#yeah so this made me both upset because i mean it was just fucking rude and unprompted

[threadmonster]

Anyone else have a complicated gender experience? I don't know how to elaborate on what prompted this. But. I don't know. At this point I wish to present on a androgynous/masc spectrum. But I also do not wish to be loudly misgendered that someone thought I "was a male." And that just happened. So I feel very very very dysphoric now. But in a conflicted way that I just don't know how to explain well! I just know I want my binder ಥ‿ಥ

#{domino talks} #genderqueer #yeah so this made me both upset because i mean it was just fucking rude and unprompted #but also just hyper aware of my whole physical existence #because i don't think about it much but i am actually very uncomfortable with my physical existence #even if I don't associate myself with being a man or male or however you want to label that #which this have made me realize that the reason i really wish i was able to lose weight #is because i felt A LOT less dysphoric before i gained weight #and so that and more whole fucked up experience at that college giving me food and diet related trauma #has me with BAD disordered eating #along with my severe repulsion to food that no one has taken concern for #yeah so i don't know GENDER IS STUPID AND I WANT TO JUST BE A BADASS RAT THANK YOU

[euaphora]

Can you make an enemies to lovers story with megumi ×reader (slow burn / actually enemies)

summary: everyone thinks you guys hate each other from all the arguments you always have but are secretly fucking.

Everything he said always sounded dumb, irrelevant or made absolutely no sense. You thought the worst about him, the things he’s probably done to other girls, the amount he’s probably played.

Although, he though the same about you. Expect instead of a player, he thought you were a slut. The outfits you wore always made you look so good, but what if you only wear them to get fucked in them? He thought about that a lot.

Both of you met through mutual friends, gojo, he had insisted for you to meet but as soon as you saw him you picked up on the fuckboy vibes. Same thing with you, he saw you wearing a skirt that would have been confused with a belt and shook his head.

Couple weeks passed, everything seemed fine but you two, why did you guys have to argue about everything?

“You can’t just be rude to her, fushiguro!” You demand. He smiles at your comment, “I’m not gonna’ be giving some random girl my number either, especially when I don’t even know her.”

“Yeah but did you have to say, “get away from me bro.” like there was many other ways to regret someone.” Gojo interrupted, turning to look at Geto microwaving some popcorn. “I wouldn’t let that slide, gumi.” Suguru smiles, popping popcorn in his mouth.

“This isn’t even any of your guy’s problem, so stay the fuck out...” He says, walking towards his room, hallway making skipping sounds. “Can’t even fucking admit to it.” You called out, not realizing you had accidentally said it out loud and not in your head.

He pauses for a minute, only turning his head around and smiles. He looks straight again and open the door to a room, quickly shutting it loudly. You quickly cover your mouth and widen your eyes, “Fuck.”

“Fuck!” You groan out, hands hugging a random pillow he had displayed on his bed, gripping it while holding onto it for dear life.

After the other boys left, megumi called you into his room. You already knew you were fucked the second you got a look from him. “Take as seat.” He demands, pointing towards the bed. You slowly go up to him but before you can even sit down, he pulls you in from your waist and towers over you.

Slipping his veiny cock over and over inside your cunny, he teasingly runs his fingers over your sensitive clit, “didn’t i fucking warn you last time? why can’t you get that through your fucking,” he pulls your hair back into a mess ponytail with his hands, “ pretty little head, hm?”

He didn’t get a response, making him upset but smile with the way you kept fucking your way onto his dick like a little bunny in heat. You feel a quick but hard slap lands on your ass, making you jump forward. “I’m sorry, please…just feels too good.” You point out, body falling forward.

You feel your hair stick to your forehead from the amount of sweat you were getting, megumi quickly pulls out and turns you around. He rams his cock inside you, watching your face wince at the no longer empty feeling you had a second ago. “Too tired already, baby?

“Please, just let me cum, gumi!” You pant out, holding onto his biceps for support, biting you lip to hold back your loud moaning. “I can’t let you, sweetheart, you’ve been bad all day.”

“But you were mean-”

“Yeah because I didn’t want that girls number, you know that.” He slows down, creasing your face while giving you a big smile.

#euaphora #jjk megumi #megumi smut #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk smut #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #megumi x you #megumi imagine #toji smut #geto smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo saturo #gojo saturo smut #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji

[imaginidol]

Hongjoong: The Dressing Room

!!mentions of NSFW!! 18+!! Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with smut :) i have no idea why I even wrote this and I hope this is the last time I ever put something out like this into the world again. here’s a hongjoong ver. if you enjoyed the san ver. smut. I’ve also made a yunho ver. smut wooyoung ver. smut and a mingi ver. smut jongho ver. smut here :3

"Hongjoong?" You knock lightly against the door of the KQ artist's dressing room, holding a hot thermos of tea in one hand and turning the doorknob with the other.

"Come in," the boy calls, his eyes fixated on his phone screen as you approached him. He was calmly sitting at one end of the room, patiently awaiting your arrival.

"Here's the tea you asked for," you say, motioning the thermos toward him. "Careful, it's hot."

"That's fine," he shrugs, taking it from your hands. "Thank you."

You meant to leave the room after, but the slight tension made your feet feel like they were glued to the ground.

"Can I help you?" The boy annoyedly looks up from his phone, his eyes furrowing slightly at the sight of you.

"You're upset," you mutter, squinting your eyes at him. "Why?"

"I'm not upset," he says, putting his phone down and hunching over to place his elbows against the chair's arms.

"You can talk to me," you insist, leaning against the edge of a desk behind you. You and Hongjoong had been close friends at the company since you'd started working, and seeing him upset only raised your eyebrows in question.

"Fine," Hongjoong exhales heavily, reaching for his thermos. He takes a slow sip, then rubs his eyes in annoyance as he ponders over the words he wants to say. "I'm too stressed over this upcoming comeback, I found out my now-ex cheated on me, and I haven't been taking care of myself the way I should because of it all. I haven’t slept well in almost two weeks!"

"Damn," you scoff, Hongjoong flashing you a stern glare and wiping the snarky smile off your face.

"I'm sorry I'm being rude," he says, leaning back against his chair, placing a tired forearm over his forehead. "I'm just so fucking stressed."

"That's alright, as long as you don't hold it all in. It's good for you to let it out," you offer your warmest smile.

"Yeah?" He peeks from under his forearm, flashing you a smile. "I could use some of that, honestly."

"Venting?" you ask, nodding your head. "It's real good when you vent your frustrations."

"What? No, I was thinking of... nevermind," he smiles, tiredly closing his eyes and leaning back against the chair.

Your eyes light up and a small gasp escapes your mouth as a horrifying thought crosses your mind.

"What do you mean 'nevermind'? Now you've gotta tell me," you insist, nudging his shoe with your foot.

"You wouldn't be down like that if I did," he mumbled, hoping you wouldn't catch on.

"How would I know if you don't say it?"

He lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours, not saying a word.

"You're not down," he finally mumbles, lowering his arms and bringing them down against the chair's arms again. “So drop the subject.”

Your heart skips several beats as you notice his eyes grow slightly hooded, a deep hunger settling in far beyond his gaze.

You knew for a fact from Mingi that Hongjoong had liked you way before he had started dating his ex, and the only reason he hadn't pursued you was because you had some boyfriend already by the time you both had met. Now, though, your boyfriend was long gone out of your picture, and Hongjoong was, safe to say, back on the market as well.

Your thoughts on Hongjoong had changed slowly since your breakup. You loved the way he lead his group, the way he worked forcefully towards his projects, and the way you felt safe and cared for around him. Needless to say, you found him incredibly attractive and a total catch by all means possible. And now that he was allegedly single again, a few consensual advances wouldn’t hurt, would they?

You smile devilishly as you feel yourself walk up to the boy sitting in front of you, slowly leaning in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're not down, Joong," you dare, feeling yourself pull away from him as you drop the smirk off your face.

Hongjoong stares at you in a moment of disbelief, unable to immediately read the invitation you had just sent.

"Are you gonna say it, or should I clock out for the night?" you sneer, smiling nefariously as you watch the boy's eyes search you and your body for more invitations.

You take a step back and begin unbuttoning one of your blouse buttons, testing to see where he’d follow you next.

In a mere flash, he’s already standing over you with his curious hands around your waist.

“What are you doing?” He whispers, searching your eyes for more signs.

“Fuck around and… find out,” you stick your tongue out playfully at him. He makes no hesitation to shove you backwards, your ass bumping against the edge of the desk where you were leaning on earlier.

He lifts you on top of it, enclosing his mouth around your bottom lip, his hard fingers clenching your jaw as the echoes of several pencil holders and staplers were flung from the desk in the process.

"You don't know what you're in for, if you seriously wanna do this," he breathes hotly into your mouth.

He takes a moment to hold back from doing anything more, searching your face for any signs of possible regret and resign.

"So, you're saying you wouldn't wanna relieve your stresses?" you tease, pulling into his face and smiling into his lips.

"Fuck off," he sneers, tugging at the hem of your blouse and pulling it over your head.

In a few swift motions, your blouse and bra are flung somewhere across the room, followed by the wet echoes of shared, sloppy kisses bouncing off the plaster walls of the dressing room.

From his peripheral vision, Hongjoong turns his attention towards an L-shaped couch sitting at one end of the dressing room. He grabs and carries you by the hips, advancing towards one end he of the couch as he slammed your body into the plump cushions.

He leans over and traces a delicate line of soft pecks from your jaw to your breasts, nibbling gently against your skin as soft moans escaped your lips.

"Hongjoong," you breathe, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not fucking you if you can't keep quiet," he sneers, trailing another line of kisses from your chest down to your hips.

He began to unzip your slacks, quickly undressing you fully and bringing your legs to an outward stretch as far as they'd go.

He slowly dives his face in between your legs, and soon enough the gentle pushes of his tongue against your clit begin to set your nerves ablaze.

"Hongjoong, please," you moan as you feel his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, making swift, deep motions before proceeding to eat you out. You clench your jaw and outstretched your neck as far as you’d go, tugging fiercely against the cushions beneath you in a horny and wet despair.

"Fuck, you need to shut it," he growls, diving back into you as your groin dampened with every feel of his touch.

"Fuck you, Joong," you snap, grabbing ahold of his left hand off your waist and tugging at his fingers.“Use these!”

At the very least, the boy was obedient.

He quickly shoved his middle and index finger into his mouth before diving them deep between your legs, stroking back and forth in a steady rhythm inside of you. With each deepening stroke, you felt a wave of heat overtake your body as you so desperately wanted to plead for more. He reached to clasp your jaw with his free hand and clashed his hot mouth against yours, fingering you steadily with each moan you delivered for him.

The kisses could only muffle so much of your loud moaning, and eventually the precious sounds you’d made had gotten the best of him.

"Fuck," he moaned, roughly unzipping his jeans and stepping out of them and his boxers. He revealed a hardened member progressively leaking more and more as he began jacking himself off, eventually giving up after a couple desperate blows before deciding it was best to insert himself inside of you.

He placed his hands around your hips and proceeded to flip you on your stomach, plunging your head into a plump cushion with one hand while thrusting his hot member into your wet groin with the other.

"I told you to... fuck, keep quiet!" He couldn't resist the few moans escaping his own lips as he held onto your outstretched legs on both sides of him, the warm walls of your insides beginning to loosen with each push.

Your back arched farther out with each of his blows pounding deeper inside of you, your moans steadying as you bit desperately into the soft couch cushions beneath you. At this point, all sweat glands of your body had completely dampened every inch of you, and the boy behind you wasn’t far from the same fate, either.

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong," you cried out, the vivid hot tears now streaming down your face as you felt the throbbing sensation of the boy’s pounding member inside of you. At this point, Hongjoong had been concentrating so hard that he hadn’t noticed how far back he’d slid the couch against the wall behind it. With every hard thrust came a loud thump! as one end of the couch slammed repeatedly against the wall behind it.

"Hongjoong," you exhale as your body is set ablaze in hot sweat, irresistible groin pain, and your senses completely hightened. Your fists ball up tighter into the cushions surrounding you as you desperately sink your teeth deeper into the fabric.

I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m about to—

"Shut.. the.. fuck.. up.." Hongjoong breathes in between thrusts, scrunching his face towards the ceiling as he felt himself about to release.

In a quick, sudden instant, a loud, familiar echo erupts through the room as the doorknob turns and the door swings open, inside walking Wooyoung.

"Hongjoong, what's all the noise--SHIT!" the boy's face turns as pale as a ghost, and he immediately slams the door shut, the shadows of his feet under the doorway disappearing back down the hallway.

Your eyes unfocus hazily as you feel your body tightening up in shock, but the only reason Hongjoong didn't immediately stop at the interruption of his younger friend was because was already coming, and he was coming hard.

"Fuck it.. I'll.. I'll.. apologize.. to that.. fucker.. later," he groaned, feeling the final rushes of joy as he finally came inside you.

He defeatedly pulls out, warm fluids seeping all over your lower back. He sighs, looking up towards the ceiling for a short moment to take in the events of the last fifteen minutes. He pulls his black shirt over his neck to take it off, reaching towards a corner end table closest to him to grab an unopened water bottle.

You feel a soft wet cloth wiping you away as you realized Hongjoong had dampened his shirt with the water bottle. Once you were done, you giggled as he helped turn you over and began dressing you again, this time offering you one of his own t-shirts and sweatpants that he thankfully kept in a closet.

Thank fuck we're in my dressing room, he thought.

Once he made sure you were completely comfortable and clothed, he then proceeded to clean and dress himself up, too.

You smiled lazily as your eyes followed the tempered boy across the room, noting the drenched locks of dark wet hair curtaining over his forehead.

He walked back to the couch and plopped himself next to you, wearing a new shirt and sweatpants that he’d also pulled from his closet.

You comfortably reposition your bodies, placing your head warmly against his shoulder. As you crossed your legs, you wince at the raw feeling of Hongjoon’s imprint that still lingered inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tucking a gentle finger under your chin to turn your face as he placed a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Joong?" you look up from where you leaned against his shoulder, lazily running your fingers through his dampened hair.

"Hmmm?" he groggily looks down, fighting to keep his eyes awake.

"Do you... do you think we'll get in mega-deep trouble for this? And because of Wooyoung?"

Hongjoong scoffs, realizing he would need to have a gentle conversation with his younger friend after.

"That boy won't say a thing, I can promise you that," he whispers, leaning over to plant a soft kiss against your forehead. "Although next time, I'll make sure the door is locked."

"You mean you'd wanna do this again!? Here!?" you look up at him in disbelief, a sly grin threatening to cross your face at the mere thought of Hongjoong’s new method to relieve frustration again.

"I mean, unless you don’t want to end what you've just started, we don't have to," he smiled assuringly.

You frowned. "I didn't say I wouldn't want you all over me like that anymore," you grunt.

"Good," the tired boy grins mischievously, "because believe me, my life never stops stressing me the fuck out."

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ MORE — bakugo katsuki x reader. suggestive fluff. allusions to sex. reader's gender isn't mentioned. all characters written 18+. minors do not interact.

“i don’t mean to be rude, but can i ask why you’re still here?” you stare up at the ceiling, the unfamiliar warmth of a body lingering beside you. it’s a foreign feeling, but one you don't mind. though, you wouldn’t dare get used to it.

