#ok so I may have taken like a week and a half break lol

[ttuesday]

could you do the fellers reaction to the reader just sobbing after they really raised their voice at them?? like maybe they were in a bit of a fight and the reader gets scared and cries?? sorry this is a stupid request i’m a baby 😭😭

I relate to this request sm anon <3

Arthur 

Sometimes Arthur can get grumpy and raise his voice at anyone he crosses paths with, mad at the world and easily annoyed at any small inconvenience. He never imagined that raising his voice at you for a mere few moments would have such an impact and although he can’t prove it to you, if he knew you’d react like this, he would have never raised his voice in the slightest to you.

He has no idea what to do, stunned by your tears. He tries to speak, to offer you some words of comfort but the words get caught in his throat. At this moment, all Arthur can do is hug you, hiding your tears from the others as you cry into his shirt and take comfort in his arms wrapped tightly around you. Finally getting some words out, Arthur assures you he would never hurt you and that he’s sorry for his tone.

He doesn’t need to understand why someone raising their voice to you has garnered this reaction, instead Arthur wants to learn how to prevent this. Whenever he gets annoyed at camp or feels the need to argue with someone, the first thinks of is how you’d react to the shouting match which would surely follow and opts to keep things calm. You mean so much to him and the thoughts of causing you any turmoil makes his stomach turn.

Charles

Charles rarely raises his voice, not seeing a need in it. Even when he’s arguing with micah the others, he doesn’t raise his voice, keeping his tone firm and authoritative but not shouting. But unfortunately in this instance, Charles raises his voice to you, not out of anger but because he sees a snake in the grass, right where you were about to step.

For a moment, Charles panics and yells at you in an attempt to warn you about the snake. It isn’t his intent to scare you but he soon realises that by raising his voice, he’s indirectly hurt you more than the passive snake would have. 

As you sob, Charles rushes to your side, hesitant to touch you but tenderly placing his hand on your shoulder to lead you to a quieter area of camp. He doesn’t try to stop you crying, knowing it’s best for you to let it all out. Even when you stop crying, Charles doesn’t question why you cried and instead asks if you’d prefer to have a quiet night and stay by the outskirts of camp with him for the remainder of the evening.

Dutch

Dutch can definitely be moody sometimes but he tends to mumble snarky comments rather than shout. He rarely raises his voice and in times that he does, it’s mainly because he’s drunk and celebrating or he’s in the midst of a shootout and yelling for some cover.

But after trying to think of a good plan for the past week, when you ask him how he’s going, Dutch snaps at you. He knows you’re not to blame for his incompetence at planning a good heist but he unfortunately yells at you that he’s trying his best. He does it out of frustration and once it’s out of his system, he feels guilty.

Sighing to himself as he sees you cry, Dutch sympathetically wipes the tears from your cheek and apologizes, making sure to keep his voice soft. He definitely plans to make it up to you properly with some gifts but for now, Dutch focuses on holding you and wiping away your tears, repeating every few minutes that he’s sorry for being a fool.

Micah

After a long day of bickering with half the gang, when you accidentally offend Micah, he automatically snaps at you. He instantly starts to shout, throwing an insult your way before he starts to march off. The only reason Micah stops after a few steps is because he hears you quietly sob.

Micah rarely feels regret but to hear you cry, he feels a pang of guilt in his heart. Cautiously, Micah returns to where he was sitting before his outburst, not sure what to say or how to say it. Of course he feels bad and wishes he knew how to comfort you but he has no idea how. But he doesn’t leave your side, knowing he’ll feel even worse if he leaves you while you’re like this.

Even though Micah had no idea how to deal with you crying in front of him, he takes note that you’re not keen on people yelling at you and promptly comes to your aid whenever Miss Grimshaw or one of the others decides to shout at you, quickly defending you and barking insults at them until they leave you be.

John

John has a bad habit of bottling up his emotions, tending to stay quiet whenever he gets frustrated until eventually he snaps over something small. He’s always quick to scold himself for snapping over something stupid, feeling foolish and internally cringing at himself before he explains how he’s been bottling up his frustrations and apologizes.

But as soon as John sees you cry, he knows he’s fucked up and that an apology won’t be good enough. He doesn’t care about whatever inconvenience made him frustrated, the only thing that matters to him right now is making sure you’re ok and comforting you however he can.

He tells you over and over again that you’ve done nothing wrong and that he’s sorry for raising his voice. The last thing John wants is you to think you’re somehow in the wrong and so he tenderly assures you that his bad mood is nothing to do with you and that he’s once again very sorry for snapping at you. Except him to be softer than usual after this, wanting you to feel loved and safe.

Javier

Javier doesn’t try to justify why he’s raised his voice at you. Sure, he was stressed because of the constant tension in camp nowadays but he doesn’t see that as an excuse, knowing he was wrong to snap at you the second the words left his mouth.

It’s like he can feel his heart break when he sees you cry, knowing he’s the reason. Javier is hesitant to touch you, not wanting to crowd you with his arms when you’re in this vulnerable state. The last thing Javier wants to do now is accidentally overstepping any boundaries and make you feel worse.

Instead he tries to help with his words, apologising and trying to give you some insight into why he’s so tense, hoping you’ll get some comfort in knowing he didn’t actually mean to raise his voice at you. Javier will stay by your side for as long as you want, saying words of assurance to you as he apologises for his behaviour.

Bill

Bill has a tendency to get worked up over things and eventually explode, huffing and slightly sulking as his voice tends to get louder and louder. He didn’t realise how loud he was being until he looked over at you, his heart dropping when you let out your first sob.

He will stay right there beside you, hand rubbing your back and leaving you cry into his shirt for however long you want. He doesn’t try to shush your crying, feeling wrong in doing so and instead opts to leave you cry it all out, saying the occasional “there, there” as he pats your back

He may not know the right words to say or how to properly comfort someone, but he tries his best. Bill hates to see you cry so it is his goal to make you feel better. He may decide start rambling on about something completely random as you cry but he isn’t doing it to ignore the obvious, instead he hopes to distract you with his goofy stories and make you smile again.

Sean

You already know how loud Sean can be sometimes. If he gets too excited or if he’s annoyed or wants to annoy someone or if he’s bored and wants attention, Sean raises his voice. It’s something Sean doesn’t even notice nowadays, it just comes naturally to him.

He gets a fright when he sees you crying, immediately on high alert and trying his best to calm you. He puts his hands on each of your arms, his eyes aligned with yours as he assures you you’re safe and that you’re ok here. It’s only until after the initial shock of seeing you sob does Sean start to realize it was his loud shouting that triggered it. He didn’t think being loud could have such an affect on someone but it’s not something he’d like to see happen again.

You mean so much to him and to know he’s the reason you cried, whether he meant it or not, makes him feel terrible. Sean takes extra care in keeping his voice level and calm whenever you’re around and always apologizes if he impulsively gets too loud. He knows he doesn’t need to apologize for things like this but Sean doesn’t mind, you mean more to him than however loud his voice is.

Hosea

It was a very long day for Hosea spent arguing with Dutch about a new plan, trying to reassure everyone that things will work out while also attempting to break up any fights that happen in camp. 

He genuinely didn’t mean to raise his voice at you. Hell, Hosea didn’t even know it was you. He was getting himself some coffee in the hopes that’ll help him get through the day when he heard a voice behind him tell him the medical supply is running low. Hosea didn’t mean to snap at you that he’s sorting it out, regretting his tone of voice the second he hears himself speak. To turn around and see tears beginning to run down your face makes his feel 10 times worse.

Hosea doesn’t make excuses for himself, instead apologizing for his tone and asking if he can give you a hug. For the rest of the day he tells the others to sort out their own problems and instead stays with you, getting you whatever you need and ready to talk about what happened or something else if you need a distraction.

Trelawny

It was never Trelawny’s intention to frighten you, it was the opposite in fact. He decided to show you his latest magic trick, hoping to dazzle you with it. But Trelawny gets overexcited, raising his voice louder and louder as he continues with his trick. It gets to a point where he’s practically shouting at you to pick a card, lively exclaiming when he guesses your card correctly.

It gets too much for you and soon enough, you feel tears beginning to pool in your eyes. Trelawny, preferring to view life from a positive perspective, presumes his astounding magic has brought you to tears of joy but once you sob, he knows he’s fucked up.

Josiah’s first instinct is to panic, blurting out as many questions as he can think of in an attempt to figure out what exactly caused this. When you allude to the shouting being the reason, Trelawny quickly goes into caring mode, stroking your hair and cooing to you gently that it’ll pass soon. He’s much gentler with you after this, subconsciously trying you like a delicate flower.

Kieran

Kieran rarely raises his voice. He doesn’t see a need to do it and the only time he does see it as acceptable is if there’s a shootout and no one can hear properly over the gunfire. It’s a typical day at camp and you decide to help out with the horses, bringing some hay over to the Count. Unbeknownst to you, this particular day the Count is in a foul mood, making snapping movements and basically threatening to kick anyone who comes close. Out of sheer panic of seeing you approach the horse, Kieran shouts over at you to get back.

It takes a few seconds for Kieran to notice your tears, focused on keeping the Count at ease and on making sure you’re not too close to the animal but the instant he sees you crying, all of his attention is on you.

He has no idea what’s going on, uncertain if it was the horse that scared you or him shouting. Either way, Kieran’s more concerned with trying to help you rather than what caused this. He knows you’ll tell him what caused this later on, right now his plan is to dry your tears and tell you it’ll all be alright.

Lenny

It’s moving day for the gang and yet again everyone is packing up the tents and quickly leaving the area before the law can come sniffing around. You and Lenny stick together for most of the move and when y'all get to the new camp, ye both help move things out of the wagons.

Lenny didn't mean to yell at you but when he saw you struggling to lift a rather large crate out of a wagon, he instictively shouts over at you to wait and that he'll lift it out instead. His eyes go wide as you begin to cry. He had no idea you'd react like this and in the moment, Lenny doesn't know what it was that set you off. But Lenny doesn't think about that right now and instead quickly rushes over to you, wrapping his arms around you and embracing you warmly.

You're the only thing that matters to him right now and so he carefully guides you away from the wagons and to somewhere private. He doesn't mind how long you need to cry or how long he needs to comfort you for, Lenny wants to be there for you and to understand what happened so he can avoid it in the future.

#ok so I may have taken like a week and a half break lol #but I had over 100 things qeued to make sure my blog wasn’t completely barren #but wooooooooo it’s June! #rdr2 #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #hosea mathews #josiah trelawny #kieran duffy #lenny summers

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 40/41

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual mangoes reference, Sex while eating, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll) female dominated PiV, Pinky and the Brain reference (lol)

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Whatever it was that had been built between you seemed to evaporate with the mad fucking, the crying, the confessions and promises. Suddenly it’s like no time passed at all.

You two rummage in the kitchen, half clothed,  pulling out what few things were there, clearly you need to hit the market.  You nibble on toast with jam and tea with canned pears while leaning on the counter. 

You talk about your travels here and how nervous you were feeling to see him again. He talks about how he was anxious to see you too. You both smile at how you felt the same way. It feels comfortable again, finally.

You hop up to sit on the counter kicking your shoes off, closer to his height now.  You tell him you have 8-10 weeks, before going to begin the project for Tom and Rita. 

“When you go, maybe we can visit on weekends?” he suggests. 

“Oooo I like that, or meet in the middle, I do want to spend some time in France and Italy while I’m here,” you say. 

“Oh I would love that! We could fuel the French rumors more!” he laughs.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “We could really keep them guessing!  Do we need to address that whole situation soon?"

He shrugs, "It's not really anyone else's business. Let them figure it out for themselves, it'll keep them busy."

You nod. 

"Oh! By the way, Marissa called me last week. She wanted me to thank you for setting her up with Kate. She says it’s been a dream come true.  I think she may actually be really good at it,” you smile at him. 

He moves his body between your legs, sliding his hands to your waist. Your breath catches just a bit. 

“It was my pleasure," he says, then hears what he said and who he said it to. He cracks a smile.

You can’t help but crack up, forehead to his chest, suddenly reminded of your inside joke about Chick-fil-A. He laughs too, putting his hand on the back of your head. "Do you suddenly feel like a sexy shower?" 

"Pavlov says yes... but the shower here looks tiny," you retort looking up from his chest. 

"We could always wait for a rain storm, I've always wanted to fuck in the rain..." he looks outside.

"Mmm, yes please, let's mastermind that" you say, rubbing up his chest to his neck and pulling him down for a slow kiss. 

After a long minute. He breaks the kiss, rubbing your thighs. 

“Do you know what your schedule will be like?” you ask, trying to handle the mundane in amongst the magical.  

“We just finished our mini boot camp yesterday, so we have a couple days off. I am told we should be working only during the week, so weekends should be ours. We’ll see how true that’ll be.” 

“It is ok if I stay here, right?” you realize that you hadn’t asked him at all, you just assumed. 

“Oh my god Kitten, yes please. I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. I need you all to myself for a while,” he wraps his arms around you rocking slightly side to side.

It’s amazing to be in his arms again, almost surreal. 

“I’m all yours sweetheart, morning, noon and night,” you look up at him.

He smiles down at you. A wave of awe strikes you. This amazing man loves you. Your mind is pulled to the little black box. You dutifully shove it away, ‘everything in perfect timing’, you tell yourself. 

“How long do you think Tom and Rita’s will take?” he asks, thinking about more time apart. 

“Oh, geeze,” you reply, thoughts pulled back to the now, “I can't even guess until I see it. Honestly it will depend on how fast materials get there and since it’s on an island, that will be an interesting twist!” 

“Then you’ll be done, huh, with your 7 continents,” Austin remarks, “then what?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, ”I suppose we will see what life lays at our feet.” 

“Our feet?” he says with a smile, “I like the sound of that.” 

“Of course baby,” you say snuggling up to him, “this, this right here is my dream now.” 

“Oh Kitten,” he lets out a huge breath, his arms tightening around you.

He leans forward to kiss your sweet mouth. The light kiss expands into parted lips, while tips of tongues solicit for entrance. Every other thought melts away as his kiss deepens. 

Kissing him feels like the oxygen you can’t live without. It’s like you’d been slowly suffocating for months without realizing it and now you can finally breathe deep.

He pulls back from you, looking into your eyes. 

“Is it alright if I take you to the bedroom?” he asks in a slightly cautious, but sultry voice, “I think I’m ready to take my time sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and nod. A smile spreads across his lips, like he was worried you’d say no. Silly boy, like you could say 'no' to him. 

He leans down and kisses your mouth. His hands glide down your back, snapping open the clasp on your red bra, almost as an afterthought.  He pushes his hands between your ass and the cold tiles of the counter. He bends his knees and your legs wrap around his waist, your skirt bunched up around your hips. He pulls you onto him. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, helping to hold yourself on his lean body.  He has gotten stronger, you have too. 

He carries you, kissing you gently, to the bedroom. 

He lays you down on the side of the bed, your bra sliding off. His still undone jeans, underwear and shoes come off and he stands naked in front of you. 

It feels like the beginning again, even though he fucked you silly an hour ago. That was different, full needy desperation and all the difficult emotions that had built up between you. But this:  this is tender wanting, laced with love and all the feels. 

Your knees fall slightly together as you bite your lip. Your eyes are slowly taking in his Adonis-like form from head to toe and back again. Just the sight of him standing above you makes a little moan escape from your lips. Fuck he is magnificent.

He leans down to the bed, one finger tracing up your leg, the hem of your skirt still up near your hips. Its drape drags lightly along your bare and sensitive pussy lips as he slowly pulls the fabric across and out of the way. The barest of shudders slides down your spine. 

Then his knees are on the floor and his fingers are barely stroking your lips. He gently pulls your labia apart, stretching the skin around your clit just enough to make your inner lips contract.  You inhale an audible gasp. Pushing them back together, his fingers squeeze gently on the outside, near the root of your clit, massaging back and forth. Wetness seeps from between your lips. 

You blow out a little moan, fuck he remembers.  He pulls you apart again, blowing on your clit. The cold air makes you whimper. 

The tip of his tongue runs up and down the smoothness of your labia, teasing at what is to come. 

He is definitely taking his time, lips nibbling and tongue licking slowly, but not touching your clit. Not yet. 

Your breath quickens.

“Lord, I missed this,” he says, almost as a prayer. 

Then his fingers pull you wider, open and exposed. The tip of his tongue touches your clit. You gasp as a zing jolts you. He blows on it, then touches it again. Pause. And again.  

He is watching your reaction. His blue eyes peering over your mons with his tongue out long. Fuck, he is gorgeous. 

This please. Yes, this please, forever. 

Gradually his touches become tip-of-the-tongue undulations up and over your nub. Deeper, rolling his tongue farther down, down, down and into your entrance. 

Your breath is shallow and fast, little moans escaping with each new sensation. Then his tongue ripples up against your inner lips. His mouth closes around your clit with pulsing suction. 

“Oh my fucking god,” falls from your lips as you curl towards him, hands in his blonde hair, “did you get better at this?” 

His eyes open to yours and you feel the vibrations of chuckle against your labia. 

“Mangoes,” is all he says with a cock of his eyebrow and a lick of his lip. Then he dives back to the veneration of your cunt. 

Thank fuckin’ mangoes! Is there a god of mangoes? Because you need to deliver upon them all your offerings and praise! All hail mangoes, and Austin's tongue!

He pulls your clit into his mouth, tongue lightly flicking back and forth, then suction again. His fingers slide so slowly inside you. He is moaning into your pussy.  Your body is curled tight, flexing against his face. Then his fingers curl against your front wall and like a spring you uncoil, deep moans rumbling from your chest. The back of your hands beating the mattress. 

Beautiful, sweet release.  

He laps at your slit, drinking in all the juices that leak out as you shake on the bed.  Then his comforting weight is on your heaving chest. You stare almost dumbfounded into his eyes. He pets your hair, moving it out of your face. 

“Ready for more, my pet?” he asks. 

You can only nod still panting from your orgasm.

His lip curls up in a tiny smile, his little dimple appearing over the left corner. His hips rock, his cock rooting gently around your snatch, begging to be let in.  You lift ever so slightly, giving him room. Then he is barely in you, just an inch or so.

He freezes. Your hips strain up to his, getting him in you a scant inch further. He lifts back, teasing you. Your hips roll and you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him to you. He refuses to let you.

“Oh my,” his voice deep and penetrating, “what a needy girl you are.” 

“Uh huh” you nod. 

“Do you need me in you?” he says, “is that what you want?.” 

"Want, need,” you moan, “please, please yes.” 

Slowly, he pushes himself into you. Every inch in and every inch out has your eyes fluttering and your body shaking. Then he stops, holding  himself up on his elbows and toes, letting you rut up to him.  Writhing against him, your body begs for more. You do your best to fuck yourself on his cock, but it’s not hitting right. 

“Let me…,” you say, pushing him off and rolling him over. You stand between his legs which are bent off the bed, feet on the floor. You plant your right foot on the bed next to his hip, your knee bent almost to your shoulder.

Rising up on the toes of your left foot, you grab the base of his cock and sink down onto him with a groan.  He can’t really thrust here more than flex his glutes. He smiles as you take charge. 

You place your hands on his hip bones, hunching over him like a big cat getting ready to pounce.  Your hips start rolling forward, tilting along his length, then pushing down and back in a slow steady rhythm. Each stroke rubs him along your g-spot. 

Oh my god it feels so good to ride him like this, to work yourself back and forth on him, angling right where you want him to hit. 

His thumb slides to your clit, giving you something more to rub against, something more to moan about.  Your hips move a little faster, your orgasm building deep inside  He is watching you grind yourself on his cock and hand. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he spurs you on, "god you are so hot.” 

His other hand rises to rub his fingers across your nipples. 

“Ohmigod, yes, play with them,” you start to flood his dick as the sensations from your nipple shoot right to your pussy.  You are so close to unraveling on him. 

“Oh lord, you are so wet, you are dripping down my balls,” he moans.

He pinches your nipple and for a split second it’s too hard.

“Not too…”  you begin saying, then it unexpectedly pushes you that last tiny bit, “haaaaaa yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.” 

You are exploding onto him, the contractions of your core riding him hard. You curl up over him, shaking with how good he is in you, riding the wave of your orgasm. You shake down to a stop, catching your breath. 

“Oh gods, Kitten! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begs. His fingers dig into your hips now, intent on pushing you back and forth on his cock. Fuck. You can’t leave him hanging.

“You like this,” you breath out, moving on him, “me mounting you this way, riding you? Yeah?” 

“Yes, I do,” he moans, eyes closed, head tilted back. You had forgotten how sexy his neck was.  You realize how dominating this position feels for you, you are in control, you have the power. 

“You like it when I claim you?” your words coming out of their own accord in lieu of the moans of pleasure you feel bubbling up. 

His head raises, lust shrouded eyes meeting yours. He nods, biting his lip. Fuck, if that’s what he wants… a slow smile sneaks across your face. You grind down on him.  Shit it’s good, almost too good.

His eyes flutter closed.

“No, no, look at me Austin,�� you tell him, pulling his chin. His eyes open, lost in sensation.

“You are mine. Your mouth is mine, your fingers are mine, your cock is mine, your cum is mine. I want all of you.” You put your hands on his chest, pushing him down, nails heedlessly digging into his skin, snapping your hips back and forth over him, overstimulating yourself in the best way. 

“Oh fuck!” his pupils are blown, his heart is racing in his chest, he is close to spilling into you, “I’m yours baby, yours! All fucking youuuuur,” he groans out as his eyes roll back in his head. He is so hot when he cums, it sets you off again. 

“Oh god Austin, yes, yes YES! ” your clit grinding on to the tight muscles of his lower abdomen as your internal muscles clamp down onto him. He groans, pleasure surging through you and through him.  Your bodies are buzzing, vibrating together in shared bliss. 

After you catch your breath, you climb off him and sit, leaning against the headboard. You spy the picture of you in your black dress in a frame on the bedside table. It makes your heart melt. 

Austin curls up, head in your lap and his arms around your waist. You watch him breath for several minutes, his eyes closed and a relaxed smile touching his lips. He could be sleeping. Your fingers lightly connect  the freckles on his left cheek in a curve then down his neck and arm. 

“God I love you, Austin,” you whisper. 

His smile broadens, not asleep. He turns his head to look up at you, his baby blues shining.

“I have never loved anyone like I love you, Kitten,” he says softly, finger tracing your jawline. 

You stare at one another, lost in the quiet of the moment, lost in each other.  You slide down next to him after several heartbeats,  wanting to feel all of your body on all of his. 

“This feels so good, so right,” you remark, snuggling close against him. 

“Oh Kitten,” his palm is tapping his chest, “I didn't realize how much missing you weighed on me, how much it hurt.  I’ve been living like that so long, the weight of it became normal.” 

You nod, totally understanding what he means. 

“I haven’t felt this good in months,” he says, ”and it just dawned on me that I don't hurt anymore.” 

“Oh my love…” you move his hand and plant kisses on his heart, “never again.” 

You spend the next several hours in the ebb and flow of one anothers embrace. You doze, you talk, you kiss, you slowly make love, you shower, you eat naked in the kitchen, you talk, your passion flares in a fiery kiss, you fuck hard, you eat again. In the wee hours of the night, you are both finally spent and curled up together. Just before you fall asleep, you press his hand between your thighs, cupping your mons. His fingertips lightly press against your labia. It’s oddly comforting. You smile and drift into a deep relaxed sleep. 

………

You wake up the next day before he does. You sneak out and go buy groceries at the Sainsbury’s down the street.  When you come back in, the house is still silent. You peek in and he is still dead asleep. Apparently, waking up early in distress was an Elvis shoot thing. 

You had decided to make french toast when you were at the store. You even bought cream to whip, which you end up doing by hand because there was no mixer. 

“Awoken by the whisk, I guess it’s better than the whip,” his deep voice resonates from behind you. 

“Hey! Good Morning,” you turn around, whisk and bowl in hand. He is leaning against the door with only pajama bottoms on. He looks divine. 

“Hungry?” you ask, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“For you? Always.” his hands come to your waist and pulls you into a passionate good morning kiss. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you say when your lips part. 

“No, it was good,”  his hands remain around your waist as you turn back to the counter to set down the bowl. “I was waking up already. When I realized you weren’t in bed, I almost had a panic attack thinking it was all a dream. Then I heard your racket in here.” 

“My racket is almost done and is going to be delicious,” you smile, dipping your finger in the white creamy fluff and  offering it to him over your shoulder, he slowly licks it off your finger.  A little involuntary moan whispers from your lips.

“Mmm, that is good Kitten,” he says. 

“Is it?” you dip your finger in again. Turning around, you  wipe it on his chest, just over his nipple. 

You lean forward, tongue out, flicking his nipple lightly as you lick up the slowly dripping vanilla flavored sweet cream. Then you cover his nipple with your mouth, gently sucking and biting. 

When you pull away, he is watching you from lowered lashes. 

“Mmm, is that how it is this morning?” he asks. 

“With you? Always,” you nod, looking up at him, “take your pants off and go sit,” you nod your head towards the table. 

A look of bewilderment flashes on his face, then he nods, untying the drawstring. Pulling his pants off right there, you see he is half hard. 

“Go, I’ll be there in a minute,” you turn your back to him, un-doing the top several buttons on your blouse and kicking off your shoes.

“Yes ma’am,” he does as he is told, watching you. 

You cut up some french toast into bite sized pieces, syrup, butter and whipped cream on them. You grate a little nutmeg and cinnamon on top. You grab one fork and bring a generous cup of tea. You walk over and set them on the table.

“Thank you,” says Austin, reaching for the fork. 

You bat his hand away. “No, wait,” holding up a finger. 

His look of confusion is priceless.  

You pull his chair perpendicular to the table, so he is facing sideways.  Stepping back, you slowly unbutton your jeans and make a show of taking them  and your underwear off. You slide your hands into your blouse removing your bra in the mysterious way all women know and all men wonder about. You lean over him, giving him a generous view of your dangling breasts.  You see he has gotten harder with your little strip tease.

Perfect.

His hands go instinctively to your hips as you lean further to kiss him deeply, passionately. Your hands slide around his neck and your legs open to straddle his lap, trapping his now hard cock against his belly.   You pull away from his lips, kissing along his jawline and down his neck. His hand slides into your hair to the back of your head, pressing you to continue. His other is wrapped around the curve of your ass, pulling you closer to him. 

“Are you hungry Austin?”  you ask quietly, deviously. Your fingers slip the last button of your blouse  out of its hole, exposing your front to him.

“Um… yes,”  almost more question than statement. He is totally unsure of what is happening here, “but…and.. ” 

His words hang in the air as you grab the cup of tea and pass it to your non-dominant hand. You pick up the fork, stabbing a piece of french toast. You offer it to him, letting him take the bite off the fork as you sip the tea.  As he is chewing you rise up and sink your pussy over his cock. His eyes close for a second as he stops chewing to inhale through his nose. 

You nonchalantly take another sip. 

He swallows with a shaky breath.

You slide up and down slowly continuing to offer bites to him. His breath comes little moans as he keeps taking food off the fork.  

You put the tea down. 

Neither of you say anything, eating and fucking is all your brains can process at the moment. 

Words would ruin it. 

It’s unexpectedly erotic.  

Thinking would break the spell.  

He takes the fork from you, turning the tables. He offers, you chew.  He flexes and pushes into you. Your eyes go wide, then your tongue rolls the flavors in your mouth, then you swallow as he pulls back. 

Your breath comes out wobbly before he offers you a second bite. Again and again this slow fucking and feeding continues. 

By the time the plate is empty, syrup, butter and whipped cream has dripped unheeded onto your tits due to his having to use his non-dominant hand.   One drop is trailing dangerously close to your vulva.  Remembering that you don’t like sugar there, Austin places the mostly empty plate on the chair next to him as you finish off the tea. As one motion he grips your ass, fixing you to him, and stands up, laying you back on the table, stopping the runaway drips of liquid sugar in their tracks.  His cock pulls back as he slowly lowers his face to your vulva. He catches the drop and backtracks its pathway with a lapping tongue. 

The empty tea cup slips from your fingers unnoticed.  

He finds each drop of syrup, each plop of whipped cream and luxuriates in slowly licking each, nibbling his own path between each one. By the time he is done, your heaving chest tells him you want more. 

He pulls back, double checking his work. He looks curiously at your breasts, realizing that they had been unsullied by thick, sweet fluid. Then he swirls  his finger in the plate of cream and syrup, bringing up a creamy mix reminiscent of sweet cum.  The idea of it being cum makes you want to tip the whole plate onto your chest. 

