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BRO CGI HE-MAN IS ABSOLUTELY GOATED WITH THE SAUCE??? WHY ISN'T IT AT ALL POPULAR?????
Did people look upon the whimsy with which it is presented and snidefully scorn about its childish nature? Did they wonder in awe at Cringer's wisdom where one might've expected cowardice? Did they see adam's yee yee ass haircut and kid eyes and scoff at the gall the showrunners had to not make adam grow up in a castle?
BRO THE ENTIRETY OF HE-MAN IS DEEPLY UNAPPRECIATED FR, ONE WOULD THINK A SIZABLE PERCENTAGE OF YOU GAY FUCKS WOULD SEE THE 2018 SHE-RA AND THINK "hm, perhaps i could check out its brother show" PLEASE I BEG OF YOU AT LEAST LIKE I DUNNO LOOK AT THE 2002 ONE OR REVELATION/REVOLUTION BRO I CAN'T TAKE THIS I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING INSANE (i am going insane)
#cgi he-man#cgi motu#motu#he-man and the masters of the universe#motu revelation#motu revolution#spop#2002 he man#2002 he-man#it's like gormiti the lords of nature return all over again man#except better because i dont have the childhood bond with it yknow#like the reality check that not a singular person who wanders around the same circles of the internet as i -#- has even heard of the show that literally molded me as an individual will never compare to anything ever i believe#i am mostly insane about the lack of fanfiction okay#im not afraid to admit it#without any filtering there are only 228 fanfictions on ao3 involving skeletor#THE SKELETOR#THE CHARACTER THAT HAS MOLDED THE WAY ANYONE SINCE VOICES SKELETON CHARACTERS#THE CHARACTER EVEN MY FRIEND THAT HAS NEVER HEARD OF MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE KNEW#to be fair he knew him from the 'until we meet again!' meme but even that is something man#228... man thats weak dude#:(
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Third Timeâs A Charm (Part 1).
Character(s): Frankie âCatfishâ Morales , Reader (female, second person POV) Summary: There is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. Could this third chance be the last and final one? Word Count: 2,339 Author's Note: And weâre here! Frankie Morales officially has my heart. Iâm so excited for you all to read what I have in store for this story. Weâre in for a ride. Please note that this story will have mentions of drug use / addiction and PTSD, but I will give a warning for each chapter. Happy reading! Warning: None.
Right person, wrong time. You and Frankie knew that concept all too well. You both could never get the timing right, but the amount of love you two shared never faded. It always lingered, always gave you both a feeling that maybe one day, it would work out. You left it in the universeâs hands at that point, a firm believer that if it was meant to be, you will find your way back to each other.Â
But after he got married, you started to keep your distance. It hurt too much to be around him. You shared so much history with Frankie and being around him, seeing him with another woman that wasnât you, just didnât feel right.Â
Yes, you both still talked, still checked in with each other, but the conversations became less and less frequent.Â
You never did get along with his wife, part of the reason being that she didnât like that Frankie was still friends with a woman he had been in a relationship with⊠Twice.Â
So, when Santiago showed up on your doorstep one afternoon, you were surprised to say the least. It had been a little over a year since you spoke to the other man, having heard from Will that he had been in Colombia.Â
But here he was. A smile on his face paired with warm and kind eyes. Santiago was Frankieâs best friend. In fact, he was the reason why you and Frankie had been in a relationship to begin with. He had set you both up on a blind date after believing that you and Frankie would make a great pair, and Santiago wasnât wrong.Â
You and Frankie were both shy at the beginning of the date, teetering on being polite and also not knowing what to expect, but after a couple of drinks and a shared interest over planes, you both started to relax.Â
It was truly one of the best dates you had ever been on and it only kickstarted the beautiful, yet painful relationship with Frankie.Â
The first breakup was mutual, both too afraid to admit that this relationship could be something beautiful. The breakup only lasted four months before Frankie reached out to you, asking you out for a cup of coffee to see how you were doing. It didnât take long before you both admitted that you still loved each other, that the feelings you shared hadnât left.Â
And so, you both tried to give it another shot.Â
But the second breakup was painful. You and Frankie had been together for three years before the breakup. You had been accepted into a very competitive masterâs program at a college in California, which was a dream you always had even before Frankie. The program would last for two years and you and Frankie had made the decision to end the relationship.Â
You both agreed that you didnât want to try a long distance relationship, afraid that it might just ruin the relationship you both built.Â
âI love you,â he whispered. You both decided to end the relationship a month before you had to leave, not wanting to prolong the inevitable even further.Â
âWill we ever get the timing right?â you asked.
Frankie didnât know the answer to that. He hadnât ever felt this way about someone and while this seemed so painful, to end a relationship without even trying to make it work, it made sense. He knew how important this program was to you, how passionate you were about teaching, about literature, that he couldnât ask you to stay. It would be selfish of him to ask that of you.Â
Frankie didnât want to let you go, but he knew that he had to.Â
âI guess weâll find out,â he finally replied.Â
âTwo yearsâŠâ you said quietly. âItâs only gonna be two years and Iâll visit for the holidays andââÂ
Frankie shushed you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He looked into your eyes for a brief moment before he scanned the rest of your features, memorizing every inch of your face, every freckle and mole⊠This seemed like goodbye.Â
âDonât,â he interrupted. âI mean, I want you to go to California without having to worry about me, about us.â
âI love you, FrankieâŠâÂ
âI love you too, baby.â Frankie was never someone who allowed himself to show emotions, to cry, but being with you had shown him that all he needed was a safe space, someone to show him that it was okay to feel things, to express how you were feeling. But right now, he didnât want to show his pain, afraid that if you noticed it, you would put your dream on hold to stay here, in Florida, with him. âYouâre going to be great.âÂ
âIâm gonna miss you.â
Frankie gently pecked your lips. âIâll be right here when you get back, baby.â
But six months into your program, you had become so busy, so engrossed in your studies that Frankie had taken a backseat. You knew that he would be okay; he had Santiago, Will, Benny, and Tom. While he didnât promise that he would wait for you, it still surprised you when you found out he was engaged and eventually married.Â
Santiago and the rest of the guys always believed that you would come back from California and pick up right where you and Frankie left off. You had spent plenty of time with Frankieâs friends, hearing plenty of stories from their time in the military. You even felt like you were part of their group, teasing Santiago and Benny about the women they tried to pick up, confiding in Will when Frankie was in a slump, and even finding comfort in Tomâs presence.Â
âSanti,â you finally said. âThis is a surprise.â
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. âHad to come visit you,â Santiago smiled, pulling you into a hug. âHow are you?âÂ
You took comfort in his embrace. It felt like forever since you felt this safe. Frankie and his group of friends always gave you that feeling, that sense of security.Â
âIâm good,â you replied, pulling back and looking into his eyes. âI heard youâve been in Colombia.â
âFrom Frankie?â
You shook your head. âFrom Will actually.â
Santiago nodded. You let him inside your apartment and shut the door behind you. You walked towards the kitchen, hearing his boots against your wooden floors as he followed you.Â
âHave you talked to Frankie?â
