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more-cardigan-than-woman · 2 years ago

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The Babysitter- Day 3

Summary: Jason tries to train you, you try not to push his buttons for a change.

Theif!Reader x The Red Hood

Words: 2.8k

Day 2

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, pining, tension clad training, swearing.

"Get up, trouble maker," his fist raps on your door, "we've got places to be."

“Get fucked,” you mumble, putting the pillow over your head and rolling back into the sheets.

“You swearing at me?” he hits the door again, “Don’t you remember what I said about that?”

“Yes.” you moan, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

“Are you getting up?”

“I’m up. I'm getting dressed. Give a girl a second.”

“Put on something comfortable.”

“Can do, Mr bossy boots,” you poke your tongue out at the door, searching through your drawers for your favourite pair of pink leggings and that cute black crop Harley gave you. “Shit, where are my sneakers?” you start crawling under the bed looking for them.

“You’re taking too long,” you hear his voice echo from down the hall. “Hurry up.” “Yeah, well,” storming out of your room, “You said to put on something comfy and all I could find were my pumps, which are not comfy and my sneakers seemed to have vanished into thin air. I also wanted like one second to maybe, too I dunno, put my hair up and not look like a trash panda first thing in the morning. But here we are." You sigh dramatically, "I look like shit, my hair is a wasp's nest and I still don't have any- Ugh!” you look down at the green pair of shoes now resting in your hands, “You found my sneakers! Thanks'' you beam, sitting right down on the ground and slipping them on.

When you look back up at Jason he stares at you like you've grown a second head, “I know my hair is a mess, you told me to hurry. What do ya want from me?”

“No, nothing. Here,” he says, handing you a coffee, “Found these to go cups,” shit, did you actually listen to him? He tries to pinpoint what he said, maybe he’ll be able to replicate it? Hopefully, because fuck, he never expected to get a thank you this early or to even have you listen to him long enough to do what he asked.

“So, what's the plan? You're going to take me out the back and shoot me for being the most annoying client ever? Maybe take me out for breakfast, wine and dine me?" You shrug, your hands flying around as you talk, "Throw me into a fighting pit and see if I don't die? Lots and lots of options for you.”

“You’ll see when we get there." Jason says as he picks up his duffle bag, "And if you’re good, I’ve got a gift for you.”

“Good? But that's so subjective,” you sip on your coffee, “Good could mean a number of things to numerous different types of people. Your version of good is definitely very different from mine, so how will I even know if I'm being good?”

“You want rules?”

“No, but some guidelines would be nice. Do I need to bring anything else?”

“Nothing else. How about we start with, don’t steal.”

“Boring." You roll your eyes at him, "how about I don’t get caught stealing.”

“Don’t steal from me then. How's that?”

“Fair. anything else? Oh Mr big boss man?”

“No more swearing at me,”

“You really don't like it do you?”

“I do not and since I'm stuck with you for a week, I’d like you to respect it.”

“Fine, I won’t swear AT you. Maybe just around you.”

“That's the best I'm going to get isn't it?”

”Better deal than anyone else has ever had.”

“Lets go then. It's not far from here,”

“What isn't?” he ignores you, opening the door to your apartment and silently waiting for you to follow.

“We’ve got a ten minute walk ahead of us. How about you guess where we're going and I'll tell you if you get close.” Jason offers, thinking that maybe if he can make a game of your talking he can keep you on track. Maybe keep those distracting thoughts and wandering eyes from things in people's pockets if he finds something to occupy you while you walk. To his great shock you smile at him, almost delighted at the idea. An idea he came up with and fuck its almost as hot as that fierce smirk you gave him yesterday.

“Perfect.”

“I was so close,” you say, pushing your arms together in excitement, “I nearly guessed gym,”

“But ya didn't. For some reason you keep thinking I own a castle. Do I give off vampire vibes or something?”

“Maybe, vampires are supposed to be pretty to lure in prey,” you press your back into the gym door and it swings open, “and you're ok looking I guess.”

“Really?” he stalks in infront of you, “You said I was pretty the other day. What's changed?”

“Nothing, you're still pretty. Now I just know how mean you are.”

“Mean? You haven't seen mean.”

“Ooo big threats from the macho man.” you shake your hands in front of you as you walk backwards. “I'm shaking in my sneakers.”

“Not yet. But you didn't notice,”

“What?” you stare at him before realising how quiet the gym is and take a look around, “Where the fuck is everyone?”

“You scared now?”

“Not really. You're big, but I'm faster,” you take off running around the gym, trying your best to get away and when you turn he hasn't even moved. “Knew you couldn't catch me and gave up already?”

“No, you can make all the trouble you want over there. I’ll be over here when you're ready. We’ve got all day and if you get hungry there's snacks in the break room.”

He what? Fine. well. You have been entertaining yourself for years. Surely you can do it for a whole day. You grab the rope dangling from the ceiling and start to climb. Climbing for some reason always clears your mind. Maybe it was because if you didn't focus on where your feet are or your hands, you would literally fall and break your neck.

When you reach the top you peer down and see him with his hands bound, punching hard into the bag. His shirt is off and you can see the large muscles of his back flex with every single swipe. “Whoops'' you laugh, almost losing your grip. Now, how does Harley do it? You think, twisting your leg through the rope releasing one hand and falling down to grip it with the other. Wow. this is easy, think to yourself. Before your hand slips and you're crashing into the ground. "Oh, closer than I thought." You say rubbing the sore spot on the back of your head.

He glances back, catching your eye, but turns right back around and continues to hit the bag. Fucking woman, he thinks to himself, as he unleashes his frustration on the punching bag, "she's more of a danger to herself than than anyone else. Doesn't fucking listen, except apparetnly, when she fucking wants too. We're only on the third day and she's already making my skin crawl. "He slams a fist into the bag, "even giving her space doesn't seem to be calming her down any. And there she goes climbing shit again, like she's fuckin Grayson."

Though, he admits to himself, it may have a little to do with his own frustrations. He can't help but watch you. Those tight ass pink leggings carrying you into the break room, your ass on full display as you, is that a hop or skip? Either way, it's fucking cute. Cute? Fuck, he hits the bag again, this time blowing it off the chain and sending it flying.

Maybe he needs a break too. Wiping his face with the towel he trudges on over to the break room. Not expecting to find you balancing on a chair as you reach for the top shelf. "What are you doing?"

"People always hide the best snacks here," you say, because you're right.

"Let me." He says grabbing the chair and pushing you out of the way, letting out a little laugh as you struggle not to fall from it. He grabs the box of cookies from the very back of the shelf, "here."

"Thanks," you smile, snatching the cookies from him and sitting your ass on the table.

"Water?" He asks, did you just say it again? What the fuck is with you today? Maybe you hit your head too hard on the ground, or someone knocked you with a sense hammer while you were asleep.

"Please, I'm so thirsty," you ogle him when he turns to the fridge. Smiling at him in the way you’ve seen Harley do to Ivy when she wants something. Noticing that manners seem to be getting you things and he promised to give you a gift if you were good, so maybe the gift will be a batarang. But it feels weird when he looks at you like that, like you want to make him angry again. To see just how far you can push him before he snaps. Those eyes though, what is he looking at? What is he seeing? And like what is up with him?

"Catch," Jason throws a bottle of water at you and you catch it spinning it around on your palm before taking a sip.

"Just what I need,"

"Drink up because if you're done playing around it's time to train."

"That mean I've been good?"

"Yes. Now get out on the mat."

“But my gift?” you make eyes at him, holding out your hand, like where the fuck is my gift.

“I didn’t bring it with me. You’ll have to wait.”

“I can have it though?”

“You can. Now what did I say?’

“You don’t have my gift?”

“No. Get on the fucking mat.”

"OOo, was that a swear? Bad bad man,” you laugh at how serious his expression is, “What happens when I get on the mat? Is it easier to kill me?"

"Yes.” he ignores your comment, clenching his fists at his side, “But you want to learn how to disarm someone. So, go."

“Ok and you're definitely not going to kill me?”

“I don't get paid if you're dead.”

“Did they not already pay you? That's dumb, you should've gotten paid upfront. They're more likely to swindle you if you don't get it all at once.”

“And who told you that?”

“One of the 2 faced guys, he was nice. I don't remember his name, maybe Luke? Leo?” You say as you make your way out into the gym and towards the matted area, “it was definitely an L or maybe a J.”

“Does it matter?”

“Spose not, bats caught him last week. Guys rotting in arkham.” you shake your arms out and crack your neck, “So how do I do this?”

"Stand like," he moves you, his huge hands on your shoulders making your tummy do flips, his strong legs kicking your knees apart and almost sending them crumbling down.

"I feel like a doll," you swat him away, while trying to push the heat in your chest away too, "stop doing that, just tell me how to do it."

"I'm trying, if you would just-" he runs his hands down his face. He picks up a stray foam roller, "take this from me."

"Really? Not even going to give me a tip?"

"Be fast."

"Right, so helpful."

"Well you didn't want me moving you around, so do it yourself."

You try just jumping forward, but he moves so fast, easily jumping out of the way. You go to the side and he darts away. After four tries of this you sigh, "fine. If it's going to help just show me."

"Ask nicer."

"Please, will you help me?” you roll your eyes at his predictability.

“Without the attitude.”

“Please, Mr man handling macho man.”

"Good girl," you feel a shiver run down your spine as the words leave his lips and he stands in front of you with his fingertips on the edge of your skin.

"No man handling, ok?"

"Yes, just listen. Keep your legs apart, your arms loose- yeah like that. Now I'm going to stand still and I want you to reach over it, grab my hand and run yours down until you feel the roller and then pull back. You got it?"

"I think so," you step forward, reaching your arm out.

"Keep your feet even."

"Like that?"

"Yeah, but more on the ground. The tip toes will throw you off."

"What?" You say, not even realizing you were doing it. Not noticing him moving before the roller pushes into your tummy and you're on your ass, "hey! Rude!"

"See what I mean?"

"Point taken. No tip toes." You take his hand as he helps you to your feet.

"Try again," he steps back unto his previous potion, "flat feet."

"Yeah, so I just," you focus too hard on your feet and trip into him, "shi- I mean shoot. Sorry."

"Go again," he pushes you back up, “maybe just try it from here," his hand on yours guiding you along his arm, "this too much manhandling?"

"No, it's," your eyes locked on where your hand is touching his sculpted forearm, "down like this?"

“Yes, now grab a hold-" your fingers wrap around the foam roller but you can't seem to get it from his hand. You peer up only to see him staring back down at you "-take it," he whispers in a voice so soft you think your insides might melt out your ass.

"You're holding it too tight," you complain, yanking on it, "that's not fair."

"You think people are going to let you take whatever you want from them?" he smirks down at you, his eyes daring you to prove him wrong.

"No," you slide your hand down to hold over where he's gripping the roller, "but that's never stopped me before," you jump, swinging your legs over, using him as a balustrade as you flip over to sit on his arms, bouncing your ass to try and get him to let go.

"And you were being so good," he chuckles, dropping the roller and you onto the mat. "Shame," he looks down on you stepping away, fuck you were so close he could smell the candy scented shampoo in your hair, and feel your perky little ass on his arms. It was all he could do not to spin you around and kiss you. "I was going to show you how to aim properly once you got it out of my hand."

"No, no. I want a rematch. Give me another go," you pause, wanting to get him close, just one more time today, "please?"

"1 more."

"Yeah, just one, come on. Please? I think I've got the hang of it now. Please."

"Ok, but I'm not going easy on you like last time."

"Ready?"

"Always."

You leap at him, faking out to the left and zapping back to the right before your hand is on the foam roller. You know he's stronger than you, so you bend your legs gripping tight to it as you bounce up, flipping but instead of going up and over, you plummet face first into the mat, "what the fuck?" You mumble into the plastic.

"That was a good tactic," he leans down onto your ear. "It might've worked if I hadn't seen it coming," his hand reaches down to you, "But you've got the hang of it. Tomorrow we can work on your aim.".

"My aim is fine,"

"Is it? because you've yet to hit me."

'Maybe I'm doing it on purpose," you mumble, turning away.

"What was that?"

"What? You think you're all that, Macho man? Fine, show me, you got any guns I can play with anyway?"

"Not here."

"Where we going?" You say, following him as he heads towards the front door.

"Back to your apartment."

"But guns.." you whine, rolling your eyes behind him.

"We can do that tomorrow. Right now I need some decent food and some quiet."

"Quiet? Well Honey, you’ve come to the wrong woman."

“We will see.”

“Nearly got it,” You smile to yourself as your tools pick at the lock on your window. “Just a few more, yes!” You throw your hand over your mouth hoping he didn't hear you.

“Macho man thinks he can boss me around and keep me locked in my own apartment. Idiot. Pretty fuckign idiot.” Fuck, what is wrong with you? Here's your escape and you find yourself looking at your door, wondering what he's doing right now.

Didn't take as long as I expected, he stares down at the notification on his phone as he lays back in your spare room. “I’m so impressed, little trouble maker,” he whispers, glancing at your closed door across the hall, “managed to get it unlocked in 3 days. Now the real test begins.”

Day 4

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ohmyknittt · 8 years ago

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hongjoongsforehead · 3 years ago

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mommy’s slut

sub!oikawa dom!(f)reader

warnings: mommy kink, choking, omorashi, dacriphilia, spanking, overstimulation, implied oral(f receiving), degradation, dumbification if you squint, slight praise

oikawa knew he was fucked. literally. he had been teasing you all day. constantly slapping your ass while you guys were out for lunch with his team, grinding on you, kissing your neck, trying to get a rise out of you.

but this. this was your breaking point. you were sitting with the rest of his team, not really listening to their conversation but out of nowhere you hear oikawa say

“i’m obviously the dom in the relationship...”

hearing these words made your head perk up from your phone, you glare at oikawa a silent way of telling him to watch it. he looks back at you for a split second before going right back to the conversation.

“oikawa, watch it”

you gave him another warning but he still wanted to act out and make you seems like a sub.

“y/n i don’t know what you mean, i’m obviously the dom here little cutie”

the rest of his team was laughing at you which only added fuel to the fire that was burning inside of you. without thinking you walked up to oikawa and grabbed his throat barely applying pressure.

“ahh- y/n w-what are you doing?” he gasped

“tell them.” you replied

“tell them what?”

“tell them how much of a little slut you are for me oikawa.” you ordered.

oikawa struggled to release your grip from his throat but that only made you tighten it more.

“ah o-okay fine...i’m your slut y/n” he finally admitted.

you released this throat and he panted, gasping for air. everyone was now looking at you while you gathered your things getting ready to leave iwaizumis house.

they all had their mouths wide open, eyes popped out not expecting to see such a side of you.

“oikawa get your things and get ready to leave.” you told him, he instantly followed your orders.

“bye boys, we will see you next time.”

they all responded with a variation of ‘goodbye.’ although before you could leave the house iwaizumi stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“y/n, please don’t hurt him too bad, we still have practice tomorrow.” he asks.

“i’ll see what i can do iwa.” you responded nonchalantly.

getting to your car, you turn it on and begin to leave iwaizumis house. the ride back was filled with an uncomfortable silence and every now and then you could see oikawa shift in his seat. stopping at a red light you decide that you want to play with your toy for a little bit.

“when we get home you’re going to go upstairs strip and wait patiently until i get there with you. got it?” you ask

“yes” he responds, barely a whisper

“yes who oikawa?”

“y-yes mommy.”

“good boy.”

once the light turns green you begin driving again, looking over at him every now and then only to see him shifting around him his seat.

you finally arrived at your house, you and oikawa were just sitting in silence when you finally decided to break it.

“go do as i told before your punishment is worse.”

hearing this oikawa got out of the car and rushed into the house looking down the whole time.

after about ten minutes you decide that it’s been long enough, so you get out the car and head towards the door. opening it you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you get an idea. smirking to yourself you refill yours and grabbing another glass of water before walking to your shared bedroom. opening the door you see oikawa sitting on the bed naked and hard, waiting patiently for instruction.

you hand him one of the glasses to which he looks up at you in confusion.

“what am i supposed to do with this mommy?”

“drink it honey.” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing ever

“but i’m not thirsty mommy...”

“i don’t remember asking all of that my love.”

oikawa looks at you for a little longer before finally decided to follow your orders of drinking the water. he drink about half before handing it back to you, which you deny. you shake your head at him and signal for him to finish the cup. of course he doesn’t know why, but you grabbed one of the largest cups that you had in the kitchen. you were absolutely determined to break him beyond return tonight.

once he finishes the first glass of water you hand him the other, which he didn’t like.

“mommy i’m too full, do i have to drink more?”

he was getting whiny which you knew meant that it wouldn’t take long for him to fully submit to you. without a second thought you bring the cup to his mouth and made him drink, only a little bit spilling past his lips.

once the glass was empty you decided it was time to put your plan into action. you sit down next to oikawa on the bed and instruct him to lay over your lap.

“you get fifteen spanks for embarrassing and teasing me all day. do you remember your safe word baby?”

“yes mommy, i remember.”

“what is it baby?”

“p-panda.”

“good boy. now you’re going to take your spanks like a good slut and maybe i’ll give a reward.” you told him. you knew that he would be expecting the first hit so you waited a couple minutes before spanking him.

you landed hit after hit on him, with him counting after each one. once you got to fifteen oikawa was sobbing and gripping the bed sheets like his life depended on it.

“are you okay baby? do you need to use your safeword?” you asked because he looked utterly wrecked.

he frantically shook his head no before trying to speak up before realizing that he couldn’t. he put his head back down in embarrassment before trying to speak again with no luck.

you pull him up by his hair making him look at you in the eyes and the sight you saw was enough to have you dripping. his cheeks were stained with tears, his hair was dripping with sweat that would eventually drop onto his face, his tongue was hanging out his mouth causing drool to fall down his chin.

“my pretty baby…looking so wrecked for mommy.” oikawa whined at your words and tried to squirm out of your grip which you didn’t allow.

“you’re embarrassing me mama.” oikawa wouldn’t stop wriggling i’m your grasp until you flipped him over on the bed and held his legs open. you decided that now would be a good time to execute your plan. you place one of your hands on this abdomen above his bladder before applying pressure.

you knew that as soon as you applied the pressure to his stomach oikawa was reminded of the fact that he did in fact have to pee which caused him to fold in on himself and moan loudly. a fter a few seconds went by he unraveled his body and layed back flat on the bed. you moved your hand back down to his throbbing cock and gave him a few slow strokes which had his thighs shaking.

after letting go of his cock you led your hand back up to his bladder area. before pressing down and massaging the area. oikawa was soon letting out loud moans and whimpers at the overwhelming feeling.

“m-mama please…”he was squirming trying to get away from your hands, not wanting to make a mess everywhere.

“please what baby? what does my little whore want from his mommy?” you honestly didn’t know how you were holding yourself together because oikawa was so hot when he begged.

“w-wan’ c-cum first mama. please let me cum mama please.” oikawa was practically sobbing once again, probably harder than before.

“okay slut how do you want mommy to make you cum?” you decided that he’s been through enough teasing and you should finally fulfill his wishes.

“want your hands, m-mouth, anything please just make me cum mommy!” you could tell that he was starting to get bratty again so you decided to take initiative.

you grab oikawa s cock and start stroking him at a fast pace that has him gasping for air. you knew after all this teasing he wouldn’t last long at all, so you leaned your head down to his cock, licking the tip before taking him halfway.

the moans oikawa let out we’re going straight to your core making you want to just forget all about this and fuck your baby until all the both of you saw were stars, but then you remember that you’re supposed to be proving a point so you get back to doing what you were doing, making your baby feel good.

“m-mommy gon’ cum! please let me cum mommy. i’m so close…please!” you pulled off of him but continued to stroke him at a fast pace once again before leaning to his ear and whispering.

“go ahead baby, go ahead and cum for mommy.” and almost as if on command oikawa was cumming all over himself and your hand. he was letting out the most pornographic moans that sounded almost like screams but turned you on nonetheless. his moans consisted of nothing less than screams and chants of ‘mommy’ or ‘feels so good’

you stroked oikawa all the way through his orgasm until he was practically shaking in overstimulation, letting more tears fall at how good all of it felt.

once oikawa came down from his high he noticed that your hand returned back to his stomach over his abdomen when he remembered that he had to pee really badly. and if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you can’t piss and cum at the same time so once one of those things is out the way the other would come rushing to you faster than you’d think.

oikawa was once again whining and squirming in your grip again trying to get your hand off him.

“baby if you want me to stop at all just say so. but if not let me know now because i’m not gonna hold back” you wanted to make sure that he knew that he wasn’t being forced into anything and if he wanted to stop you would be completely okay with that.

oikawa nodded at your words and you let him off the hook with a non verbal answer since he is still kind of dazed from him previous orgasm.

you begin to stroke his cock again while simultaneously pressing on his bladder area knowing that you’ll get the outcome that you are looking for.

you knew it shouldn’t take long because you know oikawa was already close to pissing himself earlier. as you were stimulating these two places on his body he began to shake some more while trying to close his legs together to keep from peeing everywhere.

you forced his legs open again while applying more pressure to the areas before looking up at oikawas face. he was crying again and biting his lip to try to keep his moans and whimpers low.

“m-mama..”

“yes baby? what is it?” you faked innocence.

“gotta pee mama.” you were cooing at him at this point because he was just so cute, your cute little whore.

“go ahead baby, make another mess for mama.” with that oikawa was doing as told, making a mess of the sheets, himself, and you. moaning the whole time because he finally got the release he was wanting.

once he was finished you quickly got up to go get a towel and some clean clothes to put him in. you got oikawa up and led him to the bathroom to run him a bath.

setting him into the water you let him wash up and relax his muscles for a bit while you go change the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the washing machine.

heading back in the bathroom after hearing oikawa call out for you, you see your baby drying himself off which makes you remember that you never actually got to cum.

thinking nothing of it and just planning to get off with a vibrator once oikawa fell asleep you help him into his clothes before going back into your shared room with him.

getting under the new covers oikawa cuddles up to your body and you press a kiss to his forehead before pressing one to his lips.

you and oikawa indulge in light conversation, mostly oikawa apologizing for acting like a brat earlier and you forgiving him when he realizes that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together about the whole conversation.

he then remembers that you didn’t get to cum during your scene with him. feeling bad he lifts the covers off of your bodies before going between your legs and pulling down your pants and panties.

“what are you doing baby?” you had to ask because you were genuinely confused. had he picked up on how needy you were acting?

“mommy didn’t get to cum, wan’ make mommy cum. please mommy?” he gives you puppy eyes which he knows you can’t resist.

nodding while speaking you say, “go ahead baby, make mommy feel good.” and that was all the confirmation that oikawa needed before going down on your still dripping folds, eating you out in the best way he knew how.

this took way longer than i anticipated because i simply lost motivation everytime i started writing again but here it is! my sub oikawa fanfiction :)

#sub!oikawa #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago

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No. 19 “Why are you wearing that? We are at a wedding!” with female reader

Once again congratulations 😄❤️

In The Doghouse

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: fluff, slight argument, garvez

Word Count: 0.7k

Spencer pulled the car up to the wedding venue. You ran out to meet him in your pale pink silk bridesmaid robe with your makeup half done.

“Finally! You guys are so late!” you exclaimed.

“Charlotte woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” Spencer explained, getting out of the car.

“Why are you wearing that? We are at a wedding!” your eyes widened as you pointed to Spencer’s outfit choice, a panda onesie.

“This is the only way I could get her to leave the house!” Spencer opened the back door and picked up your 5-year-old daughter out of the back seat in a unicorn onesie.

“Please tell me you brought your changes of clothes,” you asked.

“Yes, of course, love. I’ve got my tux hanging right there and-” Spencer paused, “…So here’s the thing…you know when we got married and in your vows you promised to love me no matter what.”

“Spencer Walter Reid,” you gritted your teeth, “Did you forget our daughter’s dress?”

“Yes,” he squeaked.

“SHE’S THE FLOWER GIRL, SPENCER!”

“I’ll go back and get it!” he scrambled to find his keys again.

