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theotherackerman · 6 months

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COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A Song of Ice and Fire

NOTES: Here's some answers you've been waiting for. This chapter ended up having some fluffy, sweet moments and I don't know how that happened. The "she's" the title won't be answered until a few chapters later. But you can make a educated guess about who's controlling and making everything happen.

TRIGGER WARNING: Murder, gore, discussion of suicide, blood

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SHE'S IN CONTROL

There was a meeting spot between the capital and the North. Levi and Kenny met there because Levi needed to understand what was going on.

“I’ve never heard of a skinchanger turning into an animal. From what I’ve heard, the mind just transfers over,” Kenny scratched his head. “Nor have I heard of dragons speaking.”

“Just like you don’t know where Valyria is?” Levi scoffed.

“I don’t. The metal we have is from Keiran. If anyone could figure out how to speak to a dragon, it would be Keiran. He was obsessed with prophecy and magic. It’s why he fell in love with Yui. She was just as interested in it as he was. I’m not surprised to hear they both sacrificed themselves for some sort of magic,” Kenny explained. “How low are we on valyrian steel?”

“Only things that have been made in your absence are the weapons for Annie, Sasha, and Mikasa,” Levi answered.

Kenny nodded, “good. We’ll end up needing it.”

Levi looked over at Blaze and Vulcan who were resting in the sun. “Do you think they can speak to us and just choose not to?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Do you have any information on the war hammer?”

Kenny sighed, “nothing helpful. Carla and Dina found it originally. It was where the jail cells used to be. It had been calling to them but neither could lift it.”

“Do you have any idea what it could be?”

“Not at all. The only war hammer I know of is the Tybur War Hammer. But I don’t think it would be buried in the keep. It would have to have been put there by the Fritz family. They were terrified of the Tyburs. They wouldn’t keep something like that. They’d use it to bargain for peace or destroy it.”

“And if it couldn’t be destroyed?”

Kenny laughed, “everything can be destroyed. Even dragons.”

—--------

The knight who was attacked was a guard of Lord Leonhart. Mikasa went to check on Annie but Annie had refused to open the door.

“Someone should check on her,” Mikasa said to Armin and Eren.

“Yes, someone should,” Eren said as he glared at Armin.

“She hates me. She’d sooner throw a dagger at my head than answer the door right now,” Armin muttered.

“She opened the door to you when she was in the capital,” Eren pointed out.

“Bertolt should talk to her,” Armin muttered as he looked down.

“Why are you three just lurking on the staircase?” Jean asked as he walked up to them.

“Someone was attacked by a lion. They were of House Leonhart. Annie won’t open the door,” Eren informed him.

“I heard about that. How’d a lion get in here?” Jean asked.

“That seems to be the question of the day,” Mikasa sighed. “Is the bonfire still burning?”

Jean nodded.

“Great,” Eren sighed as he turned to Mikasa. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Do I want to know what happened?” Jean asked.

“We’ll inform everyone later. Let’s just get through the day,” Eren commanded.

“You’re starting to become rather commanding lately,” Mikasa said.

“I am a Prince you know.”

“And I’m a Princess,” Mikasa smiled.

“And I’m going to be sick if I have to listen to you two for much longer,” Jean said as he walked away from them.

Eren laughed.

—------------------

Annie burnt her sheets. There was too much blood to explain. The servants didn’t ask. She washed her body in cold water.

Where had the blood come from?

Then Mikasa had showed up, knocking on her door.

Annie hadn’t answered. She didn’t want to explain why her bed was bare. The servants didn’t ask about the blood in the water. They knew better. Though Annie had overheard them speak of a lion.

She had never seen a lion and thought it was the symbol of her house.

“I can’t believe that guard just got knocked down the stairs by the lion. He wasn’t even mauled,” one of the servants said as they passed her room.

“Did you hear about the sheep?” another servant said.

“No,” the first replied.

“A whole flock was taken out. The farmer swore he saw a lion. Levi is paying for it until they figure out what did it.”

“Things are sure gettin’ strange around here,” the first said as they continued down the hall.

That was one way to put it.

—-----------------

The forge was a nice place to think. There was something calming about listening to the hammering of metal for Gabi.

The squire had mucked out the stalls, cleaned weapons, and now had the rest of the afternoon off. Colt and Falco had gone off on their own to explore.

It was times like this that Gabi missed Zofia and Udo. Reiner was busy with Zeke and Bertolt, doing whatever it was they did. So Gabi was left to her own devices.

That was how she found herself just sitting in the forge. She had half expected Sasha or one of the other blacksmiths to run her off.

No one did.

So she just sat there, watching Sasha work.

“Grab me those tongs over there,” Sasha said as she pointed.

Gabi grabbed them and handed them to Sasha.

Sasha took the helmet she was working on and dunked into the water. Steam rolled off it as it made a hissing noise. Afterwards, she sat the helmet to cool.

“Do you want to learn?” Sasha asked as she turned towards Gabi.

“Can I?”

Sasha shrugged, “I don’t see why not. I’m the Forge Maiden of the North. I taught Kayda, I can teach you. Besides, we could use the help.”

Gabi smiled, “alright. So where do we start?”

Sasha smiled as she threw more coal onto the fire.

—----------------

“He’s asleep,” Eren noted as he, Armin, and Mikasa stood in front of Meadow.

The dragon was laying near the bonfire in the sun, sound asleep. He didn’t even bother to move when they walked up.

“So wake him up,” Armin smirked.

“Yes, let me wake up something that could eat me without a second thought,” Eren rolled his eyes.

“Aōle lykemās,” a deep rumbling voice said, the same voice Eren had heard before.

“Did you hear that?” Armin asked.

“He said be quiet,” Mikasa took a step back.

“So dragons can speak,” Eren ran a hand through his hair.

“Vēdrugon,” the voice said.

“What does that mean?” Armin asked Mikasa.

“Sleep,” Mikasa answered.

“Will he speak to us if we come back later?”

“Issa,” the dragon answered. “Vēdrugon.”

“Yes, sleep,” Mikasa translated.

The three of them walked off, leaving the dragon to sleep.

—-----------

When Levi returned to the North, he brought no new information. Kenny had not been helpful. Levi found himself staring at Vulcan. Meadow was asleep by the bonfire a few feet away. The wood had burned out but the fire was still burning as hot as ever.

“Can you speak?” Levi asked the dragon.

There was no response.

“I’ve gone mad. I’m asking a dragon if it can speak. I might as well ask the wolves if they can speak,” he shook his head as he walked away.

“Zaldrīzes rȳbus, lo mērī udrirzi Valyrio eglio ȳdrassua,” a gravelly voice said as Levi stepped into the castle.

Levi froze and looked around him.

But no one was there.

—-----------------

The dragon yawned as Mikasa, Armin, Eren, and Fenrir returned.

“Rytsas, zokla, velkrys. Rytsas, zaldrīzo ānogar,” Meadow greeted them.

“Hello, Wolf, Stag. Hello, blood of the dragon,” Mikasa translated. “Rytsas, Meadow.”

“Kivio dārilaros,” Meadow’s eyes narrowed at her.

“I don’t know why you keep calling me that. I am not a promised heir anymore,” Mikasa sighed. “Yours isn’t the voice I’ve been hearing.”

“Hāedar,” Meadow answered.

“What does that mean?” Eren looked at Mikasa.

“It means little sister or cousin. Do you mean Kayda?” Mikasa asked him.

“Issa,” the dragon answered.

“Yes,” Mikasa translated.

“You understand common but you can’t speak it?” Armin asked.

“Issa,” the dragon repeated.

“How are we hearing you right now?” Eren asked.

“Perzys,” the dragon stood up.

“Fire,” Mikasa translated. “How do I hear Kayda when the fire isn’t burning then?”

“Kipagīros. Ānogar sēter,” he answered simply.

“Rider, blood magic,” Mikasa translated.

“We’ve gotten more answers out of this dragon than we have from books and asking our parents,” Eren scoffed.

“Mittys,” Meadow answered.

“Idiots or fools,” Mikasa translated. “Meadow, is there anything you can tell us to help? We’ve been left in the dark on many things with my mother and father. They’re gone. Now we have more questions and answers. If you can offer any help, any information, we would be forever grateful.”

“Muña suvion, Kepa perzys. Ao kvio dārilaros,” Meadow stretched his wing. “Geros ilas.” Meadow took off into the sky.

“Mother ice, father fire. You promised heir. Goodbye,” Mikasa translated.

“Why was that the most informative conversation we’ve had?” Eren asked.

“Because I think that dragon said might be the key to everything,” Armin answered.

—--------

There was a storm raging outside but the fire still burned.

“It always amazes me that the fire still rages in this weather,” Mikasa said to Levi as they sat in her favorite spot of the castle.

“I never understood how this magic works and the rest doesn’t,” Levi replied. “Did you know your father found Valyria?”

Mikasa shook her head.

“Kenny said he did. He said he didn’t know where it was though.”

“You don’t believe him?”

“I don’t. I don’t think they’re lying to us to conspire against us. I think…I know it’s because they want to protect us.”

“What do we do now?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea. Hange is going through the books we found in the crypts but if what Eren said is true, then your father destroyed the very information we need.” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry,” Mikasa apologized.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t imagine my having Eren sleep in my room has helped anything.”

“That’s been the least of my worries. Actually, I think you two can protect one another. A wolf and a dragon in the same room.” Levi smirked. “I like this better than the two of you ignoring one another. Besides, you need someone you can count on no matter what.”

“He said he would cut anyone’s tongue out if they talked bad about me,” Mikasa’s face flushed.

“I believe he will. I know you don’t believe me but he does truly care about you. I see it in the way he looks at you. He’s just scared as everyone is when they first fall in love,” Levi remarked.

“You weren’t afraid,” Mikasa looked up at him.

“Yes, I was. The first time I fell in love ... .I couldn’t tell them. I never told them. That is my greatest regret,” Levi looked down.

Mikasa frowned. “Why not?”

“Because once you speak those words, there is no going back.”

Mikasa gulped before looking down.

—--------------

Valyrian Wedding Traditions:

Anyone can preside over a wedding. It makes no difference who they are. A piece of dragonglass is used to cut the lips so that the blood may mix once they kiss.

Then they cut their own hands and use their blood to draw on the foreheads of their partner a symbol in Valyrian to represent them. Then they join their bleeding hands together that are then wrapped together with a piece of ribbon or leather.

The couple will then share a sip of wine before the vows are said in Valyrian:

Blood of two, joined as one, ghostly flame, and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness, the vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.

The couple then seals their union with a kiss.

“Reading up about Valyrian culture?” Mikasa asked as she sat down across from Eren in the library.

“I thought I should know more about it, about you,” Eren’s cheek flushed.

“Are we marrying in a Valyrian ceremony?”

Rhaena poked her head out from under Mikasa’s hair.

“Hello Rhaena,” Eren greeted the dragon. “I thought we would.”

“Really?”

Eren nodded, “I thought we could do what my parents did. They married and told no one. Then they married in a big elaborate ceremony in front of the entire kingdom. I don’t remember it but that’s what my mother told me. Unless you only want an elaborate ceremony.”

“I don’t want all the attention,” Mikasa looked down.

“Then we don’t have to do any of that,” Eren reached across the table and placed his hand on top of hers.

“Levi said it was a good idea for us to stay together. Because of Fenrir and Rhaena. He said we could protect one another,” Mikasa still didn’t look up as her cheeks were flushing more.

“Are you worried about that?”

Mikasa shook her head, “they already believe me to be with child. What else can they say?”

“I told you, if I hear anyone speak negatively about you, I’ll take their tongue. That’s a promise,” Eren swore.

Mikasa finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. “Walk with me to dinner?”

Eren nodded as he stood, leaving the book open on the table.

—--------------------------

When Annie wasn’t at dinner, Armin had had enough.

He went directly to her room.

He knocked.

There was no answer.

Frustrated, Armin picked the lock and stormed into Annie’s bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” Annie asked as she stood from her bed.

“You haven’t been seen. Everyone is worried about you,” Armin told her.

“As you can see, I am fine,” Annie said as she looked down.

“You don’t look fine,” Armin commented.

“I am! See! I’m perfectly fine! No injuries, nothing.”

“Annie, I know you,” Armin took a step closer to her.

“Do you?”

“Talk to me,” Armin took another step closer.

“No. Get out,” Annie turned around so her back was facing him.

Armin sighed before leaving.

—----------------------------

No matter the weather, no matter the day, the woman showed up after the bonfire was lit. Her hair was so blonde it was white, her skin as pale as snow, and her eyes as blue as the sky.

Kenny had seen her time after time. He did not know who she was for sure. He thought she may be the Night’s Queen. She would just stand in front of the fire, staring into it. If she were one of the Others, wouldn’t she want to be as far away from dragon fire as possible?

“I’ve only seen a glimpse of her before,” Kuchel said as she stood on a balcony with her brother.

“I’ve seen her in the North. I wasn’t expecting to see her here,” Kenny replied.

“She looks sad,” Kuchel remarked.

“She always does,” Kenny watched as the woman finally walked away from the fire and headed North.

“Strange, very strange,” Kuchel noted.

Kenny noted in agreement.

—----------------------

The storm continued raging.

Mikasa had hoped it would stop once dinner was over but the storm showed no signs of slowing down or letting up. She stood at her window, watching the dragons shelter themselves.

Rhaena was curled up on one of Mikasa’s pillows.

Eren had gone off with Armin which was fine with Mikasa. Armin needed Eren. Besides, Mikasa was safe in her room with the dragon here.

Kayda was looking up at her, at least Mikasa thought Kayda was.

“Rysta,” the deep voice Mikasa had heard on two other occasions.

Mikasa took a deep breath.

Kayda could talk to her. Should that be surprising? Yes.

At this point, Mikasa wasn’t surprised.

“Rysta,” Mikasa repeated.

Kayda lowered her head back down, resting in the rain.

There were so many questions that Mikasa had for her dragon. Could Kayda always talk to her? Or was this only because Mikasa’s mother had unleashed her magic? Did Kayda know about Mikasa’s magic? How deep was this bond? Would this bloodmagic drive her to insanity? Would it kill Mikasa?

“Lykirī,” Kayda’s voice told her.

Mikasa choked on a laugh.

Only her dragon would be the one telling her to calm down. It answered one question that Mikasa had, however. Her dragons could feel and know what she was thinking. She had heard that Kuchel did not need to always command Seaflames in battle. The dragon simply did what it needed to, felt what Kuchel had.

If that was true, Kayda had felt Mikasa’s panic that night. It was the whole reason why Meadow and Kayda had rushed to her side. Kayda felt what she felt, knew what she knew. Mikasa took a deep breath. That meant the dragon knew how desperate Mikasa had been that night when she tried to end it all and refused. While dragons could be commanded, they were still their own person with their own feelings.

How much had her attempt hurt the dragon?

Yet the dragon hadn’t angered. The dragon had stayed by her rider, there everyday. Did Kayda look forward to their daily rides as much as Mikasa did?

It was then that Mikasa realized that it was not just some magical bond that made Kayda obey or choose not to. It was love. The two of them had been through so much. It meant Kayda knew the abandonment Mikasa had felt, the anger, the darkness, without Mikasa needing to explain. The dragon still loved her and love was the strongest bond.

Mikasa took a deep breath. “Avy jorrāelan, Kayda.”

I love you, Kayda.

The dragon lifted her head again. “Avy jorrāelan,” the deep voice replied.

—--------

There was something lurking under Annie’s skin, screaming to be free.

Her skin felt extremely hot.

Her skin was too tight.

She took a deep breath.

It did not help.

She stumbled around her bedroom, knocking things off of her dresser.

Sasha knocked on the door, “is everything alright in there?”

Annie tried to swallow air, she could not get enough.

Sasha swung the unlocked door open just as Annie hit the floor. Annie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, a large female lion erupted from Annie’s skin.

Sasha screamed as she jumped back, the lion took off into the castle.

—----------------------

“EVERYONE GET IN YOUR FUCKING ROOMS,” Levi yelled as he walked through the castle, Hange at his side. “Get Mikasa, lock her up with Eren and Zeke. I want the knights on full alert. They are not to kill the lion. Capture and contain only,” Levi commanded.

“It will be done,” Hange said before taking off in the direction of Mikasa’s room.

“Of course, Annie’s a fucking skinchanger. Of course, it manifests on a fucking bonfire night,” Levi muttered to himself under his breath.

“Lykirī,” a deep voice said.

“Do not tell me to calm down after how many years we have spent together, Vulcan. I am already going mad, I don’t need you adding to it,” Levi said as he made his way to the armory.

There was a deep chuckle that Levi heard.

“Fucking bonfire,” Levi said as he grabbed a large fishing net.

—--------------------

The door had been reinforced with the two dressers and both chaises in front of it. Zeke had shoved a sword in the space between the handle and the door.

It was getting late.

Porco, Pieck, Reiner, and Bertolt were currently clearing the castle floor by floor looking for a lion of all things with Hange and Levi.

Connie, Jean, Gabi, Colt, Armin, and Falco were stationed with the princes, Mikasa, and Sasha.

Connie and Jean had taken the first shift of watching everyone. They stood inside the room, on either side of the chaises that were pushed in front of the door.

Sasha was wrapped in a fur blanket from her own room and sound asleep on a fur rug in the sitting room. Gabi lay on the other side of Sasha, wrapped in another blanket.

Falco and Colt took up another rug in the room, wrapped in furs that were stripped from Eren and Zeke’s room before they moved trucks in front of both bedroom doors. There were no windows in the sitting room, that made it the safest.

Mikasa’s head somehow ended up in Eren’s lap, Eren absentmindedly stroking her hair as she slept. There was a blanket wrapped around Mikasa and a fur blanket on the floor. Midnight sat on his perch nearby, sound asleep.

“So Annie collapsed and a lion appeared. Is that….that’s not something that happens,” Connie remarked.

“Dragons apparently can talk as well,” Armin muttered as he looked up from the journal he was writing in. He had taken up a corner of the sitting room, flipping through books and writing.

“Anyone else find it strange that all of this is happening at once?”

“Connie, did you not pay attention? It said in that book things like this would become more common the closer it got to the Long NIght,” Jean rolled his eyes.

“We’re lucky that we have that information. It sounded like Mikasa’s father went a long way to protect her,” Armin muttered.

“Well, he’s hurting her more than helping her. Now she knows nothing and she’s stuck trying to piece everything together herself. If nothing else, they should have left something behind to help her! She’s his fucking daughter!” Eren seethed.

Mikasa muttered something in her sleep that no one could make out.

“And you’re going to wake her up if you keep being loud. Hasn’t she been through enough?” Jean hissed at him.

“I know. But she’s getting angry and that’s making me angry. She’s been left with more questions than answers in the name of protecting her,” Eren argued.

“That’s rich coming from you. You did the exact same thing to her. You left her, then pushed her away. No explanation. Stop being shitty to her,” Jean argued.

