#there’s another trigger song but it’s even more of a cliche and too embarrassing to reveal

[literaryuppsala]

I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland.

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, this one is ivy

Pairing: Ubbe x Fem!Reader

Summary: That’s my very own arranged marriage cliche I’ve written for my baby @goldaggers

Words: 2k(ish).

Warnings: The romance is all over the place, but there’s political issues and overall misogyny, like always. We’re living in a world where Magnus is the king of Mercia, married to Aethelflaed, yep i’m rewriting the stars history because It fits what my mithology, that’s a warning. 

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. Here, just remember that the reader, despite being forced to get married, acts like she accepted her fate at first and Ubbe won’t be forcing himself on her, but there’s a few moments where she will be forced to do things she’s not comfortable with, so If that’s a trigger, please don’t read this. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.

FIFTH CHAPTER below the cut, enjoy ♥

By the end of the day, you and Ubbe were leaving the settlement again, going back to the castle. Riding horses side by side, you talked about what you did while with Torvi and he carefully listened to every word you said. 

“Torvi is so kind to me, so patient… She taught me how to make a warm blanket for the winter.” You told him excitedly, you didn’t notice the big smile on your face while talking to him, glancing at his side profile once or twice, feeling your face warm and flush every now and then. “She even told me stories about your homeland, Prince Ubbe.” 

“The winter back in Kattegat is very harsh, we like to use furs over and under the blankets, on the floor and sometimes the walls too, everything to keep the house warm inside.” He answered quietly, almost a little nostalgic. 

“Do you miss It?” You asked shyly. “Being there, I mean.” 

“Yes, sometimes.” He paused for a moment, looking up at nowhere then staring back at you. “But I miss the sea more… I was made to sail, Princess, not to settle. I want to discover new worlds, I’m getting tired of this one…” 

Turning back at the road you gulped shyly, not knowing why you felt bad about the possibility of Ubbe leaving England, sailing away to new worlds and leaving you behind. You spent the rest of the way in silence, not daring to look at each other nor say anything, and you felt a strange emptiness within yourself. 

As you reached the castle, Ubbe helped you get down off your horse, his hands grabbed your waist firmly and you held on to his shoulders for support. Your feet touched the ground softly, but his hands stayed on your waist for a moment, the same went with your hands on his broad shoulders. He stared down at you and for the second time that day you found yourself memorizing the little trail of dots created by the freckles on his face. 

“You good, little one?” He whispered, thumbs caressing your waist over the fabric of your dress. Your face flushed with embarrassment, you quickly removed your hands from his body and nodded looking down at your own feet. 

Ubbe kissed your forehead and you walked the last few steps to the castle by his side. When you entered, the guards took a good look at your dirty clothes but before they could say anything, your husband wrapped his arm around your shoulders and smiled at them, gently pushing through the space around them and walking you inside. 

As you entered the dining room, the king and the queen were already at the table, both of them looked at you in shock, your father seemed disgusted by the way you presented yourself and told you with contempt:

“I thought you would have supper at the settlement.” 

“We did, father.” You spoke, Ubbe immediately pressed your upper arm in reassurance while you talked, making you feel safe. “But mother wanted to talk, that’s why I came back earlier. We… Came back earlier.” 

“Do you think it’s good manners to appear in this condition in our dining room? What If we had guests?” Your mother demanded firmly. “What happened to you? Were you rolling in the mud?”

“The princess was helping us at the settlement.” Ubbe answered for you, his hand dropped down your back affectionately. “I’m afraid she is very hands on.”

“What did you want to talk about, mother?” You asked carefully. 

“Nothing, just go wash yourself, we’ll talk in the morning.” 

You looked at Ubbe giving him a nod before walking to your room, he followed you and so did your maids. You looked at him and he frowned. 

“I’m going to wash myself.” You said softly. 

“I know.” 

He kissed your cheek and crossed you while walking towards the bedroom. You swallowed hard and looked at your maids, they just shrugged and waited for instructions. You told them to bring the tub anyway, asked for warm water and followed your husband into your room. As you entered, he was already half naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, he smiled when he saw you. 

“I talked to Bjorn, he said you can bring the priest to the settlement.” He told you while undressing. 

“That’s… That’s great.” You sat at your dressing table. 

A few minutes later your bath was prepared and your maids approached you to help you undress, you looked over your shoulders, to your husband, who had a smirk on his face while laying down on the pillows, arms under his head. You felt embarrassed, but then again, he was your husband and, naturally, he already saw you naked. At least that’s what you said. 

So you let your maids undress you until there was just a soft, cotton undergarment. They helped you in and you sat into the water. With a wet cloth, they started helping you wash. You could feel Ubbe’s gaze burning holes on your skin, the white undergarment slowly becoming see through and exposing your skin to him. That was probably the first time he was seeing you naked and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling self conscious, imagining If he found you attractive or not. 

You breathed heavily, they finished helping you wash and brought you another undergarment, completely taking yours off before dressing you back. Quickly, you were in bed with him, laying down by his side feeling your heart racing in your chest and trying not to think about the fact he just saw your body. 

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed, his eyes were closed and he seemed like he was falling asleep, your cheeks flushed.  

“Thank you, my lord.” 

Next morning and every other morning for a few months you woke up by his side, he would leave the bedroom after giving you a warm kiss on your forehead and you would prepare for the day, which you’d spend at the settlement learning everything you could about him, would watch while he trained with his brothers and ogle his body without noticing; would listen to Torvi’s stories and laugh at Ivar fighting with Sigurd. You didn’t feel threatened there, they truly felt like family for you.

Every night you would come back to your castle and every time your father would ask for Ubbe’s presence and when he left you by yourself, you would feel an outsider at your own house, misplaced, like you didn’t belong there. After that talking to your mother there wasn’t any other, she returned to her old self only caring about your brothers sharing knowing looks with you once you crossed each other’s path inside the castle, one that sent shivers down your spine like she knew you were different. 

You would enter your room and start to get ready for bed before your maids came and once they arrived, they would look at each other with confused expressions, you would smile and politely tell them to go and rest for the next day and anxiously wait for your husband to return and lay down beside you after telling you everything your father told him, not missing any detail on plans for the future, battle strategies and maybe more vikings coming from Norway to occupy another settlements all around England. 

“It seems like you have everything planned.” You told him once.

“Not everything, little one. Not everything.” 

You tried so hard not to be charmed by him, you really did, stick to your duty, but your father’s voice slowly faded into the back of your mind. Ubbe asked you about your dreams, about the things you were interested in and his eyes sparkled a bright blue tone at you every time you talked. He had a soft spot for you, always smiling, the smallest touches would send shivers down your spine, goosebumps all over your body. 

After so much time since the wedding you imagined he would have tried something, anything, but he never did. You caught yourself desiring him, imagining what It would be like to have him and since that realization, you became more and more shy around him, scared to say the wrong thing, scared of the things he might be thinking about you. Ubbe burned down every protective wall you built around your heart and easily entered.

One night, both of you went to the beach so he could show you where they first arrived. After telling you the story he looked over the horizon and sighed. 

“You’re sad.” You whispered, looking at his side profile. He smiled and looked down before looking at you. “You keep looking towards the sea with these hopeful eyes, are you anxious to leave me, prince Ubbe?” 

“Anxious to leave, yes. But not you.” He answered. 

Oh, the way his gaze made you feel safe and nervous at the same time, you would always look away feeling overwhelmed, but not that time. That time you kept staring back at him until his hands met the sides of your face and he pulled you in for another forehead kiss, one that lasted longer, that made you close your eyes and sigh in happiness. He pulled away and looked at you again.

“I feel like every time that I look at the ocean, I’ll remember you.” You held his wrists. 

“And why is that?”

“It’s the same color as your eyes.” 

It took him a few seconds but he finally kissed you. His lips were soft, smooth, nipped yours until he sucked your upper lip into his mouth, teasing It with the tip of his tongue before releasing It. The second his tongue entered your mouth, the butterflies on your stomach went wild. Your hands fell to his waist and you pushed your body flush against his and he grunted into your mouth, his fingers dug into your hair and you shivered, clawing at his tunic like your life depended on it. 

“That was my first kiss.” You breathed out, after he released your lips and before you had the chance to stop yourself. 

“I’m glad It was with me.” He smiled brightly and kissed you again. 

That night when you came back, your father told Ubbe he was heading to Wessex in two days, that he and his brothers should prepare to leave with him. You felt your heart dropping to your stomach when your husband just nodded. 

“What are you doing in Wessex?” You asked the king and he looked at you with a frown. 

“It’s not of your concern.” 

“You’re taking my husband with you, of course it’s of my concern.”

“Pray for his safe return and stop tormenting me with stupid questions.”

“It’s alright little one.” He assured you, taking your hand to his lips and kissing you tenderly. 

You imagined you’d feel a little uneasy about Ubbe leaving for a fight somewhere else, but didn’t think you’d feel so scared for his life. He entered your room and you followed, your maids stopping in their tracks when you told them with a nod to leave. You closed the door behind you and walked over your dressing table. 

“I don’t like this.” You whispered. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen there, It might be dangerous for you!” You babbled nervously when he stood behind you, softly hugging you from behind, chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist. 

“You’re worried about me, wife?” He asked, his breath softly touching your cheeks when he spoke. 

“Of course I am worried! You might die!” You hissed. 

“You scared…” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

“I am.” You mumbled, squeaking a little when he turned you on his arms, making you face him. “I don’t want you to die.” 

“I won’t. I promise you.” He told you before his lips touched yours again, hands sneaking to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his. 

You hugged his neck, fingers curling around his neck. His kiss was intoxicating, snapping every rational thought from your brains until the feeling of him was the only thing on your mind, he mumbled sweet nothings into your mouth while kissing you, whispering how beautiful you were, how happy you made him for accepting his touch. His lips slipped from yours down your jaw to your neck, the wet trail of saliva left your skin cold, It gave you goosebumps, when his lips touched your chest, the top of breasts outside your cleavage, you pressed your hands against his skin, your body went rigid and you gasped. Feeling the slight change, Ubbe withdrew a little, his hands now on your shoulders as he looked down at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologized shyly, eyes glossy as you looked into his own. 

“Don’t be. I will never do anything you don’t want me to, I would never harm you.” He cooed softly, big hands meeting the side of your face, you leaned against It and nodded, sighing happily. “Let’s go to bed, little one.” 

That night you slept on his chest, hearing the calm beating of his heart, the feeling of his naked torso against your cheek, the smell of his skin. He naturally smelled like the ocean, like a soft beach breeze touching your face, It quickly nudged you into sleep. 

Two days later, you were watching as they prepared to leave, your heart beating heavily on your chest. When he finally looked your way, you smiled sadly, walking towards him, straight into his arms. 

“Take care, my prince.” You whispered as he cradled you with his arms. 

“I will.” He answered before pulling your face up and kissing your forehead. 

Your father just stocked the carriage with everything he was going to need for the trip, saddled up the best horses for himself and his personal guards and was waiting mounted on his horse, not giving you a second look. Your mother wasn’t anywhere near and you imagined If they still felt anything for each other. 

When Ubbe mounted his horse, you gave two steps back, waving his brothers goodbye. A strange feeling of emptiness crept in, making you create all the nastiest outcomes for that whole trip, but as you watched your husband leave, you knew you couldn’t say anything else. So you just watched as he, his brothers and your father vanished from your view. 

King Aelle’s entourage consisted primarily of his personal guard, four of his most trusted soldiers, two that rode right behind him and other two that rode in front of him, two chariots with a reasonable supply of gold, protected by four more soldiers and the charioteer, and, in the back, the Ragnarssons. 

“I don’t know, something is not right.” Bjorn was the one to talk first, whispering to Ubbe who was beside him. 

“You didn’t expect us to be by his side, did you?” Ivar stepped in. “He wouldn’t trust us next to his gold. And he’s right, because I’d steal all of this in a blink of an eye.” 

“He’d trusted his daughter with us.” Bjorn insisted, grunting lowly and looking over his shoulders to his younger brother. 

“He’s not very fond of her either.” He shrugged. 

“He has no honor.” Ubbe growled. “What kind of father sells his only daughter to a man he doesn’t trust?” 

“A christian father, apparently.” Sigurd answered in disgust.  

The path wasn’t long, but they needed to pass through Mercia to get to Wessex. Bjorn had all the memories from when Ragnar helped queen Kwenthrith in the past, the kingdom was now ruled by her son, Magnus, who still believed was a son of Ragnar himself and, as far as he knew, wasn’t very fond of Ecbert, nor Aelle. 

As soon as they reached the gates of Mercia, the soldiers in front of the entourage walked closer and announced the king. It took them a minute to come back and, right after that, the gates were opened, showing off the city inside those walls. Everyone entered and the gates were closed, they dismounted and waited in silence, under the scrutiny of Mercia’s people. 

“Brothers!” Magnus’ voice reverberated from somewhere, his tiny figure coming from inside the castle, accompanied by his guards and a pregnant woman, probably the queen. 

“Prince Magnus.” King Aelle whispered in response, making a little bow to the man who passed right through him and walked towards the Ragnarssons. 

“Gods, It’s so good to see you all.” He greeted Bjorn excitedly, while pulling him in for a hug. Did the same with the others, except with Ivar who leaned back and rejected the contact. Magnus smiled embarrassed before pushing the woman by his side, a beautiful petite brunette with big, curious green eyes. “This is my wife, Aethelfled.” He introduced, hand protectively over her bump. “My queen, these are my brothers, sons of Ragnar.” 

“It’s an honor to finally meet you all in person.” She greeted them shyly. “Queen Kwenthrith told me everything about your father and how you helped our kingdom in the past.” 