“There’s no time! You have to get ready. We’re not going to be missing a groomsman and a flower girl,” you stated, “You go get ready. I’ll take Char and explain the situation to Penelope and Luke and see if we can have Jack or Henry fill in as ‘flower boy’.”

You knocked on Penelope’s bridal suite door, holding Charlotte’s hand, “Come in! Unless you’re Luke! Cause I already told you a million times I can’t see you until the wedding!” she called out.

“It’s just Y/N and Char,” you replied, opening the door slightly, “We have a bit of a situation due to my genius husband with an eidetic memory,” you sarcastically emphasized those words.

You opened the door all the way, revealing Charlotte in her glittery pink unicorn onesie. Penelope burst out in joyous laughter.

“Do you want me to go see if any of the other kids can fill in?” you asked.

“No! No! I love it! Perhaps even more than her original dress,” she giggled.

“Are you sure? It’s your wedding, I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“No, it’s perfectly perfect,” she smiled.

“Say thank you, Auntie Penelope,” you told Charlotte.

“Thank you, Auntie Penelope,” Charlotte repeated, running over to give her a hug.

“Oh you’re welcome, my dear,” Penelope accepted the hug.

“I’ll go inform Luke but I’m sure if you approved, he won’t have any objections,” you waved goodbye, “I’ll be back to help you into your dress in 5 minutes.”

You knocked on the groom’s suite door.

“Come in!” Luke called out.

You opened the door to see all the men in their tuxedos, “Oh, so handsome, all of you!” you smiled.

Your smile flattened when it came to Spencer, “Spencer, explain to Luke what you have done.”

“I forgot to pack Char’s flower girl dress,” Spencer admitted.

“Penelope was fine with it. Luke, are you okay with this?” you asked.

“Yes, that’s quite alright,” Luke chuckled.

“Okay, thank you,” you turned to Spencer, “Don’t get it twisted, Spencer Reid, you are still in the doghouse.”

“Yes, love,” Spencer nodded.

“Someone is sleeping on the couch tonight,” Matt chuckled.

After the wedding was over and you had gotten out of your dress, you walked out to the living room where Spencer was setting up a makeshift bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Sleeping on the couch?” he furrowed his brow.

“Spencer, I’m not that mad,” you laughed, “It was just a mistake.”

“Oh good,” he let out a relieved sigh, “I don’t fit on this couch.”

You grabbed his hand and led him to bed. Spencer was in his panda onesie once again so you put your tiger one on.

Once you were all snuggled up under the sheets, Charlotte came running in, still in her unicorn onesie.

She settled herself right in between you both.

“Well this turned into a giant cuddle pile,” you grinned as Spencer wrapped his arms around you both.

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bokutobaes · 4 years ago

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I loved the bad day hc it was so gooood🥺 can I get a hc (w the same boys👀) of ur first night over their house?? Bet Atsumu snores like a freight train lmao😭😭😭

first night at the inarizaki boys house :p

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆- with: suna, atsumu, kita

☆- no warnings!

☆- a/n: this request was soo cute i had so much fun writing this🥺thank u for requesting i really hope you like it <33 and im so happy u enjoyed the bad day headcanons

authors: lu and sen <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆- suna:

-you were in fact enjoying a nice saturday in your room, pixie lights strung, your favourite show playing and you in a warm fuzzy blanket. it was bliss

-until.. the vibration of your phone shook you from the scene you were watching, and who else would call you on a saturday at 1am

-“hello?”

-“hey”

-“uh whats up”

-“wanna come over.. to sleep”

-“suna- it’s one o clock in the morning”

-“so?”

-“so why would i-”

-“i miss you..”

-your heart just exploded from the fact he just said that

-“say no more okay i’ll be there in 10”

-“okay :)” you could hear suna’s smirk from his voice

-you’d snuck out before in your first year of high school just to hangout with some friends so you knew the basics

-you left a note to your parent(s) saying that you went to a friends house early in the morning because she had a boyfriend emergency

-the things u do for suna🙄

-the way to sunas wasn’t long, he only lived a few streets away so you packed a bag, threw on your comfiest cutest sweats and headed on down

-when you got there suna was already at the door leaning against the frame with his hands stuffed in his black hoodie

-“hi”

-“hi.” he hugged you, “come on it’s cold out” then he grabbed your wrist and with a finger on his lips telling u to tip toe and whisper you headed to his bedroom

-now, you’d definitely been to sunas bedroom before to hangout after school and study and whatnot

-but it now dawned on you that you’ve never stayed the night

-heat rushed to your cheeks

-“so where am I gonna sleep”

-“here?” he said

-“where?”

-“in my bed. you’re sleeping in my bed.”

-“suit yourself, but I kick people in my sleep”

-he scoffed, “and I’ll kick you back tf”

-you guys hopped in the bed and just immediately went on your phones

-but you were in one of those close ass positions where you could see what was on eachothers screens

-so you exchanged tik toks and tweets

-the night was filled with you both trying so hard not to laugh out loud

-you guys rambled on for a long time after seeing a post about astrology

-“i don’t get it.. your saying i’ll be in a bad mood on the 5th of next month because mercury is in gatorade.?”

-did he really just disrespect retrograde like that

-once it was getting really late your eyes started feeling heavy

-you switched your phone off and snuggled deeper into suna’s chest

-you were basically hugging eachother

-suna yawned

-“goodnight y/n”

-“goodnight rin”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆- atsumu:

-you were already at atsumu’s house, you’d walked there together after school to spend the friday together

-currently you were in osamu’s room with the twins playing “winning eleven”

-why they were so obsessed with this game? you do not know

-but right now you were being betrayed by atsumu

-he told you he’d “go easy on you” since you’ve never played before

-then just abandoned that idea

-“atsumu wtf your not even going a smidge easy on me”

-“hey it’s not my fault yer skills are lacking baby”

-ur about to punch him

-“ok then here” you hand your remote to osamu and cross ur arms scooching away from atsumu

-“wait heyyy hey don’t be like that I was joking” he paused the game

-osamu was literally on his phone at this point

-he smushed your cheeks and you rolled your eyes

-“what time even is it?”

-“10:43” osamu drawled

-“omg it’s late i have to go soon”

-atsumu got up and told you to come his room so you waved to osamu and headed out

-“stay the night”

-“really?”

-“yes really please i don’t want you to leave yet”

-🥺🥺🥺

-“awww tsumu”

-“SHUTUP! are you gonna stay”

-“yes I’ll stay” <3

-he took your face in his hands and kissed you all over

-you shot your parent a text saying you were sleeping at your friends house and then sat on the bed where atsumu was already sprawled out watching something on his phone

-“i don’t have a toothbrush”

-“there’s an extra in the bathroom babe”

-“i don’t have clothes”

-he looked at you

-“i have clothes”

-“aww are you gonna give me your hoo-“

-“nvm go home now”

-LOL

-it was already almost midnight after you had watched some movies on his bed

-you guys got up and brushed ur teeth together

-“next time you’re gonna sleep at my house instead and we’re gonna do face masks”

-you though about tsumu in a panda sheet mask and laughed to yourself

-when you were done washing your face he asked if he could put the moisturizer on for you

-so you sat up on the counter and he was being so gentle🥺 just looking at you

-your cheeks starting feeling hot and atsumu noticed

-“oh embarrassed now are we?” his stupid smirk plastered on his face

-“shutup tsumu” you looked down smiling

-it was half past 12 when you guys finally got in bed and you were honestly tired since it was the end of the week

-atsumu squeezed you tightly from behind and was playing with your hair

-it knocked you out

-“g’night baby”

-“goodnignt tsum”

-(you were not prepared for the snoring that came out of him at 2am but you loved him anyways)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆- kita:

-this sleepover with kita was actually planned by the two of you

-you wanted to spend time together outside of school and you thought this was a nice idea

-you came over a little before dinner and he was cooking when you got there

-“hi!” you said walking in through the kitchen door

-“hi love” he stopped stirring a pot on the stove and came over to hug you

-he kissed your forehead and asked how you are

-(like he didn’t ask you 1 hour again when you were texting)

-you ate dinner with kita and his grandma, she told stories about kita when he was younger embarrassing him but making you awww out loud

-after dinner you headed to his room, you’d put on something to watch but it ended up just being background noise in a conversation you were having

-“y/n.. did you wanna sleep in the spare bedroom? i want to make sure you’re comfortable”

-“its okay babe i don’t mind sleeping with you”

-so you both were on his bed just looking out the window together, now that it was later you’d switched from watching tv to sharing earphones and looking out the window at the stars

-a song came on, something soft and gentle playing through your ears

-“wanna dance?” kita said looking at you with a smile

-heart combusted

-“of course”

-you got up and he grabbed your hip, hand in hand you two just swayed slowly looking at eachother

-both your cheeks burned but you were so happy that you were here with him right now

-now you’d been dancing for a few minutes and your face was in the crook of his neck

-you were both starting to get a bit tired but then you remembered the face masks you’d brought in your bag

-“kita..! we should do face masks”

-“face masks?”

-“yep! i brought some. let’s go”

-leading him to the bathroom you started to put the sheet mask on him

-the fox imprint on the mask made you laugh being on kitas face

-you two looked so silly, a fox and a panda in pyjamas on a saturday night

-after taking a few photos the masks were done and you washed up for bed together

-it felt like taking a look into the future

-soo domestic

-sleep came really easy that night, you lay on kitas chest and rambled for a bit before you noticed he had fallen asleep

-poor bb probably tired from volleyball practice

-you fell asleep soon after right after kissing him on the cheek

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒.

Tw// eating disorder.

I was thinking of how I skip meals and stuff while studying, but still people could comment on how a certain way my body has gotten. So,,,yeah. Just wanted to write a blurb on that.

Eating meals thrice a day's fun thing, kiddos.

Harry's busy with album, well you with uni to the point you've no spare time to take care of yourself. You just wakes up giving a haste kiss to him, rush to university because you were studying all last night in the guest room not to disturb him knowing how half of limps he comes back from the studio. When you're back at home he's at the studio again and you straight away flops into your sheets without eating anything, then you again get up from your nap have a bit of snack and the routine goes on for irritatingly exhausting loop.

Else when Harry's not too busy in work he checks upon you while your nose's in books, he brings you snacks. green apples. your favourite chocolates. cack-buns. whatever he could steal from refrigerator. He clings to you until you don't end up taking a break pouting adorably, "what'd ye' do without me hu? starve yourself." So you always end up giving in.

When he becomes your tutor for the mean time and it all has one ending; that's him quenching out many orgasms from you while you thrash in his lap, him fuckin' you raw because he has missed your warmth too passion, him teasing you not letting you focus on what you're studying. That's the worst one from all of the above because when he does that he doesn't stop and it drives you insane.

When sometimes you're too stubborn he grabs you by ankles making you squeal in amusement and throws you on his shoulder to drag you to the nearest diner and swear you look like panda wearing his tattered t-shirt and pyjamas.

He doesn't let you sit in another room and study alone, whining that he couldn't sleep without you in his arms and he used to sleep on you listening to the buzz of whatever you were reading, cheek smashed against your tummy arms coiled around your waist.

That indeed caused you weakened eyesight from focusing under the night lamp. But, you loved it how he always tried to make you stick to him now he couldn't you miss him and his care.

Dinners long forgotten. In breakfast you eat cereal in the same bowl Harry did moments ago before leaving you have time for nothing, and in lunch you fill your system with cold coffees.

Now. You were free after your exams hanging out with your classfellows for few hours before going home and seep into your sheets for two damn days.

"Looks like you gained weight, during this semester." One of your classmates told you with a weird pull of her brows and you chuckled nervously not knowing what to say, the plastic cup of cold mocha in your hand getting sweaty.

"Pfft. She looks fine. This one was hectic for all of us. Y/n you look great." There's a huge lie under it because you look sodden and emotionally traumatised, you know it people don't need to butter things up for you.

You excused yourself from the hangout. You looked at delcious mocha with watering mouth and yearning gaze but you gave it to the homeless little girl in your way considered how many carbs it contains.

You rambled to yourself. Muttering under your breath what you'd have said to her. 'Maybe beacuse I'm happy and when you're happy your heart makes more blood. Maybe I'm hanging out with my friends more often eating to my fullest and maybe I enjoy having late night snacks with my boyfriend.'

But you were doing none of that so you couldn't have said that to her.

When you stepped inside your home it was smelling appetizing, again watering your mouth and making your stomach growl loudly.

When you padded inside Harry was making pasta for you in the kitchen singing a melody to himself most probably of his album. He's glowing from hanging out with his friends, writing songs, and singing them whole day at studio but you're not you feel miserable.

At some point you had thought of dropping out and end this shit for real but looking forward to Harry. How he faces every hardship and never gives up, you did not too. You're always gonna idolise him.

Harry notices your presence and he wide spreads his arms for you to just cuddle into him. Wooden spatula in his hand and he grins brightly at you, "c'mere puppy. made pasta fo' m'girl." You didn't felt like eating it. Not because you're not hungry. You're fucking starving but your stomach has gotten accustomed to be empty all the time that it's feeling like a mission to fill it.

"M'not hungry. Had lunch already." You muttered lying to him walking past him to your shared room and his brows rocketed to his forehead surprised that you didn't fled in his arms as you usually do, not even a peck on his cheek, not an appreciation that you'd eat it after your nap.

You're a bit cranky, stressed and all over the place. You don't want to take it all out in him because you know you'd say mean things just as "I missed you so much, but all you cared was to enjoy yourself with your friends and make songs with them." . "Duh. Only if I could be a singer who doesn't needs to do anything." Or "you didn't once checked upon me." Because you know that would be your nonsensical words but it would really hurt him.

Not changing into comfortable clothes you dived into your sheets sleeping on your stomach. Harry felt alone and sad even though you guys aren't being that close for months despite of some quick sex in shower and when you or him badly needs a release.

He didn't even touched his home made pasta putting it in container and storing it into fridge. His ears perked up at your moans, only realizing that those were moans of pain. You were groaning in your sleep from the headache and cold sweat breaking all over you, you're feeling nauseous even in your sleep too.

Harry was by your side resting his hand atop your shoulder and he found you bathed into sweat, pulling his bottom lip he frowned running his thumb in circles at the nape of your neck.

It's so unlike of you. To not change and brush your hair before going to bed. He turned you around, "shh. sh. baby 's me Harry." He whispered when you whimpered snuggling your face to his folded thigh and tucking your hands in between your own thighs like a sandwich.

He stroked your blazed flushed cheeks with the back of his index finger. Taking in the slightest of features that looks worn out, he really missed you and he kinda feels bad that he got so engulfed into everything that he forgot to check if you're okay.

He pecked your lips removing duvet from over you changing your clothes only leaving you in your panties and your favourite rolling stone shirt of his's. He massaged your soles and ankles a timid smile creeping at his lips at the memory how he used to give you head and back massages. He missed being by your side too.

It was past midnight and you were still into deep sleep. Concerned Harry gently tapped your shoulders kissing your forehead, "bubba. wake up darlin' you haven't eaten anything." Only if Harry knew how it has become a routine.

You woke up with little yawns and cute rubs of eyes making your Harry giggle and shower you in his loud wet kisses. The storm had yet to come. When your eyes fell over your clothes anxiety ignited in all of your body and you pushed him not even glimpesing at the awfully hurt eyes he got after that.

You quickly covered yourself with duvet with wide eyes stuttering, "why did you changed my clothes." You don't want him to look at you when you're so out of shape and not feeling physically appreciative in yourself even though you're exactly how you were before.

This's what happens when someone puts the seed of insecurities inside you.

Harry did what he has been doing the whole day, frowned in confusion he doesn't want to think you're done with him and doesn't loves him anymore but it's flickering through his mind.

"M'sorry, jus' thought that I always used to change you. You wouldn't mind." At this you strewned your lip inside not to cry at your situation how do you tell him what you're feeling?

He fumbled with his rings. Shaking your head you stood up but a train of dizziness making you knock your knees with the beds foot and Harry was on his feet wrapping you in his arms.

"You need to eat. m'not takin' any excuses. When was the last time you ate?" He was furious at you. He doesn't care if you push him this time too. He loves you too much to let you ruin your health like this. When even you forgot that what was the last time you ate a proper meal He shook his head in exasperation.

The door to ensuite bathroom was open wide as he sat a tray of pasta and two plates infront of you, his head craned in your direction as you examined yourself in the bright lit mirror.

Pinching your slightest pouch then turning a little to have a proper look of yourself. Harry didn't said anything he just observed you joining the dots clearing his throat, "come to me, pet." He made space for you and you tried to give him a smile that came out wavering.

Eating in silence. After, so much time it feels like eating a proper meal's a blessing but you couldn't eat much giving it to Harry and he took it from you kissing your head.

"Sorry." You mumbled and he stood taking the trays with himself raising his finger in air gesturing you to wait.

He waddled back not thinking twice and taking you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair as you did into his sweater cuddling closer to him.

"I know you're not feelin' good. Bad days happens with all of us." His lips lingered over your hair and he's missing the usual smell of your shampoo. He smoothed down your arms and it's the proper cuddle you're sharing after so long.

"Whateva' goin' with you tell me whenev' you're ready." His finger tucks under your chin thumb circling over your softest skin.

You just wanted to let it all out but decided against it thinking you're gonna get back to normal and everything would be okay.

Sensing your hesitation just from the beats of your heart he reminded you looking you straight in your eyes, "remember. I'm gonna love you forever and always. Whateva' it takes for m'body to."

You nodded giving a chaste kiss to his lips and both of your eyes fluttered at that warmth, his fingers dipping into your hips.

Next day you were way better. Hanging out with Harry's bestest friend at café near your home, Harry has his arm slinged around your shoulder keeping you close to him as he talked joyously.

"What would you like to eat bunny? Brownie?" He asked you knowing how much you love brownies. If anyone wants to have their way to your heart it's always brownies and chocolates.

When you first started dating Harry, he knew how much you loved chocolates so he would bring a box of different chocolates with one tulip everytime he used to visit you. He used to fed those delights to you (with a kiss in return of each) so much that you had a sugar crash once which isn't your proudest moment.

You shook your head at which his friend quips, "ooooh dieting miss?" Then that same damn insecurity came back rushing to you and when you looked down then to her asking her innocently Harry's heart broke into millions pieces, realization dawning on him with a jab.

"Do you think I need to diet?" She shakes her head vigorously trying to make you understand that her intention wasn't to make you feel bad, "hey no. you're perfectly healthy I was just teasing you." You nod at her with a little "oh." and after that Harry felt you zoning out away from him emotionally.

At home on your bed while Harry rummaged through drawers for your favourite sushi socks you pondered over everything quietly, it's frustrating him. Your silence's killing him. He wants his bubbly bunny back who used to hop in excitement, who used to crack boomer jokes with him, who used to eat brownies and chocolates like it's her last sweetness.

"Bunny..." He gave a squeeze to your ankle after slipping your feet into warm socks, "talk t' me yeah? 'S killin' me." You sapped your teeth into your lower lip.

"It's been hard Harry. Very very hard." He cradles your jaw and you continued, "my head used to ache so bad while studying, eyes used to sting and I stopped eating anything...." Tears bearing at your eyeline and Harry scoots closer to you. He feels awful.

".....n' and you weren't there. I missed you so much you know...wanted to sleep in your arms after a long day...." You were full on sobbing now and Harry's own lip wobbled he can't see you crying especially when he's the reason.

"M' s' sorry baby. Such a dickhead I'm." He wipes your tears with his hands lost inside you hair and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

"Then again people had to throw it on my face that I've gained extra fats—" Harry grunted at this nose flaring, "who the fuck told ya—oh my god." His eyes enlarging and he felt so fucking remorseful that this's what you were insecure of from days.

"Listen to me y/n. You're exactly like how you were baby. Except more beautiful. Don't let any man, any woman to tell you that you're not. Don't let 'em hurt ye' bunny." He pulled you in his lap kissing your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder and he let you because you need it.

"Never hide your body from me bubba. You know that I worship it with my whole heart." He murmured and now you're full on crying with breath hitching, hiccuping like an innocent baby.

"M' an' awful person." He protested knuckles feathering your jaw, "no you're not."

"Yes I'm. You love me so much and–and I wanted to say mean hurtful things to you." You huffed at him when he smiled musingly, "because I was the one never giving my all lovin" to you how you deserve in the very first place. No' made sure you were eatin' properly or not, you know how worried I got findin' you practically drenched with sweat in bed that day? It was because of your low blood pressure."

He squeezes you in his arms, sponging light kisses at the side of your neck while you closed your eyes and he slipped his hand under your shirt tickling you hooking his thumb in your belly button.

"I'll love your soul in every body." His affectionate words soon turned into cheeky ones, "anddd yeh' know how much I like pregnant women."

You giggled at him smacking his shoulder but he captured it interlacing your fingers kissing the gap of your each knuckle.

That night. You guys made dinner together eating it with a big smile and gratefully for Harry you licked your plate clean.

"Sweets?" You asked him with a lowered gaze and a tilt of your head. He tapped his lips teasingly straddling you over his thigh and a moan fused into warm air when your lips slotted into perfect missing puzzles.

He admired. Sipped. Adored every inch of you tasting your mouth while his fingers kissed the dip of your waist and thighs.

"Hmm. Close your eyes open your mouth." He pecked your lips placing his thumb over your tongue and you obeyed closing your eyes shut.

Soon his thumb was replaced with dark sweetness and you instantly got on what he has done, immediately opening your eyes chewing the chocolate. Tangerine bursting on your tongue as the chocolate cracked open.

"Such a cute little mouth chews just like a bunny." He moans against your lips swiping at the hint of chocolate on your lower lip and you mumbled an appreciative 'thank you.' to him which was soon captured by his own mouth in the form of passionate kiss.

P.s: I freakin' love chocolates and this whole situation I wrote it on me because I know I've alot of people struggling through the same difficulty the thing's we've to be our own Harry.

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years ago

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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 1

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f recieving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!

In this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves in an unusual arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the Dwarven god, Mahal. What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or places, nor do I claim ownership of Tauriel’s character. )

You had been traveling with the Dwarves of Erebor for three months now. With them 24/7. You learned their habits, their nervous ticks, and their different personalities. You were finally accepted by them despite being a Dwarrowdam. They were incredibly protective of you, especially when you all entered towns or villages or encountered other races. They would push you to the center of the cluster.

Each night while on the road, they made sure you stayed warm. You were allowed to do what you liked, and at night, if you got cold, you were welcomed by any of the Dwarves to cuddle and keep warm. None of them ever taking advantage of you or touching you inappropriately. They would each take turns letting you cuddle and share body heat with them each night. You often woke to them curled around you, spooning you, their morning wood against your back. They never said anything about it as if it happened all the time and wasn’t because of your body being there. You always pretended to be asleep and waited till they got up and moved away before ‘waking’ and getting up for the day. Whenever you had to stay overnight in a tavern, you were told you’d stay with Thorin though. It was the one thing you were not given a choice on.

This was unnerving for you and Thorin knew it, but he refused to leave you in a room by yourself where they couldn’t protect you. The two of you would share a bed during those times, but he always insisted you sleep under the sheets and he on top. He slept on the side closest to the door with either his back to you or he lay on his back and would tell you that you were welcome to cuddle against him should you get cold. But inevitably, you would wake up in the morning to him spooning you, his member hard against your back and you tucked safely in his strong arms, your head nestled under his chin like he did when it was his turn to keep you warm on the road.

He never acknowledged it at first. Just like the other Dwarrow, and always quietly got up, and pulled on his boots, outer tunic, gear and his fur lined vest and slipped out of the room to get things ready for the day, leaving you to get ready on your own. Dwalin or Kili & Fili were always outside your door when you opened it to leave, making sure no one assaulted you while their King was not in your presence.

You began to notice, as you traveled with the Company that Fili seemed drawn to you more so than Kili, and Fili would often be the first one to greet you in the mornings with a cup of your favourite tea, regardless if you were on the road or in a town or village. Thorin too seemed to be drawn to you more after the first night he kept you warm on the road, taking more of an interest in you, making sure you were warm enough at night, and talking with you as you traveled, or training you with your sword.

