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jigujellee · 3 years ago

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IS THAT A CHALLENGE? -> bets are always fun to make, especially if they involve trying to keep your girlfriend quiet in front of all your friends. [ request: Rosé and yn is sitting at the table with bunch of rosé's mates. Yn was slowly rubbing rose's upper thighs to straight up palming her clothed pussy while they were having a nice chat.she painfully slowly circled her clitoris with a challenging smile yn pulled her closer and unzipped her jeans... ]

rosé x reader fluff & smut (¬‿¬ ) word count: 2.1k warnings: fingering, slight exhibitionism??, some swearing

a/n: another request that has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time, so i'm very sorry about the wait! this is the very first smut i've actually completed so please excuse any mistakes and feel free to comment on anything i could work on in the future :) also, ik i've been writing mainly for rosé and jennie but i swear i have other ideas cooking with other members and idols so bear with me hehe thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! <3

you don't know how much slower the hands on the clock could be going right now. there were only 4 minutes left before it was time for lunch, which meant only 4 more minutes until you get to see your beloved girlfriend and eat with her. but this damn clock made 4 minutes feel like centuries.

there is never a second that goes by where chaeyoung isn't on your mind. the blonde manages to slip into your thoughts at the most random time of the day, whether you're at home scrolling on your phone, or even when you're just sharpening your pencil in class, you were always thinking of her. you two had been dating for about a year and a half now, but everyday still feels like you two were just crushing on each other. that's what you loved about your relationship with chaeyoung - just because you made it official and put a label on yourselves, nothing between you changed. you two are best friends who happened to fall in love with each other, and now that you're happily together without a care in the world, you couldn't possibly imagine anyone better for you.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell that you were waiting for ever since you walked into class. students around you started to get up and put their things away and you did the same, albeit much faster than everyone else. your best friend minjeong noticed how eager you were to get out of class.

"damn y/n, keep it in your pants. you know chaeyoung isn't even going to be at the table by the time you get there, so i don't understand why you always rush out of here"

"bold of you to assume it's about chaeyoung" you retorted before hearing your other friends joining in the fun of teasing you.

"sure, tell that to yourself when you were full on daydreaming about her during class" ningning said, earning a laugh from minjeong, jimin, and aeri.

you playfully stick your tongue out at them before grabbing your packed bag and started speed walking to the cafeteria.

"y/n you lovesick bitch, can you at least wait for us?!" jimin yelled from behind you, but you didn't even bother looking back.

"see you there losers!"

sure enough, you were the only one at the lunch table that you and your friends shared with chaeyoung and her group of friends. it made you happy that everyone got along with each other and were supportive of your relationship with chaeyoung, mostly because they all bond over teasing the two of you. speaking of teasing, you heard four familiar voices coming up from behind you.

"who's the loser now y/n? your princess isn't even here and you're just sitting here like a fool" aeri teased while the four of them start taking their seats around you.

"you're just jealous you don't have anyone waiting for you" you replied.

"technically, you wait here for all of us so no i'm not jealous"

"really now? you're not jealous? even when you used to like-"

"okay shut it y/n, that was years ago and i no longer feel that way" aeri as she rolls her eyes while you laugh at her, failing to catch the red tint on her cheeks.

before you could say anything else, ningning nudged your shoulder and nodded towards the cafeteria entrance. your friends began to laugh at how you were unable to keep your eyes off the tall blonde that had just walked in with her three other friends.

"close your mouth y/n, you're gonna catch flies" jimin said as she placed her hand under your chin to shut your mouth. but how could you resist watching your beautiful girlfriend walking towards you with a smile like that? with eyes like that? even with your eyes glued on her, you didn't even notice that she was already right in front of you until jennie said something.

"wow, a year and a half later and chaeyoung still leaves y/n speechless" everyone giggles at jennie's remark, but you tuned everything out. the only thing you could focus on was the love of your life who was now sitting beside you after everyone else made space.

"hi love, are you just gonna stare at me all day?" chaeyoung giggled, and you swear every species of butterflies erupted in your stomach. you could listen to her little giggle all day and never get tired of it.

"i honestly wouldn't mind that at all" you say, as you lean in to place a sweet kiss on her cheek. the sounds of your friends fake gagging and chaeyoung's friends laughing ruined the little moment between you two, but the two of you just laughed with them before starting to eat your lunch.

chaeyoung noticed how irritated you were getting after getting into a heated debate with minjeong about your height difference with each other. you were clearly 10cm taller than her so it's natural that you get to call her short but when minjeong calls YOU short, that's when you started pulling out rulers and taking your shoes off to measure your heights.

"love, sit down, you're being ridiculous" chaeyoung calls out to you.

"yeah shorty, listen to your girlfriend and sit down"

you whine to your girlfriend "but love, do you hear this tomfoolery?! calling me short when i'm fully taller than her?"

"come, i have pocky we could share" and this finally made you make your way over to the blonde, but not before wrapping your arm around minjeong's head and ruffling her hair.

as you chew on your chocolate covered pretzel stick while listening to jimin talk about losing 3 pubg games in a row, you suddenly feel a foot brush up against the back of your calf. you don't question who it was (because hello, who else would it be) and instead, you look at your girlfriend who seems to be focused in something lisa was saying to her. you knew this wasn't an accident, you knew chaeyoung better than that but you brushed it off and pretended it didn't happen. chaeyoung took this opportunity to try it again, but as soon as you felt contact, you reached for her thigh and gripped it to stop her. you didn't turn to look at her but you could tell she glanced towards you with slightly widened eyes. you loosened your grip on her thigh and began stroking it gently with your thumb, noticing the way she twitched slightly because she was ticklish.

you continued to listen to jimin while keeping your hand on chaeyoung's thigh, but whatever your friend was saying was going in one ear and out the other. the only thing on your mind was the fact that chaeyoung was slightly trembling under your touch. with the urge to tease your girlfriend, you began sliding your hand up her thigh, closer to where you wanted to touch her most. you were a bit worried your friends would catch you trying to finger chaeyoung, but the thought of it was also exhilarating to you. you were so close to moving your hand under her skirt until she stops your hand with her own. you look over at her, her eyes screaming what the hell are you doing? you challenged her with your own gaze to which she noticed change from sweet and loving to being full of lust. though she was also afraid of being caught by her friends, the look in your eyes alone made her drip with want. chaeyoung let go of your hand, giving you the okay to continue.

you whispered into her ear, "i bet you can't keep quiet. i'll stop if you can't"

she leaned towards you to do the same, "is that a challenge?" she smiles.

you placed your hoodie onto her lap to make it a little less obvious that you were about to finger your girlfriend. once under her skirt, you run a finger down her clothed folds, fighting back a smile because of how wet she already was. you could hear her breath hitch with every movement you made and it was so fun to keep playing with her. however, chaeyoung thought the opposite - she wanted more than just you running a finger up and down. dying to feel something, she tried to discreetly grind against your finger but you stopped her by pinching the inside of her thigh. she yelped, earning a confused look from your friends and also from you, since you had to act like nothing was going on.

"you alright chae?" jisoo asked, expressing genuine concern for the blonde.

"y-yeah, i just hit my foot, i'm okay"

everyone seemed to believe what she said before going back to their conversations but your gaze remained on her. she shook her head and you noticed her eyes pleading for you not to stop, as if they were saying i promise i'll be quiet. you could never say no to your girlfriend so you agreed to keep going. you glanced at the clock and noticed lunch was ending soon, so you finally decide to give chaeyoung some relief by moving her wet underwear to the side and touching her warm, slick sex. you see chaeyoung bite her lip from the corner of your eye, and you smirk to yourself knowing how she falls apart at the slightest touch from you.

"fuck y/n, i need more" chaeyoung whispers to you, hoping no one else heard it.

with no hesitation and little time left, you slip a finger into her and she nearly moans out but stops herself from doing so. you begin pumping into her slowly, feeling her juices spill onto your hand. watching the clock, you started speeding your movements before adding another finger into her and she lays her head down on the table to hide how red and sweaty she was getting. you noticed jennie look at her friend in concern before focusing back on the clock to try and get chaeyoung to finish before lunch ends.

chaeyoung's breathing started getting faster and faster, indicating that she was close to her release. your hand was starting to cramp a little but you wanted her to finish as much as she did. while plunging your fingers knuckle deep into her drenched pussy, you leaned towards her ear and lightly bit on her earlobe, which is something that drives her insane.

"cum for me pretty girl, you've done so well today" you whispered and within a few more seconds, you feel her walls tightening around your fingers before feeling her juices all over your hand. chaeyoung slightly shivers and bites down on her own hand to stay quiet. you pull your fingers out and place her underwear back into place before wiping your hand on your hoodie, even though you really wanted to taste her on your fingers.

"chae baby, are you feeling okay?" you asked, feigning innocence as if you didn't just fuck chaeyoung with one hand. the other girls around you are still oblivious to what happened and watch as she doesn't say anything and keeps her head down on the table, aggressively nodding to show that she was fine.

"hey, look at me. what's wrong?" again, sounding innocent, you get chaeyoung to look at you and you can see the tired yet satisfied look in her eyes. she shakes her head and mumbles something along the lines of i'm just tired. you pulled her into a hug and you can feel her smile against your shoulder. she brings her head up to whisper something into your ear.

"meet me in the third floor washroom next period. i need more of you baby", her words making you blush profusely. you simply hummed in response.

the bell finally rings and you kiss your girlfriend goodbye before waving to jisoo, jennie and lisa. however, just as you were about to get up from the table to head to class, your friends stopped in front of you and shot you suggestive eyebrow wiggles.

"what? why are you all looking at me like that?"

"were you doing something chaeyoung?" ningning asks.

"something like what?"

"i don't know, maybe fingering her?"

"now why the hell would i do that?"

"because you're a kinky and horny ass bitch who can't stop drooling over her!!" aeri practically screams out for the whole cafeteria to hear before running away with an evil laugh. you run after her, not even caring about leaving the other three behind. you laughed to yourself as you chased aeri down the halls, because as a matter of fact yes, you were indeed just fingering your girlfriend.

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wheelsup · 3 years ago

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okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart.

wc: 1.6k contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder.

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff.

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower.

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority.

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark.

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself.

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.”

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity.

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured.

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath.

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny.

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.”

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo.

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had.

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one.

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you.

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it.

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.”

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor.

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy.

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it.

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…”

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit.

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.”

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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ialwaysgobacktoit · 3 years ago

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Time to rest your weary head: The End!

FIRST AND FOREMOST; I KNOW it took me a DAMN LONG TIME to update this, but lemme explain: This was my first fanfiction ever written in english, my first Gwynriel long-fic and the first fanfic I ever published and I didn't want to finish it (although I knew it must come to an end)

I am so grateful for all the love, likes, kudos on AO3, comments and reblogs I've been getting since I first started posting it. You have NO IDEA how much it meant to me; I've always found myself a little insecure to post my own fiction work, but this one have payed off and it's all thanks to you guys!!!!

To @katiebellf the one who lovingly suggested WRITE A FANFICTION OUT OF THIS bday headcanon and i sure as hell did!!! To @madie2200 and @starbornsinger for being so supportive and always making sure I'd get feedback, and to @thecrispypotatochip for your constant reblogs with your opinions + to every kind soul out here in this crazy virtual space that made sure to make me feel loved! (i see you all, and i love you)

ANYWAY, that's it guys! <3 This chapter of my life is finally over (ik i'm being HELLA DRAMATIC but put up with me!!!!! i love gwynriel!!!!) and I can't wait for you to see what's to come :) (btw i know i'm technically LATE since here in my brazilian timezone it's 1AM but think on the bright side... I hope y'all have a great dinner/breakfast/lunch surprise :)

Chapter List here and my personal Gwynriel hymn that inspired the title of this fic RIGHT HERE

PART 15: FINAL.

Azriel knew what he had to do.

As he beheld the circle of people in front of him all gathered around the dining table, his family, he felt a sense of calmness and quietude he hadn’t for a long, long time. His eyes quickly landed on Gwyn, who was motioning for him to sit by her side.

It was dinner night at the River House, and he had it all planned out. His shadows bounced around his shoulders as he took the seat next to his mate. As she engaged in a conversation with Emerie and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian leaned on each other, Rhys played with Nyx while Mor and Amren discussed about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about, he felt at ease. Peaceful.

Gwyn held his hand under the table, and he let his shadows hung around her freely. It was almost as they belonged to her, and not him. They had started doing it a lot more often, so the Inner Circle was supposed to be more used to it by now. Still, Azriel ignored Amren’s inquisitive eyebrow and turned his gaze to his mate; those teal eyes were eyeing him, and she squeezed his hand, giving him an almost imperceptible nod; a go-ahead sign.

Just like they had previously talked.

“There’s something you should know” Azriel started, immediately earning the attention of almost everyone at the table, since it wasn’t every day he opened up like that. Only Gwyn kept staring at her lap, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Is everything ok?” Nesta was the one who asked.

“We’re mates.” She blurted out, startling him – and everyone around, for that matter. He looked at her, amused, and then at the confusion that reigned across the table. In a second, a squealing Nesta and Emerie lunched forward and embraced his mate in a tight and equally loud hug, while Cassian spitted his drink, Mor clapped and Amren muttered a “tell me something new”, quietly smiling and raising her glass at Azriel anyway.

Only Rhys and Feyre stood in silence at their spots at the table, knowing smiles mirrored on their faces quickly noticed by Nesta, still with her arms around Gwyn.

“Why are you two so quiet?” Her eyes missed nothing, raising her chin at her sister and her mate. Rhys merely took a sip from his drink.

“They already knew.” Azriel found himself saying, and Nesta’s stare darted to him, and then to Gwyn, who was still flushed from all the fuss.

“And you knew they knew?” She furrowed her brows; he couldn’t identify if her tone was menacing or curious, but Gwyn wasn’t the one to feel intimidated by it, given the way she chuckled in response.

“It was all me.” Rhys raised his hands. “It was an accident; I didn’t mean to pry.”

“I need to train more on my mental shields, apparently.” It was all the priestess admitted, but kindly smiled at Rhysand and Feyre from across the table. “The High Lo- Rhysand, I mean- kept it safe for me. He found out earlier than Azriel did.”

“You were the one to realize first?” Nesta sat again at her spot besides Cassian, and turned to her friend surprised. Gwyn smiled smugly.

“By a short amount of time” Azriel couldn’t help but grunt out, unconsciously falling into their usual banter.

Her warm eyes landed on him, and she winked, still with that Cauldron-damned smile on, causing shivers all over him.

“Still” She shrugged irreverently and smirked playfully. “I knew it before you. Quite the Spymaster, huh?”

If everyone else at the table stilled slightly at her words, all but Cassian, who bellowed in laughter, Azriel couldn’t notice. Not when his mate’s stare was unfaltering, with that challenging look in her eyes she knew he loved. He immediately found himself joining his brother, again not caring if it was the first in a damn long time his family even heard him laugh like that.

Some time passed between casual conversation and sips of wine. In that time, Azriel was secretly arranging his next words in his mind. Just like Gwyn and he had previously discussed, the news went well; as deep down, he knew it would. His family had understood and cherished them both, and Azriel reveled in the peace it brought him, quietly admiring those people around him.

When his eyes landed at Gwyn, though, deeply immersed in conversation with Rhysand, he took in a deep breath, determined. There was still one more thing he had to do, one more thing she wasn’t yet aware. Something he knew, in his heart, was the right thing to do. Was the best thing he could do.

“Rhys” He called, and Gwyn immediately turned her head to him, eyes shining with pure curiosity. “There’s one more thing.”

He leaned in closer to his brother, resting his arm behind Gwyn’s chair. Rhysand’s expression was equally intrigued, but his voice was calm and collected when he answered: “Shoot, brother.”

“I need a break.”

“Oh?” Rhysand’s eyebrows shot up with surprise.

“Oh?” Gwyn echoed quietly.

Her burning gaze made him tear his eyes from Rhysand and stare back at her; something was glimmering in her teal ocean eyes. He couldn’t discern what it was. The rest of his family was still talking to each other, though the conversation had dimmed a bit.

“I have well trained spies all over the country; I could spend the rest of this week getting them ready to take my place for a little while. I’d be back in two weeks, if you’d let me.” Azriel continued.

Rhysand smiled broadly and promptly retorted: “What about two months?”

Gwyn gasped beside him. Something stirred within Azriel’s chest. Two whole months, with Prythian in the verge of a possible war, didn’t seem wise at all, and he was well aware of the fact.

But Cauldron-damn him, he wanted that. Needed that.

Suddenly, a vision of a shining blue lake under the afternoon sun came into his field of view. In his fingers, loose strands of a long copper hair, like burning fire under the sunlight. The only thing he could hear was the chirps of birds and the soft breathing of the young priestess who rested against his chest. For whatever reason, he could see it.

He felt his brother’s claws against his mental shield, bringing him back from his reverie:

You deserve it, brother. You two deserve this and more.

He had to blink away the tears that he felt coming up, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Then he looked at Gwyn, that smiling, powerful force of nature sitting next to him. He finally understood what that was in her eyes; the same thing Rhysand showed in his.

Pride.

And he knew his answer.

EPILOGUE

A few years later

Azriel woke up to soft humming. He squinted against the morning light, and frowned when he found the other side of the bed empty. His fae senses discerned the familiar voice coming from the bathroom, a voice he always seemed drawn to.