“what, you want me to leave?” bakugo speaks up from beside you. his voice rumbles and you can feel it against your skin. you didn’t even realize your arm was pressed against his.

“i never said that,” you clarify, turning to face him. blonde strands of hair stick to his forehead with sweat and crimson eyes stare back at you. it’s hard to tell what was brewing behind them, but whatever it may be is different than the lust you’re accustomed to seeing. “i’m just… surprised that you’re sticking around.”

“why?”

“because you never do.” you hope it doesn’t sound bitter, but you both know that it’s true.

“does that bother you?”

he sure is full of questions tonight. it isn’t usual for him to be so talkative, hell, he would likely be long gone by now if it were any other night. though, you’re far from bothered by his presence; the better word to describe it is… confused.

while you aren’t exactly thrilled that he typically wastes no time getting out of your bed and leaving your dorm, you understand why he’s made a habit of doing so. this thing going on between you both is nothing more than a friends with benefits arrangement. at least,  that’s what the two of you agreed to a couple weeks ago. you didn’t mind it at first, but with each passing hookup, your heart sinks deeper and deeper every time you hear the click of the door signaling his departure. but you can’t allow yourself to be upset about it; after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“no. i know what this arrangement is.” it isn’t healthy to suppress your emotions, you know that, but the last thing you want to do is humiliate yourself by confessing what are surely unrequited feelings. it wouldn’t hurt to be untruthful this once.

“does that bother you?” he repeats his question, though, it asks something else entirely.

“hm? what?”

“that we’re only friends with benefits.”

“why would it?” you shy away from the intensity of his gaze, looking to the wall behind him. did he somehow catch onto your growing feelings? could he feel what were meant to be absent strings beginning to him down? god, you knew something was up. why else would he still be here?

“so you’re still okay with us just hooking up?”

“yeah, of course.” it wasn’t supposed to come out as shaky as it did, but maybe your smile would hide the slip-up.

bakugo groans, pushing the damp hair back and off of his forehead, causing it to stick up haphazardly. you would have laughed if you weren’t so caught off guard by his reaction to your response. if anyone seemed bothered, it was him. “look, i can’t do this anymore.”

the small smile that was tugging at your lips falls upon hearing him. you thought your replies to all of his questions were enough to convince him that this wasn’t turning into something he clearly didn’t want it to. of course you wanted more, a real relationship with him, but you were more than willing to settle for the way things were if that meant you’d still have him around.

“this was a bad idea. i know we said that we’d keep things strictly physical but i’ve been lying to you and myself since the start. i’m fucking tired of trying to act like i don’t have feelings for you. but i understand if you don’t feel the same. and i’ll leave you alone if—”

“you like me?” it wasn’t your intention to cut him off so abruptly, but his hastily spoken words were taking an abnormal amount of time to process in your brain and you had to be sure you heard him correctly.

he frowns. “that’s what i just said, yeah.”

there’s a silence on your end before you speak up again. “really?”

“yes,” he firmly replies once more. his lips turn up but not in a smile—no, it’s closer to a smirk. “god, what’s wrong with you? you in some kind of post-sex haze or something?”

“shut up.” you can feel your cheeks warming in embarrassment at your less-than-called-for reaction. it isn’t that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, that couldn’t be more far off, but his actions in the past led you to believe that you were no more than someone he could blow off some steam with. so, if anything, your flustered state can be attributed to the fact that the man you had spent so long yearning for was just a hair’s breadth away—right within your reach. all that’s left to do is grab him.

“i don’t want you to leave.” you tentatively hold out your hand and it trembles, hovers, over bakugo’s face before making a home on the soft flesh of his cheek. your thumb brushes across his cheekbone and he leans into your touch. “i like you, too.”

“good,” he says, just above a whisper. his hand finds its way to yours, resting easily on top of it. in his years, bakugo had learned that being brazen wasn’t always in his best interest, but now, in this moment, it had worked out for him. it certainly wasn’t romantic and was far from anything he’d seen in those dumb movies about love, but it worked. and all that matters now is that he can call you his.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: my hero academia #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x you #mha x you #bakugo fluff #mha fluff #bakugo drabble #mha drabbles #bakugo scenarios #mha scenarios #bakugo imagine #mha imagines #𐙚 after hours

[gummy-bearz]

How about round two of danganronpa headcanons where girls are dating a delinquent that's usually mean but nice only to them and gets kinda shy and clingy with his girlfriend cause he loves her~ with Sayaka maizono,Miu iruma, Celestia ludenburg, Aoi asahina and Sonia nevermind.

I hope I'm not annoying with my requests. I just love how you write☺️☺️☺️

Miu Iruma / Celestia Ludenberg / Sonia Nevermind / Sayaka Maizono / Aoi Asahina with a delinquent S/O that’s mean but nice, clingy and shy with his girlfriend (part 2)

I was so excited to write a part 2 of this omg because I LOVED taking your last request because of how fun it was. reading this just made me happy because I’m glad that you enjoy the way how I write!! and you’re not bothering me at all, don’t worry!!! <3 (btw i hope this is not out of character omg)

- mod hiyoko

Miu Iruma

- She loved you especially for your badass, aggressive attitude! Miu didn’t care if you were rude to anyone, she just wanted someone like her!

- She would burst out laughing whenever you insulted someone- even if that person didn’t do anything wrong.

- Got into an argument? Nah, don’t worry. Miu’s there in the crowd cheering you on non stop.

“FUCK YEAH, S/O! KICK THEIR ASS!”

- She thought you were a tough delinquent until you two were alone…

- You hugged her, kissing her head tenderly.

- Miu was speechless, and her face turned bright red. She’s humbled!

- You two were both very shy.

- She couldn’t say anything- nothing but only a small mewl came out of her mouth. Miu never expected affection especially from someone like you…

- But of course The Gorgeous Girl Genius with the Golden brain would receive affection even from a delinquent!

Sonia Nevermind

- Sonia didn’t care that you were a delinquent- deep down she knew that you had a very gentle heart.

- She believes that there is good in everyone, so she never doubted you.

- Even if you had a bad reputation.

- But she was still concerned for your health, what if you get into deep trouble?

- If you ever got into a fight, Sonia would step in and stop it.

“Cease this bickering!”

- She was still very patient with you.

- And then one day, out of the blue…

- You held Sonia’s hand, squeezing it as you moved yourself closer towards her.

- It honestly took her a while to understand what was going on.

- She was extremely happy and lets out a small laugh- she knew that being patient with you would work.

- Sonia squeezes your hand back, giving you a smile.

Sayaka Maizono

- Sayaka worries for you constantly, she wants you to try to be a little more cautious with your actions.

- She tries to help you change your ways and become more of a sensible and better person.

- Sayaka gets upset when you’re mean to someone- she’d talk to you about your actions and apologize to that person later.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would try to diffuse the situation and stop you from fighting. Afterwards, Sayaka would talk to you to make sure you were okay!

- She would never doubt you though, she would still trust you completely even though you are very reckless.

- And then randomly, you hugged her- squeezing her all flustered.

- Sayaka let out a soft giggle, she thought you were adorable!

- She squeezed you back while continuing to giggle.

(ugh I love Sayaka sm!!!)

Celestia Ludenberg

- The idea of a delinquent boyfriend makes Celeste’s skin crawl. But ever since she got with you, she didn’t really care anymore.

- At some point in the relationship, Celeste did try to mold you into the most perfect, respectful gentleman.

- She didn’t really care after that.

- If you were ever mean to someone, she would just sigh and not do anything. As long as it doesn’t involve her, she doesn’t care.

- Literally the definition of “I pretend I do not see it”. Celeste will literally just sit and drink her tea looking all pretty while you bully the shit out of someone.

- If you're fighting someone, she would just sit there and watch- basically enjoying the show.

- Damn, Celeste thought that you were honestly badass until you decided to hug her privately

- Celeste was shocked- she wasn't used to physical touch, especially not from someone like you...

- She sighed, and patted your back with a small smile on her face.

(girl doesnt know how to respond to affection.)

Aoi Asahina

- Like Celeste, Aoi did try to help you become a better person. But really, it was no use,

- She would always show her concern for you. Even if you could protect yourself, Hina would be there to keep you safe.

- At least she had someone who was brave and determined- she did admire you for that!

- Hina HATES when people insults others; if you were making fun of someone, she'd immediately step in and stop you.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would jump in and stop everything without thinking- even if it meant getting hurt.

- Like Sayaka, Hina still trusts you. Even for your stupid behavior.

- And when you decided to hug her...

- Aoi's eyes were SPARKLING- she squeezed you back, she thought you were the cutest thing EVER. Bonus points for you because she's a very cuddly person!!

#mod hiyoko #danganronpa #fluff #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #male reader #miu iruma x reader #miu iruma #sonia nevermind x reader #sonia nevermind #sayaka maizono x reader #sayaka maizono #celestia ludenberg x reader #celestia ludenberg #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader

[citadelsanchez]

Hey there

May I request a rick × a female short-tempered reader whose soft and kind, only with him and for him?

Thank you so much~

Heyoo. Ngl, I wrote this half asleep tbh and my brain would not give me any better ideas so I hope it's decent haha. Enjoy (:

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"I swear to Goddddd" you seethe, gritting your teeth and clutching the steering wheel.

You'd been stuck in traffic for a ridiculous amount of time, which was adding onto your anger from the hours before. There wasn't anything in particular that ruined your day, just the usual routine of rude customers at work, your one (and honestly only) friend pushing your buttons, and now shitty drivers making the way home insufferable.

Your almost-relationship also hasn't responded to your texts in 3 hours, which secretly made you want to scream although you'd never let it be known. He thrives off of your annoyance, there's no room for emotional vulnerability slips.

Which most people don't seem to expect from you anyway.

"You need to work on your friendliness," your manager quipped at you earlier. "Your happy tone is there but your face just looks flat and unamused constantly."

You'd just bit your tongue and refrained from saying that it's already a massive effort to keep from strangling most of those that come in everyday.

"Uh-huh, sure. So can I come over later when I get off?" You'd texted Rick, your aforementioned almost-relationship. You call it that because you've been seeing each other for a couple of months, but haven't put any labels on anything. They weren't really his thing; you guessed it came with the territory of being insanely intelligent. Nothing needed to be explained in his eyes.

You felt like the text came off as clingy, and assumed that it's why he didn't text back, which only made you feel worse. But oh, if you would have asked to sit on his cock, he would've texted back at the speed of light. Such an asshole.

You pull into your driveway now, getting out and slamming the car door. A nosy neighbor was on the sidewalk across from your house, mindlessly staring at you and the display of irritability.

You put your hands together to mimic a camera and pretend to click the top.

"Take a fucking picture, yeah?" You say and head inside. You don't mean to be so volatile and hot-headed, but in your humble defense, people truly drag it out of you.

You go into your bedroom and sigh, flinging your work clothes off to slip into casual pajamas and flop down on your bed.

"D-damn babe, judging by the way you toOOOK those clothes off, I'm assuming it wasn't a g-good day at work?" A voice says, making you screech as you had your eyes closed.

You look around the room to see Rick, stood in front of your closet, half smirking with portal gun in hand.

"Rick- fuck, don't scare me like that you massive cunt," you breathe out. You've told him that you're not a huge fan of him portaling into your personal space at random. But Rick being Rick, you might as well have been talking to the wall.

"T-tell me how it went, Ms. Grumps," he responds, walking over to sit on the bed with you. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as his scent fills your nose and the warmth of his body radiates beside you.

You bite your lip and look down, embarrassed at how often your rage consumes you. You also don't want him to notice that your body seems to naturally detox when he's around.

"Um, ya know, just the usual stuff. Which you would know if you had texted me back," you replied, a hint of both hurt and playfulness in your voice.

He stares at you for a second before he gently puts his hand on top of yours and clears his throat.

"Yeah I-I'm sorry about that, M-Morty and I got caught up on Flarbellion chasing t-these Robobros. Almost took my fucking h-hand" Rick says.

"Uh huh, I'm sure. I just missed you" you mumble, still feeling a little upset and being unable to hide it.

"Come on d-don't be whiney, I'm- your knight in shining armor is here now," he smirks again, leaning in to move a strand of hair out of your face and put a hand on your thigh.

Your breath hitches a little and your heart starts beating rapidly. You're used to being around him and being in him but these sweet actions- they're small and rare all the same.

Rick shifts to sit behind you and starts running both hands through your hair now, one massaging your scalp slowly and the other petting it gently. You moan slightly in ecstasy from the feeling and lean back into him.

"Rick, that feeels so good."

After a minute or two you turn around and wrap your arms around him sheepishly. "Thank you, Rick. I can return the favor if you'd like."

"Th-that's okay hun, just wanted to help. I-I've got some favors you could return instead though." He says, his voice suggestive and grin as evident as ever.

"Shut up, you're the worst. And the best," you admit, realizing that in just a few minutes time he'd made all your stresses melt away completely. It happens every time.

"D-don't I know it, sweet girl," he smiles down at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty season 6 #rick sanchez x oc #morty smith

[sunshinereddie]

i love workplace (romance) aus so so much and so i’m imagining an au where richie and eddie are coworkers in the same office, and eddie happens to be richie’s work crush but richie never actually makes a move bc he knows that it’s against company policy for coworkers to date, plus he doesn’t even know if eddie’s into guys, and he wouldn’t want to make things awkward. so he just admires from afar, and tries to keep his flirting to a minimum. 

except one night richie and a few other of his coworkers go out for dinner, and richie maybe has a few too many drinks. he doesn’t remember much after his sixth beer, except for one of his coworkers hauling his ass into a taxi and somehow getting richie to his apartment safe and sound. he gets not nearly enough sleep that night, and is rudely woken up only a few hours later by his alarm, and richie wakes up with the dreaded reminder that he has to go to work. he considers calling in sick, but then he remembers the important meeting that his boss scheduled for today, the meeting he knows he’ll get in major trouble for if he doesn’t attend, so he pulls himself out of bed and gets ready for work. 

he manages his way to the office, and figures that showing up ten minutes late is better than not showing up at all, and makes a beeline straight to the break room for some coffee. he’s so tired and he can barely keep his eyes open, so he doesn’t see the other person in the break room and accidentally bumps into them while trying to find the coffee machine, and as richie starts to apologize he finally opens his eyes wide enough to see the person... and is suddenly woken right up when he finds that it’s eddie. 

richie’s mumbled “sorry”s turn into a real apology as he starts to help eddie clean up the coffee that he made eddie spill, but eddie doesn’t seem to be upset. richie starts to explain his hangover, and that he may not may not still be slightly drunk, and eddie just laughs softly and replies like, “yeah, i figured as much.” 

richie looks at him, confused, and with the realization that richie doesn’t know what he’s talking about, eddie just takes a sip of the new cup of coffee richie poured for him, tells richie to check his phone, and walks out of the break room.

after hearing what may be the worst thing to hear after a drunken night out, richie immediately whips out his phone. he checks his all his social media, but there was nothing posted from the night before. he checks his camera roll, and again, nothing out of the ordinary there. richie’s starting to think that maybe eddie was just messing with him... until he opens up his texts, and sees at the very top, a conversation he drunkenly had the night before with eddie. 

