#I’ve answered like 5 asks in a row. I’m so sorry

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Proactive Type of Person - Rafe Cameron One Shot

⭐ Republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

PervFrat!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

+18 Minor DNI

📖 Rafe is your boyfriend… You just don’t know it yet.

🪄 warning (contains spoliers): swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral (if I missed tags I’m sorry)

✨ “Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched. ✨

💋 Part 1 will be from Rafe’s POV Part 2 will be from the Female Reader’s 💋

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Rafe’s POV:

“So, class. What does its structure contribute to the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?” The professor drones on, sliding her reading glasses down her nose as she looks out onto the lecture hall. I shrink in my seat slightly, along with the other boys, doing my best to avoid her gaze.

Required reading, my ass. Did she honestly expect us to read this shit on a Thursday night? Barely drug my ass outta bed for class. Thank fuckin’ god. I relax in my seat as one of the front-row nerds saves the basic population who doesn’t give a fuck.

“Repetition. The poet used it to stress his key theme for his readers.”

I nod, scribbling a little line of nothingness on my paper, keeping up with the facade. That shit went in one ear and out the next. “Hey, Cameron.” My frat brother elbows me on the side. “You good for the kegs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. What else can daddy get you?” I sneer as I roll my eyes at Billy, who laughs and scoffs. “I get paid back first, plus 10%. Get me a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle; I ain’t drinkin’ Coors, and I ain’t pickin’ that shit up either.”

“Thanks, daddy,” he responds in a breathy voice, snatching the wad of cash off my hands. “We need ten kegs between the Deltas and Phi Mu… You good for that-”

“Fuck you, ‘Am I good for that’?” I cut him short through a breathy laugh. “You’re holdin’ the cash in your hands, bitch. Stop askin’. Add an extra 5% for questionin’ me-”

“Rafe.” My stomach sinks as my professor’s eyes zero in on mine. “Am I interrupting something?” The old bird cocks an eyebrow, her annoyance visible, matching my own.

“No,” I answer simply, crossing my arms across my chest and relaxing at my desk.

“Splendid. I assume you know the answer then. Correct?” She challenges me, trying to catch me off guard. A smirk pulls on her lips as she does just that. Cunt.

“I agree.”

“The key insight about death in the poem is, ‘I agree’?” She belittles. I stare at her blankly, blinking a few times to let her know she’s wasting her time. She’s not gettin’ shit out of me. I’ve got an A in this class, bitch. What’re you gonna do about it?

She chuckles weakly, shaking her head at my resistance. “Am I wrong, ma’am? I have a bit of conversational anxiety… If you’d like to repeat the question, I’d love to try again,” I ask through a shit-eating smirk, letting my sarcasm drip all the way through, irritating her even more.

“Anyone else?” She invites in a shrill voice as she dismisses me, looking around the room to find another. Some of my frat brothers snicker in the back, making the professor’s features even more rigid. “Miss. Y/n?” Her demeanor changes instantly, shaking off my defiance, moving on to another one of her perfect pets.

Who’s that?

Holy shit. I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry up as I see her. She twiddles her fluffy pink pen, acknowledging the teacher with a smile. Y/n? Jesus fuckin’ Christ. How have I never seen her before? I watch as a football player shuffles down the row of the lecture hall. My question, answered in a moment as his broad shoulders cut off my line of sight. No. I stretch back, cranking my neck to get her in my sights again.

“The key insight’s that death should be fought against, even though it is inevitable.” Her beautiful voice fills the lecture hall like a song. The teacher smiles at her again, praising y/n for her correct answer. Y/n grins and nods, averting her eyes as she catches the room’s focus. Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink, matching her glossy lips.

Those lips… I lick my own, thinking about the way they would look wrapped around my cock, drool running down her chin as she deepthroats my dick. I’d grip that little ponytail like a handlebar, using her mouth like a toy. I chuckle at myself, still surprised that my mind went there almost instantly, but I know myself too well. I am who I am.

Y/n looks so goddamn innocent… Not for long. She’s a slut for praise. I can tell. I can work with that.

My eyes work lower, following the curve of her cleavage in her low-cut shirt. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her on top; watch ‘em bounce in my face. I’m gonna cum all over her perfect rack. Tiddie fuck her while she cries for daddy’s dick. Smear that shit- “Earth to Rafe?” I grit my teeth as I’m torn from my fantasy. “Buddy, you good?” Billy chuckles, his voice taunting as he follows my focus to her. “Mmm… Y/n,” he sighs blissfully. “So fuckin’ hot, bro. She’s a Phi Mu girl.”

“No shit?”

“Mhmm… Transferred from LSU. Smart, funny, sexy… But she’s mine, buddy. Aight? Been layin’ down groundwork all semester.” He elbows me playfully, chuckling to himself, actually believing his own words.

“All semester, and you haven’t made a move?” I spit, eyes rolling in his direction. This whole conversation is laughable. Has he been sitting on this all semester? Really? She was mine the second I looked at her, buddy. You’re done.

“Long game,” he defends himself.

“Long game?” I scoff. “Doesn’t sound like you got any game at all...”

“Hey. Fuck off… I know she wants me. Her bedroom faces mine and she doesn’t even close the curtains when she changes anymore; she texts me all the time. See?” He gloats as he thumbs through his phone. I don’t even bother myself with the semantics. Why the fuck does that shit matter? What’s he gettin’ at? “I’m gonna help ‘em after class. They have some car wash fundraiser downtown.”

Is that so? “I like the sound of that,” I smile, feeling my cock growing stiff in my jeans at the thought of seeing her in next to nothing, wet and soapy no less.

“You can’t just take her from me, Rafe,” Billy mutters in annoyance. A laugh rumbles in my chest as I take in his empty words. “I’m not fuckin’ around. She’s mine.”

My head turns slowly in his direction as he bends in mine. I mean, the guy’s big, but I’m bigger. He can fight, but he’s not willing to see that shit through. Billy’s got that moral compass that urges him to stop where I couldn’t care less. And he knows it.

He balls his hands up in fists at his desk, jaw tightening as he does his best to intimidate me one last time. My boy’s a bitch.

“Mine.”

I study her movements as she glides through the halls. Her hair bounces with each step brushing along her backpack, half-hiding her perfect ass. Her bum shakes a little as she walks, just a tease for me. Y/n slight skirt grazes just a few inches below her ass, leaving her bare legs on display.

I wonder what they’d look like over my shoulder… Spread wide on my bed as I devoured her perfect pussy. Damn. I bet she makes some pretty sounds. I can’t wait to hear that, to see her face, as she squirts all over my mouth and cock.

Where are you going, pretty girl?

She hooks a left, heading toward the coffee shop. I continue to follow my girl, watching as she strolls inside. Y/n walks toward the line, stalling next to the case of pastries, eyeing the bottom. Do it for daddy, baby. C’mon. There you go… She drops down, surveying the options. That goddamn ass… Does she know I’m watching? She’s gotta know. The paisley material tugs higher on her thighs, a peek of her round ass poking out the bottom.

She stands up again, taking another step, moving with the traffic flow. Y/n reaches into her purse, pulling out her phone. She smiles as she looks at the screen. Billy Hargrove 💕. I feel my heart pick up pace, my breathing quickening; rage boils inside me.

I gave him an order. This shit’s not up to him. I roll the tension out of my neck, fingers twisting into fists of my own. Where’s the fucking loyalty? She bites her bottom lip and smiles at the message, making me physically ill.

I’ve got distracted by her… Say somethin’ to make her forget about that.

“Uh, hey,” I rasp. Y/n continues to type up a little message. “Y/n?” I reach out, resting my hand on her arm.

“Oh, hi… Umm, Rafe?” She says my name, making everything stand still. I look down at the beautiful eyes and soft, pouty lips, the corners of which curl into a sweet smile.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, trying to level my tone. “We’re in class together.”

“Yeah… She’s kind of a bitch. Right?” Y/n asks weakly as her eyes soften on mine, showing me pity like my feelings might have been hurt by that little exchange between the professor and me.

“Yeah, she sucks,” I laugh lightly, tossing my head down in fake shame. “The boys and I got a little rowdy last night. I didn’t read that shit. Did you? I mean, obviously-”

“On my way to class,” she giggles as she looks around playfully for our professor.

My mouth falls into an open smile. “Naughty girl. Coast is clear, by the way,” I rasp through a little laugh.

“Good,” Y/n sighs as she tucks some hair behind her ear.

“You’re really smart.” I praise, watching her cheeks blushing again, this time closer than before, making my heart bang in my chest.

“Thank you. Oh, umm, you’re a Delta. Right?” She asks, solidifying her answer as she eyes the embroidery on my polo.

“I am. And you’re Phi Mu?” Y/n grins as she nods in reply. “I’m headed over to your car wash after this.”

“Awesome. Yeah, Lyndsey was worried that the University might question where the money came from if we made anything off selling beer tonight.”

“A cover-up?” I smile down at her as I stuff my hands in my jeans.

“Mhmm,” she breathes. “The party’s gonna be huge. Do you think we’ll get busted?”

I chuckle at the sweet nativity of her question. “‘Course we will. Over 500 students in one place… But it’s a block party. Right? So they won’t be able to pinpoint anybody. Not usin’ the frat’s money directly. Cash. The boys are gonna pay me back as they sell cups. Untraceable.”

“Aww. That’s so nice of you,” she smiles. Her demeanor hasn’t faltered since we’ve spoken. She doesn’t seem to care about the material shit; my Breitling watch, the gold rings on my fingers. Her face didn’t light up when I dropped the fact that I would buy beer for the masses. She just said it was nice… Fuck, she’s perfect.

“I try… But, if we get busted, I’ll blame it on some beautiful Phi girl I know.”

She gasps playfully, smacking me in the chest. “You wouldn’t!” Everything tenses in my body as I fight back my arousal, covering the growing excitement in my slacks with my notebook.

Y/n looks over my shoulder, catching the girl’s eyes behind me as she tells us to move forward. “Sorry,” Y/n sighs apologetically, clearing the open space between us and the register. Y/n steps up to the counter, ordering a latte and a muffin before reaching into her purse.

“Oh, shit. No. Sorry! Let me,” I breathe as I hurry to her side. “I’ll pay for whatever she’s havin’ and a coffee for me: one cream, one sugar. Thank you.”

“Wow. Thank you, Rafe. You didn’t need to do that,” she coos.

“No problem, y/n.”

Gifts… That’s what my girl likes.

Well, shit. She’s gonna need a grand gesture. I can sneak into her room tonight. Check the essentials: dress size, music taste; the little things she enjoys.

I’ll take a look at her nightstand. How could I not? Gotta know what she uses to please herself so I know what I’m working with and what it takes to get her there. I want to know her better than she knows herself.

I follow along, trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I can’t help but roam her body. I’ve never seen anything like it, never seen anything so perfect for me. I never wanted anything so bad.

The barista walks over, setting down my coffee. I suck my teeth, regretting my choice, knowing if I got the same shit as her, I could have stayed. But I shouldn’t. “I’ll come by. Yeah? Don’t kill me… I gotta big ass truck, and she’s dirty as shit.”

“No worries,” she smiles sweetly. “I’ll see you there, Rafe. Oh, and thanks for the coffee again.” She reaches out, resting her hand on my arm.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I test a pet name, watching her smile widen. Just gorgeous.

I step away, walking towards the door. Looking over my shoulder as Y/n pulls out her phone, that same smile for Billy setting on her perfect lips.

He’s fucking dead.

I pull up toward the parking lot, falling into the line of cars; a caravan of dicks with their windows already rolled down. Fuckin’ dogs. I lean out as well, surveying the scene looking for her. Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I watch the gaggle of girls prancing around in their bikinis, excitement building as I frantically look for her.

My heart skips as I see her sporting the most clothes, donning yet the sluttiest outfit of them all. She’s an absolute fuckin’ tease in her cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt, soaked with water. The material clings to her curves, teasing me with her little triangle top, gathered slightly, barely covering her tits.