He knew of your hidden arsenal from when they found you injured on the road, but had apparently forgotten about it, as the other Dwarrow had also seemed to have forgotten about it since your outer clothing provided a cushion that it couldn’t be felt through them, except for your sword strapped to your back all the time and the hand axes at your waist. You hadn’t needed to use the other weapons you had hidden on you since that attack and you supposed that since you never take them or your clothing off, and never have needed to use them, the Dwarves must’ve forgotten you had them.

The first time you entered the village with the Dwarves, though, you were forced to share a room with Thorin and suddenly sharing a sleeping area with him seemed so much more…. Well… intimate, then when you shared a sleeping cot and blanket on the road. Suddenly you felt uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do.

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“Why do you not undress for the night?” he had asked you. “I always sleep in this, Thorin. Have you ever not seen me sleep in this?” you indicate your clothing and sword sheathed to your back, your hand axes at your sides.

He chuckles, “No, Lass, the only thing you ever seem to remove is your boots.” He replies. “Why do you sleep like this?” he asks sitting down to pull off his own heavy, steel toed boots, then stands and begins to undress down to his night shirt and night pants.

You blush and look down at your feet as he does so. “Before I met up with you, I had no other protection. I learned quickly to keep my weapons on me at all times, even while I slept.” You explain, as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Isn’t that terribly uncomfortable?” he asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a frown.

You giggle, “I got used to it. I had gotten to be a light sleeper and have caught several goblins and curious trash pandas trying to pull my sword from my back, or my axes from my hips.”

“The goblins never survive that attempt, the curious trash pandas, I just scare, and they run away.” You chuckle.

“Well, humor me and for one night, remove your weapons and sleep restfully and comfortably. I will not take advantage of you; you have my word.” He says.

You sigh, knowing he will not relent until you do. You unstrap your sword and lean it against the side of the nightstand. You peel off your boots, lined with your throwing knives. Then you remove your outer clothing, being careful of the patches, working the flaps from the under clothing out carefully from the openings in your over clothes.

Thorin had noticed the first time they found you that your clothes seemed to have been patched in quite a few places and wondered why you wore clothes so tattered. Then Oin opened your blouse to check and treat the wound to your arm and side, and they saw the harnesses strapped to your body. Only he, Balin and Oin saw them though, Oin had made everyone else go find other tasks to do. Thorin had forgotten about the harnesses you wore under your clothing. He never felt them when you slept beside him.

His eyes opened in surprise, when you began to flip the patches up on your legs, and you began to pull out your arsenal of knives, daggers, and all manner of throwing weapons. He didn’t realize you wore them there as well! You worked your way up both legs, pulling the weapons out of the hidden sheaths strapped to your skin under your clothes, assessable only from the hidden openings through your clothing.

He began to blush when you pulled a beautiful jewelled dagger from the center of your back at the waistline, and then a curved, small dagger from sheaths under each of your breasts, and daggers out from your upper arms and forearms, under your sleeves. It took you a full 5 minutes to completely disarm, as far as he could tell.

“How many weapons do you have on you, Lass?” he asked, chuckling as he watched you with fascination. “Enough.” You reply with a smirk.

“You have more weapons hidden on you than even Fili does!” he exclaimed when he looked at the pile on the nightstand and floor. “No wonder why you do not remove them when you go to bed!” he chuckles.

“Is that all?” he asks once you appear to have finished. He wondered what you’d look like without the clothing on. He wondered how many sheaths you had strapped to you and what kind of harnesses you used to keep them all in place.

You grin. “That’s all you will be finding out about any time soon.” You quip. Earning a raised eyebrow from him. You just grin and lie down facing the wall.

“Emma.” Thorin says. You turn, “Yes, Thorin?” “Get under the covers. I will lay next to you on top of them.” He tells you.

You nod and pull them down under you and then climb under them. Pulling the bedding over the top of your frame, you face the wall once again, and he climbs in next to you. You hear him blow out the candle and the room is engulfed in darkness with only the moonlight coming in through the window’s cracked shutters.

You feel Thorin turn onto his side and he tells you “Good night, Emma.” Which you return to him with a “Good night, my King.” Making him smile.

You laid there for quite a while, listening to his breathing until it evened out and you knew he slept. You sighed. Never had you ever slept with a male alone in a bed like this, and though you trusted him, you were not comfortable with sleeping right next to him in a bed, but you had no choice.

You lay there trying to remember the things your Mother taught you about males on your ‘coming of age’ day, and all she taught you about joining with them. You were not about to reveal to him where your Mother had trained you to hide one last weapon as a last resort against an attack on your honor.

The dagger, your last resort, was a special Dwarrowdam’s design she helped you craft specifically to fit inside you and taught you how to behave to retrieve it should you be stripped of your clothing and need one last resort. She trained you how to contract your muscles to hold it and it’s sheath in place so it would never fall out. It took you months of practice, but you don’t even bother to think about it now except in times like this. It stays put regardless, if you are swimming, riding ponies, walking, running or fighting.

All Dwarrow women are trained for this and no unmarried Dwarf knows of this. Husbands are sworn to secrecy about it with a blood oath and are cursed if they ever mention it to anyone. As far as you knew, none of the living lineage of Durin knew about this except Dis, since she was a woman, and Dain, since he was the only one married, and neither were with you here.

No one knows that weapon was there inside you except you. Your Amad told you never to reveal it unless you were attacked by someone intending to rape you and you had lost all other weapons. The only other time you were allowed to reveal it was to your future Husband on your wedding night, before he takes you to be One with him.

You began to think about the Adulthood ceremonies for the men. You had heard some young Dwarrow boasting about what they had learned and how they learned it when you still lived in Erebor before Smaug had attacked. You assume Thorin had his Adulthood ceremony where he was trained to please a woman by his Father. You wondered if Kili and Fili and Ori had had that training yet. Probably not. You wondered what Thorin will do when that time comes. How will he instruct his Nephews? You knew it was usually a specially chosen Dwarrowdam of the person teaching the young man who was the one they practiced on. But how could ANY of the Dwarves in the Company instruct the boys? The only ones who were married were Gloin and Bombur and their Dams were not here, and there were no other women traveling with the Company except you!

Then you realized you were the ONLY Dwarrowdam traveling with the Company and that you might be called upon to be the one to allow the Dwarf teaching the youngsters what to do with a woman! You shot up in bed in a cold sweat, startling Thorin. He sits up quickly looking around for an enemy. When he sees none, he looks at you puzzled.

“Emma, are you all right?” he asks quietly.

“I-I I’m sorry, Thorin. I did not mean to startle you awake. I just… I’m sorry.” You say and put your head in your hands and cry silently.

He frowns. “What is it, Emma?” he asks gently, as he rubs your shoulder, feeling the straps from your harnesses under the threadbare shirt.

“I-it’s just, it’s just…” you trail off, ashamed. “What is it, Emma?” he says gently as he takes your face in his hand and turns it to his, wiping your tears with his thumb. You see the concern on his face as the moonlight shines on him.

“I’ve never slept next to a male in a bed, alone, this close before, not like this. It was always cuddling to keep warm on the road with your company and we were all in one big group together. I was just thinking about what all my Amad had taught me at my ‘coming-of-age’ ceremony, and I realized Kili, Fili and Ori, must be close to that age where they are considered an adult and are taught such things. I guess I just realized I’m the only Dwarrowdam traveling with you all and…well… I guess I freaked out a little.” You explain quietly, red faced and horribly embarrassed.

Thorin chuckles softly. “Lass, do not worry about such things. Yes, you may be asked, but we would not force you be a part of that if you were not willing. We would find another way to teach them what they would need to know.” He tells you.

“Come now, Sweetheart, lie down and try to get some sleep. No one will dishonor you on this trip by forcing you to be intimate. What you do with your body we leave up to you. If you decide to share yourself with those in my company, no one will frown upon it. You have been an honorable Dwarrowdam, and all of my men respect you and will not force you to do anything you do not wish to do.” He tells you as he gently moves you to lie down again, this time on your back.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, to lay next to me, I will move to sleep on the floor.” He tells you as you look up at him. “Oh! No, Thorin! I don’t want you to sleep on the floor! You’re my King! I should be the one to sleep on the floor!” you say wide eyed.

Thorin chuckles. “I would not have it said that the King made the only Dwarrowdam in the company sleep on the floor so he could have the comfortable bed. How about we compromise and share the bed? Would you allow that?” he asks as he sweeps a strand of hair from your eyes.

You stare up at his handsome face and his deep blue eyes that are studying your face, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Very well, my King.” You say quietly, lowering your gaze to his chest and night shirt that is untied and revealing his dark chest hair. You wonder what it feels like. Is it coarse or soft?

He smiles at you kindly. “I will not touch you inappropriately unless you wish it.” He tells you. Then lies down on his back, puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. “You are welcome to cuddle against me should you get cold.” He tells you without opening his eyes.

You lay there next to him and think about all he told you. His earthy, and musky scent surrounding you as you lie there. You realize it is a comforting scent and it calms your nerves now. You notice the room is getting colder now that the night has progressed. You can tell Thorin is still awake. “Thorin? Aren’t you cold without any blankets on you?” you ask.

“I will be fine, Sweetheart.” He tells you. You shiver and pull the blankets up around you. A half-hour later you are still cold. You turn on your side, facing away from Thorin and scootch up to his warm side. You feel him chuckle and he turns onto his side to face you. His chest against your back.

“Here, let me keep you warm.” He whispers and wraps his arm over your side and holds your hand. The two of you fall asleep with your King spooning you, and you wake to Thorin letting go of your hand and moving to sit up. You felt his hard on just before he moved away from you and you bit your lip realizing again just how big he was when hard.

You wondered how any Dwarrowdam could take that size into them. Your Mother never explained that. You realize that most of the Dwarves who kept you warm would wake up with hard ons and they all felt large like that. Are all Dwarves large like this or is it just these Dwarrow? You wonder. Regardless, you are grateful they never took advantage of you and treated you with honor.

Thorin pulled you out of your thoughts. “I’ll leave you to get ready, Emma. Hurry, though, we need to be leaving as soon as possible. We’ll have breakfast here then head out.”

You roll over onto your other side and see he is dressed and pulling on his boots. You climb out of bed and sit on the edge. When he stands, you say, “Thorin?”

He stops and looks over to you sitting on the edge of the bed looking at your feet. He comes over and kneels down in front of you. “Yes, Emma?” he asks.

“Thank you. For understanding about my fears, and treating me with honor. Many would not have.” You tell him, unwilling to look him in the face.

He caresses your face. “You are a treasure to our Company, Sweetheart. Your honor is safe as long as you stay with us. I will make sure someone guards the door now, when I leave. So you can re-arm yourself and change clothing if you wish without worry. No one will come in on you dressing. When you are ready, come out and join us downstairs.” He tells you and gives you a kiss on your head. “Hurry now.” he tells you and grabs his travel pack, weapons, and heads for the door.

Once it is closed, you hear him call for Dwalin, and you assume he has Dwalin guard the door for you.

You change into clean clothing and re-load your weapons into their proper holsters and harnesses. You sigh, realizing it was nice to be able to remove them for once and sleep with only the one inside you. Once you’re ready, you head out and open the door. Dwalin is standing right there and moves to the side once he hears the bolt slide and you open the door.

He looks at you and gives you a kind grin. “Sleep well, Lass?” he asks. You shrug. I’m not used to sleeping in a bed any longer. It took me a while to finally fall asleep.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Don’t worry, Thorin was perfectly honorable and left me alone. We just talked till I was finally able to fall asleep.” You tell him.

He chuckles and pats your shoulder. “Very well, then, Lass. Ready for some breakfast?” he asks.

You nod and he follows you down the hall and down the stairs. You join the Company for breakfast then everyone heads out.

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The Company often stopped near water sources when they could find them on the road. You were always invited to join them for a swim, but always declined and waited till they had finished. Then once all of them were settled for the evening, you would grab your bag from your travel pack and would head to the water source to bathe.

Whenever you did, you always felt a pair of eyes on you, though you could never see who they belonged to or where they were. They never showed themself to you.

You were careful to keep your back to the wooded area. You let your hair down out of the braids first and your long, dark hair always covered your body, so arms and legs and glimpses of your ass were all they saw. Your hair went down to just below your butt cheeks. It was long, sleek and jet black, though you had noticed some strands of silver starting to appear at your hairline around your face. You knew your age was somewhere between Fili’s 80’s and Thorin’s,190’s but that was not much for Dwarves.

You carefully unbuttoned your blouse and slid it off. You set it at your feet and then began to remove your many harnesses. Your best friend helped you design the harnesses for your journey to the iron hills with the caravans and was insistent on you having as many weapons to defend yourself as she could fit on you within reason. When you got separated from the caravan during an orc attack and just decided to wander on your own for a while before meeting up with the company, you were glad you had the means to defend yourself.

You knew you were littered in bruises from sleeping on the weapons and battling goblins and orcs and wargs. You had a few scars from them too. Luckily, they healed without infection thanks to Oin.

You felt the eyes on you as you slid off the harnesses and weapons from your arms and then your chest. You began to unlace your pants and kicked off your heavy boots, bending to set them next to your pack and pile of harnesses. You slid off your pants carefully, so you didn’t catch the multiple openings on the handles of your weapons. You shivered as the cool air hit you when a breeze came up.

You placed the pants next to your dirty shirt. Then you began to unbuckle all the harnesses from your legs. Leaving the one from around your waist that held the dagger at your tailbone for now.

You grabbed your soap and the dirty clothing and went to the water’s edge next to a large, bumpy rock. Taking your dagger from your waist band with, you jammed it into the sand by your knees.

Quickly you washed your pants and your blouse then draped them over a nearby bush to dry somewhat. Then you placed the dagger back in its sheath, removed the harness from your waist and left it on the bumpy stone by the water so you could grab it if you needed.

Wading out slowly into the cold water, you could feel your breasts and nipples tighten. You hated bathing at night, but it was the only way to be certain the entire company of Dwarves would not see you naked, though you suspected at least one was spying on you. You knew Thorin would never leave you unattended, not even to bathe.

You ducked under the water once it hit your waist, swam out a little further and then came up to wash your hair. You lathered the soap and got your har all sudsy and rinsed it out as you swam around under the water. Once it felt completely rinsed, you moved to the shallows and washed your upper body, then sat down on a rock at the shoreline and washed your legs and feet.

You ducked behind a large boulder at the water’s edge to remove the weapon from yourself and wash your privates and the sheath. Once it was all clean, you reinserted the sheath containing the dagger carefully back inside your tight cave and adjusted it till it sat properly, then you swam back out into the water and just relaxed for a while, leaving the bar of soap on the stone by your dagger.

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Thorin watched as you took down your hair and he marveled at it’s beauty and length. His breath caught as you dropped the blouse from your frame and he saw for the first time, all the bruises as well as the harnesses you had on you.

Seeing your arms and legs and torso all caged with leather straps and sheaths for your arsenal of weapons turned him on. He was impressed at the ease of getting them off and how it seemed to be a well thought out system. But it bothered him seeing the sheer number of bruises you had from those weapons pressing against you as you slept and fought.

He tried not to gasp when he saw your naked form kneeling at the water’s edge washing your clothes. A glint of something between your thighs caught his eye as you leaned forward to rinse the shirt you had washed. “What could you have there, that would glint like that?” He wondered. He knew some Dwarrow pierced themselves and wore jewelry all over their bodies to increase pleasures when it was shared with a Dwarrow, but this didn’t seem to be a piercing. He was curious now.

He watched as you waded into the water and swam out, washed your long, luxurious hair and then moved closer to bathe your body. “Mahal!” slipped from his lips in a quiet whisper when he saw your naked form from the front briefly. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was hard instantly and wanted you desperately. But he had promised you none would lay a hand on you to shame you. That it would be left up to you if you chose to share yourself with anyone.

He quietly stroked himself as he watched you dry off and marveled at how easily you put the complicated looking harnesses back on. He came quietly when he saw you bend and pull a clean pair of patched pants out of the bag and began to work them up your legs. He let out a quiet moan at the sight of your round ass facing him with the glittering object between your thighs catching the light of the moon.

You pause for a moment, listening and he bites his lip hoping you didn’t hear his moan. You continue to dress, and he quietly cleans himself off, tucks himself into his trousers and laces them back up, then moves away and circles the camp once he is certain you are dressed enough to defend yourself should you be attacked.

Thorin makes it back to camp from the opposite direction of the lake, carrying firewood he picked up along the way. He drops the pile by the cooking fire and then goes to sit where he left his pack.

“Where’d you go, Uncle?” Kili asked.

“To scout around and make sure there were no goblins or orcs or any such unsavory things nearby. And I collected firewood as I did so.” He tells his Nephew as he lights his pipe.

Dwalin just raises an eyebrow and looks at Thorin, not believing him for a moment. Dwalin decides not to say anything though. “Where’s Fili?” he asks instead.

Kili sighs, “He went to look for firewood too.” He’ll be back soon.” He says.

Thorin frowns. He was just going to get up to go look for Fili, when Balin comes and sits down by him.

“Thorin, we need to talk.” He says. “Fili is officially an adult next month. What are your plans for teaching him ‘the ways with a woman’?” he asks quietly.

Thorin growls. “I am not sure, Balin. It didn’t occur to me that Fili would be considered an official adult during the quest.” He said rubbing his chin. ‘I have no Wife nor Dwarrowdam to teach him by.” What do you suggest?” Thorin asks.

Just then you come walking back up to the campsite, your hair leaving damp streaks down your back. You have it up in a low bun with a stick through it holding it in place, because you realize you forgot the hair oil in your travel bag. You dig around in it and growl when you can’t find it in the pocket you remember putting it in. You groan when you see a hole in the corner of the pocket and realize the bottle must’ve fallen out.

“What’s the matter, Lass?” Dwalin asks when he hears you cursing in Khuzdul. “My pack got a hole in the pocket that I kept my hair oil in, and it must’ve fallen out while we traveled today. Now I have nothing to smooth my hair with so I can get the knots out of it.” You growl.

Thorin looks up when he hears this and sees you frowning. He pulls his bag over and digs through it. “Here, Emma.” He says and tosses you a full bottle of hair oil. You catch it and look at him stunned. “But…” you start to say, but Thorin interrupts. “Do not worry, I have more Emma, take it and use it so your hair doesn’t get all snarled.” He tells you.

You look down at your feet and quietly say, “Thank you, Thorin.” Then you head back to your pack and dig out your comb and hair ties and pins, then head back to the lake to comb out your hair and re-braid it in privacy.

Thorin’s eyes follow you as you move about camp then head back towards the lake. Balin takes note and grins. Once you were out of earshot he quips, “Has a certain Lass caught the King’s attention?” he asks with a knowing grin.

Thorin looks at Balin for a moment then clears his throat. “Balin…” he says in a warning tone.

“Thorin, someone needs to have the talk with Fili. She is the only one who can help you to teach him! We have no other Dwarrowdams available. Fili is your Nephew, so it is up to you to teach him.”

Thorin growls quietly so none of the other Dwarves hear. “How am I supposed to teach him, Balin, when I haven’t had a female yet, myself aside from my own coming-of-age day!”

Balin just chuckles. “Well ya have one there… you seem to fancy her, and you have a month to convince her to help you and learn what she likes and doesn’t.

Thorin growls. “Balin she realized this would happen and talked with me about it. She was quite upset. I promised her we would not force her into this and would find another way if she was not willing.”

“Well, Thorin ya’d better start thinking how else yer gonna teach Fili about pleasurin’ and lovin’ a woman and joinin’ with them without hurtin’ her. Ya know darn well how large the Dwarrow of Durin are, and how it takes more preparation to enter a woman, so we don’t hurt her! Ya went through the training even if you’ve not had use for it till now.” Dwalin teases as he sits down next to Thorin with his pipe in hand.

Thorin groans and rubs his face feeling outnumbered and ganged up on.

“Go talk to her, Thorin. Tell her how ya feel. I see ya watching her constantly since we found her. Yer always making sure she is warm and protected. Fili has picked up on that and is showing an interest in her too. Haven’t ya noticed he brings her peppermint tea every morning? He heard her say it’s her favourite. Fili asked Bombur and Bilbo to show him what Peppermint looks like so he can find some for her tea every morning since!” Dwalin tells Thorin.

Thorin groaned. “Great.” He says while rubbing his face. I will talk with her about it but not tonight. Let her be for the night.” He tells them.

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You’re sitting on the rock by the lakeshore looking out at the water. Running the oil through your hair as you finger comb out the larger knots, you again feel eyes on you. You glance around but see no one. You cautiously go back to oiling your hair until all the larger knots are out. You smile as the breeze picks up the scent of the oil. It smells like Thorin, which makes your heart skip a few beats.

Picking up your comb, you start to section off your long locks and begin to comb out the smaller snarls. Once it is all combed out, your hair just shines and is so glossy. You ponder how you want to put it up this time. You decide to just do a large six strand braid. You section it off and begin to braid it. You have to pull the length over your shoulder and finish the braid. Then you tie it off.

Glancing down at the bottle from Thorin, you put the cap back on it and pick up your semi-dried clothes and comb and take them and the bottle of oil back to camp. When you get halfway to camp, you run into Fili, who has an arm full of wood.

“OH! I’m sorry, Fee! Here let me help you!” you exclaim as you literally run into him and he drops the wood with an astonished look on his face.

You chuckle when you see his face get red and he bends to pick up the pieces of wood. “It’s fine, Emma.” He tells you. “I got it.” He says as he hefts the last piece back into his arm. “May I walk with you back to camp?” he asks.

You nod. “You may.” you reply. He stops for a moment. “Why do you smell like Uncle?” he asks. You giggle. “I lost my bottle of hair oil. It fell out of a hole in the pocket I had it in, in my travel bag. I needed some hair oil after washing my hair and Thorin gave me a bottle of his to use. Otherwise, my hair would be in knots by the end of the trip.” You explain.

“Is this your bottle?” he asks sheepishly as he pulls a bottle from his pants pocket. “I found it on the path this afternoon when you were at the front of the line talking to Uncle. Kee and I were at the back and I hit it with my toe, the noise caught my attention. I picked it up and opened it, and it smelled like you.” He explains as he hands it back to you. “I figured it must’ve fallen out of your pack.” He told you.

“Oh! Thank you Fee!” you reply and give him a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. He stands there surprised for a moment, then hesitantly hugs you back.

You two come walking back to camp talking and you head to your pack. You put the bottles in a different pocket then dig around for a needle and thread. You find some and then look for some fabric to use as a patch. You growl realizing you haven’t any sturdy cloth to patch the hole.

“What’s the matter, Em?” Balin asks, seeing you getting frustrated. He comes over and squats down.

“I have a hole in my bag’s pocket and I thought I had some sturdy fabric I could use to patch it, but it appears I have used all of it up to patch my clothes.” You explain.

“Here Lass.” Dwalin says as he comes over with a section of leather. “Will this work? Let me see this hole in your bag.” He asks.

You point at the good size hole and he holds the leather over it. Nodding he cuts off a section and then pushes it into the pocket and slides it over to cover the hole. “Hold it there and stitch around the hole, then sew along the edge of the leather so it doesn’t catch on the things you put in the pocket.” He tells you.

You nod. “Thank you, Dwalin.” You reply.

You start to sew the patch into the pocket around the hole first, then around the perimeter of the leather patch.

Balin watches you and when you are finished, he praises your sewing skills. “Where’d ya learn to sew like that, Lass?” he asks.

“My best friend back in Erebor was a seamstress. She escaped with me from Smaug’s attack and went to the Blue Mountains with the rest of the Dwarves. She taught me to sew all kinds of things. I made my sheath for the sword I wear, and other things as well.” You explain.

Balin nods. He asks, “May I see the sheath you made?” he asks. You nod and take it off.

Balin chuckles when Dwalin teases you. “Are ya actually taking that thing off fer once?!? How can ya stand sleepin’ with it on?” he asks.

You shrug and hand it to Balin to look at while you put away your sewing supplies. He notices immediately that the back part is heavily padded and that there’s even padding where the handle rests against your back. He sees the stitches are well done and that it is high quality leather work. He examines the tooling, and despite it being extremely worn and faded, it’s pattern and coloring is still recognizable.

