben said. “I've been single for a bit. Work is busy and all that. I'll get back out there eventually. What about you?”

“Err..no one at the moment,” she replied.

“Well then I hope you'll agree to be my dance partner tonight,” he said. “If I can stop sneezing long enough to dance.”

She was sure now that she was visibly blushing.

“I'd like that, yeah,” she stammered. “And it's fine. We know it's not contagious. Anyway, let's go find the cocktail bar. I need a drink.”

“Agreed,” he said. “My throat is so dry. Hopefully a few glasses of wine knocks the hay-fever out of me. Shall we?”

He extended his bent arm to her. She was surprised by the gesture but took his arm and smiled.

“Lead the way!”

They walked across the sunny lawn towards the bar. There was already a small line formed and as they took their place at the end, Katie could hear Ben's breath catch.

She tried not to turn and stare, but she couldn't help it. He steepled his hands over his nose and bent at the waist, sneezing forcefully.

Hehh-TSCHOOO!

He sniffled with a wet sound and didn't remove his hands from his face. She heard his breath gasp and he pitched forward with a small fit of rapid sneezes.

Nghh-TSGHT! Ehh-TSCHHT! Hehhh....ehhh-TSCHIIHEHHH!

He kept one hand over his nose as he fumbled for the tissue she'd given him earlier. A tear from his irritated eyes fell down his cheek.

“Bless you,” she said softly, feeling as if she was saying something much more flirtatious. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, trying to clean himself up a little.

“Why don't you go find us a quiet spot to sit and I'll get the drinks?” she offered. 

“That would be great,” he said, his voice cracking hoarsely. “White wine please. I'll get a spot over by that gazebo.”

He gestured to a sheltered spot on the far side of the lawn and she nodded. “See you in a few.”

With Ben gone, she can let her guard down for a second and she exhales, fanning her face with her hand for a moment. The spring day suddenly feels much warmer. She gets two glasses of white wine and carries them towards the gazebo.

Ben is sitting on a bench looking miserable. His eyes are more swollen now and he is dabbing his nose with the rapidly-disintegrating tissue.

“Thanks,” he said as she handed him one of the glasses. He took a long sip. “Sorry I'm such a mess. It's really nice to see you, Katie.”

“It's fine,” she said. “Really.”

“You look great. That dress is perfect on you.”

She looked at him in wonder. Was he flirting with her?

“That suit is great on you too. Blue is your colour. I always thought you had the nicest blue eyes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I'm glad you're here. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I was going to come because I wasn't sure I'd know anyone besides Ashleigh and Tim. They're the only ones I've really kept in touch with besides Rachel but she just had a kid in March and couldn't come.”

She was momentarily distracted by the flaring of his nostrils and she stared as he built up to another sneeze. He gave a faint growl of frustration before he turned and sneezed into his arm.

Ehh-TSCHEHH!

“Goddammit...ahh, sorry,” he said with a sniffle. 

For a moment he stared at her and she stared back, unsure of what to say. In the distance, the DJ turned down the cocktail party music and announced that everyone should take their seats for dinner and the introduction of the bridal party.

“I guess we should find our seats,” Ben said. 

They were seated at the same table they discovered upon examining the seating chart. Also at the table were a few university friends and a few of Tim and Ashleigh's friends from Austin. The dinner conversation was casual and fun, but Katie found herself distracted by Ben's continued battle. He excused himself to the bathroom at one point halfway through dinner and he returned with a much redder nose, evidently having blown it multiple times. 

With dinner over, the DJ put on a popular song and encouraged the crowd towards the dance floor.

“I know I said I'd dance with you but I don't know how much longer I can stand this,” Ben said in Katie's ear. He gestured towards his face.

“Just a few songs and then I'll leave you to the mercy of an Uber to the drug store before it closes,” she said boldly. “You promised.”

They went towards the dance floor, joining the crowd. They started to dance and she moved her body closer to him, emboldened by the glasses of wine in her now. He was warm and his breath was hot against her skin as they embraced, swaying to the beat.

Someone came by with a tray of shots and they joined a group of cheerful bridesmaids, swallowing the tequila in one swift go before resuming their dancing.

“I can't believe I'm saying this but I had such a crush on you during school,” Katie says into Ben's ear. 

He looked at her and grinned.

“You did not!”

“I did!” she shouted back over the music. 

“Funny how things work out,” he said into her ear. 

The music shifted to a ballad and the crowd thinned a little as couples joined up to dance. Ben put his hands around Katie's hips and they embraced, moving to the music. 

“Would....is it okay with you if I kiss you?” he asked.

She didn't bother to respond, instead simply pressing her lips to his. Their noses touched and she could feel a bit of moisture from his. He pressed his lips back more firmly, getting lost in the moment. They broke the kiss and he turned his lips to her neck, kissing there. She ran her fingers through his hair, somewhat lost in disbelief that all her college fantasies were coming true tonight.

He froze in her arms suddenly, his lips leaving her neck. He didn't have time to react and she can feel him shudder as the sneeze bursts out of him unexpectedly.

Hehh-TSTZHHTT!

He managed to stifle it enough to avoid completely spraying her but she felt a small bit of moisture hit her skin.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry,” he gasped, pulling away and putting a hand over his nose. “I'm so sorry Katie. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

She burned hot from her own embarrassment and desire.

“Let's go somewhere else for a minute,” she suggested, taking his arm gently.

He let her drag him away and when they were out of sight of the other guests, he turned to her, looking humiliated.

“I'm so sorry...I didn't feel it coming and....”

She reached out and touched his cheek affectionately.

“It's okay,” she assured him. “I know it's not catching. I'm just sorry you're uncomfortable.”

He nods, staring down at his hands. 

“Damn it. I was really having a good time.”

His cheeks were flushed red now too.

Maybe it was the tequila or maybe it was the knowledge that tomorrow he'd go back to Chicago and she'd go back to Denver....but whatever it was, Katie found herself making a bold proposal.

“I have a suggestion,” she said. “It's....well, it's pretty forward but we've established that the crush is mutual, yeah?

He looked at her curiously. “Yeah.”

“I have a room at the hotel to myself. And I don't think the pollen count is going to improve tonight and you're just going to keep suffering if you stay here. So.....would you want to come back to my room?

His red, swollen eyes widened.

“I....well, yeah, sure....I'd like that. Can't be that attractive for you though, can I? There's a lot of snot happening, well...like all over here.”

He gestured to his face.

She remained silent for a moment, biting her lip. She'd never admitted her kink to a partner before. 

“I don't know if I can tell you this, Ben,” she said. “It's really....it's awkward. I don't know if I can say it out loud.”

“You can tell me. I promise I won't laugh.”

“It's...I have a thing. I guess you could say it's a kink. I...I don't mind sneezing.”

“You don't mind sneezing?”

“I guess I mean I like it.”

He stared at her a moment and then a grin split across his face.

“Oh!”

“Yeah...”

He laughed and shook his head. 

“I know I said I wouldn't laugh but I'm not laughing at you. I...jesus, Katie, I'd say you're in luck tonight!”

She grinned back at him.

#dustyfic #sneezefic #snzfic #snzfucker #snzblr

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D

Prompt List

Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)  

Your name: submit What is this?

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Bad Liar

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been asking Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems

“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.

“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.

“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.

“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.

“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?

“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.

“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.

“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.

“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.

“You were saying?” Katie smirked.

“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.

“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.

“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.

“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.

“Nothing-” you started.

“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.

“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”

“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.

“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.

“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.

“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.

“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”

Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.

“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.

“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.

“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.

“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.

“Never” they both said at the same time.

“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.

“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.

“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.

“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.

“Do you want to know, or not?”

“Sorry, continue” you smiled.

“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.

“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.

“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.

“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”

“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.

“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.

You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.

“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.

“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.

“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”

“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.

“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.

“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.

“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.

“Y-you remember that?”

“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”

“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.

“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.

After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.

“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.

“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.

“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”

“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.

“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.

Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.

“What do you want, Pucey?”

“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”

“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.

“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.

“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.

“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.

“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.

“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.

“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.

“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.

“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”

“You’re not” Adrian added.

“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.

“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”

“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”

“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.

“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.

“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.

“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.

“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.

“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.

“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.

Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.

“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”

“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.

“Are you sure? You seem upset-”

“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.

“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.

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“I’m in love with Fred!”

“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”

“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”

“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”

“Well, you weren’t!”

“But what if I was?”

“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”

“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”

“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”

“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”

“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.

“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”

“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.

“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.

“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.

“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.

“George!”

“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”

“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”

“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”

“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”

“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”

“George!”

“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”

“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”

“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”

“George, this is serious!”

“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”

“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How long has Fred been in love with me?”

“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.

“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”

“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”

“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”

“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. “He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.

“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”

“What is?”

“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.

“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”

“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”

“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”

“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”

“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”

“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.

“George!” you glared at him.

“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.

“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.

“Just, do me a favor?”

“What’s that, love?”

“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“George! I promise I will tell him!”

“Okay!”

“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”

“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”

“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”

“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”

“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.

“G-got it!”

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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[twinkleallnight]

Isle of Misfits

Chapter 10: Dealing with the Paparazzi.

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA x ?

Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 24, hosted by @choicesprompts

Characters:

TRR – Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine Amaranth

RoE – Katie Rys

TNA – Sam Dalton

Word count: 1240

The phone pinged.

‘1 new message’

Leo sighed and picked up to read. He was tired of explaining himself to Katie. The world never understood him or his desire to live a care free life. The paparazzi won’t let him breathe. But he thought Katie would understand. She would always know. He had tried to be honest with her, always.

He was struggling to stay abreast sailing through the rough waters when his brother decided to take the corrective action for Leo’s deeds . He was forced into this PR stunt of a circus with his childhood friend, Bertrand, playing the ring master. And as if Gods had not had enough of entertainment, he was paired with his ex, Madeleine! Just perfect!

Coming out of his reverie, he tapped his fingers on the home screen to check the new message .

‘Meet me at the beach restaurant in 10minutes to collect your dossier .

Countess Madeleine .’

“Better than having Sam Dalton as a mentor” he consoled himself. “His brains function through that Rocket in his pocket. At least Madeleine has her head over her shoulders.”

He dragged himself out of his bed. Sharp after 10 minutes he presented himself in front of the Countess.

“What do you plan to do with this?” He lifted the heavy bundle of papers filed into a folder neatly. ‘Prim and proper. So much like Madeleine.’

But Madeleine’s reply was totally off beat. “why you have not shaved?”

Leo shook his head as if trying to decipher. “What?” He moved his fingers through the over grown messy beard.

Madeleine scoffed, “ Let me make it clear Leo. You are constantly under lens.”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want.” He cut her off.

“You were the crown prince.”

“And I abdicated.” He tried to prove his point.

“Doesn’t matter. You can’t change who you are born as.”

“Why?” He pulls his fingers through his sandy blonde hair In frustration.

“Prince Harry abdicated too. But he is always in news.”

Leo scowled, “For heavens sake! Can’t they let me live in peace?”

“Only if you don’t give them chance to rip through your peaceful personal life.” She air quoted.

He nods in agreement. “And I can see, you are here to tell me, how.”

“Now you are talking business.” Madeleine smiled.

Leo closed his eyes for a moment. He had to do this for Katie, for his children. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Tell me what am I supposed to do?”