1:07am

Richie: heyy edsei

Richie: eddie*

Richie: r u siingle 

Richie: do u likke men

Richie: you knoew you;re like the secondd cutest in the office... after me of coursse ;)

Richie: we should go out s ometime

Eddie: Are you drunk? 

Richie: nooooiioooo

Richie: may be

Eddie: You know you have work in the morning, right?

Richie: yessss

Richie: will u be rhere?

Eddie: Yes, I will be at work.

Richie: yaaaaaaaaaayy

Richie: see u tomorrow edsie

Eddie: See you tomorrow, Richie.

Eddie: Get home safe.

richie stares down at his phone in shock, completely, absolutely, 100% mortified that he actually said all that to eddie. he refuses to believe that he had a drunken conversation where, over fucking text, he confessed that he’s into eddie. to eddie himself, no less!!!! he prays that eddie only thinks it was a joke, that since he knows that richie was drunk that he will think it doesn’t mean anything at all, that they can both just forget that this happened and move on…

except, he’s not the only one panicking. while he’s worrying about the drunken conversation, richie doesn’t realize that he happens to also be eddie’s office crush, and now eddie is sitting at his desk, unable to concentrate all day long, because he can’t stop thinking about the texts that richie had sent him the night before. obviously richie was drunk, but did that make his words more truthful, or less? what was that saying, drunk words are sober thoughts? did that apply here? eddie didn’t really want to ask richie about it in case it was all just a drunken misunderstanding and richie really doesn’t feel that way, but…

a part of eddie can’t help but hope that it is true as he rereads the conversation, and hope that maybe richie will actually ask him out now… when he’s not drunk, of course.

#i need a reddie workplace rom com and i need it now #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019

[babiebom]

HATE THE TIME LORDS WTF

I’m watching the end of time (SPOILERS)

THEY SEEM LIKE SUCH ASSHOLES

Like knowing what we know about the timeless child and everything they’re the WORST

Like sorry to the tenth doctor I would’ve actually shot the time lord president without hesitation the second he said “you are diseased…be it a disease of our own creation��� to the master

Like yeah I know he doesn’t kill the master but the whole pointing the gun at him I’m like ABSOLUTELY NOT

Like they actually made me feel bad for him…for BOTH of them. Like what do the time lord council do other than BE ASSHOLES? Given I haven’t seen original who idk what they do there but I DISLIKE THEM SO MUCH actually all they do is use people

I know he’s killed people and been an absolute menace and a monster but like :( they did this to him

Also I think it would’ve been really funny if everyone had his face but their normal bodies. So it’s the masters face and like tiddies if he was a woman or something. Like it’s literally just his face in their bodies instead of turning into him completely. Idk why it would be funnier to me.

Also him giving his life to save wilf makes me CRY like I’ve never seen the specials before bc I could never find where to watch them. Also this whole tantrum he’s throwing is throwing me off like BROTHER he honestly just saved someone and you’re throwing this tantrum IN FRONT OF HIM my feelings would be hurt but at the same time I understand because I too would throw a tantrum if I had to die

But maybe it’s bc I don’t really like hurting peoples feelings that I just would be like DAMN guess I’m gone then bc I wouldn’t like to hurt Wilfs feelings like when he says “you’re unimportant” like I KNOW he is just upset but PLEASE MY FEELINGS SIR.

Also THIS IS HOW IM FINDING OUT THIS IS HOW HE REGENERATES INTO ELEVEN???????????the website I watch these on DOESNT have any of the specials so I’ve had to go searching for them and WOWOWOWOWW

also I hate Martha and Mickey together I preferred her with the Milligan man. Like yes they’re cute together but I would’ve like her to stay with dude MISSGIRLPAYATTENTION nvm

He’s saving people?but in a sad way?

He’s staring at Jack??? Oh he’s hooking him up with someone OH ALONSY ALONSO OH

oh it’s miss nurse from the family of blood. I hate those episodes. WaS sHe hApPy iN tHe EnD? FUCK OFF

CUTE I DIDNT KNOW WE GOT TO SEE DONNA GET MARRIED OMFG

who is Heffery? Is that Donna’s dad? Bc if it is THATS SO CUTE BUT SAD?????THEY HADA WEDDING IN A GRAVEYARD?

oh it’s a church with a graveyard

Kinda poetic but OOF ghosties scare me also SAD BYEBYE FOCTOR

oh god it’s rose again

BUT ITS THE ORIGINAL ROSE I LOVE HER

THIS IS WHERE THE ICONIC GIF COMES FROM??????????

I FORGOT IT WAS 2005 IM LITERALLY 4 WHEN ALL THATS HAPPENING? (The first series I mean)

like it’s weird to think about where you would be in time in the universe during doctor who

Like I would literally be a child in Texas who probably missed EVERYTHING because who would destroy TEXAS? California I get but unless they realize how big Texas is they’d go for like Washington or something

AN OOD?

their faces are icky but they’re also cute? I love them except for when they’re evil <3

I also always read the Police public call Box as “police the box” and idky my brain is like NAUR the LETTERS ARE TOO CLOSE TOGETHER AND SMALLER IT MUST SAY THE???????

Goodbye ten I can’t believe that this is the first time I’m seeing him regenerate. I literally went through the entirety of nuwho and haven’t seen the Specials omfg. OH NAUR HE DOESNT WANNA GO PLS.

Omfg you destroy the tardis every time so rude HELLO ELEVEN MY LOVE HIS VOICE IS SO SQUEAKY I LOVE HIM

#doctor who #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #dr who #dw #dw shitpost #dw spoilers #dw specials #series 4 #doctor who shitpost #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special #dr who spoilers #dr who special #Dr who shitpost #the master #the master doctor who #simm!master

[saintsenara]

happy birthday ginny, here's a fic with you and both of your dark-haired orphan simps.

Nerve

When she was five, Auntie Muriel had given her as a birthday present a small china figurine of a cow.

And, since she was five, and all she wanted to do was ride brooms and fall out of trees and throw gnomes at Percy, she had laughed derisively the second she opened the gift and called it ‘a bit rubbish’.

Mum had been furious, and the telling-off Ginny had received - as Muriel stormed out of the house with her nose in the air, ‘Weasley children are ungrateful whelps, the lot of them’ ringing around the Burrow - had managed to impress upon her an important lesson: no matter how shit a present is, pretend you like it.

---

- and Percy got a brand new owl when he was made a prefect, and that happened the day before I turned ten, but I didn’t get anything new that day, it was all second hand. Except my Auntie Muriel gave me a box of drawing pins. But who wants a thing like that?

That sounds ghastly.

It was! Obviously I wasn’t rude. I just -

I know it sounds really silly, but I just want my own things. I want to be special. I want everyone to notice me. Nobody notices me.

That doesn’t sound silly at all.

You’re sweet :) 

---

The lesson had held for ten years. It was fracturing today, as she turned fifteen and unwrapped Fleur’s gift to her - presented with a beatific, ‘I ‘ope you will like ‘ow it stops you being so - ‘ow you say - disorganised’ - and saw the embossed scarlet leather cover, her initials on it in gold, of an extremely beautiful and obviously stupendously expensive diary.

‘Oh,’ said Ginny.

Fleur seemed happy enough with that, leaning into Bill’s arm - wrapped around her shoulders - with a contented (read: smug) look on her face. Harry and Ron were both shovelling birthday cake into their mouths, but Hermione was looking at her with the sort of stricken, wobbly expression which made Ginny nervous.

‘Cheers. It’s great,’ she said to Fleur, in an effort to communicate to Hermione that she needed to keep fucking quiet and not bring up my previous diary-related fuck-ups at the dinner table. Fortunately she got the hint, although Ginny knew there’d be plenty of whispered nagging about whether she’d ‘properly dealt with everything’ later.

But she couldn’t help staring at Bill, as if to say, ‘thanks for not spilling my most embarrassing secret during your pillow talk’ and ‘hey, you know how there’s a war on? Maybe you should tell your fiancée that your sister was fucking possessed by You-Know-Who for a full year, so she knows exactly what sort of mess she’s getting into.’

He just looked at his cake instead.

---

- and I told mum I didn’t want a victoria sponge cake. But she made one anyway, because it’s dad’s favourite. But it was my birthday. I wanted a chocolate cake.

Does that make me sound really spoiled?

It does, doesn’t it?

What kind of birthday cakes did you have, when you were my age?

I have never had a birthday cake.

WHAT?

How???

I was born in an orphanage. That’s a Muggle institution for children whose parents are dead. There was hardly enough to go around normally. Birthdays were out of the question.  

Oh.

I’m sorry.

I survived.

Harry’s an orphan as well.

Is he indeed?

---

‘I’m so sorry,’ said Hermione later, bustling around Ginny’s room brandishing a hairbrush like a wand. ‘The nerve of her! She had no right to do something like that.’

‘She didn’t know.’

‘But Bill should have told her.’

‘Yeah. Maybe.’

Hermione sat on the end of Ginny’s bed and looked at her earnestly. ‘You can say if you’re upset, you know.’

‘It’s fine.’

‘I mean, I’ve never thought you’ve ever properly dealt with everything, and I -’

‘I said it’s fine, Hermione. For fuck’s sake, give it a rest.’

---

Hermione was still in a mood the following morning.

The diary sat on Ginny’s bedside table, the cover shimmering softly at her.

‘I suppose the colour was meant to be nice - Gryffindor, you know - but it’s just ended up being another cruelty,’ sniffed Hermione, when she’d decided she was no longer angry with Ginny and she ought to have another go at nagging her about her life.

‘What d’you mean?’ said Ginny, round a mouthful of chocolate frog.

Hermione looked at her as if she was as dumb as Goyle. (Ginny could see why quite a few people didn’t like her). ‘Well, it’s like his eyes. Isn’t it?’

She looked so convinced she was onto something that Ginny didn’t have the heart to tell her that her him had eyes the same polished tortoiseshell brown as Hermione’s own.

---

I could make him a valentine’s card, couldn’t I?

You could.

I could say he has nice eyes. He does have nice eyes.

So you’ve said.

They’re very green. I could say that. ‘You have very green eyes.’

That’s not very romantic, is it?

I could say, ‘you have eyes so green they’re like…’

I dunno.

A fresh pickled toad.

Or an emerald.

Pick the emerald.

I like the toad.

Pick the emerald.

They aren’t emerald green, though. They’re fresh pickled toad green.

I just think -

I’m going to say that his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.

Or do you think he’d hate that? 

I think you should say his eyes are like emeralds.

He will hate it, won’t he?

Would it matter if he did?

YES.

Picture me rolling my eyes.

Tom. I’d DIE.

Imagine if he laughed at it. 

And if he didn’t?

That isn’t possible.

Ginny.

Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.

---

She dropped a blob of ink onto the page and waited for the inevitable.

She realised she had been staring at it for hours when mum called her down for dinner.

---

She could never have explained to the other three why nothing happening was as much of a disappointment as a relief.

They were bound together so tightly you’d have thought they were one-and-the-same. It didn’t seem to occur to them that their friendship was abnormal. Or, maybe, that hers were. That, maybe, it isn’t normal for a fifteen-year-old to not see her boyfriend all summer, or not to have friends visit, or not to Floo off for house-parties and trips to Diagon Alley. That, maybe, her position in a clique of ‘popular’ girls was tenuous, something light and meaningless and easily discarded.

That, maybe, the best friend she’d ever had was a piece of disembodied soul which had very nearly succeeded in killing her.

---

I don’t think anyone understands me like you.

You’re my best friend in the whole world :) 

I’m delighted to hear that. The feeling is mutual.

Now. I need you to do me a favour.

Anything :)

You will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.

I will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.

---

‘I don’t think Harry will get back together with Cho,’ said Hermione one evening.

Ginny snorted. ‘Yeah, obviously. He fucked that right up.’

‘Dean’s nice.’

Ginny tried to ignore the jittery feeling in her stomach. ‘Yeah. Yeah, he’s brill.’

Fortunately Hermione was already yawning into her pillow. ‘Did you have a nice birthday, by the way?’

‘Yeah.’

There was a brightly-coloured bang from outside.

Hermione jumped up, brandishing her wand. ‘What on earth was that?’

---

I wish I was with mum and dad for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we always have hot chocolate and watch the fireworks from the village. You can see them really well from our garden.

I spent all evening crying. And now I can’t sleep. 

Are you awake?

Is it New Year’s Eve today?

Yes.

Ah.

It doesn’t feel very festive though.

Go to the North Tower, and - just before the Divination classroom - you will see a painting of three house elves wearing a trench coat. Poke the middle one on the nose and the painting will swing open to reveal a window. Climb through the window and you will find yourself on a flat bit of roof, with an uninterrupted view towards Hogsmeade. At midnight, there will be fireworks to celebrate the new year. 

But there will be nobody else around, and they will feel as though they are for you.

---

‘Relax, Hermione. It’s just someone letting off fireworks.’

‘God. I thought it was the Dark Mark or something. Honestly, who lets off fireworks in the middle of August?’

‘You never know. Maybe they’re for me.’

#asenora fics #birthday fic #ginny weasley #happy birthday babe #you share a birthday with my cat #so i suppose we have to stan

[golemthegolem]

acotar rant cause I am fucking done with Rhys stans

Okay so first off, everyone is entitled to there own opinions, and if you disagree with me that’s fine.

Second this rant has trigger warnings for SA 

I just finished reading ACOSF and it made me go a bit feral. I’ve always hated Rhysand and this book just made it so clear to me that he is abusive and controlling. I get that he’s is hot and also, no wait, being hot is his only positive trait. It just felt so wrong that a so called feminist told us that Rhysand’s SA of Feyre was ok because ‘he had to’ or ‘he felt really bad about it’. Obviously SA is never for the right reasons. Anyway back to ACOSF. 

So first and foremost, the villianising of Nesta. As someone who really struggles with mental health, I loved and empathised with Nesta. But to watch her be insulted, used and taken advantage of by her so called family was really upsetting to me. I acknowledge that Nesta was rude, and at times cruel, but that didn’t mean she deserved what she got in ACOSF. People are really out there saying the house of wind wasn’t a prison when Feyre threatened to have Nesta TIED UP AND DRAGGED there, after she had just been kidnapped and traumatised by Hybern. 

Nesta was slut shamed in ACOSF. I know that her having sex was a coping mechanism, but having her family constantly making fun of her for it rather than really helping just kind of made me uncomfortable. Like it is mentioned in the books that after their first battle all of the bat boys had a six month sized gap in their memory where they were supposedly drinking and sleeping around. The double standards are INSANE. 

Cassian was also abusive towards Nesta in ACOSF. Yes she was rude to him, but he constantly pushed her boundaries by calling her names she said she was uncomfortable with, asking for consent in a very questionable way, and having sex with her when he knew it was unhealthy/a coping mechanism for her. When Nesta was finally vulnerable with him, he threw it in her face, asking why he had been ‘shackled to her’. Then she gave up everything just to be able to carry his child and was finally accepted, and then went to happily live in the house that she could only leave if Cassian permitted, like WHAT.

Also I think that a very important scene to bring to light is the scene where Nesta falls down the stairs. It’s just casually mentioned that Azriel thought Cassian could have pushed Nesta down the stairs, in this book. For someone who cared so much about how feminist and supportive the bat boys are, SJM was just like ‘yeah I mean Azriel thought Cassian could have pushed Nesta down the stairs but he didn’t so it’s fine.