You watch as he lets it drop onto a nipple, then offers it to your mouth. Greedily you suck on his finger, eyes closed. The taste makes you want to break your rules and coat yourself in it. When you open your eyes, he is watching you suck his finger, lips slightly pursed and blowing out a breath. You are guessing he’d like it all over his cock too.

He pulls his finger out and wraps his talented tongue around your nipple, holding your breast in his hand. He sucks it into his mouth, brushing the nipple with his tongue, holding it in a gentle bite with his teeth.  

You moan, your clit throbbing all of a sudden. He pops it out of his mouth and works his way to your neck. With hands kneading and rubbing your breasts, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your neck.  Goosebumps spring up along your arm and down your side. He pulls back, running a finger along the tiny pebbles, evidence of your arousal.

Then he is staring at your eyes, soft and full of desire at the same time.  He leans down slowly and gently rubs his lips to yours, side to side. Not hesitant, but sultry.  You coax him closer with your tongue darting out to touch his soft, full bottom lip. He slowly  gives in to your lingual seduction, diving to deepen the kiss. Lips open, mouths press,  tongues explore. 

It’s hard to tell who is tempting who. 

Before you know it, one hand is gripping the table edge next to your head, the other having trailed down your side, over your hip and under your ass. He lifts you just slightly, enough to give himself a straight route to your core. His mouth never leaves yours as he slowly presses into you.  

A long whining moan resonates in your sinuses as he buries himself deep in your wet and wanting pussy. He takes his time to pull out, focusing more on devouring your mouth with his. 

Then he thrusts in hard, using the table as leverage. 

You gasp through your nose, vocal cords vibrating on the exhale, whimpering against his tongue. 

Pulling out, his hand adjusts on your ass,  almost massaging the flesh of your glutes. Then another hard thrust and his fingertips dig in. 

God it feels so good, he is hitting you in all the right places inside.  

He continues his pattern of kissing you while pulling out, and digging in his fingers while thrusting hard.  

In this moment, he is beautifully masterful in his authority, his immense self control. His energy is all male, but not noxiously so. By taking his time, going slow,  every thrust is slowly luring you, pushing you, enticing you to orgasm.  Soon your hips are tilting up to meet his thrusts. His mouth leaves yours as he starts to moan in his own pleasure. He seems almost lost in place and time

He has you balancing on the head of a pin, for long minutes as he builds slowly.

Your breath is panting, despite the slow pace. Your hips are vibrating against him, wanting more, needing more. Just a little and you will fall apart. 

He leans back, his other hand sliding under your ass. He stops for a moment, watching you squirm under him, a little decadent smile on his face. Your eyes are begging him, your hands are opening and closing, shaking, fingertips rooting at your teeth,  not sure what to do with themselves. 

With both hands digging into the muscles of your butt, he unleashes on you. Giving you everything you wanted and more.  

Your hands fly to the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. The way his hands are digging, massaging  into your ass feels exquisite, adding that much more to your orgasm. His cock is giving no quarter as it pummels into you. 

The imagined weight of your eyes rolling back tilts your chin up, your throat vibrating with deep guttural groans. Sharp undulating waves roll up your spine, arching your back further and further up with each pass. Your whole body shakes with force of his hips. You ride the high as he rides you, deep and fast. 

His scream comes from his gut; loud, resonant, primal. His hands squeeze deeper, pulling you onto him as he thrusts become hard and jerky, eyes closed and teeth bared.  His breath holds as pushes deep with little thrusts, giving all of himself to you.  

“Oh gaw,” bursts from him as the vacuum is released from his lungs. He stumbles a little against the table, lightheaded.  

You pull him down to you, his torso laying on yours, his hands  still trapped under your ass. Your chests heaving together, heavy breaths blow across your breasts.  

Eventually he pulls his hands out from under you, standing upright. He helps you off the table, now messy with more than just syrup.  

“Wow, sturdy table” he says, pulling you into his arms. 

“Probably English Oak” you say without missing a beat.

You both giggle,  still euphoric. 

“Well, that’s one way to have breakfast,”  he says.

“Right! It was freakin’ sexy though, more so than I thought it would be,” you admit.

“Yeah, I would’ve never thought to do that… but it worked. I don’t think anyone but you could pull that off though, further evidence that you are a sex magician, wait no, Enchantress”  He smiles, remembering that night on the top floor of the Emporium.

“Fuck yeah!” you respond with a giggle, leaning in to gather a kiss from him. 

“I’m actually still hungry,” you say, “shall we clean up the table and just like… eat?” 

“Yes please! Can I have my own fork this time?” he asks with sly smile. 

......

After second breakfast, Austin cleans the kitchen up while you go and actually unpack your bags.   You are humming happily to yourself, hanging things up in the wardrobe, tucking things away. There is an antique vanity on the wall opposite the bed complete with a trifold mirror. 

You figure you might as well use it for what it’s for and put your hair brush, makeup and brushes there along with what was left of the little bottle of essential oil Austin sent you. You also decide to be cheeky and artfully arrange  your collections of vibrators and butt plugs there too, giving the blue sapphire one center stage. The whole thing makes you giggle out loud. 

“What’s so funny,” Austin comes in, drying his hands on a kitchen towel he has slung over his shoulder. He’s, again only in his pajama bottoms. 

“Tah Dah!” you say arms stretched out to your sex toy display.  

“Oh geeze Kitten,” he chuckles blushing a little, “what if someone comes over?” 

“Well, if they are invited to the bedroom, then they should know what they’ve agreed to,” you give him a sly smile.

He nods, deciding not to argue with your logic. “Well, in that case,” he walks over to a drawer in the dresser and pulls out his two hanks of black rope, the lube and his own set of butt plugs you bought for him.  He hangs the rope from the corner of the mirror and puts the lube and plugs in amongst the arrangement. “There, no holds barred now!” 

He grabs you in a huge hug, kissing your forehead. 

“What are we going to do today Brain” you say in your best Pinky voice. 

“The same thing we do every day Pinky,” he answers as Brain, without missing a beat, “try to take over the world!” He dramatically clenches his fist. 

You both giggle, sharing the weird childhood memory.  

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you say, sexily, leaning up to press your lips to his. 

“I think so” his voice husky, his lips rubbing against yours, “but burlap chafes me so.”

You completely lose it, like in the absurd way that makes other people look at you like a loon. You are laughing so hard tears run down your face, you can’t breathe and you fall onto the bed. 

Your ridiculous laughter makes him laugh too. Soon your bellies are sore and you are in a heap together on the bed, catching your breath. 

His arms surround you. It’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in months. 

“I do want to play with you later today, if that’s ok,” he asks. 

“Yes please, anytime is a good time for playtime. What do you have in mind?” you ask, cuddling up to him. 

“I have some ideas taking shape, but I think you’ll have to just wait and see,” he says… kissing your nose. 

“Oooo, antici……” you leave the word hanging.

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Just gonna post my entirety of a writing thing I've been doing because I made the mistake of showing someone I don't know if I could or should trust entirely, so in case I ever need proof I had the stories first and it's my writing. Or do I just have trust issues lol. (ALSO yes I'm skipping episode 13 because it was written by someone else with my permission but we aren't in contact anymore and I'm not going to share that as I'm not sure he's ok with that)

Anyways! Presenting: The Stars that Touched the Skies

TW for literally everything coming at you

TW: The following episodes may include suicide, abuse, harassment,

rape, depression, blood, gore, trauma, loud noises, and anything else that may

trigger you. This content is not made for children or immature people. This is

serious, and NOT something you should do. Viewers' discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: All of the following stories are purely fictional. These are not

real people, however, they are real problems. The creators of these films are

safe and have no plans of hurting themselves or others. Season 1

Episode 1: Mute Bunny

A small child, around 2, left in the alleyway, their mother leaving her, laughing her heart out in the

back of a limbo. A homeless man stumbles upon the child, sheltering her. 2 years later, the police

find them, taking the child to a foster home. She stays there for 4 more years, watching all the kids

leave. She still hasn't learned how to talk, and finally, finally, a couple appears at the door, holding

out their hands for her. A blur of paperwork later, the kid is taken home, and put in a room. The next

day she goes to school, still not knowing how to speak. The kids laugh and the teacher calls her to the front of the class. The teacher proceeds to slap her, berating her for not speaking. She returns

home, is fed and cleaned, and then the same thing happens, she goes to school and still doesn't

make a peep. 2 more weeks pass, and the teacher speaks with the couple. When they get home that

day, the woman sits down, trying to teach the kid. The next day, she falls ill, and gets progressively

worse. There is no cure, and months later, she dies. When she got sick, she stopped teaching the

kid, so the kid still doesn't know how to speak. When the man's wife passes, he becomes angered,

especially at the kid, and begins abusing her, yelling at her to speak. This continues until the girl is

12. At the end, she walks down the street, smoking, and finds a road, stepping in front of cars,

causing an accident, and killing herself. (Ivy)

Episode 2: Halo of Blood

She's happy, and has been, or so everyone sees. A 14 year old, who is coming home to his small

chaotic family, all smiles and cuteness. But she keeps her mask on. Disappearing to her room, she

sits, drawing, the flashbacks hitting her instantly, stuff she's never told anybody she remembers. Her

birth father, pinning her half sister against the wall. 12 years ago. He begins to undress her. She flails

around, he slices her back with a hidden knife. Raping her, the blood splashing onto the girls face.

Her mother comes in, shouting, pulling him off, but hes bigger, he hurts her too. The scene flashes

away, almost like it's drowning, and the next one, Another one, hitting her mom, making her scream,

her brother asleep next to her. This one drowns too, and she sits up, gasping for breath, shaking her

head, trying to clear it all away. It's only gotten worse, with the bullies, with her parents not liking her

grades. They saw her cutting, and were angry. She finds her hidden knife, tucked in blankets, her

grip tightens, and she jumps out her bedroom window, leaving it open. The knife leaves a trail of pink

water, and she walks to the nearest jail, asking for her birth father. She sits, speaking with him. The

moment there is no one there, she lunges at the glass, breaking it, stabbing the man to death, his

blood splattering everywhere. Gasps ring out, she stands up, the blood creating rings around her.

She meets every one of their eyes, shaking, and she takes the knife down on her own heart.

(Journey)

Episode 3: Stars on Snow

He was happy, his life perfect. Or so he thought. When he made it to middle school, he made new

friends. People he wanted to help, to make happy. They were all hurt and broken. Everyday, he

stayed up, talking to them, trying to help. The stress began to wear on him, he kept trying, but he

started snapping, yelling sometimes, hurting them more. His best friend left, she couldn't handle his

shouting. Hurt, he left her alone, trying not to miss her, but he did. He kept trying so hard to help his

friends, but he couldn't. He tried so hard. Until he snapped, the day he watched his old best friend,

carried away in an ambulance, after trying to kill herself in the school bathroom. He ran out onto the

field, scratching his arms, until he bled onto the snow, each drop containing all the pain of his friends.

He fell to his knees, riddled with pain and sorrow, feeling like he wasn't enough, watching the blood

stars turn into rivers, then lakes, until he stumbled back, falling, the blood moving faster than him.

The black hit him and he bled out that day, his vision speckled with those same red stars. (Jaden) Episode 4: Bandage the Heart

When she was a girl, she had fallen, scraping her knee. Her mom placed band-aids on her knee,

promising her the band-aids fixed all the injuries in the world. The girl had smiled, and nodded,

believing her mother. Years later, her mother was gone, taken from them, ripped away. And now she

stood there, her heart snapped in pieces by all of them, her arms, legs, and chest covered in

band-aids. The blistering waterfalls of the shower fell on her back, making blisters appear. She’d put

band-aids there, but it wouldn't help. Her mother had lied, the band-aids couldn't fix her heart, or her

mind, or any of her injuries. She stepped out, smelling the smoke and alcohol from the living room,

where her dad sat, rotting away, since her mother was taken. She dressed, covering herself in more

band-aids, before coming to the kitchen, eating an apple. She glanced around, then stood up quickly,

walking to a cabinet, pulling out pills. She filled up a glass and swallowed all 20 of those pills. She

passed out and never woke up again. (Lily)

Episode 5: Ruby Eyes

He didn't really remember the times before the divorce. It had happened when he was little, and now

he strays between his father’s and his mother's house. Today he sat on the couch in his mother's

home, writing out a story of the people he wished he was. His mother called out to him to get off his

laptop and feed the dogs. So he began the long process of feeding the dogs. Heating the can,

measuring. His mother watches from the sidelines. He finishes, setting down the food. He returns to

the couch, typing away again. His mother stomps in, throwing his tablet at him. He dodges,which

earns him smacks in the face. He flinches at each hit, as his mother scolds him. Shes in tears, and

she just freezes. Then she tells him to get in the car. He goes in the car, sitting in the back. His

mother begins driving, they drive for hours, until they’re in the mountains. And shes driving like a

crazy person, TRYING to kill them. Attempt after attempt. Until shes pulled over. He sinks in his seat,

sobbing. His own mother is trying to kill him and herself. Later they return home, he retreats to his

cold room. He couldn't help her, or his best friend. And it was causing him all this pain. Might as well

cut the string and end it all. And thats wht\at he does. Finding the gun in the cabinet,loading it.

Shooting it, his shot uneven, but enough to pierce his brain, the blood dripping into his eyes. (Hunter)

Episode 6: Alone in the Void

He could hear his breath, echoing on the empty cold walls. He sat, shivering. He’d been like this for

months now, just in his cold bare room. He had torn down his poster, he had taken everything and

shoved it in his closet, months ago. He liked it better. Cold and empty. Just like he felt. It has been 12

days since he last went to school. He refused to leave the room, he hated school, and he hated

being with his family. They always made him feel so horrible. Pointing out every fault, laughing at

him. So he stayed here, alone, with his stuffed cat, his fish, and his white scissors, that are no longer

white. They have been deep red for a while now. He loved the way there were now splashes of

white, otherwise red with tinges of a pink around the white, where the blood had seeped in. Yawning,

he closed his eyes, listening again. He could hear the noise of his mother cooking dinner. He sighed,

thinking about the last time he was at school. He had been slammed into the locker so hard his ear had bled.Those mean words rolled around in his head. He couldn't be hurt by these, he was a

teenager now. He wasn’t a kid anymore. But those words…they were said by his biggest crush. And

it hurt, like knives piercing him. Nobody wanted him here anyways. He walks to the window, looking

at the pavement, 3 stories down. He looked at the bustling streets with a sigh. All those happy

people. He breathed in, listening to his heartbeat, which echoed around the room.He sighs, rubbing

his throat, thanking his last thoughts, before using the scissors like tweezers to rip his throat out. And

for once, that cold room had a bit of warmth to it. (Chris)

Episode 7: Hope is Gone

That child had meant everything to her. EVERYTHING. And it was all gone. She lied there, in pain,

blood soaking her. And the child was dead. A waste. All of it. It was over. The doctors rushed about,

and all she was. Was numb. She hadn’t even seen her child. They had whisked him away frantically,

and came back what felt like hours later, telling her the baby was dead. Her heart had shattered, and

now. She was alone. Nobody to hold onto. Nobody was here to share the pain she felt now. All she

could do was cry. She knew they were calling her name, but she couldn't hear them. Alone. Silence.

Her cheeks stung with the amount of tears she had cried. That baby was what kept her going for the

past 7 months. She couldn't bring herself to kill herself because of that baby. And now the child was

gone. Alone. Her vision blacked out. She woke up fine, and like a robot, got into her car and drove to

her tiny apartment. She moved up the stairs, into her apartment and sat, staring out the window.

That happy child eating his ice cream, running happily to the park, his mother hurrying after him. She

grimaced. That was hers. That was supposed to be hers! She bit her lip. She had never felt

such…such…hatred. She couldn't bear the pain, so she shut the curtains, locking herself away from

the world. She moved blankly to the kitchen, making herself food. She wasn’t being careful, or even

paying attention. She burned and cut herself, not even flinching or shedding a tear. She didn’t even

notice. Halfway through, she turned off the stove, going back to the window. Her lips twitched as she

watched those happy kids. From below, all they heard was the shattering. And then the body hit the

ground. (Sam)

Episode 8: Binding Sound

The stage lights blinded her as usual, her heart pounded. She hated every second of this now. Why

had she liked this before? The fans screamed along with the lyrics. The truth was, she had wanted

this. But not really. She hated the stares, the attention. She hated all the people, all the money, the

way everyone thought of her. They only thought of her as a robot, and she was stuck between the

fans and her family stealing the money away. She was out of breath now,and she could finally leave

until tomorrow, where it would all start again. She was escorted away, surrounded by the guards.

Cursed with never being alone. She lets out a heavy breath, entering the fancy car, gagging at the

new car stench. People said it smelled wonderful. She hated it. Bad memories. The driver brought

her to the hotel. They both sat in serine silence. She meets up with just one security guard at the

entrance. He would watch over her for the night. She nods at him, retreating to her room. She went

in, immediately tearing off her dress and wiping away the makeup. She was out of her mind at this

point. Glancing around, searching the drawers for anything. Something discreet, so the guard couldn't prevent it. She grabs her headache medicine. And any other drug she could fine. She

hurries to the kitchenette, swallowing all of it. And she lies down on the plush bed. And she never

wakes up again. (Zoe)

Episode 9: Demon Chandelier

Those eyes. They scared her. She didn’t know why. They sent shivers down her spine, reminding her

of the demons that were there. MAybe it was the shape. MAybe it was…who knows. She shakes her

head, moving away from the boy. Back to the task at hand. Taking a sharp breath, she goes back to

her computer, working on the playlist. She was uploading all the files she had built yesterday. Those

songs were from her heart and she hoped would please her friend. Was she really her friend or

just…No. Back to the task. She works on the playlist, dreading going home. But its time comes and

she begins the walk, balancing on the edges, giggling to herself, with her music up high. Nobody

cared what she did here. She was free. A rare smile crossed her face. She giggles to herself, falling

over. She jumps up, running home, praying its a good day. The moment she steps through the door,

she freezes. Its not. She can feel it in the air. She runs into her room. The air feels…dead. Its new,

but familiar. The air of the hospital. She begins to cry, already knowing what this means. Her mom

peeks in, shaking her head, before leaving. He didn’t make it. He lost. THEY lost. She sobs, biting

her wrist. Her dads dead. They said it’d happen, but they prayed, like every family. Only a 50%

survival rate of this cancer. And she was unlucky enough to have her dad in the unsuccessful. She

stays there long into the night, her mother long asleep. She walks to the door leading to the

backyard, but pauses in the garage. She glances around. She creeps over to the cables, breathing

heavy. She wants to see him again. And these cables are what will get her there. In a flash the

deeds are done, and she has become the chandelier. (Madison)

Episode 10: Stumbling Tears

They couldn’t see anymore. Their vision was too blurry, too many tears. Back then, it was only a

scrape. But now. That's when they had ruined it all. When they had been snatched away and flown

to Florida. When they had been given to the Mistress. And today, it wasn’t any different. Tears welled

in their eyes, blurring their vision, They were bruised and bleeding, but they lay there, curling up,

knowing it’d make the punishment worse. Resistance was not allowed here. They’d bleed until they

couldn’t walk, and then clean all the blood up with a single rag. If they missed a drop they’d be hit

more. It was not strange anymore, just expected. No mistakes allowed. They cleaned the blood after

the Mistress had left, then stumbled into their room, staring into the mirror, their bloody clothes, the

streaks the tears left on their face. The mirror was long cracked, a shard missing, level with their

head. It was sharp, and everybody who stayed here had cut themselves with it. The inside was

stained with all the blood, they weren’t forced to clean that blood. But…nobody had died yet. Maybe

they wanted that. To be dead. Did they? It was misery, but didn't they want to live, to dream of

freedom. Freedom is nothing if you can’t hold it in your hands. They ran their knuckles along the

edges, making themself bleed more. IT was worth it. The pain caused silence, bliss, a…sense of

happiness. A freedom anybody held. And it was going to be theirs now. They slammed their head

into the small gap, shattering the mirror, stabbing their forehead with the edges, blood splashing onto the walls and sheets. Once, Twice. It kept going, until they were too weak to continue. And instead,

they fell backwards, Their heart froze, not pounding with fear anymore. (Jess)

Episode 11: Electric Heart

The plastic sheets of the hospital is what woke him up. Alone. The beeping, the machines that now

held him alive, ringing in his ears. His heart still wrestled for its death. The stitches and bandages

were covering him. It made him stiff, the drugs pumping through his veins. Why wouldn’t he die? Just

blankness in his head. Not unusual for him, but now it was unsettling. He had gone too far this time

apparently. Hurt himself so badly. He was alone, no family or friends there for him. They didn’t really

care, he had already known, but it still hurt. They knew how he hurt, but did nothing. They said they’d

help, and when it mattered, where were they? They had betrayed him, thought they were helping.

They weren’t. It made everything worse. He sat up, despite the ache, he was bound to the bed. The

machines continued to beep. It was getting annoying. Too annoying for him. He stared, until he

thought of his idea. And he reached out. And at 12 years old, the plug was pulled, but this time by

him. His heart didn’t have to wrestle anymore, nothing was there to wrestle. So he died. Alone and

cold. Hurt and broken. Nothing fulfilled. (Ezra)

Episode 12: Falling Sparrow

Butterflies flew around her head, like a crown. She stood still, in the quietest place she could find.

Truly, it was loud, but unlike crowds. The water rushed, the leaves moved in the wind, the birds

singing without a care. She cared though. She always did. They all did. Her smile was long gone,

when it used to be the sunniest smile you’d ever see. And now all that there was the pain, the wound

in her back, it was all gone. Their dreams had slipped through their fingers again. And they hadn’t

bothered to retrieve them again. Torn to pieces, by the very people who she was scared of. She

frowned, the cliff was her happy place, where she was born, where her mother had lost her heart. All

she wanted was the love that they all insisted she had. She wanted what the stories said, but she got

the demons instead. The truth. What they hid behind curtains and walls. They had hurt her, and

nobody had helped her heal. They had never assisted the wound, so it healed funny, leaving its

marks. She was forever gone, and empty void in her eyes. They never held her hand or kissed her

head, not anymore. They saw her break, and left, not caring anymore. She just wanted to fly that

day, so she gathered the little trust she had, and fell backwards into the ocean, listening to the

splash. The fish and the birds were her only companions left, so she’d let them listen to the last

beats of her hearts. (Sky) Episode 14: Buried in Murder

Can’t escape, it's all too late. Her shoes were soaked with blood, her hand shaking, now by her side,

the gun smoking. She backed away from the body, bumping into her father. He hissed at her to be

careful and her shot was too messy. Her father picked up the body, tossing it out the window,

grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her out, through the pool of blood. They slipped into the alley

way, finding their ‘home’. She tucked the gun and extra bullets into the hidden cabinet. Washing her

hands and clothes until the water turned pink and dripped onto the floor. That feeling. It hurt so

much…why? She didn’t hurt herself, but watching another die…She felt horrible. She rushed to her

room, ignoring her father and the other kids screams to come eat. Her mind was dull, blank, but yet,

still screaming, and she couldn’t stop it. She fell asleep like that, that person's face floating around

their dreams the entire time. Her thoughts haunted her, until she had to arise, and grab another gun,

and dress, ready for her second day. Her father said nothing, merely left and she followed. He

pointed out the target, and she shot. The blood sprayed and she hid. A crowd murder was risky. Her

father took the gun, hiding it. She stood there, shaking again, and her father grabbed her, taking her

away, to their ‘home’. Like before she went to her room, but this time she stared out the window, and

the police lights just a few blocks away. She looked down at the street. She deserved this pain, she

knew it. She broke the window, stepping up, the glass pieces piercing her feet, she lost her balance

before she could say bye, and she fell. (Hailee)

Episode 15: Alcoholic Merit

The moment he heard the glass break in the other room, he stopped eating the cold dinner,

and scooped up the youngest, gesturing his sister to follow, as he lead them behind the couch,

crouching down low, out of sight, he made them stay behind him as he peaked around the edge of

the couch, his mother cleaning up the broken bottle silently. His father jumped up, gripping her hair,

shouting in her ear, she flitched, the tears spilling down her cheeks, his father hitting her, calling her

stupid. He picked up both his siblings, covering their eyes and slipping upstairs, tucking them into

bed, telling them a short bedtime story, before dashing back downstairs, watching from the stairs. He

couldn’t stop his father, the one time he had tried, a year ago, he had been thrown into a glass

cupboard, which had shattered and cut him. He still had the scars and liked to doodle stitches over

them. His father eventually finished and left the house, and he immediately rushed over to his mom,

starting to clean her wounds, whispering kind words to her, crying with her, the sight of his moms

blood making him dizzy. He held on though, like this for days, days after days of helping his mom

after his father had hurt her, protecting his younger siblings from his abusive behavior, and taking what he could. One day, he returned from school, his mom was gone, with his siblings. His dad was

passed out on the couch, he walked over, tilting his head, his dad opened his, smiling softly at him.

He released his breath, his dad wasn’t drunk. He hugged his father, crying softly, his dad running his

fingers through his hair. He stood up, leaving the house. He hated that man, but he still cared about

him, but his mom left him in a hurry, she must’ve been hella hurt. He finds his way to the library, her

favorite place. She wasn’t there. He looked around, his hand reaching for an electric cord, and he

tightened it around his throat until it cut into his skin and he couldn’t breathe.

Episode 16: Silent Heart

She peaked out of her room, her arms dripping in blood. Her brother was sitting in front of the tv,

watching cartoons, as she slipped into the kitchen to clean off her arm. Her mom looks up frowning.

She tells her to clean out the sink, leaving, handing her brother a snack. She glanced away, returning

to her empty room, sobbing. He always got everything and she was rarely fed. She pulls out her

report card, staring at the really bad grades, knowing she was stupid and knew that she needed

help. The other day her mom had yelled at her about them, and she had asked for help, but her mom

just yelled at her, she couldn’t do this anymore, her brother got everything and more and she got

nothing. She loved her brother and they were close when their mom was away. He gave her scraps

when he could. But it wasn’t enough, ever. Nobody loved her, and you could see her ribs, and her

skin. She grabbed onto her stomach, grabbing her knife she had used to cut herself with earlier,

impaling her heart

Anyways love ya'll claiming my automatic copyright as the original writer have a good night/day idk it's 5 am for me??

#writing

[octolingkiera]

ok im just opened your blog for the first time. im from your ao3. literally know nothing about you. have not looked at anything on your blog. this may be wildly inaccurate. but here are my extremely specific assumptions based entitled on your fanfics that i’ve read.

- you have an overwhelming desire to form a deep and strong connection with someone. where you are just inexplicably close with them and can’t imagine life without this person.

[ either that or you already have a person/people like this in your life. ]

- seem like the kind of person who owns cats AND dogs. if not you want both. i think. i dunno.

- you listen to lemon demon. or just very internet-e music in general.

- you own a lot of graphic t shirts and colourful socks?

- you’re a theatre/literature nerd.

- you hated playing dodgeball in gym class

- you have an absurd amount of blankets/pillows

- a big part of your sense of humour can be summed up with that one silly video where that dude says “GRASS! I LIED ABOUT THE WHEELS” idk its 12am or smth gimme a break

- you either love milk so so much or hate it with a passion

i dunno if any of that is accurate and like. fair warning i’ve read all your rottmnt fics but nothing else so. shrug emoji.

ohmigosh hello!! :3 welcome to my blog!! it's been a couple weeks since you've sent this so if you've taken a look around yet, i hope you found something interesting lol

when this came in, i read it like three times and showed my friends and i gotta say. i love your energy lmao. ive never had anyone do this before so idk the procedure from here but. i love that all you've done is read my rise fic and came over here and wrote this up and that's it. i love it. this is great, thank you!!! lol

it's overall lowkey a little accurate which is wildly hilarious to me but i guess i can go through and tell you how you did??? lol

you have an overwhelming desire to form a deep and strong connection with someone. where you are just inexplicably close with them and can’t imagine life without this person.