He nods and hands it back to you. Dwalin chuckles and shakes his head as you put it back on and strap it to you.

Thorin watches the exchange and all he can think about is seeing you at the lake and how badly he wants to join with you and make you his. He suspected from the moment he first saw you injured from the Orc attack that you were his One. Now, he wants nothing more than to make it reality. But he is worried about Fili and how he will react. Why is he also pursuing you when he has not even been deemed an adult fully yet?” Thorin ponders these things for the rest of the night.

That night it is particularly cold, and he looks across at you shivering in your bed roll. You had chosen to cuddle with Bofur, but he had rolled onto his other side and was not cuddling you any longer. Your damp hair has frost settling on it, making it almost completely white, and he can see your breath escaping your trembling lips. He gets up and comes over to you and quietly squats down by you. You are shivering violently and mumbling quietly. He can see in the firelight your lips are turning blue.

He puts his hand on your shoulder, releases the buckle for the sword attached to your back, and leans it against your pack. Then he just decides to pick you up, bedroll and all and carries you back to his bedroll. He lays you down on top of his bedroll, lays down next to you and pulls you flush against him. Then tosses his fur lined coat over you and covers you both with his heavy blanket.

After a few minutes, you stop shivering and nuzzle your head under his chin and quiet down. You both fall asleep all warm and cozy.

That night, Thorin dreams he is visited by Mahal. In his dream, he sees Mahal creating three beings, two Dwarrow and a Dwarrowdam. The Dwarrowdam’s spirit is split into three pieces where as the other two Dwarrow’s are split only in two. He hears the Dwarrowdam cry out when her spirit is torn form her and he feels pain also as his is torn from him. The other Dwarrow also cries out at his spirit being torn from him.

Mahal gives each of the two Dwarrow a piece of the Dwarrowdam’s spirit, which calms and soothes the pain, and she is given a piece of theirs in exchange.

Then Mahal sets them in three different places / times on Middle earth. One in Erebor, and many years later the Dwarrowdam is also placed in Erebor, then Smaug’s attack happens and the second Dwarrow in his dream is placed in the Blue Mountains many years later. Suddenly Thorin wakens to Fili’s angry voice.

“Uncle! What in the name of Mahal are you doing?” Fili angrily says. Thorin opens his eyes, blinking from the sunlight. He frowns and looks up at his Nephew, who is holding a cup of tea and looking pissed at him.

“What do you mean, Fili? I was sleeping, why is that bothering you?” he asks quietly, trying not to wake you up.

“It’s not what you are doing, it’s who you are sleeping with.” Fili says angrily, but quietly as he plops the tea down by your head and storms off.”

You stir, but Thorin holds you close, and you fall back to sleep for a little while longer. Thorin frowns, thinking about his dream and then Fili’s reaction to finding you sleeping with his Uncle.

Thorin sees Balin is awake and Thorin slowly works his way out from behind you so as not to wake you. He leaves his blanket and fur coat covering you and he shivers in the morning air for a moment then goes to stand by the fire as his body adjusts to the sudden change in temperature.

He walks over to Balin, who smiles and hands him a cup of tea. Thorin sits down next to him seeing they are the only ones awake besides Fili, who wandered off towards the lake. “Someone is unhappy you moved in.” Balin says quietly.

“I only brought her into my bed roll because she was shivering so bad last night. Her blankets are not thick enough for these temps.” He replies. “She will probably be upset with me for doing so, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her laying there shivering all night, especially with her wet hair. It was getting frost on it and I didn’t want her getting sick. Her lips were turning blue when I picked her up, Balin” Thorin adds.

Balin hums, thinking. “Thorin, have you thought that perhaps she is Fili’s One?”

Thorin nods, “I have, but I suspect she is my One as well. Can a Dwarrowdam be two Dwarves’ One?” he asks.

Balin looks surprised. “Well, I’ve never heard of it happening, but I suppose if Mahal wished to do that, he could. It would make things incredibly awkward though. The two Dwarrow would have to be incredibly close and willing to share her between them. Not to mention trying to figure out which Dwarrow Fathered her children. Why do you ask, Thorin?”

Thorin tells Balin of his dream and Balin hums, deep in thought again. You need to talk to both of them, Thorin, and soon. Fili is your Heir, and your Nephew, if this isn’t taken care of quickly, it could cause a rift in the company that could destroy this quest and your kingdom.” Balin warns. Thorin nods. “Where did he go?” he asks Balin.

Balin points out towards the lake. Thorin nods and gets up. “Will you talk to her Balin, see if she feels the same way we do about her?” he asks. Again, Balin nods and watches as Thorin goes to try to straighten things out with Fili.

You wake up a while later and are immediately confused. Sitting up you see the familiar tea in Fili’s cup that he has been leaving for you lately. You smile and pick it up. You sit and wrap yourself in Thorin’s fur lined coat and his blanket. Smiling at his strong, musky, pine and tobacco scent lingering on them. You contentedly sip on the tea, looking around for Thorin.

Balin greets you quietly and comes to sit near you. “Did ya sleep well, Lass?” he asks.

“No, Balin. I was cold and having strange dreams last night. How did I wake up here when I went to sleep over there by Bofur and the log?” you ask confused, and sip your tea.

Balin chuckles. “Apparently Thorin saw you shivering last night. He said your hair had frost on it since it was still wet when you fell asleep. It got pretty cold last night, and he couldn’t stand seeing you shivering. He said he saw your lips were turning blue when he checked on you and decided to pick you up and brought you to his bedroll so you could share body heat and be warm.

Fili saw you sleeping with his Uncle this morning, and got upset and stormed off after leaving you your tea.” He informs you with a cautious look. You frown and sip your tea, trying to figure out why Fili would behave like this.

“You said you had strange dreams last night, Lass? Would you like to share them with me? Perhaps we can figure out what they mean.” He tells you, giving you a kind smile and a raised eyebrow.

You describe seeing a large being, who made two Dwarves and you. You tell him you felt like the being ripped out your soul and tore it in three equal pieces, putting one back into you, leaving you feeling strange and lonely.

You watched as he took the souls of the other two Dwarrow and tore each of theirs in half, giving them each one half of their souls back, and then giving each of them one piece of yours.

Finally, the being gave you each of the remaining halves of the two Dwarves souls, so you had a piece of each of them and they each had a piece of you but not of each other’s.

Then you describe how the being placed one of the Dwarves into the Lonely Mountain, and many years later you awoke there, and then you see him place the other Dwarf in the Blue Mountains many years after Smaug’s attack.

Somehow the three Dwarves find each other and the two male Dwarves share the Dwarrowdam. The older Dwarrow marries her first, and shares her with the younger who seems to be his Heir, but not his Son.

When the older one dies after a long and fulfilling life, the younger one assumes the throne and marries the Dwarrowdam he had been sharing with the older Dwarrow. They ruled together until the end of their days. She bearing him heirs and numerous Dwarrowdams.

The three of them were buried all together under the mountain in the same tomb room. When the younger Dwarrow and the Dwarrowdam finally died of old age.

Balin sits there listening to you tell him of your dream and is stunned. It is almost word for word what Thorin’s dream was except for the last part. He suspects Thorin’s dream was interrupted by Fili waking him.

Balin hums. If this is Mahal trying to tell them what he has done and why, then Balin decides he needs to talk with Fili and see if he has had this same dream. “Lass, do not be upset by what all has happened and your dream. I suspect Mahal has done something very special and unusual with you and Thorin and Fili. But I need to talk with Fili. He is not yet fully considered an adult, and so can’t initiate any kind of courtship, where Thorin can. I have a feeling Thorin may need you to help calm Fili and teach him the ways of the world of women.” He tells you cautiously.

You look at Balin for a moment in disbelief, then fright. “What?!? Balin how can I?” you squeal in fright quietly, so as to not wake everyone else. “I have not ever been with a male in that way! I know no more about those things, than Fili does!” you say quietly with tears in your eyes. “Thorin promised me he would find another way, he promised he wouldn’t make me do this!” you say as you begin to cry quietly.

“Come here, Lass.” Balin says as he opens up his arm for you. You come over to him and bury your head into his soft beard. He holds you and lets you cry for a bit. “Lass. I myself have never had the pleasure of a woman’s company in that way other than my coming-of -age day, which was a VERY, VERY long time ago. But I have been taught about it like all Dwarrow are, we are told it is something incredibly special and pleasurable with the right person. If Mahal has indeed made you both Thorin’s and Fili’s One, you have nothing to fear. They will both treat you well and will do their best to not hurt you. Thorin has had his training, and though he has never used it, to my knowledge, he will be gentle with you. Just keep the lines of communication open with both him and Fili. If either of them does something that you do not like, then don’t be afraid to tell them so and suggest they try something else.” He tells you.

“Now, you have 3 choices, Sweetheart. 1) You can let Thorin know your feelings for him, and let him get some practice in ahead of having to train Fili, or 2) You can wait and all three of you would have to learn together, which would be very embarrassing for Thorin and Fili both. Or 3) You can do nothing, and not tell either one, and refuse to help Thorin teach Fili. It would make it very hard for Thorin to teach Fili how to pleasure a female, and could potentially make their relationship very strained, it also could potentially destroy the unity of the company and the kingdom depending on how Fili and Thorin choose to handle all this.

We all want you to be happy, and comfortable, Sweetheart. You are loved by all of us, but the love that Thorin and Fili seem to have for you is deeper and stronger than anything else the rest of us have towards you. It is left up to you, but you need to talk with both of them and tell them of your dream and your feelings for each of them.

Just understand that Fili is off limits for you until the day intimacy and women are explained to him and he is trained to pleasure a female, and fully deemed an adult. If you do not wait, you shame him, disqualify him from being Thorin’s Heir, and you dishonor him, Thorin & yourself.

Understand, dear Emma, that without this training, Fili could greatly hurt you since he has no idea what he is doing and had no training yet.” Balin warns you.

You shudder and nod. “Okay, Balin.” You say quietly, then stand and walk back to Thorin’s bedroll. You lie down, cover back up and lay there thinking about what Balin told you. You ask Mahal if he really intended you to belong to two Dwarrow at the same time. And why Thorin and Fili. You pray quietly that he gives Fili and Thorin some kind of sign to clarify for them what is going on and what his will is.

You cry quietly a little more, afraid of what your future now holds. Not wanting to destroy the unity of the company and the Dwarves’ kingdom, but afraid to give yourself to the King and the Crown Prince at the same time. It’s unheard of and never been done before. Why you three? Why now? How will Thorin and Fili explain this to everyone? You know nothing of being royalty and ruling anyone! You wonder if it would be better if you just grab your things and slip away quietly, thus eliminating the problem.

You quietly get up, leave Thorin’s fur lined jacket and heavy blanket on his bed roll. You pack up your belongings and bedroll and bring it back over to your travel pack and put it away where it belongs on the pack. You take your blanket and wrap it around you and tell Balin you are going to go for a walk to think and try to figure things out. Forgetting that you do not have your sword on your back since Thorin had removed it the night prior.

Balin tells you to stay nearby in case Thorin comes back and wants to head out. He is worried about you and fears you will run now that you realize the danger your presence has created in the company unintentionally. Balin prays to Mahal to work things out quickly so this doesn’t affect the quest to reclaim Erebor.

---------meanwhile----------------

Thorin follows Fili’s tracks and finds him sitting on the large, bumpy rock by the lake where you had sat to comb out your hair. Fili had tears in his eyes and was holding a comb in his hands.

He turned when he heard someone approaching, tucking the comb in his pocket, and growled to see it was Thorin. “What do you want?” he grumbles.

“I want to talk with my Sister’s beloved Son, my Heir.” Thorin says quietly. “I know you are upset with me and frustrated. I know you are still a month away from the day when you will be fully considered an adult, and it seems you are struggling with the emotions you are feeling. I remember feeling the same way.” Thorin says as he approaches his Nephew and the stone. He sits down on one of the stones nearby.

“Fili, have you had any dreams of Mahal?” he asks quietly. “Dreams where you see Mahal creating Dwarrow and how he makes their Ones?” Thorin carefully asks Fili.

Fili is quiet for a few minutes, looking out to the lake. Finally, he replies, “Yes, Uncle. Though I do not understand it. I thought a Dwarrowdam and a Dwarrow are only meant for each other. How can a Dwarrowdam have TWO male Dwarrows be their Ones? And Why would Mahal do that?”

“I do not know, Fili. I can tell you what I dreamed; though I believe I was not allowed to finish my dream because someone decided to wake me up before it finished.” Thorin replies looking up at his Nephew with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, Uncle.” Fili answers, feeling bad he woke his Uncle from a dream that Mahal gave him to try to tell him something important.

Thorin explains to Fili his dream and Fili immediately realizes it is the same dream he had and fills Thorin in on what the ending of his dream was. They are both stunned and are quiet for a while.

“Uncle, do you think we were the Dwarves being formed in the dream and that Dwarrowdam was Emma?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know, Fee. We will need to talk with her and see if she has had the same dream. If she has, then I’d say that seems to be the case.” Thorin says, as he rubs his beard and ponders his thoughts on sharing Emma with his Nephew.

“It’s never been done before, that I know of, but would seem to make sense. You are my Heir, and Mahal only knows how long we all will live. I do not plan to have any children as I am content to have you as my Heir; but you, will need to have children with a Dwarrowdam to continue the line of Durin. Emma is not quite exactly between our ages. But she most certainly will outlive me. And is still young enough to bear you children and help you raise them, if this is the case.” He tells Fili.

“Uncle, do you think she will agree to this?” he asks. “I know I can’t touch her in that way for another month yet! How will this work?”

Thorin thinks. “I have been trained in the ways, but never had the opportunity to use it beyond that and practice it. I don’t know how I am expected to train you when I have not the experience, Fili.” Thorin admits quietly.

“Emma would have to be willing to join with me during this upcoming month so we can figure things out between us and then when your time comes to be shown and declared an adult, we can show you what we have learned. After that, we would just have to share her and all of us learn together since this kind of relationship has not been done before, that I have knowledge of.

If this would be acceptable for you, I am willing to talk to her about it.” Thorin offers. “I do not know how else we can make this work.” He tells his Nephew. “All I know is that we will have to figure out ways to share her in all aspects.”

Fili thinks about this whole situation. “I will do whatever you see is the best way, Uncle. I am sorry I got so upset. I thought the dream I dreamed was just my mind playing tricks on me. I didn’t realize Mahal had sent it to all three of us.”

“We do not know that for sure, Fili. We still need to talk to Emma about all this.” He tells Fili.

“Okay, Thorin, let’s go talk to her.” Fili says, getting up and waiting for Thorin to get off the rock he was sitting on. Thorin stands and steps away from the rocks.

Fili hops down from rock to rock till he is on the beach, then he follows Thorin and heads for the camp.

They get to camp, and everyone is up and milling about, waiting for breakfast. Balin is off to the side, thinking about this whole ordeal, wracking his brain if he remembers ever hearing if something like this ever happened before. He wishes he had access to Erebor’s library right now.

He looks up when Thorin and Fili enter the camp.

“Where is Emma?” Thorin asks after looking around and not seeing her. He sees her backpack and sword are still laying where her bedroll had been the night before and he immediately gets a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Thorin glances to his bedroll and sees his fur lined cloak and blanket are sitting on his. His heart drops and he begins to worry.

#thorin oakenshield #king thorin #dwalin #thorin fanfiction #middle earth #the hobbit #kili durin #balin #alternate universe #the hobbit au #Fili Durin #Emma #coming of age #training #lessons #practice #smut and fluff #angst

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: lmaooooooo this just gets gayer and gayer 💀💀

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Do you copy? This is a code red."

The rising sun makes its way through the blinds in Max's bedroom, its gentle yellow rays split into several thin beams and casting out over the three sleeping bodies splayed over one another on the floor. El's body still curled into Y/n's arm, her hair a mess. Y/n was splayed out on her stomach, crooked, as her head had edged its way onto Max's pillow and her legs fell over El's. All the while, a sleeping Max had resorted to using the back of Y/n's shoulder as a pillow.

And they were snug as can be, tucked away in sleep, drool threatening to drip from their parted mouths as Lucas's desperate voice rings out from Max's super com.

"I repeat, this is a code red."

The device seems to grow louder with every word, slowly but surely pulling the girls from sleep.

"Max. Do you copy?" Max lifts her head from Y/n's shoulder, scooching back onto her pillow, and begins palming the ground under her bed. "This is a code red."

Her hand finally finds the comms and she senses El lazily rise up onto her elbow. She presses the button and seethes into the microphone.

"Shut. Up."

She slams the antenna down and shuts off the device, throwing it back under the bed. Y/n hums into the pillow, eyes still closed.

"Mm... what's red?" She asks through clenched teeth, still much too tired to even move her jaw.

"Nothing," Max yawns.

She turns over in bed, nestling back into the rainbow sheets and finding herself nearly nose to nose with Y/n as El rubs the sleep from her eyes, finally joined them. El just settles her head back into her pillow, her tangled hair still falling over her face and blocking out the sun. She let out a soft yawn, letting sleep return to her as she snuggled back into Y/n's arm happy and warm.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Lucas stares at his super com in light shock as he looked between his friends perched on either side of him on the basement couch.

"She turned it off."

Simultaneously, Will, Lucas, and Mike's eyes all jump to the phone hanging on the wall.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The blaring ring of Max's telephone is the next thing to wake them, and Y/n groans. Max shoots up in anger, her long red hair falling over her glaring face.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." She seethes, pulling herself up to her feet.

"Tell him we're not home," Y/n mumbles, still fighting a losing battle with sleep and a foggy mind.

Max stomps across the floor, strategically maneuvering around her friends, and rips the phone off its receiver.

"I'm sleeping. Go away,"

"Max, this is Will—" her hand caught mid-air, the boy's words barely registering to her in time. Reluctantly, she brings the phone back up to her ear. "I need you to stay on the line, and please just listen."

When Will doesn't hear the click of the dial tone, he breathes a sigh of relief. His eyes dart over his shoulder at his waiting friends trying to feed him the words but he ignores them, turning away.

Max frowns into the phone at what he says next, his voice going pleading.

"Is Y/n there?" There's a pause, and Max frowns down at the phone when she thinks she hears light shushing. "And El? Are you guys all together?"

Okay, now she was bugging out a little.

"Why?" She asks, an edge gradually returning to her voice out of concern.

She glances over her shoulder at her two best friends; Y/n had finally opened her eyes and was trying to make sense of her surroundings as she squinted through the sunlight and El was flowing up at her, worried.

"Just, stay together, okay? Something bad happened, is happening, whatever. We don't really know, but we can't take any chances."

"Okay, what are you talking about? What's going on?" She presses.

"Just meet us at Mike's house, and I'll explain. We all will. Just get over here, quickly."

"What?"

"Hurry!"

And then the line went dead.

Max held the phone in her hand, her stare drifting off as Will's words echoed in her mind.

"What'd he say?" El asked.

"Yeah," Y/n yawned, finally pulling herself into a sitting position, her face puffy from sleep. "is everything okay?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Try Dustin again," Mike says, turning to Lucas.

"He's not answering," Lucas says.

"So, try him again,"

Lucas bites back a sigh and returns to his comms with a sigh. Will picks the phone back up, shooting Mike a knowing look.

"I'll try their house,"

Lucas shoots him a thankful look before returning to his mindless search.

"Dustin, do you copy? I repeat... this. is. a. code red."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Dustin watches from the very same ledge as Lynx Transportation hauls a cart full of shipments from Kauffman Shoes and Imperial Panda. But his mind was still spinning, trying to formulate possible answers as to just what he was dealing with as he scouts for their routine.

His eyes had caught on the third armed officer who approached the keypad holding a small plastic card, and Dustin made a mental note.

"That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately the Russian with this keycard has a massive gun,"

Sure enough, the metal doors swung open and the cart is pushed inside. Apart from his cautious glare on the armed guard standing watch, his eyes try to catch whatever lays beyond the threshold.

It looked to Dustin to be a storage room no bigger than his living room, stacked with similar boxes.

"Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it," Dustin concludes as he paces the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

Robin and Steve sit opposite one another in thought.

"But there's gotta be a way in," Robin mutters.

"Well, you know..." Steve stops twirling his hat, quickly reshaping the top with a quick puff of air before dropping it on the table and leaning in with a serious tone. "I could just take him out,"

"Take. Who. Out?" Robin blinked.

"The Russian guard," he answers obviously.

Robin leans back in her seat, nodding sarcastically at him through wide eyes and Steve scoffs.

"What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy,"

"Did you not... hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asks with crossed arms.

"Yes," Steve snarks, surprised. "Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be... sneaking."

"Ahh," Dustin nods. "Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually..." Dustin gives an all too casual shrug, knowing exactly what button he was pushing. "won a fight?"

"OH-kay, that was one time—"

"—Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?"

"Uh, listen. That doesn't count,"

"Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you."

Robin finds herself laughing, lazily rolling her eyes across the shop as the two continue to bicker.

"It was—"

Her grin slowly falls when her eyes catch something in the corner.

"—You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood,"

"...things all added up, yeah they sound bad but..."

As the thought grew into an idea, the grin returned to Robin. "That just might work,"

She was out of the backroom, hand diving into the tip jar faster than they could blink. They scrambled to the window in a baffled frenzy.

"Robin,"

She didn't answer, and when she made a break for the exit, Steve and Dustin tumbled out from the back room.

"Hey, Robin! Hey, what— what are you doing?"

"I need cash," she explains, backing out of the store.

"Well, half of that's mine," he pouts. "Where're you going?"

"To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up," she says with an excited smirk. "I'll be back in a jiff!"

With a quick two-finger salute, she had disappeared into the crowd leaving her privately self-proclaimed Dingus Duo at home base.

Steve sighs, looking to Dustin only to find him licking the scooper.

"Oh, dude," he scolds, yanking it out of his hands and returning it to his sling with a twirl. "Come on, man, not my scooper,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The trip to Mike's house had indeed been a quick one. When Max had relayed the message, a grave face became all of them. El and Y/n looked at each other and knew; their fears were being realized. And Max knew there was no more denying it, no matter how much she wanted to. No matter how much she needed to.

"I didn't think it was anything at first," Will says.

He was before his friends - most of them anyway - all of them seated around the coffee table in Mike's basement. He hadn't realized how much he had missed Y/n until he had seen her, nor her him. And neither had left each other's side since they gathered. She was sat beside him on a low footstool, El to her right on the upholstered chair, and him on her left; perched on the arm of the couch to the far right of Mike and Lucas.

Concern was etched on her features, as it was on all of them as they listened intently.

"I mean, I think I just didn't want to believe it." He sighs, locking eyes with Y/n knowingly. "The day I first felt it was at Day of the Dead,"

《•••》

And not unlike only months short of a year prior, when he felt himself ensnared in the terror and icy grip of the monster that lurked in shadows only he could see, Will Byers could feel his skin tightening painfully as goosebumps gripped his neck. It was a chill he hoped he'd never feel again, a chill that had nearly destroyed him and his family and friends. And Y/n. The passionate, fiery, hatred for the girl was the only thing about this icy monster that burned brighter than the horrifying memories it left with him.

"Will?"

Startled, his head is ripped to her direction, arm already slipping away from his neck as she stares at him in worry. She recognized the look in his eyes all too well, and immediately she knew something was amiss.

"Will, what is it?"

《•••》

"The power went out that night, too," Mike says in realization, and Will nods.

"And then I felt it again at the field near the Nelson farm the next day."

《•••》

Will stopped suddenly when the world plunged away from underneath his feet and the dark feeling returned. All the while, Y/n's voice faded into the distance as he gripped his goosebump-covered neck, looking fearfully out onto the horizon.

"Think they'll carry me if I fake a leg injury?" She chuckles, her voice far away and fleeting from him.

Despite the steady burst of hot air carried through the breeze and the sun beating down on his skin, he felt a total absence of warmth. And like almost like a phantom limb, all he can feel is panic and something dark, and desperate... Something angry.

"Will?"

