#nice bout of rain today

[lavenderstobins]

It's the third day in a row that Wayne Munson has seen the girl in the diner.

Usually, he doesn't pay attention to new faces. He's been frequenting the diner for some years now and there's often ones he doesn't recognise: people passing through Hawkins, visiting family, etc.

The girl has caught his attention, though. She's sitting tucked into the far corner of the diner, a glass of water in front of her and nothing else. She's wearing the same t-shirt and flannel shirt she'd been wearing yesterday, and the day before, he's pretty sure. She didn't order any food yesterday; she hasn't ordered any food today.

Bev likes to joke he has a sense for kids who need help. Says there's an alarm in his head that makes him worry himself sick whenever there's a waif in need.

She's sitting next to him now, one eyebrow raised. He sighs. Waif in need alarm, indeed.

"What's the deal with the kid?" he murmurs, nodding subtly in the girl's direction.

Bev shrugs. "Beats me. That's Robert's girl, that's all I know."

He frowns. "Robert?"

"Nurse. Took good care of me when my knee went bad." She takes a swig of coffee, her eyes going sad. "Died, oh, maybe eight months back."

Wayne looks back at the girl. She's staring down at her half-empty glass of water. Tucked under the table there's a bulky-looking backpack.

"She got family?"

"Just her mother, far as I know. Met her a couple of times, too. 'Nother nurse. Seems nice enough."

"Hmph." Wayne turns back to his coffee. Ain't his business, he tells himself firmly. He should focus on his lunch.

When he gets up to pay, he glances once more in the girl's direction. He'll give it a couple of days, he decides. If she's still here then, still in the same clothes, he'll see if she's alright.

—

Wayne doesn't even last the day.

He's on his way home from work when he sees movement in a phonebox on the side of the road. The road's empty aside from him, and it's raining, and the sky's getting dark, so it immediately strikes him as odd. When he sees it's the teenage girl from earlier, he nearly crashes his truck with how hard he hits the brakes.

She's huddled down in the phonebox, clasping the backpack he'd noticed. She looks sodden. It had been raining heavier earlier; from the looks of it, she'd been caught in it. Her hair's plastered to her face and she's shivering.

He's winding down his window before his brain's even caught up to the movement. He's actually not sure how to go about it, very conscious of the fact that it's just the two of them out here and she's a teenage girl while he's an old man.

Feeling very much like he's approaching a wild animal, he clears his throat. "You okay, miss?"

The girl jumps, her head jerking up. She looks at him with wild eyes, wide and afraid. She reminds him of Eddie the day he showed up on his doorstep, timid and small.

"I'm f—fine." Her teeth chatter as she speaks. Where is this girl's mother? Where are her guardians?

"You need to call someone? I got a couple o'quarters, I think."

She shakes her head. Wayne frowns. Something ain't sitting right with him.

"You waiting on your ma?"

To his horror, her face crumples, and she buries her face in her arms. He's out of the truck like a shot, rushing over to find her shoulders heaving.

"Now, now—" He's panicking, admittedly. She can't be much younger than Eddie is.

"She—She—" the girl sobs. "She kicked me out and I—I don't have anywhere to go and it's so cold and wet and—and—"

A bout of rage washes over him. He pushes it down, tugging his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders. It doesn't have a hood, but it's dry. Christ, she must be soaked to the bone.

"Listen," Wayne starts, hesitating almost immediately. It's an insane suggestion from a strange man; he doesn't want to scare her off, but he doesn't want her spending the night in this phonebox, either. "I got a kid about your age. My Eddie. You come to mine and we can get you sorted out, okay? Or—Or I can find you a motel room, or something."

Sniffling, the girl looks up at him, wrapping herself up in his jacket. "Is that... is that okay?"

His heart breaks. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course."

She stands, wobbly, still clutching her backpack. She's soaked through like he'd thought, and she shivers once she's in the front seat. He's quick to turn the heating up, starting the truck again, and for a moment he's furious: her immediate agreement, the lack of hesitation about getting into a vehicle with a strange man, makes him boil with hatred towards this girl's mother.

The journey's quiet and, thankfully, not too long. Wayne ushers her into the trailer, already preparing to make a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Eddie's out at Jeff's for band practice, so he says, but Wayne knows him well enough to know he'll come home stinking of weed.

The girl stands awkwardly in the living room, still shivering. It occurs to him, suddenly, that he doesn't even know her name.

Still. An issue for later. He focuses on the hot chocolate. Once it's ready, he hands it over to her, and doesn't miss how eagerly she accepts it.

Only then does he broach the subject. "What's your name, miss?"

She's quiet a moment, cradling the mug in her hands. "It's Robin. Uh, Robin, sir."

"None of that 'sir' business," he says gruffly. "Name's Wayne. Eddie'll be home later but you can have his bed if you need a place to stay for the night."

This might be the most he's spoken in years, trying desperately to come across as reassuring. It breaks his heart how trusting she's being, though.

"Thank you." Robin goes quiet, her fingers curling around the handle of the mug. "I, um, I can pay you back for the ride—"

He waves a hand, frowning. "None of that. I'd like to think if it were my Ed in your shoes, someone would be there for him like this."

She manages a small smile. She's still in her soaking clothes. He hustles over to Eddie's room, raiding the drawers for whatever looks most comfortable. Eddie won't complain, he knows.

Robin gratefully accepts the clothes. He goes back into Eddie's room to give her privacy, unsure exactly how long to wait. There's that stereotype that women take forever to change, right? It must hold some truth.

He gives it an hour, just to be safe. When he emerges, he finds that she's curled up on the couch, out like a light. His jacket's pulled up to her chin like a blanket.

Waif in need alarm. He sighs. Bev's right after all. He won't be surprised if this situation resolves with him having another kid in his care.

Well, Eddie always wanted a sister, anyway.

#wayne adopts robin au #stranger things #wayne munson #robin buckley #eddie munson #my writing #st ficlet #st fic #this ran away from me so unbelievably badly #my wips

[luveline]

could you write something with kisses before dinner where avery feels like she’s not your your steve’s favourite and she gets upset?

for you my love! dad!steve x pregnant!mom!you. 3.7k

Steve gives Bethie's hand a tug. "Come on, this way." 

Bethie follows without complaint, her rain boots smacking the sidewalk with each step. Steve keeps checking to make sure the umbrella's covering her, though there's little need for his worrying when she's wearing her rain mac, a scarf, and a super thick sweater under her coat.  

It's a very short walk to the door for Avery's classroom. She and the other first graders get called out one by one from a huge door that exits a cubby room. Steve stands where he always does, out of the way from most but close enough that Avery doesn't have to look far. 

Steve hadn't always wanted kids. When he was sixteen, he thought that having children might be the worst thing in the world, not because he'd ever been around any kids that weren't worth loving, but because they acted like a sort of glue, sticking you to another person. But he got older, and he realised he wanted to be stuck, and then he realised there isn't any glue to children, they can't serve as an adhesive that binds you to someone. You either love your partner or you don't (of course, it's a little more complicated than that) and children are usually separate. 

Steve met you. He loved you more than he ever loved another person. And then you had Avery, and Bethie, and Dove, and he somehow loved you more for it. It's immeasurable. 

Steve loves you, and he loves his kids most of all. You wouldn't be offended, you feel the same —kids are a different kind of love. 

It's why being out in the rain doesn't matter. Bethie's hand is warm where he covers it in his, and when she gives a little shiver he crouches down to rub her shoulders, knowing it doesn't help but wishing it did.

He's so excited to see Avery he can't describe it right, and it doesn't make any sense because he saw her seven hours ago at drop off when she kissed him goodbye and ran away to go play races with her friends. Since then, he's taken Bethie to her doctor’s check up, chased Dove around the house for a bath, put on a load of washing, made dinner preparations, done the dishes, all while acting as a willing serf for a moderately pregnant you on bed rest after a bout of high blood pressure. All of those anxieties and chores and exhaustions —he wouldn't have it any other way— and still he's geared up to see his oldest. 

Avery usually runs out of the door like she's on springs, but today she's only walking. Steve groans as he stands up properly, beckoning for Avery to come and stand under the umbrella as he calls, "Hey, Avey-bear, where's your water bottle?" 

She only has her lunch box. 

"I think it's lost forever," she says, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

He can't hug her with his hands full, but he gives her the best 'dad loves you' look that he can muster, his most adoring smile. "You think so? Don't worry, we'll fix it."

"It's not broken," she says. 

"I just mean that we'll find it or I'll buy you another one." Avery holds her hand up. "Take your sisters, baby.”

"I wanna be under the umbrella," she whines. 

Steve doesn't blame her. The rain is coming down heavier by the minute, and she doesn't have a nice sweater on like Beth. The weather wasn't as unpleasant this morning. 

"You can hold it if you don't stab me in the eye," he says. 

"Yes! Please please please," she says, accepting the umbrella he passes with a charmingly pleased smile. 

They walk through the playground, the winding path to the parking lot and between cars. Steve picks Bethie up and carries her from the parking lot onward, worried she'll pull away. Avery tells him about her day without prompting, the umbrella jabbing him in the hips and stomach occasionally. 

"We're making cards tomorrow for them, do you think the old people like cards?" she asks as they approach the car. 

"I think they'll love your card."

Steve unlocks the doors and pulls Avery's open first. He takes the umbrella from her and she climbs into her car seat with a load of thunking and huffing. Steve didn't think it through, there's the umbrella to shake dry, car seat straps to click, and his arms are still full of Beth, who's been her usual quiet self the entire time. 

"You okay, Beth?" he asks her. 

"I'm cold," she murmurs. 

Steve can't have that. He pushes the umbrella into the footwell by Avery's feet and water flecks the poor girl's jeans, but at least he has a hand free to click together her car seat strap. She lifts her head for a kiss and he doesn't recognise it until the door's shutting between them. 

He winces and rushes to Bethie's side. "Sorry, babe," he says when he opens the door, putting Beth in her seat with ease. Avery pouts at him. "I'll give you a kiss when we get home, I'm sorry, my head's not screwed on tight enough right now. I'm just rushing to get back to mom." 

Avery blows hair out of her face, annoyed. 

The drive home is nice and slow. Steve's cargo is too important to rush and risk hydroplaning. Bethie's asleep by the time they get home as he hoped she would be, and Avery is itching for the bathroom. He lets her out first and she sprints away before he can get a kiss. 

Steve scoops Bethie up and whacks his head on the car roof. He does it every single time he tries to get her out, and he stands there with the rain pounding his back, sucking air in through his teeth. "Sugar," he whispers.

He pulls Bethie securely to his chest, locks the car and climbs the short step into the house, head pounding. He's unsurprised and horrified to see you up in the kitchen making Avery a cup of juice, Dove propped on your baby bump like a perfectly sized seat. 

"Not okay," he says, hands covering Bethie's ears as he closes the front door behind him. "Go sit down now. I'm not kidding. Right now." 

"Steve–" 

"Y/N," he says, real annoyance in his voice. He doesn't like bossing you around, doesn't like being a jerk, but you can't mess with bed rest, not so far along. It's not even the baby he's thinking about, it's you. "Go lay down, please." 

You smile guiltily. "I'm feeling better." 

Avery looks like she's the one who's had the telling off when you leave. She sips from her juice cup and won't meet his eyes, her sleeves dark with water. She has a bad habit of not rolling them up when she washes her hands, and Steve always sighs when he sees it. 

Your home is oddly shaped. When you first walk in, you can see up the stairs to the right, and you can see straight down the hall to the kitchen, and you can also see into the living room to the left. The living room leads into the kitchen, too, which means there's double the baby gates. 

Steve puts Bethie down on the big bean bag by the windows and finds you laying down on the L-shaped couch, Dove content where she sits by your hip. Your hands play with the thin blonde wisps of hair at her neck. The longer it grows the darker it becomes. 

"Sorry for worrying you," you say, not looking at him. "I really do feel better." 

"I'm glad you do, but you know it's not one of those things that works on feelings," Steve says. He rubs his forehead, and then he drops his hand against his thigh in defeat. "Sorry for being snappy. You freaked me out." 

"I have to get up sometimes. To pee and stuff," you say. "Will you get Ave her juice? She wants Mapap." 

"What? For what?" he asks. 

Dove turns in her seat to look at Steve like she's surprised he's here. Then, in a startling turn of events, she babbles happily. "Daddy," she says, holding up her hands. "Home." 

"I'm home," he agrees sweetly. 

"Daddy," she says again. 

Dove loves Steve, but she's always had a preference for her mom. When you're working, Dove is more than happy to spend her days in Steve's arms, in his lap, some days she's stuck to him like a leech, but you walk through the door and she's immediately team Mom. It makes sense, she must miss you while you're away. For the first time in a while, Dove's had to miss Steve instead. 

He picks her up with a huge beaming smile and kisses her cheek, still chubby with baby fat. "You're happy to see me?" he asks against her skin. 

"I think she has a tummy ache." 

"Dove?" Steve asks, folding a curl behind Dove's ear. 

"Avery." You grimace. "Are you sure I can't stand up? I feel fine." 

"Don't get up." Steve gives Dove another kiss and says to her, "I love you, I'll be right back. Please still love me." 

Dove curls into your chest when Steve puts her down in a way that says she certainly won't still love him when he returns, but she enjoyed the hug. 

Steve almost trips in the doorway to the kitchen over a teddy bear. Avery eyes him reproachfully, her glass of juice a quarter filled. 

"Mommy says you have a tummy ache. Let's get you some medicine, yeah?" Steve asks.

"It's okay." 

"It stopped hurting?" 

"No," Avery says, frowning. She looks to be on the sudden verge of tears as kids tend to be.

Steve attempts to rescue her. "Okay, baby. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. Avery puts her glass on the counter and walks into his arms, a sad sound squeezed from her as he carries her to the kitchen table. He sits her on a table mat, ducking to be the same height as her eyes, his hands finding a gentle home on her small shoulders. "What's the situation, honey? What kind of pain is it?" 

"It feels weird," she says quietly. 

"Throw up weird?" he asks, the most important port of call. 

"No."

"You sure?" he asks.

Avery shakes her head. Steve doesn't think she'll throw up, but she looks so unhappy that he frowns at her, rubbing the nape of her neck. "What's the pain feel like?"

"Just hurts."

"Okay. I'll get you some Mapap, honey. What would make you feel better? A cuddle?" He leans forward to whisper, "Are you feeling gassy? Maybe you need a burp." 

"No, dad," she says. She must be feeling awful, she doesn't laugh. Burps are always funny.

Steve grabs the Mapap from the fringe and tips it onto a spoon. "Here," he murmurs, passing her the last of her juice so she's ready to chase the odd taste of her medicine away. 

Avery hesitates to open her mouth. 

She has the same eyes as Steve, and right now they're filled with a look hasn't seen in his own for years. He's not sure what to make of it. She doesn't look sick, she looks sad, really sad, driving Steve to a new kind of panic. 

"I'll take some with you," he says. 

"Really?" she asks. 

It's kids Mapap —he could drink the bottle and still have a backache afterward. "Yeah, really really. You want me to go first or second?" 

She deliberates. "First." 

Steve lifts the spoon of medicine to his nose. He knows he should pretend it's delicious, no big deal, but he sniffs it suspiciously, touching the tip of his tongue to it and wincing dramatically at the taste. 

"I get a hug after this, right?" he asks. 

Avery laughs. "Yeah, dad." 

He raises his brows, as if to say, Well, in that case, and takes the medicine. It's a fake strawberry flavour and disgusting but he pretends it's only sort of bad. 

Avery offers him her cup of juice as soon as he takes the spoon out. She's lovely. 

Steve makes another cup of juice and another spoon of medicine. Avery takes it without any hesitation, going as far as to say, "It's not that bad." 

Steve's thankful for the reprieve. He really hadn't been liking the way Avery looked like she was feeling. He scoops her up as though she weighs nothing (she grows like a bamboo shoot every summer, but Steve is strong) and carries her to the living room, where you're half asleep now and Dove's definitely not, her short fingers petting your neck. 

"She's sleeping," Dove tells Steve factually as he sits. 

Avery leans against Steve's chest. 

"I'm not sleeping," you mumble, "just my Dove is being so nice to me." 

"Well, not to make anyone jealous or anything, but Avery promised me a prime time kiss. Like, a huge one." 

"No I didn't," Avery says, confused.

"Yes you did, don't be a meanie. I meant to give you one in the car, 'member?" 

"Oh," Avery says, "right." 

Steve gets his kisses and a great big cuddle, hugging his eldest baby as close as he can. The TV plays one of Dove's favourite movies and you fall asleep, snoring and drooling at once, dribbling from the corner of your mouth. It seeps into the cushion you've underneath you. Dove laughs and points it out to Steve and Avery. Avery's a sweetheart, so she wipes your drool away and pushes a fingertip into your lips until you close your mouth. 

Dove climbs off of you and wanders over to Bethie. "Leave her alone, Dove," Steve warns. 

Dove gives him a, Who, me? look and climbs onto the bean bag, to Steve's annoyance. Luckily, Dove's feeling nice, and she doesn't wake her sister. She lays down beside her and loosely holds her hand, and after half an hour, everyone's asleep besides Steve and Avery. 

He can't help looking at you constantly, worried you're gonna get sick and he won't notice. He's worrying the same thing about Ave.

He's too obvious. 

"Is mom okay?" Avery asks. 

"Mom's okay. Are you worrying?" he asks. 

"You're worrying," Avery says. 

"I know mom's gonna be okay, I can promise you she's fine," he says. "But it's like you. You're not feeling very well and it makes me worry, but I know you'll be okay." 

Avery doesn't say anything, rubbing her nose against his collar. 

"Do you believe me?" he asks. 

"About what?"

"About everything, I guess." 

"Yeah," she says. Steve gives her shoulder a little pat.

"Okay, good. Mom is fine, and baby's fine, and we'll all be okay as long as she rests up. And your tummy stops hurting, duh." 

Avery isn't cheered up by his doting, sweet tones. She stays flat as a pancake on his chest and doesn't move an inch for a while. Steve waits. He knows Avery like the back of his hand. She has something she wants to say, or tell him, or ask. 

"Dad?" she whispers. 

"Yeah?" 

"Is it okay to be nobody's favourite?" 

"What?" 

Avery hides her face. 

Steve encourages her back out again, gently carding through her hair. "What do you mean?" he asks.

Her bottom lip trembles. "Dove is mommy's favourite, and your favourite is Beth, so who's favourite am I?" she asks. 

"You're my favourite," he says on automatic.

"But you can only have one," she says, glaring at him. 

"That's not how this works, you're my girls. You're my daughters. You're all my favourites." 

"You love Bethie most." 

Steve wants to say, Of course I don't, how could you think that? He wants to say, Avery, don't be silly. He wants to say, That's not true, because it genuinely isn't.

"I'm so sorry," he says instead. 

Avery sniffs. "Why?" 

"Ave, I'm so sorry. That's not what you're supposed to think, I– honey, why do you think I love Bethie most?" he asks. "It's not true, I adore your sister, but I love you the same. I love you so much it made my heart actually get bigger," Steve says, rushing to explain it, wanting there to be no doubt. "When you were born, it was the best day of my life. The best day of my life." 