“It’s a great honor for us too.” Bjorn answered carefully.

“Excuse me.” King Aelle made himself visible again, catching everyone’s attention. “Your highness.” He bowed again, this time to the queen, who smiled in response.” 

“King Aelle.” Magnus said begrudgingly. “It’s great to see you all here. But to which do I owe the honor of your visit?” He asked, a little suspicious. 

“I wondered If we could maybe enjoy your hospitality a little while we talk.” King Aelle asked under his breath. 

“Of course, come. Aethelfled will have your soldiers fed and warmed.” Magnus said simply, before looking at his wife with a proud smile. “Have our servants prepare a feast for us, sweetheart. Please.” 

Aethelfled kissed his cheek and made a movement with her hand, showing a path behind her back that all the soldiers followed without questioning, taking the chariots with them. King Aelle and the Ragnarssons followed Magnus and his guards to the castle.

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Happy 28th! A new month - so new fics for you to find and enjoy! I can’t say it enough: all the authors in this fandom are truly amazing! Thank you so much for continuously sharing your hard work with us ♥ Here are the 14 fics I read and enjoyed this month:

A Hungry Heart | jacaranda_bloom | Great British Bake Off AU - famous/not famous - cliches - pining - angst - smut - 27k Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos. Or the one where the Bake Off tent has never been so hot, and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the ovens.

Teenage Rebellion Never Worked Out So Well | panda_bear21 | arranged marriage - friends to lovers - 55k “I’m an adult!” He glanced down at Harry, who seemed anything but at the moment, where he was definitely on the brink of a temper tantrum. “We’re both adults!” Jay glanced to Anne again, before breathing out a heavy sigh. “Yes, but you’re both adults that do not have jobs and who live off of our money… Which means, you have to do what we say… or you’ll have to find a new place to live.” “You wouldn’t do that.” Louis dared, hoping his glare was enough to guilt trip his mother into calling the whole thing off. Or to tell them that it had all just been a huge joke and they weren’t actually being forced into marrying a complete stranger. “Oh, but we would.” Or the super cliché arranged marriage fic where things escalate way too quickly.

Heartbreak Hotel | noellehenry | time travel - 1950s - historical - pining - 29k British popstar Harry Styles is thrown back in time after an unfortunate accident on stage. He wakes up in a small town in the US in the 1950's, where life is slightly different from 2015. With help from Niall and Liam he tries to adjust to his new life; without mobile phones and a world wide web to keep up with the world and where showing interest in nice cute boys with bright blue eyes is a no-no. Time travel and 1950's AU where Liam is an English teacher, Niall owns the Best Song Ever record shop, James runs Corden's Diner, Elvis fan Louis is the cute boy with the blue eyes and Harry..... just tries to survive really.

Playdate | Larry_you_know | getting together - misunderstandings - kid fic - fluff - 7k When Harry’s sister asked him to pick up her son at a kids' birthday party he sure didn’t expect to be stunned by the blue-eyed brother of the birthday twins. Using his nephew to see Louis again, he falls hard and fast. But how does one turn a playdate into a real date?

tread lightly on my ground | fairytalelights | a/b/o - mpreg - touch-starved - miscommunication - friends to lovers - touch deprivation - smut - 21k No, that's the tragic part of this, the part that makes Harry feel like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. The father of his baby is exactly right, exactly who he always imagined himself having kids with. He just imagined them married, bonded. Happy. He didn't imagine them barely talking, tip-toeing around each other because neither of them is brave enough to talk about what happened between them. He didn't imagine the father of his child not loving him back. or, the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

Not Ready for This | berzerkshires | kid fic - single parents - smut - 18k Prompt for HLSummerFest2021: Louis and Harry are both single fathers and their children decide to go out on a date. The dads insist on meeting one another before they agree to let their child go out on this date.

Secret's Safe With Me | alltheselights | boss/employee relationship - secret relationship - toxic relationship (not h/l) - slow burn - smut - 59k But here’s the thing about secrets that people tend to forget—they’re deeply personal things. Tiny pieces of information about someone that they keep locked inside and only let out at certain moments, or to certain people, or not at all. Secrets have value, you see, even if only to the person holding them inside. If those secrets were to be told, if those tiny jagged pieces of someone, the parts they hold most dear, the parts they hide out of shame or fear or regret—if those pieces were exposed to someone, it would have the potential to change everything. When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

Marks On My Baby | thinlines | a/b/o - college/university - friends to lovers - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - smut - 32k “What’s that?” Harry hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so sharp and even he winced at his own outburst. It was more of a hiss than an actual question, but for now, he was too surprised to care. “What’s what?” The omega asked, eyebrows raised and lips pinched. Harry knew he was probably mad at him for interrupting his rant, but the alpha was too on edge to bother pleasing the boy. “On your neck… Your bondmark spot…” His voice had grown low and deep, almost a growl. Who knew a single love bite on his omega friend's neck would trigger Harry this much? Certainly not the alpha himself.

Rogue | Laventriloque | a/b/o - werewolves - minor character death - hurt/comfort - past abuse - past rape/non-con - soulmates - smut - 95k “No, Liam! How many times do I have to… before you finally… NO WAY … a rogue in our pack?… cannot trust him … don’t care to know him … have enough members to worry about.” He hears more indistinct shouts before he hears pretty clearly: “His own pack didn’t want him!” Sitting here, his precious bag between his feet and everyone in the room looking at him, some with pity, some with disdain, some with curiosity, Louis feels like someone squeezed his heart in their hands and isn’t letting it go. He wills his head to stay up high and his posture to stay confident. He will not flee the room. He will not let that stupid lump in his throat get the better of him. He will stay here until Liam returns. He will take the rejection in stride and move on. Like he’s been doing all his life." -- Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindest one he's ever met.

indian summer | docklands | strangers to lovers - hurt/comfort - banter - smut - 30k Harry runs a smoothie shop, which also happens to be an ever-moving caravan. He spends one week in each location and drives straight to the next, always eager for adventure. It isn't until his van breaks down and he needs to call for a mechanic that he starts to ponder his life choices. Louis, the said mechanic, is an anchor in Harry's wild sea, but his hard metal might be too much for Harry's unpredictable antics.

A Silver Lining In A Storm (You Were Lightning, I Was Born) | FallingLikeThis | arranged marriage - royalty - a/b/o - mpreg - minor character death - murder - non-graphic violence - angst - hurt/comfort - 7k Omega Prince Harry had always known that he was going to have an arranged marriage. But after the death of his first fiancé, a man who turned out far worse than Harry thought possible, his subsequent marriage to the man's brother leaves Harry finding it difficult to trust that everything will work out. Especially considering the only responsibility he’s aware of is to give his husband, the future king, an heir.

A Twist of Fate | myfearlesslou | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - soulmates - angst - 35k Since the moment Harry presented as an omega, all he's ever wanted was to have a baby. Fate had another idea in mind for him. Giving up on trying to conceive, he decides to adopt a new born baby boy. After months of loving and caring for the boy, a strange man comes into his life, taking him by surprise. Not wanting to lose the child he's loved from the moment he laid eyes on him, Harry does whatever he can to keep the boy safe and in his arms. Even if that means following the handsome stranger to a part of the woods he's never seen before.

Trust Me Tonight | 28sunflowers | historical - royalty - regency - arranged marriage - first time - mpreg - pwp - 10k After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week. Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband. There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

i got a heart (but i don't got a soul) | tempolarriefics | mythical beings Á creatures - enemies to lovers - childhood friends - famous/not famous - soulmates - angel/demon relationship - demon/human relationship - 19k “We’re soulmates.” Louis’ eyes flick from the tattoo back to Harry’s face, where his eyes are shining with excitement. Louis wonders if he is supposed to feel excited, too. He’s supposed to feel something, surely, besides his usual bitterness for Harry. He thinks back to how Lottie had described meeting Sam, how she had known in her heart that he was meant for her even before he said his phrase. He can’t help but wonder if he would be feeling differently if he hadn’t gone and sold his soul. Or, the one where louis sells his soul before meeting his soulmate, harry is a popstar with a heart of gold, niall is inadvertently responsible for harry's boners, liam is a meddling angel, and zayn is a demon who made a mistake

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #my reads #monthly fic rec #monthly reads #larry fics #completed fics

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💎💍TO CATCH A THIEF💍💎

Prompt: Inspired by the song: To Catch A Thief by Lovage

Word Count: Really Long, girl 😩

Pairings: 1930’s Mob! Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, smut (implied), murder, manipulation.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: As cliche as it sounds, I’m a truly lover of music and love different genres. I love to be able to show different types of bands/ projects/ music that sometimes people might not even know exists. So this little fic is inspired by one of my favorite music projects EVER: LOVAGE (it has Mike Patton on it, so of course I would love it! The man has been my musician crush since I was 9 years old! And he’s amazing, so). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Of course I’ve heard of them and of course they’ve caught my interest! The Reigns’s and Uso’s were one of the biggest gangsters families among the USA, who were responsible for the biggest robberies across the country.

The current rumors spreading around the neighborhood swore they were here, hiding from the authorities, in our small little town.

And I would give anything to meet one of them. As the daughter of a prostitute, my only fate was to follow my mother’s footsteps but I am more ambitious than that! The only way to prosper in life is to be completely feared. Be feared not respected as Machiavelli himself taught. And I know, for a fact that, that is completely true! Growing up in the red light neighborhood had proved to be quite the life lesson, actually. ‘Don’t trust the police’, ‘Make alliances with criminals’, ‘Trust no one’, ‘Don’t snitch’, ‘You never hear or see anything’, ‘Mind your own business’, ‘Don’t allow people to mind YOUR business’, ‘Show no emotions’, ‘Always be smarter than your enemies’, were a few of those rules. People think that, for a woman to be perfectly successful in the 1930’s she needs to be a trophy wife, nothing more than a beautiful face with zero brains and a pair of open legs to a rich husband. But they are wrong! You see, any woman can use her beauty and charm to manipulate and conquer whatever she wants, but she can only maintain that manipulation power if she’s smart enough. I’ve had the town mayor, Mr. Heyman, gift me a beautiful diamond crown (that originally was meant to be his wife’s birthday present) just with some charm and sweet nothings whispered to him. I didn’t needed to warm his bed for it, I just had to be smart enough to understand his weaknesses and say the right words! I know what I want, so I get it, and believe me when I say: I will have Roman Reigns all to myself.

Things were disappearing in my neighborhood

Once again somebody was up to no good

I saw that you were wanted, but not like I wanted you

And that's when I knew I had to be with you

And that's when I knew if I didn't, I'd be through

To end my grief I'd have to catch a thief

Your love was my relief my love is your release.

Ah! Mayor Heyman’s high society ‘charity gala balls’ (aka meet your husband’s new mistress), were the most futile yet amusing events of this town. I wasn’t a high society woman, economically speaking but again I’m good at saying the right things to the right people. So it’s no surprise to see my name in the mayor’s guest list.

I entry the big doors of the city hall wearing my most recently acquisition: an emerald green velvet dress (gifted by the Senator John), my high heels (Another gift from Mr. Smith, the banker) and my hand purse (from the all so lovely Mayor Heyman)...Speak of the Devil.

“Y/N” He greeted

“Oh, Mayor Heyman. What an honor” I smiled sweetly

“Believe me, it’s my honor, dear” He kisses my hand in an flirtatious way. And it’s a good thing I’m great at keeping my gag reflex in control.

“Oh please, I’m the one who has to thank you for always reminding little old me for your tremendously chic events. I can’t express my gratitude enough for you always having so much compassion in your heart!” I scoot closer to him, slightly fixing his tie “It is such a shame that you’re a married man, mayor Heyman, I would have loved to be your wife” I whispered softly

He gulped “I can change that” He smirked

“Oh please, mayor!” I stepped back with a offended look on my face “As a Christian woman, I cannot support divorce! That is some type of thinking that will lead us directly back to sodom and gomorrah! I can’t believe you just said that to me” I make the sign of the cross

“I am so sorry, Y/N it was not my intention-“

“I am not a prostitute or a home wrecker, mayor Heyman! I am a woman devoted to the Lord and I will not accept or tolerate that type of language or insinuations towards me!”

“I am deeply sorry Y/N, I truly am! Let me make it up to you. Here” He fastly signed a blank check “Please take this”

“I can’t” I whisper, pretending embarrassment

“Please, Y/N! It’s the least I can do. You can use it for whatever you want, no matter the price. I could never offend you! You’re such an amazing woman. Please accept it!” His pleading eyes let me know I had him hooked.

I ‘reluctantly’ accepted “Well, thank you, so much” I murmur with tears upon my eyes

“No, I’m the one who has to thank you, for dismissing my ogre behavior” He smiled “I’ll leave you now, so you can fix your makeup”

“Thank you, mayor Heyman”

Once he’s out of my sight, I can drop the naïve girl routine.

“Impressive” A deep male voice spoke from behind me

When I turn around, my knees almost failed me... it was him.

“I beg your pardon?” I ask

“The little stunt you just did with the mayor, was truly impressive. I swear that if I didn’t saw you get out of your naïve christian woman character I would have one hundred percent believed too” He smirked

“Mr. Reigns. That’s a compliment coming from you”

“You know who I am”

I shrugged “I’ve heard a few things here and there”

He gets closer to me, until our faces almost touched

“Yeah? Tell me, Y/N. That’s your name right?” He asked and I nodded

“What have you heard, Y/N?”

“How your the head of the table on your family’s business” I mumbled

“How does a woman like you, know about my family’s business, Y/N?” He walks forward, making me step back until I my back reached a closed door.

“I was raised on the streets”

Roman’s eyebrows raise in surprise “Really? You don’t seem like the streets type” He said, caressing my cheek.

