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doudouneverte · 9 months

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Secret Wife?

a/n: let's start this world cup with a little thing...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Fridolina Rolfo x NORWNT!Reader: NORWNT + SWEWNT x Reader

Summary: You have a secret realtionship with a certain Swedish player and you come out public after her final against Wolfsburg

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 2154

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Opposites attract each other; that is what a lot of people say. In your case, it was totally true. You married a woman who was your opposite in every aspect, even the professional one, Fridolina Rolfö. You both play football, but since you first met at a professional level, you have never played together.

You faced her for the first time in your first season in the Swedish league; she played for Linköping and you for Rosengråd. It was surprising how quickly you became friends after your first match and more a few months later. Except for some teammates, nobody knew about you two; they just assumed you were good friends because you didn't show too much in public, but that didn't mean you weren't there for her. To be honest, you were her number-one fan. Always here when she played, not so far from Malmö, and always cheered for her.

Then 2017 came, and you both received an offer to play for a different championship, the Frauen Bundesliga. It was a great opportunity, but you were a little sad when you learned that Fridolina wouldn't play with you again because she chose Bayern München, where you chose to play for Frankfurt. Even if you were always enemies on the pitch, when you were off, nothing could be better than when you asked her to be your wife one season after she moved to Wolfsburg.

After three years in Germany, you left the country to join one of your favorite clubs when you were younger, Real Madrid. Your first season, even if it had been interrupted, was very great, and you were ready for the next part of history until your wife joined your rivals, FC Barcelona.

Two wives playing for two rival clubs but also playing for two different countries, and that leads us to this day. A friendly game opposing Sweden and Norway—honestly, you loved this type of match; you always found her very attractive when you played against her, but it was on another level when she wore her national colors.

You were in the locked room, preparing yourself for the match in a few minutes, when your phone buzzed next to you. It was a text from Frido. A few moments later, you were so focused on your conversation with your blonde girl that you didn't notice that everyone was waiting for you for a captain's speech. Maren Mjelde cleared her throat, but you just giggled, visibly whatever the Swedish said was more interesting than this.

"You giggle like a schoolgirl," Ada Hegerberg commented, and you finally looked at your teammates.

"Oh, shut up, Hegerberg," you replied, rolling your eyes. "So, are you finally ready?" you dared to ask.

"Are we....?" Guro Reiten repeated a little offended "I swear I'll..." She didn't have time to finish before she got interrupted by Maren.

"We were actually waiting for you." the defender said, and you looked at everyone.

"Oh sorry. So let's go," you said, standing up and extending your arm, waiting for them to form a circle to start your usual speech.

In the other locker room, the Swedish team was impatient to play—a certain player more than others. "You looked excited." Magda commented, and Frido looked at her, confused.

"Yes, I mean, aren’t you?" Your wife asked.

"Yes, of course I am; I like to play against Guro even if I prefer to play with her." the captain replied.

"I totally understand you; it’s really cool to play with Ingrid, but I don't like to play against her, even if it’s fun," the forward said.

"Oh, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you were talking to Y/n." Kosovare commented.

"What do you mean?"

"We saw you glued to your phone when Magda was doing her usual captain's speech. Great speech, by the way." Zećira said this time getting a little ‘thank you’ from her Chelsea teammate.

"I think it’s Y/n!" Kosse said across the changing room, gaining the attention of everyone. "What? It’s true," she added when she felt every gaze on her.

"Yes it’s true, but—" The forward tried to defend herself but was cut off by Sofia Jakobsson.

"Why don’t you ever think about playing together? We wouldn’t have to support you missing each other."

"You’ve got a point." Zećira said.

"It’s not that easy. It’s not like she can play with us suddenly." Your wife said.

"Yes but you can always play for the same club. And I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I heard that a Londonian club wouldn’t mind having a new power couple in her team." The goalkeeper commented.

"I need to stop you right now; if they need to play for the same team in London, they will definitely play for Arsenal." Stina protested.

"And why?" Magda asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Because we all know that Y/n considers Frida like her little sister, and according to that, she’d choose Arsenal." Unfortunately, the conversation couldn’t go further because it was already time to enter the pitch.

The match went pretty well; well, it ended in a draw, but 3-3 is a pretty draw. After the game, you thanked the supporters and made your way to the Sweden team. Even if your relationship wasn’t public, it was not uncommon for the fans to catch you being touchy with the Swedish player; honestly, they loved it. That's one of the reasons they loved when you faced her, of course there was also the sportive part, but they couldn't help themselves every time you interacted together, and it didn’t take a lot of time before some edits shipping you two appeared online.

After a little session of sweaty hugs with Ingrid, much to her dismay, you finally made your way to the third Barcelona player in this match. Some cameras were still recording, and they didn't miss the goofy smile the tall forward gave you—definitely good content for the fans later. "Hey pretty girl," you said, and the captain of Chelsea next to you two rolled her eyes.

"Good game, girls. You played very well." Ingrid said, giving her club teammate a little side hug.

"You too, even if I'm better." Fridolina replied, and you playfully hit her arm. "What? It's true."

"Your only goal was when I didn't defend on you." You reminded her.

"Yeah, I know, but it's still a goal," she said while she opened her arms, and you fulfilled the gap. "You played very well." she whispered before landing a quick kiss on your head.

"Even when you try to be sneaky, you are still so obvious." Frida said.

"Are you jealous?" You joked, "You can come here." You opened your arms, and even if the midfielder tried to resist, she knew she could never deny your hugs. You looked like a little family, and you obviously knew that the fans would edit it, but you were too comfy between your wife and your claimed little sister.

When you broke the hug, you made your way to the changing room with Ingrid and Rolfö, not too far from Frida and Stina. You were talking about anything and everything when the Arsenal forward called you. "Y/n do you ever think about playing with Frido on the same team?"

"Uh uh, don't start that." Zećira said, coming out of nowhere.

You looked at the Sweden players confused. "Don't listen to them; they're just arguing about which is the best team between Arsenal and Chelsea." Fridolina said.

"It's more than that." the keeper protested.

"Let me guess, you just want us to join Arsenal or Chelsea?" you asked.

"Yes." Magda and Sofia said rolling their eyes.

"No!" Stina and Zećira countered, "It's more than that; imagine being with your wife 24/7, training with her, playing with her, and just wearing the same jersey."

"Okay let's not talk about it right now because I'm exhausted, but we'll think about it." you said before heading to your locker room.

The next few weeks you came back to Spain, and you managed to spend a lot of time with Frido after the end of the season before her final at Eindhoven. You tried to not attract attention in the stadium, but it was almost impossible. You couldn’t enter the stadium before some fans of both teams recognized you. And there you took some pictures with them, some of them questioning you about who you were supporting. You were wearing a light jacket, so they couldn’t see your Rolfö’s national jersey. Of course you were there to support your wife, but as a Real Madrid player and fan, you couldn’t say it loudly.

"I’m just here to see some teammates play." You replied with a little smile. Thankfully for you, they let you leave rather quickly. In your seat, you were mentally preparing for the next ninety minutes.

After those ninety minutes, FC Barcelona were sacred European champions for the second time, and Frida scored a goal. You were ecstatic in your seat during the game, acting like a groupie when your blondie touched the ball. When a member of the security came to escort you on the pitch, you were a little shocked because you didn’t really think the Swedish forward would spot you in the crowd, but she definitely did.

On the pitch, you came to congratulate your national teammates, and Ingrid gave you a sweaty hug, making you quickly pull away with a grimace. "You look good in yellow," the midfielder commented.

"But something tells me she would look better in blue and red." Caro Hansen added, and you rolled your eyes.

"Let’s not start it now." You didn't have time to say anything else until you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. you didn't have to turn to know who they belonged to.

"Oh no, the lovebirds are reunited again," Caro said, faking annoyance.

"Hey, don’t you have some Spanish girlfriends you want to see?" You said making them leave, but not before they mimicked how the Swedish player was clinched to you.

"Why do you wear my national jersey?" Your wife asked while her head found her space in the crook of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked, a little offended.

"I’m rather on the girl’s side this time."

"Oh no, we’ll not start that, not today." You groaned and turned around to finally face her.

"But I really think about what the girls said the last time, and, well, it’s been like, what, six or seven years since we started to play against each other. I know you would rather die than wear a Barcelona kit, but if one day I leave, would you come with me?" She asked with a pout.

"Honey, one day I asked you if you wanted to marry, and you made the mistake of saying ‘yes’ so unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me wherever you go." You joked.

"Even if I receive a proposition from Chelsea?" she tried.

"Okay don’t push your luck, Mrs.Rolfö." You replied dramatically, pushing away from her grip. The tall woman obviously didn’t give up and wrapped you close to her again.

The two of you were so much in your little bubble that you forgot that her team was celebrating and that the stadium was not totally empty when you pushed your toe to land a passionate kiss on her lips. When you heard some wolf whistles from Catalan players and the public cheering loudly, that's when you came back from your trance and remembered that you were not alone.

"Oh my..." you mumbled, hiding your face in your wife’s chest, who was laughing at your action.

"Don’t be shy, I think most of them already knew; it’s not like we’re good at hiding our behavior every time we’re together." Frido joked, "And at least now, everybody would know that you’re off the market, Mrs. Rolfö."

This night, like you assumed, you broke the internet, and a photo of you and Fridolina kissing was on almost every Woso fan’s Instagram stories and some of your teammates’ too. You received a lot of support from some teammates and even other celebrities. Magda and Pernille shared a cute picture of the four of you on a double date just after the Euro, and things went more crazy when Z posted almost all the cute pictures she took of you when you didn’t notice.

"I think that after today, if someone decides to sign one of us, they will definitely have to sign the other." The Swedish player said while she came to lay beside you.

"I still think we could have announced it in a better way." you said after you left your phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, maybe, but right now it’s just the two of us." she said, pressing a shy kiss on your head.

"I love you, Frido."

"And I love you more."

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lume-nosity · 1 year

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an: this is a reupload!! (copy and paste pain) because for some reason my original post wasn’t showing up on the tags?? even my own??? if this doesn’t show up again i’m just gonna leave it as is. also the og’s who saw the post before i took it down are the real ones <3 anyways, requests are closed but i took this as a suggestion because i wanted to do it. when i saw this in my inbox i felt productive/determined to fulfill this ask so you're welcome /Ih and holy shit 2k+ notes on part one you guys are crazy thank you so much i'm so glad you liked it!! you take care of yourself as well dear anon <3

‘i've got my eye on you.’ (pt. 2)

prompt: what would they do if they saw their s/o in an uncomfortable situation

characters: itto, diluc, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia, thoma, kaeya

style: fluff, much fluff

notes: not proofread, lowercase intended, possibly ooc because i used character demos/teasers/ a few voicelines as references, gender neutral reader, the smaller text is whispering, no dialogue/use for [name], kuki shinobu mention in itto's part, how tf do you write zhongli and kaeya, petnames: beloved, treasure, love, swearing, blood mention in tartaglia's part, tartaglia getting a little violent, got lazy while writing the last few portions

reblogs are appreciated!

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"HEYYYY THERE YOU ARE!! so uh, are these guys bothering you?"

"huh, so they are. hey! hey, no worries! ill getcha outta here. i'm THE arataki numero uno they’re dealing with."

"hey, so, you're making my lovely super amazing wonderful partner uncomfortable and i would absolutely LOVE it if you leave em alone."

"oh wait, they're already gone. OHHHH did i scare them?? HAHAHAAA, man, that was great. totally worth the scare. anyways! want to have an onikabuto battle? yeah? OKAY! come on, come on, come on!!! i know the best spot to find them. but just so you know, i will beat you this time!"

let me tell you itto's was a lot of fun to write. i don't have to write too seriously!!!

he was looking for you actually, to have a little onikabuto battle since he's determined to win. (despite the many losses he has under his belt)

but seeing you look so uneasy from afar, yeah no he's not having it. ran towards you at mach 20.

one simple glance at him, those creeps are running to their mothers. the best part was that itto was confused as to why they've run off but he assumed it was because of him.

well, he's half right, because what really scared them off was kuki shinobu's shadow quite literally appeared out of nowhere next to you and itto. mvp! you guys weren't aware of her presence, because after they ran off, she just walked away. stealthy. like a boss.

i find it canon that if itto has a s/o shinobu would do anything in her power to keep those two away from trouble/danger. it's her job as deputy leader of the arataki gang, right?

diluc

"look, i'm not interested in small talk, but i'll get straight to the point. if you wish to make things simple for the both of us, see yourselves out. i won't ask again."

"what am i going to do about it? well, wouldn't you like to know." (casually readies his claymore)

"what a bunch of imbeciles. *sigh* i apologize for not arriving here sooner, i'll escort you home."

"you. want to stay with me? alright, i'll arrange a room for you at the winery right away. no? ah. i see. then i suppose my bed would big enough for the two of us to sleep on. are you satisfied with that? good. now let's go."

he isn't the darknight hero for nothing

like the gentleman he is, he was going to accompany you until you get home safely and then exchange goodbyes.

but no, you wanted to stay with him for the night. he has many rooms for the guests to use, but when you in particular suggested to sleep with him in his room, he of course doesn't mind since it's you.

should it be anyone else, it'll be an immediate no. so be glad you get to have this privilege from the guy because he loves you and is willing to do anything for you

zhongli

"pardon the intrusion, but i believe now's the time for the both of us to take our leave. please excuse us."

"it'd be wise for you to not place your indelicate hands onto my beloved. lest you'll see a rather.. grotesque, outcome."

"my dear, are you alright? ... how did i find you, you may ask? oh, please do not underestimate me. i'm far more than what meets the eye."

"we are sharing a contract, after all. to live and cherish life with one another until the end of time, to be safe, filled with tenderness and warmth within our hearts, and to not have anyone interfere that great deal of a bond. for you are my greatest treasure."

rip my brain for having to push zhongli's portion out because it clearly cannot comprehend this man's vocabulary.

you and him are to follow a contract, yes. but it's similar to a confession, if that makes sense?

basically zhongli was the one to confess to you first with his built-in thesaurus (to which you accepted of course if you like him too) and then have you and him sign' this sort of contract as a promise to stick with one another for as long as life can allow it. and by sign...

it's a kiss. to seal the contract :)

ayato

"a pity. hm? yes, i am 'the head of the kamisato clan. but your concerns about my reputation is irrelevant."

"you're harassing my lover, and if i catch you doing this unsightly act once again, then i'm afraid i'll have to resort to something that'll make you wish you've never been born."

"ah, my words were too harsh? nonsense, it was vitally necessary. at least it'd driven them away. well, i guess there are benefits for someone of high status."

"come now, i'll have my staff cook you something to your liking. you are my lover, so they'll be sure to suit your needs. you needn't worry."

fun fact: i've never finished ayato's story quest so i was writing this blind (with the help of some voicelines/demos/teasers, this goes along with the rest of the men on this list)

originally, you two were going on a nightly stroll since he was free but were stopped by a group of creeps. however, ayato handled the matter in his way.

in his head, those creeps are a waste of time and mere bugs because, well, they are. and pathetic, because they immediately recognize him for his high status and they all shrank in his presence. which made things easier for ayato. he made a small threat, and then they zoomed.

afterwards, he wanted to bring you home for dinner instead. continuing to stay out after that ordeal was not an option in his book.

what a good man

tartaglia

"wow, you all are quite bold. daring to do that while i'm here? hah, how risky. i'm actually impressed, by how wrong of a move you've just played."

"say, wouldn't you guys be interested for a sparring session? i'll be delighted to fight you all at the same time to enhance my combative capabilities. no? are you sure? okay, the offer's still on the table you know. and don't think i'm letting you all off so easily."

"love, are you alright? did they hurt you? if they did then i'll be sure to give them the same pain as they did to you. but worse. hm? no? okay, if you insist."