"You and Beth are always snuggling," Avery says. Steve has to strain to hear her.

"Your sister loves hugs, and I love giving them to her," he agrees. "Do you wish we hugged more often?" 

She nods. He nods back. 

"Then we will. I promise." 

"I want to be your favourite," she says. 

"Avery," he sighs. "You are. It's hard to explain it, but I love you and Bethie and Dove and even the baby all the same." 

Avery starts crying. Steve had known it was going to happen, and it still feels like a whack to the chest, flat-palmed. 

"Is this why your tummy hurts?" he asks quietly. 

"I want to be your favourite," she says again, cheeks shining with tears. "I want to be mom's favourite, it's not fair."

"You're my favourite singer," he says. 

Avery frowns.

"You're my favourite singer. You're my favourite at putting her socks on. You're my favourite pancake maker, my favourite–" 

"It's not the same," Avery says.

Steve takes her hands in his. "Yes it is! You're my favourite girl just like your sisters, but if that's not good enough, you're my favourite at so much other stuff, Ave. You have my favourite smile, and do my favourite dances. I'm really sorry you think you're no one's favourite," he says, aching. "I promise you, me and your mom love you so much it's weird." 

"You promise?" she checks. 

"I promise. Cross my heart." 

Avery sniffles. Steve wipes her warm cheeks with the side of his hand, tucking her hair behind her ears. She's his mirror. If there's one thing Steve wanted, it was that she would never feel how he felt growing up. 

"I can make it up to you, sweetheart, you tell me what it is that makes you upset and I can fix it. Will you tell me, please?" 

Avery tells him in little fits and starts. It's nothing done maliciously, ever, but he can heartbreakingly see why Avery might have stacked all of these things together and started wondering what's wrong. Bethie gets super tired in the early evenings, and when she's tired she clings, hoarding Steve's affection for herself; Dove's young enough to be a handful, hoarding yours. There's the missed kiss in the car after school, and a hug that didn't include her at breakfast. A few days ago, you said to Dove, "Mom needs a kiss from her favourite girl." You had no idea Avery was awake, and you didn't mean it with even a drop of cruelty, but it doesn't matter. Avery took it to heart, and she's been upsetting herself with it ever since. 

"Do you want to talk to mom?" he asks her, stroking her cheek with his knuckle. 

"I don't know…" 

"I can talk to her for you, if you want to. Or we can talk to her together. She'll be really sorry, honey, I promise. You know mommy doesn't have a mean bone in her body." 

You wake up not too long after that, dragging yourself into a sluggish sleeping position, hand on your bump. "Woah, she's kicking me." 

You look up to them with a huge smile, evidently excited to show them, hand already in the hem of your shirt and pulling up, but you notice their matching frowns and say, "What's wrong?" 

Steve explains. Avery looks at your bump rather than your face as he does, barely reacting to his hand stroking her hair back. 

"Oh," you say, pouting gently, eyebrows pinching together, "Avery, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean she's my only favourite, that's not–" You hold your hand out for her. "Sorry, baby. I've really upset you, haven't I?"

Avery squeezes her eyes closed and nods. 

"I bet that was really sad, thinking you weren't our favourite girl," you murmur, voice imbued with apology, sympathy, and an overflowing measure of love. 

"It's okay," Avery says.

"It wasn't just your fault," Steve says to you. "It was me too." 

"Can I come and lie on you?" Avery asks.

Your eyes light with relief. "Yes, yeah. Don't kick my tummy, okay?" You pull Avery onto your front. She's cautious not to dig a knee into your bump but otherwise collapses boneless into your arms. 

Parents make literally hundreds and thousands of mistakes just like kids do. Steve knows he hadn't meant to hurt Avery, but he did, and he feels overwhelmingly depressed about it. Being a dad is the only thing he's ever been good at. This is his biggest screw up to date.

You have your eyes closed, your face against Avery's pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Blindly, you squeeze Steve's arm.

"I love you so much, Avery," you say. "Thanks for telling us how you're feeling. You're always brave."

"I'm not," Avery says. All the love and affection is finally getting to her. She sounds bashfully pleased rather than sad now, hugging your neck extra tight. 

"You are!" You pull Steve toward you. "Dad knows. Isn't she just the best in the world?" 

Steve covers her back with his arm. The youngest both snore unawares on the big bean bag, the TV flickering with the static at the end of the movie. He should've started dinner an hour ago, but he doesn't feel hungry.

"You're the nicest, strongest, kindest girl I've ever met," Steve says. He's laying it on thick, and every word is true. 

"What about me?" you joke. 

"You're fine."

"Dad!" Avery laughs, turning her head to smile at him reproachfully. "You can't say that, tell the truth!" 

"You're joint first best," he corrects. He covers his mouth with his hand, whispering to Avery, "But you're the very very best, Ave." 

Her eyes go soft, straight lashes kissing in the outer corners as she smiles. "Thanks, dad."

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My Friend's Toyota III

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~8.9k words

Warnings: Jealous Harry, a little pugnacious today. Nothing crazy, I hope. Mostly silly fluff

This is a bit all over the place. (A filler episode, if you will.) The next (and last part) will be more put together I promise.

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She brought their hands to her cold lips and kissed the back of his hand. Harry was certain he was going to start sweating with how warm the gesture was and he couldn’t bring himself to care about how ridiculous it all was.

When the seasons change / Can I still hold your hand? / When we get rain / can I teach you how to dance? / It’s not even November, yet she’s worried ‘bout December / If I can have her in my arms / she won’t worry ‘bout the winter

“This feels ridiculous,” she said to Allie’s ear and tugged at the skirt of her dress, so it bunched in her hand, and she could press it to the outside of her thigh. She wanted the fabric to stretch lower. The chill in the air slid up her legs and under her skirt and it was almost icy. “It’s freezing out.”

“This is sweatshirt weather at best. Have another drink and we’ll stand by the fire,” she giggled. But without Harry to steal a drink from the fridge she didn’t have much choice of drinking.

“I know it’s lame, Al, but I want to study,” she practically groaned. “I haven’t a clue what’s going on in class. I was sick all week. I’m super behind.”

Allie snorted and shook her head. “So just take Harry’s notes and ask him.”

“I’m the one that helps him.”

“Sweetie. You’re twenty-one. It’s Halloweekend. We’re drinking and getting candy from cute college guys.”

The only cute college guy she wanted to see was Harry. But Harry was working and wouldn’t be out till much later. He was insistent that she stay out long enough so he could see her costume. “It’s not special...” she told him, her cheeks reddening at his request. “It... it won’t be like other people’s costumes on Halloween. Even Allie said it was cuter than it was sexy,” she admitted thinking of the Risky Business trio Allie was going to be part of for the evening. She scuffed her shoe on the tile floor outside her Sociology class when Harry inquired about the weekend. She had skipped last Thursday and Tuesday to recover from the cold she had. The sniffle punctuated how childish she felt. Harry was able to read between the lines; she wasn’t planning on wearing little to the imagination like many chose to do so. Allie assured her it was still sexy—in it’s own way—but not too sweet; she wouldn’t look out of place.

But she knew the truth. It would look cute and wholesome on her. That was how the guy described her last Halloween while she was working at a bar down south. Down there she could dress with little layering. She didn’t, but she specifically remembered serving a guy that was drunk and flirty. “I could take you home to Mom in that.”

It was her least favorite pickup line, but she knew it was true. It probably didn’t help that it was an angel costume. But it had always been that way. People like Allie dressed adorably and sexily. Allie, and others more confident than she was, were asked to go home for the night with someone they just met. She was asked to babysit or meet a parent. “I bet you’ll look...” he chuckled and pinched his lip between his thumb and finger as he scanned her up and down. He shook his head and smiled at her as her cheeks flamed at his scan. Despite the fact they had kissed and slept in the same bed (and nothing more) for several nights in the last couple weeks, Harry looking at her like she was... beautiful made her feel completely flushed and overwhelmed. It was insane that someone as popular, someone as handsome, someone so nice on top of everything else, liked her. “I can’t wait t’see it,” he promised. “Should I dress t’match you?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” he smiled. “Want everyone t’know you’re all mine.”

She had to bite the inside of her lip to keep herself from smiling large enough to break her cheeks wide open. “I’ll send you the link,” she offered.

Now she had to wait another two hours before Harry was off work and on his way. Allie was already on drink number three and there were still no s’mores supplies by the fire. Even on Halloweekend. It was a real shame. Next time she was going to bring her own.

“But it’s cold,” she whined to Allie.

“Sweetie, it’s not even November. You’re going to need so many layers by the time we get to December.”

No wonder she was sick all week. The chill in the air was killing her. Harry was so kind and while he wanted to dote on her way more than he got to, she was insistent. The kind of insistent he didn’t want to argue with just yet—maybe down the line when they had dated for longer than two weeks. He brought her soup from work and as much as Allie tried to convince her to let Harry stay and wait on her, she was sure she didn’t need Harry getting sick on her behalf. Allie gave Harry a sad smile and a look in her eye that said I tried. For which he was grateful to have her best friend on his side.

*

Allie was the kind of person to talk to anyone that approached her. Like long lost friends. With her long-tanned legs on display, that meant there were a lot more people to chat with her. The remaining two of her trio came and went to take pictures and make appearances. She was able to chat with most anyone as well, but her introverted self, preferred a one-on-one kind of chat. It also helped when she wasn’t so cold.

The only person she spoke to between those moments of chatting with Allie’s friends, was the freshman pledge standing by the fire, aptly dressed as a firefighter—no shirt of course.

“You come here with her frequently,” he noted when Allie scampered off to dance to the unofficial Risky Business theme song inside with her friends. She enjoyed the warmth because she swore her dress was getting shorter by the second for her southern blood.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend,” she cleared her throat. “Are you stuck on fire duty all year?”

He snorted through his sarcastic little laugh but held a kind smile. He looked so young. She thought being twenty-one was young and somehow this eighteen-year-old guy may as well have been thirteen. “No, just the semester,” he sighed. “Thankfully,” he shook his head. “When you’re not here, you should see some of the things I see.”

She laughed softly. “I can imagine.”

“Do you know anyone besides Allie?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Well, Niall... adjacently,” she amended and shrugged. “He’s friends with my...” she cleared her throat again awkwardly. Harry technically wasn’t her boyfriend. But she didn’t know what to say, suddenly. “With... my friend.”

The guy smiled to himself picking up some empty cups around the fire and tossed them into a nearby bin. She helped as well, bending gracefully so as not to show off her butt. Her knees were stiff with cold, and it felt like her skin was going to break open. “Oh, you mean Harry,” he chuckled. “I was wondering about that status. Everyone is really,” he smirked knowingly. “You’re different than his usual kind of friend,” he didn’t mean anything by it. Just making conversation. But his comment made her heart feel like it weighed about six hundred pounds and sank directly to her feet. She shouldn’t have given it a second thought. Obviously, he wasn’t around long enough to know Harry’s motives or type or anything. Anything he said was basically a rumor. Clearly, her silence was noteworthy. “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you,” his voice was remorseful and sweet. Especially for an eighteen-year-old. “You just hear a lot by the fire,” he shrugged. “The guy is crazy about you,” he reminded her. “I know I’m just a freshman pledge, but I see a lot. I hear a lot.”

“What was your name again?” She asked. Simultaneously, she wanted the conversation to stop but also wanted to know who he was later on when she had time to ask Allie and her friends. Or even Niall.

He stuck his hand out. “Kyle,” he offered while she shook his hand firmly.

“Kyle,” she repeated. “Well, thank you for keeping me company. Next time, I think we should have s’mores.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “My pleasure. You’re fun to talk to,” he smiled. “If Harry didn’t look like he was ready to kill me I would continue the conversation, but,” he pointed behind her and he gave her a wave. “I’ll bring s’mores next time. See ya around,” he meandered back to his station but shifted to the other side of the fire, avoiding Harry’s vision.

She turned to see Harry, pants with the 1960’s themed flower-pants decorating his legs, a brown suede tasseled vest—no shirt, circle glasses with colored lenses, and a chunky peace necklace hung around his neck. The pendant touched just above his navel. How he wasn’t freezing was beyond her. Even in her own dress, long sleeves, with the matching pattern of Harry’s pants, she was nearly shivering because of her bare legs. All those years her mom forced her to wear a jacket while trick or treating—when it was downright warm—were wasted. She wished for a jacket now.

“Hey,” she smiled sweetly.

“Hey, kitten,” he cooed, the irritation in his eyes still just behind the surface. “Y’look beautiful. Y’should wear a flower crown all the time,” he put a hand on her side and kissed her forehead in greeting. Immediately the stares ensued.

“How was work?” She asked.

“Fine, long. Lots of tips tonight,” he grinned, a spark of excitement replacing the irritation immediately. “Can take y’to the fancy restaurant now.”

His hand didn’t move from her side. It warmed her freezing cold body more than the fire did. “We don’t have to do that, Harry. You can save your money. But it does sound nice,” she smiled sweetly.

Harry stepped closer to her. Somehow. She was a good half a foot shorter, even with the chunky heels on that came with the costume. But he still had to bend his neck forward a bit to reach her ear. His hands were on her waist, cupping her hips and she wanted nothing more than to leave this place and snuggle up to him in bed. “I think y’look so sexy,” he whispered.

She blushed, giggled, and shook her head. “I look like I’m about to take the kids I’m babysitting out trick or treating.”

His nose bumped her temple. “No way, kitten. Too sexy t’have a gaggle of kids t’watch on Halloween,” he kissed her head again.

She rested her hands on his bare chest. He was warm. Not cold at all. “Aren’t you cold?” She asked. He chuckled, pulling from her and then wrapping an arm snuggly around her waist. Honestly, pressed to his unclothed skin was the first time in hours she hadn’t felt so cold.

“No, love,” he shook his head. “Have you been freezing?”

“Yes, extremely,” she smiled knowingly. “It’s parka weather.”

He laughed heading toward the house. “It’s barely sweatshirt weather.”

“That’s what Allie said.”

“Where is Miss Allie?”

“Umm...dancing I think,” she sighed. “I envy her confidence.”

Harry pressed his lips to the top of her head, kissed her temple, and smiled against her hair. “Think you’re perfect,” he murmured. No “just as you are” or “like this” was uttered afterwards. It seemed he really meant it.

*

“Hey!” She naturally perked up. It was between classes—her class at noon was cancelled and she didn’t need to be across campus for another hour. Normally, she scarfed down a protein bar and swung into the coffee shop within one of the dining halls to get another caffeinated beverage to hold her over in the afternoon. It was nice to sit and work on her assignments for a bit. She was lucky to get notes from all her classes—one of her peers in each of them was willing to help her out. She emailed her professors as well explaining how she felt like lukewarm death, and she would stay on top of things and be back on track before they knew it. So really, it was nice to have an extra break between her classes to help her get caught up a little more.

But the voice cut through the din of the dining hall and she looked up to see Kyle.

“Oh, hey, Kyle,” she smiled. She cleared a space at the table and gestured for him to sit.

“I never see you at this time,” he noted. She nodded, explained how her class was cancelled and she was getting caught up since she was sick last week. “How was the rest of your Halloweekend?”

It was lovely. Harry bought her a boatload of candy—so many mini bags of Twix bars and they watched three scary movies that had her snuggled close to him for most of the weekend. Harry made special drinks that looked like green, orange, and purple potions. It was adorable, festive, and just really enjoyable. “It was good,” she grinned, thinking about it fondly. “How was yours? Stuck by the fire?”

He laughed dropping his bag beside the table. “Yeah, basically.”

“Do you want to go get food or something? I’ll be here for a while,” she offered.

“Yeah, thanks, that would be great actually. I’ll be right back.”

While he was gone, she checked her phone to see how Harry was doing in class. This class he usually had to pay the most focused attention to, or he would miss something. My class got out early. I’m in the dining hall if you want to swing by when you’re done. If you can’t it’s okay.

I’d leave right now if I could, kitten 😘

Pay attention 😘

Kyle reappeared with a burger and fries. He also had a bag of carrot sticks which she thought was pretty adorable. He pulled his water bottle from his bag and set it out as well. “Whoa, is that a real class?” He asked.

She laughed. “It’s for one of my math classes.”

��That’s hieroglyphics, actually.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “Not a math fan?”

“I’m in pre-calculus and only because I took the placement test online and had someone help me get to it. I didn’t want to take the lower-level class for no credit and still have to pay for it,” he explained. She nodded understandingly.

“Well, I kind of like math, so if you need help, we could find a time to meet.”

His jaw dropped. “Shut up,” he practically gasped. “You’re kidding.”

“Of course,” she was too sweet. Allie said it was going to kill her one day. But Kyle was nice. “The hard part will be making our schedules match up.”

He sighed with relief stuffing three French fries in his mouth. “Wow, thanks, that’s so nice of you,” he murmured around the bite of his burger next. “I’m glad I sat with you instead of my friends today.”

“Oh?” She smirked.

“Yeah,” he glanced across the room to a booth filled with four boys who were all ogling the pair of them. “They all think I’m crazy for talking to a pretty upperclassman,” he admitted. “I told them I knew you from fire duty, but they didn’t believe me.” Her cheeks definitely warmed at the compliment, and she felt herself under the scrutiny of the whole group. “M’sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Kyle was unlike any eighteen-year-old guy she had ever met in her whole life. The guys in her high school wouldn’t have been able to compete. “Do you have a sister?” She asked.

He nodded. “She goes to a different school, but she’s a senior,” that seemed to explain it. His sister was a year older than her.  “Why?”

“Your compliments are very kind, and I was just thinking that most guys your age—”

He smiled. “Oh... yeah. The guys all think I’m a huge ladies’ man or something,” he told her with an eye roll. He was brushing it off. But she could see it. In a lot of ways, he reminded her of Harry. “My sister just taught me really well how to talk and treat women.”

“That’s really nice,” she smiled. “Are you seeing someone?”

“No, my older brother is a legacy in this frat, so it’s taken up most of my semester—and before, honestly. I used to come to parties with him when I was still in high school because he wanted to show me the ropes. That’s how I know Harry... kind of, just from observing him and being around the frat life. Where is he, by the way?”

“Class, he should be getting out soon.”

He blanched almost immediately. “Oh, I better go then, I don’t want him—”

“What?” She interrupted with a scoff of laughter in her voice. “You don’t have to go. We’re friends,” she rolled her eyes.

“Um... I think Harry is a bit of the jealous type when it comes to you,” he explained. “I heard he punched someone at one of the parties you didn’t go to because they were talking about you. Plus, the guy in your sociology class wouldn’t keep his mouth shut and Niall had to tell him to shut it, or Harry would shut it for him.”

For a moment, she forgot how to breathe—or exist. She blinked; her eyes closed for a long moment before she looked at him curiously. “I’m sorry, what?” She tilted her head. She had heard rumors of course. The ones of inadequacy, difference of his previous relationships, just complete surprise in Harry being with her in general.