“He’s not wrong,” Armin said from the corner.

“Aren’t you all supposed to be on my side?” Eren asked.

“No, they’re knights, Eren. They’re on the side of honor. What you did was not honorable,” Zeke piped up from the other corner. He was leaning up against the wall, his eyes closed.

“I know, alright? She’s…we’re moving on from that,” Eren looked down at the sleeping princess.

“Good because if you ever do that again….”Zeke trailed off.

“You’ll kill me?” Eren scoffed.

“No, I think that small dragon over there will,” Zeke pointed to Rhaena who was asleep in between Vivica and Fenrir. “And if she doesn’t, the two bigger ones will.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan to betray her again. She’s…been through so much and I should have been there for part of it, at least. I don’t want her to lose anything or anyone else,” Eren confessed.

“She will though,” Armin said. “I don’t think the worst has come.”

“Any more comforting words from over there?” Connie scoffed.

“Not yet,” Armin replied before returning to his books.

“Any idea about Annie?” Eren asked.

“Skinchanger,” Armin didn’t look up from his book.

“Skinchanger? I thought those were all stories,” Jean commented. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What’s a skin changer?” A groggy Gabi asked as she lifted her head.

“They can transfer their minds into the body of an animal. My father was rumored to have been one. They said he turned into Valkyrja,” Zeke explained. “They specifically said he was a warg, a type of skinchanger that can turn into dogs or wolves.”

“And can he?” Gabi asked as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands.

“Not to my knowledge. I feel if he could, he would have left Valkyrja with me more when I was a child. They just said it because his wolf fights so well with him,” Zeke made his way over to Armin. “Need a second set of eyes?”

Armin looked up before reaching behind him and grabbing a book from the stack behind him. He handed it to Zeke.

“Go back to sleep, Gabi. We’ve got this still,” Jean said.

“You know you’re only three years older than me. I’m not a child,” Gabi remarked.

Jean snorted, “I’m not saying it because you’re a child. I’m saying it because I know how early you got up this morning. If you take watch right and fall asleep, it’ll be a problem.”

Gabi muttered something under her breath as she wrapped the fur around her more and closed her eyes.

Eren looked back down at Mikasa who was still asleep.

“You go to sleep too,” Jean commanded.

“I’m fine,” Eren said as he leaned back onto the wall.

Jean rolled his eyes.

—---------------

Hange, Pieck, Porco, and Levi met back up after searching the castle.

Levi had ordered Bertolt and Reiner to stay outside of Annie’s room in case she came back.

“She’s not in the castle,” Hange shook their head.

“I don’t think so either,” Pieck added.

“If she’s here, it’s in the tunnels. But we’ve checked everywhere else,” Porco replied.

Levi nodded, “I worry about Armin.”

“I think her anger is more directed at her father but you’re right. We don’t know what she’s thinking,” Pieck replied.

“So what should we do now?” Hange asked.

“Get some rest. Porco, Pieck returned to the princes’ room and stay there. No one needs to take watch if you block the doors. Don’t let them sleep in any rooms with windows. Hange, get some rest and meet me in the morning,” Levi commanded.

“Heading there now,” Pieck said as she turned and left, Porco trailing behind her.

“As you command,” Hange smiled.

Levi took a deep breath before he headed back to his room.

—--------------------------

When the knock had come on the door, everyone in the room jumped except Sasha who soundly slept.

“Who’s there?” Connie asked.

“It’s us. Open the door and refortify it,” Porco said from the other side.

Zeke, Armin, Jean, Connie, Gabi, Falco, Colt, and Mikasa began moving the two chaises, the two dressers, and the sword.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Porco yelled.

“We’re trying! What’s going on?” Jean asked.

“There’s a lion!” Pieck screeched.

Armin pulled the sword out, throwing the door open.

Pieck and Porco ran into the door.

Then Armin saw it.

The blue eyed lion that stared into him.

“Annie,” he called.

The female lion stopped.

It stalked closer.

Armin didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at the lion.

The lion stalked forward, staring him in the eyes.

“Armin, shut the door!” Pieck yelled.

The lion looked at him and then stalked off, back downstairs.

Armin shut the door and slid the sword behind the handle.

The chaises and dressers were moved back in front of the door.

But there was a part of Armin that knew Annie wouldn’t hurt them.

—--------------------

Getting a pitcher of ice cold water thrown on her was not how Annie thought she would wake up today.

The blonde screamed as she sat up in bed.

“Have a nice time running around the keep last night?” Levi asked as he stood with one hand holding a pitcher, the other a dagger.

“I wasn’t running around the castle last night,” Annie muttered.

“Interesting. You don’t remember. Bathe and meet me in my office. You smell like sheep,” Levi remarked before he walked away. “And you should put on some clothes.”

Annie looked down to see that she was nude under the fur blankets.

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Part 2

The rest of the week flew by and Monday came way too fast. To my dismay, I got paired with Ae-cha in room B 1. Lovely, not only is right by the stairways I also had to be paired with her.

"So, how are you linking it here?" I try to make conversation as we unpack.

"It's way more boring than I expected." I don't think she is a talkative one. "So, how long have you and Jimin been dating for?"

"Where did you get that idea from?" I reply laughing.

"That day in the library, I overheard Jimin and Jungkook speaking about you." I raise my eyebrow as I try to remember if I heard anything while walking in. I don't, I also made sure to let the boys know they weren't alone as soon as I realized she was snooping around. "After you walked in I remember Jungkook saying for you guys to get a room."

"Oh, that?" I laugh harder. "JK was just messing with us, trust me nothing is going on between me and Jimin, or anyone else for that matter. The last time I was involved with anyone was in college."

"Are you a saint then?"

"No, I just have not fallen in love, ever." I thought I was in love before, but I really did. But in retrospect, it was never love.

"You never been in love?" She asks in disbelief.

"No." My answer is short but definitive. "But you had boyfriends before?" She asks a little slow as if trying to make sense of it in her head.

"Yes, at the time I did think it was love but now I understand it was just attraction," I explain while folding my last shirt and getting up to go and collect my dresses. "As soon as the high was over things would get boring and I would lose interest so fast, it couldn't have been love."

"How about you?" I ask while getting up.

"I've been and am in love." She states confidently.

I smile. "I honestly envy you. I hope I know how it feels one day." And with that, I leave to get my dresses.

Suga was laying in my old bed as I arrive.

"Hey there princess, did you change the sheets?" I twist my nose and puff.

"Don't call me princess, and of course I did, on top of princess you call me a pig?" I'm annoyed at that stupid nickname.

"Princess suits you, and I ask because I'm pretty sure I smell Kookie." I grab a pillow a throw it at him.

"That joke is old, find something else," I say as he laughs together with V who just appeared from behind the curtain.

"Sure thing, princess." Fucking annoying! I grab my damn dresses and get out of that room as soon as possible. Unfortunately, due to the mountain of dresses, I was carrying, I lost my footing and fell hard at the bottom of the stairs. Thankfully just a couple of steps down but I still couldn't help the small scream that escaped my throat, nor the tears that filled my eyes.

Both Suga and V came running down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" V asks, but I'm unable to speak as I am biting my lip as hard as I can to try to trick my brain away from the throbbing pain coming from my ankle.

Suga takes the dresses from me as V helps me up, he guides me to my room. Right now I am so very happy that it is right next to the stairs. They leave me in the room and go and get some ice. Just as they arrive the voice comes with instructions. "RM, please go to the delivery door as soon as possible. Ae-cha, lock yourself in the studio. The rest should lock themselves in their rooms and wait for instructions. You have 5 minutes." And just like that, the voice is gone.

Soon after RM comes into my room and hands me a sleep mask, and some headphones. "You have to put this on. Someone will come and help you take it out later. Don't react, a medical team will come to have a look at your foot, you won't have to quit unless you need surgery." He says and I nod. I'm terrified, I don't think it's broken, but the possibility of having to give up turns my stomach. I'd rather lose fair and square than forfeit.

The medical team was there pretty fast. They hurt me a bit but I did not complain once. I know for sure they took pictures as I could feel the place of the portable x-ray machine on my foot. After what seemed like an eternity, someone took this stupid noise concealing headphones out, and I knew it was my cue to take the sleep mask off as well.

"You scared the crap out of us." Jimin sounded angry. "Can't you look at where you're going?"

"Or ask for help?" Nabi continues.

"Guys she is stressed enough." Thankfully Hana came in my defense.

"Anyone knows what's happening?" I am still in the dark as I did not hear what the voice said afterward.

"I just know that the voice said we were free to go and visit you and make sure you knew to stay in bed with your foot lifted until further instructions." Jimin adjusted my foot on the pillow as he says it.

"Well, it's not broken," I say as a matter of fact.

"If it was broken, you wouldn't be here." Nabi states.

"You are right," I say looking down ashamed. "I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to worry you."

"Worry us? You sh..." Hanna starts but Jimin throws her a look stopping her from finishing the sentence.

"What now?" I ask. "I don't like being left outside of the loop."

"Nothing, I am just angry and scared and frustrated." Hanna smiles. "You scared the living shit out of me." That last sentence was in English and made me laugh.

Later that day the voice announced that my foot was not broken but I had a bad sprain. 3 days of absolute rest. I was allowed 1 TV that Suga and Jin kindly installed for me, plus a choice of 3 movies a day. I had to take my medication on time and someone would be allocated to bring help me out for the rest of the time. It would be a random allocation by the computer since almost everyone wanted to do it.

We would both be given a walkie-talkie so they wouldn't have to be with me all the time. In the eventuality that Ae-cha is not the one chosen, she will exchange rooms with whoever will be taking care of me. Right now, I was awaiting my prescribed medication for the pain, as well as the results of who would be my lucky slave for the next few days. Might as well have some fun with the situation.

Suddenly, Ae-Cha comes in looking unhappy. She starts packing her stuff again. Why is she unhappy? If she is unpacking that means it isn't her.

"Why are you upset?" I ask. "Is it about having to change rooms? I'm sorry."

"No, it's more that I wanted to change rooms with Nabi. But didn't work that way." Ah yes, Nabi was paired with JK this week. I nod my head that makes sense. "So where are you going?"

"A2." She says.

"What? But that is Nabi's room." Now I'm confused. She looks at me as if I'm stupid, and then it clicks. "Ah, got it."

After about one hour of looking at the walls, JK comes in with his stuff. He doesn't even look at me. What is his problem now? Is it that bad to help me out? Can't you just refuse? Now I'm pissed.

When he was finally done he left the room again only to come back a few minutes later. He hands me a glass of water and a few pills, still not looking me in the eye. I take them and place the now empty glass on the bedside table. When I look at it, there stands a walkie-talkie, together with a note saying a soft song will be played when it's time to take my medication. I only have to take the blue pills when the soft song plays, if a rock song plays it means I can take another painkiller, but only if I'm in pain.

"What movie do you want to watch first?" JK finally looks at me.

"The greatest showman," I say and I think I can see a small smile.

"Can we wait till after dinner? I want to watch that one too." He says and I nod

He goes out to get our food while I pick up one of the books that he brought earlier and start reading the prologue. He is back just as I finish reading it.

We eat in silence and he sets up the movie once we are done. He surprises me by adjusting my position on the bed to the side and sitting next to me. It is a small bed, for us to fit together we have to cuddle. I am laying on his chest, my foot resting on top of a pillow that he had set on top of his legs. WTF. There is no way he is not feeling how my heart is going 1000 miles per hour right now.

I try to take deep slow breaths, to calm my heart down, but as the movie progresses I get so emerged in it that my being like this with JK doesn't affect me anymore. It is not even the middle of the movie when I start to feel my eyes close. Whatever this medication is it must be strong. I am aware I'm falling asleep but have no way to stop myself. The continuous movements of JK playing with my hair with his right hand, and making small circles on my right hand with his other hand doesn't help and I soon feel myself slip out of reality.

Something shifts under me as I hear soft music playing in the background. I open my eyes to see the movie was over and it was dark outside.

I slowly lift myself, never moving my leg, and reach for the blue pills and the old glass of water but it's empty. I have to wake up JK.

I shake him a little but he really sleeps heavily. I try it a bit more violently and have no response. WTF am I supposed to do? Then I had a crazy idea. I put two fingers over his nose and covered his mouth with my hand. Soon enough he started to wake up and I let him breathe again.

"Are you crazy?" He asks me fighting for his own breath. "You want to kill me?"

"I'm sorry." I pout. "I couldn't wake you up, this was the only idea I had."

"Well, it worked but seriously, let's avoid this way from now on." He looks at me and him. "Oh crap, I fell asleep on your bed again."

"That isn't the issue." I point to the speakers. "I need to take the pills and have no water."

"Hold on." He lifts my foot as he moves his own from under me and places my foot back in place.

He returns shortly with some water that he hands me and I take the pills.

"Can we continue the movie?" I ask. "I think the last part I remember was when they were meeting that opera singer."

"Yeah, sure." He finds the correct scene and presses play, and sits in his bed. I purse my lips in disapproval. He notices.

"What?"

"I was comfortable with you here." His face turns bright pink and I laugh out loud.

"Have you no shame?" He asks but comes towards my bed anyways.

"I do, but I'm feeling bold today." I smile.

"People are going to start thinking things that aren't." He says looking at me seriously.

"Let them think what they want, we know the reality," I say turning to watch the movie once more, laying across JK's chest.

I woke up alone. Stretching my arms I sit up straight in bed. I decide I'm going to give it a go at taking a bath and by the time I am back both Suga and Saem are waiting for me.

"Jungkook's having a life now so we decided to visit you." Suga starts. "I'm sorry I have annoyed you."

"Don't sweat it." I smile at him while Saem comes to help me back into bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

"As well as I can feel being stuck here with this useless foot." I shrug. "How about you guys? What are you up to?" "Trying to figure out Gi." Suga is the one replying.

"Gi? How come?" He acts weird sometimes, but I always thought he was just a bit shy.

"We don't believe he is a fan." Hell yes juicy theories, I'm all here for them. I nod, gesturing for him to continue. "You know all of you asked some really good questions. You asked things that were always related to things we did or said. He asks basic stuff, things that a true ARMY would have known."

"OMG! What if that is his secret?" I ask and they look at me confused.

"How?" Seam questions.

"Well, he might be the anti-fan," I suggest.

"That would be too easy then." Suga shuts the idea down.

"But what if it's not only that he is an anti-fan but we also need to know the reason behind it?" Seam suggests.

"That makes more sense." Suga agrees and I nod. "If that is his secret he will be too cautious around us."

"But maybe not around me?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Well you are a very big fan so he might." True that, I think he would open up more to Ae-cha if anything. "But I am very observant, leave it up to me."

"Are you?" Suga smirks.

"What do you mean?" Am I missing something? "I literally found out 2 secrets in less than 1 day."

"Maybe for some things you are." Seam agrees.

"What is this? Are you both ganging up on me?" I cross my arms feeling annoyed again.

"We are just teasing you." Suga smiles and shuffles my hair.

"Hi there." Nabi comes in, carrying my breakfast. "Jungkook is still busy so I bring you breakfast."

"Thank you, Nabi." That looks absolutely delicious. I smile as I accept the tray.

Dang and Seam leave very soon after Nabi arrived so it's just the two of us there while I eat breakfast.

"How is it?" She asks me after a while.

"It's okay. I'm resting a lot which I actually needed to so that is kinda perfect." I smile.

"I am curious about something." She is playing with the edge of my sheets so I know she is uncomfortable to say it. I encourage her by telling her she could ask me anything. "I overheard Da-Eun getting extremely frustrated about your bias. She said she spent the whole night before the show looking at 7 years' worth of reactions."

"That is some persistence right there." I laugh.

"I just don't understand what is so bad about admitting who your bias is." Right.

"Do you have a bias?" I ask and she shakes her head no.

"I'm like them all equally." She states.

"Well, I wish I did too." I sigh. "Look, the way I see it without one of them, they are not BTS. I love them all, I do. But there is that one that calls for me. When he is in his zone, his voice speaks to my soul. I can't explain it but it is as if I have a connection with him that I can't get with the others and I find it unfair. The others worked just as hard if not even harder, they give us all the same love and attention, I repeat they love us equally. Still, I cannot do the same for them. And I guess that really affects me."

RM comes in at that precise moment. "You are wrong." He sits down on the other side of my bed.

"We don't love you all equally, it's part of human nature." He smiles. "We respect you all equally, that is different. We try to give you all the same amount of attention but even we can't do that. Look at Jimin, he doesn't let go of you two, it's not like he does it on purpose but he has a special connection that was formed through experiences and his background as well as your personality."

"What?" I and Nabi say at the same time.

"Seriously, we all have our own bias." He explains.

"Wow, I never thought that you guys had bias too." I chuckle. "Still, it isn't the same. You guys know the fans, we just have a general idea, painted to us. We think we know you, but do we?"

"We have the same." RM counters. "To us, the ARMY does no wrong, and even when they do we see it as they had good intentions at heart, like when they leak our content that we have planned for months or when they hack into our accounts. We feel bad, but in our hearts, we see it as them just wanting to be closer to us."

"I still think it isn't the same." Nabi nods agreeing.

"I see both your points and I think both are valid." She says. "It is hard to form an opinion but I don't think any of you are wrong. You have the right to feel how you feel and that is something no explaining can do. As they say, the heart wants what the heart wants, the ears hear what they want to hear, the brain makes the assumption it wants to make."

"Okay let's put it like this." RM starts. "You didn't know us at all, as you said. You knew only the image we have painted to the public correct?"

"Yes". I confirm.

"So now that you know us a bit better, has your bias changed?" He asks.

"Well no, but still I don't know any of you enough," I answer honestly.

"And do you think, that even if you get to know us enough, it will change?" He presses.

"I can't answer that question, as those events haven't occurred, I simply don't know." I mean there is always the chance. "But then it wouldn't be that my bias had changed, but that I have made friends with that I share a strong connection and we understand each other on another level."

"I have to admit you are some stubborn woman." RM throws his hands in the air finally giving up.

"Well, what if I ask it differently," Nabi is quick to give it a try too "you knew that coming to this show could jeopardize all your efforts to keep your bias a secret right?"

"Yes, I did and I had to think for a long time before I finally accepted to participate."I still remember the crying fit right after I had hung up the phone the day I accepted this.

"So, why did you do it?" She looks me right in the eye. "Why would you risk it all?"

In all honesty, I had thought about this a lot. Why did I say yes? To travel? To meet the boys in person? For fame? Was it to run away from a job that I used to love but was slowly making me hate? Was I running away? Or maybe trying to find me? No. It was none of it.

"I wanted to prove myself wrong." I breathe. "I wanted to see for myself that I was just a crazy fangirl and that no one is that perfect, I wanted to get rid of these biased feelings, I wanted to end the endless and ridiculous online stalking. I just wanted it all over."