She leans over and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a sponge before ringing out the soap. A guy rolls down the window of his Mercedes, bending his neck to watch as she washes the side. I can already tell where this is goin’. He smirks, watching her ass as she leans down, cleaning the rear fender. “Aww, sweetheart,” he soughs, “Uhh…You missed a spot.” Y/n smiles sweetly, lowering to where she was before, making me huff out an aggravated breath.

Her friend walks over with a hose, spraying down the suds that y/n left behind. Tori Clarence, a late-night Delta regular. She says something that makes Y/n laugh. Y/n claps back, teasing her sister through a wicked smile. Tori lifts the gun, spraying y/n with a stream of water, hitting her directly on her tits.

Y/n gasps as her shirt turns from milky white to practically see-through, the chilly water running down her perfect body, making her nipple hard. She panics to get warm, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She pulls it over her body: soft skin, perfect boobs, and wet hair. Little lines of water cascade down her bare skin, rounding her curves catching on the denim of her shorts. Her eyes fall down her body, eyeing her damp state.

“Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched.

I start to fist my cock as she leans over the trunk, her body perfectly positioned like I’m taking her from the back. Goddamn. I’d snake my rough hand up her soft skin, following the curve of her arched spine, drifting into her hair. I’d pull it back, feeling her pussy clench around my big dick. I’d spank her, cracking her tight little ass with the palm of my hand, leaving her red and bruised. Just one of the many ways I’d mark my girl. “Fuck, Y/n,” I moan her name as heat radiates through my body.

She walks along the side of the next car, letting me see her little triangle top: light blue, thin material, the blush of nipples visible. I roll my hand over my tip, whimpering at the sensation, imagining myself hitting the back of her throat as tears pool in her pretty, innocent eyes. Y/n looking up at daddy, mascara running down her cheeks as she throats me like the slut I know she can be. I’d hold her head in my hands, using her mouth to stroke my cock. My perfect little toy…

Fuck. I got a Fleshlight with her name on it. I’m gonna use those pictures when I get home… Gotta get myself ready for tonight. She has no clue what she’s in for. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock in her hand instead of my own. I’d make her jerk me off as she pleaded for my dick deep in that pretty tight cunt. I bet she’s so goddam wet. So, so fuckin’ tight.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you his dick. Don’t worry,” I mumble, feeling my breathing start to increase with my pleasure. I thrust into my hand, fucking up into my fist as I watch her undo the loosened side strings of her bikini, tightening it again.

I eye the sign, catching the time. 11-4 PM. Yes… They’ll be here all afternoon. Just need to make a pit stop. Grab a pair of panties. Whatever I can get. I need to taste her. Stuff ‘em in my mouth as I study my prize. My hips stutter as I feel myself about to bust, imagining just how sweet she’ll taste. I work myself quicker, taking hold of my steering wheel as I rut into my hand.

‘Rafe. Rafe. Rafe.’ I can hear it now. See my little whore creamin’ on my cock as I give it to her over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

‘Deep in my pussy… Please, baby’. She’ll whimper and beg, pleading to get stuffed full. I’m gonna brush my fingers over her swollen clit, making her gush all over my cock and thighs, wetting everything around us until I’m pumping her full of my cum.

I’ll watch it drip out of her puffy pink hole, fucking it right back in, cleaning the rest off with my tongue before spitting it in her mouth.

My perfect cumslut.

I need it drippin’ out of her for days. Watchin’ my little angel walk into class, knowing just how good I dicked her down. I’ll watch her from my seat as she cleans the little cum tear off her inner thigh, slipping it between her lips as her eyes flick to mine, sucking it clean.

No one will have her again. “She was made for me.” The thought alone has my hand faltering; jaw falling slack. My stomach sinks, eyes doubling as she looks in my direction, matching my gaze. “Fuckkk…” My eyes roll back in my skull, toes curling, head thrown to the headrest as I cum harder than I ever have. Shit. I don’t even care if she saw. If she’s any girl of mine, she’d want to see it anyway.

My dirty little whore.

I look down at my jizz covered hand and lap. Goddamnit. I clear the gap between my car and the next before ripping off my shirt and wiping away my mess. I flip my hat on, snagging my protein shaker bottle from the passenger’s seat floor as I try to disguise the real reason I’m covered head to toe in sweat. I do my best to control my breathing, still running high from my climax, hit with the post-nut clarity that she may have seen it all.

She looks happy to see me… Real happy. Y/n smiles, making my heart race again as I meet her gorgeous eyes. She greets me happily, trotting up to my truck. “How are you doin’, sweetheart?”

She dunks her hand into the soapy bucket, grabbing a sponge. “Livin’ the dream,” y/n smiles, moving closer than expected. I take in her perfume, already so familiar to me, the smell of it revving me right up again.

“Sorry. I’m a sweaty mess,” I sigh. Her gaze falls down my body, studying me with a bashful smile.

“Just got done with a workout?” She asks.

“Mhmm…” I smile and nod in reply. “Pay now? Pay later?” I invite as I snag my wallet.

“Now,” she sings. “Donation based, so whatever you’re willing to give.” I thumb through my wallet, plucking out $200.

“Rafe…” She breathes, taking it off my hands. “Are you sure? This is a little much.” Y/n looks down at the cash in her hands before meeting my eyes again.

“Positive,” I assure.

“Well, that is very nice, Rafe Cameron,” she coos. Y/n uses my last name, making my stomach drop. She wouldn’t have known my last name unless she did some digging. I didn’t give it to her; I never said anything in class before today. She must have looked me up on Instagram or Snapchat… Maybe she asked one of her sisters about me.

I fight off a wide smile as she gets started on the car. She takes her time, putting in a little more effort than the cars before. She walks to the front of the cab, leaning over, breast jiggling as she swirls and circles the sponge on the hood. She rises a little higher on her tippy toes, unable to reach the rest.

“Here you go, babe.” Her friend sets down a ladder for Y/n. She bends over once more, the angle alone making my cock rock hard again as I imagine us fucking raw. Tonight… I’ll bend her over on the bathroom counter, just like she is now, the bass of the party on the street not even loud enough to cover her cries and my moans. I’ll pound into her as the slaps of our skin fill the bathroom. Her eyes shift to mine, catching my stare. She doesn’t drop focus, keeping her eyes on me as she continues to scrub. A smirk spreads on her lips, mirroring my own.

Baby girl…

Y/n steps down from the ladder before walking to her friend, grabbing the hose off her hands; taking her job instead. She sprays down the truck, cleaning off the suds. The light breeze catches the flow of water, sending little beads of it flying, catching on her perfect skin. My mouth waters as I imagine licking the glaze of it off her skin. Fuck… I don’t think I can take this.

“Alright, Mr. Cameron. You’re all set,” she smiles as she eyes her work. I bite my lip and nod.

“Thank you, princess. See you tonight.”

I pull forward, watching her from my wing mirror as she greets the next car. Her excitement fades as she welcomes the next. Good fuckin’ girl.

Next stop, Phi Mu.

A/N: Writing Part 2 after Kinktober 💋

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[3minsover]

late night:early start

City commuter Steve has to get the first train at 5:30am, already suited and preened for the day even at the early hour. He ends up in the same carriage as a clearly tired, scruffy-looking guy who lays his guitar case down across two seats about three rows away from Steve before slumping into one himself, one that faces Steve.

Despite the guy’s bedraggled appearance, and the smudges of eyeliner that are still clinging to his waterline, Steve is entranced. He can’t help but follow the long line of the guy’s arms under the sleeves of his jacket, down to the flex and curl of his fingers as they drum out a rhythm on the little table in front of him. The man seems to sense Steve’s curious eyes on him and glances up, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide, bleary brown eyes and a half-smile. He scratches at the skin behind his ear, just beneath where a mess of curls is twisted into a lazy bun.

“Late night?” Steve finds himself asking unprompted. He’s not one to talk to strangers, but there’s something compelling, intriguing about the inked etchings peaking out of the guy’s sleeve cuffs, the silver stud in his nose, the heavy boots at the end of long, stretched out legs. He’s so very different from the crisp and fresh-pressed suits at the firm, and even though it isn’t even 6am yet, Steve suddenly feels wide awake.

“Uh, yeah,” the guy answers sheepishly, his voice rough with evident disuse - or overuse. perhaps both. “Would you believe I missed the last train yesterday night?”

“Ah, trains are tricky like that. You don’t live around here then?” It’s a presumptuous question, but one that Steve’s instincts tell him to ask.

“I look like that much of a city rat, huh?” The man chuckles, and Steve’s heartbeat ticks up.

“Hah- You don’t- You don’t look like a lot of the people I see around town, is all I’m saying. and that’s not a bad thing, if I’m being totally honest.” Steve can feel his cheeks heating, and for a moment the rumble of the train is the only sound.

“Okay, good. I’ll take that,” the guy says, brows pinching a little. “You uh, you goin’ into the city then I'm guessing?”

“Yeah, it’s a shitty gig having to come all this way, but at least I haven’t had to sell my kidney to cover rent.”

“I don’t think they’d take my kidney if I offered,” the guy smiles, and Steve barks out a laugh that’s too loud for the empty carriage and the earliness. The guy shifts in his seat, and Steve instinctively leans forward, wanting really to move the few rows forward until he’s close enough to see the early morning light dance and glint in those big, dark eyes.

“That have anything to do with while you were stranded?” Steve asks, gesturing to the guitar case.

“Yup. got me in all kinds of trouble, she has. Gig finished late, couldn’t get a cab, welcome to hotel train-station-waiting-room.”

Steve manages to chuckle more softly this time, his gaze catching on the twitch of the guy’s lips as he stifles a yawn.

“Hey, if you wanted to- You could take a nap, I’ll watch your stuff. Make sure no one steals it, or whatever.”

The man blinks at him in surprise, lashes fluttering where his lids are heavy.

“That’d- Shit, that’d be awesome, man. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Let me just-” And so Steve’s more daring thoughts win out. He plucks up his briefcase from the seat next to him and hurries the short distance to the cluster of seats on the opposite side of the aisle from his new charge. “There. Now I got a clear line of sight.”

“I’ve never felt safer,” the guy jokes, and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head, tucking his chin into his shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, shit sorry, um. When should I wake you?”

“Whenever you’re getting off, big boy,” the guy shoots back without raising his head, and Steve can just about make out the curve of his lips and the dimple that sits in the corner of his cheek. He can feel his own cheeks warming at the guy’s words, and Steve’s glad there’s no one around to see. He lets himself watch this pretty stranger under the pretence that he’s keeping an eye on his guitar, and the hour and a half slides by almost unnoticed.

The carriage is a little busier but still quiet when Steve’s stop rolls around. The man hasn’t moved since he nodded off, and it almost breaks Steve’s heart to wake him. Carefully, Steve stands and leans down, wrapping his fingers around the man’s shoulder and shaking lightly.

“Hey, buddy, I gotta get off.”

The guy’s eyes blink open, wide and unfocused and so lovely, before they swivel up to meet Steve’s own. His chin tips upward and his lips curve in a smile, and something in Steve begs closer closer closer, but instead he just clears his throat and rights himself.

“Thank you, dude. Even that was way better than a wooden goddamn bench.” The guy bends his arms and stretches, and Steve doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’m- I’m steve, by the way,” he announces suddenly, making a step towards the carriage doors, despite how reluctant he is to move away from his stranger.

“Hey, Steve,” the guy replies, hauling himself upright - how coincidental that they’re off at the same, second-to-last stop. The train draws to a halt, and the guy stumbles forward just a fraction, still off-balance with new consciousness. Suddenly, they’re face to face. Or more they’re nose to chin, because this man has a good four inches on Steve. It’s all Steve can do not to lean up and kiss his pretty lips right here and now. “Name’s Eddie.”

And it feels right. It fits.

Steve doesn’t know how or why, but everything about this man fits; feels right.