“I had to learn how to be more polished if I didn’t wanted to become a hooker”

“I see” He buried his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply my perfume as his hands rested on my waist “And I imagine your perfume is also a result from a similar scene with the mayor” Roman whispered in my ear

“The senator not the mayor” I cackled

He amusingly laughs on my ear “You have friends in high places, huh?” His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the dress

“People use what they have, Mr. Reigns” I look into his eyes “You use you intimidating strength” I squeeze his biceps “And I use my womanly charm” I batted my lashes “They’re both means to an end”

Come into my window

It's open every night

That's where I'll be waiting

I'll keep off all the lights

I'm lying on my bed

Crown jewels on my head

The loud knocks on my front door made me quickly get up. Going down the stairs I can see a tall manly figure waiting for me to come and answer. I grab my Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless gun from the little drawer on my cupboard.

Placing my finger on the trigger I opened the door.

“Yes?” I ask harmlessly

“Mrs. Y/N?” The tall Samoan man asked

I nodded once

“My name is Jey and I’m here in behalf of Mr. Reigns”

I nodded again

“Why don’t you come and take a ride with me?” Jey coldly smiled

I'd never give you up

So come in from the cold, let your guard down

I'd hide you from the cops

Don't be frightened now my love

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

The hotel room is big, fancy and very expensive by the looks of it. If I had to take a lucky guess, I would say that he’s not paying for anything in here, it is all a curtesy from the mayor.

“I’m glad you came” Roman smiles

“Did I had a choice?” I tilted my head

“No, you didn’t” He chuckled “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“Are you going to drug me if I say yes?” I joke

“Depends on your answer to my proposal” He smirked

“Proposal?”

“Yes” Roman got up from his chair coming to stand in front of me

“You see, Y/N. You’re a very, very interesting woman. Ambitious, smart, charming, intelligent and gorgeous. You’re not easily scared, in fact, it looks like you enjoy danger” He pulled me closer to him, until our bodies were pressed together “I could use a woman like you in my business. At the gala ball you told me about your goals in life and I could see with my own eyes you successfully work your magic on every men in that room. So, what I propose to you is: come with me, I’m leaving town tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me, be a part of my team, use your looks and your brain to our favor.”

“And what’s in it for me?” I asked

“Money, power, jewels...Anything you want” He sincerely said

“What if I would like to add you to that package?” I whispered

Come in off that roof top

You're so handsome dressed in black

See you in the shadows

I'd like to see you on your back

Take this precious treasure

And I will treasure you

Roman smirked “So be it! If you want me too, then you can have me”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a famished kiss. Pushing me down on the bed, his broad body hovering over mine, grinding, kissing, biting, panting, pounding and moaning until the first rays of sunshine from the next day peaked through the curtains...

6 MONTHS LATER

“What do you say about we take a drink, Mrs. Reigns?” Tony, my husband’s arch enemy and Capo of the Italian Mob asked

“I would love to” I smile sweetly as I hook my arm in his. Going to the back alley.

“I figured it was already time for you to leave that husband of yours for a real man, you know? And I knew you would come to me, sugar” Tony winked

“You’re right, Tony. I do need a real man” I smirked to the shadows when the gun fired.

Tony’s body fell down by my side on the dirty alley street

“But you didn’t thought you were that man, right?” I cackled

Roman’s arm circle around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Hello Tony” He smiled “Did you really thought you could have her?” Roman chuckled “C’mon, we both know she’s too much of a woman for you! You can’t handle it! I bet you’re regretting to have thought with your dick now, don’t you?”

“She will leave you eventually Reigns. Just wait for it!” Tony spat

I pressed my high heel on his chest wound, pressing it down and making Tony scream in agony

“You watch your mouth, you fucking fat pig! You know nothing, you ARE NOTHING! I would never leave Roman for you” I laugh “I will never leave him for anyone” I smile at him, aiming to his head and pressing the trigger right afterwards.

We'll run away my dear

Some place special have no fear

We'll even change our names

We'll be kinky, we'll be strange

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

All to catch a thief

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

All to catch a thief

“You are perfect” Roman whispered, kissing me vigorously in front of Tony’s dead body. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here” He opened the passenger door of his Rolls Royce and I enter it.

Once we’re driving through the highway he says

“I can’t wait for us to get to the hotel” Roman kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers “I’m going to fuck you senseless” He growls

And I can’t help the happiness smile that spreads on my lips..

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes #Spotify

[tolkien-fics]

Hi I’d like to request a Fingolfin x reader please! can it be based on the song “I won’t say (i’m in love)” by Susan Egan the one from Hercules movie, sorry if it’s a bit vague but I thought it’d be cute Thank you :D

Word Count: 735

Pairings: Fingolfin x Reader

Trigger Warnings: N/A

Plot: Reader is so sure of their feelings for Fingolfin but they don’t want to admit it.

“How is going with Prince Fingolfin?” One of your friend’s asked as you passed the gardens. You always loved it there, seeing the blossoming flowers, the crimson red roses. They never seemed to die and was always pruned.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I am not sure. I have not seen him.”

Being from a noble elvish family, you had grown up with the children of Finwë. Your parents were on good terms with the king and queen, and would love nothing more for you to be wed to one of his sons.

It turned out that you caught Fingolfin’s eye. Five times he asked to court you, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

“He has asked to court me a few times this week.” You spoke. “But..”

“Why are you in denial?” One of your friends asked, head cocked to the side. “Don’t you return his feelings?”

Your lips pressed into a line, which made them chuckle.

“You need to hear this.” Altogether the elves stood in front of you, not seeming to care who was around to hear.

“If there's a prize for rotten judgement,

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that”

They sang at once in harmony. You facepalmed, shaking your head. You felt embarrassed.

“Oh no, please stop.” You stated, voice slightly muffled over your hand. But your friends only continued.

“Who d'you think you're kidding

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden,

Honey we can see right through you.”

You remembered the very day you met the prince. Your parents were in a meeting with Finwë and Indis, leaving you to your own devices. Stood on the balcony, you looked down at the palace grounds.

Fingolfin came to stand beside you, not acknowledging you at first. You instantly knew who he was, but thought it better not to say anything.

“Beautiful, is it not? The view.” He started, giving you a friendly smile.

“Very.” You agreed with a nod.

“Forgive me, I am Prince Fingolfin.” He introduced. “What is your name, lovely lady?”

A blush appeared on your cheeks. “Y/n L/n, your highness.”

Fingolfin chuckled. “You are the child of Lady Iovisa and Lord Finian, correct?”

You nodded, “That is right. They are in a meeting with the king.”

He hummed, “Why don’t we entertain ourselves for the time being? The garden is lovely.”

Your thoughts came back to the present moment. That was the first time you met Fingolfin and you still remembered it like yesterday, even though it had been half a year.

“Girl you can't conceal it

We know how you're feeling

Who you thinking of.”

You shook your head of the thoughts. “I am not! I am merely both in awe of your singing and embarrassed.”

One of your friends grinned and came to your side. “Go on, admit you have feelings for the prince!”

“No chance no way I won't say it, no no.” You sang, shaking your head and trying desperately to avoid their gazes.

“He is determined to court you, is he not?” Your friend continued.

“He is.” You replied. “But I do not share his sentiment!”

“You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh!” Another elleth voiced.

“It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson.” The words tumbled out of your mouth uncontrollably. You remembered a break up with an Ellon, a year after coming of age. It was heartbreaking, you didn’t fully understand how you didn’t fade.

“You keep on denying

Who you are and how you're feeling

Y/n we're not buying!”

“There’s nothing to explain! Get off my case!” You made a move to walk away, huffing in annoyance. Your face looked like a beetroot at this point, gaining a few glances.

“Say you’re in love!”

You groaned. “I won’t say I’m in love!”

If you’re feelings wasn’t obvious before they were surely coming to the surface now. You walked away from your friends, finding a quiet place by a pond. You sat down, running your fingertips through the crisp water.

“But how I love you.” You whispered, picturing his reflection staring back at you. “I won’t say I’m in love to you, but my heart calls for you. Maybe I can keep this to myself for now.”

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr elves #lotr x reader #fingolfin x reader #lotr fingolfin #the silmarillion x reader #the silmarillion

[i-will-be-forever-yours]

Cuts Run Deep

A/N: This one is pretty close to my heart. I have struggled with cutting and anxiety and depression for a while now. Some days it get’s to be too much, and that’s okay. However, I want to tell any of you who are struggling with depression or anxiety, you are not alone. Don't discredit yourself, for you are SO special. If you ever need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate. I won’t judge you at all bc the truth is that this needs to be talked about more. We, as a society, need to normalize the need for help in the battle of mental illnesses. I’m here for you, as a person who has struggled themselves. It may seem like you are drowning, but there is a way out of this. I love you all. Thanks for reading.

Warnings: Couple curse words, talk of cutting and self harm and suicide. PLEASE don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. (TRIGGER WARNING)

Summary: Shawn and Y/n are so in love, but words can hurt and cuts run deep. Can Shawn bring her back and show how much he loves her???

Word Count: 2.5k

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posted 4-4-20

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Shawn was in the studio this morning so Y/n thought she’d clean the house a bit. She had just gotten back from an overseas trip and was at home resting from all the lights and cameras. She was used to the photos being taken of her and the articles being written about her since she already had a name for herself in Hollywood, being an up and coming actress. That’s not to say that some of the articles about her didn’t sting, but she never thought she’d be so spitefully talked about when she started dating Shawn. The media truly had a field day at her expense, but she never told Shawn how she truly felt, wanting to spare his feelings because she knew how hurt he’d be if he found out what people were saying about her. Of course, he knew about the articles and tabloids, but he didn’t know of the snide comments she got from her coworkers or fans as she walked down the street. He didn’t understand how hurt she was, and she wanted to keep it that way. She couldn’t bear to unload her baggage on him, when he had so much he dealt with on a daily basis.

They met just under two years ago. It was pretty cliche, but to them it was truly was love at first sight. Rain was pouring down on the streets outside as Y/n ran to a small coffee shop to try and avoid the brewing storm. However, just as she was reaching for the door handle, she made contact with another hand. Pulling her hand back in surprise she looked up at this man. He had the warmest smile and the most beautiful eyes.

“I- uh,” she coughed, trying to clear her throat before continuing, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

Eyes shining bright, he said,chucking, “Well that makes two of us.” Holding the door open for her he followed her in. Once inside the safety of the cafe he introduced himself saying, “Hi, I’m Shawn,” while stretching out his hand to shake.

Looking at his outstretched hand and then back into his brown eyes she replied, “I know who you are. I’m a big fan of your music.” Slightly embarrassed, she took his hand and gave it a light shake before continuing. “My name is Y/n. Uh- Y/n Y/L/n.”

“No way! As in Y/n L/n the actress? I’ve seen a couple of your movies. You are so talented, especially in that murder thriller,” he gushed with flushed cheeks and a big smile adorning his face.

After ordering they sat down together and talked for over an hour, but it felt like a couple of seconds. Time flew by and next thing they knew they were exchanging numbers with the promise to meet up again. Now, almost two years later, they are living together and Shawn plans on proposing to her on their second anniversary. He has it all thought out, they are going to a romantic picnic and then going back to the coffee shop where they met. It will be there where he’ll drop to one knee and ask the question that’s been plaguing his thoughts for the past weeks.

However he is currently at the studio, as he’s been extremely busy finishing writing a song for her. It’s taken a toll on his stress, but he knows it’ll be worth it. He is really proud of the turnout and is ready to call it a day, after he finishes the last couple chords, to finally go cuddle with Y/n back home.

- At their shared home -

Y/n was content with the amount of cleaning she had done and decided to kick back and relax. She threw on one of Shawn’s shirts and sat in front of their large flatscreen in the living room. Lost in her thoughts after catching sight of the photo next to the tv. It was a picture of the two of them, looking at each other. They were completely smitten, and everyone knew it. Sure they had their disagreements, but so does every couple. Their love for each other was strong enough to know that they would always be there for each other. Even after the worst fights, in the end, they knew they’d be alright.

She was brought back when her twitter app notified her name being tagged in a tweet that was getting a lot of feedback. Opening up her phone she saw a hashtag trending that stated “#Mendes dump L/n”. She usually ignores things like this that pops up on her feed, but something prompts her to open it, and she later wishes she hadn’t.

It was just another thing that belittled Y/n and made her feel more insecure. It’s not the actual tweet which bothered her, but it was the comments from all the fans. So many people were jumping in and saying how ugly she was, or how she doesn’t deserve Shawn. She always grew up feeling like that. Never knowing if people were using her or whether people truly liked her or not. Since a very young age, she struggled with anxiety and inner demons. Her parents thought she made it up and constantly ignored her begging for medication to help her not feel like that anymore. She wanted something to calm her racing heart and needed relief from the anxiety that coursed through her veins, but no one heard her pleas. They fell to deaf ears. It got worse in high school when she started isolating herself. She would put up a mask to hide the depression and anxiety. It felt like no one saw who she truly was, but people liked the person she was with the mask. That mask started to become who she was.

It got so bad that she would cut herself. As the tears streamed down her face, she brought the razor to her wrist and would cut line after line into her soft flesh. She watched as the blood pooled out and felt a sense of calm, and now again she thought about it. She thought about the distraction and almost relief she felt from the pain that cutting brought. It felt like her problems left as the blood pooled out with the dark red. She wanted that relief again.