I pause and look at them, both silent not knowing what to say. "I'm ridiculous ain't I?" I give a humorless laugh and continue. "All I wanted was to be normal, I was worried that I'd become sick."

"Have you?" Nabi asks in a serious tone.

"No," I answer truthfully. "I mean, I am not chasing him around, he is free to have his freedom. I never look for him, if he comes to me it's from his own will. That is at least a question I manage to answer myself, I am not crazy obsessed, I am just a very big fan that loves him and supports him and just wants him to be happy. But this is how I see it, now that I have opened up tell me, what do you think?"

"So to get it straight, your feelings have not changed?" Nabi is the first to speak.

"No, they did definitely." I don't know how to put it but I'll try my best. "I got to see him, I see how he acts with others, how kind he is, how thoughtful, I see how he talks about his fans, his family, his friends, and band mates. If anything, so far, it just confirmed that I should feel how I do, but as I said I don't know him enough."

"You know him enough," RM says and smiles. "You know him too well."

I look at him confused but before I open my mouth Nabi stops me. "What he means is, your feelings have evolved. You are falling for him."

"I am not." That is ridiculous. "You guys are seeing things that aren't there."

"Let me give you a piece of advice," RM says while getting up. "Don't look for validation of things that not even you believe in yourself. The only loser will be you if you do." And with that, he leaves the room.

I have been called to the studio, for a 1-to-1 talk with the producer. The studio is soundproof, and has only one camera and a few mics to record, but is the only place where it isn't streaming 24/7.

If the production wants they can release to the public what happens within it, but they cannot release anything that BTS records unless they have their label permission.

I am tapping my fingertips against the armrest of the chair as I wait for the producer to arrive. I can help but smile, knowing that I am at the very place where the next album is currently being recorded. Sometimes I hear one of the boys humming it, but they stop it as soon as they notice they aren't alone.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." I hear a voice from the speakers and notice the director is now visible on the computer screen. "How are you doing?"

"All healed up, thank you." It has been a few days since the incident and I am happy to be out of bed.

"So while you were resting, we have called V by himself to the studio as well, with a proposition." He starts and I stiffen, whatever it is it can't be good.

"After a lot of convincing he finally agreed to it, now we have to ask you for your cooperation." I nod for him to continue. "We want you two to date."

"Excuse me?" I must have not heard correctly.

"Well obviously not for real and you need to build it up gradually. The public will know it's a mission so you will not be experiencing any backlash for this." Oh my God, he is actually serious.

"You are insane if you think I will not get backlash, even if it's just for pretending to date a member." I am amazed a the stupidity of this guy.

"Miss Y/N, dating in Korea is slightly different from in the west. It's way more subtle and," he pauses as if trying to find the right word for it, "fewer hands-on." Wow, he did not just call us Western sluts?

"What do you mean by less hands-on?" I am clearly getting aggravated by his wording.

"I don't mean it like that, I apologize. What I meant is we are more conservative. Anyways Mr. Hak. asked me to tell you that Amelia says it is in the best of your interests to do it." Crap. Both me and Amelia had agreed that if this sentence is ever used by the production it was a message from her that things were not looking good and I should go to the production team's plan. Which I am really against.

"Okay." I breathe, I am trusting Amelia with this.

"Okay? Do you mean you will do it?" He asks, looking surprised.

"Yes. I'm in."

"Great! During Sunday's life, we will announce that the public voted for next weeks sleeping arrangements and that you as V were voted to stay as roommates for the following week." He explains. "You and he have to come up with a plan to set up the scene. You cannot just say you are dating. This needs to be very subtle, the rest have to start wondering about it, rumors should start, and expect some confrontation in the future. Stand your ground. From now on you are in love with Taehyung. Please start using his name before the week is over, instead of his stage name. You are free to go." I get up feeling slightly numb, I need a fucking drink.

I grab a pack of beers from the fridge and go to the storage room. Steal one pack of cigarettes and head to the back garden. Finally, I sit myself behind the greenhouse, where no one will bother me.

I rarely smoke, only when I'm stressed. I shouldn't but now I need it, the whole of my body craves the release of dopamine that brings me. After a few drags, I start to feel light-headed, due to not being used to it. I take a sip of my bare and close my eyes. Enjoying the sun.

"Hey." I look to my left to see Jimin standing there.

"Please go away, I don't want anyone to see me in this state," I ask, trying to keep my voice from cracking out of the sheer amount of anger I'm feeling. I regret accepting it, but I know that Amelia only wants what is best for me, I know that this is for my own good.

"I'm not going anywhere, I think you need company." He says sitting next to me and stealing a bear from my pile. "Just go." I take another drag and close my eyes.

"Not going anywhere." He sings. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just missing home." I breathe.

"I can understand that." I hear a lighter going and my head snaps in his direction. He lit a fucking cigarette. "I'll smoke to that too."

We are all sitting down, nervously awaiting the results from the first public vote when the presenters finally come to tell us who it is. After some suspense they finally announce Ae-cha is leaving the house, I honestly breathe in relief that Saem is staying. We say our goodbyes and JK actually hugs her before she walks out of the door. He seems a little sad which I think it's odd since he seemed to show that he disliked her a lot, but I'm not with them all the time so I do not know if they ended up making up.

We open a bottle of champagne to celebrate the fact Saem was staying and waited for the presenters to come and say their goodbyes.

"Hi everyone. How are you feeling now that you survived your first voting?" The female presenter asks.

"Good." We all reply. I laugh feeling tipsy.

"Something we did not tell you is that we also had another voting going on with the public this week." Here we go.

"That's right Hyun-woo, the public had special online voting. This week you will not be drawing from the hats for your rooms." Ye-jun says.

"Here are next week's room arrangements as per public choice by room order.

A1 - V and Y/N A2 - Jimin and Da-Eun A3 - J-Hope and Hanna B1 - Jin and Ari B2 - RM and Nabi B3 - J C- Suga and Saem.

Since there would be someone on their own for the first time, we decided we should not leave it to luck." Hyun-woo finishes.

"We wish you all a good evening and see you Wednesday for our first voting or update, depending if more secrets are revealed." Ye-jun smiles and waves as Hyun-woo says goodnight and the TV turn off.

We all start scattering and I rush to my room and start packing. JK enters soon after me but doesn't say a word. It feels exactly as when he had to move with me due to my accident. Actually, it feels worse, it feels like we regressed to when he was acting like a child. This thought made me puff in annoyance.

After packing I leave the room. I need to feel the need to sweat so maybe some exercise would do me well before heading to bed. That and the fact I don't feel like having bad energy around me, and for the first time, I felt it dripping from JK. I am thankful we won't be sharing a room next week, ever since that first night we watched a movie together, he has been avoiding me and distant, maybe because he reconnected with Ae-cha and she didn't want him to be close to me? I don't know. As I head towards the gym the studio door opens and I am pulled inside.

"What the hell?" I ask V. "Couldn't you just call me like a normal person?"

"Sorry, I didn't want anyone seeing us together before tomorrow." He says laughing. "Have you been setting the ground?"

"No, I can't even think of how to start," I say letting myself fall on the closest chair.

"Well I had to start already, I am too close to the boys so I actually started as soon as I was asked about the mission." Oh, that makes sense.

"What have you done?" I'm curious to know what's his approach.

"Well first was Jimin, he is skeptical of the group. I have just been trying to subtly ask about you, thankfully he is the closest to you so that was great. JK was there so that was 2 in one. Jimin didn't seem to think anything of my questions but Jungkook was eyeing me suspiciously." He pauses and turns my chair to face him. "Then was RM, he is very observant, so I just let him catch me looking at you a few times. As well as pretending to be lost in thought while we were having a conversation." Damn, he is good.

"Have you ever thought of an acting career?" He laughs at this. "I'm dead serious."

"Anyways tomorrow we have to start straight away." He says. "The boys know that when I set my mind on something I act fast. I was thinking we play a game in the room for most of the day and then go for a run together later in the day after the sun calmed down. We should spend the evening separately. By Wednesday they have to be suspicious and by Saturday someone has to have confronted us, by Sunday we have to admit it. The boys will want to say that I'm your bias and others might try to press the button and try to guess it. Be ready for that. If I am your bias I want to apologize in advance, if I am not then use this to your advantage."

"Why did you accept it?" I ask and he looks at me confused. "You know, pretending that we are dating."

"You know us enough to answer that question yourself." He says and smiles.

"You are protecting the boys." I voice my best guess out loud.

"I am protecting the boys." He confirms, gives me a nod, and exits the studio, leaving me with more questions than answers.

How would pretending to date me protect the boys?

"What is going on?" Jimin seems pissed and I cannot understand why.

"What do you mean?" I frown, needing to play my part.

"You know very well what I mean, don't be evasive." He is acting like a parent who had just caught their child stealing from the cookie jar.

"Nothing is going on." I continue to warm up, one foot on the stool and pushing forward.

"Y/N, just tell me. Are you on a mission?" Jesus, why are you so accurate?

"What? What makes you think that?" I try to keep my voice leveled, not giving away that he is spot on.

"Well, this is just very odd." He sighs, resting his hands on his hips.

"And what exactly is odd?"

"You and V." He finishes.

"What about me and V?" I try to turn things around but he is not having any of it.

"Will you stop asking questions? I am the one with the questions here." He points his indicator at me and I finally stop warming up and look him in the eye.

"Listen we are just enjoying each other's company as I do with every roommate I had so far." It is true, this is barely any different from I acted with any of my roommates.

"No, you are acting weird, and V is acting weirder." Is he?

"Seriously nothing is going on," I reassure him, putting my right hand over his shoulder.

"No, I agree with him, something is definitely off," Nabi says and Hanna nods as well.

"Guys, seriously, stop pressing it. We are just having fun." I mean they are supposed to think otherwise, but I think it looks more realistic if I try to deny it.

"Having fun? You guys have been on each other's faces and it's only day 2." Well, technically it's day 3.

"You've been counting?" I say as I tie my shoes. "Anyways I have to go I promised him we would exercise together." I turn and head to the sliding doors of the kitchen.

"Again? You guys are almost like conjoined twins by now." Hanna says making me laugh out loud.

"Not even close otherwise he'd be here too. See you later." With that, I wink and throw a kiss and jog to the front lawn where V has been waiting for me.

"Hi. How is it going?" He asks, hands over his eyes protecting him from the sun.

"The trio is on my ass. And you? How are you surviving?" I ask as I hold his feet in place with my knees so he can start doing the crunches.

"Well, all the boys are on my ass too." He says between breaths. "It's way harder for me than for you."

I nod understanding his point. I mean neither of these people knows the real me, they may think I'm acting strange, but they will always be on the fence, they don't know the real me. V, however, is not in the same situation. They have been living together for a long time, they know each other too well, I am sure the guys are very suspicious no matter how good of an actor he is.

"Lay down," V says pulling my arm and pushing me to the ground.

"What? Why?" I'm already laying flat and he basically positions himself on top of me and starts doing push-ups."

"Just do as I say and smile." He says through gritted teeth.

"What the hell Taehyung?" I yell whisper.

"Keep smiling we are being watched." I look around and see nothing.

"By who?"

"I can't see, they are behind the bushes." They? More than one? Must be the trio then.

"I'm terribly uncomfortable," I admit while looking into his eyes and playing laughing. This is so cringing.

"It's just acting. Pretend I'm your bias." He winks and I puff.

"Hey, that might be you." He laughs as he gets up and pulls me with him, running towards the main entrance of the house.

"Why are we running?"

"One because it's fun. Two because it fits the act. Three because I want to see if whoever is watching us comes out of the bushes." Since when is running fun?

We keep running hand in hand for a good 2 minutes before we start slowing down. As far as I could tell no one followed us. We lay down next to each other out of breath.

"I think whoever it was, gave up." V is the first to speak.

"Must have been Jimin, Nabi, and Hanna. I told you they are very suspicious, Jimin especially." I breathe, turning on my side to face him.

"I know, he has not left me alone, and he doesn't believe my act for a second." He faces me as he speaks. "Does he know something about your bias?"

I think for a moment, did I ever let something slip? I go through all the conversations I remember we had, all the moments we were all together to see if by any chance I tried to steal a glance, or acted suspiciously. I really don't remember anything that could have made him suspect my bias or know that my bias was not V.

"No, I never did anything to give it aw..." Crap, I suddenly remember the note. Someone watched me that day, someone knows. Was that person Jimin? "Actually I just remembered a specific situation that if anyone saw it, they could have gotten the wrong idea."

I was not just about to say that I might have gotten caught enjoying my bias vocals on the other side of a wall like a weirdo.

"What was the situation?" V asks getting up, one eyebrow raised.

"I am not about to say that." No way I'll keep it for myself.

"Well he knows something I don't, that's for sure." He pauses and looks towards the house. "It can't be that he knows who your bias is, that's our mission to find out, he would have said something. We have spent enough hours brainstorming about it."

"You have?" I ask surprised. I mean I know it's their mission but I didn't think as far as them getting together and trying to figure it out. This thought makes my hands start to sweat and my stomach twist. "Out of curiosity, how did that brainstorming go?"

"Not well, we started by saying if we think we are your bias, we all said no without a doubt so that was no help." V laughs before continuing. "We then tried to say who we thought your bias was, but the truth was we have no idea. So we got you drunk, but that didn't work either. We honestly have no idea."

"That's good to know." I smile.

"We will eventually figure it out." V points out.

"I know."

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I am currently laying alone on the hammock we recently got as a gift from the voice. The breeze is nice and refreshing and the stars are just amazing. The voting was a mess. We talked together before the life and we all liked each other, there was no reason to kick anyone out, so we decided on drawing sticks again. There were 2 short sticks and whoever drew them would be nominated by all of us. If we drew the small ones we would nominate someone random. I and Da-eun drew the short sticks. I am sad at the possibility of this ending so fast but at peace. In the end, I have proved to myself that, even if my heart is biased, my actions aren't and I can treat all of them equally. That makes me extremely happy.

After a while of laying there, enjoying the stars, I feel a presence approaching. I turn to see V coming toward me, holding a drink in each hand.

"Mind if I join you?" He asks while I get up and set to the side, making space for him to sit next to me. "Nervous?"

"About the vote?" I ask and he nods. "No, I'm okay with whatever happens."

"I'd be sad to see you leave," V says, a small smirk playing on his face.

"Don't know that I will be happy watching you all from afar." I smile back.

"What if we want to keep in touch?" I think about it momentarily, I'd love to keep in touch that is for sure but I am not ready for what comes with it.

"I'm not sure that is a good idea," I answer honestly.

"Why not?" He asks, as he reaches up to my hair and starts playing with a string of it.

"I think I have enough attention on my back as it is. I will be traveling the world and don't want all the crap that comes with being a female friend of BTS. Being an outspoken fan is enough for my plate." I look back up at the sky, my shoulders scrunched in defeat.

"We love all our fans equally, we just cannot be friends with all of them it's impossible. That doesn't mean that we don't want to."

"I know, they know it too. But it's more if it can't be me, then no one type of thinking." This is true, even for myself if I am being honest. I try to think how would it be to be in their shoes, but I can't. It must not be easy but it's the life they choose and they know how Idol fans are, they knew from the very beginning.

"So to get this straight, it's the backlash you are worried about?" V lets go of my hair and look into my eyes.

"Yes," I admit.

That's when he puts his hands on the back of my neck and pulls me close. I instinctively try to back away but he has a good grip. Our lips are inches away but he does not close the gap. He keeps looking into my eyes and then after what seemed like an eternity he lets go.

"What was that for?" I ask confused and kinda angry.

"I'm sorry." He says looking sincere. "We had an audience, and I'm still in mission mode."

That makes me laugh out loud. "You scared me for a minute there," I say and shove him a little. "Who was it?"

"The bias of you." Wait for what?

"What does that even mean? My bias you mean?" Why would he say it so weirdly?

"Who says you are the only one who has a bias here?" He asks and gets up. "Don't be so self-centered." And with that, he leaves.

I have never been so confused in my life. So someone is biased towards me? WTLF? How does that even make any sense?

I get up to follow V but before I can even take one step I hear him shouting "One out, 5 to go".

Well then, I think I'm going to be voted out before anything gets interesting.

I get woken up by a commotion outside. I can hear shouting although it is too far away to understand what is being discussed. I sit up on my bed and stretch looking around to see V was no longer in the bedroom, an odd sight to see as I usually get up first.

After getting out of bed I approach the slightly open window, carefully and as quietly as I can. I don't want them to know I am trying to overhear the conversation.

"You will ruin everything if you open your mouth now," V says to Jimin.

"Well you are ruining everything already, did you even think before you acted?" Jimin stops passing from side to side and grabs his hair in two fists. "Seriously, why would you do it?" I see someone approaching and see RM, obviously, he is about to stop whatever is going on. "Guys, please calm down, we all can hear you loud and clear from the inside. Emergency meeting in the studio in 5." He says sternly, quickly turning on his heels and heading back inside.

I decide to get back in and head for a shower, there is no way I will find out what is going on since the studio is soundproof.

I have not found the will to leave my bedroom today. It is just one of those days that my heart feels tight, and all that could make me better can't because of the lack of Internet access. The sun is clearly about to set, no one came by to check up on me either, but for some reason, that doesn't surprise me.

Yesterday V had to kiss me, there is no other option, we were playing would you rather, it all started very innocently and no one thought it would escalate this much. It was my fault this time around.

Jimin was intoxicated, and in one of his turns, asked me, would you rather kiss him (pointing at my bias) or him (pointing at V). I sent V an apologetic look as I got up from my seat and went straight to him, placing my lips on his.

It was supposed to be just a light kiss, that was always the intention, but for whatever reason he lifted both hands and placed underneath my hair, grabbing the sides of my neck, his thumbs grabbing against my jaw, and pulling me in. I was no longer in my right mind, I just let myself be guided by him. It was a long and deep kiss, sensual even, I dare to say. As the memories from the night before come crashing down I feel the redness creep all the way up my face and bury my head on the pillow. WTLF where are we thinking? We weren't, for sure. I think that's why no one came to see me.

Suddenly the sound of the button echoed through the house. I don't know for sure it is for me, but I can't help but think it has to be. I didn't care how I look, I ran downstairs and there were already quite a lot of people sitting on the sofa. I did not want to sit, so I just stayed back in a corner, watching from afar as the boys all gathered to guess my bias.

I knew for a fact that was what they were going to do, they have no other mission altogether. There could be no other reason for them to press that button. Tears streamed down my face without permission. I don't know how they found out, but I knew in my heart they were right. The determination in RM's face was clear, I know these boys way too well, they know my bias for sure and now, the rest of the world is about to find out.

"Good evening," the voice speaks and my heart shakes with each syllabus pronounced. "BTS, pressed the button?"

"Yes." RM is the one to reply.

"Well, we all know what this means," the voice continues "for our curiosity, do you really know or are you guessing because of the possibility of Y/N leaving soon?"