"moving on, let's go home shall we? the more i think about those creeps, the more i'm itching to grab my blades and hunt them down. oh! no, it's nothing. let's move, wouldn't want to stay out for too long."

we all know that he'll definitely end them

the thing is, he was right next to you when it happened and it's almost as if those asshats were blind!!!

blinded by his beauty ig

well, those assholes should sleep with one eye open every night now that tartaglia has seen them.

thoma

"excuse me, my partner and i are in a hurry. we have important business to attend to and we wouldn't want to be late."

"we won't take up the rest of your time, so please, if you'll excuse us."

"phew, that was rough. i didn't like how they were treating you, so i wanted to help you out. oh nonono, there's no need to thank me! as your boyfriend, it's my job to make sure that you're safe and happy at all times!"

"to get your mind off of what happened, i'll cook dinner for you tonight. any preferences? favorites? recipes? ill be sure to write them down!"

thoma based

instead of staying and insulting them, he just makes up an excuse to leave! it saves less time!!

..which shunned the creeps to bits. because you see, to me, people who are as kindhearted as thoma are equivalent to sunshine. and by sunshine i mean blindingly bright.

too nice and polite to the point the creeps are blind and deaf, you get what i mean?

kaeya

"well, well, well, how amusing of you all to act in such a way while i'm here. clearly you weren't cautious about your surroundings nor able to understand the differences between common courtesy and disrespect."

"how do i think so? from what you were displaying a few seconds ago, there's an obvious answer to that. it's allill written in your face. uneasiness. just like my partner."

"run along now, before your feet will run cold."

"ah, please, spare me the thanks. i only did what i had to do. as long as you're safe, that's all that matters to me. now then, allow me to treat you to dinner. it's all on me~"

honestly i got very lost in writing kaya's portion despite listening to his voicelines for like 2-3 times :,)

but, what i can conclude from this is that he'll be the sly bro he usually is with people

except in here, it's a bit different. his words are like that of a snake, wrapping around its prey.

makes sense, because kaeya doesn't stand people who make his s/o uncomfortable. if he scares them off or anything, then so be it. anything to keep you safe.

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Hey hey, MIles gets jealous a lot in this movie, buuuuuut what if we talk about Gwen? 👀

Oh ho ho, I know there has been memes and stuff about that, but sure, let's talk about it.

I know we all mentioned jealousy coming from Miles, but I think is kind of poetic, but also hilarious, how quickly we go from Miles's jealousy to Gwen's.

Specially if we go with the fact that once again, while Gwen doesn't really own any explanations to Miles here, nor has she done anything wrong by being friends with Hobie.

(Also look at Hobie, I want you to remember that. Also he is amazing so he deserves the extra attention.)

Yet what is her reaction?

"Oh, not that many."

I swear, I am trying not to laugh.

See what I mean? Gwen is not only aware that Miles is jealous, she is still is trying to downplay it; even when she is convinced they can't work, she doesn't want Miles to misunderstand her feelings; which she has tried to hide, but I think at this point she knows she isn't doing a good job at it.

(The entire clock scene was very close to a confession let's be honest.)

Also, about Hobie, remember how I was bringing attention to him in the first image? Yeah I am still not sure what to do with it.

Let me be honest with you guys, to get these images I do a lot of slow-motion, which also helps to let certain frames sink better and be sure that I am not just making up what I am seeing; since a lot of these moments are things that last seconds. Very blink-it and you miss it.

And while looking at this particular part, I realized Hobie's expression when he was still were...interesting.

Look part of the reason looking at frames matter in animation is because in real life; an actor could had looked at one direction because he saw a crew member do a funny face, but in animation, when you need to recreate the scene for scratch and will probably be staring at this scene a lot to ensure is up to standard, things tend to have a bit more meaning.

That being said, if you look the scene to normal speed, is extremely fast. Maybe too much for the animators to intend for us to notice something.

So what I am trying to say is that I wonder if Hobie is purposely setting Miles off, and if he is doing so, I honestly think is just to mess with them a little.

Moving on!

If I am honest, you could almost believe Gwen just wants to move on because Miguel is waiting for them and the guy is already aggro, that was my first impression at least, until I re watched and realized that they are just seeing a demonstration before going to Miguel, so they are 1) Really giving Miles a tour, and 2) Stalling. Which doesn't match going straight to the boss.

Also Gwen's voice; the first time I saw this I remember being surprised that Gwen was asking to start moving because before this point she didn't seem to be worried. Her tone definitely sounds a bit exasperated, specially considering again how little they actually seem to care to get to Miguel.

So yeah, Gwen DEFINITELY was asking to keep moving because Miles' was attention was too much in somebody.

Let's rewind a bit because let's face it, I don't blame Gwen for being jealous.

I wish my computer had a way to render a little video without imploding because oh this takes a hot second and yep Miles definitely was looking at Margo a little awestruck.

Let me preface this saying I will not tolerate any Hate to Margo or to Flowerbyte or the shippers. She is great, and I will not tolerate ship wars here.

That being said, Miles definitely is looking a little too much at Margo; I partially thing Miles was a bit shocked because it has been a while since his spider sense got receptive to other spider (which happened a lot in the first movie, not so much in this one for meeting so many spiders.)

But again, I don't think is crazy to say she caught his attention.

No, I don't think Miles is doing anything wrong here, just like Gwen didn't do anything wrong before. They aren't dating, Gwen tried to shut that down, and is not like Miles is trying to upset Gwen or anything. He was just caught off-guard.

Regardless, just like I cannot blame Miles for being jealous of Hobie, I can't blame Gwen for being jealous of Margo.

She hides it better than Miles for sure, but like everything else she does, it comes back to the details and her actions.

Remember, they aren't particularly in a hurry, and she suddenly sounds exasperated out of nowhere. Hmm.

Now, the next moment is very blink and you miss it, I barely had the chance to notice while going in slow motion, but between Gwen telling Miles to move on, and Miles looking at Margo's avatar, this is Gwen's face.

Is very fast, probably the type of thing you don't pick up in theatres, but damn, I am cackling.

I guess she really wasn't expecting Margo to get such reaction out of Miles.

This a good moment to say, that while looking at this, you can see Gwen doesn't have any ill-will towards Margo.

Unlike the previous moment, this expression of her stays for a good moment; I remember that upon first stumbling with the confirmation that Gwen is jealous of Margo, I was shocked to see that expression on her, almost like she herself remembered that Margo situation is far from perfect.

I am SO thankful with the creators for making sure that neither from Miles nor Gwen, we get the plot line of one of them being jerks out of jealousy. Yeah Miles briefly tried to be spiteful towards Hobie, but didn't take long too change his tune, not to mention that Hobie really didn't mind.

And Gwen at any moment is shown to be bitter towards Margo, regardless if Miles was doing puppy eyes at her or not.

I just realized now, that Gwen is actually the first one to say they should go.

I really believe part of this was because the go-home-machine was looking a bit perverse. Even Margo looks a bit unsure of what to do of this, so it makes me wonder if is normal for it to look this painful.

(Sidenote, considering Miles and Gwen looked okay when they got out from this machine, I think Rhino was in pain because he was glitching at that moment. That would explain Margo looking like this if it was "normal.")

It doesn't escape me that Miles' reaction is the most shock one, no idea if Gwen could had picked on that being behind Miles, but maybe she realized Miles didn't particularly enjoy seeing that.

However, what happens next?

And here, I can only show it properly with this gif.

I want also to reiterate, that "Let's go!" Was from Hobie, I think he was trying to warn Miles.

Because Gwen didn't repeat herself, she deadass just sent a web and YANK HIM.

Again, wanting to go see Miguel my ass, you guys didn't seem particularly interested on that before. Not to mention that hey, you can see she isn't asking anymore and considering how she was looking at Miles from behind I don't think is because she doesn't want to be late.

Is a bit too small to take a proper capture, and hard to see, but yep, she looks mad.

I love how Margo laughs after this, like sure, Miles is endearing, but I also bet my left kidney she also clocked Gwen's crush extremely quickly because of this.

I almost expect Margo and Pavitr discuss who is crushing harder in the sequel.

Sorry for making this so freaking long and with so many sideways, but I think I needed to point out a few things, hope didn't bored anyone!

Keep suggesting moments!

#ghostflower #gwiles #gwen stacy #miles morales #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderman #margo kess #hobie brown #spiderwoman #ghostflower files #ask

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Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job

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Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.

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Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!

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Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??

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Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.

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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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Link. This is not what I told you to post.

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Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!

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Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.

Thanks everybody

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The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?

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The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".

-The Diety

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...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.

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Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard

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I am going to kill you.

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A Graveyard Smash

and here is the last one of the year! Hope you guys enjoyed our shorter but still there Halloween fics :) Pairing: Platonic the seven + a bunch of other ones x reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none! -Asnyox < prev.

You didn’t know what to expect from the grove as a party destination, yet you were slightly blown away. You noticed how most of the decorations were themed around the destruction of nature- pollution was replicated by snack stashes for the satyrs (and perhaps some fauns from Camp Jupiter, you were certain you saw Don somewhere sneaking around), there were red and yellow lights all around, simulating fire and there were many skeletons (which, given how Nico had immediately left after the group call two days ago, probably was courtesy of him). You didn’t know how to feel about the possible real skeletons laying around, so you opted to ignore the possibility of Nico summoning them.

However, you also saw that Meg and her siblings had deemed that to be a rather serious theme to decorate in, so here and there you found some more, handcrafted of reusable materials, generic halloween decorations. Except for carved pumpkins. There were so many pumpkins, but they were all uncarved. You guessed they didn’t want to show actual body horror to the dryads. There was some old-timey Halloween music playing, although you were unable to find any speakers. Guess the trees to really speak to you if you listen.

As you saw Leo and Jason’s costumes you just knew that Leo had bribed Meg to know what the theme of the party would be like. He must have, why else would he think of these costumes? You had to admit, you didn’t know Leo owned a hat this tall, but you didn’t put it above him to have crafted it himself.

“I don’t think the Onceler’s hat was that big?” You walked up to the duo, “Or the Lorax’s mustache that big.”

“I am lucky to not have to deal with the orange paint,”. Jason grimaced. Leo elbowed him.

“Say the line Jason!” Leo whispered, loudly. Jason sighed and deadpanned.

“I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees!” Jason tried to make a more spooky sound at the end of the sentence, after which Leo jumped forward, borderline belting.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be?” Leo’s ‘be’ ended, somehow, on a S-tone so it rhymed with Jason’s phrase. He was grinning proudly. Jason tried to hide it, but he did seem to get amusement out of his friends' behavior. You laughed.

“Jace, I have to be honest with you,” you looked at your friend, “I had a bet with Nico that you would be a tree. Will won though, he guessed the Lorax.”

“You had a bet?” Jason shook his head, “Let me guess, you do have a spare tree costume and want me to put it on so you win?” You laughed again.

“I wish,” you turned to Leo, “How is your hat staying up when it’s this tall?”

“Support beams made out of metal rods and foam!” Leo’s eyes sparkled, “carton in between, I can show you after the party, I swear it’s so structurally sound. Annabeth would love to know the skeleton of. this hat.” Leo pouted,“ It’s too bad she has been so busy with school lately, she would have loved to work on this thing together.”

“Everyone was suffering under me indeed,” you sighed dramatically, intentionally showing off your outfit.

“Wait, you’re-“ Jason got up real close to one of your sleeves, “That’s my English essay! How the fuck did you get your hands on that!” Jason shivered, “I still haven’t heard back from it, I sure hope I passed.”

“I shalt not say, dear Grace, whether you passed or not,”. You smiled, “However, I have my sources and thankfully an amazing artist who hand copied all of your work.”

“Luckily I do not have anything on here,” Leo laughed, “Dying was the best decision for that.”

—-

You found two sheet ghosts with cowboy hats a bit further out, talking to each other.

“But you’re so cute though!” Hazel exclaimed, “I’m sure Nico meant no harm.”

“I know it was just weird seeing that.” Frank sighed, “Hedge seemed really happy though.”

“Boo!” You yelled and the pair jumped up. After a second Frank leaned back. You couldn’t see his face underneath the sheet, but you figured he looked upset.

“That’s our line (Y/n)!” He faked exasperation.

“Yeah! We’re the cow-boos after all!” Hazel snickered while saying her phrase.

“Cow-boo? Oh- I get it,”. You smiled, “Yeah that is funny.”

“It doesn’t seem like that when you say that,”. Hazel sighed, “Well, what are you then?”

“Oh, for you I have my left leg,”. You smiled deviously, “Praetor's have a lot of paperwork after all.” You held out your leg. Frank and Hazel moved their eye holes to see more clearly as they bowed down to take a look.

“Uh Frank,” Hazel hesitated, “I think we forgot something.” Hazel pointed at your knee, “I did not fill out this document which we had to hand in yesterday.”

“I did uh, I did not either.”

“Fuck” they said in unision.

“Also how did you get these?” Hazel sounded panicked, “These are classified documents!” You laughed.

“Look, most of my costume is deadlines,” you added a spooky ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ to the last word, “but for you two I also choose to be a security breach. I can give you the name of the one who gave Calypso the files.”

“That would be great.” Frank said, “Uh, Hazel, maybe we should quickly IM someone at Camp Jupiter about the deadlines we missed.”

“Yeah, also (Y/n) you better hide your legs or we will steal your pants.” Hazel glared at you. You slowly backed away.

“How about dinner first?” You joked, as you ran for it.

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You quickly weaved around the crowd, trying your best to get away from Hazel and Frank. You stumbled into what seemed to be the heart of a gathering. On one side of the circle you had Rock, Paper and Scissors. On the other side you had The Argo II, together with the seven demigod heroes who defeated Gaea.

Except that Will was just standing on the side. You joined him quietly.

“This was Nico’s plan?” You asked him and he sighed,

“Yes and he stood on me being Percy.” Will looked at you, “As if he wanted to rub in that Percy was his first crush.”

“You look nothing like Percy though,” You laughed, “You’re blonde.”

“Nico wanted to force me to wear a wig,” Will shook his head, “I opposed him, wigs are itchy.” Will smiled softly, “Although the Cocoa Puffs are adorable, and it warms my heart to see Hedge in his element like this.”

“I look nothing like Will!” Percy’s voice sounded loudly. He seemed offended, “At least Frank looks really cute.” Percy pouted. One particular Cocoa Puff puffed out their chest in pride. Nico stood in the middle of it all, dressed at what you assumed to be a Reyna costume, as Reyna stood next to him, dressed in Nico’s clothes. Nico could hardly stop smiling at the reactions to the Cocoa Puffs. You were about to ask Will something when

“BAM!” Hege yelled as he hit you from behind with a blow-up bat, “YOU JUST GOT ARGO’ED!”

“Amazing,” you looked Hedge up and down. He was wearing a boat around his middle, and on his head was a … Festus Hat? Hedge looked like an excited child.

“Whatcha think, huh? Valdez even delivered on the hat!” Hedge let out an excited bleat, “Although it was all the kids idea,” he pointed at Nico, “I’m really happy to be included though! It’s been a while since all my cupcakes were in the same spot with me! And now I even got two batches! OH! I see Zhang over there, gotta hit him too!” And Hedge ran off.

After a moment of silence Will and you locked eyes, and both started laughing.

“He’s having a blast,” Will smiled, “Nico was right to get Hedge involved. How’s the scaring going?” Will turned to you.

“Hazel and Frank are panicking about some forms they forgot and the security breach,” You grinned devilishly, “Jason is just mostly disappointed, and I still have to show the Rock, Paper Scissors trio my outfit.”

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Annabeth hated your outfit. Whether it was the fact that you got her only failing grade paper on the back, or the fact that she did not want to think about the last minute mistakes she made in two of the other papers she would not tell you. However, she did say she would find Leo to, and you quote, ‘definitely not set fire to your costume and ruin Calypso’s hard work’. Percy held in his laughter until Annabeth was out of earshot.