“You need to look perfect when you walk in public. It shows that you are leading a perfect and happy life.”

Leo smirked, “Yes it’s a very happy life.”

“Make it look like one and I can tell you, they will stop chasing you.”

“Fine! What next?”

“I have appointed a valet for you. He will help with your attire, hair and your over all appearance. You will not leave your room before he checks you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. He had no other option but to accept what was thrown at him.

For the next hour he went back and forth over the plans Madeleine had laid out for him.

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Bertrand’s office next day

Olivia was seated across Bertrand, discussing their next modus operandi. Olivia had successfully completed her task with Raleigh Carrera and was now assigned to the case of the exiled crown prince, Trystan Thorne, of Drakovia.

An urgent knock on the door brought them to a halt. They both looked at each other. Bertrand voiced, “Come in” , wondering who was their uninvited guest for the meeting .

Leo stormed in and slammed a tabloid onto the desk in front of Bertrand. Olivia stared back at Leo’s fuming face while Bertrand looked in confusion, “ What does this mean?”

“Open and see for yourself.” Leo pointed out his finger.

As soon as Bertrand picked the newspaper and unfolded it, his eyes went wide with shock. Olivia leaned towards him to peer into the news.

The newspaper had images of Leo and Madeleine sitting in a cafe. The first one had Madeleine gleaming at Leo and the second one showed them shaking hands near the exit. The tag line read ‘Former crown prince Leo Rhys, spotted with his ex, Countess Madeleine, at leisure on a private island. Do we smell something burning in Katie Rhys’ sweet home?”

A smile played on Olivia’s lips.

“Seriously?” Leo asked looking at Olivia’s reaction.

“It’s not about you.” She fanned away with her hand.

“From what I can see, it’s definitely about me.” He turned to Bertrand angrily, “This is how you were going to help me save my image and my marriage?”

Olivia spoke instead, “Its not his fault. Madeleine should have been more discreet while planning her meetings.”

Just as on clue, Madeleine stepped inside the office. “Speak for yourself. I know my job well.” She snatched the tabloid from Bertrand’s hand and glanced at the pics, dismissing it in an instant.

She focused on Leo, “ This is the reason I insisted you need to dress up properly. Had you been in a formal attire, this would have been ignored by the media as just another business meeting.”

“Great ! So now it’s all my mistake? You know what my mistake is? Trusting you guys with my future.”

Bertrand replied in a calm note, “I think you are over reacting. It’s just two pics, we can change the flow of events. My PR company can assure you, we are good at turning the waves in your favour.”

Before he completed his sentence, the doors to his office opened with a bang. Drake barged in raging in anger. “The hell you turn things only in your favour. You Beaumonts are the most mean and selfish men walking on this damn planet.” His voice echoed across the halls outside the office.

Bertrand’s eyes roamed behind Drake to check if there were any audience at his doors. He settled his gaze back on Drake. “May I know the reason for this intrusion?”

Drake sneered, “You call yourself CEO of a PR firm yet you don’t have updates of the newsflash on TV channels across Cordonia?”

Bertrand gave Drake an irritated glare and picked up the remote to switch on the flat screen hanging on the wall across his table. The screen brightened up with flashes of red haired lady bouncing on a dance floor. All of them in the room knew that was Olivia but the next few moments left everyone’s mouth hanging open.

Bertrand came into the frame trying to dance. He made some lewd gestures and then grabbed Olivia into a smooch.

Leo and Madeleine jolted back at Bertrand. Even Olivia had shock written all over her face. Definitely she was drunk that she didn’t remember this incident.

Bertrand gulped and fumbled with the remote to switch off the TV. He didn’t want to listen or let others in the room listen to the reporter’s remarks.

“I... I ... I can explain”, he said nervously.

Drake sprinted to him in two steps and held him by collar. “How many times are you going to explain? First my sister, then your back stabbing brother took Riley and now you target my girl friend?”

“Riley is with Max?” The baritone voice from the entrance of the office brought everything to standstill. They all turned to see Liam standing in a thunderstuck state.

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[farity]

In The Red of Night, part 7

"I don't understand what she wants, though," you said, "if you don't want her, destroying my life and even taking my life is not going to change that."

Aemond stirred his coffee, "Alys is at her most dangerous when she doesn't see what's clearly staring her in the face. She thinks if my only options are to go back to her or to lose everything I love, I will go back to her." His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. "And that is where the bitch is wrong."

The elevator bell rang and Gendry stepped out, holding hands with a young woman who carried herself as if she were far taller than the five feet you guessed she was at. "Hey all."

"Lord of Storm's End," Aemond said, one corner of his mouth lifting. "And the Lady of Storm's End, of course."

"Arya will do," the young woman said, embracing Aemond, "Your Highness," she smiled as she looked up at him. She turned to you, "hi, I fucking hate Alys Rivers, let's unalive her, shall we?"

You couldn't help but smile as Arya pulled you into a hug. She was tiny, but the power in her muscles was undeniable.

"Unalive?"

Gendry hugged you, then turned to Aemond. "She's gone all Gen Z with the lingo. You should have seen her in the 80s."

Arya leaned in to whisper at you. "The 80s were amazing. My hair caught fire once because I had so much Aqua Net in it."

You watched Gendry close his eyes and sigh, but his mouth was still curved in a gentle smile.

"Choose whatever guest room you want, make yourselves comfortable while you're here."

"These are stunning," Arya said, rushing to the windows. When she saw that you had followed her and were looking out at your burned down shop, she pressed her lips together. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," you said quietly. "But no one was hurt, which is good."

Arya smiled. "Well, we'll make sure someone gets hurt in the end," she said, and then turned with a flourish to inspect the rest of the place.

Aemond came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "If you're at all unsure-"

You turned in his arms. "I am not. I know what I want." Raising a hand to his face, you pressed your lips to his. "I want you, I want us."

He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, "good. Because I want us, too, and loving you is not something I want to do for a few years or even a few decades. I want to love you for eternity."

* * * * *

"Why me?"

Aemond looked over, saw her sipping at her coffee as she studied him.

"What?"

She smiled, that gentle smile he saw whenever he thought of her. "Why me? I'm sure you've met more beautiful, more clever, more-"

"Because you saw me for me," he replied, putting down his coffee and walking across his office to where she sat on the sofa. He'd insisted on having breakfast there, not just so he could work while he had his morning meal, but so they wouldn't be always looking over at the burned down coffee shop.

The rebuild had started in a very basic way, until she decided what she wanted in more detail. But he caught the grief in her face whenever she looked at it and had decided to spend more time in his office.

"I wanted you, yes, but I have wanted others over the decades, and they were not what you were. What you are."

"Which is?"

"You understand me."

"I understand a centuries-old Targaryen prince who is a vampire," she said, eyebrows raised.

Aemond smiled and sat next to her. "You didn't know that when you met me. When you befriended me. When you came to me after that bastard dared try to hurt you." He took her hand in his, kissed the back. "You were drawn to me, not any of the things that I am, or was."

"If I don't make it-"

"Don't say that." Aemond's hands tightened on hers.

"Listen to me, please." She looked at him, "I want you to sell the land where the shop is, and split it between Katie and Bailey. They were counting on-"

Aemond grabbed her shoulders. "This is why Gendry and Arya are here, why we're starting tonight."

"I know. But I also know that you've all lived through things I can't imagine, and that Alys is determined. And she has people working for her."

"Fine," Aemond said. "But we will prevail, when all is said and done. And Alys will lose."

He kissed her, and she wrapped your arms around him, knowing he didn't want to speak of this any more. The possibility of everything going badly was there, but for now, he would only entertain life as the outcome.

She had always understood him, even from that first day, when she had no idea what she was welcoming in to her shop. When she rushed to him amidst the policemen, unaware he would have taken her on the floor if need be, and he would have drank from her.

But the more she knew, the more she accepted, and his desire began to turn into something he hadn't felt in a long time.

And he would not let anything or anyone take that away.

* * * * *

He'd dressed in his usual greys and blacks, and with Gendry and Arya wearing similarly hued outfits, you felt like a peacock in your blue sweater and the green scarf you had around your neck.

Arya had immediately fought Aemond for the chair with the best view of all the exits, and he'd given in, as long as he sat next to you.

After dinner, you were enjoying some drinks when you brought up a short vacation. "Why don't we do that, then? Get away for a while."

"I have work," Aemond snapped. "You know, the thing that keeps us fed and housed."

You considered his words, "I know, but going to Dorne for a couple of months wouldn't be bad. Leave all this behind, maybe get some inspiration for-"

"Leave all this behind," Aemond interrupted, "you mean my life, my work?" he threw back the rest of his whiskey, placed the glass back on the table with a loud thump.

"Aemond, I wasn't saying-"

"Maybe we should get the bill," Arya said, signaling to Gendry. "Call it a night."

"No, I want to clear things up," Aemond continued, and you shrank back into your chair. "You want me to leave everything behind so you can get inspiration? I've paid your employees' wages for six months, I'm putting my best people in charge of renovations, so you can continue your little fantasy of owning a coffee shop."

"Aemond." You touched his arm and he pulled away.

"You were barely breaking even, baby. The selling points were that the shop was nearby, open and available." He laughed then, a nasty sound full of bitterness. "Much like its owner."

Your hand had struck his cheek before you'd realized it, and you stood, the world around you going still.

"You fucking asshole," Arya spat, throwing her water at Aemond's face. "Let's go, Gendry," she said, and when Gendry didn't move, she threw her napkin at his. "Well, fuck you, too, then!"

She grabbed your hand while you and Aemond stared at each other, and pulled you until your feet began to move. You followed her, your blood pounding in your ears, and a few minutes later, you were leaving the area in a cab she'd hailed.

* * * * *

"That was harsh," Gendry said later as he and Aemond sat at a nearby bar.

"Maybe," Aemond muttered, twirling the shot glass in his fingers, "but true. You don't know her very well but whatever we had wasn't going to anywhere." He signaled to the bartender for another one. "She is what she is, and as badly as I feel for her, I'm not going to stay with her out of guilt."

Gendry tapped his fingers on the table. "Is that all there is between you?"

Aemond shrugged. "I feel responsible, I mean, her shop didn't burn down because of faulty electrics. It's been fun. It's always fun at the beginning." He stared at his shot glass as if he could find all the answers to his inner turmoil in the carved glass. "But before she gets any ideas about spending the rest of her life with me, maybe it's better to just be honest with one another."

Gendry's tapping continued, and Aemond gave him a look. "I heard there's a new bar down the street."

"Count me in," said Gendry as he settled the tab on the table screen. "All I know is that I am not setting foot in Bar-A-Theon. This generation's fucking desperate," he mumbled as Aemond smiled.

"That's what you get when one of yours marries a Greyjoy."

There were few people on the street, Aemond noticed as they walked the couple of blocks to the next bar, as well as others who weren't quite people.

"One, three, six," Gendry said in High Valyrian, and Aemond looked at him.

"One?"

Gendry pretended to look at his phone, "blue cap, bomber jacket."

"Ah."

"Good thing you have me, innit?"

"It's always good to see you, Gendry."

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Dance of the Empire

Chapter 1. The Realm’s Delights

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Katherine Lannister x Aegon II Targaryen

Summary: Sometimes, love can be just as destructive as hate.

Especially the politics of the realm rip away an all-consuming love: especially when demons of the second-son are unleashed by thirst of vengeance.