《•••》

"Then again, yesterday outside Castle Byers,"

《•••》

As Will mingled with the dirt beneath him, the storm pounding against his back soaking him to the bone, he feels it again.

The same feeling he had felt the night before Dustin's return, the day of, and now...

Well, there was no denying it. No more running. This was real, and it wasn't something so easily shaken.

A great change was upon him and his friends, a change none of them were prepared for.

Shakily, he pulls himself to his feet, not entirely sure if the voice calling his name was real.

"Will?"

With a faraway look in his eyes, Will turns to his awaiting friends as his stomach plummets beneath the earth.

《•••》

"What does it feel like?" Max asks from her spot across the coffee table.

"It's almost like..." everyone watches patiently as Will draws on a thoughtful face, for once it seems, struggling for the right words. "You know when you drop on a rollercoaster?"

Y/n, Max, and Mike all nod.

"Mm-hmm,"

"Yeah,"

"Sure,"

"No," El says, still listening intently.

"It's like... everything inside your body is just sinking all at once, but this is worse," Will says, a faraway look in his eyes that Y/n knows all too well. "Your body... it goes cold. And you can't... breath."

Will's eyes jump down his wringing hands when he feels Y/n entwining her left with his right, interlacing their fingers and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He feels his shoulders slack at her warm touch and he sends her a thankful look before continuing, feeling just a little braver.

"I've left it before," he says through a wavering voice. "whenever he was close."

《•••》

He fearfully crept towards the front door. He came to a stop when he heard the dreadful sound of wood creaking and he watched in horror as the front door slowly swung open to reveal a reddish-purple sky, and the violent winds were carrying leaves and other debris with it. Something strange was growing around the outside of the house and he felt the familiar sensation returning.

He felt his blood run cold and his skin shriveled up, goosebumps breaking out all over. His breathing picked up and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he watched frozen in terror.

《•••》

"Whenever who was close?" Mas asked, fearing the answer she already knew.

Will tried to remind himself he was in the presence of his love and his friends but fear still gripped his lungs and threatened to steal his voice. Finally, with a trembling breath, he spoke the truth none of them wanted to hear, changing the rest of their summer - and possibly the rest of their lives - forever.

"The Mind Flayer."

《•••》

"Go away!"

It got closer. It was swooping in like a vulture but Will didn't give in.

"Go away! Go away!" Tears were streaming down his face, and the monster got closer.

《•••》

Y/n's eyelids fall closed at the mention of the monster that brought so much harm and grief to her and the lives of her loved ones as the truth hits her completely. Just the sight of his convulsing body and his weeping mother that day out on the field when the Mind Flayer got him was traumatic enough. Her eyes flicker back open, back onto the equally horrified looks of her friends and her grip on her boyfriend's hand tightens.

"I closed the gate," El reasons.

"I know, but," for a moment, WI loses his voice again and he clings to Y/n's touch like a lifeline bringing him back. He fears the words he is about to speak, not only for his sake but for everyones. For Y/n's. But the fear was too great to keep quiet. If it was even a real possibility, it had to be stopped. As soon as possible. "What if he never left?"

Shakily, he looks around the room with horror hidden within his hazel irises until they land on Y/n, full of grief. His voice was soaked with apology, unable to contain his worry.

"What if we locked him out here with us?"

Y/n's head turns to meet El's eyes, the two share an equally concerned and knowing gaze from beside one another. Her stomach was twisting into knots, the horrible, sickly feeling of dread that had been building for the past two nights was finally realized.

||𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"This is him," I say, throwing a spare piece of paper on the D&D table before us all. The six of us all stood together, finally surrounding the D&D table for all the wrong reasons but there's no time to think about that now. I grab the charcoal in hand and began frantically scribbling an all too familiar shape in charcoal. "All of him,"

"But that day on the field," I explain. "part of him attached itself to me,"

I fight the intrusive memory trying to overwhelm me, bringing back the phantom chill that has always lingered since that day.

《•••》

He stood frozen, now trapped in the swirling fog. Several black tendrils spawned from the mass and invaded Will and he could feel the evil presence as it possessed his body and settled in his very soul.

《•••》

I yank my hand across the page, pulling up my dirtied palm to show my friends before nodding to my left.

"Y/n got him out of me,"

《•••》

"I think it's an earthquake!" Mike cries.

A light breeze picks up in the tunnel from where they're headed, carrying with it a warm toasty wave of heat that answered their question.

"No, not an earthquake!" Dustin's eyes went wide from behind his goggles as he looked to the others excitedly. "It's Y/n!"

•••

The Henderson child had managed to pull herself from unconsciousness, and she now stood across the bed. Her arms were stretched out before her and a blazing fire resided in her eyes, a grunt pulled from deep within her throat. Three bloody lines where his nails had caught her ran diagonally down her vein-covered face. Each vein protruded from her skin as blood poured from her nose and ears.

Like a broken dam, all that raw power trapped inside her burst free. Y/n was a supernova, a sight to behold as everything inside her exploded all around her.

•••

Will's mouth opens in another scream and a billowing cloud of inky black smoke escapes. It twists and unravels out from between his lips like a pitch-black tornado.

《•••》

"and El closes the gate,"

I flip the page back over and my eyes trail across my friends' faces thoughtfully, the last of the pieces falling into place as I explain.

"The part that was still in me, what if it's still in our world?"

《•••》

It grows larger and larger, circling over the boy and looms over the entire room as it had the last few days. Will's body goes limp, falling back onto the mattress as the dark mass zips across the room and through the front door breaking it open.

Nancy quickly recovers her footing and chases it out of the door to assure it's leaving for good. Sure enough, when she reaches the porch she spots the black dust circle the trees before disappearing into the sky.

《•••》

I plant my charcoal-dusted hand on the paper, leaving behind a faint trace of black.

"In Hawkins," I conclude.

"I don't understand," Max began. "The Demodogs died when El closed the gate. If the brain dies, the body dies,"

Y/n shook her head gravely from beside me, standing up a little straighter after leaning against the table.

"But the brain didn't die," she sighed heavily in realization. "Not all of it. So the part that was in control, lost. And so did the army, but, enough must have survived... And now after all this time..." She trailed off.

Mike nodded from beside me.

"Exactly," he said. "We can't take any chances. We need to assume the worst... The Mind Flayer is back."

I feel Y/n shift uncomfortably from beside me, her eyes drilling holes into the paper as she chews on her lip and I feel a tug in my chest. But the others were still looking towards me, waiting, and so was she so I continued.

"And if he is," I begin, hesitant to tear my eyes away from her. "He'll want to attach himself to someone again. A new me,"

Once again my eyes meet with all my friends as the very air around grows thicker, and Lucas finally concludes what we all fear.

"A new host,"

I nod and the room falls quiet again at the challenge laid before us.

It was difficult enough facing an enemy as powerful and ruthless as the Mind Flayer, but I think it helped our chances considerably he attached himself to me; someone who already had some insight on his territory, the Upside Down. Not only that, but I was indescribably lucky enough to have the people I have in my life who fought for me. The chief, Bob, my friends. Jonathan and my mom, and of course Y/n.

But his next victim could be anybody, and that's what makes him even more dangerous.

Finally, Y/n broke the silence - the second time she had spoke since the news had been broken. If I thought she was terrified before, I was dead wrong. I saw pure dread growing in her eyes as they trailed from El's and up to mine, widened and shining. It was with a plunging stomach I knew she had our first clue.

"Oh, no,"

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page-doctor-bekker · 3 years ago

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Exposé - msbp!au

(A/N) So this is like, an exposition I guess. It’s necessary for the rest of the story. Ginormous trigger warning for allusions to child abuse, gaslighting + manipulation.

Sarah's vision blurred, as she faded in and out of consciousness. The pain is intense, and she feels like she might die. This isn't survivable. The worst of the pain hits her all at once, and she lets out a blood-curdling scream into her gag. After that pain, nothing.

"Oh Sarie, I have some bad news," His voice cut through the pain, like a scalpel in her lower back, "You're going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life..."

"Good morning Sarie," Sarah's dad sung, turning on the overhead lights as he walked into her room. He was holding a medium-sized pink bin, lined with a sterile sheet to create a sterile field, with a few syringes and medications, as well as sterile gloves, alcohol swabs, and a few other supplies. Sarah was scared awake, letting out a short groan. Her dad pulled a chair up, before pulling on a pair of gloves and disconnecting Sarah's PICC line from her overnight infusion.

He opened up a 10mL saline flush, screwed it onto the end of her line, and slowly pushed the plunger, drained the syringe into the line. Next, he pulled out another syringe, this time a 3mL syringe, half-full with clear liquid. He connected the syringe to the line, and administered the medication. She almost instantaneously felt calmer and sedated, as the Ativan coursed through her system. He proceeded to flush the line with more saline, then a syringe of Heparin. After that flush, he finished off the line by screwing on a swab cap. He tucked the line under the PICC cover, and pulled off and disposed of his gloves. Lastly, he helped Sarah sit up, and guided a small cup of pills into her shaky hand. He gave her a water cup with a straw, and helped her take her pills.

Sarah's dad moved her wheelchair closer to the bed and locked the wheels. He gently took the blankets off of her body, and threaded his left arm under her knees, and his right arm under her armpits around her body. He lifted her into her wheelchair, and buckled up her seatbelt. He hummed to her as he put her minimalist neck brace on to keep her head from flopping forward. The brace had a strap around the back of her neck, with two hard plastic pieces at the sides of her neck. The top of those plastic pieces split off onto a chin pad to hold her chin in place, and the bottoms of the plastic pieces split off into two rods that joined in a v-shape at her sternum.

Sarah’s dad turned off her overnight oxygen concentrator, and started peeling the cannula tape off of her prominent cheekbones. Sarah coughed a few times as the oxygen stopped.

“Today is tube change day,” Her dad announced, and Sarah was wheeled into the kitchen where she was sat at the table. Her dad started rummaging through the formula cabinet, "Do you want something to eat before we leave for the hospital?"

Sarah was quiet for a moment, trying to process those words through her Ativan-jumbled brain, "...Yes..." She finally decided, speaking slowly, "Can... I have... a..." She paused, thinking of what she wanted, "Cereal..."

"Yes," Sarah's dad confirmed, moving to fix her a bowl of cereal. A few quiet, zoned-out minutes later she was presented with a bowl of fruit loops. Her dad fitted the rings of her adaptive spoon onto her pointer finger and her thumb, and she started to spoon her cereal into her mouth. Her dad sat down to supervise as always, to make sure she didn't aspirate.

He multi-tasked, filling her feed bag with four cartons of formula and 8 ounces of Miralax mixed into water. He closed up the bag, and fitted the tubing into the Infinity pump. He flipped the bag upside down, and pushed the button to prime the tube. Once formula started dripping out of the end of the tube, he stopped.

Sarah's dad lifted her shirt, gently pulled the split gauze off from around her tube, and cleaned the area, "Today we have..." He grabbed the small fabric circle from the table, "Purple and pink stripes!" He fitted the tubie pad around her tube and clipped it together, and let her shirt fall.

Sarah finished her cereal, and watched as her dad tucked the bag of formula and the pump into one of Sarah’s various backpacks, and hung it on the back of her wheelchair. This particular backpack was a pale pink, with a panda on the front. On the lower right side of the backpack there was a plastic port where the tubing came out of. On the right side of Sarah’s wheelchair, between the back of the chair and the armrest was a velcro strap that held the tube out of the way of the wheel. He left her for a moment, grabbing an ice pack to tuck into the bag with the formula.

Sarah watched him, puzzled and confused, “Why aren’t you starting feeds?”

“Yes, we are going to the hospital today, you are due to have your tube replaced,” He started a sterile field, and started to draw up the day’s medications, five IV syringes and one G-tube syringe. He capped the syringes and tossed them into a plastic bag. He put her nighttime pills into a small pill container, and put it in the bag as well, “Just in case we aren’t home in time,” He put the bag into her backpack, “

Sarah started coughing a dry, rough cough. Her dad rubbed her back with one hand, and reaching over onto the table for her portable oxygen concentrator. He tucked the cannula into her nose and turned it on. She started to breathe easier, and her dad smiled.

Once she started to feel better, he spoke up, “I need to stop the machine so I can put this in your backpack and organize the tubing, okay?”

She nodded, and he turned the machine off and unplugged the tubing from the machine. Working quickly, he looped the excess tubing up and secured it with a tubie clip that he clipped to her shirt. He fed the tubing through the the velcro port in the back of her wheelchair, then through the port in her backpack. The oxygen concentrator went into the backpack, and he turned in back on once it was set up.

Once she was all set up, her dad looked at his watch, “I think it’s time to get this show on the road!”

Sarah nodded, and leaned against her headrest while her dad pushed her through the house, then out the door.

Sarah dozed all the way to the hospital, barely lucid enough to realize when she was being taken out of the car, and into the hospital.

“Let’s take a look at the ol’ g-tube then, ready?” Sarah was woken from her daze by the doctor, a brunette woman that Sarah had seen multiple times before, Dr. Manning.

Sarah nodded at the doctor, leaning back and lifting her shirt up to the underwire of her bra, exposing the tube.

“Mind if I give her her 11:00 meds?” Her dad inquired, looking at his watch. The doctor nodded and Sarah’s dad stole a pair of gloves from the wall and started fiddling with her PICC line. He pushed her morphine first, which immediately started to chill her out even more than the Ativan. The next medication was Benadryl, which was followed by saline and Heparin.

As the Benadryl kicked in, Sarah dozed off just in time for Dr. Manning to pull the tube out for the change.

An indiscernable amount of time later, Sarah woke up in a hospital bed, a different room from the procedure room she had been in before.

“Sarah?” Her dad whispered, looking up from his phone. Sarah made a noise in the back of her throat, feeling a thin tube down her throat, and rubbed her eyes, before looking at her dad.

“Dad?” She croaked, “Where... Why are we here? Why do I have a nose tube?”

“You have an infection,” He explained, scooting closer to her bed and grabbing her right hand, “In your tube. They want to keep you here because of your immunodeficiency, they want to be a little more aggressive this ti-”

There was a knock at the door, and a doctor and a nurse walked in. They both helped themselves to some hand sanitizer off of the wall, and greeted her dad. Sarah settled back down, staying quiet.

“Whenever ANYONE in the hospital comes to talk to us, you stay QUIET. Do you hear me? Sarah, look at me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? You are to remain absolutely silent. Do not tell them anything, you don’t understand what you’re talking about anyways. I’m the only one that can advocate for you. You’re only going to make things worse.”

“Do you have any idea how this infection might have started? Any other signs of illness, maybe another infection that spread? Have you travelled recently?”

“No, none of that.”

“And you’re always touching the tube with clean hands, cleaning it twice a day, using clean gauze, clean supplies, bathing often?”

“Yes, very clean. I’m very careful. She’s immunocompromised, and I would never do anything that could put her in danger.”

Sarah’s stomach churned. No, not clean.

“And you’re the only one who handles her tube? Is mom involved? Home healthcare nurses, babysitters?”

“Nope, it’s just me,” Sarah’s dad laughed, “Her mother took off, left me in the dust. No help I ever see! And I don’t let anyone else handle her tube.”

“Well, I think we’re going to go in for endoscopy to see what’s going on inside, see if the infection is in her stomach as well, maybe bacterial gastroenteritis, ulcers, buried bumper syndrome. We’ll see what we can find and take some more cultures.”

“Dirty tube...”

Sarah’s dad looked at her with a wrath hotter than a thousands suns, and then chuckled at the doctors, “Sorry, she just woke up. Sometimes she echoes what she hears from others, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“My tube is dirty,” She asserted groggily.

“Sweetheart, they just cleaned it an hour ago, it’s not dirty,” Sarah’s dad reassured, squeezing her hand. She sighed, and laid back.

The doctor left, and Sarah’s dad dropped her hand aggressively, “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, “They will take you away from me and hurt you. Is that what you want?”

Sarah shook her head.

“You will die without me. Do you understand? I do everything for you. I care for you, I do everything with no help. God forbid I make mistakes. God forbid I forget things sometimes.”

She looked away.

He grabbed the tube and pulled her to face him, which yanked the tape off of her cheek. She coughed as the tubing shifted in her throat.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” He scowled at her, before putting on a worried face, “Nurse!” He flagged down a nurse walking by their door, “She pulled the tape off. Poor thing, she doesn’t understand.”

(A/N) anyways sorry ava wasn’t in this one, i just needed to set the scene lol. hope you enjoyed!

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silma-words · 4 years ago

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14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” for adrian x mc?

N/A: Thank you for the prompt @detectivedumortain 😊 I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you will like it!

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Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Alcohol consumption

Category: Random fluff

Summary: Bloodbound AU (after book 1 – the events of book 2 never happened) – While Ellie is gone out with her friends, Adrian receives a much unexpected message from her after she has had one too many drinks…

Inspired by prompt #14 from Prompt List #1: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

Words: 2450

**Disclaimer: Characters and background plot are the property of Pixelberry.**

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The hangover

Adrian was lying lazily on his couch, nose buried deep in the folds of an old worn-out book, when a sound made him jump out of his concentration, drawing his attention to the phone lying face down on the coffee table. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the device and the page he very much wanted to keep exploring. When the ping was immediately followed by another four, he smiled fondly and dropped the book onto his lap, knowing with certainty who these texts would be from.

*You don’t know what you’re missing*

*Drop your boring book and join us*

*I promise you won’t regret it*

*They have that fancy whiskey you love, Macallan Sherry Oak*

*And play decent music that even you would approve of*

Her texts made him chuckle, secretly filling him with warmth knowing that she was thinking about him on her night out with Lily and a few of their friends. As much as Adrian wanted to spend all of his time with her if he could, he was convinced that they both needed some time for themselves once in a while. Especially when Ellie and Lily were planning to meet with some of their common friends, with whom it was always a little tricky to keep up appearances to make sure they did not find out about the vampire world.

Adrian was not a huge fan of texting, but he couldn’t leave her hanging. That, and he also did appreciate the chance to interact a little with her despite the distance.

*Macallan Sherry Oak, hum? Consider me impressed*

The fact that she remembered which whiskey his favourite was made him smile. She did not lie during her interview: she did have a great memory.

*Sounds tempting, but maybe another time? I feel that I’d enjoy this new bar way more with you alone*

Once he read over his text again, he worried for a second that it might have been a tad too blunt. He really needed to get a hand around these ‘emoji’ thingies, and start using those. It took a few minutes until the phone pinged again with her response.

*Is that a date then, Mr Raines?*

The winking smiley face ending her message eased his worries instantly. Another proof that emojis did actually have a purpose.

*Sure it is, Miss Reed*

His answer was met with a flurry of pictograms, making him smile brightly, before he drifted back to his reading, confident that Ellie would be soon too distracted by her friends to continue their exchange. And he was right. His phone remained awfully quiet for hours, letting him indulge in his ‘boring book’ (her words) and slowly doze off on the sofa.

When he eventually woke up from his unexpected nap, his attention was captured by the flickering light of his phone, indicating that he had missed a few notifications while he was out. A couple of work emails, a few newsflash from his financial news app, and... eleven text messages, and five missed calls. All from Ellie.

He raised up quickly to sit properly and open the messages, a ball forming in his throat at the idea that maybe something had happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. This woman had a talent for trouble. But his worries faded instantly upon browsing quickly over her texts, which were... nothing but a succession of random pictures of her evening, accompanied by random sentences full of typos. The series of text ended with a bunch of random fruit and veg emoji that Adrian was not quite sure how to interpret.

Adrian chortled at this. Well, the girls were having a good night by the looks of it!

Checking the timing of her missed calls, he saw that these had been only a few minutes apart, but that she had eventually left a couple of voice messages. He could not repress a laughter upon hearing her inebriated voice as he started listening to the first recording, nearly able to picture from her pitch the blissful smile that must have adorned her lips as she spoke.

*Hey, handsome! I guess you’re probably asleep or something but... huumm, I just wanted to hear your voice... because I... hum, well... I guess ‘cause I’m missing you like crazy right now and I wish you were here... although tis’ probably best you’re not, you’d probably be embarrassed of my sorry drunk ass right now but... aaarh, I guess I just wanted you to know that I miss you, even if I see you aaaalll the tiiiime and... aaarrg I probably shouldn’t say that... you’re goin’ to freak out and think I’m like some kind of overly needy panda bear clinging to your leg... oh god, why the hell am I sayin’ t...* /end of message/

Adrian’s smile was nearly reaching his ears by the time that first message was cut by the robotic voice, the corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement, but his eyes gleaming with warmth at the sound of Ellie’s declaration. The seconds he had to wait for the next voice message to play nearly seemed interminable.

*Hum, well... sorry about that... hum… right, hum… nevermind! Well, I should probably get going now and leave you to whatever your old ass is doin’ right now but… aaarh I guess I’ll see you soon at work on Monday anyway… or before if you want, or… but if you don’t that’s fine… aaarh ok, that’s me hanging up now, before I get even weirder… byyyye!! I love you!.......... ooohhh sh…* /end of message/

Well. That was a hell of a message. Adrian was beaming, the sound of her voice still ringing in his ears, the sweetness and awkwardness of her ramble warming his body all over. And his heart was slowly restarting after it had jumped and landed with a thud when he had heard her last words.

He had definitely not been expecting that. Neither did she, by the sound of the muttered curse that seemed to have followed. Neither of them had spoken these words before. Neither of them had dared rushing things by voicing their feelings out loud. Although to Adrian, those feelings were as clear as day. Silently expressed in the way he looked at her, touched her, cared for her. But he did not want to presume that Ellie was feeling the same, although he had been desperately hoping so. Hearing her saying it out loud was a relief, an unexpected gift that he was not still entirely sure he deserved.

But what to do now? Should he say it back? Run to find her to tell her he felt the same? She might not even remember saying it, judging by the state of intoxication she seemed to have been under when she called. She might even regret it, or might not have even meant it. The conflicting thoughts now rushing through his head instantly washed down the smile from his lips. Oh God, it was like being a teenager all over again!

He had to go and see her. At least to check if she had made it home ok.

His mood swinging from elation to anxiety as he was replaying her messages in his head, he made his way to Lily’s and Ellie’s apartment, eager to see her but nervous about what he should say. That journey seemed to last forever. So did waiting at the door for someone to let him in, his ears trained on the slow and familiar heartbeat he could hear through the solid wood. Luckily, Lily was quick to answer the door, although she was clearly surprised.

“Hey A!” she greeted him with a smile, before furrowing her brows in concern. “Oh no, what kind of messages did she send you? Did she freak you out?! That was a bit of a struggle at some point to get her hands away from her stupid phone..!”

“No, no, don’t worry Lily”, he reassured her. “I… I just wanted to check up on her as the night seemed to have been quite… wild?”.

Lily sniggered at his choice of words. “Oh yeah, that was a good night!”, she beamed, gesturing for him to come in, before adding with a grin, “… although I don’t know what Ellie would say right now… I had kind of forgotten the lovely after-effects that overly sweet and cheap cocktails can have on a human organism… and so did she, I reckon.”

Lily giggled a little at this, shooting an adorable apologetic grin at Adrian as if to prevent him from even thinking about blaming her for Ellie’s massive hangover. If she had reached that stage yet.

“Well, may I go and see the damage for myself?” he asked with a grin.

“Be my guest! But I hope you have learnt how to block your nostrils over the years, coz in there... yuk!”

They both shared a laugh at this, as Adrian dropped his coat and jacket on a chair before heading towards Ellie's room, bracing himself as he knocked softly at the door “Ellie? May I come in?”

His call was met by the sounds of ruffling sheets and by an intelligible grumble that he interpreted as a ‘yes'. Slowly pushing the door open, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room to find Ellie’s form, surprisingly not tucked in the sheets, but instead awkwardly sat on the floor by her bed. Her cheek was resting on the edge of the mattress, her arms sprawled around her head lazily as if to prevent herself from slipping off to the floor.

Adrian quietly crossed the room to kneel by her side, laying a comforting hand between her shoulder blades while reaching over her arm to brush away the sticky strands of hair from her face, revealing a pale figure staring ahead into nothingness, her mouth slightly open as she was taking in shallow breaths.