“So where’s my work?” Percy eagerly looked around your jacket, and you pointed him towards the sleeve.

“Sally was eager to give it to me, she seems proud of your grades, even if they aren’t that high.” you said, and Percy had a bit of an embarrassed blush on his face.

“Whenever I get a passing grade she keeps it,” Percy explained, “to remind me what I am capable of.” He was still inspecting your arm, but suddenly stopped, “Wait, is this- I wrote this when I was 7!” he was now a mess, “Please don’t tell me you read it.”

“I did, Percy.” you cackled crazily for a moment, “Percy Jackson or should I say Aqualad! I am your embarrassing past!” Percy glared at you.

“Just because I wrote a Aquaman and Little Mermaid crossover does not mean I wanted to BE aqualad (Y/n).”

“I think it does,” Piper spoke up, “Also I appreciate the effort but I will not be looking for my work, thanks.”

“Aw, Pipes, come on,” you begged her but she shook her head.

“Deadlines cannot be scary unless you face them, so I am procrastinating.”

“Unfair!” you glared at her, “Piper Mclean I will come for you! You can run, but deadlines always catch up to you!”

After a moment of silence all three of you laughed.

Your moment was interrupted by Meg calling for attention. She was dressed as Gollum, while Apollo stood next to her in a Frodo outfit. A bit further in the back stood who you guessed to be Grover from the satyr legs, dressed as Gandalf.

“It is time to announce the winners of tonight's costume contest!” she yelled, and everyone cheered, “We have seen many amazing costumes, but one duo certainly blew us away.”

Percy, who still stood next to you, breathed out a soft ‘dam’.

“What? You really thought you would win with ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’?” you whispered and he just looked at you.

“I could dream okay?”

“Please come forth!” Meg paused, “Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus!” After a moment, filled with cheers, Calypso and Thalia took the stage looking absolutely stunning and creepy. Calypso was dressed as Harrowhark, with intricate face paint and basically wearing a skeleton around herself. Thalia was Gideon, with more shabby facepaint, the iconic sunglasses and with a six feet claymore on her back. They both bowed, looking up smiling.

“By my rules,” Meg continued after a moment, “You get to decide where to host next year, so where will it be?”

Thalia and Calypso looked at each other and Thalia shrugged, “I don’t know where I will be with the hunt, so it’s up to you Calypso.” Calypso looked a bit panicked, before taking a deep breath.

“I guess it will be at the Waystation then!” she announced, and there were loud cheers from the crowd.

As the party resumed, you hoped Calypso would be earlier with the invitations than Meg had been. After all, working with deadlines was pretty scary.

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Chapter 22 Paradise

(Not my gif, credits to the editor)

Chapter 22 of Moonlight

A/N- Okay this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written! I hope you guys like it!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF, blood! Talks of death! Another cliffhanger, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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It’s been so long. Almost ten years. And he hasn’t aged a day, he looks like you last saw him.

Then again…where are you? Heaven?

Could be…but it’s doubtful you’d actually be allowed in it after what you’ve done. So is it either one of the seven hells?

No…you're on a ship, the same one you took to Dragonstone from Kings Landing for the first time. Plus the sky is clear, the waters are calm, and there's a hue to your surroundings that makes it seem as if this wasn’t real. But it has to be right? You are dead? And you are seeing your father.

He looks so real.

“Father,” you greet him with relief instead of confusion this time and don’t wait a moment longer to break into a sprint to be able to throw your arms around his neck. “Father,” you repeat again in a shaky voice as happy tears fill your eyes.

Whatever this is, you’re happy to be in it.

“Hello my sweet darling girl,” he greets as he rubs your back.

You can’t hold back, you cry into his shoulder. “I missed you,” you mewl. “So much.”

“Oh, I missed you too,” he says before he pulls back and grabs your shoulders. “Look at you.”

You slowly meet his gaze and scoff. You’re a crying mess there’s no way you look presentable.

“You’re a woman grown,” he points out with a smile. “Last I saw you, you were a rebellious little girl. Then again it seems you haven’t grown out of your rebellious phase.” He chuckles softly.

You wipe the tears off your cheeks and chuckle. “You look the same,” you let him know.

He grins. “It happens here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and look around the endless sea. And only realize now that the ship is being navigated by no one, besides your father and you, the deck is empty. Only making you more confused.

“Where is here exactly?” You ask and step back to continue to study the open sky.

“You tell me,” he retorts, making you groan with discontent that he isn’t clear. “We’re on this ship. On the open sea. Why did you come here?”

Is this…a dream? A fever dream?

“I,” you stop and turn around to face him again. He meets your gaze before he walks to the side of the boat, you slowly follow him and finally look at your chest where the sword had stabbed you.

However, there’s nothing there. You’re not wearing your armor, you’re wearing a light purple summer gown, with jewelry inspired by your Velaryon house. It's like you’re prepared for your funeral pyre. So…what is this?

“I guess it’s because we both liked the sea,” you murmur your response, but you still lie in confusion. “But I still don’t understand if this is in my head?” You ask with a hint of disappointment when you finally reach your father's side.

“Well,” he sighs. “I suppose that question is complicated. I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once.”

You squint your eyes and shake your head. “I don’t get it,” you mumble. “Am I dead or not?”

Your father leans over the railing and sighs. “No. Not yet at least…you’re in a state of in-between. You got lucky, that sword didn’t hit anything vital.”

You hum and drop your head as more tears escape out of your eyes. “What about Addam?”

“You know,” your father whispers.

You’ve been so caught up in the moment that he didn’t even come to mind until now. Fuck.

“Can I ask,” you interject and lift your head. “Is he really your son? I mean I doubt it, but is he?”

Your father snorts. “Please ask yourself that again, my miracle child.”

You laugh softly. And now that you’re asking him it does sound silly.

“Can I ask something else,” you bring up happily. “Have you seen the man you would always talk about? Ser Joffrey?”

When you were young your father always had tales of his “friend” Ser Joffrey. How they’d go there and over here, they’d sail and ride Seasmoke, they’d have fun hunting trips. He was all your father talked about, and so fondly too. You were too young to catch what Ser Joffrey really meant to your father, it’s only when you got older that you realized that Ser Joffrey was his lover. Someone killed by yet another Green member.

Albeit now that man is dead, so Ser Joffrey got his revenge.

“Why,” your father says with a smile. “Yes I have. He wants to meet you. I’m sure he knows more about you than I do because of how much I talk about you to him.”

You smile in awe. “I want to meet him too,” you assure him. “Will I get to?”

Your father lets out a deep breath and shrugs. “I don’t know. I wish you wouldn't yet. You’re still so young. You’re not even twenty yet.”

You look at the blue glimmering ocean and sigh with gloom. “A few more days and I will be.”

“I want you to live a long life, y/n,” your father tells you softly. “You have so much to live for. Your children, your goals, and your dreams. Your hopes and desires.”

You feign a laugh and shake your head. “My hopes and desires have gotten me nowhere but in a mess.”

“A mess of your mistakes,” he actually agrees with you, causing you to gasp softly. “But mistakes you've learned from.”

“Have I?” You retort. “I mean I'm here, I’m dying, Gods knows where. If I learned from my mistakes perhaps I would be on my way to my mother's side…I would actually be with her before she had to flee. But no,” you huff and fist your hands. “I left. My brother is dead, and if I was there I could’ve helped, he’d be alive. Or if I didn’t leave way back then then my mother wouldn’t have closed off her heart the way she did.”

Your father exhales and reaches over to grab your hand. “Who knows? We’ll never know if you would have changed things by being there,” he says. “Perhaps you’d be dead too. All that matters is that you know you did wrong, now it’s time to move on from your past, there’s still so much to fight for, don’t let the past pull you into a darkness you won’t escape from. Or you will actually die.”

You swallow thickly and look up at the sky. “What if that’s what I want?” You ask. “I mean it’s peaceful here. No more fighting, no more aching heart. And you’re here too.”

Your father smiles softly. “Yeah, it’s been a treat seeing you again, but it’s not your time.”

You scoff and look at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Then why am I here?”

Your father sighs shakily as tears fill his eyes. “I’ve come to say goodbye,” he reveals, causing your breath to shudder—“I never got to,” he says. “We never got to.”

Your bottom lip trembles and you can’t help but let out a small sob. “I don’t want you to go,” you whisper and turn to grab him. “Please don’t go. Please I don’t want to go.”

Your father cups your cheeks and pulls you in closer. “We’ll see each other again, but not so soon. Please not so soon.”

You dig your fingers in his arms and shake your head. “No, please don’t leave me again,” you fight him. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Well,” he laughs softly with tears rolling down his own cheeks. “I think you’ve been doing a pretty good job without me so far.”

You whimper and throw your arms around him so he won’t leave, so you wouldn’t, but at that moment the hue grows brighter and his touch almost feels like nothing.

“Father,” you whisper.

Said man hugs you back and he whispers. “I love you.”

You cry, “I love you too.”

And with those last words uttered you’re swallowed by the light and suddenly you wake somewhere else. Some place where the sky is grey and cloudy, the air around you is chilly, and your pain feels unbearable.

“She’s alive! Call for the maesters!”

Who is that?

That voice sounds familiar.

“Princess,” they utter before the sky gets closer. “Do not worry you will be okay. I got you now.”

You blink and look at where the voice comes from and see the blurry face of Ser Jason right over you. His face is struck with disbelief and mixed with so much worry.

“Fetch the Queen!”

Is this where you are? With her? Home.

“Addam,” you utter through your haze even though you know he’s gone. “I—” you cut yourself off and bellow out as you’re hit with pain when he makes some harsh movement.

“Forgive me,” Ser Jason whispers and only briefly glances at you before he looks away with concern. “We’ll get inside soon. Just hold on, okay?”

You shake your head. “I can’t. It hurts, please just take out the blade.”

Since Ser Jason's face is so close to you you see the way he swallows thickly before he argues with you. “No. If I do, you'll die for sure. Just wait a while longer. The maester will help.”

You close your eyes and try to drown out the throbbing pain that hits you with each movement he makes. You just want to sleep again. Dream of your father once more. You don’t want to be here.

“Please,” you beg as you open your eyes to look up at him, “just take it out.”

“No! Just hold on—get the fucking maester!” He bellows.

You look away from the man and look up to try and find comfort in the sky, but that disappears and all you see is tall stone ceilings. They��re ugly things, but being awake is crueler. Besides pain, there’s so much more ache that barrels into you; guilt, memories of the past, pain you had long forgotten, and happy memories you wish to go back to. The voices, the laughter, and the crying from those memories all begin to crowd in your head.

“Make it stop, tell them to be quiet,” you say out loud with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Here! Put her here!”

“Careful!”

More faces then show up above you, faces that are strange to your fractured mind. “Let me go,” you murmur and try to push yourself up, but someone pushes you down, causing you to feel more sharp pain.

Yet you still try to fight the strangers looking at you like they’re terrified of you. “I said let me go!”

“You’ll only hurt yourself more princess, lay back,” a man tells you in a shaky voice.

You groan and try to get up, but there’s more voices.

“In here, put her down there and give me space! Myrcella heat up the rod! She’s still alive!”

The men carrying you put you down so all you can see is a darker cieling.

“Go, go give me space.”

“Let me in, let me in!”

“Your Grace—”

“Y/N!”

Through the pain, the madness in your head, and the thumping in your ears, there’s suddenly ease at the simple sight of your mother's beautiful yet exhausted face above yours. “Mother,” you mewl.

She picks up your hand and basks your cold flesh with warmth. “My sweet,” she whispers with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh my sweet girl. You will be alright…” she trails off and looks away. “Won’t she maester? Can you save my daughter?”

“I can but I need space, Your Grace, please.”

Your mother looks back at you and lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I will be waiting outside that door for however long it takes, just please don’t leave me.”

“Mother don’t leave,” you tell her with fear of death striking you for the first time. “Please.”

Your mother offers you a sweet smile. “I will be close. I won’t be far.” She pulls back, but lingers for a moment beside you. “Fight for me. Please,” she adds before she disappears and you see an old maester with white frizzy hair take her place.

“I will give you some milk of the poppy now, Princess, you will need it,” he says in a gravelly voice before he steps forward and takes your chin to force it down your throat.

You cough out and that makes your chest burn. The maester steps away and grabs the source of the pain before he yanks it out, making you let out a blood-curdling scream before you just see darkness again.

That’s all there is for a while. It’s so peaceful, and quiet. There’s no voices from memories, or memories themselves. There’s peace.

But that doesn’t last long because a familiar voice wakes you up. “Y/N.”

Your eyes flutter open and before you can take in your surroundings you look at who called you and gasp as you see Aemond.

He looks just the same as when you last saw him only a month back. And even if it hasn’t been so long since he…died it’s felt like an eternity since you’ve seen his beautiful face.

“Aemond,” you whisper full of utter bliss you can’t stop from feeling.

Even after death, you can’t come to hate him. Yet you can’t bring yourself to shed a single tear for him anymore. No matter how much you do miss him.

He notices that and questions it quietly as gets closer to you. “No tears for me?”

You draw in a deep breath and avert your gaze, noticing in that moment that you’re in King’s Landing, on the roofs you always escaped to as kids, and found a sense of freedom.

“I,” you breathe out. “I cried all I needed to cry for you. You understand why don’t you?” You interrogate him now. “I alone grieve you, but I also need to remember your sins that have me here. Do you understand that now?”

Aemond stops as he gets only a few inches before you, and drops his head. “I always understood, but are they sins to me? No, but I always did wonder why you stuck with me because of them? You could’ve killed me so many times, why didn’t you?”

You scoff and turn away to look up at the starry sky that’s of course accompanied by that hue from before too. You still sit and smile as you think back to the happier days. When you wanted nothing of war, when you wanted just to fly on dragonback and be with him.

“Are you really asking me that?” You ask quietly as you pat the seat beside you. “Here?”

Aemond hesitates but he then slowly joins your side on the edge of the roof. “I am,” he says. “I need to know.”

You blink and sigh before you turn your head to meet his gaze and his dispatch; Even in whatever space this is he continues to wear that?

“First and foremost,” you say with a laugh whilst you put your palm out.

Aemond glances down at it and sighs deeply before he takes his eyepatch off and hands it to you with a tiny smile.

“Better,” you coo.

Aemond’s smile fades and he returns to what you were talking about. “Now…”

You nod softly and continue to hold his gaze as your own smile falls. “I never killed you, I never hated you, Aemond, because I loved you,” you reveal, making him swallow thickly. “I love you until this very moment. Call it nostalgia, perhaps, selfishness for refusing to let you go, but no matter what,” you say with a soft look. “I could never grow to hate you. Even with all your faults. And all of mine, I continue to love you.”

Aemond scoffs softly and smiles faintly at the tiles you sit on. “We were really a pair weren't we?” He asks light-heartedly.

You chuckle. “Yes—we could’ve been a great pair if our lives had been different.”

“Yes,” Aemond agrees softly. “But we were a good pair for as long as we had together, don’t you think?”

You smile at him and nod. “Yes, I like to believe so. I mean besides our faults, and our troubles towards the end, we were good.”

Aemond lifts his gaze and to meets yours with a small smile. “I,” he utters. “I miss you. I don’t want to go without you.”

Your bottom lip begins to tremble and tears fills your eyes at his soft and kind words he often used to…manipulate you. You see that now, on the brink of death. He was genuine sometimes, but there were others where he just used those words because he knew you’d fall for it.

“Aemond,” you whisper.

Said man leans over and takes your hands in his to begin trying to convince you. “You always wanted a free life where you could be what you wanted, where you could travel the world, be a sailor, be a simple dragonrider forever in the clouds. You always dreamed of being away from the cage you called life, my love, so this is our chance.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the things you never thought he’d remember, or even ponder over as a reality. Sure…this is now…your mind maybe, a temptation death is using to lure you in, but he finally sees that part of you, he’s finally saying what you wanted him to say so many times in life.