He lazily got up and followed the sweet melody that woke him up and lived in his dreams; leaning against the door frame, he watched as Gwyn slowly brushed her damp hair, the smell of lavender filling up the air:

"Hey, you"

Gwyn turned around, and smiled softly at him. That morning sight still made his heart flutter, even if it's been years now since they shared rooms in the House of Wind.

"Good morning, love" She neared him and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "What are you doing up? Thought you weren't tutoring today."

"I'm not" He hummed, embracing her. "But the bed was getting cold."

His arms felt perfect around her back as she placed her hands behind his neck.

"Ha-ha" She pouted, rolling her eyes at his little drama "My Ilyrian boy is missing me already? It's been less than fifteen minutes"

"What can I do? I love my mate and don't want her to leave me just yet."

She looked thoughtful, a playful smile on her lips: "Well, I suppose I still got time before I hit the library..."

In a second, Azriel was picking her up in his arms and carefully laying her on their bed as she laughed, and he admired just how flushed she got after a hot shower. Gods, he could never get tired of that view. He started peppering her face with kisses, trailing down her neck and smirking against her skin as he heard her sigh and claw her hands on his hair.

"Az..." She murmured after a few seconds.

There's something.

The fact that his shadows had to alert him that made his head shot up and stare into those deep eyes in front of him. She was still smiling, but faintly, and gently stroked his hair as if to soothe him.

He straightened up, leaning on an elbow to face her.

"What?"

"I think we should discuss something."

She seemed nervous, but her tone left nothing to the imagination. Whatever something that was, Gwyneth Berdara was already set on it.

He nodded, brows furrowed.

"You know I love you, and I'm so happy the way things are going. But lately, with you training Ren to one day replace you as Spymaster and me opening up the public library in Velaris, well..."

He swallowed, feeling his heartbeat fasten. But she only smiled further:

"I feel like we should do it now. Accept the bond."

Seconds passed and Azriel didn't know what to say, as he scanned her face for any kind of discomfort or insecurity. There was none. A jest, maybe? Could it be...

"I'm not joking, Shadowsinger. In case you're wondering."

She interrupted his thoughts, and brushed her hands against his hair once more, pulling him closer to her.

"Gwyn, you..." He was speechless, something in his chest glowing brighter and brighter he felt it could burst out of him any minute now.

"I want this, Azriel. And have been wanting it for a long, long time." She breathed in "Do you still..."

"Yes. Yes." He answered in a breathless laugh; the reality of it hitting him. They were doing it. Mates. Forever.

"Mating ceremony and all?" She joined him in laughter now, they both beaming. Azriel felt his cheeks hurt.

"Whatever you say, Gwyn. I'd love whatever you wish. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life." The words came rushing out, but he didn't care. Not when his mate closed the space between them and kissed him intently.

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Gwyn didn't go to the library that day, after all. They prefer focusing on other more... Urgent matters after their talk.

As they lay in bed together a few hours later, Azriel felt utter peace. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Gwyn's body tightly embraced in him, her hair soft against his chin, her breathing even on his chest.

He suddenly remembered this ancient tune his mother used to sing to him when he was no more than a kid. It was a sweet, tender lullaby about peace and tranquility. The one song he always remembered to sing against the darkness. One that seemed to originate from every cell in his body, intrinsic to who he was.

Lately, that song's been bringing him comfort and solace for one more reason. And he was singing it to her now.

And if Gwyn didn't move, nor shift her position, he knew exactly why. Moments in which he sang were rare, since he much preferred to hear his mate's powerful voice. And that song, that one tune meant so much to him, he knew she could sense it. He could feel her smile against his chest.

His shadows expanded and retracted around them both, cocooning them in darkness and playing around the room; temporarily set free.

He felt himself slowly giving in to a peaceful slumber as he went on:

And you would say

"Time to rest your weary head

Take your wings and go to bed

I know you want to show it all, my darling"

And I'd say

"Set me down and rock me, rock me to sleep"

All he sensed before sleep took over him was one, single kiss against his cheek, and a soft whisper against his ear.

He loved her too.

#ok thats it #guck me im trying not to cry #WHAT A JOURNEY #gwynriel #gwynriel fanfiction #azriel singing #gwyneth berdara #i love this #I FINALLY USED THE FRIGGIN TITLE JACOB COLLIER I LOVE YOU #honestly this song screams gwynriel to mee

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hiimsociallyawkward · 4 years ago

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the darkest hour pt 2

i'm back with my bs. this is for my bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars. basically, all of my dumb thoughts while i watched 'darkest hour pt 2', 04.02 of merlin. in case you weren't aware.. ✨spoilers✨

right off the bat i'm sad

ok when i first watched this i was really confused. i mean, you see others when they interact with the dorocha have that perpetual frost on their face right? all of them, every single one. so imagine my surprise when merlin has no frost on his face, and he's miserable yea- but he's not dead??

like tbh, watching this again, ik why but when i first watched this, i was SO confused.

arthur looks so worried slkdjfalskfsd

him being willing to abandon the mission to get merlin back to camelot to be treated 😔🤪😎🤤🤩 lots of emotions

LANCELOT. of course it's lancelot. santiago is perfect. actually.

merlin looks so SICKLY. it physically pains me to see him like that

okok hahaa. the scene where percival is carrying merlin. i have several notes on that.

1) ik it's supposed to be all 'noble' looking. yk? them walking in slow mo, percival carrying merlin like he's been slained in battle. knights looking knightly

ALL I CAN FOCUS ON IS THE LACK OF PROPER NECK SUPPORT FOR MERLIN. PLS TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE.

like pls

second note, idk why this remind me of hagrid carrying harry back

idk maybe that's just me but it feels oddly reminiscent

colin is SO pale my heart is actually hurting for him what the heck

asf;lsdjfa;lsdfj 'take me with you' stop.

dude they ACTUALLY care about each other. i just love them. arthur is so worried rn and while i'm like 'alsjfalsdj i don't want arthur to be sad and worried' we can see just how MUCH arthur cares about merlin.

like yea, we KNOW that they care about each other. but arthur is the prince and merlin's a servant so arthur can't have friends, but they're friends, and they care, and it makes me happy

ok it's sad and everything that merlin's basically dying but is it bad of me that i chuckle at merlin SLUMPED over on his horse?? probably.

but i mean, merlin is already raising himself up so he can sit more comfortably on the horse. ik that doesn't mean that he's in the clear yet, but he's doing a LOT better than the other people who ran into the dorocha. idk where i'm going with this

to quote the destiny and chicken podcast (who i love btw, if you want an awesome merlin podcast, check them out), they stay on arthur's face for SO long after merlin and lancelot leave.

i feel EVERYTHING that arthur is feeling in this moment. he's so pretty

there's another beautiful landscape. i'm not even sorry i'm gonna attach them ALL.

tell me that's not gorgeous

LMAO WHAT IS GWAINE DOING IN THAT TREE.

gwaine is the EMBODIMENT of 'boys will be boys' when he sticks his hand into that tree and gets swarmed by bees.

he's adorable and i love him

ok but also, someone tell me why capes are so hot. someone TELL me.

separate from the episode but on the note of capes being hot, i want a cloak SO BADLY. like the whole gist. floor length, big hooded cloak. why?? it's not like i'm sneaking anywhere but still. ✨cloak✨

ok the line where leon goes 'if anyone can get merlin back to camelot, it's lancelot' and arthur's face?? idk what to make of it. someone help me pls.

ok actually this probably isn't the best reaction shot but someone please help

the only thing i can think of is that arthur momentarily forgot and was reminded that merlin was in danger bc of him?

another thought is that he thinks he should take merlin back instead of lancelot?

ik for a fact you guys are better at analysising this stuff than i am so pls, thoughts?

i love lancelot so much. first time i watched this, i was CRUSHED

him carrying merlin to the lake(?) pond(?) area and then covering him with his cape? i love it

ok idk why but i love the idea of merlin instinctively going towards the water

it makes me think back to how he's made of magic and basically everywhere, espeically nature, has magic and instinctively- he wants to connect with nature as much as he can so his body just puts his hand in the water

a dumber thought i had, his hand is ✨sparkly✨in the water HAHAH

omg when the water called lancelot i deadass thought it was freya. i'm actually dumb i have WATCHED this before and i STILL thought it was freya

'a future that has been written since the dawn of time' makes me so proud but also so sad at the same time

it's like, yes, merlin is going to 'save the world' but it's like he's there just to do that. anyways, i just want him to be happy

MORE SPARKLY

these water spirts are op but also MORE SPARKLY. hehe i thin kthat's so funny

also, i'm literally only like 7 mins in. buckle yourself in

l;askdjflskdjf arthur going into the tunnels with the wilderons?? i miss merlin ouch. AND THE GAJA BERRIES. arthur misses merlin.

ok percival tackling gwaine?? cuties ;))

heheheeh gwaine kicking a skull and then running directly behind arthur for protection?? pls stop. i already love you

HAHA OK. THEM WEARING THE GAJA BERRIES ON THEIR FACE REMINDS ME OF THIS FACE MASK . THAT'S LITERALLY HOW I LOOK WITH THAT THIS FACE MASK ON HAHAA

yes im dumb, but the 5 of them slowly peeking over the rock and then ducking back down?? i love that so much they're so cute

omg what's wrong with me. not these knights literally FEARING their lives and me going 'they're so cute'

ANYWAYS

gwaine you absolute dumbass. smh merlin just took it but you just HAD to stab it. #cancelled

FRICK. YOU. AGRAVAINE.

YES. i have a love hate relationship with gaius, but BUST into the council room. king energy right there

smh gaius you pUSH over.

I LOVE GWEN RIGHT HERE

YES

FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT

DON'T LET ALL THOSE SMELLY OLD COUNCILMEN PUSH YOU AROUND

THIS IS ACTUALLY QUEEN SH!T RIGHT HERE EVERYONE ELSE CAN LEAVE

stfu agravaine 'gueniviere'. ST F UP

ok gwen. pop OFF

you KNOW that arthur would've fought agravaine on this. GO GWEN for speaking her mind

oh look at me with anotehr fic rec. sort of, not really. ok but this scene with gwen talking about all the villagers remind of this fic called To Love, Honor, and Piss Off by @thenerdyindividual .

ok so it's basically a fic where basically merlin and arthur have this 'arranged marriage' type thing for 3 years, and merlin is arthur's 'common consort'. what that means is that arthur marries merlin as a show of good faith and to learn more about what it means to be a commoner- merlin giving arthur the tea about commoner life

anywAYS. check that our if you want, but i loved it

stfu 'i feel the pain as much as you' agravaine. hop off my dick

YES. GWEN. PLANT THAT SEED OF DOUBT THAT AGRAVAINE MIGHT NOT BE ALL THAT HE SEEMS. i love gwen :,)

wow when she's intellegent with her speaking so everyone HAS to side with her but also respectful so NO ONE can get mad at her?? i stan. i ACTUALLY stan

santiago is so pretty

the PANIC in his voice. i stan.

HAHA AND MERLIN'S SNARKY 'SHH'

merlin is ready to GO. he's like, sorry for almost dying. that was ill advised of me.

i'm actually soft for any displays of friendship ever. what does that mean about me 💀 KIDDING. anyways..

i love the *swing* *duck* 'yea, not as quick as arthur

sa;kfs;akdfj lancelot insisting that merlin go back to camelot and merlin just nOt

LADS

stop rn. lancelot's face when merlin turns away. i am in pAin. I AM SO SAD OVER LANCELOT. PLS LANCELOT.

this isn't exactly, but morgana's paleness from here on out reminded me of merlin when he was literally DYING.

anyways, that's my note on that

like, yes- i get it- morgana is evil now. but idk should i feel bad for her? she looks so pale and ghasty and just :(

aksfhaskdjfas;ldf morgana

HAHA MORGANA IS SO EDGY IN THIS MOMENT. 'I'D RATHER DROWN IN MY OWN BLOOD THAN SEE THAT DAY' SO DRAMATIC. WHY IS SHE SO EMO/GOTH. LIKE IK I SHOULD BE SCARED FOR WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

stfu don't kill gwen i'll KiLl you

agravaine literally needs to die

stop. i am literally SCREAMING when agravaine is asking gwen to meet him in his chambers. PLS. STOP. STOP STOP STOP. I NEED A WHISLTE. I BITE MY THUMB AT AGRAVAINE. HE NEEDS TO SACK THE HATEFUL MANSION. BETTER YET I'LL BURN HIS MANSION

again, someone tell me why capes are so hot. especially these red ones?? i'm in love with them.

ok see this guy?? he just died with the forst on his face. not merlin?? he started getting better. surly that should've tipped them off that merlin was different

merlin's little head quirk when he does magic. ALSFJASLDFJAS MERLIN. NO ONE SAID YOU WERE USELESS. AND IF THEY DID I WOULD BEAT. THEM. UP. GIVE ME ADDRESS RN.

wow. seriously. i'm gonna attach all the pretty landscape pictures

morgana's like 'i'll cut a b!tch'. ok ik morgana's evil and everything, but morgana flinging that guard against the wall is bad ass

oh this is weird but gwen telling agravaine to 'show courage' but the whole room tinted green? ik this isn't harry potter or anything but idk i thought that was interesting. i'm not abt to go into if i think agravaine is a slytherin or what but still

STOP. GET. YOUR. HANDS. AWAY. FROM. HER. I ACTULALY HATE HIM. SHE'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE. BACK THE FRICK UP AGARAVINE.

morgana :( smh you can't deny that morgana and gwen carried for each other and morgana flinging gwen away is making me sad. don't touch me

asldjfasldasd 'you're never alone' elyan i love you

lancelot and merlins being lads. omg no them talking about gwen

lancelot is SO noble. stop this reminds me of Die for you in secret by @emrysofmagic so much right now. not gonna lie. your fic LITERALLY lives in my head rent free and sometimes i think of it and my heart just HURTS in those last few chapeters. PHYSICALLy. i am in pain. anyways.

stop the trope where it's like "i love them, but i just want them to be happy. it doesn't matter if they're with me or not. i just want them to be happy"

I WAS LITERALLY SCREECHING AS MERLIN WAS CALLING KILGHARRAH i'm not even capping

ok so it's been like a month ish since i've watched merlin bc i was waiting for @//f-f-podcast 's destiny and chicken podcast, so i don't exactly what terms kilgharrah and merlin are at right now

still i think it's very sweet of merlin to bow slightly when kilgharrah looks at him

'the bravest and most noble of them all' 🥺

aw. merlin is really saying good bye right now

ok this scene is weird bc like i said, i don't rlly remember how merlin and kilgharrah are right now but it still makes me sad

asldjfslakdjfasd merlin and kilgharrah are old friends now. that makes me happy but sad at the same time

ok the 'it will be an empty world without you, young warlock' kills me.

obviously, we know that even though they butt heads, kilgharrah and merlin both care about each other

not only is kilgharrah being forced to let merlin go right now, but he's making peace with the fact that he'll be alone

the last dragonlord is planning to die. and kilgharrah is going to be alone again, like he was in that cave.

another thing is that if merlin died rn then we would never have aithusia. i'm kinda going on a tangent now but idk this scene is sad

this forest is so pretty

literally just lancelot's face and lancelot in this whole episode.

that's my note

HAHA GWAINE BURNING IS SOCKS

LADS BEING LADS

I LOVE THEM

omg i always see posts about this.

like merlin and lancelot planned that lancelot was going to walk in first and trick them and THEN merlin walked in

that's so funny to me. they're SO dramatic HAHAH

merlin looks so happy

BRO

ARTHUR

JUST HUG

HIM

PLS

STO

JUST HUG HIM WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

Tell me why they actually look MARRIED here. PLS

🥲🥲 SELF SACRIFICING IDIOTS I LOVE YOU BOTH YOURE BREAKING MY HEART

LADS I LOVE THEM

🤠🤠 arthur wanting Gwen to be happy is KILLING ME. He loves her so much

This is so pretty. Honestly like how

Who let merlin have this many pretty landscapes

HOENSTLY

Lajs;dlkfajd buds in a boat together.

This reminds me of going to amusement parks and there’s always that boat ride

They’re the cutest

Ok so they also have this picture. It’s actually 3 pictures spliced together because the episode pans down and it’s really badly spliced (sorry) but LOOk how pretty that is.

WTF

Omg not me literally copying merlin with his slow mo head flick at the wyverns to make them go away

;sldkfjasdlkjasd leon percival and elyan and my heart.

Ok i’m not even gonna try to lie. They all have my heart

Frick you cailleah

Omg i was like ‘gwaine you dumbass’ jK i love him. Pls don’t come for my neck

Asldjfasldjfka ‘i’m prepared to pay whatever price is necessary’

HAHA CAN YOU NOT. WHAT IS WITH THIS CREEPY ‘COME HITHER’ HAND MOTION MS CAILLEAH

Stopp rn. ‘It’s my density

STOP. I AM HOWLING. LANCELOT

WHY

COME BACK

NO NONO PLS. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME.

stop rn merlin is all alone.

PAN TO ARTHUR WHO IS LITERALLY SURROUNDED BY EVERYONE.

Stop they all look so sad. I’m so sad.

merlin looks like he’s cried

I’m not sure abt arthur with his ‘no man is worth your tears’ type business but still

I am ✨sad✨

I screamed at this picture. I am depressed

Anyways

Gwen’s face is killing me

I’m so sad i don’t even want to write commentaries

Arthur realizing that lancelot only died because he loved gwen

Gwen standing in front of the fire

Aslkdfjasldjfa im so sad

HER STANDING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE ALL ALONE.