“Good to meet you, Eddie,” Steve says, a little breathless. “Hey, if you’re ever down my way again, how about I give you a better place to sleep than a waiting room bench.” And Steve knows it’s a bit of a pretentious thing to do, but he slips a business card out of his wallet and tucks it into the breast pocket of Eddie’s jacket. He pats it once and pivots away, can’t bear the thought that he’s misread the electricity between them. He rushes through the doors and slips into the stream of morning bodies, leaving the perfect newness of his pretty stranger back in that carriage. but that evening, Steve’s phone buzzes with a text from an unsaved number.

It simply reads:

thanks again for being my lookout. if the offer’s still on the table, how about friday night?

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 5

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: implied teen pregnancy, Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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As you opened your room door you looked at your phone. 6 missed calls from y/f/n and 10 texts. “Oh great, I forgot to call her back last night.” You immediately called her back and as soon as she answered the phone you quickly said “Oh my god, y/f/n I am so sorry I forgot to call you. I was incredibly busy and it slipped my mind.” “Well y/n it better have been a good reason. I’ve been worried sick.” She said. “Did you end up going to karaoke?” “Yes I did, and I sang a song with Jensen. His voice is even more beautiful in person.” “So, y/n tell me everything.” She said with excitement in her voice. You started at the beginning and you told her how it felt like a magnet was pulling you to him. You could hear her giggle as you continued telling her about everything. Well maybe not every single detail, but enough to make her squeal with delight. “So are y’all just fuck buddies or something else?” She said after you finished. “God, y/f/n crude much?!?” “I don’t know what we are right now. I just know when I’m with him I feel safe, loved and protected. I feel like I’ve known him for years. I can’t explain it. Trust me, once I know I’ll let you know.” You told her. After talking for a few minutes you told her you needed to get ready for the panels and photo ops. You both said your goodbyes with you promising to text or call her later.

You changed into your Radio Company t-shirt, grabbed your flannel and finished off your outfit with your comfy shoes. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. One last look and you were headed out the door passes for the day in hand. The anticipation of the day gave you butterflies. You wondered how Jensen would act towards you and since Jared saw you how would he be towards you.

The first panel was with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You took your seat on the 2nd row on the far right. You were in the first seat and could see the stage clearly. The guys were introduced and took to the stage. Deafening applause and screams filled the room. They sat down on their chairs, of course Jared turned his around. You saw Jensen scanning the crowd looking for you. When he made eye contact with you he smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. Jared noticed and smiled, tipping his head to you. He leaned over to Misha and whispered something to him that caused him to look your direction and smile. He gave Jensen a playful slap on his arm with a big grin on his face. Jensen blushed a little. You thought he was absolutely adorable with slight pink cheeks.

The panel started with the guys talking and cracking jokes. The crowd was in the palm of their hands. These guys really love their fans and know how to really work the crowd. You hardly took your eyes off Jensen. He was breathtaking and so sweet answering questions about any and everything people asked him. You decided to jump in line to ask a question before Jensen turned back your way. He saw you weren’t in your seat and you saw his face fall a little. The next question came from the other side of the room so Jensen turned to listen and answer the question. Your turn was next. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what you were going to ask, so you decided to wing it.

You took the microphone and when Jensen saw you he started smiling. Jared and Misha both grinned. Jared said hello first followed by Misha and then Jensen. You said “hey guys! My name is y/n it’s really great to meet you three.” Jared said “hello y/n I’m Jared, that’s Misha and the goof down there is Jensen.” You giggle when Jensen whips his head around and said “oh I’m the goofy one?!?” Everyone started laughing. You looked at Jensen and said “um my question is for Jared” giving Jensen and smile a wink while Jared starts laughing and says go on. You ask him “Since he was Deans little brother, if he could pick the perfect girl for Dean what would her personality be and would it be similar to someone he would approve of for Jensen? Why or why not?” Jared said “Well y/n I’m glad you asked that question. Hmm the perfect girl for Dean would be very similar to the perfect girl for Jensen. They would have to be strong willed, loving, family oriented, could cook and put up with his moods .” “So let me ask you something, y/n. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?” He asked you wiggling his eyebrows. Jensen spoke up and said “well obviously she’s a Dean girl because she wanted to know about his perfect girl.” He said smiling at you. “You looked between the both of them and smiled then said “Well, actually I’m a Cas girl.” Everyone erupted in laughter. Jared and Misha both jumped up to hug you. Jared grabbed you and pulled you into a hug and whispered “so glad to finally meet you officially.” Misha hugged you and said “I knew I was going to like you.” Jared jumped back on stage and said “best answer ever!” You thanked them and took your seat looking at Jensen and you’re both smirking at each other.

Before the end of the panel one of the staff members came over and tapped you on the shoulder. “Ma’am, Mr Ackles would like you to join them in the green room. If you could please follow me.” You grabbed your stuff and got up to follow her. She took you behind a curtain and into a room with seating, food and drinks. There was also a tv that showed the current panel. A few minutes later the panel was done and the guys were walking off the stage. The next thing you knew the door was opening with Jared, Jensen and Misha walking in. They all greeted you with hello’s and smiles. Jensen walked up to you and took you in his arms. He hugged you and backed away. You leaned in for a kiss and he said “oh I thought you were a Cas girl?” You playfully hit his chest and he softly kissed your lips. “Awwwww” Both Jared and Misha said at the same time. Jensen shot them a smirk and put his arm around you. You all sat around talking and getting to know each other. All the guys showed you recent pictures of their kids and they talked about how fast they were growing. You showed pictures of your kids and talked about how they have both grown up too fast. Your oldest is in their 20s and your youngest is almost 18. Everyone looked at you and said there was no way you had a kid in their 20s. You laughed and said “I started early.” Jensen sat staring at you and you were worried you just blew it with him. Yes he has kids, but they weren’t teenagers yet. You kinda held your breath until Jared and Misha got up to leave and told Jensen and you they would give y’all a few minutes alone before Jensen was due for his next thing.

When the door closed you looked at Jensen who was still staring at you. He whispered to you “I kinda like the idea of a MILF.” He growled in your ear and you were on each other like a couple of teenagers. You were panting and hands roaming over each other. Deep passionate kisses and Jensen leaving love bites down your neck. His lips were intoxicating and his touch was electric. You knew you couldn’t get too hot and heavy but damn did your body crave him. Between kissing and heavy petting you told him he needed to get ready for the next thing. You didn’t want him to be late. He kept kissing you and finally pulled himself away. “You know I just realized I don’t have your number.” Jensen said with a chuckle. You smiled and gave him your number then said “well I think we had more pressing things on our minds.” He texted you and you saved his number under “J” just in case someone saw your phone. You didn’t have a clue what this was between you two and you really didn’t know how to explain it yet. Keeping this between you two right now was the best decision for both of you. With one last kiss you both sighed and left the green room. He went to his photo ops and you went to get in line. You were looking forward to getting the pictures done and hopefully seeing Jensen later tonight.

Part 6 soon

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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

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You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?” 

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period. 

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s. 

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him. 

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner. 

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

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What. 

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

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Finding Memories. Chapter 16.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader 

Word Count: 3600+

A/N: First off, I know I’ve already said this MULTIPLE TIMES, but I truly mean it when I say I appreciate that you all are patient with this story. Both in when each chapter is released and with the slow burn it has to it. I know for some it’s hard for people to stick to it, but I really wanted to create a story with depth, connection, and details that bring it to life! So for those following and making impressions on the chapters as they come out, BIG KISSES TO YOU ALL!! To those that have fell off the bandwagon, I’m not judging a bit. I hope you come back when it’s all wrapped up and completed. LOVE YOU!!!

TW: Torture, cussing, gore, PTSD, triggers.  

Chapter 16:

When they got upstairs, Bruce was able to miraculously convince her to follow through with the checkup. 

After Bucky retrieved the medical bag from the kitchen and brought it back to his room where Y/N was sitting on the bed, his phone wouldn’t stop going off. 

“Take it, Barnes,” Bruce waved him off. “They won’t stop until you do.” 

He was right. It was mainly Tony that was calling him on repeat and he was known for how relentless he could be. 

“I’ll just be outside,” Bucky pointed back toward the door. He looked to Y/N double checking she was fine, but she seemed to be taking in the quiet environment while she waited for Bruce to get to work. 

He quietly walked out, a part of him feeling like he somehow had taken 10 steps backward with her. 

“You know when someone hangs up on you 5 times in a row, it usually means they can’t talk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip and the other holding the phone to his cheek. 

“Or they don’t want to talk,” Tony spit back. “And in this case, that’s not an option.” 

“Get to it, Stark,” he gritted through his teeth, turning on his feet as he was high alert in the hall. 

“We need a report from you. Not just an in-passing comment on what all happened,” Tony continued. “I need you back in the lab to figure out what I’m dealing with.”

“I’m trying to get Y/N settled. She kind of had a,” he paused looking at the door and stepping away a little further. “Everything finally caught up to her and she had an upsetting interaction with the nurse.” 

“Upsetting like she was on the brink of hurting someone?” Tony had to ask. 

“No,” Buckys said sternly. 

At the single and final answer, Tony knew it was best to not question further. 

“Either way, get back down here. We have things to discuss.”

Before he could argue back, the line ended and he saw the call-ended screen come up when he pulled it away. 

“Typical,” he sighed annoyed. 

Coming back inside quietly, Bruce sat in a chair across from Y/N where she was sitting crisscrossed on the edge of the bed as he talked to her. 

“No, I understand,” Bruce nodded. “But we are going to figure out it all out, and in no time, you’ll be in control of it all.”

Bucky could deduct what they were talking about and he was glad she and Bruce had also grown close in her time here. Having to do bloodwork and check-ins often with him made it easy to build a relationship with the scientist. 

The two turned to his entrance and he gave an awkward tight smile. 

“Sorry, but Tony just called and needs me back downstairs,” he walked in slowly. “Didn’t really give me a chance to decline.” 

“Sounds about right,” Bruce chuckled. “Well we have some things to break down, so I can stay here until you get back.” 

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked. 

He looked to Y/N who was looking down at her hands and avoiding any form of acknowledging him. He felt bad about making her feel like a child that needed babysitting, but given what had just happened on their walk, he wasn’t leaving her alone anytime soon. 

He understood that there was a chance of her getting annoyed with him babying her, but he was protective in nature and that wasn’t leaving anytime soon. 

“We’ll be fine,” he waved off. “Go before Tony sends an army for you.”

“I’ll be quick,” Bucky assured, moving back to the door. He looked at Y/N one more time, still not getting anything out of her, and he sighed turning to Bruce who noticed it too. “I’ll be back in less than an hour, promise.” 

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Once downstairs, Bucky barged into the room just outside the holding space. Tony was instructing some lower-level agent about something on a tablet, but it was hard to miss the Sargeant’s dramatic entrance. 

“Jeez,” Tony huffed. “Maybe next time don’t make it to where I have to replace the doors.”

Bucky never snapped back, but his look showed he wasn’t in the mood, like always, to banter with him. 

“Whatever. This way,” he waved him to the side and they got to business. 

About 30 minutes later when everything he needed from Bucky was taken care of, Bucky was prompt to turn on his heel and head back out. 

“One more question,” Tony shouted to his back. Bucky took a deep breath and turned halfway. “How did she do it?” 

Bucky raised a bothered eyebrow at the man. Tony wasn’t dumb, but he was becoming a little too cheeky about his concerns being brought to fruition. 

Bucky walked to him, his eyes never leaving Starks as he got in his face. 

“The one person who can tell me that is the same one I’ve had no longer than 10 seconds to talk to, thanks to you’re persistence in keeping me down here,” he said with a stone-cold look. 

Tony tried to mimic the look but ended up giving his own signature face of annoyance. 

“Just tell me, Barnes. Had she told you about those powers before?”

Finally, the real question came out and it made the soldier's face share the realization of where some of Tony’s questions from earlier were coming from. 

“Right,” Bucky nodded, biting his lip in anger and looking away to collect himself before back to the man in front of him. “You almost had me, Stark. For a minute there, I thought we were actually making progress.” His chuckle that followed was not one of comedic intent. He was pissed. “As always, too good to be true.” 

He turned and moved out of the room. 