“We could fly endlessly,” he continues to say while he now proceeds to cup your cheeks. “We could discover different lands, be whoever we want, live without the shackles of our royal life or their expectations.”

That sounds so nice. So painless.

“Just me and you forever now. Like we promised when we wed,” he adds and leans over to press his forehead against yours.

“You’d leave with me?” You ask shakily. “This time would you really leave with me?”

Aemond nods. “I would.”

You grin and don’t question your answer, you want to go on without pain or suffering. No more loss. Just sweet endless freedom.

You part your lips to accept, but before you can utter those words, soft voices sound behind Aemond.

You try to look because for some reason those voices sound familiar, but Aemond tilts his head and blocks your view. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “Come with me.”

You don’t take a moment to consider this time, you pull away from him and stand up. However, he does too, and blocks your view again. “Aemond,” you grumble and gently push him away.

Now that he isn’t in your way you see three young adults, a tall slim young man with blue eyes just like Aemond’s. He also has long curly white-silver that he has partially down to his shoulders while the other half is in a braid. He wears a charming grin, and he has a mischievous look about him. He looks oddly familiar even if you haven’t seen him ever in your life.

And the two young women he’s with? They share his same complexion, they all look alike, but the girls share a stronger resemblance; for example, one is shorter than the other. Most importantly they have different eye and hair colors too; the tall girl has blue eyes just like the guys, and her hair is blond-silver. While the shorter girl has white-silver hair and grey eyes; grey like a brewing storm that you’ve only seen two other people have, Cregan and…your daughter Daenerys.

Is this—how could you be so clueless before? This is them, Aerion, Daenys, and Daenerys. They’re all grown up, so beautiful.

“Aerion?” You muse. “Daenys? Daenerys?”

They look over and flash you a smile.

“Mother,” Aerion calls out in a deep voice. “Come we have something we have to show you.”

You grin and don’t hesitate to take a step forward, however, Aemond interjects. “Wait, stay with me. Y/N, Please. Please don’t go.”

He sounds so sweet and vulnerable. You have to look at him.

“Y/N,” he whispers and steps forward to slowly lift his hand off his side and offer it to you with a soft look on his face. “Please.”

You glance at his hand and debate his proposal.

“Mother,” Daenerys calls out sweetly. “Daenys has something important she wants to show you. Come!”

You look back and see Daenys giggle and hide something behind her back.

You feel intruiged so you walk over with glee.

“Y/N,” Aemond calls out. “Please, don’t.”

You stop in between them and peer back at him to offer him a sweet smile. That’s when you see happy memories of your past; from your childhood and to your adulthood. You even see flashes of the promise for a better forever. It’s tempting, but when you look at your kids all grown up and happy, you see a promise for a hopeful tomorrow in reality. You had begun to give up hope.

“Aemond,” you say and look over at him with tears in your eyes. “I—”

Yet before you can give him your answer light consumes you again and when you wake now, you seem to be in someone’s chambers.

Is this some other…fever dream? Escape, or a purgatory before death?

The chambers smell like some herbal incense. As far as you can see there’s no hue over your surroundings, there’s just a stone cieling. You can feel soft fur covers beneath your fingertips, which feels real, and most of all you can feel a sharp stabbing pain that burns on your chest.

Maybe if you recollect what happened before you saw Aemond you’ll know…

Yet all you can recall is unbearable pain, milk of the poppy getting shoved down your throat, and an old maester—Ser Jason comes to mind too, he’s hazy, but he comes to mind.

He’s helping you, and you’re…pleading for help—oh! That’s right, you’re with your mother. Somewhere.

“Mother?” You call out hoarsely hoping she’s in the same room so you don’t have to sit up.

And luckily she is here. “Y/N?”

Before you know it her face is over yours.

“Y/N,” she repeats again and now you see how red her eyes are, and how deep her eyebags look.

She’s probably been so worried, and you wanted the mercy of death while Ser Jason was carrying you inside.

“I'm sorry,” is the first thing you tell her. “I’m sorry.”

You’re always telling her that, but you also have so much to apologize for. You’ve let her down so many times.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat yourself. “I…don’t deserve your forgiveness, mother.”

She cups your cheek and wipes away the tears that began to roll down your cheeks. “You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing is your fault, I…was too strict. I should apologize to you.”

You shake your head. “You had to flee, you lost so much because I left.” You continue to cry.

“No,” she rebuttals. “Don’t go down that spiral. I don’t know if you could have saved the dragons or Joffrey that day, perhaps you would have met the same fate,” she says the same thing your father said in your close encounter with death. Which assures you somewhat, but that still won’t rid you of the guilt you feel.

“So,” she continues. “Don’t apologize for things we cannot know. Instead, apologize for scaring me now.”

You try to laugh but that hurts so you just smile. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t intend to get hurt. Then again even if I did I don’t mind because Daeron is dead because of that battle, and Vermithor is gone as well. I know that is not enough, but I hope it does please you, Your Grace.”

Your mother smiles softly and pulls her hand down to cup yours. “More than you know,” she assures you. “Both the traitors are dead because of you—”

“Addam and I,” you cut her off to correct her. “I was not alone. It was Addam, an army from the Riverlands, and I.”

Your mother nods and her smile brightens. “Yes, I heard. Thank you, my Sweet. You make me proud.”

More tears stream down your face, but this time they’re born out of joy.

She’s never denied you affection, she was very caring all the time, so her showing you love isn’t strange. It’s just odd hearing her say those four words at this moment, during this war.

It’s a small comfort for your aching soul.

“Thank you, mother,” you whisper and squeeze her hand.

She offers you a gentle smile before she leans over and presses a kiss on your forehead. When’s she pulls back she looks at you with worry. “Does it hurt terribly? Should I fetch the maester?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m…okay now. I'm just confused as to how I got here.”

Your mother chuckles softly at that and her smile doesn't fail to show on her face. “Astraea,” she reveals. “She flew in, hurt, but she flew in and put you down somewhere safe.”

You beam at the ceiling. “That’s my girl,” you muse before you tilt your head back down. “Is she doing better?”

Your mother nods. “Yes, it’s been around three days so she’s getting a lot better.”

3 days? It’s felt like hours.

“And my children?” You finally ask as you remember what illusion or dream you were just lost in. “I hope they haven’t been a fuss.”

“No,” she assures you. “They’re great, I love being around them. They take that from you. You were always an easy babe.”

You hum softly and start to feel tired again.

“You know,” you mention softly and look away from your mother. “I saw them, Aerion, Daenys, and Daenerys. They were grown up and beautiful, every single one of them.”

“Y/N?” Your mother questions in confusion to your comment.

You swallow thickly and more tears spill. “I also saw father. He looked the same…I miss him.”

“Ser Jason?!” You hear your mother exclaim as she pulls away.

The once burning pain turns to agony, and as minutes pass the clear view begins to blur as you feel your body burn up.

“Princess?”

You groan softly and blink to look over. In that moment you swear you see the grey eyes of Cregan looking at you.

“Cregan?” You ask out loud.

“No, I apologize,” they say, making you blink repeatedly.

Your vision isn't clear but you do manage to see Ser Jason. It disappoints you.

“Oh,” you whisper and look up again. “Where’s my mother?”

“Being the Queen—or her presence was requested,” he corrects himself. “I’m here to give you something for the pain.”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t want milk of the poppy. I've seen what it does. No.”

Ser Jason laughs nervously. “No, it’s not that. It’s something else for the pain. The Queen is reluctant on trusting the maester, so I offered this solution. It…tastes horrid, but it helps.”

He proceeds to lean over, and you feel his cold hands grab your chin. “I’m just going to help you drink some.”

You part your lips and speak first. “Did you know you’re having a child?” You remark sassily even if you’re in immense pain.

“I don’t think so,” he rebuttals, making you scoff and glare over at him.

“How typical, at least be a man about it,” you spat, making him freeze.

“I just,” he sputters. “I mean, I don’t remember that night. All I remember is Alys, naked. I only drank a couple drinks but not enough to get me drunk, I know that, so I don’t know if that child is mine.”

You freeze now and feel bad for acting so coldly and being resentful against him. “Oh,” you whisper. “Sorry. She is a bitch.”

Ser Jason stays quiet and then tilts your head down so he can pour some of that sour and bad-smelling liquid in you.

You of course gag but he tilts your head down so you forcefully drink it

“Lord Stark wrote to your mother,” Lord Jason shares, making you gasp as you try to stomach the fucking medicine.

Maybe that’s why he said it, to distract you from throwing up.

“Albeit,” he adds as he pulls his hands back. “The host he promised your mother will take time to arrive since his realm is large, he says, and he needs to bring in his harvest for the winter.” He scoffs, but you smile happily and with comfort filling your heart.

Finally, Cregan is coming. Finally.

“You should see the North at night,” you murmur while your eyes begin to feel heavy and your breaths get hard to actually produce. “When snow blankets the lands, and the moon kisses it…it’s so beautiful—will we go back to the wall again?”

“Princess, I just need to tell you something. I have harbored in my heart for so long now—”

“Let’s go to the woods tonight,” you murmur as you imagine Cregan beside you. “That way we no longer have to hide…”

In your delirious mind, you can hear him beside you. “Princess? Are you luring me to the woods alone? What would your mother say?”

You grin softly. “My mother…” yet you don’t finish because you’re then whisked away again.

This time whatever made you see ghosts of your dead loved ones took time to get you. You almost thought you escaped from its clutches, but that light blinds you again. However, this time something feels different, it feels better. Freeing. There’s no worry or stress about anything. But this time there’s no scenery, there’s darkness, and a door shining in a bright light at the end.

The sound of laughter leaves from the door and voices you know echo. You don’t know what it is that lures you, but you know you feel peace walking to it.

That is until someone speaks behind you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You turn around and immediately smile as you see your brothers, Lucerys and Jacaerys.

“Finally,” you muse before you run over and wrap them both in an embrace. “I missed you guys so much.” You close your eyes and bask in their presence.

Lucerys hugs you back and clutches onto you. “We missed you too,” he says back, making you smile brightly and cry quietly.

It hasn’t been so long since you saw either of them, but it has felt like fucking lifetimes!

Nevertheless, just as you are enjoying the moment you get shoved back. And as you tear your eyes open you see Jacaerys glaring at you with that intense stare of his. However, you also see more now too; the black background slowly changes to Dragonstone. The ground you stand on turns to sand, the nothingness turns to a cold fresh breeze, and the sky above your hands turns to blue and gets littered with dragons, but again a soft hue begins to cover everything.

“You chose home, huh?” Lucerys asks, ignoring Jacaerys reaction.

You smile at Lucerys and part your lips to speak to ignore your brother too, but Jacaerys cuts in with anger. “You promised! She’s not done yet!” He complains and steps forward.

You look away from Lucerys and meet Jacaerys angry glare calmly. “It’s over for me,” you mumble and look back, noticing that the door that leads to the afterlife is standing in the middle of the sand. As if waiting for you to walk inside.

“That’s why Im here arent I?” You ask your brothers as you look back at them. “It’s why father visited me, why I also saw Aemond.” You sigh and plop yourself down on the sand to look up at the sky and watch Arrax and Vermax circle over the shore. “I can’t fight anymore, it’s over, and I’m glad…I’m done.”

“Done?” Jacaerys rebuttals. “You’re not done with shit, you promised me that you’d fight for her, that you would help her get on that throne and win this war.”

You look up at him and remain calm. “I did, she was on the throne, I’m done, Jacaerys. Let me be here with you guys. I’ll wait for my children here until they grow old and wrinkled.” You smile softly and glance down to watch the waves roll in.

“We will be here when you come back,” Lucerys interjects softer than Jacaerys. “Don’t you want to see your children grow?”

Your soft smile fades and the sight of the rolling waves begins to become unpleasurable. Do they really want you to go back to fighting, and to watching more people you love die?

You’ve beared it long enough, you can’t do it a moment longer, you’ll completely lose yourself if you do. So you’d rather leave while you still have some of you left.

“I can watch them grow from here,” you argue. “If that’s possible anway.”

“No, no!” Jacaerys exclaims and grabs your arm to yank you up forcibly. “You still have a chance, you still have a chance to fix things, why aren’t you trying?!”

You don’t cry, or respond with anger, you let out a simple breath and answer him calmly. “Because I’m scared…I don’t want to lose anymore. You, Lucerys, Addam…I can’t lose anymore. That’s why.” You pull away from his grasp and walk over to the shore instead.

Footsteps of course follow after you, and the arguing doesn’t stop from either of them.

“Don’t you think mother is scared?” Lucerys interjects this time. “She’s the Queen, but she’s still our mother. Don’t you think she’s scared of losing you? You’re giving her hope, and you want to break that by choosing the easy way out?”

You scoff and turn to look at him with shock. “When did you grow so wise little brother?”

Lucerys rolls his eyes. “I'm just saying the truth,” he says. “Mother needs you. I know it’s scary, but you get to choose right now; walk through that door,” he points over at the door luring you in. “Or go back and live on for who you’ve lost. We'll always be watching over you, we’ll wait for you, but we can only do that if you fight.”

This time your eyes do fill with tears, this time you begin to feel guilt and pain return to you. You were numb to it, but now it returns like the waves crashing in the sand behind you.

“Fight,” Lucerys adds with a tiny smile on his face. “For all of us.”

You swallow back your tears and shake your head. “But I want to stay here with you, with Jacaerys,” you mention and look at your brother standing by Lucerys. “Please.”

“We’ll wait for you here!” A new voice chimes in, making you gasp. “Isn’t that right boys?”

You spin around and see Addam, he’s healed and approaching you with a grin.

“We did hell of a job, huh?” He adds.

You cry and then break into a sprint to throw your arms around him. “Addam,” you whisper.

He hugs you back and chuckles. “Hello.”

You pull back and meet his gaze with tears. “We won,” you mumble with glee. “We did.”

Addam nods and grabs you by your arms. “I know. And you lived, so live on, y/n. Keep fighting, win.”

“But,” you argue and step back to face Jacaerys and Lucerys too. “How?”

Jacaerys shrugs. “With everything you got?” He says, making Addam laugh.

“Yes,” he agrees. “With everything you got. If you lose you get back up again and continue fighting.”

You still aren't satisfied, nor are you fired up with inspiration, but as you hear all of them so eager to motivate you, as you see them here not being able to have the chance you have to keep living, how can you not listen and keep fighting?

If not for you, then for them. They deserve their justice don’t they? It’s still not done until Aegon is dead too, until your mother's rule is at peace.

You can help her do that with all you have left.

“Will you be here?” You ask the three of them. “When I come back?”

Jacaerys sighs with relief and nods, whilst Lucerys answers. “We’ll be here,” he assures you. “We’ll wait for you and move on together.”

You offer them a wobbly smile and step in to wrap the three of them in an embrace. “I was lucky to have been given brothers. I love you all.”

Addam pats your back, and Lucerys responds. “We love you too. Now…”

“Keep on fighting,” Jacaerys finishes for him.

You close your eyes and take in this moment as you feel yourself return to reality.

However, as you open your eyes now, a new setting welcomes you. This time instead of stone ceilings, you see a cieling made of wooden panels. This time you smell the salty air, you feel the bed rocking gently, and see a bright light shining over your eyes.

You have to be on a ship. Are you going to Dragonstone already? Your mother did mention that before.

You sit up as you fight the pain in your chest, catching your mother inside the small cabin with a baby in her arms. You also notice Ser Jason sleeping on a chair by the door.

“Mother,” you call out softly.

Said woman picks up her head and turns around slowly with her eyes wide, and Daenys sleeping in her arms.

“Y/N,” she whispers before she quickly walks over to sit on the side of the bed.

“Happy name day,” she reminds you of your special day. “I know it’s not very exciting like you like, but once get to Dragonstone we can have dinner, or do something you like how does that sound?”

You smile and nod while you reach over to caress your baby's head. “That’s great, but as long as you’re there, mother I’m more than content.”