I. AM. SO. SAD.

STFU THAT THRONE IS NOT “RIGHTFULLY” YOURS MORGANA

STOP PLS GET AWAY

WHAT IS WITH THIS WEIRD TENSION

PLS DO NOT STAND WITHIN KISSING DISTANCE

IK YOU’RE NOT TECHNICALLY BLOOD RELATED BUT STILL.

PLEASE.

STOP.

I HATE AGRAVAINE

✨we hate agravaine in this house✨

😭😭 not merlin having ANOTHER secret. I’m so sorry bby

Anyways! I’ll be back next week to rant more about the wicked day so I’ll see you then! thanks I love you bye

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years ago

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Summer Vacation (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: When you were young, your mother was killed by some strange force, it was seen as an accident by the police, but your grandmother and yourself thought otherwise. You aren’t close with your father and are often sent home from Gotham back to your grandmother. One day, you get a call, your grandmother thinks she has the answers to your mother’s death

Notes: Okay so I have really weird dreams. Like, this is something you might wanna know about me. Often times, depending on the dream, I might be able to narrow down a plot or something and turn it into a story. The Summer Solstice Museum was a dream so yeah. Needless to say, I have an unhealthily vivid imagination. Also, Ik I make a lot of series, but it’s almost summer time for me so I have time lol. OH, important, if you don’t call your grandmother Mimi, I’m sorry cause it’s what I refer to a grandmother figure in this as since it was in my dream and fit the character well. I basically had this dream and it was a character that I made a while ago but I figured I’d use it here, the reader in place of the character.

Warnings: Mentions of parental death, cursing, crappy dad (no physical or mental abuse he’s just absent and garbage)

Word Count: 1921

You were sitting in school at Gotham Academy the day you got called into the office. It was during History, a subject that you actually kind of liked in school. Damian, your best friend, shot you a look of questioning as you walked out shrugging your shoulders since you had no idea what this was about. It was probably another plan to ship you off to your grandmother’s house this summer. That was something that your father was very likely to do. It sucked not being able to see Damian during this time, but in the words of your father, “It is necessary.”. You walked out of the door with your hall pass and down a flight of stairs before turning left and then stepping into the front office. No one was there but the front desk lady and your father who had his similar look of indifference upon his face.

“Father, why are you here?” You asked as he handed you his phone.

“Your grandmother wanted me to get you to call her. She said that it could not wait until 3:15.” You looked at the clock seeing that it was now 2:55p.m. and school would be out soon.

You took the phone and dialed your grandmother who picked up instantly.

“Mimi, is something wrong?” You asked sitting down in one of the leather chairs that were placed in the lobby.

“Hello Y/N!” Your very peppy grandmother cheered, “How are you sunflower?”

“I’m doing great, school’s about to be out for the week, is everything alright at the farm?” You questioned as you heard the Queen playing in the background. It sounded like she was painting again.

“Oh, everything is... well let’s just say that I’ve found something on your mother, honey.” She paused for a moment thinking as what to say next and the music stopped.

“M-mom?” You asked, your face paling and voice hushing, “What is it?”

“There are mysterious things happening around right now. A strange older house has been spontaneously built up in an abandoned old farm land and my book of spells led me straight to it.” Your grandmother explained, “I know for certain that this has to do with whatever killed her Y/N/N. Finals are next week for you right?” She asked

“Yes, then we have summer.” You answered.

“Good, why don’t you come over and we can solve this entire thing?” Mimi asked giving you a second to think about it.

“Sure. Sure, I’ll see you then.” You smiled some remembering what the farm was like, “Will you just call me if anything changes?”

“Of -course sunflower!” She said, a smile in her voice, “Alright Y/N/N, I love you and will see you next week.”

“I love you too Mimi.” You hung up and went back to class, your father stating that he would wait for you until the bell rang.

Quickly, you made your way back into your class. It was weird walking back in. You saw Damian giving you a different look, rather than questioning, it was some -what of worry. You assumed that he saw the look on your face as you sat down.

“Later.” You mouthed.

The bell rang 10 minutes later and you and Damian headed out of the classroom, trying to beat the rest of the class out before the waves of students hit.

“What was that about Y/N?” He asked.

“My grandmother wants me to come to her farm this summer again. Uh- family matters.” He nodded thinking that this was over your father like it tended to always be over.

“You know you could always come live with me at the manor. Father is ... less than present sometimes like your father, but you would have Brown, Cain, Gordon, and myself as well.” Damian’s eyes lit up when he thought about you coming to live with him at the manor. It was something that he had thought about many times before.

“That would be nice Dames, but I just don’t want to go through all of that until I have to.” You answered thinking of the legal logistics.

“If you’re concerned about legality, we could just kidnap you Y/N.” He said opening up his locker.

“Oh yeah because that’s much better.” You rolled your eyes when he chuckled.

You grabbed what homework you didn’t finish during lunch or your break hour and walked out of the school with Damian for afterschool carpool (pick up). He walked you to your father’s car and gave a darker look upon seeing him. Damian didn’t like that he just left you alone in the massive apartment of yours for so long on “business” and basically acted like you didn’t exist. How could someone do that? You were one of the most amazing and complex people that he had ever met and it was inconceivable that someone would just toss you to the side in such a manner.

“Bye Dames.” You smiled some as he bid you farewell and got into his car when your father drove off.

“So, what was that call about?” Your father asked in a monotone voice.

“Mimi wants me to come to the farm this summer with her.” You saw his face light up some at the mention of this, “I guess you won’t have to worry about me getting in the way of your business trips now even though I could have stayed by myself being 16 and all.”

Your father didn’t reply and in his place was one of your own sighs as you two drove to the apartment complex that housed your penthouse. Your father owned a penthouse in the city after gaining a high position in his company for international business. While he did have business trips, you knew that in reality, all of the free times on those were spent with various women. You figured this out after tracking his phone on an app to the Red- Light District in Amsterdam during one of his “adventures”. This was proving to be a long next few days, and it was only just starting.

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It was Tuesday night, the second night of exams. Damian could tell that something was more than wrong as you sat on his bed with him, papers out studying for your literature and history exams that were happening in the morning.

“Y/N are you alright?” He asked finally seeing your gaze drift to the top of the paper, your eyes setting in like you were starting to zone out in deep thought.

“Y/N.” He said once more snapping you out of your trance.

“Mhmm?” You hummed flipping the paper to a new one.

“What’s the matter with you today?” He asked, “These past few days in fact.”

“Nothing is wrong Damian.” You replied, “I’m just stressed for exams, that’s all.” You looked up, shooting him a fake smile.

“That was one of the fakest smiles I have ever seen in my life L/N.” He scoffed as if you took him for a fool, “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He stopped, his gaze darkening once more, “Your father didn’t-“

You cut him off, “No, Dames, nothing is wrong with my father more than it usually is.” You stopped thinking some, “M-my” It took looking around and lowering your voice to a whisper for you to continue as if something or someone was listening that shouldn’t be, “Mimi saw something on my mom, she thinks that she found something on her.”

“Y/N/N...” He looked at you in sympathy and understanding, using the nickname that he had given you used only in special circumstances.

“It’s fine. I’ve been expecting something like this.” You reasoned more with yourself than him, “I-I love the farm, it’s quiet, peaceful, beautiful, Mimi is there...” You started to tear up some and he grabbed you, wrapping you in his arms, “I don’t know what’s going to happen and it’s just going to be my Mimi and I on a farm in the middle of a new hotspot for this thing that killed my mom and I won’t have anyone. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Y/N/N, you’re going to be okay.” He said softly before pausing, “If you’ll allow it, I can come with you.”

“D-Dami, you can’t. You have Robin and a life here.” You sniffled burying your face into his neck.

You did admit there was a blush creeping onto your face. It was strange being like this, yet it felt so right. You guys weren’t dating, not at all, but you guys were best friends and hardly left each other’s side. You wanted it to be more but didn’t want to mess anything up after seeing your father the way he was when your mother died. You didn’t think he would do that if something happened to you, but you also didn’t think that way of your father but here you were.

“It doesn’t matter. You need someone with you, and I intend to be that person Y/N.” He remarked running his fingers through your hair, his face turning bright red.

“I-I’d have to ask Mimi.” You pulled back and he let go of you, “You really don-“

“I will.” He gave you a determined look as you calmed some and nodded before smiling for real this time once more.

“So, wanna talk Napoleon?” He laughed at your remark flipping through his notes before nodding.

“Whatever you say L/N.”

After your study session, Damian went to tell his father that he would be leaving for the summer. He knew that Bruce wouldn’t be happy about this but also that he couldn’t say no. Bruce knew how close you two were. Plus, if Damian was abandoning his duties to go out to protect and be with someone, he knew it was serious.

You stayed behind, opening up your phone app to call your Mimi. She picked up immediately with a very peppy voice for this time of night.

“Hello sunflower!” She chirped, “How are you?”

“I’m doing good Mimi. I finished my math and science exams this morning and Damian and I are studying for Lit. and history.” You said smiling some.

“Ahhh you and Damian?” You could tell just from her voice that she was smiling at his name.

“Mhmm.” You giggled some like a child blushing, “I told him about what you said, about mom and he told me that he didn’t want to leave me at the farm without him.”

“Well we could always use someone else around here.” Your grandmother said knowing how much he meant to you, “He can 100% come.”

You smiled wanting to squeal in excitement at this response. “Thank you so much Mimi!” “Trust me, you’ll love him.”

“I don’t doubt it one bit. Now you’d better hurry off to bed so you can do well on your tests in the morning.”

“Okay, I love you Mimi.” You said sweetly.

“I love you too Y/N.” She hung up and you saw Damian waiting at the doorway, not wanting to interrupt anything.

“Uh, how long have you been standing there?” You asked seeing a small blush on his cheeks.

“Just came up. So, what did she say?” He asked coming inside and sitting by you.

“She said and I quote, “He can 100% come.”” You laughed doing an imitation of your grandmother as he chuckled, “And Bruce?”

“Father understood and has permitted me to leave Gotham for as long as needed.”

“This is amazing.” You smiled brightly, “You’re going to love the farm.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

I hope you guys liked this one. I’m working on requests once again and I think I’m going to post them on queue because I liked how that worked lol. Anyways, I hope you guys are having a marvelous summer and week and send in any requests if you have them!

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novannna · 4 years ago

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Write Our Story in the Stars

Chapter 3

so for school we did nanowrimo and i actually like the story I wrote so i’m posting it to tumblr :)

This story is about a girl and a princess who grow up together, closer than sisters. The girl wants only to be the princess’s guard so they can stay together forever. When she gets a chance to prove herself worthy to be the princess’s sole protector, she jumps on the oppurtunity. She and the princess leave on a journey to find a stolen treasure. While on the journey, the girl finds out a dark secret about her past….(cliche, ik)

Link to previous chapter here

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The girl made her way back to the princess, thoughts clouding her mind. Countless feelings raged inside her, but one was more vibrant than the rest.

Anger.

Pure, undiluted rage. It filled her up, heating her body and turning her vision red.

But part of her was still trying to make her see the whole story. The king had a country to run, he could not afford to lose a powerful weapon. But he also did not punish the man who had killed her mother. He had denied them asylum. He had sent her to live with a family who hated her, and never spared her another thought until she turned up on their doorstep, dragged in from the cold by their own daughter.

No, the king deserved every inch of her anger. But did the princess?

This was what the girl grappled as she trekked back to the camp, and later as she stared up at the night sky. Did the princess deserve her betrayal. She had no part in any of it. She had only ever helped the girl.

But she also cast her shadow over the girl. It was hard to never see the light. And the princess took it all in. Not intentionally, but she still did. And it hurt like hell.

Maybe the princess should fall. Maybe not.

Or maybe, the girl should burn the whole kingdom down.

Chapter 3

Talia blinked sleepily, and stretched her arms over her head.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Mallory laughed. She wore a wide smile.

“Morning,” she yawned back. “Why are you so cheerful?”

“Today is the day! The day I deliver you to the jewel of Asno, and earn my place at your side.”

“Hm.” Talia rubbed her eyes. “Is that really today?”

“It sure is,” the captain butted in. “The king only learned of its location recently, when a group of merchants reported strange happenings around a mountain. We knew it was hidden somewhere around here, but not where.”

Mallory snarled to herself. But she kept her smile firmly fixed on her face. “So how did the jewel end up all the way over here?”

“About twenty years ago, a couple broke into the royal vault. They stole the jewel and were going to sell it to our kingdoms rivals.”

“And what happened to them?” Mallory pressed.

The captain shifted uncomfortably. “They were sent to prison, and died a few years later.”

Mallory’s vision turned bright red. She felt every part of her body light up. He lied. He had the nerve to sit in front of her, and lie about her parent’s fate. He had no reason to lie, it changed nothing. But he still did.

“Ah,” she said, keeping the quiver of rage out of her voice. “We should get going. The sooner we get there, the better.”

Talia slowly rose. “Sounds good,” she said while rubbing her eyes. “Brr. It’s cold.”

“Is it?” Mallory barely felt anything over the insane temperature inside her.

“So,” Talia turned to the captain. “What does the Jewel do?”

“We don’t know,” he replied.

“How’s that possible?” Mallory asked.

He shrugged. “We’ve never been desperate enough to use it. It’s power is enormous. No one would use it without considering the great destruction it would cause.”

“So what’s the point of getting it if we’ll never use it?”

“It’s better safe in our vaults, then out in the world where anyone could get a hold of it.

Mallory almost scoffed. Safe in their vault. Only a fool would believe that it was safe in the possession of the king. “Why can only a member of the royal family hold it?” she asked instead.

“They are the only people whose blood is strong enough to survive it. Their ancestor carved the jewel from stone themself, and in doing so exposed themselves to the stone's power. It drove them mad, but it was enough to build a resistance to the jewel’s influence.”

Before Mallory could respond, they heard the clattering sound of a horse's hooves.

Mallory reached out, and yanked Talia behind her. She drew her sword and sank into a defensive crouch. The captain did the same. The hoofbeats stopped, and it sounded as if someone jumped to the ground. They waited, barely daring to breath.

A body stepped into their campsite. Mallory charged forwards and swept her leg out, connecting solidly to their knee. They fell down to the ground with an oomph. She tapped her sword against the person’s heart.

“One move and I’ll…” the words died out in her throat. “Aram?” She asked, astonished. The youngest member of the guard sat in front of her, cringing up at her. “WHat the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sent by the king,” he said in a quivering voice. “Asnon is under attack. Monopya is attacking us, and we need your help.”

“We’ll never make it in time,” the captain muttered. “Not all of us.”

“captain, you go back and command our troops. Me and Mal will go on to get the jewel. We’ll bring it back to save our home.” Talia lay her hand on The captain’s arm. “It’s our only chance.”

“But- I can’t leave you…” he started.

Mallory forced a smile onto her face. “I’ll protect her. Don’t worry.”

The captain paused for a moment before nodding. “Fine. Hurry. We don’t have much time.” He looked at his things, then shook his head. “It’ll be better to travel light. If we go with only the bare bones, then we’ll be able to make the journey in three days.” He headed to his horse, and began to untie her.

“Wait!” Talia said. She threw herself into his arms. “Be safe. And save my home.”

The captain straightened and saluted. “I’ll do my best princess.” He jumped onto his horse and led her to the road. “Aram, we don’t have any time to waste!”

“Right!” Aram hurried after him. “Good luck Princess!” He called out.

“You too,” Talia called back to him.

The horses galloped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

“Tal, we need to get to the jewel,” Mallory prompted.

“Right.” Mallory could see a glimmer of tears in her eyes, but Talia walked over to her horse. “We’ll leave right away. My father needs us.”

Mallory held an arm out to the princess. She accepted it, and Mallory lifted her up into her horse’s saddle.

Mallory hopped into her own horse's saddle. “If we leave now, we should get there by noon.”

“Then we have no time to waste.” The Princess jerked the reins and her horse started forwards. Mallory glanced one last time at the camp. She could make the faint outline of the old well through the trees. She bowed her head one last time to the memory, and then continued after the princess.

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They arrived at the mountain after a few hours of riding. The giant black rock stretched up above them, and a huge gaping hole stretched out.

Mallory took in a deep breath and hopped off her horse. She tied it to a nearby tree, and did the same for Talia’s.

“This is it,” Talia breathed. She stared up at the towering cliff, an emotion Mallory couldn’t identify in her eyes.

“Are you scared?” Mallory asked.

“A little,” Talia admitted.

Mallory grabbed her hands. “Hey. We’ll get through this. Together.”

“Promise?” Talia’s wide brown eyes glanced fearfully up at Mallory’s.

And it broke her heart to answer, “I promise.” She pulled Talia tight against her, hugging her for what may be the last time. Their breathing slowed and matched together. “Whatever happens I’ll be with you. I’ll be by your side forever.”

Talia nodded gratefully. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Her soft lips curled into a smile, and she squeezed Mallory’s hands tight. They stood there for a second, leaning into eachother’s warmth. Oh how Mallory would miss this. How she would miss this girl. She could not imagine life without her. But she also wanted a life out of the shadow. And she would not ever forgive her father, and anyone who he loved or loved him.

But Mallory shoved those thoughts out of her mind. She focused only on the pleasantness of this moment. She focused on this girl she loved so much.

Her sister in every way but blood.