“I’ve seen how you two are around the other. I hear it from everyone else too,” Tony shouted his way. “You two have a bond and forgive me for believing she confided in you when she found out for herself what all she was capable of.”

Bucky knew this feud would and could go on for hours if he said any of the things he was thinking. But he didn’t have time or the patience for this type of conversation and didn’t say another word while he walked out of the room.

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In the bedroom, Y/N had just finished giving a blood test and they had wrapped up the first part of the check-up earlier. 

“Ok, all done,” Bruce smiled over his glasses before carefully putting the vial in a safe suitcase. “Any questions for me or anything?” 

She hesitated but nodded after a second. 

“You’ve told me before there’s a green guy that you turn into when you get overwhelmed or angry,” she stated, and he laughed at her summary of what details he had shared with her. 

“Yeah, the green guy and I have a better relationship than we used to,” he laughed a little. “I have a little more control over his comings and goings.”

“How did you learn how to do that?” she was quick to ask and her eyes showed a sense of urgency. 

“It took time, patience, and… Lots of meditation,” he answered. “It definitely didn’t happen overnight.” 

“What was the first step you took?” 

He paused trying to think of what was his first step. He wasn’t lying when he said it was a long process and truthfully there will always be things he’s learning.

He let out a breath before scooting to the end of his chair and intertwining his hands.

“In order to know what you’re up against, you have to push the boundaries you worry you can’t control. Without that, you’ll never know the type kind of anomalies your powers take up. It’s nerve racking and sounds like an impossible task that easily could result in something scary and unpredictable, but…” He looked at the worry on her face but behind it held a look of curiosity. “No progress can be made without trial and error. Find a place that is a controlled environment, and maybe with someone you know could help, and you’ll be climbing the staircase to understanding yourself in no time.”  

There was a second of silence as she took in his response. 

“And what if no one can help me?” 

“Not to make it an intimidating endeavor, but some things may have to be done alone. And sometimes things you don’t plan to happen will happen. It’s all part of the learning process,” he shrugged, sitting back in his chair. “But if there is one thing I’ve learned about you my friend, you are a force to be reckoned with. You’ve seen and gone through things that most don’t even have the capacity to imagine, yet here you are. A kind, bright, patient, and brave soul. This is just the start of something great, even if it feels like a punch to the gut at the moment.”

Again another silence filled the room as Y/N processed his advice. When she felt like she was ok to move on, she laid her hands in her lap and slouched some. 

“I didn’t mean to scare anyone,” she said with a hint of hurt. “I just- No one was listening to me.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” he laughed. “I understand being in stressful environments and feeling like you can’t escape. I’m sorry no one listened to you down there. They sometimes get blindsided by the job and hospitality can get thrown out the window.”

“I understand others not getting it, but Bucky he-,” she paused, feeling bad about being frustrated with him, but that’s exactly what it was. “I know his intentions mean well. They have since day one.” 

Bruce nodded in understanding and crossed his arms as he got comfortable in the chair.

“Sergeant Barnes has always been one to protect those that need it. Especially when he can sympathize with some of the things you’ve gone through,” he explained. “And because of that, he’s efficient in making sure all those steps are taken. Especially if it’s someone he’s grown to care about.”

If she heard that last sentence with the tone behind it, she didn’t show it. She seemed too lost in her own thoughts to fully comprehend what Bruce was hinting at. 

Though he had learned that the two were oblivious to the obvious bond they had built. 

The conversation didn’t go further than that, however, because Bucky was knocking on the door and coming in after Bruce gave the all-clear. 

“Hey,” Bucky smiled, nerves slipping into his facial expression. “Everything go ok?” 

“Just wrapped up,” Bruce stood, grabbing his bags. “I’ll run downstairs and do a test on the blood sample, but everything else is all clear. Nothing to worry about health-wise.” 

“Great,” he let out a sigh of relief, coming more into the room. “I appreciate your help Banner,” he met him halfway as Y/N stayed on the bed still not turning to him. 

“Anytime,” Bruce nodded. “One thing though,” he turned back to Y/N and then Bucky in a whisper. “Take it easy on her. She’s freaked out just as much as you are, but you need to listen to her. She just did something she hasn’t remembered being able to do in a while and she has questions. Let her explore them for the answers. 

Bucky knew he was right, but a part of him worried about what all that exploration could entail. 

“Thanks,” he nodded. “I really do appreciate you helping where I couldn’t.”

Bruce gave a single nod and made his way to the door. 

“You know where to find me if you have any questions, Y/N. I’m also just a call away.” 

Y/N finally looked up and gave him a soft smile. 

“Thanks, Dr. Banner,” she responded quietly. 

After Bruce left, there was an awkward silence that took over the atmosphere. It was as if words wanted to be said, but neither knew where to start. 

Friday ended up being the one breaking the silence. 

“Sergeant Barnes,” she echoed over the system, Y/N’s head lifted at the noise. “Agent Romanoff is back from retrieving Maximoff from a mission and would like to discuss the events of this morning.” 

Bucky was about decline the ask and say they needed a second to rest, but Y/N stood quickly and seemed to be in a rush all of a sudden. 

“Where are they?” she asked. 

Bucky’s eyebrows crumpled at her quickness. 

“Currently walking off the tarmac and headed to your room,” Friday replied. 

“Tell them to meet me in the training rooms. Normal spot,” she instructed, and Friday confirmed. 

Not long ago she was begging to curl up in a ball and hide away from everything, and now after half an hour with Bruce, she’s marching with a look of determination to see Nat and Wanda. 

“Hold on a second,” Bucky intercepted her, his build keeping her from reaching the door. “I think it would be best if you rested for a little before heading off on a mission.” 

Bucky’s was becoming a little snarky about the situation. After his talk with Stark and after going through the whole surprise of the morning, he was losing patience. 

“Banner just said I was fine. Everything is normal,” she retorted looking up at him, not budging. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to just jump back in the action of it all,” he said back, crossing his arms over his chest. It was an attempt to show he meant business. 

“I feel fine,” she said in a deep tone. 

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take it easy.”

Instead of throwing back another miffed response, she turned her head up at him. 

“Why won’t you trust me?” There was anger behind her question and the tension was clearly building. “I said I’m fine, I need you to trust me that that is the case,” she huffed. 

He relaxed some in his posture upset that she thought that. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just worry you aren’t looking out for yourself,” he explained. “Not even an hour ago you were talking about hiding from the world. I’m worried your frustration of the situation is taking charge and you’re not thinking clearly.”

“I’ve never had a more transparent way of thinking,” she challenged, raising her eyes and copying his stance with her arms over her chest. 

He never thought in a million years that the stare-off he was having would be with her. This side of her was new but made him realize she was not always the timid girl he had saved.

She was now comfortable enough to fight for her choices and right now, she really didn’t want to be interrupted in finding answers. 

“The answers will be there still in an hour,” he tried to bargain with her. “All I’m asking is you relax for a little and to let your body have a second.”

She was done and over it. She blinked slowly and turned her back to him before walking a few steps ahead, stiff in her body language. 

This wasn’t the look of someone about to fall back from the fight. This was someone gearing up for it. 

Then she took a deep breath, her hand running through her hair again as she prepared to not follow the vexation talking in her head, telling her to not hold back. 

But she was better than that, she took a deep breath and collected herself before turning back to Bucky who was unmoved from blocking her exit. 

“I’m not asking. I’m going to the training facility. If you want to come with me you can. If you want to stay, I don’t care. Either way, I’m leaving,” she grabbed a sweater she had laid on the back of the couch and started walking to the door without paying any mind to his body keeping her from it. 

“Y/N, I don’t want to do this,” he started, stepping back and getting closer to the door to keep her away. 

He had the upper hand and was the barrier keeping her from leaving still. She was in front of him and it would take much more than a shove to get him out of the way. 

“Great, then don’t,” she retorted going back to not making eye contact with him. 

“Didn’t say I wouldn’t though,” Bucky sassed back, sidestepping as she tried to reach around him for the handle. 

“I swear-” 

“You swear what?” he challenged, bending some attempting to make her look at him even though she refused to. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she answered, looking up through her lashes. And not in a cute bashful way, this was the first time she had threatened him and he was shocked at it. 

“You wouldn’t,” he called her bluff. 

A look of uncertainty at her threat flashed over her features but in the same second it came, it left. 

Next thing he knew, she was somehow opening the door and he was a good 5 feet away. He couldn’t comprehend the moves she had made as he never expected them to come. But in some way, in some form, she had out-maneuvered him in a defensive move he didn’t know she was capable of. 

“How the hell did you just-?” His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open at the confusion coursing through his thoughts and body. 

“If you didn’t fight me on it, it wouldn’t have needed to happen,” she grunted, turning the handle and walking out quickly. 

Bucky took a second to snap out of it, but when he did he ran after her. 

“Whoa!” he shouted, jogging to her side. “What the hell is going on with you?”

She didn’t answer but instead quickened her pace. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. He dealt with backtalk and sarcastic remarks daily from his teammates, but he wasn’t sure how to deal with it when it came from her. He had found himself in the last two minutes saying at least 6 sarcastic remarks he never thought would be pointed toward her.

“Listen, I get you’re going through a lot of different emotions right now, but I’m only trying to help you,” he told her. 

She stopped unexpectedly and Bucky was close to stumbling over his feet at the suddenness. 

“For as far back as I can remember,” she started, pain and rage in her voice. “I have only been allowed to feel the same genre of emotions. Fear. Pain. Anxiety. The fear and anxiety that tormented me by wondering about the next pain they were going to inflict on me every minute I was conscious. And now?” Her eyes watered and her lips formed a pout. “Now a rush of fury, and overwhleming panic, and things I can’t even begin to describe are flooding my system on top of all of that.” 

Bucky ached at her response.

“I don’t know much about these moods that feel like they’re changing by the second and causing what feels like a fire in my veins every time they do, but I do know one thing. And it’s that I’m tired of being scared,” she looked at him deeply, a tear slipping and marking its way down her cheek. “I’m tired of feeling like I can’t protect myself. I’m tired of feeling like a burden to everyone who’s taken me in and like I’m the reason that all of your homes are being invaded.” 

She took a step toward him. 

“If there is one thing I know I can help in, it’s figuring out what I’m capable of and how I can use it to help you. Hiding away is no longer an option for me. We can’t make progress if we just sit and wait for something to happen again.” 

And now his heartbreak for her was in full motion. He should have known better. This whole time he took pride in how he felt he understood her history, and yet he forgot some of the most important details. 

The guilt of feeling like you are the reason things are going wrong. 

She may have been progressing well in her healing journey in the short time she was here, but it wouldn’t come without overwhelming emotions and realizations. Whether those realizations were true or not was something that came with time and understanding… And lots of therapy. But she hadn’t been given the time for those, and now they were making themselves clear. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling bad for causing her distress when he didn’t mean to. 

“Please don’t,” she put a hand up cutting him off. “I don’t want or need apologies where it’s not your fault.”

He nodded understanding that perspective as well. Instead of continuing the conversation, though he wanted to, he knew she had a plan and wanted to get on with it. Though he may be against it, it wasn’t his choice to make. A hard lesson to learn, but one he would learn for her. 

So, he moved to the side and moved a hand out to let her take the lead. 

She looked back at him the same way she did when Bruce did the same thing downstairs. A sense of uncertainty as if it were a trick, but when she took the steps further, he didn’t stop her, but instead followed behind. 

Their first fight and both came out unscathed. At least physically…

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[whumpslist]

A bunch of answers 5 and recap

Hi everyone,

With the summer season and the ending of many series, I’m finally catching up with old whumps’ lists, in particular:

* As already stated here, I’ve completed the final seasons of The Flash, Titans and Endeavor and updated the whumps lists; I’ve completed Carnival Row as well and it’s online;

* the lists from current, but not broadcasted at moment, series are all updated; The Blacklist’s tenth and final season is airing and updated to the last episode as well;

* I have to update the second season of Tale of the Nine-Tailed which is currently being aired under the name “1938″ as a prequel and I will binge watch it once fully broadcasted;

* I have done a whumpslist for the first season of Will Trent and the books by Karin Slaughter the TV show is based on, I'm still undecided whether to publish it or wait to complete them all. What would you prefer?;

* I’ve recently posted some new K-lists: Insider, Doctor Lawyer and updated Taxi Driver with the second season; I’ve also (FINALLY) completed the list for The K2, it will be posted in a couple of days; viceversa, it’s already online the whumpslist of Citadel but I really didn’t liked the show itself, many things were off...