You shook your head, grabbing two glasses to fill with water. âI havenât talked to him in over a year. I talk to Will and Benny, though. I get my updates from them. Tomâsâ Heâs been dealing with the separation, so I havenât spoken to him either.â
âYou havenât talked to Frankie in that long?â Santiago asked, surprised.Â
âHeâs married and his wife made it very clear that she isnât comfortable with us talking, so out of respect, I decided that it would be best to keep my communication with Frankie limited.â You handed him the glass. âI hear heâs doing okay, though.â
âYou know, us guys always thought it would be you two,â Santiago admitted, taking the glass of water from you and nodding his thanks. âYou kept him grounded. Hell, you kept all of us grounded.âÂ
You smiled, shaking your head. âYeah right. Keep you five men grounded? Sure, Santi.â
âIâm serious,â he smiled. âHaving you around⊠It was nice. Frankie always told usââ
âSantiago,â you interrupted. âHe has moved on. I still love him, still care about him, but heâs married.â
Santiago nodded. âRight, yeah. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âSo, what brings you by? Unannounced, by the way. You could have called.âÂ
He chuckled. âBeats the element of surprise.âÂ
You arched a brow, sitting across from him. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
And from there, Santiago told you about his plan about asking the guys to come back to Colombia with him. You had spent so much time with Frankie and the rest of the guys that their stories about their time in the military didnât scare you. Instead, it made you sad, frustrated, angry for Frankie, Santiago, Will, Tom, and Benny that they had to endure what they went through only to be cast aside once they were retired veterans.Â
Santiagoâs plan sounded dangerous, but if they could pull it off, the reward would be worth it. But for the plan to work successfully, he needed Frankie, Tom, Benny, and Will to be on board. He needed all of them.Â
You didnât know what to say, didnât know how to react. You noticed that Santiago always had the ideas, never small, always big. He believed that he could get Lorea, while simultaneously seizing worth seventy-five million dollars.Â
âWhat do you think? You think I can get all of them on board?â Santiago asked.
âI think thatâs a big ask, Santi.â You sighed. You were sure that each man had something going on, but at the same time, you knew how tight knit this group was. You knew that if Santiago showed this much passion to the guys, then you knew that they would back him up. No matter what. âBut you know them more than I do, so you tell me.â
Santiago nodded, looking around your apartment. âI bet with your help, I can convince them no problem.âÂ
âNo,â you shook your head. âSantiago, I canât.â
âWhy not? You know all of us. We all love you, trust you, andââ
âSantiago,â you interrupted. âI believe in you⊠I believe in all of you, butââ
âThis can be good for us,â he replied. âThis money and getting Lorea? Not only will Colombia be safer, but the money can do a lot of good for us.â
âI donât want the money. Iâm not even going to Colombia, so I donât think I should get any part of it.â You said quietly. âBesides, I canâtâ I donât want to be part of something this dangerous. You can all get hurt, or worse.â
âWe wonât. We know what weâre doing. This will be easy compared to what weâve done.â Santiago reached out for you, his eyes softening, pleading. âListen, how about you just come by tonight? Bennyâs fighting and Iâm sure the guys will love to see you. Itâll be like old times.â
âIs Frankie going to be there?âÂ
âI donât know,â Santiago lied. âBesides, if he is, I know heâd be happy to see you.âÂ
âSantiâŠâ
âPlease,â he said quietly. You could tell this meant a lot to him. This mission, giving back to the people of Colombia, to the guys who struggled after getting out of the military⊠You knew he needed this.Â
âFine,â you replied. âBut only because I miss Bennyâs fights.âÂ
He grinned in triumph, standing and pulling you into a hug. âIâll pick you up tonight. We can go together.âÂ
âOkay, but the first round is on you.âÂ
â
You were sitting at the front, waiting for Santiago while he and Will went to the menâs locker room. You were drinking a beer, albeit very warm but alcohol nonetheless, as you watched the fights with little interest. The crowd was merely waiting for Benny, and so were you. In fact, you were waiting for Santiago and Will to come back out so that you wouldnât have to be alone.Â
There were a couple of men who had come up to you, trying to make small talk, but you had told them you werenât interested. In fact, you haven't been in a serious relationship since Frankie. The man had set the bar so high that no other man could ever reach. Sure, there were a few that have tried, but you always ended it before it could get too serious.Â
You were standing now, though, the crowd piquing your interest as you looked towards the cage to see two men, all bloodied and exchanging punches. While this would have deterred plenty of women, this was actually very exhilarating for you. You had always been a fan of mixed martial arts, so you had seen Bennyâs fights whenever you got the chance. Luckily, every time you went, Frankie wasnât there.Â
The referee stepped in to stop the fight, the man on the ground visibly not defending himself. The crowd roared in excitement, chanting the name of the winner. A couple of minutes passed before the announcer began to announce the next fight. You heard Bennyâs name and you cheered loudly, raising your arms in the air (with your beer in one hand).Â
You glanced over at the end of the hall to see the door open. Benny walked out, wearing bright red trunks. His face was serious, focused, but you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Frankie. He was walking alongside Santiago and Will, trailing behind Benny.Â
Frankie was wearing a tan colored and brown collared jacket with a gray v-neck underneath. His jeans sat perfectly on his hips, paired with a brown belt, and boots. Your eyes skimmed him, finally noticing how his curls were tucked underneath his usual Standard Heating Oil hat.Â
Benny looked over at you, chuckling to himself when he noticed who you were staring at.Â
They stopped walking and you saw Tom join Santiago, Frankie, and Will, handing them each a cup of beer. Then, Santiago pointed in your direction. You made eye contact with him for a moment before watching Frankie turn around, his eyes finally meeting yours.Â
His eyes instantly softened.Â
Yours did too.Â
And you both stood there, the crowd cheering Bennyâs name beginning to fade out.Â
You saw him and the rest of the guys walk over to you. When he was standing mere inches from you, he let out a small smile. You yearned to reach out for him, to hug him and have his arms wrap around you like before, but in the back of your mind, you remembered that the man standing before you was now married.Â
He was off limits.Â
âHey,â Frankie said. âLong time no see, hermosa.â
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Part 2.
#frankie morales#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales fanfic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal character#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal character fanfiction#triple frontier#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier fanfiction#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x reader (you)#francisco morales#francisco catfish morales#story: third time's a charm
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Oooo anyway I just remember why I Hate and Loathe the big High Lord meeting in ACOWAR and why it fully cements SJM in my Worst Authors category for like a billion reasons
1. Feyre refuses to bow to the Dawn Court. Weird choice and completely fucking awkward to read - I guess this is meant as some kind of Girlboss Moment - like "no, I won't bow to the stinky old fashioned MEN!!!! who run this world. My super hot boyfriend gave me this title and I'm the master of the universe now." But it's... childish. Also? Way to disrespect Thesan but this is going to become a pattern because of course the gay Asian High Lord has no special powers apart from super good healing that literally every other character can accomplish, and of course he's gentle, and passive (ultimately willing to "bow [to Rhysand] if the other [High Lords] will") and of course his lover has no name and never speaks. Great! Hate it.