And all the dark thoughts were banished to the far corners of her mind where they lay waiting for Mallory to leave Talia’s tight embrace.

And even though she wanted to freeze this moment in time forever, she could not. And it was pointless to drag the pain out.

So she pulled away from her friend.

“No point in wasting time. Let’s go save our home,” she said with a tight smile.

Talia nodded. She took in a deep shuddering breath. “Let’s go.”

She squared her shoulders and faced the cave. She held out her hand to Mallory, and they entered the cave together.

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The darkness seemed to swallow them up. Mallory knelt and lit a dry stick in fire. The weak light showed a split in the rock, each heading down.

“Your journey Mal. Which way?” Talia asked.

Mallory shrugged. “To the left I guess?”

“Left it is.” Talia marched forwards, into the left tunnel.

Mallory shook her head, and followed after her.

“Do you think Asnon is okay?” Talia asked fearfully after ten minutes of walking.

Mallory tried not to groan. Let the country burn to the ground. They all deserved it. “I’m sure they are fine. And we can’t do anything anyways. It’s better to not worry about it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just...what if they are all dead?”

“Talia, you can’t change anything. It’s pointless to worry.” Mallory squeezed her hand reassuredly.

Talia nodded, unconvinced. “So… this is it.”

Mallory groaned. “Talia what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just trying to fill the silence.”

“No. I know you. What’s bothering you?” Mallory asked. “Your dad? Asnon? Monopya?”

Talia shook her head. “None of those. I’m fine.” She continued forward, head high.

Mallory spotted the trap a moment before it was too late.

“Talia!” She screamed, as she lunged forward. She barreled into the princess, knocking her to the floor just as a row of spikes shot out inches above their heads.

Mallory lay breathless on top of Talia, her heart still racing. They both lay there for a second, gasping for air.

“Dont, ever do that again,” Mallory finally breathed out, her short hair brushing against Talia’s lips. She sat up, and sagged backwards. Her heartbeat started to return to its normal rhythm.

Talia nodded shakily. “No problem.”

Mallory examined the spikes. “We’ll need to be careful. Whoever hid the jewel didn’t want anyone to find it. This is just the beginning. It’ll only get worse.”

And it did. It got so much worse. They had a near-death experience every few feet. But Mallory navigated them through it all. She led them through spikes and pits and sudden falls.

And, eventually, they reached the end.

The end of the path ended with a simple narrow doorway.

After everything, it felt a little anticlimactic.

Mallory trailed her hand along the rough rock. She could almost feel the phantom presence of her family watching over her, snarling at the princess.

She was leading the princess to the thing her parents had died to keep hidden. But it did not matter now. It was too late for second guesses.

So she turned to the princess again, waiting for her orders.

“We’re here,” Mallory said, gesturing to the small doorway.

“How can you tell?”

“Can’t you feel it? In the air, in the walls, in my bones. It feels right.”

Talia considered it for a moment. “I guess?”

“You ready?” Mallory asked, already stepping towards the doorway.

“Not really.” Talia still stepped forward. Each step was timid and slow. She was scared. Paralyzed with fear.

But, nevertheless, she stepped through the doorway, and into the room.

And fell to her knees with a small gasp and expression of rapture.

And when Mallory followed, she could tell why.

The jewel pulsed in the center of the room, held up by nothing but air.

It’s aura of power reached out and stuck Mallory in the gut. It didn’t hurt. Just felt powerful.

It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The swirling colors never settled. It was a milky white, with an iridescent sheen, and it seems like faint patches of every color swirled around.

Talia pushed herself to her feet, and held out a hand to Mallory.

Mallory ignored it, and rose to her feet on her own.

Talia sighed and faced Mallory.

“I lied to you,” she said softly. “I am so scared right now.”

“It’s okay. Asnon will get through. No matter what happens.”

“No, no. It’s not that that I'm scared of.” Shame flooded her face. “I should be but, I’m scared for myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just… what the captain said about the jewel, it seemed like holding it might kill me. Or drive me mad. Or have something really bad happen to me. But I have to get it back home.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “What if I die? What if it kills me?”

Mallory’s face softened. “You have no idea what will happen. Don’t jump to conclusions. Besides, you have royal blood. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not worthy enough? What if I’m nothing, and it kills me? What if I lose you forever?” Tears and snot dripped down her face now.

“You're not worthy,” Mallory said simply. “No one is. But, if you asked me, you're the best person I know. And if anyone could survive it, it’d be you.”

Talia nodded and wiped her face off with her hands, smearing grime everywhere. “Thank you Mal.”

“So, princess. Are you ready to save your home?”

“No, but I don’t think I’ll ever be.” She straightened, and pulled her shoulders back. “If for some reason something happens, it wasn’t your fault. You did the best you could, and I don’t want that weight on your shoulders.”

“Talia…” Mallory tried to smile, but she could not make her face cooperate.

Talia tried to smile as well, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I love you so much Mallory. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. You will always be the best friend I can ask for.”

She struggled to inch closer to the jewel. Mallory followed, and winced as wave after wave of pure power crashed into her. She didn’t understand how her parents had carried it all the way here. It rang in her head, making her dizzy, but she still struggled after the princess.

“Almost there,” Talia grunted. She was indeed only a few feet from the jewel. Mallory called out, “wait tal. Don’t go on your own.” She panted, and then jogged forwards, head bowed against the rising pressure. “I… have to.. Take care of... you.” She gasped.

Talia didn’t say anything, but she did stop. She held her hand out for Mallory, and Mallory clutched it quickly. She hauled herself forward.

They both stood there gasping for breath.

“We’ll be able to get there together easier,” Mallory said.

“Together then?” Talia held out her hand.

Mallory hesitated, then slipped her own hand into it. “Together.”

The two of them stepped together, legs moving in sync. They slowly made progress, until they stood in front of the pulsating jewel.

“This is it.” Talia stood tall, nothing but power in her stance. But her eyes betrayed how she was feeling.

“This is it,” Mallory echoed.

The pure energy from the jewel was even worse now. It felt like it was burying Mallory into the ground. But she refused to relent. She was the only one in charge of her body, and she would not let some stone defeat it.

“I don’t think I can handle it. I can barely stand next to it, let alone hold it.”

“You have to.”

“I know.” Talia glanced fearfully at Mallory, then cupped her hands together. “So this is the end.”

“Me and you.”

“You and me.”

“Together till the end.” Mallory smiled tightly.

Talia placed her small cupped hands underneath the stone.

It was all it took.

A wave of pure energy exploded from the stone. It washed over them, bathing them in the power. They struggled to stay upright. It went as quickly as it came.

And the stone dropped.

Right into Talia’s waiting hands.

No.

Not Talia’s.

Mallory did not even realize she was moving as she watched the jewel drop.

Her body moved on its own accord.

She snatched the jewel out of the air.

Right before it hit Talia’s fingers.

And Mallory smiled as she felt the warm stone in her hand.

And then… she fell apart.

#write our story in the stars #my ocs #talia #mallory #im sorry for the cliffhanger

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penny4mysentiments · 5 years ago

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My currentThoughts

First off, let’s get something straight, this isn’t for anyone, but me, a friend told me I should start writing what I feel down, so let’s have at it! Hey, for anyone dumb enough to read this, my names Tony, I don’t know how often I’ll do these, because and can never do anything for more than a week, but let’s try it out.I started doing these because it’s my last resort, this is my plea to the universe or whatever/whoever is watching me (probably laughing her ass off). I really wanna stand before you, and tell you I’m strong, but guess what bitch, I’m fucking not, I’m falling apart as each second ticks by. And it’s been like this for as long as I can remember, I just can’t anymore, it hurts me to say that today was my breaking point, today I realized that shits a lottt worse than I ever imagined, I’m not gonna go into details exactly what happened, because I’m still processing it, but at least I finally remembered what happened during it, every god damn detail, and it fucking hurts me to say, it pushed me over the edge, the only reason I’m not Lieing dead on my bathroom floor right now is my best friend, and soon I worry even she will fade, leaving me all by myself, at 3 am in the morning saying my goodbyes to the world and everyone who has ever hurt me, or even been nice to me, yes Ik it’s sad, but at the bottom of my heart Ik that the only person who would give a single fuck about it is my Bestfriend (honestly I hate using that word because to me it means nothing, I would better decribe our relationship with her a mother-son relationship)

To my best friend:

I told you a couple of days ago that I need to explain some stuff to you, well here you go: When I told you that I would show you how much you mean to me I was talking about what happened a couple of months ago. I don’t remember everything because I try not to think about it, because I have PTSD from it but all I remember is having a knife in my hand, sitting in the bathtub sobbing my eyes out, trying to say my last goodbye to the world, my plan you ask? Well not to be crude or anything, but my plan was to end it right then and there (honestly thinking back on it maybe I should have done it, then and there. Maybe, get it over with). As I squeezed the knife tightly around my hand, putting it up to my throat, ready to slit it at any second, you text me, and at that moment, it was like the Tinyest sliver of hope washed up against my brain, like the waves of the ocean. As I calmed myself down to try to text back, you sent me a message that read as follows “hey, wyd, hows your day” obv it was in a different language but that’s not the point here, my point is that you are the reason I’m still taking breaths. And yes, maybe that doesn’t mean anything to anyone,but I took it as a sign that maybe you wanted me to live, maybe there is a person who gives a fuck about how I feel and what I want in life. As much as I want this to be a cliché “you saved me story”, which I mean it is. Today I told you that you know about 70-80% of what goes on in my mind, I told you that you know know the other 20-30% because “I don’t have all my walls down yet”, which to a certin extent is true, but the main reason is, that you don’t listen! I love you, more than anyone else in this god forsaken would, but you don’t listen, I’ve tried sooo many times to tell you exactly how I feel, and I’ve tried to tell you about all the times I tried to end it, here in Bulgaria (which are a lot lore than you think, each time being stopped my either you, or even your brother (yes I’m shocking!) but every time I try I either get interrupted or something else happens that is out of your control. Today was one of the hardest days I’ve ever had to go through, and honestly I just wanna die, I just wanna end it all, I’m fucking done with this life and it’s bullshit, I’m no good at anything, ugly, stupid (want me to prove it to you, just open my shkolo). Like literally, I can’t do one thing right, for gods sake, I can’t even kill myself right, at least for now. You know what goes on with my mom and dad, and everyone around me, and when u send me the passage that said that the we are quarantined until the 14 or 15 of April (honestly I don’t care, I prob won’t live through then) I said “this is really bad.” You know why, because that’s the moment I realized that, by the end of this carona break, I’ll either be dead, or so depressed that I just won’t even be myself anymore. If the first option occurs, just know that you had nothing to do with it, I blame it on no one, I blame myself, I guess I’m not as strong as this world wants me to be, this doesn’t mean that you don’t matter, because you are the only thing that matters right now. Just know that I wasn’t good enough for this wourld.

To her brother:

Hey, I know we don’t talk that much, and I know you probably don’t care about me at all, but let me just say this, u meant sooo much to me. Both of us know that I like you, there’s no need to beat around the bush, and it’s fine that you don’t like me back, I think I’ve accepted that. I know that you don’t like to share that much with me, which is completely understandable because we don’t know each other that well, but one single piece of advice I would like to give you is this: You are the master of your own universe, sometimes it gonna seem that you have no control over the situation, guess what, your fucking wrong, u always do, by the way you react to the situation. I know right know it seems maybe hopeless, but in the future you and your sister will shine brighter than the North Star, I just wish I was strong enough to see it. Remember as long as I’m here I’m here for anything u want to talk about. I know you probably think that I’m this bad person or something, and honestly maybe your right, if I am, use my as an example of what not to do.

Honestly idk if this helped at all, but at least I got out what I need to say. I don’t know if I’m gonna send this to the people specified in the above clauses, but if I just so happen to actually pull the nerve up to send it, please don’t judge me, I’m me and All my life I’ve gone through the toughest of shit, I wouldn’t be doing this, if it wasn’t my final option. I love you all, and remember, if you can’t love yourself, how in the helll you gonna love somebody else, can I get a Amen up in here? 💋

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Boxer!Shawn (Part 2)

Part 1 // Part 3

The sunlight beamed through your curtains and created a soft glow around your room that eventually pulled you from your deep slumber. Your eyes peeled open, blinking away the traces of sleep as you take in your surroundings. You noticed the blood stained tissues that laid inside your small trash bin, which gave you flash backs from the events that occured last night. Holy shit, that was real? Shawn Mendes was really in your room, sitting on your bed? You remembered how vulnerable he looked beneath you, something that he was clearly not used to. He was always superior, always winning. To succumb to someone and allow them to take care of him just wasn’t in his nature. He was used to being on his own and taking care of himself.

Your thoughts were interrupted my the sound of keys jingling by the door before Emma walked in with her boyfriend, Brian. Brian and Emma have been dating for roughly two months, but you could tell that they were already madly in love with each other just by the way they looked at each other. You really liked Brian, he was the definition of a nice guy, and he genuinely liked Emma for who she is. He volunteers at the animal shelter, gets good grades, and is a proper gentleman towards Emma. He made Emma happy, which also made you happy for her.

“Is it true?” Emma urged, excitedly jumping onto your bed, “Did you bring Shawn back to our room last night?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Where did you hear that?”

“So it is true! Sophie from my economics class told me she saw you two walking in here together,” Emma said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You let out a frustrated groan before shoving your face into your pillow. Of course girls were already starting to talk, it was Shawn that you were with after all. Great.

“Wait, Shawn as in my roomate Shawn?” Brian intervened from the other side of the room. One of your eyes peaked out from under your pillow. “Shawn is your roomate?” You and Emma said in unison, with an equal amount of surprise. “How did I not know this?!” Emma exclaimed. “Babe, what do you mean? I told you my roomate was Shawn! Besides, he’s never home when you come over,” Brian retaliated. “I thought you meant Shawn Henderson, not Shawn Mendes,” Emma replied. We were all collectively hit with realization at the same time, muttering an “Oooooh, that makes sense,” before Emma spoke up again.

“So?! Are you gonna tell me everything that happened?” You rolled your eyes and hopped out of bed to get ready for class. “Nothing happened, I just helped him clean his wound. That’s all,” you said, not sure if you were saying it to convince Emma or to convince yourself. Luckily, she dropped the subject at that and allowed you to leave for your biology class that was starting soon.

Your eyes were glued to the entrance door, nervously awaiting for Shawn’s arrival. You didn’t know why you felt this way, he’s never had this kind of effect on you before. The professor started the lecture, but you still caught yourself glancing to the door every now and then, hoping he would come bursting in. Before you knew it, class ended and there was still no sign of Shawn in sight. Just last night, he said he was gonna see you tomorrow. He never did. In fact, you didn’t see him at all for the next two days and you were starting to wonder if he was avoiding you. You debated on storming to his shared apartment with Brian and demanding answers, but decided against it. He’ll come to you when he was ready, and you were willing to wait.

The next time that you saw him in class, his wound shrunk in half and he acted like that night didn’t even happen. Maybe you were just over analyzing everything and that night really did mean nothing, so you brushed it off and went about your life. Once class ended, you walked up to him to ask, “Library at 6 tonight?”

He smirked, slinging his bag over his shoulder before replying, “Of course, honey.” He walked away before you could say anything. You scoffed at that damn nick name that made you weak in the knees, but you were kinda happy to see that he was okay and back to his old self.

You pushed open the doors to the library on campus, walking in and finding a seat in the back of the room. Shawn was late, as per usual. He strolled in 10 minutes later with his head held up high. He made eye contact with you and began walking towards your designated study desk. On the way there, he had to have winked at at least two different girls, earning an eye roll from you. “Hey,” he stated, taking his backpack off and sitting on the chair in front of you. “You look good today.” he stated as he leaned back in his chair, arms stretching as he entwined his hands on the back of his head. The position he was in perfectly displayed his ripped muscles. You scoffed,”Is that what you say to every girl?”

He smiled smugly at your snarky response, enjoying the annoyed reactions you always gave him. It was refreshing and humbling to him to have a girl not swoon at his every word once in awhile. “Only the really cute ones,” He replied with a wink while watching your face become a bright shade of pink.

A whole hour flied by and you were actually impressed by the amount of work you two finished and how he held back from flirting with you the entire time. “Alright, lets call it a day,” you said tiredly as you packed up your stuff. He nodded and followed your actions, putting his laptop into his backpack. You turned around to walk towards your room and the bed that you so desperately wanted to be sleeping in right now, when you felt a large hand grasp on to your wrist. You looked down to see Shawn’s hand and admired his beautiful bird tattoo. “Can I have your number, baby?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously and being cautious of what his intentions were. He noticed your uneasy reaction and quickly followed up on his question, “‘s just for the project, darling.” You nodded in agreement and typed your number into his phone. As you handed him his phone back, you could’ve sworn you almost saw him smile genuinely. Not a smirk, not a smug smile full of mischief, but a genuine smile. However, that smile only lasted for a fraction of a second, his facial expression quickly going back to the hard stern that he always wore. He mumbled a thanks before exiting the library.

Exchanging numbers eventually led to more texts and more talking and more library sessions. This allowed you to get to know him better, sorta. You gave more than you received. Shawn knew lots about you, whereas you could barely pry open Shawn enough to know his favorite color. You respected this, you knew of his reputation of not letting anyone close to him. But you couldn’t help yourself wanting to know more about him, wanting to spend more time with him. You were attracted to his mysterious characteristics. It was the last week before your big project was due, and you were slightly sad because that meant you didn’t have an excuse to see Shawn every other day, but you tried not to think about it because you were in denial. You weren’t catching feelings. You weren’t getting overly attached. You guys are friends. Just friends.