"First of all," Jimin speaks "I would personally like to apologize in the name of the group to Y/N, we know how much she wanted to keep the secret, and although we had our suspicions on who her Bias is, we were willing to guess it wrong."

None of them dared to look in my direction as Jimin spoke. The house was in absolute silence as the next words were dropped.

"However we quickly realized that other people were on the right path, and we felt that we needed to say a few things before we actually revealed our educated guess."

"In the few weeks we have been in this house, there was not one time either of us felt treated differently by Y/N." Jimin starts.

"We all had the feeling neither of us was her bias." Tae continues.

"We discussed the fact that she might be tricking us, that she might be an OT7." JK states.

"We honestly never met such a caring and dedicated fan, that had her feet on the ground and talked to us as normal people, instead of putting us on a pedestal and being scared to speak their mind," Jimin says, looking at me straight in the eye for the first time since that button was pressed.

"We tested our theory several times by leaving her traps and she passed flawlessly, every single time" Suga smiles as he says this, and although I still have not stopped crying, he made me smile too.

"However she did a small mistake, something we had thought only we had noticed but unfortunately turned out not to be the case," J-hope states as he throws a vicious look at Eun-do.

"So yes, we kind of guessed, but we also are sure of what we are about to say." RM firmly says before looking directly at me.

"Y/N," the voice calls. "Please head to the secret room and grab the envelope laying on the desk and bring it back."

I did as the voice commanded, looking straight at my feet as I exited the room. I wrote my bias name on that envelope the day I accepted to come here. Just in case the staff was wrong about who is my bias, I wrote it to only be shown if it was guessed correctly, and to be burned if no one did.

When I returned with the envelope in hand I was no longer crying. My tears had dried and I was a confident woman standing in front of that damn red button, ready to face my biggest fear, ready to look in my bias eye and see the reaction to his written name.

Ever since I found out they watched my channel, I wondered how would he feel to know it was him all along, would he actually care at all? It is probably just a game for them, but hey right now it's a game for all of us.

"BTS, please go ahead and reveal who you think it is Y/N's bias." The voice says and my eyes are straight on the person standing in the middle, right on the other side of the button, completely glued to RM's eyes, but his eyes were not what I was focusing on, they were blurry, unfocused. Although I was looking straight at him, my focus was on his right, slightly on the back it was my bias, and god damn if I am about to lose his reaction.

"The majority of us agree, that Y/N's bias is Jungkook." My heart pounds even harder in my chest as he says it out loud. JK, who was already looking at his feet is the only one who refuses to look up, WTF dude I am waiting for your reaction when I show the envelope. His actions were getting on my nerves so much that I forgot I was not meant to be looking straight at him. I shook my head and tried to ignore the annoying feeling creeping inside of me as I am about to start opening the envelope, however, the voice stops me before I even begin to move a finger.

"I have a couple of questions before Y/N answers that." The voice starts and RM nods.

"You said earlier that most of you agreed, who didn't?"The voice questioned.

"I didn't agree," JK speaks, looking at me for the first time since their guess. "I thought it was V." He says and I snort at that, making Tae release a laugh in the process.

"Very well, last question who was the first to suggest it was JK and when?"

"I did," RM said. "About 2 years ago."

That made my attention divert straight to him. I mean I knew he was smart, but I didn't know he was that smart.

"Y/N, is Jungkook your ultimate bias in BTS?" The voice asks.

I smile at the question, there was something liberating about the fact that I was about to let all this go, about how I can finally fan girl about my favorite as every other ARMY on earth, being that JK or OT7, or any one of the others for that matter.

I slowly open the envelope, not once getting my eyes off Jungkook, I didn't care anymore if he caught me looking at him, it didn't matter anymore. He was looking intensively at the envelope as my fingers started to pull the card inside, he didn't even read the name on the card before deviating his gaze away from the envelope.

He knew now for sure.

Every single person watching this unfold knew way before they got to read the name written on the card. It did hurt a little that he didn't bother to read his name, but I will get over it.

As the card came into view the TV that usually had the eye changed, showing several clips of me talking about him. I pulled the card completely out and showed everyone around the room.

Everyone could clearly see in bold letters written that name, the name I can finally say out loud, my BTS bias is Jeon Jungkook.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 07 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Honesty

“(Y/N), wake up.” A faint, weak murmur fills your ears. You're still under water though, floating away. “C'mon, wake up.” A sudden motion makes you bounce, a movement too abrupt to someone who's drowning. That's when you acknowledge the air filling your lungs. Not too much, but enough to bring some relief. You can't be under water. People can't breathe under water. “You won't die, hear me? Not from the cold.”

Ubbe. What's Ubbe doing here? Closing your eyes tightly, you feel like you're climbing back to the surface, back into consciousness, forcing your eyes to open. The first thing you notice is the cold, piercing, attached to your bones. Then, you realize you're being carried. “What...” You mumble, clenching your shaking hands into fists.

“There you are.” Ubbe happily says, walking fast. “We're almost there.”

“Almost where?” The lightning suddenly changes, and everything gets a little darker.

“What happened?”

“She was at the lake. The ice cracked and she fell.” Ubbe says.

“Get a warm bath to her room now!” You recognize Aslaug's voice. “Bring her close to the fire.”

The moment you're put down and feel a source of warmth, you push yourself closer, but arms hold you back. “Not that close.”

“Shit.” You curse, hands hovering above the fire. It comes back suddenly. The woods, the lake, and the ice cracking under your feet, swallowing you. How you got out, however, you have no idea, but you figure it was Ubbe. “Damn it.” You're shaking like a leaf, wishing you could sit inside the fire.

“(Y/N).” Someone calls, and when you look at your side you see Ivar and Hvitserk, both looking worried. Ivar moves faster though, dropping to the floor next to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, hands cupping your face.

“I'm cold.” You mumble, laughing at how stupid it sounds. “I'm freezing.” Giggling, you feel as Ivar pulls you close, your body collapsing on his chest. It makes you blush, if that's even possible given how the cold has penetrated your bones. Shaking against him, you place your forehead on his neck, welcoming the warmth emanating from his skin. “Sorry, I'm soaking wet.”

“Don't worry.” He says, a hand caressing your hair. You don't know exactly what's going on, but Ivar is like a second fire right now, and you have no intention of letting go of him.

“Here,” Hvitserk mutters, and you feel a piece of fabric being laid around your shoulders.

“Alright.” Ivar fixes the blanket, rubbing your back. “You'll be fine.”

“Let's leave them,” Aslaug says in a low voice, and you notice Hvitserk and Ubbe walking away. “I'll send someone to call you when the bath it's ready.” Her voice fades away as she speaks, and then there's nothing but the low noises of the fire.

Slowly, you feel yourself warming up, the shakings finally surrendering as you sink more and more into Ivar. You don't want to think about what this means, so you barely move, not wanting whatever this is to end just yet. You almost died today. Drowned, frozen, whatever. But you did think that was the end of it. And life has so much to offer, you'd hate to lose all of its endless possibilities. Death will come one day, but first, you want to live.

“What happened?” Ivar asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“I didn't know I was at that lake, I just... I wasn't really paying attention then I heard a cracking noise.” Taking a deep breath, you remove some hair attached to your face. “Then it broke right under me and the water was so damn cold.”

“(Y/N),” Aslaug calls, and, hesitantly, you move away from Ivar, sitting up straight. “Come take your bath. You need to warm up.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you glance at Ivar before pushing yourself up.

The bath is a blessing, and you couldn't be more thankful. The warm water cleans the ice that fixated itself on your bones, and you relax in the tub. Aslaug, of course, wants to know exactly why you ended up on the frozen lake, and you have no choice but to tell her what you heard. But you beg her not to speak to Bjorn about it. You can deal with your own problems, and you don't want to make their already delicate relationship worse.

After you're clean and warmed up, she allows you to leave the bath and get dressed. You're eager to leave this episode behind and never again you'll set foot on frozen water. As you leave your room with Aslaug, her maids left to drag the tub away, you meet Hvitserk coming from the opposite direction.

“Ice lady.” He says, smiling.

“I'll leave you two to talk and go find my husband,” Aslaug mutters, and you sigh to know she will be speaking to him about Bjorn.

“How about not calling me that?” You tell Hvitserk, crossing your arms. “I almost died.”

“But you didn't.”

“Hvitserk just...” Complaining it quite useless. He'll probably only make it worse. “Fine then, call me what you like.”

“It looks like I won this battle then.” Raising an eyebrow, he gives the girls passing by a glance. “What was that, by the way?”

“What was what?” Running a hand through your hair, you still have a threat of hope he might be talking about anything else.

“Really? Do you expect me to ignore you and Ivar hugging like that?”

“I don't know what that was.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “But I'm willing to find out. It's better than think too much and end up with wrong conclusions.”

“Ivar is in his room, in case you want to know,” Hvitserk says in a low voice, walking closer and giving you a glance that always makes you want to punch his jaw. “And he was very worried about you.” And he walks away, leaving you there like an idiot.

“You're putting some effort into ruining this friendship, aren't you?” Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heels and start making the way to Ivar's room, walking fast and eventually leaving Hvitserk behind.

You were feeling brave until you're at Ivar's door. Then you wonder if this is a good idea. Some things are better left alone, and Ivar is a complicated person. But still, you can't bring yourself to walk away, so you knock three times, not sure if you want him to answer. But you hear footsteps, and seconds after the door is pushed open. It still takes you by surprise how tall he is, and those blue eyes still send shivers down your spine.

“I left my necklace here.” You mutter, feeling a little stupid. “Earrings, bracelets...”

Silently, Ivar moves aside, giving you space to walk in, so that's what you do. “They're where you left them.” He mutters, but gestures at the table he has set near the fire. Following his gesture, you sit down, hands hovering over the fire. “Ubbe said he saw you wandering through the woods.” He starts, settling down on the chair across the fire. “He called, but you didn't listen.”

“Yeah, I was just... Trying to run from my own thoughts, I think.”

“What happened?” The question is the same as earlier, but it means something entirely different. This isn't about the ice cracking, it's about what led you into that situation. Raising your eyes from the flames, you find Ivar's intense stare as he leans forward, the fire illuminating his features.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to tell him. “I heard Bjorn and your father talking and when I caught my name I decided to know what was that about and... Bjorn said something about a prophecy that says he'll marry a princess and guess what? He thinks I'm the princess.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips.

“Bjorn wants to marry you?” He states, cupping his hands together, anger taking over this expression.

“I don't care what Bjorn wants, only about what I want and I surely don't want him.” It sounds mean, like you despise the man. “I won't be told what to do, not here, not anywhere else, I'm done with being just a piece on somebody else's game.”

A smile creeps through Ivar's lips, and the anger slowly fades. “That's good to know.”

“And... Ragnar said he kept me alive because he promised my father.” Looking down at your hands, you decide to share this with him as well. “That if I didn't get used to Kattegat he'd just send me anywhere. He wasn't thinking about any prophecy.”

“So you're not into Bjorn?” Ivar asks, and you stand up, rolling your eyes.

“I wouldn't have fallen into a frozen lake if I was.” Running a hand through your hair, you tell yourself not to keep bringing that up. The talking or the lake incident. Both things are better if forgotten. “I thought it made things obvious.”

“I've been seen women falling for Bjorn since I can remember.” Ivar says, resting the clutch on his lap. “Some had him, some were left with a broken heart. The older he gets, more women chase after him. Can you blame me for thinking you would be one of those?”

Turning to look at him with both hands on your hips, you chose to be honest. As honest as you can, because there are things you don't understand, things you can't put into words. “In the boat, sailing here, for a moment I thought Bjorn was... I don't know, he was being nice to me. But it didn't take long for things to... Change.” The moment you saw Ivar for the very first time, something went off... Or on, inside you. You don't know what, but suddenly Bjorn was already on second plan. But you're not bold enough to tell him that. “Then he knocked me down with a shield, made my mare bolt up a slope, and now the lake... It wasn't directly his fault but I didn't like him talking about me like I'm just a thing that he thinks belongs to him just because someone else said so.” You get angrier with every word, as the memory of everything he said comes back. Moving to the table, you grab a cup and pour some drink for yourself, taking long sips. “I'll belong to whoever I chose, and only if he wants to belong to me as well.” You only realize what you said when you can't take it back anymore. Taking a deep breath, you drink what's left before putting the cup down. “Sorry, I needed to give vent to my anger.”

“That's alright.” Ivar stands up, slowly making his way over you. “It's good to know you won't bow down. You're more Viking than some people I know.”

“More Viking? Please, I can't even hold a sword properly.” You're about to move away when Ivar's hand comes to your waist, holding you as he did on the day you almost fainted because of the head injury. It clouds your mind immediately, and when you turn back at him, your faces are only a few inches away.

“You can still learn if you want and if you don't...” His hand moves away, coming to caress your cheek instead. His fingertips are cold, but they leave a trail of fire on your skin. “I'll still admire your bravery, Christian princess.”

The way he says it makes you smile. For the first time, it doesn't come out as an insult, or in a sarcastic way. Could Ivar accept you, despite the differences between your worlds? Right now, it feels like he can.

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iisuya-simps · 3 years

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A Kings Coronation (Royal au – Otoya x Reader)

A/N: I've been trying to write this since his birthday celebration card came out

Klab please let me marry this man ~ I will give him my s o u l

God, I wish this were me...

Enjoy~

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The day of Otoya's 18th birthday. Today he would be crowned king and take over the kingdom. You woke up early and rode all morning from your country to see him. A few hours later you woke to the sun shining in your eyes, seeing how you slept most of the way.

It was crowded when you got there. Guards lined up at every corner. People came far and wide to witness the crowning of a new king. You had to push through the crowd to even get close to the main balcony when a hand touched your shoulder.

“There you are! I finally found you!” You feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. It was him. “Otoya!” You turn and give him a hug, he squeezes you back. “Thanks for coming.”

“How could I miss my best friend's 18th birthday/coronation??” “Haha, this place is totally packed, huh? Just getting over here to you was crazy.” “They're all here for you.” You give a warm smile.

“Congratulations, King Otoya Ittoki.” You curtsy. “Gosh... Hearing you say it all formal like is kinda embarrassing.” He scratches his head. “Well, I'll answer as the birthday king should.” Otoya puts his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. “You have my thanks, dear Y/N.” Then bows. “Maybe that wasn't so regal...” you both laugh.

“Well, today is about to kick into high gear so stick close to me, ok?” “I promise I won't leave your side.”

“Still, I'd find you even if you vanished into thin air. We'll have lots more time to talk if we stick together, plus everyone can know about us right?”

“Know about us?”

“Let's go!” You follow close behind him but find it challenging with all of the people. You hesitate to grab his hand but he takes yours first. You look up and see his bright smile and wink as he guides you through the crowds of people till he sneaks you inside.

“Hey, there's something I'd like to show you.” “Oh?” “Close your eyes.” “Otoya...” You whine. “Come on it's a surprise!”

“Fine.” You close your eyes and he takes your hand guiding you slowly down the hall.

“Don't peek, ok?” “I wouldn't dream of it.” You go down a few halls then Otoya puts his hands over your eyes. “It's just up ahead, so put your trust in me. Keep walking straight.”

Continuing down the corridor you approach some steps and a large door. “There's a small staircase so watch your step.”

“Shouldn't I be the one surprising you?” “Maybe. But it's not often we see each other. Just a few more steps and we're here!” He takes his hands away from your face. “Open your eyes!” Revealed to you is a grand balcony with a gorgeous view of the land. “Ta da!”

“Wow, Otoya!” “Are you surprised?” “This is amazing! I've never been here before.” “This is the prettiest spot in the whole castle, so I had to show you! There's even an awesome view of the ocean!”

You can see every corner of the courtyard. You walk up to the railing and lean forward taking in the sights, Otoya joins you from behind.

“Beautiful isn't it? Wonderful weather, and a beautiful princess.” You giggle. “And a charming prince, soon to be king.”

You both heard a commotion from below. “Uhh, it looks like everyone is looking for me. They won't check here right?” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe we should go back.” “Nah, it'll only be a few minutes, no harm done. Besides look!” Otoya shuffles in a bag behind his back.

“I brought us some cake for us to eat together!” You cross your arms. “Otoya isn't that for the reception?” “Well yeah but I want to eat it with you now... And it's my birthday so anything goes!” You shake your head and laugh. “Alright then, let's dig in.” “Yay!”

He places the plate on the table to the left of the balcony. “After you, princess.” He pulls out a chair. “How kind of you your majesty.” Grabbing two forks from his bag he sits across from you unwrapping the cake. “Waah, this looks sooo good. Itadakimasu!” You both took a bite savouring the vanilla cake and fluffy buttercream frosting.

“Mmm, I knew it.” “Knew what?” “That this cake is way tastier being here with you than at the party.” “Uh-huh.” “What? You don't feel the same way?” He pouts. “Everything's better with you, Otoya.” “Really? I think so too... With you I mean!” You both gobble down the rest of your cake not saying a word but simply enjoying each other's company.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Shall we go?” “You have cake on your face silly. You'll look like a fool if you go out like that.” “Hmm? Where is it?” He licks around his lips. “No on your cheek, here.” You laugh stepping closer to wipe the icing with your thumb from his cheek. Sticking it in your mouth you then clapping your hands together.

“That's better.” “T-thanks...” He blushes but quickly recovers. “Well, the party's just getting started.” You place your hands on his shoulders. “Let's make this the best day ever!”

You and Otoya go back down to greet the people outside in the crowd. Staying closely by his side he never let you out of his sight. “Otoya there you are! I swear you have no sense of time. The ceremony is about to begin!” The queen crosses her arms. “Already?” “Yes, now let's go.” “But Y/N...” “I'll be fine.” You smile. He takes both of your hands in his. “I'll come to find you after, ok?” “Alright, now go get your crown.” You wink.

The crowning ceremony was lovely. Otoya took the coronation oath and made a speech. Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main ballroom then the celebration really began. You were wandering around near the edge of the ballroom when you felt a hand pull you around the corner.

“Hey.” “Oh hi.” You smile and fix your eyes on his crown. “So what's next, king?” “Hehe, come with me.” You spend the rest of the day greeting more people, enjoying the food at the banquet and listening to the royal orchestra. When nightfall came Otoya leads you away from the dwindling crowds to his bedroom to retire for the night.

“Wow, that was a blast.” You jump on his bed and sink into the duvet. “We hung out all day huh?” “Yup seems like it.” “Time flies when I'm with you. Oh! And did you hear the band? They were all like bweeh daa daa doooo.” Otoya mimics a violin shaking his head around.

“Ah! My crown is gonna fall!” He juggles it between his hands leaning over and catching it before it hits you. “Gotcha. Whoa!” The carpet slipping from under him he fell on top of you anyway. “S-sorry y/n!” There was a moment you stared into each other's eyes. You blushed a bright red then laughed.