As my plans for future binge watching and whumps’ lists:

* Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan new season will be released soon as the third season of The Witcher (I promise I have started to watch the second season of it and updating the list) which will be the last one I will do if it is true that Henry Cavill will no longer wear the clothes of Geralt of Rivia;

* I have The Musketeers list to complete (only a bunch of episodes left to review), and two seasons and half of The Last Ship;

* i have selected many K-dramas I want to watch this summer, I don’t know if any of them are worth of a whumpslist but I certainly hope so!

You can find all the lists and the links into the Whumpslist’s links Sheet here. Plus, I've made another sheet to include all my gifs, short clips and audios posted as Tumblr allows only a certain amount to links into a single post.

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Meanwhile I’ve received many messages, I’ll gather the answers here.

Not sure if you've done this show yet, but, Queen of the South, it's on Netflix, has some great whump for character James Valdez 👌

Hi Anon, yes, I’ve seen some gifsets here and there but I’m not sure I would like the series itself. Still evaluating it.

Do you have a whumplist for Covert Affairs? Especially Auggie!

Maybe, @sharimae, but surely not in the foreseeable future, as I’ve already watched it back in the days.

Has the whump community gotten a hold of Lockwood and Co yet? if not y’all need to run to netflix rn!!!Anthony Lockwood is the PERFECT whumpee, but plenty goes around! not to mention there’s found family, hurt/comfort, angst, self sacrifice, tragic backstories, reckless boy with no self care, torture, electrocution, sword fights, ghosts can and will kill you (or put you into a coma), girl who can save the world and the boy who would die for her, gunshot wound, collapsing and needing to be supported, unconsciousness, powers are a burden… i could go on honestly

He’s cute, indeed, I’ll consider it.

brothers whump

Sorry, @s610ela, care to elaborate??

Hi!! I was wondering if you have any plan to continue the list for Jack Ryan? Thank you!

Hi there! As said above, I will certainly continue the list for this show.

Your Remington Steele gifs of 4x01 are an actual gift to the tiny Remington Steele fandom! Where did you get the episodes to use?! (If you don’t mind me asking lol)

Ah, my little me was SO in love with Remington Steele and enjoyed the sporadic whumps everytime they popped up! I made the gifs a while ago, I’m sorry I don’t remember where I retrieved the episode to do the gifset.

That’s all, folks!

[mattoyaki]

Hey, I was just wondering if you would mind walking through kinda what your workout routines is and how you eat and stuff (if that's okay/not too invaisive). I've been making small changes myself but just curious about other guys are doing. ❤️

Sorry if this has been answered before!

Hey there anon, thanks for asking this I’m flattered! I’m definitely not an expert and I’m still very new to fitness in general (only been at it for ~9 months now.) I’m also not really one to be systematic about it. I don’t calorie count or follow a specific workout routine, for example. Tbh this past year I’ve just been dicking around in the gym and trying new stuff out lol. With that said I don’t really have a definitive routine but I’ll share what I’ve been doing:

• Push-ups everyday, even on rest days. I try to do at least 100 but 200 is my ideal range. I’ve started doing pull-ups most days as well but since I don’t have a pull up bar (yet) I only do those when I go to the gym. Still doing assisted pull-ups for now (multiple sets until failure) but already seeing big improvement in my back and lats!

• My “routine” can shift depending on my schedule but I generally do PPL (push-pull-legs) with a rest day in between. This averages out to about 5-6 days a week in the gym, 3-4 of those being upper body and 2 leg days. However, when I first started lifting I was only doing about 2-3 gym days a week total, so I’ve worked my way up to that. I generally workout for for 60-90 minutes. My workouts usually start with a warm up, then the actual workout, followed by a “Lightning round” to finish off where I just make myself go until absolute failure and get as much of a pump as i can.

• I generally split my upper body workouts into chest/back and arms/shoulders respectively, but sometimes I’ll switch it up. I make it a point to switch up my workouts everytime too, so for example, if I did bench press my last chest day I’ll do dumbbells my next one etc.

• Warming up I always do push-ups, pull-ups, and then depending on what im hitting that day I’ll do some drop sets accordingly to get a good little pump in, really focusing on muscle mind connection. In my opinion MMC has been paramount in me getting good pumps and making sure I’m targeting the muscle I want properly.

• I take my sets to failure every-time and I gradually increase the weight with each set (progressive overload). My only exception to this is during a warm-up where I do some drop sets.

• An example of my routine would look like this:

Chest/Shoulders

Warm Up (15 minutes)

Push-ups 3x12

Pull-ups 3x8

Pec Deck Flys (drop sets, focusing on squeezing the pec muscles)

Rear Delt Flys (same as Pec Flys on the pec deck machine)

Dumbbells (30 minutes)

Hammer Press 3x12

Chest Press 3x12

Chest Flys 3x12

Lateral Raises 3x12

Incline Hammer Press 3x12

Incline Chest Press 3x12

Incline Chest Fly 3x12

Decline Hamer Press 3x12

Decline Chest Press 3x12

Decline Chest Fly 3x12

Rear Delt Flys 3x12

Cables (20 minutes)

Lat Pulldowns 3x12

Rear Delts 3x12

Chest Flys (at varying heights to activate the upper, middle, and lower chest respectively)

Lateral Rows 3x12

Pec Deck (20 minutes)

Chest Flys 3x12

Rear Delt Flys 3x12

Finish Line

Push-Ups til failure

Pull-Ups til failure

Chest Flys til failure

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Arms/Shoulders

Warm-Up (15 minutes)

Push ups 3x12

Pull-Ups 3x8

Cable Bicep Curls (drop sets)

Cable Tricep Pulldowns (drop sets)

Dumbbells (30 minutes)

Hammer Press 3x12

Bicep Curls 3x12

Shoulder Shrugs 3x12

Arnold Press 3x12

Shoulder Press 3x12

Tricep Curls 3x12

Isolated Bicep Curls 3x12

Machines (20 minutes)

Tricep Press 3x12

Bicep Curl 3x12

Tricep Extensions 3x12

Shoulder Press 3x12

Finish Line

Push-ups til failure

Pull-Ups til failure

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Legs

Warm-Up (25 minutes)

Stairs (5 minutes)

Elliptical (5 minutes)

Treadmill (5 minutes)

Squats 3x8

Wall sits (3 sets for 30s, 45s and 1m respectively)

Machines (30 minutes)

Ham Press 3x12

Leg Press 3x12

Quad Extension 3x12

Calf Press 3x12

Hip Adductions (virgin) 3x12

Hip Abductions (whore) 3x12

Cables (15 minutes)

Glute Kickbacks 3x12

Smith Machine (20 minutes)

Squats 3x12

RDLs 3x12

Hip Thrusts 3x12

Finish Line (15 minutes)

Wall Sits til failure

Push-ups til failure

Pull-ups til failure

Cable Kickbacks

Reverse Treadmill (5-10 minutes, helps with knee pain!)

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• As for my diet as I stated I don’t calorie count and I kinda just go off how hungry or full I feel lol. I try to eat mostly healthy but nothing too crazy. Chicken is my main source of protein, I also use ground Turkey a lot. Eggs. Eggs. Eggs. And beans! I mostly use frozen vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, brussel sprouts, zucchini, etc) and I also use leafy greens (spinach, collared/turnip greens, kale etc) in salads and in smoothies. For breakfast I’ll have some oatmeal, toast, potatoes, and of course eggs. I drink protein shakes as well as 5g creatine every day

I’ll share my smoothie recipe because it’s pretty good and I’ve definitely seen gains with it. I drink this pretty much every night after my workout:

Green Smoothie

• Equal parts mango and pineapple

• 2 scoops of vanilla casein protein powder (50g protein)

• 1/2 cup fat-free Greek yogurt (I use Fage brand cause ima fag)

• several handfuls of leafy greens (spinach, collared greens, kale, etc, just whatever I have)

• 1 avocado

• 1 banana

• equal parts coconut water and cashew/almond milk

Blend until it forms a homogeneous liquid :)

This is kinda haphazard but I hope it’s kinda what you’re looking for!! I might make a more detailed post in the future if more people are curious :)

[im-suchanicegirl]

I finally have my m&g picture so i guess it’s time to talk about the shows eh?

More below, it’s gonna be long.

MONTRÉAL

Because @pastlink, her friends and @fredv0mjupiter arrived early, @chaotic-gingey and I were able to jump the line, not without some people complaining. Yeah yeah i know, not the best thing, but we were working, not lounging.

We managed to be front row on the Daniel² side and despite my nemesis on my left that I’ve talked about, we were well placed. The crowd was rowdy but nothing compared to what it would be for Electric Callboy.

I about lost my shit when they arrived on stage and I’m not sure if it’s from the build up from months of waiting (tickets were bought in feb.!) or to be so close to them.

Snagged some nice pictures:

Then during arrow of love, @chaotic-gingey and I did the 🫶🏼 like the Daniel² and they pointed at us (thanks @pastlink ❤️).

Then the show ended and i almost got into a fist fight with my nemesis and went back home.

NYC

We arrived relatively early as it was @chaotic-gingey ‘s turn to choose our side and she wanted to be on Pascal’s side but sat down. We are too old.

Around 5 we walked to the front of the venue and she was wondering who was keeping them late and joking it was probably Kevin talking too much… until she turned around and saw Nico strolling in with Janel from Conquer Divide, a big cup of ice cream in hand. Her face was hilarious.

Tank came to see us and the other group that had won and led us downstairs. We were waiting in between two rooms and all we could see was Pascal standing awkwardly in the room and my friend talking to me in French about her not trying to freak out. Again, 10/10 sighting of her face.

We were finally let inside and David gave us a big hug, followed by Nico, Pascal and Kevin. The Daniel² were missing and I didn’t want to say anything but i was sad. I finally The Pink Mumu ™ coming in and Daniel said hi and gave us a hug.

David then gave us water bottle and we spoke with them but it’s still so ahhhhhhhh in my brain that i keep forgetting and remembering stuff.

- Kevin was very shocked that we drove from Montreal and we explained that it was as long as Toronto

- he didn’t understand my accent when I said we were going to see Bad Omens and he kept being like ‘who’s Ban Akron…’ until i managed to be understood. Woops.

- Kevin kept calling donkeys ‘horses’ and Nico would correct him like ‘it’s donkeys. They’re donkeys.’ And wow, if that isn’t me with @chaotic-gingey

- I’m sorry if I’m pretty much only remembering my exchsnges with kevin ok? He was right next to me and looking me in the eyes.

- I said I was from Italy and he started explaining the places they played there and how much he loved it

- he somehow knew the small French village my dad was in before moving here as its close to germany??

- He laughed when I said i was the one with the German sign and all the guys started laughing too at it. Making them laugh= goal

- he asked me what else i knew in German. This little shit was expecting something nasty or swear words and my brain just went ‘ich spreche kleine Deutsch’ (i speak a little German), to which the guys ‘hmmhmm’

- kevin praised my grammar and my accent and give me a minuuuuuute Im gonna throw myself in ice

- they said they’d love to tour with different bands and i was surprised by the answers they gave. They also talked about bad experiences with some bands

- Kevin: i dont want to badmouth bands […] so the band *** they did that. Nico: oh yeah and that band […] did this i wanted to go home. I wanted to die as one of them is one of my favorite band and he felt so bad but thats ok. ‘Maybe they had a bad day’ as he said

- he agreed my cat made us win the video. Thank you Gustave ❤️

- i somehow placed i was sad because i wanted to see Danskimo and they were very apologetic, saying he was sick. I understood of course but it would be just my luck haha.

- i gave them their bracelets before the picture and entrusted (pascal or kevin?) with Danskimo’s bracelets and the ugly shirt i had which had SPC vibes.