Besides with all this grief, with this pain, you don’t feel like celebrating like you would. You’re fine with a simple dinner and some kind of yummy dessert. It’s a drastic change from your usual name day wishes but well this year something small will have to do. Besides you’re being honest as long as she’s here, you are fine.

“She hasn’t slept well over the past couple of days,” your mother shares and pulls the blanket tighter over Daenys. “She has barely been able to at least take a nap…maybe she knows her mother has been in pain.”

You giggle softly. “She'd truly live up to her namesake if that is so,” you retort and look away from her to look at your mother, noticing how exhausted she still looks. “Have you slept?” You ask and sit back slowly.

Your mother looks away from Daenys and sighs deeply. “I’ve slept enough,” she answers vaguely. “You fell back for a couple days. You’re a mother now so I know you understand that worry.” She smiles.

You grin sweetly and nod slowly. “Yes…” you trail off and avert your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” she counters sternly. “No more apologies. That's an order from your Queen.”

She should hate you, but you’re glad she doesn’t. “All right, Your Grace.” You look over at her with a soft look and move on like she wants. “What now then? We are going to Dragonstone, yes?”

Your mother nods. “Yes. And we plan to wait, Lord Stark sent an envoy so we should gain his support soon enough. Lady Arryn has sent an envoy as well, but it will take time since they are so far away.”

You hum softly and glance over at Ser Jason as he shifts in his seat. “Well,” you whisper. “Then we'll wait. Besides, Astraea needs rest too. With all the dragons gone, a burden falls on her now until more dragons are born.”

“Yes, so as soon as we get home we’ll give dragon eggs to Daenys, Aegon, and Daenerys, with hope they will hatch a dragon. I will try as well, but mine is not a guarantee.”

You smirk and gently grab her hand as you recall what you were told in that plane before death. “Don’t worry Astraea and I will carry the burden, we will fight. We’ve fought great odds, what’s a little more?”

Your mother laughs softly and holds your hand to caress it gently. “Just make sure to not over exhaust yourself though, I still need you.”

Your eyes water and your smile wobbles. “And I you,” you redirect before you grin brightly. “I need to tell you something.”

Your mother blinks and waits patiently.

You sigh softly and can’t contain your smile. “While I was in some state between life and death, I saw them again….Jacaerys and Lucerys.”

Your mother stiffens and the corner of her lips twitch to a smile.

“They were okay, upset at me for being there but they’re okay,” you assure her. “They’re watching over us,” you muse.

Your mother's eyes get watery, but she doesn’t shed tears, she just smiles down at Daenys. “With luck, we won’t see them for a long while, until then…I’ll keep dreaming of them. But I’m glad you saw them, what did they say?”

You sit back and groan softly because of the pain. “They told me to fight with you. To win this war once and for all, so I shall.”

“Land incoming!” The voice of a sailor rings from above deck.

You look out the window but see nothing, so you lay back and touch your chest, feeling the bandage under your gown. “I hate feeling this way,” you grumble.

The sleeping man by the door opens his eyes as he shifts up on the chair looking slightly startled.

“My grandfather says a knight sleeping on his post should be whipped,” you interject and watch your handmaiden Vanessa walk through the door.

“Well, forgive me,” he responds nervously and teasingly, not knowing if you’re serious or not. “You were asleep for so long I thought I could get away with it.”

You offer him a soft smile and focus on your friend. “Princess,” she exclaims with a growing smile.

“Vanessa, my friend,” you greet quietly as speaking begins to take from the low energy you have.

“I'm happy you're awake,” she tells you when she reaches your mother to take Daenys. “I’ve been so worried.”

You sigh and glance over at Ser Jason stepping out the door to hear some form of instruction. “You don’t have to be for long,” you assure your handmaiden. “I’ll be okay. Are you?”

Vanessa smiles and nods while she rocks Daenys to make sure she stays asleep. “Now I am.” She smiles.

“Good,” you whisper. “I’m glad.”

More handmaidens scurry in your room, one takes Daenys to get her ready to disembark, and one of your mothers handmaidens tries to take her away, but she stops to talk to you. “I will be nearby if you need me. If not we’ll see each other on the deck, okay?”

You can’t help your amused smile as you nod in comprehension, letting her walk out a bit more assured, and leaving you with Vanessa and a few more handmaidens that help you dress in a black long-sleeved gown that has slits running down the middle of those sleeves. You feel warm fur that’s covered by your gown since it’s only meant to keep you warm. They put on a red cloak to go with the black gown, so you can coordinate with your Targaryen house colors. And lastly, but gently they help you put on silver chest armor to protect the wound on your chest.

“I think we should send for Baela,” you break the silence once the pain isn’t stabbing your chest. “Moondancer might be small, but she’s still fierce just like Baela. Should can help. As well as Rhaena.”

Vanessa hooks your arm around hers and begins to walk out of the cabin. “Yes, I will send them an envoy the moment we get inside.”

You smile softly. “I’m so relieved to finally be home. I’ve been moving around too much, it’s awful,” you complain and see Ser Jason push himself off the hall wall to hurry to your other side and grab that arm. “Please,” you mutter. “It’s a chest wound, I can walk…kind of fine.”

Vanessa laughs softly. “If I let you go would you walk fine?”

“Oh, well yes Ser Jason is gripping onto me.” You grumble and slide your eyes over at him.

“Apologies I didn’t know how much you can walk,” he excuses himself.

You sigh and look at the door that leads to the deck. “It’s fine, just loosen your grip before you break my arm.”

“Oh, so you’re feeling like a fool today?” Vanessa teases you. “That’s quite a change.”

You smile at her. “I’ve had quite an exciting past couple of days, plus today is my name day! I need some form of excitement.”

“It’s today?”

“Happy name day princess,” Vanessa says as she gently caresses your hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted it celebrated or not so I kept quiet.”

You smirk. “Thoughtful as always. And yes, Ser Jason it’s today. I’ve been alive for 20 years, it’s maddening.” You let out a deep and sad sigh but don’t let it show on your face.

“Well, we’ll make it the best,” he says. “If it’s what you want of course.”

You laugh quietly and nod softly. “We can try.”

The door to the deck opens and as you step out, cold and thick rain droplets greet you. Nevertheless, as thick and as hard as the rain is falling, you still look up to search for your dragon.

You don’t see her though. Which isn’t odd, she probably stopped nearby since she is injured, so it’s good, she needs to rest. However, it would be nice if she could block the rain with her body, it’s only calming to look at, not be under as you’re feeling shitty as you do.

Why can’t it be snowing instead?

“Come,” Vanessa urges you away from the door. “The Queen is waiting.”

You drag your eyes to your handmaiden. “You might as well be carrying me. It's okay, I won’t fall, Vanessa. Let me go please. You’re both going at different paces. I can't keep up.”

“Are you sure?” She double checks.

You offer her a smile and nod softly. “Yes. Just stay close, and I’ll be fine.”

Vanessa is hesitant but she does as you ask, letting Ser Jason whisk you away to join your mother, brother, handmaidens, and children all protected by her three Queensguards.

“Ready to go home?” Your mother asks.

You nod. “Please,” you say with a faint smile.

Your mother holds your gaze and mirrors your smile before you move on and disembark from the boat where you’re greeted by an escort made of a man you know, Ser Alfred Broome, and forty other guards. Since it is raining and that shields a lot of the men’s faces, Ser Alfred’s sullen face is the only one you recognize.

“Why is Ser Robert Quince not here to receive us?” Your mother asks the sullen-looking knight.

“We will be seeing our fat friend at the castle,” Ser Alfred responds nonchalantly, letting you drive your attention to the dock you just got off and noticing that it’s very lonely; actually it’s only you on this dock, not even the dockside brothels look to be occupied, and even if it's pouring or storming the brothels always are occupied. Not today though. Strange.

You don’t point that out to your mother though, you walk away with her and follow the escort towards the tall ancient castle.

Now at first, you don’t notice it, the endless pain you feel is irritating but when you can think past that pain you notice how tense it all feels. The guards escorting you to the castle all look more stiff than usual, you keep catching them glancing at the sky as if they’re waiting for something to drop by. It’s weird but you don’t point it out either. It’s probably just the rainy weather anyway. That or the fact that your mother is fleeing back home. Either or, you don’t point it out. You follow them, keep at their pace, but come to an unusual stop when you reach the battlement of the gatehouse.

“What’s wrong Ser Alfred?” Your mother asks.

Said knight turns slowly and his glare burns in your mother. “Our fat friend is here,” he mutters and looks up.

You shoot him a pointed look but follow his line of gaze, finding that to be a mistake the moment you see four bodies hanging off the wall. One was so incredibly burned that it was unrecognizable, the others you knew though; it was the castles steward, the Captain of the guard, the man who would train your brother, the Master-at-arms, and Maester Gerardys; his body like the burnt one is awful, whereas the other body was burnt, this was one had his entrails hanging out of his body as only his head and torso hang off the wall.

But how? Who—

Wait no, that's a dumb question. It’s all starting to connect, the tension, the deserted dock, the anger behind the knights glare, and now the bodies of people who were loyal to your mother. This is no welcome, this is an ambush.

“Mother, flee!” You shout and quickly reach over to pull out Ser Jason’s sword from his sheath since he’s right by you.

But just as you do the men sent to be your escort unsheath their weapons and fall upon the three guards that were protecting you.

The children then seem to sense the danger, they probably hear the metal scraping so they begin to wail, adding to the already high tension.

“Ser Jason! The children!” You command, and then watch as your mother's Queensguard begins to get slain; the first man to fall is Ser Harrold Darke with an axe to the head. And seconds later Ser Adrian Redfort is next, leaving one more, and a heavily wounded you.

“Mother,” you bellow and push Ser Jason away to reach your mother with energy borrowed from your adrenaline.

“Y/N!” Your mother calls back and grabs your arm before you twist around to try and swing at one guard.

However, as you leave your back exposed to the others, someone finds the chance to point a blade at your back, causing you to freeze and grip your mother's hand out of fear.

“Drop—”

No.

“The sword.”

Your eyes widen and a breath hitches in your throat before you drop the sword. When you turn around you see the unbelievable Ser Jason pointing a sword at you.

It’s actually him, you’re meeting his blue eyes, and you’re seeing his face. Ser Jason betrayed his Queen, he betrayed you.

“You bastard,” you grimace with a furious glare on your face.

“The children will be safe as long as you behave,” he counters in a cold unrecognizable voice.

You suck in your cheeks and pull your head back a little before you spit forward on his face. “Fuck you,” you spat.

Ser Jason sighs and wipes the spit off his face before he slaps his arm around your arm and shoves you forward, breaking you away from your mothers grasp.

“No, please my daughter,” your mother begs.

“Try anything and I’ll kill her,” Ser Alfred warns as he kills the last of your mother’s Queensgaurd.

You try to look at your mother, but then another guard comes to your other side and slaps his arm on your other arm.

If only you weren’t injured. If only Astraea wasn’t. But you are and she is too, so now all you can do is watch as men with spears walk up behind you to point their weapons at you, your mother, and the handmaidens carrying the children. You’re too weak to fight, even with adrenaline pumping in your blood with one hit and you’ll die. You barely made it out of this as it is.

So you have to give up and get marched at spearpoint through the castle gates, and into the castle ward where you come face to face with a dead man and dying dragon.

Because of course, Aegon is still fucking alive.

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The Tortured Poets Department of schloss einstein ; the anthology

part 1 here and now we continue except the nitpicking gets more crazy the closer you look.

Enjoy :]

The Black Dog - Ava Eilers (Staffel 27 post 1065)

I am someone who until recent events You shared your secrets with And your location, you forgot to turn it off And so I watch as you walk Into some bar called The Black Dog And pierce new holes in my heart You forgot to turn it off And it hits me I just don't understand how you don't miss me

So Ava revealed that Patrick actually really hurt her and to this day, it still seems to be something that drifts them apart yet Patrick seems like he doesn’t know anything about it, perhaps doesn’t even see it as a big thing. Yet to Ava, this was everything. (written pre 1067 btw)

imgonnagetyouback - Leon und Simon (Staffel 27 post 1066 u 1067)

Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike, I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back Whether I'm gonna curse you out or Take you back to my house, I haven't decidеd yet But I'm gonna get you back I, I hear thе whispers in your eyes I'll make you wanna think twice You'll find that you were never not mine Small talk, big love, act like I don't care what you did I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch Then ran and hid

this is mostly here for shigs and giggles and bcs we got a Limon l-word bomb before we got Nolin so yeah

How did it end? - Noah Temel (Staffel 27)

And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign Come one, come all It's happenin' again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one Except all of our friends We must know How did it end? (...) Say it once again with feeling How the death rattle breathing Silenced as the soul was leaving The deflation of our dreaming Leaving me bereft and reeling My beloved ghost and me Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G It's happenin' again How did it end? I can't pretend like I understand How did it end?

To me, this is Noah being an outsider in the divorce of his parents, being just a child as his parents kept fighting, kept moving on and throughout all of this, he has no idea why it is happening nor how it came to an end like that.

So High School - Marlon und Nesrin (Staffel 27)

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you And in a blink of a crinklin' eye I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me (...) Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two (...) Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Don’t think I need to explain this one.

I Hate It Here - Maxi Zielenski (Staffel 27)

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to, the only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here I hate it here Nostalgia is a mind's trick If I'd been there, I'd hate it (...) I'm lonely, but I'm good I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose

Okay I think we’re all aware that Maxi probably hates every place she is in. Her home felt foreign and now at the school, the only reason she is there in the first place is her grandmothers treasure and it is said that as soon as that’s gone, she wants nothing more than to leave.

thank you aIMee - Joel Lucas (Staffel 26 u 27)

And then she wrotе headlines In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take And it was always the same searing pain But I prayed that, one day, I could say All that time you were throwin' punches, I was buildin' somethin' And I couldn't wait to show you it was real Screamed, "Fuck you, Aimee" to the night sky as the blood was gushin' But I can't forget the way you made me heal Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman But she used to say she wished that you were dead I pushed each boulder up the hill Your words are still just ringing in my head, ringing in my head I built a legacy that you can’t undo

We meet Joel as someone who would rather have success than friends, who doesn’t seem to care for other people but who also is sad whenever things don’t work out for him. Makes you wonder why, no? Why that kid came to the school not caring if he made friends. Why he always felt like an outsider in every social intersection with everyone he ever talked to. How such a kid went from not caring about other people to doing everything he could to keep his best friend. (need to get started on that joel analysis already I have too many thoughts about him)

The Prophecy - Mikka Lund-Mayr (Staffel 26 u 27)

Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy? Cards on thе table Mine play out like fools in a fablе Oh, it was sinking in Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand (...) And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

Mikka is canonically lonely if I may remind you of that. He doesn’t have his best friend anymore and somehow even when he tries to become friends with Reena again, it doesn’t really seem to last all that long (also because the writers literally forgot about him but yeah). All he has is his inventions.

The Bolter - Simon Reuter (Staffel 27)

By all accounts, she almost drowned When she was six in frigid water And I can confirm she made A curious child, ever reviled By everyone except her own father With a quite bewitching face Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her Then she runs like it's a race Behind her back, her best mates laughed And they nicknamed her "The Bolter" (...) She's been many places with Men of many faces First, they're off to the races And she's laughing, drawin' aces But none of it is changin' That the chariot is waitin' Hearts are hers for the breakin' There's escape in escaping

Simon is wasted potential on all accounts because you’re really going to tell me he is proud and fine and happy with all the trophies he wins? That there isn’t mayhaps the need to always succeed because it’s what is expected of him? And he seems like he likes every girl at the entire school but cannot pull any of them simply because? Not because maybe he is trying to find the one that makes sense, the one girl that maybe makes him feel a little better about himself, because love is supposed to reveal our true selves and Simon has always been someone else his entire life?