Also, I have seen this mentioned a lot but when Tamlin locked Feyre in a house, he was being controlling, and when Rhys locked Nesta in a house and then literally threatened to KILL her, he is just protecting Feyre. I think with the locking in the house thing, for both Tamlin and Rhys, in the best case scenario it was a misguided attempt to protect Feyre, and in the worst case, a power play to control vulnerable women. Although Rhys claimed he was ‘helping Nesta heal’ it was mentioned that he smirked as she was told everything, like he was enjoying her discomfort. Overall I think that this book felt with themes of trauma and abuse very poorly, but I wouldn’t expect anything more from Sarah. It was basically faerie porn with very bad plot.

Anyway please correct me if any of this is wrong, as I can’t bring myself to re read the acotar series 

#anti rhysand #anti cassian

[harrygoeswest]

Trigger Warnings: sweary sweary language

Word count: 11,184

Chapters twelve, thirteen & fourteen

fifteen

I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time. The last time I felt even a fraction this happy, and this content, was when I was with Rico. And somehow this was different; this was better.

Harry and I had been drifting in and out of consciousness since we finished. He was laying on his back, one arm behind his head and the other stroking up and down the length of my spine. I was nestled against his side, my head on his chest and my right leg hooked over his. I always knew when he was unconscious because his arm stopped moving and his breath grew heavier; it didn’t tickle when he exhaled.

The next time he woke, his hand travelled a little lower, and he began kneading into my bum with no strategy whatsoever.

I looked up at him, my chin resting on his pectoral. He peeled an eye open, his kneading pausing.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I do.”

He nodded once and carried on, closing his eyes again.

It was late now. I had no idea what time it was but absolutely nothing could be heard outside - not the wind, not a car, nor a cow. I could barely hear the river, either. It was unusual, even for this sleepy village.

“I owe you an apology, actually.”

Harry frowned, opening both eyes now. “For what?”

“You had a blind date a couple of months ago, right?”

His eyes widened. “Yeah… How did you know that?”

I pointed at myself. “Was supposed to be with me.”

His brow furrowed furiously, all movements having stopped. I wasn’t sure if he was upset or confused.

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, I turned up, realised Zara had tried to set me up with you, and immediately left.”

Harry studied my face for a moment, eyes flicking over me. A smirk was forming on his mouth and it perplexed me. “You stood me up?”

I pressed my lips into a tight, guilty line. “Yeah…”

“That’s interesting.” He mumbled.

“Why?”

“Because I spent that whole evening in the pub with a different girl.”

I pulled back a little. “I beg your pardon?”

He laughed, hand back to gliding over the expanse of my back. “Another girl genuinely turned up claiming to be my date.”

My mouth fell. “Who?!”

“I can’t remember her name… She was kinda petite, dark hair in a long ponytail, spoke with an inflection at the end of every sentence.”

“Spoke with a what?”

“You know when people make their voice go up? At the end of every sentence? So it sounds like they’re always asking a question?” He did exactly what he was referring to in his own speech.

I giggled, annoyingly amused by him. “Right okay. I don’t know who she is, though.”

“Well anyway, as far as I was concerned she was my blind date. I had no idea someone else had already had the audacity to stand me up.”

“Sorry.” I mumbled, resting my chin back down.

“Why did you leave when you saw it was me?”

“Same reason I’ve always left. Couldn’t face embarrassing myself in front of you.”

Harry took a deep breath, and he stroked over my hair with a doughy gaze. “Imagine how much quicker we could’ve done this if you weren’t such a wimp.”

I smacked his chest and scowled at him. “Don’t be so fucking rude.”

“Look - I already fancied you a little bit at that point. If you’d have stayed for the date instead of running away I’d have been right chuffed.”

“Yeah right did you already fancy me.” I scoffed.

“I did!”

“Rubbish.”

“I promise you I did.”

“For what reason?” I demanded.

“Because you’re beautiful!” He said with exasperation. “Nuttiness aside you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Florence, any man would be an idiot not to think so.”

I was still frowning. “Well now you’re just being superstitious.”

“I think you mean superficial.”

“Whatever.” I hid my face against his chest.

“And if anything I was being conceited, but it’s still true. That day you walked into the practice for the first time was unforgettable.”

“That’s because I made a complete and utter arse of myself.”

“No,” He started, and then decided to go back on himself, “well, maybe a little bit. But I did also think you were incredibly pretty.”

“I was a mess.”

“Yeah, but like a sexy mess.”

I whined loudly. “Shut up.”

“I like that you’re always covered in grease and oil. Shows how hard you work.”

“Alright, you can stop now. I’d just really like to know who the fuck you were on a date with and how they even knew.”

“Who else knew about the date?”

“No one. Just Geri and Zara but they’re not gonna have a second person lined up, are they?”

“Well, they might.”

I looked at him with a scowl.

Harry laughed. “I’m joking, Floss. You must’ve told someone else.”

I thought about it for a while. “No. Only the host lady person at the pub. I asked her to tell you I was sick.”

“Oh, it gets better and better.”

“I panicked, alright?”

He looked at me and shook his head. “You left me to be mortified. In a pub alone.”

“Well apparently you had a queue of other women waiting for you so it wasn’t that bad.”

Harry cackled towards the ceiling and tightened his grip around me. “Alright, alright, alright.”

I watched him for a moment. He closed his eyes again but continued trailing his fingers up and down my back.

“Did you sleep with her?”

Harry’s movements paused, and admittedly I was startled by my own question. “Yeah, all night. Couldn’t leave her alone.”

I narrowed my gaze. “Glad you had a good night after all.”

He chuckled and shook me a little bit. “I didn’t sleep with her, Florence. I made an excuse to go home after an hour because she wouldn’t stop talking about politicians that are allegedly lizards.”

“Interesting…”

“It wasn’t.”

I watched him a little more, delighted by the content look on his face. I don’t know how long I stared at him before I fell asleep, and I can’t remember if he stopped his tracing before or after my eyes dropped closed, but we both drifted off eventually, and I forgot to set an alarm.

I was sitting in the office with my head in my hands when my phone started ringing, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Harry and I woke up that morning with a jump scare because I didn’t set an alarm and we’d had a particularly late night. The time on the clock when I looked over was nearly 10:30. I didn’t get to work until after 11. There was a queue of angry customers wondering why I wasn’t open and I had to make up some bullshit excuse about having to go and get some ‘emergency parts’ from Cheltenham.

Because I started nearly 3 hours late I had to make up the time I lost by staying 3 hours late, too. By 8 o’clock I was filthy, tired and fed up. Was that really my karma for shagging a sexy man?

I peeked at my phone, heart swelling a little at the name on the screen. Dad was requesting a FaceTime, which could only mean Ruby was about to go to bed.

I slid the accept bar across the screen and waited for the call to connect. Ruby’s face appeared, and she was dressed in her pyjamas with her hair done up in little space buns.

“Hola, querida.”

“Hola, máma,” Ruby grinned at me.

“Have you had a good day today?” I asked, and propped the phone up on my desk so I could rest my chin in my palms.

“It was amazing! We went to the water park on the caravan site for the whole day. Grandad came with me in case something happened but it didn’t and it was so much fun!”

I smiled helplessly. “That sounds like a fabulous day, muffin. I’m sorry I missed it - I used to love a water park. What was the best part?”

“There’s a whirlpool! So you drop into it and slide around and around this big bowl and then fall through a hole in the middle.”

“Oh, that does sound fun. I’m a little jealous.”

“Te echo de menos, Mummy.” Ruby said, voice quieter than it had been. Daniela had been teaching her while they were away, by the look of it.

I suddenly felt guilty. My chest hurt. “I miss you too, querida. Won’t be long now until you see me, though. Just a few more days.”

“Florence?” I heard my mother in the background of the call. She appeared behind Ruby, just as blurry and just as tinny. “¿Por qué no conduces hacia nosotras mañana por la noche?” Why don’t you drive down to us tomorrow night?

I took a deep breath and sank into my chair. That could actually work. “Sí, quizás. ¿Cuanto tiempo tardaría?” I asked how long it would take.

I noticed Ruby had started staring at something else; we were boring her.

“Cerca de cuatro horas.” About 4 hours.

Fucking hell!

“Quizás. Eso es un viaje largo.” Maybe. That’s a long drive.

I heard Dad say something but I couldn’t see him. Mum looked back to me with a serious expression, “Nosotras pagaremos la gasolina.” We’ll pay for the petrol.

I rolled my eyes. “No estoy luchando por el dinero. Estaba más preocupado por lo tarde que me llevaría allí.” I told her I was concerned about how late I’d get there rather than the financial aspect of it.

“Ah,” my mother laughed, “Viernes noche.” Friday night.

I nodded and dragged my dirty hand down my dirty face. “Está bien, sí. Vendré después del trabajo, pero no le digas.” I said I’d go, but they weren’t to tell Ruby. I wanted it to be a surprise.

“Mummy,” Ruby mumbled.

“Yes, poppet?”

“Is Bongo there?”

I looked over my shoulder at the dog curled up in his bed. I whistled at him, and he sat up immediately. “Come here, mate.”

The dog scrambled over, and I stroked a firm hand over his head before I picked him up and placed him in my lap. He just sat there panting with excitement.

“Bongo!” Ruby shouted with delight.

The puppy grew confused, recognising his name but not where it was coming from. He started pacing in my lap.

“I’ve missed you, puppy! I can’t wait to see you when I come home.”

“He’s missed you too, sweetness.” I assured her, stroking over his head.

“I wish you were both here with us.” My small child lamented.

“I wish we were there, too. I promise, in the summer the three of us will go away together, alright?”

“Okay!” She grinned.

“Vamos, Rubes.” My mother patted Ruby’s shoulders. “Es hora del baño.” It’s bath time.

“Sí, Abuela,” Ruby peered up to her with a smile.

“Bye, baby girl.” I cooed at her through my phone screen.

“Adios, Mamá. Te quiero.”

“I love you, too.”

Our phone call ended, and I felt deflated again. I held Bongo to my chest as I thought about our upcoming weekend and how plans had so quickly come about. The dog simply lay against me, allowing me to pet him as I pleased. I think, just like me, he was happy to have some company and some affection.

I closed the garage, went home and showered, and took the dog for a long walk. We stuck to the roads this time so that they’d at least be lit and we weren’t walking around a big field alone. The weather was on our side again.

I walked past Harry’s house and paused by the entrance to his drive. His car was parked in its place and I could see a dim light on in the kitchen. I wrestled with whether to go and knock on the door or to leave it and go home.

We hadn’t spoken since we parted ways this morning. I supposed it hadn’t really been necessary, plus we were both late for work and I hadn’t stopped moving all day.

I shook my head, pulled up my big girl trousers and marched my way up to the front door. I knocked three times, and then fiddled with Bongo’s lead while I waited for an answer.

Harry appeared maybe 30 seconds later, but his expression was difficult to read. And then he smiled and folded his arms across his chest. “Evening,”

“Hey…” I said, now feeling awkward. “Sorry for just turning up. I was… well, I thought it would be weird if I walked past your house and didn’t say anything… after last night, you know?”

“Really?” He asked, his question thoughtful. “This wasn’t just your intended destination?”

My cheeks burned. “No, I needed to take the dog for a walk.” I lifted the lead up a little.

“Convenient.”

I blinked, now feeling like a complete idiot. “Is it…?”

He giggled and took a step back. “For me, it is. Come in.”

I was bewildered, but I followed him anyway. I kicked my shoes off in the hallway, keeping Bongo on a tight leash while Harry fussed him so he couldn’t run riot.

“Have you eaten?”

I looked at Harry and shook my head. “No, I was going to do that when I got back home.”

He sighed and shook his head. He then took my hand and dragged me into the kitchen, sitting me down in the same place I’d sat the last time I was here. “I will feed you. Because we can’t have a repeat of yesterday, can we?”

I smiled at his comment, staring at the table. Bongo fussed around my feet, so I calmed him down with a few long strokes down his back.

“I haven’t actually eaten, either. I got… distracted with something.”

I wasn’t the type of person to pry for what it was.

Harry searched through his cupboards, the fridge and the freezer for something for us to eat. “Well this is embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“All I’ve got is packets of pasta, frozen chips and fish fingers.”

I giggled, resting my elbow on the table and my cheek against my closed fist. “You don’t have to feed me, Harry.”

“No, I want to.” He insisted. “I was meant to go shopping yesterday and… didn’t.”

I pressed my lips tightly, completely endeared by him. “I’m fine with fish fingers and chips if you are.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Alright.” He sighed.

I watched him closely as he took what he needed out of the freezer, laid it out on a baking tray and shoved it in the oven.

“I also don’t have anything sophisticated to drink.”

“What are the choices?” I asked, still watching him with a gooey look.

“Squash or water. Or straight gin.”

I giggled again, sitting straighter. “Water will be fine.”

He nodded with a pained look. “Such a shit host.”

“No worse than me.” I assured him. “I didn’t feed you at all yesterday.”

He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “I ate.” He whispered, and I shook my head at him. “I don’t think either of us were interested in dinner yesterday.”

That much was true. I had severe tunnel vision last night, but he was entirely to blame for being so desirable. If he hadn’t come to the garage with his bravado and his words I would’ve just gone home and had another lonely night with a meal for one and an early bedtime.

“Is it Fridays you said you normally send Ruby to your parents?” He asked as he brought over two pint glasses filled with water and sat them on the table.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, pulling the glass closer to me. “Normally, yes.”

Harry nodded to himself as he sat down in the chair next to me. “So… next week, when Ruby is at your mum and dad’s, if I find someone to look after Oscar - will you let me take you for an actual dinner?”

I laughed once, grinning like a hopeless idiot. “Yes. That’d be nice.”

“And you won’t stand me up this time?”

“Promise.”

Harry was smiling too, his gaze fixed on the table. “Alright, good.” He took my hand in both of his and brought it to his lips. “I would do it this weekend, but I said I’d drive up to my Mum’s for the weekend before bringing Oscar back.”

“It’s fine. I… also said I’d go down to Cornwall after work tomorrow to spend a few days there.”

“Wasn’t that well-planned?”

“I know.”

Harry looked at me for a moment, and I looked at him. Nothing needed to be said, but I was happy I was with him, there and then. I was pleased I stopped and knocked on the door. It would’ve been so easy for me to carry on past and go back home.

“I’m glad you won’t be on your own this weekend.” Harry said quietly, his lips brushing over my hand. “I don’t want you to be alone, I don’t like the idea of it.”

“I know you don’t.”

“You promise me, if there’s a day, or a week, or however long-a period of time where you’re home on your own, you’ll come to me instead?”

I felt warm and tingly inside. I felt like something was about to change massively, but it would be a change for the good. I was excited. Something about this man made me feel safe. He provided a space for me, and for Ruby, that was untouchable. No one could hurt us if we had Harry.

“I promise.”

Harry smiled, and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. He tugged on my hand, squeezing it so that I’d come closer to him.

I stood, leaving the dog’s lead hooked on the back of my chair, and walked the few inches to where Harry was sitting. He rested his hands on my sides, never taking his eyes off me as I carefully placed myself in his lap, my legs either side of his.