[ either that or you already have a person/people like this in your life. ] does having a close friend ive known for 15 years count?? lol this ask came in the monday before she got married and the day before i flew out to go attend said wedding with all of our close mutual friends, so i'd say this is p accurate. (and as to the desire part... yeah,,, lol)

seem like the kind of person who owns cats AND dogs. if not you want both. i think. i dunno.

i do actually!! i have a dog and a cat rn, but ive had mostly dogs my whole life. two of my grandmas are huge cat people and have always had a lot of cats or fed a lot of strays, so i really love both of them. i couldn't say which i like more lol

you listen to lemon demon. or just very internet-e music in general.

i actually dont listen to much lemon demon, and while i dont quite get what you mean by "internet-e music", uhhhh i do like some meme songs?? if that counts?? lol. a lot of my music tastes can be summed up as "mid 2000s to early 2010s" lmfao

you own a lot of graphic t shirts and colourful socks?

lol most of what i wear is graphic tees, yes. as for the socks,,, yeah, when i wear them lol. i haaaaate socks in general, so i have to get socks i like the looks of so i actually want to wear them. my favorites are pokemon themed, but they slip down my heel really easily, so i dont wear them as much anymore :(

you’re a theatre/literature nerd.

lol, not really, but i do enjoy the occasional musical. i havent read many actual, published books in recent years, but i'm almost always reading Something

you hated playing dodgeball in gym class

brooo i HATED gym class. i actually didn't have a single gym class in middle school and the last time i had a gytm class was the first half of my first year of high school all the way back in 2010 lol

you have an absurd amount of blankets/pillows

again, not really, but i love me a good soft blanket. i love silly little plush throw blankets and also really big warm ones you can snuggle up in on a cold night, but in bed, i don't tend to use a ton of blankets or pillows

a big part of your sense of humour can be summed up with that one silly video where that dude says “GRASS! I LIED ABOUT THE WHEELS” idk its 12am or smth gimme a break

my sense of humor is like 80% vines so like. yeah lol

you either love milk so so much or hate it with a passion

milk is good!!! i used to drink it a lot more when i was younger but not so much now lol

tysm for the ask!!! this was fun and i really enjoyed this :3 thanks for reading and (hopefully lol) enjoying my fics, and i hope you'll keep reading!! i have more rottmnt stuff cooking up (including a huge separated au fic, more prompt fills, a "future character travels back in time" fic, potentially a post movie fic (we'll see lol), and some silly little post episode oneshots ;3) that i hope i can get posted sooner or later lol

#ty for your ask!!! #i was actually so excited to get this #people engaging??? with ME??? #wowie #was out there showing it off like “LOOK PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO ME!!!” #i haven't talked about my separated au on the social medias yet #but i've mentioned some stuff to folks on discord #the doc rn is over 20k words and it's barely getting started #it's HUGE!!!!! #a monster lol #it's gonna be great #ask #answer

[lovemybluebully]

Relaxation Interrupted

I recently just started drawing and writing again after a long hiatus so nice to be posting again! Hope to hear from some of you guys! :)

X-men Evolution-verse

*/M, F/M, Very slight M/F Tickling Pure family bonding FLUFF!! Summary: Logan is dragged to the beach and Kitty convinces him to allow her to bury him in the sand. Some cute fatherly Logan bonding with his girls. ^_^ Word Count: 5,035 (Way longer than I planned! lol)

Based on this picture I drew on my DeviantArt. ( https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Relaxation-Interrupted-876785777 )

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaasse?"

"Still no." "C'mon Mr. Logan! It'll be fun!"

"Ya may be surprised to hear that I have a lot o' doubts about that." Wolverine was sitting on a towel on the sand of the local beach and was currently being pestered by his reason for being there in the first place; Kitty Pryde.

Professor Xavier thought it would be beneficial for Logan to start accompanying the students on a one-on-one basis for some bonding activities to improve student and teacher relations. Kitty had chosen the beach as their destination despite Logan's minor detest for sand, but he agreed with her promising just how relaxing it would be for him. He really could stand some relaxation. Especially after his day with Ororo's nephew Evan, who had naturally picked the skate park for them to go to. Not even Logan's natural reflexes and balance could keep him from ending up on his ass several times that day. He had to hold himself back from smashing every skateboard there to pieces. At least there was really nothing he could think of that might go wrong at the beach. The worst for most people was getting a sunburn, but he had no reason to worry about that with his healing factor. Kitty had brought along her young pit bull puppy that Logan had thoughtfully renamed to Runt, and after hiking the trail down the cliff-side they got settled in. The beach she had chosen was more secluded than the other tourist beaches in the area and currently there was no one around them for half a mile. Their time there wasn't bad so far. The weather was in their favor and the sun was out, keeping the air at a comfortable 70F degrees. All Logan had been doing was just sitting there throwing a small piece of driftwood for the puppy to fetch as he kept a watchful eye on Kitty splashing around in the ocean water. Eventually though she had emerged, and after drying off with a towel her next big idea was for him to let her bury him in the sand. Of course Logan was quick to reject the idea. "But, like, you don't even have to do anything! You can just sit there and-!" "Fer the last time Half-pint, ya ain't coverin' me with a buncha sand!" He growled with slight annoyance at her persistence as Runt came running back to deposit the retrieved stick in his hand. Kitty frowned with a pout of her lips as she turned and hugged her knees to her chest, looking genuinely disappointed. Logan instantly felt regret. He cursed his inability to resist feeling bad for the teenage girl, not wanting her to be unhappy because of him. Being one of the younger students at the school inherently made him more protective of her; not to mention how she had helped him come to his senses back when he had that mind-control chip that was implanted in his head. He supposed he could humor her for just a little while. What's the worst that could happen? With a loud sigh he softened his voice before throwing the stick for Runt once more. "Alright fine. If it means that much to ya then go ahead."

"Really?! You mean it?!" Kitty instantly perked up with a big smile and threw her arms around him, "Thanks Mr. Logan! You won't regret it!"

Logan smirked at how easy it was for her to change her mood and gave her a gentle hug back with one arm. "We'll see about that. Hopefully it ain't that hard to get off me after. Now if ya don't mind," he pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks as he laid back on the towel, "I'm just gonna shut my eyes fer a few minutes an' catch some sun while yer doin' that." "Go right ahead! Like I said, you don't have to do anything. Just relax." "Sounds good to me." With the warmth of the sun penetrating all his exposed skin Logan found it easy to doze off rather quickly. Runt returned with the stick, but after finding Logan not responsive to him trying to thrust the stick into his hand the pup decided to just lay down beside him and start gnawing on the piece of wood. Meanwhile, Kitty got to work with the sand and began with his lower body, figuring that she'd be less likely to disturb his nap. It was about fifteen minutes later when Logan began to wake up, taking him a second to remember where he was. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up to find a large mound of sand covering his legs as Kitty continued to add more and more. "How's it goin' kid?"

She smiled when she heard his voice and saw he was awake again. "Pretty good. I actually had to start off with a lot of wet sand to get it going since the dry stuff was just sliding down and wouldn't stay in place. It doesn't feel too heavy on you I hope?"

Logan tried to move his legs a bit to test it, but found he couldn't budge them at all aside from his feet which the teen had left unburied and sticking out of the mound.

"Nah, it's fine. But if yer goal was to keep me from escapin' then I'd say ya succeeded," he wiggled his feet around, not too crazy about being restrained in any way, but he felt no threat from Kitty, and that little nap had relaxed him more than he thought it would. "It's only temporary. I'll dig you out when you're ready." Logan nodded as he discovered Runt asleep on the towel beside him, rubbing the dog's small body and waking him almost immediately. The puppy yipped excitedly as he licked at Logan's hand and then jumped to his paws to run down to the water to chase after the seagulls.

Kitty just smiled, knowing Logan had become very attached to the dog no matter how much he tried to appear otherwise. He was looking after Runt fondly before noticing he'd been caught by the pony-tailed girl as he tried to play it off. "Dumb mutt," he snorted and shook his head, breaking their eye contact to keep up his stoic demeanor. She tilted her head as it was her turn to look at him fondly. Others might find him to be hostile or unsociable or even just plain intimidating, which he was a lot of the time, but despite that she felt differently towards him. She knew firsthand of his dangerous animalistic side that he had trouble controlling, yet she still felt incredibly comfortable around him. She'd get homesick at times and found Logan always putting in the effort to be there for her in any way big or small. When she would feel like no one cared about any problems she was having he was the only one who was never too busy to listen and give her honest advice, even if sometimes it wasn't what she wanted to hear. He would never lie to her just for her sake and she appreciated that more than he knew.

She had grown pretty close to him and had taken the time to learn more about the side of him that he didn't show to many people. It took some digging as he was still pretty reserved when it came to showing emotions other than anger, but there were some things she had picked up. He may not show it in the traditional way, but he really did care about all of them. He was the crabby uncle and they were all his family. Logan finally looked back and found her staring at him strangely as he raised a brow.

"Uhhh...ya ok there Half-pint?"

She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head. "Sorry, I was just thinking. About how good you are to me. You'd really make a great dad," she smiled warmly as she thought she noticed a slight tinge of blush on Logan's cheeks as he just muttered and shrugged his shoulders. "Ah it ain't nothin' special. Don't even mention it," he tried to change the subject, "So uh, how's school goin'?" "It's not bad. I'm passing all my classes, and I've been cramming for my finals that are next week. It's nice to get a break from all that studying so thanks for coming here with me." "Any time kiddo. Sounds like ya needed a lil' getaway." "Yeah, I've had a lot on my mind lately," she looked to the side and fidgeted with her hands for a moment, "Hey Mr. Logan? You think I could talk to you about something?"

"Course ya can. Somethin' I can help ya with darlin'?"

"It's just...well Mr. Logan what I wanna know is-"

Logan cut her off. "How many times I gotta tell ya, ya don't gotta keep callin' me 'Mr', y'know? Think we're way past all the formalities. Just Logan'll do," he gave her a small smile for reassurance as she nodded. "Ok Logan. Anyways I was, like, just wondering, it might be stupid but...," she paused, biting her lip momentarily before the words just came tumbling out, "How do you know when a boy likes you?" She looked a little embarrassed for blurting it out like she did, but she was relieved to see no look of judgement on Wolverine's calm face. There never was no matter what she might say to him. "Boys, huh. Ya ain't old enough fer boys yet," his mouth quirked up slightly as Kitty just giggled. "In your mind I'd never be old enough," she shook her head, "But I'm 15 Logan, and boys are starting to notice me and well, I'm noticing them too. So like, what do I do? Should I start dressing different? Talking different? How do I know if I'm doing the right thing?" "Well first things first any boyfriend ya get is gonna need to have a private meetin' with me so I can beat...I mean, have a talk with 'em," he teased her as she laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder. "Stop it, I'm serious! Really though!" "Alright fine. Well I can't speak fer them, but you'd be surprised how much confidence can overcome any kinda physical attraction. It may sound corny, but just stay true to yerself an' those boys won't be able to resist. Any boy that likes ya purely fer yer physical attributes ain't worth yer time anyhow." "Well I don't think I'll have that problem anyways. I mean, I'm not as pretty as someone like Jean-"

"What're ya talkin' about darlin'? Yer beautiful. An' don't let no one ever tell ya otherwise. If they do then they'll have to answer to me," he unsheathed his claws momentarily with a smirk as Kitty just blushed, not one to take compliments that well. "You really mean that?" Logan opened his mouth to answer, but instead came out a snort that just as quickly developed into a goofy looking grin as the burly man surprisingly started to chuckle.

"Heh..Hehehe...Ehehehehee!" Kitty blushed with a frown this time, feeling self-conscious that Logan was now laughing at her as she regret opening up to him about this.

"Well you don't have to laugh at me. If this is all a joke to you then you can just-"

"No I-eheeheehehee! It's not-aahahah! Get away!"

"Get away? You want me to leave?" She was seriously confused by what he was trying to say, though he was struggling to speak clearly through his giggles. "No! N-Not you! Hehehahaa! My feet! Get 'im off! Ahahahahaahaa!" Logan leaned over the sand pile and tried to swat at something on the other side as Kitty finally realized that something else was going on. The teen peeked over the sand and her mind was eased when she found the source of Logan's sudden outburst. Runt had returned from playing down by the water and was now excitedly licking away at the soles of Logan's bare feet while his tail wagged with vigor. It was always a pleasant surprise to see that even with his normally tough exterior Wolverine had his soft side too. Even more surprising was the fact that he was actually a very ticklish guy. Kitty herself had gotten into a few tussles with him when he was in the right mood, usually getting Rogue to help her team up against the gruff mutant until they had him in tears. Currently the playful pup was tickling him greatly as his feet flailed around and his toes curled and flexed, unsuccessfully trying to evade the little tongue. "C'mon! Get that muhuhutt! Baahaahaha! He's ticklin' me!" Logan was laughing harder now as he tried to free his legs by leaning back on his hands and pulling with all his might to no avail. "Aww, he's just playing with you. Lets give him another minute," Kitty smiled, making no move to stop the happy puppy. She loved seeing Logan laugh like this. It was rare for him to do it on his own, but tickling him was always a guarantee. It was just one of the few natural reactions she got to see from him, and it was nice to see him not be so wound up tight all the time. He'd never admit it, but he was always in a much better mood after laughing his guts out. "Whahahat?! No! I caahaan't taahaake-heeheeheehahahah! Stoppit!" Logan howled as he again leaned over the sand mound and tried to shoo the puppy away, but Runt saw his laughter and the flailing of his hands as a positive reaction. In his mind Logan was enjoying this and encouraging him to continue as he'd jump back momentarily to playfully bark before leaping forward to attack his toes with more licks. "OK! OK! Seriously! Aahahahahah! No mohohore! Maahaahake 'im stahahahaap!" Logan fell back onto his elbows as he clawed at the sand in his attempts to pull himself loose, though starting to lose some of his strength from laughing so much. Kitty made some unenthusiastic calls to the puppy to try to get his attention. "Runt? Runt! Come here boy! Oh shoot Logan, he's just not listening to me," she giggled, showing that she really wasn't trying that hard. "Grab 'im!! Just graahahaab 'im!! Eeheeheeheehehe!! Pleeheeheeaase!!"

Kitty pretended to think it over as she listened to his laughter and hysterical giggles for another minute before finally deciding he'd had enough. "Alright, come here you," she smiled and scooped the puppy up as he stretched his tongue to take a few last laps at Logan's toes. She snuggled him close as he licked her chin before placing him back onto the sand and patting his backside. "Go on now. Go play," she shooed him off as he barked and ran back down towards the ocean. She then turned to check on her mentor who was now sitting back up and still a little out of breath, though luckily with his natural abilities he was able to recover fairly quick.

"I didn't...sign up fer this." "You didn't have to! It's all included! Told you this place would be relaxing!" "Yeah....Bein' tickled outta my mind is reeeeaal relaxin'," he grunted sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as she continued to smile brightly at him. "But how do you feel now?"

Logan paused as he realized what she meant. He didn't want to prove her right, but he really did feel relaxed. However he decided he wouldn't oblige her and would just deny it like he normally would. "Feel like I need a long vacation from the lot o' ya," he mustered up a frown as Kitty just smiled knowingly. He didn't have to admit it. She could tell by his body posture and how his muscles weren't tensed up that this was about as relaxed as he could get. "Was that your plan all along? Buryin' me like this so ya could tickle me to death an' "relax" me?" He growled a little, but the way he did it indicated no hint of being angry with her as she just laughed. "Ok yeah, you got me," she rolled her eyes playfully, "Pffft! No, of course not! But I will say it is an added bonus." To add to her tease she promptly reached over and tickled his exposed stomach as he started to squirm and giggle again, but she was close enough that he was then able to give her a few well-placed squeezes on her side causing her to squeal and jump away from him.

He smirked, looking pleased with himself as she glared dangerously back at him. When it was just Kitty by herself trying to launch a tickle attack on him she could get in a few good shots, but he usually was able to turn the tables rather quickly with having his size and strength on his side. The silly girl was always wearing flip flops or some other flimsy shoes that were easily removed and his rough fingers could go to town on her soft soles, while she would screech and pound her small fists on his back. It was only when she was able to get reinforcements like Rogue and/or Boom Boom that he turned it down a little bit, not wanting to get too rough with them. The problem was that they knew that and with that weakness exposed it just enabled them to more easily get him subdued where they'd all pile on top of him and viciously tickle his ribs and his unbearably ticklish underarms until he cried "Uncle".

Logan always liked to gloat about the times he would best her though. "That'll teach ya to mess with me Pryde. Guess I win afterall." "Oh do you?" Her eyes darted mischievously to the side as she immediately rushed for his feet. Logan's own eyes widened, forgetting that he was still prisoner as he grabbed a hold of her arm briefly, but she easily phased out of his grip.

His next move was to rapidly start trying to unbury his legs from the sand trap, but the moment he felt her fingers digging into his soles he lost his momentum and fell back in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Naaaahahahahohohoo! K-Kihihihitty!! I was....j-just johohokin'!!" "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the one who's laughing!" She grinned, spidering her fingers all over his tender arches as his feet wiggled frantically to get away, "How's it feel Logan, hmm? Does this tickle?" She enjoyed taunting him from this side for it was usually him saying similar things to her while he'd tickle her feet. It wasn't often that she really got the chance to get him there because of how strong he was, not to mention his feet were his worst spot so he guarded them well. She was going to enjoy this as long as she could get away with. "Ye-Yehehehes!! Ohahahahaha!! Staahaap!!" He laid on his back and pounded his fist against the sand as Runt ran around them, barking excitedly and occasionally diving in to lick Logan's face, which in turn was making him laugh even more as he tried to shove the little dog away.

"Aww the big bad Wolverine has ticklish feet huh? Coochie coochie coo!" Her fingers wriggled their way right under his toes, knowing he'd hit the roof. "AHAHAhaha!! No!! C'mon!! Quihihit playin'!! Nohohot the tohohohoes!!" Logan reflexively thrashed like crazy with his arms wrapped around his stomach, laughing so hard he thought he was going to bust his gut open. "Declare me the winner and I may show mercy," she was enjoying her power trip as she continued tickling his toes while her other hand performed a devastating scribbling attack on his meaty soles. "Ahahahalright!! I sur-surrender!! Hahahhaaha!! Ya win!! Ya wiiiiin!!" Tears had began to creep out of his eyes, but Kitty had one last thing in mind. "Admit you like Runt! Tell him you love him!" She barely got the words out as he began yelling them at the top of his lungs. "I LOVE YA!! I LOVE YA RUNT!! BAAHAHAHAHAAH!!"

Kitty smiled big and finally stopped, knowing that once Logan started obeying demands that he really couldn't take anymore. Wolverine panted for breath and remained fairly motionless while Runt climbed all over him and covered his face with wet kisses.

He finally regained some sense as he grabbed a hold of the small dog and cradled him in his arm, slowly sitting back up. "Aww I knew you loved him!" Kitty laughed as Logan raised a brow at her, but then couldn't help smiling as Runt squirmed up from his hold and licked at his stubbled chin.

"Yeah fine, ya got me. Guess I do," he set the pup down and wiped the slobber off of his face with his hand, "Geez, well ya definitely ain't buryin' me all the way now like ya wanted. In fact I'm never lettin' anyone bury me again. I've been tortured a lot o' ways in my lifetime an' bein' tickled like that is by far the worst."

Thinking of the extremely painful tortures Logan had experienced with him even comparing it on the same level as tickling made Kitty giggle at how overdramatic he could be. "Heehee, not my fault you're so ticklish. But that's a good thing! Because it's always a great day when I get to see you smile." Before he knew it she had jumped on him to hug her arms around his neck; his heart softening a little from her words as he gently patted her back. There weren't many that could look past his prickly exterior and genuinely cared about his well-being. "Yeah yeah, don't rub it in," he couldn't help smiling at just how much affection she showed towards him, even if he did resist at times. It was his turn to make her smile now. "By the way what I was tryin' to tell ya darlin' before I got interrupted earlier, yeah I meant what I said."

"Meant what?" She pulled back to curiously look him in the eyes. "That yer beautiful. One o' the most beautiful girls I know inside an' out. I'd never lie to ya 'bout that."

The smile that came over her face was worth everything that had happened to him that day. "Thanks Logan. I won't forget that. Thank you for trusting me and always letting me see the sweet side of you," she squeezed him tighter for a few moments before finally letting him out of her embrace, "Well how about we get you out of this sand now, hm?" With his help she then got started working on unburying his legs from the sand. As they neared exposing his legs Kitty couldn't resist giving his foot a little tickle, laughing as Logan yelped and yanked his legs completely free. He glared playfully at the giggling girl. "So funny I forgot to laugh." "Well I can fix that. Give it here and I'll try again," she teased, reaching for his foot again as he hastily scrambled to stand up. "In yer dreams. Well I think I'm a little over this beach. Whaddya say we go do somethin' else?" Logan grunted as he bent down to pick up his tshirt and pulled it back on over his head, then dusting the sand off of his legs with the towel. "Sure," Kitty nodded as she got up and collected her things, including having to pick up Runt out of the hole he was digging in the sand, "I know Professor said it's the student's choice, but maybe we could, like, go do something that you want to do?"

Logan looked back at her surprised as they started walking across the sand, not expecting that he was going to get to choose for once.

"Somethin' I wanna do? Well I really could use a drink after all that torture ya put me through. I say we hit the bar. Yer 21 right?"

"I'm 15 you dork!" She grinned, knowing he knew damn well as she poked his ribs to make him chuckle. "Heh, yeah I know I know. Alright well how 'bout I take ya to the gun range? Ya ever shot a gun before? It's somethin' ya definitely should know how to do in case yer ever in that situation. I mean, I don't use 'em much myself, but I gotta practice my shot anyways fer once those boys start comin' to the school callin' on ya," he flinched with a wide smile and managed to brush her hand away as she tried to tickle him again. "Oooh you keep this up and later I'm going to get the girls together and we're just gonna destroy you," she was half-serious and that pushed Logan's cocky side back out. "Ya think I'm scared? Bring it on bub. I can take on an army o' ninjas single-handed, pretty sure a few teenage girls would be nothin'," he grinned proudly, flexing his muscles as she just laughed and shook her head. "You remember that. Remember you said that when we have you pinned down and you're begging for your life." "Ya got a wild imagination Pryde," Logan smirked with a roll of his eyes, trying not to show a hint of just how much that thought made him shiver. "Just picture it. And we're not just going to stick to the usual spots, oh no," she succeeded in pinching his side this time to make him squirm, "I mean it'd be a crime to not let the other girls experience the joy of seeing how you react to having your feet tickled. I'm sure Jean would be more than happy to help us out and hold you down for us. Oooh then we could all get your other bad spots too at the same time; your armpits, your belly, that one spot on your lower ribs. I'll bet it would almost kill you if we-" "Alright, cut that out! I get it. I won't kill yer boyfriends. Well....long as they don't give me a reason to," he cursed himself for breaking under the mental torture she was inflicting, but imagining all that was making his skin crawl.

"That's all I can ask of you," she laughed and patted his large bicep, "Can't promise we still won't go through with that idea, but we'll see how it goes." "Great," Logan groaned with a face-palm, but then let out a guffaw as Kitty reached into his armpit with wiggling fingers, "HAAH! Will ya stop ticklin' me?!" "Ok ok, I'll stop. Oh hey, before we go to that shooting place do you think we could get something to eat first? I'm starving!" She hugged her waist as Logan felt his own stomach growl and nodded. "Yeah, me too. You an' that mutt made me burn a lot o' calories by makin' me laugh so much. I'll let ya pick this one."

"Groovy! Because I know of this great vegan place that you'll just...," she peeked a glance up at the disgusted look that had spread over Logan's face as she just started to laugh, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! There's actually a really good steak house around here that's to die for! And they have a nice big outdoor patio so Runt can join us!"

She held the pup up in her arms who blissfully barked at hearing his name as Logan grinned and put his arm around her shoulders. "That's my girl. Now yer talkin' my language. Get on up now," he nudged her towards the steps leading up the cliffside to leave the beach. "Pretty sure they serve alcohol too so you can still get that drink you wanted!"

"Perfect. I might need to get some to-go also," he chuckled as he envisioned Kitty making good on her threats later that evening of getting her girlfriends after him. Having a good buzz would make that experience a lot easier to stand. But that would have to wait until later for he needed to be completely sober for their next activity. A firearm was serious business, and he would need his full mental capacity to thoroughly explain and show his student how to safely load, handle and shoot a hand gun.

His report back to the Professor later would be one of success in forging a stronger bond with young Kitty Pryde. He'd leave the part out where he was repeatedly tickled mercilessly, though seeing how tranquil Logan seemed would trigger Xavier's curiosity into how he got in that state. Wolverine was pretty resistant to keeping the Professor out of his head when he didn't want him in there so the telepath was forced to snoop around inside Kitty's mind later to unveil the truth. He of course knew that Logan was ticklish with it being hard for things to stay a secret in the school, but he was unaware of just how much the laughter he produced would greatly ease his mindset. There weren't many things that could get Logan to just shut off and forget about anything that was troubling him so Charles was pleased to see that something so simple could achieve that for him. He was also happy that people like Kitty, someone that Logan trusted, were more than willing to help him with that. It might be a stretch, but Charles looked at it as being the best therapy he'd ever seen for Logan's mental health. He'd known the man for many, many years and seen him try so many methods to bring him out of his brooding nature when all along he just needed to have a good laugh every now and then.

He hoped Logan wouldn't resist it too much and would realize what a positive thing it was for him. He could really stand a break from the tortured thoughts that constantly plagued his mind all these years. Though Charles had a good feeling that Kitty and the others wouldn't give him much choice in the matter either way. EPILOGUE: (Just a little more! XD) Word Count: 1,391 Charles was getting ready to turn in for the night when he decided to take one last scan of any conscious minds in the mansion grounds to make sure there were no impending threats nearby. He quickly picked up on a conversation downstairs. Kitty was among Rogue, Tabitha and Jean and she was going over some kind of strategy, though hearing the words "attack" and "Logan" made Xavier curious and tune in a little more precise. As all the details of their plot emerged Charles couldn't help the smile that came over him, but he still felt a sense of duty to at least try to warn his old friend. He quickly tracked Logan's current whereabouts, finding the man in the kitchen grabbing a beer from his stash and oblivious to what was about to befall him.

"Logan? Logan can you hear me?"

Logan wasn't even startled, used to having Xavier telepathically contact him on a frequent basis. "Hey Chuck. What's goin' on? Ya want a beer too?" Logan smirked and raised his beer can as he took a big swig, "This here's a double IPA I picked up from the-" "They're coming Logan. Get out of there. Get out before it's too late."

Logan frowned, having detected no unfamiliar scents within miles of the school as he rolled his eyes while chugging the rest of his beer. "What're ya talkin' about? No one's comin', ya crazy old fool. Maybe ya should try gettin' some sleep an' then you'll quit bein' so damn paranoid." Charles could now only listen and watch through all the involved eyes of Logan's doom as the first of them walked into the kitchen. "Oh, Jean. Ya should be in yer room. It's kinda late an' I got a doozy of a combat trainin' session for y'all tomorrow so ya might wanna rest up an'-Woah! Hey! Hey Jean what is this?! Put me down right now!" "Sorry Logan, it's nothing personal." "Thanks Jean! We'll take it from here."

"He's all yours ladies." "Kitty?! Rogue?! T-Tabitha?! Now wait a minute girls holdin' me down like this ain't fair! It's bad enough without- Oh nonono, don't! Don't take my boots off! At least let me keep my- No, not the socks too! Look! I'll take it easy on ya on the trainin' tomorrow! I'll cancel it even! Just don't- Heeheheehee!"

"Oooh the tough old badger is sensitive there."

"Told you!"

"Well Ah'm definitely gonna go first!"

"Do the honors Rogue! And then Runt wants a turn again!"

"No wait! We can make a deal! Aw hell, yer not gonna get me there too, are ya?! But-But not all at the same time, right? Right?!?!" "Don't worry Logan. It won't be that bad. We're just gonna give yah your daily dose of giggles!" "But I already got it today! Ask Kitty!" "She meant from ALL of us ya dummy!" "Ok, now on my command ladies. One..."

"No no no wait! Hear me out!" "Two..."

"Please! Ya can't do this! This is inhumane!" "Three!"

"BWAAHAHAHAHAAHAH!! NONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! STOOOOHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHACH-CHUHUHUHUHUCK!! HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLPPPP!!"

"I tried to warn you Logan. I'm afraid you're on your own." Charles simply smiled with a sympathetic shake of his head as he continued to observe. Logan's mental defenses had been disabled with him being too preoccupied with dealing with the extreme tickling that Charles was able to sneak in and see just what was going on in his mind.