(i’m trying to give him the depth that the writers failed to bcs wdym he is just some guy who likes sports and girls?) (update nach 1066: nvm I think they really just gonna leave him with being everyones no.1 nuisance)

Robin - Chiara Dorn (Staffel 24 und alle danach eig auch)

Buried down deep And out of your reach The secret we all vowed To keep it from you in sweetness (...) You got the dragonflies above your bed You have a favorite spot on the swing set You have no room in your dreams for regrets The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now we'll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

This song references a lot of childish demeanor or behavior that is only known for children, trying to keep the illusion of innocence alive for someone who is too sweet to learn about all the cruelties of the world. For me, this is Chiara.

And we're done. (and now we can get back to over-analyzing kids that aren't actually sad but could very well be!)

— june🪐

#schloss einstein

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Wednesday characters playing Among Us

Eugene, calls for emergency meeting: So uh, guys I found Rowan's body in the Storage room. Wednesday: Is there anyone else with you when you found Rowan? Eugene: Oh, I saw red and green near the body! Enid: So that's Tyler and Xavier. Wednesday: Interesting... Tyler: Just so everyone knows, when I got there Xavier was already standing near the body. Xavier: Liar! I literally saw you get out from a vent and kill Rowan! Tyler: I'm not lying guys, I swear. Don't bring personal issues in the game Thorpe. Xavier: OH REALLY? Bianca: You're still hung up on that mural Xavier? Wasn't that like a year ago already? Tyler: Right? plus don't you guys think he's been acting weird since we started the game? He keeps talking about catching the imposter when he's really the one!

Xavier: I was just saying that because I had a bad feeling it was YOU! Tyler: SUS. Enid: Yeah, Xavier dude I'm with Tyler in this one. Wednesday: I agree, plus Tyler was always with me doing tasks. Xavier: I WARNED YOU EARLIER NOT TO STICK WITH HIM SINCE HE'S SUS. Wednesday: Hm, then how come I'm still alive? Xavier: GEE, I DUNNO LET'S SEE. OH, BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU AND SAVING YOU FOR HIS LAST KILL? Bianca, silently agreeing: Still, that doesn't have anything to do with this. Xavier: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T?! IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH- Tyler: You're getting too emotional dude. Calm down. Eugene: There's not enough time guys, we should vote the imposter now. Xavier: GUYS, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! I SWEAR I'M NOT THE IMPOSTER- Everyone: *votes for Xavier Xavier was not the Imposter. 1 Imposter remains. Tyler: Enid: Eugene: Bianca: Wednesday: Wednesday: This is a waste of time, I'm going to work on my novel now. ______________________________________________________________ *After the game* Bianca: I knew Xavier wasn't the imposter. I just wanted to eject him. I've actually been trying to when I saw Yoko kill Ajax and called for an emergency meeting. I'm a bad bitch but never a snitch, so it's only right to vote someone else right? And that's obviously Xavier. <<< Enid: This game is actually confusing for me, since everyone was playing it, I had no choice but to join. Doing tasks was fun though, I think I've done more task in this game than in real life, my room is so messy right now, Wednesday will be mad at me. It's not my fault she's allergic to life and colors, that's just who I am. <<< Eugene: I would've never voted Xavier, but he was acting so sus. Now, I feel bad since he wasn't the imposter. I thought it was Bianca since I played with her before and she was a very sly imposter, I got chills when she killed me one time. <<< Kent: I just called a meeting because I missed them. Then Yoko killed me in front of everybody. They're all monsters. <<< Yoko: Killing is fun, I get Tyler. Ajax liked doing tasks alone so I got to him first. I accidentally pushed the wrong button and killed Kent in front of everybody. Shame I couldn't kill all of them. <<< Ajax: I am nothing but a good crewmate trying to save the game, then I SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A GHOST. WHY PEOPLE? <<< Rowan: I thought it was Wednesday. She's been tailing me when the game started, then all of a sudden that Galpin guy showed up and killed me. Damn that guy. <<< Tyler: I didn't mean to kill them, but it was just so fun I couldn't stop. And I get to spend time with Wednesday so it's a win-win situation. <<< Wednesday: I knew Tyler was the imposter. I got a vision when he entered the ship. I was just waiting for him try and dare to kill me. But 3 crewmates have been eliminated, and there I was still alive. It was amusing watching him squabble with Xavier and get him to be ejected though. <<< Xavier: THOSE SONS OF BITCHES. I WILL NEVER PLAY WITH THEM AGAIN, SPECIALLY THAT GALPIN. (poor Xavier tho. its so fun to see him freak out and defend himself >< anyways hope you enjoyed this brainrot of mine. I think there would be more of this shenanigans. probably. and fyi I actually don't know much about Among Us, I only played it once or twice and I was both imposter, (hate being imposter) my whole body temperature was high, and my hands were trembling, i don't know how Tyler do it fr. lol)

#wednesday series #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #wyler #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #eugene otinger #rowan laslow #yoko tanaka #kent wednesday #among us

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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A hc of reader sister (little sister) who loves using memes sound effects to communicate with the family instead of her talk like " bruh " or " why are you running? ".

And it's fun because it makes everyone laugh.

Meme!Younger Sibling

RotTMNT & gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, platonic fluff, what you say is in green

A/N: They are meme connoisseurs, Raph doesn't understand, but is supportive. Coloring the words took way longer than I thought... I have a 6 hour car ride to the hospital so ask away!

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You got your taste in memes from your brothers

Leo and Donnie definitely have the most knowledge in memes

"Tight! So let me be, I'm here to give you customer service. and I'll set you free! (right)"

"Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up!"

It's almost completely random

They've learned not to ask what you're doing...

"Hey, what are you doing Waiting for them to play Gangnam Style..."

Mikey and Leo participate the most

At one point you were really into Bully Maguire memes

Raph was terrified of you

"I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye... W-What!? What did I do?"

Remember that video of the country guy standing on his truck with Nunchaku?

Yeah... That's a you and Mikey staple

"Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top. Sunkissed so hot it'll melt your popsicle!"

You, Leo, and Donnie are the most chaotic about it

Raph and Mikey are a little annoyed by the meme bond you guys have

"I got a plane! I got a plane! I love the fame! I love the fame! You know my name! You know my name!"

Being the 2 youngest, though, you and Mikey have something you will never have with the others

and that's having unlimited meme potential

"It's wizard time, motherfucker! Fire Ball!!"

Raph was very upset about this... ^^^

You are probably the only one allowed to chill in Donnie's lab because of your shared love of certain memes

He vocally stims in his lab and I have a feeling a lot of those are memes

"Wow... Your raps are too wack to handle. Let's do this like we do on the Discovery Channel!"

Leo is the one you go to if you want to recreate some dance you saw on TikTok

And he's very good... It should be a crime

Leo also quotes the Pedro Pascal edit that went around...

"How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a 6 pack of cold ones all nice and my roomies out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

Is anyone surprised by that though?

"Aren't you excited? You're going to the airport tomorrow! Ehrpohort? I'm not going to the ehrpohort."

Although Raph isn't that knowledgeable in memes, he does know some

"Excuse me, brah. You're excused.... But I'm not your brah..."

Just random things they'd quote:

"I'm almost proud of you... That's the most proud of me you've ever been!"

"Give me back my gamer girl!"

"Material girl!"

"Just got diagnosed with cool guy syndrome... Now I take Adderall!"

"Ugh, you can't sit with us. Actually, Leo, I can't sit anywhere, I have hemorrhoids..."

"Look at all those chickens!"

"Is this an internal dialogue? I can't see the end of the horizon... Hastune Miku!?"

"Its really cute how you're going to defeat me with the power of friendship, but again, I am da Devil... From da Bible..."

"Hey~... What's up... It's me!"

"Whopper. Whopper. Whopper. Whopper. Junior, Double, Triple Whopper. Flame Grilled taste with perfect toppers. I rule- I rule this day!"

"You're an asshole, Leo. You are what you eat, Donnie." I'm so sorry...

"Freddy, you're supposed to be on lock down... VanessaAAAAAA!" When he's been working in the lab too much

"Nah, nah, nah nah. Nah, nah, nah nah, yeah. You're are the music in me! You know the words 'once upon a time' make you listen... There's a reason!"

"HOLD ON! HOLD ON! SO HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT!? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO... I'm gonna stab him..."

"Laloyd? That's right! It's me, your son! And it's Lloyd, Dad! No. L-l-o-y-d. I named you. You ruined my life! How can I ruin your life? I wasn't even there!"

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Italy!Harry x influencer!OC

Authors Note: Hey guys! I’m posting this semi-series purely for my enjoyment. A very long time ago @reveriehs and I briefly communicated through asks about Italy/Italy!Harry and it inspired me. I decided to make this an OC “series” because I fell in love with a name I saw. Plus, I’m making this mainly for myself. I’m posting because I just figured some might enjoy it!! This will mainly be medium-long social media blurbs, occasionally written posts, but no full chapters. In this universe there is no covid, none of Harry’s shows were canceled.

Face Claim: Amaka Hamelijnck

Warnings: swearing, google translated norwegian, annoying fan comments, ridiculous (fake) IG usernames

Milan Fashion Week, February 2020

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deziiisule Tusen takk @alessandro_michele for allowing me to be apart of your show. It’s something that I will forever hold dear to my heart. I can’t begin to explain how much this opportunity meant to me. Takk, takk, takk. 💕 Tagged: alessandro_michele and gucci

alessandro_michele a beautiful human being ✨🖤

anna.distad THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND

arna_olsen she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment

mammasule My love 👩‍👧

↳ lota.sule MOM YOU HAVE TWO CHILDREN AND A HUSBAND

↳ mammasule unnskyld 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 (sorry)

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Love on Tour: April 15, 2020

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anna.distad This is the clearest photo we got from the h.s concert last night. The rest are blurry from excitement. Tagged: deziiisule

deziiisule Thank you for tagging along with me <3 I had an absolute blast

lota.sule Jeg kan ikke tro at dere gikk uten meg (I can't believe you guys went without me)

↳ deziiisule elsker deg (love you)

↳ lota.sule Whatever 🙄

jules_vanser Anna your hat is amazing 😩

↳ anna.distad takk 💅🏻🤍

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Spotted: April 16, 2020

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DailyHSNews Harry spotted at local coffee shop on 4.16.2020, the day after his Birmingham show.

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jediharry I mean… when you zoom out of the picture there are other people there??? It’s just that they’re sitting next to each other.

sraj0nes Wait she looks cute 🥺

rowlandfan01 It’s a cropped photo 😭😭 you guys try to make something out of nothing

hrrysgrl The way he looks at her. 😭😭🥹

↳ dumwitch GAGSJFBFD YOU CANT EVEN SEE HIS FACE WHAT???

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Instagram post, September 29, 2020

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DailyHSNews Interesting news today, Harry’s following count just went up by two! He’s recently followed the creative influencer duo of sisters Lota (left) and Deziri (right). Only connection that can be made is that Deziri has been in previous Gucci campaigns. Leave your thoughts in the comments!

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styleshappiness I don’t have much to add other than isn’t it a little weird that people know when the amount of people he’s following goes up?

↳ liveloveharry I was thinking the same thing. It’s a little sus

allthatmatters they’re both so pretty what the fuuuu-

user01 ugh, if it’s anything it’s probably a fling and nothing serious. Let’s be real.

username Why do I think they’d actually look so cute together 🫣

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Instagram post, October 5, 2020

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DeuxmoiReposts taken from @deuxmoi instagram stories 10.5.2020

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stylussy i am interested 👀

goldengirlhrry Is this talking about who I think it’s talking about?

↳ ibfagent y’all are really believing this shit??

sarryhtyles I saw a post via @DailyHSNews talking about Harry following some influencers. It could be one of them?

↳ mi6 it’s Deziri. her current posts are all tagged in Italy but her sister’s are still tagged in Norway

user007 How do they even know each other??

↳ rb1984 she did some gucci stuff earlier this year. alessandro follows her and commented on a couple of her photos and we all know Harry and alessandro are close

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Instagram post, October 10, 2020

Location: Tuscany, Italy

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deziiisule I’d very much like to stay here ☀️ 🇮🇹

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lota.sule Kan du komme tilbake (please come back)

↳ deziiisule Soon… unfortunately 🙄

arna_olsen You’re GLOWING

hrryfan tell harry i love him

harryswhore are you wearing his shirt?

harrietharry me @ harry 🎶that should be me, holding your hand, that should be me…🎶

hsfan24 can you tell him to get me concert tickets?

adoreuclub you’re just using him for fame

hisgoldengirl is this the girl who was seen with Harry?

harryyyyys She’s totally posting this to hint at him

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Instagram post, October 10, 2020

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DailyHSNews Fans were quick to point out that a button up shirt Deziri was wearing in a new Instagram post looked awfully similar to the one Harry was spotted in while filming the Golden music video. She’s since deleted the photo for unknown reasons.

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fann76 “unknown reasons” as if there weren’t people spamming her comment section??? 🙄

dezisdesk So what if it’s his shirt?

harryshq why is this detective work that fans have been doing kind fun to watch?

fandomcentral I’m not one to speculate but goddamn do those look identical

hsqh Why do I want them together 🫡

hsfan2001 I disagree. It’s totally some pr stunt. Her deleting the photo was probably part of it 🤢

↳ year3000 a pr stunt… really? If that’s the case what’s she trying to promote???

jobros15 There’s a piece of you in how I dress 😭🫠

fedupfan You’re really going to post this after y’all harassed her so much that she disabled the comments and THEN deleted the post

idkwhattoqueue I don’t like her 🫥

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles headcanon #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x influencer #harry styles oc #harry styles x oc #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles fake social media #harry styles smau #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles writing #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry's house

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The Dream - Chapter Eight.

Ahhhh, besties! Thank you so much for your continued engagement on this :) we’re back to 40 notes to unlock the next chapter now as today is a single update. Hope you like it!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 3,552

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The wind rushed by her as she navigated her board down the slope, Rachel a few feet over to her right as they hurtled faster in their trajectory, Keri coming to a small ramp and slowing, bending at the knee and clearing it with a little kick up, landing perfectly. Well, except for the tiny wobble in the aftermath.

She’d been a keen snowboarder since she was eight, loving the thrill of it, the freedom, the beautiful surroundings. She was very lucky, getting to live where she did. It certainly made Angel envious, as snowboarding was something she’d discovered he enjoyed, too, but only had access to dry slopes unless he travelled.

She was replying to a message from the man himself as she waited for her friends to arrive at the bottom of the slope when she felt a set of eyes over her shoulder.

“Ooooh, lookie!” Rachel cooed. “A heart eyes emoji from the sexy man!”

“Stop!” she softly admonished, sending her message and swiftly locking her phone.

“So, are you still banging the hell out of him in your dreams, then?” Rachel was the only other of her friends she’d told about Angel, her reaction as comical as she’d expected, Rachel her usual, ridiculously excitable self over it all.

“Yeah, it seems to be the common theme. In reality, though, we’re just friends.”

Rachel’s eyes rounded, her mouth dropping open. “Oh, oh yeah. Because just friends leave comments like he does on your Insta pics, telling you how cute you are, or how pretty you look!”

“Yeah, well,” Keri began shyly. “Some of it bleeds into a little flirting in reality. But definitely more from him. You know how shy I get. I am easing into it a little more, though, feeling a bit more comfortable. Some of the things I’ve talked about with him, my flirting back, yeah I can’t deny it. But I still think I’d try and hide, if he were ever in front of me in the flesh, regardless of how confidently I am with him while I’m asleep, or slowly becoming when awake.”

“I think it's really sexy, you know,” she mused, removing her goggles and adjusting the strap. “I mean, the things you do without ever so much as touching each other for real. That's sensuality right there.”

Keri began to blush as her smile widened. “He told me yesterday he'd never been so turned on by a dream before.”

“And what were you doing to evoke that?” Keri stalled in reply, Rachel giving her a thorough dig in the side with her elbow. “Come on, spill! It’s only me!”