“Oh sweetheart…” he sighted softly, offering her a warming smile as her eyes finally seemed to have focused on him. Caressingly gently the burning skin of her temple, he offered: “Do you want to stay down here, or do you want me to move you to the bed?”

It took Ellie a while to answer, as if gathering her thoughts as well as her strength to voice them was beyond achievable for her. She finally nodded weakly, her lips finally moving to let her feeble voice out: “I tried but… couldn’t get back on the bed after I…”.

Nodding back at her to show her that she did not need to say any more, he pressed a quick peck on her forehead before gently moving around to collect her limp body in his arms and deposit her carefully onto the bed. Helping her out of her clothes was the next step, and Ellie did not complain whatsoever during the whole process, focused on keeping her eyes closed to try to ignore what this shuffling around was doing to her stomach. Once he was done, Adrian sat by her side on the edge of the bed, one hand holding hers onto his lap, the other on the side of her neck so he could brush his thumb over her cheek soothingly.

“Sounded like you had a great night yesterday” Adrian teased, as Ellie looked at him with foggy eyes, attempting to raise a sceptical brow but failing miserably.

“Yes we had… but” she had to stop for a second, her stomach heaving dangerously, “not so much fun now”.

“Yes I can imagine”, he chuckled lightly, his eyes roaming over her features to check everything else was alright.

Lost in the peaceful silence that was filling in the room as she was gradually relaxing next to him, securely tucked in in the bedsheets, Adrian had nearly forgotten why he had initially rushed to her place. That was until he saw her eyes suddenly snap open and her brow furrow, as she broke the silence to ask: “Wait… what do you mean by ‘sounded like you had a great night’?”

Well, at least that answered his previous concern that she might not remember was she had said in her messages. He could just pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, and leave it at that, hoping that those words would grace her lips once more in the near future, under better circumstances. Hopefully. Except he did not want to pretend. Or could not.

“You don’t remember calling me last night?”, he asked softly, unable to hide the gleam of expectation in his eyes.

Her frown and confused gaze answered his question before her lips did. “No I….” she started, before suddenly widening her eyes in silent realisation, as glimpses of last night’s drunk endeavours resurfaced to hit her in the face. Eyes wide, she was starting to remember… bits after bits… and then all of it.

“Oh nooooo…”, she muttered, the blood somehow suddenly finding its way back to her cheeks despite the weakness of her body. If the flush of her skin and the thumping of her heart were not enough to ensure Adrian that she was now remembering everything she had said, the sheepish smile that adorned her face as she dropped her eyes to their joined hands was proof enough.

Squeezing her hand a little more tightly, he braced himself: “Ellie, I…”

But as he was about to speak, Ellie suddenly straightened up in the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and she heaved once more, her body violently reminding her that now was not the time for heart-to-heart conversations. No. Now was the time for her to pay the consequences for over indulging on G&Ts and margaritas a few hours before.

Clutching Adrian’s arm to keep herself up, she pleaded weakly, the corner of her mouth curled in a feeble smile that showed that she was admitting defeat: “Adrian, please… just… please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to…. I’m gonna need you to carry me to the bathroom…”.

If Adrian was a little disappointed, he did not show it. Probably because he knew that now was clearly not the right time to discuss this. And probably because he could see the reassurance in her eyes that she was not going to take her words back. They would get to this part again eventually, there was no point in rushing things just because the alcohol had loosened her lips.

Smiling at her warmly, he simply nodded, pushing the bedsheets away to cradle her trembling body once more in his arms and carry her to the bathroom. She was right. Now was not the right time. He would tell her. Eventually. Just not right now.

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lovetorn · 5 years ago

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the morning after [harry styles]

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: the morning after but not in a sexual way - harry and y/n are best friends, but after a party, they realise it might be more. warnings: literally nothing inspo: sweet disposition - the temper trap a/n: first harry imagine woo ahaha anyway, i hope you enjoy it even though it’s legit the same ‘best friends to lovers’ trope that i always use.

Harry placed hot, sensual pecks on Y/n’s neck, the feeling putting her in utter euphoria. His large hands ran down her sides while his rings prompted goosebumps to gloss her skin. In Kendall Jenner’s mansion, for her 24th birthday party, Harry and Y/n danced, yet they were strictly best friends. But for the night, they had agreed to try something more. And, as Harry’s lips moved from her neck up to her cheek, he painted wonderful lies on her that would wash away with the night.

Y/n scolded herself for not closing the blinds last night when she squinted into the morning sun. She groaned, screwing her eyes shut as she turned away from the window. Y/n then quickly turned over to see empty white sheets, he was definitely there last night. Sitting up, she brought her hand to her forehead, the pounding in her head was definitely there as well. Tears pricked her eyes as she groaned, yep, this was worse than she thought.

As Y/n’s feet hit the plush carpet, the sound of the shower turning on caught her attention, her head throbbing as music followed the steady stream of water. She swayed as she stood, laughing to herself as she made her way to the bathroom to find her Advil.

Y/n’s hand gripped the doorknob and she opened the door slightly, the pungent scent of Bath and Body Works hitting her in the face.

“H?” She said over the music. Harry opened the foggy shower door, her loofah in his hand as he sung the lyrics to the song that was echoing throughout the bathroom. Y/n slapped her hand over her slackened jaw before she broke out into giggles as Harry’s laughter bounced off the tiles.

Y/n’s breathing had calmed as she stared in the mirror, examining her panda eyes from the mascara she forgot to remove last night. She ran her fingers under her eyes before she opened the numerous drawers and cupboards in the bathroom; the Advil was nowhere to be found.

The water shut off and Harry walked out, snatching the towel off of the railing. Y/n stared into the mirror, refraining her eyes from moving down his body as he secured the towel around his waist. Harry’s hair was dripping water onto the floor at a steady pace and Y/n cringed, laughing slightly at how his locks laid flat against his forehead.

The music caused the cup that held her green toothbrush and Harry’s purple one to shake and he apologised for having it so loud. Y/n shook her head, smiling softly at him in the mirror before she walked out of the bathroom, letting him have his privacy.

Y/n had been changing the sheets on her bed when Harry had finally emerged from the bathroom, towel still around his waist and toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. His tattoos stood out against the sun that flooded into the room and Y/n swore she got lightheaded for a moment.

“Yes, H?” She laughed, tossing the dirty sheets near the bedroom door. He blubbered an incoherent sentence as Y/n gave him a weird look, “What?”

Harry rolled his eyes, snatching the toothbrush away from his mouth, “what’s for breakfast?” He asked, a small grin playing on his lips. Y/n only shrugged, throwing the pillows that were on the floor onto her unmade bed. Harry groaned, his damp hair falling over his eyes as he turned back into the bathroom.

Y/n walked around the other side of the bed where her phone laid. Perching on the edge of the mattress, she unlocked it and scrolled through her notifications. She furrowed her eyebrows as her Twitter was getting more mentions than usual. She inhaled sharply as images from last night were plastered on her timeline.

“Ohhh,” She trailed off, recognising that herself and Harry were very close in some photos.

“I haven’t been bothered to look at those, so I wouldn’t worry if I were you, love,” Harry’s voice startled her as she turned to see he was now dressed, his hair slightly fluffy atop his head. Y/n blubbered slightly before she laughed, “I didn’t say anything, Harold.”

Harry sat at Y/n’s breakfast bar, a bowl of cereal in front of him as she stood by the coffee maker. The conversation about last night burned in Harry’s mind as he hummed to gain Y/n’s attention. She turned towards him, her hair falling in her eyes before she attempted to move the strands. He couldn’t bring it up now, “uh, nothing actually, nevermind.”

Y/n only nodded before she focused on her coffee. Harry sighed as he brought his pastel nails to his lips, watching the pieces of cereal float in the milk. He heard her clear her throat but didn’t think anything of it.

“You know what... about last night,” Y/n said, catching Harry by surprise as his head shot up to look at her, “Yeah?”

A small smile adorned her features as she held her mug in her hands, shuffling towards the counter where he sat.

“It was really fun,”

“I had a lotta fun with you,”

The two laughed, holding eye contact as pink dusted their cheeks.

“Considering the hefty amount of photos of us dancing last night on Twitter, I assume the rest of the world knows we had fun too,” Y/n joked as her gaze moved to her coffee, her laugh music to Harry’s ears.

“Is that such a problem?” He asked, catching her eye as he stood. Y/n smiled at the man before she placed her mug on the marble. His cereal long forgotten, Harry rounded the counter to tower over Y/n. His tattooed arms wrapped around her figure as she reached hers up around his neck. Harry bent down to rest his forehead on her neck, his hot breath taking her back to the night before. Y/n’s fingers found his fluffy curls as she brought him closer, their hips together.

The two stood in silence for a few minutes, revelling in unspoken feelings and content with each other’s presence.

A moment of love.

Feedback is always appreciated xx

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Kingdom Collisions VII

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This is a fic i’m writing to try and incorporate more description into my works. You will be happy to know that it’s working ;) There are no pre-written chapters so updates are sporadic and i am just as in the dark as you about what happens next. Please enjoy!

Percy Jackson traces the insignia under his fingers, feels the gravelly texture of the stone and the way each word engraves itself into his skin.

militat omnis amans

He hears Jason's words in his head, let's the conversation loop in his mind.

"What are we doing here?"

"I needed to take a walk in the gardens. I can't stay in that stone monstrosity for another second."

"And you wanted me to come with you?"

"If you don't want to be here you can leave." His husband snapped.

He just hummed in acknowledgment.

"Sorry," The Prince mumbled, "I'm just a little volatile right now."

"What does this mean?" Percy figured it was time for a subject change.

"Our motto?"

"Yes, I've seen it everywhere and I've never managed to ask anyone about it."

"Every lover is a soldier."

He looked at the blonde, caught those dull blue eyes. "Really?"

"It's a long story."

"Shall we sit on the bench so you can tell me?"

And then someone had called them inside to go over the details of the King's address that would be happening in the coming week.

"Another time." Jason winced.

Now Percy sits in the garden on a wooden bench, basking in the warmth and protection of an Arrowood tree in full bloom. The soft pink flowers catch on the wind and shower him with petals every so often. The sky is unusually blue for the winter but the chill in the air makes up for it. It is a deadly bite, waiting for any piece of skin to be exposed. The grass is green and cushioning under his feet and the soft cashmere pants his wearing are keeping the icy breeze at bay. He takes a deep breath in. This weather is dopamine in his bloodstream; is full of new beginnings and life.

His fingers brush against the engraved insignia again and he cannot help but wonder the tale behind it. The story of his own kingdom's symbol is one he keeps close to his heart, treasures with every blink of his eyes. His emblem flashes across his mind: a silver sword slicing through a cresting wave, the droplets from it turn bronze in the sun and fall to make their maxim: datum amore ad defendendum. The story is gruesome and bloody and full of honour. Percy's father used to tell it to him on the rare occasion he would tuck him in bed.

There was once a man, brave and strong.

Like you dad?

His father laughed and ruffled his curls. Shh my Starfish and listen to the story of Arroyo the Saviour.

So Percy snuggled into his cotton sheets, a panda pillow tucked under his chin and blinked up in anticipation.

Arroyo was a little boy who lived with his mom and his sister and his sibling, near the ocean. Everyday little Arroyo went down to the docks with his sibling and they would stand there selling bracelets their family made. It was the only way they could get money to eat.

Did their king not give them food dad? His green eyes were wide with horror.

Not everyone is kind my son. Some days little Arroyo and his sibling came back with no money and his mom would smile at them and say "It is okay. Today we eat fish and tomorrow we feast." So they sat down at the table and ate their fish just like they did every night and not once did Arroyo or his siblings complain. For they knew that a tomorrow would come where the feast would be greater than the fish and it was no use leaving today's meal in the hope of tomorrow's promises.

Little Percy frowned, confused at what his father was trying to say. But the King was lost in his own world now, matching ocean eyes far away from this bedroom, in this time and place.

One day Arroyo's mother got sick and his siblings stayed with her while he went to sell bracelets. But when he got home, a small pouch of coins rattling in his pocket, his house was rubble and his family were gone.

Gone? Percy gasped, Where dad? What happened?

His father snapped his head to the present, looked down at his son. They died my Starfish. Someone killed them.

Tears pooled hot and fast in his little eyes, Why dad?

Because Starfish Arroyo's mother was not who she claimed to be and people do not like what they do not understand. But nobody knew that Arroyo was safe, that he had made it out alive. And when he finally grew up, his mother's blood strong in his veins he came back to the village. And there he demanded to see the people who had layed his home to waste all those years ago. The people trembled before him, his might and vengeance a force they could not tame. Arroyo only asked once. And when nobody could tell him anything he smiled with his teeth and drowned the town. His tail creating waves that engulfed the world.

Arroyo was a mermaid? Percy didn't like it when dad told stories, he always left things out and it was confusing to listen to.

He was a beast my Starfish. His father said softly, eyes glittering with excitement, For you see his mother was the Exiled Queen of the Ocean and she had fallen in love with a mortal man. A forbidden romance.

So what happened to Arroyo? Did he kill everyone?

He drowned the village but saved one person. A little girl by the name of Mare for she had looked at him, with his burning anger and broken soul, and offered him the pearl she kept in a pendant at her neck. For her he bowed down and accepted the gift.

Did she become his queen dad?

No Starfish, she was much too young. Instead Arroyo took her to his home deep deep in the waves and she lived there as his friend, as his family. But sometimes Mare had to go to land for she did not have the blood Arroyo did and she could not survive in those brutal waters for long. Arroyo would take her there every full moon and bring her home every new moon. One night when she was due back on land a terrible, terrible force lurked in the water. But Arroyo didn't feel it and Mare could never have known. They said their goodbyes as they always did, promising to see each other soon.

Percy squeezed his father fingers, little lip trembling slightly.

Arroyo dived back in but something slammed into his side. He smashed into the rocks of the village and the whole town quaked. The creature attacked Arroyo, its huge body and spiked tail hitting him everywhere. Mare screamed but there was nothing she could do. And then Arroyo came up to look at her because he knew in his heart that he was not to survive this fight. He waved to his friend, his family through the years and when she waved back the monster rose from the waves and bit Arroyo. He went down so softly it was almost as if he had chosen to sleep. Mare knew the monster would come for her village next and she would not allow it to destroy the only other thing she loved. So she grabbed a sword, sharp gleaming silver, and ran across the ocean. Her feet light and swift against the rolling waves. The creature burst out in a flurry of rage but it was not prepared for the strength of Mare and when it met her sword it let out a shriek so vile the dead curdled. Blood sprayed everywhere as the sword fell from her hand and into the waves below.

Did Mare live dad? He yawned, fear giving away to sleepiness.

Mare is the spirit of the ocean my son. She lives in here. His father tapped his little chest softly before bending down to place a kiss on his forehead.

I hope I'm brave like Mare dad.

You are braver still my Starfish. He whispered.

Percy blinks out of the memory, rubbing at the ache in his chest that accompanied every thought about his dad. It has been more than a decade since that fateful night but the missing never gets easier.

He hugs his knees to his chest and watches two birds fight over a small peach dangling precariously from the tree. Such simple pleasures and petties. There are at least sixty other peaches, just as perfectly red and ripe, on the tree but these birds continue to chirp indignantly at each other. He wonders if it's purposeful. If maybe they just want the connection. It's not really about the peach. It's about having someone to argue against, talk to, be with. Gods, he scowls at himself, he must really be lonely if it's come to this.

The bench suddenly becomes uncomfortable, like every splint of wood is trying to pierce his skin. With a heavy sigh he pulls himself up and strolls towards the stone castle. In the week that he's been here it still hasn't felt any more friendly. He misses his castle, misses the home he has there. But his husband is here so he must be too. At the very least Grover will arrive this afternoon and they can spend some time together. He needs this meeting, needs to see his friend and some semblance of normal. A little voice in his head argues that he's the one who's been straying from his angered promises. The one that's been sleeping besides Jason under the pretense of nightmares. He pushes the little voice deep down, buries it in the darkness where it can shiver and cower without his knowledge or concern. As if his thoughts summon the man, his husband appears around the corner and offers him a swift smile.

"I was just coming to find you."

"You've changed." Is his reply.

Prince Jason did indeed don a new outfit. Perfectly pressed tunic the colour of the sky and a gold chain attached dangling from the small square pocket on his left breast to the first button of the coat. His pants are a deep blue, the same golden threads glinting in the sunlight. But it's the small white rose tucked into his chest pocket that Percy is focused on.

"What is that?"

"When we mourn in the kingdom we wear white roses to signify gentle death and prosperous living."

He nods stiffly, unsure if it's appropriate to ask if he may participate in the custom. Luckily he is saved when Jason's blue eyes pin on him, "Would you like to wear one?"

"Please. This is my Kingdom now too. I feel it would be a great disrespect to not."

The prince looked at him, blonde hair ruffling softly as the breeze caressed their skin and flittered between his dancing fingers. He stood there unmoving while his husband studied him like a Rubik’s cube that needed just the right pattern to fix it.

"Come with me."

They walk together, through the field of poppies bursting with colour, past the grove of fruit trees equally bright and heavy with sweet delights, over the small bridge that marks the Pond of Storms, or at least according to the plaqued waterfall that fed it.

"Why that name?"

"Just before a storm hits the water goes pitch black like storm clouds."

He stares at the clear, brilliant aquamarine of the pond, his rippling reflection staring back and wonders if it's a lie, or a wives' tale.

"You still owe me a story."

"About?"

They cross the bridge and turn a corner.

"About your insignia."

"Why do you like them so much?" Jason turns to him, curiosity burning in his expression, "Stories I mean."

"They're the easiest way to understand the core of something. A language only the lived know how to speak."

"I've heard about yours, your symbol."

"How?" He's the intrigued one now.

"My father liked us to know about the neighboring kingdoms. I never understood it then, always managed to fall asleep in our history lessons, but I guess it's been helpful."

"My mother didn't know yours." He says softly, "She is the Keeper of Worlds so she was able to tell me all kinds of tales but she said she never knew the origins of Caelum."

The Prince shakes his head, "It's only passed down from king to to descendant. Sharing it with anyone is a crime against the kingdom."

Percy's head snaps back in shock, "For telling a story?"

His husband just shrugs like its the most normal thing in the world.

"Why would you tell me then?"

"Sometimes tradition is bullshit."

"But you'd still be committing a crime?"

"Gives life a little thrill." His smile is wicked as he winks an aquamarine eye and steps through the small wooden door built into the hedge.

"Welcome to the Garden of Hearts."

Spread out before them is a sea of roses so glorious in their beauty it makes Percy's soul stutter. There is every colour under the setting sun. Starting with bleach white the roses lay across the field bleeding into cream then yellow then orange then red then pink. Rows upon rows of soft love and romance.

He doesn't manage to hold in a gasp as he drops to his knees and caresses a maroon petal. The tears in his eyes go unacknowledged even when they spill over and water the earth. He's almost certain the flower blooms in his hand.

"This is..." He breathes. He doesn't have the words. They are dust particles violently swept under a rug. They are grains of sand smashed into the earth under the weight of feet. They are simply gone.

"I'm glad you like it." Jason smiles at him and the halo of sun around his head makes Percy weak at the knees.

"Who did this? Who planted this?"

"My sister, Annabeth." The blonde looks around, caught in a time long ago, "She did it in memory of our mom."

"It reminds me of mine."

What he doesn't tell his husband is that more than that, it reminds him of a friend he left far behind. Of a friend he was willing to marry. A friend he was willing to love.

He reaches forward and plucks a satin white rose from the small bush. But as he's pulling away his finger catches on a thorn and suddenly the rose is disintegrating to the floor and those pure white petals are splattered with rubies.

"Fuck." He mutters sucking on the wounded skin in an attempt to stop the blood.

"Here," Jason winces in sympathy, holding out a bleached pocket square.

"Thank you," He offers a gracious smile through the sting of pain. "And I'm sorry about the roses."

"It's okay, the blood will wash off with the next rains."

He just nods and cradles his throbbing digit.

"Are you okay?"

"I've been stabbed before but somehow the little cuts always hurt the worst."

For the first time in well maybe ever, he hears his husband laugh. And it is godlike, a thing of beauty and splendour. Something deep in his chest unfurls gently.

"We'll go inside and get some disinfectant and a plaster on that." Jason promises before bending down to cut another rose, carefully extracting it from the web of thorns and leaves it buried itself in.

"Here," He offers it.

Percy takes a step closer, still clutching his finger, and silently asks if he can put it on for him. Those blue eyes widen slightly, but that's all the surprise the Prince shows.

They step together and the blonde softly places the flower in his emerald green tunic. Jason smooths his hand over the area distractedly and stares up at him. Their eyes clash in a look of confusion, and curiosity, and something wholly unnatural.

"We should go." The Prince whispers.

He swallows hard and nods but neither make a move. He can smell his husband’s fresh minty breath and see the micro flecks of grey in those eyes. Gods, how has he never noticed how strong his jaw is. How there's the tiniest beauty-mark on the bridge of his nose. And the small crease in his brow that makes his whole face look so much older, look like the king he will one day be.

A cacophonous shriek from above rips them apart in a jump of fright. The low gliding hawk over head seems to narrow its eyes at the pair before flying back to its master. Report on the Princes: they've almost started tolerating each other.

Jason turns away and starts for the carved door once more. Percy stares at his back, trying to gather himself, swiping the borrowed pocket square across his bruising skin. His kingdom's maxim flashes in his mind again. Datum amore ad defendendum. Given in love for protection. He takes a shaky breath before following his husband back to the castle.

The Pond of Storms flushes charcoal. And behind him, where his blood had spilled, the petals of an ice-white rose turn crimson.

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If you missed it: militat omnis amans means every lover is a soldier; Datum amore ad defendendum means given in love for protection.

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eushiloh · 4 years ago

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⟨ SYDNEY SWEENEY. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SHILOH MONROE is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old DANCE MAJOR from COPENHAGEN, DENMARK has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite EMPATHIC & INDECISIVE.

howdy howdy howdy, i’m h and lemme just start by saying how excited i am to be here and bring this sweet little baby to life. i’m gonna keep this little section short and sweet because there’s HELLA info below (if you read it all, bless u sweet angels) so without further ado, let’s get into it, shall we?

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME shiloh josefine monroe NICKNAME(S) shi, sj OCCUPATION cashier at eonia theater/dance major SEXUALITY: bisexual AGE 23 DATE OF BIRTH march 3rd NATIONALITY danish RELIGION spiritual THREAT LEVEL 3/10

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM sydney sweeney HEIGHT 5′4 EYE COLOR blue HAIR COLOUR + STYLE dirty blonde, typically in messy/loose waves DOMINANT HAND left DISTINGUISHING FEATURES big, sleepy eyes, full lips, wide smile, strong dancer legs ACCENT + INTENSITY danish accent (here is a video for reference of how it sounds) TATTOO(S) she has three tattoos, they are all fairly small and dainty. one is a pair of pink ballet slippers on her ankle, then a cresent moon with clouds on the inside of her right wrist, and lastly (her biggest one) is a dream catcher along her left side of her ribs. SCAR(S) one along her right knee from when she fell off a bike as a child and cut her leg open PIERCING(S) five in each ear, she has a nose hoop but forgets about it all the time, and her belly button.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN copenhagen, denmark CURRENT RESIDENCE athens, greece LANGUAGE(S) Danish/English SOCIAL CLASS middle BASIC EDUCATION high school COLLEGE EDUCATION currently a junior in college DEGREE(S) N/A PARENT #1 sofia monroe PARENT #2 n/a PET(S) white cat named cloud RAP SHEET? squeaky clean PRISON TIME? yeah right

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? yes DRINKS? yes DRUGS? only weed VIOLENT? no ADDICTION(S)? sleeping? maybe? SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? sometimes HABIT(S) humming to herself, bouncing her leg, rubbing her lips together, not making eye contact when she speaks, cracking her knuckles HOBBIES dancing, sleeping, binge watching shows in her bed, yoga LIKES native american flute music, the color blue, soft lighting, dance clothes, sleeping in, and reality television DISLIKES loud noises, violence, people staring for too long, and heavy metal music. OBSESSION(S) dancing and sleeping, once again COMPULSION(S) leaving events early to be alone?? does that count?