2. Morrigan and Vivian. On paper this seems interesting as far as a relationship goes like - what kind of interesting Court relations did Night have pre Amarantha and can those bonds be salvaged? But instead of asking those questions the scene decides to immediately undercut Vivian's character as a badass general and warrior who defended Winter in her childhood friend/future husband's absence by making her squeal like a literal 13 year old when the Night Court - who is suspected of murdering 24 children - shows up. Vivian proceeds to throw a fit and snarks about wanting to be a High Lady. Rip Vivian we hardly knew ye.
3. Do I even need to talk about Helion being the worst bisexual rep. Do I even need to say it. Good lord.
4. Do I even need to talk about Fantasy China and Helion being allied with the Faerie Confederates. Do I even need to explain this. It gets worse, somehow!
5. Tamlin and Tarquin actually have a case against allying with the Night Court given literally everything that happened in the last two books but this isn't painted as reasonable distrust of a group of lying backstabbing sycophants who purposefully play up their cruelty and keep secrets from the other Courts. No, of course not. Tarquin immediately forgives the Night Court because he has no backbone whatsoever apparently. Tamlin is considered unreasonable for not trusting Feyre and Rhys, who have continuously tried to hurt him and his people and undermine his authority as High Lord.
6. Everyone immediately forgets that Rhysand worked for Amarantha for 50 years and distrusts Tamlin, who has worked for Hybern for all of five minutes and also brings tons of information on their troop movements and positions, confirming that all of his so called alliance was a fraud and he's been spying on them the whole time.
7. Literally the whole fucking deal with the Winter Court. Like I'm sorry that Rhys is so sexual traumatized by Amarantha but children fucking died in a horrible, gruesome way that now, nobody can be accountable for. This is on my top 3 of most egregious SJM retcons because I'm supposed to believe that some daemati we've never heard of before, is never mentioned or seen again, is supposedly the missing link to absolve Rhysand of the fact that he murdered 24 children in book one and devastated the Winter Court. Give me a fucking break. And Feyre gets so SAD and hurt when Rhys says he was confined to Amaranthaâs bedroom, but I guess dead kids in Winter and Spring are just the price you pay for loving a morally gray bryonic hero uwu. I'd say, "Get fucked," but i think Rhys and Feyre would enjoy that too much.
8. When the Autumn Court says mean things it makes them irredeemable, but when Azriel and Feyre break all the rules of magic and physically retaliate and hurt other people, it's a-okay, and totally justified! Oh, the Lady of Autumn (another unnamed, sad silent [white] victim who only exists for Helion to angst over) gets hurt by virtue of being a bystander? Totally cool and normal, and since she's been a victim of domestic violence before, it means that she's a secret good guy who will totally understand and forgive Feyre for her totally justifiable outburst. Fuck off.
9. Feyre speaking to and ordering Azriel around like a literal rabid dog. Do I even need to explain this and why its bad. Do I even need to say it.
10. This scene was a joke and everything about it was a stinking trash fire.
#anti sjm#anti acowar#like.... do i need to explain the racism and homophobia?? the misogyny???? i hope not
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â°â⧠ïŸâŹđâą [another yan!oc, heâs been an oc of mine for quite some time but letâs yandere-fie him]
* ă»âŠâą contents :: yandere!oc character info + various hcs
* ă»âŠâą warnings/cw :: profanities, general yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, sexual themes though nothing too explicit, manipulative behaviour.
* ă»âŠâą additional notes :: can be read as gn. also, no particular traits mentioned except dimples on darling. again, no particulars but it is written with feminine chubby + plus sized reader in mind though not explicitly specified in the post.
:: feedbacks are appreciated and welcomed! so are requests~ my ask is always open
BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER FOR AGES AND I CANâT SEEM TO GET IT RIGHT !
yandere!oc character profile + general hcs !
Ê ïč ïč Ìäč kang haejoon :: ê° íŽì€
ââ character profile:
name: ê° íŽì€ | kang haejoon
a third generation chaebol whoâs now managing his own finance company. has risen to the top at the mere age of 25 because of his innate talent and even more impressive hard work. juggled getting his degree and masters all throughout all that and helping with his familyâs company.
age: 27
yandere type: manipulative and obsessive yandere
distinct traits: laidback disposition, pretty eyes/long lashes, broad shoulders, tall height, disarming, easygoing smile, two moles under his right eye.
friends: 2 best friends since high school, park yoonseo, a lot of other friends/connections
likes: sweets (though, he gained this affinity in high school when he saw his darling either chewing on sugarfree gum, or sucking a lollipop), physical touch, listening to music, sleeping, your dimples.
dislikes: disrupting his sleep (unless it his darling, he wonât even close his eyes), not being able to feel you, anyone bothering you
hobbies: watching you while in the same vicinity, gaming (got into it cause he heard you mention it but now heâs hooked and he canât stop), cooking, playing games,
áĄá ”á áĄàĄà ąà âžà»à Ąà Łá ߯á à Łà áĄà Łà á á à ąà đĄ~ âăgeneral headcanons !
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč a romanticist through and through. though, it was probably influenced by his privileged upbringing. super big on âdo what makes you happyâ.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč heâs genuinely kind, especially to those he holds dear. would solve his friendsâ problems like itâs his. if they want to handle it themselves, will give 200% moral support always. however, once you cross him or betray him. . . he pays it back tenfold.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč so charming yet heâs not exactly aware of how potent his charm is. donât get me wrong, he knows heâs charming and he uses that as a weapon most of the time. but people actually worship the ground he walks on but he probably wouldnât careless even if he knew.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč has love his darling ever since high school. although, he has never made a direct move. as mentioned in his profile, he used to be neutral about sweets until heâs noticed his darling always having them, now heâs also naturally craving a lollipop or any form of candy throughout the day.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč can talk his way out of any trouble, if he even has to. his pretty face mostly does all the work for him. if not, heâll solve any situation easily. after all, no one couldâve ever made it to the top and not know how to handle getting out of a fickle, right?
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč despite his prestigious background, he insisted on only going to a semi-private school. even in university, he only ever attended a state universityâ although, he also attended a well-known and respected one.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč more humble than people realise. that is because he once heard his darling say thereâs nothing cool about flaunting your parents wealth, as you have not acquired it with your own power. itâs what gave him the push to be as successful as he can at such a young age and establish his own company. although, he wonïżœïżœïżœt deny that his privilege has played a major part in that in the first place.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč was more of a two-faced asshole before he met his darling. although, heâs not a bad person per se, a lot of his goodness was because of something his darling has said unknowingly.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč has had. . . relationships that is not his darling. to be honest, calling them relationships is too generous. they were no more than flings to him. though, his darling is the same.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč adopted a stray kitten he saw you petting in high school. he was more of a dog person but since you seem to adore cats more, heâs sure he can use it to lure your heart later.