“Cmon... no laughing. I just let my guard down a bit...” he pouts. “You're just a clutz, Otoya.” You scoot off to the other side of the bed. “Am not! I always act like a king should...” “Uh huh. So what does it feel like to be a king anyway?” He places his hand on his chin and ponders.

“It's not much different than being a prince yet I don't think. Though I guess a big responsibility falls on my shoulders now that I am a king. I have a whole kingdom to look out for after all. And you.” “I can look after myself.” “But you don't have to.” Otoya twiddles his thumbs together.

“Anyway... Today is special! After all, you're here with me.” He raises a brow. “Hey, why are you so far away? Didn't you promise not to leave my side? Come sit by me. You're making me lonely...” He pouts again. “Promise you won't fall on me again?” “Not on purpose.” “Haha.” You move closer and the both of you talk about the day's events. Though the whole time, you couldn't help feel butterflies dance in your stomach.

“I had a great time today, Y/N.” “Me too.” “Everything was so wild during the day, but now all I hear is you.” His hand caressing your cheek. You gaze, getting lost in his eyes. “Those lips hold the voice I cherish most.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Leaning forward his lips meet yours as they come together in a sweet kiss. You stay like that for a moment, then part. You turn away embarrassed. “Wait what's wrong? Don't turn away.” He giggles. “You left yourself open for that.” You laugh too.

“Look at me.” He turns your head and your eyes meet once more. “I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that...” He places both hands on the side of your face slowly pulling you into another kiss. “Were you expecting that?” “Hehe.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You melt into each other drawing out each kiss for as long as you could. “I don't know, were you expecting that?” You both laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

“Oh, Y/N...” He sighs. “I just want you all to myself.” “So selfish, your majesty.” “Hey, a king's orders are absolute you know. That being said, I order you to stay and talk all night to me.” “I guess I cant disobey direct orders.” “Hehe, no you can't.” You lay back and chat in his arms, steadily getting more sleepy you yawn.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” “I did arrange to stay for a few days.” “Really? He beams then suddenly gets nervous. “W-what is it?” You ask, both looking serious and sit up.

“Y/N, would you stay longer if I asked you to marry me?” Your eyes widened. “O-Otoya I-”

“I know it's sudden, I just can't wait. I want you to be mine.” “Are you sure? There are plenty of other princesses that are dying for your hand in marriage.” “Well of course there are other princesses, but you're the only one I have my eyes on. You're too special not to be my beloved.”

“Otoya...” A happy tear slides down your cheek but he wipes it away and holds your hands. “Hows about I ask you again tomorrow? More formally.” “Okay.”

You're unable to hold back the grin from your face. Marry Otoya? Being his friend is one thing but this is a dream come true.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You get up and grab your purse shuffling around. “Close your eyes Otoya.” “Ok ok... You take the little box from your purse and open it to place a small wooden triangle in his hand. “You can open your eyes now.” He looks down at his hand to see a small triangular pick. “A pick?” He studies it. “For your guitar!”

“Wha-” reaching under the bed you pull out a brand new redwood guitar. “Wow! For me?! Are you sure?!” “Of course! Otoya takes the guitar running his fingers over the frets and strings. “Happy birthday Otoya.” He sets the guitar down by the nightstand beside him. “Thank you Y/N!” He tackles you to the bed holding you tight.

You spend the rest of the night giddily talking about your goals, dreams and aspirations for the future. Eventually falling asleep next to each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the morning you wake to a blushing Otoya combing his hand through your hair and your eyes flutter awake.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Otoya presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You yawn. “Did you sleep well?” “That was the best sleep I've had in a while.” Otoya beams. “Good, are you hungry? Would you like breakfast? I could have the cook bring us something.” “That sounds lovely.”

“I'll be right back!” Otoya rushes off to the kitchen and has a special breakfast made. He returns with the cook serving both of you a buffet.

“Otoya!! We cant eat all this!?!” "That's ok, there's plenty of variety so just pick what you want!” You share a large breakfast together in bed. Otoya insists on feeding you dessert, but after the feast you just had you couldn't possibly take another bite.

After a quick rest, Otoya leads you on a stroll through the garden. It's early spring and the flowers are just starting to bloom. You're walking along when you pull Otoya to a stop.

“Hibiscus!” You wander over to the colorful display of red, yellow, white and pink flowers. “Hibiscus is my favorite flower.” You hold back your hair and take in the sweet almost fruity fragrance. “Y/N.” Otoyas hand takes yours.

“We've known each other since we were kids. As the years have gone by I've realized how special you are to me as a friend and something more. I promise to love and protect you as I will my kingdom. With you by my side, I feel as if I can do anything. I will give you each and every one of these flowers and more.” Otoya kneels down in front of you.

“My heart belongs to you and only you.” You gasp as he opens the velvet box to reveal a dazzling yet subtle ring. “Say you'll be mine, forever and always.”

“Otoya...” You tear up once more. “Yes, of course I'll be yours!” He stood and took the ring out of the box placing it on your finger. You leap to hug him almost knocking him over in the process. This was better than you could ever imagine.

"Otoya, I love you." Your heart pounds as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." You share a very heartfelt passionate kiss.

Otoya plucks a flower from one of the branches and tucks it in your hair.

“There, for my beautiful bride to be.” You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and walk hand in hand back to the castle where you greet the queen.

You feel quite foolish when you realize that it was your parent's plan all along to get you two together, but it worked out so naturally you didn't care. You were getting married to the guy of your dreams, and that was a miracle within itself.

Your wedding was celebrated with your family and civilians from far and wide.

But with Otoya by your side, this truly was a dream come true.

#uta pri #uta no prince sama #shining live #otoya ittoki #starish #otoya x reader

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quillsareswords · 4 years

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Breathing Room

Damian Wayne

Of course the little dog here is basically my sweet baby girl Rogue with a different name (Baby/Babe because I'm sure all of you at home have dogs you'd like to substitute names for), who sends all her love and puppy kisses to all of you! Ugh this was fun to write. So goddamn fluffy I could call Build-a-Bear a competitor.

Reader is a Titan.

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Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

"If I die, I'm leaving my dog to you."

Damian turns halfway to give you a suspicious glance over his shoulder. Then, he turns back to the fire place, where he's successfully stoking the flames currently living there.

The animal in question is the next victim of his scrutiny, laying perfectly peacefully on the corner of your blanket that's been left unused on the couch next to you. He points, you nod, he rolls his eyes.

"Awe! What? You wouldn't take my poor baby girl in?" You're borderline incredulous. "Did you hear that Baby? He doesn't love you!"

He scoffs, then pushes himself to his feet and joins you on the couch once more. The little dog lifts her head to look at Damian, almost accusingly.

You pet her gently. "Don't mind him, Baby, he's just jealous because I love you more," you soothe, babytalking the eight pound pooch like the spoiled princess she is.

"Firstly, you aren't going to die, it's only a snow storm," he argues, "and secondly, even if something were to happen, of course I'd take in your large rat."

You gasp and lightly slap his chest. "Damian Wayne!" you shrill. He chuckles loudly. "You take that back right now! Apologize!"

He rolls his eyes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd probably give his spot on the bed to Titus, who's listening to the entire exchange from the giant pillow on the floor. He reaches across you, lays a hand on her little head, and says clearly, "Baby, I am sorry for calling you a rat. You are clearly small not-dog."

You sigh in exasperation and defeat. He laughs, though it's obvious he's trying not to and failing miserably. "What am I going to do with you, you scoundrel?"

His arm lays across your shoulders as you shiver for the second time in the last five minutes. "Well, you can first let me chose what movie we watch since I started the fire for you."

You can't help snuggling closer to him. "Firstly," you mock, "I could have started the fire myself. Secondly, I'll let you pick the movie if you let me pick the genre."

"Deal," he relents.

Two comedies and a horror film later, you hear the front door downstairs unlock, with a roaring chorus of arguing voices behind it.

When Kori and Dick invited you and Damian to a Titans Winter Vacation, you had been a little skeptical. You hadn't been a Titan for very long, and you weren't as familiar as you'd like to be with any of them.

However, you'd known Damian for years, and he insisted it wouldn't be as bad as you thought. He wasn't entirely keen on the idea either, but you'd eventually agreed that it'd be nice.

They'd rented a cabin up in the mountains. It was three stories, with six bedrooms, five bathrooms, two living rooms, a home theater, and a game room. You especially loved the balconies on every level. That provided a truly glorious view of the Smoky Mountains.

Though, when you heard it was six bedrooms, you knew that meant sharing a room. You only really slept alright by yourself or with Damian, so it concerned you that you'd most likely be sharing a bunk bed with Raven, as you and Damian were seventeen. But, because Dick knew you wouldn't be doing anything more than cuddling, he was more than happy to let you and Damian share a queen-size in the loft, directly above Garfield and Jaime's.

To sweeten the deal even further, everyone was in perfect agreement that you should definitely bring your dog. She was very sweet and quiet, and perfectly mannered. You didn't worry about taking her anywhere. It made you feel even better that Damian was taking Titus.

So here you are now, tucked into Damian's side on a plush plaid couch in the loft, Baby curled up next to you and Titus sprawled at your feet, listening to Gar and Raven and Cyborg come shivering in through the front door.

"Holy hell, it's cold as balls!" Gar shouted, kicking off his boots at the door. You were about to call down to ask how town was, but he was already sprinting up the spiral staircase.

Damian sighed, though only loudly enough for you to hear. He thought of the loft in it's entirety as yours, even though the bedroom was an entirely separate room, kept private by a thick door.

Garfield paused by the couch to lean over and pet Babe, which she gladly accepted, before zipping over to the firepalce to warm up.

"How was town?" you ask. Damian grabs the remote and backs out of the movie, which was already rolling credits.

"Eh, it was okay. Grocery store was neat, though. Had a candy section that was lit."

You laugh softly. "Get all the groceries?"

He nods. "Yeah, but their produce section was so confusing."

"Are you sure you aren't just dull?" Damian quips. You roll your eyes and flick his ear as you sit up. "Hey!" he chirps.

"Ha!" Garfield shouts and points boldly, though he looks as though he's about to hurdle the railing behind you. "Damian got in trouble!"

Damian, the tough, mature man he is, flings a pillow toward the green boy with as much force as he can while slouched against the couch back.

"Watch the fire, you dufus," you scold, laughing, as you slide toward the steps with Baby at your heels.

"Ha ha! You got in trouble agaaiinn!" Garfield sings. Then he shrieks, and then there's a green bird diving over the wooden railing and Damian's shouting something that has you scooping up Baby and hustling down the stairs to stay out of his way.

• • •

Your bedroom is dark, and because you both like the curtains pulled away from the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the drop of the mountain your cabin is perched over, it is quite cold.

Too cold for your liking, even pressed against Damian's back and Babe curled into the small of yours.

It's been fifteen minutes of listening to Bob's Burgers play on the television over your shared dresser and the collective body heat still isn't enough. So, in a desperate attempt to chase the chill off, you half unwind your arms from his waist, and slide them under the hem of his tee shirt to press them flat against his side and his back.

While you're sighing in relief, he's jumping and sucking in a breath of absolute shock. He all but gasps, "What are you doing with your ice cold hands up my shirt?"

You almost laugh at the tone of absolute offence he's using. "I'm cold! We can't all keep the same core temperature as the sun, Wayne."

"Well Jesus, you could have at least warned me," he grumbles, rolling in your hold to face you.

You fall asleep pretty quickly now, wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled with yours beneath a heavy quilt.

• • •

You're always the first ones up. Well, not always, but for the past four days that you've been on the trip, you both have. It's usually Damian, and only Damian, but you aren't far behind once your main source of heat leaves you alone in bed with sunlight beaming into the room.

You, Baby, and Titus all follow him down the spiral staircase and through the main common room, dining room, and the intermediate stretch between the two staircases and two bedroom doors.

He turns on the coffee pot for the rest of the team while you start the kettle and set out tea bags and mugs for the two of you. While he's still fiddling with the settlings on the machine, you let the dogs out to the small fenced yard off to the side of the huge cabin.

The machine spurs to life just as you're lifting yourself up onto the countertop of the kitchen island. "Are you gonna make pancakes and eggs?" You keep your voice low, considerate of Raven in the room on the left and Jamie and Garfield in the room on the right, all still sleeping.

"I wasn't planning to," he answers, leaning against the counter by the gas stove, where the steel kettle is still heating up.

"But you promised. . ." You just out your bottom lip and tilt your head just a little, soft eyes oh so slowly grinding away at that steel cover he keeps locked around his heart.

After exactly forty two seconds, he caves in. "Did the Happy Bunch even get the ingredients yesterday?"

Your sweet begging facade switches on a dime, now housing a devious glint in your eyes. "Of course they did, I put it on the list."

He sighs, loudly. He lets the dogs in before he goes around the kitchen, gathering all things necessary for the pancake mix you love so much.

It's twenty minutes later when Kori and Dick are opening the basement door and emerging from the hall downstairs, Kori's hair just as unkept as every morning and Dick's shirt just as wrinkly as the night before.

"Sometimes I think you only love me for my pancakes," Damian chides playfully, having yet to associate the creaking hinges with the basement door.

"I won't deny it," you laugh, grinning down at the bowl you're stirring with more dedication than is probably necessary.

"Damian, I didn't know you cook," Kori states, with enough surprise that you're a little taken aback.

He turns to look at her over his shoulder, still dicing strawberries without looking and making your nerves twitch while he does it. "Only occasionally."

"Hey hey, watch what you're doing, boy," you sound a little too much like someone's grandmother, but you're really a little aghast that he hasn't steeled himself yet.

Damian reserves a certain part of himself around most people. It's a part of him you're allowed to bask in only after years of assurance and affection. You wouldn't be so surprised if it was only shown to Dick, but it was Kori he was speaking to, eyes still a little glittery and smile still lopsided and prominent.

In a moment of adoration and maybe a little pride in him, you hum, "Only for me, of course."

To yours and even Kori's awe, he chuckles. "Only when you force me, you mean."

You recover faster than she does, and cover yourself with a laugh. "I wouldn't call you promising me strawberry-blackberry pancakes forcing you, but if you wanna try and save a little face . . ."

Kori turns to Dick, with a look on her face that is silently asking if he's seen the same thing. His eyes flit between her, you, and his youngest brother, before they settle on you. He seems a little less jarred.

"Gezz, what'd you do, (Y/N)? Drug him in his sleep?"

With Garfield's arrival, Damian's smile fades off and he resumes quickly dicing strawberries on a wooden cutting board.

You mumble into your batter, "I'm starting to wonder."

• • •

At 11:15 in the morning on the sixth day, a war commences.

While you and Damian decide to hide out the still-raging snowstorm in your cozy little loft with your faithful hounds, half the team is out in the snow, hurling handfuls of snow that vaguely resemble spheres at one another from behind artificial snowbanks.

Though eventually, you decide the total war out in the front yard is far more entertaining than anything on his Hulu or Disney+. So, you pop a bowl of popcorn and brew your third batch of tea, and sit backward on the couch to watch out the massive windows that take up most of the front wall of the common room.

Over the porch roof, you can watch all the atrocities of battle play out from the safe warmth of your loft together.

Though, some time around three, Damian reminds you that you have plans to drive into town to explore, and asks if you'd rather stay and finish the battle.

An hour later, you and Damian stand at the front door, dressed to brave the weather, having bid your dogs goodbye as you left them in the warm safety of your bedroom.

Damian's hand is on the doorknob, but he seems hesitant. "Are you ready?"

You flip up your hood and pull your scarf up over your nose. "Yes."

He hauls the door open, and with your hand in his, you quickly cross the porch, jump the steps, and make it halfway around to the driveway, when you hear somebody shout, "Civilians! Open fire on civilians, they're both wicked!"

Damian spins on his heel to threaten the entire group, but you beat him to it when you see Jamie, snowclod wound up, aimed right at you.

Silence falls over the battlefield like the snow still drifting down at an alarming rate.

You point a sharp finger at him. "If you do this, I will never forgive you," you declare lowly. "I swear to every god in existence you'll wake up with your head sewn to the carpet."

He stops. Narrows his eyes. "You're bluffing."

"Am I?"

A moment's debate. You can image the Scarab waving you off with we can take her. But oh, that thing has never seen you with a grudge.

He swivels on his feet and hurls it at Raven, who's been hiding behind the snow that'd been shoveled off the sidewalk that morning.

You take Damian's hand again and make a break for his car.

After the drive to Downtown Gatlinburg and three or four hours spent roaming the streets, you're already talking about living there. In all honesty, he isn't so opposed to the idea of buying a home in the area. You seem so in your element here, and the town and the scenery surrounding you is so breathtaking.

But you know you'd never be able to drag him out of Gotham. Perhaps a vacation home, or maybe retirement.

You decide to stop in to a little cafe in a place called The Village, which is a collection of shops surrounding a lovely courtyard off the main stretch of Downtown.

It's crowed inside, so you decide to stand out by the fountain while you sip your steaming drinks and converse about the little shops you liked best so far. You are particularly fond of a candy shop, and he would very much like to check out a blade shop a block or so down the way.

Your teeth chatter as you talk about wanting a souvenir, something small to keep on a shelf, and finish the rest of your hot chocolate.

"Are you that cold?" his question is simple enough, but his voice is so soft and so drenched in concern it catches you off guard.

You laugh lightly. "I'm okay, just might need another hot chocolate before we set off again," you shrug, jamming your hand into your pocket has he takes the paper cup from you and nods.

"Well, I'm sure that can be arranged." He smiles.

There's something in his eyes, though. It's subtle, in the little wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the redness of his nose and his cheeks. As much as you like the way it looks on his honey crisp complection, it's starting to worry you. Not the blush he gets from the cold's kiss, but the slightly out of character openness he's been exhibiting. You like to think that maybe he's growing out of hiding his louder emotions, for his own sake, but you can't take the risk that it's something else.

He returns to you with an offering of mint hot chocolate. He smiles again when he greets you, and the pair of you set off back toward the sidewalk do a little shopping.

"Hey, Dame?"

"Hm?"

You wind your arm around his elbow with your free hand. "Everything okay with you?"

He turns his full attention on you. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

You take a sip out of your hot chocolate. "I don't know, you've just been acting a little differently the last few days." His eyebrows crease in a worried way, and you get the sense he's disappointed. "In a good way, I mean," you correct yourself quickly, "I just want to be sure it isn't for a bad reason."

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. You turn out onto the sidewalk, and start making your way farther up the street. "No, there isn't anything wrong," he assures. "I can't exactly explain it, which I'm not entirely okay with, but it's been. . . nice, this trip. The land is beautiful, the air is much cleaner than in Gotham, the people here are nice." He turns to face you again. "And you seem a lot more comfortable with the Titans. I'm glad; I'd feared you wouldn't bond with them at all, truthfully, and they're all far more bearable with you around."