Getting up from the couch and going into the bathroom where she kept a razor, while in the back of her mind she told herself she was foolish for believing the lies that the people spewed, she held it with trembling hands. Then she remembered Shawn. The handsome man she’d fallen for, with a broad smile and the most generous heart. Then, remembering how he’d been spending more and more time at the studio. Maybe they were right and perhaps he needed someone more stable and beautiful by his side. Someone who could be confident with themselves, despite the dirt and shit people threw at her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. So used to the emptiness, it felt like second nature to be in this position. It didn’t stop her from questioning her decision, but she knew she wanted the best for Shawn. Maybe, just maybe if she killed herself Shawn could find someone who made him happy, she thought.

Stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower with the razor in her hand, she let her tears mix with the pounding water. The water was burning her skin, but she didn’t even feel as it left her skin raw and burning. All Y/n felt at that moment was the emotional toll that years of scrutiny had left her. Her mind was cloudy and dazed and she held the sharp point to her wrist. Applying a little pressure, she winced when she dragged it across her skin. Blood almost immediately started to run out of the cut. Years of cutting left her with the knowledge of how deep to cut without leaving scars. Not starting off too deep was her plan, because she knew she had to build up to it. She cut again and again and watched as the blood escaped her tiny cuts. The cuts were light but her wounds ran deep. The pain was not external but was a raging storm within. It clouded her judgment and thoughts, to the point where she couldn’t feel anything but pain.

Her physical pain didn’t even phase her. She could only focus on the blood as it mixed with the water on the shower tile on the floor. Ragged, short breaths left her as Y/n thought about all the comments from the media and people. Falling back against the shower wall she clutched her wrist to her chest. She wanted it to end, the assault of the hateful words trashing in her head like a raging beast. Her thoughts were so overwhelming in her head that she didn’t hear Shawn calling her name.

- Shawn’s side-

Walking in the door, Shawn tosses his keys into the bowl by the entryway. Looking around he breathes out a deep sigh, letting out his stress. He was ready for this, ready to take the next step with the love of his life. So, as he made his way further into their shared home he wasn't even fazed when he heard the shower running. It brings about a sense of domesticity for him. However, his brows knit together when he hears cries coming from inside the bathroom. Calling out Y/n’s name with no response causes his heart rate to start picking up. Rushing in, he flings the door of the ensuite bathroom open and sees a sight that makes his heart break. There was Y/n, the love of his life, was sitting with her head down and her hands clutched to her chest. Moving closer, his heart pounds and his vision begins to spin at the sight red dripping down her left forearm.

Pulling open the shower door he stands dumbfounded as Y/n quickly looks up at him, with bloodshot eyes and a broken expression on her face. It wasn’t even her appearance that made his heart come to a crashing stop. No, it isn’t how her breath hitches in her throat or even the way she sits there on the floor of the shower looking up at him. It is what he sees in her hand, what he sees running down her arms. In those couple seconds, he realizes he needs to help her. So, grabbing the hand towel on the hook, he wraps it around her damaged wrists, careful to not cause too much pain in his attempt to catch the rapidly decreasing blood flow. Silence overtakes them as he dresses and tends to her arm. It’s a couple minutes before Shawn has the courage to speak up.

“I- uh, Love… Why did you do this?” he questions in a weak voice, once safely of the shower.

She doesn’t say anything, but instead falls into his body and cries. Wrapping another towel around her soaked frame, he wraps his arms around her to bring her closer. No words are spoken as he guides them to the bedroom and he holds her in his strong arms against his chest.

Y/n had her head against his chest, and something about the steady beat of his heart calms her. Just him being there calms the storm that rages war in her head. Her breathing has slowed and she feels better. Shawn looks down and sees she is now more relaxed. No longer are there tears or fear, but it has since been replaced with a look of emptiness.

With much trepidation, he speaks up saying, “Honey, tell me why. What made you do this? You know I love you so much. I-if I found y-you dead… I don’t know what I would do. You are the best thing to happen to me Y/n Y/l/n. Don’t forget that.”

Y/n looks at him, hearing the vulnerability in his voice. She nods into his chest and takes a few calming breaths before replying, “I just read a- some tweets that- um- that said you should break up with me. And I know it’s stupid and I shouldn’t read things like that. But something about it reminded me of what I’ve been told my whole life. I don’t know, I guess I started to believe them. I mean with you at the studio a lot lately.” She started to ramble, “and that’s fine! I am not trying to be clingy. I was just thinking maybe there is a better person-”

“Stop. No, don’t say that love. You are the only right person for me. I knew that when I met you in the coffee shop that day. I’ve loved you since then. Okay? Don’t listen to their lies. If they cannot see that you are so loved, then that’s on them. You are so amazing and beautiful, and I love you so much. There is no one that I would rather be with. Okay- uh so, I had a whole big plan for this but I cannot wait any longer. I need you to understand how much I love you.” he stated before getting up and moving to their shared closet. She hears him rummaging around before she sees him coming out again.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you are so special to me. Your smile brightens my day and leads me back home in the craziest storms. There’s not a moment when you aren’t on my mind, and I want to marry you-”

“Shawn what-” she gasped in shock, quickly sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, with the towel still wrapped around her soaked frame.

Bending on one knee, he grabs her left hand, conscientious of the bandaging, and in a voice thick with emotion he asks, “Y/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“I- I, yes! I love you,” she cries. However, her tears are for a completely different reason. He stands up and places the ring on her finger and kisses her. The kiss is slow and deep. It’s not like any other kiss they’ve shared, not after coming home from a party turned on, or even the first kiss they shared. No, this kiss is so symbolic, and emotional, and it’s not until they break for air do they come back from that bliss.

Once again laying upon the bed, with Y/n in Shaw's arms he whispers, “Who’d've thought that we’d get engaged with you only in a towel and in our bedroom?” He has a cheeky grin on his face, and she knows what he is implying. She chuckled with him before he continued, “We are going to have proper engagement. You need to act surprised too. All our family will be there and want to see your reaction. For now, how about I take care of that towel. We have a lot to celebrate.”

She looks at him and smiles, ducking her head into his neck. Nodding her head in a silent agreement, she starts to place small kisses onto the underside of his chin. He tightens his grasp on her and flips her so he’s hovering atop her. A smirk plays on his lips as he slowly pulls either side of the towel from around her. Yeah, the night has just begun.

_________

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#shawn mendes imagine #angst #writing #imagine #shawn angst

[the-quiet-winds]

Coming with the Dawn and Suddenly Changes (part one)

tour fic tour fic tour fic tour fic-

welcome to a new multichap, co-written by myself and @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts as usual. this is basically me saying, “i have so much to do i need to post something that is already done.”

so enjoy this tour fic.

[Part 1: Where No Questions Cross Your Mind]

january had just turned to february when the band cancelled their second show of the tour. the first was in glasgow, days before christmas, after almost every girl was struck with the same sickness. presently, however, jane woke up to two texts. 

‘theater contemplating closing for the day,’ the first text from their stage manager says, ‘stand by for further action.’

jane chuckles. their manager did like to act like a drill sergeant sometimes. 

‘theater closed tonight. no show.’

jane sets her phone back down and climbs slowly out of bed, knowing there was still no chance of her falling asleep. when she opens the curtains over the window, she’s met with a beautiful, undisturbed landscape of white.

it’s a gorgeous sight, and despite how cliche it is jane can’t resist taking a quick photo of it on her phone. she glances at the time; half past eight. too early for most of the other queens to be awake.

jane makes her way downstairs and switches on the kettle to make a cup of tea. while she’s waiting for the water to boil she notices a tea spoon in the sink; parr was most likely awake, then. she wonders idly if she should wake the other girls to show them the snow, but the thought of cleves’ face at being woken up at half past 8 just to see some snow makes her decide against it.

parr ambles downstairs not too long after, still in her pajamas and hair quite poofy, but seemingly fairly awake. she fixes herself some tea and she and jane converse quietly about the beautiful state of outside. 

they relax together on the couch, and jane is so engrossed in the conversation that she doesn’t notice another person enter the room until there’s a distinctly katherine-shaped thing curled under her slightly outstretched arm.

“morning, love,” jane laughs softly. katherine mumbles something quietly and curls up closer to jane, evidently still half asleep. jane drapes her arm over katherine’s shoulders properly and gives the top of her head a quick kiss. “still sleepy, sweetheart?”

katherine gives a half nod and a yawn.

“have you seen the snow, katherine?” parr asks with an amused smile.

“snow?” she asks, still not fully awake, and parr gives a gentle laugh. 

“it snowed, almost a foot and a half i think. no show tonight, so we have a free day to enjoy it.”

katherine smiles. the snow is nice and all, especially the white and fluffy snow here in norway versus the slushy wet stuff back in england, but she’s definitely more excited about the day off. since christmas, she feels like she really hasn’t gotten to spend any time with jane. now they have a whole day.

as if jane could read her mind she smiles at katherine and speaks. “what do you want to do with your day off, love?”

katherine gives a shrug and a tiny smile.

“can we just... hang out?”

“that sounds perfect, kat,” jane nods. parr stretches slightly and stands.

“unfortunately i won’t be able to join you. i’m a week behind on my edits and my publisher won’t let me forget about it, so i should probably take this time to catch up.” she sends them both a grin before retreating back upstairs.

katherine gives a content sigh and curls back into jane. jane kisses the top of her head, letting her lips linger longer than usual before pulling away. 

“how about some breakfast, love?” jane offers. when katherine doesn’t answer, jane starts to shuffle enough to get up, but katherine clings to her tighter, making a soft noise of protest.

“come on, love, aren’t you hungry?” jane smiles gently. katherine mumbles something and jane can just make out the words “few more minutes” in amongst the inaudible.

“okay, five more minutes,” jane promises, settling back down, and katherine makes a quiet happy sound and curls up against her even more. “but after that, breakfast. i’m not having you go hungry, love.” she gives the tip of katherine’s nose a tiny kiss, making her laugh slightly.

jane looks out the window where the snow flickers and falls again. katherine snuggles against her chest, tucking her head in the crook of jane’s neck.

the five minutes pass and jane jostles katherine softly, alerting her that she was going to move. katherine protests but lets jane pull her to her feet and lead her to the kitchen.

“how about some hot chocolate, kat?” 

katherine gives a shy nod and jane smiles. she whips up the hot drink, waiting only long enough to put some whipped cream on top before giving it to katherine. “drink up, love, it’s nice and warm.”

katherine takes a sip and immediately sticks her tongue out.

“hot,” she says, slightly embarrassed, and jane gives a half-laugh.

“yes it is, love. it’s rather in the name.”

katherine returns to her drink, blowing gently on the hot liquid in an attempt to cool it before taking another sip. “you make the best hot chocolate,” she says between sips. “like, is there anything you can’t make?”

jane smiles and ruffles her hair. “aren’t you sweet.” she laughs briefly. “i definitely shouldn’t let you taste my attempts at sausage rolls. that did not go over well.”

“that can’t be true!” katherine protests. 

jane laughs again. “i’d say anna’s stomach would disagree.”

katherine grins and takes another sip of her hot chocolate. when she puts the mug down jane notices a blob of whipped cream managed to end up on katherine’s nose and she can’t help but laugh at the sight. katherine looks at her, confused.

“what?”

“you’ve got something...” jane taps the end of her own nose and katherine goes slightly cross-eyed trying to look. jane chuckles again and picks up a cloth, wiping the whipped cream from katherine’s face. katherine gives her a grateful smile, then takes another sip.

“are you not having any?” she asks, and jane shakes her head.

“too sweet for me, love. now, what do you want to eat?”

katherine gives a bashful shrug. “something warm.”

jane raises an eyebrow knowingly. “waffles?”

“if you don’t mind,” katherine says, “that’d be nice.”

jane smiles softly. “of course i don’t mind, love. one order of kat’s waffles coming up.”

it doesn’t take long for jane to make them, and before katherine’s even finished her drink there’s a plate of waffles in front of her. she attacks them with enthusiasm and jane smiles. she always loves seeing katherine appreciate her cooking, as well as feeling comfortable enough to act slightly childishly. if anybody has earned that right it’s katherine.

jane makes her own breakfast of muesli and berries and sits down opposite katherine.

the girl flashes her a bright, albeit small smile. 

they eat in relative yet comfortable silence, and jane is just finishing her tea when boleyn comes thrashing down the stairs. 

“what’s with all this white shit,” she complains, ignoring jane’s disapproving look at her choice of language. “i was looking forward to tonight’s show...had a new thing i wanted to try.”

jane looks apologetic. “just have to wait till tomorrow i guess, love.”

boleyn throws herself dramatically into an empty chair with a heavy sigh and katherine hides her snort of laughter.

“what new thing were you gonna do?” she asks. boleyn shrugs.

“just something different on one of the lines of my song. don’t worry about it.”

“well, now i’m worried about it,” aragon says, bustling into the room. “whenever you say not to worry about something, it usually means we should do the exact opposite.” boleyn lazily lifts her middle finger in aragon’s general direction.

“now ladies,” jane says, jokingly patronizing, “let’s all get along again. if the snow keeps us here, we can’t kill each other.”

“hey, anne,” katherine says, stuffing back laughter, “don’t lose your head.” 

jane isn’t quite sure what happened next, but she knows that both boleyn and kat were on the floor, anne pinning katherine down as aragon cheered the latter on.

“jane!” katherine calls, trying in vain to push boleyn off her. “jane, save me- jesus christ, anne, you’re stronger than you look!”

“hell yeah i am,” boleyn says slightly smugly, pinning her in place as katherine kicks her legs in an attempt to knock boleyn off.