Before going to bed, you texted him to confirm the next library session date to finish up the project.

To: Shawn

Same time tomorrow?

From: Shawn

Sorry, honey. Not tomorrow.

The dryness in his text was upsetting, but not surprising. You thought nothing of it, dozing off and falling asleep in bed. Little did you know, the reason he wasn’t available to properly text you back was because he was training for a boxing match against Drake Henderson tomorrow.

A/N: hi this is kinda short but i wanted to leave if on somewhat of a cliffhanger bc its leading up to something!! ik the story feels kinda slow but dw things will start actually happening soon HAHA ty for reading and ty for the feedback!! i def didnt expect this many notes on these imagines haha

#shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #boxer!shawn #shawn mendes au #boxer!au #shawn mendes au imagine #ashwarren32 #@ashwarren32 #@rishlo #rishlo #@nervouscafe #nervouscafe

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taotrooper · 6 years ago

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Everlasting Flower: The Library 3 (end)

Everlasting Flower (masterpost, tag, AO3 series) is an AU in which Ouryuu allowed Zeno’s blood to give Kaya a kind of immortality.

→ Part 1 → Part 2 → Bonus chapter → Link to AO3

Chapter summary: After some bonding with Yoon, it's time to say goodbye to the city of books.

Yoon found Kaya at the attic they used as bedroom, sitting at the desk and humming a song. She squished and ground the leaves of a plant into the walls of a wooden mortar with the cadence of the song she sang. Yoon couldn't understand the lyrics, but the melody was similar to a folk song from the Fire Tribe he knew from childhood. He wondered if she was humming an original version in words long forgotten by even their ancestors.

He waited next to her. As a fellow herbalist, he sure didn't like to be interrupted while he was working on medicine. He wasn't going to do something as unpleasant to her.

Eventually, she put down the pestle and stretched her arms behind her head.

"Hey, Kaya?" Yoon said.

"Eeeeeeek!!"

She jumped and took the chair with her. After glancing at the source of the call, she exhaled with a grimace.

"You scared me, Yoon... How long have you been there?"

"Like five minutes." He cocked his eyebrow. "Couldn't you feel my presence behind you like Zeno does?"

"Geez, no. I'm not like him, I normally can't tell those things. I have no sixth sense, I'm normal." Yoon bit his tongue. He knew what she meant to say, but that wasn't the right adjective to use. She grabbed the chair from the floor and put it back against the table. "What can I do for you?"

"I finished it." He held the book in his arms towards her. I was wondering if I could..."

"Go grab the one you want, yes!" she beamed. "You don't have to ask me."

"Thank you very much," he nodded and ran to the shelves to put back the book he had read. Yoon had already considered his options beforehand, so he only had to find the title he had chosen already, written on the spine of a blue one.

"Can I see?" Kaya asked, with a curious look in his eyes. Yoon raised it up. She seemed to think about it for a bit.

"Oh, that one's really, really outdated," she sighed and walked towards the shelf. "There's this horrible side effect to one of the recipes that was discovered later, so please don't read it. Here." She took a different volume and offered it to Yoon. "It has another title and I used a different pen name, but it's pretty much like a newer edition of that one. It's good. Except for the last chapter; there are way better techniques today."

"Wait, whoa," he gasped as he grabbed the book. "You're the author of these?"

"Uh, yeah," she blushed. "These are mine. From my notes over the centuries. I also have some diaries about geography and history and personal stuff I don't want to forget, but most of my published books are medical textbooks."

"That's so cool!" Yoon said with fervor. It had been a dream of his to write a book one day.

"I... I figured... uh... more people need that knowledge to pass down through generations. It can reach more patients if you teach others, rather than just tending everyone yourself."

Yoon skimmed through the pages. It was a rather old book, at least fifty years old or more. The pages were quite yellow. So impressive! He couldn't help but admire Kaya even more.

"Is it hard? Writing a book?"

"Actually, yeah!" she laughed. "I'm not a genius so it takes me ages to get anything done. You need to do two difficult things." She raised her index and middle fingers. "First, you need to research and learn, so you know what you're going to write about and how to say it, and it has to be current, real facts. Second, you need motivation to want to sit down and write. And most times, having both at the same time isn't going to happen. Not to mention the time."

"You have all the time in the world, though."

"I do but I also do other things, like to travel with Zeno or tend people or sometimes do other jobs that aren't healer-related. Sometimes we don't have ink or paper with us either! So I take it easy and wait for my books to become pretty obsolete before starting anew."

The ink and paper was a problem Yoon knew well. He also realized that her rest stops at the library were likely with the purpose of authoring books and filling up her diaries, rather than actual vacations.

After all, caring for patients... In Kaya's condition, it would be insane to do that all the time. Yoon had been thinking about it, ever since she had revealed her story to them. It bothered him and concerned him a lot. He sat on Zeno and Kaya's bed, crestfallen.

"I don't understand how you do it..." he whispered.

"Well, I carry notebooks with me for when I discover new stuff. Then I use what I've written in other books and update it with my notes."

"No..." He closed his fingers against the book cover and pressed it. "How you can be a healer while being immortal. Doesn't it... dunno, break your heart? Knowing you're outliving everyone? That no matter how long you live... some people will still die on you?"

He had treated sick and wounded people he was unable to save. He couldn't even imagine how many people Kaya had met and failed to save. Had she gotten used to it? Was she desensitized? Did she still see them as important souls to help at all costs like Yoon, or were they akin to tiny birds with broken wings to her, nearly a goddess among mortals after living for so long?

And in a more personal sense... Three faces flashed in Yoon's mind. He knew the dragons would die soon. Lately, he had realized how much worse it must have been for Zeno, finally having brothers again to then losing them too soon. So he could, sometimes when the journey was arduous, feel the weight of dread in his chest that he usually tried to bury deep within and forget. He knew the fear of outliving, even if in a lesser scale than those two.

He felt the bed bouncing down. Kaya had sat next to him. When Yoon looked up, the youth and spark was gone from her dark eyes. He saw a sorrow most ancient in her stare, he saw her real age for once.

"...Constantly, yeah," she finally said. "Even after all these years I cry sometimes, when it's too unfair. It's never easy and it'll never get easier."

"Then why? Why haven't you quit?"

"Hmmmm." She clutched the hem of her kimono. "The same reason you haven't quit, I guess. It's just the right thing to do. In fact... I think it's better for them that I do care that much. Doctors and nurses should keep their heart, don't you think? Even if it hurt us."

Yoon said nothing, but he knew what she was saying. She looked ahead, through the window. Her voice turned softer and kinder.

"At some point, I asked myself: What's the use of living forever without a purpose, if you don't give back to the world? Even if it's short term, life has a meaning. If I can heal or save someone, I'm really glad! But staying with the others is just as important. You know, hundreds die alone because no one will treat them." Yoon knew. Kaya's voice broke. "I could have died alone myself at seventeen. It's so, so scary! Even if you prepare yourself, it crushes you. That's why I don't want people to leave this world on their own. Even if all I can do is giving some solace and hold their hands until it's time? I'm willing. Even if I'll mourn them and sob for days, I'll get better, I'm not alone. That's why it's okay. That's why I still help."

She looked at Yoon and moved a thumb to wipe a tear from his cheek. He hadn't noticed he had started crying. Kaya then put her arms around him. While she didn't cover much of him, being the same size roughly, her hug felt warm and cozy. Her hands, which smelled vaguely like the fresh herbs she had been grinding, moved to caress Yoon's hair. He embraced back firmly, unsure if she was comforting him or if she was looking for comfort from him. It was probably both, he concluded.

"Keep it, Yoon," she murmured after a long silence, still hugging him. "Keep that big heart inside your chest, never lose that humanity. I've met so many geniuses in this field who lose themselves and stop caring about people. But you mustn't. I mustn't. Even if it tears you apart, please keep it."

"You better believe I will," he grumbled with gritted tears, restraining a sniffle. He felt a kiss on his temple. After his journey with Yona and the others, after seeing and fighting against so much poverty, how else would it be?

And she was right. He wasn't alone. He had everyone and even Ik-soo back home. Thinking about the future was just unnecessary pain. They lived now and that's what mattered.

"Oh? Can Zeno join the hug?"

They looked at the threshold: Zeno had just entered the room. That day he had his hair braided. Yoon had thought that morning that Kaya was making up for their time apart in creative ways. The boy unhanded Kaya but before he could say no to the offer, a dragon had coiled around his body. He could hear the girl —the woman—'s giggles as he resigned to his fate.

"Zeno, Zeno! Yoon is so kind and considerate and cute! The cutest of them!" Kaya chirped.

"Yep!"

"Zeno, Zeno! Say, can we adopt him? I really want to adopt him!"

"What the hell?" Yoon cried, annoyance written on his face.

To his surprise, Zeno let him go and stood in front of his wife with a serious expression.

"No, Kaya. That's out of the question."

"I know. But..."

"He's your mother-in-law, Kaya! It makes no sense to adopt my mom!"

It was Yoon's turn to get up, anger piling up, while the other two were snorting.

"I'm neither your mother or your son, you eternal seventeen year-olds!!" he yelled.

"Eternal eighteen year-old," Kaya corrected with a grin.

"Argh!" He grabbed the book and walked towards the door. Before he could leave, he heard Kaya's voice.

"Being your mom was a joke but... Please do think of me as an older sister, okay? These adults keep forgetting you're younger, this one here included, and they should be the ones nurturing you just as much as you nurture them."

Zeno mumbled some excuse Yoon couldn't hear, but he stopped when Yoon turned to look at Kaya. Ever since Ik-soo took him with him, no one else had been so conscious about his needs.

"I... I appreciate it," he blushed lightly. "I think I'll do that."

He left immediately, embarrassed, before Zeno or her said something stupid again. After that conversation and learning so much about Kaya, having her in his strange family of sorts was an honor.

******

"Okay, you can open them up whenever you want!" Kaya said after handing out the last package. She was bouncing on her heels while everyone opened their gifts.

The first one was Kija, perhaps because of his large hand. He stared at the wooden figurine and the bottle with confusion.

"What is this?"

"The bottle is home-made bug repellent. It smells a bit weird so I added some flower scent so... now it smells like a weird bouquet instead, sorry. But it should keep mosquitoes and crawlies away! The other one..." She smiled as she looked at the vaguely dragon-shape statue. "To be honest, it's a present I got but I think you should have it. You see, it was given to me by ancestors of yours, long ago. It's time it returns to the hands of Hakuryuu Village."

Kija looked like he was going to cry.

"Kaya... Thank you very much for sharing this piece of our history with me. It's an honor. May I ask what it's for?"

Kaya-chan, I can't believe you and Lord Ouryuu still haven't had children! Here, have this fertility charm. My sister carved one and prayed to it before her wedding night, and they've had four bundles of joy so far! You have to continue the lineage of the Ouryuu as his wife, so please take it with you so you can be blessed and fulfill your duty.

"F-For good luck," Kaya lied without losing her smile. She didn't have the guts to throw it away, because she considered Guen's family as her own, so she took it as a souvenir instead. Not like it mattered since Ouryuu's blood made it impossible for her to get pregnant, but those ladies were too exhausting to argue against. "Oh! And I'm teaching Yoon my plum sauce recipe so that should be a present for you in a way."

"Ooooh, what a pretty comb!" Yona said with sparkles in her purple eyes. It was lacquered black and had tiny colorful flowers painted on its design.

"That kind of comb has big teeth with large gaps too, so it should be great for your curls. I have one to do Zeno's hair and it's amazing for unruly sorts. Ah, the other present is medicine for..." She made a pause and lowered her voice. "They're special painkillers. For cramps." Yona understood immediately and reached for Kaya for a hug. She returned the gesture.

"Thank you! They're both so useful!"

"A sharpening stone and..." Hak opened his eyes wide. "No way, is that a bottle of Fuuga Galebrew?"

"Saw it at the marketplace and I figured you haven't tried it in ages."

"Wow, thanks!"

"Not fair, I want to try that sake as well," Jae-ha sighed.

"Well, I guess I could give you one glass, Droopy Eyes."

"Yessss." Jae-ha's grin faltered once he saw his present. "A fan? Well, it's beautiful but I don't think I get it, Kaya-chan."

A smiling face and a wink came to Kaya's mind, long gone and a bit blurry but still alive in her heart.

"Some time ago, Zeno and I traveled with this girl for a few years. She was like a sister to me. You remind me of her sometimes and I think she would've liked you a lot, Jae-ha. I know you have your own fighting style but that fan was her weapon. Maybe you could find it a good use one day?"

"Oh, I see." Jae-ha touched the edge of the fan. It drew a drop of blood he sucked immediately. "Not bad, actually. I can't refuse the will of a young lady so I'll take it." He then turned to the booklet with interest. "Are these music sheets?"

"Yup! Should be handy for your traveling artist shows. Besides, I want to hear you play."

"But of course!" Kaya felt relief when she saw him smile. She didn't know Jae-ha that well, so she had feared he wouldn't like his gifts. She looked at Shin-ah, who was observing and touching his new soft scarf.

"I heard you're cold sensitive and I saw this pretty sky blue fabric. It's still a long way for winter, but for trips to mountains they're nice to have."

He nodded.

"And two bags of pistachios, one for you and one for Ao. Since they don't grow in Kouka, I figured you haven't tried them yet?"

He shook his head. She moved to him to pet his hair.

"I hope you like them, then!"

"Thanks, Kaya..."

"I can't accept this, Kaya," Yoon said as he pushed his package against her.

"Why?"

"I should've suspected you were up to something when you asked me what books I had liked the most yesterday. But this one is yours! And the other is from the library!"

She laughed but her hands remained behind her back.

"We have copies for both in the second building. Don't worry about it and accept them! Or if you want a different book you couldn't read yet, we can check if there's a copy of that one instead."

"There's... There's really no problem? Just like that? Are the librarians fine with it?"

"As long as there's at least one copy left they can remake again, they won't mind because it's me asking."

He looked torn, but the power of free books won.

"...I have enough notes for this one, so I want to check out this world atlas I saw," he said. "After we pack our bags, though."

"Sure thing. You guys take your time."

"Doesn't Zeno get presents...?" Shin-ah asked after munching a pistachio.

"Zeno got new robes," Zeno grinned, laying in bed on his belly and chin cupped inside his hands. "Also, just being with Kaya for a few days is my present."

"Smooth," Jae-ha teased.

"Ah, is it okay if we pass by Ryusui first?" Kaya asked. "They have a really nice marketplace and I want some supplies that are cheaper there."

"Sure! It sounds like fun," Yona smiled.

"It's a gorgeous town. We'll have lots of fun seeing the stands there," Kaya nodded.

"Its settled," Yoon said. "Let's hurry and pack now, rare beasts. I still have to check the books."

"Yeeeeeees!"

Kaya was sure it was going to be a lovely trip.

Notes:

Well, here it is, the last part. I want to thank you guys for your patience. I've been building up to this chapter since even before I finished the main fic, especially the "you can't adopt your mother-in-law!" joke. So here it is and I hope you've liked this miniseries. I don't know if it met your expectations but that's how I envisioned the way they'd meet Kaya and how they'd get along with her. There's a lot of stuff to explore in their dynamics, so feel free to leave drabble requests for interactions or even just unrelated-to-HHB Everlasting Flower prompts if you want, either here or on my Twitter (username is the same everywhere, taotrooper) or AO3 comments. I have no idea if I'll be able to get inspired or fulfill them, but I'll be taking notes and we'll see.

The timeline for The Library is between the Lushing Forest arc and the Sei arc. They're still stopping by the same marketplace so the canon events (meeting Ayura and Tetora, Yona buying the lapis lazuli for Hak) should still happen despite Zeno not needing a new outfit anymore.

I hope you enjoy!

#akatsuki no yona #kaya #yoon #ouryuu zeno #happy hungry bunch #everlasting flower #$fanfic

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comphetforreal · 3 years ago

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okay gonna do the WHOLE march tc challenge in one go lets go boys

R will be in red, M in blue and T in yellow, general stuff in purple

1 - if you could change one thing about your tc, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

i wish R was kinder ngl, as much as i like to go ooooo hot sexy dominant man, hes kind of like an genuinely scary rude teacher sometimes, i wish he was just Kind Of Strict, he doesnt actually teach me but i hear if youre good and actually try in his class hes nice to you, the other day my actual crush/best friend (like My Age dw) asked him about isomers coz they want to take chemistry a level and he acc got excited and told them abt it :( /pos

I WISH M WAS MY FCUKING TEACHER, bit late now considering its year 11 and i am NOT doing chem a level, ugh hes just so nice i love him sm

with T ngl like i wish she was more considerate about trans stuff, okay so no like, shes not a bad person, just a few times she’s made comments that are, a bit uncomfy like she was like oh i dont get how someone can be a man and a woman which i get coz shes like 40 smth years old but lol </3 we ignoring

2 - are they "your type", or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

T is a milf so- /j

as in im not sure, i dont rlly have a Type, so idk for any of them tbh

3 - if they were an ice cream flavor, what would it be?

R - peanut butter ??? is that even a flavour idk

M - Vanilla.