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč loves listening to music. again, heavily influenced by his darling. he saw you always with earphones in, sometimes even headphones.
áĄá ”á áĄàĄà ąà âžà»à Ąà Łá ߯á à Łà áĄà Łà á á à ąà đĄ~ âăyandere tendencies !
ă»âŠâą manipulative as all hell. constantly memorising you and since heâs all about you, itâs even more of an easier role to play.
ă»âŠâą because of his upbringing, he knows exactly how important ones standing in society is. because of that, heâs the type to also not directly dirty his hands. he would rather make a pest lose all their credibility, status, and watch them slowly fall in the depth of their own personal hell rather than giving them the mercy of death.
ă»âŠâą heâs so charming that heâs always so far on peopleâs list any time shit happens. he has perfected all his scheming behind the scenes that itâs as easy as sleeping to him.
ă»âŠâą so, so obsessed with his darling. as previously mentioned, heâs already all about you. despite never being in a relationship with you back when he first started liking you, he claims that he still knows you better than anyone. and in all sense, he is quite right. after all, haejoon even knows what and how you feel despite having unclear or no emotions on your face.
ă»âŠâą itâs mildly unsettling how he knows exactly how you are. you could have a poker face and heâll suddenly squeeze your hand and ask if youâre not feeling well. if you asked how he knew, heâd say something like âwell... your breathing is differentâ or something along those lines. if you point it out, heâd immediately, but somehow convincingly change topics or play it down.
ă»âŠâą has to be touching you one way or another. his mind will be relentless otherwise. cant focus on his tasks unless his hand is on you, doesnât have to be sexual but it goes there more often than heâd like to admit. heâs also too stubborn to not be in the same room as you so you have to deal with his overbearing tendencies. (yes heâs a pda type of man, this is something he canât really help). if he canât touch you cause of the setting you both are in, then his eyes are constantly on you. you can rest assured that at the end of his gaze, there is always you and you alone.
ă»âŠâą has everyoneâs dirts and everything else they wanted to hide. he is also the type to not be satisfied with someone just losing their job. he will make them lose everything else, or else he will not be satisfied.
ă»âŠâą heâs a patient man and heâs been waiting for you since high school. thereâs no deterring him into being someone you want and need. if all fails, he can just keep you. of course, he will make it seem like itâs all your choice. and that itâs in no way coercion. he wonât take it that far as long as you stay free. he can wait until youâre ready, but no one else is allowed.
ă»âŠâą there was once in high school where you got a partner, he was going to do something but he saw the happy vibe you had and decided heâll stay quiet first. and he thought that if he ruined that guyâs reputation, it will badly reflect on you too. however, he actually witnessed your break-up confrontation where you overheard your partner backstabbing you and hearing him say he only dated you for a bet. case was, he has severe inferiority complex so he tried dating you to make himself feel better. well, you took him head on afterwards but haejoon still made sure that there would be no bright future waiting for that useless extra.
ă»âŠâą once heard his darling say they prefer the city life and the hustle bustle of it all; so he made sure to build his office building in the most prime location. also have shares on his now friends amazing apartment complex building. he also nagged his parents to have a headquarters in the city making both of them exasperated about their sonâs incredulous request. though, his dad did approve once he found out itâs because of a special someone. his dad thinks that the season of youth was truly nice.
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#yandere oc#male yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere drabble#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#soft yandere#male yandere#221221 â 20.12 âĄ
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Punch: I called you here because I can't stop you.
Sonic: Huh?
Punch: You said I am not a murderer or betrayer, but....unfortunately...I really am....you don't see from yourself? I HATE this world even everyone. I am a murderer, destructive, psychotic and violent. You did see for yourself, right? Why are you letting me know me off the hook? Why do you still trust me after what my other self and I do for you?
Sonic: I know you better more than anyone else. How am I letting you off the hook?
Punch: Even you knew I could kill you anytime I want?
Sonic: You can't do anything without a reason. I know that for sure.
PUNCH(will be Gilgamesh later in the future): What do you know for sure? What can you understand about Punch? What can you believe about me?
Sonic: I don't need a reason. But I want to believe and trust you to the very end. Even if the world is against you, I'll continue to trust you. Even you once left because you wanted to protect me. Um.....because I love you Punch as my brother and only my brother.
Punch: You're stupid you know that?
Sonic: You're kind. That's how me and Daniel saw you that way.
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Gilgamesh: Heh....My stupid brother still accepts me. He still forgives me. Because of him, I make it this far. Without him....maybe I would end up badly.
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If you take notice, you can see that Punch shares something similar to Super Sonic, also known by fans as Fleetway Super Sonic or Evil Super Sonic, is one of the overarching antagonists of Fleetway's Sonic the Comic.
This Sonic from British comics is a more brash and aggressive version of Sonic that is not afraid to speak his mind but is often using that as a mask for his insecurities and feelings. Just like King Gilgamesh from Fate/stay night you did see how similar, right? He exterminates those that stand in the way of his enjoyment without exception. All living beings are "something that is about to die" or "something that will one day die." If he decides that there is a "being that should die this moment", he will simply execute the sentence no matter if they should be a sage or a god. If it is an astute judgment synonymous to universal truth, or even a misrule during a drunken stupor, anything carried out by him, the absolute king, becomes the indisputable sentence of the king. He takes the time to enjoy himself, mastering every treasure and every pleasure. With conviction to treat good and evil equally, he has no need for other ideologies and ways of life when the absolute basis is "himself." His actions and way of life left him alone, so Enkidu compared rectifying his attitude to rectifying his solitude.
Note: Let me be honest everyone even the Japanese themselves misunderstood Sonic and King Gilgamesh a lot since in the past. I'm glad they changed these characters to be more understanding. Punch is a very complex character so I once said in the past, If you mistake both Sonicâs personality and Gilgamesh's personality based on original owners, that means you never understand Punchâs personality.
Super Sonic is a different element of Sonic. But isn't Sonic's true self. But also not a demonic being like Fleetway introduced. That makes Punch different from Fleetway even though both Punch and Fleetway have a vitriolic hatred towards Sonic and his friends. Super Sonic or Punch herself is mute and peaceful. She's not a quippy motor mouth. It seems to take Super form all the time to speak or show elements of his true personality within this form. Super is a powerful being.
As Sonic's personality, is kind and loyal to his friends even strangers which makes Punch still care for everyone she wants to protect. Punch chose to save Chris as well even if this was the first time she met him.
This is the reason too why King Gilgamesh chose to go back to his people no matter how selfish he was. Gilgamesh still chose people and returned back to Uruk. Fleetway sonic was always stressed, wanting to do almost everything himself(Yeah very same as King Gilgamesh). Punch was stressed and wanted to do almost everything herself as well but Punch chose to do the right thing for everyone and her friends she cared. You can read in this hint(Below) that Punch Whalen is similar to Magnifico, but as Asha said in Tsubasa of Phantasia, Magnifico ultimately only cares about himself. But Punch cares about her friends and people even though she's selfish, narcissistic, more cool than anyone else, and has high confidence in herself.