“okay, girls,” jane says with a raised eyebrow, “that’s probably enough for now. anne, please let katherine go.”

boleyn rolls her eyes and shifts. “okay mum,” she groans in fake annoyance. she releases katherine’s forearms and gets to her feet. she offers the smaller girl a hand to get up, but katherine doesn’t move from her position. her eyes are a bit wider than normal, but jane is surprised that her breathing hasn’t quickened or shortened at all.

boleyn awkwardly puts her hand back down. “hey, i didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asks, slightly quieter. “cause i didn’t mean to, and if-”

“i’m okay, don’t worry about it,” katherine says, and to jane’s surprise her voice sounds only the slightest bit rattled. she’s pleased, though; something like that could have seriously triggered katherine’s anxiety, but this time around it seems to have worked out for the better. jane’s glad of that, for katherine’s sake and for boleyn’s. she’s not sure if anne would have been able to cope with causing katherine to panic. still, she supposes she should have a word with boleyn at some point, remind her it probably wasn’t the best thing for her to do to her cousin, given the circumstances.

katherine doesn’t make any attempt to stand up from the floor, but she catches jane’s gaze and gives her a small smile.

boleyn lays on her back next to katherine, making herself quite comfortable on the soft carpet of their rental. boleyn gives her cousin a lopsided grin, then they simply lie in silence. 

only a few moments later, jane crosses to join them, laying down on katherine’s other side.

“some nice carpet here,” she says lightly.

aragon looks down at the three of them despairingly. “you’re all so weird,” she says. boleyn grins at her.

“oh, come on, caragon. give it a try.”

aragon rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath, but she gives in and lays down next to boleyn.

katherine shuffles closer to jane, half curling up against her. jane smiles and lifts her arm, making room for katherine to fill the space. boleyn glances at the two of them, and her eyes glaze over with mischief.

“aw, is it cuddle time? hey aragon, come here!” she wraps a startled aragon in a bear hug, and aragon lets out an undignified squawk of surprise.

“anne, no!”

jane and katherine laugh as aragon fruitlessly tries to shake boleyn off of her.

aragon finally pulls herself free and stands up. in the scuffle, her hair had flopped over, leaving her with a very odd sort of poof on the top of her head. 

the angry spanish tirade she goes into seems all that less threatening, then she takes off upstairs. 

boleyn chuckles and rolls over, looking at kat and jane. 

“never a dull day in the queens’ house, that’s for sure.”

“you can say that again,” jane laughs softly. boleyn’s gaze lingers on the two of them.

“got any room for me in that cuddle pile?” she asks lightly, but there’s an insecurity behind her tone. it’s not hard to realise why, especially when she continues. “i mean, if not, that’s cool, i’ve got some stuff i need to be doing anywa-”

“get over here, anne,” katherine interrupts, and boleyn looks surprised for a second before grinning.

boleyn shuffles closer until she and katherine are side by side. katherine moved closer to boleyn, pulling slightly away from jane. 

it’s an odd fit, the three of them on the floor, but it’s not overall terrible. jane lets katherine hold her cousin close, and she props herself on an elbow as she sees katherine’s arms loop around boleyn’s waist as they hold each other.

it’s nice to see the two of them being affectionate. jane supposes that katherine is the only family member boleyn has left, even if they weren’t particularly close the first time they were alive. jane had somewhat been hoping that she and katherine could hang out together, just the two of them, but the day was still young and jane wouldn’t begrudge boleyn a hug with her cousin, especially considering the slightly goofy smile boleyn was struggling to keep off her face.

she makes her way to her feet, slowly enough that katherine doesn’t notice even in the slightest. jane pulls out the thick, warm blanket they keep for movie nights and gently spreads it over them, before quietly beginning to pick up the dishes that she and katherine had been eating on and putting them in the machine.

“jane?” boleyn asks, quietly, conscious of her cousin curled against her. “i didn’t mean to-“

“hush, love,” jane says, “there’s no need to apologize for anything.”

boleyn gives a small, somewhat guilty, nod, and jane makes a note of that in the back of her mind as something to address later. katherine hugs boleyn slightly tighter and boleyn slowly lifts a hand to katherine’s hair, beginning moving her fingers through the messy pink locks.

they continue to lay there as jane clears up from breakfast, washing up the things she couldn’t put in the machine by hand.

by the time she’s finished and wiping her hands down on a towel, boleyn and katherine haven’t budged. boleyn makes eye contact once more, a tiny bit of guilt behind her eyes, and jane gives a small, reassuring smile, before taking especially soft steps out of the room as to not disturb them. 

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ [1]

Word Count: 3.3K

Genre/Warning: Angst, fluff, Jungkook x Black Female Reader, Prince AU, Royalty AU

A/N: Please excuse the errors.

⇾ Y/n Djan, Princess of Ghango, didn’t think much fun could come out of this trip to Korea. But oh how wrong she was.

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People look at rain in two different ways. At least that's what I've noticed. This separates people into different categories. Some people see rain as a hindrance. Rain kills people's plans and brings a grey cast on the day. While there are others who find the rain relaxing and peaceful, those same people often listen to rain sounds to sleep or sit by the window with a book in a cliche manner.

Then there's those like me. I believe I am at my best when there is rain falling from the sky. My mind is clear, my heart is lighter and my thoughts flow better. The rain speaks to my soul, whether it's a faint drizzle or violent thunderstorm, the rain speaks to me.

My mother often says it was raining the day I was born, though I can't say I believe her, seeing as everyone's recollection of that day differs. However, moments like this are what I appreciate the most. Sitting out on my balcony watching the rain falling from the sky in a strong and direct force. A cold wind like mist sprays my way, where I sit just out of reach of the raindrops. My red cedar swing bed swaying with my every movement. I only break out my daze when the music in my ears changes. The music switches from Sam Smith's soothing voice to the booming 808 of an afrobeat hit by Davido. The music in my ears was just background noise. Or at least it became background noise when my brain focused on the book in front of me.

Now the blaring afrobeat love song with repetitive lyrics was a distraction, conflicting with the tame and quiet atmosphere the rain was creating. At that moment, my urge to read disappeared. I closed the book, taking note of the page I ended on. Though, I highly doubt I'll remember it. I'll probably wind up reading the same chapter again.

I stare at the cover of the book, not really sure what made me pick this title from my father's big but old book collection. 1984 by George Orwell was the title and frankly while gazing at the torn cover, with pieces of the image chipping away, I made a mental note to find a different book to read. The premise and concept of the story leave me uneasy and uncomfortable.

There isn't too much disturbing about the plot of the book, but rather the self-placement I constantly do when reading a novel. The thought of being set in such a world as the one created by George Orwell in this novel leaves me irritated.

There's a saying that there can't be much growth without discomfort and that saying is true. But I know from experience, that forced growth brings even more discomfort which causes one to shrink away. Which is why I've stuck to reading sappy love stories that involve some generic and basic catch. Cause that's where I'm comfortable.

I chuckle at myself. Where exactly am I comfortable? In my own mind probably, in which I make everything seem less annoying and less burdensome. I set the book on the swing beside me, and proceed to stare out at the layers of rain pouring forward. Once again, the music becomes background noise as a ping echoes from my iPhone. I look down in time to see the notification for a text message.

(7:23 PM) Glaids: Y/n.

I can't help but feel irritated by the single text, but it's just so Gladis. I can't be mad since I know Gladis. Gladis' personality cannot be translated over text message. Being as she is my older sister, I've spent enough time with Gladis to get used to her ways, but it's often that I get tired of her simpleness and strictness.

Who needs parents? I had Gladis. Everything my parents were lenient about, Gladis made up for it. I always saw her as more of a nanny than a sister, and can't say our relationship is any more than that. I can't say I know much about her as a person. Sounds cold, doesn't it?

I don't know her favorite color, favorite food or even what she likes to do in her spare time. My parents began shipping me off to different countries for school, and she wasn't one to call or check up on me. The few times we did speak over the phone, it was a stiff conversation.

"How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Well, that's good. Are your classes okay?"

"Yeah."

That was about it. It was awkward, but straying outside those things brought discomfort, so I never bothered to reach out to her.

I type back, Yes?

I stare at the text conversation for a few moments, expecting a quick response and I was right, The bubble with three dots appear quickly and a text bubble appears with the words, We're needed in the dining room.

My face scrunches up in confusion. The dining room? My parents usually don't call for dinner till 8pm. Have things changed in the time I left? That's what being sent to study abroad for years will do to you. The norms of your home are suddenly foreign and small changes seem to trigger a feeling of missing out or loneliness.

I pull the earphones out of the phone, standing up to smooth out my black running shorts. I take my phone in my hand and slid the glass door open to enter my room. My bare feet are greeted by the soft and expensive feeling carpet. I close the glass door behind me and slip on my house slippers.

My long sleeve mustard gold crop top rode up as I walked to the double doors that led out to the long hallway. I step out, unable to suppress the shiver that passes through my body. Unlike my room, the hallway had the AC blaring. The cool air harshly smacks my bare legs and gains the reaction of goosebumps instantly. I stroll down the wide hallways of the palace, the same red and gold carpets spread all about. The tacky dark green walls haven't changed, though I wish they would. I make a turn down the hallway and see a group of servants and maids huddled up, giggles ripping through them.

My steps slow and my ears tune into their conversation.

"Did you see her?" One of them chuckle, "she hasn't changed a bit. Stiff, quiet and angry looking." She crosses her arms over her chest as she speaks.

"You don't know that!" one protested, "Maybe London did her some good."

"Be real Jewel," Another maid exclaimed, "nothing could get that girl to open up. Everyone in the kingdom knows the only reason his highness sends her abroad is to get her to lighten up. There is no one in all of Africa willing to wed that guarded prick Oli-"

"Princess Y/n!" Another maid chimes in panic. She looked up and locked eyes with me, shouting out a greeting to conceal any other careless words that were spilling from her peer's lips. I could almost physically see the sheet of terror floating onto the servants and maids. They froze and their shoulders become stiff.

They slowly turn around and show me faces of embarrassment and fear.

"Ms. Y/n," The one called Jewel says, curtsying slightly, "I-I...w-we-"

I yawn casually and cut off her words, "have you seen Gladis around?"

They throw glances at each other and shake their heads, "No. we haven't." Jewel answers. It seems that she is the leader of this clique.

She is a beautiful girl. Jet black box braids twisted in a fancy updo that compliments the shape of her face. Dark flawless skin without a pore in sight and though her eyes were tired, it didn't take away from her beauty. She can't be any older than 19, what is she doing being a servant?

"Any idea why I'm being called to the dining room?" I ask another question. They all shake their heads no and I sigh.

"Thanks anyway," I say beginning my stroll past them. I am contemplating whether I should say a sly remark, but before I know it I'm too far away. I continue down the hallway, glancing at the same painting and pictures that haven't moved so much of an inch since my absence.

Paintings of relatives and those who came before us. Though all the portraits are of family, I can't say I recognize a single face. My face sure isn't on there and I don't expect it to be. What impact have I left on this country?

My thoughts are cut off when my body crashes into something warm and unmoving. My phone falls out my hand and tumbles onto the ground. My gaze drops to my phone before looking up to see what cause they clash.

"Princess Y/n," A kind voice says while familiar eyes gaze at me. My lips turn up in a genuine smile and I take a small step back from the tall man towering over my 5'4 stature. I bend down and scoop up my phone, shoving it into my pocket.

"Uncle Kwame!" I exclaim. I move to hug him but notice the books and papers that filled his arms.

"Princess Y/n! I heard you've been back for a few days now! My, how you have grown." He smiles that same smile of his and I snicker.

Kwame has been assisting my father since they were children. Though my father has the power and assertiveness, he never really had the brains. Kwame was the brain behind my father. Every decision and choice my father makes is run by Kwame first. He has wisdom beyond his years, being 5 years younger than my father, he looked older.

The stress of his job turned his black hair grey and his smooth skin to many wrinkles with bags under the eyes that won't disappear no matter how much he sleeps. His hairline has receded some and he now suffers from weak knees, made clear by his urge to sit down while groaning. He often unconsciously rubs his knees while he face scrunches up in discomfort.

"Yes, I've been around." I reply simply, "But I haven't seen you. Where have you been hiding?"

He chuckles as if remembering a funny joke, "I've been on vacation because my wife gave birth."

My mouth opens wide in shock, "Wow that's wonderful! I didn't know she was pregnant, congratulations."

"Thank you, Princess, we are thankful for our healthy baby boy. We certainly were not planning for another child."

I laugh, "I'm sure you weren't. But that's good to hear that he is healthy."

"Oh excuse my rudeness, how was London?" Kwame askes. I let out a tight sigh.

How was London? Ugh I want to say awful, but I don't want to worry Kwame. It's always like this, it's always been like this. The question stays the same and the places change. How was America? How was Germany? How was Sweden? Now it's how was London?

I can say I've been studying abroad more than I've been at home in Ghango. Started with a few years in New York where I stayed with some distant family for a few years of elementary school. I was back home for a summer before being sent to Germany from elementary to my second year of middle school. I started and finished high school in Sweden and just graduated from a university in London. Despite all the time I've spent abroad, my accent when speaking is still slightly noticeable.

Now here I am, back home or a place that is supposed to be home. My father's excuse was always that he wanted me to have a more global outlook, but what is the youngest daughter of a King going to do with a global outlook? Am I not just going to be married off to the prince of another African country?

"London was good. I've returned with my bachelors in English and World Languages and it's so good to be home."

"I'm sure it is. Now if you'll excuse me, Princess, I have travel plans to make." Kwame takes one step forward, but I quickly step in his way.

"Travel plans? My father is traveling?" My brows furrow.

"It seems so."

I roll my eyes, "Another pointless meeting?"

Kwame shrugs, "Who knows? I must be on my way, Princess." Kwame swiftly leaves making me groan in annoyance. Not at Kwame, but at my father.

"What a fool," I whisper to myself.

For a man that wants his daughter to be global, he sure wishes the opposite of his nation. Ghango is a country sitting on the west coast of Africa.