T - salted caramel or like pineapple/mango

4 - imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. what would you guys do?

i like to fantasise about T like helping me with spanish and being rlly happy at my interest in the language and how good i am at it, but that sounds like a really sad way to spend your weekend,

hmmm, like if we could do anything? ngl it would be so nice just to sit and chat with her, maybe go to a cafe, go on a walk, smth cute like that

for R idk, honestly again just talking, a walk, going to a cafe, maybe going to a shop? just looking at stuff, just the simple things really

for M, im imagining going for a ride in his car, like windows down, the suns setting, music playing, wind blowing our hair about, and again, ik im boring but, just talking about anything and everything yk

5 - what's their biggest talent?

as in T is bilingual which i think is amazing but tbh she IS a spanish teacher, she is spanish but learnt english as her second language, she’s also rlly funny i love her :)))

6 - be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

me and T FUCK YEAH

me and M would just be like father and his awkward son we wouldn’t even BE a couple

me and R would be like old couple that argue all the time but at the same time hes very hot, idk i cannot imagine him as anything else than Hot Teacher Man

7 - if they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

since none of my feelings are romantic it isn’t as bad here, if T knew about my weird emotional attachment to her she would just be like aww then move on w her life tbh

M again might think it a bit weird i’m so attached to him since weve spoken ONCE but overall would just be like aww cool ig and move on

R would just be disturbed and confused as to why this random lesbian he’s never spoken to has decided he as a man is hot

8 - are they a good singer?

i have never heard any of them sing but i think T would be decent enough to like do some karaoke for fun or sing along to some songs

help i feel like M is kinda bad, yk when someone has one of those voices where you just Feel like they cannot sing

R’s voice is rlly deep so i think he’d be able to sing super low and it would be Sexy

9 - if you could choose an outfit that your tc had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

T has this one rlly nice dress that’s like a white shirt on the top and a long navy blue skirt, i think smth like that

M literally wears a white shirt with dark blue trousers and tie EVERY SINGLE DAY i guess id choose that, id want it to be what my tcs would be comfortable in

R would look rlly hot in a hoodie and jeans ngl, i think we in the tcc have agreed that teachers in casual clothes is somehow hot

10 - are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? what about you?

M is defo academic, on his linkedin that me and my friends found he was saying how he has such a love of learning and loves to know new things 😭😭 /pos

11 - do they inspire you as a person?

no bcos fr T inspires me to like, not be a spanish teacher, coz id rather die than be a teacher, but i’d love to be a tutor and help people with spanish, also as a person she is super funny and kind and it’d be so cool to be like her, and also i want to be fluent in spanish too, not necessarily bcos of her but she’s like a reminder to keep working at it

M kind of inspires me too, in the way that he has such a love of learning and genuinely loves teaching which is amazing and also he is a very kind person from what i know like he always helps students outside of class if they need, whenever the school does charity events he always donates and encourages us to as well if we can, and tbh he’s rlly polite like he always holds the door open for ppl and overall has such a nice approachable vibe, tbh i think i have never met a Man who is a genuine nice person before so i’m a bit in shock /hyp

12 - are they an early riser or a night owl?

OMGGG M once said he always gets up early and prefers to do stuff before work coz that’s when he works best

i dont acc know about R but he definitely SEEMS like a night owl

13 - have you ever made each other angry or upset? if so, how did you reconcile?

no actually, but ngl in my first lesson with R, it wasn’t an actual lesson, he was covering my english lesson for some reason ??? but he shouted at some younger years who had to come in to get smth and i nearly had a panic attack coz i was so scared of him !!!! 😁 /s

tbh i don’t think he was actually that scary but i was already upset and in a bad place mentally that day so i think him shouting rlly loud set me off coz like i was literally shaking and i was writing out my notes 😭😭

14 - do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously?

yes i imitate T so muchhh, the way she like gestures and stuff i always do

15 - what do you think their love language is? what's yours?

with T she definitely seems like a Quality Time kind of person

I think M is acts of service or quality time

R would be acts of service, tbh i don’t rlly know what mine is so 💀

16 - have they taught you anything that isn't school related? valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc?

M has honestly just given me hope that not all cis men are horrible people /hj

17 - what would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

be like seriously bigoted, either that or relentlessly give me or my friends sanctions for nothing

18 - are they introverted or extroverted? what about you?

T is definitely extroverted

I think M seems extroverted but in reality is an introvert, either that or hes an ambivert, like yk in the middle

R is an introvert for sure

19 - who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

me. i talk so much. it is embarrassing.

not to my tcs but just in general 🙁

i feel like M would talk for ages tho like rambling about stuff

R maybe as well if it was like explaining smth to me

20 - do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?

with T not rlly, it’s just im a bit emotionally attached but don’t feel Bad

same w M really it’s just i think he’s rlly cool

with R i feel SO BAD that ive made this poor man, who’s never interacted with me in his life, my personal victim of my comphet 🙁🙁 ik i cant help my feelings rlly but still

21 - are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

with T kinda yeah, like i wanna be her favourite ;-;

i kinda am already tbh but ygm?

22 - what kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in?

i like T in all hairstyles but i rlly love when she does half up half down or in a bun but also when her hair is down, tbh her hair looks so good all the time aaaaa shes so pretty

23 - do you think they trust you?

idk, as in, i think T trusts me in the way that, if she left the classroom i wouldnt cause havoc and misbehave, and she knows im not gonna cheat or slack off, and id only be like not trying if i was horribly depressed, but she wouldnt tell her half her life story ygm?

25 - have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

nah this is so embarrassing but this is Teacher Crush Tumblr so idc

// TW ED MENTION //

i have an ed and sometimes i imagine M and/or R having one too to help me feel better, or like them going through similar stuff to me in order to help me cope

26 - how do you feel when you're around them? are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

with T im just happy coz shes super cool and nice

with R i am a bit terrified tbh but also sometimes i just wanna stare at him but am scared of being caught

with M ngl the few times ive been in a class w him i kinda wanna get his attention,,,, its the crave for male validation *sigh*

29 - have you ever tried to get over them?

tbh none of mine are proper romantic feelings so no <3

30 - if someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?

i have a crush. who is my age. xe has a girlfriend.

again none of mine are romantic feeling just weird attachment so

BTW I SKIPPED A FEW DAYS COZ LIKE THERE WAS NOTHING TO SAY ALSO I CBA <3333

#j says stuff #tc challenges #T #M #R

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samayla · 7 years ago

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Fic: Gemini Chapter 3

AO3

Bilbo may be a Baggins of a Bag End, but his twin sister Bella inherited all their mother’s Tookish tendencies. If one Hobbit burglar is good, surely two will be better… right?

Rating: G

This is going to be a huge multi-part fic. I’ll be tagging it #HobbitGemini for anyone who wants to follow it, or shoot me a message if you’d like me to tag you specifically. I’ll post another chapter or two tonight, but then it’ll probably be a week before I update. I’ll settle on a schedule of some sort once I figure out how fast I can crank out chapters.

Chapter 1: Late for Dinner

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Party

Chapter 3: No One West of Bree

“I don’t like it, Ki,” Fili growled as his brother thunked two mugs onto the table and slid into the seat facing him.

Kili glanced around, one side of his mouth quirking upward skeptically. “What’s not to like, Fi? We could take this lot without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s what I mean,” Fili answered darkly. He wrapped his hands around his ale but didn’t yet take a drink. Too many of the assembled halflings were looking their way. Too few looked friendly. “These are some mighty strong glares for folk who don’t seem to have a chance of backing ‘em up.” Sure, they had numbers, but that was about it, as far as he could tell. They were small and soft and round, dressed in the garish colors that adorned their gardens. They weren’t fighters. But he wasn’t sure what that made them instead.

He nodded toward a particularly venomous-looking halfling sitting in the corner. “Take that toadish character in green back behind you,” he said. “What does he think he can do? We’re missing something, Ki. We’ve got to be.” It was hard to explain, but Fili couldn’t help but feel uneasy. There just had to be something more to these strange little creatures than looks would suggest. Why else would Gandalf want Thorin to engage one of them in their quest? And what’s more, brave Thorin’s wrath in making the very suggestion? If a halfling could be expected to best a dragon when an army of dwarves could not…

Kili shrugged, unconcerned, and lifted his mug to drink. “I think you’re just - hey! Where’s my ale gone?”

That got his attention. “What?”

Kili tipped his mug toward Fili. It was half empty. “Did you drink it?” he demanded, punching Fili in the shoulder before he could even think to answer.

“What? No. Ki, I haven’t touched it.”

Kili didn’t look convinced. He snatched up Fili’s mug and peered inside. Fili took advantage of his brother’s momentary distraction to rub surreptitiously at his shoulder. He could feel it bruising already. “Yours is short too!” Kili exclaimed. “What’s the big idea?”

Both brothers about jumped out of their skin when three more mugs of ale and a plate of fruit tarts clattered onto the worn table between them, and Fili nearly skewered the cheerful lass who dropped into the seat beside him.

“Don’t take it personally - Old Wil always pours short for strangers,” she chirped, apparently unaware of her brush with death. Or of the intensified scowls now directed at their table. Fili half expected to burst into flames. “Bella Baggins, at your service.” The lass bobbed her head and then grinned expectantly.

“Fili,” he supplied slowly.

Kili was quicker to add his own name to the introduction, though his attention had already been snagged by the plate of tarts. When Fili saw his brother’s hand slide away from his knife and toward the sweets, he allowed himself to relax slightly. Kili’s stomach hadn’t led them astray yet. Well, not since that cask of dandelion wine when they were in their twenties, but that was completely beside the point.

Kili took an enormous bite of one tart, but Fili was relieved to note that he’d at least smelled it first. “’Ooks ‘ike ‘e pourth thort for ‘oo, too.” Kili sprayed them both with crumbs as he spoke. He downed the ale in one of his mugs in a single gulp, and then swept the back of his hand across his mouth. “Sorry. These are great!”

Bella laughed as she shook crumbs from her sandstone curls. “Forgiven.” She peered into her own mug and sighed. “Wil’s pouring may be lacking, but his wife’s cooking certainly isn’t. Alessia Bracegirdle’s blueberry tarts are local legend.” She glanced sideways at Fili as she took a more moderate drink from her own mug. “Your hands would be much better occupied with her tarts than your weapons,” she commented with a wry twist of her mouth. Perhaps she was not so unaware after all. “Terrifying though I know I seem, I really just thought the pair of you could use a friendly drink.”

Fili smiled back a little guiltily and relinquished his grip on the knife in his sleeve. He still had plenty of others in easy reach.

Just in case.

Kili grinned and flicked a bit of tart at him. “Don’t mind him, Bella. He’s just tense from being on the road. It’s sucked all the fun out of him.”

Fili flicked the morsel back at his brother. “Has not.” And even if it had, someone had to be the responsible one after Kili went and got them lost. ‘Shortcut,’ indeed.

Kili snatched up another tart from the plate. “Has so! You’re seeing threats everywhere. You’re worse than Mister Dwalin! Even unarmed, these halflings have you jumping at every shadow. And then you nearly kill the only friendly face in the whole place! Imagine - not even trusting a blueberry tart!” He took another huge bite to prove his point, and when he spoke again, he sprayed Fili and Bella with crumbs once more. “’M worried ‘bout choo, Fi. “S’not righ’.”

Bella glanced over her shoulder, then looked from one to the other of them with amber eyes as large as dinner plates. “Oh,” she breathed, leaning close over the worn wooden table. “But Fili is quite right to be on his guard, for your kind hasn’t any defense against our secret weapon.”

Kili swallowed with difficulty. “What’s that?” he croaked, leaning toward the halfling lass, his eyes growing wide to match hers.

“It’s a fearsome thing indeed. Makes even the biggest of big Men fall to pieces and go running back for the Wilds past Buckland.”

Though Fili suspected - or perhaps hoped for - a joke, he found himself listening just as attentively as his brother. He knew there had to be a reason Gandalf wanted a halfling along.

“It’s the Look.” And she leveled a truly impressive glare at Kili.

Fili burst out laughing, both at the halfling’s answer and the look of confused horror on his brother’s face.

Bella managed to hold her expression a second longer before she, too, broke down in laughter, Kili joining in almost immediately in obvious relief. She leaned back in her chair, taking her mug with her. “Oh, we’ll glare you do death, and no mistake,” she boasted, a raised eyebrow replacing her smile, and both dwarves ceased their laughter at once. Then she grinned again, an easy, crooked thing that made her eyes twinkle. “That’s about it though, I’m afraid, unless one can be killed by a short drink.”

“I hope you didn’t pay full price for these,” Fili commented, reaching for one of the mugs she’d brought them. It held even less ale than the first mug had.

Bella shrugged. “Seems cruel to deprive Wil of his petty revenge when there are real strangers about to bear the brunt of it. Usually, he has to content himself with shorting me, as I’m widely regarded as the strangest thing around these parts.”

She deftly snatched the last two tarts from the plate before Kili could grab one. She passed Fili one, but broke hers and passed half of it to Kili. Fili shot her a grateful look on his brother’s behalf, but Kili, for his part, was too busy inhaling the treat to thank her for it.

“But if you were hoping to get drunk tonight,” Bella continued, “you’d have had better luck at the Green Dragon in Bywater. It gets all the outside traffic. We’re a bit isolated here in the heart of the Shire.”

“So I’m learning,” Fili answered. “But we were told Hobbiton, and this place seemed as likely as any around here to hold a meeting about an adventure.”

The lass choked on the last bite of her tart.

Fili thumped her on the back in alarm, but as soon as her airway was clear of crumbs, she doubled over laughing. “You won’t find any adventures here, lads,” she panted as soon as she was able. “Even the mildest sort won’t come any closer than Bree, I’m afraid.”

“But Gandalf said Hobbiton,” Kili protested. “Very clearly!”

Bella frowned and took another drink, clearly thinking hard.

“What is it?” Fili asked. “Is something the matter?”

She shook her head. “Gandalf, you say? Old fellow dressed all in grey? Wears a pointed hat, as if he weren’t tall enough already?”

“That’s him!” Kili exclaimed, jostling the table in his excitement. “Have you seen him?”

“He’s hardly been seen around these parts since I was a child, but he was always fond of a good story, and turning dwarves loose on unsuspecting hobbits sounds like as good a start to a tale as any I’ve ever heard.”

Fili shared a grim look with his brother as Bella chuckled to herself and returned to her drink. “You think this is some sort of joke?” Fili inquired, careful to keep his face and tone from betraying his worry, while Kili looked downright offended at the very idea. If they weren’t careful, Kili was going to blunder right into revealing their whole quest in a room full of hostile halflings.

“Oh, yes,” Bella replied at once. “Though there are few enough around here who’ll see the humor in it. When news of you two gets out, there’ll be a scandal in the neighborhood! Old Wil may never recover!”

“Still,” Fili reasoned, trying to reassure himself and also keep Kili from causing a scene, “better a joke than a trap, I suppose.”

That notion backfired.

Kili jerked upright so quickly he nearly overturned the table. As it was, several of the halflings in the nearest seats shot them especially dirty looks at the clatter. “You don’t think it could be, do you?” Kili hissed. “A trap, I mean.”

“Of course not,” Bella soothed, beginning to pick up their overturned mugs. The short pouring was a good thing after all. All five had been empty, or near enough, when they’d fallen. The little bit of ale that seeped across the table was quickly mopped up with a rag Bella snagged off a passing server’s arm. The lass made eye contact with Kili when she spoke next, all laughter aside. “Gandalf may not have visited the Shire in ages, but I have had some dealings with him outside of it. He’s a good sort. A little meddlesome, but he means well, and that’s got to count for something, hasn’t it? And from what I understand, by the end of things, he’s usually righter than one would have expected at the beginning.”

Fili shot her another grateful smile for her efforts at calming his brother. And her words had gone a long way toward easing his own mind as well. Balin had seemed confident when he’d suggested the pair of them set out ahead at the edge of the Shire, but as the hours had passed and they’d grown more and more hopelessly lost in all the halflings’ tangled footpaths and hills, Fili had been unable to shake the growing suspicion that this whole thing was a test. One he was failing miserably. But this chance meeting made him feel as though he wasn’t botching absolutely everything. At the very least, they’d managed to secure an outside perspective on their wizard. He smiled to himself at the thought of Balin’s approving nod when he shared Bella’s vote of confidence at the meeting.

“Well,” Kili mused, interrupting Fili’s thoughts, “I hope you’re right about the wizard’s scheming.” He still didn’t look entirely convinced that the whole thing wasn’t some sort of elaborate trap. “I’d hate to have come so far out of our way to collect a burglar for nothing.”

“A burglar, you say?”

“Uncle didn’t think much of the idea at first, to be honest, but -”

Fili kicked Kili beneath the table before he could spill any more details. Their uncle would kill them. “Yes,” he interjected to distract Bella from Kili’s pained indignation. “But here we are. You haven’t heard anything about a burglar advertising around Hobbiton, have you?”

Bella laughed again at that. “Of course not! In my experience, that is not usually the sort of activity one advertises!”

“Oh, not petty burglars, or hobbyists, certainly,” Fili acknowledged, “but professional burglars quite frequently advertise their services so as to attract respectable clients. There’s nothing saying one cannot steal back something that is already one’s rightful property.”

Kili brightened suddenly, obviously picking up on Fili’s intent. “We’re on our way to visit kin in the Iron Hills,” he recited dutifully, only making the line sound slightly rehearsed, “but we’ve had some things stolen from our company.” He looked to Fili for approval of his addition to Balin’s sketchy cover story.