- one if the bracelet had fuckboi written on it and i said it was because i saw someone stole it from one of the conquer divide girls.

- nico the little shit proudly showed me his arm with the bracelet 🙃😂

- pascal took his bracelet and went ‘hehehe… fuckboi’

- then we took the picture and Kevin kept pulling me closer to him and Daniel and ihhhhhh yep.

- hugs. David big. Kevin bigger. Brain went brrr

There isn’t much to say for the show except Kevin and Danskimo were both wearing my bracelets and it made my day.

I love these idiots. CANT wait to see them again😭❤️

[fulane-de-tal]

I'm not the anon you replied to, and can't tell when the original ask was sent, but I'm also thinking about starting T but not in a binary trans man way and would love to hear more about your experiences!

absolutely!!

disclaimer: i haven’t been on T for very long so i can’t give you information i don’t have experience on but i’ll tell ya what i know!

disclaimer #2: this is going to be a very long post. sorry

if you have specific questions please please please DM me or send asks and i’ll answer them :)

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the good the bad and the ugly:

one of the first things I noticed on T was the way if affected my menstrual cycle. (i’m just going to use those words for it because i can’t think of any better). i have really fucky hormones already, and a super inconsistent period, and after about a month and a half of T i got a period that lasted about 3 weeks. That freaked me out enough that I went off T for like a month, before realizing that i really needed T and got back on. I haven’t had a period since December, though, so we’ll see how that goes later.

thing #2 that I noticed: bottom growth. this and my voice change started at around the same time, so it was a really interesting few weeks while those two were starting out. you will feel it. all the time. like. all the time.

thing 2.5: the voice. this has been such a wonder for me. the first few weeks of voice dropping came sooner than i expected (around 2ish months in) although I had been noticing tiny minuscule changes since around month 1.5. the first real drop for me came February, or month 3, after my month-long pause. in about two weeks, my voice dropped a noticeable amount. it started cracking and my throat started hurting like a motherfucker. my voice has also dropped a bit these past few weeks, so ~ month 6, and people have started commenting on how different my voice is. it’s really great for me- my voice has finally started matching what i thought my voice should sound like.

thing 3: HORNY. i’m so fucking horny. im horny every hour of the day night and in between. i spent a whole day just jacking off and sleeping. you grow a second brain and it’s located in your pants. anything will get you horny.

thing 4: facial hair. hallelujah. i have a mustache now, enough for gas station attendants to call me “young man” and for some guy to ask me if i’m old enough to drive. i’m getting weird little scraggly beard hairs, the stuff about asscrack hair is true, and im getting hair on my stomach and toes????? it’s wonderful. it’s what i’ve waited my whole life for. still waiting for the chest hair, though.

5: fat redistribution. idk what to say about this just that everything is achy and my pants fit different and i know full well i haven’t been changing anything else about my life

6: here’s the sucker punch. sweat. i’m so fucking sweaty and horny all the time. i drove my truck for 15 minutes with the windows down yesterday and sweated through my undershirt. if you don’t have undershirts, get some once you start T. i used to wear the same undershirt for two days in a row (i know it’s gross shut up) and now i can barely wear one for a whole day. get good deodorant. old spice body spray is your friend. sorry

thing 7: emotions. i have a hard time crying now, but i can’t tell if that’s hormones or dehydration. i have your average pubescent mood swings on steroids. my tolerance for bullshit is at an all time low.

things 8-? : social perception

i am a fat butch dyke. i have short hair, a resting mean face, and very brusque hands. i’m very affectionate with people i trust in a way that gets me often labeled (by outsiders) as pushy or desperate. i’ve never been feminine but i’ve put on an affectation of femininity to make myself less threatening. with testosterone that went out the fucking window. people see me the way middle aged church mothers see pitbulls. i got called violent for tossing a shirt into a car with “too much aggression.” people are starting to interact with me the way they would interact with a man. it’s rough, and it’s lonely. but it’s worth it, to me.

i’m having to be more aware of myself in order to not get read as a creep. stuff i would have done when i passed as a girl has become, in a very short time, stuff i absolutely cannot do now that i pass as a weird deformed man. the affectation of femininity has returned in full force, although i’m trying to get rid of it and just talk.

i miss my singing voice.

i have a new singing voice that i love. i’m still surprised when i listen to recordings of myself and they’re not how i expected them.

i’ve found a lot of solace in captain america fanfiction.

i am so dazzlingly happy with my stupid scraggly mustache. i like looking at myself. for a good few weeks i couldn’t stop talking just to hear myself talk.

i need to drink gallons of water now.

people have started defaulting to “he” for me. a stranger let me pet his dog and asked me if i was a “feminus man,” to which i said absolutely.

i’ve become so comfortable in being myself. i can’t wait until i figure out what to do about my tits. i’m slowly getting the upper range of my singing back. i’m having to restrain myself from using vocal fry every three seconds. i go to a barbershop and feel completely out of place, but get a nice haircut. i don’t think i’ve developed the cis man brand of self consciousness yet, and i hope i never do. someone recognized me from high school and i’m glad i’m still the same.

testosterone has made me so connected to the person i thought i was going to grow into as a kid.

on a topic i never got to hear from anyone about:

injecting testosterone.

i chose intramuscular injection for my first T prescription. i went in with almost zero guidance aside from my friend (who offered to do it for me) and my adoptive dad (who told me to close my eyes and jab). i nearly cried the first time.

i kept doing intramuscular until my break, and at that point called the doctor and told her i could not keep doing that. she told me to inject subcutaneous until next appointment. i did. it was a wonder. i now have the specific needles for subcutaneous injection, and am so used to doing it i can even play music during the injection. i used to have to do it in total silence, with the door slightly ajar, and the pamphlet they gave me open in front of me, in case anything went wrong. now it’s easy. i still tell my cis man friends i’m more man than they are for being able to do it.

here’s how i do it, because no one told me how to:

check your T. it should be clear or pale yellow. there should not be granules, chunks, or cloudiness. if there are, call the pharmacy. don’t inject it. if it’s clear and chunk-free, you’re good.

fill the syringe with your dose of hormone. use a thick needle. get the air bubbles out. pull the plunger way down, switch needles, and push the plunger slowly back up to get the air out. you’ll figure it out.

to uncap a needle, you might need a little more force than you expect. i still haven’t figured out how to do this easily.

i inject into my stomach, always, so: i rotate injection sites every week. don’t inject above your navel, and it’s best to inject at least an inch away from it. if you pinch the area you want to inject in you should feel the difference in how pain is experienced. pick a spot where you almost don’t feel it when you pinch yourself. hold the syringe with your thumb on the plunger and your first two fingers on the finger rests. hold it at a 45 degree angle with the needle tip’s open end facing up, so the needle slides in easier. take a deep breath and push the needle in.

it’s easier to go faster just to get the tip in, and after that you can go as gentle and slow as you like.

if you’re like me and your stomach is covered in stretch marks, that’s ok. stretch marks don’t go deep. it might hurt a little to get the needle in, but you will be okay. i promise. you’ll feel the needle hit the fat and slide right in and then you’ll be okay.

some people say to pull up a little to check for blood but i don’t do that and it’s fine. my med student friend said you won’t get internal bleeding or other severe damage from not doing that, and if you do, the big ugly bruise will let you know real quick.

take a deep breath and push the plunger down. if your hand shakes that’s okay and if the needle moves a little that’s okay. just don’t pull the needle out mid-injection.

if you have to test a few spots to see where you want to inject, that’s ok too.

some days will hurt more than others.

it’s okay to have to use more than one needle if you chicken out of the first jab. you usually don’t need a new syringe for this.

don’t pierce the skin with the same needle twice. for sanitary reasons and also because a blunt needle hurts like a motherfucker.

pull the needle out gently and press your finger to the injection site. slap on a bandaid. get the stretchy real bandaid branded bandaids. they’re good.

give yourself a treat! youve probably been a little tense for this. relax.

the injection site might get a little red and a little itchy. it might hurt when you put briefs on. it might hurt when you move or touch it. there might be a tiny little bump where you injected. that’s fine. you will be ok. call a friend if you need.

i hope this all helped! if you want more deets or have questions please let me know :0)

-naf

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460 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#4

100 Kisses

sleepy, fluffy harry requests one hundred kisses from y/n. i’ve been in the mood for harry fluff. he’s such a smol, sleepy bb in the picture, omg.

“Stop leaving me,” Harry whined out into the dimly lit room. “I’m sick of you leaving me.”

She sat down gingerly on the bed, cradling Harry’s he’d in her lap. “Poor baby,” she pouted. “I’m sorry. I had to go to the bathroom.”

“Why did you have to get up?” he whimpered, rubbing the exhausted tears from his tired eyes. Harry had been extremely tired all day long and a side effect of this was being extra clingy, but Y/N loved it. It also meant that he got extra emotional.

She brushed a curl off of his forehead as she thought of a possible answer. “The more I can get up, the more kissies you get,” she tried, and his eyebrows shot up.

“More kissies?” he asked and she gave his sleepy face a cheesy smile.

“Yeah, Baby,” she agreed How many do you want?”

“One hundred,” he decided immediately, testing your patience and honesty.

“A hundred baby kissies coming right up,” she confirmed. “Where do you want them?”

His arm performed a swooping motion as he answered, “everywhere, y/n. I don’t want tiny kissies, either. I want big, strong ones.”

She grabbed his head by his squishy cheeks and began peppering him with kisses. She began on his forehead, planting three wet kisses there as she counted, “one, two, three.”

She moved down his nose, her lips gifting him more messy kisses as an apology for leaving him.

“Four, five, six…”

He began counting along whilst she gave each of his cheeks four kisses as they blushed. He loved her kisses more than anything.

Her hot lips traveled from his cheeks to his jaw, down to his neck, kissing and counting all the while.

“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

He let out a tiny groan as she kissed a line along his collarbone and she grinned.

“You like that?” She prompted and he nodded his sleepy head vigorously as she began peppering another sloppy line across his collarbone.

“Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six…”

His white pajama shirt was peeled off of his warm, sleepy body so she could begin kissing his chest. She took extra care in this area, given it was her favorite. She gave him a tight row of kisses down his sternum, ending respectfully at his belly button.

Harry was finished counting at this point, all he could do was listen to Y/N. It was so soothing mixed with the heat and sensation of her lips, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Sleepy yet?” she asked, breaking through his thoughts.

He denied this profusely, despite it being entirely obvious that he was. He was yawning like crazy and rubbing his eyes constantly, but he was still enjoying the attention.

“Do you know how many kisses I’ve given you?”

“Sixty?”

“Sixty-one,” she corrected as she grabbed his arm and began kissing his bicep. She kissed down the length of his arm and hand before switching to the other one.

“Seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six…”

At this point, Harry was almost too sleepy to stay awake. His eyes wouldn’t stop watering and his constant yawning didn’t help. He hadn’t realized just how many kisses one hundred was.

Y/N noticed and tried to speed up a bit. She gave one kiss to his top two nipples, before moving to his third one. The fourth one, for whatever reason, received four kisses.

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477 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

Cupcakes For Breakfast

Pregnant!reader and dad!lhh

“How are you feeling, mama?” A comforting hand cupped your cheek, bringing you to your senses. You swallowed and took a deep breath, still feeling the churning in your stomach.

“Okay,” you lied, turning your pillow over to make it cooler. It felt good against your skin, and it seemed to sooth whatever was going on inside of you.

Harry hummed skeptically as he examined your sleepy pregnant body.

This pregnancy was much harder than the last one in terms of sickness. Not a day went by where you weren’t sick at least once, and you could hardly remember a time when you weren’t nauseous. Even worse than that, feeling ill all the time meant that you didn’t always have enough energy to play with or care for your four-year-old daughter, Lucinda.

You sighed as you drew yourself from the pocket of warmth and placed your bare feet on the hardwood floor. You stood up shakily, only to be overcome by a sudden wave of dizziness.