You nod as he speaks, eyes jumping past him to the signs on the building fronts every once in a while. There's something he isn't saying, and you know it.

"And. . ." He sighs. "And you."

You pass him a quizzically quirked brow.

His voice lowers and he lays a hand over yours on his arm. "I love you so much, (Y/N). I can't even find the right words anymore."

Your eyes lock with his and you stop walking. Your lips part because your jaw goes a little slack, and your wide eyes reflect all the neon colors of the signs in the window on your right.

It isn't the first time he says he loves you. And you know it won't be the last, but he hardly ever says it so freely. It always behind closed doors in the softest moments, when you're both vulnerable or so drunk on love for one another neither of you can think straight.

You can't remember the last time he's been so open about in in front of anyone else, and it only ripens your concern.

You pull him closer, eyebrows slanting together. "Damian, I'm serious, are you okay?"

Now he's the one with one eyebrow reaching for answers. "Pardon?"

"I'm sorry," you blurt, "you know I love you from here clear to Alpha Centauri but you're really starting to worry me."

He laughs at that. Then, his eyes are as soft as his smile, and his hands smooth down the sides of your arms before they rest on your forearms. "(Y/N), I promise you there is nothing wrong with me now that hasn't been for the past seven years. Am I not allowed to let once in a little while, and allow myself a little breathing time?"

You hadn't realized you were so tense until you relax under his touch with the assurance. "Of course you are," you reply after a pause. You take one hand off your hot chocolate to rest it on his chest, coincidentally over his heart. "I just worry sometimes. I don't want anything to happen to you, Dame."

"I know," he says. He gingerly takes the paper cup from you and sets it on the bench you hadn't noticed before. He pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in a warmth like sunshine and a scent that's too particular to Damian Wayne to be mistaken. Your arms wind inside his open coat to the hoodie he's wearing underneath.

A long moment passes in relative silence. Your eyes are closed, ears perked to the drifting sounds of uncaring passersby and the rumbling of passing cars.

"I really want to slip my hands under your shirt right now," you mumble into his shoulder. "But if you tell me not to, I won't."

He grunts.

And for a moment, you ponder weather or not that was a denial. You silently make your choice and close your eyes again.

He leaps under your touch. "Damn it, (Y/N)!"

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whattodowithace · 3 years

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It's Basically The Lion King [Chapter 2] (Seyoon)

Title: It's Basically The Lion King

Pairing: Seyoon x Reader

Genre: Angst; Fluff; Spice

Word Count: 15,072 Words [All Chapters]

Writer: Kpopmadness & Whattodowithkpop

Warning: Mentions of death

*****

The princess awoke to the sound of her prison door being opened. She had actually slept for the first time in the weeks following her brothers death. She had spent many nights sobbing and wishing her brother would wake up. That this was all a dream. Or perhaps a prank, like the ones her brother used to pull on her as children. But reality always hit her like crashing waves. He was gone, her uncle killed her brother, framed her as the murderer.

Something between sadness for her brothers death, and hatred for the man she had grown up with and had betrayed her, stayed in her mind every hour she sat in that prison. It grew until she didn't feel shame over the false accusation laid against her. She didn't feel anything. Her emotions were worn out as a plan to somehow prove her uncle a liar formed in her swirling thoughts. Giving her a ray of hope.

Her uncle had informed her of her departure to Exile Island. The thought of the island made her stomach burn and her heart race with anxiety. She had read about it in her history books, but to actually be going there herself, for a crime she did not commit made her feel sick. The only thing good about the trip is that it would take them a month to reach the island. Giving her time to somehow break free and return to reclaim her kingdom. But if she couldn't do that, she would never return.

A guard stepped into her room and ordered her up. Once she brought herself up to full height, the guard put chains on her that cuffed onto her wrists and then had a longer chain for him to have a hold of. The cold metal from the chains bit at her hot skin, causing it to itch slightly.

Without a word, he drug her from her old cell and out into the sunlight. Her eyes burned as they slowly adjusted to the harsh contrast of the dark prison. But her ears, her ears immediately heard the sounds of her former people, a people that once loved her and greeted her warmly, were now shouting and cursing her as the guard led her along.

Even as shouts filled her ears she refused to cry. She refused to bow her head in shame and act like the criminal. She saw her uncle dressed in royal attire just in front of her making a fresh wave of anger course through her as she met his smug eyes. She jerked against the chains slightly, wishing she could break them. The guard jerked her hard, pulling her to the front, her balance slipping slightly as she went to her knees. The crowd gathered around them laughed.

Her cheeks burned but the princess still brought herself up to full height as the guard handed his end of her chain to the solider in front of them. He stood beside a camel loaded down with bags and equipment for their journey.

His dark eyes felt like they would see straight through her, making her shift her feet uncomfortably. His face remained expressionless as the guard handed over her chains and the key to let her lose, which he promptly put in a breast pocket on his dark tunic.

Her royal gown had been taken away and a dark pair of pants and a matching shirt with boots were given to her. The clothes were designed to block the suns rays and protect the skin from burning. They would be walking all the way to Exile Island. The thought of walking through the hot desert for several miles made her heart drop.

The new king walked over to the blonde solider and put a hand on his shoulder, a proud smile on his face as if the man was his favorite nephew. Then he turned to her, his gaze turning to ice.

"Well my dear, i hope you enjoy the island. It is a fitting place for criminals like you to go after all."

The princess met his gaze, a fire igniting in her heart. She opened her mouth to speak, since she was in front of people she could take this time to speak loud enough for people to hear her.

But the king quickly took a cloth and tied it around her mouth, stopping her words.

"Don't even try, snitch. You are going to that island to die and that's final." He whispered darkly in her ear. "By the way," He added, "This is the rope i used to strangle your brother. Have fun living with this fact on your way to the island."

She jerked against the rope roughly, screaming against the cloth stuffed in her mouth. The solider that had a hold of her rope jerked her roughly, forcing her to walk forward to him. More soldiers walked up to her to place a long chain at the end of the rope to give the solider taking her away a more sturdy restraint.

The crowd cheered as they made their departure from the city, the new king encouraging the crowd to cheer louder. Slowly, the sounds of cheering faded as they got further and further from the city.

They went on silently for some time. Slowly the lush meadow that surrounded the city and the palace faded, the trees slowly disappearing as the landscape turned into sand. The air turned more dry as the sun felt like it was steadily getting hotter the further into the desert they walked.

The princess took in the appearance of the man leading them. The solider was a few inches taller than she was and had much more muscle and physical strength than she. He had slightly wavy blonde hair that highlighted his tan skin. He seemed quiet but alert. His head turning continuously to check their surroundings. Every now and again he would look behind to her, his dark eyes only staying on her for a moment before turning his head back to look straight ahead.

They went some time, the sun beating down on them harder and harder as the day progressed. A steady stream of sweat had begun to fall down the princesses face and back. Her white hair clung to her neck, making her wish she could put it up somehow. The cloth stuck in her mouth only made her lips feel chapped and her mouth dry. Her legs aching with every step taken through the thick sand.

The solider came to a stop, pulling on the reigns of the camel, making it slow. The princess immediately sat down on the sand. Not caring that it was hot. The solider took a skin bottle from one of the leather bags slung over the camel before crouching down in front of her. His hands reached up and untied the gag from around her mouth. A rush of relief filled the former princess at being able to fully close her mouth again.

"Drink." He said, putting the water skin into her chained hands.

She took several swigs as she watched the man walk around the camel to retrieve a long scarf like material from another bag. He crouched down in front of her again and took the water from her hands before replacing it with the scarf.

"Put this around your head." He ordered as he stood up and took a swig of water himself.

"Why?" The princess asked, her own voice sounding foreign from not having used it in so long.

"Because the further we go the hotter it will get. We need to protect our heads from getting burned by the sun." He answered shortly as he wrapped a scarf similar to hers around his head.

The princess stood up, the chains rattling as she did so, causing the solider to take a defensive stance.

"How long are we going to walk today?" She asked, wrapping the material around her head, the shade it provided bringing her burning cheeks a measure of relief.

The solider put the water away before making a clicking sound with his tongue, making the camel walk on. The solider gently tugged at her chains making her start walking.

She gave off a huff and fell silent for a moment. Then she asked, "Do you have a name?"

The solider was silent, the only sound was the sound of his feet sinking in the sand slightly as they walked.

"We're going to be stuck together for a month." She whined, "At least let me know who's leading me to a life of exile."

The solider kept walking for some time, silence stretching between them. The princess had given up getting a name out of him before he said, "Mouse."

The princess stared at his back puzzled, "Excuse me?"

"At my regiment, the boys have a name for prisoners. We call them mice because the prison is located under ground. They only see the light of day if they're lucky. And at Exile Island, you defiantly won't be seeing the sun."

The princess let out a gasp, "I am not a mouse! I asked for your name."

Silence answered her, making her feel more angry. "Savage." She muttered under her breath.

The solider stopped and turned toward her, "What did you call me?"

"Isn't that all you soldiers are? Savages determined to show off how skilled they think they are. People that obviously seem to get their fun from calling people names when they haven’t done anything wrong.”

The solider who she had now deemed as a savage scoffed and started walking again. Then he stopped and pulled her chain extra hard so she fell onto the sand. Her face coated with the rough texture.

She glared up at him, his dark eyes met hers evenly. His frame towering over her.

“Let’s get something straight, mouse.” He snarled.

“I’m supposed to bring you to exile island, alive. But until we get there, you are under my supervision. So I would suggest you watch your mouth and do as I tell you. Because if I had it my way I would leave you here in this desert to die. Do you understand me?”

She huffed and stood back up, brushing sand off her clothes. She could already tell this was going to be a long journey.