And this is why I wrote because of Sonic's kindness, Punch accepts defeat and loses to Sonic.
#hint#Tsubasa of phantasia#Punch Whalen#super sonic#Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life)#Sonic's trusting#character analysis#fleetway sonic#Sonic never hate Gilgamesh and that the resolve why he still continue to live on even his existence hurt Both Punch and Gilgamesh
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Princess of Power Secrets Revealed
Another interview of the late Jon Seisa by he-man.org user Tallstar, still available to read on the forums! Tallstar also did a series about Jonâs creation of the Star Sisters, which you can read in full in my newly minted Tallstar Interviews tag. Everyone say thank you, Tallstar.
The below is an annotated version of the post, because I canât help myself, including a reproduction of a since-deleted bio of Kitty Black-Perkins by the South Carolina African American History Calendar. Why cite a calendar? Hell if I know, but Iâll be damned if I donât preserve it. Here we go:
For those of you who have been following my series of historical articles on Mattel's '87 Star Sisters, the trio of unproduced figures for Princess of Power (along with their pet, Glory Bird), you will recall that Jon Seisa was brought on to Mattel Toys in October of 1985 to conceptualize this extension line, a line which ultimately never got off the ground due to fact that toy shelves were bogged down with older product that wasn't selling fast enough, and thus resulted in low orders from retailers. Since tracking down Jon in early March of this year, he has become an invaluable resource for information on the vintage Princess of Power toy line. He has acted as a middle-man of sorts between myself and former employees who pre-dated his arrival at Mattel Toys. Back in late March, Jon was awesome enough to offer to reconnect with his former boss, Chris McAdam, the Design Manager for the whole of Princess of Power, for additional details. Â At the time, she was just getting back from Hong Kong and extremely busy with her VP job, but took some time out of her schedule to pass along some interesting tidbits of information and history on the evolution of the brand to Jon, for myself and other fans. Â However, by the time Jon heard back from Chris McAdam, he had gotten tied up with design jobs and couldn't relay the information to me until more recently. Before passing on Jon's message, I would like to preface (as I did in previous articles) that some of the information contained therein could potentially change and/or be clarified as I (hopefully) start to hear back from some of the employees mentioned in it. PRINCESS OF POWER SECRETS REVEALED - PART 1 Â Â "Chris McAdam relayed to me that the original Princess of Power She-Ra was first developed not in her group in Girls' Toys (before I got there in 1985) but in the NBC Group (New Business Concepts), a special separate blue sky design team headed by Susannah Rosenthal, at the time, and located in an isolated location.[[Footnote 1]]Â It was the doll designer Justine Dantzer who created She-Ra. Â Justine is one of the 3 Dantzer sisters who are all known doll/toy designers in the industry. Â I knew Justine, briefly through a mutual friend, but more so her sister Elonne; I didnât know Marlene Dantzer, personally, though saw all of them at parties and industry functions. Originally, Justine proposed the idea of a female superhero named She-Ra as an antithesis to He-Man for the Masters of the Universe product line; because her observation was that the line lacked a female character, [[note: They only had Teela, and as Justine Dantzerâs first designs were for a Teela sister, itâs not out of the question but slightly dubious with this phrasing]] and thus this would add an interesting twist. Â The aesthetical look and play accessories, and even a castle were created and constructed for She-Ra for Justineâs initial prototype prelim creation and presentation. Â It had a more masculine and rugged quality to it (than the later Princess of Power line) due to its original placement in boys toys. As strategies formed and coalesced, the idea emerged to place it in Girls Toys to empower girls. [[note: according to Janice Varney-Hamlin, sheâd been attempting to launch a fashion/action flanker brand for some time, including by tying it to MotU, and she only succeeded when the Boysâ departmentâs concept had âno articulation, no hair, no fashion, not attractive at allâ and it was summarily handed over to feed the Barbie brand. unclear if thatâs true]] Chris McAdam was part of that evolution after it was handed over to the Girlâs Toy Design Group. Â The objective was to âfeminizeâ and âsoftenâ the aesthetics for girl play. Chris was able to get the talents of Kitty Black (Perkins) on the project (click HERE [[âthat link is broken: see footnote 2]] for biography), who at the time was a new emergent designer in fashion dolls at Mattel (who later became one of the top celebrity designers on Barbie). Â Kitty created the clever flashy and sassy action fashions with some sort of transformation feature. Â Noreen Porter was used to create the wonderful illustrations of the dolls for their sculpts with more feminine proportions and prettier faces, and also their superhero accessories." Of Noreen Porter, Jon had this to say: "We were fortunate to have in the POP design group a fabulous and highly talented in-house veteran doll designer/illustrator named Noreen Porter who worked on the main POP line... and specifically on the Bubble Carriage, Spinerella, Catra and She-Ra. Â Her illustrations where highly technical anatomically correct depictions and were incredible masterpieces (done in pencil with perfect highlights and shadows), Â The sculptors could literally use her illustrations to sculpt directly from. Â I understand that eventually Noreen went into medical illustration, a perfect field for her, IMHO, due to her meticulous attention to illustrative details." My thoughts: Although I could be wrong, from what I gather, the Crystal Castle playset that was constructed for use in Justine's presentation may have been the same as the version shown in the U-Matic videocassette discovered in the Filmation Archives. (I believe it was Emiliano that posted the ARTICLE some years back.)
[[note: that link will redirect you to the forums while the org is down. hereâs the article in question on the wayback machine. however, since thatâs from over a decade ago, the U-Matic videos themselves were uploaded in the now-murdered Flash. so those donât work anymore. I found some screenshots (see below for the prototype Tallstar is talking about) but no footage, yet.]]
This seems to coincide with an old book from 1990 about the toy industry called "TOYLAND The High-Stakes Game of the Toy Industry", where it is stated that the original Crystal Castle included a special bird's-beak entrance that would swoop down and pick the figures up to bring them inside of the castle. Â Apparently both little girls and their mothers were uninterested in the mechanical feature when Mattel tested it. Â They preferred a "softer, less action-oriented product", so Mattel replaced the action feature with a traditional castle door. Â This change reduced the cost of the playset. [[note: Justine Dantzer designed that feature. Sheâs big into eagles.]] The She-Ra in Justine's presentation [[her Power-Con 2016 panel]] is a bit trickier. Â It's obviously not the same as the prototype shown in the U-Matic video, as it doesn't have a "masculine and rugged quality." So, it's possibly a version that predates even the wax sculpt that was discovered on eBay a few years ago, because the aforementioned book also mentions that She-Ra's action figure wasn't well received by little girls until Mattel "pinked it up."