“Hardly the most auspicious start to a journey, as I’m sure you can imagine,” Fili added with a shrug, hoping to distract Bella from his brother’s blundering again.

Bella nodded sagely, but Fili could see the twinkle of laughter in her eyes once more. He let it go. Better she think them joking than lying. And it wasn’t a lie, not really. An entire mountain kingdom was probably just likely to be rather larger than whatever she was picturing they’d lost.

“Of course,” Bella said. “If Gandalf’s involved, I suppose it can’t be nearly as disreputable an affair as it sounds. But I’m afraid you still won’t find any burglars, professional or otherwise, advertising their craft here in Hobbiton. Hobbits, as a rule, frown upon burglary at any level of dedication.”

“But can you think of no one at all?” Kili asked forlornly. He fixed the lass with the same look he’d give their mother to coax her into allowing him a second helping of dessert.

Bella shook her head, and for a moment, Fili thought they might have at last met someone immune to Kili’s puppy dog eyes. But then she sighed. “I really can’t think of anyone who would fit your needs.” Fili waited. It was coming. He knew it, and Kili did too. Neither of them spoke, and sure enough, she continued after another sigh. “But perhaps we can have a spot of dinner, and you can tell me more about your adventure, and what it is, exactly, that Gandalf told you. Maybe then I’ll be able to think of who he could possibly have meant.”

As she surged to her feet and headed for the bar, Kili flashed a triumphant grin across the table. Fili nodded in acknowledgment of his mastery, but couldn’t help a few words of caution as well. “We still have to be careful what we say, Ki. Uncle won’t like us giving everything away to a stranger.”

“But it’s to get help,” Kili reasoned. “After all, if we can’t find this supposed burglar, what’s to say any of the others can either? We could be heroes, Fi, and find him before anyone else!”

“Gandalf will know him, if he can recommend him,” Fili reminded him. “And the others, at least, might remember the fellow’s name.”

Kili pouted at his tone. “How is it my fault that you didn’t listen on your turn?”

“I was trying,” Fili shot back, “but someone was pulling faces behind Gandalf’s back the entire time, ruining my concentration.” It really was unfair. He hadn’t known of Balin’s plan to send them ahead. If he had, he would have made Kili listen to Gandalf’s instructions as well, and then they would both know the burglar’s name, and they wouldn’t be in this predicament at all. They could have stopped and asked for proper directions to the fellow’s house, instead of trying to make sense of the garbled nonsense Kili had rattled off about “pretunies.”

Kili opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Bella returning to her seat with a huff. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Kitchen’s closed,” Bella snapped, just as a serving girl whisked past their table with plates piled high with roast pork and potatoes. She pressed her lips into a thin line.

Kili was aghast, and Fili suspected his own face wasn’t much more composed. “But-”

Bella cut Kili off. “Well, it’s closed to us, anyway. Wil wants us out. ‘Putting his patrons off their drinking,’ he says, with all our talk of adventuring and burgling. Ill-tempered old goat.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then forced a bright smile. “There’s nothing for it,” she declared. “You’ll have to come home with me. Bilbo will have cooked something up, I’m sure, late as I am, and if not, then there’s plenty of cold food in the pantry for all of us.”

“Bilbo?” Fili asked. Of course a lass with a smile like that would have someone waiting at home.

“Oh, yes. He’ll probably be much more help than I could be. He’s much more sociable, you see, and has a good ear for gossip. Perhaps he’s heard something about this burglar of yours. And if not, than at the very least, he’s got a library full of maps and things, and we can get you two pointed in the right direction. I’m sure there must be any number of places that sound like ‘Hobbiton’ if one is distracted from listening.”

“Of course we’ll come!” Kili exclaimed at once, not bothering to consult his older brother.

For his part, Bella’s sly smile was enough to make Fili forgive her for overhearing their argument - it seemed these halflings had exceptional hearing, information which he filed away for later - but at the same time, he couldn’t forget the weight of responsibility on his shoulders in Thorin’s absence. “I don’t know,” he murmured reluctantly. “That’s a generous offer, but we’re to meet the rest of our party tonight, if we can find them. We probably shouldn’t go wandering about the countryside at random. Uncle always says it’s important to stay where you are when you’re lost, and let the others find you.”

“Uncle has a good deal of experience at being lost,” Kili piped up helpfully.

“No more than most,” Fili shot back in his uncle’s defense. “And it’s sound advice, anyway. The others have a much better chance of finding us if we just stay put.”

“We could always leave a message with Wil, in case any of your friends come looking for you here,” Bella suggested.

Fili was skeptical, to say the least. Could the peevish barkeeper really be trusted to pass along a message faithfully?

Bella must have read the look on his face. “It’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Old Wil may be petty and vengeful when it comes to strangers, but he won’t hesitate to send those strangers in another hobbit’s direction if given half a chance. Odds are, you’d have been sent up my way sooner or later, if I hadn’t met you here first. Come on. Good food and a good night’s sleep - not to mention better company than this lot -” she gestured at the still-glaring halflings scattered around the room “- will set you up right proper for whatever the morning will bring.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “And there’s a strawberry-rhubarb pie in it for you if you’ll at least walk me home. You’re my excuse, you see. I’m abominably late for supper, but if I go home and start spinning tales of drinking with dwarves, Bilbo will never believe me. The only way I’m getting off the hook tonight is if I bring you lot around as -”

The lass’s face went suddenly blank.

Well, not blank, exactly. Fili was sure it was supposed to be something resembling politely cheery, but it was off somehow. Like a pane of spun sugar. Sickly sweet, but fragile, with no substance underneath. He was just about to ask what was wrong when a shadow fell across their table.

“Cousin Belladonna!” The voice was just as rotund at the rest of the green-clad hobbit, and Fili inwardly cringed at his false cheer, as if the fellow hadn’t just spent the last half hour glaring daggers at their table. It explained Bella’s face, at least.

“Cousin Otho,” she replied, her tone just as false as his. Fili noticed her knuckles were white around the handle of her empty mug. “I didn’t see you there. Would you care to join me and my friends for a drink?”

Fili saw Kili open his mouth to protest and kicked him under the table again. Better to let the lass handle her relations herself. For now, at least.

“Goodness, no!” Otho forced a chuckle that was as false as everything else about him. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his gaudy green waistcoat. “I was just about to head home to the missus. Getting late, you know, and supper’s waiting. But I’d be happy to walk you home, Belladonna. The Hill isn’t too far out of my way, after all, and you wouldn’t want to keep Bilbo waiting up too long.”

Bella made a big show of looking past Otho and out the darkened window. “Oh, Sweet Lady! You’re right,” she gasped, and Fili had to admire how realistic she made her astonishment seem. “He expected us home ages ago!”

Noting Bella’s ‘us’ at the same time Otho did, but taking it as an invitation, Fili spoke up, doing his best to match her performance. He peered out the window and then hung his head, reaching for his pack. “Sorry about that, Bell. But you know Kili and his ‘shortcuts.’” He elbowed Kili, who elbowed him back with a scowl.

Bella laughed. “Well, I know you do. You don’t have to take them, you know.” She smiled warmly at the indignant Kili, her facade temporarily abandoned. “Even if he does give you his Look.”

All three of them burst out laughing at that, leaving poor Otho to sputter and try to come up with a way to retake control of a situation that was obviously not going at all as he’d planned.

Bella was the first to come back to herself. “Oh, dear,” she breathed. “I’m afraid this isn’t making us any less late, is it? We’d best be going, lads.” She rose and turned back to Otho with an - almost - apologetic smile. “Sorry to run, cousin, but you know how Bilbo is about his cooking. If his supper is ruined, I’ll never hear the end of it. Give my best to Lobelia, won’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer from her cousin before issuing orders to the dwarves. “You lads can go gather your things, and I’ll settle matters with Wil and meet you out front.”

“Cousin Otho,” Fili intoned gravely as he stood. He bowed with an exaggerated flourish.

“Pleasure,” Kili added, mimicking Fili’s bow. It was all Fili could do not to laugh at the look of shocked dismay on the poor halfling’s face. His face had become nearly as green as his shirt. They collected their packs from the heap beneath the table, and Fili adopted his best princely strut. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kili doing the same, and they left the poor fellow standing, completely befuddled, beside their table.

They both burst into laughter as soon as they stepped out into the lane and the door swung shut behind them.

“Bella is a natural,” Kili declared. “I thought he’d faint when she said we were expected!”

“Poor fellow didn’t know what hit him,” Fili agreed, adjusting his pack to sit more evenly across his shoulders. “Do you really think that sour old barman will send the others our way?”

Kili shrugged. “I don’t know, but Bella should know how to handle her own people, right?”

“She should. And waiting at her house for the others can’t put us in much worse of a position than waiting here would, I suppose.”

Kili’s eyes got dreamy. “Especially if there’s pie…”

“You always think with your stomach, Ki,” Fili chided, chuckling.

“Well, it got us excellent blueberry tarts and a good joke, didn’t it? And pie! These halflings know how to get things done! Imagine if Bella’s pie is even half as good as those tarts… Maybe that’s why Gandalf wants a halfling along - someone has to sweeten Uncle Thorin up, or he’s liable to kill everyone before we even lay eyes on the mountain.”

“If that’s his plan, he’ll have to hire two - one to cook Uncle’s pies, and one to cook Dwalin’s. Otherwise Uncle will never get so much as a bite!”

It felt good just to laugh for a bit. Maybe Kili was right, Fili reflected, and he had been too serious since they went on ahead of the company. What had being serious gotten him? Lost in the dark. Everything seemed to be turning out alright after all, so why worry?

“I just hope we wind up with someone like Bella,” Kili confided. “A pie from that Otho character would probably just make everyone sick.”

Fili’s smile faded in spite of his resolve to stop worrying. “You don’t think she’s having any trouble in there, do you?”

By unspoken agreement, they both dropped their packs behind the bushes at the side of the road and started for the door. Fili took the lead, and Kili fell in half a step behind him, watching his back as always.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Bella came storming out, dragging a very startled-looking Otho along behind her. “…one whit what sort of company you think that makes me, Otho Sackville-Baggins!” She spun to face the stout halfling, and Fili realized that instead of her holding him, it was he who held her wrist in a bruising grip. The stupid sod had apparently been too shocked to let go when Bella started moving.

“You having any trouble, Bell?” Kili growled, his eyes on her arm too.

“None at all,” Bella replied, trying to twist out of his grip. “Oh, Otho!” she exclaims, stomping her foot. “Let go of me this instant!”

That seemed to bring the fellow back to his senses somewhat. But instead of releasing the lass, he dragged her around in front of himself, like a shield. “Now, see here,” he stammered, his eyes darting wildly between the two armed dwarves. Neither had drawn a weapon yet, but both Fili and Kili had taken up defensive stances, and neither of them looked kindly on the halfling’s treatment of their new friend. “I’ll call the Sherriff on you!”

“For what?” Fili asked, taking a step forward and resting his hand on the hilt of one of his swords.

“Yeah,” Kili agreed. “Far as I can see, the only one causing trouble here is you.” Kili stepped forward as well, and Otho backed away, dragging Bella with him.

“See, Belladonna? I told you these strange folk shouldn’t be trusted. Troublemakers, the lot! Who knows what sort of trouble you’d have gotten yourself into if I hadn’t been here!”

Fili saw Bella’s jaw clench. “I’d release the lass right now, if I was you,” Fili stated slowly and calmly. He moved his hand away from his sword.

If the halfling had had a lick of sense, he’d have backed down by now, but Fili hadn’t forgotten the powerful glares this stammering idiot had directed their way back in the tavern. Nor had he forgotten the wizard’s stubborn insistence that they hire a halfling to handle a dragon. Despite the amused smirk growing on his brother’s face, Fili wasn’t ready to count this fellow out just yet. Not until Bella was safely out of his grasp.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Otho declared, trying to wave a very disgruntled Bella in front of him by way of proof. “Belladonna is my cousin, and I say what she -”

Bella elbowed him in the face with her free arm, spinning to follow through and drop with him to the ground. “Don’t call me Belladonna,” she snarled, tearing her arm out of his grasp. She ducked back into the building as Otho’s startled silence gave way to pained howls. Judging from the blood pouring through his fingers, she’d broken his nose.

“Come on, lads,” Bella said briskly as she came back out, a pack slung over her shoulder and a walking stick in her hand. “I do believe I owe you a pie.”

#hobbit fic #HobbitGemini #fili #kili #bilbo #thorin #gandalf #my writing #the hobbit

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bangimaginestantexts · 7 years ago

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Imagine #3 Jin

REQUEST by @sangstergirl7

SMUT

Thank you for requesting @sangstergirl7 I am so sorry it took so long! I’ve had writers block for a while and I’ve been literally caught up in drawing wtf I know. I hope you like this it was my first time writing something like this for Jin and I enjoyed it! I think writing this has made me think about Jin a bit too much haha. But please enjoy! MWAH! xxx This could be better ik

It had been months since you last saw your boyfriend, and finally you were sitting down, drinking coffee at his dorm he shared with the other 6 boys he worked with. If you had to admit one flaw about the situation, it was that the two of you didn't have much privacy staying in these conditions. Staying at a hotel was suggested by you but due to your boyfriends busy schedule, the only time off he could get was a couple of afternoons during this week to spend with you.

As you sat at the dining table in the kitchen, browsing your phone out of boredom, you wished even staying one night away could be an exception. But right now, you were alone in the dorms, waiting for him to get off work. It wouldn't be long now until he'd come through the front door and kiss you. You'd been teasing him all day, texting him annoyingly, but somewhat sexually. At one point he wasn't taking it and he eventually stopped responding but around lunch time is when he made his move, texting you back a 'baby when I get home you're going to regret teasing oppa'. It excited you to see what your boyfriend would do since he had never really played along with any role play you suggested but he seemed to want to dominate you from his texts. Which was something you'd tried to get him to do for so long now.

You sat up as you heard the front door open, and to your surprise, it was him, but also everyone else. One after the other stumbled through the door, all looking tired apart from one. Thank god he wasn't as beat as the others. And if he was he was hiding it really well.

A loud chorus of 'hello' was sung out by all of them as they all dumped their bags down in random areas. Soon enough they had all disappeared into different sections of the house and it was just you and your boyfriend. "Sorry I teased you all morning baby, I've just been bored." You said walking over to him, hugging him tight. You heard him sigh as he wrapped his arms around you. "You should be sorry. It was hard to focus you know." You just laughed at him, looking up into his eyes. You stretched on your toes to reach his lips, placing a soft kiss to them. As you pulled away, he bent down following after your lips not wanting it to end. You let him kiss you again, now wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he did with you.

As you continued to kiss passionately, you heard somebody clear their throat. You instantly pulled away, looking to see who had caught you both in such a moment. It was Yoongi. "Yah, honestly you should hire out a love hotel for an hour if you're going to be gross like that around here." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and snapped. "Hey! I'm older than you! Show some respect." "I don't care. I'm going to get coffee what do you want?" "Nothing." There was a long silence before you realised Yoongi was waiting for an answer from you too. "Y/n, anything?" "No I'm ok thank you." You said sweetly. Not trying to create conflict. You both watched him leave the dorm and as soon as the door closed, your hand was being pulled by your boyfriend towards his shared room.

"What are you doing?" You said laughing once you reached the room and the door was closed. "We don't have much time but we have enough." He said raising his eyebrows suggestively. You laughed harder and thought about how mad Yoongi would be if he found out you two had sex in his room. "Jin, I don't know if we should. I don't like getting on the bad side of Yoongi." He stepped closer to you, kissing your lips again, instantly reaching for your top. Although complying isn't what you wanted to do at this moment, you felt you had no control over your body and you just let him do what he wanted.

Once your top and bra was laying on the floor, his hands moved up to cup your chest, squeezing and playing with your breasts as you tried to undo his pants, lips still not leaving each other. Small moans were escaping your mouth in the kiss as he moved one hand down to unbutton your shorts, the other still tugging on your right nipple. As his hand moved down the front of your shorts and into your panties, you gasped, hanging your head back. You heard him laugh as he slowly started walking you over to the bed, his hand slowly rubbing against your clit.

When he pushed you down, his hand left your heat and you sighed in frustration. But as you watched him undress himself, your excitement built up. You were so in awe of him undressing you didn't think to take your shorts off. Once he was naked, he laughed and grabbed onto your knees with both his hands, spreading your legs apart, then he reached down to pull your shorts off, along with your panties. You could feel how wet you were for him and there was no doubt he could see it. This was a 'fuck me now' kind of situation. No foreplay was needed it had been that long.

"You want me to go slow?" You spread your legs wider in front of him, looking at how hard he was was making you more and more needy by the second. You shook your head fast. "No don't, we probably don't have time, just fuck me now. I need you." He smirked at you as he bent down to hover over you. "You just want me to fuck you huh?" "Yes." You hung your head back as you felt his tip glide over you slit. "God you're so wet Jagiya." You moaned hearing his words. He usually wasn't so talkative in sex, but your teasing brought something out in him. "I am, all for you." He laughed softly, then as he pushed himself inside of you, he sighed out of pure bliss. And as for you, the feeling was much needed to cure your frustrations from the past month, making a loud gasp leave your lips as you gripped the back of his neck. As he started thrusting into you slowly, it felt as if no one else in the world existed.