To hear that Harry was jealous—to the point of violence? How did she miss that? “He punched someone?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. I wasn’t in the room. But I know he definitely yelled,” Kyle shrugged taking another bite of his burger. Her jaw dropped.

The rumors didn’t bother her—not for why they should have bothered her. The feeling of inadequacy definitely hurt, but that was something she kind of worked out with Harry on her own. Violent outbursts were too much for her. Hopefully that was nothing more than a rumor. “Hey kitten,” she was lost in thought, didn’t even notice Harry approached. Looking up, she saw him staring at Kyle, seated across from her.

She shook her head to get her brain functioning again. “Oh,” she smiled. “Hi, you’re out early,” she stood up and pecked his cheek. He seemed stiff. Kyle paled while Harry continued staring and she felt so uneasy about seeing jealous Harry firsthand. Poor Kyle began cleaning up his stuff as quickly as he could. She put a hand on his arm to still him and he nearly ripped his arm away from her. Poor thing. “Do you know Kyle?” She asked as if he hadn’t almost taken his whole arm off at her touch. But she noted the way Harry shifted. “He’s usually on fire duty,” she explained sitting back in her seat. “I chatted with him on Halloweekend.”

Harry’s gaze was stiff, cold, and nothing like how he looked at her at all. “Kyle,” he repeated.

“Kyle was telling me he’s struggling with math,” she looked at Harry curiously, almost suspiciously. “You can vouch for me, right? I’m a pretty good tutor,” she giggled, and Harry loosened ever so slightly.

“Yeah, she’s a genius, I think,” Harry slid into the booth seat beside her. He kissed her forehead. “M’jus’ gonna grab a quick snack,” he explained and left his bag beside her.

“What are you doing?” She asked as Kyle continued to clean up his stuff.

The color in Kyle’s face returned to normal and he sighed with relief when Harry left. “He’s gonna kill me.”

“Kyle,” she snorted. “We’re friends. He’ll get over it.”

“My friends are tweaking out over there.”

She glanced at them briefly to see them all snickering and smacking each other at their friend’s discomfort. “I see that,” she rolled her eyes. “He’s just a little protective,” she offered.

“I don’t blame him; you’re very pretty and nice,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve been at a lot of these parties and no one ever gives me the time of day," he murmured right before Harry reappeared.

“Kyle, y’brother was in Niall’s frat,” Harry said placing his food in front of him—a pre-made sandwich and a bottle of apple juice—which she thought was the cutest thing in the world to see a twenty-one-year-old guy who was hotter than the sun drinking a bottle of apple juice with his sandwich. “What was his name?”

Kyle gulped almost audibly; he was so uncomfortable it was palpable in the air. “Uh... Jesse,” he answered eventually. “He graduated last year. But I went to parties a lot. Showed the ropes kind of thing.”

“Ah,” Harry nodded. “Well, thanks for keeping m’girlfriend company. Don’t know if she told you, she’s from the south. So s’pretty cold without the fire,” he placed a hand beneath the table on her thigh. It made her swoon internally.

Girlfriend.

She could feel her whole face soften and the word. Her heart rate began to fly. She glanced at Harry from the corner of her eye to see if he was having a meltdown internally like she was. He wasn’t. It was as if this was just another ordinary moment of her life, and her heart wasn’t screaming.

Kyle must have heard the designation as well because his smile brightened, and she swore his eye twinkled in acknowledgment. “I didn’t know that. Makes a lot of sense,” he seemed a little more at ease now that Harry had turned off the protective tone. But worry was still just below the surface of his eyes. “Uh... would it be cool to get your number to help with the whole tutoring stuff?” He asked looking at his own phone. She wished she could look at Harry’s face when the poor thing asked. Kyle may as well have been asking Harry for it like some kind of dowry.

“Of course,” she said quickly and pulled her phone up to a new contact and handed it to him. She put her hand on Harry’s, still on her leg. She squeezed it while Kyle cleared his throat and passed it back to her.

“Thank you, my... my mom will appreciate the help,” he admitted, shyly.

“Happy to help,” she promised with a smile. “Thanks for keeping me company again.”

His face paled again, Harry’s grip on her thigh tightened at the same time. “I gotta go,” he gestured to his friends still staring at the three of them. “Thanks for the help, see you around.”

As soon as he was gone, she turned more directly to Harry, getting a good view of his profile. He sipped his apple juice. “Did you punch a guy?” She asked. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Of course not.”

“Well, I thought that too, but you almost melted poor Kyle with your laser vision there,” she pressed a hand to the side of his face. Harry smirked under her touch. His cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink.

“M’jus...” he sighed. “Y’have t’understand, kitten. I’ve never felt this way ‘bout someone before. M’not usually the jealous type. Y’can ask Mitch and Sarah. M’not one t’play dick goalie; if someone wanted t’be in a relationship with someone else, m’not gonna make myself sick with worry,” he shrugged. “But you?” He shook his head. “S’like there’s this bug in m’head. The whole picnic was nice, but y’deserve more. M’ready t’do anything t’keep you to myself. T’give you all y’want and more.”

“And you think poor, baby freshman Kyle is going to give me more?” She asked sarcasm dripping in her voice. But it was still kind how she said it. She could hear the worry in Harry’s voice. It was unnecessary, but nonetheless sweet. She couldn’t believe he liked her so much.

“He already has a crush on you,” he grumbled and bit into his sandwich.

“He does not,” but the heat rising to her cheeks didn’t help her case.

“Of course, he does, love,” Harry rolled his eyes. “A hot, upperclassman talking t’a freshman? I’d’ve written our names in a notebook.”

“He’s harmless,” she promised.

“He is, but s’jus’ furthering m’point,” he smiled. “M’literally dating you and ‘ve got a huge crush on you. You’re nice, funny, and beautiful. S’like y’were made in a lab.”

“You forgot I’m good at math,” she teased.

“Don’t remind me. Don’t know why you’re slumming it with me.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “I didn’t know we were boyfriend and girlfriend,” it sounded so cheesy saying it out loud. She hoped he wouldn’t think she was ridiculous but it really ached in her chest.

“Kitten, we have been since y’agreed t’sit with me in class,” he smirked. “Y’should’ve asked,” he kissed the top of her head.

She laughed. “That long?”

“Mhmm...” he hummed and draped his arm around her and pulled her closer. “Did y’think this was just a little fling or something?”

“No,” she cleared her throat. “Or, I hoped not. But...” she shrugged. “I know I’m not like the other girls you’ve dated. And I know I’m kind of lame—”

“Please don’t talk about my lovely girlfriend like that,” he winked cutely. She rolled her eyes.

“I would be extremely jealous if I saw a girl flirting with you,” she told him.

His flirty smile disappeared, a frown replacing his entire face. “I would never make y’jealous intentionally. I haven’t noticed anyone since I met you, kitten,” he promised. “I really don’t want y’to worry ‘bout me. I know y’hear rumors and I can imagine they bug you, but s’all they are. If there’s ever something y’want t’know, y’can ask. I won’t... blame y’for asking.”

“I trust you,” her voice was so firm, she hoped he knew that. This conversation was almost too serious for a dining hall, but she was kind of glad to be talking about all of it. “Really, truly. Allie is gonna take a little longer to believe you, but even she said you act differently around me.”

“S’good to know,” he smirked. “I’ll work on it. M’glad y’trust me.”

She smiled. “You trust me, right?”

“I do, I really do, kitten. Believe me, s’all the guys that are right to flirt with you that make me crazy. They see someone so beautiful and kind,” he shook his head. “M’no better than them, honestly.”

For a moment, she just looked at him. It was hard to believe he was so crazy about her. After all he had told her, and all the issues she had within her mind, making her feel a little insane at times, Harry didn’t care. He assuaged every worry. Every minor little problem or fear she had, he plucked it right out and assured her that everything was lovely.

She leaned upward and pecked his cheek again. “No punching someone,” she said simply. “I have to get to class, are you going to stay here?” She asked.

“Leave you t’walk with the wolves?” He asked, packaging his sandwich up and putting his juice in his bag. “Absolutely, not,” he rolled his eyes. She giggled and she couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s smile brightened as she did.

*

Prior to university, Harry’s teachers told him and his classmates how they would have so much free time in college. Which was true in a way; Harry had a lot of time to join a club sport, hold down a job, go to the gym, enjoy himself as much as he wanted. However, all those extra curriculars and obligations he gave himself created a packed schedule. The fear of insurmountable debt made him pick up shifts even when he didn’t want to.

It was a miracle he found a girlfriend as busy as he was. If she had more free time, Harry worried she would find someone who had more time for him. But between working, classes, studying, and going for runs with Allie (although she assured Harry that it was mostly walking for the better part of ninety minutes and followed by a half hour of stretching), they mainly saw each other at bedtime.

“I think we’re an old married couple,” Harry murmured into her hair. He loved the feel of her body close to his. Having her in his arms was where he wanted her most.

“We haven’t fought about hair in the shower drain yet,” she reminded him.

“S’because all of it’s in m’mouth right now,” he spluttered, pretending to spit her hair out of his mouth. She twisted around, facing him, he smiled at her. “M’jus’ kidding. I would eat your hair,” he joked.

“You’re insane.”

“’Bout you.”

“Somewhere in the future is a true crime podcast about you murdering me,” she had this habit of placing her hand on his face and skimming her thumb across his cheek. It was soothing, if he wasn’t careful, he would fall asleep before finishing their chat. She threw her voice to do a monologued intro. “He was so handsome. No one suspected that he had a hair fetish that would devolve into full-blown cannibalism.”

He laughed and brought his mouth close to hers. “I wouldn’t eat you, kitten. M’not a psychopath,” he rolled his eyes. “I would probably just keep your body preserved and play house with it.”

She nodded. “Well, that’s a relief.”

He chuckled, rolled his eyes again. “Go to sleep.”

“M’worried you’ll kill me when I’ve let my guard down,” she yawned. “S’always the husband. After twenty-five years of marriage,” she reminded him.

“S’a risk we all take, I think.”

“Can you at least text Allie that she can have my clothes?”

“First on m’to do list after I clean up the blood.”

“I don’t think we should watch scary movies before bed anymore.”

“Yes, dear.”

She giggled. For a few moments they just gazed at one another. Her eyes got droopier, her breath slower. “Good night, Harry,” she whispered.

“Good night, kitten,” he answered just as softly. His tongue was twitching to say three more words. Words that, realistically, he wanted to say the moment he met her. His heart ached to say them as much as his tongue. Part of him wondered if she would say it back. Was it too early? She hadn’t been in love before. He needed it to be special when he said it. Was he prepared if she didn’t say it back?

Her face nuzzled into his collarbone; a sigh escaped her, completely content. He wondered if she was already asleep. Maybe he would just whisper it to her sleeping form for practice. Was he being ridiculous? Was it too soon? No, he never felt like this when he dated before her. “Thanks for being my boyfriend,” her voice was so gentle, so sweet. “I like it a lot.”

He kissed her forehead, his heart cracking under the pressure of how adorable she was. “Pleasure’s all mine, love,” despite how badly he wanted to say it, he wanted it to be more special for her. She deserved that.

*

Harry called his mum as often as he could to check in. It was usually twice a week and texts every day. He was sitting outside the restaurant in the cold, trying to ease his mind off the packed schedule he had for the next couple weeks. It was hard to believe it was mid-November. Finals and their holiday break would be right around the corner. “Hi honey-bunny,” his mum said into the phone. “You on break?” She asked.

“Yeah, hi Mum; how are you?”

“Missing my baby,” she cooed.

He chuckled. “M’jus’ calling ’cause I have a free minute.”

“Thank you,” she said gratefully. “How’s our leading lady?” She asked.

Harry smiled to himself, despite being alone, his cheeks surely turned pink. Shortly after his breakfast with Mitch, he called his mum to tell her that he met her; the girl he was certain he was going to marry her. “She’s good,” he nearly sighed dreamily. “Do y’want to meet her?” He asked.

“Of course I do!” She nearly cheered. “M’sure she’s lovely.”

“Y’know, her family’s down south. M’not sure what her plans are for the holiday break,” he shrugged. “If she’s stuck here because of flights, could I invite her home?”

“Oh of course! I’ll have to get her a stocking.”

“Er...don’t scare her Mum,” he laughed lightly. “I don’t know if she can yet.”

“Well, you’re certain you’re going to marry her, I better get one anyway.”

His mum was all on board for having a daughter-in-law. One that was sweet and perfect for her little baby boy. Gemma was excited to have someone to poke fun with and truly, she’d always wanted a sister as well. Harry felt his stomach flip at the thought. While his mum was a strong supporter and kind about who Harry fell in love with, Gemma was the slightest bit more skeptical. When he called her earlier in the semester about the pretty girl, Gemma was happy for him. “Harry, you’re very young still. I’m young. Are you sure you want to settle for the first girl you think is the one?”

“S’not settling, Gem. You haven’t met her,” he assured her. “S’not even close to settling,” he promised. “I know m’young...but...’ve wanted t’meet her for a really long time,” he told her. Gemma knew that. Her younger brother, the sweet six-foot giant, had been graced with a heart bigger than anyone she knew. He was empathetic, adoring, and always kind. As much as he hated bugs and spiders, he always wanted them to be saved when they were younger and placed neatly outside so as not to upset their little insect families. Harry dreamed about getting married the first time he had a crush on a pretty girl in his grade school classes. His heart was broken on Valentine’s Day when she didn’t send him a Valentine, but he had pored over his glittery heart craft that he had slipped into her school mailbox. The heartache only lasted a little while—he was only seven at the time—but he wanted love. It was obvious. Gemma and her Mum had cultivated his love of Rom-Coms and they were his first line of advice when he needed help with gifts for the girl he was seeing.

Gemma knew that Harry dated a bit, desperately searching for the lady that he thought would appear long before he went to university. So as much as Gemma tried to quell his excitement over the object of all his affections and remind him how young he was to find the love of his life, Gemma knew that she was different. The way she had captured her brother’s heart so entirely was a beautiful sign.

“Gemma will want to meet her too,” Mum brought him back to the present. His break was waning, and he would need to get back inside momentarily. “I’m really happy you’re happy, Harry.”

His heart felt so whole, it nearly hurt. “Me too, Mum.”

“Have a good rest of your day, honey bunny. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mum, talk to you soon.”

*

When they walked to class, it was freezing. Even for Harry. Which meant it was probably insufferable for her. Her hands were stuffed in her coat pockets, Harry desperately wanted to hold her hand but couldn’t bring himself to steal it from the warmth inside her jacket. “Y’really wanted t’come up here away from the warmth?” he murmured his question.

The leaves were no longer the warm hues of a sunset colors. They wilted into chestnut, sepia colors and piled along fences outlining the campus. The ground was hard beneath her feet, and she wondered if her coat was going to be thick enough to make it through the winter. She smiled. Her cheeks were wind-blown pink, and her nose was a little runny, but Harry thought she had never looked more beautiful. “Yes, wouldn’t have met you otherwise,” she said immediately. He chuckled, his cheeks turning their own shade of pink.

“Wait till y’see the snow,” he reminded her.

“I’m so excited for snow,” she sounded excited. God, he wanted to hold her hand so badly. She pulled a gloved hand out of her pocket at the very moment and pulled a strand of hair away from her lips. “I need hot chocolate,” she grabbed Harry’s hand between them and squeezed it, making him ache with more adoration for her. “Do you work today?”

He did, but it was a short shift. “Jus’ till nine.”

“So hot chocolate at your place?”

He wondered if she could see the somersaults his heart was doing in his eyes. “Please,” he squeezed her hand back. “I’d love that, kitten.”

She brought their hands to her cold lips and kissed the back of his hand. Harry was certain he was going to start sweating with how warm the gesture was and he couldn’t bring himself to care about how ridiculous it all was.

*

Fortunately, Saturday was much warmer than their hot chocolate date. It was still cool, but around the fire, it wasn’t nearly as frigid or achy. Harry once more showed up after his shift. Glancing through the gossip column that was his text messages.

Your girlfriend is awfully cozy with the Fire Marshall.

He knew that it was just to get a rise out of him. He didn’t even have the number saved. But it didn’t mean it didn’t work. After nearly sprinting most of the way from his parking spot to Niall’s house, he had to slow to a walk and take a few laps around the block to ease the anxiety in his mind. Kyle was just her friend. She was kind. She was lovely. Harry knew there was nothing he needed to worry about with her. It wasn’t her.

It was just that she was drop dead gorgeous and Kyle had a massive crush on her. His eye twitched and he rubbed at it as he meandered into the yard. The thought of them having a study session also didn’t help his anxious mind. This was a horrible feeling. He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy.

Fortunately, he saw Allie chatting with a group of her friends in the front yard. Some drinking game was definitely happening—it involved cornhole, which he felt of all the games they could have played, it was probably the least dangerous. He gave her a wave. “Hi Harry! She’s out back by the fire!” She shouted. That seemed like Five-Drink-Allie if he had to bet. Poor thing was going to have a killer headache in the morning.

He chuckled, saluted her, and headed around the side of the house. He saw the bonfire and the pair standing by it. They were close together and his heart skipped a beat feeling anxious and hot as he watched while approaching. “S’mores?” He asked.

“Hi, Harry,” she cooed sweetly standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. Almost immediately, the fiery envy in his heart disappeared and was replaced with adoration once more.

“Hi, kitten,” he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Kyle provided s’mores,” she said knowingly. “Now it’s a real party,” she explained holding the s’mores stick out toward the flame. “Do you like good marshmallows or bad marshmallows?” She asked.

Harry chuckled. “Sounds a bit loaded...What’s a good marshmallow?”

“Not charred on the outside,” Kyle rolled his eyes. A pang of frustration went through Harry over the idea that they had an inside joke he was not privy to. “She’s very serious about this.”

“Golden brown is best,” she explained.

“Sorry kitten, m’a charred s’more kinda guy,” Harry smiled.

She scoffed. “Horrible. Both of you. Wasting marshmallows,” she grumbled.

“M’gonna grab a drink. You’ll be here?” He asked.

“Yeah of course, I think Niall was looking for you,” she added reaching for the chocolate and graham crackers they had placed on a jacket on the ground. It must have been Kyle’s because there was no way she would part with a jacket if she were wearing it, no matter how warm it was by the fire; he was sure her icicle self couldn’t do it. “I’ll make you a gross s’more for when you come back; take your time,” she smiled. Harry winked at her, nodded to Kyle, and headed inside.

He found Niall hovering near the makeshift bar. Grateful he could just ask his friend to sneak him a can directly from the fridge without having to distract the freshman bartender for the tenth time in the semester. “Harry!” He cheered. Niall wasn’t drunk; it took a lot for someone so Irish to get drunk at all. But he was friendly. Harry was certain he would greet him the same way, first thing in the morning. “Mitch and Sarah are here,” he pointed toward a group of people over by the pong table. It looked like a game of quarters this week, but he couldn’t be certain. Niall got closer to him and murmured in his ear while he asked the freshman bartender for something to drink as well. “Is Kyle bugging your lady?” He asked. Niall looked at him knowingly, reading between the lines, Harry knew it wasn’t about her, it was entirely about himself.