A country of many resources. Gold, diamonds, coal, cocoa and much more. We have been blessed to have land that is fruitful in its results yet my father, like his father before, refuses to share this with any nations. The country of Ghango does practically no exporting or trading.

My father does not trust countries within or outside of Africa, so we fend for ourselves and provide for ourselves. My father speaks of how he will not export to any country because they do not and will not offer him what he wants. I can't be sure I know what he wants.

However, my father, King Anthony Djan decides to entertain meetings with various country leaders although his mind is already made up. Wasting people's time and money is what I say. His narrow thinking will get this country nowhere.

Yet, he wants me to be global? For what?

I hope my eldest brother Kofi will be that one to change such a stiff policy.

I walk ahead to the double doors that lead into the dining room. I push them open and find Gladis and Kofi already seated at the table, that was lacking for by the way.

"Hey, Kofi. Gladis." I greet as I entered the room, walking further in and taking a seat across from Kofi at the large rectangular table. He sat beside Gladis who showed me a small smile.

Kofi has changed so much in the last four years, though I saw him when I initially arrived days ago, I still cannot bring myself to believe that this tall man in front of me is my older brother. He's gone from looking like a young man to a full grown King.

"You know," He begins, "For someone who has been gone for years, it doesn't seem like you've missed the family at all."

I roll my eyes at his childish tone. "Oh yes! That's right! I called every week because I can't stand you poor people of Africa with thick accents and dirty hands! I think I am above!" I let my sarcasm ring through the dining hall earning a snicker of amusement from Gladis.

Kofi leans back in his seat with a small grin. That grin hasn't changed much. Kofi was always the perfect balance. He was kind and fun when needed and serious and focused when needed. With him being the oldest child and the only boy, he was always loved more. No matter how my father denied it, there was no doubt about it.

From birthdays to treatment around the palace. It was clear he was favored not only among my parents but among the people of Ghango.

The doors swing open and my mother and father proceed inside. This is about the 2nd time I am seeing my father since being back. I don't have much to say so I simply watch him with void eyes.

I caught my mother's eyes and grin widely at her. My mother has been the one to call me every chance she got, send me letters and gifts on my birthday. She has been in my face since I've arrived back and was kind enough to give me this day to myself.

We spoke no words because nothing needed to be said.

They take their seats and we sit in silence for a moment. My father, thin grey beard and all, turns to glance at me. I almost expect him to say something. A hello or "we've missed you, Y/n." Although I know better than to expect such treasure from him.

He looks forward, his eyes trained on nobody in particular as he speaks.

"As the royal family of Ghango, we all have a duty. We have a duty to the people who respect us and even those who hate us. It is our job to do what is best for Ghango and to continue to see the growth of this wonderful nation." He spoke in our native language.

"It is our duty to do our parts, whatever they may be, to raise this country to up to its greatest potential."

Where is he going with this?

"I want nothing more than the best for all you. You are my children after all. I want all of you to take part in molding Ghango for the generations ahead of us, I don't want any of you to be spectators, simply watching as change happens. You all will be active participants in any way seen necessary." He pauses, glancing at my mother who nods encouragingly.

"I am considering trading with South Korea." He says.

His words echo in our minds for some silent moments. The first giggle escapes from my brother before Gladis and I follow suit. Our laughs ring through the room as our father watches in serious silence. Our laughter dies down and my father grimaces before sighing.

"I am being sincere this time. King Hyungsik Jeon has been able to sway me." He announces.

"Wait," Kofi says, "seriously?"

"Very seriously," He confirms.

"So you'll be traveling?" I ask before I could think about it. Of course, I already know he's traveling, Kwame told me so.

My father sets his eyes on me, "No. You will Y/n."

My heart dropped at his words and my shoulders sunk, "What?" My voice comes out shaky with anger.

"You can't be serious, I just got back home!" I protest.

"I will not trade with just any country, Y/n. I need to know the people of the nation, the royal family of the nation and just how society is in that place. South Korea's King has made a good offer. So you and Gladis will stay in South Korea for six months to-"

"Six months?" I shout, "Isn't that a bit much?"

"And why do I have to go too?" Gladis' voice was steady and calm but anger was burning in her eyes.

My father stays quiet for a second after our outbursts, "You and Gladis will stay in South Korea for six months to fully understand how the people of the country are, how the royal family functions, and just what the country stands for. After those six months, you will report to me. You and Gladis will ultimately be the ones to decide the fate of this deal. You'll leave in a few days."

I scoffed, "So this is why you made that fake deep speech about all of us shaping this country for future? So you could ship me off again?"

"Y/n!" My mother hisses. I shake my head, laughing humorlessly.

"This is an important deal for your father, so he wants to make sure he is taking the right steps." My mother explains.

"Then he should send Gladis or Kofi! I just got home, why do you all hate having me home so much?" My voice grew thin and strain while tears started to burn my eyes and blur my vision.

"Kofi has his place here." My father says sternly.

I stand up from my seat, "And I don't?"

"Y/n, it's not like that." My mother pleads.

"Your mother is right," My father says, "you're taking this wrong."

I shake my head in disbelief and walk towards the door.

"Just say I'm your least favorite child and get it over with." I spit before opening the door and storming down the hallway.

A/N: I am also posting this same Fanfic on Wattpad, except on Wattpad, there is a OC in place of Y/n. 

#bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfiction #bts fanfics #bts angst #bts au #bts royal au #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic

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         So I’d made a fic rec master post before where I included my fave fics from the Evakteket Best of 2017 nominated fics, and then June came with some incredible fics and I was like, I have read so many fics that are so good, especially in June alone, which was like this magical thing to me as I got to read them in pride month. Some of these fics are not written in June but I included it in here anyway. So, the intention here is to be able to share this with others who, maybe, are coming across any of these fics for the first time and I will feel so lucky and honored to be able be that person who made you check it out and give it a chance. All of these fics are incredible and I promise you that. Also, if you are a reader/fan of fics, please try and spread the word about it. The writers put their heart and soul in the work they put out in the world, and if you liked it, and if you stumbled across a rec post from the author of the fic you liked, please try and reblog it. It’s the least you can do for free stuff that moves you and makes you feel.

four movements on a first wedding by  chevythunder / @icelandcurry

Tags: Accidental Marriage

Summary: Sonja catches sight of the crumpled marriage certificate that’s fallen out of his bag. The crooked smile on her face is enough for Isak’s eyes to burn.

“I’m still hoping that’s fake,” Isak says, going for a laugh. It bounces back to him, the faux joy making him nauseous. She stares at it for a few seconds longer, zoning in on the signatures, running a thumb over Even’s. “I- God, that’s... Seeing his name on one of these.”

Isak looks down, keeps looking down. Tries to block out the hurt he’s causing, the hurt he’s feeling. He hugs her tightly before letting her out the door. Her answering embrace feels like going through the motions.

Isak's spent years keeping his distance to Even, worried that any kind of closeness could trigger feelings he won't be able to suppress. Waking up married to Even after a blurry night in Las Vegas throws a slight wrench in those plans.

(--bla bla: this fic, i have re-read it an embarrassing amount of times. at first, i was skeptical about it because i don’t like the vegas accidental marriage cliche but i love the author’s style and the way they portray isak and even with utmost care, i am so glad i read and i can’t wait for someone to find it from my recs. this fic will give you all the feels, i promise--)

if you must live, darling one, just live by grinsekaetzchen / @hotchocolatenthusiast

Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse

Summary: The world has ended and Even is still alive. He steps into the street, takes in the way the sun is shining onto the ruins. The silence of the town is at odds with the way the sun feels on Even’s skin. A distant warmth. The beginning of a movie. A sunrise, the hero turning his back on a ghost town, leaving.

Cut. Darkness. Fast forward to the light again.

Even starts walking.

(--bla bla:  this is an amazing fic, it’s like you are watching a movie, you know? and you would want to read multi chapters of this verse because it’s such an addictive thing. i have recently discovered that i kind of have a post-break and post-apocalypse kink, oh well, if you do too, check it out. and check their other fics as well, they are really talented and i just discovered them last month--)

Cathedrals of Light, Salt and Snow by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck) / @odeto-psyche

Tags: Canon Compliant, But also canon divergence

Summary: What he wants to say, and cannot bring himself to admit: Before you there was no real me. Only a person pretending to be. Or, alternatively: Isak comes back to face death, and in the meantime, finds rebirth.

(--bla bla: i discovered this from @evakteket recs, bless immy and kit for maintaining such a cool rec blog, my rec post would look like a joke to the work they and @evaksbinder does, but i’m trying my best to show my gratitude here, i think it’s cute,, ok? so this fic, i have a high threshold for angst, as long it’s not there for angst sake and it’s realistic in the scenario, i love angst. and this fic is angsty. it’s isak who lives in germany and is not in a good place emotionally and comes back to oslo because his mother has died, and it’s his journey through grief and self acceptance. i love how isak and even come together in this fic (it’s hardly a spoiler, psst), it’s epic in all it’s glory and i love post break up getting together fic sooooo much. There’s an Even’s POV WIP sequel to this fic which is not as angsty but is equally wonderful. oh, i forgot to mention they include really cool art recs and song recs within the fic, which just.... enriches your fic reading experience ten fold. someone who puts that much effort deserves all the love in the world. i love you! --)

All the climbing, all the falling by Alene / @tristealven

Tags:  Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary: Isak and Even never saw each other after that night at the Plaza. Five years later Isak studies molecular biology in Bergen and keeps running into someone tall and blond.

It rains a lot, there are mountains to climb, and some things start to fall into place.

(--bla bla: this fic. this beautiful, beautiful fic. i can’t rec this enough. elina’s writing just transports you to that gloomy, cloudy aesthetic, especially this is a great read in this awful summer. elina and i bonded over our great love for ‘all stories are echoes’ and i didn’t even know she wrote too? and i was like mad at myself and others for not reccing me soon enough. since then i have read it three times and there’s a wonderful sequel too, so makes sure you read that as well. definitely in my top 5! --)

let's not waste it feeling wrong by @prettyisak

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks

Summary: Isak has always been skeptical of the soul mark.

Instead of your soulmate's first words to you written on your skin, it's the last words you ever hear them say, so you don't know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

(--bla bla: this fic is a gem, the introspection and the characterization within the plot is just so refreshing and i love their writing. i love the pacing of this fic too --)

On call by MinilocIsland / @irazor

Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: Isak knows what he's meant to do in life - surgery. And he can't wait to show everyone that he's good at it.

That is, if he'll ever get a goddamn chance. Not getting hindered by ridiculous, charming guys whose main advantage in the operating room simply is the length of their legs.

Or - a hospital AU, with both Isak and Even as intern physicians

(--bla bla: never thought i’d like a fic were even is a physician? this was so great, i loved it! look out for a delightful magnus here --)

i always knew by GayaIsANerd / @greathalesonfire 

Tags:  Alternate Universe – Soulmates

Summary: The dreams start on his 19th birthday. A woman screaming, a basement, a man slamming the door behind him, a dark bar, a kind voice telling him he’ll be okay, a blurry shot of another boy. Those are the most clear but there are other images, emotions and sensations lingering even after he wakes. There’s no clear timeline, no names or addresses or anything that could give more definite information.

The information Even doesn’t have, tells him his soulmate is younger than him, not yet 19.

The information he does have, tells him his soulmate is suffering and Even’s heart aches for him.

(--bla bla: gaya is a legend around here, and rightfully so. READ THIS. --)

dancing past the point of no return by @fxckxxp

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Afterlife

Summary: Even has 24 hours to test drive the afterlife, where at the end he can either decide to 1. live for eternity or 2. let his existence dissolve into nothingness. Isak has 21 of those 24 hours to convince him to stay. 

(--bla bla: afterlif au? yes, please. i love how isak is portrayed here. it could have easily been a whiny!isak which i don’t enjoy. it’s not. isak is wonderful here.  --)

Far From Heaven 2.0 by grallonsphere 

Tags:  Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary: When Even chooses to go study film-making in America, without first being upfront about it with Isak, he sets in motion a chain of events that will leave them both lost and damaged...

(bla bla: i found this fic from a commissioned art that popped up, and i was travelling and i wanted to read something long in one go. i forgot to check the tags, if i would’ve have, i wouldn’t have read this fic. and it would’ve been a shame because i loved it. it was really well written and if someone told me the outline of this story, i wouldn’t even give it a chance. it’s one of those fics which you have to read to get why someone liked it. useful tip: read this like an original story instead of a fanfic, it might help? i don’t know if this makes sense?? i bullied @art-vandeley into reading it and she did like it, though, so.. it’s not just me!

 Phosphorescence by unsungyellowraincoat / @isaksbestpillow

Tags:  Canon Compliant

Summary: Maybe they will all get there one dayTo a place of no fear. They go to Latvia. 

(--bla bla: a year ago all i read was canon compliant fics, because my stupid brain could not imagine them in other scenarios, now i do love an au that doesn’t butcher their characterization, but a good canon compliant will always be my top priority and this is one of the best! the line in the summary is something you won’t forget. and it’s isak,even, eskild and linn! a combo you never saw before. it’s delightful and this feeling of ‘i wanna read 10k worth of isak and even just being themselves and bantering’ stayed with me after reading it.  --)

daffodils, daisies, snowdrops & roses by  puddingandpie / @annecuthbertshirley

 Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism

Summary: Even is a Spring. He’s new life. Renewal. Hope. Good things. It follows him everywhere he goes, seeping out of him like he has no idea how to control it.