Our choices have consequences.

Warnings: None

Queen Alicent Hightower sat alone in her chamber, lost in thought. The air was thick with the scent of candles, their flickering flames casting shadows on the walls. Ever since her second son, Aemond Targaryen, had lost his eye to Lucerys Velaryon, her mind had been consumed with worry. Aemond had grown increasingly isolated and obsessive in his studies and training, withdrawing further and further into his own pain. Something had to be done.

Her gaze shifted to the window, the moon casting a silver light across the room. Ever since Lucerys Velaryon got away with taking Aemond’s eye six years ago, it pained her every single day witnessing her drifting from her and the whole world, finding an escape in relentless studies and training. He had told her that he had never been better, that the incident on Driftmark only made him stronger, but a mother knows the truth: Lucerys Velaryon ripped way something more profound from his son that night and she did not know if Aemond could ever find it again. Is it possible that a woman could cast a light in the darkness in his life? Even after years imprisoned in the cold walls of Red Keep and familial duty, Alicent still had a shatter of hope that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. Or so she thought. Sometimes, love can be just as destructive as hate.

A distant memory slipped into her mind as she gazed at the tattered page from her former friendship with Rhaenyra. It was Aegon's tenth nameday, a celebration attended by lords and ladies from across the Seven Kingdoms. As the night drew on and the guests engaged in a final dance, Alicent's eyes were drawn to Rhaenyra, holding a small child who could not have been more than five. The little girl's laughter warmed her former friend's heart, and Alicent recognized the look of joy that Rhaenyra reserved for her children and once for Alicent herself. She took another sip of her wine before approaching them, a racing heart masked by her queenly composure.

"Princess Rhaenyra," Alicent greeted warmly, with a trace of sorrow in her voice, "It has been too long since you looked so content."

Rhaenyra's genuine smile faltered slightly. "And how delighted should I be to have your concern, Your Grace," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Your son Prince Aegon would have been seriously injured if this little kitten hadn't intervened," Rhaenyra beamed as she lightly pinched the child's rosy cheeks.

Alicent trembled at the words. "What has Aegon done now?"

"I saw him sneaking into the stable," the dark-haired girl responded with an adorable grin, "I followed him and saw a large horse getting angry and about to kick him. So I ran over and pulled him away!"

"Fortunately, I was taking some air and saw them both panting outside the stable. Your Grace, perhaps it is time for the prince to begin training on horseback." Rhaenyra's voice held a hint of mockery. At that moment, Alicent felt all her longing for Rhaenyra dissipate. She knew that Rhaenyra was suggesting that Jacaerys had started riding horses with Ser Harwin Strong despite being three years younger than Aegon. As Alicent was about to throw back a snide remark regarding Rhaenyra's sons' true heritage, she trembled as the child held her hand.

"Lady Alicent, is Aegon going to be okay? When Rhaenyra checked if he was hurt, he just ran away. He looked scared."

"Katy, you shall refer to the Queen as Your Grace," Rhaenyra's voice slightly hardened as she pulled the child closer to her. Rhaenyra's stare became colder as the girl's words confirmed her suspicions: Alicent had been feeding her sons lies about how cruel she is. She had been wondering why all her efforts in establishing a familial connection with her half-siblings had been impossible, now, Aegon's behaviour gave her the obvious answer.

Alicent's heart softened as she saw the concerned expression on the child's face, "It's ok. Prince Aegon is fine. Look, he is over there," she pointed at the corner of the hall, where Ser Criston Cole was clearly lecturing her elder son's reckless behaviour.

"Thank you for rescuing Aegon, I am sure he was just embarrassed to be saved by a little warrior like you," she smiled, "Tell me, darling, what is your name? Where are your parents?" She leaned down, caressing the child's soft hand.

Before she could speak, Rhaenyra answered for her, "She's Katherine Lannister, elder daughter of Tyland Lannister and Ariane Stark."

"You have quite the unusual look for a Lannister, dear Katherine. May I call you Katy?" Alicent ignored Rhaenyra in response.

"Yes, Your Grace. That's what everyone tells me," Katherine paused, "my uncles say I am odd, but I'm sure they meant it in a good way." Her face turned into a playful grin, contrasting her docile attitude from earlier.

Alicent chuckled, "I cannot see how anyone would think otherwise," she gazed back at Rhaenyra again, "I can see how you enchanted the Realm's Delight."

There was a moment of vulnerability as the two women locked eyes. Despite years of unspoken rivalry, the two former friends still carried profound memories of their shared youth.

"Well, it is nice meeting you, Lady Katherine. I'm afraid I have to return to my duties. You see, I have to ensure Prince Aegon doesn't get into more trouble," said Alicent, stroking the girl's dark brown hair.

"Me too, Your Grace. I am so happy to meet you and Rhaenyra today. I think you are both the Realm's Delight," she beamed.

Alicent was stunned for a second but smiled and left the two to the last moments of the feast, while Rhaenyra slightly frowned at her comment. Nevertheless, she quickly had her hands on Katherine's hair again.

"Katy, I want you to remember what I told you earlier. Your mother is gone, but she would have wanted you to live your best life and take everything you want in life. Your father and uncles may burden you with duties and convince you that you are obligated to fulfill your duties for your House before your own desires. But remember, your duty is to yourself and those you love and who love you. Be clever but never stop fighting for yourself. It's what your mother would have wanted."

The five-year-old burst into tears as she jumped into Rhaenyra's embrace. "Mama is just gone. I don't even know how she-"

"Shh, your time will come, Katy. When it does, you will have all the answers and the power over your own destiny," Rhaenyra's head filled with anger as she watched Tyland Lannister dancing intimately with Lady Tyrell, their eyes lingering on each other's bodies.

"Katy, if you can't bear it anymore, write to me. I will ride on Syrax myself and take you out of there," Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a twinge of melancholy at her own empty promises. Taking an elder Lannister daughter on dragon back would be even more scandalous than the rumors circulating about her sons' true heritage in the Red Keep.

"Thank you, Rhae- princess," the child mumbled. "I love you."

Rhaenyra held her closer, while Tyland Lannister approached them."I see that my daughter has caught your attention, Princess Rhaenyra," the man with piercing eyes on Katherine, "I'm afraid we must depart. My father is expecting us in two days, we must depart tonight to make it in time. Thank you and the Crown's generosity."

Rhaenyra nodded politely. She watched the carriage leave for a moment, her mind racing about why she had grown to care so much about this little girl who rescued her wastrel half-brother, perhaps it was her angelic face, perhaps it was her losing her mother at such young age, reminding her of what she had been through when Queen Aemma passed away. At least, despite their differences, Rhaenyra had her loving father by her side, Katherine did not have the same fortune.

As Alicent returned to her thoughts, the angelic face of Katherine Lannister floated before her mind's eye once again. The sweet, innocent voice of the young girl, calling her and Rhaenyra both "Realm's Delight," echoed in her ears, filling her heart with a long-forgotten joy.

In those days, with her father, the Hand, sent away by King Viserys and her unspoken rivalry with Rhaenyra weighing heavily on her, Alicent often felt everyone saw her as a mean and bitter Queen, bound by the rigid rules of the Red Keep. But Katherine's comment had brought a fleeting happiness, a glimmer of hope that perhaps she was not entirely lost to the darkness that seemed to be closing in around her.

Over the years, she had heard more and more about the girl, how she had grown into a beauty beyond co Queen Alicent Hightower sat alone in her chamber, lost in thought. The air was thick with the scent of candles, their flickering flames casting shadows on the walls. Ever since her second son, Aemond Targaryen, had lost his eye to Lucerys Velaryon, her mind had been consumed with worry. Aemond had grown increasingly isolated and obsessive in his studies and training, withdrawing further and further into his own pain. Something had to be done.

Her gaze shifted to the window, the moon casting a silver light across the room. Ever since Lucerys Velaryon got away with taking Aemond’s eye six years ago, it pained her every single day witnessing her drifting from her and the whole world, finding an escape in relentless studies and training. He had told her that he had never been better, that the incident on Driftmark only made him stronger, but a mother knows the truth: Lucerys Velaryon ripped way something more profound from his son that night and she did not know if Aemond could ever find it again. Is it possible that a woman could cast a light in the darkness in his life? Even after years imprisoned in the cold walls of Red Keep and familial duty, Alicent still had a shatter of hope that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. Or so she thought. Sometimes, love can be just as destructive as hate.

A distant memory slipped into her mind as she gazed at the tattered page from her former friendship with Rhaenyra. It was Aegon's tenth nameday, a celebration attended by lords and ladies from across the Seven Kingdoms. As the night drew on and the guests engaged in a final dance, Alicent's eyes were drawn to Rhaenyra, holding a small child who could not have been more than five. The little girl's laughter warmed her former friend's heart, and Alicent recognized the look of joy that Rhaenyra reserved for her children and once for Alicent herself. She took another sip of her wine before approaching them, a racing heart masked by her queenly composure.

"Princess Rhaenyra," Alicent greeted warmly, with a trace of sorrow in her voice, "It has been too long since you looked so content."

Rhaenyra's genuine smile faltered slightly. "And how delighted should I be to have your concern, Your Grace," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Your son Prince Aegon would have been seriously injured if this little kitten hadn't intervened," Rhaenyra beamed as she lightly pinched the child's rosy cheeks.

Alicent trembled at the words. "What has Aegon done now?"

"I saw him sneaking into the stable," the dark-haired girl responded with an adorable grin, "I followed him and saw a large horse getting angry and about to kick him. So I ran over and pulled him away!"

"Fortunately, I was taking some air and saw them both panting outside the stable. Your Grace, perhaps it is time for the prince to begin training on horseback." Rhaenyra's voice held a hint of mockery. At that moment, Alicent felt all her longing for Rhaenyra dissipate. She knew that Rhaenyra was suggesting that Jacaerys had started riding horses with Ser Harwin Strong despite being three years younger than Aegon. As Alicent was about to throw back a snide remark regarding Rhaenyra's sons' true heritage, she trembled as the child held her hand.

"Lady Alicent, is Aegon going to be okay? When Rhaenyra checked if he was hurt, he just ran away. He looked scared."

"Katy, you shall refer to the Queen as Your Grace," Rhaenyra's voice slightly hardened as she pulled the child closer to her. Rhaenyra's stare became colder as the girl's words confirmed her suspicions: Alicent had been feeding her sons lies about how cruel she is. She had been wondering why all her efforts in establishing a familial connection with her half-siblings had been impossible, now, Aegon's behaviour gave her the obvious answer.

Alicent's heart softened as she saw the concerned expression on the child's face, "It's ok. Prince Aegon is fine. Look, he is over there," she pointed at the corner of the hall, where Ser Criston Cole was clearly lecturing her elder son's reckless behaviour.

"Thank you for rescuing Aegon, I am sure he was just embarrassed to be saved by a little warrior like you," she smiled, "Tell me, darling, what is your name? Where are your parents?" She leaned down, caressing the child's soft hand.

Before she could speak, Rhaenyra answered for her, "She's Katherine Lannister, elder daughter of Tyland Lannister and Ariane Stark."

"You have quite the unusual look for a Lannister, dear Katherine. May I call you Katy?" Alicent ignored Rhaenyra in response.