“No,” he shook his head. “They’re friends.”

“I can tell him to cool it,” he offered.

Harry nodded. “S’fine,” he promised coolly grateful it was dark, so Niall probably missed the way his eye twitched. Part of him wanted to go steal her away and just take her home. Niall nodded.

“Alright, just checking. He’s a good kid,” he promised.

“Seems it,” Harry agreed. “Game tomorrow?” He asked. Niall nodded, excitedly.

“Yessir,” he saluted and slugged back more of his drink. Harry chuckled circling over to Mitch and Sarah. Sarah was clinging to Mitch. A good sign that she had more than her standard two drinks and was getting a little tipsier than normal.

“I got a great grade on my exam,” she giggled.

Mitch smirked and rolled his eyes. “I see,” Harry laughed. “Celebrating, are we?”

She nodded and held her cup out for Harry to clink with his own plasticky sound. “Is my new best friend coming over tonight for a sleepover? I want those scones she made last week!” Sarah nearly had hearts in her eyes at the thought. Mitch chuckled, kissed the side of her head, while wrapping an arm around her tightly.

“M’sure she can,” Harry chuckled. Allie happened into the room at that point and Harry waved her over.

“Hi!” She chirped and gave Sarah a hug.

“Do you two have plans tomorrow?” Harry asked. “Sarah wants scones.”

“Oh, so do I,” Allie bounced on her toes excitedly.

“You should sleepover too!” Sarah cheered excitedly. “We can put the boys in one room,” she suggested. Mitch snorted and rolled his eyes. He sipped his drink and looked Harry knowingly.

It sounded adorable, honestly. Bringing two facets of his life so close together. But part of him dreaded not spending the night snuggled up to the pretty girl.

“But no, we don’t have plans—I’m not sure if she’s working though...where is—? Oh no,” Allie seemed to sober immediately dropping her cup, spilling it on Mitch and Sarah’s feet before she ran out the back door. Without looking, Harry dropped his cup and the seltzer he had for her and followed suit. He sensed Mitch and Sarah on his heels.

About a foot from the fire, she was standing between Kyle and another guy. Harry didn’t know his name. The s’mores were abandoned, and Kyle had a murderous look in his eye. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she promised as he approached.

“No, it’s not,” he snapped. “Get out of the way,” he ground out to her but she was pressed up against him, her entire back protectively pressed in front of him.

“What are you going to do Freshmeat? Big brother’s not here to get you out of this one,” the other guy taunted shoving Kyle despite the fact she was between them. She smacked his hand.

“Stop it,” she scowled at him. Honestly, Harry thought it would have been cute had he not been so furious.

“Hey!” Allie shouted at the same time Harry shoved the other guy away almost immediately.

“Harry!” She shouted pushing Kyle back another step.

“Back off,” Harry snarled.

“Oh, so you’re okay sharing her with a freshman, but not—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence,” Sarah warned.

She was holding Kyle’s arm trying to keep him calm. “Harry, let’s just go,” she whispered nervously. “Please,” she added, her voice catching.

“What did you say to her?” Harry growled, eyeing him. It was obvious he had too much to drink.

“Harry,” Allie warned coming to her side. “It’s okay, let’s just go.”

“You better take care of your girl, Styles. Or someone will do it for you,” he warned. Harry felt so hot with rage it was hotter than the fire.

“Harry,” Mitch said lowly. “Let’s just go,” he repeated.

“I’m getting Niall,” Allie sped back for the house.

Harry set his jaw, glaring at him, and turned his attention briefly to her and Kyle. “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice tight.

She nodded. “Very okay. I just want to go,” she whispered.

Harry backed up toward Kyle and her. He grabbed her hand and tugged her with him as quickly as he could. “Teasing slut,” he muttered lowly.

But not low enough.

Harry smiled, shook his head, and reeled around. “Wanna repeat that?” He asked.

“Harry,” her voice was close to tears, begging. “Harry, please.”

“Hey!” Niall shouted hurrying out the house in front of Allie.

“I said, she’s a ‘teasing slut.’ You’re just lucky you got to her first—”

“HEY!” Niall repeated but Kyle was the one that lunged at the same time.

“Kyle!” She shouted.

Harry yanked the poor kid away and shoved him back toward Mitch and Sarah. “Harry!” She begged again, apparently unafraid to get close to the action. Niall yanked her back just as fast as Harry pulled Kyle away and Harry started to lunge. With Allie and Sarah holding Kyle back, Mitch grabbed Harry before he could throw a single punch. The drunk idiot cackled at the drama and shook his head.

“Let’s go,” Mitch ordered fiercely. She sighed with relief grabbing his arm and pulling him close to her. Niall shoved the other guy back toward the house.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He almost felt as angry as he was moments ago. “S’not your fault, love,” Niall assured her with a smile. “Harry, y’good?” He asked. Harry nodded stiffly looking at the ground. “Kyle,” Niall looked at the younger one trapped between Sarah and Allie. “You good?”

He nodded once. “M’fine,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Sorry. He was so pushy. I just thought he was trying to drug her or something,” he promised.

Harry tensed up so hard he thought he would tear a muscle just standing there. She shivered. “Thank you, Kyle. But you didn’t need to do all that,” her voice was soft but almost warning—like a mum to her child. “I wasn’t going to drink anything he offered me,” she promised. “You could have gotten really hurt,” she reminded him.

Harry envied her coolness right now. He was fuming and while she was speaking as gently as she could to Kyle, her hand was roaming his arm just as gently. “Worth it,” he promised. They needed to leave quickly, or Harry was going to let all his jealous emotions surge through him.

“I’m ordering an Uber back,” Sarah said. “S’too cold and you’re too hotheaded to walk—you’ll end up sprinting,” she said to Harry. “How many?” She asked. It was determined all five of them would be leaving.

“You’ll watch him?” She asked Niall quietly and gestured toward Kyle who was picking up the trash around the fire.

“Always,” he winked. “Sorry ‘bout the drama, love.”

“Comes with the territory, I think,” she squeezed Harry’s hand.

“You’ll watch him?” Niall asked.

She smiled. “Always.”

*

Allie did a really good job realizing she was going to throw up the moment she got into Casa Mitch and Harry. “Sarah, can you get some meds and a soda?” She asked.

“You’re the bestest friend there ever was,” Allie moaned laying on the floor beside the toilet. Sarah smirked and handed over the supplies and doubled back for a pillow and a blanket.

“Scones in the morning?” Sarah asked.

“Sounds great,” she smiled sweetly. It was obvious Harry was still on edge. He headed into his bedroom and paced while she finished up with Sarah and Allie.

“You good there, Al?” She asked.

She held up a thumb that sort of leaned a little more than halfway down than it did up. Smirking, she waved to Mitch and Sarah gave her arm a squeeze. “Good night, Harry,” Sarah called gently.

“Shout if you need something, Allie,” she pushed her friend’s hair back and left her to sleep on the cold tile. She quietly closed Harry’s bedroom door and waited while Harry continued pacing.

“What did he say?” He snapped.

“Harry, it’s not—”

“Kitten, m’begging,” he looked at her so hurt, so terribly sad, she nearly caved.

“It was nothing, Harry. It’ll do no good to talk it out. You’ll just get mad—”

“M’jus’ gonna ask Kyle,” Harry was still fuming as he paced.

“Harry,” she repeated. “Please. I’m telling you; it was nothing. Please believe me.”

Harry pressed his head against the window. The lights illuminating the paths to the different buildings were soft and the room was otherwise dark. “M’sorry, kitten,” he mumbled. “M’jus’ mad.”

“I know.”

Harry turned and looked at her. He hardly got a sedcond to look at how pretty she was. “You look beautiful, my love,” he murmured. “S’no wonder y’got him all flustered,” he smirked.

She sighed; the relief palpable in the air. “I’m so sorry.”

“Y’did nothing,” he shook his head. “M’jus...crazy ‘bout you, kitten. I’m sorry,” he grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips. Her fingers were still cold, and he frowned. “M’sorry,” he repeated and blew his breath across her hands to warm them.

She looked utterly distraught. “He’s going to lie,” she croaked suddenly. Her throat closing around the emotion. “He’s going to say I was making out with Kyle or something. It’s not true Harry, you have to know that. Any rumor you hear tomorrow, it’s unequivocally false,” she had tears in her eyes.

“Baby,” Harry whispered. “I would never believe someone over you.”

“No?” She hiccupped softly.

He cupped her face. “Course not, love,” he kissed her forehead, and it melted her icy body so immensely. The first time in an hour that she felt calm. “M’sorry he said something to you, or about you.”

“It’s...it’s okay,” she promised. “I know you’re probably still... jealous of him, or whatever, but I was really glad Kyle was there,” she told him. “I wished you were, but it was good.”

“Don’t ever stand between me and someone that wants t’hurt you,” he warned. The one thing he would probably blame Kyle for from then on.

“Kyle’s just a baby,” she reminded him.

“I don’t want t’talk ‘bout Kyle anymore.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

Harry pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s go to bed. We have scones t’bake in the morning.”

*

Harry woke to about thirty messages from a variety of people all claiming to know bits and pieces of everything about last night. Other than Niall’s, he deleted every single message without so much as a glance at the details. Instead, he looked at the sleepy girl, tucked near his chest. He brushed her hair behind her ear.

There was a knock. “Are you naked?” Allie asked. He snorted.

“No,” he murmured quietly.

Despite the fact she had thrown up, she looked pretty good. “I used your toothbrush,” she said climbing into the bed beside her best friend. Harry shook his head.

“Hi Allie,” she murmured.

“Hi sweetie,” she yawned. “You going to make Sarah and I some scones?”

She nodded, tucking her face into Harry’s chest. “In a minute.”

The twin bed was not made for three people and Harry thought it was quite hilarious. “Should I get out t’let y’snuggle?”

“Please,” Allie yawned and threw an arm over her eyes. He chuckled and kissed the sweet girl’s forehead before climbing out of bed.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“I’ll make sure we have everything,” he suggested. “Need a new toothbrush,” he rolled his eyes.

“I like Harry,” Allie whispered.

“I do too.”

*

While cleaning their little kitchen, Harry couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much he loved her. It was becoming impossible to not say it every chance he got. But he wanted it to be special. More special than he could ever describe. He was sure she wouldn’t care, but it meant more to him that it be special. Especially after he flubbed their first real date.

“What?” She smiled as she looked up from the dishes in the sink.

“Do y’want t’go away next weekend?” He asked. “Before finals get too crazy?”

He was envisioning a romantic weekend away at Mitch’s family’s cabin up the mountain. Quiet, cold, for sure, but warm in the cabin. Just the two of them. He could tell her he loved her. No distractions. Shopping in the little town, cooking together in a full kitchen, sleeping by the fireplace, and just sweetness and a special weekend for the pair of them.

“Do I need to bring anything special?” She asked.

“Another coat, probably," he chuckled.

Her smiled was a mixture of relief and happiness. “I would love that.”

--

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[m1d-45]

welcome to my masterlist!

if there’s anything you’d like to see, please send in an ask here!

here’s my original take on the logistics of sagau, as well as an update after some more information, and here’s my thoughts on how nations worship.

1k event m. list!

warnings [⏵] : yandere / heavy cultish || obsessive

genre [title] : angst || fluff || hurt/comfort

[ under maintenance ! might be a bit messy ]

traveller from afar — aether

‘I'm saying that I'm having a lot of fun traveling with you… It'd be nice if we could just go on like this forever.’

⏵ a new tomorrow

—⏵ my love, my god

the dark side of dawn — diluc

‘Diluc, of Mondstadt. Not interested in idle chit-chat. If you have things you want to get done, let me know.’

⏵ fallen through

⏵ a fault in the heart [red!]

⏵ tongue tied

windborne bard — venti

‘Perfect timing, Traveler! I was about to ask you — what is your greatest wish?’

⏵ unnamed poem, unnamed bard

⏵ in sickness and in health

⏵ (what about me?)

⏵ stella fortuna

beyond mortality — baizhu

‘Even though I'm the doctor, I've still had to trouble you with my health. How shameful... But don't worry. From this day on, I will take care of you.’

⏵ second chances

leonine vanguard — ga ming

‘If I can guard shipments, I can guard people. Since you seem to trust me, how 'bout I be your bodyguard from now on?‘

⏵ vanguard’s fortune

childe — tartaglia

‘Today was great. See you tomorrow, comrade!’

⏵ under duress

⏵ brainrot

⏵ duality of man

—⏵ inversion of fate

vigilant yaksha — xiao

‘I deal in death. If you cannot bring yourself to kill — speak my name.’

⏵ repentance

⏵ burden to bear

⏵ bird xiao things! (split links)

—⏵ and again, and fanart, and again, and again, and fanart, and fanart, and again

⏵ he who is without sin

—⏵ once more, and again, and again, and again, and again, and fanart, and again, and fanart, and fanart

⏵pari!reader tag

vago mundo — zhongli

‘The market is closed and the port has settled. Go get some rest.’

⏵ sagau!zhongli

⏵ a dragon’s gems

⏵ to dream of the divine

⏵ adorned

pillar of fortitude — ayato

‘Good morning. A little sword practice while the day is young is good for the body and mind. I tend to avoid having anything scheduled during these hours... What do you say? Fancy crossing blades with me?’

⏵ words left unsaid

analytical harmony — heizou

‘Ooh, my goodness, life's really put you through the wringer recently, hasn't it? I can tell. Here, why don't you take a seat, tell me the whole story.’

⏵ the scars, the wound

—⏵ (old) first encounters

⏵ upon a hair-thin wire

scarlet leaves pursue wild waves — kazuha

‘Ah, you'd like to learn the art of the sword? Let me see... Alright — here, take this. It's a bamboo blade I just made. With these, we can practice sparring without having to worry about getting injured.’

⏵ remorse

⏵ in a flash

⏵ the wind knows

⏵ judas

protector from afar — thoma

‘I've figured out what I want to do now. My strength is your shield, and I will always be here to protect you.’

⏵ rain or shine

admonishing instruction — alhaitham

’Don't be offended if you try to greet me on the street and I don't respond. It's simply because I'm wearing my soundproof earpieces, that's all.’

⏵ divine permanence

verdant strider — tighnari

‘What, so this sort of thing needs official documentation now? Okay then... Well, hand over your "friendship certificate." I assume it'll need my signature.’

⏵ opportunities arisen

—⏵ prime fortune

eons adrift — wanderer

’Ask me anything if you want. If a question is interesting enough, I may give you an answer.’

⏵ wandering

⏵ rest

ordainer of inexorable judgement — neuvillette

‘Good evening. I hope you have not encountered any unpleasantness today.’

⏵ for all to see

emissary if solitary antiquity — wriothesley

'Want a tip on how to escape from the Gardes? Just give yourself a name that's really long and difficult to pronounce. They'll be stumbling over your name as soon as they try to announce that you are under arrest.'

pankration

pantalone — regrator

‘Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa is actually a gentle soul. Too gentle, in fact…’

⏵ ink, ink, ink

miscellaneous / multiple

⏵ in excess (ft. zhongli + xiao)

⏵ new hopes (ft. the arataki gang)

⏵ emotions (ft. mondstat)

⏵ the young (ft. your main!)

—⏵ still too young (ft… a lot of ppl)

⏵ plagued (ft. diluc + kaeya)

⏵ reverse isekai drabble (ft. your main!)

⏵ slapfight (ft. a lot of people-)

⏵ mea maxima culpa (ft. zhongli + barbara)

⏵ in the stars (ft mona + your main!)

⏵ replacement (ft. kaeya + venti + albedo + xiao)

⏵ discretion advised (ft. mondstat)

⏵ warmth (ft. every pyro character as of 3.4)

⏵ a soft place to land (ft. zhongli + kaeya + diluc + alhaitham + tighnari)

⏵ constellations (ft. barbara + thoma + heizou + collei + kujou sara + sucrose + candace +ganyu)

⏵ connection (ft. diluc + kaeya + kazuha + albedo + kaveh)

⏵ your shield, a sword (ft. thoma + tighnari + zhongli + alhaitham + cyno + albedo)

⏵ divine favor (ft. yae miko + itto + kazuha + kaeya + chongyun + noelle)

⏵ dead leaves (ft. ..people)

—⏵ new sprouts (ft. chongyun)

⏵ the rule of threes (ft. albedo + his brother)

⏵ darling, my dear (ft. diluc + tighnari + childe + xiao + kazuha)

⏵ sandy refuge (ft. nahida + wanderer)

⏵ dancing soldiers (ft. aether)

series!

⏵ dearly beloved — complete trilogy

—⏵ on broken bones

—⏵ death, rebirth, new life

—⏵ the scottish play

⏵ abiogenesis — complete duology

—⏵ from soil…

—⏵ …was birthed chalk

⏵ secret contributions — complete trilogy

—⏵ small miracles

—⏵ hidden blessings

—⏵ silent conclusions

⏵ spoken across stars — episodic

—⏵ kaeya, diluc, thoma ft. noelle + candace

—⏵ kazuha, wanderer ft. tighnari + baizhu

—⏵ zhongli, ayato, heizou ft. xinqiu + chongyun

that’s all for now! i hope you’ve enjoyed your stay, and wish you the best. if there’s something here you particularly liked, consider letting me know with a reblog or comment; i read every single one and they mean the world. whatever the case: i bid you farewell!

(p.s.: if you spot an error like a link leading somewhere it shouldn’t, a missing post entirely, etc., please leave a reply/ send in an ask to let me know as chances are i will not notice it. thank you!)

— midas

#genshin sagau #sagau #zhongli #sagau zhongli #zhongli x reader #kaedehara kazuha #sagau kazuha #sagau kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #shikanoin heizou #sagau heizou #heizou x reader #tighnari #sagau tighnari #tighnari x reader #childe #sagau childe #childe x reader #xiao #sagau xiao #sagau kuki shinobu #sagau arataki itto #sagau thoma #thoma x reader #sagau kaeya #sagau ayato #sagau ayaka #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayaka #sagau venti

[lilcatdraws]

Curls

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None just pure fluff

Summary: J and the reader bond over their shared hair type.

Author’s Note: Okay this was pure self indulgence 😅 I have curly hair. J has curly hair. I just had to write this. I’ve been up since 4am so I decided to make use of my time by writing this little oneshot. It’s current 8am now so I managed to finish this pretty quick. As always, enjoy! 💜

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

If anyone else wants to be added to the list let me know! It’ll be for all my J x Reader fics ☺️

It was late in the evening and pouring rain outside. Your ideal night in with J. The sounds of a thunderstorm helped you both relax and fall asleep faster, especially J. You weren’t quite ready for bed yet but you began your nightly routine anyway.

You started with a shower and washed your hair. Now, your hair is different from most people’s. It’s curly and has a mind of its own. It gets tangled very easily and has oh so much frizz. But you loved your natural curls and how they look. 

J loved them too. His hair was a bit shorter than yours but he had curls of his own. Unlike you, he didn’t care too much about his hair to try and tame them. 

You finished up in the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. With your hair temporarily straightened out from the wash, you took the opportunity to brush it out.