After some time, his thrusts picked up as well as the muffled sounds coming from the both of you from trying to be quiet. Everything was starting to feel better and better and you both were kissing and clutching onto each other in the heated mess that was the both of you. Up until you heard the door click open. Jin, not noticing at all, continued to pound into you hard as you tried to tell him the door had opened. You couldn't see if it had opened on its own or if someone was there because of his shoulders. But then, something you wish you hadn't heard, an awkward laugh and a loud 'ah' sound came from where the door was. Instantly you knew who it was, and Jin snapped out of what he was doing and turned to look. Now his shoulders were out of the way, you could see a shy Jimin covering his eyes but still standing in the small gap of the door.

"What!"

"Hyung , I just wanted to borrow Yoongi's laptop. Sorry sorry." He said as he rushed over to Yoongi's bedside table, still covering his eyes, to grab the laptop. As you covered your face and chest out of embarrassment, fear rushed over you suddenly when you heard the door click shut and it was just the two of you again.

"Jin, Jimin will tell Yoongi." You suddenly whimpered. But Jin just ignored you as he started thrusting into you again at an intense speed, making you scream louder and louder. His lips met yours in a sloppy kiss so you'd quiet down. He seemed to not care at all about Yoongi's reaction. But you'd just have to wait and see.

#jin smut #jin reaction #jimin reaction #min yoongi #bts #bts scenarios #jin scenarios #jimin #jin request #bts request #kim seokjin

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lilacshawn-blog · 7 years ago

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Goodnight

request: Could you please make an imagine where in Shawn and the reader are like best friends but shawn feels like theyre more than that and she just says she doesnt love him bc he has a girlfriend who the reader thinks is better for him? ik this is so long but tysm! -p

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“Come on! Don’t you wanna do something, like, you know… fun?” You asked, tossing a pretzel up in the air and gearing your mouth towards it.

“I don’t know your definition of fun is anymore,” he complained while shuffling through all his clothes, looking for his ring. “If it’s like the last time, I’m out.”

“Come on, it’s not like it’s illegal to streak naked across a hotel floor,” you say, quite frankly. You never turned down dares and if you had to, it must be some fucked up shit. It was a Friday night and all you wanted was some fun... and maybe some more food.

“Pretty sure it is, man,” he mocked.

You responded with a groan. “How about we go for a drive? I mean, after all, you haven’t been around in so long! Don’t you just miss good old Pickering?”

“Sure, I guess,” he replied hesitantly as he left his spot in front of the cabinet that he’s been in for the past hour.

You took his hand and left the bedroom that he missed so dearly and guided him towards the front of your parents’ house.

Admittedly, you missed him but you still tried your best to pretend like you didn’t think about him, or need him. Pathetic and stupid, you thought but it could be worse. Just being in the same town since he left; and although you did buy a new house without the help of your parents, you felt dissatisfied for accomplishing so little while he got the chance to travel the world and have opportunities ready for him to take on.

Ultimately, however, you felt happy for him. You felt happy the moment he was signed to a label or when he first flew out the Los Angeles or even the time he invited you over to his release party and how you didn’t go. You feel genuinely happy for him. From a distance, at least.

“Start the fucking car, what are you waiting for?” he joked, looking at me dreamily, probably because of exhaustion.

“Geez, okay,” you laughed, playing it off like as if you weren’t pondering about him. You drove away from the place you two used to hang out, tired or happy, whether he’s only going to take a nap or record a vine or even ask for the goddamn answers to the homework.

“What’re you thinking about, bff?” He asked, half-jokingly since he knew I hated being called that. “No, seriously.” His eyes were searching for something in yours—a thing he has been successfully doing over the years. Yes, even in facetime. He knew I was lying and we both know I’m bad at it.

“Just missed you.”

“Just missed me?”

“A lot. I missed you a lot.”

“I know, I know,” he cockily replied, ruining the sentiment of the moment.

You slapped his arm in response and laughed along. “We haven’t been at our place for a long time, eh?”

“No shit.”

“Drive there?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

His eyes have a different kind of sparkle compared to before, but he doesn’t have a distinct glance for you. His eyes were blunt, there were dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was slightly more pale.

For the entire drive, he was mostly silent - making questions and little chats here and there. It almost seems like he doesn’t know what to say.

You pull up to a secluded area, a hilltop where a faint skyline was visible. The two of you discovered this place a while back, when you two were invited to a house party you never attended to - because you were, in fact, lost, and in the middle of nowhere. Here’s this place.

“Missed this view, a lot,” he whispers. “I really wish I could’ve written my songs here.”

“True that,” I reply. “Is that the reason why your songs suck?” you joke, popping open the back of the vehicle with your keys.

“Wow, excuse me? Wait … does it really?” he concernly asks.

“No, no,” you say, laughing the worry off of his face.

God, he looked so different. Different from when he gave his last wave towards your way at the airport—roughly, 3 years ago. Maybe I’m just holding onto it, dreaming or hoping that there is something. Something more, perhaps.

You both hop in the back and sit on the jeep’s matting, adjusting your posture and leaning your head against the plastic panel.

You continued to talk about how his last two tours were, a little bit of him apologizing for not visiting you when he got the chance to; how you were holding up with your second to the last year of college; and how much he loved doing the things he only dreamt of doing.

“Really? Your college is only a 6-hour drive from here?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yeah, can you believe it? I’d give you a tour of my apartment but you wouldn’t fit in there.”

“Well,” he said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

You were stuck in a whirlpool everytime you get a smile, no matter how small it is, from him. You were stuck in this stupid conversation in your mind whether or not to touch him or kiss him or hell, even give him a high five.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks as he flips his phone to check the time. 1:03.

“Shoot.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that we were never together, after being friends since 8th grade?”

Yes, it does. You think to yourself—the real question you’ve been avoiding for too long. The question you’ve been meaning to ask since it was eating you alive and everytime he opens his mouth to speak, you wish it wasn’t that question.

“No, I guess. I mean, like, no offense, but I think there’s someone out there for the both of us, yikes—hopefully,” you laugh in hopes to lighten up the mood.

Truth is, you wanted to convince yourself too. You wanted to make yourself think that there is someone else. Someone else, besides him.

“Well, cheers to our someone else,” he holds up his water bottle in the air.

“Cheers,” I reply, taking the water bottle behind me and bumping it with his. It seems so pseudo, as the lie in your voice echoes in your head over and over.

Cheers? You found yourself saying an empty word. Maybe even he detected the insincerity in your speech or how you held your water bottle with your hands slightly shaking.

You take a swig from your bottle, drinking slightly more than you needed just to avoid conversation; to perhaps avoid saying something else you weren’t supposed to say.

“Do you really think there’s someone out there?” he questions you. He puts down his drink and faces you properly, “For you?”

“I think s—” you say but he cuts you off instead.

“Truthfully,” he sternly speaks.

“What do you want me to say, Shawn?”

“What do you want to say,” he rises his tone, frustration in his eyes. “Y/N, we’ve been pretending like nothing fucking happened.”

“And tell me, Shawn, what happened exactly?”

“You know,” he whispers, facing front and shifting his gaze towards the city.

“I absolutely have no clue,” you reply, softening your tone as well.

Admittedly, you didn’t want to come forward first about what is up. You didn’t want to show that after all these years, you still had feelings for him. You didn’t want to openly throw the idea out there and put your feelings up for debate.

“When I left—,” he was cut off by his phone ringing. “I gotta take this, sorry,” he says, and with that he walked off to the side.

“Yeah, I’m just talking with my family right now.”

“Yes, baby, at 1 am. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Alright, bye. Love you.”

He sat beside me once again after the phone call I clearly heard. It seems like I didn’t know it’s her, but I did. It was everywhere—in headlines, all over twitter, instagram and god, even my mom knows.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” you ask as if nothing had happened, then hopping off where you previously sat but was soon stopped by his swift movement.

“We can talk,” he replies.

You were annoyed by his action but at the same time, glad that he did since you had a lot to say but couldn’t. You were glad that he pulled you to sit down once more since he looked like he had a lot to say but couldn’t.

“I fucking left you hanging the moment I was contacted by a label,” he starts off. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, and I forgive you,” you quickly replied and attempted to leave.

He gently pulled you in again, “I left you here when you were waiting for me to say something that night when I told I was called by the records.”

“What do you mean ‘something’?”

“We both knew we were something more, and we were just waiting for the other to say it first.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But you did. You did know exactly what he was talking about. You knew exactly what it was the moment he was trying everything he could just to not bring it up.

“You know what it is.”

“Just fucking tell m—,”

“That I fucking love you!” he shouts and takes a deep breath then gulping.

You weren’t exactly the first one to say it but it made you more nervous that him.

“When I was here, we were both waiting for the other to say it even when we both knew we were something more and what I’m so scared of—” he pauses for a brief second. “–is that I won’t be able to tell you that I do love you until you fucking fall out of love because of waiting.”

“And what if I did tell you I love you then you wouldn’t be who you are now, you’d still be with me, you’ll be like me—stuck in this fucking town, waiting for another goddamn opportunity to come your way and honestly,” you scream back. “for that reason, I’m so fucking glad I didn’t tell you I love you.”

Just like that, you instantly forgot what you are to each other anymore.

He leans against his side and only both your breaths were heard.

“Shawn, what are we doing?” you weakly asked and it took all the strength in your body to keep a conversation up with him. “You have someone else now and you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I never thought you’d come by,” he replies.

“And so it’s alright for you to tell me this type of shit?”

“No, but you deserve an answer.”

“I wasn’t even wondering about anything.”

“Yeah, oh yeah, right,” he said sarcastically, “Right, ‘cause you had no feelings for me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

You felt like you’ve been staring at each other for what seems like half an hour.

Then, it was blurry and all of a sudden, your lips met. After waiting on each other and debating with your conscience and lying to yourself, you kissed back.

His hands were twirling with a ruffle of hair and placing it behind your ear. He touch was so soft as if you were fragile.

At that moment, you were fragile. You were about the break and give in to him. It was so painful to feel but great to think about. The idea of being with him. The idea of love and whether or not it’s all good. But in your case, it’s not.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You knew your friendship was out the window, you knew you’d be driving him home and never coming back to his doorstep or even call him when you needed to. You remembered what it was like to be around him, with him.

How fun your 2 am conversations about the most random things were, although you were tired and deprived of sleep because of college and how you hoped you’d be in bed since 4 hours ago by now. You loved spending time since that was the only time you’d see him. Those calls ended after a good 8 months, but you understood. He needed that time for more important things than talking to you.

How he acted platonic throughout the whole relationship that everyone thought you were together. You’d hope that you were but I guess, feeling like it is better than nothing. You’d always fall for it, no matter how much he repeatedly made you feel special—well at least, as a friend, to him. How those same feelings will mean something—someday—to someone who deserves it.

How his stories will always be deeper in detail when he talked to you because of his genuine trust towards you. You were thankful, however, for the moment where in you knew him truly—and only you did. Although someday, he’ll tell the same stories to someone else, maybe even in better detail and meaning. He’ll make new memories and reminisce those moments with someone else.

How his touch was different when it came to you and how gentle he held your hand when you were walking through museums, running through crowds, and climbing roofs just to talk about feelings. Feelings you wish were towards you, at least. There will be a hand fit to yours and warm enough for you to hold.

“We should head home,” you whispered, hopping off the back and heading towards the driver’s seat.

Without a word, he followed and buckled up his seatbelt, staring straight ahead without a single emotion.

You didn’t know what he was thinking, but honestly, neither did he know what was running through your mind.

The ride felt like forever until you reached his house at the end of the street with the outdoor porch lamp lighting the walkway. You take a good look at the house, debating whether or not you should walk with him towards his porch. You decided not to.

You opened the door, leaning against your car and watching him walk up the wooden and damp stairs.

He stopped in his tracks and faced you, “Last question, I promise.”

“Okay,”

“Did even you love me at all, like at some point?”

“Why would yo—”

“Please,” he whispered.

It took a while for you to answer, even if the only valid answer is ‘no’. You feel like you should say ‘yes’ because you did.

“No,” you replied.

And lastly, how you and I ended without anything beginning.

How I mastered the art of pretending that I didn’t love you when I did.

How you and I, and averted eyes all made sense in the end.

How you won the world and how I lost mine.

#writings #mothafuckkkkkkaaaaaa #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #maaaaa boiiii #imagine #sad as fuck

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survivorcordillerablanca · 7 years ago

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Episode 7 Confessionals

So we're having a reward challenge so I guess no reward. Are we merging at F9?? Its still 7-3 right now and it can be 7-2 soon. If its 7-2 in the merge then if my alliance of me/Zach/Charlotte/Carson stick together we'd only need one more number and we could get to F4. Thats wishful thinking that we all stay together tho.

of course i flop the slide puzzle and lose us reward god.. just imagine like.. that scene of michele going out into the ocean and being emo from kaoh rong and earning character development about being competitive and debbie saying she might drown herself . thats me right now. yeah thats all i am angry kinda not rlly

Ugh I wish I hadn't done the reward challenge because I can't help with immunity. I thought that since 4 people sat from reward and the usual rule is if you sit you have to play in the next one, that the rule would be over since all 4 can't play. But I was wrong so rip, I think I'm pretty good at this one too b/c I used to do fun listing games when I was younger. Here's hoping we can avoid tribal!

I would've much preferred the live challenge to this one. I'm a mess and will get something for every letter except for like 1 and have a panic attack and freak out. Pissed.

I'M SO FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE FINALLY WON REWARD AND I GOT A TASK FROM THE WISHING WELL BUT IT COULDN'T HAVE COME AT A WORSE TIME. There are literally 3 of us left, throwing the immunity and scoring the least points could mean that we lose and I don't want to be the reason we lose when there are three of us left. DID I MENTION THAT THERE ARE 3 OF US LEFT?! I decided to prioritise doing well in immunity over getting the reward from The Wishing Well because I just need to be safe and move on from this round and hopefully get to a merge.

Can you believe that Ulta won AGAIN? We keep doing that. Honestly, we're icons. 7-2 going into a potential merge... let's just let that sink in.

Jordan Pines' ego is so large, it's actually consumed the rest of the Copa tribe.

Well fuck me this may be the end of Jordan Pines. I am going to do all I can to stay but there is a high chance i could be going home tonight. Dear god lets see what happens.

I will make two quick ones since i've been busy the past few days. So going into immunity, i'm nervous. Bryce/Carson/Myself can't play, and originally it was supposed to be a live competition and us 3 are the most active. I literally messaged Carson being like "so who we votin'" DASKF. I think i'm funny idk it's just some quirk oWo Fortunately, the competition changed to list it up. The comp seems fun, and overall I think it'd be easier than the L# type setup competition. It doesn't require much activity or anything, just to be on whenever you are and schedule it! So, i'm hoping for the best ^-^ Zach~post immunity results~ I don't recognize names of our tribes, so I (like Carson) read "Copa, you have tribal tomorrow with me" and my heart dropped. I read the 9:03 to 9:00 and I was like... oh my dog.... are you SERIOUS. HOWEVER, WE WON IMMUNITY! BY THREE FRICKEN SECONDS! THAT IS ICONIC I'm really blessed to have been granted safety till merge (assuming it's merge, something has to happen AJFSKDG they wouldn't do 2v7 into an immunity challenge). That being said, I may potentially be an early merge boot. During merge, I plan on working with returnees and giving Jay/whoever else lives hopefully luke a chance. But, we'll see. If they talk to me, i'm down with it because i'm always open for opportunities. In addition, if I just stuck with OG Ulta......... it'd be boring. I'm not sure, overall though. I really like Willow too, and Chris/Katie are fine. UGH. I like this cast so much it's so stressful even THINKING about voting lowkey. Nonetheless, soon it's gonna be time to play.

Im really pulling for luke to stay cuz i wanna have that idol connection after the merge but maybe it would put less of a threat on my back for him to be gone :/ idk ahhhhh. Lets see what they do

I don't have much to report besides the fact that I'm glad we won and that Carson and Zach are great

Also Katie and Bryce are cool too

OH DEAR GOD I THINK I DID IT. LUKE JUST TOLD ME HE IS VOTING JAY OUT. HOLY SHIT THANK THE LORD IN HEAVEN I MIGHT STILL BE HERE TOMORROW. FUCK YOU RYAN TEDDY PALMER AND YOUR DUMB ASS NO TRIBE SWAP NO MERGE GAME.

Update: I'm voting out Jay and not Jordan Pines! Jordan is so good at whispering sweet nothings into my ear and making me keep him but I'm still very weary of him. My thought process is that he's a bigger target than me and could act as my meat shield so that I slip by pretty easily. I think that with the current Ulta tribe it's going to be difficult but I think I can work this out.

winning immunity challenges from the outside looking in is awesome!! no need to scramble or strategy talk. great, right? yeah, no. i know where NO ONE stands. nobody talks strategy bc we dont have to go to tribal. id prefer this to losing every single one, but id like to lose a BIT. but ill just sit here with my idol and enjoy the immunity while it lasts, bc ik this will get cutthroat at merge

wow 3 seconds that so cool.

jordan pines will be pre merge boot hahahahha

Who says you can't get no satisfaction? Whoever it was clearly isn't me in this game. Not only did my tribe win immunity again, I personally beat Jordan pines in a mutual portion of the challenge. Victory really does taste sweet. AND we finally merged. 7-2 numbers advantage. Does that mean that ulta is gonna stay together? I guess we'll see! I may use these two stragglers to get rid of some people that I feel like may not want me around much longer.

#NotAGameForLapdogs

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