Isak can’t take his eyes off of him. It’s intoxicating, the way he exudes happiness and warmth in a way that should be typical of a Summer, but somehow seems to suit him just right. But just watching him makes Isak’s own body run colder, the icicles that have taken up a permanent home on his hands weaving more intricate designs than usual. It’s the same response as he once had with Jonas, but this time, Even does not have the heat to break the pattern. Isak knows that if he even dares get closer to Even he will ruin him, just as is the natural order of things. Winter kills plants. Winter kills Spring.

tldr; in a world where u are assigned a Season at birth which defines your magic, isak is a Winter, even is a Spring. they shouldn't work. somehow they do.

(--bla bla: someone who just read canon compliant stuff for a while, all of these AUs just blows my mind and how well isak and even fits in those universes and are still their soft, dorky self. *enter the audio where jvn says ‘love’* --)

waxing, waning by @vesperthine

 Tags: Post-Canon

Summary: They’re in a car, heading towards the E6. Streetlights become blurred dots in the watery dark, and the shadows pass over Isak’s face ( – waves of lights, waxing and waning like the moon, the tide, the moods – ) as they’re navigating through the currents of traffic.

(--bla bla: vesper is so good with real emotions. it annoys me when people dismiss fics because it’s “angst”, i’ve come to associate angst as a negative word now. i wouldn’t call the stuff she writes as angst. raw / real / emotional / introspective - all this, maybe? what do you think? --)

Naturlig seleksjon by Allieverwas, Artemis2121, Kikki1

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Soulmates, PrisonAU

Summary: Livet i fengsel er tøft. Her gjelder den sterkestes rett både for innsatte og ansatte. Even jobber hardt for sin plass på rangstigen. Bare synd at han må holde kortene tett til brystet på så mange områder i livet sitt.

(--bla bla: @vildenooras recommended me this and it was a roller coaster. i wouldn’t deliberately read a prison au and i’m so glad you did it babe, it was feel train for me and thank you for literally holding my hand when i freaked out at twists in this fic. we hate larson in this house, don’t we? --)

tender (is the night) by kittpurrson / @towonderland72

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Soulmates

Summary: His whole body aches, like he’s regrown his limbs overnight, stretched out muscles he never knew he had.

Isak knows, in that moment, that his life has just been turned upside down.

“You bonded,” Even’s girlfriend confirms, and the pity in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Try not to move.”

(--bla bla: this fic, god this fic.my first soul-bond fic, can you believe that my first time was that good? at first when it everyone was talking about i dismissed it because the concept of soul-bond was meh to me. now i can’t get enough. i can only imagine the thought process that went in to writing this epic, oh my god. i read it one go and at one point i didn’t have internet for a few days and i was grumpy af and my friends abandoned me. apparently, i was “hard to be around with”. whatever. anyway, this is definitely in my top 5 and i’m pretty sure everyone has read it already! check out this fanart by ayesha, OMG?!!! --)

  you and me from the night before by colazitron / @fille-lioncelle

Tags: Travel AU

Summary: There are only two reasons to wake up before eight in the morning: emergencies or romance. When Isak wakes Even on this particular February Friday, it's the latter.

(--bla bla: oh. cola! sweet, sweet cola. one of my fave writers in this fandom who is so consistently great with their writing, I CAN’T. SOO GOOD. exactly why i have you on subscription😎. remember  SKAM Fic Week 2018 ? 7 days of awesome content. i remember telling them about wanting multi chapters  of all of the fics they wrote that week. i hope you don’t hate me for that! in this fic, isak an even are just being their sweet, soft, ridiculous self. it’s nothing really. also, it’s everything and just the kinda thing i. can’t. get. enough. of! --)

A Beginner's Guide to Living with Isak Valtersen by riyku 

Tags:  Canon Compliant

Summary: Or, how to live with the love of your life, in five easy to follow steps.

(--bla bla: i discovered this author when @art-vandeley recommended bassline to me. of course, i read it one go. and i’m waiting for it’s update like i haven’t waited for anything else, ever. and then i went ahead and read all of their one shots. they write isak and even so well, the introspection is just so well done and it’s like poetry, like, seriously, read them. it’s breathtaking. i desperately want you to check it out so here’s a little snippet - 

Rule 4: Never allow him to wake up alone. Isak hates it, and you hate the idea of him finding a you-shaped hole beside him. You will lay in bed and watch the sunrise color in his face with broad strokes. Study the way his curls lick the skin behind his ear and the perfect fit of your palm on his hipbone. You will create patterns in the moles on his back until they become constellations in your mind, complete with their own mythologies. The stories change and you will never write any of them down. Isak will reach for you before he opens his eyes, gasp like the simple act of waking up is a shock to him every single time, then he'll bury his pillow-creased face in your neck. Sometimes you'll fuck around. Sometimes you'll make him breakfast.It will be two months before you realize that on the very rare occasions where Isak wakes up first, he's doing it too.>>  see?? --) 

Eventyr by imminentinertia / @skamskada

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale

Summary: Once upon a time, humans knew about and feared the wights in the forest. Now the wights are all forgotten, and perhaps they have left their hills and trees and ponds.

Perhaps some are still there.

(--bla bla: enchanting is the word. this fic is enchanting. so gorgeous and i really want  more, more, more...  --)

to love you every day by @skamz​

Tags: Canon Compliant, Advent Calender

Summary: Advent calendars are nice, but the ones you buy at the store are not really what Even wants to offer Isak. And so he decides to make one for him instead.

(--bla bla:Cristine got me for secret santa (poor girl) and wrote this incredible fic, for me?? I just re - read it recently and can’t believe my luck. also, read all of their works. they are incredible.--)

you’ll always wait for me to come home by iriswests /  @juilawicker

Tags: Science Fiction

Summary: In a world where time may be arbitrary, but perhaps not linear, Even looks for Isak.

(--bla bla: i believe this is ceecee’s best work yet. it is so well written and it had me in the edge of my seat through and through. just gorgeous and i love isak and even in a sci fi setting! even and sana teams up in a refreshing way and this fic just is like watching a movie, i love it when a fic can do that. like in an all encompassing  way you shut your internet off and just want to immerse in this verse. --)

All this and heaven too by @champagneleftie and @nofeartina

Summary: The first time, it’s just a hookup, a quick blowjob in a club bathroom.

The next time Isak pretends he’s never seen him before. But maybe that’s because they’re at church. And the pastor is Isak’s dad.

Even shouldn’t want the closeted pastor’s son like this, but it’s impossible not to. Especially when he’s already had a taste.

(--bla bla: this was a fantastic read. spoiler alert: look out for the romeo and juliet parallel. i swooned . you will too. --)

Dear Friend by bri_ness / @brionbroadway

Tags: Enemies to Lovers

Summary:  Isak and Even work together in a failing video store, and they cannot stand each other.

Isak and Even both signed up for the Love Letters dating service, and they’re both falling for their anonymous pen pal.

Or, a She Loves Me AU (kind of, sort of).

(--bla bla: god, isak and even in this fic is so eloquent, i can’t with them. and it’’s pacing is wonderful. it’s not rushed or slow, just perfect. high-key wants a follow up to my fave bri fic. please read this fic ok. it’s very soft.  --)

I even made a not so good edit for this fic, that’s how much I loved it. Bri liked it, that will do ;) check out her fics and drabble, all of them are wonderful.

Must read short fics: 

 you don’t have to carry the weight of your sin, we didn’t rise to cave in by @evenbechneiheim

@thefancyspin drabbles: seriously, read em all, it will be time well spent, trust me.

Also, this amazing fic/drabble by @greathalesonfire about sex is something I go back to and re-read, because, why the hell not? It’s so breath taking.

This drabble by  @fxckxxp which sort of is like a missing scene thing between isak and even’s first kiss in the pool and the cuddle marathon the next day. It’s incredibly well written and easy to imagine that this is exactly what happened.

 WIPS that rocks my world

Shaky målinger av livet (uten deg) by Frieda Echte (Plommesill), Peer

Tags: Canon Divergence

Summary: this is a little bit tricky. but hear me out, I have their consent to read this fic using google translate (desperate to a whole new level, eh?), they even said to ask them if i have any doubts (how kind??) and I get help from @vildenooras, amalie and sofie. SO, in this fic, Isak is in Germany due to his studies and Even is in Oslo, and they do the long distant relationship thing, it’s hard but they make it work, but life throws them few curve balls and this fic is basically about how they deal with it.

It’s so realistic and wonderful. Freida writes Isak’s POV and Peer writes Even’s, which is like, so cool, right? So, if you can read Norwegian, please, please, please read this.

Bassline by riyku

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Rock Band

Summary: Isak opens up the email from his editor, skims through it for the tenth time, snagging to a stop on phrases like serial piece and North American tour coverage, boots on the ground and big opportunity. His response is quick and vague, that he'll let her know tomorrow morning, although he's known the answer from the jump.

(Or, Isak is a Norwegian ex-pat, fresh out of NYU with a journalism internship, who bags an assignment covering a band from his former hometown of Oslo on their first North American tour. It takes him about three seconds to realize he kinda has a thing for the bass player).

(--bla bla: first of all, i do not enjoy Americanized fics,, but this is not that, and it is GLORIOUS. this is the sexiest even i’ve ever read and isak is not a helpless pining dork here, he is just so grounded and in tune for his desire not being realistic to be with even, but they do get together and it’s hardly a spoiler, i wanna mention the pacing here too. wow. it wasn’t stretched to keep the will-they-won’t-they thing going the last update is at such a delicious point I AM STARVING FOR AN UPDATE LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. also nooreva is a thing, which is like, yayy! --)

lover of my impossible soul by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck) / @odeto-psyche

Tags: Canon Compliant

Summary: We don't often reveal ourselves, when we don't actually know what there is to reveal yet. Or, alternatively: Isak returns to Oslo, and most importantly, to Even.

(--bla bla: this the Even’s POV sequel to Cathedrals and one of those fic that just makes you feel like you’ve been transported to Oslo and is invisibly stalking isak and even, which exactly how i feel when i watch s3. the music rec, the art rec, i can’t thank you enough and just reminds me of the time I read ‘all stories are echoes’ (am i plugging it too much, why wouldn’t i? it’s my #1 fave after all) it’s got that movie like feeling to it, which i’m addicted to and cannot get enough of. also, isak is so smooth here. master of wooing and even melts. and swoons. i can’t with these two. and this fic. this is also the fic where me and ayesha messages each other right after there’s an update and we gush and gush, gdkjngk  --)

ok, so after the not so pretty rambling about great fics that deserves to be recced in an elegant way, i just wanna say i had this thought, that, the places the writers in this fandom has taken isak and even, all the parallel universes and all the brilliant characterization and introspection, julie could only dream of. not a diss, i will never diss the queen. forever grateful. and grateful to all the writers for your generosity and brilliance. 

god sommer. vi chattes 💖

#fic rec 1 #userskamedits #skam fic #evak fic #skam fwn #fic rec #fic rec masterpost #my fic rec #this is not edited #and done in a rush #but i had short listed the fics from a03 history #thanks to ayesha for letting me know that you can't see the fics you visited in the history tab #which i never realized i could #me = dumdum #anyway i hope you enjoy all of these wonderful works #also check the previous rec post #these are fpretty much the fics i have loved a lot #also there are fics i have forgotten to bookmark and haven't found in my history #and a lot of great one shots which i loved which are not here #but this is almost all of it i'd say #and now some ramblings about the graphics i made #isak and even is this SOFT in each and every fic on this list some poin #*on this list at some point or the other #and it's my fave screen-cap ever #also: i like it very much #they are sparkling #they are in a content bubble #bye

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So much more than ‘enough’

pairing: Peter x Reader

word count: 2,369

request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is having some personal weight issues (like being to big In their opinion) and they stop eating. And peter starts to take notice in the readers health? And peter gets upset? Just alot of angst…but I would love it if you’d write this! Thank you beautiful! 💖💘💕  @ nevaehsuga

warnings: this may have triggers, as the reader does not have a good body image. some angst. some bad writing and swearing this may be very cliche and i apologize, however this is for you lovely, :) enjoy

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It was another regular Monday, but you got a really cute shirt to go with your jeans over the weekend. As you put on your outfit you noticed one thing. Your jeans were too small for you. You were equally perplexed and shocked, as these were relatively new jeans that you got just a few months ago. This caused you to be worried on some extent, however you brushed it off, thinking maybe the jeans had shrunk in the wash or whatever.

Over the weeks you would notice how your things would become too small, and you had to buy new things that were a few sizes larger. You had always been quite slim your entire life so this change created quite an anxiety for you, making you more and more self-conscious by the day.

Just walking down the corridor with your boyfriend, Peter Parker, and you felt so much larger, compared to all the other slim girls in your grade. You are so fat compared to them, you thought, this is probably why Peter was getting busier and rarely comes over to see you. There are so many girls prettier than you, skinnier, smarter.

Your own mind was beating you down; you had to do something.

Your mom usually worked early shifts at the hospital, so it wasn’t hard to skip breakfast. You still ate just a little bit of lunch, so that Peter and Ned didn’t notice what you were doing. You skipped dinners, telling your mom that you already ate earlier before she came home from work. She didn’t at all find that strange, as she occasionally also took the night shift too; extra money couldn’t hurt anyone could it?

You were starving but you were still losing weight, so the thought of becoming the weight you were before outmatched the grumbling of your stomach. Now slowly you were losing a few pounds. At first it was a week, now it was two. At least you could fit back into some of your old clothes. You know it wasn’t good to do this for a long time, but a couple of weeks couldn’t hurt, right? Besides you ate a banana every time you were too tired or hungry, so you still were kind of eating.