Yes, Logan had begged like crazy not to be tickled, but it really didn't bother him as much as he made out. His thoughts revealed that he was enjoying the bonding aspect of this with the girls; not minding having to suffer as long as they were having fun. This was a little more intense tickling than he was used to so his sensitive nerves were a bit overwhelmed trying to process it all, but his brain was still flooded with the feel good hormones, pushing all signs of any stress to the back of his mind. In a way Logan was glad that Jean was holding him down as he didn't have to combat the urge to fight against it on his own. He didn't have to concentrate on not lashing out and accidentally hurting one of the girls, which was always a fear he had. All he had to do was laugh. The pleading for them to stop was involuntary and he didn't really try to keep it in, knowing the girls loved hearing it as much as they did hearing him laugh so freely. Charles realized that Logan did indeed see the benefit in this for him, but also he saw the joy and amusement that it brought to the girls and that's what really pushed him to grin and bear it.

He watched as they finally let him go about six minutes later, which was about four minutes after Logan was already in tears from laughing. Jean lifted the exhausted man off the floor and gently placed him onto the nearby couch recliner to recover before bidding the others goodnight and heading up to her room.

Kitty, Rogue and Tabitha scrambled to get on the couch as they all piled on top to hug and cuddle him, still playfully teasing him. "Man, you're just too ticklish Wolvie."

"Yeah Ah think we almost killed 'im." "No way! He can take it, right Logan?"

"Piece o' cake. Barely felt a thing."

The three girls just laughed and snuggled against the older mutant as he put his arms around them and pulled them closer. "Love you Logan!" "Yeah, thanks for pulling that stick out of your butt for a little while, you pushover."

"Well that stick is goin' right back in first thing tomorrow. I'm still holdin' that trainin' session in the mornin' an' I expect all o' ya to show up ready to be serious an' pay attention. No foolin' around, alright?" "Are you suggesting we wouldn't be on our best behavior? You know we're your best students."

"Sure, I'll let ya think that if it helps ya sleep at night."

"Hey!"

"Hehehehe, alright knohahahock it off! I know I'm lucky to have all o' ya!" "Don't you forget it." "Believe me, that's somethin' I ain't ever gonna forget."

The way he smiled at them showed pure devotion, which was something Charles hadn't seen from him in a long time. He loved those girls and they loved him back. He'd make sure nothing ever happened to them and would protect them with his life. Sleep was overtaking Logan now as he yawned and allowed his eyes to shut; his mind still swimming in the flood of endorphins and ensuring he would not be having any nightmares. Kitty and Rogue leaned in closer to his sides and Tabitha lay across his lap as they all closed their eyes as well; Logan unable to hold back his smile.

A small yip from the floor made Logan crack open one eye as he spied Runt trying to get up onto the couch with them, but was too small to reach the top. Being carefully not to move too much and disrupt the girls Logan slowly lowered his foot for the little puppy to climb onto and used it to lift him up. Runt gave his foot a soft lick in appreciation as Logan winced and had to try his hardest to not make any sudden movements. The pup then spun a few circles and made himself comfortable nestled between Logan's feet on the recliner as the man gave one last smile of satisfaction and began to drift back off to sleep. Those three girls and their dog were in the safest place they could ever be; in the loving embrace of one of the deadliest mutants alive. God forbid anyone who tried to disturb them. "Ya can get outta my head now Chuck. Show's over."

Charles was shocked and instantly released all the mind connections he had made, but he couldn't help letting out a relieved chuckle. It wasn't that he had been able to sneak into Logan's mind, he had been let in. Seeing this whole night play out had Xavier remember something he had seen in Kitty's mind from her beach outing with Logan earlier. "You'd really make a great dad," she had told him. Charles couldn't agree more.

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Together With Fruit Ch. 9 (Snippet)

Omgomgomg I actually finished something omg

Obviously this is not the full chapter, but it’s a pretty major chunk of it, and because I’m just so proud of myself and happy that I actually got something I set out to write forever ago FINISHED, I am posting this snippet here as a one-shot (it’s...more than a snippet really, it’s like 4000+ words, and it’s mostly unedited so...ye’ve been warned lol)

Word Count: 4199 (yikes)

Enjoy! Hopefully I’ll have the rest of the chapter finished within the next week or so!

“We’re finally nearing the Grand Line…” Nami muttered, pointing at a spot on the map. “It looks like the only way into it is through Reverse Mountain here.”

“Reverse Mountain?” Hazel murmured, peering over the girl’s shoulder at the point where the seas intersect.

“What a pain. Can’t we just sail straight through it?” Zoro groaned, glaring from where he sat leaning against the rail. Sanji shook his head.

“Nope, from what the geezer told me, that’s the only way boats can enter.”

“How come?” Usopp asked.

“Cause it’s supposedly dangerous.”

“But how come?!”

“I don’t know any more than that!” Sanji yelled, glaring at the sniper. 

“Boys, please…” Hazel scolded, trying to stop any fights before they could occur.

“The reason for that is-”

“Alright! I got it!” Luffy interrupted Nami, pointing at the map. “Then let’s head straight into it!”

“Are you even paying attention?!”

“But it sounds fun!” Luffy insisted, grin never wavering. “Plus it’d feel way better going straight into it!”

“Fun or not, I’d like to actually make it to the Grand Line before we die,” Hazel told him, side-eyeing her brother’s enthusiasm. Nami shared the sentiment.

“Talking to you makes me feel like I’m gonna go crazy…” the navigator whined, palm to her forehead in exasperation. Luffy soldiered on, ignoring the women’s concerns.

“Anyways, let’s stop at an island first and get meat! Meat! Meat!” Nami reached a finger out to point at a spot on the map, and Luffy and Hazel both peered closer at the paper.

“There’s a famous city on this island...Loguetown.”

“Loguetown?” Luffy asked, puzzled look on his face as he tried to think. “What? Is it famous for its meat?”

“Also known as the city of the beginning and the end…” Zoro chimed in, thoughtful look on his face. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before.”

“It’s where Gold Roger, the former Pirate King, was born,” Hazel supplied, appearing somber, “and where he was executed.”

“The town where the King of the Pirates died...” Even Luffy’s voice was tame, contemplation clear in his eyes. Nami swung her gaze to meet his, sly smile finding its way across her cheeks.

“Wanna go?”

“Yeah! I wanna see it!” As he spoke, his voice grew more excited, though it never lost its reverence. “I wanna see the town where the man who got the One Piece - everything this world has to offer - was born and then died!” Luffy stood up, grin fixed firmly back in place. “Nami! Set sail for Loguetown!”

As the crew scrambled to set their course, Hazel smiled at her brother’s excitement, though she didn’t share the enthusiasm. She didn’t really harbor any opinions on the former Pirate King, good or bad; there just wasn’t enough information available on who the man truly was. She had asked her grandfather once, considering what she knew about his connection to Ace, but after hours of pestering the only thing he’d told her was “don’t believe everything you hear”. Other than that cryptic statement, she knew about as much as anyone else: he was born in Loguetown, he circumnavigated the entire world, then turned himself in (to her grandfather, no less), and was executed in his hometown. For someone who was so famous, you’d think there’d be more to know about him.

Hazel looked down at the notebook in her hand, blank since Shells Town except for the notes she’d taken. She wasn’t going to let Luffy fall into that same level of anonymity. Sure, the boy couldn’t care less about the fame; his views on being the Pirate King weren’t shared by most other pirates, though she found his ideals to be more admirable. What she really didn’t want to happen, though, was for her baby brother’s name to be smeared by the media, with nothing to counteract it.

Which meant she had a lot of work to do.

“Well, before we get to Loguetown, I have to get to work. Which means I’m shutting myself in my room until I’ve finished writing about our adventure so far!” Hazel stated for all to hear. She ignored the odd looks sent her way. “So no one bug me, ok?” When she’d received satisfactory nods, Hazel made her way to the girls’ room, shut the door, and plopped herself down at the writing desk. She ripped out her pages of notes so she could refer to them easily as she wrote, then opened to a blank page, her pencil hovering above the paper.

An hour later and the page was still blank.

Hazel’s pencil had moved, at least. It’d been set on the desk, balanced on her nose (a failure on her part, but no one could see it so she wasn’t too pressed), twirled between her fingers, tucked behind her ear as she stretched in her chair (and changed position at least three times; currently she had her feet on the back of the chair with her head leaning on the desk). She’d doodled little pictures on her note pages; tiny flowers and crude renditions of her crewmates (note to self: hide these so Nami doesn’t see). There’s a reason she hadn’t decided to illustrate this book.

Another hour later and her legs hurt from how much she’d been bouncing them. The page remained blank, her mind void of ideas, and her eyes were fixed on the picture frame hanging on the far wall. Maybe some food would help? She didn’t think she ate much at breakfast…

As Hazel made her way on deck, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted her. Nami was lounging in the sun on the top deck, being served some fancy drink from their newest member. Zoro was, surprise, napping beneath the mast, his swords propped in his lap. Luffy sat on the other side of the ship, watching Usopp practice with his slingshot. Oh, that could be fun!

“Whatcha guys doin’?” Hazel asked, sneaking up behind the sniper, causing Luffy to laugh at the boy’s frightful shriek. “Oops! Sorry, Usopp!” He just glared at her in return.

“Usopp’s practicing his slingshot! See? We set up some targets against the other side of the deck, he’s really good!”

“Well, you see Luffy, I’ve been using a slingshot for at least 25 years,” Usopp boasted, ignoring the fact that he was only 17. “Which of course makes me an expert sniper!”

“25 years, huh?” Hazel snarked. “Well, mister “expert”, whaddaya say to a little contest? The closer to a bullseye gets you more points. Whoever gets the most points wins.”

“Uhh, ok, Hazel. But where are you gonna get a slingshot?” Hazel just pointed to Luffy. Specifically his arms. “Hey, now, wait a minute! You can’t use him!”

“Why not?” Hazel and Luffy asked, both with blank looks on their faces. The sniper spluttered.

“Because-! He’s not-! And you-!”

“Ok, look - we’re not going for power here, just accuracy, so it’ll still be a fair contest. And we’ll use the same ammo, ok?” She left no room for him to argue back, immediately grabbing one of the pellets from his hand and positioning her brother. Usopp rolled his eyes behind her, but sidled up next to the two, aiming his own slingshot at the first target.

“Ready...aim...fire!” Usopp let the pellet fly, smacking the target right in the center.

“Hey, nice job Usopp! But I’m gonna tie it up right here!” Hazel ribbed, tying Luffy’s fingers together to form a sling. She pulled them back, tongue poking out between her teeth as she aimed carefully. When she felt confident in her position she nodded, waiting for Usopp to give the signal, and then let go.

The target shattered to pieces.

“Oh fuck-!”

“WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING?!” Nami’s shrill voice called, causing all three to wince.

“Luffy did it!” Hazel immediately yelled while Usopp checked the ship for damage.

“No I didn’t!”

“Now, Luffy, you know you shouldn’t lie.”

“I’m not-!”

“ENOUGH!” Nami yelled again, interrupting the siblings. “I don’t care who did it, you’re just lucky the ship didn’t get damaged! You and you-” she pointed to Usopp and Luffy “-clean this up! And you!” Nami pointed at Hazel, making the older woman feel suddenly small. “You’re supposed to be writing right now! Not breaking things!”

“Well...you see...the thing is…” Hazel trailed off as Nami continued to glare at her. Huh. She didn’t like being on the receiving end of this. “I was hungry…?”

“Then ask Sanji-kun for a snack and get back to work. You told us not to bother you and we’re listening, take advantage of that!” At Hazel’s huff Nami smiled. “If you’d like, you can sit in the tangerine grove. I find it very relaxing when I need to focus.”

“Hmm...a change of scenery may be helpful. Thanks, Nami,” Hazel smiled, rolling her neck. “I better go bug Sanji.” But Nami held up a hand to stop her.

“Nope! You go sit, I’ll get it. I don’t want you to get distracted again.” The orange-haired girl walked away without another word, and Hazel was forced at that point to just listen to her. She made her way to the upper deck, finding a nice spot under the trees to nestle in. She reopened her notebook to the still blank page, and tapped her pencil against her chin as she tried to focus. The breeze up here was nice, as well as the sounds of her crewmates (Luffy and Usopp had made a game out of cleaning up her mess). The smell of tangerines wafted over her, muddying her senses. One of her curls was tickling her forehead.

She’d made zero headway by the time Sanji appeared with a snack. 

“Hazel-chwan!~ I’ve brought you a plate of delicious sandwiches, and a fresh glass of cabernet sauvignon,” the man said, brandishing a platter on one hand and a glass of deep red liquid in the other. She looked to the glass curiously. Despite having practically lived in a bar half her life, she’d never actually tried wine. Her alcohol tended to be of a rougher variety.

“Oh, yeah, alcohol. That’ll help,” Hazel muttered, hoping Sanji didn’t think her rude. For all she knew, it would get the creative juices flowing, so to speak. “Thank you, Sanji.” She smiled at the cook, his feet practically floating off the ground in happiness. He turned to leave her, and Hazel tentatively took a sip of the wine...only to immediately cringe when the bitter liquid hit her tongue. She glanced around in panic, hoping the blond didn’t see, and snuck the glass behind her back, hidden under the trees. “Ooh! Sanji, wait up!” she called, wine forgotten as she grabbed her plate and ran after him.

“Yes, my love?” Sanji asked, twirling around to gaze at her through heart-shaped eyes.

“I just realized that I never asked about what happened at the Baratie! After we left?” The cook’s expression had switched to confusion at her question. “In fact,” she continued, following him into the galley, “I don’t actually know that much about you. Tell me, what’s your dream? Your motivation? Your tragic backstory? Spare me no detail!”

For the first time since they’d met, Sanji wasn’t looking at her with adoration. In fact, he almost looked a little scared. His eyes darted around for half a second while she pulled out her best pout, gray eyes shining like a puppy begging for table scraps. Later, she’d chide herself for being so mean. After all, she used to practically torture Ace with that expression. But for now, she needed answers.

“Well…” Sanji started, pulling himself together before all the blood rushed out of his nose. “I am merely a humble sea cook, mademoiselle. I fought valiantly for my former home, and for the chance to gaze upon your lovely visage once again.” He flourished into a low bow.

“Uh huh,” Hazel chuckled, an amused smile on her face as she raised a brow. “Definitely humble.” Sanji rose back to standing, an easy grin in place at their shared humor. “Come on, lover boy. Sit with me awhile and tell me a story.”

The two sat and talked for a time, Hazel’s pencil scratching across the pages of her notebook as Sanji divulged all the details he felt comfortable sharing: how Luffy had bartered with Zeff for his freedom, the way he’d swatted projectiles with a single kick. She had a feeling he may’ve been embellishing his actions a bit, but having seen the way he’d toppled part of a building at Arlong Park, she knew it wasn’t all bluster.

He told her of Pearl, the man who’d covered himself in armor, only to lose his mind (and catch fire, apparently) at the first drop of blood. How Gin, the man he’d helped, had taken the old man hostage, and how he’d been willing to die to save his mentor’s dream. Hazel filed away that note for later, planning to ask about the clear devotion Sanji had for the old man, even if the blond tried to hide it behind snark.

She tried not to laugh when Sanji told her Luffy destroyed part of the ship. From what he was telling her, it was actually a brilliant stroke on Luffy’s part, and definitely contributed to Sanji’s outlook on the situation; but the way the blond’s curly brow furrowed over his eyes at the memory was, in her opinion, hilarious. 

“So, wait,” Hazel started, pausing Sanji’s tale of his fight with Gin. “How did you come to the Baratie in the first place? Zeff isn’t your father, is he? Why so devoted to preserving his dream?”

Discomfort crossed the cook’s face, as it had earlier, but whether it was his dedication to please the woman in front of him, or because he’d already come this far, he gifted her with the reason. “He saved my life,” was the simple answer. The follow-up nearly brought tears to her eyes. 

Hazel reached across the table, covering his hand with her own, and she sent him a soft smile. A light blush dusted his cheeks, and she allowed him to turn away to light a cigarette; she even grabbed the ashtray off the back shelf for him.

Just as they were about to continue, the door to the galley swung open, a rubbery body bouncing its way inside. “Sanji!! Food!” Luffy yelled, head turning frantically before his eyes finally settled on the cook.

“You just ate, you damn animal!” The cook scolded, and the somber mood was broken as Hazel burst into laughter.

“But I’m hungry! Food!”

“I’m busy!” Hazel took that moment to step in.

“It’s alright, Sanji. I can get the rest from you later. If you don’t start dinner soon, we may not have a ship to sail on anymore,” she laughed, drawing Luffy’s attention. The boy leaped onto the bench in front of her, taking Sanji’s place, and glancing at the notebook for a second without reading.

“Whatcha talkin’ about? Whaddaya need Sanji for?”

“He was telling me about your fight with Don Krieg, since I missed it.”

“Oh! I can tell you! There was a boom! And a woosh! And then I went ‘Gum-Gum Bazooka’! And then there was poison gas, but we’re fine, and then everything went boom boom boom boom! And then I got poked a lot! And then-” Hazel tuned out as her brother continued telling her all about the fight with as little detail as possible. Sanji shot her a confounded look over their captain’s shoulder, and the girl replied with a nonchalant shrug. When Luffy finally finished, he looked to his sister expectantly, proud grin wide across his face.

“Thanks Luffy, I’ll make sure to write that down.” The boy nodded, then looked back at her notes from Sanji’s story.

“Looks like you’ve gotten a lot done!” Hazel flinched, grimacing into her palm.

“Yes and no…” Luffy just looked at her, confusion in his eyes, and Hazel gave a heavy sigh. “To be honest, Luff...I don’t really know where to start.”

“At the beginning. Duh.”

“Wow, I never thought about that,” Hazel deadpanned. “And get your finger out of your nose!” As Luffy stuck his tongue out at her, something struck her. Hazel’s eyes widened, an invisible energy urging her hand to move across the paper. “Actually, Luffy, you’re a genius! Thank you!”

She vaguely heard him say something in agreement, but her mind was too focused on the idea it had. Start at the beginning...she was surprised the thought hadn’t occurred to her earlier; after all, she’d only just told the story a week ago.

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Foosha Village had always been a peaceful town. Even when pirates had settled their sails at its docks the year previous, the villagers had yet to deal with much past the occasional bandit or two. Our lives had been much the same, short as they were; filled with fun and laughter and play. Then one day, the stuff of legends became real, and peace would be known no more.

The sun had shown brightly that morning, though my brother and I had already been up for hours. We always had trouble sleeping the closer to Shanks’ departure. In only a short time, the red-headed man had wormed his way into our lives, and our hearts, and my brother especially was determined to join him this time.

So it was that we stood on the deck of the Red-Hair Pirate’s ship, the hustle and bustle of supplies and crates being loaded around us. A few of the men were singing songs - definitely inappropriate considering the children in their company - but we’d already spent the last seven years in a bar. There was nothing in those songs we hadn’t heard before.

I had been listening to Benn Beckman’s tale of their last voyage when Shanks’ voice had called our attention to the figurehead. Standing atop the dragon’s maw, my brother Luffy stood glaring down at our pirate friends. Unfortunately, none of us had taken his declaration of strength seriously. Not until he drove the knife beneath his eye.

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The paragraphs flew quickly out of her hand, the day in question clear in her mind. Hazel took a moment to shake out her wrist, feeling stiff as she read over her work so far. She liked it, she really did. Now to keep up this momentum.

The door opened once again, and Usopp and Nami wandered in, talking about something she couldn’t hear. Hazel was still glaring at the page, chewing her cheek as she thought about how to word her next sentence. She heard Sanji mention dinner would be ready soon, Luffy’s excitement sounding through the room, then Usopp’s hiss for him to be quiet.

“Don’t distract her! She’s scary when she’s mad!” the boy whimpered out, much to Luffy’s amusement.

“No she’s not!” he laughed, drawing the sniper’s ire.

“You didn’t think that when she made you take a bath!” Hazel stifled a snort.

“Speaking of which,” Nami chimed in, holding a hand to her nose. “How long ago was that?”

“Actually, Luffy, you are due for one. Zoro too,” Hazel said, looking up at her surprised crewmates. What, did they think she couldn’t hear them at all? “Why don’t you go wash up before dinner. Please?” Luffy groaned, glaring at the navigator, but dutifully made his way to the bathroom. Despite what he said, he didn’t want to push his sister. Again.

Hazel took that moment to stand up, stretching her back with a loud pop, grabbed her notebook, and made her way outside to tell their grungy swordsman his bath was after dinner. She couldn’t see him at first when she stepped outside, but after glancing around for a moment, she finally spotted him. She blinked when she saw his bare back, mesmerized for a moment at the way the muscles rippled as he did push-up after push-up. A second later, she blinked the distraction away, and walked down the steps to the grass-haired man.

“Hey, your turn for a bath after dinner,” she told him, practically hearing him grit his teeth at the notion. “Dinner’s actually almost done, by the way, so you may wanna wrap it up here.”

“Not done,” he grunted, prompting her to raise a brow in his direction.

“Well find a way to be done. We’re hungry, and you’re sweaty.”

“If I’m gonna get stronger, I can’t cut training short. I need more weight.” His gray eyes swung up to hers, and Hazel got the distinct sense he was sizing her up.

“What do you want me to do about that?” She regretted asking the instant she said it. Zoro gestured to his back. His extremely sweaty back.

“Climb on.”

“Excuse me? What are you insinuating here?” She crossed her arms, trying to decide if she needed to hit him for calling her fat or not. She caught him rolling his eyes.

“You’re all muscle, it’s heavier. Climb on.” Hazel chewed her lip, weighing the pros and cons. Then, deciding she had nothing to lose except her hygiene (and really, she could do with a bath herself), she stepped closer to him, cautiously sitting down when he paused for her. He reached his arm around, causing a startled squeak as he adjusted her position, then he resumed his training, a new strain in his breath.

While he worked, Hazel puzzled once again over her notebook. Disappointment flowed through her as she stared at the four lone paragraphs, the struggle for where to take the story next staying her hand. She’d gotten nothing done today, and it was difficult not to take it to heart.

“What are you sighing about up there?” her cushion grunted below her. Hazel rolled her eyes, but decided to humor him by answering anyway.

“I’ve been working on this all day, and somehow I have nothing to show for it.” Zoro was silent except for his heavy breathing, but for some reason she pushed on. “What kind of record-keeper am I? What kind of storyteller can’t tell a damn story? I don’t even have to make it all up, it’s all stuff that happened…” A puff of air escaped her as her eyes began to sting. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this…”

She hadn’t meant to say it, at least not out loud, and was startled when her chair suddenly stood up. She cried out as she fell, but before she could hit the floor, Zoro’s arms came out to steady her. She looked up at him in shock, affronted at the small glare he sent her way. “Read it out loud,” he said, pointing to the little book in her hands.

“Eh?!” Hazel shrieked, appalled at the very notion of any living being actually hearing her work out loud.

“Read it out loud,” Zoro said again, shrugging his shirt back on. “Then I can tell you if it’s shitty.”

“No way! It’s not ready for human consumption yet!” she yelled, glaring as he sat below the mast. “Besides, who are you to tell me if it’s shit? You wouldn’t know good literature if it waved a sword at you and said ‘boy, speak your name’!” Zoro rolled his eyes at the reference, but leveled her with a steady gaze as it dawned on her the trick he was trying to pull. “Stop it, it’s mine. Why should I share it with you?”

“Because I like the way you tell stories.” He said it so simply, like it didn’t carry nearly the weight for him that it did for her. Hazel felt the blood rush to her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. Something held her gaze on his, something she couldn’t possibly name.

“So how does me reading it aloud help me write it?” Her voice was so quiet, she was surprised he could even hear it.

“Just write it how you’d say it,” he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And when he said it like that, it did seem obvious, and Hazel could kick herself for not thinking of it sooner. Before she knew it, she felt herself nodding, sitting beside him beneath the sail.

“Foosha Village had always been a peaceful town….” she began, reading from the beginning, and surprising herself when her voice continued past the last paragraph. He’d heard the story before, but still Zoro sat, listening with rapt attention. Her voice slowed as she wrote, not allowing herself to forget what she’d said, what phrases she used that flowed from her mouth like water.

At one point Hazel glanced beside her, surprised to see the swordsman’s eyes shut. She let out a sigh, finishing her sentence, but not continuing on. She found herself rolling her eyes at the sleeping swordsman, irked that he apparently found her so boring.

“You stuck again?”

Hazel turned to him again, meeting his gaze through half-lidded eyes. She let out a half chuckle, shaking her head in amusement, before diving into the next paragraph.

It was only Luffy’s call of “Dinner!!” that finally drew the two inside.

#together with fruit #twf #monkey d. hazel #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro x oc #one piece #one piece fan fiction #one piece fanfics #one piece oc #one piece original character #I don't even care if this is 'good' I'm just. so glad to have something tangible written #I wanna keep going but it's late and my hands hurt #but the hard part is over; all that's left is canon events

[m-lesmxrales]

Less Than I Do

Modern AU

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: not really, some curses word? lol

Summary: After some time passes, you can’t shake your feelings for her. Even after going some time without speaking, you only want her to be happy in the end.

Words: 3.5k+

“What?!” You yell, your phone pressed to onto your ear, shoulder shrugged to support it, listening to your friend jabber on “I can’t really hear you!” The jingling of your keys and the booming music in the apartment next to yours drowning out their voice.

“I-“ you sigh, struggling to hold your grocery bags–only frustrating you further– while you twist your wrist, finally unlocking the door to your apartment, shoving it open with your foot.

Groaning, you drop the bags at your feet, closing the door behind you while your other hand takes hold of phone, finally letting your shoulder rest.

“Look, can you just– just text me, ok?” You sigh, slipping your shoes off as you mumble a bye.

The vibration from your phone catches your attention. Unlocking your phone, you click on the Instagram notification. A picture fills the screen, showing a group of college friends, your friends.

And there you stood, arms wrapped around her, the biggest smile on your faces. Her doll like eyes shining brighter than usual from the flash of the camera. It seemed like yesterday the two of you were in her apartment, seated on the couch under a blanket. Her body pressed into your side with popcorn in between the two of you, Mission Impossible playing.

Letting out a breath, your thumb hovers over the picture.

You could say you were questioning on whether or not it was worth liking.

Fuck it.

You double tap, a red heart briefly appearing.

The others tagged in the photo popping up along with it, including her.

Clicking on her username, your screen becomes filled with pictures of her. Plentiful of new ones, though that was to be expected considering the last time you looked through it was almost two years ago.

Two years.

It had been almost two years since she ended things with you.

—

“Can you-” You groan, shrugging Wanda’s hand from your shoulder.

A look of confusion fill her features “Can I what?”

“I don’t know- just, go do something with Nat.” You gesture towards the redhead sitting with Steve.

Her brows crease in, eyes roaming over you “What’s wrong, love?” Concern written in her eyes. She’d noticed in the last few weeks how pent up you’d been. All the emotions you were bottling up. All the offers to vent to her you had turned down recently. Everyone had noticed.

“Hey..” She soothes “Is there something you wanna talk about?” She asks, hands coming to cup your jaw.

You retract harshly “Holy shit, Wanda, No. No! I don’t, alright? Can you for once, for once” You yell “stop being so overbearing!?

Caring

“Do you to want talk about this, do you wanna do that?” You mock her “God, you can be so needy!”

Loving

“A-And you never once, think that maybe- just maybe I don’t wanna’ sit down and talk about my day? Or shitty my life can be compared to yours?” Your shouts now drawing in some attention, including your closet friends.

“So fucking selfish.” you hiss through your teeth.

Selfless

You don’t even noticing the hurt in her eyes. The way their glistening up the bar lights. How her jaw is so tense, enough to crack her teeth. You’ re too indulged in your anger to.

“You can be damn overly sensitive, you know that?” you finish, slamming your glass down against the bar counter with a huff.

It’s partially silent for a bit, some chitter chatter here and there.

Wanda swallows, eyes shifting to anyone but you.

Only able to nod, turning swiftly on her heel as tears begin to flow. Natasha hot on her tail, shooting you a glare just as she passes you.

And takes a moment for the situation to hit you. For what you’ve said, to hit you.

_“Shit.” _

The side of your hand collides with the door, fingers bunched into your palm, the bangs filling the building hallways. You were sure by now the neighbors were more than upset with the amount of noise you were making. Knocking for five minutes straight at two in the morning—despite it being a friday night and most of them being out, that didn’t mean the ones still home and in bed weren’t being disturbed.

“Wanda..” another knock on her door “Can we talk? Please?” You call out, desperation evident in your tone.

You’d messed up, that you knew.

The current event all caused by words; hurtful words, that should have never slipped through. And you regretted them the moment they spewed from your mouth.

Selfish, overbearing, overly sensitive, needy.

Those were some of the words you used to hurt her tonight. But you didn’t mean them. Yes, she may have said a few hurtful things back, it was all in retaliation to yours.