I traced my finger over his lips while he smoothed his hands over my legs, my back and my bum. I was obsessed with his face - his mouth, his jaw and his nose in particular.

I kissed him without his permission, though he didn’t seem to mind. I held his face and he continued to caress my back as we snogged, a relatively innocent gesture that could turn salacious if we allowed it to. Perhaps not while dinner was cooking, though.

We kissed and kissed and kissed until our mouths were bruised and bloated. I could feel that Harry was hard between my legs and it was about to become dangerous. One rub the right way and I’d be demanding he take me to bed to finish me off. I’d rather save that for later.

“You know, I really like you, Florence.”

I sighed at his confession, resting my forehead against his. “I like you, too.”

“Even if I am a dentist.”

I giggled, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to be closer to him. “Even if you are a dentist.”

He hummed into my cheek and left a wet kiss there. “Will you stay tonight?”

I pulled back, gently studying his entire face with my eyes and my hands. “On one condition.”

“The dog won’t be kicked out, I swear.”

I laughed loudly. I’d forgotten about the dog. “Not that.”

“What then?”

“You have to set an alarm now for the morning so we don’t forget.”

He grinned and pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “Deal.”

sixteen

On Friday evening I closed the garage up early and drove down to Cornwall to see Ruby and my parents for the weekend. I knew I was being optimistic thinking I’d make it there in 3 and a half hours like Google Maps said it would take. No journey is that simple on a Friday night, and especially not on the last weekend of Whitsun.

I left at 4:30 and I didn’t get there until much past 9pm. There’d been a road closure between Bibury and the motorway. There was an accident on the M5 to literally no one’s surprise. There was another road closure as soon as I got past Exeter, and then I got lost between there and Perranporth. I was irritable and tired when I walked through the door.

“Mummy!” Ruby shouted excitedly as soon as the door was open.

“Hola, querida,” I greeted her through a strained voice, letting Bongo off his lead to run riot around the van. I was past the point of caring.

She leapt towards me to give me a squeezing hug, but irritation aside I was happy to see her again. “What are you doing here?!”

“I missed you too much.”

She pinched my cheek with all her fingers like she used to when she was tiny, and I held her to me as tightly as possible.

“How was the journey, poppet?” Dad asked once Ruby was safely back on the floor.

I grunted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Have you eaten?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Didn’t want to stop.”

My mother kissed her teeth and stood from her place on the sofa in the window. “I’ll make you some cheese on toast. Won’t do you any good to eat too much now.”

“Gracias, Mamá.” I sighed, kissing her cheek as she passed me. “We’re going to bed as soon as I’ve eaten, alright?” I said to Ruby. “It’s very late.”

“That’s okay. I’m tired.” She said in a passive tone, and went to sit on the sofa next to Dad and Bongo.

I carried my suitcase through to the second bedroom, which was harder to locate than I thought it would be. The caravan was long and had the living area and kitchen at the front, with two bedrooms and a full bathroom at the back. All the furnishings and decor were beige and grey. It felt clinically clean, even with my parents and my daughter in it.

Without unpacking I wandered back into the living room and sat down longways along the sofa so that my feet were up and I was facing the TV. Ruby didn’t hesitate to come and situate herself between my legs, resting her head on my chest. By the time I’d finished the cheese on toast my mother made for me, Ruby was already asleep. I spent half an hour combing my hands through her soft hair.

“Te ves bronceada, Florence.” You look tanned, my mother said in a near-whisper. “¿Has estado arreglando autos afuera?” Have you been fixing cars outside?

I chuckled. “No.”

Mum grunted. “Have you seen the girls much with all your free time this week?”

“Not really. Geri has been away all week in Spain and Zara went on holiday on Wednesday, so I’ve been alone.”

“Have you really been alone or are you just saying that?”

My gaze snapped to my mother, horrified. “What?”

She laughed under her breath to not wake Ruby. “I birthed you - I know you.”

Dad suddenly heaved, shaking his head as he stood up. “This is where I call it a night.”

I frowned as he left a kiss to the top of my head.

“Night, Floss. Nice to have you here.”

I stared after him as he wandered down the corridor to the room he and Mum had claimed. “Is he alright?” I asked once the bedroom door was closed.

“He’s fine, he just doesn’t want to talk about… you know what.”

I blinked at her. “No, I don’t know what.”

“Yes you do. Come on, tell me who it is.”

My cheeks started burning. I coughed and looked away. “No one.”

“Well that’s a load of shit.” She chastised. “Tell me. Is it the dentist? I hope it’s the dentist.”

“Mum!” I hissed. “It’s no one. There’s no one.”

“Stop fibbing!” She hissed back. “There’s obviously someone, you’re basically glowing. And it ain’t a pregnancy glow.”

I dragged my free hand down my face. “You’re being really embarrassing.”

“I’m your mother. You should want to tell me these things.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Please?” She begged. “Si no es la dentista no me importarà.” If it’s not the dentist I won’t mind.

I lolled my head back until it hit the window. I winced at the pain. “Fine. It’s the dentist.”

My mother’s mouth fell with delight, her eyes glittering. “I knew it. What happened?”

I sighed, still with my fingers in Ruby’s hair. “He broke down late on Tuesday night so I had to go and get him. The next day he came to pick the car up and it just kind of… happened.”

“¿En el garajo?” In the garage?

I nodded.

She gasped and smacked my arm. “Florence!”

Her displeasure made me oddly smug. I knew I was doing something right if she didn’t approve.

“Was that it?”

“Nope. He… stayed the night and made us late for work yesterday. And then… I stayed with him last night.”

Mum covered her mouth from giggling. “Well… Buena para ti, querida.” Good for you, darling.

“You wanted this to happen.” I said, slightly bewildered by her reaction.

“I did… I thought you were too stubborn to do anything about it, though.”

“How rude.”

“All due respect, baby girl, but I know you didn’t make the first move.”

She wasn’t wrong. “Not my style.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “How do you feel about the whole thing?”

I thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I do like him - he’s very likeable. He wants to take me for dinner on Friday and I haven’t said no.”

“You’d be an idiot to say no.”

“Alright, bloody hell. I was only saying, you know? I would like to do that whole thing with him. As much as I wanted to avoid it before… there’s something about him that I really like.”

“He’s handsome.”

“Yes, obviously. But not just that.”

“Good with children.”

“Yeah… somethi-,”

“-Good in bed, by the sounds of it.”

“Por el amor Dios, Mamá.” For crying out loud, mother.

“Lo siento.” She pecked my shoulder. “You don’t need to look for an excuse or a reason to like him just because I wanted you to.”

“No, I know. I don’t even know what’s going to happen.”

“You don’t have to. Floss, it doesn’t matter if you see him for a bit and then leave it be, or whether you marry the bloke. It makes no difference to me, as much as I like the man. Do what is best for you. And obviously Ruby.”

I nodded and smiled at her. “Thank you, Mamá.”

“Siempre.” Always. “Take Mini to bed, you need a good rest.”

“Buenas noches.”

“Dormir apretada, querida.” Sleep tight.

I was sitting on the balcony at the front of the caravan alone. Ruby wanted my mother to bathe her before bed, and Dad had gone for a walk before the sun went down. All I could see was the sea, and all I could hear were the waves gently lapping against the cliffs below us. It was paradise.

Paradise aside, Ruby’s behaviour today had been interesting. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she barely said a word to me all day. In fact she’d spent most of her day with Dad and the dog. I tried not to take offence to it, but something bothered me.

We’d spent pretty much the entire day at Perranporth beach. I spent the morning sunbathing with a book - the first time I’d read a book in a very long time, and then after lunch I went for a swim while it was hot so I wouldn’t die of a heat stroke. I tried to get Ruby to come in with me but she said she didn’t want to because she went in with Grandad in the morning and she’d already put suncream on. I couldn’t argue with that logic.

I took another long swig out of my wine glass and laid my head back to listen. There was a light breeze brushing up my arms, but it relieved the heat on them. I wasn’t sure yet if I’d managed to avoid the sunburn or not. I sat like that for some time.

Older children were in the play area up the road a bit, talking just loud enough for me to hear them but not their conversation. The site’s entertainment club at the opposite end of the park was thumping out music that I could only hear the bass to, and occasionally a car would drive past. All of this was far from a nuisance, though.

My only interruption was my phone vibrating on the table next to my wine glass. I peeled an eye open to look at the notification.

INCOMING CALL: Oscar’s Dad

I held my breath for a moment, a nervousness kicking up in my belly. I wasn’t expecting to hear from him at that moment and it made me anxious. I felt like a giddy teenager.

I picked up my phone and cleared my throat before I answered, “Hello?”

“Hi,” Harry said softly, and as equally as quiet as I had.

“Everything okay?” I asked, biting the tip of my fingernail.

“Yeah…” he said around an awkward laugh. “I was gonna try and not bother you, but… I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Nothing in particular. I just missed you.”

My entire body grew hot, and my bitten smile was shy. “I miss you, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Hate to admit it, but I liked having y’around the past few days.”

“Why do you hate to admit it?” His question seemed both genuine and teasing and it only made me feel more ridiculous.

“Because… I’ve spent the past 8 years telling people that I’m okay being alone in that way. And then I’ve spent 2 days with you and it’s all gone to shit.”

Harry chuckled. “It’s okay to be both. I think being alone and being lonely are two different things.”

“Did I come off as lonely?”

There was a pause, and I imagined him shrugging. “You did say it yourself that you didn’t like being on your own.”

“That’s a yes, then.”

He kissed his teeth. “Where are you?”

I was amused by him trying to change the subject, but I appreciated it. “On the balcony outside the caravan.”

“Can I see?”

“Er… yeah. Hang on.”

I pulled my phone away from my ear and took a photograph, sending it straight to him.

“Did you get it?”

There was another pause before he answered. “Yeah. Very nice.”

“Where are you?”

“On the sofa in my mum’s living room.” He laughed. “Comfy but nowhere near as exciting. Oscar is already flat out in bed and Mum went up early. So I’m all alone.”

“But you’re having a nice time?”

“I am. I always like coming up here for a couple of days.”

“Well then that’s all that matters.”

He hummed. “Are you having a nice time?”

“I am. I’m glad I came, actually. The journey was horrible but it doesn’t matter. Ruby was happy to see me and I was pleased to be back with her, too.” I neglected to mention that she was in some weird mood with me.

“That’s good.”

“I am looking forward to having my bed back, though. As lovely as this all is, sharing a small bed in a caravan with someone as fidgety as Ruby is not the one.”

As I said it, I heard Mum and Ruby emerge from the bathroom as the water drained through the pipes underneath the caravan.

“Just one more night. Two more until you see me again.”

I snorted at his sense of importance. “That’s obviously the best part.”

“Obviously.”

I took a deep breath and looked over my shoulder inside the van. “Ruby is about to get into bed.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go. Just do me one favour?”

“What’s that?”

“Let me know when you’re home tomorrow. It’ll put my mind at rest.”

I wanted to squeal, he was so thoughtful. “I will. Lo prometo.”

“Grassy arse.”

I rolled my eyes. “My mother would kill you if she heard you say it like that.”

“I’ll get practising for the next time I see her.” He said earnestly. “Goodnight, Florence.”

I ignored the fact that I was once again overcome with glee at the way he used my full name. “Night, Harry.”

We ended our call and I finished my glass of wine before I went inside. The sun was nearly set which meant Dad’s imminent return with the puppy, and I could hear Ruby making a fuss over her pyjamas at the back of the caravan. I left my wine glass in the sink and went to find out what was going on.

“What’s all this then?” I asked from the doorway with a little frown.

Ruby stopped her whines as soon as I appeared in the doorway, but she refused to look at me. She was scowling and it was a rare sight.

“Her pyjamas are too small on her.” Mum said quietly. “Must’ve shrunk when I put them in the dryer on the site yesterday.

“Okay…” I nodded thoughtfully. “Well, we’re going to need to go shopping on our way home tomorrow, so why don’t we get you some new ones then, aye?”

“Well, yeah. But what about now?”

I was taken aback by how much like a teenager she sounded. She wasn’t at that age already, was she? I wasn’t old enough to have a stroppy teenager.

“You can have one of my nighties. Or what about one of Abuelo’s t-shirts?”

Ruby pursed her lips and stared at the wall. I was reminded instantly of Federico, because he used to make exactly the same face when he was thinking. I looked at the floor, saddened.

“Abuelo’s t-shirt.” My daughter decided.

“Bueno.” Mum nodded and stood from her place, patting Ruby’s leg. “I’ll be right back with one.”

I moved aside for her and went to sit in the space she’d just left. I placed a kiss on top of Ruby’s head, but she still refused to look at me.

“What’s going on, querida?” I asked in a whisper.

“Nothing.” She mumbled.

“You sure? Barely spoken to me all day - feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

She shrugged and wiped her nose.

I took a deep breath. “You know you can tell me if I’ve upset you. Being honest is important to me.”

She looked at me then with another scowl. “I’m fine, Mummy.”

I studied her face for a moment, and it almost looked malicious. I wanted to cry. “Alright… Do you want me to put you to bed?”

“No.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. I’ll leave you with Grandma, then.”

I left the room, trying not to let my tears weep, but they did. I went and sat in the front of the caravan with my head in my hands and silently cried. It was weird - going from that giddy high to being dragged back down to Earth and stomped on by my own child. She’d never ignored me like that before. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to make her respond to me in that way, but she was too young to be hormonal.

Dad came back with the puppy about fifteen minutes after I’d stopped crying, leaving the dog with me to go and change. Either he didn’t notice my blotchy face, or it’d already calmed down. Bongo curled up in my lap and went to sleep immediately.

My mother reappeared not long after that and came to sit with me. “¿Estás bien?”

I shook my head and bit my lip to stop it wobbling. “Realmente no.” Not really.

“No se que le pasa hoy. Podría ser uno fuera de lugar, estoy segura de que estará bien mañana.” I don’t know what’s got into her today. Might just be an off one, I’m sure she’ll be fine tomorrow.

“¿Ella ha dicho algo?” Has she said anything?

“No, ella no me diría. Pensé que podría sacárselo, pero ella era terca y silenciosa.” No, she wouldn’t tell me. Thought I might be able to pry it out of her but she was just stubborn and silent.

“Debo haber hecho algo mal. Ella nunca es así conmigo.” I must’ve done something wrong. She’s never like this with me.

“Estoy segura de que no es nada, Floss.” I’m sure it’s nothing, Floss.

“Eso espero.” I hope so.

My mother sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. “Were you talking to someone on the phone earlier?”

I tried to keep still. “Uh-huh.”

“Who was it?”

I didn’t answer. I knew I probably didn’t need to.

She looked up at me with a smile. “Was it the dentist?”

“Maybe.”

She giggled. “Don’t be coy.”

“I’m not.” I couldn’t be something if I didn’t know what it meant.

“What did you talk about?”

“¡Mamá!” I hissed, swatting the back of my hand to her thigh. “Stop being nosey.”

“Oh, come on.”

“It was nothing, we were just chatting.”

“Did he call you?”

“Sí.”

“Aye, le gustas.” Oh, he likes you.

I gave a flat hum and shook my head.

“Lo sabía.” I knew it, my mother was smug.