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Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: [I'm thinking like long enough that Mia and Co can establish a pattern of stalking him shamelessly but not long enough that half the hol is over obviously] Jimmy: Oi Jimmy: have a word to your sister Janis: you're alright Jimmy: I ain't Jimmy: bad enough she's always here without leaving half her clothes Janis: what you chatting Jimmy: There's the selective dyslexia Jimmy: sort it out Janis: sort out coming at me like I've got a clue what you're on about if you want solutions Jimmy: fuck's sake, Judith Jimmy: she's coming at me at work Jimmy: they all are Janis: lol where do you work sephora Jimmy: Yeah, that'll be why I knew so much about lipstick when you attacked me with it Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: that sounds like a you problem Janis: her details are NOT hard to find on purpose, like Jimmy: I didn't put in all them fake dating hours to end up where I were Jimmy: or to have a lovely chat with her Janis: what do you expect me to do Janis: if she cared about my feelings she obviously wouldn't be trying to fuck you or get a free makeover Jimmy: not be a dickhead Jimmy: but alright Janis: she's an annoying bitch Janis: my condolences Janis: not news to me Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: give me her shit then, I'll take it home Janis: where do you actually work though Jimmy: Common Grounds Jimmy: [sends her the deets] Janis: alright Janis: I'll be in later, leave it with whoever if you're off Jimmy: 👍 Janis: can't you bar them Jimmy: Top idea to piss off my manager Jimmy: no rich girls Janis: 🙄 Janis: they ain't the only ones about Janis: idk, hide when they come in next time Jimmy: they're the ones most often about Jimmy: tips are well up Jimmy: 🥈 idea to piss off my manager Jimmy: do nowt Janis: I know you don't all need to serve Jimmy: Use your big head Jimmy: they ask for me Janis: 🤢 Janis: she better not be Janis: not that rich Janis: who the fuck does she think she is Jimmy: Mia's the only one allowed to talk Jimmy: keep up with the squad rules, mate Janis: no tah Janis: want me to put in a sneaky complaint Jimmy: I get it, you don't play by them Jimmy: 😈 you Jimmy: why you never 💔 me Janis: ain't been back that long Janis: christ, my holiday too Jimmy: if you wanna just 👻 me, crack on with doing nowt Jimmy: it's working anyway Janis: is it? Janis: 'cos you just said it weren't Jimmy: not with them but my DMs are full of people ❔ & 💔 that I ain't posting about you Janis: there you go Janis: so wanna go with that, caspar? Jimmy: Do you? Janis: Don't make odds to me, I've proved my point, whether that lot wanna listen or not, like you said Janis: everyone else has so Jimmy: more questions if you don't swap me for some other dickhead though Janis: great Janis: I'll attach myself to the nearest prick then Jimmy: If you've got another answer for why you went from 😍😍😍 to 😑 then go with that Jimmy: like you said, ain't been that long Janis: you were way more 😍😍😍 Janis: but sure Janis: ugh, I'll be thinking on this bus then Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: you were Janis: take the compliment Janis: such a good actor Jimmy: Piss off Janis: What? Jimmy: I know you're calling me a drama queen or owt like it Jimmy: an insult up north that Janis: Calm down Billy Elliot Janis: I was saying you fake rocked my world, remember Jimmy: It ain't that kind of cafe like Jimmy: if you want dancers that's up the road Janis: I'm neither coming for you nor the lattes, boy Janis: coming 'cos her idea of flirting is pretending she's braindead and loses all her shit on the reg 🥴🤪 Janis: so appealing, right Jimmy: Good shout, me and every drink are too expensive Jimmy: gotta stay rich, eh? Jimmy: and 'course obvs 🤤🤤 Janis: 😂 Janis: that kind of dancer, are you Janis: left my ones at home Janis: soz Jimmy: a shit one but keep that between me and you Jimmy: it just ain't goals babe Janis: �� Janis: your next gf, real or otherwise, won't hear it from me Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: #whenyourexaintapsycho Jimmy: what's that like? Janis: Poor kid Janis: not you, but 💔 of course Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Jimmy: getting richer thanks to 💀👑 but still Janis: it feels dirty, no I get it Janis: maybe just be a stripper Jimmy: 👍 Janis: they won't get in Janis: 👶💀 Jimmy: nor would you 💔💔 Janis: 1. I don't wanna see that but keep that between me and you Janis: 2. yes I would Jimmy: Baby please Jimmy: such a liar OMG 😭😭😱😱 Jimmy: reckoned you and WE were better than that 💔🎻💔 Janis: it's called a private show Janis: nothing #goals about paying for it Jimmy: nowt goals about pretending you can get where you can't Janis: you think you can be a stripper fullstop Janis: too twink to be legal, babe Jimmy: You think I can 'cause you're 😍😍😍 Jimmy: I never said it Janis: 😠😠😠 Janis: don't tell me what I think OMG Jimmy: stop thinking about me naked then Janis: pretty sure you have to keep your thong on Janis: this is a Christian country, thank you very much Jimmy: how much have you thought about this? Jimmy: gonna make me 😳 girl Janis: Stripping? Janis: Not much Janis: my lack of tits and all 💔 Jimmy: Me stripping 'cause you'll be suggesting thong colours in a bit Jimmy: and my tits are decent so not a problem Janis: Well, black, obviously Janis: but that's just a given Jimmy: But babe you love pink!! Janis: that's the colour of your skin, it's obscene Jimmy: Have you gone blind? Jimmy: have you been all this time? Janis: no, whiteboy Jimmy: It'd explain the PJs and missing my neck when you went in with your teeth Jimmy: you sure? Janis: What do you mean? Jimmy: What do you mean what do I mean? Janis: I mean both were intentional and you know it Jimmy: admitting I know something? Jimmy: are you alright? Janis: just sick of talking to idiots Janis: if it's all the same to you Jimmy: you ain't gonna wanna come here then Janis: I don't, hence I'm going to the gym first Janis: quite near there, who knew babe Jimmy: Not me Jimmy: 💪 is natural Janis: pah Janis: don't make me actually LOL Jimmy: I carried you, don't make me have to recreate it 'cause you have some kind of memory loss Janis: and I'm skinny, regardless of the complex you wanna give me, pervert Jimmy: don't make you light Jimmy: you're not a 💀 girl Janis: been making you carry her 'round, has she Janis: she's not that rich and you're not that downtrod Janis: there are some rights you've got, like Jimmy: How are you not getting how high maintenance my ex was? Jimmy: you're not my first princess Janis: 💔 Janis: aw I thought I was special Jimmy: I know Jimmy: soz Janis: no worries, just drop the 🏋 on my head Janis: ttfn Jimmy: 👌 Janis: none of them are there rn are they? Jimmy: they left a bit ago Janis: great Janis: I'm not ruining my streak of Grace-free days Jimmy: 🏆💪 Jimmy: I get it Janis: Exactly Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: or nowt baby Janis: Mhmm Jimmy: we're so in sync 💕 Janis: not the worst team Janis: just ask the fans Jimmy: won't be able to when I delete my accounts 💔 better do that Q & A quick like Janis: going 👻? Jimmy: that 💀😭💔 over you, Jill Janis: but actually Jimmy: ? Janis: easiest way to shut 'em up is just to throw 'em a 🦴 yeah Janis: won't be all that taxing to just get a pic whilst I'm picking up her shit Jimmy: The lighting in here is #🔥 Jimmy: and I do know your angles Janis: half the appeal, obviously Janis: give you a solid 35% Janis: the iced coffees a 15% Jimmy: if you order iced coffee I'll dump you myself Jimmy: give a shit what the plan were meant to be Janis: those are their numbers, not mine Janis: I don't even drink coffee, just give you a tip so you don't 😢 Jimmy: I know that, rich girl Jimmy: I'm the dickhead making them Jimmy: no need to give me a tip, give me a like and retweet Janis: 😏 missed me that much yeah Jimmy: you know it 💕 Jimmy: just gotta tell everyone else Janis: 'course Janis: now we're back in civilization, more inclined to do so Jimmy: what you ain't gonna miss holding your phone up in the air like a right knob? Janis: ahh #memories Jimmy: save it they'll 💀 over that Janis: sad that it's true Janis: so popular Jimmy: 😏 yeah you sound 💔 mate Janis: like you don't find it even a tiny bit amusing Jimmy: if it weren't I wouldn't still be bothering Janis: exactly Jimmy: 💀👑 makes me 😂 not soz Jimmy: what's her #obsession with you? Janis: Obvs we've been in a centuries-long battle over the title queen of the undead and she's mad I wear it better Janis: I actually don't know though Janis: mad that I hate my sister more than she does? mad my hair doesn't fall out in clumps? Jimmy: 💀 pact but make it #goals, I get it Jimmy: 🩸 ain't everyone's colour Janis: she ain't got any, anemic cow Janis: not that I'd trust drinking from her, like Jimmy: alright 🤢 ain't anyone's either Janis: 😂 Janis: can only imagine the hilarious shit you've been forced to overhear Jimmy: crack on Janis: heard the general gist plenty of times but assume they're tailoring it towards you which means it's even more cringe than normal Jimmy: Your sister actually mute or? Jimmy: like is it some 🏆💪 with your deaf brother Janis: ha, no, you joking Janis: even he wishes she'd stfu Jimmy: never heard her say owt and I'M obvs 💔💔 Janis: idk then Janis: you probably seem the type that likes introspective, quiet girls #deep Janis: maybe she's giving that a shot Jimmy: 😂😂😂 Jimmy: that's a fucking misread Janis: her specialty Jimmy: where does she reckon I'm from? Up north there ain't no quiet girls Janis: exactly, you poor misunderstood boy 💔💔 Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻🎻 Janis: s'a tragedy, truly Jimmy: Mia probably cut her tongue out for saying black's the new pink Jimmy: that's the real one Jimmy: such an underappreciated colour your fave Janis: Yeah, dead awkward she's done be such a solid Janis: have to say thank you and everything Jimmy: I'll sign it for you Jimmy: know everything I need to if I'm gonna chat to her Janis: 💀👑 her personality revolves around how fast she can get things in and out her mouth Janis: no time or need for chatting, I already told you Jimmy: 😍😍🤤🤤 Jimmy: but that'll be why she's gone deaf, that & the starvation Janis: why's she deaf Jimmy: weren't listening to none of them when she let them say owt Janis: can't blame her Janis: who'd wanna listen to any of 'em Jimmy: oh I dunno the tall one was making some fair points Janis: 😂 about what, whether to paint their nails this shade of beige or this slightly darker shade of beige Janis: still not thrilling Jimmy: about you being a dickhead Jimmy: not a direct quote Jimmy: taken some liberties with it Janis: awh the tall one likes me Janis: maybe I'll let her pick me up and climb up the nearest skyscraper 💕 Jimmy: I don't reckon you get to call her the tall one when you're tall as you are, babe Jimmy: but as dates go, you could do worse Janis: She's gargantuan Janis: you're just short Jimmy: 🦍🏗💕 Jimmy: piss off I ain't short Jimmy: wind your giraffe neck in Janis: 😏 okay lil man Jimmy: I was brought up on 🥧 🥔 and 🚬 what do you want from me, honestly Jimmy: I ain't 💀💀💀 Janis: s'alright, you're not my real boyfriend, normal rules need not apply Jimmy: and you're not my real girlfriend so you don't get to slag me off Janis: I ain't Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: there's in-synch and then there's copying, babe Jimmy: don't start something then Jimmy: I'm up to my actual 👀 in mardy customers Jimmy: no need for you to copy that Janis: well if you're messaging even 2 other bitches rn that's probably why Janis: focus, boy Janis: cappucinos are your passion, you really need the dickhead in the suit to not be late to his meeting Jimmy: 1. what would I need you for if I were? 2. this needs all the focus of you making that sandwich you never after I fake rocked your world Jimmy: 3. Making me laugh is the 🥉 guaranteed idea you've had to piss off my manager Jimmy: 4. Are we going for a 4th 🏆 when you get here or what? Janis: 1. idk your business, I meant bitches = female not as in actual cunts 2. how 'bout you make me a panini, babe Janis: 3. they sound like a party are they at least daddy Janis: 4. what did you have in mind because I've strangely not come out in my PJs Jimmy: 1. only so much 🐕 training I've got time for Jimmy: 2. 💰💰 first Jimmy: 3. nah but my dad saw your 👂 handiwork and he's blooding raring to 💍👰 Jimmy: 4. Will it even be the same without them? 😱😭💔 Janis: 1. your dog sounds #problematic you mention it a lot just call me sherlock Janis: 2. golddigger Janis: 3. but I am gonna bae your da so fair's fair Janis: 4. it was just about the soft cotton 💔 soz everyone, can't go on Jimmy: 1. sounds it 'cause she is 👏 Jimmy: 2. starving artist Jimmy: 3. so fair you 💕 Jimmy: 4. obviously Janis: Poor baby, don't they let you eat the leftovers and sendbacks? Janis: That's criminal Jimmy: They do but I'm all about a sob story me Jimmy: white lies ain't criminal though so Janis: Noted Janis: full soap opera when I come through Jimmy: full orchestra an' all Jimmy: 🎻🎻 play on Janis: sure thing Janis: after I've slapped you, told you you are the dad, then you ain't and then tell you I'm 💀💀💀 so still look after it bye Jimmy: looking forward to it Janis: obviously Janis: perv Jimmy: you Janis: be pretty satisfying to smack you one but I wouldn't go that far Jimmy: save it for our fake break up, my dear Janis: spoilsport Jimmy: I do hate P.E but I wouldn't go that far, mate Janis: sucha 🤓 Jimmy: *😎 Janis: bet they ain't part of your uniform Janis: gutting Jimmy: such a #rebel an' all though 😈 Janis: with or without a cause though? Jimmy: It's that you only wear PJs Jimmy: the hill I'm gonna die on Janis: 😂 Janis: alright, start a # Jimmy: alright, hang on Jimmy: [does cos he's a nerd] Janis: brilliant Janis: cue the DMs asking to see, like Jimmy: Mr Lucas is gonna let you wear them to school like Jimmy: you're welcome Janis: looking to have a heart attack to get that early but not really pension Janis: 👀 you sir Jimmy: and he'll be seeing loads of you Janis: shut up Janis: 🤢 Jimmy: I know I'm good but making you voming on me #goals Jimmy: I dunno Janis: #goals for a very specific group of gals but probably not otherwise so 🤫 Jimmy: don't reckon you can use #goals and them in the same sentence, Joanne Jimmy: challenge too far Janis: true Janis: right, lemme hit the showers then I can be there Jimmy: tah for that Jimmy: 👃 before 👀 weren't part of the plan Janis: piss off I'm not a skank Jimmy: admitting you faked your work out Jimmy: well committed you Janis: no, admitting I ain't gonna leave the gym after without washing Jimmy: 🏆 Janis: leave me alone so I can do it in peace Janis: or I'll never get there Jimmy: Glad I don't need to talk you through it Janis: thanks, left my blindfold at home Janis: dickhead Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: you should wear that all the time an' all it was a #look Janis: no thanks Janis: fake trust will only get us so far Jimmy: only so many fake injuries I can nurse Jimmy: 😇 of 💀 weren't the pact Janis: 💔 Janis: suited you Jimmy: white's my colour Jimmy: why I'm staying pure til 👰 Janis: not if I've got anything to do with it Janis: which I already have so shh Jimmy: If anyone asks I'm filthy, gotcha Janis: you can be a bit more vague Janis: not gotta hoe it up, be fit and mysterious, like Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: been that since I got here Janis: you ain't a part-timer, I get it Jimmy: not with this job and the one I'm being paid for Janis: hot Jimmy: I know Jimmy: ☕ machine burns to prove it babe Janis: so brave too Janis: wow 😍😩🤤 Jimmy: stop flirting with me Jimmy: cold 🚿 Jimmy: we've got work to do Janis: 👌 Janis: even though it's so sexy when you get serious Janis: 😏 Jimmy: I ain't even started Jimmy: wait til I get my 📷 out, girl Janis: umm Jimmy: You scare easy, I remember Jimmy: it'll be alright Janis: 😑 stop saying that Janis: I ain't scared of a flash Jimmy: no need, I know what I'm doing Janis: you better Janis: good thing I can roll with the punches 'cos you're not exactly clueing me in Jimmy: You're in good hands baby Jimmy: nowt else to say Janis: I guess not Janis: in a bit then Jimmy: 😘 Janis: [showing up but outside] Janis: you want me to come in or what Jimmy: Do you wanna? Jimmy: I'm due a break Janis: not gonna cockblock your work romances unnecessarily Janis: come out then Jimmy: They'd only have to check my socials to see how 😍😍 we are Jimmy: but alright Jimmy: [comes out and immediately lights a 🚬 obvs] Janis: people love cheating, only point of having a 9-5, #amiright Janis: [just like hey but not with words obvs] Jimmy: [doesn't answer her typed message because not that type of boy and also #triggered but offers her a 🚬 in greeting] Janis: [picking up such a casual habit lmao like how he never asked if she smokes and she just went with it] Jimmy: [bit rude actually boy but fair assumption cos she wasn't like OMG NO GROSS haha] Jimmy: [when you really need that 🚬 but also you don't have long if you're gonna stage a casual #reunion photoshoot oh the awks] Janis: [least they can take photos as he does 'cos that #badboy rep honey] Jimmy: [hopefully it'll turn at least a few of the 🚭 brigade off] Janis: [you can dream boy but we know you look good fight me, let her put up the pics as her casual #comeback 'sorted'] Jimmy: [he looks hot as hell doing it and we've seen the proof honey, don't even need to discuss at this point how needlessly hard they are going at this for the #fans and not cos they've missed each other nope] Janis: ['course not, like there's every need to be so PDA, mhmm] Jimmy: [cos clearly every real couple is this extra and it's not as if Grace has already called you out or anything] Janis: [soz they need their flimsy excuses lads] Jimmy: [soz you're all jealous] Janis: ['what she even leave anyway?'] Jimmy: ['what hasn't she?' exaggeration but not by much] Janis: [🙄 'what the fuck'] Jimmy: [does a gun finger and puts it to her head & then his because honestly] Janis: [sticks her tongue out and closes her eyes like a nerd but shakes her head like] Jimmy: [when you can't help a little genuine smile cos she cute] Janis: [just like what but not mad] Jimmy: [just looking at her like ?? even though you know what boy] Janis: [pushing his arm but again not aggressive like lol] Jimmy: [when you stop her by holding onto hers but in the most flirty way ever cos obviously bye] Janis: [just raising her eyebrows like really] Jimmy: [doing it back, oh boy be careful if you think you're challenging her rn] Janis: [just maintaining that eye contact for the longest they've probably ever 'your fag break ain't long enough, boy'] Jimmy: ['never is'] Janis: [makes heart with her hands then breaks it 'imagine if you didn't smoke then' 'cos true you get more breaks if you do by default hence they try and crack down on it] Jimmy: [mimes playing that violin 'why you trying to give me suicidal thoughts?'] Janis: [points finger gun back at his head then does a shrug 'not now?'] Jimmy: ['imagine if you had to work for your money, rich girl' shrugs back 'least wait until school starts, get on their roof and let the crowd form, like'] Janis: [gasps dramatically and clutches her chest like how dare you even think it 😏 nods 'sure, you wanna see how many you can take out with you, very white boy of you'] Jimmy: [😏 'more fun when you're in the mood too' and a look cos we know he doesn't mean a 💀 mood lads and nods like yep knew you'd appreciate that] Janis: [tuts like she's so unamused sure ok but you be looking back and not moving even though you could get the stuff and be on your way] Jimmy: [shakes his head in an amused way] Janis: [when you brb to go in for a piss/to be nosy and end up talking to pete like hey boy for the first time why not] Jimmy: [when I make him come back in just in time to see that just so he can be jealous for the first time lol] Janis: [we're so mean but it's real sow the seeds, just like oh hey gimme her crap then] Jimmy: [when you basically throw it at her cos you're 😒] Janis: [when you're obvs ?! at the change in mood but like alright then go with that 'cos what else can you like laters lads] Jimmy: [aggressively makes lattes while watching her go like this is fine] Janis: [lmao poor clueless pete like this is a weird vibe] Jimmy: [god bless that sweet sweet boy] Janis: any point besides 'leave me the fuck alone' you need me to get across to her? Jimmy: is there any point in telling her someone'll nick it next time if she just buy more shit? Jimmy: *can Jimmy: putting the possibility of a shopping spree in her head probably only encourage her Janis: 🔨🔩 on the head, like Janis: any excuse Janis: might turn her all Winona and is there any less endearing rich girl stereotype Janis: she struggles enough as is 💔 Jimmy: 🔨🔩 in the head, like 🤞 Jimmy: 💀💀💀 Janis: god I wish they were still giving out lobotomies like they were last season's prada, honey Jimmy: don't reckon I can fake being a nurse hard enough to sign off on that Jimmy: soz Janis: no oscar for you then Janis: and I thought you were convincing for a sec there Jimmy: put your PJs back on and maybe it'll inspire me Janis: if that was a factor you'd have been more inspired Janis: 😏 Jimmy: I was 🥇 Janis: saying I weren't, please Jimmy: you can have 🥈 Janis: piss off Janis: I put in more graft than you Jimmy: Bollocks, you were lying there 'injured' Janis: Your fault Jimmy: and I had to apologise like some kind of dickhead Jimmy: where's yours for being one? Janis: again, YOUR idea to go do it so shut up Janis: matters is it worked Janis: they've been crying about it since, like Jimmy: Me an' all Jimmy: having to 😘 you has that effect Janis: Pussy Jimmy: That why you're so into it? Janis: that's why I'm the better actor and you should try harder Jimmy: every new comment disagrees with you, mate Jimmy: 🏆 and 👑 me Janis: Not really a brag if they can tell how not into you I am, is it Janis: idiot Jimmy: The whole plan is that you 💔 me not 💍👰 Jimmy: idiot Janis: sympathy sex is your thing Janis: gross Jimmy: Dunno, not had any yet Jimmy: fact is I've got the harder job being 💕😍 that's why I'm 🥇 and you ain't Janis: you changed the plan back Janis: stop pissing about Janis: and the fact is that's a matter of opinion and no one has a higher opinion of you than you Jimmy: Me? You came here and you said we just give everyone more of what they want Jimmy: it's starting to sound like it's what you want and you've got that high opinion of me Janis: I'm not even entertaining that level of narcissism and bullshit Janis: because YOU were complaining so much and asking ME to do something about it Janis: but easy, I will tonight Janis: 💔 hit harder with the tease of a reunion Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Sorted then Janis: actually this time Jimmy: if you stop pissing about, yeah Janis: You're a joke, mate Jimmy: Glad you're 😂 'cause I ain't Janis: go 😢 some more Janis: good practice Jimmy: No need, I'm the 🥇 one Janis: at being a little bitch 💔 Janis: take it, I'm good Jimmy: That's my role, can't change it now, you'll get even mardier Janis: No shit, you had your fucking chance Janis: this is the narrative you want, hope it's everything you dreamed of Jimmy: Tah Janis: 💕 Janis: Bye Jimmy: 😘 Jimmy: [literally showing up like a 👻 from the shadows to pull her away from that fuckboy before anything can happen okay] Janis: [when you can barely wait to be like 'what the fuck' 'cos you're that mad like better not be no smokers outside 'cos casually running out] Jimmy: [when you're just looking at her like DON'T DO THIS oh honey you're gonna have to use your words] Janis: [like the level of exasperated cannot be overstated in this moment 'what the fuck' but 🔊 and with more feeling] Jimmy: [When you're gonna type it and pretend like it's cos you don't want peeps to hear but really it's cos you can't look at her rn without showing more than you're ready to] Jimmy: You're right Jimmy: it ain't gonna work Jimmy: they'll just throw themselves at me harder Janis: [the awkward moments when she ain't getting her phone out so is just like fuck you then and ready to walk off before she checks without thinking 'cos habit] Janis: yeah well Janis: why should I make that my problem now Jimmy: [shrugs] Jimmy: [but then