If you brushed it out when it was dry and curly, one of two things would happen. Your hair would become extremely bushy or the brush would get stuck. You didn’t want either to happen.

When you finished brushing, you walked out into the bedroom and changed into a hoodie and shorts. Your hair was already beginning to take on its original shape again as it dried. 

You crawled into bed with J and nestled close to him. You were pleasantly surprised that he had already taken his shower and washed his hair. His make up was removed and he smelled like his shampoo.

You chuckled. “You took a shower? Who are you and what have you done with my J?”

J huffed. “I needed one. Today’s work was gruesome.”

“I know,” you shuddered, “You were covered in blood when you got home, especially your hair.”

“Yeah. Speaking of that, can you, uh, untangle it? It’s still damp. There’s a huge knot towards the back.” 

“Of course. Hang on a second. Let me go grab some things.”

You went into the bathroom to get a comb and your detangling spray and climbed back onto the bed. J sat up, leaned back towards you, and let you work. He’d watched you do this before. You had mastered the art of detangling stubborn hair. From years of practice of course. 

You divided the big knot into little knots and went from there. You hated to pull on his hair but J didn’t seem to mind. You sprayed, picked the tangles with the comb, and pulled some apart, repeating the process until J’s hair was tangle free.

You set the comb and spray down on the nightstand and admired your work.

J exhaled. “Ah, thanks doll. Feels much better now.” 

You smiled. “I just like your curls. They’re prettier than mine.”

“Nah. I wouldn’t go that far. You know, I used to have hair just like yours back in high school.” 

You laughed. “What? No way.” 

“Yes way. It was long and pretty like yours. I looked like I belonged in a rock band or something. It went down to ‘bout the middle of my back. But I cut it short because it got annoying after a while.”

“You should grow it back. I’d love to have seen that.”

“No, this is as long as I’ll go. Long flowing hair is a weakness when you’re fightin’. One yank and I’d be thrown off balance.” 

“Yeah. I’d still like to see it though. I bet you pulled it off nicely.”

“Oh I did. I hated to get rid of it but it just became a nuisance. I like this a lot better.”

The thought of J having such hair was so amusing to you. You laughed out loud again.

J raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m just picturing you headbanging to your music with that hair.” You told him through a fit of giggles.

J grinned. “I did a lot of that actually. You can’t listen to a good metal band and not.” 

You regained control over your laughter and you kissed J’s scarred cheek. 

“I’ll love your hair no matter what you do to it. I’m glad I can share my curls with you.”

“Back at ya, bunny.”

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #heath ledger #the dark knight #lilcat writes

[tokusaatsus]

—birthdays spent with them!

warnings: none

🪄 a. tsumugi!

tsumugi awakens you with a kiss on the cheek and a mug of your favourite pick-me-up beverage!

he’s usually very busy, but he takes the necessary time off to spend his beautiful partner’s birthday with them!

takes you to a quaint café for breakfast and pays for your meal—all while discreetly (or maybe not so much? he's very free with his affection, especially when it comes to you!) holding your hand under the table.

he tries to plan outings he feels you’d enjoy. he considers all your likes and dislikes, which is sweet of him. he also worries about anything that might cause you undue sadness; will it rain today? if so, he should plan an outing indoors... oh! but if the forecast insists on sun all day long, a walk together in the gardens would be rather nice...

he also tries to bake you a birthday cake, enlisting the help of both natsume and sora to prevent any unexpected bouts of bad luck. it's two tiers, your favourite flavour, and decorated with fondant birds and sprinkles in the shape of diamonds as a nod to his title as the "magician of your heart"~!

gifts you knitted items he made himself, so full of love—and fashionable too! scarves, gloves, and of course, a beanie with cat ears!

takes you out for a lovely candlelit dinner to top it all off, gifts you a rose, and kisses you goodnight, praying fervently this birthday was a success all the while.

🐰 n. nazuna!

nazuna starts your day by making you breakfast in bed. in the ultimate test of his skill as a cook, he prepares all your favourites—fruits cut into cutesy shapes, jars of condiments on the side, and a mug of a steaming hot drink.

then, he gifts you with a morning kiss. happy birthday, love! punctuated with a chaste peck on your lips.

he’s prepared to do whatever you want today! want to go somewhere nice? he’ll use his privileges as an idol to find the nicest things for you. tickets to an amusement park, a table at the fanciest restaurant around; you name it and he'll get it! or maybe you just want to chill and watch a movie at home? he’s cool with that too! just a giant tub of popcorn is shared between you two, tall cups of your favourite drinks and a blanket to cuddle under.

his gift is literally perfect, showcasing his talent as a boyfriend.

like, remember that thing you were talking about a while back? no? well, he does. he goes above and beyond—someone stop him from overspending, please!

and of course, the other ra*bits are there to wish you a happy birthday during lunch, as well as to regale you with tales of nii-chan’s panic-driven madness as he tried to prepare for every eventuality.

but it's for you, so it has to be perfect!

to end it, he takes you out for quiet picnic under the stars, where he kisses you softly, gifts you a promise ring, and asks you to wait with him until he can get you a real one.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 519 words

reze txt. happy belated birthday to my beloved ate @nazukisser and my friend @actualmomotaro !! for your gift you get me, dragging myself out of my month-long hiatus to do this! since it's been a while, i thought i'd also try out a new layout? thoughts, opinions, etc? i'll try to be more active on here now, and i have a little piece i've been working on that i hope to post soon! so... enjoy <3

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[bundrops-n-fluffytops]

Welcome Home Agere Fic - Hold My Hands and Kiss Them Better

Characters: Little!Julie Joyful, Flip!Frank Frankly, CG!Eddie Dear

Setting: Frank’s Home (living room, front entrance), Eddie’s Post Office (front desk)

Premise: Frank is having trouble taking care of Julie, and is starting to slip into littlespace. Soon, Julie notices, and decides to take matters into her own hands… by calling a friend to help.

Author’s Note: I saw a prompt similar to this premise and I got so excited I just had to write something gigkkgkg

Also Julie and Frank friend moment!!!

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Frank and Julie have always been best friends, and they were always there for each other. With any issue came a helping hand, every bruise came a bandage, and every tear came a welcoming hug. So, naturally, when one had asked the other if they could help care for them when they weren’t small, the other would make sure they were ok.

That was the case for today.

Julie had been wanting to go small with Frank for a while, but had not have the chance to do so. Either he was busy studying a new species of butterfly he had discovered, or he was stuffing his nose in his books. However, that would be different for today, as Frank had - albeit hesitantly - agreed to take care of her. She was ecstatic! Finally a day where she could be taken care of by her best friend.

Little did she know that he was feeling small himself.

It was quite the stormy afternoon for the two, where they had sheltered in Frank’s home to keep from getting soaked in the cold rain.

Frank had always hated the rain, with how intense the rain would fall every now and then, and how windy it would get, and how loud that darn thunder was. It was a stressful and intense time whenever it happened. It didn’t help that he was teetering between headspace during that as well, let alone taking care of someone who was already small.

“Woahhh, ta’ rain so loud!”, Julie exclaimed, her hands and face pressed on the living room window. She had been dressed up in a comfy blue nightgown and some matching slippers, and was holding onto a brown teddy plushy in her right arm. She turned and scampered to her grumpy caretaker, who was slumped on the couch fidgeting with his hands and reading a book. She sat down and leaned onto his shoulder, gazing at the book he had been reading.

“Whatcha’ reading ‘bout, baba?”, she asked, leaning towards the book more to read the words more carefully. Frank hurriedly moved the book away from her grasp, his arms and shoulders tensing as he did.

“AH- Well…,” He started, shakily, but trying to hide his discomfort, “it’s about bugs, dear. I study them all the time, don’t you know?” She smiled widely, her gaze fixated on the book, before holding out her hand towards it.

“Can I read it, bubba? I promise I’ll be careful!”, she requested, starting to climb over his lap towards the book, to his shock. He quickly pryed himself from the couch, making sure not to let her get his precious novel.

“Whu- hey! You can’t touch that, quit!”, he yelled, stepping back and holding the novel to his chest. Julie pouted, irritated.

“D’aww, buh why not? I wanna see what it’s about!” She insisted, stepping towards him and gripping her teddy to her chest. This only caused the frazzled friend to step back farther.

Frank scolded, “Julie, young lady, you cannot take things that don’t belong to you, that is very naughty. Do you know that?” He gripped the book tightly to his chest, his throat beginning to close up.

No… no, no, no, he can’t be getting upset now. He needed to be strong. But Julie’s so close to him, and the thunder and rain outside is so loud… everything is so much.

Too much.

“But I wanna read the story!”, she protested, stomping her foot, “why won’t you read it tuh me! Yer no fun!” God, she was so stubborn.

Too much.

Frank huffed shakily, his hands beginning to tremble.

“Young lady, demanding is not a nice thing to do. You are being very rude right now, and you need to watch your mouth, alright Julie?”

Too much.

“But what do I dooooo?”, she whined, “there’s nothing to do with all this rainnn, and I wanna read the book with you, is it that badddd?” He could hear her voice choking up.

It’s all too much.

“I’m sorry, Julie, but you can’t! You can’t read the book and that’s final!”

Too much.

“But why not!? I wanna read it!”

“No, is mine!!”

CRACK!

A deafeningly loud crack of thunder rang through the house, shaking the walls and flickering the lights. Frank jumped at the sound and yelled, dropping the book and falling to his knees.

Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he curled up at his seat, his hands clapped over his ears as he sat whimpering and softly beginning to cry.

Julie stood there, quiet and unsure of what to say. She felt… guilty. She wasn’t sure of what exactly, but seeing Frank cry made her feel very bad.

“…Fankie?”, she whispered, “are you otay?” She reached a hand towards him to comfort him, but he suddenly jerked his head upwards, his terrified eyes meeting her concerned gaze. It was at that moment what he had done. He… he yelled at her… and at such a vulnerable state. She had the mental capacity of an innocent child, and he yelled at her.

He felt like a failure.

Frank grabbed the book he had just dropped and dashed down the hallway, frantically searching for his work room. He turned the door knob hastily, and shoved himself inside the room, locking it behind him. His breathing hitched, and he found himself curled up against the floor, hugging himself tightly as he began to sob helplessly.

Everything was so loud and horrible, he yelled at his best friend, he felt so small and pathetic… it was such a terrible day. He just wanted it all to end, and wake up tomorrow with no memory of it. His eyes shut tightly, internally praying that this was all a bad dream.

Julie had seen it all unfold from the other side, shaking and almost crying herself. Poor Frank had been doing his all the whole day to make her happy, and all she did was make him upset.

He needed to help him.

Of course, she knew she was not in the most optimal position, she was very small herself. It would be hard to take care of someone when you are going small yourself.

She did, however, know how to dial a phone.

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Eddie had been sweeping around his office through the rain, whistling a jovial tune as he went. He favored the rain himself, as it relaxed him and helped him focus, though the occasional crackle of thunder made him jump.

A shrill ringing from a phone sounded through the office suddenly, making Eddie accidentally drop his broom in surprise. He quickly made his way to line, holding the phone to his ear and the microphone to the mouth.

A familiar, high-pitched voice came through.

“Helloo? Hellooooo? Papa?”

He immediately recognized the voice from the moment she called him ‘papa’.

“Julie? Sweetpea, what’re ya callin’ me for? Aren’t ya on a lil’ play date wit’ dear Frankie, yea?” He was concerned. Did something happen to the two? His face screwed into one of worry, his fingers tapping against his desk,

“Uhh, yea,” she replied, “but we got angry at each otha because I wanted to read a book an’…” Her voice began to choke up, hiccuping.

“I-I got mad at him and y-yelled at him, and then a b-big lightning hit at th’ town, and-and he screamed and dropped his book and turned into a lil’ ball, and then he ran away to his-his room, and now he won’t come out and it’s all my fault-“

“Woah woah woah, hey sweetie…,” Eddie stopped her, “deep breaths, in and out.” Julie sniffled, shakily breathing deeply as she calmed down a bit.

“He, hic- got mad and ran awayy… and now I’m scared that h-he’s mad at me, and doesn’t wanna be my f-friend anymow… I’m sorry Papa,” the scared monster said, as she began to cry again. Eddie sat at his desk, his heart heavy and aching for the both of them. For one, poor Frank was going through so much, no wonder he got so upset. However, Julie never meant any harm, and felt terrible for what she did. Because of that, he ultimately made a decision.

“I’m sure it’s going to be a-okay, sweetie! Hey, how about this? Maybe Papa can come over and take a look at Frank, and maybe babysit ya for a while? Does that sound good, sweetie?” Julie sat for a second, thinking about the idea that Eddie had provided.

“Uh huh, I’m otay with dat!”

“Great! I’ll cya there as quick as possible, okay sweetpea?”

“Otay papa, thank you and I love you, bye bye!”

“Hehe, thank you and I love you, Julie. Buh bye!”

It didn’t take him less than a minute to run out of the door and towards Frank’s house, dawning a yellow hat and raincoat to protect himself from the rain. Once he got to the front entrance, he knocked on the door quickly, not too hard but not too quiet.

A reassuring click came not a second later, and the door opened to show Julie, shaken and wiping away tears. Eddie quickly rushed inside, the door closing behind him, and took off his now soaking wet raincoat and hat.

“Alright, sweetie,” he said, kneeling down to Julie’s level, “can ya tell Papa where Frank is for me?” Julie nodded, rushing to the hallway and pointing at the grey man’s desk room entrance. The sobbing had since died down a bit, but they could hear them breathing shakily, hiccuping and sniffling every now and then. Eddie sighed of concern and worry. He turned back towards Julie, thanking her quietly and turning to walk down the hallway.

Julie saw the fatherly mailman cautiously turn the knob to the deskroom and entering. She could hear him whispering something to man, but she was not sure why. Julie sat away from the entrance and waited patiently for Eddie to walk out, so she could know what happened.

A couple of minutes passed, and Julie began to feel impatient, but mostly worried. Did she do something wrong? What happened? Are they both mad at me?

Julie couldn’t stand being this impatient, she had to know what was happening. She took a deep breath, before cautiously tiptoeing towards the open door. She slowly peeked in.

Julie saw Eddie sitting on the floor with Frank cradled against him, his arms tightly wrapped around him. The previously crying man had been reduced to a quiet shaking state, only this time he hid his face in the crook of the mailman’s shoulder, and was swaddled in a bright green blanket. The redhead was rocking his shaking partner slightly back and forth, humming an aimless yet soothing tune.

Eddie soon caught eye of Julie peeking, and smiled gently. He released one arm and pat to his right side, signaling her to come to him. She quickly scampered to his side and plopped down, legs crossed.

“Your friend Frankie here told me what happened,” the redhead started, “he told me that a lot had been going on in his mind and it was too much for him to handle. Did you know that?” Julie took a minute to think, before slowly shaking her head no.

“He also told me that he was feelin’ very little the entire day, smaller than you, really. Did you know that?” The small monster was taken aback by that. Frank had never told her that he was going small, he never showed it either. He seemed quite big and mature up until the fight. She again shook her head no, Eddie humming in response.

“Now, sweetheart,” Eddie began, “I know that ya wanted someone to play with, and to do something wit’ you. But, that doesn’t mean you should yell at others to get that. Frankie was very stressed from being in the rainy weather, and from having to fight with you, but he was scared to tell you because he knew you wanted to play with him, okay?” Guilt set in for the poor monster. She was unaware that he was feeling this way, she just thought he was being mean for no reason.

“Now, it’s not your fault that this happened, it’s no one’s fault. It was a bunch of bad things that came together and made one bad situation. However, you do need to apologize to him for yelling at him and scaring him, okay? That was not very nice of you.”

Julie nodded and hummed ‘yes’, scooting a bit towards the two and sitting on the redhead’s lap. Eddie nodded, before turning to the swaddled man and patting his back. He whispered something to him, before Frank turned his head to face his dear friend.

From there, Julie could make out his expression after having it buried in his partner’s embrace. He had noticeable bags underneath his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed and stained with his tears. His eyes were red from crying, and his hair a mess. Julie felt her throat close up momentarily, as she was scared of upsetting him further. She soon took a deep breath, her gaze fixated on his.

“I’m very sorry that I made you sad, Frankie. I didn’ know that you were feelin’ small like me, or were feelin’ sad all day. I shouldn’ have yelled at out ‘bout the book, I shoulda asked you first. I’m very very sorry, Frankie.” Julie sat quietly on Eddie’s lap, looking down and fiddling with her hands. She didn’t expect him to accept her apology, let alone respond, but didn’t want to lose him as a friend either.

She saw a long gray hand rest onto hers, catching her attention and making her look up. Frank was looking so her, sleepily if anything, but with a sense of forgiveness, whilst gently holding her clasped hands. He smiled gently, and Julie felt her heart flutter momentarily. She smiled back, resting her head against Eddie’s shoulder. They both felt a sense of calm in that moment, after such a tense fight from earlier, not only from the forgiveness each other shared, but being in a calming embrace from the mailman.

The titular mailman had decided to stay over and babysit the two for a while, as Frank was now unfit to properly care for Julie. They didn’t mind, however, because soon Julie would join Eddie in babysitting the small Frank, taking the role of the older sister for him to dote on. The day was somewhat peaceful from then on, and they all basked in that feeling happily.

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#lemme just sprinkle in some of that good angst #frank needs a minute for small time #can ya blame him?? #he’s just a baby man #welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home agere #sfw regression #sfw agere #welcome home eddie #eddie dear #welcome home frank #frank frankly #welcome home julie #julie joyful #gummunity fics

[bulletinboard-writings]

4 F's of February

Feast: Dialogue

It started as pickup lines, then some random bug got in my brain and the end of the month looks nothing like the rest... Regardless, enjoy and write responsibly.

"Want a raisin? No? How about a date?"

"You owe me a drink. Because when I saw you, I dropped mine."

"Let’s taco ‘bout how amazing you are over tacos and margaritas next week."

"Is your name Dunkin? Because I donut want to spend another day without you."

"We should go out for coffee sometime. Because I like you a latte."

"Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie."

"Know what's on the menu today? Me 'n u."

"Do you want some wine to go with this cheesy pickup line?"

"Is your name Chamomile? Because you look like a hot-tea."

"Let’s make a deal: I’ll cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast."

*with a rose in hand* "I just wanted to show this rose what true beauty is."

"Honey, you give new meaning to the defintion of edible."

"You really are eye candy 'cause you're giving my eyes cavities."

"My lips are Skittles, wanna taste the rainbow? "

"Are you a coffee person or a tea person?"

"Maybe we should talk about this later? Over dinner?"

"Have you ever tried (obscure restaurant)? Would you like to?"

"How can you eat after watching that?"

"Please don't tell me you're one of the people who bites their icecream..."

"Smells nice in here, shame we only came in here because it's raining cats and dogs."

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Is there anything on this menu that isn’t swimming in gravy?"

"For the record, no. That place wasn't worth the trip."

"I don't have much of a sweet tooth." -snarky friend- "But you have a crush on [Name]?"

"What is this even supposed to taste like? I can't put my finger on it."