“Whatever.” I scoffed.

I didn’t stay up for much longer with Mum and Dad before I decided to call it a night.

Ruby was spread out all across the bed but she was flat out, so I repositioned her on the side closest to the wall and settled down next to her. She was so angelic like that I couldn’t help but fawn over her. She was angelic most of the time, just not today. I played with her hair and stroked her cheek, but she never moved a muscle.

Sleep claimed me in no time at all.

We didn’t hang around in Perranporth on Sunday morning. Mum and Dad stayed back for a few hours to check out of the site and visit Port Isaac (where Doc Martin is filmed), but I wanted to get some groceries and get Ruby home so she was ready to go back to school on Monday morning.

She picked the music for the journey, randomly selecting songs from my music library and playing them when she felt like it, even if the last one hadn’t finished yet. It was starting to give me a headache, but she still wasn’t really talking to me so I let her do what she wanted.

We stopped at a Sainsbury’s in Taunton to do the shopping. It was about halfway home and it also made a nice change from shopping in Tesco. Ruby found some new pyjamas and a sticker book to keep her occupied for the rest of the way home, and we also picked up some lunch, which we ate in the car park before we took off again. I was aware it wasn’t a very exciting thing to do, but I really was eager to go home. My headache did subside a little after I’d eaten.

“Mummy?”

I glanced at my daughter, a little shocked that she was deciding to speak to me again. “Yes, muffin?”

We were coming up to the North Bristol junction where the M4 and M5 met, so we didn’t have too much further to go before we were home.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

My stomach churned, and I was probably a little too slow with my answer. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” It wasn’t technically a lie.

“Are you getting a boyfriend?”

“Er… I don’t know.”

“What does that mean?”

I spluttered a laugh. “It means I don’t know. I might get one, I might not. I don’t… I don’t have any solid plans to, but it doesn’t mean in the future I won’t have one.”

“Right…”

I blinked, a little confused by the general conversation. “Is that okay?”

In my periphery I noticed her crumpling stickers in her hand. “I don’t want you to have a boyfriend.”

“Well, that’s fine, because I don’t have one.”

“But I don’t want you to get one later, either.” She said in a flat voice, and then looked right up at me. “Promise you won’t get a boyfriend, Mummy.”

I was a little stunned for words. “Rubes… I’m not gonna promise that to you.”

“Why not?”

“Because some time down the line I might find someone I really like.”

“What if I don’t like them?”

“Well, that’s different. The only way anyone could ever become my boyfriend is if they get your approval first.”

“I’ll hate all of them.”

“You don’t know that you’ll hate all of them, Ruby. Someone might come along who’s really nice.”

“Won’t matter.” She insisted.

“Why not?”

“Because boys are rubbish and I know they won’t be good enough for you.”

“Oh,” I gave a breathy laugh as I glanced her way again, “poppet, that’s very sweet.” I stroked a hand over her hair. “No matter what happens with whoever, you are always my number one priority, okay? No man comes before you, I can promise you that.”

Ruby was quiet for a moment, but I knew she wanted to say something else. “Sorry for being grumpy.”

I giggled. “That’s alright. You’ve had a long week, you’re probably tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a nap if you want to. It’ll do you good.”

“I’m not very good at napping.”

“Me neither. But it never hurts to try.”

“But then you’ll be lonely.”

“Impossible. I’ve got you and Bongo. I’ll be just fine.”

She looked at me, then at her lap and sighed. “Okay,” she said, and pushed everything on her lap onto the floor. “Will you wake me up if you feel lonely?”

“I will.”

“Thank you, Mummy. I love you.”

I took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Te amo más.”

Ruby kissed my hand in return, and then turned to rest her head against the window. I didn’t hear another word out of her until we were home.

seventeen

Even though it had only been three days I was nervous to see Harry again - that nervousness that came with the prospect of a new relationship, though. Not the other, generalised type of nerves. I didn’t have anxiety belly or a disposition. I was excited more than anything.

I was cleaning the kitchen after dinner when he finally arrived to collect his child. I looked at the clock on the wall when the door knocked and thought it a little odd that he was an hour late - usually I was the tardy one (thanks for the English lesson, Darren). I left the towel on the oven handle and went to answer the door.

“Sorry I’m late.” Harry said immediately. “I called a patient about a gingival graft and immediately regretted it.”

I blinked. Did he expect me to know what that was? “That’s okay. I’m late all the time.”

“Has he been alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Same as always.” I laughed awkwardly.

Harry smiled, his gaze studious. “Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Just fine. Are you?”

“Marvellous now.”

I felt the blush creeping up on me. “Good. Do you… want to come in for a tea?”

Harry bit away a smirk. “Why did you ask that as if you don’t really want me to?”

I took a deep breath and looked towards the ceiling. “I do want you to come inside. However, Ruby is currently on some weird anti-male campaign and I’m worried if she sees you in the house she’ll think something is going on.”

“Something is going on, Floss.”

“No, I know.” I groaned. “Sorry, I’m being a twat.”

“Tell you what… I’ll pass on the tea this time around, and I’ll text you later instead.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Where is Ruby now?”

“Upstairs.”

“Good, so she won’t have a clue if I do…” He stepped inside the door, ushering me backwards just enough so that he could close it behind him, but that we weren’t visible to the rest of the house. Then he kissed me. Just once, very politely, on the lips. “That.”

My entire face was on fire. “Right.”

I peered into the house to see if by some freaky inconvenience she’d appeared to judge me, but there were no children in sight. I could hear them playing upstairs.

While I had the opportunity, I kissed Harry back. Harder. That kiss was different from all others before, because we felt as if we were being naughty - like teenagers in a school corridor during lesson time. It felt dangerous.

He held onto me as I did him, his hands against my back under my t-shirt and my hands holding his face. My tongue was in his mouth, mint the primary flavour, and his nose was pushed into my cheek. It was messy. More messy than it needed to be, yet I felt it could be messier. I wanted him on the floor with his fingers inside of me.

I was startled by my own thoughts and immediately pulled away.

“No,” Harry whined, chasing after me.

“Yes.” I retorted, pushing at his face and then readjusting my t-shirt. “Oscar, Daddy’s here!” I called up the stairs, wiping said father’s saliva off my face at the same time.

Harry made a guttural noise. “That’s a dangerous word.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, forcing a calm smile when I turned back to him.

His nostrils flared and his jaw set. He was amused and trying not to show it. “Liar.”

As the children thumped their way down the stairs, I ushered Harry back outside before Ruby could tell me off for having a male in the house. He was quite obviously entertained by my panic.

“Hi, mate.” Harry said to his child when he appeared together with mine.

“Hi, daddy.” Oscar said innocently while trying to put his shoes back on.

“Have you had a good day?”

Ruby slipped under my arm and wrapped herself around me. At least I knew she still liked me to some degree.

“Yeah,” was all Oscar decided to offer.

“That’s good.” Harry smiled. “Shall we get you home?”

“Okay,” he nodded, and stood right in front of his dad in the doorway. Then he turned over his shoulder and gave me the smallest, cutest smile, “thank you, Ruby’s Mum.”

I couldn’t help my delighted expression. “You’re very welcome, Oscar.”

“Bye, Oscar!” Ruby suddenly shouted, still clinging to me.

“Bye, Ruby.” He returned with a little wave, and then stepped outside to begin walking down the path to Harry’s car.

“Have a good evening.” Harry said.

“And you, Harry.”

Ruby stayed silent as she clung to me, and when I looked down at her she was scowling.

“Ruby, say goodbye, please.”

She huffed. “Bye.”

I had to refrain from telling her off while Harry was still there, but I knew my expression was giving me away.

“See you later.” He chuckled. At least he wasn’t offended.

Ruby pottered back into the living room as soon as he started walking down the path, but I waited until he was in his car and already driving out of the close.

“Mummy?”

I took a deep breath and closed the door before I answered her. “Yes, poppet?”

She was sitting on the sofa next to a sleeping Bongo. “Can you teach me some Spanish?”

I was a little surprised by her question. “You want me to teach you some Spanish?”

“Yeah… Abuela would teach me some before bed on holiday and I liked it a lot.”

“Oh,” I said around breathy laughter. “Sure, I can teach you a little bit. What do you want to know?”

I sat with her on the sofa, and she curled up next to me with her head against my boob. I stroked my hand over her hair. We sat like that for the whole night while I spoke Spanish at her and she just listened, repeating after me in her little English accent. Mum would have a fit if she heard her talking Spanish with an English lilt, but at least she was trying.

I talked and talked until she eventually fell asleep with her head in my lap. I simply watched her for a little while, cooing over her gorgeous little face. She was rosy in her cheeks and her dark hair shone even in the dim light of our front room.

For some reason my thoughts turned to what a world without her might be. What would it be like if I hadn’t kept her. I realised how much I didn’t want that. I’d be lost without her; I would be a woman without a purpose.

I did exactly what I shouldn’t do, and carried her to bed to sleep with me in mine, and I let the dog up, too. The three of us slept cooped up together like Eskimos in an igloo, except it was boiling hot outside and Ruby was like an oven at night. Alas, I kept the two of them right next to me, and we stayed that way the entire night.

The next day, when I collected Ruby from school, Harry and Geri were standing together in the car park as they waited for the children to be released from their educational prison. I tried to behave like I wasn’t over the moon that he was there - I had to play this relatively cool, didn’t I? Nobody, apart from my mother, knew what Harry and I were doing, and I wasn’t sure how obvious I was allowed to be. Actually, being obvious was completely off the cards anyway, because I didn’t want the other parents talking about us yet.

“Alright?” Geri asked when I took my place beside them.

“Yeah, fine.” I shrugged. “You?”

She grunted. “Bit tired. Zara said it was busy today?”

“Only as busy as every day is at the moment.”

“She was being dramatic, then.”

“As always.”

“That doesn’t sound like Zara.” Harry commented, his tone passive.

The two of us looked at him, and he was smirking.

“I actually wanted to ask you,” Geri said as if she’d forgotten something, ignoring Harry’s joke, “are you free on Friday? I need a girl’s night.”

“Er,” I could feel my face burning and it probably wasn’t a good look. I glanced at Harry, who was already looking at me with an odd, smugly expectant look on his face. I couldn’t say no outright, that would be too obvious. But I obviously didn’t want to give up my planned date night.

“No offence, Harry.” Geri laughed, swatting his arm.

He cleared his throat and folded his arms. “None taken.”

“It is Fridays Ruby goes to your Mum’s isn’t it?” Geri pressed

“Yeah, it is.” I couldn’t deny that - it had been the same ever since Ruby started going to school.

“Oh wait,” Geri visibly paused, and then smacked her cheek, “I can’t do this Friday. I’m taking Milly to the theatre.”

What a relief. “That’s fine.”

“Next Friday?”

Children began to appear on the playground so I kept an eye out for Ruby.

I nodded. “I can do next Friday.” If a second date with Harry was at all on the cards, it would have to wait. Even though I didn’t really want to.

“Cool. I’ll get onto Zara.”

“Okay.”

Oscar was the first to arrive out of the three children, but I found it unusual that Ruby wasn’t with him. I watched as he greeted his daddy with a little fistbump, and then Harry rubbed his hair playfully. I wanted to stare at their interactions all day - they were so simple but so cute.

“Where’s Ruby, Oscar?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he looked up at me blankly, “I think she went to the toilet.”

“Alright.” I smiled at him.

“See you tomorrow?” Harry prompted.

I gave him a small nod and a closed-lip smile. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye guys.” Geri said with a wave when they started to walk back towards their car.

“Bye-bye!” The two of them called together.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, Geri said, “They are disgustingly adorable.”

I desperately wanted to agree, but I also wanted to remain passive. I simply hummed.

Not long after Milly appeared, still without Ruby, so I let the two of them go home. I was conscious of Bongo in the car on his own. I’d left the window down for him but I was still itching to get to Mum and Dad’s.

When Ruby did finally appear ten or so minutes later, she didn’t seem particularly rushed or worried.

“¡Vamos, Rubes, la abuela se preguntará dónde estamos!” Come on, Grandma will be wondering where we are!

She heard me shouting and picked up her pace a little.

“Why are you so late out, querida?” I asked, stroking over the top of her head when she reached me.

She didn’t look at me when she answered. “I needed the toilet.”

“For 20 minutes?”

We began walking back to the car so we wouldn’t be any more late. “I had… an issue.”

I knew what she meant, I just wasn’t sure which end of the spectrum she meant. Or whether she was just lying about her ‘issue’. “Are you poorly?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“Well, have you been like it all day?”

“No, just when I was leaving.”

I stopped and sighed, pulling her against me for a hug. “Alright, my darling. But you have to let me know if it keeps happening, okay?”

“Okay.” Was all she said.

“Buena niña.” I pecked the top of her head. “No me gusta verte enferma.”

“What does that mean?” She asked, resting her chin against my chest to give me a dopey look.

“It means, I don’t like it when you’re poorly.”

“Can you say it again?”

Slowly, because I knew she learned better by watching my lips move, I repeated myself. “No me gusta verte enferma.”

“No me gusta verte enferma.” She copied me word for word, in a much less Spanish accent.

“Eso es todo.” That’s it, I grinned and pinched her cheek. “Be careful with your accent around Grandma if you try anything later.”

“I know, she always tells me off.”

I chuckled as I helped her into the car. “Well, Abuela has been speaking Spanish a lot longer than both of us. The accent can be very important.”

She grunted at me, and that was the last we said on it. I gave her cheek another pinch and then got myself buckled in so that we could get going. Only time would tell if she was telling the truth about her bathroom issue.

I’d basically tipped my wardrobe upside down trying to find something to wear for my dinner with Harry. I knew it wouldn’t matter to him, but I still wanted to look… good. I cringed outwardly at myself. I hadn’t wanted to look good for a man since Federico, and here I was turning my entire wardrobe inside out. I needed some inspiration from somewhere.

It was hot, and would remain so for the foreseeable night ahead. So I couldn’t face the idea of jeans sticking to my thighs. I’d fucked myself over with that one considering 99% of my wardrobe was jeans, leggings and stupid graphic t-shirts. I dug around for a skirt - my only one, which was probably the wrong colour for anything but it was the first real idea I’d had. I eventually found it - a cream guipure lace maxi skirt with a ruffled hem.

Now I just needed a top to go with it. I discarded all my t-shirts and found the one I was looking for - a ditsy floral off the shoulder thing with puffy sleeves and a neckline a bit lower than I’d usually go for. I didn’t actually purchase that one myself - it was a gift from Zara. Clearly she knew I’d need it one day.

I’d already showered and was waiting for my hair to dry, so I put on a little bit of makeup, cleaned my teeth and made sure I smelled the furthest thing from oil and grease. Once my hair was at an acceptable level of dryness, I brushed it again and put some serum on the ends so it didn’t look so lifeless. I was obviously due in for another trim - if I didn’t remind my mother, she would surely remind me in the next few days. I sent her a quick text:

Floss 18:45 ¿Corte de pelo mañana? xxx

I made my way downstairs to put my sandals on while I waited for her answer, and found my little over-the-shoulder bag to put my things in rather than taking my usual rucksack.

Mamá 18:47 Sí, venir más tarde después del cierre xxx

She wanted me to come after the shop had closed, I imagine because she wanted Harry and I to spend as long together as possible before I collected Ruby. Sneaky woman.