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FOOTNOTES (blockquotes which were too long to justify shoving in the middle of the interview)
[1] From -The Plenitude: Design and Engineering in the era of Ubiquitous Computing, by Rich Gold:
NBC was a small group quite literally at the edge of Mattel. We were housed in an old warehouse several blocks from the main Mattel building. Toy design is money and you canât allow new ideas escape. They had constructed a tilt-up inside of the tilt-up providing two levels of security.
[...] As Louis Sullivan, famous Chicagoan architect, famously stated, âForm follows function.â [...] Susannah Rosenthal, had a different formulation. She said, âForm follows Fun.â
[2] Kitty Black-Perkins: Chief Designer of Fashions and Doll Concepts for Mattel's Barbie line
Kitty Black-Perkins is an accomplished Chief Designer of Fashions and Doll Concepts for Mattel's highly successful Barbie line. Over the years, Black-Perkins's hard work and fashion genius have contributed to Barbie's 300 million plus fashions. Barbie is marking her forty-third anniversary in 2002. For 26 of those years, Black-Perkins has wowed the world adorning its most popular doll.
A native of Spartanburg, South Carolina, Black-Perkins is one of seven children. She was encouraged to dream big by two loving parents and her two art teachers at Carver High School. Her dream of becoming a commercial artist took flight when her aunt in California invited her to visit for the summer after high school graduation. Black-Perkins embraced Los Angeles. She earned her degree in fashion design from Los Angeles Trade Technical College in 1971, and after that, she was on her way. Her career experience as a fashion designer began with several fashion houses in Los Angeles among them Miss Melinda of California, Debbie Ross, A & O Couture, and many others.
In 1976, Black-Perkins was enticed by a classified ad for a fashion designer for the largest toy company in the world - Mattel. Through Mattel, Black-Perkins was given the opportunity to travel all over the world. One of her many lines is the African-American fashion dolls: Shanni and Friends, introduced in 1991; Fashion Savvy, introduced in 1997, and the Brandy line currently on the market. A special doll, designed by Black-Perkins, was donated to the South Carolina State Museum in May of 2001.
Black-Perkins's creative impact as a top designer has been recognized and pursued by some of the industry's top magazines and newspapers. Ebony, Essence, LA Magazine, Woman's Day, and Sister to Sister are just a sample of those who have followed her career in print. In addition, her reputation of 26 years and design savvy have earned her many honors throughout the industry. Some of these include the distinction of receiving the Chairman's Award, the highest recognition a Mattel employee can receive. She was honored with this in 1985 and 1987. The toy industry also honored her with their highest achievement award, The Doty Award. She was chosen Woman of the Year honoree at the annual "Woman Keeping the Dream Alive" banquet sponsored by the National Council of Negro Women in 1994. More recently, she was inducted into the Black Hall of Fame on July 23, 2001.
Black-Perkins has always made it a priority to invest time and energy back to the community. She has volunteered to be a guest speaker at several Career Day events and has contributed spectacular one-of-a-kind creations to various charitable fund raisers, raising well over $100,000. Black-Perkins says the best part of her job is the satisfaction of seeing her designs completed and knowing that her dolls are making a lot of little girls happy all over the world.
Black-Perkins resides in southern California with her two children. They are her most prized accomplishment and have been a great source of strength and support for her in following her dreams.
#interviews#tallstar interviews#motu#mattel#jon seisa#chris mcadams#like half the info is ultimately from her so it's only fair#u-matic prototypes
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Paparazzi.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x
Requested: nope
Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!
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Same old, boring routine.
Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N⊠well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.
Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.
Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.
Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.
Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.
As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.
It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.
A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.
He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.
When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.
Posted: 15 minutes ago.
His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during⊠but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.
"Oh, SebâŠ"
His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cumâ" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.
He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.
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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.
his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well
your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! đ„șâ€
his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)
your-username: hehe đ glad you liked it!
Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.
Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.
Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.
He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.
his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.
your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol
his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?
your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that
his-username: Ohhh
his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian
your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but đłđ)
his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man đ€đ
your-username: đ€Ł im y/n, btw
his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name
your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?
his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre
your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao
his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!
your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day đ notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy
his-username: Oopsie?
your-username: đđ I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice
your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics đ
Sebastian's face heated up.
his-username: kinda yeah đ€·đ»ââïžđ
your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever đł
Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That⊠was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.
his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky
your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!
his-username: Bye! đđ»
He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.
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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the worldâ Sebastian Stan.
Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.
His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her accountâ her username memorized by himâ and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.
His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.
Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.
Everything was going well.
Until one day.
Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it wasâ it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.
Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.
Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.
"You okay?"
She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'mâ "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uhâ I'mâ h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.
"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.
"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm⊠I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.
Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"
"Oh, please! Tell me!"
He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latestâ She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.
Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friendâ scratch thatâ her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent himâŠ
Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the accountâ I'm so sorryâ" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cryâŠ" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.
"You've read everything, haven't you? I justâ I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortableâ" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.
"Huh?"
He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.
"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."
Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.
"Can I kiss you, doll?"
She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.
"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"
"O-Okay."
"Good girl."
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A/N: What a meta experience đ€Ą Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!
#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan x y/n#sebastian stan x female reader#sebastian stan characters#bucky barnes x reader#winter soldier#disney#mcu#marvel#avengers#fanfic#writing#writeblr
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Jamil, Vil, and Leona for the character ask, please?
[From here!]
Oooooh, a fun set of characters!! đ Since all three of them have gotten development from chapter 6, this post will be much longer thanks to all the thoughts I have of them and the thoughts I read from other fans. Fair warning that this will contain spoilers for chapter 6.
Jamil
Chapter 6 in general gave a lot of depth to the Overblot boys, Pomefiore, and Ignihyde, but I find that Jamil was especially made more complex.
Something that many Jamil or Scarabia fans in general will say is that Jamil isnât as malicious as people would paint him out to beâwhich isnât wrong! Jamil did what he did not because he hates Kalim, but because he hates his circumstances. He was born into a hierarchy where he has to live to serve someone, at the cost of his own life. And I donât mean that he literally loses his lifeâwhich, by the way, is a real risk for him when heâs serving the heir to the Asimâs wealthâbut rather, I mean things like his own future. Take note that Jamil can never score higher than Kalim or even do better than Kalim in anything. This will affect his tertiary education when he starts applying for universities. His options will be limited for sure, and unless Kalim gets homeschooled for university, well itâs likely that Jamil just wonât have any choice at all. đ€Ą This also affects his view on relationships. He has a hard time understanding relationships where people are on equal footing or relationships where people help each other without any benefit because⊠thatâs just not what he grew up with. He has to help Kalim for the sake of his family. He has to be the servant to the master. And it will be difficult for him to shake off that mindset.
Yet it canât be denied that there is a lot of selfishness in the way he thinks. In fact, that selfishness reached a point where he didnât care about who gets hurt, as long as he accomplished his own goals, which is something that canât be excused no matter what. A huge part of why Jamil overblotted was because he wanted to be free to show off what he can truly do. And since he never had that chance to really show himself off, he doesnât have an accurate gauge of how talented he is compared to others. He only has people like Kalim and other Asim household members to compare to, and that would lead him to think that heâs much better than most people.