“Ooh, honey,” Harry winced, grabbing your arms to steady you. “Lie back down, will you? I can make Lucy some breakfast, it’s no big deal. I promise.”

You had no choice but to climb back into bed and pull the comforter up to your chin. “I feel terrible,” you groaned. “You have to do everything now. You have to take care of Lucy, cook, clean, and everything in between. I promise I’ll help out more once I can stand upright.”

“Hey,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows sternly, pulling your hands into his larger ones. “It’s no problem, “Y/N, really. You’re so strong. I would never be able to handle this,” he motioned to your growing belly, “thank you.”

The tears in his eyes pulled a string in your heart. They told you that he meant what he said wholeheartedly.

A shrill sound from Lucy’s bedroom alerted you of her awakening.

Harry shook his head and smirked as he scrubbed the remnants of tears from his eyes. “We’ll be in soon,” he vowed as he left, ducking back into the room just long enough to say, “call me if you need anything.”

“Okay,” you smiled tiredly as you leaned back against the pillows, resting a hand on your stomach and rolling over. Constant tossing and turning was a side effect of your symptoms.

Harry gave a helpless sigh as he took one last look at your sleeping body before exiting the room.

“Daddy!” your daughter cried in excitement as Harry walked into her room. “Where is Mommy?”

“Mommy’s still asleep,” he explained as he helped her make her bed. “She’s not feeling good. It’s hard to be pregnant sometimes.”

“Oh,” Lucinda furrowed her eyebrows. “We can make her cupcakes.”

“Cupcakes?”

“Cupcakes make everything better,” she giggled.

“That’s a good idea,” Harry admitted. “Let’s get breakfast first. Then we can make Mommy some cupcakes. Sound good?”

Lucy nodded, wrapping her fingers around the doorknob and opening it slowly.

“Where’re you going in your pajamas, Luce?” Harry inquired, but she brought a finger to her lips to shush him.

“Mommy’s asleep, remember?”

The two walked quietly down the stairs, making sure not to let them creak. Harry poured two bowls of cereal, one for both of them, and they sat in silence at the table as they ate.

“What kind of cupcakes should we make?” Harry asked in a hushed tone, to which Lucy responded with an immediate, “Chocolate!”

“I don’t think we have any chocolate cake mix,” Harry frowned, rifling through the cupboards. “But we have chocolate chips, so we can make chocolate chip cupcakes.”

Lucinda began clapping. “Daddy to the rescue!” she cried before clamping a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Harry chuckled as he collected the ingredients, lining them up in rainbow order on the counter. “Cake mix, milk, vegetable oil, eggs, chocolate chips, and frosting. Is that everything, sous chef?”

“Sprinkles!” Lucy exclaimed, unable to believe that her father had forgotten the best part.

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589 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

I Am Right Here (h.s.)

Summary: the reader has pregnancy complications and Harry has anxiety

TW: plenty of sensitive topics: talk of pregnancy, anxiety, depression, miscarriage, pregnancy complications, suicide, death. Please don’t read if these are sensitive subjects for you. Always get help. My inbox is a place where you should feel welcome. Also, it gets really dramatic and fake towards the end, so yeahhh and it’s not proofread :p that’s all

A/N: I promise I have more coming. I’ve had this idea for months now and I finally wrote it. Word count: 1.6k

• - • - •

“Mmh, baby,” you signed as you rested your head against Harry’s broad shoulder. “‘M so tired.”

“Yeah?” Harry let out a soft chuckle as he pulled the thin blanket up toward your chin, and you couldn’t help poking your fingers into his dimples. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded at the sensation of his soft hand caressing your growing belly gently as he breathed steadily beside your ear.

“Bet your baby’s gonna be as pretty as you, mama,” he whispered after an extended amount of sweet silence.

“Or as pretty as you, Har.”

“Nah. ‘M not that pretty,” he said as another lazy smile crossed his beautiful face. “Especially compared to you. Wanna watch something, love?”

You nodded into his side and hummed your approval, pulling the blanket higher up your chest.

Harry placed his laptop on his lap and adjusted it so you could see.

“Is this good?” he inquired thoughtfully as he ran his short fingernails up and down your back.

“Mmhm,” you responded as your eyes fell shut. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” you commented as you felt sleep inevitably setting in. “Just wanna stay here forever.”

“You can, princess,” Harry’s low voice assured you as you drifted off. “‘M right here.”

• - • - •

You inhaled and exhaled steadily as you felt bright light burning through your eyelids. You were laying down, but the bed was a lot different from yours and Harry’s at home. There were sharp, prickly pains in your arms and chest, and you became slowly aware of faint beeping.

“Harry?”

Was the first word that slipped out of your mouth, through your dry, burning throat. It echoed through the uncomfortably bare and unfamiliar room.

You heard stirring from the corner of the room as a shadow of Harry’s tall figure rose to his feet and rushed to your side, kneeling down as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“I’m right here,” he repeated, voice quivering. His eyes were red and swollen and there were trails of dried tears running down his red cheeks.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked despite the searing pain in your throat. “Why are you crying?”

“Baby, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He reached out to touch you, but pulled his hand away before it reached you. His fingers hovered in midair just inches from your cheeks before he lowered them again.

“Do you need anything?”

By then, doctors and nurses were filing into the room and pushing Harry away from you.

While you concluded that you were in a hospital, and had probably been unconscious for some time, the question of how long still hung in the air.

“What happened?” you asked bravely, your voice sounding unusually high and light.

“You had a complication with your blood pressure,” a nurse explained to you. “Your baby is okay, but we still have some tests to do.”

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652 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Drunkrry x Sick!Y/N

Harry came home drunk from a bar one night to find Y/N snuggled up in bed, sniffling and shivering. At first, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. He wove over to the bed and placed a cold hand on her forehead.

“M’baby,” he slurred. “Yer s’warm.”

She looked intently up at him. When he was drunk, she usually took care of him, reminding him to drink water and brush his teeth, and helping him when his tummy and head hurt.

When she was sick, he helped her take her pills and cuddled her until she was asleep.

She knew he wouldn’t be able to help her right now, but she was also fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to help him.

He got in bed and snuggled up next to her. “M’sorry yer sick, lil bae,” he spoke into the top of her head.

His breath smelled like alcohol and she was able to croak out that he needed to brush his teeth.

He went into the bathroom and tried his best to brush his teeth. When he came home drunk, she usually brushed his teeth for him, holding his chin and gazing at him softly while she worked.

He returned to bed as she was taking Tylenol to make her feel better.

“C’you gimme cuddles?” he asked and she moved into his arms, having to smile as he kissed her lazily.

“When’d you get sick, love?” he asked, rubbing her back roughly.

“Just a few hours ago,” she admitted, shifting in his arms.

“Hope y’feel better,” he said honestly. “I don’like when m’baby’s sick. She seems so sad.”

“ ‘M not sad,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

662 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

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[humanransome-note]

It is Friday, nov 18, and for the second shift in a row I was nearly choked out by RSD.

So complaints.

I’m working at an understaffed craft store where a third of the employees aren’t “real”!

Being referred to as she/ma’am/girl is grating on me. I wear a skirt to work because the AC is shit so I need something to help make a breeze, not that it helps much mind, I still sweat so much that when my shift is over and if my shirt has had a chance to dry, there is just a line of salt where the sweat stain ended. But it’s better than jeans.

Rules don’t make sense and the only reason I haven’t broken the main register is because it would make Black Friday worse (possibly) and I’d be fired. (Is it weird that I’m more worried about the inconvenience it would cause opposed to my employment?)

I understand why some things need managerial overrides, large price overrides for example. What I don’t understand is voiding a transaction, changing the tender available for refunds and returns, multiplying the next item scanned/quantity override.

I have had to stand and wait with a line forming and a customer loosing patience as we stand around like low poly NPCs as the manager makes their way to the registers.

We don’t have a hold tone, by the way. You call us and we put you on hold you get dead air. Silence of the lambs has got nothing on this quiet. So people more quickly think we hung up on them, so we’ve got people calling 3/4 times about the same thing and we don’t have time to find the answer because it suddenly seems like great aunt Ruth and the rest of her church group decided to buy every fucking glass ornament we have for sale, and they demand that every single one be wrapped individually.

Sometimes line one is occupied and we don’t know fucking why? Not because we put someone on hold, legit sometimes it’s just being taken up and I’ve seen it but none of the managers believe me.

“Who’s on line one?”

“I don’t know!”

“You’ve left someone on hold long enough to forget?”

“NO!”

“Well someone had to!”

“Maybe it’s framing?”

“Line one doesn’t go to framing.”

There is a square of space I rarely leave, lets say about 3 x 5 maybe 6? (I know I put three by ten earlier but that’s all the space behind the register, 3 x 6 is more accurate of the space I actually traverse through)

And so many people do so many fucking returns and I didn’t think there would be so many returns considering it’s a craft store and it would be hard to return a opened bottle of paint but nope! Ornaments, decorations, lights, tree toppers, the trees themselves. And I get admonished for having too much stuff behind me.

What am I supposed to do? I can’t leave the register, I can’t grab a cart and do go backs! I can’t lift shit with my mind. “Call someone from the floor” THERE IS NO ONE ON THE FLOOR!!! A third of the employees are fake and they all work on the floor apparently.

The big bags are a bitch and a half to get apart and maybe I’m missing something or I’m the only mf using them because no one else seems to have the problem and I’m sorry that when I grab a big plastic bag and attempt to open it it turns out to be two bags and one ends up on the floor that I don’t pick up because this customer has watched me fight a thin sheet of plastic for the past minute and neither of us wants that to continue.

The main register doesn’t face the line btw, so I have to turn my head to see if there’s a line being formed and honestly that seems like such a minor thing but the fact is the line is behind me and to my right where the register and monitor are in front and to my left, It takes effort and it sounds stupid when I complain but it feels stupid as I realize a customer has just been standing for the past minute waiting to be noticed.

And then they get mad at me for taking so long to notice them when they didn’t try to make themselves noticeable? You didn’t ask if I was open? You just stood there? What am I supposed to do? Use long base prey instinct and sense you behind me? Is that it?

And the amount of times people have gotten mad at me for not getting their joke/not laughing at “so that means it’s free!” Is genuinely perplexing?

Like, I’m in a friendly mindset, but not a friend mindset, I’m not looking for jokes, so they may just go over my head, and when I ask for clarification it is because I genuinely didn’t get it, not because I’m being passive aggressive.

“So it’s free, right?” I can’t even make myself laugh at this, I thought it was cringy before but now that I actually am required to deal with it just drains the life out of me tbh. “Just trying to make your day happier…” and then they pout like I just told them they had jury duty. Or that I pissed on their shoes. I appreciate the sentiment, I do! But I’m tired of this joke so maybe actually tell a funny one and we can get on with this transaction of…. 15 fake plants shedding enough glitter to attract moth man on a new moon.

The main register is objectively the worst, and even knowing this I get yelled at for not using it when the scanner decides to shut off and not come back online in a reasonable amount of time.

It was out for a solid three minutes and my manager asked why I wasn’t using it and I had to not just point, but to yell and point “the scanner is dead!” She rebooted it then looked at me like I was stupid before telling me it was back online.