One evening May had invited you to dinner, and you couldn’t say no as you were studying with Peter for English, because Peter sucked at it and he also had an test two days later while English was a subject you practically had superpowers in (you were a book nerd). May invited you to your favorite restaurant, as we all know May cant cook, and after not eating for so long you were practically carving something to eat.

“So how are things, Y/N? Peter has been quite busy with the Stark Internship, so guys didn’t have much time to hang out,” May asked you, curious to know about how you’ve been.

“I’m good, quite busy with my Art project actually,” you said, your stomach churning by the second you put food in your stomach. “How have you been May? Peter not too much trouble?” you teased, trying to cover up that you might throw up any moment.

“Well he’s a teenage boy so there goes that, but overall things are great, I had a change in my shift so I don’t have to get up so early in the morning now.”

“-Sorry, would you excuse me for a moment please.” You rushed out to the bathroom. Holding y with one hand and your other hand around your stomach you retched everything that went into your stomach out. You felt even worse than you had before. Your stomach was empty, there was a tear running down your cheek, and a volatile taste of vomit lingered in your mouth. You stood up on shaking legs, fatigue and sweat overwhelming your body. The cool water soothed you a bit as you washed your face. Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself down, put on a bit of makeup that you had before so that nothing would be different. This is for the better, you thought, I’ll be skinnier and prettier, so Peter won’t be ashamed to call me his girlfriend. You gave yourself a weak smile in the mirror, as a few sharp nocks rang out from the door.

“Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?” Peter’s concerned voice woken you back to reality as you replied back to him.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, don’t worry Peter, I’ll be right out.”

A week later on a Friday afternoon, you, Peter and Ned had a movie marathon night, during which May cooked a dinner that ultimately went to trash, not surprising anyone.

You guys ordered pizza, which you didn’t eat, saying that you had a full lunch. Ned shrugged but still gave you an absurd look, knowing that you probably loved pizza more than life. However Peter gave you a longer, lingering questioning look, which made you squirm just a little. Nevertheless this was soon forgotten after the movie started.

Peter opened his arms, and you crawled into them with a moment of hesitation, a toxic thought of if Peter thought that you were too fat or heavy. You lay in front of him with his arm under your neck playing with your hand and the other was softly brushing through your hair. Peter’s smell overwhelmed you and the soothing movements of your hand were lulling you to sleep.

You snoozed, and when you woke up the next movie was already playing, Ned wasn’t there-presumably went home as he had a curfew. You really needed the bathroom, so you stood up as carefully as you could without bothering Peter. As you started walking you abruptly became dizzy, your head spinning, and your stomach now throbbing fervently. Your legs became weak, and your vision blurred. Your knees gave out and you fell to the ground with a thud, startling Peter into awareness.

“Y/N? No, no no,” Peter called out as he ran over to you, “hey, Y/N look at me, wake up.”

You gave out no response, fear seeping into Peter as he carried you to his bed.

“What happening to you? Why won’t you talk to me?” Peter muttered to you, stroking your hair.

You groaned as you were gaining consciousness. You had fainted before, but never in front of anyone, nor did you hit your head hard enough to crack it before.

“Y/N?”

“Where am I?” you moaned, reaching with your hand to touch your head where you hit it. You were lying down in bed that had an unknown smell to you, but it felt like home. Your head and neck were propped up with two pillows and under you was a soft blanket in red and blue patterns. In front of you was sitting a handsome cute looking guy, who had a very fearful look on his face. His hair was in soft curls, and was sticking up a bit as if he had run his hands through in a few times in agitation. His eyes were a soft honey brown color, kind and warm, the kind that would make your heart melt. Whatever the case was, you did not understand why you were in strange bed, with a boy before you and a throbbing skull.

“Hey, we were having movie night remember? With Ned? May made inconsumable dinner that went to trash so we ordered your favorite pizza, remember? You fell asleep on me,” Peter rambled on, his large soft brown eyes agitatedly searching yours.

You couldn’t remember anything at all. Not the school you went to, not what your best friend looked like, but worst of all you didn’t remember who the beautiful boy fretting about you was. And it made your heart ache, even though you had though no idea why.

Staring at him blankly, you could see his heart break, feeling his pain as a tear strolled down his face. All you wanted was to take his pain away.

“What did you do to yourself?” he muttered to himself, his hand still stroking your cheek. Your mind didn’t remember him, but your heart did, and so it longed to be in his arms, and it kind of scared you.

“Do you remember your name?” he queried gently.

“Yes.”

Your voice was quiet, almost incoherent.

“Do you remember what you like to drink in the mornings, what your favorite song was and why it was your favorite? Or what you loved to do to embarrass me, or what you would do when you thought Ned and I were being stupid?” His voice was on the verge of agony, pain seeping through any movement he made.

However your blank stare seemed to kill him a little bit more, if that were possible

“Do you remember me?” the words came out as a croak, but his voice was beginning to come back to you.

You stared at him for a bit, watching another tear slip down his face at your silence, feeling your heart rupture once again for reasons unknown to you.

“P-Peter?”

He let out a large sigh of relieve, clutching your hand in his as he kissed your knuckles.

“What happened to you? What did you do to yourself?” His voice was desperate for answers, so much that you could still see how much he needed an explanation.

“It was nothing I just slipped and hit my head, so I passed out.” Your voice was so weak that you couldn’t believe yourself.

“Please don’t lie to me. You stopped eating lunch, you just pushed it round your plate. You couldn’t keep your dinner down when we went out to eat, and I thought that maybe you felt sick so then I would have taken you home and stayed with you, but you came out of the bathroom saying you were fine, while your legs were shaking and you were paler than snow. And today we ordered your favorite pizza and you didn’t even have a single slice, when normally you would eat the entire thing by yourself and would fight anyone if they tried to steal some. Now you can’t even stand. Please don’t lie to me sweetheart. Please.” The anguish in his voice now completely destroyed you. It made your heart stop at how much hurt you caused him.

“I stopped eating, because I gained weight and the more I saw those prettier girls in our grade, the more I thought I wasn’t good enough. I thought I was fat and ugly and just too big. You rarely ever spend time with me anymore, and we never go on dates, and it thought it was me and maybe you would prefer someone prettier and skinnier and smarter than me, like Liz and-“ your rambling was cut off by a slightly pissed off Peter.

“I thought you knew but now I know you don’t. Listen to me. There is no one else that I would want. You are stunning, and you aren’t just good enough. You are the best. You are so much more than ‘enough’. You are the most beautiful girl I have laid eyes on, yes. But I didn’t fall in love with you because you were beautiful. I fell in love you because you are kind, smart, headstrong, and because you were there for anyone who needed you. I fell in love with the girl who would buy a cup of tea and a cookie for the homeless man playing a trombone, because you thought no one deserved to live on the streets with no one with them, even though that meant you had to walk home because that money was your way home. I fell in love with the girl who would sit with new kid just because you didn’t want them sitting alone. You are gorgeous on the outside, but you are absolutely and completely disarming and bewitching on the inside.” His eyes were fierce, showing just how important it was for him that you understood him. They were also radiating affection and love.

“But-“

“No buts. I love you just how you are. To me, you are flawless.”

Your eyes widened as you registered what he said to you.

“You love me?”

“With every thing I have.”

Tears leaked from your eyes, as you still couldn’t believe what he said to you.

Peter softly wiped them away with his thumbs before kissing you on your forehead, both cheeks, and finally his lips landed on yours in a soft chaste loving kiss.

“Now that you know, lets go downstairs and feed you with some soup and nurse you back to health.” There was still pain in his eyes as he asked you one more question.

“How long?”

You cast your eyes down not wanting to look in his eyes as you answered his question.

“Three weeks.”

He let out a breath.

“Promise me. Promise me that you will never do something like this ever again. Promise me that you wont harm yourself on purpose again. It hurts me that you would ever do something like that. Promise me that you will never change for someone else’s benefit.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you,” Peter breathed out, relieved.

With an arm around you, Peter tried helped you stand up, however you were too weak, and stumbled.

“Fuck it.” Before you could ask, you let out a small shriek as Peter hoisted you up in his arms, and carried you to the living room bridal style.

“Besides, you’re not ‘big’ or ‘fat’ Y/N. When things get heated they expand, and so you are hot. Incredibly hot,” Peter murmured.

“That was so awful, Parker,” you giggled into his neck.

“I made you laugh,” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Also you are very comfortable to cuddle with. Can you imagine trying to cuddle with those skinny girls? It’ll be like trying to sleep on Mount Everest. Hard and rocky and cold.”

You giggled once again as he set you down on the sofa. Something wasn’t right. How could your skinny lanky Peter be able to carry you with not so much as a grunt?

“Peter.”

“Yeah”

“How are you so strong?”

“shit.”

#Peter Parker x plus sized!reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #plus size!reader #spider-man: homecoming #spiderman

[theassassinmusician-blog]

To:Crushie”SM Rookie”    From: Just Me

this is a glitched photo of you cos i don’t wanna show ur face to this website (even tho ur face is just right there at the lower left portion of the picture lol), it might attract more girls HAHAHAH kidding, but i glitched it just for some “anonymous” purposes and to respect ur image as a person.

Where to even begin, about this guy, Idk why i had the balls to blog about him but hey this is my purpose on tumblr, to type about my unsaid feelings hahaha. I met him in our school, we became blockmates at our 3rd term for the 1st semester. I couldn’t say it was “love at first sight” (ew much hahah) but like i felt this urge that i need to befriend you, in a way, let me pick your brain and get to know your thoughts, your face is always like a vaporwave, you can’t tell sht, it’s just a big mystery, all though you have other faces like you just insulted one of your friends, or to where you found something funny or cool. but nothing beats your blurry face. Hmmm....idk if i should describe you physically, but since this blog is about you, why not HAHAHA. the first day i saw you,you had this short wavy hair(but when  days passed by your hair grew longer and it’s like paul klein’s hair, but rn ,literally,  it’s a slick back,which suits you but i prefer the long hair one, cos i love boys with long hair especially if it’s wavy lol), your eyes that are like puppy eyes, round and innocent,Lips look like they are lips of the statues of Gods(you know those statues like Zeus’ or Achilles’, observe their lips, they look so tender!)soft looking and just the right one.your adam’s apple blending perfectly on your neck, not too big not too small, not too high and not too low(this descriptions is like he is the perfect human being ever,but i promise you, HE IS! HAHAHAH kidding, so yea i think that’s one the basics of him hahahah me describing his physical appearance)but crushie,your looks wasn’t the thing that triggered me, it was your vibe, you know those cool guys that are just really chill and like thinking deep thoughts and all the other kind of cool guy stuff, well you’re like that. i sometimes see you inside the classroom, i know this will sound funny but, you’re just sitting, i know a big what right?, but i really dont knooooow, the way you seat is like you’re not really seating on just some regular cheap ass school chair, but i  picture you in a bench by the park or just a simple log by the beach looking at the distance as the sun goes down, or how i saw you that time in the hallway while you guys were waiting for your turn to report your database(this was at our midterms) you lay down, you were like slacking -off on the floor while scrolling down your phone, i don’t picture you just laying on some floor but on some kind of grassy field and just feeling the wind breeze,it’s getting poetic, i know, but hey, that’s how i look at you.Every movement you do is with poise (although this term you’re getting kinda goofy, but still maintaining your poise). I don’t know if at this point i’m making sense but meh, this is just a blog to you. 2 terms passed by and our 2nd semester has started (yup we’re still classmates) we were beginning to become friends, it all started at chillout (it’s a bar around taft) yup, you know i was drunk hahaha, embarrassing right? i sat next to you guys and it just so happened that our other blockmate took-off, so we were left sitting right next to each other, and that’s when i started talking to you, i’m not gonna mention the things i’ve done or said during this time, it’s really quite long sooo  nvm then hahaha, this is just a remark on how we got to the point we were acquaintances already hahaha,but i’ll give you a hint, that night was the night a really became more curious about you, i know we talked a lot of sht,personal sht to be exact and yea, you are really one interesting guy, despite that at first you were just a mystery but now you’re opening your book, but not generally being really that open, just when you know if the vibe is “intellectual talk”. I also realized how artsy you are, you’re great with digital art, film making,photography, and even in drawing(saw you sketching last time at our cathwor class, like UGH i can’t even HAHAHAH).Also i discovered that you play the guitar too! like that really hit me holy sht, i saw you snapped a tab sheet for a song and i was like “holy fcker” HAHAAHAHAH, i easily get triggered by people who can play an instrument cos i love music and love playing the guitar often, plus you posted on instagram, you played chocolate by The 1975, twas cute hahaha. soo yeaa, artsy,but also weird, you tend to laugh at the smallest things sometimes and make weird dance moves whenever you hear hype music or just make this face you always do that your mouth is circular and a face of poker face HAHAHAHAH lol (guess the Lord spilled a pinch of outlandish salt in you hehehe). anyways, i have a lot of stories to tell about the times we’ve spent together, but i think this is enough hahaha, fast forwarding it to right now, we’re still ayt, our friendship still remains,all though we’re at the stage of insulting one another and pulling some jokes, nothing’s changed at all, except for the fact that i think you have a girl now lol, but it’s okay, a girl like me doesn’t even stand a chance on you, but it’s okay too cos i have no plans on wanting (if ever in a very parallel of parallel universes) to be your girlfriend (but yea as mentioned on the other openclose parenthesis, if u want i would gladly be obliged HAHAHAHAHAAHAH jk), furthermore tho, i hope that you’re still you, even tho i haven’t known the real you, i’m expecting that you’re not just some other cliche dude, that only prioritizes non-sense sht all the time (you get what i mean).

Anyways i think that’s it, this is just nothing but it’s good to let this one come out hahahaah. Hope to know you more crushie.

#crush #crush stories #lovely #drama #love letters #appreciation letter #different