If anything all of this was a build up. A build up of frustrations, work, family, and plenty of other separate events out of your relationship. And holding all of it in just led to an outburst. One taken out on her.

Surely if the two of you hadn’t gone out tonight with your group of friends, just maybe, your words could have been said in a way that was, well, less insulting. It would have been nice to properly vent to her. You know she loves to listen to you babble. No matter the topic.

Yet, here you were. Still banging on her door. Wanting more than anything just to talk. Though, you couldn’t say the same for her.

Just as you hand comes to connect with door again, it shoots open. A glaring Wanda now replacing it, Nat lingering a few feet behind her. Your breathe hitches, mouth drying as you struggle to find your words.

“Wan-”

“If you really thought about me that way, you could have told me a long time ago.”

“Wanda, I’m so, so sorr-”

“Go home, Y/N” She sighs, closing the door.

Forehead coming to rest against the door, you mumble

“You’re the only way I’ll have it..”

—

“You know, Pietro’s extremely upset with you still.”

Silence, only the chatter and sound of utensils answer the blonde back.

“She misses you, you know?” Steve hums, stirring his coffee, blowing at the steam emitting from it.

Snorting, eyes on the table, you sip from the plastic cup in front of you, fiddling with the napkin underneath it.

She misses you.

Wanda misses you.

So believable, yet, so hard to believe.

“I doubt it, I’m sure she’s doing fine.” You mumble.

_Idiot. _

You know damn well how sensitive Wanda can be.

“If crying yourself to sleep almost every night is ‘fine’ then she must be doing great.” Steve frowns, throwing his crumbled up sugar packet at you. Cocking a brow, you flick the piece of paper, watching it fall to the ground. “It’s been- what four months?” He asks.

Five and a half, but he was close enough.

A broad hand grips your cup, pulling it away from you, the end of the straw retracting from the cup, bits of the liquid dripping onto the table. Taking the straw out from your mouth, your eyes finally meet his blue ones. A look of disappointment plastered on his features.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, she broke up with me..” you shrug, punching the straw back through the lid.

“I thought you two were taking a break?”

Shaking your head, you ease your drink back towards yourself “She called it quits last month..”

A groan leaves his lips, palms running down his face “So, that’s it?” He starts “Ten years of friendship and four years of dating- just gone, down the drain..” his index finger landing on the table.

“I mean, you guys were in love with each other.” he huffs, slumping back in his seat “You still are in love with each other.

Steve had a point.

You and Wanda had crossed paths the first day of senior year in highschool, hitting it off right then and there. And that same day she had introduced you her brother and best friends. From then on, everyone had been inseparable. The two of you were inseparable.

It was something you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Even when most of you had attended different colleges and universities. Even when you and Wanda had started dating your senior year of college. When careers began to advance, when lives became busier.

Somehow, someway, nothing changed.

Your love for one another was unwavering.

However, after that night, five months ago you broke the balance.

“I think you should talk to her, Y/N. It possible things could be different this time.”

“Yeah..” you murmur, lips wrapping around the top of the straw.

Things could change.

But, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d need to change this time.

—

A year had passed.

A painfully slow year at that. And your feelings for Wanda hadn’t died out.

But you’d heard she had slowly been grown out of her funk, taking the time to go out more. Some of these outings you weren’t invited to and the ones you were, you declined.

Not that you were avoiding her. It was more like avoiding further heartache.

If anything you missed her and the pictures in your apartment weren’t helping. So, you took upon yourself to do some spring cleaning, in hopes that if the pictures were out of sight then the process of healing would officially start.

Rummaging through your closest, looking for a shoe box, the sight of a light denim jacket in the corner on the floor catching your attention.

It couldn’t have been yours, yours was already hung up, not to mention slightly darker in color.

Reaching for it, you pick it up, holding it out in front of you, examining the front. Walking over to your bed, you flip it over laying it on its front.

Your gaze softens, the corner of your lip perking. You hadn’t seen this jacket in a while. That design in a while. A chuckle emits from your throat, hand swiping at pieces of lint—you should probably wash it.

It’s Wanda’s favorite jacket. At least, you think it still is.

You can only imagine the pout on her lips, remembering that she must have forgotten it at your place and how she was properly too stubborn to reach out to you to get it back.

Or, maybe she didn’t care about it after a while.

Smile fading, you swipe through your phone, opening your Instagram dm’s, opening hers—glad your old conversation was long gone.

Thumbs moving across the screen, pass hitting letters.

Send.

—

“I still have your denim jacket, the one with the Madonna graphic on the back.”

That was the last message you sent. The last message she actually read in almost a year and a half. All the others from previous dm’s had been ignored.

Unfortunately, she never came to pick it up. But, Natasha did.

“You know she was sitting on my couch, pouting, when she realized she forgot her jacket here when she came to get some of her things?” The redhead snickers.

Figures.

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” You smirk.

Inhaling, you slowly hand the jacket over to Natasha, thumbs grazing over the Madonna graphic “She didn’t wanna come and pick it up herself?” You ask, brows creasing in.

“She has work, so..” Natasha shrugs, placing the jacket over her forearm.

Humming, eyes still on the jacket, you nod “Right, yeah- no..work.”

The redhead rolls her eyes, arms slumping to her side “Y/N, come on. You two already agreed to be friends, you both talk every now and then in the group chat. What’s the problem?” She sighs “It’s different, going out without you..”

“You haven’t shown up to any of Tony’s parties. You don’t even want to go bowling with all of us anymore.” She continues.

“Why are you avoiding us?”

Silence, that’s all fills the apartment.

Not knowing what to say, how to explain yourself; you shrug. You had no reason to avoid them.

Of course, you wanted to hang out with all of them. You wanted nothing more.

You two had mutually agreed to be close friends again. Yet, you still were struggling.

“You guys were her friends first..her family first, so.” Clearing your throat, you look up, catching Natasha’s eyes.

Their soft, as if she’s in deep thought.

“We miss you, Y/N.”

“Wanda misses you.”

Translation ;

She’s still in love with you

—

Still looking through the mounds of new photos, you catch site of her next to a taller, slightly older, blond man.

And you can’t help the feeling that overlaps your heart, as if someone tied a rope around it with an anchor attached, letting it sink.

Exhaling, you move to her dm’s.

Previous messages you sent filling the screen.

‘I said some things I wish I hadn’t, I’m so sorry.” seen

‘Can we please talk about it?’ seen

‘I’ll change this time.’ seen

‘I hope you feel blue, less than I do.’

Seen.

That was a couple months ago, after a night out with Tony and Pepper, including just enough drinks to get you tipsy and in your feelings. Feelings you’d restricted for too long.

It was stupid. An in the moment decision.

Cringing, you go to swipe out of the chat.

“…”

She’s typing.

_Why the hell is she tying? Why now? _

Is she going to tell you to ‘fuck off’?

Or did she mistakenly open your dm’s, thinking it was someone else’s?

A message pops up.

“Are you coming to movie night at Tony’s?”

The creases in your forehead deepened, your head tilting to the side “Movie night?”

And it hits you.

You completely forgot you promised to show up for once.

And Tony hadn’t stopped inviting you to movie night, none of them had. But you couldn’t bring yourself to go, even if she hadn’t always shown up.

Only after Tony’s constant texts, emails and calls, but who really got you to agree was Pepper.

You could never say no to Pepper

“Oh shit-” You grumble, running into your room “Movie night!”

—

Stepping into his home after all these months, it was nauseating to be frank. It was you like a truck. The exterior hasn’t changed but the interior had somewhat.

You let her guide you into the living room.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.” Pepper smiles, looping her arm around your shoulder as she pulls you into her side, her other hand rubbing soothing circles against the shoulder closest to her body.

There’s a pregnancy in the room. Heads turn. All eyes now on you, and you can’t help but notice how their faces light up—damn, did you miss the way they’d smile when they looked at you.

A body rushes into, arms wrapping around your mid as they pick you up, arms tightening. The scent of their cologne hitting you.

Woody with kicks of spice.

Pietro.

You hear chuckles, mainly Pietro’s. His laughter reminding you of a toddlers first time going down a slide.

Enveloping your arms around him, you pat his back, a chuckle growing in your chest.

You feel a vibration against your shoulder as he sets you down, arms still tightly wrapped around you “What?” You ask, retracting your head “I said-“ he lifts his head from your shoulder, arms loosening as he takes a step back, “I’m still mad at you.” Arms coming to fold over his chest, a stern look on his face.

You can’t help but smile. You were never able to take him seriously half of the time.

Your palm connecting with his forehead, shoving it back “Missed you too.” You hum.

He holding back a smile, the ends of his lips tucked in “Me too.” He grumbles, arm wrapping around your shoulders, moving you towards the rest.

“I’m still very, very upset with you too.” Sam snickers, a smile plastered on his face as he stands up, pulling you into a warm hug, the others coming to join in.

Tony clasps his hands together “Alright, enough all of the sappy-sappy stuff.” He says “Y/N, since you’re late, you can help make the snacks with Wanda.”

“Fair enough.” You sigh, looking over towards the kitchen, catching site of her figure leaning against the counter, a tall, older blonde man close by.

Her mint green eyes softening at the sight of you, a small smile forming.

“You know how to use a popcorn maker, right?” He asks, brow cocked.

“I- Sure?”

—

You watch idly watch as the popcorn gradually flies out of the metal tin. One pop at a time.

The sound of hard candy being poured into a bowl pulling you from your thoughts. Turning around, you see Wanda retracting the bag, placing it back on the counter.

“So..” you begin, walking towards the kitchen isle “How’s everything?” Taking a seat on the stool.

Wanda hums, a grin growing “You mean how I’m doing?” Popping a skittle in her, she leans forward, finally looking at you “Really good. I started yoga classes a few days ago and works great, for once.” She giggles.

You chuckle softly, a warmth growing in your chest at the sound of her laughter. Content that even though things hadn’t ended well between you two, your dynamic hadn’t faltered. That she still feels comfortable around you. But, you two were close friends before anything else, it was only to be expected.

“What about you?”

“I got a new job, finally. Don’t have to work in drama filled work place anymore.” You voice, cracking a smile “Also, the pay is ten times better.” nodding your vision falls to the colorful candy. That place was always a hell hole.

“What? Are you serious?!” A voice squeals

You feel arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close “That’s amazing, Y/N.” Wanda hums. Your arms instinctively wrapping around her mid.

She pulls away slowly “I’m so happy for you.” She coos “Thank you, I’m just glad to be out of there. No more stress- well, excuse, extra stress, no more being pulled into drama. It’s fantastic.” A look of bliss setting in.

“I know, I can only imagine.” She snickers, pulling out the stool next to you before sliding the bowl of candy.

The two of you idly watch your friends, taking in their presence as a whole.

“I’m sorry, about what happened, Wanda. I didn’t mean anything I said that night. I was a complete and utter asshole-” You pause “I’m really, really sorry..”

“I know, considering the long apology you sent me and the mountains of texts.” She says, cocking a brow at you ‘I know, Y/N, If you couldn’t tell, I forgive you.” she assures you, her palm coming to rest on your forearm. You nod, a small smile forming.

“So” you drag “are you and-“

“No.” She cuts you off “We’re friends..” she notes “Are you and-“

A wave a relief seemingly washes over you. Not that you wouldn’t be happy if she had already moved, but, content that she hadn’t as so much jumped to the next person. Knowing that all those years spent together weren’t tossed in the trash.

“Carol?” You interrupt, snorting “No, she’s taken.”

Wanda hums, continuing to munch on the candy. Exhaling, you stand up “Alright, let’s get these snacks rolling.”

—

The sound of car tires screeching, bangs and explosions blast through the surround sound speaker. Everyone’s gathered on the couches, couples squeezed together, sharing snacks with another.

Leaning against the armrest of the couch, hand reaching into a shared bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

You feel Wanda shift next to you. The temptation to curl into something getting the best of her, especially sitting next to you. Someone. She’d always been a cuddler when it came to movies. Usually it was and you could tell she was opting into using Pietro as a pillow.

“Fuck it.” you grumble.

Moving the popcorn to the side, you hook your hands under her knees, laying them over your lap. Pulling her body into yours, arm coming to hook around her shoulders out of habit.

You can feel her tense up, shifting slightly as she adjusts her upper body. Placing the bowl of popcorn onto her lap.

Wanda leans her head on your shoulder, creating a new nesting spot in your side “Thanks..” she whispers, going back to enjoy the action movie,

The brunette clears her throat after a beat “Can I ask you something?”

“Always”

“Did you mean what you said? You know, about me feeling blue..” she asks, snorting a bit as weird the question sounded.

“Of course.”

The last you wanted when it came to Wanda was to see her suffer. Physically or mentally. You had always hoped she was able to see that, dating or not.

Another beat.

“Been a while since we watched Mission Impossible together.” she adds.

“You mean, like this?”

“Yeah..like this..”

“Yeah” You breathe “too long..” ends of your lips curling.

If there was one thing you knew, it was You/d trade feeling blue over never seeing her crack a smile ever again, in a split second. Even if that meant in the end, you’d receive all the hardships, heartaches, bear her burdens.

In the end, you only hope she feels blue, less than you do.

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[orange-waterfalls]

Then Leave

Yancy x gender neutral!reader

@spycii ty for the prompt!

A/N: holy shit this took so long lol. I suck at writing angst unless it's with my own characters,,, this is so very bad I'm sorry,,, also Yancy has anger issues apparently. Rated T for some cursing. Angst(?) w/fluff at the end. I'm sorry I can't write straight angst it's too much for me.

Word Count: 2k

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Yancy was elated when you decided to stay with him. He'd been pretty interested in you since you showed up, and didn't want you going and breaking out. When you told him you were staying, he was happier than he had any right to be. Yes! He got to spend more time with yous! That's amazing!

The first few weeks were great. You two loved talking and hanging out. Yancy could sense the others were a bit jealous of you, but he really didn't care much. You were all he really needed. After about two months, he noticed you distancing yourself. You were keeping a space between you and him when you hung out, and not talking as much. Half a year had passed and you just stopped. You stopped talking, stopped actively hanging out with him, stopped acknowledging him. He was disappointed, to say the least. The other inmates started to be around him more, but he didn't pay any attention to them. He thought of different ways to get you back. He convinced one of the cooks to bake you a cake for your birthday. You seemed to appreciate the effort and started talking to him again. You talked to him about how you missed your family, and Yancy tried to convince you to not care about it.

"C'mon, yous has a new family! We're your family!" He consoled. "Yous needs to leave the past in the past." You smiled at him appreciatively. He loved it when you smiled. So when you stopped smiling altogether, he got worried. He told you about his worries, and you told him you were fine. He didn't believe you. To sell the fact that you were fine, you forced yourself to smile more often. He'd tell you a joke to make you feel better, and you'd smile at him. But he could tell it wasn't a real smile. It was a smile to make him feel better.

It didn't, really.

But he pretended like it did so you didn't have to worry.

You two would always meet out in the yard at the same time every day, but one day, you hadn't shown up. Yancy waited in you guys' spot for half an hour before thinking to look somewhere else. He started to go back inside when Bambam stopped him.

"Hi, Yancy!" He greeted happily. "How've you been?" Yancy smiled at him, slightly aggravated, not wanting to show it.

"Hey, Bambam. I've been alright," he answered. Bambam looked around.

"So, where's the new family member?" he asked. The fact that Bambam was stopping him from finding exactly who he was talking about angered Yancy. He knew you wouldn't want him to snap at his family, so he kept it to himself.

"That's what I was hoping to find out. They's been… upset lately…" he explained. Bambam frowned.

"Oh. What do you think the problem is?" He asked worried.

"I'm not sure…" Yancy sighed, "they's… talked about missing their family…" Bambam scratched his neck.

"You know, Yancy, they seemed pretty attached to their family… maybe it'd be better for them if they left…" he suggested. Yancy clenched his fists.

"No, it wouldn't. They like it here. They don't want to leave," he growled. Bambam stepped back at his violent tone, and Yancy walked past him and into the prison.

He wandered the halls, looking for you. You weren't in any of the places you two hung out. Finally, he checked your cell, where you've said you don't like going. You were there on the bed, curled up on your side in a fetal position. He sighed in relief and opened the door. You flinched as you heard the door creak. He walks into the cell quietly.

"There yous is! I was starting to get worried you'd taken parole." He joked. You didn't respond or even acknowledge he'd walked in. He stood there for a minute, not knowing what to do. Eventually he sighed.

"Ok, can yous just… tell me what's wrong? I've been worried about yous and… I'm not sure what to do about it… tell me?" You don't respond. "Please?" You sighed.

"I miss Mark." You said bluntly. Yancy stood there, not really knowing how to respond.

"Mark? Didn't he… you know… die? Or did he just… take parole? There's really nothing I can-"

"I miss Mark, I miss my friends, I miss my family…" you said, voice wavering. Yancy knits his eyebrows, not understanding what you want.

"So? I don't know what you want to-"

"I want to leave, Yancy." You finally turned to look at him and he saw your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He frowned at you.

"Leave? But… you decided to stay!" He started to get angry. "Why would you want to leave?!" You stood up.

"Because I miss the people in my life Yancy!" You raised your voice at him.

"Then why did you stay?! Why haven't you broken out or taken parole or… or…" he was cut off by you.

"Because I'm in love with you, you fucking moron!" You yelled. He steps back at your accusing tone. In love… with him? That made him happy, but the tears flowing from your eyes destroyed that feeling and replaced it with guilt. "You love it here. You love your family. And I love you and I want you to be happy. So I stayed." You explain. "I had a family! I had people who loved me and now they don't even visit me! I am not happy! I haven't been happy in awhile! I want to leave!" Yancy stopped thinking clearly and blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"Then leave! Just fucking go, then!" He said, his voice venomous. You stare at him and compose yourself.

"Maybe I will."

And you did.

You broke out of the prison after two days. All the inmates were happy that you'd be with your people again, but they saw something was different with Yancy. He was more distant. More angry. He snapped at them a lot and made rude comments. Tiny decided that she was going to confront him about it. He had no right to do this to them. She was gonna march into his cell and give him a piece of her mind. That's what she'd do.

She walked into his cell and…

He was there. On his bed. Sobbing into his hands. She could see the tears seeping through his fingers.

And all her plans were flung out the window.

She tiptoed over and gently sat next to him. He flinched before turning away, wiping his face.

"What do you want?" He asked, attempting to sound tough. He just sounded sad. Tiny put a hand on his shoulder. He turned to her, looking at her hand weirdly. She sighed.

"What's the problem, Yancy?" She asked gently. He tried to glare at her, but his lip started quivering and he let out a sob, burying his face into his hands again. Tiny patted his back in an attempt to make him feel better.

"I miss them… I miss them so much…" he cried. Tiny frowned and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yancy..." She began. She was going to try to convince him to get over you. But before she could, he just went on rambling on and on about everything he loved and missed about you. Your skin, your eyes, your smile…

She could tell this wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Yancy…" She sighed. "You need to make parole." Yancy looked up at her.

"W-What?"

"You need to be good. You need to not be seen as a threat anymore. You need to leave."

"But-"

"You love them. There's nothing you can do about that, except be with them."

"Tiny… I've done-"

"Yeah, yeah, bad things. You killed people. Yancy, I'll be honest, none of us really care about that. You're the only one. We think you deserve to be happy, and if being with them is how that's gonna happen, then so be it," She explained. Yancy was about to argue, but he thought about your face when he told you to leave, and he closed his mouth.

"Ok…"

He turned into the perfect prisoner. He did everything he was told, he didn't speak out of line, he worked as a cook in the cafeteria, he got rid of his shank. He eventually made parole. That was great, but he wasn't exactly sure where to go from there. How was he supposed to find you? He was on his way out when he saw the guy you came in with. What was his name… Mark? You had mentioned that you were roommates, so he figured this was his best chance. Yancy walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned towards him, startled.

"Uh… hi? Can I help you?" He asked.

"Where do you live?"

"Pardon?"

"Sorry… I'm Yancy. I want to find your friend and… I figure… you would know where they live… since you live together…" he explained awkwardly. Mark stared at him for a moment.

"Why do you want to find them?" He asked, suspicious. Yancy blushed a bit and scratched his neck. Mark rolled his eyes before taking a piece of paper and writing an address on it. He handed Yancy the piece of paper.

"Knock when you get there." He explained. "You don't look like a serial killer… this may be a bad idea but… I suppose I can trust Y/N to take care of themselves. Besides, this year's already been weird as hell... I'm sure it'll be fine." Yancy nodded and thanked him. He asked his parole officer to take him to the address. On the ride there, he bounced his leg, anxious for what you'd say. Would you forgive him? Would you still be mad? Would you hate him? He'd deserve it…

"Here." The officer said as they parked near a house. Yancy nodded and got out of the car, approaching the house. He stopped at the door and raised his fist to knock. He stopped, suddenly realizing that he'd rather not have you tell him he wasn't worth a visit every three weeks. He slowly lowered his arm to his side and sighed. He turned back towards the cop car and-

click

"Yancy?"

creak

Yancy spun back around to look at the door, where you were standing. You looked… better than in the prison. Less tired. Less sad.

"Hey! How's it going?" He asked nervously. You weren't smiling, you weren't asking a bunch of questions about him, you didn't seem very interested in him or what he was doing there. That made him nervous. He shifted in his spot. You both were silent for a moment. You crossed your arms and took a breath.

"I thought… I thought you liked prison, Yance." He smiled at the nickname.

"Oh, uh… I…" he swallowed, his throat dry. "I-I like yous a little more than I do prison…" you stared at him. He shuffled his feet. You sighed.

"Yancy…"

"Ok, look. I know I messed up. I know. But I want to make it right, and I want to be with yous." You raised an eyebrow.

"Be with me… as in…?"

"Dating. Yes." He said quickly. You tap your arm.

"Yancy… I don't…" you start. He can feel his heart shattering already. "You're the one who told me to leave the past in the past… that's what I was doing with the prison." You explained.

"Well… maybe… since I'm in yous' present… I can be part of your future!"

"What?"

"I'm not sure…"

"Yancy…" you started. He looked at you hopefully. You sighed. "I'll… think about it."

"Oh… right, sure…"

"You have a place to stay, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good."

"Ok, good."

"Yeah… well…bye" he turned back towards the police car and started walking. You stood at the doorway, watching him. You bit your lip before taking a breath.

"Yancy!" You called. He spun back towards you. You grin slightly. "Let's get coffee sometime." His eyes widened.

"O-Okay! Sure!" He agreed. You closed your door. He got back into the police car, smiling widely.

"So…" the officer started. Yancy turned to him.

"Hm?"

"That was the most Hallmark thing I've ever seen…"

"Shut up…"

"Seriously! That looked so cliche!"

"SHUT. UP."

"I thought I was about to hear some romantic violin,"

"Please just drive…"

GOD this SUCKS I'm so sorry

#ahwm #ahwm yancy #a heist with markiplier #a heist with markiplier yancy #yancy #yancy iplier #yancy the prisoner #yancy x reader #yancy x male!reader #yancy x female!reader #yancy x gender neutral!reader #yancy x y/n #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[retvenkos]

Congrats on 2.5k!! You're an amazing artist, and have no idea on how many times I've read your fics 😂 even tho I'm kinda shy to comment... sorry, I'll try to work on that 😅 Can I get a 🔥 for Narnia, Newsies and Harry Potter Next-Generation?

I'm a straight girl, INFP, Hufflepuff, Daughter of Athena (in Percy Jackson universe 😂). I really like to read, and watch movies or TV series, theater or... anything that tells a story, I really don't care about the media as long as they have a good story to tell. I also really like writing, I really write a lot about what I think, or some poems, or even have tried writing songs, but I have no music knowledge so... lol. I really love music, I've loved music since I can remember, and I'm currently trying to learn how to play guitar.

To me, the most important thing that I have are my friends, I appreciate them more that anything in this life and would give my life for them. But I'm not an affectionate person, it's kind of rare when I'm openly about how much I love them, and only with real close friends I tell them a little more often how much they mean to me, and I'm not really into physical touch either, just with really close people.

I love long talks where I can talk about... anything. I have so many thoughts about so many things, and I'd really like to share them with someone, and that person to tell me what they think too. I'm open minded, and if someone doesn't agree with me it's ok, but I really like to debate and be able to see everyone's point of view.

I don't tend to say when I'm feeling down, and I'm kind of good at hiding it, (I hide my feelings with humor lol) so... I have to be really sad to let people know about it (and just really close ones). I don't feel comfortable letting other people know when I'm not feeling well, and even if they know it's still rare that they could help me so... I just feel with it on my own (even tho it would be nice to have someone there sometimes). On the contrary, I'm always there to help everyone. Most my friends come to me for advice and I help them the best I can. So... I'm kind of the therapist friend that no one check how is doing lol

You could say I'm kind of a geek? Nerd? Whatever xD but I like to have fun (like... it's easier to get out of trouble when you're one of the "good kids" in class 👀 I still follow most of the rules tho, just know how to have my ways sometimes). I'm kind of the stereotype for Ravenclaw, but I'm a Hufflepuff xD so yeah... I really like music, and musical theater, and lots of reading. Love to spend time with my friends, but really enjoy time with myself. I spend most of my day daydreaming, and don't like to follow rules lol (But I'm the voice of reason with my friends. I don't like rules, but follow them... if it's necessary) . I hate people who are selfish, or that don't care about others. Also hate people who manipulate others or that get into "friendships" just to get something out of it (those are fake friends so).

So... yeah, that's it. I'm sorry if it's a lot, and no problem if you can't do it 😅 (also, I would love some rivals-to-lovers? If it's possible). Really love your work 💕

Pd. Sorry for my bad English 😅

HP Next Gen:

I ship you with James Sirius Potter!

so first of all, james sirius is one of those dorky jocks who is made up of lame jokes, poorly timed finger-guns, an inexplicable talent in school (despite rarely studying), and persuasion skills that somehow work on even the strictest of teachers.

it is from this that the rivalry between you is born. james sirius potter doesn’t have to do anything! he can run a hand through his god awful hair, give a teacher a grin, and his entire year is set. he can skip lessons for quidditch, where you get extra work when you were sick with dragon pox! it’s not fair that james sirius potter gets to waltz through this school like he’s all that, and the rest of you have to suffer.

at first, the rivalry wasn’t that bad, you just rolled your eyes in class whenever his obnoxious “thanks, professor” was heard over the din, or whenever you went to quidditch matches and he showed off on his broom, instead of doing his job as seeker (at which he was pretty good, not that you’d admit it).