"Yes, Your Grace. That's what everyone tells me," Katherine paused, "my uncles say I am odd, but I'm sure they meant it in a good way." Her face turned into a playful grin, contrasting her docile attitude from earlier.

Alicent chuckled, "I cannot see how anyone would think otherwise," she gazed back at Rhaenyra again, "I can see how you enchanted the Realm's Delight."

There was a moment of vulnerability as the two women locked eyes. Despite years of unspoken rivalry, the two former friends still carried profound memories of their shared youth.

"Well, it is nice meeting you, Lady Katherine. I'm afraid I have to return to my duties. You see, I have to ensure Prince Aegon doesn't get into more trouble," said Alicent, stroking the girl's dark brown hair.

"Me too, Your Grace. I am so happy to meet you and Rhaenyra today. I think you are both the Realm's Delight," she beamed.

Alicent was stunned for a second but smiled and left the two to the last moments of the feast, while Rhaenyra slightly frowned at her comment. Nevertheless, she quickly had her hands on Katherine's hair again.

"Katy, I want you to remember what I told you earlier. Your mother is gone, but she would have wanted you to live your best life and take everything you want in life. Your father and uncles may burden you with duties and convince you that you are obligated to fulfill your duties for your House before your own desires. But remember, your duty is to yourself and those you love and who love you. Be clever but never stop fighting for yourself. It's what your mother would have wanted."

The five-year-old burst into tears as she jumped into Rhaenyra's embrace. "Mama is just gone. I don't even know how she-"

"Shh, your time will come, Katy. When it does, you will have all the answers and the power over your own destiny," Rhaenyra's head filled with anger as she watched Tyland Lannister dancing intimately with Lady Tyrell, their eyes lingering on each other's bodies.

"Katy, if you can't bear it anymore, write to me. I will ride on Syrax myself and take you out of there," Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a twinge of melancholy at her own empty promises. Taking an elder Lannister daughter on dragon back would be even more scandalous than the rumors circulating about her sons' true heritage in the Red Keep.

"Thank you, Rhae- princess," the child mumbled. "I love you."

Rhaenyra held her closer, while Tyland Lannister approached them."I see that my daughter has caught your attention, Princess Rhaenyra," the man with piercing eyes on Katherine, "I'm afraid we must depart. My father is expecting us in two days, we must depart tonight to make it in time. Thank you and the Crown's generosity."

Rhaenyra nodded politely. She watched the carriage leave for a moment, her mind racing about why she had grown to care so much about this little girl who rescued her wastrel half-brother, perhaps it was her angelic face, perhaps it was her losing her mother at such young age, reminding her of what she had been through when Queen Aemma passed away. At least, despite their differences, Rhaenyra had her loving father by her side, Katherine did not have the same fortune.

As Alicent returned to her thoughts, the angelic face of Katherine Lannister floated before her mind's eye once again. The sweet, innocent voice of the young girl, calling her and Rhaenyra both "Realm's Delight," echoed in her ears, filling her heart with a long-forgotten joy.

In those days, with her father, the Hand, sent away by King Viserys and her unspoken rivalry with Rhaenyra weighing heavily on her, Alicent often felt everyone saw her as a mean and bitter Queen, bound by the rigid rules of the Red Keep. But Katherine's comment had brought a fleeting happiness, a glimmer of hope that perhaps she was not entirely lost to the darkness that seemed to be closing in around her.

Over the years, she had heard more and more about the girl, how she had grown into a beauty beyond comparison, nothing short of exquisite. More than that, she was said to possess a charm and intelligence that far surpassed her years.

And then there was her innocence, so pure and unblemished. Alicent couldn't help but think of the young Katherine, with her doe eyes and rosy cheeks, so full of wonder and curiosity. That innocence, mixed with the young girl's intelligence and charm, made her wonder if she would be the light in her son's life.

With that thought in mind, Alicent set to work writing a letter to Tyland Lannister. In it, she invited Katherine to reside in King's Landing and become Aemond's Lady Companion. She carefully crafted each sentence, emphasizing the virtues of Katherine's character, and expressing her own deep admiration for the young girl.

Alicent sealed the letter with wax and sent it off with one of her most trusted messengers. As she watched him depart, she felt a sense of excitement building within her. Perhaps this would be the beginning of a new chapter, one where the Red Keep could finally find some measure of peace and stability.

Meanwhile, on Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenyra sat in her chamber, a small smile playing on her lips as she read the latest letter from Katherine Lannister. These exchanges had been going on for the past nine years, and each one made her feel closer to the young girl who had captured her heart years ago.

As she read through the letter, her heart ached with sympathy for Katherine's plight. The young girl had confided in her about the way her half-siblings had isolated her after her mother's death, while her father watched with indifference. Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel angry and sad as she thought about her own experiences. Despite the fact that Alicent had once been her best friend, she was now her stepmother, and their relationship was strained at best. But despite everything, Rhaenyra felt grateful for the love and support of her father, Viserys, and she knew that Katherine deserved the same.

The more they wrote to each other, the closer they became. Rhaenyra felt as though she had watched Katherine grow up through their letters, from the simple expressions and funny mistakes in her first letter, to the beautiful calligraphy and the passion for life that shone through in her latest.

As she finished reading the letter, Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair and let out a small sigh. She missed Katherine terribly and longed to see her again. But for now, the letters would have to suffice.

She glanced out the window, watching as the waves crashed against the rocky shores of Dragonstone. The island had been her home for so long now, and she had grown to love it despite its starkness and isolation. She had spent countless hours here, poring over ancient tomes and studying the art of dragonriding.

But even with all the knowledge, power and the accompaniment of her family, there were still moments of loneliness and longing. It was in those moments that she turned to Katherine's letters, finding solace and comfort in their shared experiences.

She picked up a quill and began to pen her own response to Katherine's letter, her heart full of warmth and affection for the young girl who had become such an important part of her life.

For Rhaenyra, the letters were more than just words on a page. They were a lifeline to a world beyond her own, a connection to someone who shared her struggles. mparison, nothing short of exquisite. More than that, she was said to possess a charm and intelligence that far surpassed her years.

And then there was her innocence, so pure and unblemished. Alicent couldn't help but think of the young Katherine, with her doe eyes and rosy cheeks, so full of wonder and curiosity. That innocence, mixed with the young girl's intelligence and charm, made her wonder if she would be the light in her son's life.

With that thought in mind, Alicent set to work writing a letter to Tyland Lannister. In it, she invited Katherine to reside in King's Landing and become Aemond's Lady Companion. She carefully crafted each sentence, emphasizing the virtues of Katherine's character, and expressing her own deep admiration for the young girl.

Alicent sealed the letter with wax and sent it off with one of her most trusted messengers. As she watched him depart, she felt a sense of excitement building within her. Perhaps this would be the beginning of a new chapter, one where the Red Keep could finally find some measure of peace and stability.

Meanwhile, on Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenyra sat in her chamber, a small smile playing on her lips as she read the latest letter from Katherine Lannister. These exchanges had been going on for the past nine years, and each one made her feel closer to the young girl who had captured her heart years ago.

As she read through the letter, her heart ached with sympathy for Katherine's plight. The young girl had confided in her about the way her half-siblings had isolated her after her mother's death, while her father watched with indifference. Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel angry and sad as she thought about her own experiences. Despite the fact that Alicent had once been her best friend, she was now her stepmother, and their relationship was strained at best. But despite everything, Rhaenyra felt grateful for the love and support of her father, Viserys, and she knew that Katherine deserved the same.

The more they wrote to each other, the closer they became. Rhaenyra felt as though she had watched Katherine grow up through their letters, from the simple expressions and funny mistakes in her first letter, to the beautiful calligraphy and the passion for life that shone through in her latest.

As she finished reading the letter, Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair and let out a small sigh. She missed Katherine terribly and longed to see her again. But for now, the letters would have to suffice.

She glanced out the window, watching as the waves crashed against the rocky shores of Dragonstone. The island had been her home for so long now, and she had grown to love it despite its starkness and isolation. She had spent countless hours here, poring over ancient tomes and studying the art of dragonriding.

But even with all the knowledge, power and the accompaniment of her family, there were still moments of loneliness and longing. It was in those moments that she turned to Katherine's letters, finding solace and comfort in their shared experiences.

She picked up a quill and began to pen her own response to Katherine's letter, her heart full of warmth and affection for the young girl who had become such an important part of her life.

For Rhaenyra, the letters were more than just words on a page. They were a lifeline to a world beyond her own, a connection to someone who shared her struggles.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aegon x oc #aemond x y/n #aemond x fem!reader #aegon x you #house of the dragon #aemond fanfiction #hotd aegon #love triangle #romance #eventual smut

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A storm is brewing(aka Loz brainrot)

Recently finished totk and both this and botw now officially have me in a chokehold once again. Some may recognise these girlies as my characters Klara and Katie which is because well, they are-

I do this thing where I re imagine my oc's in different fandoms pretty much all the time and for this I dug some old concept sketches I had of their designs out of my drawer and wiped up some illustrations.

For simplicities sake I also renamed them for this Au(also because their actual names didn't really feel right in Zelda-) so I'm happy to introduce Kota and Komi! They also come with descriptions :D

Kota, Whirlwind of hyrule: A rambunctious child and amateur inventor, her sense of curiosity is remarkable if not a little morbid at times, a trait that's known to be both a blessing and a curse. Despite her frail body she has an unyielding thirst for adventure, wanting nothing more than to further understand the technology created in ancient times making her a frequent yet unwelcomed guest in her home village of hatenos research lab.

Komi, Eye of the storm: A girl with an incredibly haunting presence despite her tender age, a calm smile is always on her face rarely indicating a shift in her mood, that together with her habit of staring can quickly paint her as unsettling. She known to be someone of few words as she moves elegantly and is always at her sisters side standing with her trusty sword with the same dignity as a soldier. Gifted with unrivaled physical strength since birth.

#klara allard #kathrin allard #doppel draws #loz totk #loz botw #loz ocs #botw #botw oc #totk #totk oc #kota au #komi au #loz oc #loz

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Hoodie ;)

I've already done a blurb for this but I actually loved it so much so I thought why not do another one

Hoodie Blurb II:

It was a fool proof plan.

There's this one particular hoodie of hers that you've taken a liking to. It's one of Leah's original pieces of clothing that she got when she first signed for Arsenal all those years ago. So it's sentimental to her in a way.

So for course you wanted it for yourself.

No matter how many times Leah takes it back, not matter how deep on her side of the dresser she hides the worn-down, ratty looking thing, it somehow always ends up back in your possession.

So Leah rolls with it.

It comes to her as a late-night thought. As she's watching your peaceful form sleeping so soundly next to her Leah knows she wants you to be hers. For good.

You're off having lunch with Steph when she does it. Having just done the laundry, it's one of the rare times you've left the hoodie to Leah's care. So slipping the tiny box into the front pocket, Leah carefully folds the hoodie back up, making sure to take extra care to plop it closer to your half of the drawer when putting it away.

When she grabs a pair of socks the next day, Leah's happy to see the piece of clothing gone.

Now all she has to do is wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

It isn't until the third day has passed and you still haven't said anything about her engagement ring that Leah musters up the courage to say something.

"Babe, have you seen my favorite hoodie?"

"Nope." you pop the 'p,' not even glancing away from the television. But the smile playing on your lips tells Leah you know exactly where it is.