Do I know how to reboot the registers? Yes. But that takes time, and I was hoping that maybe it had finally properly croaked would come back on its own

[caregiver-twylas-daycare]

Hey,I hope you doing ok, jsut need to have a little rant somewhere you don’t have to answer or anything, so I went away for the weekend(I might need in soem pictures I took they are pretty) with my family, but I was left babysitting my sisters every night we were there and missed soem of the evening events I wanted to go to and had told my parents I wanted to see, then my dad dropped a bottle I had made(like I made the design and printed it onto a bottle) and broke the lid and now it leaks and is super sharp my aunty has spare lids she said I could have but my mum refused to pick one up this evening when she went there and left me to babysit again and told me she’d only be 10 minutes granted my aunty lives 5 minutes down the road, but then I was left babysitting for the 4th night in a row for 2 whole hours which meant putting my sisters to bed which is difficult because of the heat here, so for my three nights away and the first day back at hoem I was left to baby sit and I can’t even use my favourite bottle that helps me discretely slip into my headspace because it’s broken still, my parents don’t know about my age regression and have previously stated that they find it weird and gross when reading an article about someone online who does it so I can’t even tell them about it, all I want to do is cry and rest because I’m so tired and they just keep asking me to do stuff I’ve previously said I don’t like doing liek babysitting-its not that I don’t like babysitting it’s just that my sisters don’t listen to me and then I get told off because their toys are all over the floor and it’s a mess in the house because I was supposed to clean and look after 2 kids and one that didn’t even live here and then deal with my brothers really loud and inappropriate music whilst he said he was gonna invite his girlfriend or friends round on the day of my prom and all the attentions gonna be on him and his mates not helping me get ready for a big night of mine because he’s the favourite child and I’m used to being disappointed by people but I don’t want to feel that way anymore and I’m not sure I’m wrong for feeling this was because other friends and family members have said it’s my job to help round the house and look after everyone when asked because I’m the eldest child but really deep down I’m just a little child whose broken and lost and too easily hopeful then broken down and disappointed and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do because no one seems to understand or want to listen to my feelings they just write them all off

Sorry I realise this is super long, don’t feel pressured to answer or anything you don’t have to at all I just needed to write this somewhere to kind of get it off my mind, thanks for being here though your a really great person and I appreciate you letting me and others vent/rant on here without getting mad over it or annoyed by it

Thank you for venting all of that! Just because you are the oldest sibling doesn't mean you should be taking care of your younger siblings. You are still a child and kid yourself, and your parents should be the ones taking care of you all. I hate seeing the oldest (usually daighter) who gets parentified and has to take care of everything that the parents don't want to deal with.

I dont know how I could help, but I'd offer to sit them down and really talk about how you are still their child too, and you shouldn't be doing these tasks. Especially without getting paid. It should be fun to babysit and do things with your siblings, but I can see this is affecting all of your family relationships. Trying to be an authority but also a sister. Being told you have to do certain things when you truly are just a child yourself, regression and family wise.

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Life of Lea Volume 3 Chapter 5: Fèi and Perla Lay

It was a warm sunny day as it was June in the year 2012, Mimi was in her room fixing her hair for the family photo. Glendora came into her room looking like a bumblebee.

“Mimi, are you ready? Mom, Dad, and Max are waiting for you” Glendora asks with a smile.

“Yes, I just finished, sorry for keeping you all waiting” Mimi replied as she got up and followed Glendora to the photo shoot in the living room.

“Everyone wearing yellow, white, and black?” Mama Lay asks. 

“Yes Mom, we are” Max replies as he adjusts his tie.

“Good, now let’s get into position,” Papa Lay says with a smile. 

Everyone nods in agreement as Mama Lay and Papa Lay stand in the back and the kids stand in the front row oldest to youngest. Once they got their family picture done, “Wonderful photo everyone, you will get your family photo soon, about a week, I will email ahead of time” the photographer said.

“Wonderful that should be around June 14” Mama Lay replies as she pays the photographer.

The days she paid went by fast as they slept in their scrubs. Mimi, Glendora, and Max were in the yard with Lady Bianca. It was a slow day at the Lay Family Household, it was a cloudy day, perfect for air magic training. Mimi hears the home phone go off as Lady Bianca lets her answer it. Mimi answers the phone which would change everything. Mimi drops the phone as she lets out a heartbreaking scream. Lady Bianca picks up the phone to find out what caused Mimi to scream like that. 

“Hello, this is Bianca Lay, guardian of the Air Region; who is this, and what is this about?” Lady Bianca asked. 

“Hello this is Police Chief Clover; I have called with unfortunate news to inform the Quarzo; Lay families of the murder of Dr. Fèi and Dr. Perla Quarzo Lay, are you related to them?” The Police Chief explains for the second time.

“Yes…I’m Dr. Fei’s little sister” Lady Bianca replies as her heart slowly breaks at the sound of her voice.

“I’m sorry for your losses, we will need you or the eldest child to confirm their bodies” Police Chief Clover exclaims.

“Ah alright… when should we come to do so?” Lady Bianca replies. 

“Within 24 hours ma’am” Police Chief Clover exclaims.

“Got it…We will come over in the morning” Lady Bianca replies as tears run down her face.

“Yes, we will see you then, and again I’m sorry for the losses, Good Night” Police Chief Clover exclaims.

“Right…Good night Chief Jason” Lady Bianca replies before hanging up the call and home phone.

It was a rough night for everyone, hardly anyone got a wink of sleep. They all slept in the blanket they made with Perla and Fei the previous night. When the morning came, everyone remained quiet as they weren’t ready to see what was done to their loved ones. They then made their way to the Nature Region’s police station.  Lady Bianca made her way to the counter as the Lay siblings stood behind her. Lady Bianca signed them in before waiting for Police Chef Clover to arrive. Police Chief Clover came into the room calmly and respectfully. Lady Bianca looked at him all puffy-eyed. 

“Thank you for coming, I know this must not be easy for any of you, we’ll meet with Dr. Mallarvi in the autopsy” Police Chief Clover explains.

“Of course, it was a hard night for everyone, Police Chief Clover” Lady Bianca replies.

“He probably wants to know what we were doing yesterday…” Mimi thought to herself as she was curious about what they would do to find the ones behind their parents’ passing.

Police Chief Clover then takes them to an autopsy to see a young man in a lab coat and an unusually designed bow tie.

“Dr. Mallarvi, I’ve brought the Lay family members” Police Chief Clover exclaims.

“Hello I’m Dr. Gerald Mallarvi, the corner, I’m sorry for your losses” Dr. Mallarvi exclaims politely.

“The bodies, Dr. Mallarvi?” Police Chief Clover implies.

“Right this way then…” Dr. Mallarvi replies as he pulls out to examine the tables to reveal Fei and Perla with their eyes closed and their bodies covered. Lady Bianca, Mimi, Glendora, and Max grew pale at the sight.

“Yes…that’s our parents…” Mimi exclaims as she struggles to keep her composure. 

Police Chief Clover nods as he takes them to a separate room to get their sides of the story to add to the timeline the police were putting together to solve the murders. After that, they were released to go home so the investigation could continue. A lot of feelings and questions surrounded their heads. As they settled down at home, the doorbell rang causing everyone to jump a bit from being caught off guard. Max got up hoping that this was some kind of messed up nightmare, hoping it was their parents coming home. He opened the door to reveal the younger brother's photographer holding a big box.

“I’m sorry for your losses…I was brought into questioning after you… but as promised I have brought the family photo within the time I promised” the photographer exclaims.

Max pauses a bit as the new reality slowly settles in more. Lady Bianca then gets up to pay the photographer only for him to shake his head.

“I appreciate the sentiment but Mrs. Quarzo-Lay already paid in full after the photo was taken…” the photographer explains.

“Ah I see, thank you for making your way, Mr. Lim” Lady Bianca replies.

“Of course, it was no problem, me and big brother take great care with every photo we take” Peter exclaims calmly.

“That’s good” Lady Bianca replies as she sees him out.

The siblings all looked at the photo in silence as it made all their hearts ache.

“I’ll go get flowers to put beside the portrait,” Mimi says as she goes to the garden to see not yet-bloomed roses.

While Glendora and Max put the portrait on the mantel, Mimi used her nature magic to make the blue lilies bloom and glisten. Lady Bianca noticed the blue lilies as Mimi brought them in.

“Whoa those blue lilies look lovely, Mimi you have potential, perhaps Lady Ellie should come over” Lady Bianca exclaims as she tries to lighten the mood.

“R-Really? These were Mom and Dad’s favorites” Mimi replied nervously. 

   “Yes really,” Lady Bianca says as she gets the vase.

Mimi uses a simple water spell to fill the vase before putting the blue lilies in them. Lady Bianca then puts the lilies by the family portrait. They all stood together beside one other in silence as their tears of sorrow echoed on the wall. Lady Bianca then made her way to the kitchen to make lunch as Mimi sat on the couch zoning out with how numb she felt inside. She snaps out of it a little bit as her phone goes off. She then answers her phone in a ma monotone voice.

“Hi Daisy…” she says uncharacteristically as she stares at the ceiling.

“Mimi…I heard the news from your aunt since you weren’t replying” Daisy replied with a concerned voice.

“Sorry just haven’t felt like talking” Mimi exclaims.

“That’s understandable…can Nick and I come over? We miss you…” Daisy replies.

“Yeah…that’s fine, I’ll tell Aunt Bianca,” Mimi says as she sits up properly to look where she went.

“Ah alright well we will see you soon then” Daisy replied.

“Kay, bye,” Mimi says before ending the call putting her phone aside, and going to the kitchen.

“Aunt Bianca, Daisy, and Nick are coming over for a visit” Mimi exclaims. 

“Ah alright, I’ll make more food then” Lady Bianca replies.

“Max better pound more chicken” Glendora implies.

“Got it” Max implies as he got to work.

Mimi goes to her room she fixes her hair and braids it before trying the end with a bow. She put on some makeup to hide her puffy eyes. She wanted to try to put on a brave face. She then makes her way back to the living room to wait for Daisy and Nick’s arrival. Glendora noticed that she fixed herself up as she grew curious about what was going through her big sister’s head. 

“Oh, look at you~ So pretty! And just for Nick? Ooo~” Max teases Mimi.

Mimi lightly blushes, “Shhh,” she says softly.

“Aw come on you’ve been crushing on him since you were 6” Glendora implies.

“Aw, 12 years? Mimi, what is your plan? " Max adds as both siblings taunt her.

"That’s gonna have to wait till after Mom and Dad’s murder is solved” Mimi replies as she tries not to cry.

“Fair point…” Lady Bianca says as the mood of the room goes down again. 

After 10 minutes of awkward silence, there was a knocking on the front door. Mimi gets up to answer the door only to get hugged by Daisy and Nick. 

“U-Uh Hey,” Mimi says softly.

“We are so sorry for your losses” Daisy replies as she smothers Mimi in her hug. 

“We are here for you all” Nick exclaims.

“R-Right of course we know that” Mimi replies.

Daisy goes around to give the others comforting hugs. Max squeaks as he gets smothered by Daisy. Glendora laughs as she tries to escape from Daisy’s grasp.

“You’re getting a hug too,” Daisy says as she brings Glendora into the hug.

“A-Ah alright I won’t try to escape then” Glendora replies nervously.

Lady Bianca grins as she fries the chicken. After the food is cooked, Max turns on the TV.

“Let’s see what’s on the tube,” Max says as he does some channel surfs a bit. 

“Breaking news in the Nature Region! We have unfortunate news to report about the murder at the Nurture Hospital” the news reporter exclaims as it brings silence into the room.

“Dr. Perla Quarzo Lay and Dr. Fei Lay were murdered yesterday at around 10 in the morning, their case is currently under investigation” the female news reporter exclaims.

Mimi slowly numbs herself as she zones out as tears roll down everyone’s faces. Nick quickly grabs the remote from Max and changes the channel. Everyone slowly snapped out of it as they caught their breaths. Mimi fell to her knees as she slowly broke down and sobbed. Nick goes over to her as he goes to comfort her. Daisy rushes to her family sitting quietly. The amount of heartbreak in the room was unmeasurable by their tears.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I tried being brave when you arrived…but I-I couldn’t hold it all in…I’m sorry,” Mimi says as she cries.

“Hey, it’s ok to be sad or want to cry” Daisy replies as she comforts her.

Max, Glendora, and Lady Bianca go to them as they join in the hug. As Mimi was going to say something the memory ends as Daisy puts away her photo album as she heard a knocking at the front door. Daisy yawns as she puts her slippers on to go answer the door. 

“Girl…do you know what time it is?” Daisy asks as she opens the door to see Sergean and Lea with Kitty and Sparrow tied up.

“Daisy we need you to tell us about Mimi’s parents and her reason for the plan against The Bad Apples” Lea replies. 

Daisy pauses for a moment before looking at Kitty and Sparrow with a what did you do glare kind of expression.

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other. 

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth. 

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

**

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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