“Tied him up and took a seat on his face.”

Rachel almost choked on her laughter. “Oooh, she nasty!”

“Stop!”

“Never! And fuck, when he comes up here, you two will be locked in a hotel room for days, I swear!”

Keri’s smile dropped a little after hearing those words. “Yeah, he hasn’t actually mentioned anything further about that, though.”

They took their boards from their feet as they saw Aaron and Frankie coming into view, ready to take the chair lift back to the top. “Well, you did mention that you’d told him of your shyness, so maybe he isn’t pushing that. He might be waiting for you to invite him?”

She hadn’t considered that before.

“I guess that’s a viable reason, yeah,” Keri replied, bursting into laughter as Aaron attempted to skid to a neat halt, but ended up on his ass. “You okay?”

“I’m glad to be a fuller figured dude in the ass department in times like this!” he called, Frankie arriving at his side and helping him up.

“You and that Kim K bubble butt!” She gave it several playful smacks, both getting themselves sorted before they headed to the lift. They decided to take a break once back at the top, getting a round of beers in, Keri carrying the drinks over on a tray.

“Easy there, calamity Joe!” Aaron teased, Keri coming to a halt a few steps from the table, her scowl cracking him up.

“I didn’t spill, see?” She gestured to the tray in her hands with a nod, continuing and placing it down neatly.

Aaron puckered his lips at her, taking his beer. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

She handed out the other beers, the tray being taken by one of the bar tenders doing a quick sweep of the outside area for glasses before she sat down. “I do not spill nearly as much as you guys claim.”

Aaron pushed his glasses back up his nose, entertainment widening his grin. “Your mom’s almond milk three days ago?”

“The stupid carton didn’t want to open!”

He snorted. “It certainly opened wide after you got the scissors onto it!” Her cheek chewing fury had him in mild fits, adding to her embarrassment. “David’s juice?”

“It came out unexpectedly quickly!” She finally began to laugh, remembering the fiasco with the pineapple juice flooding the counter, she and Aaron having to move quickly with towels, save Meryl’s beloved vegan cookbooks from becoming ruined.

“I won’t mention the shots at my twenty first.” He received a little, balled up fist in the shoulder for that, wrapping her in a hug. All talk of Keri’s propensity for spilling aside, they sat chatting, the girl herself becoming a little lost in her phone again for short periods, finding she had her second over the shoulder snoop that day.

“Who’s Angel?” Aaron asked, his voice full of curiosity.

“Hey, we’re just heading to the ski shop. I want some better socks, my boots are rubbing my heels,” Rachel interjected with, she and Frankie ambling off and leaving them to it.

As soon as they were gone, Aaron immediately turned back to her. “I’m waiting.”

“He’s a guy I’ve been talking to online,” she replied succinctly, which was partly true, at least.

“Let me see him, see if he has the male bestie seal of approval. That last guy you dated was shockingly fucking average!”

“He was not!” she cried. “He was a douchebag, but he was attractive.”

Aaron snorted. “He looked like a disassembled yak.”

Keri burst into hysterics immediately at the bizarreness of his likening. “Oh, and a disassembled yak has a particular appearance, does it?”

“Yeah, James!” Scratching his head full of curls, his laughter grew the more she tried to hang onto hers, eventually picking up her cell and finding a picture of Angel.

“There, that’s the guy.”

Aaron took her phone, shielding it from the glare of the bright sun. “Now he’s better. If I was that way inclined, I’d see the draw.” He then looked a little closer. “Keri, is that a kutte he’s wearing?”

“It is. He’s in the Mayans MC.”

He made a low noise in his throat, one she instantly read as disapproval. His words matched. “So, he’s a criminal. Nice.”

She failed to see how that was any of his business. “Um, you can’t prove that.”

“Oh yeah, I can. It’s common knowledge, K. Don’t be naïve. This guy you’re talking to? Scumbag, I guarantee it.”

She felt a little chill lick her heart at hearing those words, mainly because she knew that Angel was likely involved in enterprises that broke the law. “He isn’t a scumbag, he’s really nice to me.”

Aaron didn’t even attempt to hide his snort. “You wanna know how they make their money, those guys? They run drugs and arms. They kill people, they deal with cartels and terrorist organisations. Trust me. Scumbag. You’re a nice girl, you can do so much better.”

At hearing someone react towards Angel with hostility forced her hand in actually admitting, aloud, just how much she liked him. “Can’t you be at least a little happy for me that I’ve met someone I really like?” And she did. She really, really liked him.

“Nope, not gonna happen.” He was firm and resolute in his stance, but seeing her bewildered face made him soften a fraction. “I hope you see that my reasoning is because I love you to death, and I’m just looking out for you, right? And you haven’t even met him yet either! He’s just some dude online. Nah. Not gonna be happy for you.”

Keri felt a petulant storm raging within her, but swallowed hard. His words were coming from a place of care, she realised. It only hurt her because she didn’t want to hear them. She couldn’t tell him either, about how they’d really met, that connection they had, how it all seemed to be fated. She’d made her choice not to tell anyone else other than the people who already knew.

“Okay,” she breathed, taking her phone back and locking the screen, feeling deflated within, like her spark had been dampened. “I won’t mention him to you again.”

“Good.”

Frankie and Rachel picked up on the palpable atmosphere upon their arrival back at the table, one that seemed to last well into the afternoon. Aaron had returned to normal, but Keri couldn’t quite forgive him for bursting her little bubble of excitement regarding Angel. When it was just the two of them driving back, Keri giving Frankie a ride home, the latter inquired about it. She was then audience to a mildly irate display of venting.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, beets, but I’ve been secretly concerned too, about the fact that he’s an outlaw.” Keri immediately opened her mouth to speak, Frankie holding her hand up. “However, what he does isn’t necessarily who he is. I’m prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt, but really, it isn’t up to anyone else, what we think of him. It’s up to you. You have to trust your own judgement and by extension – but within reason – so do we.”

“Thank you,” she began, signalling to turn right, beeping her horn at someone who cut her off. “All of this has been so crazy, but I appreciate you having that stance.”

If only everyone could be as accepting that Keri, as a young adult, was capable of exercising caution and using her own judgement.

“Boyfriend?” David asked, nodding in the direction of Keri’s phone when her message alert sounded, sitting with him and her mom eating dinner later that evening.

“He’s not my boyfriend, stop it,” she chided softly. “But yeah, it’s him.”

Meryl paused in chewing her mouthful of pasta, looking between them. “I didn’t know you were dating someone?”

“I’m not, just getting to know someone I met online,” Keri replied.

Meryl felt a little affronted by that. “Oh, and you told David before me?”

“Well, not to be rude, mom, but you can be a little uptight about things like this.”

Her mom cocked her head, her eyebrows knitting. “I think I have perfect reason to be where online dating is concerned. There are all these guys out there catfishing, predators, other unsavoury types! How do you even know he is who he says he is?”

“Instagram stories don’t lie.”

“He could have stolen them from someone else,” she reasoned, Keri sighing.

“The guy has a whole profile of pictures and videos,” David began, having seen one a few days previously that Keri was laughing at, a compilation of the MC guys all punking each other with various gags that Angel had shared on his page. “It would be more effort than the average catfishing guy with a few stolen photos and an otherwise blank and sparse profile puts into his ruse.”

Meryl seemed more convinced by that. “Alright. So, tell me about him, then?”

“His name is Angel, he works in scrap metal, lives in Santo Padre in Southern California. He’s into fitness and motorbikes, likes a lot of the same music I do, and he’s really nice.”

She could feel the next question practically burning her mother’s tongue. “How old is he?”

Keri shared a fleeting glance with David, bracing herself. “Thirty-six.”

“He’s how old?”

She covered her eyes with her hand, shrinking down a little in her seat. “Thar, she blows.”

“Damn right, thar, she blows!” Meryl exclaimed. “Keri, he’s too old for you!”

“Fourteen years isn’t so bad, babe,” David chimed in with. “I’m twelve years older than you, after all.”

“Yes, but I was thirty-two when we got together, not twenty-two!”

“Mom, I’m an adult now, not a child,” she attempted to reason, thankful to have David in her corner.

“She’s right, Mer. She’s not a kid any longer, and if she wants to pursue something with this guy, then you can’t really stop her, can you?”

“Oh yes, I fucking can! She’s still under our roof!” Shovelling in another forkful of vegan pesto-laden pasta, Meryl stared at her daughter, picking up her wine and taking a sip. Keri had never seen anyone be able to pull off aggressive eating quite like her mother before.

David worked his usual coolness to de-escalate his other half. “Come on, hon. She’s just talking to the guy so far. She hasn’t even met him yet.”

“And she won’t, either!”

“Mom, stop talking about me like I’m not sitting right across from you, please,” Keri began, taking a deep breath and a sip of her apple juice. “David’s right, I haven’t met him yet, but if I want to then you can’t stop me from doing that.”

“Why are you interested in a guy that lives so far away, anyway?” She knew she’d likely change track when presented by reasonable facts.

“Liking someone isn’t dictated by their geographical location,” she reasoned. “Life can’t be perfect like that for everyone, you know. Besides, it’s only a short flight away.”

Meryl was quiet then for a while, the family continuing their dinner in silence. The cogs in her brain could almost be heard as they ticked, though.

“And I definitely think you can do better than some deadbeat who works at a scrap metal yard!”

Keri dropped her fork onto her plate somewhat dramatically, picking up her juice. “And this is why I tell David things before I do you. You have a habit of making everything difficult, mom. Always coming from a place of negativity.”

“I do not!”

Keri slid from her seat with a sigh, David reaching out to gently halt her.

“Come on, little. Finish your dinner.”

She shook her head. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

He nodded, wiping his mouth on a napkin. “Okay, I’ll put it in a tub in the fridge for you, in case you’re hungry later.”

She thanked him, leaving the room, just about able to hear him tell her mom that he thought she was being unnecessarily hard on her as she trudged up the stairs. Flopping down on her bed, she grabbed her laptop and called up the pages of her portfolio, beginning to mess around with things here and there, making notes where she needed to, thinking about the future that was literally just around the corner for her now, so close to ending her time at college.

Whereas Frankie definitely saw her future in graphic design, Keri wanted to be the person to take pictures of the moments that held memories for people. Weddings, christenings, name days, baby showers, modelling photo shoots, everything that involved giving someone something special that they could treasure forever. She was in demand, too, having to turn down a lot of work around her part time job and hard studies as she crept towards her degree reaching culmination.

That night, though, she was feeling too awash with the negativity of others to focus on her work for long, thinking it lucky that the night before she’d put in so many hours on various parts of her latest module to complete, so she could allow herself a little breathing space. It also meant she was free to agree to a suggestion delivered to her Instagram messages a short while after she’d gotten comfortable, lying on her bed playing a little design game she had, all her candles lit and music playing softly, working well to restore her serenity.

‘I was about to call you, but it’s just occurred to me that I have FaceTime, and I ain’t ever used it to chat with you. Thought I’d check first, give you some time to likely panic about your makeup or some shit.’

Yes, he was definitely getting to know her little quirks, as that was exactly something she’d likely feel anxiety over. Scrambling off her bed, she quickly checked her appearance, noting that her nose and forehead were a little shiny, so blotting with some powder, re-lining her eyes and topping up her bronzer before replying.

‘Yeah, that’d be nice!’

Twenty seconds later...

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Hey you, how’ve you been?”

“Busy, so excuse the fact I probably look like shit.” He didn’t. He looked so damned gorgeous, her heart wouldn’t stop fluttering. “You look sad, though. What’s up?”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “People being too opinionated.”

“Yeah? How come?” She did, explaining the opinions of Aaron and her mom, how she knew they were coming from a place of care, but how they’d also made her feel quite childish in the wake of voicing them, like that was how they viewed her still.

Angel was casual in his response. “Eh, at least let them meet me first before they decide to dislike me. I ain’t looking to please them, though. Just you.” He watched her beginning to beam before swiftly hiding her face against her arm. “Keri, come back out.”

Finally, she emerged, smiling, but still looking a little dejected. “Don’t let anyone else’s bullshit get you down, no matter how well-meaning it might be.”

“Hmm.”

“Do I gotta come up there and act a fuckin’ clown to cheer you up?”

“Seven hundred and something miles is a little far just for the purposes of cheer,” she replied, Angel shrugging.

“Well, if you ain’t busy late next week, I could swing it.” Oh god, he was serious!

“You seriously want to come up?” she asked, watching him pull a face full of incredulity.

“Well, yeah. I did mention it to you not long ago. Kinda been waiting for you to follow up on it, but it looks like I gotta do all the work here, don’t it?”

Her cheeks felt warm again in an instant.

“Don’t you hide! I see you over there, going pink!” Her response to that was scrunching her eyes shut tightly, squeaking a little.

“Can I check to see if I can get cover for work on Saturday and get back to you?” He said that was fine, Keri ending the call and quickly calling up Stuart, one of her workmates, asking if he minded swapping his Wednesday and Thursday evening with her for Saturday. He agreed, Keri quickly sending a message to Margot, their boss, who honestly didn’t mind who worked when, as long as the shifts were covered, nice, laid-back lady that she was, before opening FaceTime again.

“Well, that’s me free,” she revealed, Angel smiling.

“Cool. I just checked too and I’m good to free myself as of Thursday afternoon, just gotta find a flight and a hotel,” he confirmed. With everything in the club fairly sedate in pace at that moment in time, Bishop told him that being out for a weekend was no problem, just to show up on Thursday morning at the yard to put in some work before he was free for the next few days.

“You might have a problem there, since it’s ski season and Provo is fucking rammed with tourists,” she began. “Hey, if you don’t mind staying on the world’s comfiest pull out, Frankie won’t mind putting you up at her place. I’m there most weekends anyway.”

He was about to tell her not to worry about putting her friend out, until something occurred to him. Meeting a new guy for the first time, regardless of their unique circumstances and time spent together in their dreams, she might feel more secure with her friends there close rather than being completely alone with him at night. Angel didn’t always read between the lines so well, but in this instance, he did with crystal clarity.

“Yeah, that’d be cool. Ask her and let me know, alright?” She knew that the answer would be a definite yes, with how hospitable Frankie and Jaime were, but promised she would all the same. They chatted for a while longer before ending the call, Keri pushing her face into the comforter and squeaking with excitement, before calling the one person she knew would share in that with her.

“See, fucking see? Told you he’s into you, beets!” Frankie exclaimed, excited for her friend.

“Yeah, yeah alright. You might be right,” she conceded, finger combing her hair and tying it with a scrunchie, ready to go and shower before bed.

Frankie snorted, picking up her cigarettes and lighting up, putting her on speaker, her free hand busying itself by being a dutiful girlfriend and rubbing Jaime’s feet for her. “I am right, and you know it. And it’s totally fine for him to crash here, I’m looking forward to meeting him, but not half as much as you, huh?”

Oh no. She couldn’t deny her excitement there.