I tucked my phone into my little bag and made my way into the village. It was so warm that it didn’t take very long for my legs to start chafing, and I immediately regretted my decision to wear a skirt without at least some shorts underneath. I should’ve thought about some chafing cream… maybe they had something in the shop next to Harry’s house.

I stopped in on my way past, and while they didn’t have any chafing cream specifically, they did have some Savlon. I gave my mother a thought, because her resolve for any issue was always Savlon. She would be proud. I stashed the cream in my bag before I left the shop. I don’t know why I was embarrassed at the thought of someone catching me with it, because everyone chafes, but I didn’t want anyone besides the nice shopkeeper knowing that I had it. Especially not Harry.

The walk across his gravel driveway to his front door was much more difficult in sandals than it was in boots or trainers, and I had to do my absolute best not to fall on my face. I knocked on the door and patiently waited for an answer.

Except I never got one.

I looked at the time and frowned. We’d agreed to meet at 7, and it was now 7. I tried the door again, this time a little louder in case he was at the opposite end of the house.

Still, I never heard even a slight shuffle.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was I being mocked? That didn’t seem like Harry… I took multiple steps backwards until I nearly fell off the porch, and had to look around myself to make sure nobody had seen me. I checked my phone for a message, but I didn’t have any kind of notification waiting for me. I looked up, blindly shoving my phone back into my pocket while trying not to get upset.

I looked out across the river and scanned the area, still conscious of being seen to look like an idiot. I realised it wasn’t that hard for me to do.

And then I noticed something at the top of Awkward Hill.

Harry was standing outside Barb’s house. Even though it was a fair distance away I knew it was him, and I knew where Barb lived because everyone in the village knew where everyone lived. Oscar had apparently been given some e-numbers because he was zipping around his daddy’s legs nearly tripping him over. And then I could see Barb in the open doorway, she and Harry chatting.

I watched as Harry ushered Oscar inside, gave Barb a very brief hug and then began walking away.

Something was niggling at me. I didn’t know instantly what it was, but I was being thick. Again. Why would Harry take Oscar to Barb’s for the night? Had they just become familiar since he’d moved and she offered to look after him on nights when he needed a break?

“Oh my God,” I said out loud, realising what it was that was niggling at me.

Barb’s daughter Lottie was married to Harry! How the fuck had I not realised that?! I felt like an idiot, only I could take that long to work out something so simple. Of course! I was even in the room when Barb said to my mother that he’d moved here with the baby. Except, Oscar wasn’t a baby anymore, but I guess in many ways he was the baby generally speaking.

I tried to calm myself down before Harry reached me, because I couldn’t have him knowing that I was only now understanding his role.

When I could finally make him out, he wasn’t at all dressed how I expected him to be. He had on a navy and white horizontal stripe top with white linen trousers and black espadrilles. Not to be disgusting but he looked delicious. His facial hair was definitely helping.

“Hello,” He greeted me with a smile as soon as he was on the driveway.

“Hi,” I said as calmly as I possibly could.

He placed a very innocent kiss on my lips, his eyes wandering what he could see of me. “You look very lovely.”

I swallowed the small, dry lump in my throat. “Thank you. You look…”

“Awful?” He suggested with a laugh.

I shook my head immediately. “No. The exact opposite of that.”

“Oh,” He said with a mild surprise. ‘“Thank you. Sorry I’m late, I had to take Oscar up to Barb’s - she wasn’t back in time to get him from school.”

I shrugged. “It’s alright. I only mildly panicked.”

“I’d be a twat to miss a date with you.” He insisted, and gently took my hand. “Are you hungry?”

“Absolutely starving.”

We walked the short distance to The Swan hand in hand, talking about our day in the most simple and easy way. It felt so odd being like this with someone, but in a really good way. I never thought it would be that… uncomplicated, to just be with someone. Harry made it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

Given the temperature, we decided to sit in the garden in the shade somewhere, a little bit obscured from the view of any prying eyes. We ordered a bottle of wine to share, and I very quickly chose what I wanted to eat. Harry didn’t take much longer either.

“Is Ruby feeling better?”

I gave a singular breathy laugh. “I don’t think she was ill in the first place.”

“No?”

I shook my head. I’d asked Ruby multiple times daily since Tuesday if she’d had any more toilet problems and her answer was always no, and that she was fine. “I might be reading into it too much, but it’s strange for a child to have one bad toilet trip and be that shy about it. Especially my child. She has never been shy about anything in her life.”

“Do you think she’s being deceitful about something?”

I thought he knew by now not to use big words around me. I cocked my brow.

“Lying.” He chuckled. “Do you think she’s lying about something?”

“Oh, yes. But I don’t know what. I’ve told her before she doesn’t need to keep things from me, and it’s just not like her to lie.”

Harry made a complacent hum. “I’m sure it’ll sort itself out, Floss. Maybe she did just have a bathroom incident.”

I grunted. “Maybe.”

He reached across the table to take my hands. “If there’s one thing I’ve learnt about kids from having one, it’s that they can’t keep secrets for long. They don’t know how to, not when it’s about themselves. Oscar is the quietest child I’ve ever known, but if he’s poorly he won’t shut up about it. And if he’s been hiding something from me, he will always slip up at some point and give himself away. They’re too young to be dishonest.”

I stared at him for a moment with a pout, and I could feel his thumbs rubbing into the back of my hands among gentle squeezes. Eventually, I sighed, “You’re right. Thank you.”

He shrugged. “Any time. Maybe now you’ll tell me why you’re so scared of dentists.”

I barked a laugh. “Ha! Fuck no.”

He groaned and rolled his head back. “Why?!”

“Because it’s none of your business, that’s why.”

Harry pulled a face and dropped his head against our hands. His nose muzzled against my skin and it made me feel dizzy. “Please?”

“No.”

He peered up at me. “Whatever it is, it’s definitely not as bad as you think it is.”

“It’s not up to you to be the judge of that.”

He narrowed his eyes as he sat up straighter again. “One day…”

I rolled my eyes. “Nope.”

He watched me for a moment, relaxed in his composure and his gaze overtly warm. I felt like freshly baked bread under it, ready to be sliced up and consumed by him.

Unfairly, I thought of Lottie at that moment. I thought how, at one point, or multiple points, that affectionate gaze had belonged to her. I didn’t even resent her for it. I actually felt guilty, because I felt like I was taking him away from her, even though she wasn’t here anymore.

I cleared my throat, prying one of my hands out of his to take a sip of wine.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, watching me intently still, except this time he looked concerned.

“Nothing.” I said, shaking my head, and then I took another drink.

“I can see it in your face, Florence. Something just… bothered you.”

“I’m fine, Harry. Promise.”

He carried on looking at me for a little while longer, and then he used his free hand to take a drink of his own. “If it’s about your elusive dental-related incident then I think I have a right to know.” He said around the lip of his wine glass, a jesting lilt to his tone.

“Sod off, you do not have a right to know.” I laughed, and shifted in my seat. I pulled my left leg up and tucked it underneath my right thigh.

“Not fair of you to keep me in the dark like this. Think it’s really mean.”

“Well now you’re just being childish.”

He scoffed, perpetually offended, and ripped his hand away from mine. “How rude.”

“Baby.”

“Stop it.”

I smirked. “Big, big baby.”

“Go back to being cute and unassuming, you were easier to flirt with.”

I wanted to be offended but I had to laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Harry.”

“That’s more like it.”

Eighteen, Nineteen & Twenty

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[jonassiegenthighler]

Obsessed w the title johnluke two johnluker, expand on this please!!

LMAO Okay well first of all you need to know about my personal obsession with the film Die Hard 2: Die Harder (a film which I'm not positive that I've actually seen), I genuinely think it is such a funnier sequel title format than "electric boogaloo" and I will die on this hill (harder than the first time) so that's why it's called that.

Secondly, it isn't actually the sequel to anything, I called it that because at the time, the only other fic in my google docs was the curling fic which was just called "johnluke" until I finished it.

It's literally just domestic fluff about Luke making himself a key to John's apartment and refusing to leave until John falls in love with him. I will probably scrap it for parts and put them in other fics rather than actually completing it but you never know, you know?

Snippet:

Luke made himself a key to John’s apartment at some point. John wasn’t sure when or how he had pulled that off, but one day he just started showing up and walking in like he owned the place. John knew he should be upset about it; that this was probably burglary, in the legal sense, and that he should stand up for the sanctity of his home. Maybe he would have, if he hadn’t privately wanted Luke in his home and in his space as often as possible, leaving his things around like it didn’t matter because he would be back for it soon, and this way he could have that without ever having to ask for it.

“I can’t take it!” He called out on his way to the kitchen where he started pulling out the ingredients for pb&j’s, he put on his startlingly good Jack impression, “‘Luke where are you going? We have plans.’ No, Jack. YOU have plans. You can’t just include me in everything without even asking me!” Johnny privately found Luke’s insistence on consent for social activities to be hypocritical in a deeply hilarious way, standing as he was in John’s kitchen, stealing his food, uninvited (but not unwanted). “He does this all the fucking time! I mean, obviously I love the guy, but Christ, I didn’t spend this much time with him when we were kids!” He had like six slices of bread peanut-buttered and was about to go back in for the jelly when he got to the end of his rant. Never let it be said that Luke Hughes isn’t a goddamn expert at pb&j construction.

“Hello, Luke. Welcome to my home, Luke. Please, come in and help yourself to my food.” John said, sarcastically, when Luke finally stopped to take a breath. He didn’t mean it and they both knew it, but he had to keep up some semblance of control over his life, at least for appearance’s sake.

“Yeah, yeah.  I’m very rude.” He shot back with a dismissive hand wave. “Come on, Johnny, let’s not act like you wouldn’t have let me in.” The smirk on the kids face was cocky, all Hughes. It doesn’t help John’s case that he’s right. If there’s one thing he has learned in the months since Luke first arrived in New Jersey, it’s that he is absolutely powerless when it comes time to say no to him. He didn’t know if it was a Hughes thing or a Luke thing, and he guessed that it didn’t really matter one way or another. The end result was still all 6 foot 1 inch of his body was wrapped tightly around the youngest Hughes’s little finger.

[razorblade180]

My Hero Manga Stuff

Ya know…I’ve liked villainous characters before and the rude people; some might say I’m too sympathetic to multiple things perspectives. That being said, I never excuse their actions and the current circumstance. So I absolutely mean this when I say…

If Endeavor ends up having to kill Dabi or Dabi dies at all by the end of this; that’s perfectly acceptable. Now I know that upsets a lot of people, but that’s okay. At this point there’s a section of the fandom that hates Enji no matter what he does regardless of its actually his fault or not. They can’t be pleased unless it’s him dying and that’s pretty wild.

People want to argue it would make Shoto’s efforts and the story meaningless, no it wouldn’t. If Enji kills his own son it solidifies that if his atonement and safety for his family means him not being around or resenting him, then he’ll still do it because it’s not about getting to an ending where he’s still in their lives. He’s not fighting for that right. And isn’t like he’s been disregarding or regressing to old mindsets since his arc.

Trusting his family, acknowledging his wrongs, facing them, listening, and asking/letting others help. He even is addressing Dabi as Touya, but none of that means this ends pretty because Dabi himself doesn’t feel wrong or wants to change. Not only is he at the point where he’s basically a flaming corpse, but Shoto developed an entire move to contain him but Dabi does not care. He’s still killing and ramping. If he were to die then it wouldn’t be fault on any of his family or heroes. He rejects all opportunity despite them trying and despite it being upsetting Shoto, the message he can gleam for that is while it’s invaluable to try, you can’t save a person who doesn’t want to be. Dabi is after friends, family, civilians, everyone. There’s a point where being concerned for him can’t take priority or else everyone else who matters to him will die.

I’ve always thought Dabi is cool and his story is interesting, but there’s also a point it becomes the most selfish and less about tragic for me personally. I originally thought Enji personally pushed to do a move that burned him regardless of his well being and led to his “death” but no! Endeavor was never shitty enough to let a child burn to death; he wasn’t even there at the incident! Dabi is fully aware that he got stolen off the mountain so his father could not find him and was then trained viscously to be stronger than him. Dabi saw the memorial and life going on and while he’s definitely right to be upset and messed up in certain regards, he did nothing to change his own circumstance after the incident. Enji never hid him like a secret, didn’t look, or stopped thinking about him. He was misled to think Dabi was dead which made him spiral into worse habits! So all his monologues about Endeavor being the absolute worse fall a little flat when you realize all of his mistakes didn’t lead to Dabi, but it was several mistakes and All For One orchestrating to make it the worst thing possible.

It’s why I really don’t get Dabi stans when hating Enji so feverishly because yeah, he definitely did terrible things, but a portion of how he became was the byproduct of All For One capitalizing and off of Touya’s tragedy and Dabi never going back. AFO is evil, so I never expect him to do anything good. Enji is a fuck up, but partly do to circumstances and knowledge he wasn’t aware of that could’ve radically changed his mindset and actions if Dabi actually tried returning, who is also a victim in the beginning. Honestly Enji and Dabi have both been played by AFO for personal gain.

I guess that’s all I wanted to say. It just feels so bizarre how this late in the story people still want to put everything on Enji when he can’t be accountable for everything without people truly believing Dabi willingly killing people of his choice is entirely Endeavor’s fault and that’s insane. After all, Deku says it best, “It’s your quirk, not his.”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #endevour #enji todoroki #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #bnha dabi #mha spoilers

[bwabys-scenarios]

I’m sorry for upsetting you but had to share my feelings on the matter when I was not the only one who felt that way. No excuses or guilt meant but literally just explaining myself and how hurt I was by being what I felt was a clique. Not saying it was or is but again, that is how I feel.

I’m probably just talking to air at this point but oh well 🤷‍♀️ /nm

If you know who left months ago that was active and a lowkey friend why not reach out to them??? The fact you feel the need to go off when someone felt left out and hurt many, many times is telling enough. Whether it’s online or real life that type of thinking of “whatever not my fault people don’t talk or not my problem people feel that way” is not going to end up well ; take it from someone who has fucked around and found out. There’s a difference between stretching yourself thin of course and having empathy. You’re not a therapist and no one should be still, People are still people behind the screen and yes it’s hard to know how to react or what to say or if something gets misinterpreted. Still, why blame people for coming to you feeling upset? And just like, allowing it to happen?? It’s not about people only talking to you on discord or blogs but about as a leader of it allowing them to feel welcome and trying to understand them. With Asperger’s it’s hard for me, but I do try my very hardest to understand when I sure don’t. again I am probably just talking aloud right now and this might be met with more defensiveness. I’m sorry and it isn’t my intention.

Anyway. I wish you well on your writing ventures, blog, and your personal life.

H, if this is you come off anon and talk to me, or message me. Because if you’re the person I’m THINKING of, then you left today. I don’t know about anyone else, so maybe my assumption is wrong.

And they could have reached out to me! It goes both ways! I don’t want to bother people, if they left I usually assume it’s because they didn’t like being in a discord with so many people or I bored them because I’m usually pretty focused on one thing and that’s understandable.

Yeah I’m going to be defensive when people try to insinuate I don’t have empathy what does that mean? Huh?