Thatâs what Leona points out in chapter 6, that Jamil really isnât as big of a deal as he makes himself out to be. And you know what, despite the complicated circumstances that led to Jamilâs way of thinking, Leona really is correct in telling Jamil that he isnât really much. While all he would be doing is saying, âIf only I could show off my full potentialâŠâ, people like Riddle and Azul have already done so much. Jamil is really compelling as a character, and I really enjoy that about him.
Onto personal thoughts! Yes, I feel that I would be afraid of Jamil. I think his dead stare would make me feel like Iâm being judged. đ And stares like that would terrify me.
Now what issues do I project onto him? Frankly, itâs less of personal issues and more on observations that I have seen growing up. Being in Asia, I have grown up with maids. I once knew a kid who was my age back then and would be a maid to another family. Jamilâs arc made me think about the people who work for other people at home. Are they content with doing what they do? Do they have freedoms? Do they tend to be discriminated more? Itâs things that I would have never deeply thought about if it werenât for TWST and Jamil in particular.
Vil
I think anyone whoâs been around the TWST fandom since its early days will know how much Vil got shit for âabusing Epelâ, being ânarcissisticâ when that isnât the point of his character, and many other things. I think back then, it was hard being a Vil stan. You had to be either lowkey or with good friends to be able to happily stan Vil because I have heard of stories where fans used to be bullied for stanning him.
Thankfully, we now have more Vil stans đ and I will say I like Vil now that heâs within my top 5. Actually, he could have been my #1 oshi. Heâs my type, after all. But Octavinelle came before Pomefiore, and itâs hard to just change my favs lmao
I love Vil for being one of the most mature characters in the game. He knows how to lead, he knows how to get people to cooperate, and he knows when is the right time to apologize, something that is hard to do when youâre a very prodeful person. Heâs beautiful in both looks and brainsâVil is astute in battle and in reading peopleâs intentions. Heâs a very admirable character, and I would love to incorporate some of his own habits into my own lifestyle.
Despite that, if I did meet him IRL, Iâd be scared. đ Obviously, thereâs his reputation, and it would be really nerve-wracking to be in front of a celebrity. But Iâd be more scared of his strictness and scrutiny. Some people may want to be in Pomefiore so that he could help discipline them, but personally, the way Vil teaches and disciplines others will break me. đ So yeah, Iâd just be even more terrified of him.
Despite how much I admire him, I do think that his character arc wasnât executed properly. I have most of my thoughts about it in this post, but basically, I think Vilâs arc didnât give him the proper build-up to his overblot. I also think that Vil was painted a bit too perfectly. Sure, heâs got really good beliefs, and heâs a formidable leader, but I wish that there was more acknowledgment that he was kinda :/// it does make their loss more meaningful at the very least
You can find Leonaâs here!
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Nobody Compares
Day 22, Story #1 is by @arianatwycross
Title: Nobody compares Author/Artist: arianatwycross.tumblr.com Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Prompt:Â In Vino Veritas (under the influence) Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): n/a
Hermione admits to kissing Ron, brags about him to Sarah and her friends. They donât believe her because sheâs acting so out of character.
Ron comes up from behind her and kisses her neck.Â
Her friends gasp loudly and she smiles at their shocked expressions. She doesnât give them time to question her properly, instead she spins around and places her hands on his chest.Â
Heâs smiling down at her, his eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. He bends down to whisper something in her ear and Hermione canât help but bite her lip and nod back.Â
Hermione wasnât surprised that Ron got signed young. He had the sort of edge a football player needs in the modern world, the passion to do more while simultaneously keeping a smart head, his humour, his witty but sensible remarks about teammates and competitors. She wasnât surprised when he got picked for the first team, the team he grew up supporting, watching on TV and following in magazines.Â
She was surprised however, at how easily it was for them to drift apart. She always thought that they would be able to overcome issues like time zones and schedules, but she was wrong. Hermione graduated University with a first in Law, and was on her way to study her Masterâs in London and Ron was upping his training and committing to the first team at Manchester United.Â
At the beginning they emailed and texted frequently, while Hermione was still settling into her Bachelorâs degree and Ron was still playing for the Under 23âs. But in Hermioneâs second year, her course load increased and she had barely had time to even watch a single tv show. Ron tried his best to see her on his weekends off, but in the end Hermione convinced him it wasnât worth it. The conversations over email and phone started to dwindle to monthly, then every few months and then finally they stopped altogether.Â
Hermione did mourn their friendship for a long time. She blamed herself mostly, she knew she was the one that had a bit more freedom to call him when she could. Ron was too busy dealing with training schedules and away games to think about calling his best friend from secondary school.Â
It had been four years since she had seen Ron. She still thought about him at times, how could she not when he was one of the most famous football players in the country? Sometimes she saw him in the sports section of the newspaper or saw him on the TV. She was a self-proclaimed Manchester United fan and so she saw him play every game on the TV. Her friends had no idea they were best friends just a few years ago, they had no idea that he was Hermioneâs first love. No one knew that, not even Ron.Â
So when she walked into the pub down the street one Friday night, and found him standing at the bar she froze. Every muscle in her body just stopped, only her heart thumped heavily in her chest. There he was, back leaning against the bar, red hair still cut short, shoulders a little bit broader, arms definitely more toned, the same cheeky grin plastered on his face. Her heart flipped and cracked all at the same time.Â
She hadnât seen him for four years and on a random Friday night she runs into him? She quickly looked at Sarah next to her, glaring at her as if she had planned this. Sarah of course, did not. Sarah had no idea that Hermione was friends with the famous Ron Weasley.Â
âOh my god, is that Ron Weasley? Doesnât he play for Man U Hermione? You support them donât you?âÂ
Hermione just stared at Ron, her eyes drinking in the mannerisms she hadnât seen in years. The cross of his arms across his body, the tilt of his smirk as he listened to his mates next to him.Â
âHermione?âÂ
âRight, yeah thatâs himâÂ
âShall we say hello?âÂ
âNo!â Hermione quickly interjects and steers Sarah away from the bar and towards a booth on the opposite side. She can still see him from where she sits but he canât see her without turning around.Â
Sarah gives Hermione a bewildered look.Â
âBit of a fangirl are we?â Sarah asks.Â
Sarah works with Hermione, the two of them only just starting to hang out outside of work. She doesnât know much about the smart solicitor yet, just that Sarah has a boyfriend that works at the bank and that she enjoys a large glass of pinot noir a bit too much.Â
Sheâs nice, and smart and the two of them get along really well. But Hermione wasnât about to go blab about how the man at the bar was the love of her life between the ages of 15-21.Â