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOUSE hypnos ZODIAC pisces ELEMENT water ANIMAL panda

P O W E R S

when it comes to her powers, the strongest that shiloh has come to obtain would be hypnokinesis , though she tries not to take advantage of it too much. trying be the key word there, because there’s something so entrancing about living in somewhat of a dream like world, which is usually what she likes to use the power for. it first started out with delving into a fantasy land, a place for her to escape to and get lost in, and slowly she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own rabbit hole. even as a young lady, she’d always heard people refer to her as their “dream girl” and once she realized she had the ability to somewhat make some dreams come true, she couldn’t help but sink into her title. once she got the hang of it, she couldn’t help but use it to her advantage here and there, if she had a crush on somebody she would appear in their dreams more and more. a sucker for romance, it was basically how she swayed her suitors, although sometimes it was for nothing whenever she realized it was all fantasy and never reality. still, living in dream worlds was too delicious not to become wrapped up in, that it became something she mastered perfectly. whether it was astral projecting herself into other settings while she was sleeping, or into other dreams, it seemed shiloh was entirely infatuated with living in her own little dream worlds. although, something that came hand in hand with dreams were nightmares, an area that shiloh hated getting stuck in.

something that she is wanting to dip her toes into more, would be her shapeshifting abilities. the blonde has only been able to do such in a limited ability, only recently being able to do so whenever she is fully awake. it’s uncomfortable, sure, but there’s something so mesmerizing about taking on the form of something else….or better yet someone else. often there’s many eyes on her, so being able to blend into a background and garner less attention is a rush of relief for her.

the girl has also always excelled in the levitation ability aspect of her life, shiloh has always been rather light on her feet, it was almost as if she was always floating. almost a picture of grace, it brought her face to face with something she adored at a rather early age: dancing. enrolled in classes from the age of 8, shiloh practically could float across a dance floor with elegance, something she now contributes to her levitation aspect of her powers.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

with wide eyes and a soft smile, shiloh had always been rather quiet yet somehow still garnered the attention in a room. she wasn’t the type of girl to command it though, often keeping to herself, there was something magnetic and glowy about her that made her fall into the social hierarchy without really trying to. the blonde had always prided herself on being a good friend to those around her, even if they never gave her the same respect back, and soon realized that she was becoming a doormat to those around her. she kept everyone’s secrets, harboring them inside her like a vessel and remembering the little things others might have even forgotten they’d told her. soon enough, shiloh had realized she had enough dirt and ammo on those around her that if they ever did cross her, she’d use against them if need be. but luckily, thus far, the girl never had to shoot her shot to the heart just yet. a part of her always wondered if she had the guts to do it anyways, to cross those who she’d held nearest and dearest, or if she’d end up chickening out from the fear of hurting them too much. a never ending battle of right and wrong within her, she often finds herself torn and defeated by the end of the day. it makes her almost come off as flaky and aloof, although her intentions are typically anything but pure, her own overthinking tends to be her downfall. never letting anyone close enough to pick her brain, she is a beautiful mystery with expectations that had always been built upon her back. to be perfect, to be a vision of grace and poise, but sometimes she just wants to let loose and say fuck it to everything that had ever been expected of her and prove that she’s anything but a delicate flower. she has thorns that she’s never shown, and she fears if anyone gets to close, she’ll draw blood without warning.

EXTRA THINGS LOL

shiloh is on the dance team, obviously, the girl lives for dancing and when she’s not dancing....she’s probably napping.

also she has a job at the eonia theater as a cashier, so you’ll see her little sleepy self behind the counter and sometimes sneaking into the show to sleep in the back.

her mother was the type to live vicariously through her, always putting pressure on her to be “perfect” and put together. there was even a time in her younger years whenever her mother would put her into pageants, which shiloh absolutely hated, it was too much energy towards something she hated which ultimately left her feeling even more drained than normal. in fact, any pictures remaining of that time in her life are privately stored away and she refuses to revisit that memory which she even went lengths to alter from people’s brains whenever she figured out she had that ability.

the only good thing that she found from pageants was her love of dance, something that shiloh has passionately pursued all her life. she was enrolled in ballet mostly but soon fell in love with contemporary dance, and it was something that satisfied her mother, a win-win.

even though she was accepted as someone that was a part of the “in-crowd” in high school, celeste suffers from social anxiety, instead of hanging out at parties she often finds herself slipping away and disappearing. she’s much more of a homebody than someone who enjoys going out, being peer pressured is something she often falls victim to because she’s afraid of coming off as flaky, although she tends to do so anyways due to her disappearing acts.

the relationship she has with her mother is strained, because while she loves her mom, the constant pressure to “perform” and the way her mother sort of pushed her and talked so highly of her has her nervous to disappoint those around her. she constantly feels as if she has to be some sort of social butterfly, when the idea of getting close to people terrifies her, leaving her in a never-ending cycle of what she SHOULD be and what she WANTS to be.

speaking of relationships, most of celeste’s tend to fizzle out quickly once her partners discover she’s not all that they dreamt her up to be. it could be her fault, inserting herself into people’s dreams to learn more about them, that most of her relationships die out after the honeymoon phase...making her fear commitment all together.

she’s a pisces, because....well, obviously.

shiloh is bisexual, although she is a little nervous about dating women seeing as her mother wouldn’t quite understand, most of her public relationships have been exclusively with men due to her fear of disappointing her mother.

#euintro #( **intro** )

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andrewmoocow · 4 years ago

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Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 5: Snow Day (originally published on January 4, 2021)

Author's Note: This will be the second to last chapter before we really start breaking off from canon and go off the rails with my ideas. Just a chill little episode, nothing truly special, just some cute fun. Now then, happy 2021 and, let's hope it won't be as much of a travesty as 2020 was.

Synopsis: The Gems try to cheer up an overworked Steven.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Aimee Mann as Opal

Nicki Minaj as Sugilite

Alexia Khadime as Sardonyx

Rita Rani Ahuja as Alexandrite

Charlyne Yi as Ruby

Erica Luttrell as Sapphire

Michelle Maryk as Larimar

Ian Jones Quartey as Snowflake Obsidian

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Jennifer Paz as Lapis Lazuli

On one freezing winter's day in Beach City, snow began to fall from the sky at Little Homeworld, marking another snow day for many of the Gems living there and the first for those just joining Little Homeschool, including one Gem in particular.

"Hey, what's with all this white stuff that's got so many Gems excited?" Teal Zircon wondered, reaching out to try and grab some snowflakes in her hands. Unfortunately for her, the snowflakes instantly melted with her touch. "Aw!"

"That's what they call snow TZ." Little Larimar informed her fellow corruption victim as she helped Snowflake Obsidian build an igloo. "It's what happens what water in the clouds gets super cold and drops from the sky like rain. It's where Snowflake here gets her name from."

"Hey, snowball fight!" Snowflake cried out as she bundled together a large amount of snow to make into a snowball, and she tossed it straight at Teal Zircon. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

"Okay?" Teal asked as she slowly emerged from the giant snowball. "I'm better than okay!" She then began to form a snowball of her own from Snowflake's snow to make hers. "I wanna fight!"

Unfortunately, TZ's snowball was incredibly poorly made and fell apart when she threw it.

"Come along; I'll show you how to make a good snowball." Larimar said to the Zircon. "But in the meantime, I have my own battles to fight."

Larimar picked up some snow of her own to form into projectiles, and manically tossed them everywhere with a creepy grin on her face. "YES! YES, TREMBLE BEFORE MY SUPERIOR THROWING SKILLS!"

Elsewhere, Steven woke up from a good night's sleep and turned off the alarm on his phone. "All right, Little Homeschool, what's on the itinerary today?" he muttered while picking up his phone and examining the schedules he had lined up. "Let's see, Gem-Teacher Association meeting this evening from 4:00 to 5:00, clinic tomorrow at 3:00, interpretive dance class today at noon; might have to find someone to cover for me there, baseball practice tomorrow morning and volleyball game next week."

After reading off the schedule, Steven gave himself a good stretch before getting out of bed. "You can do it!"

After getting dressed and heading downstairs, Steven immediately got to work on preparing for his day by pouring some water when Amethyst came strolling in with fried eggs over her eyes.

"You really gonna skip the most egg-ssential meal of the day?" Amethyst cracked a pun while pointing to the eggs.

"Of course not." Steven stated, barely even noticing her joke. "I've got all the nutrients I need in my protein shake."

As Steven walked away, Amethyst sadly poked at the yolks on her face. "Dude, you're making me sad."

"Steven," Garnet called with a backpack shaped like a cheeseburger in her hands. "I packed everything you need for today in your old cheeseburger backpack."

"Uh, I don't really need that thing anymore." Steven abstained from taking his childhood bag while presenting the satchel he packed. "Besides, I already got one."

"At least pet this cat." Garnet replied, cuing her one-eyed Calico Cat Steven to emerge from the backpack with a meow.

"Why was I going to need-" Steven began getting more miffed before stopping himself. "Never mind, I gotta go."

"Hold it!" Pearl stopped Steven in his tracks while gazing at her phone. "According to my weather application, we're expecting quite a bit of snow today and tomorrow." She revealed while showing the current temperature off and held out some winter clothes to put on him. "You're going to freeze if you don't put on a puffer, a hat and two scarves. Okay, maybe three would do."

"Pearl, I need to go!" Steven muffled beneath the scarves, preventing Pearl from wrapping a third one around his neck.

"But classes don't start for another couple of hours." Pearl said.

"Wait for us." Garnet suggested as she took the scarf from Pearl and wrapped it on her neck. "We can come with you."

"Why even take that old Dondai when you can just use the Warp Pad?" Amethyst pointed out as she slurped the eggs off her face.

"Because I have errands I need to run before class." Steven revealed. "Now then, can I please go now?"

"You got it." Garnet beamed before putting a hand in Steven's hair. "Go get 'em, champ."

"Yeah, see you soon!" Amethyst and Pearl said in unison while putting their hands in Steven's hair as well, much to his chagrin.

As Steven finally left the beach house and drove away, the Gems took a few moments to talk as they gazed out the frosted window.

"Hey guys, you think Steven's become kinda boring lately?" Amethyst asked Garnet and Pearl.

"It must be because he's got so much to do." Pearl suggested morosely. "How about we surprise him when he gets back?"

"I think I know just what to do." Garnet stated coolly.

One of Steven's errands took him all the way to Little Homeworld. What he was unaware of, however, was the massive snowball fight its inhabitants were waging, and now he was going to be caught in the crossfires.

Upon stopping his car and setting a foot outside, Steven was immediately pelted with snow from all sides. "Whoa guys, settle down!" he cried out while protecting himself from the cold onslaught with his shield. "I said, settle down!"

However, not a one was paying attention to Steven, and they were too busy having fun to notice he had arrived.

"Uh, can I have your attention please? Anyone?" Steven began getting more desperate for someone to notice him while watching Lapis heave an entire pyramid of snowballs with her water powers at a few of the Quartzes, which gave him an idea. "Okay, you all tried my hand."

Steven picked up some snow of his own and formed it into a ball of his own, which he used to throw straight at Snowflake Obsidian.

"Ooh!" Snowflake grunted as she felt the snowball hit her back, and turned to discover that Steven had thrown it. "Steven! Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Just wanted to get someone's attention." Steven admitted before Snowflake turned to her fellow Gems.

"Hey everyone, Steven's here! Let's get to class!" Snowflake announced.

The moment everyone else realized Steven had come, they slowly stopped their snowball fight and began preparing for classes.

"Hey, you don't need to stop what you're doing." Steven tried convincing them otherwise. "I'm only here for a few errands. Besides, classes don't start for another few hours."

However, nobody listened to Steven, and they continued preparing, just as he decided to continue on with his errands.

That night, Steven had finally returned home after a long day and was ready to eat dinner, go to bed and prepare for tomorrow. But when he turned on the house lights, he found his three guardians all sitting on the couch, anticipating his return.

"Surprise!" the three Gems cheered.

"We were sitting in the dark!" Amethyst admitted in addition.

"Hey, everyone." Steven greeted the trio. "Uh, what are you all so excited about?"

"Guess what we got lined up for tonight?" Amethyst said, holding a DVD in her hands. "Pupcopter's Sky-High Adventure!"

"Sheet masks with cute animal faces!" Pearl added, demonstrating the masks by putting a panda one on her face.

"And most importantly, pizza." Garnet declared as she opened up a pizza box with a pie inside. "Straight from Fish Stew."

When the Gems expected Steven to be all over these activities, he was a bit more reluctant. "Uh guys," Steven said. "I've been a vegetarian for six months, Pupcopter is for six-year-olds, and I got a skincare routine now. You all should've known by now. Anyways, I already ate, but it's cool you want to have fun. Later."

Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl were left disappointed as Steven walked upstairs to his room.

"Well, guess we can watch the movie with Cat Steven, if that counts." Amethyst said.

"My bad." Garnet apologized as she examined the pizza and then dumped it in Amethyst's mouth like the smaller Gem was a trashcan. "I thought we were in the pepperoni timeline."

The next morning, Steven was woken up by his phone once again. When he raced down the stairs to start his day, the Gems were sitting around the table with waffles covered in whipped cream, syrup, popcorn, and a strawberry on top.

"Look Steven, Together Breakfast!" Pearl called to Steven, in an attempt to bring his attention to a familiar food. "Just like old times."

"Too much sugar for me, but thanks." Steven hurriedly stated as he opened the front door. "See you at work guys!" But surprisingly for Steven, a massive pile of snow dropped down on him. "Okay, just gotta take the warp then."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Amethyst cautioned Steven as he made his way to the Warp Pad, and just like the door, he was greeted by snow covering him from head to toe by the warp tunnel.

"Looks like we have to cancel Little Homeschool for the day." Steven realized. "Pearl, can you send everyone a mass text?"

"Already on it!" Pearl declared as she whipped out her phone to give everyone at the Gem village the news.

"Hold up!" Amethyst yelped. "Are you basically saying we get the day off?"

"Great, we can re-read No Home Boys!" Pearl replied, excitedly looking up from her phone.

"And I can do the voices again." Garnet added.

"No, I don't need anyone reading to me right now." Steven said firmly while taking out a notebook. "If anything, I need to get the calendar organized. This snow-mageddon is definitely going to put a damper on third-quarter plans."

As Steven got out his calendar, some post-it notes, and a pen to organize plans for Little Homeschool's third quarter, Amethyst sat down at the same table he was working at across from him. "You used to have a better work ethic when we were constantly at risk of Homeworld and the Diamonds attacking Earth." Amethyst remarked. "Now, with Era 3 in full swing, you've become kinda boring."

"That was then Amethyst. This is now." Steven responded without even looking up from his work. "And what makes you think I'm getting boring?"

"Well, I mean, you didn't eat Together Breakfast with us, didn't laugh at my egg pun yesterday, and didn't want to put on your cheeseburger backpack." Amethyst listed off. "I get that you want to be more responsible now, but sometimes it's fun reliving old memories." Suddenly, a great idea flickered to life over the purple Gem's head. "Hey, you know what we haven't played in ages?"

"I don't know, what?" Steven asked before Amethyst abruptly shapeshifted into his 14-year old self and jumped onto the table.

"STEVEN TAG!" the now Steven-like Amethyst yelled and attempted to tag Steven, much to his alarm.

"Amethyst, what the heck?!" Steven cried out.

"You know the rules buster!" Amethyst cackled. "You get tagged; you have to turn into Steven! Or, in this case, Classic Steven!"

"Wait, Classic Steven?!" Steven said incredulously before he started running from the pursuing Amethyst all around the living room. But even when Steven rushed into the bathroom for safety, Amethyst was still on the hunt.

"Steeeeveeeen, come out to plaaaaay!" Amethyst laughed as she began clacking glass bottles together. "I always wanted to reference that old movie."

"I'm not playing!" Steven insisted as he blocked up the bottom of the door with a towel and sat on it. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Dangit, got me with the towel one-two!" Amethyst groaned as she failed to break into the bathroom. "Fine, maybe we don't always need Steven to play Steven Tag."

As Amethyst seemingly walked away in defeat, Steven peeked out of the bathroom to check if she was truly gone. While he sneaked out into the living room hoping to get some work done, Steven instead found Garnet looking around on the floor.

"Hey Garnet, lose something?" Steven asked the perma-fusion.

"I've been looking for Cat Steven." Garnet answered. "Haven't seen her all morning. I think she may be in the cabinets."

"Like, in here?" Steven asked as he pointed to one of the cupboards.

"That's the one." Garnet cheekily replied while she held Cat Steven in her arms. As Steven opened the cabinet, Amethyst leaped out at him, still in the shape of Classic Steven.

"GET READY FOR STEVEN TAG!" Amethyst yelled in another attempt to tag Steven, but she instead tagged Garnet by accident.

"What an unexpected turn of events." Garnet flatly declared as she laid on the floor, and obediently turned into Classic Steven as well. The two Gems stared menacingly at Steven, who was trying fruitlessly to escape.

"Uh, see ya guys!" Steven stuttered before making a run for it, but then accidentally tripped on a pillow. As Garnet and Amethyst leaped up and prepared to tag him, Steven prepared a bubble to protect himself from them.

"You can't hide in there forever!" Garnet yelled as she prepared to break the bubble open with a punch. Thinking quickly, Steven got up and began running towards the temple gate, accessing the cloud-like room that his mother once used when she was alive, and tossed the pair inside before making his way out.

"That should keep you guys busy for a while." Steven huffed as the door closed behind him, and he returned to the calendar on the table. "Now I can finally get these schedules done in peace."

However, Steven was quickly proven wrong as Garnet raced out of the nearly empty Burning Room, with Amethyst in hot pursuit.

"Thank you so much for helping me shovel off the snow Lapis." Pearl thanked Lapis at Little Homeworld as they finished work on cleaning all the walkways.

"No big Pearl, it's just frozen water." Lapis remarked coolly. "Anyways, how's everyone doing back at your place?"

"Well, Steven said he wanted to get some scheduling done for Quarter Three with all this snow, and-" Pearl answered, but then felt a disturbance somewhere. "I feel like my Steven Sense is tingling."

"Your Steven what-now?" Lapis asked with an eyebrow raised. "I get that you're essentially a mom to Steven, but what's that for?"

"Feels like something's happening back home." Pearl realized as she marched back to the Warp Pad with snow shovel in hand. "Anyways, thanks for the assistance; I'll see you all again soon!" she said her farewells before the Warp Pad took her back to the temple.

When Pearl returned home, she found Steven in a panic as he was being chased by Garnet and Amethyst shapeshifted into him. "Steven, what are you doing? Has cabin fever took you over already?!"

"It's Garnet and Amethyst!" Steven answered hastily as he continued running from the aforementioned Gems. "They're only playing Steven Tag to mess with me!"

"Steven Tag?" Pearl began to reminisce. "That sure takes me back to the old days. I'm sure they-AH!"

Before Pearl could finish, Garnet officially tagged her, and she began to keel over.

"Ha, the joke's on you!" Steven yelled. "Pearl doesn't like to shapeshift!"

Unfortunately for Steven, he was instantly proven otherwise as Pearl began to glow, and her shape changed into that of Classic Steven.

"The power of Steven Tag COMPELS ME!" the now Steven-esque Pearl declared, sparking delight from her fellow veteran Gems as they giggled and tossed her into the air.

"Wow, good for her." Steven chuckled, just as proud of this big step for Pearl. But when the three Gems all leered at their ward, Steven finally realized how outnumbered he now was.

The Steven-resembling Crystal Gems chased the prime Steven all around the house, from his bedroom, to the conservatory, to the stairway, and then back to his room. In his bedroom, Steven thought of a way to distract Pearl by tossing his old shirts on the floor.

"No Steven, I just folded those!" Pearl yelled as her motherly intuition began to take priority over playing, and she tided up the shirts as Steven fled.

With no other option, Steven was forced to flee into the freezing cold outside, his body temperature be damned. "They can't hold those forms forever." He panted. "I'll just wait until they give u-"

Just then, a massive fist dropped from above and smashed the snow behind Steven, and he discovered none other than Sugilite, the fusion of Garnet & Amethyst, standing on a cliff above him.

"Missed me little man?" Sugilite, also in the shape of the younger Steven, asked confidently as she whipped her flail above her head.

"Wait, you fused?" Steven gasped and began running again. "When was the last time anyone has seen Sugilite?!"

"Come back here, kid!" Sugilite snarled eagerly while Steven used his shield as a sled to escape.

"Seriously, this is dangerous!" Steven panted before he was barraged by a rain of snowballs, all courtesy of an also Classic Steven-like Sardonyx.

"Aw come on, don't be so cold!" Sardonyx joked before preparing more snowballs. "Now stay still, I got you in my sights!"

"I'm still not playing!" Steven shouted as he swerved his shield away from the snowballs, only to lose control and disappear behind the temple's discarded hand.

High above on the rooftop, Opal stood ready to fire Garnet with her bow. "Target acquired!" she exclaimed, pointing the other Universe-looking fusion at a figure resembling Steven. "Now!"

When Garnet was propelled at what she thought was Steven, it was instead a snowman wearing his jacket. "Curses, foiled by a snowman." Garnet overdramatically declared, followed by a very monotonous "Noooooooo."

Faraway from Garnet and Opal, Steven was finally free after distracting them with the snowman, but he was very cold too.

"They won't stop until they make me play." Steven declared boldly, that is until a massive shadow loomed over him. Just like all the other times before, it was a fusion taking the form of his younger self. But this time, it was Alexandrite. "Oh geez!"

"You're looking cold." Alexandrite boomed before launching a giant fireball from her mouth at a panicking Steven, who formed a bubble to shield himself from the fire.

"I really didn't want to do this, but you all forced my hand!" Steven shouted while the bubble disappeared, leaving him surrounded by a ring of fire. "I'll play your game!"

Alexandrite grinned eagerly as Steven leaped to her head and bounced off it to the beach house. The massive three-Gem fusion attempted to catch Steven in her hands, but he quickly dodged the attempt and just as quickly tried ascending to the top of the lighthouse.

"There's no way she can catch me!" Steven said to himself just as Alexandrite made it before him and un-fused into Ruby, Sapphire, Amethyst and Pearl. Everyone except for Sapphire proceeded to bombard Steven, but he had just about had it as he leaped towards the three Gems with bubbles forming around his fists.

"ENOUGH, IS, ENOUGH!" Steven yelled as he punched Ruby, Amethyst and Pearl away in rapid succession, and then leaped up to the top of the lighthouse in triumph. "You shouldn't have messed with me." He said menacingly, just as he realized he forgot a Gem.

"Tag." Sapphire declared as she snuck up and tagged Steven from behind, ending the game and sealing her as the victor.

"OH NO, IS THIS THE END OF MY ADULT LIFE?!" Steven cried as he fell off the lighthouse onto the ground below. Back on solid earth, Ruby, Amethyst & Pearl checked on Steven while Sapphire returned downstairs to meet them.

"Sapphire, you did it! You're the best!" Ruby cheered for her blue bride before they kissed and fused back into Garnet.

"You've been tagged." Garnet confidently stated.

"You gotta turn into widdle ol' Steven now!" Amethyst jokingly taunted.

"You did set the rules all those years ago." Pearl added.

"No!" Steven refused with a fold of his arms.

"DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!" the Gems chanted excitedly. Cat Steven suddenly appeared to agree with them with a meow.

"Et tu Cat Steven?" Steven asked his feline friend, who responded with another meow. "Okay, I'll do it!"

Then, in a flash of light, Steven reluctantly turned himself into a child to match his guardians, to the point where his clothes barely fit him anymore. And they were happy.

"HE'S SO CUTE!" Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl cooed at the younger Steven, to his disappointment.

"No, I'm not!" Steven yelled, his voice now matching his current state. "It's tough for me, y'know? I feel like no matter how much I grow, how much I try to mature, you'll always just see me as a little kid."

"Buddy, we just wanted to spend time with you." Amethyst shrugged.