"You wouldn't have slipped some pepper in my tea, would you?" *tense moment of silence* "LIAR!"

"Remind me why I'm going through this much effort for a coffee."

"All I want to do is go home, binge my shows, and eat chips... is that too much to ask?"

Here are a few extras for anyone who wants them.

Those tense moments before/after placing an order.

"So... do you come here often?"

Small talk with the server (or a whole therapy session with the southern hospitality type)

"Ow. I can't believe I bit my tongue."

"You ever have a headache so bad, you can't eat? Even when you know the problem is that you haven't eaten... the monotonous task of chewing just makes it worse."

Buy me a Kofi?

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[remusslove]

Thunderstorms~ James potter and regulus black

James and regulus loved the rain but hated thunderstorms especially in little space. Today was a nice day it was pouring outside and the boys loved it. They begged you to go outside even for a little bit and of course you said yes. When they finally came in they were soaking wet and completely drenched in mud.

By the time you all were cuddling in bed you read them a story and gave them their bottles causing them to knock out only after five minutes. A loud crash of thunder caused James to wake up startled. “Mama” James murmured rubbing his eyes. “Jamie go to sleep” Reggie pouted at the little boy who woke him up.

“Loud thunder Reggie” James whimpered. Reggie looked at the thrashing thunder outside the window. “Its okay jamie just go to sleep” regulus tried to reassure James while trying not to slip himself. James tried to fall asleep but couldn’t stop looking at the window. The thunder was getting louder and louder making regulus slip as well.

They finally decided to go to your room still clutching their blankets and stuffy’s. The slowly opened the door and walked towards you causing you to stir. “Mama” Reggie said softly poking your shoulder. You slowly woke up and saw your boys with tears streaming down their faces. “What happened my loves?” You asked quietly. “Scary thunder mama!” James sobbed.

“Mhm! Weally loud!” Regulus agreed. “Oh my poor baby’s come and lay with mama” you said opening your blanket. They quickly climbed on top of the bed and cuddled into your sides. “It’s okay your safe” you said feeling your heart drop at your two little boys softly sobbing. “I know it’s late but how bout we watch a movie?” You said trying to cheer your boys up.

You smiled as you noticed them peeking up from your chest. “Wif cookies and milk?” Regulus asked sniffling. “Yes my love” you said chuckling softly. You normally wouldn’t give them sweets at night especially this late, but you couldn’t say no. “Can we watch da one wif all the wittle doggies?” James asked smiling. He loved 101 Dalmatians especially when little.

“I wike dat one!” Regulus said with a giggle. “Ok baby lemme go get the snacks and then I’ll put on a movie” you said before hearing them whimper. “Don’t weave us mommy!” Regulus whined. “I’m not baby I’ll be right back” you said trying to reassure him. You quickly got out of bed and got the snacks along with their pacifiers.

“Im back Babies” you said placing the snacks on the bed stand. “Want my paci mommy” James whined. “I have it right here love” you said giving their pacifiers to them. You chuckled looking at the little boys softly snoring. They didn’t even finish half of the movie yet. You decided you guys could finish the rest of the movie tomorrow and turned off the tv before falling asleep yourself.

@siriusblack-whore I hope you like this! I’ll post your second request before midnight<3 thank you for requesting :)

-🦋

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[kafka-ish]

DERRY, MAINE | r.t.

richie finds out who the girl he’s been seeing is

word count: 1.1k

warnings/included: angst-ish

a/n: based off tyler the creator’s WILSHIRE. don’t know if i’m back. trying a new writing style. feedback is always nice. 

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the sharp sound of FUCK erupts from richie’s mouth when his figure collides with another one. you’re annoyed at first, but once you see his face you’re able to keep your temper. something saccharine leaves his lips--an apology--he’s saying, Jesus dollface, if i’d known something as pretty as you were in the area, maybe i’d come here more often. now you’re blushing; wondering if you should tell him you’re not from around here. 

“god, of course not. they don’t make ‘em like you near... so where’re you from? surely a pretty face like that has a strict dad to get home to.” a lanky finger pokes the underside of your nose. if you knew richie tozier any better, you’d figure he’d be calling you a rose. but you don’t know richie. you don’t even know his name. you have to muster up the courage to ask him that, but he’s the first to cut to the chase. “what do they call a face like yours anyway? s’pose i could just call you gorgeous...sweetheart...mine” he takes extra care in saying that last one clear as day. but it’s cloudy outside--forecast calls for rain. he notices this and offers his jacket before opening the door to a record shop. 

he’s a local there; you’ve never stepped foot. he makes a bee -line for the vintage rock section and waits for you with nirvana in his hand, hendrix in the other. 

“is there something you go by?” you realize this is the first thing you’ve said other than telling him your city of residence--bangor (’shit! mom, pops, and i go down there during the winter’). you didn’t even apologize after the run -in. 

“i got the ‘rents calling me richard, but i’m richie on my off days.” 

“are you working today?” he laughs because you catch on quick.

“awh, not with you here next to me. i’d call off any day if that’s the case... hey, how ‘bout a number to go with your name?”

so you’re talking now--you and him. he asks you what things you like and if he’s on that list. he says it again, and again, and you’re at his parents’ place when he’s wondering when you guys will Just Date. 

this is the fifth time you’ve been over. the first, you watched a movie, and it would continue like that until the third. your criterion watchlist slowly deteriorates. movies are replaces for newly cultivated feelings for the person sitting next to you. he’s flipping through films like they’re playboys at the check -out lane. “i’m so tired of this french shit.” it bores him how the way intricately laced bodies don’t do it for a porn addict. “you pick.” you say okay and thirty minutes in, still no one has said anything. richie turns to you and watches your eyebrows furrow. he has that face that suggests he’ll make a move, say something. but he doesn’t. you’re the one to break the silence. 

“we don’t have to watch this.” your eyes are on his. 

“nah, baby, i want to.” but he’s still looking at you. he hasn’t checked the screen since he caught sight of the stray freckle on your cheek. you tense at this. baby was never on the list; nicknames typically vary from sweetheart or gorgeous. it’s never this intimate. there’s tension in the air that’s broken with a kiss. richie’s lips are on yours but he doesn’t go any further than this. 

“i’m seeing someone,” you say, quick. richie’s face falls for eternity. his heart was just pushed off a cliff. 

“shit, i had no idea.” 

“it’s fine. it’s not serious.” but it’s serious to him. his heart just got seriously broken in the matter of minutes. seconds. milliseconds. “i’m into you, though.” these words got him smirking. his curls bounce in a bliss. “i’m into you, too.” 

you still keep up, showing up at his place on the regular. it’s down -low and you were skeptical at first, but now it feels normal. you’re wearing his shirt and his hand holds yours. 

eddie gets on him for missing two game nights in a row. but richie doesn’t care because he’d rather be here, next to you, than here having conversations about the color of bill’s new girl’s underwear. 

denbrough’s got a new girl. it’s all he’s been talking about for the past few months. she’s great. everything about her’s got him hooked. she’s his bait. her lips are the most perfect shade of red and she kisses like she knows how to. she’s got these big eyes that look great especially when--

“yeah that’s enough. thank you.” 

stan mumbles something under his breath about how she’s probably just average and this is just the first time bill got a girl in his pants. 

none of the losers have ever met her until the next game night. ben made a comment about how he hasn’t seen richie in forever, It seems. and eddie goes on about how he’s been ditching the gang; You’re a traitor. 

“in my defense, i had a hot date.” not actual date. but they would get dinner, he would pay, and his eyes would linger on lips. his fingers itching to feel that warm graze. 

“yeah right.” / “what does she look like?” / “did you get to third base?”

richie’s friends become a crowd; asking what she looks like; is she a good kisser; do you think you’ll bring her? 

but she’s already been brought. you and bill enter together. richie’s jaw drops. 

a whistle; eddie’s mouth a circle. your dress is tight; it hugs your hips just right, and falls just above the knees leaving little for bill and his friends’ imagination. 

fuck, bill, how’d you score one like that? is what richie would’ve said if he weren’t stunned with silence and it hadn’t come out of stan’s mouth instead. and bill doesn’t know whether to be flattered or to punch the boy he calls a friend. ‘nice one’ is the line he opts for instead. 

“how ‘bout another round?” richie’s already dealing out the deck conscientiously--his strategy so he doesn’t have to make eye contacr with the girl he had his arm around last week.

“you got a sadistic streak, tozier,” says eddie confidently, who wins that round later.

it’s later when richie calls and you answer as you’ve been doing regularly: “hello?” you answer in the nonchalant voice that he loves to hear and it takes him all the restraint he can muster to stop himself from walking out that door. 

“hey.” his heart pangs and around his throat snakes an invisible chain cutting off any ability he once had to breathe. 

“richie!” you say, as if it never occurred to you why the phone was ringing in the first place, that you were bill’s date. your finger coils around the landline wire. your lips fold and bite into a smirk. richie hears your breath smiling from the other line. richie, with his sharp intuition, knows. 

the phone clicks goodbye. 

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fic

[cangrellesteponme]

NOVEMBER 2ND - FRIENDLY ADVICE

(read this on AO3 here)

dadbastian week day... five? yes yes five i can't count for shit

this is the end of the fluff. unlike my other pieces so far, it's canon compliant AND it's from ciel's pov so you know damn well there are some very depressing thoughts in there. but i swear it's funny at times

in which sebastian's inappropriate bouts of parental care are so uncanny ciel can't bear it.

enjoy!

Unusually enough, Ciel is pulled out of his self-imposed isolation not by darker business, but by bothersome social obligations.

Though it has become routine, a habit carved into him bone-deep by merciless, methodical hands, waking up early is unpleasant as ever. Today, especially, the usual shadows clinging to Ciel’s mood have morphed into both despondency and contrarianism, and it takes all of his self control not to throw his morning teacup against the wall only for the satisfaction of watching it shatter in his stead. The catharsis would be welcomed, but ultimately pointless. It would be neither rational nor worth the effort to lash out.

The day is only starting, and he will need all the energy he can get.

Ciel spends the better part of the two hours allocated to preparations for the day ahead staring out the window. The clouds, of exceptional darkness and volume for the season, make him feel some sense of contentment — Ciel’s soul will never truly know art, but he thinks of poets’ love for nature as a mirror of the self, something he has only known through boringly meticulous study, and almost catches a glimpse of that symbiosis in the skies.

However, Ciel is not his name, no matter how much he tries to convince himself that it fits him as well as an appointed title, and those clouds are to break soon and reform in an endless cycle of tides and rains, of buildup and release — while he himself is only bound to break, and never to reform after his premature destruction.

These are pointless musings, so he puts them aside for the time being.

“I believe you should wear the warmer ensemble, sir,” Sebastian says, his polite tone insufferably fake — intentionally so, Ciel knows, as the demon is fully capable of actually sounding nice.

Looking back at the clothes his butler apparently wants him to wear, Ciel strongly disagrees. Though they do fit his tastes as he favours high coverage, the thick, unpleasant-looking fabrics are clearly chosen to account for cold weather more than the comfort of the wearer — the bane of his existence, in summary, not that he would ever say so out loud.

“I don’t quite care, Sebastian.”

The butler looks annoyed, and makes no effort to hide it, like a scolding mother more than the servant he is supposed to pretend to be. Ciel wants to wipe that expression off his face, scratch it off until his nails are worn and bloody, but that won’t do. The only way to make him bend is an explicit order, and that would mean voicing his discomfort, and he knows Sebastian will push and question him, and of course see through any lie. He could simply not answer, but his silence would betray his turmoil. Ciel knows, deep down, that this is not a matter of distant disgust for the inappropriate liberties Sebastian takes with his role — it is a close kind of unease, as Sebastian’s fleeting bouts of unnatural fondness could almost be returned. The sight of him makes Ciel want to break.

(And on days like these, when the sound of his own ever so shallow breath makes him think of sorrow, the sight of him makes Ciel want to break, yes, and cry, and have someone comfort him lovingly enough to make the entire world go away. He never gives in to the urge, but sometimes his heart is still that of a sheltered child, and he wishes and prays he could be spared.)

“It would be… unfortunate for you to fall ill,” Sebastian eventually says, not letting him lose himself to his thoughts.

Ciel decides then and there that he would rather die of some illness than listen.

Later in the day, the clouds collapse into pouring rain.

Three days later, the consequences of Ciel’s actions come knocking, and the metaphorical impacts echo all around his ribcage and against his already fragile lungs.

That is a bit of an exaggeration. Bad colds do tend to make people more prone to theatrics.

(They don’t. But Ciel will sooner die than admit he’ll take any excuse to let himself be less uptight, at least in the confines of his head, where none can judge and no hands can reach.)

Sebastian, always the thorn in — and the shadow by — his side, sighs from his spot right by the bed.

“Aren’t I always right?”

“Not always,” Ciel replies, and immediately coughs for his words. “Not even most of the time.”

He coughs again, and keeps at it until he can almost visualise every inch of his constricted throat. Sebastian has the audacity to look concerned, and the sight is aggravating.

In times like these, Ciel intimately knows the source of his discomfort. It is something so painful it might be a form of torture Ciel has not yet faced, watching the one whose hands he knows will break him — whose hands he has imagined tearing him apart again and again, night after night — pose as a source of safety. Of warmth. Every single one of the demon’s kindnesses is an anticipated act of profound betrayal, and Ciel is almost rendered mad with anger at the unfairness of it all.

“Young master, you’ll do well to stop arguing and rest instead. Perhaps one day you will grow wise enough to listen to me…”

The worst part is he does not know if his rage is entirely for Sebastian to receive.

“I would not call it wise to listen to the advice of the beast whose stomach growls in my presence,” he still says, looking him in the eye with every bit of resentment he can bring up, because it is easier to go through the motions of hating him. “You are, after all, the reason I won't live long enough to grow into anything, really.”

Sebastian unflinchingly stares back. He does not look concerned anymore. Ciel is glad, for once, that only verbalised lies are prohibited by the contract.

#ciel be like 'get your shit together i am NOT your son' as if he doesn't want that demon to mother the hell out of him smh #kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #my writing #dadbastian #dadbastianweek2023 #dadbastianfriendlyadvice

[homicidal-slvt]

"Rainy Days"

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: None.

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Days drag on and yet go by quickly at the same time, it makes for a whirlwind of complicated emotions. You haven't encountered Sev again and if you're being honest- you're afraid to.

What is he? What are their intentions?

Perhaps you're being a bit paranoid or overly cautious but hey- better a live chicken than a dead duck, right?

Lost in your thoughts you bump into someone...

"Oh shit! Sorry."

Wait- their build seems familiar- Shit.

"Hey, it's no biggie! Clearly we're destined to meet in the worst ways possible."

Still just as chipper as he turns to face you, those baby blues twinkling in the flickering lights of the hall. Naturally you took a step back and cleared your throat.

"Uh, yeah..."

"Dude, I'm real sorry bout' scaring you when we first met. I didn't mean to- honest! I just get so used to doin' my ghostly stuff that I forget it is a bit weird for others."

He seems to be completely sincere in his apology, he truly didn't mean any harm. Something about him reminds you of an over excited puppy, too much pent up energy resulting in disaster.

"It's fine."

"Nah, nah. I should learn to be more careful- it was totally my bad. By the way- names, Cassian."

Despite his clearly outgoing nature he also seems a bit awkward, he starts to hold out his hand for a handshake then pauses and second guesses himself- simply tucking his hand back into his pants pocket... Maybe he's worried that he'll unintentionally make you uncomfortable? Who knows.

You simply offer him a slight smile in an attempt to be a bit more friendly, the guy doesn't seem all that bad at least.

"Anyyywaaays-"

He drags out the word quite a bit while shuffling his feet, baby blues now directed over towards the window. Thick stormy gray clouds are gathering in the sky above, the weather certainly isn't looking too great.

"Looks like it might rain. Do you have an umbrella?"

Fuck... That's what you forgot to grab. Of course.

Surely enough within a couple minutes there's a down pour of rain, there's no way you're going to be able to walk outside and to the other building in that.

"Nope..."

"Would ya like to share my umbrella then, so you can get back to your room dry? Least I can do since our rocky first meeting."

You hesitate slightly but you really don't want to be a drenched rat today- so you give a small nod.

"Yeah... Thanks."

"Not a problem, dude! Let's go!"

He pops open his big ass umbrella the second you two get out the door, he ensures that you are well shielded from the rain as you both walk. He tries his best not to get too much in your personal space- which sorta sacrifices part of his right side getting him wet. You sigh and move closer in to get him to hold it over both of you.

"Don't get wet because of me."

He gets visibly awkward again and unsure of himself, offering a goofy little smile in your direction and a nod.

"Yeah, just didn't wanna... Yeah, okay."

Once you two finally reach the building you glance down at your wet shoes- but hey. At least the rest of you is dry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text from your aunt, you bid a polite goodbye to, Cassian.

After heading upstairs and reaching your room, you pull out your phone to check the text, door clicking shut behind you.

'Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend?'

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{Please be nice to Cassian. He's doing his best I swear. LMAO}

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{@sofasoap @anna-banana27 @scar-crossedlvrs }

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#vee's oc works #vee's spooky season series #blood oaths & autumn harmonies

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Magnolia Jasmine Part 2

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

Warnings: canon typical stuff, nothing really

Word Count: 1300ish

In the days that followed the wasp men’s attack, the media has gone crazy over the appearance of a new vigilante. Not that you have any intention of returning back to the hero scene, no this had been a one off. No one else knew that, though. They all assumed you’d be back after your heroic debut. Names were being flung around as different outlets scrambled to be the one who coined your official name. Some of them were quite silly like ‘The Wasp Whisperer’ and ‘Mother Earth’. Others you could admit had a nice ring to them. ‘Briar’ was fun, even if it was a bit of an insult in some places. ‘Queen Bee’ was cute. ‘Meadow’ was one of your favorites. You diligently avoid anything comparing you to your mother’s alter ego. The media is clueless to your heritage, but it’s an obvious connection to draw between 2 plant controlling women.

Business booms as children request flowers to be put in their hair, couples are reminded that it’s been a while since they got their S/O a bouquet, and displays are made by businesses to take advantage of the flower hero and their 15 minutes of fame. You exercise caution with your powers over the next week or two, aware of the potential for scrutiny.

You are closing up one evening as the rain is finally starting to let up, when a boyishly handsome man with a mop of brown hair comes jogging up to your door, just as you are about to turn the sign. 

“Sorry, I know you’re ‘bout to close. Do you think I could grab a bouquet real quick before you close? I promised my aunt I would bring her some flowers for dinner tonight, but then I got caught up in the rain and I’m already running super late,” he pleads.

You smile as he rambles, it’s not like you have anything better to do with your evening. A few extra minutes don’t bother you.. “Sure, come on in.” You hold the door open for him and watch him track wet, dirty footprints through the front of the store.

I really need a better door mat, you think to yourself.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver. I’m Peter, by the way,” he says as he grabs a small bouquet from the shelf and takes it to the register.

“I’m Maggy,” you offer though it may be obvious with the sign out front. You ring him up, carefully wrapping up the flowers and putting a loose bag over the tops in case it starts raining again.