BUT THEN,,,,, you become herbology partners, and things get bad. fast.

you get that harry potter is friends with neville but really? neville, head of gryffindor house, the most just of gryffindors, is letting james sirius potter leave class 20 minutes early because he has quidditch practice? practice that, mind you, doesn’t start until AFTER class has ended? your professor leaves you to do the work of two people all on your own because james sirius potter said it was cool that neville cut the head off of nagini? come on! everyone says that!

so you end up having to do extra work, which leaves less time for your other classes, and you have to do it in herbology - a class that has the potential to be deadly when difficult. 

it’s not a week until you march up to gryffindor tower (which is a pain on the legs, especially since your common room is in the basement) and wait for james sirius to show his sorry face. he doesn’t come down until lunch time, and then you have to follow him down to the great hall, because he “didn’t have breakfast” and he needs to eat “for quidditch.” it’s annoying, and yet he’s smiling the whole time?

you tell him he can’t leave class early - you almost had your finger bitten off the other day because no one else was there to hold down the plant while you tried to pick off it’s petals.

he says he can’t, but he’ll do your essays or whatever. “that’s plagiarism, you realize that?” “alright, then i’ll give you my notes.” “you don’t take notes.” “then i’ll start.”

and this is clearly going nowhere, so you sigh and leave.

it’s probably not even two weeks later when you are going to neville. he’s the head of gryffindor house and the one who made this arrangement. can’t he do something? the professor tells you that he chose you to team up with james sirius because he knows you can handle it on your own - and then he gave you some lame excuse about why james sirius needed the extra time, something about him about to be promoted to team captain at the end of the year or whatever.

and next class, for the little time that james sirius is working with you, he teases you about how you went to the professor. it annoys you to no end.

about a week later, you come down with a cold - madam pomfrey says a lot of it is due to stress, and while she gives you a potion to help you out, your still sick for two days. the day you get better, it’s the weekend and you get up early with the plan to get to the teachers before the quidditch game starts and ask beg them for less homework, or at the very least pick up what you missed. it’s early - almost everyone is still asleep, and when you walk out of the common room, you see..... james sirius potter? he asks if you’re alright - he heard you were sick for a couple days. you’re a little too tired for this, so you just answer his questions, no complaining. he then hands you a stack of parchment. “what is this?” “notes, for the classes you missed.” “oh.” “and i know how you feel about the rules, so i didn’t actually write you a herbology essay, but i did give you a good outline.” “oh.... thanks.” “’course.” and he gives you one of his awkward smiles and a solitary finger gun. you roll your eyes, but wish him luck in the game. he’s a little shocked, but you say it’s against ravenclaw, and their egos need to be taken down a peg.

and from there you are a little softer toward james sirius, but he’s still annoying as hell.

i have a very vivid idea of you having gone to a quidditch game, and gryffindor, of course, won. you decide to wait in the stands until everyone clears out, because it’s easier that way, and you want to finish your popcorn, anyway. james sirius has lingered on the pitch with the current quidditch captain, and when he sees that you’re one of the few still lingering, he goes up to meet you. he sits down next to you and steals a bit of you popcorn, which makes you roll your eyes, and he says something like “i didn’t expect you to wait for me.” “i wasn’t.” “sure.” and the two of you sit there for a moment, james coming down from the high of winning, sharing the remnants of your popcorn. it starts to drizzle and james uses his wand to make an umbrella, and the two of you start up a conversation about whatever - definitely not school related, and not even quidditch related, just something out of the blue. it’s not until all of the popcorn is gone and it’s raining in earnest that the two of you walk to the castle, james laughing at his own jokes and you smiling despite yourself.

i also imagine that, when the two of you become better friends, james sirius has a quidditch accident where he maybe breaks his arm or something. you get to go into mom mode, and james sirius teases you, saying that he “didn’t know you cared.” and it’s reminiscent of the dialogue above, but instead of denying it, you say “of course i do, you idiot.”

alright i went off (and now i want to write a fic about this) but i think the two of you would be really cute together because james sirius would love to talk with you about everything. he has a whole lot of siblings, and as the oldest is great at keeping conversation and he’s also actually really good at reading a room, despite what he may pretend. he would know when you’re feeling bad, and he’s also really good at accurately finding your insecurities and then boosting your self-esteem in exact ways.

and i also think that you and james sirius are music enthusiasts. if you are a pureblood, he introduces you to the wonders of muggle music, and if you are a half-blood or muggle born, you bond over your favorite muggle artists.

also, i have this headcanon that james sirius learns the guitar so he can be a certified heartthrob™ and no doubt he got the idea from you - you were in the hufflepuff common room just messing around, and he notices your guitar. maybe you learn together?

and while james sirius isn’t much of a reader, he loves movies more than anything else, so the two of you definitely have marathons.

Narnia:

I ship you with Peter Pevensie!

alright, the two of you would have the sweetest, most supportive relationship I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing

this one is a certified friends to lovers because from day one, the two of you get along really well together. even though peter is a little more extroverted, he’s the older brother and has a lot of introverted tendencies because he’s tired™

there is nothing that peter would love more than going on a walk through the gardens with you, talking about your interests - he likes to steer the topics to what you like to do because (1) he likes the way your eyes light up when you talk about what you love, and (2) he is tired of talking about himself. as king, he’s only ever talking about the problems he’s facing, or big problems that cover all of narnia. the smaller interests you have are his respite, his chance to have a bit of normalcy, as a high king.

you are also both hufflepuffs, so you’re fiercely loyal to those you love, and you’re both hard workers - stopping at nothing to do what needs to be done. you are both there to bolster the other in their efforts, but also get them to relax at the end of the day, since caring as much as you do and working as much as you do is the definition of exhausting.

you’re also the parent couple! we have peter, the dad friend (complete with the worst dad jokes you have ever heard. they’re even worse when they’re “king” jokes which are like dad jokes 2.0) and you, the mom friend! together, you make sure that your friends (and subjects) are well taken care of. and you act like stand in parents for edmund and lucy, which is not only exhausting but rewarding.

now, even though peter is a very affectionate person, more than that he’s thoughtful and the moment he realizes you don’t like that, he’ll stop. he’s more than happy to just be near you - reading books or pouring over documents with your input (because he definitely gets your input on issues of state). 

he also becomes big on getting you flowers or making you food (because headcanon that peter learns to cook in the cair paravel kitchens!). peter just has a lot of feelings, and as long as he has a way to express them, he’s good. 

he loves it when you give him praise, so whenever the two of you are stargazing and you compliment him, he blushes deeply. use this power wisely, because he will blush a deep red, and it’s a little awkward when he’s the definition of heart eyes in the middle of a privy council.

Newsies:

I ship you with Crutchie!

alright, so you and crutchie are, once again, a really sweet couple.

crutchie loves your way with words - you have a tiny notebook that he got you as a present, one year, and you are constantly writing poetry in them. you will often show him your work, and he’s astounded with your level of craftsmanship. he’s told you on multiple occasions that you should write one of those poetry books that he sees well-to-do men buy for those they love, and you get al bashful, one of his favorite looks.

also, both of you are dreamers. you definitely have lots of talks together, usually when you’re doing something absent minded like mending clothes or selling on the same corner, and you talk at length about what you want for this world, and what you hope to do in it. crutchie has a big imagination, and so do you. sometimes, the two of you see who can make up the best, most random story.

also! in a high school! au the two of you are the sweetest, most unsuspecting rule breakers ever. i mean, you’re friends with race and albert, after all, there has to be a chaotic streak in you somewhere. everyone is genuinely surprised when they realize that you and crutchie have snuck out of class and pulled the fire alarm before.

the two of you are also big readers. i imagine that crutchie likes mystery novels a lot. idk why, exactly, but he loves sherlock holmes, so the two of you not only read books together, but rate the different versions of sherlock holmes adaptations. (modern! au, of course, unless benedict cumberbatch is making tv series in 1899)

you debate over which of you is watson and which one of you is holmes. you’re both really smart, so it’s hard to say which one of you gets sherlock rights.

also, both of you are really good at hiding when you are hurting or in pain. and yet, both of you are also really good at spotting it in the other, seeing as you know the tells of hiding. i think you are both really empathetic and would be good with each other - leaning on each other when necessary and always being attentive of the other. all around, you’re a great match.

also, in a modern! au crutchie would love the percy jackson series. the two of you would riot over the terrible live-action movie and be very excited when the disney+ series comes out (here’s to hoping they don’t botch it)

#2.5k celebration! #celebration #lxncelotships #i kinda went off with the james sirius headcanons but i got the vibes and now i want to write that fic lol

[btsqualityy]

BTS Kink Series: Digital

Kim Seokjin

“Could you just pick one already?” You groaned from your place between Jin’s legs. The two of you were sat on the bed with you in between Jin’s open legs and your back pressed to his chest as you leaned against him.

“Y/N, picking the right video takes time,” Jin murmured back as he scrolled through Pornhub on his phone with one hand, the other rubbing light circles onto the skin on your hip.

“Jin, it really doesn’t matter that much. Besides if it does what we want it to, we won’t even finish the video,” you cooed, using your fingernail to trace shapes onto his thigh. 

“Fine,” he muttered as he finally clicked on a video and held his phone up so that the both of you could see it. The video started off pretty tamely, with the man and woman kissing and feeling each other up. Pretty soon though, the man had the woman on her back as he ate her out. Your breath hitched as you watched her arch her back and pull hard at the man’s hair.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty Y/N-ah?” Jin purred into your ear and you immediately nodded your head. Jin chuckled and moved his free hand so that it was on your thigh, stroking it softly. The man in the video stopped eating her out and immediately pushed his length inside of her, wasting no time in giving her what she had been begging for ever since he was eating her out.

“Fuck, you can just look and tell how tight her pussy is,” Jin pointed out as his free hand moved inwards and toyed with the lining of your panties that you still had on. “I bet you wish you were getting fucked like that too huh?”

“Please Jin,” you pleaded and Jin wordless pulled the crotch of your panties to the side, pushing his middle finger inside of you. 

“Damn Y/N, you’re soaked,” Jin whispered in awe. He handed you the phone in his other hand before bringing that one down as well and using it to hold your thighs apart. “Keep your eyes on that screen or I’ll stop, got it?” He said sternly and you quickly nodded. 

Min Yoongi

You stood in front of the floor length mirror that sat on one of the walls in your and Yoongi’s bedroom, going to your camera app and snapping a few photos of your outfit. You had gone to the mall today and picked up a few...interesting things and you wanted to show them off to Yoongi. Smirking to yourself, you then went to his text thread and proceeded to send him the three photos that you had taken. You didn’t even get the opportunity to lock your phone before it buzzed in your hand from his reply.

Yoongi: Are you trying to be funny right now? You know I can’t come home early today...

You: What are you talking about? 

You: I just bought some stuff at the mall and I wanted to show you, that’s all

Yoongi: You’re not slick baby girl

Yoongi: But since you wanted to show me so badly, why don’t you send me some more?

You smiled and went back to the camera, holding your phone up as you turned around so that your back was facing the mirror. You pulled your panties up so that more of your ass was exposed and you snapped two quick pictures. You then sent them off to Yoongi and waited patiently for his response.

Yoongi: Holy fuck baby girl, you’re so good for me

Yoongi: You may want to take a nap now because when I get home, I’m fucking you so hard that you’ll feel it for days

You: Looking forward to it Daddy

Kim Namjoon

You groaned loudly, feeling frustrated that the orgasm you had been chasing for the past 20 minutes just kept slipping away. Every since you and Namjoon had started dating, any efforts to get yourself off without him only proved futile.

An idea popped into your head as you thought of your boyfriend and you reached your to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and clicking on the camera. You switched to video mode and clicked record, angling the phone so that it could catch the sight of you rubbing your clit a few times. You stopped recording and went to your text messages, clicking on the thread you had with Namjoon and you sent the video to him. Sure enough, only a few minutes had passed before Namjoon was calling you.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Seems like someone’s having a little trouble huh?” Namjoon murmured huskily and you felt your walls clench.

“Yeah,” you pouted. “You know it’s hard for me to get off without you.”

“Well, I have a few minutes alone. Want some help baby?”

“Please,” you smiled, already sliding your free hand that wasn’t holding your phone down and settling your fingers on your clit.

“Good girl,” Namjoon whispered. “I want you to put your pointer and middle finger inside of your tight little pussy, ok?”

“Fuck,” you moaned as you followed his instructions.

“Now, I want you to fuck yourself the same way that you know I would,” he said. “Nice and deep, and no stopping until you come for me.” You began to thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, the familiar feeling of the orgasm that had been teasing you appearing again almost instantly. “Don’t stop baby, come all over your fingers for me.” Hearing Namjoon’s voice pushed you over the edge and you came, your body shuddering as the pleasure coursed throughout you.

“All good?” Namjoon chuckled and you blushed.

“All good. Thank you Joon.”

“No problem baby.”

Jung Hoseok

“Oh, and to what do I owe this pleasure?” You teased as you answered Hobi’s facetime call, only to be greeted with the sight of his shirtless chest.

“Clam down, I just got out of the shower,” Hobi laughed as he moved the camera so that his face was in frame.

“Hey, I don’t have any problem with it,” you shrugged. “I actually miss it. It’s been a long three weeks that you and the boys have been gone.”

“I know baby and I miss you too but we’ll be home in a week.”

“What if I don’t wanna wait that long?” You wondered and Hobi raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, you want me to make you come right now?” Hobi smirked.

“Hobi,” you whined. “I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully as he stared at you through the camera. “I guess I wouldn’t be either.” You couldn’t help both the smile and the blush that crept onto your face and Hobi chuckled at seeing your reaction. “Why don’t you start my showing me those perfect breasts of yours, hm?”

Park Jimin

Jiminie: I’m in this meeting and I’m bored as hell. Distract me?

You looked down at your phone and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you read the text message from Jimin.

You: I’m at work and you are too, pay attention!

Jiminie: I could think of much better uses of my time than sitting in these boring meetings lol

You: Like what?

Jiminie: Like bending you over my lap and spanking you. After that, I’d probably fuck your face, the way that you like me to, before fucking you nice and hard.

You let out a soft rush of air as you read over that last text at least five times. You felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing and you rolled your eyes at how he was able to turn you on without even being around you. You jumped lightly in surprise as your phone vibrated again.

Jiminie: Oh, my little slut likes that huh?

You: Yes....

Jiminie: Yes what?

You:...Yes Sir

Jiminie: That’s my good little slut

Kim Taehyung

You bit your lip nervously as you watched the Skype call connect, your laptop sitting on the bed in between your legs.

“Y/N-ah?” You heard Taehyung’s voice as the video connected and then you saw his boxy smile appear on your screen.

“Hi Tae,” you smiled shyly as you pulled the robe that you had on further around your body.

“Hi baby girl,” he said and you could see his eyes looking you up and down. “Are you nervous?”

“Kind of,” you admitted and Tae smiled. 

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I want to,” you interjected. “Just, scared I guess.”

“There’s no need to be scared jagi,” Tae replied. “This is no different than anything else that we’ve ever done together. The only difference is that I’m not there with you.”

“Ok,” you nodded as you took a deep breath in and out. “I’m ready.”

“Why don’t you start by showing me what you have underneath that robe?” Tae suggested and you nodded again, unraveling the knot that held the robe on your body before slowly peeling it off. “Wow.”

“Do you like it?” You asked as you looked down at the forest green colored lingerie that covered your body.

“I love it baby,” Tae nodded, making you smile. “Is that new?”

“Yeah, bought it for tonight,” you confirmed. 

“You look beautiful. Now, why don’t you work on taking it off for me?” 

Jeon Jungkook 

“Here,” Jungkook said as he handed you his camera and you accepted it with eager hands. “Hey, be careful with it because if you drop my camera, I’m gonna drop you.”

“You know, for us to be making a sex tape, you’re not doing a very good job of getting me in the mood,” you teased, watching him as he laid down on his stomach in between your legs. You checked and made sure that the camera was recording before pointing the viewfinder at the apex of your thighs, where Jungkook was leaving light kisses on your thighs.

‘I’m just telling you because if you break my camera, there will be no mood to get into because you’ll be dead,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Can you just eat me out? Or are you camera shy baby?” You taunted and he looked up at you with a hard glare. Wordlessly, he dived straight into your folds, using his tongue to trace your outer lips and the outline of your clit.

“Holy shit Kook,” you murmured as you watched him through the camera lens. He moaned into you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your lower half and you almost dropped the camera on your stomach.

“Oh, oh please,” you moaned and Jungkook removed his mouth from you, moving one his hands from your thigh and pressing two fingers into you. 

“Getting a little shaky Y/N-ah?” Jungkook joked but you were too focused on his fingers fucking you to reply to his slick comment. “You’re gonna make this unwatchable for later if you can’t hold the camera steady.”

“Fuck it,” you grumbled as you set the camera on the nightstand that was next to the bed. “Just fuck me, please.”

“My pleasure baby,” Jungkook smirked before leaning up and kissing you roughly.

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts jin #bts rm #bts rap mosnter #bts namjoon #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts v #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts hoseok #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #jin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader

[darlingrutherford]

Double smut Sinful Sunday whoooo!

Ok I stg I’ve posted this before, mainly because I rarely fully finish writing something and don’t post it, and this has been completely finished in my docs for a few months at least. Anyhoo. If it has been posted, it’s been lost to the Tumblr void, so here it is again lol. I’m going to make a point to start going through my blog soon and make an archive of my writing (a lot can be found on Ao3, but there’s still a lot I haven’t moved over there yet). In the meantime, thanks to that anon who mentioned it, here’s a nice lil fic of Lana pegging Alistair in a DAO AU where Alistair becomes King and Lana doesn’t become Queen, but is most definitely still with him and all that happy stuff ;)

18+ only and all that obvious stuff :)

     It was late. The sun had set hours ago. The palace in Denerim had quieted long ago, leaving the throne room deserted. Still, Alistair felt a small tinge of guilt towards whichever guard he knew must be standing outside the shut door, forced to listen as he, the one and only King of Ferelden, stood bent over the side of his throne as his girlfriend pressed her hips to his ass. Her hands held onto the sides of his hips like handles, and a moan rang out from his mouth that echoed throughout the hall as she drove the toy into him again. It was a lovely thing, really: quite small compared to his own, but smooth, made of some kind of material he hadn't recognized but had been recommended when Lana had gone searching for something to meet the task planted in her mind. She had been so excited that day she had returned from afar, pulling it and a strap out of her bag with sparkling eyes once they were alone. Tonight had been no different. She loved wearing it for him, taking control for him, and he had a feeling that the sounds that left him were half the reason.

“Fuck! Maker, Lana, you… You're getting good at this.” Another moan left him loudly as she pushed back into him. She was going faster than usual tonight. Normally she was so gentle, as if she would break him despite the largely contrasted heights between the two of them. Tonight it was as if something had taken over her, something that made her want - no, need - to remind him that he was at her mercy just as much as she was at his. Perhaps it had been the time apart, having been away for a week on official ‘Hero of Ferelden’ business. Maker, but he was happy to have her back, and so enthusiastic.

The edge of the armrest on the throne bit into Alistair's hips with each thrust. His hands grasped desperately at the armrest on the other side, his back nearly a straight line as his head tipped forward towards the floor. It was almost uncomfortable, the way the base of his erect cock was stuck between the wood of the armrest and his abdomen, but also pleasurable in a strange way. She seemed to have that effect on him constantly - making something slightly uncomfortable seem exceptionally sinful and delicious.

“Do you like this better?” Lana asked. She slowly pulled her hips back, dragging the toy with her before filling him again with a quick thrust. Each thrust brought a moan that made her blush, but she found herself unable to contain herself when he was so animated. She slowed down slightly, giving him time to formulate a response.

“Maker, it's… different,” he groaned. He knew he was dripping precum all over the throne. How could he not? In a split second he began wondering if there was anything nearby to clean it with when they were done, but that thought was quickly wiped from his mind the second she pressed back in. “Before was perfect, but this is… Aaahh… It's so good…”

He grinned when he heard her light giggle flutter from her throat. Such a sweet, delicate sound to contrast with the dirty way she was fucking him.

“Tell me how good it is,” she whispered as she began speeding her hips again. 

“Mmm, it's - Ah! - S - So good,” he moaned. He braced himself as he felt her fingers tighten on his hips, although it didn't lessen the surprise in his voice as her thrusting extracted another series of deep moans.

“Tell me how much you like it.” Her voice was louder this time, making Alistair's spine tingle.

“Mmm, so much.”

“Tell me, your Majesty. Tell me how you like me to fuck you on your throne.” 

Alistair gasped as her hips sped until she was thrusting at a speed that could have rivaled his own when he had her in a similar position only a week ago. His knuckles whitened against the wood, his voice echoing throughout the hall as he cried out,

“Maker, Lana! Oh, I f - fucking love it when you fuck me!”

Alistair's moans were becoming raw almost, his throat dry from so much. And just when he thought he couldn't handle anymore, her hips slowed, as if she knew he had been about to burst, and he whimpered, silently begging as she nearly stopped. His chest was heaving, gasping for breath, his legs shaking from the exertion of it all only to be denied. He almost wondered if she was getting back at him for all those times he had relentlessly teased her to her breaking point, until a light whimper from behind him made everything very clear.

Lana's right hand left his side to gently slide up his back as she pressed her hips to his ass once more. Her fingers slid beneath his shirt, nails gently running along his skin soothingly as she ground her hips against him. His whimper melded with hers, and he could hear the begging in her voice when she finally spoke, breaking the spell of her control.

“Alistair, I… I need… Please, may I feel you? It's been so long, I need you.”

Alistair's body shook lightly when he laughed. He moved to stand, sighing loudly as Lana slowly and gently pulled the toy from him. Before he turned he heard it fall to the floor, then her boots and breeches followed as he kissed her deeply. Alistair blindly stepped sideways, then backwards, before Lana's hands pushed his chest until he fell onto the throne. She climbed atop him quickly, holding his face on either side as she kissed him desperately. Steady on her knees, Alistair poised himself beneath her, aiming true before he grabbed the back of her tunic and pulled her down.

There it was. The noise he had missed more than any other noise in the entire world: the high pitched, long, mewling moan that lilted from her throat when he filled her to the hilt of him. He had been ready to take over, but already her hips were moving. She quickly built up to match the same speed as before, bouncing on his cock with the same enthusiasm she had just been pegging him with. Alistair's moans were different when she wasn't penetrating him - a bit deeper, more controlled, but still with just as much glee as before. Maker, but she was perfect, whether she was riding his cock or fucking his ass - his perfect goddess, nigh five feet tall with fiery hair in a braid that bounced with her. He wished he had time to remove her tunic, to watch her breasts bounce with her, but there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, at the rate she was riding him at, after the pounding he had just received, he was barreling towards his end and there would be no stopping him now. Large hands gripping her hips, Alistair pulled her down hard and fast, and his own moans echoed with her gasping as he burst inside of her. 

Silence steadily washed over the throne room. The panting breaths of the two was the only thing to be heard, the occasional swallowing of a dry throat followed by a quiet gasp, before Alistair exclaimed, much quieter than before,

“Well, fuck me.”

Lana began laughing first, and Alistair quickly joined in. His arms snaked around her, pulling her frame tightly against him. He nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, humming happily.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against her skin. “Next time, don't leave for so long.”

“Next time you want me to represent you, don't agree for it to be so far away,” she teased.

“Deal.”

#spicy #sinful sunday #alistair theirin #lana surana #lanistair #dragon age #king alistair #my ocs #my work #fanfiction

[benbantz]

Week 17 with long term Covid

Hello to anyone reading this, those I know and those I don’t.

Had Covid 19 now for 17 weeks (or suffering after effects of covid, how ever you want to word it.) Point is had/have Corona and it’s still kicking my arse.

So since my recent facebook update (after being pretty quiet on social media for a while) a couple of peeps have messaged me asking about my symptoms and stuff as (apart from the first 2-3 weeks) I haven't really gone into any detail I just sort of say 'having rough week' or 'things flared up again' etc etc. Without going into too much detail about anything specific. So for anyone interested, and because people have been curious and asking - and as you’ll see is far to detailed to explain person to person (and want to spread the word about long haulers as a lot of people struggling) So it’s just easier for me to have it in one place. For myself more then anything. And if you get anything out of it then that’s great.

Things are just starting to come out about long haulers in the media and on the news and I know people are interested to learn a bit more about it all. So while I’m having a not too bad a time last couple of days I’d thought it’s a good a time as any to go thru all my symptoms. Get them typed out for first time.

And maybe it will be helpful to someone who randomly comes across this post - (thou please don’t use as a guide), every case is different, a lot of similarities   and cross overs , but ultimately different  Just because someone you know might be having a rough couple of days or experiencing a couple of these symptoms it could be something completely unrelated to covid. (Make sure you check with your GP or call 111 if you think you have covid symptoms long term or otherwise.) I am not a Dr.

Here's a list of everything been going on with me over last 17 weeks.           Some experiences have been completely new to me so very hard to explain , some descriptions may sound a little odd , but hopefully you get idea of what I mean! (Also sorry for any grammar mistakes....I dropped out of English A level)

Those who come across this and don’t know me personally know that while this is a (mostly) serious (but hopefully uplifting) post I’m very sarcastic and use dumb humour to deflect from how shit life is at the moment! :-) 

So first thing of the bat I'll explain is I've realised in recent weeks it's been easier to think of it as good and bad days/weeks rather then getting better/worse (as in first 10 or so weeks when I thought of it as 'it's getting better' and got in that positive mindset, the kickbacks have obviously beaten the piss out of me mentally as well as physically, as I've had about four big relapses now where I thought I'm on the right track, having a good couple of weeks then bam, I seem to go back to square one for no real apparent reason. So when I say bad day I'm describing when everything amps/flares up again, A few more symptoms go up and the volumes up on high,and likewise a good day is when things seem to be moving in right direction again and I get a bit of a break.(So now I just appreciate them when they come and try make most out of them.) A good day isn’t a symptom free day by any means, it’s just better then the bad ones.

OK so on to my symptoms.

Specific Areas

Chest - Since the first evening it kicked of early March my chest has felt like a giant has had his hand around it - that’s non stop, constant (told you my explanations were weird.)

On the better days it's a very light grip I can get on and do things to a point, but I am always aware it's there. On a bad day it's grip tightens and he squeezes (or  his fingers press into a couple of key areas - been pressing on my back a lot last few weeks.) - That’s been non stop and has not gone away since beginning. Thou I do believe its starting to ease a little. 

- Chest pain - A shooting pain in my chest (slightly different from description above, feels more like its needles on inside of body. Thankfully these are uncommon, they pop up if I push myself a bit too far one day or if I’m having rougher week.(And it’s not heart related)

Lungs/Breathing - Haven't felt like I've taken in a full lungful of air since beginning, I take a deep breath but only feels like I'm taking in 80- 85% ish (on a good day) 65- 75% ish (on a bad day) - This is week 17 numbers btw,  take maybe 10-15% off when it was at worst. I think the best way I can describe it is it feels like there’s a filter or a sieve/strainer at top of lungs, on a good day there’s more spaces available to breathe thru (but still there’s a filter) and on a bad day more spaces close and I'm breathing thru less.

 *Thankfully bar the first week where I had to get paramedic out, I haven't been gasping for air, I've certainly had to just lay and just concentrate on only breathing a few times because the filters have closed up a lot more (in the night mostly) especially where my bodies relaxed and I've woken and panicked short of air. Yes that’s as terrifying as it sounds.

- The air I do take in doesn't feel clean or fresh (best way I can describe it is when you go to a zoo and they have a indoor Rain Forrest/safari area .... very that lol) That was constant the first 12 or so weeks (even when getting fresh air outside) thankfully that’s eased a little and not so prominent, still doesn't feel like I’m breathing in fresh air but its not so hot and stuffy and noticing the difference when I go outside now.

Throat/Mouth - Burning/inflamed mouth - This is by far been the most uncomfortable/hardest for me to ignore and just get on with day to day stuff, from maybe week 6 to week 14 it was pretty much non stop burning mouth and throat (Call my mum Khaleesi because I was spitting fire.)

 Whole inside of my mouth and down my throat was just inflamed/swollen (felt like I had a golf ball stuck down there) and burning hot. The last couple of weeks its eased I don’t wake up with it (unless i’m having a flare up/bad day) It's still very on/ off but thankfully not constant like it was. And have since learned that high histamine foods make it worse - same with my chest and few other things,  (so choc, dairy, alcohol, fizzy drinks ...my diet essentially ) So have cut most of them down/out. Ice lollies have been my savior on hot throat days. - Marble in throat - Another hard one to explain, it feels like there’s a marble sort of sized ball of phlegm that I constantly need to clear. (OK maybe not that hard to explain - also sorry for the gross imagery.) But not enough mucus coming up to warrant the feeling, it’s irritating more then anything - but a few weeks ago was probs golf ball sized, so again improvement! - This sort of ties in with with the inflamed mouth, but the first thing to flare up on bad day is my tongue, feels tingly most of the time anyway but more so on a flare up/bad day.  - Same with my teeth / gums and the tingly sensation, (my teeth constantly feel like that sensation when you have some orange juice after brushing your teeth.) Sensitive/fuzzy I guess. Not particularly bothersome or concerning...just weird.

Nose

- This is probably one of newest ones, nose has felt hot(on and off)/bunged up for last few weeks. (But I know its not if that makes sense)  I guess you could say same as lungs - not breathing in a full nose-full of air either.  - sorry again for gross TMI but any mucus or boogers are clear (like almost see thru clear/never been cleaner clear)  - Phantom smells - A really odd one, I smell smoke and gas a lot, not just smell it, it feels like its in my nose and my mouth - especially smoke, almost like I’ve eaten it sometimes (non smoker in smoke free flat btw). Was a lot more prominent in first few weeks ,so much so that before I realised it was a symptom I had my carbon monoxide alarms checked because it was making me paranoid I could smell smoke/gas. A bizarre one for sure. Pops up randomly now and again.

Eyes - Last couple of weeks have been getting bit of blurry vision and sore or dry eye , I'm already blind as shit so hard to tell in terms of blurriness how bad this one is, but def finding it harder to concentrate on one thing for too long (but that sort of ties in with brain fog - which i'll get to) but pretty sure once this is done with and I go to opticians will likely need a stronger prescription (some other long haulers who never had eye problems before are now having to wear glasses) No idea if that’s a permanent one but hopefully i’m at peak of it.

Ears - My left ear has felt blocked pretty much since start (or like it needs to pop some days) Most the time I can ignore it but can be quite distracting if it kicks up a couple of dials.Which is likely why I get ear ache in same ear often as well.