"Yeah." Pearl agreed with Amethyst. "Just like when you were-"

"A kid?" Steven finished for Pearl, eliciting many frowns. "I really didn't want to disappoint you guys, but I'm not the Steven you babied so much anymore." He proclaimed while returning to his original form. "Please, I need you to see me for who I am now."

This prompted the Gems to tear up and finally hug Steven. "Please forgive us." Garnet sobbed.

"We didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" Amethyst said just as sadly. "We didn't realize we were kinda acting like kids too."

"We just miss you Steven!" Pearl said. Soon, Steven began to cry as well as he looked down at the sad Gems.

"We're sorry!" the trio apologized in unison.

"I missed you guys too." Steven accepted the apology while the chilly weather began to take effect on him. "You know, it was pretty nice to spend time with y-ACHOO!" Without even being asked, Amethyst extended her arm to fetch Steven's pink jacket for him. "Thanks Amethyst."

"Steven, we're very proud of the person you've become." Garnet complimented her ward.

"Yeah, that's why we wanted to hang out with you so much." Amethyst stated.

"But if you want to go back to work," Pearl added. "That's okay with us."

"Well, I can't." Steven answered confidently as he put his jacket back on. "Because TAG!" he added by tackling Garnet. "You're it!"

"I guess we have to update the game." Garnet realized before transforming to match Steven's age. "To this."

And so, Steven Tag began anew with Steven and Garnet chasing Amethyst and Pearl down the mountain.

The next morning, Steven woke up once again. But this time, he was feeling more cheerful and had the Gems by his side.

With his winter clothes on, Steven hopped into the car with the Crystal Gems, also in winter gear over their regular forms, and they shared a laugh until the car set off for Little Homeworld.

So ends Snow Day. We're getting very close to the end of Part 1, and next up is my favorite episode of Future, Why so Blue, too. But after Why so Blue, things will start to get a little different. Perhaps pertaining to a certain Off-Color fusion between a Ruby and a Pearl, or the mystery Gem we've been foreshadowing since Cracks and Buds. Anyways, Happy New Year readers and see you next week!

#steven universe #steven universe future #fanfiction #steven universe alternate future #steven quartz universe #garnet #amethyst #pearl #opal #sugilite #sardonyx #alexandrite

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imasoftieuwu · 4 years ago

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"I love you but I couldn't"

Yuta X Reader

Genre: Highschool AU, Angst, Some Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of an Accident, Bullying, Stalking?

"Senpai, you don't have to-" Yuta shoved a carton of strawberry milk and an onigiri into your hands before you could protest. "Can't I buy something for my Kouhai?" he asked smiling, petting your head, "Thank you Senpai but you really didn't have to..." you muttered cheeks flaring red and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest. Yuta clicked his tongue "Those kids, how can they be so mean! I reported them to the principle, they won't be coming to school for sometimes."

He sighed and pulled out a bandage with a cute panda bear design on it, carefully applying it onto the cut on your forehead "It suits you cutie" Yuta patted your head again, "If anyone bothers you again, tell me ok?" he asked his lips pressing into a thin line, "Thank you... Senpai." you nodded. As you turned away from Yuta and started to walk away, "Wait!" Yuta called out stopping you in your tracks, you turned around and faced him with wide-eyes, "I didn't get your name." he said scratching the back of his neck with one hand in his pocket, "Y/N that's my name..." you answered averting his gaze, "Ah, Y/N... that's a pretty name Y/N!" you nodded and started to walk again. "My name is Yuta by the way. See you Y/N!" he shouted waving at you grinning, but you already know that.

You already know his name since forever, you even know his friend's name, where they hang out. His favorite colour, his timetable, what he usually gets for lunch, his habit of biting his nails, and how his eyes would be opened in his sleep. It scares you, you thought he saw you that one time you were staring at him in his sleep. It may sound like you are obsessed with Yuta, well you are kinda. You just couldn't help but notice every little thing he does, he is the only human who hadn't looked at you disgustingly, who smile at your way every time your eyes met.

Everything Yuta did engrave into your mind, his name alone made your heartache, your adrenaline rushing through your body and your cheeks would be dusted rosy pink. You don't follow him home nor do you collect the things he left behind, you weren't that obsessed, you respected his privacy. You just hoped that someday a miracle would happen, and Yuta would notice you. He did, he even asked for your name and called you cute but you don't want to get your hope too high, you were just a lonely and strange girl that no one cares about at the end of the day. You sighed, fiddling with the panda bandage, grazing your fingers over the cut on your forehead. You stared at the fan hanging on the ceiling, whispering his name before curling up and closing your eyes shut.

Clutching your camera that's hanging from your neck and scrolling through the pictures that you took of Yuta from afar. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder and you jumped from the contact, "Senpai! You scared me!" you gasped. "I'm sorry I scared you." he laughed, "You like taking pictures?" Yuta pointed at the camera you're holding onto, "Why don't you join the photography club?" he continued. "Um... I- I just-" you stuttered, "I'll take that as a yes." he shot you his healing smile and pulled you into the hallway.

You stopped in front of a door at the end of the empty hallway, a large board with "Photography Club" written neatly on it by colorful chalks caught your eyes. Yuta slid open the door, still grabbing your arm and you stayed hidden behind his broad back. He tugged your arm signaling you to move forward, you slowly peeked out from Yuta's shoulders. The sight of Yuta's friends tackling each other, girls brushing their skirt and hair smiling wide at Yuta welcomed you. The girls' expression fell when they saw you standing next to Yuta hand in hand, but they quickly plastered on a fake smile and sent a wave your way. Cameras were placed neatly on a shelf in the corner, rows of photos stretched across the wall you eyes lingered on a photo of Yuta kissing a girl on the cheek with his arm around her shoulders. She has long wavy brown hair, dreamy eyes, and a bright smile a star necklace hanged across her collarbone matched the one on Yuta's.

That was the moment your heart shattered into a million pieces, your hope crumbled before your eyes. Tears threaten to escape your eyes, it felt like someone tied a knot in your throat, it's hard to breathe. You managed to swallow in your tears and pushed down the burning sensation in your chest, "Do you have a spare sign up sheet?" Yuta's voice snapped you back into reality. "Of course! Wait a second, Senpai." A tan boy, with brown hair, stumbled over a pen as he was rushing to Yuta. "Ouch!" he yelled, rubbing his head and handing out a sheet of paper for Yuta. "Your so clumsy Haechan." Yuta scolded, flicking Haechan's forehead, "Ouch, Senpai!" Haechan winced, rubbing his forehead and pouting.

Haechan is very cute, and to be honest, you would have a big giant crush on him of Yuta didn't exist. First years are crazy for Mark and Haechan ever since their acoustic performance covering "If I can't have you" at the school's opening ceremony, Mark with a guitar and Haechan with a microphone is a deadly combination. After joining the photography club, you found out Haechan have a quite big heart as well. You are quite close with him, you would work together for club project and Haechan would crack jokes to make you laugh. He would ask you how's your day going, the best or worst part is that he would convince you to skip classes, and you would sneak out to the park with him. Despite skipping almost all classes, Haechan was always able to top the charts.

"Y/N you have a crush on Yuta Senpai right?" Haechan cocked his head, "I- I don't- I just-" you stuttered, "So you do." he took a sip of orange juice before continuing, "Who doesn't, it's normal."

"Is it that obvious?" your grip on the swing's chain tightened, your eyes trained on the blades of green grass beneath your feet. "Yeh, but Senpai is very oblivious about these things so don't worry.", he reassured you, "But Yuta Senpai already have a girlfriend..." you sighed. Haechan was laughing so hard he dropped to the ground, his hand clutching his stomachache. "What's so funny?" you looked at him confusingly, "Is that why you have been avoiding him?" Haechan chuckled, "Then who's the girl in the picture?" you questioned him. "You were jealous of his sister?" He couldn't stop laughing, "So she's his sister?" you gasped. "Yes!" Haechan nodded furiously, still laughing at you, "I didn't know ok." you pouted and stomped away. "Y/N wait!" Haechan called out, jogging up to you.

You felt so happy, it was overwhelming but you also felt so stupid. All those nights crying yourself to sleep, all those days you avoided Yuta and pushed him away was for nothing. It felt like you just got resurrected from your tragic death by heartbreak, that means you have a chance now. "Y/N I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you." Haechan whined, tugging your arms and staring at you with big puppy eyes. You sighed heavily, how can you stay mad at him if he's looking at you like that and he knew that. "I'll forgive you." you crossed your arm, Haechan's eyes lit up, "But only if you buy me macarons." you huffed. "Fine..." he pouted, you walked back to school just in time when the bell rang signalling lunch time.

"Y/N! Haechan!" Taeil shouted, running to you, "Oh, Taeil Senpai." you shouted back jumping and waving at him. "You two sneaked out again didn't you?" Taeil narrowed his eyes, "Please don't tell on us Senpai, we had a substitute anyways." Haechan pleaded. "That's not a valid reason." Taeil scoffed, "You know I would never tell on you, but studying is important you're not in elementary school anymore." he nagged. "Yes, yes Senpai you've told us a hundred times already." Haechan huffed, earning a slap on the arm from Taeil.

"Hello!" Yuta flashed you a wide smile, "Can I borrow Y/N for a sec?" he asked blinking rapidly. "What if I say no?" Haechan raised an eyebrow jokingly, "Then I'll take her anyways." Yuta grabbed your arm and pulled you away. He stopped at the back of the school, "Um... Y/N so..." he scratched his head, you cocked your head. "You know it's only a week until the summer festival..." Yuta mumbled, "Uh huh." you nodded "I knew that Senpai, but you pulled me all the way here just to tell me that?" you asked. "No, I..." he took a deep breathe and continued, "Would you go with me?" he asked holding his breathe. "Of course I would!" you smiled at him, eyes curled into crescents, you were scared he could hear your hammering heart and you didn't know he was feeling the same. "So see you then Senpai!" you said running back to Haechan and Taeil, "Uh, see you Y/N" he called out.

That night you couldn't fall asleep, you keep jumping up and down on your bed repeating his proposal over and over again. You keep turing and tossing, his bright smile never leaving your mind, his voice echoing in your head. You just couldn't wait to see him with a healing smile stretched across his face, you wished the sun would come up and so did Yuta.

Dressed up in a night blue yukata with blooming flowers designs in different shades of blue adorned across the fabric, and sky blue obi tied around your waist. Your hair was braid into a crown braid, you stuck a purple-blue gradient flower tassel hairpin into your hair, the flower's stigmas are pearls accented with gold sparkle and golden leaves. You uncomfortable shifted your weight from one foot to another, craning your neck and scanning the giant crowd for a familiar figure. You've been waiting for a while, maybe he forgot he have much more important things than going to a festival with you right? Then why would he invite you in the beginning, if he can't come at least tell you beforehand you thought to yourself.

You crossed the street, eyes never leaving the ground and the rain started to fall. "Y/N!" a voice that you immediately recognised cried out, strong arms pulled you back into the sidewalk as a car darted right pass you. He hovered an umbrella over you shielding you completely from the pouring rain, "Be careful, you could have got hit by that car." he scowled arms still gripping tight on your shoulders, "I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time,".

"I thought you forgot about the festival" you were the one scolding this time, "I'm sorry I'm late. Jungwoo had some work to do and we had to wait for him." he explained, "It's ok, at least you still came." you pouted and glared at him. "You look very beautiful today." Yuta complimented, you didn't realise how close you were with Yuta until your nose grazed over his as you look up. You jumped but Yuta quicky pulled you back, handing you the umbrella and ran underneath a shelter.

Jungwoo handed Yuta a spare umbrella, everyone was here but there's someone missing. "Where's WinWin?" you asked, "Oh yeah about WinWin, something came up and he couldn't go." Johnny explained. "Ahhh, I hate the rain!" Haechan groaned, picking up his phone in the puddle. "I just brought it!" Haechan sighed, "You look like a duck." Johnny poked Haechan's pouty lips. "Ah, come on Senpai don't you have a heart I just broke my precious phone." Haechan complained, "Not my problem" Johnny replied nonchalantly and walked away leaving a fake crying Haechan with his broken phone behind. "Too bad." you patted Haechan and walked away as well, you stopped in front of a shateki (gun-shooting) stall. A Doraemon keychain, contained inside of a small plastic box caught your eyes. You were determined to get that keychain, you handed the stall owner some coins from your purse and started to shoot at the keychain. Shot after shot flew past the keychain, you handed more coins after coins still haven't able to shoot at the Doraemon keychain.

You reached into your purse for more coins and to your horror, nothing was left. You had used up all of your money on the shateki stall, you just wanted a cute Doraemon keychain. Then Yuta came to your rescue, "What do you want?" he asked with his cheeks stuffed with takoyaki pointing at the rows of prizes. "I want that!" you pointed at the keychain, jumping up and down, "But I'm out of money." you sighed pouting. "It's ok." Yuta nodded, handing you his box of takoyaki and pulling out some coins from his pocket. "You got good aim young boy!" the stall owner exclaimed, handing over the Doraemon keychain that Yuta just shot at. Yuta placed the keychain in your hand, shooting you a smile, patting your head. "Thank you Senpai!" you squealed and placed the keychain into your purse, your smile quickly disappeared as your stomach grumbled.

You forgot you haven't eaten anything yet, Yuta grabbed your hand and pulled you to a yakisoba stall. He bought two plated of yakisoba, one for him and one for you. "Is it good?" he asked, you nodded cheeks stuffed with food, the sight made him chuckled. You learned one thing about Yuta after the festival is that the boy has an insane appetite, he's still munching on his fourth box of takoyaki. "Let's go, guys, the fireworks are setting off soon." Mark called out, you nodded joining the rest of the group. You ran to the bridge just in time as sparks of colours exploded into the night sky, blazing colours scattered across the sky.

The loud crackling of the fireworks and the "Ooohs, Ahhhs." from the crowd ringed in your ears, this is your first time seeing fireworks this close and it was magical. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and purples painted across the sky, bursting into the traditional blooming circle or a star, heart, and a smiley face. You were staring at the blooming fireworks but Yuta wasn't, his gaze was fixed onto your face. A smile painted your face, alongside with the illuminating colours, you were always cute to Yuta. But tonight it's different, maybe it's the way you braided your hair, the yukata you're wearing or the light makeup you were wearing for the first time. Whatever it is, it made Yuta realized his feelings for you, he finally acknowledged the call of his pounding heart.

"Y/N!" your eyes flew open, and your head jerked up immediately when the teacher called out your name. "Uh, yes Sensei!" you called out, standing up from your desk, your mind still foggy. "Y/N are you ok?" Kaito Sensei asked worriedly, "I'm good Kaito Sensei." you responded, your eyelids heavy, you couldn't get any sleep last night and barely any for the last few nights. Yuta’s birthday is tomorrow and you haven't finished preparing his present yet, it's almost winter and you want to gift him something useful. So you decided on knitting him a scarf, a yellow one in particular since it's his favourite colour, only just a week before his birthday. You brought the scarf with you all the time, knitting at every chance you got, at recess or lunch stuffing it in your bag hurriedly every time Yuta appeared, at the park when you sneaked out with Haechan in the park, at the cafe where you are supposed to study, at night instead of sleeping.

"Y/N you don't look fine, Haechan can you help Y/N to the sickbay?" Haechan nodded, stood up and carried you to the sickbay. You can finally rest as your body sank into the softness of the mattress and your mind went foggy. You were greeted by a worried Yuta once you wake up from your deep slumber, "Y/N did I wake you up?" he asked hands still clenching at the blanket he pulled up to keep you warm. You shook your head lightly and murmured a "No...", "Why are you here?" you questioned, "I heard you are sick, I was worried so I came to see if you're ok." he said softly, lifting his hand and pressing it onto your forehead, checking your temperature. "You don't have a fever that's good." he sighed, "How long have you been here?" you asked sitting up. "Since the start of lunch, how are you feeling now? Better?" he asked worriedly. "I'm good now!" you exclaimed, shooting him a thumbs up smiling brightly.

"Hmm!" you hummed contently and took another bite of the tonkatsu Yuta made. You never thought Yuta could cook, and cook this good, what can he not do. You stared at the ball of rice packed into a cute brown bear with cheese nose and seaweed eyes and mouth, you muttered a small "Sorry." before putting it in your mouth. Yuta chuckled, "You're too cute." he thought, everything you did is undeniably adorable to him, he wished he could just squish your cheeks all the time.

This is the first time you've ever had a homemade meal before, you missed the taste so much but how can you miss something you never experienced. You don't know, Yuta's food made you feel so nostalgic it's so warm and you can feel the love in every piece of food. You lived alone your whole life, even in the orphanage when you were surrounded by people. No one ever gave you that warmth and comfort of a family, your parents past away in a tragic accident when you were an infant. You don't even know what they look like, for some unexplained reasons your family haven't attempted to contact you even once since the day you were born. You left the orphanage as soon as you turned 15, your parents left you a quite abundant amount of wealth that you used on renting an apartment, paying school fees and all the other costs in life. You would either eat ramen or order delivery and you would live on canteen's food, you don't know how to cook or more like don't want to. You found no use in spending your times and energy on cooking when food is one click away with today's technology.

"Done!" you squealed and let out a sigh of relief, you held up the carefully wrapped blue present box decorated with a red bow on top. You placed it inside of a brown paper bag, you read the neatly wrote letters on a small piece of paper for the last time checking for any mistake and slipped it inside a white envelope. You pulled out a brand new rose red coloured wax seal stick from an antique wooden box, you held the wax stick over the moving flame. Smearing the melted wax on the envelope, you quickly stamped the puddle of glistening red wax using a custom stamp with your initials. You gently placed the letter on top of the present box before jumping onto your warm bed, and letting sleep take over you.

"Y/N!" Yuta yelled, pulling you into his chest, the blissful warmth from his chest spreading into yours. "Be careful, you could have got hit by that car!" he scolded, a sense of déjà vu washed over you both, "I'll be careful next time," you said reluctantly pulling away from the warm embrace. "Oh! Happy birthday Yuta," you exclaimed and held out the brown paper bag you've been holding in your arms. "Thank you!" his eyes lit up as he hastily tears opened the blue present box, he wrapped the yellow scarf around his neck immediately. "I knitted it myself." you whispered under your breath, "That makes it even more special." Yuta laughed. His long fingers traced over the soft yarn, he smiled brightly at the warmth spreading on his neck.

You and Haechan snuck out again, this time running not to the park but a familiar door. The large board with the usual "Photography club" written in colourful chalk is now replaced with "Happy Birthday Yuta!" in bold letters. You slid open the door, club members rushing from corner to corner hanging rows of photos of Yuta and pumping up balloons. "You guys are late!" Johnny complained, "It's Haechan fault, not mine." you shrugged, "Hurry and come help don't just stand there." WinWin whined still pumping up balloons enthusiastically. "Yes sir!" you saluted before rushing to Jungwoo helping him hang up balloons and fairy lights. Haechan rushed back just as the bell rang, holding a cake in his arms. Jaehyun snatched the cake from Haechan's arms, he placed it on the table in the centre of the room, "Hurry light this up!" Jaehyun commanded.

Doyoung barged in with a blindfolded Yuta as you lit up the last candle, closing the door behind him Doyoung removed Yuta blindfold. "Happy Birthday to you..." you all sang clapping, Taeyong held the cake up to Yuta and said "Now make a wish birthday boy!", Yuta chuckled clasping his hands together and blew at the candle extinguishing each one of them. Laughter echoed in the small room, the lunch was spent with club members making jokes and eating cake.

You ended the day with karaoke night, everyone sang their heart out in the colourful room. You haven't exchanged a single word during the whole walk between you and Yuta after leaving the karaoke place, he insisted to walk you home since it is not safe for a girl to walk home alone. It's actually just an excuse for him to stay with you a bit longer, the tapping sound of your feet on the pavement and the occasional crunch of leaves kept you sane. An urge to confess bubbled up inside of you, it's just you and Yuta alone and this is the perfect time to do so you thought.

"I like you!" you blurted out three words you have been burying inside of you all this time, stirring up the silence between the two of you. "I always have from the start-", "But I don't Y/N, I'm sorry," Yuta stopped you mid confession. His words pierced your heart, you felt like he just stabbed you with a knife in your chest. Everything went silent, you wished the ground would swallow you whole. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him because you knew once you see his face the tears that you are holding back will flood out. "Oh, it's ok. Um... my apartment is just around the corner so see you later Senpai!" you said trying your best to not choke on the words sounding as enthusiast as you can. You waved at him and sprinted around the corner before your legs finally gave out, the burning tears you've holding back stained your cheeks. You didn't know how long you spent on the ground bawling your eyes out, you should have known better, you should have known there's no way Yuta would like someone like you, you thought.

It have been five months since your confession, you thought soon the hurt will go away right? But it didn't, your love for him grew more and more each day you saw him and so does the pain. It is already graduation day, you will never have to see Yuta again after his graduation. You don't know to be happy or sad that you will never be able to see his smile again, the thought ran through your mind as you sat staring blankly at the boring ceremony.

"I wish you the best Senpai!" were the words that you wrote onto Yuta's yearbook, you gave him one last hug and a smile before waving him goodbye. Haechan was sobbing next to you, "I will miss you Senpai!" he yelled waving Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong and Yuta. You patted Haechan's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, his tears wetting your uniform. You sighed heavily, this is the end of your first and only love you thought as you stared longingly at his back, his healing smile and words still playing in your mind.

Your fingers traced over his smile in a small polaroid, the sight of his smile makes your heart ached. It felt like this was all just yesterday, your life resumed "normally" after the Third years' graduation just without their smiles and encouraging words in it. You treasured the polaroids, some you took without him knowing before you formally met, some you took after, some with you in it and some with all the members in it.

Each polaroid contained their own stories, you were reminiscing about Yuta's birthday up to the night that led to your heartbreak when a gust of wind swept by blowing the polaroids out of your hand and onto the street. You hastily run out to the street, picking up each and every piece of flying polaroid. The deafening honk of a car was the last thing you heard before the vehicle plunged at you. Your vision started to blur as the red liquid gushed out of you, forming a puddle on the pavement and drenching the pieces of polaroid you are clutching. His smile was the last thing that flashes in your mind as you breath out your last breathe.

Sobs and choking sorries echoed in the green cemetery, grey skies clouded over the sombre scenery. Bouquets of flowers were placed in front of the stone slab with your name written across, the photography club members were all there including the graduated members were there comforting each other. But Yuta was missing, he was nowhere to be seen, the members tried to contact him but to no avail. "There's nothing we can do now, let's just hope Y/N rest in peace." Taeil comforted the members wiling his own tears away, "Yeh, all we can do is to be happy so Y/N can be happy watching us from above." Jaehyun choked out tears staining his face. Everyone said their last goodbye before leaving the flower filled grave.

A familiar figure appeared, he is dressed in a black vest holding a bouquet of red roses, your favourite flower. Yuta hasn't eaten nor sleep since the news of your accident broke out, he didn't cry, he couldn't. It's like the world went black, he refused to believe that you are gone, you meant everything to him and more. The thought of not seeing you ever again terrifies him, he tried to hold on to a small glimmer of hope that maybe this is just a cruel joke or a nightmare that he would wake up from. But it wasn't, you are gone now forever.The grey clouds grew heavy as cold rain started to fall, drenching Yuta in the stinging liquid. He fell down to the ground right in front of your grave and gently placed the rose bouquet next to all the flowers lying on the grass. "I lied Y/N." he muttered, "That night when you told me you like me, that was the happiest moment in my life." tears started to fall out of his eyes wetting his cheeks. "I love you, but I couldn't." he choked out harsh tears crashing to the ground, the pouring rain have masked his tears but he was crying.

Yuta was diagnosed with a chronic illness right after that summer festival, the world couldn't be crueler to him he thought. He couldn't love you, he knew he couldn't stay with you forever, he knew he would break your heart if he told you his feelings. So he hid it and lied, the lie that took you away from him. The doctor said he have a year but for him he died the moment the words left the doctor's lips. Your smile was the last thing he saw, before his lung also gave out and he collapsed onto the cold, wet ground.

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