just when she'd be about ready to fuck off is like 'I fucked up, I get it' softly and also with feeling] Janis: ['just-' pausing to think how to word this so she doesn't go off off but also so he get its 'cos can't do this again tah 'it ain't gonna fucking work if you don't admit you need it to too, I don't even need to know all your fucking reasons, but you clearly have them and so do it so own it. I'm not making you do shit and I won't do shit for you, even if it'd benefit me, yeah, if you're gonna take the piss like that' breathes out and folds her arms like there, done] Janis: I,* Jimmy: ['Alright' unfolds her arms really gently so it's not in a pisstaking way 'I said I get it'] Janis: [is 😠😟 but eventually does a nod like alright 'can I have a cigarette'] Jimmy: [nods too because #always and of course lights it for her and then one for him because needed] Janis: [just smoking in silence but jogging her legs up and down 'cos the casual pent up mess of emotions that ain't coming out tonight honey] Jimmy: So what did I miss? Have I gotta smack that dickhead or what? Janis: [shakes her head 'no one saw anything' nothing happened but point is don't owe him that info] Jimmy: [nods like oh good but we know it's cos he's a jealous mofo and is glad] Janis: who's socials did you have to stalk to get here Janis: 💀👑? Jimmy: I'm CONSTANTLY refreshing her feed ALWAYS babe Jimmy: the work did itself Janis: gutted for you she weren't on the trip Janis: the 💕 story would've written itself Jimmy: I've had my cry about it, it's alright Janis: probably for the best Janis: always competition at parties Janis: idk how welcome you'd be in the 'men are trash' bathroom sob sesh Jimmy: hang on, I'll go find out Jimmy: [doesn't actually move] Janis: [shaking her head but with less anger by now] Janis: not just from the girls, either Janis: [flashes her phone at him of Harry being whiny like come back where u at] Jimmy: [can't stop himself from being 😒 thank god that's his default expression lol] Jimmy: [takes her phone and deletes the messages like a sassy little bitch] Janis: [does fake cry] Janis: wow, they meant so much to me, how could you Janis: [but is like half-smile/smirk so he knows she ain't gonna be the one to start that up again so soon lmao] Jimmy: [puts his arm around her like he's fake comforting her but we know it real] Jimmy: you're in the right place to drown your sorrows Jimmy: come on Jimmy: [moves like he's gonna go inside but waits for her] Janis: [swipes at him like get off but instead moves his arm so it's around her waist so they can walk in like mat as well start now] Jimmy: [when you're buzzing about it but you can pretend its fake so its fine] Janis: better get that drink for me, babe Jimmy: You better come with 'cause you can't bear to be apart from me 💕 Janis: 🙄 Janis: [but actually 😏] Janis: I guess we are that couple rn Jimmy: No need to take a poll but can do Jimmy: [😏 too] Janis: 🤓 Janis: knew it Janis: got WAY too angry when I slated maths Jimmy: Oh please, Northerners can't even read or write, everybody knows that Janis: Can drink though, yeah? Janis: Try to keep up Janis: [goes in to make point like 'Slainte'] Jimmy: [obviously downs whatever drink to make his point that yeah he can] Janis: [get drunk kiddos, that's not risky AT ALL for yous; at least Harry is the type to see she's got a mans and just be smug like aw yeah she still wanted me, hit you up later babe wink wink, so don't need to brawl the idiot necessarily Jimothy but no one would be that mad if you two had to make a scene to show she don't want you boy bye] Jimmy: [what an absolute smug prick how bloody real but yeah Jimmy should totally use that excuse to be extra because obvs wants to smack him and is jealous af that something might have happened] Janis: [we know it's the typical shit party gotta make it fun somehow] Jimmy: [literally and the only other 'excuse' they need are that Mia and Co are also there so] Janis: [imagine how 😏 they'd have been when she turned up just her and how 😒 when he shows up to meet her lmao] Jimmy: [sucks to suck gals] Janis: [chin chin] Jimmy: what did you eat? You taste like Jimmy: [when you trail off so she don't know if its a compliment or an insult but we do] Janis: don't be ridiculous Janis: don't eat the day before a party Janis: rule #22, like Jimmy: you don't play by or keep up with their rules Jimmy: unless it has been that long Jimmy: did you get to the top of the lobotomy waiting list then? Janis: [shrugs like maybe, boy 😏] Janis: you snooze, I lose a good chunk of my frontal lobe Jimmy: [shrugs back] Jimmy: ah well, give me an easier life that Janis: 🤞 me and all Janis: or I'll have to sue, yeah Janis: #richgirltingz Jimmy: [shakes his head like he's so #overit but is 😏] Jimmy: how much 💸💸💸 were that outfit? Janis: well idk, if I say a months worth of tips is that impressive or nah Janis: 💔 poor boy Jimmy: Depends Jimmy: You mean my tips or the other dickheads that work there? Janis: depends who's the favourite, of course Jimmy: you don't need your frontal lobe to work that one out Janis: alright, dickhead Janis: glad they're compensating you for your time Jimmy: [nods over to where Mia is 👀🔪 at them] Jimmy: didn't 👑🏆 myself Janis: [waves like hey babes and gestures like 'come over' 'cos she obvs won't] Janis: got it's perks then Jimmy: I draw the line at a fake threesome Janis: [snorts and makes a face like desgustang] Janis: I reckon she's had enough she'd know the difference Jimmy: I get it, she keeps it #real yeah? 😎😎😎 Janis: 🤤🤤🤤 on that in your own time Jimmy: don't reckon I can Jimmy: if anyone asks the 😍😍😍 are all yours Janis: 👌 Janis: better move outta their line of sight so there's no confusion Janis: [head to the kitchen] Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [get more drinks down you, what could go wrong kids] Janis: [dickhead should be in here 'cos can't go anywhere lads] Janis: [downing that drink like] Jimmy: [likewise because fuming] Janis: [fun and games] Janis: this is so dry Janis: you been to an actual decent party here yet? Jimmy: Have you? Jimmy: [cos that's the tea they're never decent] Janis: [😏 like fairplay] Jimmy: [making himself comfortable in that kitchen rn downing drinks (which isn't a bad idea oh no) cos that fuckboy has gotta leave first can't show weakness] Janis: took the challenge to heart, mate Janis: [keeping up which ain't gonna come back to haunt ya] Jimmy: accepted it Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt Janis: drink to that Jimmy: [cue to down another drink of course] Janis: you live far from here? Janis: if I'm gonna have to carry you, like Jimmy: you have your 💪 cut out same time as your 🧠? Jimmy: 💔🎻💔 Janis: 🖕 Janis: you're just so big Jimmy: send that tweet anytime you fancy Janis: [does] Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: any excuse to reply with how well hard I am an' all Jimmy: [does] Jimmy: 💕 Janis: 😂 Janis: such an idiot Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: 💕 my idiot Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: this song is the worst Janis: gonna go change it Janis: [to the living room girl] Jimmy: [when you pull her back for a sec so you can kiss her 'goodbye' dramatically for your audience] Janis: miss u already bb Jimmy: obvs Janis: [assume she puts something decent on lol] Janis: don't get lost Jimmy: [comes back through carrying drinks, gives her one and knocks his against it as if he approves of the song choice but actually like I didn't get lost well done me and kisses her again for the #reunited mood] Janis: [going harder this time 'cos you can pretend it's 'cos Mia and co are in this room] Jimmy: [lowkey picking her up (but in the way she's still standing her feet are just off the floor) whilst because you ain't forgot what she said about carrying you] Janis: [when you whisper something pisstake-y about how strong he is in his ear for the look of the thing] Jimmy: [😏] Janis: ['just how bad are you at dancing then?' still in his 👂] Jimmy: ['How good are you?' in hers because he means that he needs all the help he can get but he also means he wants to see that, we know] Janis: [nods, 'just let me do the work' 'cos lbr dudes can get away with that if the girl is decent, leading him to where peeps are dancing so they can get lost in the crowd a bit but we know bitches be 👀] Jimmy: [Save him Janis we gotta keep this #goals but least the way he'd be feeling it would be so] Janis: [we all know it would be regardless like more than they be anticipating] Jimmy: [100% because that chemistry 5ever] Janis: [lowkey 😳 but it'd be literally hot in there so you're safe] Jimmy: [the constant 🐘 in the room of how into each other you are in ways that you literally can't fake, okay lads] Janis: [gonna have to break this up somehow] Jimmy: [someone could easily spill a drink on one of them by being a drunken dickhead cos always happens] Janis: [take that one for the team, then he can 'pretend' to be all gentlemanly and help] Jimmy: [close to a cold shower as you're getting rn, so offended on her behalf though cos her outfit is 🔥] Janis: [honestly rude, get another drink whilst you clean up in the bathroom] Janis: fucking hate parties Jimmy: [ooh if it's a lad he can kick off because never got to with Harry and he's got those pent up emotions] Jimmy: we can go Janis: [totally, she ain't gonna stop him, not that 'he's not worth it' type of bitch lol] Janis: not 'til the drink runs dry Janis: shits free, think on Jimmy: alright, pisshead Janis: what's the matter, not feeling 🥇 no more? Jimmy: [joins her in the bathroom to clean up the 🩸 from going too hard on some poor random which is an answer in itself cos obvs won] Janis: [trying to look unphased with almost total success but you catch his eye in the mirror, pass him a towel to fuck up soz whoever's gaff this is they do not care] Jimmy: [checking her out in the mirror too anyway because let's assume she's hitting that cliche where you gotta remove your top to clean it in the sink] Jimmy: [so glad you two are alone in a confined space rn yep] Janis: ['course, just be semi-clothes nbd you know each other like that mhmm] Jimmy: [don't think about what a pro he'd be at getting blood out #thanksIan] Janis: ['not got us kicked out? must be popular'] Jimmy: [shrugs] Janis: [turn 'round so she's actually looking at him, not via the mirror, assesses the damage gently and nods 'you'll survive'] Jimmy: ['weren't nowt but a little scrap, he might an' all'] Janis: ['outfit weren't that pricey, like' just casually still holding his face like bitch you done checking 'we can actually go now, if you wanna..'] Jimmy: [shamelessly looks her up and down 'reckon we can keep that between me and you' WHEN YOU'RE JUST SAYING SHE LOOKS GOOD AS HELL BYE] Janis: ['we could do that too' just gotta hold that eye contact and take a lil step towards him like challenge accepted] Jimmy: [when you only break the eye contact to stare at her lips #goodideaboynotdangerousatall] Janis: ['go rob me a top or we can't go anywhere' when your tone makes it sound like that's an option too tho] Jimmy: [gives her his like walking around topless is an option for him either] Jimmy: [we all know you want to just so she has to give him lovebites on all that bare skin mhmmm I see you boy] Janis: [lols but shamelessly checking him out too now nothing to lose yeah lads 'so chivalrous, you' and you know the others have faded now, checking for them too like this will never do 'so you reckon you could take a few more bruises for me then?'] Jimmy: ['Death pact's tomorrow' like she's gonna freeze it's April not December boyyy but we know meant to be a nod to how hungover they might be if they keep drinking so hard ha and also him saying he'll live/do your worst #notgonnaregretthatohno] Janis: ['won't be in any state to hold you to that, no danger' when you're just scanning his bod plotting where you're gonna do 'em like this is very serious 'don't want 'em to think we've been up here doing nowt, yeah'] Jimmy: [when you're just trying not to die before she's even touched you #mood so you can only shake your head cos can't trust your voice not to betray you rn] Janis: ['got my vampire rep to protect if nothing else' when you done giving reasons why you're about to go in 'cos we all know you just really wanna] Jimmy: ['you earnt that one if nowt else' god's speed Jimothy cos this is gonna be a MOMENT] Janis: [all over that neck and chest down to his stomach 'cos you're 'drunk' (barely) and have no chill, coming back up to his ear to do a throwback one and then being all 'you taste like-' whilst you're there] Jimmy: [RIP him because it feels that good AND you got dragged by your own 'diss' #amazing but of course he has to hit her with a 'what?' every time even if he has to struggle to get the word out] Janis: [just a look like 'you know what' and hoisting yourself up to sit on the sink, expectant, 'you want 'em to think you're as bad a fuck as you are a dancer? better do something this time'] Jimmy: [oh how the tables have turned because a challenge like that is obviously gonna be accepted whenever but now he's gotta go harder than he's ever because the fragile male ego] Janis: [lmao #whoops regret it in the morning lads] Jimmy: [I feel like a thigh lovebite or something to that effect like whatever is clothing feasible but still risque af could be her boob if she's got trousers on idk) is a step too far so therefore he and I must #calm down but actually don't ever] Janis: [no hiding what a moment that is even if she's like 'have fun showing that one off, boy' 😏 after 'cos breathless af still, someone is gonna have to boot this door down lowkey or this is gonna get so far beyond what can be for the 'audience'] Jimmy: [makes me die like WHO'S looking that closely not even Mia] Janis: [she wishes] Jimmy: [bahaha] Jimmy: [but yeah take that interruption as the moment to wander topless through the party to 'find her a shirt'] Janis: [oh the scandal, y'all will see that tho, welcome] Jimmy: [the state of them both literally give them that oscar and then get them a room] Janis: [when you ain't about to wait in the bathroom like you're so ashamed 'cos not a mood so just strut out like sup] Jimmy: [imagine being that confident as a 15 year old or ever] Janis: [honestly, your sister gonna be so fuming again] Jimmy: [gotta send him outside to calm down but if anyone asks he just really needs that post hook up 🚬] Janis: [you can go get a drink, bab, for likewise] Jimmy: [lowkey hope Harry is still around to 👀] Janis: [no doubt he is, don't 👀 too much of her tah] Jimmy: [just enough so you know you still ain't wanted boy] Janis: [maybe mean but is real tbh he should hook up with one of grace's friends maybe other skinny bitch 'cos he can't go back alone if Janis ain't, that kinda boy also] Jimmy: [absolutely and Grace could hook up with one of his friends just to make it really incestuous and legit like are you Rio and Buster no, don't need to be going round the houses like that] ] Janis: [he would've probably got with all her mates by the time they get together like oh really grace, this is the boy you 'love' alright] Jimmy: [Yeah unless any of them are really below his standards, kill me tbh] Janis: [lbr, some of them are just filler, like tonight, soz gurl] Janis: if you don't hurry up, think your girl about to get snatched Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Janis: stand corrected, he's gone for the prettier 💀 Jimmy: thank feck for that Jimmy: stopped breathing for a bit then Janis: says you Janis: my gaff is gonna be consolation HQ now 💔😥 Janis: and that'll be the 🚬 Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Jimmy: it'll be the 🧛💕 Janis: 🙄 Janis: don't talk such a big game, and I'll go easier on you Jimmy: keep it #goals or I'll dump you Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt baby Janis: oh will you Janis: didn't agree to that plan either, tah Jimmy: plans change, mate Jimmy: what else am I doing here, like Janis: 😑 did you listen to me at all, dickhead Janis: got to put it to the committee and then wait 3-5 working days before making any more changes Jimmy: Nah, I were too busy being 😍😍🤤🤤 Janis: Mhmm Janis: not your fault Janis: 🩸 supply only gonna go so far with me, mate Janis: can't expect you to be brains and beauty Jimmy: that your new twitter bio? Janis: try tinder Jimmy: 👍 Janis: a comeback and a tip Janis: use fake name and no headshots, obvs Jimmy: your head is bigger than your tits though, girl Jimmy: might wanna think again Janis: haaa Janis: 🖕 Janis: not everyone's type is your type, trust Jimmy: if I had a type you'd be the last to know Janis: you give yourself away all the time Janis: ain't hard Jimmy: can't be 💕 for anyone else when my 😍 have to be on you Janis: exactly Janis: all the shit you find so 🤢 about me just shows your hand in the opposite Janis: #duh Jimmy: #whenshebelievesowtyousay Jimmy: 💕 Janis: lie about the 😍 Janis: why lie about that? Jimmy: Why tell you the truth? Janis: 🙄 'cos if it's a lie, I know either way Jimmy: bollocks Janis: I ain't stupid Janis: or a lad Janis: know when someone fancies me Jimmy: I'm a stupid lad and me too Jimmy: so what? Janis: so I know you don't, god Jimmy: You don't know or need to know nowt about me Jimmy: been through that Janis: it ain't about you Janis: all about me, obviously Jimmy: Gracie will be thrilled that you wanna twin with her Janis: no doubt Jimmy: crack on Janis: 👌 that's the plan Janis: if you see people running past, this kid's parents are coming back Janis: it's carrying on at Liam R's, if you want to Jimmy: can't Janis: alright Jimmy: if you keep your real 💕 off socials, will be Janis: never said I was going there Janis: so if that's your reason for not, feel free to RSVP Jimmy: never asked if you were Jimmy: got somewhere else to be, tah Janis: makes two of us Janis: na night Jimmy: you not gonna do a proper goodbye? 💔 Jimmy: [so not for the fans and we all know it boy stop] Janis: who for, skeleton gang having their bones jumped literal Jimmy: 'cause they don't have their phones in one hand even with a 🍆 in the other or owt Jimmy: but alright Janis: 😷 Janis: good thing I'm an oscar-winning actress because that's really off-putting Jimmy: come here then Janis: front or back Jimmy: more people out front Janis: sensible Janis: not in such a rush we need to hop the back fence, only his ma and da, not garda Janis: see you there then, I guess Jimmy: 👌 Janis: actually, fuck it Janis: change of plan Janis: do you one better Jimmy: ? Janis: pretend i'm coming back to yours Janis: cover for whatever we're both actually up to, yeah Jimmy: Good thing I'm 🥇 enough to pretend mine is somewhere #goals Janis: someone with a lesser ego nicked your phone or what Janis: is as far as all the girls are concerned, champ, come on Jimmy: I get it, you don't want the competition but my phone ain't worth nicking either Jimmy: soz rich girl Janis: psh Janis: 🥇 Janis: just hoping someone more my type picked it up but sadly Jimmy: stop pissing about and prove it then Jimmy: paparazzi won't be hanging around all night Janis: you underestimate just how chatty those girls are Janis: but won't keep you waiting any longer than you can bear 💕 Janis: [post up] Jimmy: oi rude, I were talking about me in the 1st place Jimmy: number 1 fan, remember Jimmy: [take that last chance to be extra kids we all know you're frustrated af after earlier] Janis: [does camera flash thing with hands like now's your chance] Jimmy: [obvs does take pics of her because she's beautiful and who wouldn't] Janis: [just a casual set of her getting closer then taking his phone from him so they can make out] Jimmy: [#mood] Janis: [gonna break 'em up this time by the kid's parents showing to bollock 'em so they can lol at that before doing a legger] Jimmy: [good idea boo] Janis: [when you're now alone though like walking like well] Jimmy: [when you should just walk off immediately but don't and offer her a 🚬 instead] Janis: [nodding your thanks] Janis: break off before we get to yours but few people coming this way with so Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [when your phone is blowing up 'cos Harry is done with whatserface] Jimmy: [when you're less able to hide how 😒 you are because been drinking and also frustrated af by all the moments and ensuing cockblocking] Janis: [probably keeps trying to facetime her 'cos he's pissed so puts her hand out to stop him for a sec and pulls his top to take a pic of some of the lovebites] Janis: sorry Jimmy: [when you shrug but your face is saying chat to dickheads on your own time] Janis: [shrugs back like i'm getting rid needs must] Jimmy: [shrugs back like well that's what these are for and then takes her phone off her to take better pics cos that art hoe] Janis: [when you roll your eyes and are gonna start taking the piss but then you gotta 'not bad' face at him] Janis: if you wanna take a really artsy dick pic later, I'll be sure to forward it to him Jimmy: Alright Janis: not even gonna accuse me of wanting to 👀 myself? Janis: slacking Jimmy: goes without saying, babe Janis: with how many times I've allegedly seen it, maybe Jimmy: and with how bad you wanna Jimmy: just like all the rest, you Janis: fuck off Janis: say whatever else you like but fuck that Janis: ❄ cunt Janis: you said Jimmy: didn't you deny it? Jimmy: can't remember Janis: regardless Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: Want me to have a word to him? Janis: i can handle him Jimmy: not what I asked Janis: s'all good Janis: he's a twat, but a harmless one Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 'course if he goes public with his thirst then feel free but don't reckon he will Jimmy: if he does he'll have to compete with me and 💀👑 Jimmy: might scrap a 🥉 Janis: if those are my options the death pact starts and ends now Janis: ⚰ bye Jimmy: miss you already Janis: erm, miss Janis: death pact, mate Jimmy: 👻 me Jimmy: ain't fuck all you can do to me Janis: wanna bet Jimmy: wanna take the challenge? Janis: your funeral, baby Jimmy: yours Jimmy: you never had an invite to mine, girl Janis: don't reckon our fam will go for sharing a grave Janis: starcrossed like that Janis: a 🗡in my 💔 Janis: so cold Jimmy: my dad would, it'd be well cheaper Jimmy: til he met you anyway Jimmy: 👀 on your non white corpse Janis: he wants on top of me, it's fine Janis: be a squeeze and an awkward story for the archaeologists but we'll make it work Jimmy: 👍 Janis: as long as I ain't gotta mass grave with my family, give a fuck Janis: bad enough in life, not committing me to an eternity of it thanks Jimmy: Agree with you on that one if you don't get an even bigger head over it Janis: wrong twin Janis: the one who craves approval went thatta way Jimmy: Bollocks, you love a 🏆 Jimmy: call it a win Janis: a 🌹 by any other name, dickhead Janis: not from you Jimmy: 💔 Janis: [shows him a pic Mia has sent being 😏 with some lad in bed, like not showing anything but you get the mood] Janis: wrong number or? Jimmy: 🤢🤢💀💀 Jimmy: 💔 you ain't actually staying now #picforpic Janis: I know, right? Janis: hide the face/colour correct the bitch you are having over? Janis: she'll never know Jimmy: artsy black and white shot is always a #mood Janis: 'course Janis: [silence like you didn't bring it up lol] Jimmy: gonna have to take the risk that she reckons I'm also into bestiality unless you wanna 🐕sit Janis: not your wingman, tah Jimmy: I'll live Janis: dog might not, depends on the breed, sickfuck Jimmy: She's too young, gotta give it a bit Jimmy: keep you updated 💕 Janis: again, no tah Janis: already got enough lads giving me their play by play Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: [does a there, there kinda pat] Janis: [smacks him away] Janis: didn't say I didn't like it, just don't want it from you Jimmy: you ain't getting nowt from me Janis: good Janis: [looks around to make sure the crowd has all filtered out] Janis: ok, this is where I get off Jimmy: In a bit Janis: [👋] Jimmy: [watching her go as standard] Janis: [is going mcvickers 'cos we said it'd be nearish and fuck going home but can't be out at the park on the off-chance someone sees then the cover is blown] Jimmy: [we know he's just going home and why #whenyougottaparentyoursiblings] Janis: [if only they knew lmao] Jimmy: [oh kids]

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