"Well I'm cold. Do you mind finding it for me?"

If anything, you seem to relax into the couch some more, propping your hands up behind your head. "No can do, sweet-cheeks."

Leah narrows her eyes at the pet name. "Muffin-buns, why not?"

At that, you look up, not able to keep a straight face at her choice of words. "'Muffin-buns'?"

"Would you prefer 'honey butter biscuit cheesecake pie'?"

It's quiet as you stare at Leah. Leah does nothing but stare right back.

The silence only lasts three seconds before you're both howling, laughing at the ridiculous pet name.

Clutching her stomach, Leah's wiping away her tears when you shove hard at her shoulder.

"'Honey butter biscuit cheesecake pie'? Baby, why?"

Leah muffles her snort into your hairline as you snuggle into her side, scoffing under your breath about how much you hate her. Here Leah only feels her love for you grow. This is the type of afternoons she wants to have for the rest of her life. Wrapped up around you, swapping jokes and laughter. Leah's heart beats for you and only you and she wants you to know it.

Before Leah can bring up her hoodie again however, you beat her to the punch.

And she instantly feels the ice settle in her veins.

"Katie was shivering after practice today so I let her borrow it. She said she'd return it tomorrow though!"

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You've long passed out on the couch, the tiredness of today's training catching up to you. Slipping away into the guest bedroom, Leah closes the door shut before pulling out her phone.

To her relief, Katie's contact picture lights up the screen before she has a chance to press call herself.

"Katie--" Leah starts... Only to be interrupted by a loud, angered Irish accent.

"Mate! Of all of the places in the world, why would you hide your goddamn ring in your stupid little hoodie?! Caitlin nearly passed out thinking I was going to propose when I pulled it out! And then she cussed me out when I told her it wasn't mine!"

Leah cringes. "In my defense, (Y/N) was not supposed to loan you out the hoodie."

There's a slight pause on the other side of the phone. And then a sharp sigh. "Please don't tell me this was you plan for proposing to (Y/N)."

Leah bites her lip. "Okay, I won't."

"Leah!"

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#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #Ace writes

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Lost within myself - Dami

HOWDY HOWDY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE (@panda-writes-kpop) I LOVE YOUUUUU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND ALSO A FELLOW CLOWN, we love to see it. As you can tell by the AU,,, lol,,, Inspired by our past convos regarding the hunger games. I wanted to switch it up a little… Kinda. I hope you enjoy and that this didn't turn out bad^^ HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💜💜💜💜

Also added Taehyun because I needed another tribute since reader is a mentor. Also cause I love him and think he fits the concept somehow.

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▾Hunger games! AU ▾ Angst but also some fluff?? If you squint▾ Language & Violence ▾ Death implications ▾Tribute! Dami X Mentor! Reader▾ Y’all know the drill, also Dami has plot armor ▾ FT. Twice Tzuyu & TXT Taehyun. ▾ Taehyun has plot armor too ▾ Tzuyu has plot armor by default ▾ Yes, you are Haymitch. /J ▾ Ending is up for interpretation ▾

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Everyone feared you.

Whether you wanted them to or not, they feared you. They hated you, even. You killed someone’s child after all. Their sibling, cousin, friend, crush, significant other— Someone who had younger people looking up to them.

You killed a person. People, for that matter.

It was just a game, right?

Games are supposed to be fun. No one was supposed to get hurt in a game.

It wasn’t fun knowing you were taking someone’s life.

It wasn’t fun knowing you were hurting more than one person each time you defended yourself, even if it were you or them.

They had the same goals you did, but only one of you could reach them.

You were the victor in the end.

Another victor with blood on your hands. But hey, you win.

Right?

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The ride to the Capitol was unbearably long. You remembered how it felt to ride in the train for the first time after the reaping. How you volunteered for your friend that you don’t see much anymore. The last time you felt alive and not like some monster that ruined other people’s lives.

You were the Capitol’s favorite though.

“Don’t mope around. We have guests.” Tzuyu nudged you. You sat up straight, rolling your shoulders back.

Your expression didn’t change, but you weren’t zoned out and staring outside.

“Do you want me to be happy for them?���

Tzuyu smiled at the tributes before giving you a threatening glare.

“Next car. Now.” She said through gritted teeth.

You got up without a word and followed her into the next car.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to come off as rude.” You apologized right away when the door closed.

“You did. They are already scared, the least you can do is smile for them and help them become more comfortable. Would it really kill you to try?” Tzuyu kept her tone low enough to where you could hear but the tributes couldn’t.

“You’re their mentor now! No body ever survives with a pessimistic mentor.”

“No body survives with an optimistic one either.” You retorted. Tzuyu sighed, shaking her head.

“Please, just try. For them? They need your help more than ever. No body asks for this.”

“Careers.” You mumbled, earning another glare.

Tzuyu glanced through the window of the door, seeing the two tributes sitting and actively avoiding each other. You remembered how you were when you were in their shoes.

Avoiding the other tribute, knowing it would come down to you or them in the end. Even though you had long forgotten the name of the other person you were reaped with, it still wrenched your heart to remember there had been another person with you.

“Tzuyu. Only one of them can survive.” You reminded. Tzuyu acknowledged with a frown.

“I will try my best. Can’t believe they are making me raise murderers.” You mumbled the last bit, walking back into the other car with the tributes.

They both looked at you and Tzuyu. You smiled for them, even if it was forced.

“I apologize for being rude. How are you two holding up?” You asked them, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Tzuyu furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Why do you sound like that?” She asked.

“What?”

“Like a… Servant— You sound very fake.”

“No I don’t.” You defended yourself with a scoff, glancing at the two tributes.

“Yes. Yes, you do.”

“Do I sound fake?” You asked the two tributes. They seemed confused on whether they wanted to nod or shake their heads.

Yubin stood up, avoiding your question all together and held her hand up for you to shake.

“I’m Yubin.”

There was something about her that interested you. It wasn't just how gorgeous she was either.

At the Capitol, you couldn't focus on much. All you could think about was Yubin.

A silly little crush, some might say.

It even went as far as forgetting you were the mentor. Not Tzuyu, who at times had to speak for you after so many tries of getting you to focus.

It was your first year as a mentor, after all. You were still the Capitol’s favorite shell of a person.

“What if the Career’s try to recruit you? What would you do?” Tzuyu asked the tributes. You realized you never got the other tribute’s name.

It was only Yubin. Yubin. Yubin.

It was already too late to ask for the other tribute’s name.

Too awkward.

You put your drink down.

“Don’t get close to anyone. You’ll only feel betrayed.”

Tzuyu cleared her throat, “hate to admit it, but it’s true. There will only be one survivor. If it’s not one of you, it’ll be a career you trusted.”

▾

“Anything you want to say to them before they go into training?” Tzuyu asked, crossing her arms. You smiled at them.

“Good luck.”

Tzuyu lightly slapped your arms. You sighed.

“Work on what you know you’re good at. Don’t bother learning new stuff until you’ve perfected what you know.” You advised more seriously.

“Yubin, you’re smart. If I were you, I’d focus on your familiarity with plants, the terrain, survival skills. The difference between a mound and a mine.”

You looked at the other tribute, who seemed surprised you were actually being a mentor.

“And you… Er…” You admit, you felt bad for never learning his name.

“Taehyun.” Tzuyu whispered to you. You awkwardly smiled.

“Taehyun. You’re good with knives. Focus on that.”

“Ah, so you do know something about me.” Taehyun joked. You crossed your arms.

“You are forgetting something though.” He added. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m good at being invisible.”

You weren't sure if he was just joking to make fun of you for only focusing on Yubin or if he was serious.

“Taehyun, I'm so sorry. I don't usually—”

“I'm serious. I’ve won every game of hide and seek I’ve played.” Taehyun proudly stated.

“Knives and camouflage. Good. Awesome. You two know what to focus on now.” You looked at the two, feeling a sense of pride for getting stuck with the smart tributes and not the reckless ones.

When they left you and Tzuyu waited.

More waiting.

“You did good. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” You questioned, slightly offended. Tzuyu put her hand on your shoulder.

“I’m disappointed that you only remembered one of their names.”

You groaned, sitting down, “do you want me to write Taehyun’s name five hundred times to make sure I remember it next time?”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Tzuyu sat beside you. You threw your head back, staring at the ceiling above you.

“Do you like Yubin?”

“What do you mean?”

Tzuyu narrowed her eyes at you, “you know what I mean. I see the way you look at her when she’s talking or doing anything. I saw the way you froze when she shook your hand. I have never seen you exhibit this kind of behavior before.”

“Is it really out of character to have a crush?” You closed your eyes. Tzuyu smiled a little.

“It’s… How do I put this… Unrequited.”

You opened your eyes again, still staring at the ceiling in such a neck breaking position.

Unrequited seemed to fit. Yubin was a tribute.

She had a one out of twenty-four chance of survival. Even after, a kind-hearted person like Yubin wouldn’t be the same after if she won.

You sure as hell weren’t.

▾

You, Yubin, Taehyun, and Tzuyu sat around the TV waiting for their scores. You pretty much tuned out every other tributes scores from other districts, knowing they’d most likely be average or poor while the careers had the highest.

It was always like that.

You were in the poor range, as hard as it was the believe. A score of three.

So how did you manage to survive?

You were just a person, killing to survive. Dying to live.

“Oh! Pay attention!” Tzuyu excitedly smacked your arm. Yubin chuckled, inching her hand towards yours as Taehyun’s score were first.

You absentmindedly curled your fingers around Yubin’s hand.

Nine.

“Holy shit.”

“Language.” Tzuyu scolded, although she was impressed. Taehyun even seemed surprised.

“Good job, er… What is your name again?” You joked. Taehyun threw a grape at you.

“Very funny.” Taehyun looked back at the screen as Yubin came up.

You were now consciously aware that Yubin was holding your hand. Whether she intended it or not, she squeezed your hand in anticipation.

Eleven.

“Holy shit.” Tzuyu muttered under her breath.

“Sorry.” She immediately apologized. You grinned, “did I hear you correctly?”

“Quiet.”

Yubin’s eyes were glued to the TV in shock, wondering how her smarts got that high of a score.

“You got an eleven. Do you know who the last person to get an eleven was?” You asked Yubin, placing your other hand over hers.

“No, was it you?” Yubin asked while her score registered.

“Absolutely… not.” You had a huge smile on your face. “I got a three.”

Yubin scoffed at your response.

“I got a nine.” Taehyun reminded. You gave him a thumbs up.

“I can hack into the system and make it higher—”

“Hey!” Tzuyu slapped your arm. “Don’t say that out loud. Are you trying to get us raided by peacekeepers?”

You cleared your throat and looked at Taehyun again, whispering this time.

“I can hack into the system and make it higher.”

▾

It was the night before the games and your chest felt heavy, knowing your new friends— as well as your budding romance with Yubin— would be coming to an end sooner than you were ready.

You almost forgot that you were raising murderers despite the countless times Tzuyu reminded you.

“Well, I’m headed off to sleep. Goodnight.” Taehyun was the first to leave for the night. Assuming he just wanted to get it all over with.

Tzuyu was next, although she seemed on edge about how tomorrow would turn out.

Then there were two. You and Yubin.

Yubin stood on the balcony, overlooking the Capitol.

“Hey there, eleven.”

Yubin smiled, already knowing who you were without looking back.