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dream as actual conversations i’ve had w friends ,part 2 !

once again— includes cussing :D ㅤ ,text format

featuring ty track, johnny, and doie. this is actually really funny bc it fits so well yk? my friend did in fact send a pic of MY DOG ON MY BED and i am STILL genuinely wondering how the hell she got in my house

haechan: what the fuck

you: ??

haechan: i had a nightmare… haechan: i was getting married

you: oh my god you: someone actually learned how to love a beast😢? so romantic

haechan: shut up i’m storytelling

you: 🤐

haechan: so i’m getting married right

you: right

haechan: to someone i don’t fucking know haechan: and you’re there

you: aww you dream of me :(((

[ ten minutes later ]

you: FINISH THE STORY I WAS JOKING

haechan: anyways, you’re singing. haechan: it’s you AND jaemin. but he’s haechan: omg

you: he’s …?

haechan: twerking

jaemin: did it jiggle

haechan: no.. BUT you was throwin dem bones 😫🙏

jaemin: nice to be appreciated

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jeno: *sends a picture of daegal* jeno: guess where i’m at 😉

chenle: ???? chenle: !!!!!!!! chenle: ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE chenle: JENO

jeno: 🤫 jeno: my baby’s sleeping

chenle: YOUR BABY❓❓⁉️‼️❓ chenle: WHO LET YOU IN chenle: HOW DID YOU GET IN chenle: JENO chenle: JENO chenle: LEE JENO ANSWER

jeno: me no hablo your language 🧏‍♂️

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jaemin: WHERE is my mint hoodie

renjun: i last saw it in the hamper renjun: why? cant find it?

jaemin: no .. and it’s my comfort clothing 🫤

chenle: idk sorry

jisung: daegal peed on it

jaemin: WHAT

chenle: ACCIDENTLY ‼️‼️‼️

jaemin: YOU LET THAT WHITE BITCH SPRAY DOG YANK ALL OVER IT

renjun: she said she HATES me cus i’m a “male aries” renjun: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

jisung: she smart 💯

renjun: ????

jisung: wait what is everyone’s signs

you: i am a sign from god

chenle: gosh fuck outta here

renjun: i swear this place is haunted renjun: theres literally a monster in my closet

mark: probably just the dog

you: there’s a monster in these pants

mark: omg y/n shut up

you: made you look like a lover with a dollar sign

jisung: ?

haechan: they’re calling you a fucking loser

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mark: jisung wants to be a tender

haechan: tenders are shit, he should try breasts

jaemin: bartender haechan, and stop trying to advertise chicken breasts jaemin: you haven’t even seen real breasts jaemin: you’re BITCHLESS

mark: i just got home mark: AND MY FUCKING FRIDGE KS LEAKING😭😭

haechan: id be dripping wet too if you were eating outta me everyday (rizzy wordplay)

renjun: ….you’re my moms favorite

chenle: no one is hooking up with an alpaca lookin troll be fr

you: don’t talk about yourself like that chenle 💔

taeyong: I SAW DOYOUNG HELP SOME ELDER LADY ACTUALLY CROSS THE STREET 😭

johnny: he’s finally hanging out with people his own age

haechan: what elder? himself?

you: so you saw two fossils struggling and didn’t bother to help??😟 shame on you

doyoung: this is why no one likes you guys.

haechan: is anyone still home?

jeno: no why?

haechan: i swear i heard someone upstairs but haechan: IM ALONE haechan: WHAT DO I DO

chenle: y/n and jaemin aren’t here

jeno: is it happening😵??!1

renjun: don’t even

haechan: nvm coast clear haechan: y/n is upstairs :) haechan: with jaemin :):) haechan: alone :):):) in his room :):):):):)

jeno: HELLO????!?!!?! jeno: FRIEND CODE IS A THING YA NASTIES

haechan: DAMN chill the walls r thin as shit

renjun: jaem i thought you knew better 😢 renjun: girls have cooties

haechan: would y’all be down to see my dick pics haechan: i need feedback :D

jaemin: send it

mark: AYO?????? mark: ?????? BRO

jeno: whip it out 😼

*sends pic*

mark: dude mark: why is it

jeno: bent?

jaemin: did you jerk off too hard or sum???? what happened 🤨🤨

haechan: STOP BE NICE TO MY WEE :((

chenle: be fr that shit is making illegal left turns

#nct dream #nct scenarios #nct crack #nct dream scenarios #nct dream drabbles #nct dream crack #nct imagines

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Have a Nice Day: The 1970s

“Alone Again (Naturally)” (1972) Gilbert O’Sullivan Epic Records (Written by Gilbert O’Sullivan) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 1

To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to who wouldn't do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt Talk about, God in His mercy Oh, if he really does exist Why did he desert me In my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally.

– Gilbert O’Sullivan

Welcome to my childhood. “Alone Again (Naturally)”, certainly one of the most depressing songs ever recorded, was my first most favorite record ever. I remember it playing at the Boys Club of Savannah over the loud speaker in the gym along with all of the other groovy, long-haired country-tinged soft rock oozing out of the airwaves at the time. It is a song about a young man being jilted at the altar, swearing to himself he will throw himself off a tall building soon, and then about the unexpected death of a parent and a mother mute with grief…and I loved it. I would wander around the Boys Club with my own mute, melancholic fantasies of sorrow and loneliness, oblivious that most boys my age were still into Snoopy and Bubblegum music. Listen: it was the 70s—no subject seemed off limits.

The open of the song is Sullivan’s signature broken piano style, something that sounds like a mistake but by being repeated within the song ends up as a very effective method of expressing brokenness itself. Gilbert was Irish-born to a working-class family and moved to England as a child; his actual mother ran a sweet shop and his father was a butcher. He was a natural musician, and intent on pop success he invented a Chaplin-esque, waifish turn-of-the-century affect: suspenders, shorts, a tilted cap. By the time of “Alone Again…” he switched to an even more ridiculous 1920’s college prep look, sporting V-neck sweaters with a large silly G pasted on them. No matter; the songs spoke for themselves, little dour slices of life with old-fashioned melodies and a vintage feel, and proved enormously successful: he was the top star of 1972.

I mention this because it feels as though Gilbert’s catalogue is as lost as his records once sounded. In America he is rarely mentioned (or so it seems to me) even though he had 3 top ten hits in the US (a second single, “Clair”, reached no.2 that same year, followed by a slightly funkier song in 1973 entitled “Get Down” that made it to No.7). He was Grammy-nominated that year for Song of the Year and Record of the Year, along with Roberta Flack (for “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”) which she won (deservedly) for both. It is astonishing to my adult self that these two records exist in the same universe, much less the same year, Roberta’s record still feeling endlessly modern and fresh, and O’Sullivan’s feeling like it belongs in the Norton Anthology of English Literature instead.

This is not to diminish Gilbert in the least (he is still alive and working and, of course, very famous in Japan, like all the major/minors are). If I happen to hear this record it is just as wonderful as it ever was, and it will still fill the 7-year-old in me with those wistful feelings of chances lost and memories of being jilted, even though my only real tragedies up to that point consisted of finding that the milk had run out for my Cap’n Crunch cereal that morning. And yet I would still find myself wistfully kicking around the empty basketball gym, avoiding all of the other rowdy boys, just waiting around to see what the 70s had in store for me, and surreptitiously absorbing all of those groovy tunes ricocheting across the gym.

“Alone Again (Naturally)”, besides being a well-covered and highly regarded song (Nina Simone recorded a version), is notable for another inflection point in history: in 1991 O’Sullivan sued rapper Biz Markie for prominently using the piano break in the Hip hop song “Alone Again”. Gilbert won 100% of the royalties for the rap song, and this would help to establish the industry standard for clearing (and paying for) any sample by another artist, which has changed the music business to this day, for better or for worse.

#1970s music #pop songs #music history #gilbert o'sullivan #am radio

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 1 year

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No Business Like Show Business | Part Four

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: like 2 swear words I think..? also not proof read because its 12.30am and I need to sleep but I really wanted to just get this out there so sorry if its shit

A/N: wow whoops how is it almost a year since I last updated this story?? I am so SO sorry, its been a difficult year but honestly THANK YOU for the comments and messages about this series. You guys keep me motivated to keep writing so thank you thank you thank you!! Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

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Sooooo, James McAvoy kissed me… I know right? WHAT?!

Is this real life? Am I dreaming? Have I fallen through a wormhole into some alternate reality?

All I know for sure is, Vera is bloody good at playing Cupid.

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Walking into the work the next morning you can’t help smile. Getting kissed by James McAvoy certainly has a way of putting a spring in your step. As you approach the theatre you notice more people hanging around than usual. There’s normally one or two guys with cameras hoping to catch a glimpse of James or Anastasia, but today there’s a whole group. And even more unusual is, they’re actually paying attention to you.

“It’s her! Over here love!”

“Flash us a smile?”

You shield your eyes as cameras flash brightly in your face, disorientating you as you try to reach the theatre door.

“How long have you been dating James?”

“What does Anastasia think about your affair?”

“Leave her alone!” A voice cuts through the noise as an arm comes around you and directs you safely inside. “Should be ashamed of yourselves, shouting at a young girl like that. Vultures!” Vera shouts before slamming the theatre door shut and turning to you “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” you reply, even though your hands are shaking. “What the hell just happened? Why do they suddenly care about me?”

“You haven’t seen?” Vera asks, reaching into her bag and pulling out a magazine which she hands to you. There on the front cover is a photo of your face staring back at you.

“What the…” you say in shock as you read the caption ‘meet the mystery girl who stole James’ heart’ along side a photo of the two of you smiling at each other in the coffee shop. “This is mental”

“It gets worse” Vera says as she opens the magazine to the article in which details about you have even printed for anyone to read along side a couple of your selfies taken from your instagram account. They found out your age, where you grew up, where you studied.

“This is madness! It was just coffee, surely no one actually cares this much about who I am?”

“Just coffee..?” Vera asks “Because I have to say you do look quite cosy there”

“Well-”

“Miss Y/L/N!” Alan the director calls from down the corridor, startling you “A word please.” A statement, not a question.

You nod, taking a breath before heading down to meet him. He leads you into his office and closes the door, gesturing for you to take a seat. You notice a copy of the magazine on his desk.

“Care to explain what’s going on here?” He picks up the magazine, pointing to the photo of you and James.

“We went to get coffee” you reply simply, not quite understanding what all the fuss is about.

Alan opens the magazine and begins to read “McAvoy and his new girl were spotted getting close as they talked and giggled together in cafe nero, leaving us to wonder if his relationship with girlfriend and theatre co-star Anastasia is in trouble. We cant wait to see how this backstage drama plays out.”

“Like I said, we just got coffee. People recognised James, saw me with him and put two and two together to get five.”

“Well I hope the coffee was worth it because I’m going to have to pull you from the production team.”

“What?! No, Alan, sir, please-”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll arrange someone to cover you”

“Alan?” James bursts through the door “sorry to interrupt but you can’t replace Y/N, she’s done nothing wrong. Its my fault we were there, I asked her to come. It was supposed to be a group thing but everyone else dropped out.”

You feel your heart flutter at the fact he’s covering for you, even if he is bending the truth slightly.

“Look James, I understand it may have been a mistake but I cant risk this love triangle of yours effecting the show.”

“There is no love triangle.” James laughs “All this is is two colleagues having a drink after work”

‘Colleagues’? You think to yourself, has he forgotten the kiss you shared after?

“Oh come on, you have to admit these photos look rather cosy” Alan points to the magazine.

“It was loud in there, we had to lean in close to be able to hear each other. It’s not Y/N’s fault that people are seeing something that isn’t there!”

You feel your heart sink as the words ‘something that isn’t there’ play on repeat in your mind.

“Fine, you can stay.” Alan’s voice pulls you back out of your thoughts. “But you’ll have to tell Anastasia” he directs the last bit to James who rolls his eyes.

“So this was her idea then” James says.

“She’s just concerned about how this negative press could affect ticket sales.”

“That’s bullshit Alan and you know it!” The anger in James’ voice surprises you. You would never dream of talking to a director like that. “You’ve said yourself there’s no such thing as ‘negative press’. As long as people are talking about the play then people will come to see the play. Your words, not mine.”

“I know” Alan sighs.

“Ana is just jealous and looking to stir trouble, that’s what she does.”

“Yes but we need her.”

“Do we?” James asks, and a silence fills the room. You awkwardly glance between the two men, feeling uncomfortable being in the middle of this heated conversation.

You clear your throat, causing Alan and James to look at you. For a moment you think they may have forgotten you were still there. “Can I go?” You ask.

“Yes of course, apologies Y/N. You must have work to be getting on with.”

You give a small nod and get the hell out of that room as fast as you can.

— — — —

You give yourself ten minutes to just sit when you get to the props room, head on the desk just processing the past 24 hours.

James kissed you. Paparazzi are obsessing over you. Alan nearly fired you.

“Hello dear- ooh, are you alright?” Vera’s voice fills the room, you didn’t realise you’d left the door open.

“Yeah” you say sitting yourself back up in your chair.

“Really?”

“…no.” you respond honestly.

“What happened daring?” Vera takes a seat on the chair next to you. “I heard raising voices when I passed Alan’s office on the way here.”

“Alan wanted to remove me from the production team. James stepped in and basically saved my job.”

“Oh, well at least you're still here. That’s a good thing.”

“Yeah, but he also said some things that I don't know how to feel about.”

“Alan?”

“No, James. He said we’re just colleagues and there’s nothing between us but yesterday at the cafe it kinda felt like a date and then when we got back here he kissed me so now I just really don't know-”

“He kissed you!!”Vera interrupts, a mix of shock and glee on her face. You forgot you hadn’t had chance to tell her yet.

“Yeah, but then he said all that-“

“That doesn’t matter darling, he was probably just saying that to Alan to keep you here. Have you talked to him?”

“No, I haven’t been able to. This morning as not gone to plan at all.”

“Well then I wouldn’t worry about it just yet. You need to speak to him.”

“Hello?” James voice calls as he appears at the door.

“Speak of the devil” Vera whispers to you with a cheeky smile as she gets up from her chair “Hello James dear”

“Don’t let me interrupt you”

“No not at all, I was just leaving. See you later Y/N” she winks before disappearing out the room, closing the door behind her.

James watches her and turns to you. There’s a brief silence a the two of you just look at each other, a small smile on your faces.

“So I-” “I should-” you both say at the same time, making you both laugh.

“Sorry you were saying?” You ask.

“No no, you go” he replies.

“Okay, uh.. I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me with Alan.”

“Of course, there was no way I would let him fire you.”

“I don't think he would have fired me, but he was definitely about to remove from this production.”

“Oh! Well in that case…” James jokes and you playfully hit him on the arm “I’m kidding, I’m glad you're still on the team.”

“Yeah me too.” you say absentmindedly fiddling with a pen you found on the desk. He places a hand on top of yours, causing you to look at him.

“And I know it got you in trouble, but I really enjoyed our coffee yesterday.”

“It was good coffee” you say sarcastically.

“You know what I mean…” he says with a laugh.

“Do I?” You ask, pulling your hands away as you sit back in your chair and look at him “cause I’m picking up on some mixed signals here”

“Was kissing you not a clear enough signal?”

“Well I thought it was, but then you said that we were just colleagues and that there was nothing between us”

“What? When did I say that?” He is genuinely confused.

“This morning, in Alan’s office. You said that people were seeing something that wasn’t there! So I got the hint that you didn’t actually like me and maybe you regretted kissing me or maybe you just kiss everyone like that-”

“Y/N” he takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him “What I said to Alan I said because I didn’t want you to lose your job. I didn’t mean it. Just like I do not kiss everyone the way I kissed you and I most definitely do not regret it.” He smiles at you the most genuine, warm smile which makes you smile back. “I really like you Y/N, and I would really like to kiss you again. If you’ll let me..?”

He searches your eyes and as soon as you nod he leans in and gives you the most tender kiss you’ve ever received. You melt into him completely, but suddenly pull away.

“Wait, what about Anastasia? I don't want to be part of some love triangle.”

“There is no triangle Y/N. Ana and I are not together.”

“But the papers said-”

“It’s fake news, set up by the people in charge of the theatre’s publicity. They think more people will want to buy tickets for the show if the lead actors are dating. It’s bullshit I know, but I’ve been forbidden from setting the story straight until after the show closes.” He pauses, giving you a second to take in what he’s explained “I understand if this is too complicated, you shouldn’t have to be dragged into this mess and I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to get lost-“

Now its your turn to interrupt him. You pull him into you and kiss him, passionately.

Eventually you pull apart slightly, wrapping your arms behind his neck and looking up at him. “Was that a clear enough signal for you?” You joke.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I think you need to show me again” he winks and you return to your new favourite hobby; kissing James McAvoy…

Part Five

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