*Also for most the things listed above it has always been worse on my left side of body, lung, eyes, ear, headaches.

- Tinnitus (correct word for ringing in ears right?) Usually kicks in early afternoon or on bad day. Varies on strength depending on the day I’m having.

Head/Brain - Brain Fog - So the sort of very basic science behind this is because my lungs aren't producing enough oxygen my brain knows this, so is lending them some to help out...but because of this it means I’m experiencing what is known as brain fog (I don’t know what its actually called, likely has a better more official sounding name) - my concentration is very low, i’m finding it hard to retain things and concentrate more then usual. (not been up to reading or watching something new for month or so as I just cant focus on it) Also been getting odd words muddled or confused (but the bar wasn't the highest with me on that front ha ha)

 Been dropping things when I think I have them in my hand. I do however think this is improving (The fact that I have typed this out with just a couple short breaks so far is much better then two weeks ago when I couldn't even focus on a computer game for more then half a hour) so as my lungs improve so does this or vice versa on flare up. *Edit - This whole post has taken a couple of days to draft and type up, so not too bad in terms of needing breaks etc.

-I'm also constantly aware of my brain... like I can feel it all the time (I literally cant explain that any other way lol, I guess its just heavier at moment so I can feel it against my skull) best explanation I think you'll get from that one. - Have a headache most the time (so much so that I sort of forget it’s there.) Thankfully most the time there mild/low and I can forget or distract myself but like everything else if I'm having a bad few days it goes up a notch. Likely connected to the brain fog.

Stomach and Lower abdomen - Period pains - only way I can explain it, generally thought after nearly 10 years without them it was messing my body about so much I was getting  phantom periods. (I’m a transgender man, 4+ years on testosterone, for anyone I don’t know who comes across this) been there done that, brought the t-shirt.. then sent it back because it wasn’t for me!  Very strong and painful on and off for first eight weeks, get the odd twinge now and again but think that ones done with, thank the gods. - Stomach Pains - Few aches and pains on /off, and recently experienced what felt like needle/stabbing pain for short while in short bursts - and I only really mention stomach because I haven't had the widely publicised  'covid shits' (yet, touch wood... or cloth) So yay!

Heart - Palpitations - First 8 weeks was on and off most days to the point if I was sat still my heart would be palpitating. (I couldn't even sit and listen to music I enjoyed as it would make my heart go mad.) - When I do get the palpitations it sets most things off, so if palpitations do start I generally know I'm about to have rough couple of hours or days and can’t do much, for obvious safety reasons. Thankfully these have subsided a lot last 6 or so weeks. Still get them every few days but generally know whats setting me off and how to lower them down and they don’t last as long.

Hands and Feet - Skin been very dry last couple of months, cracking and peeling on hands and feet (ew)  - Pins and needles/ numb fingers and toes - Get this a lot, obviously very normal stuff but just find them coming on a lot more (especially if i’m holding something like my ipad, phone or xbox controller for a while) Fingers feel numb/puffy a lot too. (Likely also why I keep dropping things) - Also to tie in with skin, have had a on /off spots on chest, face and shoulders for few weeks, they all came up at same time, not irritant or itchy or anything, just there.

General/Other weird things - Voice - So this is one that frustrates me the most, I have had next to no voice for last maybe 10 weeks.  I just cant chat to people at moment. For first 4 weeks wasn't to bad (I even started a youtube channel to keep me occupied and distracted) but slowly week by week it went a little bit more each time. I can talk for short periods of time if I have to/choose to ,like its not gone completely, but it kicks up all the things I mentioned in my throat and mouth directly after. If the phone rings I have to decide if it’s worth answering, in doing so knowing i’m going to have a rough day or so after. Someday’s I feel it's better then others like couple of weeks ago, chatted to my brothers online on xbox for half an hour or so for the first time in weeks, and caught up with a friend on phone for 10 minutes...but a couple of days later everything flared up again. So it's still trial and error and just being patient with my voice. (I'm quite confident no long term damage is being done now as few people in group i’m in reported there voice just eventually got better over time.) Definitely the symptom I’m having to be most patient with. - Fatigue and tiredness - My days now are normally diddily done by 4-5, (except if its a bad day then most of the day is a write off) No matter how little or much I've done, by 5-6 my body and mind are exhausted. As someone who has insomnia, pre covid I would maybe have 1-2 all nighters every ten or so days sprinkled in with 5-6 days of at most 3-4 hours sleep. In the last 17 weeks I have had just 3 all nighters, and maybe just under ten 3-4 hour sleeps. Otherwise i’m getting at least 5+ hours a night. This is the one covid thing I'd like to keep please lol.  I think it's easing a little (most the bad night sleeps have been in last month) and on good days tiredness is kicking in a little later, or it's taking me a little longer to drift off. But generally am cream crackerd a lot of time, especially if I push myself too far on a bad day. - Loss/Increased appetite - This sort of ties in with what I mentioned earlier about different foods causing set backs, the first 6 weeks I had no appetite and lost a bit of weight (I do put a lot of this down to extreme worry and stress thou)  Then I went thru a phase of being very hungry for a few weeks and put most of the weight I had lost back on. I'm somewhere in the middle now, probably because I know most of anything I eat will set me back a little (because as mentioned fussy git = high histamine diet) so i’m cutting portions (otherwise known as the amount of cheese I add to everything!) and cutting out all most junk food (you’ll never part me from my crisps!) and non healthy drinks.  

- Bloated and dehydration - This one I sort of put in pencil because it could be covid related but I also think it could be side effects  from the brown asthma inhaler I was prescribed to help with breathing. I’m still undecided as it pops up especially when I was using inhaler more but it does happen days after I’ve last used it. At it’s worse I was getting up to pee a lot! because I was thirsty all the time. So of course was just very bloated around the belly. 

*Also talking of peeing, (Great segway Ben) number 1′s and 2′s have been very different then normal, urine thicker and bubbly,and smells/is coloured different,   (same with 2′s) Also have a completely different body odour at the moment,(pungent) having to use deodorant twice as much as normal. - Admit it your life’s a little bit better now you know that information.

- THE HEAT! - I touched on this with my mouth and nose being on fire, but for the first 10-12 weeks I did not go a day where at least a couple of things were not burning hot ,like hot to the touch as well, not just inside...(very different experience then having a temperature). Extreme heat in one very specific part of body. Ears, forehead, cheeks, chest, back, nose, mouth,throat to name a few of prominent ones. Over time they have faded (if something does feel hot now its generally not hot to the touch anymore.) Maybe on a bad day a couple of things will burn up. (But in saying that, been calling today a good day but nose is quite hot) but point is its better. - Mood swings/Anxiety - While i’m fairly confident anything emotional has stemmed from experiencing...well everything you've just read. Rather then it being its own symptom (thou I have had days of uncontrollable crying, days of anger..that perhaps outside of covid I would still of had one of those days but just not to such a extreme, I think with everything going on its just amped that emotion and anxiety up.)  it's obviously been very stressful and anxiety inducing. That’s only calmed down in last week since finding the facebook group of other people going thru the same thing. I'm now seeing that people are slowly improving, i'm seeing I've not been going mad and it's all very real and not just happening to me. So the bad days are easier to deal with now and not hitting me emotionally like a ton of bricks anymore. I honestly couldn't see the end of the tunnel two weeks ago but can see it now (even if I take a step forward one day but then 2-3 back another...I see it still.)

*Mushy moment Alert - A good a place as any to include while I'm talking about emotion  - Even thou she probs wont see this,but want to mention my mum. She’s been my rock thru all this, she messages me at least twice everyday without fail, since day 1. Even thou I know she's been worried sick about me herself, she's reassured and calmed me down on the harder more stressful days. I dread the mornings when things have gone downhill a bit and having to tell her ,because I know she'll worry, but after a few texts we both end up sort of reassuring and calming the other down. (especially in the earlier days when it was really bad, scary, new and unknown.) When it was really getting me down for a while and I wanted nothing to do with anything covid related and just stay in bed and pretend this wasn't happening to me, she dug out the articles and tips and things to help or give me a boost. (Not to mention all the coming and going she and my step dad have done for me last 4 months and taking care of my shopping for first 9 or so weeks...because I was a useless mess of a human)       I know it’s basic mum stuff but this would be 10x harder and lonelier without her. Random detour I know but can’t talk about my covid experience and recovery without mentioning her.

Almost looking forward to sending her the first  'Everything normal today' text as much as I look forward to experiencing it....almost. ;-)  

Amount of Symptoms On A Typical Day

On a good day - (when I think virus was at it's worse in the first 10-14 weeks) - 4-6 symptoms ( 2 or 3 cranked up to a medium or high otherwise on mild)

On a bad day - At peak/worse - 6-10 symptoms (throat, chest and no voice on high volume, maybe a couple of things like palpitations and brain fog, heat on medium/high, other weird stuff on mild/low)

Good day  - Now 17 weeks in (excluding my voice which is still a medium to high issue most days) - 3-4 Symptoms on low to mild - usually there’s something still simmering on a medium always ready to turn up to a high if I push it too much in terms of walking or talking. (often my chest) Bad Day (Now) - 4-7 Symptoms - 1 to 3 on medium (maybe a couple will kick up to high on first day of a flare up, but generally now for shorter periods of time.)Everything else on mild or low.

So there has def been improvement in last 6 weeks, i’m sure it wont all be plain sailing and I know/prepare to expect another 'flare up' and then a bad few days. But recently instead of the bad days being 2-3 weeks of it constantly, the duration is getting shorter each time (last bad few days was just under a week)  So things are slowly improving, and i’m sure in time so will the amount of symptoms and the strength of each symptom.

I've probably missed a couple of silly/odd little things that have gone on (likely because they were so early on or very brief (or I’ve forgotten) -  fever and nausea to name a couple. When I got my notes together these were the main ones that came to mind. Quite a lot actually sitting back reading them, and I think the scary (but good) thing is, x-ray came back fine, bloods came back fine.  People have had MRI's, camera’s down there throat, most coming back fine. Covid just not showing up on any tests(unless someones suffered further complications with something) - hence why a lot of people struggling to be taken seriously by there GP's or even loved ones who think there just 'exaggerating’ or its just ‘anxiety and stress'...no living with all what you just read causes anxiety and stress Mary! 

But yeah could waffle on, once its definitely gone and I breathe and look back I can perhaps get a better overview of everything and give you better analysis of all that’s gone on. I get asked 'so when do you think it will be gone?' almost as much as 'are you better now?' To the first question, meh I don't know, I'm now into month 4/week 17 (well month 5 if I include last couple of days of Feb when I believe I caught it and had the very mild cold early March) still a lot of things going on with my body, some new things could still pop up, so instead of saying 'I think it will be gone by..'  ,like I did in the first weeks. I'm just taking it week by week (or day by day if it kicks up a notch) not making any big demands of myself or my body, doing what I can each day....but not pushing it. Instead of the sad, anxiety inducing thought 'when will it go' or the one all us long haulers worry about a lot ‘Will it ever go?’ I now try to think instead  'it will go!.'

To any fellow long haulers I say hang in there, keep fighting, trust your body and that it will get better. Take it day by day. Stay as positive as you can when everything 'flares up again' after a couple of weeks of good progress (easier said then done I know) but know it wont be forever as much as it feels like it is. Don’t be afraid to ask for help (I hate going to Drs would much rather just 'get on with it' , but from pestering a little I got a blue inhaler which has helped me a lot day to day,and had x-ray and blood tests which also put my mind at ease when they came back clear. So don’t be afraid to ask to get these things checked if you’re worried. I've been lucky with my GP's thou who I think have generally believed me and taken me seriously and I know not everyone is getting that help or respect. I think it’s really not helped us that in the early days people were stubbing their toes and thinking they had caught covid and calling their Dr’s (I’m exaggerating but hopefully you get my point lol), so if you do get a not so helpful interaction, be patient,explain yourself or try again with another Dr, remember a GP will only advise you symptom by symptom and not as a whole.   Anyway I’m repeating stuff you already know by now lol.   

Stay positive. Stay hopeful and stay safe.

To anyone else, believe us, know this is very real, and that it absolutely sucks. Its not just anxiety or in our head. We're not exaggerating - in fact most of us are probably playing it down or just not elaborating on things for an easy life and because when someone asks 'are you better now?'  it's easier to just smile and nod and answer 'getting there slowly' because the truth is...well what you just read lol. (And I'm a particularly mild case...next to no coughing, no spells in A and E, a breeze for a lot of other people with long term) Keep yourselves safe (most long haulers have no previous medical /problems/conditions. Some ,myself included, have weakened immune systems due to a long term health condition. A unlucky few are fighting another long term medical illness as well as covid. I'm lucky in that I have no dependants (except 4 easy to please gecko's) and was not working prior to catching it - some are having to deal with all this and be full time parents, or have been to and fro with their jobs (thinking there better then relapsing after going back). There’s mums messaging on behalf of there young kids who have it, lots of young people (one of the lads that co runs the group is 22 I believe), there's athletes/health fanatics used to running miles every day been completely knocked of there game unable to even walk to end of road some days. People of all age ranges. Point is anyone can catch it, it might not just be 'a couple of rough weeks' It might take over half a year for you to recover from.  This myth that it's short and sweet, or a walk in the park if your young and healthy needs to be squashed because its just not accurate. 

If not for my mum and our family and the facebook group I found, (Positive path of wellness - Covid UK Long Haulers) I'd be struggling, really struggling. It's scary, brutal and lonely. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. The virus is still out there it has not gone. Keep sanitising hands and wear a mask in busy places!. - Tell the guy who's life this has been for 17 weeks, why wearing a mask in public places, to keep yourself and others safe from catching this nightmare, is a inconvenience for you Karen...go on, I'll wait...

Maybe you can help prevent yours or someone else's next few months from being even worse. x

Was going to just make this a one time post on tumblr account but if it’s a help to anyone (especially fellow long haulers) I’ll post some other bits and bobs when i’m up to it. (thinking of doing a post about things/products etc that I think have been helping me. If that’s useful to anyone) Or just some positive/ funny things to keep spirits up. Keeping it all positive and upbeat as possible.

So I’ll see if anyone reads this first and go from there

So I guess in conclusion ...lol I’m just joking, this post is really done now, go back to your lives, this garbled mess of self woe (worlds smallest violin is back in its case now), sarcasm and naff humour has taken up far too much of all of our days already. Go peacefully amongst the things. :-) 

Stay safe everyone x

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IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS 

ITS MY BOY ENYU!!!! ON THE FRONT PAGE???? okay also a big deal for zhaohao and li hao too!!!

ok now into part 2 of the ep

interesting that they focused on junhao for everybody. can understand he probably has the most different and struggle experience so probably more interesting for dramas sake lol im surprised they dont spend more time on shengen, considering his popularity. 

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA JUNHAO FREAKING OUT over the fact that they only learned the dance for 40 mins. LOL thats the level of tyger + kou cong + shengen, i can imagine the struggle of the yang guang nan hai group in comparison AHAHA i just imagine him running down the hall freaking out like HOW DID THEY LEARN THE DANCE IN JUST ONE CLASS WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE 

lollll “theyre all dachang boys” “theyre all zhang yixing’s students” HAHAHAH you know even though he is slightly struggling compared to the rest, he aint bad and theyre all taking it light hearted with laughter so seems like a good learning environment! and he’s confident he’ll get it LOL thats good! i think thats what makes him so amusing 

HAHAHA i love how lin mo just keeps giggling at junhao like he genuinely just finds him so amusing LOL yay for making new friends 

awww bc junhao’s always been a leader i feel like for him to finally feel like hes being taken care of is so nice. i have absolute confidence that this group will treat him kindly. AW HE CALLED HIM MOMO 

im still disappointed they have YET to show zhan yu’s funny/strange personality and this wouldve been a great opportunity bc hes surrounded by friends he’s comfortable with!! like his friendship with kou cong! or akey and lin mo! but sigh...

THEY PUT ZHAN YU IN THE FRONT FOR THE SEXUAL LINE HAHAHHA PERFECT BUT I SEE LIN MO BEING ONE OF THE ONLY ONES NOT SHOWING HIS ABS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA

wow the lyrics are so fitting for lin mo to scream LOL but also ay his vocals?! aw im glad they put in a little rap for shengen and akey! honestly was kinda hoping for more bc they havent had a proper stage together before and i feel like itd be awesome but also junhao and zhan yu vocalization at the end was on point!!

lol all the kids being like zhang pd’s words are so detailed and professional... sigh theyve been missing out until now 

im glad they really pointed out how each member of this team did well! they really all did a great job with each of their parts, and they each got a little part to shine, and when put together, it was a complete performance. im proud of them and happy for them!

aw.... i feel like we’ve been waiting so long to hear lin mo get complimented.... i feel like it’s been since qcyn namanana that we’ve been waiting for him to redeem himself and climb back up to the peak. ugh its been nearly a year and a half. im just so terrified of whats gonna happen next bc im way too skeptical at this point to expect this high to continue, esp with what happened after namanana last time......... but for now, im happy. relieved hes finally getting the recognition he deserves and im happy that hes happy. lol i was also half scared we were gonna get spirit of the knight-ed again with his pink hair (nightmare flashbacks to lin mo and changxi’s deletion from that perf) i dont think ill ever get over that :( i feel like as a lin mo stan, ive been trained to not keep my hopes up and to prepare for the worst bc hes the type of person who just always gets the short end of the stick, it feels like. 

aw the part when they go back to the waiting room and jin fan is waiting for them with an encouraging smile and the whole exchange of "帥的真的帥的" "哇~可以吧" "我沒想到" "那必須的" our leader did them proud :’) 

ugh the part where luo jie calls them and tells them he can’t come back........ heart breaking. i can see why lin ran and xikan would be really affected. lin ran has been luo jie’s go-to since he left and knowing how their usual friendship involves making fun of one another and jokingly complaining about each other, it hits hard when lin ran says he cried his eyes out. it hurts that they didnt get to share the stage again before he left. xikan may not have shared the stage with luo jie during ip, but hes known him since then and has been with him through both rounds here. it interesting bc i feel like the namanana perf was very light hearted on qcyn but i cant see that happening here, esp with their outfits? 

aw shiwei and chaowen taking charge to raise their spirits :’) 

lin ran’s voice fits so well with this song wow! i really like his lines! also lol i didnt know xikan would have abs but okay and tbh im always hesitant about dances with props bc it always is so easy to look messy..... like every slight difference in angle in the way you hold your arms is immediately magnified 

and like sxl’s fan is obviously broken and having performed fan dances myself i know that that’s like the most annoying thing to happen on stage, and can be really difficult to deal with, even tho it happens ALL THE TIME with those types of fans ugh :( 

i mean its super kind of them to leave luo jie’s space empty for him, but its kinda weird to have parts of the audio missing sadly :( and also chaowen’s voice did something weird in the middle there, like its sounds weirdly weak 

wait didnt yixing tell them to close the fan? but they didnt? 

xikan’s facial expressions are perfecttt, good for him! wish they gave more screen time to shiwei during shiwei’s lines lol... but also i cant help but hear lin mo’s voice during that part LOL ugh speaking of which i miss that team dynamic namanana team a on qcyn HAHAHAH hwx being a brat and fjj running around wild and lin mo giving up on them all just laughing like idiots for hours on end while bo yuan just judges them from a corner LOL i love the beginning of the wenxuan and lin mo friendship good times :’)  

HAHAH ENYU AGAIN WITH THE REALEST COMMENTS - i agree AHHAHAH i love these kids too but there was something off about this stage 

im surprised but also not surprised by what the judges are saying 

o didnt realize sxl was supposed to be center but i guess that explains the big puffy thing on his shoulder lol.......... agree with cx tho, even without his broken fan, i think the fans made them look worse bc it just looked messy 

well idk if we’re getting all the stages today but at least jin fan’s is also getting aired! TYGER HUG FOR JIN FAN YESS

jin fan teaching them dance? yes thank you for showing us he is a good dancer. oof jin fan’s just too nice :( hes trying to avoid conflict too much that it caused conflict smh......... lol oscar trying to talk to su er hes having such struggle i feel that bro LOL hes doing really well though, tbh being relatively young, hes really trying his best and is being reasonable. 

LOL HE CALLED HIM JIN FAN GE i forgot jin fan is considered old lol..... jin fan really taking the higher road here and im glad they sat together and talked it out a bit

THE JIN FAN VOICE YESSSS hahahhaha kou cong holding the tyger sign!!

oo is that some of his bel canto-style singing coming through LOL 

AY NICE for hong weihao and oscar to put in some rap 

some of those high notes were a bit questionable at the end but okay jin fan is really claiming that vocal + dance teacher role i see.... interesting 

but agree with yixing that he doesnt need to force himself to do high notes bc his voice is so nice regardless!! yay for oscar getting recognition! im still waiting for jin fan to do a cool dance performance sigh

wasnt expecting an enyu feature BUT ILL TAKE IT 

oof huang enyu saying hes really trying to put himself out there by going for leader and the realest comment that he hasnt considered getting to debut he just wants to pass this round oof and he feels like his opportunities may be cut short bc hes getting old oof

enyu and chenxu crying watching the movie 

AW THEIR HAHA VIDEOS ARE THE CUTEST THING I LOVE THESE KIDSSS so sad that so many of them are at risk of elimination :(  im glad these vocals made their own friend group! I hope itll be a memory they carry forward. they do all have shared experiences as vocals on this show. 

this reaction to junrong’s voice

same tho :’) but actually all of their voices are so so nice like actually these 5 are all people whose voices ive really listened for on this show, but wow renyu’s voice in particular like really ugh just sounds so pure 

also enyu looks really nice in this performance but thats a side note okay moving on

i mean literally these reactions

and li hao crying while singing and so many kids in the waiting room crying while watching OOF this perf has got me emotional 

HAHAHHAHA THEIR INTROS HAHAHHA

UGH ENYU his plea just.... the way he yelled it bc it mustve taken courage and it mustve been a frustration on his mind for a while now and bc maybe he wouldve broken down if he hadnt yelled it out but im really crying now.... and its so out of character for him that you know he really really is feeling desperate and feels the need to speak out

lol wait gjm posted on weibo about him? is that why hes getting more attention lol..........

i really hope the vocals win :( 

no tygers in the next ep preview? hmmMMMMMmm okay 

well also interesting that they put the other 4 perfs with the elims...... seems sketch but at least most of my kids got to go this week ahhhhhh i feel bad for the other groups already. esp the ones with the kids who arent as popular... 

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Rose’s Ref sheet. This is gonna be a long post bc I actually have her story ready right here lol. It’s not the best but here it is. Sara Drisskle was a normal 16 year old, well, normal was an open term, she supposed. PTSD from years of unintentional neglect and emotional abuse from a mother unfit to care for her had taken its toll in making her a little less “normal” than most kids. But still, she was quiet, attentive in class, wore mostly black and kept to herself, so most people left her alone. Exactly how she liked it. There was one girl who could never quite give it up though, constantly picking on her and trying to mess with her, get her to lash out or snap. But most people had low tolerance for that. “Leave her alone, she's not doing anything” “This is getting old, Amy” “Just leave her be, no one thinks you're funny anymore” Needless to say, Amy didn't like her much, but Sara didn't care a whole lot. She was content on her own. Alone. Well, mostly alone anyway. Cindy was there. She was always there Cindy was always so clingy, always finding a way to make Sara smile, or laugh. Always finding some way to make her happy. But she never noticed that man in the trees. The tall man who Cindy swore was Sara’s overactive imagination. But Sara swore that man was there He was always there Cindy and Sara spent every waking moment together, always together. Sara wanted to go out for food? Cindy would go along. Cindy wanted to go shopping, she’d beg Sara to go with her. She desperately wanted to stay by Sara’s side no matter what. Sometimes Cindy tried to get her way, she got cocky and tried to force Sara to do everything her way. But then Sara would say those fateful words “Well, if you don't like what I'm doing, you don't have to do it with me” And Cindy would come crawling back, begging for Sara to stay with her, to be her friend again, begging and begging and begging. More than once she’d broken down in tears. What type of friend would Sara be to tell her no? Of course, once Cindy was comfortable again everything would start all over. She’d make Sara smile, make her laugh, talk to everyone in class and out of it, she’d go back to being that ideal friend who confused everyone with her choice in friends, or rather, friend. And then she'd begin having episodes again, zoning out, staring at blank walls, shutting down all emotions and acting out violently. Every time Sara would try, and succeed, to get away, but Cindy would come back. Sara knew she should just report Cindy, go to the police or just stop being her friend altogether, but then her Cindy would come back. She'd be back to her laughing, happy self that never failed to cheer Sara up. She’d be back to the ideal friend everyone loved, she’d be back to being that lone light in Sara’s traumatized life. The light she needed in her life. To distract her from the past, from the future, from the feeling of her stomach sinking, her mind breaking, and from the tall man that always watched her. So Sara would let her stay. A desperate bid to be happy. It never lasted long, but she always came back. She would always come back “Why are you running, Sara?” Cindy’s sugary sweet voice cut through the air like a blade, chilling Sara to her bones as she backed up against the wall. Eyes trained on the rusty shears held in Cindy's hands “aren't we having fun?” Cindy lunged at Sara, but she was to scared to move, too frozen to get away, her eye stared at Cindy’s blank face as she held the now bloody shears, Sara's left eye hanging from them. Searing pain tore through Her head, but she was unable to move as Cindy walked away, muttering something to herself and tapping her fingers. That's how Sara's parents found her. Her mother screamed. Shut up you fat cow Sara's mind raced back and forth How dare you pretend you know me she thought bitterly how dare you pretend you care Sara's eye went from side to side, desperately searching for a way out she's going to hurt me there was no time. she's going to hurt me again she was closing in. Run run run but now her mother had her fat, disgusting fingers on her, her horrible voice that made Sara want to hurl screaming for help. In the ER Sara got bandaged up, but refused to say how this had happened. “Are you ok, Sara?” Her dad asked “Fuck you” she had retorted. He blamed it on the pain medication, that might have been part of it, yeah, but right now Sara had half a mind to kill anyone who dared to get close. She couldn't trust anyone, they would only kill her, they were here to finish the job. “Sara, sweetie, let's get you to your room” one second, her mother was closing in, coming to hurt her, but her eye landed on the metal bat her father kept by the door ‘for if you ever get a boyfriend’ he had said. Sara's hand landed on the bat and before she had time to even think her hand closed around the handle and she swung, hitting her mother in the head, she swung again and again and again and again until her mother's head was a bloody pulp on the ground. Sara’s breath came in raspy gasps as she continued to pointlessly hit the red, sloppy looking lump. No time she thought there's no time there was no time for this, if she was down, she was down. They were going to come back for her, kill her for killing one of their assassins, he was watching he was there. She knew it, she could feel it. She ran to the room her father was in, her eyes laid briefly on the picture frame on the desk. She took a swing from behind him, cracking the back of his skull, he fell forward, colliding with the desk. Blood ran down his forehead. She beat and mashed the head again, and again, and again, making sure he wouldn't get up. Finally she stood up properly. They were dead She breathed heavily, gasping as adrenaline pumped They were dead The picture frame was broken They were dead? The glass of the picture was cracked They were dead A crack ran over Sara’s now distorted face They were dead Sara braced herself for someone to come from behind her, she looked outside, no one, she looked around the house, no one. She was alone. She ran her fingers over the ornate picture frames, and dragged her thumb over the pictures of her parents' faces. pictures that could never be taken again. Because they were dead. As time progressed over the course of a few weeks, the smell of rotting flesh coming from her parents corpses, of which she had not moved, began to fill the house. She had brought in flowers from the garden and used her parents credit cards to even buy them from the store when they'd run out to combat the stench. It only worked so much, but now that the house looked like a greenhouse, at least that was some form of distraction. She knew she should feel sad or guilty, but she only felt numb, she waited for the adrenaline to go down, but even when it did she still felt numb. She'd have to wait for the guilt to set it. In an act of desperation to rid the place of the stench she had cover the bodies in flowers. They were pretty, like flowerbeds. They covered up the smell some, too. The school was under the impression that Sara was sick, which was not untrue, but she could only send emails posing as her parents so long before someone would inevitably check in on her. So she did the only thing she could do, and returned to school. She hadn't seen Cindy in a while anyway. She was looking forward to having a little chat about what had transpired between them a few weeks prior. So she returned. She got some questions on where she had been, her answer remained constant “just very sick”, if you're going to lie, you may as well keep your story straight. So that's what she did, she couldn't shake the impending feeling of doom that rose from her gut to her chest when those familiar arms wrapped around her, though. “Sara!” Cindy's voice came like razor blades to her ears, mixed with rubbing sweet sugar into the wounds “I was wondering where you were!” Sara gave the same answer as always, she was about to retreat home for lunch before seeing the familiar head of long brown hair sweep through the halls. Not any greeting, not even any kind of acknowledgement. Just a blank face. Whatever possessed Sara to follow her could be damned to hell for all Sara cared, as she followed Cindy into the supply closet. Cindy's slim fingers wrapped around the edges of the ladder in the corner as she slowly pulled it over to rest under the opening in the ceiling, still not acknowledging Sara, despite clearly being able to see her. She climbed the ladder, pushed up on the trapdoor, and pulled herself through. Onto the roof. The cold air assisted Sara’s face as she dragged herself through as well, standing up and walking over to where Cindy stood, teetering on the edge of a 3 story drop. back facing Sara as she approached closer. “I knew you would come” Cindy spoke, her voice was emotionless as ever. “Don't you see?” She turned her head and torso to face Sara from over her shoulder, with her feet unmoving as she teetered more dangerously, her green eyes wide and pupils thin. “He's coming to kill me, I got away, so he's going to kill me” “Who are you talking about?” Sara asked, though she had a feeling she already knew. “You know who, you see him too.” Cindy didn't look at her, but seemed she could see if Sara were to run “he watches you, I escaped so I thought, if I stayed close to you, you would protect me” she finally looked at Sara, eyes wide and crazed as she seemed to stare at nothing and everything at the same time. “He doesn't want to take you for himself, so I was sure you’d protect me” “So you were using me, is that what you mean?” Sara asked, Cindy stared blankly, it was then that Sara noticed the crowbar that Cindy now clutched in her hands, Sara wasn’t scared anymore, not really, if she was about to die, might as well take one more person Down with her. Cindy lunged at her, Sara dodging out of the way and trying to run past her, she stopped, catching her balance on the edge of the roof. Turning around she saw Cindy spun around and lunge at her again,catching her fists in her hands Sara pushed back, no strategy could get her out of this one, it was a battle of pure strength and Sara was rapidly losing. Suddenly, Sara felt herself falling, her right hand tightened on the fists that pushed her and her left reached out to try and grab something, meeting the fabric that made up Cindy’s shirt. She gripped on, hoping that Cindy, through whatever trance she was in, would catch her balance and not let her fall, she held her breath. And a feeling of weightlessness came over her in the brief moment that she was falling, clutching onto Cindy, somehow their position was turned around and Sara felt the cold air hitting her face, she was falling, then, she heard a sickening crunch and felt pain shoot through her as she fell on top of the broken body that used to belong to her friend. With that, it was all over. She was bound to die, surely, she felt her consciousness leave her body and when she woke up, she was in a dull hospital room. She had to get out, of was only a matter of time before they found out that she was the one who killed her parents, strangely, the guilt still hadn’t set in. Was that cause to worry? Probably not. The fiery rage that built up inside her all these years had finally been released on three of the closest people in her life, she was in the clear, or at least, she would be once she got out of this place. There was no cause to panic. No need to be scared. Not even the tall man who continued to watch her. He was still there after all He would always be there.