“Hey, three.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “okay, well this three still survived.”

Yubin laughed half-heartedly and you could tell something was wrong.

Probably the fact she’ll need to fight for her life in an arena of other tributes doing the same.

“What was it like for you? In your games?”

Your smile faded slowly and the pain you’ve held inside became more prominent. You tried so hard to push the memories away despite them being everywhere.

“Full story or a summary?” You slowly joined her, leaning against the railing of the balcony with her,

“You pick.”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to recall the memories for Yubin’s sake.

“My name wasn’t called during the reaping. My friend was supposed to be there. But she panicked when she had to go up on stage and I volunteered on a whim.”

Yubin listened to everything you said, admiring your bravery.

“So you do care about people.” Yubin slightly smirked. You lightly nudged her.

“Of course I do. I wasn’t good with most skills others possessed. That’s why I got a three. In the arena, I was terrified and even… I don’t know. I wish I could go back and tell myself to not be so reckless.” You frowned.

“You lived because you were reckless. If I live, it’s because I was the opposite.” Yubin rubbed her hands together. You thought about what she said.

Would you have died if you were more cautious?

“I’m not afraid of dying,” Yubin turned to face you. She grabbed your shoulders to force you to face her as well.

“I’m afraid of losing who I am.”

She smiled at you, but it was sympathetic.

“It’s not too late to find yourself. I loved the moments when I could see the real you coming out. I hope you can learn to forgive yourself for something you were forced to do.”

With that sentence leaving you in a state of shock that gutted you, you stood there, silent as the tears welled up in your eyes.

“I know you’re rooting for me. I’m rooting for you too.” Yubin whispered, kissing your cheek before walking away.

“Goodnight.”

▾

You were coming to terms with everything. Your past and what Yubin said to you that night.

You watched the cornucopia on a screen with Tzuyu.

When everyone ran off of their podiums, Taehyun and Yubin ran their separate ways in the chaos.

Yubin was immediately chased by a group of four careers.

The careers sought her out, knowing they would be unable to recruit her before the games. She knew her score was too high as she ran through the forests. You knew her score was too high.

If they didn’t recruit her, they’d have to target her first.

“Don’t get close to anyone. You’ll only feel betrayed.”

Yubin slid down a slope and into a river, screaming before she was submerged under the water.

You watched, some how determined that she would survive.

And she did, quickly getting up and splashing to the other side as the careers watched her from the slope she slid down.

You smiled a genuine smile knowing they hadn’t got her yet.

Yubin hid on higher ground, using her wits to guide her. Luckily, no one found her or even came to that part of the arena.

She had to be careful about the borders too, knowing what to watch out for.

Yubin spent her first night alone, exhausted and watching each picture of the fallen tributes in the sky.

None of whom she’s met before.

As the days went by, Yubin was alone. No sign of other tributes— Other than the fallen ones that appeared in the sky after the cannon shots.

There were four tributes left, including Yubin.

You watched the screen carefully, supplying her with a parachute that contained food so she wouldn’t have to risk running into one of the other tributes.

Yubin watched as the parachute made it’s way to her, catching it. Yubin looked up at the sky, mouthing a desperate ‘thank you.’

That night, only one tribute died.

It was now Yubin, Taehyun, and a career from District 2.

The next day, the cornucopia was announced to be replenished with food, water, weapons— The essentials.

You knew it was the gamemaker’s way of getting the three together. The ones left knew where the cornucopia was and that they may need the supplies.

Yubin knew how to forage for food. She knew how to purify the water.

But it was growing difficult to find food that wouldn’t kill her or poison her.

It was difficult purifying water she didn’t have the tools for.

So Yubin made her way back to the cornucopia.

So did Taehyun and so did the career from District 2.

You and Tzuyu anxiously watched, although glad someone from your district made it this far— Let alone both of them.

That just made it all the more harder to watch.

The three tributes standing stared at each other, eyeing each other’s movements.

Yubin didn’t want to fight. She was probably the only tribute that hadn’t killed anyone.

Taehyun lost every knife he had over the past few days.

The career seemed the most ready to fight than the other two.

The standoff dragged out for an unnecessarily long time.

“Fuck.” You muttered. Tzuyu glanced at you with curiosity.

In an attempt to help out, you sent the one thing you saved as an absolute last resort. Your secret.

Watching the small parachute floating down towards Yubin, Taehyun, and the career didn’t make it any less tense.

“I don't want to die.” Yubin declared, all of her fear and sorrow building up inside of her.

The parachute landed in between them, and on instinct, Yubin stepped backwards. Taehyun glanced at Yubin, taking a step back also as the career stepped closer to the parachute.

“I don’t want to die.” She repeated with tears welling into her eyes.

She was telling the truth in the words she spoke. You’ve seen it all before because you were there once too. You didn’t want to die when you were in the arena. Why else would you have fought that hard?

“I’m not afraid of dying.”

The truth hurts.

“I’m afraid of losing who I am.”

But secrets kill.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher fics #dreamcatcher angst #dreamcatcher dami imagine #dreamcatcher dami x reader #dreamcatcher fanfic #Happy birthday katie!!!!!!!!

[yesyourstalker]

Neta:.....................

Ikkan: you want me to ring the doorbell?

Neta:....uhh.... No... You know what let's go home. This was a mistake..... I can't do this...

Ikkan: Neta!

Neta: Ok! Ok...*sigh*........... Just give me a second...... I need to psych myself up ........ Mk........ Alright.... I'm ready.... Ok let's-.......... Uh

Kat: [hug]................ I have a camera doorbell you don't need to ring it sweetie.....

Neta:...........Hi Aunt K.....*sniff*..... It's been a while

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Kat: oh!! Neta! It's been years!!! look at you!!!.... You finally cut your tentacles! You're actually wearing sensible clothes..... Uh your glasses!! You know how many times I told you to start wearing your glasses and you never listen to me what made you change your mind

Neta: words just started to get a little bit blurry especially the nutrition labels I don't understand why they make them so small. I can't even see the sugar-

Kat: what is that on your neck?

Neta:...... It's a tattoo......Not this again

Katie: what in the world? What is it supposed to be? Tentacles?

Neta: it's a kraken.......... Hold up... Ugh................... Mmmm........... See it's a kraken attacking a ship... It's old school style.... It's like what pirates used to have. I think it's cool.

Kat: ugh... Put your shirt on. I don't want to look at it............ Hm... Did you gain wait sweetie?.. [squeeze]

Neta: ..... K!!

Kat: it's good. You look good... You are very underweight that's why you're hypoglycemic now...... Why do you still have that belly button ring? How many piercings do you have at this point?

Neta: 10

Kat: I'm counting nine. Where's the tenth one?

Neta:...................

Kat:....... Neta....

Neta: what!? It's my body!!

Kat: I just-I can't..ok...* Inhale** exhale*. Just like your mother......*sigh*........sit down. Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink? What about you honey? You haven't said anything since you got here. I have tea,coffee, I think I have some soda.

Ikkan: no..... I'm fine ... Thank you

Kat: awww.... Such a sweet boy....... Well I'm going get me something out of the fridge? Beer as usual?

Neta: yep just the usual

Kat: ok

Ikkan: ........ She seems nice

Neta: yeah..... Sometimes hehe

Ikkan:.....hmm.......you used to live here?

Neta: yeah...... I wouldn't say live maybe stay. I used to stay here sometimes......used to sleep in the guest bedroom...........It slowly turned into my bedroom. Posters....... different bed sheets......a hole in the wall

Ikkan: you punch the hole in the wall?

Neta: shhhh shhhh she doesn't know I put a poster over.......

Kat: I'm back. You get one beer and only one do you hear me?

Neta: yeah yeah........

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Kat: .................. It's been a long time

Neta:............ Yeah....................... What are you staring at?

Kat: you just........... Look different.......

Neta: It's the mustache. I think I might grow it back

Kat: No not that it's you look........... Softer

Neta: you already called me fat

Kat: I didn't call you fat! The word fat did not leave my mouth........ You always do this. You always try to start arguments.....*sigh* what I'm trying to say.......... you don't look as mad as you used to.......... Especially looking at your eyes..........much kinder than I used to be. What changed?

Neta: having a daughter.....

Kat:..........oh........ cirrina...... Hehehehe... That makes sense..... That'll do it

Neta:...............K?

Kat:.... Yes?

Neta: I don't hate you...... I'm really sorry I said that to you.......*voice crack*.... You were right.... ...... You write about everything....... I just didn't want to hear it......*sniff*....... You're right, I was just a child. It was a stupid angry child....*crying*.....I didn't know what I was doing.... I'm so sorry Aunt K ....... I I I...*sobbing

Kat: baby come here....come to auntie K.....hehehehe...*sigh*................... It's ok baby.....

Neta: but it's not okay!... I've said so many shitty things to you. Every time you try to help me and protect me, I'd always have to defy you and argue with you....... I was awful......* sobbing*.... You care about me even when I didn't care about myself....how are you not mad at me?

Kat: I couldn't be mad at you baby. I could never be mad at you. Every time you yelled, every time you fought, every profanity you threw at me. I wasn't angry...... I couldn't be angry............. I knew under all that anger was just pain...... All I could see was that little boy having a tantrum at his mom's funeral. He was just frustrated, confused and angry. Rightfully so.......... .................. Neta I love.... I loved you when I yelled at you, when I argued with you and when I fought with you...... That love will never go away.... I know you thought I didn't love you. part of that is my fault but I did and I still do.....[kiss]

Neta:.......*sobbing*....... I'm aunt K

Kat:....... No matter how old you get. You'll always be a baby to me......

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Kat: are you sure you don't want to stay here?

Neta: I have to get back to the hotel.... I'll be back tomorrow. I'll bring my daughter and make sure my ikkan stays next time. Hehehe

Kat:hmm... Ok baby... I'll see you tomorrow... [Kiss]............... [hug].......

Neta: [hug]..........I love you K... Hehehe

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Ikkan:....*snoring*........

Cirrina:..*sleeping*

Neta:..... I'm home

Ikkan: .....*snoring*

Cirrina:.... Mmmm .....Hi daddy ...

Neta: Hey baby girl.... Let me just... Scooch in. . There we go.... How was your day?

Cirrina: It was fun...... Ikkan took me to a museum... Did you know mammalians fins were just strands of thin string they called it hair

Neta: ewww That sounds gross. Hahaha

Cirrina: yeah it was hahaha ....*yawn*........

Neta: let's get some sleep okay honey. We're going to have a very special day tomorrow...[kiss]......*yawn* let's get some shut eye night crab cakes

Cirrina:.......... Night Dad

Neta: I love you

Cirrina: I love you too..

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Mahi was there they're just invisible@fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#Neta is healing #auntie K is a flawed traumatized women raising a flawed trumpetized child #Neta says that he doesn't live there but stays there but that is his home #they were not rich the house is really dinky but you know beggars can't be choosers #It's renovated to look nice but it's still small #neta punch the hole in the wall It was after a fight you got drunk and was mad. he covered the wall with a poster of the metal band #I love writing little daddy daughter moments with cirrina and Neta

[callsign-magnolia]

The Ex? Really?