That is… so weird to me. THIS IS JUST SOCIAL MEDIA. This is weird of you to say, especially to a fellow autistic person! I gave an explanation, sorry if it came off as rude, I have trouble with tone and people usually see me as aggressive or defensive when I try to explain myself, which other autistic people probably understand.

Like this is really upsetting I’ll be honest, if you’re who I think you are I was really enjoying talking with you and looking forward to vcing with you tomorrow, and this stuff actually breaks my heart and HURTS. Why do I have to assume you have some grievance with me when you could just message me or be direct? I can’t read minds, honestly this really hurts and it’s probably the first time I’ve cried in a long time. I’m usually not the kind of person to say how much some things hurt me but the fact that you did this through anon instead of going straight to me hurst my heart.

If you still want to talk things out message me. Because this hurts, and I don’t want to stop being friends if you’re who I think you are. I woke up to thee messages at 1 am after falling asleep at around 11 pm, and they just made me feel… sad.

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Four.

My mind is everywhere but this, like I want to be here for Halle, but my mind is also elsewhere because of everything, always me. Like why me, why does all the shit happen to me and it’s annoying to feel this way. I have been a bad person clearly because shit just follows me always “I did not know Rylee the great would be here” I laughed at Diji saying such shit “I came back home” he cooed out “home huh, you ain’t even taken the citizenship yet. When you becoming an official one. You little American” he sat down, I shrugged “soon, the test is hard. Like I did a test one and I failed it so yeah, you need to teach me about the British culture clearly” he pulled a face “how do I know? I am just here for vibes” he shrugged which made me laugh “for vibes, shut up. You back early from work, what you doing here?” I am asking why he is in his own place “I had a half day so I thought I would come here, then I see you. Halle still here?” nodding my head “she hasn’t come down to see me yet, and may I add I did nothing wrong” it’s annoying she is acting like this “oh, I don’t even know what happened” I guess Lillian didn’t want to tell him “I guess you about to be kicked out of the house once again” he scoffed “how are you though? I ain’t tell Lillian about anything you told me; I wasn’t sure if that was something you wanted so I kept quiet. Not like it is anything wrong but that is your issue, you may not want people to be talking about it” Diji is so sweet “thank you, and I am well. I have a lot to think about. I just don’t know what to do. Does he even want me, where do I go from here if he actually doesn’t? I can’t trust men; they don’t see me as a wife they see me as a fuck and with Aziel he won’t accept another man after the trauma and then what? I don’t know” Diji eyeballed me “relax” he kisses his teeth “relax, just talk. Speaking works you know, you need to speak to him and just be straight, Rylee you can’t jump on a scenario yet, ask him how it is. Ask him if he wants you and I think he will say yes but I can’t say, you need to speak to him on that. Relationships are hard and it’s harder when things happen, and a lot did happen, but don’t trip. I will help you find another roadman” we both laughed “I am done with it” shaking my head, it’s all so hard work “as a fellow London man, he is hurting I know bro is. They move mad in love and hurt” Diji added which made me feel sad because he won’t speak to me on it.

Halle decided to come down with Lillian, then Lillian kicked Diji out which he wasn’t happy at all “I don’t know why you are mad with me” I said to her straight up, I don’t like this shit she is being “because you let him disrespect me Rylee, he was calling me a bitch and then he punched Wyge. You allowed him to be rude to me” Halle defended “you was putting the blame on him, he was mad. What do you want him to do? Sit there and accept the blame for you both, I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to fix the issue; he swore at you, but I am sure he did out of anger. Why is it Wyge sees the wrong and you don’t? Accept you both fucked up and we all can move on” it’s crazy, Halle stared off in silence “I didn’t want this to come out yet, it’s just all so new to me, to us and now it’s out” she mumbled “and Colin deserves you to tell him, and he deserves the respect Halle. You’re reacting hard done by, I am here for you. I was upset how you came at me too, why would you do that? All I ever did was be good to you” Halle put her head down “I am sorry” she apologised “just I was caught off guard, I said it to him. I goes why didn’t you tell me that he knew, because if I did I could have prepared myself to know that you know” she shook her head “look, I am calm. It’s out and I am preparing to tell Colin” pressing my lips into a hard thin line “you sure he is the one? I mean Wyge” I am concerned for her “I am happy, I think we ran our course together. I think he knows it too” looking at Lillian “knowing Colin he is going to just accept what it is and walk off” I feel bad for him “Colin is a good man, too good for me. I know that” she put her head down “I will do right by him; I won’t hurt him because he did nothing wrong” I am glad she is seeing that.

I am glad Halle is seeing the light, but she is pregnant still because the way she rushed off to be sick once again “she is keeping the baby?” I asked Lillian “as far as I am aware yes, I can’t tell Diji. I feel like he will think I am bored with him, but I adore him so much” I cooed out “Diji is good, I called him when I was in New York. I needed advice from him, and he was like speak to your older brother, he is so kind to me. You’re lucky” Lillian giggled “my man, my man, my man” I scoffed “girl, don’t make me sick” I waved her off “how is your sister though? You went for her” rolling my eyes “that girl assumed Taylan was cheating, she needed me for support. That man was doing nothing but play video games, she was neglecting him, and he was feeling sensitive. So I was there as a third wheel with them two just being all in love” she let out an oh “he is so sexy though, Ti man is like the finest thing” Lillian needs to stop “don’t make me sick, you ain’t ever say that about Oakley” she sniggered “he is like one of the gang, he reminds me too much of Colin and Diji” Halle made her way back “Rylee girl, I am so sorry” I got up from the couch “it’s ok” we both hugged “I didn’t mean to say those words to you, I was so caught off guard that I jumped to defence mode without thinking so I attacked everything, this is on me and I know, so I am sorry. I love you so much and when I see Cench. I will apologise, this is my journey, so I need to fix it. And” she stepped back “If you want to be friends with him still, you all can. Knowing him he will want that because we were so close in friendship but it’s something I will do” nodding my head “I feel so bad, I am sorry” smiling at her “hormones raging, just everything. Don’t be feeling bad, I caught you off guard” she was not expecting me to know that, I get it so we can just move on from this.

I am glad that we can make up, that we can resolve things because Halle was being so hard headed about shit “how are you going to tell him?” I asked Halle “oh god” he groaned out “sit him down and just say the truth, he may punch a few walls. I think, but I can handle him. He will hate me, maybe. I don’t know but I just know he is going to be mad, but yeah” she shrugged “did I ruin what you and Cench was trying to build” I have to laugh “erm, no. He was pissed but I think he will be ok” I shrugged “you seem off though so what is wrong?” Halle picked on that as soon as she could “just some home truths, I just don’t think he is what he seems to be. Like he is ok and move forward, like in the moment I was ok until I thought back and realised that Oakley didn’t want me mourning his name out, he faced me away from him, twice. We only faced each other on the bus but he was put off in a weird way, but I didn’t pick it up. He hates me but had sex with me?” I am hurt “oh girl” Lillian said “he is a hundred percent thinking of the video he guarded with his chest, he is seeing the video in his head. He is hearing that, that is something wrong and it needs to be aired out, I don’t think you should be hurt by it but like, talk to him” It’s easier said then done, this is just so shit for me because why does all this shit happen to me.

My mother calling and said she needs to speak to me when I’m free, but I just know it won’t be anything good, I know it “I’m home now yeah” I said; one drama after another for me “you seem annoyed already, it’s not I’m telling you off in this texts but the difference between you as a child and you was with your dad is that you’re a girl, you grew out of it, you started to change. He’s a boy and a very charming one at that, he’s so bright. I’m proud of him but he is picking up grown men stuff, and by that I mean pretending to smoke. He talks like he’s one of the gang which doesn’t bother me but his mannerisms too. I took him to the bathroom, he said no. And ran to the men’s which Chris had to go there, he’s hanging with grown men in a setting full of adults, he even stood with his hands in the front of his pants just stood there, I told him off but it’s not good” my mom said “right” I just said “so I’m a bad mother” I added “I’m just telling you Rylee, I never said you was bad at all. You can’t just jump and say that, when he goes to school and the teacher tells you he is acting up you going to tell them are you implying I’m a bad mother? No you’re not, now he is going to school your home life will be shown, it will be exposed. So I am telling you as his nana, as his grandparent, you need to stop him from being with too many adult men. He needs to learn to not act like this, that is all. You are a good mother but little things that needed smoothing off. I had a wonderful time with him, he enjoyed himself and we got to spend time with him” my mother snapped at me “then what do you want me to do? I am trying, when he’s with his dad I can’t stop it can I?” I spat “you need to tell Oakley then; I get he’s trying to make him have manners, but he can’t monitor him always. He’s at the age where he needs to know that isn’t good, he’s going to play up for you, I am telling you now. Life is different in London, you need to think about it” this is just a headache “thanks” I mumbled “I am not trying to upset you, just wanted to tell you” my mother says but I feel like shit now “ok, thanks” what else can I say but that.

This big house is actually so lonely, even when Aziel comes home it’s just still too big for me, just me and my son but I refuse to leave because I will need it at some point. I mean I won’t be having more kids but still, I know my mother wouldn’t agree if I was to sell it, so I have to just deal with it really. Speaking of Aziel he is here with his dad, I feel so indifferent about things now. I’m not mad at him but he should just say it, and then on top of that the complaints from my mother about my child, I just give up because I’m not good enough mother now too but what do I know, I’m still learning how to be one, he’s my test child and the only child I will be having, I didn’t build my body back like this just to have it ruined for a child, that will not be happening for me again. Opening the door “welcome home” I said to him “hi mommy” he said stepping inside “mommy kiss” he said, see what I mean with my little charmer, leaning down to him and he grabbed my face and kissed my lips “thanks, sticky face” wiping my lips “you didn’t warn me” I said to Oakley “last minute thing” he said and placed his suitcase in the house “it’s fine but what if I wasn’t home?” he hasn’t even messaged me since “I know, my bad” he just said “who dropped you off?” I asked “erm Wyge” rolling my eyes “I am glad he is off my drive; he came crawling back to you. You got a minute?” I said, moving back into the house “erm yeah” he said, he stepped inside, and I just slammed the door close, I am not mad, but I just need to air it out with him “so you are going overseas now?” I asked “yeah” chewing on my bottom lip “have fun then” I have nothing else to say in regards to that “what going to do for your birthday?” He laughed “that’s months away but you ruined every single one since” side eyeing him, he’s laughing but it’s not funny really, it’s sad because I am a shit person.

This is awkward “Oakley erm, you honestly. Like haven’t bothered with me and then it hit me, you didn’t want to see my face while we had sex and now I am feeling like shit. You haven’t bothered with me Oakley. This is wrong, why? Do you hate me? Is what it is” he shook his head “hate you, I don’t hate you. I have been busy, what do you want from me? I did that grand gesture to you” he defended “then why are you blanking me, even now it’s awkward. Do you see that video when you see me, is that what it is? You thought of the video, huh? Tell me Oakley!” I shouted “it happened ok, I don’t want to bring it up because it hurts you. It happened to you, so I don’t want to bring it up for that reason. I don’t hate you Rylee, I just got to deal with shit ok” he looks annoyed at me “I wish you tell me you hate me and be done with it. Every one thinks I am stupid for having sex with you, because you haven’t healed, I don’t know really. I just want to know if you want me, because I feel like we can’t be. I feel like we are too far gone” Oakley sighed out “look, I have a lot of shit to go through. I have your mother marrying me off to you, do you want me, or do you feel secure with me?” he turned it to me “think about Rylee, you are secure with me, you feel safe because you are scared of others” I shook my head “don’t turn it on me, just go Oakley. Have your bus full of girls and go” I waved him off “yeah full of girls but they aint you” he walked off, I just don’t know what to do, this is all a mess really “I did that shit to show you that I want you, but you on this thing of questioning me. Things are going to be hard Rylee, I fucking saw you naked with another man, what you want me to do?” I waved him off walking off.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

[smileymoth]

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No i hate actually how much my dad has shaped me into a person and how i interact with things. I hate that i'm just like him sometimes and i express my feelings in the exact same dysfunctional way sometimes. That i lash out in anger sometimes. That i hate when people do things the "wrong" way. I hate that i had to fear him every weekend when he came home because what if the rooms werent clean enough and he would yell or be mad. I hate that i had to walk around eggshells around him when he was in a bad mood so he wouldnt yell at me, and i hate it more that it still fucks me up to the point that i run away when someone is upset bc im afraid of them. I hate that i would have such horrid anxiety abt him coming home on the weekends or staying at home for longer that i wished he hadn't come in the first place. I hated so much how he would twist my moms words, and read through all her messages and browse through all her history and shit on her and me for how long we both spent on the computer so i learned to delete history to get away with more computer time. I hate how one time he slapped me so hard on the thigh that it left a bruise but he denied it later so i have no fucking clue if it actually happened because hes never been physical w me and my mom but i remember it so vividly. It was 1 time and never again and in 3rd(?) Grade and i still remember it every now and then. I dont like it that i hated being at home because 80% of the time they were fucking arguing with my mom in the kitchen over something HE made up because HE was jealous of my mom or didnt like sth that my mom did bc HE didnt like it. He caused her so much grief and she had to put up with it and i followed suit because i wanted him to like me so i was nasty to my mom to please him. I had to listen to him rant abt mom and just nod along because i didnt know what to say. And then he started getting better and he wasnt so argumentative anymore so me and my mom were like omg hes changing. And then he fucking died. And i had to watch him die at the hospital while repeating to myself he will be fine becwuse hes a big strong man who has never been sick so he MUST survive, all while doing homework for logo class. And i woke up on tje morning of the 28th dec at 5am with the thought that my dad is probably dead. I brushed it off like haha im just anxious and went to sleep again. He died at 4am. I knew, i felt it.

And now i miss him so often because he was just misguided and didnt know how to deal with his emotions properly. But he still hurt me so bad and my mom even more from what shes told me. And i dont hate him at all even though i would be so scared of him id be nauseous and id cry before he came home bc i was so scared he woild be mad at me. i love him so much but i see him in my dreams so often and hes always so mean and rude in them and it sucks because i miss his hugs and i want him to hug me again and make jokes with me till im crying and i want to wake up on a saturday and go to tje kitchen to see him watching a russian youtube video about construction or "тор 10 момент" compilations while he eats his megapacked mayo grill sandwich and then he turns the water to boil so i could have tea. I want my dad to calm me down again because he was the only person who could do it at times. I want to be like hey dad im struggling with schoolwork can i just sit next to you and brainstorm out loud until i come up with something and yiu can help me think. Hey dad look im knitting a sock hahah yeah i know im crazy for that haha yeah. I miss him but i dont miss tjat he was so awful all tje time. Why couldnt he just be normal why did he have to be a controlling little freak who wanted everyone to do just as he wanted it to happen. And now wjenever sth happens i always find a way to connect it to my dad without wanting to. I hate it. I dont want to think of him as much because all my thoughts about him are so confusing and complex because of the person he was and it makes me feel worse and more confused and yet also nothing. Im happy my dad is dead because my mom is in a much happier relationship right now and i no longer fear coming home because What If hes in a Bad Mood and therfor walking too loud will make him yell. And then he will claim he didnt. While he clearly did

#moth post #dad thoughts #i need 2 sleep