#The Bloody Rose #my oc #original character #Creepypasta oc #oc backstory #oc ref sheet

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A Premonition of Love-Chapter 10

Hi Babes! That week long hiatus did me good, I hope the wait was ok for you, lol. Here is the real chapter 10. It’s a special day, and in a moment I’ll share my SOTT memory as @emulateharry tagged me to! thank you so much for the beta, Char! Thank you @bleedinglove4h and @dirtystyles for everything, for a year!

Thank you to everyone still with us, we are nearing the end of our little happy story! Mwah- Enjoy!

Chapter 10-Isshokenmai

“God dammit!" Ada cursed under her breath and hoped Harry didn't hear it.

It's not exactly that the words would indicate he had won. He knew that she had been stressed, all caps, since they came back from Kyushu. He wanted to help her alleviate that stress in his very Harry ways. Solicitous and thoughtful, full of intent, his ways always were. Like he'd relieved her again and again while they were filming on the island location. But that was a different kind of pressure.

She may have been lightly stressed at the Onsen, but production went well, and Harry had her feeling very relaxed. Repeatedly. He'd been trying to recapture her languid openness since they got back to Tokyo.

It had been fleeting, situational and geographical.

She'd made it back to Tokyo and immediately started having trouble with her lighting union.  Then there was a flu going through the catering peeps which was a nightmare. Ada delegated, but as the boss at the top, all of it wound up on her plate a some point, or at least the back of her mind.

It was all slowing them down, and now more that ever she felt like they could have a nouveau classic on their hands. However, the Elvis scene seemed intrinsic to that distinction. Ada had a rewrite to include it all ready to film. But they had to make up the time they'd lost to when Harry was more Babe Ruth than Ted Williams; some great takes, but lots of strikeouts to get to them. Now he was giving her frequent doubles and triples, occasional grand slams, on and off set. It was not enough though, they were still behind. The sickness and the Union issues where making her pissy.

Currently, Harry was in his scene, and he was doing well. He'd loaded the bases for sure, but she needed a triple so they could move on.  When he was pressured he got anxious and she was too anxious to give him the feedback and patience he needed. She was a shitty base coach right now.

The first several scenes had homes smoothly, bits of dialogue laid flat and well. They'd been having trouble for the last hour though.

"Ada, Ms. Scott." Well, Harry hadn't called her that, in public, before. "Can we step off set and chat? I'm having trouble here." He gestured by the trailers and she sighed and got up, followed him to the more secluded area.

"What's up Harry? You're doing fine. Let's get it done." She was impatient and had one foot pointed toward where he stood politely, and one back to the scene they were working on.

"I know I'm doing fine." He gave her a look. "You aren't. You're vibrating, and not like last night from the lelo." She didn't laugh at his vibrator call back. "What's up Ada?" He put his hand on her shoulder, the only comforting touch she would accept, though maybe a step too far, on set.

"Nothing. I'm fine!" She asserted. He was quiet. She sighed. "I'm fine, really, it's alright. We just have so much to finish. And well, I'm sick of bitching about it. The only way out is through. So let's go get it done." She started to go and he caught her hand. "C'mon Harry." She shook him off. He was so sweet, that face, but not discreet. And they needed to be working.

"Smokes!" He dropped her hand and put both of his up. "Sorry! Ada, you're putting everybody on edge. You gotta calm down. Let's take a break. A couple hours. You can go for a run, or eat or....." he grinned at her. That would calm her ass right down.

"Styles?" She had one brow up and if she wasn't so beautiful the look could be called a snarl. "There is absolutely no way we have time for a two hour break. Half the kitchen is sick, which means my crew and cast are next and the union....." she kept talking, her tension about to boil over.

She could feel herself getting emotional. She wasn't a crier, not for sadness usually, but she did when she was really mad or frustrated. Hated when anybody saw, which of course made her more frustrated, and the tears would come out like diamonds from tectonic movements, slowly with great pressure. They had to get this scene and get it right now! She was just about to lash out when she watched Harry's head swivel around like a squirrel on the defense and then his mouth was on her.

God! He tasted...he tasted like mint, because he jawed at gum like he channeled all the insecurity he bottled up into his Wrigley strips. There was a piece of it in his mouth when he opened for her and she slipped her tongue to retrieve it. She forgot herself and her day and her place. He made her feel like that. Made her forget her early mornings, forget she would pay for late nights, was paying for late nights, forget that they were on a tight schedule and under a microscope from the studio. This whole thing was a gamble and she would gladly bet the house on his pony anytime he put some part of him on her, especially if that part was his mouth. He had her in his arms, and she nestled in for just a moment and burrowed her face into his neck and took a giant sniff to fill her nostrils with the smell that had come to linger in her bathroom.

She heard a noise and startled away from her boyfriend. Holy hell? Was Harry her boyfriend? Secret boyfriend? She looked up at him, and his brow was earnest and she almost smoothed it with her thumb before she heard a PA coming for them.  Ada jumped back.

"We can't take a break, Harry." She nodded, assured herself that she was right. She was always right. He bit his lip and gave her something like agreement.

"Tonight - we need to get you relaxed though." He said and smiled at the runner as she walked by. The girl tittered and Ada had to smile. She had no idea. Ada was tittering inside, she just had a hard boiled public face.

"I don't know how to relax. Not until we are done. I want this to be so good, and I've become convinced it's the Elvis scene, you singing, that will single it out. We just..."

"So we do the scene. We will get there Ada, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Crybaby."

"Crybaby?" She saw he didn't know that movie, they'd have to change that. "I can promise that, I will give my best, which you know is very good." He smirked. "And then we will find the time, it's one scene."

"Um, no, we have to have a transition, not a hard cut; a flow into the scene. It kinda makes a whole new ending to the movie, but I think it could be the difference between this being another remake or rom com and being a beautiful homage.  While being a piece that stands on its own, But the producers - I'm not sure who they think they are risking it all on, you or me - but they aren't budging. I don't think they are willing unless it's basically no consequence to them. Though Jocelyn had heart eyes on the Skype call - mmphf."

He pushed his mouth against her again. And she fell into it, again. This time, rather than flavor, all she could feel was the sensation of her lips yielding to his.  When she was about to submit enough to count the surfaces of his tongue, she pulled out of the kiss. Their lips smacked wryly when she broke the suction.

"Are you going to make this a habit, the kissing to shut me up thing?"

She wasn't sure how she felt about it. Well, she loved kissing him, but him kissing her on set?

"Well, you get going and your anxiety just ratchets up. But when I kiss you," he gently ran a finger over her shoulder. "It stops the nerves and these come down." Then he quickly chucked her chin and sighed. "If it's just another movie, we will get praise for that, just not awards. And the feedback from the internet and 'them' will be scathing, but short lived. It will be alright. If we get the scene, amazing. Ada, we can make a good movie, maybe a great one, but only if you chill."

She watched him do that stare thing he did when he was connecting. It worked a charm. He might be a far. Did the Japanese have a version of that? The charm worked on her now, maybe not a month ago, but she took a big inhale and felt her tension leaking out. Not all of it, there was a definite set to her shoulder that she knew was going to stay until they wrapped, probably even through press if she couldn't realize her vision. But, he made it better

Harry felt a little out of his depth. Ada was both the cause of his recent bouts of anxiety and the cure. He assumed she could say something similar about him. Though maybe frustration over anxiety in her case. Whatever was making her wind up like a toy, unable to whirl joyously, was only adjacent to him. He was involved, but he was doing well, and they had made great progress. She was fixated on her new creative vision. Couldn't see the forest for newly developed trees. He could relate - he'd been there.

One day, Jeff Bhasker had to pull him out of the studio. He'd been plowing away at a fun song. Harry had been sure that the album needed a light moment, he was still convinced of that, years after the fact. Trouble was, Harry hadn't had much fun. He was creatively fulfillled and doing what he loved, but he hadn't performed, he hadn't gone out, he hadn't been to a show, and he hadn't fucked in a really long time.

He'd been creating, but not doing anything worth writing about.

Jeff had driven him to a liquor store, grabbed tequila and taken him to a beach. They'd drank and wound up swimming like dolphins. Then the next night Jeff, the original, had sent him on a date with a friend of Cam's Harry had fancied the picture of.

It was fun, and young, light. And it helped him. He wrote something that he loved that captured the possibility and a personality. He didn't see the girl again, but he was thankful, to her and good friends and inspiration. Ada needed that.

He watched her the rest of the day. She called cut a ton, and he watched her drink matcha like it was her job. By 3:30 she ordered herself a coffee.

Uh oh.

He had to give her a new focal point long enough for her main one to come into focus. But, really, much as he'd watched her, and apart from knowing how to take her apart in the bedroom, they were new. He might not know her well enough, yet. What would help her, best and fast.

He thought about Ada, went to his trailer and thought about her like a friend - not someone he was trying to woo. What would make her smile, despite her anxiety, despite herself? He thought about little things she'd mentioned, phone calls he accidentally eavesdropped, her music, and stuff on her walls from when they'd continued sharing personal pictures beyond embarrassing adolescent snapshots.

Ah! He knew, she'd made mention of her tactics a couple times, her relaxation ones. Then, if the platonic ones worked, he'd introduce his own technique.

Well, he'd implied those earlier, so they were guaranteed.  They were tested and approved.

He checked with Jeff, got a vote of confidence, and headed back to the hotel room. They'd consolidated when they came back from Kyushu. They were only using one. His was slightly bigger, he'd l silently been smug. Harry had raised an eyebrow and her pupils touched the crown of her head in response. Her eye rolls were impressive.

He laughed. She laughed at him. He loved her throaty laugh. Her throaty voice. He was pretty sure he loved her. He'd certainly fallen, right into their possibilities. Maybe more.

Harry liked to spoil people. It drove his mom crazy when he did it with money. But she loved gestures, he'd gotten really good at gestures.

Time for a grand slam.

He felt completely ready by the time he expected her. Was bored and chilly an hour later, asleep when he heard the door go at 8:30.

He shook out of his sleep. Was glad he had that ability to sleep and wake on command. It served him as well on tour and filming Dunkirk as right now.

He swished his way over to the door, with the wine that was now very aerated and the room service menu. He had the kitchen on standby with her favorites cued.  She just had to pick and he'd send the message, voila.

"Buenas tardes, Señorita!" Harry said brightly and checked his face in a reflective surface. His painted on mustache was still curled and unsmudged. "Welcome to Casa Surreal!"

"Are those my panties?" Ada interrupted his little speech.

"Well, right now they are mine. But I'm only borrowing them. I'll be sure to launder them before I give them back. Now come on Señorita, come in. We have and evening of entertainment before us!"

"Why are you speaking rudimentary Spanish?" She was smiling at his absurdity at least, he liked that. She reached forward and slipped her fingers beneath the suspenders he'd connected to the brightest thong of hers he could find.

Oh, he liked that.

"What's with the suspenders?" Ada snapped one and it hit his nipple and he was afraid they were gonna skip all his preparations and go straight to the main course or dessert. He was certainly feeling appetized.

"I thought they made the outfit!" He stepped back to show her his pink panties and black suspenders and the Calvin he thought of as his cowboy boots. "Don't you like them?" He liked the way her eyes climbed over him like he was a robust tree.

"Oh, I like them!" She raised an attractive brow after she glanced at his crotch in her inadequate lacy thong. "We both seem to like them! That what the get up is for?"

"No. Though I'm glad we both LIKE my outfit! Let's look at yours." he steered her along to the ensemble he had in the bedroom.

Half an hour later, he'd filled in her eyebrows and sat her at an easel and turned on the tv. Her wine was at her elbow. His was in his hand.

"Here's to creativity!" He saluted and she adjusted her flower crown and gave him a winged smile. He could see the Atlian weight had fallen off her scapula for a time.

"We're painting?" She had been trying to guess his plans for a while.

"Why yes Ms. Kahlo, we are painting!"

"I don't know how to paint. I wish I did. It was like a dream of mine at one point, actually. I feel like you've exposed one of my inadequacies here." He notes her fake laugh. "I started exploring other creative fields when I failed at painting. Those who can't, direct." He could tell she was talking in a happy voice but saying something sad. That was one of his favorite writing tricks. Heartbreak, but make it a bop.

Harry stopped setting up the Netflix to check her face. There were kernels of doubt he'd have to heat up so they popped and he could devour her insecurities with truth later. But not right now. She was still smiling. She was still with him, buying into his lost weekend mentality. Even if they only had a couple hours. He was going to provide a great distraction, and relax her very tightly wound self, so they could get the scene she wanted. He wanted.

They wanted.

"Well, luckily," he dimpled gleefully, then crossed his eyes to make her laugh, it came from so deep in her neck it warmed his belly. Her laugh he'd always call up, no matter their outcome and into their possible forever. "I've got us a teacher."

He hit play on the episode he liked best.

"Oh my god!" We're those tears in her voice? Shit, big misstep. But she didn't looked anguished. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" Harry asked as he swished his way to the table top easel and sat as close as possible to her, in case these weren't tears of joy, while giving room for painting. He was wondering if he could paint her. Probably not. The show taught mountains and woods he thought.

"That I love Bob Ross! That's what I watch when I need to decompress!" She looked like she had found a treasure; he knew he had.

"Didn't." He shook his head. "I just, well, I thought you could laugh at me and we could do that painting and wine thing my mum loves together, but we can't go out, not really, not like, discreetly. So I figured I would make it fun here, and get really comfortable!" He raised his eyebrows to amuse her. Her painted unibrow danced while she chuckled. "And there is no one to teach us. But Jeffrey, a high strung individual if I've ever seen one, introduced me to Bob Ross. I turned up at his house and he was coming off a bad day watching this in his boxers. I took all the piss out of him. But, like, he was right, it's soothing. Thought he could teach us and chill us out."

"Yes, great plan." She kinda flounced. Ada didn't flounce. God he was charmed.

"I also have some edibles, but that was absolutely a last hope, because I'm fairly certain we will go to sleep much earlier than I'd like."

"Oh, yeah, no, no edibles for me, for us." She snapped his suspenders. "I wanna paint and then put these to use!" She made big eyes at him.

"Yeah, like what kind of use?" He leaned in to steal a kiss.

"Nope, not happening Styles." She shook her head and took up a paint brush. "I have some learning to do." She brushed black paint between his brows. A brow to match hers.

Harry felt his heart speed up and he got his brush ready. Caught her chin in his hand. A moment later he sighed,  "Stop smiling! I can't paint your face like that!" He flashed his arms up.

Bob talked in the background, made happy little trees and happier accidents. But Harry and Ada's paint wound up more on each other. Ada complained she didn't learn anything new. Harry told her that was definitely not true from his trussed up position on a chair.

And by the end of the night, Harry's suspenders wound up around Ada's wrists too, bound at her low back with her bent over the couch end.

They both had inch and a half wide marks on their asses by morning too. Suspenders were inspiring.

It would have made Ada's director's chair much more uncomfortable, if she wasn't so damn relaxed!

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[emotionally-imbruised]

Picture This // Perfect

Oh look, another song inspired blurb. *Owen Wilson voice* Wo0w.  

Picture This: Harry being away for quite some time, and he surprises you after you’ve had a terrible day with an insanely sweet gesture; creating the perfect (lol) reunion, with an extra little surprise.

“I don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight.”

“I miss you petal,” Harry’s groggy voice sounds through your laptop; his image glitching out slightly due to the poor connection of the Skype call the two of you are in the midst of.

“Don’t do that,” you tell him firmly, and shake your head; thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve seen your boyfriend in person. “You’re going to make me cry, H.”

“You know that’s not my intention,” he replies soothingly. Although it’s not the most precise picture; you can see his tired eyes soften as they look at you. “M’just telling you how I feel.”

“I know,” you whisper and look away slightly, trying to blink back the tears that prick your eyes. Your gaze wanders around the large master bedroom you’re currently sat in, not being able to fight the feeling of being extremely small. This is all new to you still, and it’s throwing you off.

You’ve always been well aware of the different properties Harry owns in various places, but when he suggested the two of you move into his newly bought home on the outskirts of London more permanently rather than the apartment you’s have shared for years; it made you a little uneasy. Harry still owns the apartment, and you'll stay there from time to time as the house is being worked on, for at least a few more months before making the full move. The house is obviously lovely, as Harry plans to allow a lot of time for it to get renovated to his liking, but it just feels so empty when you’re the only one in it. 

 The apartment feels different than this. It’s so much smaller, and you are entirely comfortable there. However, you and Harry did slowly start to move, and spent a total of one week living here together before he had to leave; it just wasn’t enough time for you to adjust, and it’s made you miss him even more. Almost making you want to just stay at the apartment until he was back. 

“Y/N?” His voice asks softly; breaking your train of thought as you move your gaze back to him. “You alright, love? You seem a bit down.”

“Just miss you a lot is all,” you mumble in response, but he looks at you knowingly. “The house feels empty without you here.”

“And what else?” He presses, as you let out a sigh. 

“I’ve just had a bad day,” you start, and he motions for you to continue. “It seems like everything that could possibly go wrong today, did, and it just got real old real quick. It’s now 5:00pm here, and I wanted nothing more than to come home and cuddle with my boyfriend, but I can't do that because he's in another country. Now Y/F/N is on her way here to come drag me out of the house, to somewhere I really don't want to go too; and now I just really want to curl up into a ball and do nothing, but I can’t do that either.”

“Oh, bub,” he replies sadly, as his face on the screen freezes momentarily. “M’sorry you're having a bad day, I wish I could be there to help make it better.”

“It’s ok, you're working, making a new album... and I'm just whiny,” you explain and watch as it appears he’s walking through a crowded area of people, the voices in the background sounding fairly loud as he does so. “I’m also just crampy and sad seeing as it’s that time of the month y’know? Also, where even are you?”

“Uh, just had to run out to grab some things,” he stammers, and you raise your eyebrow questionably. “But listen, I have to go. I love you so much, and will talk to you soon.”

“I love you to-,” you start but the call ends, and you just stare at your reflection on the now black laptop screen. “... Good talk.” 

You let out another sigh when a text message lights up your phone from your best friend saying she’ll be over to pick you up in an hour and to dress nicely. A groan leaves your mouth at the thought of having to put the effort in your appearance, but nonetheless, you roll out of bed and head to the washroom to get ready. 

“You know,” Y/F/N speaks up from the driver's side of her car; an hour and a half later from when she initially texted you. “It wouldn’t kill you to act a little excited to be spending time with your best friend.” 

“I am excited,” you retort. “You know I love hanging out with you... I just feel off.”

“Hmm,” she hums in response, and you glance at her sideways. “May I ask if Harry has anything to do with you feeling off?”

“Harry has everything to do with me feeling off,” you grumble and sink into your seat. “I don't know, I really have no right to complain; it just sucks having to share him with the world sometimes. But geez listen to me, I sound like that spoiled girlfriend some of the tabloids try to make me out to be... Just forget I said anything.”

“Y/N,” she starts and pulls into a parking lot located around the corner from the restaurant the two of you agreed to go to for dinner. She puts the car in park and quickly moves to look at you disapprovingly. “Quit your moping, would you?”

You stare at her for a second and raise your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, was that your attempt at making me feel better?”

“Ok, maybe that came out wrong,” she reasons, and you just shake your head. 

“Ya think?”

“JUST let me finish,” she whines, as you wait for her reasoning. “What I meant to say was, it’s ok to miss Harry... hell, we all know he misses you too. It’s also ok to be sad because you miss him, so quit acting like those feelings aren’t valid when you talk about them. It’s all part of being human.”

“Wow, deep,” you joke, and she scoffs. 

“Oh, shut up. I’m trying to make you feel better, I know you had a shit day,” She groans dramatically, and you laugh. 

“I appreciate it,” you tell her honestly. “And no offense, but I really don’t want to stay out too long... I love spending time with you, but I just really want my bed.”

“None taken,” she replies and reaches down to grab her purse; before preparing to exit the vehicle. “I can only deal with your sulky ass for so long anyway.” You roll your eyes at her words, and both climb out of the car to make way to the restaurant. 

About two hours later, and more than a few drinks; you and your best friend sit in a booth laughing your asses off at the most random and stupidest things. Y/F/N hasn’t been drinking since she’s driving, but you’ve been more than accepting of the drinks she slides your way as you reminisce about past experiences together. 

“But you know what,” you slur slightly, and hiccup; causing her to laugh. “I think you planned this... you just wanted to get me drunk, so I’d stop moping. I’m onto you and your conspiracies, Y/F/N.”

“Maybe,” she chuckles and slides away from your half-full glass of wine; replacing it with a tall glass of water. “I wanted you to loosen up a bit, yes, but 100% forgot how much of a lightweight you are.”

“Cutting me off already?” You ask and take a long sip of water as she responds to a text on her phone. “Wait. Who are you texting?”

“No one,” she replies smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Pfft some best friend you are,” you mutter, and continue sipping on your drink. “Is it a boy? A girl? Tell me.” 

“Can’t. It’s a surprise,” she states, and you let out a dramatic groan. “Oh, get over yourself. Finish up your water, there’s more in the car, I’m taking your drunk ass home.”

“Buzzkill,” you murmur, but oblige to her requests. 

Soon, the two of you are parked outside the large house; and you feel the resentment of not wanting to go back into the empty space. “You’ll be fine, Y’N,” Y/F/N speaks up from her seat. “Just go in there, and I'm sure you’ll feel a lot better.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You question defensively. “And a-are you sure you don't want to stay over? We can make popcorn and watch Netflix, and-.”

“I’m positive,” she cuts you off, and you frown. “And you’ll know why once you get in there. Now go on, get outta here.”

“Weirdo,” you mutter as you climb out of the car. “Whatever you say.”

“Stop being so extra,” she says with another laugh. “Have a good night love, call me in the morning.”

“Will do,” you tell her with pursed lips, before shutting the car door, and making your way towards the front door go the house. The alcohol has definitely worn off a bit by now, but you still feel the buzz as you struggle to get your keys into the door, and unlocking it. Once you get the door open, you turn around to wave your friend goodbye as she disappears down the street; before tossing your keys into the little bowl on the table beside the entrance, and closing the door so you can lock it, and finally head to bed. 

You kick your shoes off and prepare to go upstairs, but a soft flickering light illuminating from down the hallway catches your attention. Did you forget to blow out a candle you lit earlier? You don’t know, so you decide to go investigate. 

You approach the kitchen to find the small flames of two tea light candles lit randomly on the floor on both sides of the doorway; however, that’s not the only thing out of the ordinary. Further into the kitchen is more pairs of tea lights flickering together, all perfectly spaced out from each other with rose petals scattered on the floor around them. 

“What the?” You ask yourself as you follow the little makeshift path leading around the large kitchen island, and towards the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. As you reach the doors, you find one to be slid open slightly, as Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’ starts playing from the speakers throughout the kitchen and backyard. Still insanely confused, you push the door open a bit more, and look out onto the deck; only to be met with a scene you’ve only ever witnessed in movies or even your dreams. 

Outside, the song continues playing as you glance around at the twinkling fairy lights hung up, as well as a certain man standing there with a single rose. “Hey petal,” Harry says with a giant grin on his face, as you choke back a sob. He steps towards you, and you go to step onto the deck; only to forget about the slight drop, and are quick to lose your footing. Harry, however, is at you in an instant and snakes his arm around your waist to keep you from falling; causing him to smirk even more. “Someone’s had a bit too much to drink, yeah?”

“Y-you’re really here,” you state in disbelief, as you place your hand on his cheek, and gently rub your thumb over the stubble that’s trying it’s best to grow. “How?”

“A lot of secret planning,” he explains, as he straightens you up, and starts swaying the two of you to the music. “And help from, well, everyone really. Had to keep it a secret from you somehow.”

“This isn’t real,” you tell him and shake your head as you lean against his chest. 

“Not real, hmm?” He asks amusedly as he places his hand gently under your chin, and moves your head back up, so your eyes connect with his green ones. He then leans down to meet your lips with the softest, most tender kiss you've ever experienced. “How about now?”

“Still feels like a dream,” you hum, and he smiles. You wrap your arms around his middle and pull yourself against him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you more, bub,” he argues as he places a kiss on top of your head, and continues slow dancing. 

“Your back so soon though,” you start, and move your head from his chest again. “I thought you wouldn't be home for at least another week. Did something come up?”

“Yeah, something did actually,” he begins to describe as he moves away from you. You look at him curiously as he puts his hand in his back pocket, and leaves it there. “There was something I wanted to do before I left for California, but kinda chickened out on doing.”

“Well, what was it?” You ask and cross your arms unsurely. 

“This,” he smirks, and moves his hand away from his pocket; holding a small black box. His eyes remain focused on you as he kneels down onto one knee and opens the little box to reveal a shiny diamond ring inside of it; causing your breath to hitch. The tears instantly pool in your eyes, and you gasp; stepping back slightly as you move your hands up to cover your mouth. “Y/N, you've been my everything for the past five years now, and you always will be. But anyway, if it wasn’t obvious already; I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't want there to be a single day that goes by where you feel like you’re alone, especially when I’m away. So what do you say about becoming m’wife?”

“You’d be crazy to think I’d say anything other than yes,” you tell him, and step towards him; leaning down so your lips can meet again. He stands up, and slides the ring onto your ring finger all without breaking away from the kiss; only pulling away a moment later, as you move to wipe away your now running mascara, letting out another sob as you do so. “I probably look awful now because of you.”

“Nope,” he disagrees and pulls you towards him again. “You look absolutely perfect.” He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and kisses your lips again as the two of you sway to the last bit of Ed’s song. 

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