“Well, Maggy. It was great to meet you. I totally owe you one.” Peter sticks some change in your tip jar and makes his way back to the door, noticing the footprints he tracked in.

“Oh jeez, I am so sorry. Let me clean this up.”

“It’s okay, you’re late to dinner. Go, I don’t mind,” you say honestly.

“If I wasn’t running so late I would stay and clean it. I’m so sorry, my aunt raised me better than this. You sure you don’t mind?”

“I really don’t. Go, enjoy the flowers.” You smile reassuringly as he gives you an apologetic look, dashing out the door and down the street.

You grab the mop and laugh a little. You try not to hope that you’ll see him again. It was a big city, you could go the rest of your lives without your paths ever crossing again. But you know what they say: it might be a big city, but it’s a small world.

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A week or so passes before you see Peter again. It’s sometime in the afternoon and you’re doodling little flowers on receipt paper as you wait for another customer. It’s warm today, even in the shop and your red hair is pulled up off your neck with a claw clip. Your legs swing freely as you perch on the stool behind your counter. 

His hair is dry this time, though a bit messy, and in the sunlight, you can see how beautiful his chocolate brown eyes are. You can also see the gnarly shiner he has on his left eye. At the sight of him, you almost fall off your stool.

“Peter, what happened?” You blurt out in concern before you realize it would probably be more polite to ignore it.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just got mugged.” He says this all with a smile on his face, speeding past the whole ‘ and adding, “Anyways, I felt really bad about the other night and I wanted to come and apologize. I also feel like an idiot ‘cause I didn’t make the connection of your name and the shop.”

“It really is okay, Peter. I didn’t have anywhere else to be, I really didn’t mind. And yeah, Magnolia is a mouthful, it’s cool for a flower shop name, but I prefer Maggy or MJ.”

Peter looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “MJ?”

“Yeah, my parents named me Magnolia Jasmine. You can’t even imagine how hard that is to get little kids to say. I went by MJ ‘til college.”

“Do you wanna get some coffee with me? I mean, obviously not now, I can see you’re busy, but some other time?” He’s all giddy energy, rocking back and forth on his heels, looking at you like you’re the moon and the stars. 

“I don’t even know you, Peter…?”

“Parker, Peter Parker. And isn’t that the point of a date, to get to know each other better?” He asks with a grin.

You aren’t necessarily opposed to it, you can’t deny the connection you feel, but you aren’t going to be stupid. Safe dating practices was something your dad has hammered into your brain since you were 13.

“Tell you what, I’ll think about it, and in the meantime,” you scribble your name and number on the receipt paper that is covered in various drawings of flowers, “here’s my number, Peter Parker.”

Peter takes the paper with a grin, glancing at it before pulling out his phone, an older model with an extremely cracked screen, and adding you to his contacts. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket and you check it in time to see a message from a new number that says ‘it’s peter parker :)’. 

“I gotta go to work, but I’ll text you later.” Peter ducks out the door. “Bye, MJ!”

*******

Peter hasn’t been able to get you off his mind since that first night when he tracked dirt through your store. You were absolutely beautiful with your red hair hanging loosely and your bright, hazel eyes. You had been wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt with some floral pun on it and he swore you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, dirt smudge on your cheek and all. He had made a note to visit you again as soon as he could.

Today, he had rushed to your store on his break. You’d been focused on your doodling when you looked up. He completely forgot that he was still healing a black eye, he should’ve waited another day. 

Peter had been completely flabbergasted when you said your name was MJ. Ever since he got back from his multiversal adventure, he’s been keeping an eye out for his very own MJ. It’s not like he had been searching for you actively, there are far too many MJs in the world for that to make sense. But the moment you told him, he just knew that you were the MJ meant to be in his life.

Before meeting his pseudo-brothers, Peter would have struggled to come to terms with any sort of new relationship. The most he was comfortable with was casual flings and friends held at arm’s length. But when he caught Peter 1’s MJ, it was like he could finally forgive himself for what happened with Gwen. He’s been doing better, been lighter, something May had commented on. Peter is ready to at least get to know you. He’ll do better this time around. He will keep the lives of Peter Parker and Spider-Man separate. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. He can keep you safe if it comes to it. He’s certain of it.

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[nori-writes]

Rainy Days

Yeehan

Desc: Rainy days may cancel some plans but that doesn’t mean you can’t make new ones inside for a lazy day.

W/C: 1150+

A/N: This is the last one I have to transfer over but hope this feeds y’all for now 💜 I’ve really been enjoying writing this ship recently I can’t even lie, so there may be more to come ;) also WARNING!!! There is some nudity BUT there’s no smut or anything suggestive, just two people showering together.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Cole groaned, looking out of the window of him and his boyfriend’s shared bedroom on the Gibraltar base, seeing the rain patter against the window.

Hanzo approached behind Cole, wrapping his arms around his waist, lying his head onto his shoulder, “It was a little cold outside anyway, hm?

He wasn’t totally wrong, it was about 55 Farenheight outside and while that wasn’t much for the archer though Cole being from the desert, it was freezing, “I mean well yeah- but I still wanted to spend some time out with you today y’know? It’s been a minute.”

“There’ll be another day here sometime in the future, how about we just enjoy a day inside for today?”

Cole sighed, he couldn’t lie, that did sound nice. With all the missions recently being able to just stay inside and do nothing with his boyfriend sounded like a dream especially since their missions recently never seemed to correspond with one another. When one was home the other always seemed to be away.

The brunette slipped around, out of the archer’s grasp to turn around and comb his fingers through his onyx coloured hair that was currently let down out of it’s usual man bun, “How ‘bout a shower first?”

Hanzo nodded, “Only if you promise to wash my back and hair for me.”

“Promise.”

The two slipped into the bathroom stripping off their clothing, placing them into the hamper that was kept in the bathroom before making their way into the shower.

Soon enough Cole’s hands were massaging the shampoo into Hanzo’s scalp while he let out a low moan at the feeling, “Sounds like you’ve been needin’ this,” he let out with a low chuckle.

“More than you could ever imagine.”

Silence passed while Cole continued washing the other male’s hair, eventually pulling down the shower head to carefully rinse out the shampoo so as to not get any in his eyes. Cole loved the way Hanzo’s shampoo smelt. It wasn’t anything he’d ever use on himself though, it didn’t quite fit him.

Cole was much more of a three in one kind of guy, he never saw the point of buying everything separately, while Hanzo was almost the complete opposite of that, he had different shampoos for different occasions, his most used being a cherry blossom scent which was Cole’s favourite.

After he finished rinsing the others hair, his lips fell down to the others neck, placing a soft kiss before mumbling, “I love you.”

The archer spinned himself around to place a proper chaste kiss onto the gunslinger’s lips, the gap between the two closing.

Soon enough the two pulled away for air before Hanzo whispered back with the smallest of smiles, “I love you too.”

Cole gave back a smile back at him before turning off the shower and getting out. Soon enough the two were dried off and clothed, not into anything special. Cole had simply put on sweatpants while Hanzo opted for his own sweatpants and a shirt of Cole’s he had found in the closet.

“Y’know that looks real cute on you sweetheart.”

As Hanzo went to walk out of the room he whispered a small “thank you,” while placing a kiss onto the other male's cheek as he walked by right before exiting the bedroom door Hanzo looked behind himself to Cole, “I was thinking we can cook something?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Cole followed Hanzo out of the room into the small kitchen that their living quarters had. They couldn’t complain about how small it was, most living quarters didn’t have kitchens, they were only an exception because they were living together.

Hanzo let Cole decide on what they were going to eat. He had chosen some sort of skillet meal that reminded him of home. He had gone to pull out a bell pepper without washing his hands before the other male swatted his hand away, “Wash your hands first.”

The brunette nodded, “Yessir,” moving to the sink to wash his hands and right when he was done he felt someone behind him.

“Hold on, don’t move,” Hanzo spoke with a hair tie in his mouth, pulling back Cole’s hair, taking the hair tie from his mouth, tying his hair back, “There, now you can do as you please.”

Cole thanked him with a kiss before Hanzo took Cole’s place at the sink, pulling his own hair back into the loop twice and instead of pulling it through a third time, only pulling the hair halfway through so it’d created almost something resembling a bun. After, washing his own hands.

Soon enough the two had made themselves a meal, a delicious one at that, the two moving to the couch with their plates of food, turning on some movie that the two had been meaning to watch together for weeks now not long into the movie they had set their empty plates onto the side table next to the couch.

The two main characters came on screen, some slow song playing in the background as the characters danced across the TV. Cole got up, extending his hand out to Hanzo who was still sitting.

“Dance with me?”

He nodded, taking his hand and sank into Cole’s arms. Soon enough the two fell into step together letting the rhythm control their movements.

Hanzo looked at the other male, the smile on his face radiating warmth along with the fond look of love in his honey brown eyes. He felt his face flush at this and set his head on Cole’s shoulder.

The two continued to dance, lost in whatever song was playing, along with just being lost in eachother. Somewhere at some point after Hanzo put his head down Cole had placed a kiss on his head, whispering an “I love you,” though there was no reply expected, just a simple statement as the two swayed to the music.

Almost too soon the music had ended on the TV and Hanzo brought his head up, meeting Cole’s as he smiled at the gunslinger, “Well ain’t you finer than a frog’s hair split four ways.”

“English please.”

Cole let out a low chuckle, “Means you’re cute.”

“Well, thank you,” he said quietly with a soft smile.

“‘Course sweetheart, and you look like you’re ready for a little sleep,” he spoke, running his real hand over Hanzo’s cheek and he responded with a nod, “To bed we shall go then.”

Cole cleaned up the remanents of dinner putting their dishes into the sink, that was a problem for later, right now he was just worried about getting into bed.

After cleaning up the living room a little he made his way back into their bedroom where Hanzo had already found himself comfortable in the comforter. Cole climbed into the bed next to him and on his way turned off their bedroom light, wrapping himself around his lover.

The two sat in silence for a while until Hanzo finally spoke, “Did that live up to your rainy day expectations, Cole?”

“More than, but maybe that’s just ‘cause I spent it with you. Everything always better with you.”

“You flirt.”

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[luminberry]

Small Comforts

okay so i finally sat my ass down and got something out..its not vore or anything special but its self indulgent and sappy

*throws it and explodes*

The week had been a lot rougher than you honestly wanted to admit, work had put you through your paces and strained your patience well beyond the breaking point, but at least today was your day off.

But like clockwork, you couldn’t find the energy or time to do anything to help you relax in the slightest. You had to go grocery shopping, clean and do laundry before you could even begin to think of doing anything for yourself. And a part of you knew with what little energy you had to use to get all that done, you’d waste the entire measly two days off you had just playing catch up again.

In short, you were drained and frayed..wanting help but having no one to come to who’d even bother to help, everyone else had their own worries and needs to handle after all. You scrubbed at your eyes to fight off the tears that were threatening to seep through for the umpteenth time today when your thoughts were interrupted by a soft warmth both in voice and touch.

“Darlin? What’s wrong sweetpea..ya look bout as worn out as a blown fuse.”

You knew who the voice belonged to, and gave a weak smile up at them as their large work calloused hands gently curled around your waist and hips. Their face showed concern, not prying in the slightest but knowing full well something was amiss with you.

“It’s nothing..just..just a bit worn out I guess? Just feeling tired and..alot of other things.”

Despite being entirely vague, he seemed to read the hidden meaning in your words regardless and gave you another soft smile, giving you a soft squeeze that pressed you into his front as he hugged you from behind.

“Well then, if yer tired sweetpea..How bout a little nap with yours truly? Or just ta spend some quiet time till ya feel more awake..”

“Aren’t you..busy with stuff and all that?”

“Ain’t nothin pressin I got goin on in tha slightest sweetpea. Ya look like ya could use a bit of cuddlin afterall. Promise ya’ll feel better afterwards.”

You can’t help but smile a bit more genuinely at his offer before nodding silently.

Warmth surrounds you as those same hands gently grip you, lifting you with ease to rest against their chest, shifting you in the process to face them as they smile down at you with such warmth and affection it makes your face start to heat up.

“Don’t worry sweetpea, just let me take care of ya tonight alright? A lil love n care n y’all be right as rain in no time~”

“Alright..just for tonight maybe.”

“Heh, good ta hear yer up for it then, lets getcha someplace nice n cosy howsabout?”

A warm hand shifted to hold you against his massive chest, gently rubbing in slow circles as he took his time getting to wherever it was he was taking you. He did his best not to jostle you around too much, taking care to hold you just firmly enough that the pressure was…nice even.

Resting your head on their soft chest, you heard them laugh softly, a hand coming up to gently tease and ruffle your hair lovingly.

“Already gettin cosy with me n we haven’t even reached our lil spot, I can tell I’m gonna have fun with y’all.”

“Oh shush..can’t help the fact you’re…just soft and warm..its nice okay?”

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing now did I? It’s down right adorable honestly, seein ya gettin all cosied up with lil ol’ me. Maybe I should offer this more often eh?”

You can definitely feel your face heating up to match his own body warmth..and after spotting that teasing grin being aimed your way you can’t help but smack at his chest lightly with a hand, earning you a hearty belly shaking laugh from him.

“Aw don’t be like that darlin, I’m only teasin ya a lil bit~ But I’ll stop for now alright? Jus hang tight a lil bit longer for me will ya?”

You resist smacking him a bit more for now, instead you just let out a relaxed sigh and let him carry you off to god knows where exactly. A few more moments pass before you hear the sound of a door being opened and the bright fluorescent lights fade from above to be replaced with a soft honeyed amber hue, soft on the eyes and more than enough to take the dull ache those borderline medicinal feeling lights out in the halls were giving you.

He settles down on what you can only assume is the edge of a bed before gravity gently guides you down to rest in his lap, that soft teasing smile being aimed down at you once more as both hands come to gently squeeze and knead at your waist and hips with care.

“Now then darlin, how bout we get all that nasty stress knocked right outta ya? Might take me a while but..I’m real sure y’all won’t mind will ya?”

Before you can even answer he gets to work, hugging you firmly against his soft and thick frame, hands gently starting to knead and work into your weary body. The effect made you yelp softly before falling into a long drawn out content sigh of relief that got him to hum in amusement.

“There we go sweetpea, just relax and let me do what I do best for ya. Whatever y’all want just say tha word n it’s yers~”

His voice had dropped into a much softer, almost hypnotic purr as he worked the knots out of you, humming softly as he shifted you and himself both properly into the bed with ease. You felt him rest up against the wall his bed was pushed against as he gently pulled you closer to his face, letting you rest atop his ample chest and torso..almost sinking into it like a warm and inviting pillow as the minutes bled into one another.

“Oh god…how’d you know this was something I needed..?”

“Well I won’t say it was too obvious darlin, ya hide yer pain and frustrations away better than most.. Almost a lil too well I’d say. But y’all have yer tells just like everyone else. Ya get quiet and avoidant real easy..wasn’t hard ta put tha pieces together after that.”

“Oh..”

“But just so ya know my lil darlin, if ya ever do feel like ya need a moment ta step back from things..yer more than allowed ta. Even tha strongest folks need a lil tenderness and care shown ta them. N seein ya get all rosey cheeked and flustered alongside seein that darlin face of yers go back ta its glowin self..well I’ll be more than happy ta help.”

There were a few soft moments of silence as his words sank into you before the tears came back up to the surface, harder and faster than you expected..Leaving you to be a little sobbing mess in front of him..thankfully his only response was to gently rub your back and hug you tenderly to him, letting you work your tears out in your own time.

“S’alright darlin..go on n get it all out for me okay? Ya’ll feel better for it afterwards. But I do mean what I said though. Ya ain’t ever alone like ya feel ya are, Ya got me and plenty of others that’ll help ya work things out if ya let em. N I’ll always be happy ta listen no matter how long it takes..okay?”

“Y-yeah..alright. Thank you though..for..for being here for me.”

“Ain’t a problem sweetpea. I’ll always make time for my lil darlin~”

You feel silly somehow, but at the same time your chest feels just a bit lighter now. Just enough to bear the weight of life once more as it comes..But the blush and tear stains marring your face remain..But you don’t really care anymore.

This man has seen you at your worst, yet still calls you such horribly saccharine names and holds you to his massive frame with such care it's hard not to just forget the world around you. And so you do, you let everything outside this warm and comforting room fall away from you entirely. All the worries and anxious thoughts are gently and lovingly wiped clean at least for a little while, just while you’re here in this mans embrace.

His warmth has seeped deep into the core of your being by now, making you just a touch drowsy as his hands work you over. The affection and mirth in his eyes as he watches you give in and let him help you at long last makes a deep and utterly satisfied purr rumble forth from the chest you find yourself nuzzling into.

“Heh, ya look like quite a sight now if I do say so myself~ Ya feelin better now sweetpea?”

“Yeah..yeah I feel alot better. But..do you mind if I-?”

“Oh darlin ya don’t even need ta ask, if ya wanna stay then stay. Don’t mind cuddlin a cute lil thing like y’all all night if y’all let me~”

“God..but..yeah that-that sounds really nice honestly.”

“Y’all were lookin a bit sleepy-eyed anyways..just didn’t wanna say anythin just yet..ya looked too cute~!”

“Stoppit goddd…you keep saying im cute and im gonna…gonna just leave maybe.”

Another soft but hearty laugh rumbles up from the belly you’ve been resting on for god alone knows how long now before those two massive and powerful hands reach up to cup your face between them with the upmost of care.

“Aw now don’t be like that my lil sweetpea..just can’t help but think yer cute, adorable and just all kinds a lovely things. Y’all know deep down ya appreciate it, cause I don’t see ya tryin ta run from me or hit me like usual~”

“..that’s only cause you have a hold of my face…and you’ve..well..I don’t wanna get up just yet..”

“Aw..now that’ll warm this old heart of mine just all tha more.”

Feeling a bit..bolder, or maybe just wanting to do something in return for him. You push yourself just a bit forwards…Just enough to get a small kiss to one of his cheeks. That smile falters for just a moment before you’re rewarded with seeing his whole face dust with a soft rosy tint, making you laugh for what feels like the first time in a long while.

“Pft! What, one tiny kiss is all it takes to get you to blush..? Wow can’t wait to tell everyone”

“Hah~! That is if I letcha even leave ya gigglin lil fiend..c’mere~!”

“wh-AH! Heyyy!!”

In a instant your world is thrown backwards as he grins playfully down at you before just leaning forwards and trapping you under his hefty weight. You’re not uncomfortable you find, a part of you knowing he’d never actually hurt you in the first place. 

That still doesn’t stop you from wriggling under his chest and laughing softly as you try to put up a convincing upset voice and failing.

“G-get off me you big goof! C’mon no fair using your size against me here.”

“Y’all know what was gonna happen if ya wanted ta spend tha night here darlin~ Don’t worry y’all wont be stuck for long…Just long enough for me ta have some fun.”

“W-wait what does that mean exactly?”

“Why this of course~!”

This, being him nuzzling into your neck and face with a hearty laugh filled hum. A few kisses here and there left you beet red and squirming with laughter at how ticklish his beard was against your soft skin.