Warning: Angst, cursing, & smut

Collaboration w/: @alltimereverie

Bradley Bradshaw as Noah

Bob Floyd as Harrison

Fuck Feelings | Masterlist

It’s been two weeks and Noah called me a few times after I told him not to make plans with me, but I haven’t answered. I knew that voice in the background. I knew he was with Katy. But this time, I won’t be hanging around to make him feel better. It was a Saturday and I was exhausted from working late on the F-19 project last night. I put a lid on my omelet as I pulled out the cheese, running on autopilot as I waited for my eggs to cook through. The doorbell went off and I stared at the clock for a second, questioning who is on my porch at eight forty-two a.m. I tightened the black silk robe as the hem swayed around my thighs. I had on a bralette and boy short underwear beneath my robe, too tired to care about real clothes in my own home. 

I didn’t bother looking out the glass in my door, but I should’ve. I swung the door open and stared at the person on the other side of the storm door. I stared at him for a minute before it clicked. “Oh my god!” I screamed as Harrison dropped his bag and opened his arms. I rushed him, launching myself into his arms as my legs wrapped around his waist. I buried my face in his neck, not able to resist myself. His arms wrapped around me as he nuzzled my hair. “Fuck. I really missed you.” I giggled as he spun me around before setting me on my feet. “What are you doing here?” I asked as his hands got shoved into his pockets. “I got a week off and wanted to come for a visit.” I nodded, brushing some hair from my face. “Okay, but why are you at my house?” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face and neither could he. He bit his lip, looking behind him before looking back to me. “The truth?” He asked and I nodded. He came a little closer, taking one of my hands in his. “I had to see you. I couldn’t wait any longer.” I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. “I missed you Harrison.” He squeezed me back and he kissed my forehead. “I missed you too Lizzy.” 

“I guess I should get to my hotel. I’m jet lagged.” He grabbed his duffel bag and I gently took it from him. “Or you could crash here.” He raised a brow at me. “Are you sure?” I nodded, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him inside with me. I took him up to the guest room, setting his duffel on the dresser before I turned to him. “I was just making breakfast.” I said with a smile before it clicked. “Oh god!” I rushed past him and down the stairs. Halfway to the kitchen my fire alarm went off, which caused Harrison to be hot on my heels. I rushed into the kitchen to see a small flame coming from the pan with my eggs. I quickly grabbed it, slamming it upside down in the sink, the lack of oxygen putting out the fire. I cut on the water to make sure it was out as Harrison waved a kitchen towel around my fire alarm in hopes it would quieten down. 

Once I was sure the fire was out and the room went quiet, I turned to Harrison. We looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. I was practically hanging on him as I tried to catch my breath and stay on my feet. “See how distracting you are?” I said as I sacked his chest. “Oh I’m distracting?” I nodded as I finally caught my breath. “You’re the one wandering here in that little robe with nothing but underwear underneath.” He backed me into the counter and my mind flashed back to the first night I stayed with him. The way his hands wandered my body, how sweet and gentle he was. “You make it so hard to control myself.” I had the urge to pull him into a kiss. The way he caged me in and his breath fanning my face, his cologne invading my senses. I stood straight, pulling my robe tighter around me as I looked away. He immediately backed away, scratching the back of his neck. “Want me to make some breakfast?” I nodded. “And I’ll go change.”

I went upstairs, heat rushing through my body from our close proximity. He’s been gone for a few months and the minute he shows up I want to fall all over him again. I closed my door as I got to my room, leaning on it as I held my chest. Harrison was really downstairs, in my kitchen, cooking for me. I held back a squeal as I slipped on some compression shorts and a tank top. It was incredibly hot already today, and I knew it would only get worse as the day went on. Once I was dressed and ready I went back downstairs to see Harrison, towel tossed over his shoulder as he fried some eggs. The toaster dinged and I ran my hand along his shoulder as I walked by, grabbing two plates from the cabinet. Soon the food was done, toast, fried eggs and hashbrowns with onions and peppers mixed in. We sat at the dining table as we caught up. “The F-19 project is going really well. We’re getting the specs together and for the most part the team works really well together. How’s Japan?” He smiled at me. “The work is no different than what I did here, but Kanagawa itself is amazing. The people are great, the food is amazing.” I couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on my face as he spoke. “Maybe you could… come visit sometime and I can take you out for sushi?” I bit my lip, my fingers reaching out to graze his hand. “Sounds like fun.”

We finished breakfast and spent most of the day inside, staying out of the heat. He showered and we napped on the couch as a movie we attempted to watch played. I wanted nothing more than to lay on his chest as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. But instead we laid on the sectional, heads next to each other in the corner as we drifted off. When I woke up Harrison was gone, his blanket folded along the back of the couch. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes as I yawned. “Hey.” I looked to see Harrison coming down the stairs. “Hey.” I smiled at him as he made his way over. He sat behind me, pulling me back into his chest. I smiled as his cologne once again wafted into my nose, making a peace settle in my chest as he held me. “Would you go to dinner with me tonight?” He whispered in my ear, making me giggle as it tickled. “You don’t have to do that Harrison.” He just chuckled, his laughter shaking us. “I want to.” A small smile crept onto my face as he squeezed me a little tighter. “I’ve missed you Lizzy, I just really want to spend time with you.”

My heart sped up just slightly at his words. I’ve missed him too, so much, but he’ll only be here for a week. I can’t let myself get attached to him again. I’m feeling a little better about him not being here, about us not being together. But I know it will hurt when he leaves, and if I can keep distance between us till then, maybe it won’t hurt as bad. “Okay.” He kissed the back of my head, my heart squeezing lightly. I quickly sat up, standing from the couch. “Dinner in an hour? Gives me time to get ready.” He nodded, smiling at me. I quickly rushed upstairs and into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. “Oh my god.” I groaned, leaning my head on my door. This man is going to be the death of me. I sighed before getting myself ready, straightening my hair, and doing some light makeup before tossing on a blush chiffon wrap dress that ended just above my knees. I slid on some nude heels before tossing a few things in a clutch purse. Once I was ready I made my way downstairs. 

Once I got down the stairs, he was already standing behind the couch. Black slacks and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, making his arms look heavenly. "Hey." I said and he looked up from clasping his watch. "H-hi." He stared at me for a moment, causing a blush to creep up my neck. I slowly walked towards him, his cologne surrounding me, making me feel warm inside. "I'm glad I'm not overdressed." I said, motioning to his own attire. "No. Not at all. Honestly, you could've worn a ball gown & you wouldn't be overdressed." There was an awkwardness in the air and I wasn't sure how to curb it. "Well we should go before we get too hungry." He nodded in agreement and his hand fell to my back, leading me to the door. We decided to take his rental since it was nicer than mine. We sat in the nice truck as Harrison drove us to the fancy french restaurant and my hand rested on the console. We rode in silence, the awkwardness dissipating between us. That is until Harrison’s hand found mine. I froze, my eyes drifting towards our now intertwined fingers. I bit my lip, slowly pulling my hand away from his. “Everything okay?” He asked, glancing over at me. “Everything is fine.” I said. He left it at that, the rest of the ride being silent. 

We arrived and after a few drinks at dinner, the awkwardness disappeared and was replaced with laughter. “You did what as a kid?” He asked as we finished the drive home. “I loved climbing trees and yes, I fell and landed on Noah. He broke his arm when I landed on him.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “I shouldn’t laugh!” We finally made it into my driveway where we took a deep breath, resting back against the seats. “I’m so glad I came by to see you.” I smiled at him. “I’m glad you did too.” I said before opening the door and jumping out. “Did you just open your own door?!” He yelled as he got out himself. “Yes!” I laughed out, stumbling on the sidewalk. He rushed over, catching my arm and holding me steady. “Maybe you had a little too much wine with dinner.” I shook my head as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I bit my lip, looking up at him as my hands rested on his chest. “Harrison.” I said looking up at him. “Yeah?” He asked, resting his forehead on mine. I took a step back, out of his warm embrace, leaning back on my porch railing. “I’m glad you came to visit. But I think we should keep our distance from each other.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, stepping closer and taking my hands in his. “What?” I nodded. “It’s taken me a while to… be okay. After we broke up, I was a wreck and I’m just now getting to a good place.” He pursed his lips, holding my hands tighter. “Lizzy. There’s something I need to tell you.” I shook my head. “Harrison, I think we need to keep some space while you’re here. We can hang out, and spend time together. But I think we need to keep our friendship and love life separate.” 

“Lizzy. I’m transferring back. I’m coming home.” My jaw dropped as I stared up at him. “What?” He nodded. “I thought this transfer would be great. But when I left you here, I realized I left a part of myself here with you. I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t want to be without you.” I didn’t know what to say, so all I could do was stare at him. “Harrison. I don’t want you giving this up for me.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to do it if I can’t have you too.” Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at the ground. “I still love you Lizzy. It’s been hell being on the other side of the world without you.” I smiled up at him, sniffling my tears away. “I love you too.” He beamed at me, taking a step closer, placing his hands on my waist as mine fell to his biceps. “I’ll have to go back to Japan for another month, but then I’m coming home to you. I just have to know,” He rested his forehead on mine, his tongue poking out of his lips like it does when he’s nervous. “Will you be mine again?” I was almost embarrassed by how quickly I nodded. “Yes. I was never not yours Harrison.” He smiled, pulling me flush against him. I rested my head on his chest as he held me, and everything felt right. More so than it had since we broke up. We pulled away and he gently gripped my chin before his lips met mine in a soft kiss. I tossed my arms around his shoulders, falling into the kiss. “We should probably get inside before I do unspeakable things to you in front of your neighbors.” I giggled, pulling away and taking his hand and leading him inside. 

As soon as I set foot on the hardwood, he took me by the waist before slamming me into the wall by the door. He kicked the door closed before he grabbed me by my hips and lifting me till I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Fuck. I have missed you so much, pretty girl.” I keened at the pet name, missing the way it rolled off his tongue. We were cut off by my ringtone and I moaned against him, pulling it from my purse, glancing at it before tossing it onto the couch. “Who was it?” He asked, pulling his lips from mine. But I just grinned at him, latching my lips onto the spot under his ear, making him moan. “Don’t worry about it.” I whispered in his ear before my tongue darted out, licking the spot. I had his head in a daze and I knew it, but he broke his focus long enough to ask me the question I dreaded. “It was Noah wasn’t it?” I ignored him, continuing to place kisses along his jaw but he pulled me back. “Lizzy.” I huffed, unraveling my legs from his waist, allowing him to set me on my feet. “It was. He started lying to me and ghosting me when we had plans so I told him to not bother calling me anymore. He’s tried a few times but I’ve ignored every call.” He sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting down on it. “Harrison. Noah is my friend, but he’s been treating me like shit lately. I promise, there is nothing between us.” He looked to me as I sat next to him, a small smile on his face. “I know. I just hate the way he’s been treating you.” I nodded, laying my head on his shoulder. “Me too.” We sat like that for a minute before he spoke up. “I’m really craving chocolate.” I giggled, sitting up and looking at him. “I have a box of brownie mix.” He raised a brow at me. “Do you have pecans to put in them?” I scoffed. “Who do you think I am? Of course I do!” With that we both jumped up, going to put our pajamas on before making brownies. 