Eventually he did relent the love filled assault and shifted to simply lay down properly in bed with you tucked against him. Your chest felt tight..but it wasn’t from worry or anxiety anymore..But it was a feeling you were happy to feel for a moment or two before nuzzling into his side with a huff.

“..thank you again, for..today. I really needed it I think.”

“Anytime darlin, anytime~ Ya need a lil love and care again jus come find me and we’ll take care of things..”

“..there anything I can do to repay you though?”

“Just stayin here with me, n runnin inta my big strong arms when ya need me is more than enough my lil sweetpea..trust me, it’s more than enough.”

He cups your face once more and places a gentle kiss to your forehead with a tender affection filled smile.

“Now get some rest for me alright? I’ll make sure ya sleep well..”

“Alright..g’night.”

“G’night sweetpea, sweet dreams.”

You soon fell into a deep and utterly restful sleep, with him holding you close the entire night. And honestly a part of you didn’t want to wait until next time to do this again.

#g/t #g/t fluff #g/t writing #mawedness combat #the twins jeri n atty #because im gay for those two so..yeah its about them ofc #just trying to shake off the rust with something sweet and fluffy

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and It’s/It Is

Note: huge thank you to @meandmypagancrew who collaborated with me on the lyrics for this post!

'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: It’s hard not to find it all a little bittersweet

Tim McGraw: And looking back on all of that, it’s nice to believe

Teardrops On My Guitar: I laugh ‘cause it’s just so funny

The Outside: And now it’s all too late, so you see

The Outside: But no one notices until it’s too late to do anything

Tied Together With A Smile: I guess it’s true that love was all you wanted ‘cause you’re giving it away like it’s extra change

Tied Together With A Smile: Oh, ‘cause it’s not his price to pay, it’s not his price to pay

Stay Beautiful: He smiles, it’s like the radio

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Should’ve Said No: It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything is gone

Our Song: When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow ‘cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

Our Song: When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow ‘cause it’s late and his mama don’t know

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: It’s like no matter what I do

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: When I’m with anybody else, it’s so hard to be myself

A Perfectly Good Heart: It’s not unbroken anymore

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fearless: There’s something ‘bout the way the street looks when it’s just rained

Fearless: It’s the first kiss, it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless

Fifteen: It’s the morning of your very first day

Fifteen: It’s your freshman year and you’re gonna be here for the next four years in this town

Love Story: It’s a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”

Love Story: This love is difficult, but it’s real

Hey Stephen: I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold

Hey Stephen: It’s beautiful, wonderful, don’t you ever change

White Horse: Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around

White Horse: And it’s too late for you and your white horse

White Horse: Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to catch me now

White Horse: Oh, it’s too late to catch me now

You Belong With Me: I’m in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night

You Belong With Me: Think I know where you belong, think I know it’s with me

Breathe: But it’s killing me to see you go after all this time

Breathe: It’s the kind of ending you don’t really wanna see

Breathe: ‘Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down

Breathe: And we know it’s never simple, never easy

Breathe: It’s 2 AM, feeling like I just lost a friend

Breathe: Hope you know it’s not easy, easy for me

You’re Not Sorry: And it’s taken me this long, baby, but I figured you out

You’re Not Sorry: And now you’re asking me to listen ‘cause it’s worked each time before

The Way I Loved You: He says everything I need to hear and it’s like I couldn’t ask for anything better

The Way I Loved You: It’s 2 AM and I’m cursing your name

The Way I Loved You: It’s a roller coaster kinda rush

The Best Day: I’m five years old, it’s getting cold, I’ve got my big coat on

The Best Day: Don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay

The Best Days: It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs

Change: And it’s a sad picture, the final blow hits you

Change: And you know it’s all the same, another time and place

Change: It’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair

Change: And the battle was long, it’s the fight of our lives

Change: It’s a revolution, throw your hands up

Untouchable: It’s like a million little stars spelling out your name

Untouchable: It’s half full and I won’t wait here all day

The Other Side Of The Door: ‘Cause I’m so mad I might tell you that it’s over

Today Was A Fairytale: All that I can say is now it’s getting so much clearer

Today Was A Fairytale: I can feel my heart, it’s beating in my chest

You All Over Me: It’s how it used to be

You All Over Me: You can’t change where it’s been

Mr. Perfectly Fine: But it’s wonderful to see that you’re okay

Mr. Perfectly Fine: But it’s wonderful to see that it never phased you

Mr. Perfectly Fine: It’s the best seat in the best room

Mr. Perfectly Fine: And it’s really such a shame, it’s such a shame

That’s When: When it’s sunny or storming

Don’t You: It’s been awhile, I didn’t mean to stare

Bye Bye Baby: I want you bad but it’s come down to nothing

Bye Bye Baby: You’re all I want but it’s not enough this time

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Mine: And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time

Sparks Fly: You touch me once and it’s really something

Sparks Fly: But with you, I know it’s no good

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Dear John: Well, maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame

Dear John: Or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love then take it away

The Story Of Us: Is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?

Never Grow Up: And it’s so quiet in the world tonight

Never Grow Up: It’s so much colder than I thought it would be

Better Than Revenge: She looks at life like it’s a party and she’s on the list

Better Than Revenge: They didn’t teach you that in prep school so it’s up to me

Innocent: It’s all right, just wait and see

Innocent: It’s okay, life is a tough crowd

Innocent: It’s never too late to get it back

Haunted: It’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet

Haunted: And it’s coming over you like it’s all a big mistake

Last Kiss: Hope it’s nice where you are

Last Kiss: And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day

Ours: And it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong

Superman: To save the world or go to work, it’s the same thing to me

Electric Touch: It’s 8:05 and I see two headlights

When Emma Falls In Love: She waits and takes her time ‘cause little Miss Sunshine always thinks it’s gonna rain

When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, it’s all on her face

When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls apart, it’s when she’s alone

I Can See You: They keep watchful eyes on us so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet

Foolish One: And it’s delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof

Timeless: And that’s when I called you and it’s so hard to explain

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

Red: Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go

Treacherous: I can’t decide if it’s a choice getting swept away

All Too Well: And I know it’s long gone

All Too Well: Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it

22: It’s miserable and magic, oh, yeah

22: Tonight’s the night when we forget about the deadlines, it’s time

22: Tonight’s the night when we forget about the heartbreaks, it’s time

I Almost Do: It’s probably better off this way

Stay Stay Stay: You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad

Stay Stay Stay: But I think that it’s best if we both stay

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

Stay Stay Stay: So I think that it’s best if we both stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay

The Last Time: This is the last time I say it’s been you all along

The Lucky One: Now it’s big black cars and Riviera views

Everything Has Changed: And let me know that it’s not all in my mind

Begin Again: And I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny, ‘cause he never did

Come Back… Be Here: ‘Cause it’s not fair that you’re not around

Girl At Home: It’s kinda like a code, yeah

Ronan: And it’s about to be Halloween, you could be anything you wanted if you were still here

Better Man: Push my love away like it’s some kind of loaded gun

Better Man: I hold onto this pride because these days it’s all I have

Nothing New: And I know it’s sad but this is what I think about

Nothing New: It’s like I can feel time moving

Nothing New: I know someday I’m gonna meet her, it’s a fever dream

Babe: And it’s strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent

Message In A Bottle: I know that you like me, and it’s kind of frightening

I Bet You Think About Me: But now that we’re done and it’s over, I bet you couldn’t believe

I Bet You Think About Me: But now that we’re done and it’s over, I bet it’s hard to believe

Forever Winter: He says, “It’s not just a phase I’m in”

Forever Winter: When the lights go out, it’s hard to breathe

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): Any time now, he’s gonna say it’s love

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): Swearing it’s the same, after three months in the grave

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): And he said, “It’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one”

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Welcome To New York: Welcome to New York, it’s been waiting for you

Welcome To New York: It’s a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore

Welcome To New York: Like any real love, it’s ever changing

Blank Space: So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames

Blank Space: You can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain

Blank Space: Boys only want love if it’s torture

Style: It’s been awhile since I have even heard from you

All You Had To Do Was Stay: Now that’s it’s just too late

Shake It Off: It’s like I got this music in my mind saying, “It’s gonna be all right”

I Wish You Would: It’s 2 AM in your car

I Wish You Would: You say it’s in the past, you drive straight ahead

I Wish You Would: And I wish you were right here, right now, it’s all good

I Wish You Would: It’s 2 AM in my room

Bad Blood: Did you have to ruin what was shiny? Now it’s all rusty

Bad Blood: Oh, it’s so sad to think about the good times, you and I

Bad Blood: So don’t think it’s in the past, these kinda wounds, they last and they last

Wildest Dreams: Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams

Wildest Dreams: Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just pretend

How You Get The Girl: Say it’s been a long six months

I Know Places: It’s a scene and we’re out here in plain sight

I Know Places: It’s a bad sign, bad sign

I Know Places: And you know for me, it’s always you

I Know Places: And I know for you, it’s always me

Wonderland: It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody loses their mind

New Romantics: We hang back, it’s all in the timing

New Romantics: It’s poker, he can’t see it in my face but I’m about to play my ace

New Romantics: Please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic

“Slut!”: Half awake, taking your chances, it’s a big mistake

Say Don’t Go: Oh no, oh no, it’s not fair

Now That We Don’t Talk: Truth is, I can’t pretend it’s platonic, it’s just ended

Sweeter Than Fiction: It’s like we don’t remember the rain we thought would last forever and ever

Sweeter Than Fiction: It’s sweeter than fiction

Sweeter Than Fiction: It’s sweeter, yeah, it’s sweeter, sweeter

'reputation'

End Game: The truth is it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

End Game: It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold

Delicate: ‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

So It Goes…: But when you get me alone, it’s so simple

Getaway Car: Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery

Getaway Car: But with three of us, honey, it’s a sideshow

Getaway Car: It’s no surprise I turned you in

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Oh, ‘cause it’s gravity, oh, keeping you with me

Call It What You Want: They took the crown but it’s all right

New Year’s Day: I can tell that it’s gonna be a long road

New Year’s Day: But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong, or we’re making mistakes

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: It isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it’s just indifference

I Forgot That You Existed: It isn’t hate, it’s just indifference

I Forget That You Existed: It’s all just a blur

Cruel Summer: And it’s new, the shape of your body

Cruel Summer: It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

Cruel Summer: And it’s ooh, it’s a cruel summer

Cruel Summer: It’s cool, that’s what I tell ‘em

Cruel Summer: And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth, I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

The Man: And it’s all good if you’re bad and it’s okay if you’re mad

The Man: They paint me out to be bad so it’s okay that I’m mad

The Archer: I never grow up, it’s getting so old

I Think He Knows: Make me wanna know that body like it’s mine

I Think He Knows: It’s like I’m seventeen, nobody understands

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: It’s been a long time coming

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: It’s you and me, that’s my whole world

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: It’s you and me, there’s nothing like this

Paper Rings: Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be all right

Paper Rings: Kiss you twice ‘cause it’s gonna be all right

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk but it’s not enough

Death By A Thousand Cuts: ‘Cause I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not

Death By A Thousand Cuts: It’s death by a thousand cuts

Death By A Thousand Cuts: But I’ll be all right, it’s just a thousand cuts

Soon You’ll Get Better: I just pretend it isn’t real

Soon You’ll Get Better: It’s been years of hoping

False God: Even if it’s a false god we’d still worship

You Need To Calm Down: But you’re taking shots at me like it’s Patrón

You Need To Calm Down: And I’m just like, “Damn, it’s 7 AM”

Afterglow: It’s on your face and I’m to blame

Afterglow: Hey, it’s all me in my head, I’m the one who burned us down but it’s not what I meant

Afterglow: I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go

Afterglow: It’s so excruciating to see you low

Afterglow: It’s on your face, don’t walk away

Afterglow: Tell me that it’s not my fault

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: It’s nice to have a friend

Daylight: Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now, it’s brighter now

Daylight: I once believed love would be black and white but it’s golden

Daylight: It’s golden like daylight

'folklore'

the 1: And it’s all right now

the 1: And it’s another day of waking up alone

mirrorball: When I break, it’s in a million pieces

this is me trying: And it’s hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

this is me trying: It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

illicit affairs: It’s born from just one single glance

invisible string: And it’s cool, baby, with me

mad woman: It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together

betty: Betty, I won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but I think it’s ‘cause of me

betty: When I passed your house, it’s like I couldn’t breathe

betty: I planned it out for weeks now but it’s finally sinking in

peace: Suddenly this summer, it’s clear

peace: And it’s just around the corner, darling

peace: It’s like I’m wasting your honor

'evermore'

champagne problems: I made a joke, “Well, it’s made for me”

'tis the damn season: It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

'tis the damn season: But if it’s all the same to you, it’s the same to me

'tis the damn season: But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me

tolerate it: If it’s all in my head tell me now

happiness: When I’m above the trees, I see this for what it is

happiness: I guess it’s the price I paid for seven years in heaven

dorothea: It’s never too late to come back to my side

ivy: Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another

ivy: So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it

ivy: So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it, you started it

closure: It’s been a long time and seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain

closure: I know that it’s over, I don’t need your closure

closure: But it’s fake and it’s oh so unnecessary

right where you left me: And it’s been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

it’s time to go: You know when it’s time to go

it’s time to go: Trying to stay for the kids when keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse

it’s time to go: I know when it’s time to go

it’s time to go: You know in your soul when it’s time to go

'Midnights'

Anti-Hero: It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me

Anti-Hero: It’s me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

Snow On The Beach: It’s like snow at the beach, weird, but fucking beautiful

Snow On The Beach: But it’s coming down, no sound, it’s all around

Snow On The Beach: And it’s fine to fake it ‘til you make it, ‘til you do, ‘til it’s true

Snow On The Beach: Now it’s like snow at the beach

Snow On The Beach: It’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming down

You’re On Your Own, Kid: It’s okay, we’re the best of friends

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I touch my phone as if it’s your face

Midnight Rain: But for him, it’s every day

Question…?: It’s just a question

Bejeweled: I think it’s time to teach some lessons

Karma: It’s coming back around

Karma: Aren’t you envious that for you, it’s not?

The Great War: Maybe it’s the past that’s talking, screaming from the crypt

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: ‘Cause it’s all over now, all out to sea

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: ‘Cause it’s all over, it’s not meant to be

Paris: Cheap wine, make believe it’s champagne

High Infidelity: And it’s never enough, it’s never enough

Glitch: But it’s been two-thousand one-hundred and ninety days of our love blackout

Hits Different: They say that if it’s right, you know

Hits Different: It hits different cause it’s you

Hits Different: Don’t need another metaphor, it’s simple enough

You’re Losing Me: Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time

You’re Losing Me: Don’t know what you got until it’s gone

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): It’s okay, baby, you ain’t gotta worry, karma never gets lazy

'The Tortured Poets Department'

Fortnight: And I love you, it’s ruining my life

Fortnight: I love you, it’s ruining my life

The Tortured Poets Department: Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be, ‘cause we’re crazy

Down Bad: All your indecent exposures, how dare you say that it’s...

Down Bad: How dare you think it’s romantic, leaving me safe and stranded

So Long, London: I stopped CPR, after all it’s no use

So Long, London: And my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair

But Daddy I Love Him: I’ll tell you something about my good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace

But Daddy I Love Him: If all you want is gray for me, then it’s just white noise, then it’s just my choice

But Daddy I Love Him: All the wine moms are still holding out, but fuck them, it’s over

But Daddy I Love Him: If all you want is gray for me, then it’s just white noise, it’s my choice

Fresh Out The Slammer: But it’s gonna be all right, I did my time

Florida!!!: Tell me I’m despicable, say it’s unforgivable

Florida!!!: It’s one hell of a drug, it’s one hell of a drug

Guilty as Sin?: If it’s make believe, why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?: So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

loml: If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: I’m so depressed, I act like it’s my birthday every day

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: I cry a lot but I am so productive, it’s an art

The Alchemy: ‘Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me

The Alchemy: He jokes that it’s heroin, but this time with an “E”

Clara Bow: It’s hell on earth to be heavenly

The Black Dog: And I hope it’s shitty in The Black Dog when someone plays The Starting Line and you jump up

imgonnagetyouback: Even if it’s handcuffed, I’m leaving here with you

How Did It End?: Come one, come all, it’s happening again?

How Did It End?: It’s happening again, how did it end?

So High School: It’s just a game, but really, I’m betting on all three for us two

So High School: It’s true, swear, scouts honor, you knew what you wanted and, boy, you got her

The Prophecy: Hand on the throttle, thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh, but it’s gone again

Cassandra: When it’s “Burn the bitch,” they’re shrieking

Cassandra: When the truth comes out, it’s quiet

Cassandra: When the truth comes out, it’s quiet, it’s so quiet

The Bolter: Excellent fun ‘til you get to know her, then she runs like it’s a race

The Bolter: And at first blush, this is fate when it’s all roses, portrait poses

The Bolter: But, none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: And just know that it’s everything that made me

Beautiful Ghosts: I know that this life isn’t safe but it’s wild and it’s free

Best Days Of Your Life: And it’s just too bad you already had the best days

Best Days Of Your Life: It’s a shame, it’s a shame

Carolina: It’s between me, the sand, and the sea

Christmas Must Be Something More: It’s something we all try to ignore

Christmas Must Be Something More: And it’s this time of year

Christmases When You Were Mine: But for me it’s just a lonely time

Eyes Open: It’s a showdown and nobody comes to save you now

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: It’s just a cruel existence, like it’s no point hoping at all

I Heart ?: But it’s something I just fell into

If This Was A Movie: Like you would before you said, “It’s not that easy”

If This Was A Movie: It’s not the kind of ending you wanna see now

Only The Young: They think that it’s over but it’s just begun

Only The Young: It’s just a matter of time

Renegade: Make me your future history, it’s time

The Alcott: It’s the last thing you wanted, it’s the first thing I do

The Alcott: I see you smile when you see it’s me

The Alcott: It’s the last thing I wanted, it’s the first thing I do

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): How was I to know, it’s a crazy thing

This Is What You Came For: Who knows why it’s gotta be this way

Two Is Better Than One: Maybe it’s true that I can’t live without you

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: It’s raining and it’s Monday

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: But when the lights go down, it’s the ending of the show

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: ‘Cause this world is big and it’s crazy

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You know it’s never too far away

Official Alternate Releases

Teardrops On My Guitar (2006 Version): Drew talks to me, I laugh ‘cause it’s so damn funny

Better Than Revenge (2010 Version): They wouldn’t teach you that in prep school so it’s up to me

Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true

Ivy (Clean Version): So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a violent blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it

Ivy (Clean Version): So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the fiercest fight of my life and you started it, you started it

Anti-Hero (feat. Bleachers): Maybe I’m the problem, it’s me

Snow On The Beach (Clean Version): It’s like snow on the beach, weird, but it was beautiful

But Daddy I Love Him (Clean Version): All the wine moms are still holding out, but it’s over

Cassandra (Clean Version): When it’s “Burn the witch,” they’re shrieking

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