From that first night Harrison has slept in my bed, holding me close every night, making it some of the best sleep I’ve had in months. We spent most of our days going out together or staying at the house. We were just soaking up all the time we had together before we were separated for another month. We had three days left together and we spent Wednesday night with takeout and a movie. Once we were finished we lounged on the couch together, my legs tossed over his lap as he rubbed my thigh. His hand slowly made it’s way to the inside of my thigh and closer and closer to my core, and I decided two could play this game. I slowly lifted my foot, gently running it across the crotch of his gray sweatpants, feeling his cock harden under my touch. “If you want it that bad, then come ‘ere.” He said as he leaned back on the couch, tossing his arms along the back cushions. “I recall you starting this first.” He bit his lip before he grabbed my hand, yanking me into his lap. “You’re right. I did.” His lips crashed into mine. Our teeth clashing together as we moaned into each other’s mouth, tongues colliding and fighting for dominance. He obviously won, pulling me flush against him as he all but devoured me. His hand wandered between my legs, slipping under the waistband of my underwear and running his finger up my slit. I gasped as he did it, making him chuckle. “So sensitive, pretty girl. You always this wet for me?” I nodded as my chest heaved, his finger teasing my entrance. “Yeah.” I whined against him. “Stand up.” I did as he asked, discarding his t-shirt I had on and my underwear as he yanked off his grey sweatpants. 

He pulled me back into his lap, running the swollen head of his cock along my entrance, nudging my clit occasionally. “Harrison. Please.” He grinned before kissing me sweetly. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” I slowly sunk down on his cock, him filling me to the brim as I moaned out. “Come on, Lizzy.” He slowly moved my hips back and forth before I picked up the motion myself, fucking myself on him. “Oh god, Harrison.” I moaned out, leaning back as he ran his hands up my abdomen, grabbing my breasts as I worked myself towards my high. “That’s it. Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy of yours.” His thumb prodded at my clit, making me cry out. I pulled myself closer, opting to bounce on his cock as my head became fuzzy. All I could think about was him. The way his voice sounded, the way he smelled, the little pants and groans escaping him as I wrapped myself around him. “You’re so close, Lizzy. Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” I nodded, only able to whine in response. I couldn’t even think long enough to form a sentence. He felt so good inside me and the head of his cock was grazing that spot deep inside me. “God I wanna feel you cum around me. I’ll have your legs shaking and tears streaming down those gorgeous cheeks by the time I’m done with you, pretty girl.” His hand wrapped around my neck as I nodded in response. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled out as my orgasm built in my core, so close to washing over me. 

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed, wrapping my arms around Harrison’s neck and pulling myself impossibly closer to him as the voice yelled out from my entryway. Harrison’s arms wrapped around me, making an attempt to shield me from the intruder. “What the fuck?!” Noah screamed out as he stared at us. “Noah! Why the hell are you here?” I asked, attempting to catch my breath. “Well I came to talk to you but it looks like you're busy fucking your ex!” I wasn’t really sure how to respond seeing as Harrison’s cock was still inside me and Noah was just staring at us. “Turn the fuck around or get the hell out! Goddamn, can’t even give her a chance to get up?” Harrison yelled at him and it seemed to click in Noah’s brain just what he walked in on. He turned around and I huffed, getting off Harrison’s lap. I slid his shirt on, before pulling my panties up my thighs. “Here, put my sweatpants on.” He handed me his sweatpants before grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and covering himself with it. Noah seemed to realize I was dressed and turned around. “Seriously?” He asked, motioning to my clothes and Harrison’s lack thereof. 

Harrison had a cheshire cat grin on his face as Noah motioned to him. “Why the hell are you here?” I asked as I stared at him, arms crossed over my chest. “I wanted to talk to you. But you’ve been dodging my calls. Last thing I expected was to walk in on your fucking your ex-boyfriend.” “It’s boyfriend and I don’t know how you missed it. We weren’t quiet by any means.” I bit my lip to hold back my laughter, but that stopped when I saw the angry look on Noah’s face. “Are you fucking serious?” I nodded. “Yes. We’re back together.” His eyes blew wide as his hands made their way through his hair. “After he dumped you and made you feel like shit?” I held my hand up, making him stop. “At least he was honest with me and didn’t hide shit from me.” His jaw dropped at my remark, stepping closer with a wild look in his eyes. “Are you turning this around on me?” He asked. “Yeah! I am! You started ghosting me and made me feel worse than Harrison ever could!” I snapped. “See, this is the issue! You always seem to have a problem with Katy! Have you ever considered that you’re the problem?!” “DON’T YOU DARE YELL AT ME!” He immediately backed down as I raised my voice back at him. “I tried to support you, but she tried to push me out of your life! If you love her, great. But you don’t get to keep me on the sidelines just so you have someone to fall back on! I get to live my life too! I don’t have to be here waiting for you, just for you to treat me like shit!” His eyes widened so much I thought they would fall out of his head. “I treat you like shit?!” He took another step closer, and that seemed to be too close for Harrison to be comfortable with. “You need to back up, man.” He said as we stepped between us, holding the blanket around his waist.. 

“Oh, so you’re gonna have your boyfriend defend you?” I nodded. “Yeah. Because you don’t seem to do that anymore.” Realization seemed to strike him. He stepped back, the angry look disappearing from his face as he ran his hands through his hair. “Liz-” “I think you need to leave.” His hands fell to his sides and his face slowly turned red, telling me he was about to cry. “You need to go, Noah.” I said, motioning towards the door. “Liz.” “She asked you to leave.” When Harrison said it, it seemed to click and he turned towards the door. He grabbed the handle and stopped, turning back towards me. “Liz. For what it’s worth. I’m sorry.” I shook my head, walking away towards the kitchen. Knowing that if I stayed there another second I’d crumble. I grabbed a wine glass and my open bottle of Riesling from the fridge, pouring myself a glass as Harrison came in. “Lizzy, baby.” At the sound of his voice, I broke, sobbing over my glass of wine. “It’s okay, pretty girl.” I shook my head. “I shouldn’t be crying over him.” He kissed my head, pulling me into him. “You two have been friends for over twenty years now. It’s okay to be upset.” So I was. I cried over possibly losing my best friend.

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[chiropteracupola]

tagged in a thing by @charliemack and @littleastrobleme - wow!

last song: 'gold' by we are the guests, which is part of a playlist I made for an original project some years ago and today found myself quite nostalgic for.*

currently watching: it'll be hilda again as soon as I figure out a place to find the rest of it (the site I was using previously lacked most of the middle of season 1 and all of season 2, to my great dismay)

currently reading: 'leeward' by katie daysh! it is as good as everyone who has recommended said, altho' I do find the frequent use of first names rather than surnames a little odd. excellent Sad Soggy Sailor in there, which as you likely know is a genre I'm very fond of.

current obsession: I have been spending A Certain Amount of Time staring deeply at wikipedia formatting and and also particularly grubby and dusty pdfs in order to figure out how to Capture their essence for art purposes of late!

...also I have been a little silly in the head over 'the motive and the cue' (it's a play about hamlet! and a lot of other things!) for approximately ten days now, but primarily I have been doing that Inside My Head because it is not exactly the kind of silly in the head that causes Posts to form. seriously this is a play that I think Intertextuality Tumblr would enjoy very much, and since I know they have filmed the production (source: was there when they did that) I really hope that that eventually gets put up somewheres where it may be Beheld. also johnny flynn is very good in it if that provides any context to my meanderings.

alright, game says to tag nine people... @natdrinkstea, @sailorpants, @wilhelmina-murray-harker, @graveyardrabbit, @kigiom, @alizuriacrow, @what-even-is-sleep, @cytocutie, @verecunda, what have you all been up to lately?

#one of those tag things #*[guy who already has too many projects] I just miss my funky little sea captain; want to draw her again; cannot because of Reasons :( #are some of my thoughts regarding that play additions to my 'johnny flynn could and should play jack aubrey' conspiracy board? #yes of course but What Of It.

[notwiselybuttoowell]

...Burley was not amused by the standup Joe Lycett’s appearance on the first-ever Sunday with Laura Kuenssberg, which the Brummie sent up by pretending to be “incredibly rightwing”. Feigning enthusiastic support for the positions Liz Truss staked out in her interview with Kuenssberg, Lycett had co-panellist Emily Thornberry tittering, and the show’s host on a very uncertain footing, with an appearance that went on to dominate coverage of this launch of the BBC’s major new politics format.

Is that a travesty? Or – as Lycett’s many supporters would have it – a public service? “Here was something genuinely subversive,” in his fellow comedian Katy Brand’s words, “delivered so politely you could barely feel the blade until it was out.” The dividing lines were drawn, between those who feel that the seriousness of Kuenssberg’s show (at a very serious time) was undermined by Lycett’s prank, and those who see that prank as the most serious and morally responsible feature of the whole hour.

It comes down, perhaps, to what you want from your guest comedian. We’re living through an age where comics are ubiquitous, writing newspaper columns, fronting documentaries, governing war-torn countries and, yes, appearing on political discussion shows. The powers-that-be, the Rob Burleys of this world, may prefer those appearances to play by the rules of the media-political complex: a few witty remarks here, a few digestible convictions there, the applecart left unmolested. A mainstream satire industry exists to equip comedians with these skills, from Radio 4’s Now Show via (the late) Mock the Week and even including The Mash Report, which is often brilliant while tending to operate within the confines of what we recognise as satire. It draws a few gasps; it’s easily contained.

Lycett’s activist comedy tries to do something different – and more power to him for that. Watch the broadcast, and this latest Truss trolling feels more like a gambit than something fully realised: he doesn’t look sure that it’s working. But he’s got previous with this shtick: see his regular tweets geeing up Boris Johnson (“dont rise to it babe, im with nadine we r on ur side no matter what xoxox”), or indeed his hoax leaking of the Sue Gray report, which was in equal parts ridiculous and just about credible enough to get Whitehall knickers in a twist. Such is the satirical territory Lycett is staking out – not joking about our political reality but bodysnatching it. Insinuating himself into its cracks, to prise open some perspective on how appalling it’s become.

What comedian could do more? It’s been clear since at least the dawning of the current Conservative era that mainstream satire, with its urbane wit and complacent rationality, wasn’t fit for purpose, that political comedy was going to need new registers to measure up to the extremity of what we were facing.

Burley’s complaint against Lycett was that his antics eclipsed the real political content of Kuenssberg’s show – Truss’s contention, for example, that “it is fair” for the rich to profit from her proposed tax cuts. It’s possible to agree with that while congratulating the comedian for gesturing towards a more compelling – and equally political – point. Kuenssberg’s dialogue with Truss was a textbook example of all that is wrong with our current “journo-political stitch-up” (Brand’s words again). While British people stare down the barrel of appalling hunger and poverty, this interview was evasive, complacent (“Britain has been through worse in the past” – Truss), self-congratulatory, personality-focused (“You are about to become prime minister. Can you believe it?!” – Kuenssberg) and cloyingly clubbable.

With all the bombast and self-importance that Chris Morris mocked so ruthlessly 25 years ago in Brass Eye, these formats exist to make politicians seem like upright and substantial people. They have no way of accommodating the awkward fact that some of them, particularly since the Tory party turned into the Brexit party, are neither. Lycett’s uncomfortable nugget of performance art blew the gaff on that. It dissented from the pantomime that this is serious discourse. That’s why some commentators are demanding fewer comedians on political TV – and why the many of us think the comedians, at their best, are one of the few reasons to keep watching.

#excerpts #joe lycett #satire #british comedy #uk politics #liz truss #rob burley #brian logan