âNo, just Iâm way too awkward to say helloâ She mutters, âShall I grab us some drinks?âÂ
Sarah nods and rattles off her order. Hermione makes sure she goes to the furthest side of the bar to where Ron leans. Heâs still looking in the opposite direction so she calms down a little, lets her muscles relax and breathes steadier so her heart doesnât go into overdrive.Â
She orders her drinks and while she waits she watches Ron. Heâs wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans. She watches the smooth muscles in his back tense as he talks, heâs still as mesmerizing as the day she last saw him.Â
She drinks another three glasses of wine before Sarah calls the rest of her friends, begging for them to join them at the pub. The pub has grown loud and rowdy, the drinks have been flowing and the heat has made everyone boisterous and excitable. Ron has relocated to a table with his mates, a pint in his hand, the group of them laughing loudly and Hermione feels herself being pulled towards him.Â
Sarah waits at the table for their friends while Hermione goes to order them another round. The alcohol is now freely flowing in her veins, so she doesnât realise whoâs next to her before itâs too late. He stands tall, his elbows resting on the sticky bar. She tenses, her entire body feels inflamed.Â
âMione?â
She might just cry.Â
She looks up and finds Ron staring at her in shock. His blue eyes wide and his mouth wide open. She laughs.Â
âHeyâ she replies, smiling at him.Â
Ron instantly smiles back and before she knows it heâs grabbing her into a hug and engulfing her with his scent.Â
He smells exactly the same, she thinks.Â
âFucking hell, I canât believe its you!â he says, pulling back and cupping her face with his large palms.Â
She freezes at such an intimate touch but he doesnât seem to realise.Â
âYou look goodâ she says, watching as his eyes also scanned her face.Â
âYou look stunningâ he replies openly, making Hermione laugh again. He drops his hands.Â
âHow long has it been?â he asks. Heâs shaking his head now, still in shock at seeing her.Â
âFour years?âÂ
âFucking hell, Iâve missed youâ he says quietly.Â
âYeah, Iâve missed you tooâÂ
They smile at each other. Hermione grabs the wine glass in front of her as the bartender makes Sarahâs drink. Her entire body is shaking.Â
âAre you here with someone?â he asks.Â
She points out Sarah, who is now sitting with three other girls. Girls that Hermione hardly knows.Â
âSarah, I work with her. It looks like her friends just showed upâ Hermione gives Ron a tight smile.
âOh well do you have time to chat?âÂ
âYeah, let me just give this to Sarah and let her knowâ she holds up Sarahâs wine glass and Ron gives her a smile. Such a familiar smile that Hermione canât help but smile back, her jaw hurts already.Â
She walks over to the table, tells Sarah that sheâs just bumped into an old friend and will be back soon. Sarahâs friends greet Hermione kindly but donât complain.Â
Then Hermione finds herself sitting at a table in the corner of the pub with Ron Weasley.Â
She canât quite believe it. Sheâs 24 and sitting across a table with her childhood best friend. He looks exactly the same but completely different. She feels exactly the same as she usually does when with him. The old feelings are bubbling up and overwhelming her. How can feelings from four years ago still be so strong?
They end up chatting for hours, the drinks fueling her excitement at seeing him, the alcohol probably fueling another type of feeling that she probably shouldnât encourage. They talk about their families, their friends, football and her job. Sheâs giggling and laughing and then Ronâs telling her heâs sorry.Â
âIâm so sorry we feel out of touch. I still think about you all the timeâ he admits. Heâs been drinking beers and she can tell heâs slightly tipsy by the redness of his cheeks.Â
âMe too, I guess life just happenedâ she murmurs.Â
He nods sullenly.Â
âI watch all of your gamesâ she admits bravely. She blames the wine, sheâs never normally this forward.Â
âYou do?âÂ
âOf course I do,â she smiles at his bewildered look. His blue eyes wide and searching hers for the catch.Â
âYouâre greatâÂ
He laughs modestly.Â
âI ask my mum about you every time I go homeâ he admits and she blushes furiously.Â
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs probably embarrassing but I think Iâve drunk too much to care.â He laughs and she laughs with him. His laugh is so contagious and familiar, a warmth that she had never found in anyone else.
âIâve heard all about your big job in the city and your nice apartment,â he admits.Â
âMy mum still talks to your mum so I guess Iâm not surprised. Does she also tell your mum that I havenât had a proper boyfriend in years and that I need to get a move on?â she laughs.Â
Ron smiles tightly and she watches as his eyes scan her face and settle on her lips.
âSo still no boyfriend?âÂ
âNope. What about you? Have you found a hot model to marry yet?âÂ
He screws his nose up and Hermione laughs.Â
âNo way, models are too much trouble. But no, no girlfriend. I was seeing a girl last year but it didnât work outâÂ
Hermioneâs heart flips. She doesnât want to imagine Ron with another girl, falling in love with another girl.
âThatâs a shameâ she mutters, hands grasping the stem of the cool wine glass.Â
âNot reallyâÂ
She looks up and finds him staring down into his beer.Â
âWhy?âÂ
He ignores her question and instead looks at her, catching her eyes with his.Â
âDo you think everyone has that one person they compare everyone to?âÂ
The question surprises her, so much that she opens her mouth to answer but finds that she has nothing to say. Or at least, the words donât seem to form. Instead she can only say one word.Â
âWho?âÂ
His eyes widen but he looks down at the table and smiles.Â
âWell, you of courseâÂ
Hermione feels like sheâs dreaming, like the alcohol running through her body has numbed her and she is just playing out a fantastic scenario in her drunken brain.Â
âWhat?â she gulps.Â
Ron nods as if heâs agreeing to something in his head.Â
âYou were my best friend and youâre gorgeous, of course I fancied youâ they donât break their eye contact, it seems too important, too life-changing of a conversation to not look at each other.Â
âNo you didnât!â she scoffs, thinking of an 18-year old Ron fancying smart-ass, frizzy-haired Hermione.Â
âOh come on Mione! Youâre beautiful, smart and funny! I was always flirting with you!âÂ
She tries to remember a time when he might have been flirting but she canât, all she can remember is her 18 year old self watching him play football, the way he moved when he sprinted, his laugh when he scored, the way he hugged her when they celebrated.Â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â she gulps.Â
âYou just got into Uni and you needed to focus. You were always stressing about how important your first year was and then when I called you, I felt like I was distracting you and I knew how important it all was for you so I just stopped callingâ he had his hands running through his hair now, settling on his neck and squeezing.Â
It was too much for her, to think that she was the reason Ron stopped talking to her. All she could think about was disappointing him, choosing her degree over his friendship, over something more. She stood up frantically and mumbled something about needing air. She heard Ron say something as she walked off but the air was suffocating her, the crowds were too much, the alcohol was making her feel slightly nauseous.Â
She shoved open the front door to the pub and pushed through the small crowd out the front. She found a quiet corner near the car park, gulped in the fresh summer air and breathed.Â
She couldnât believe that Ron had fancied her this whole time, that he wanted to talk to her and that he didnât just feel obliged to talk to her after school. He liked her and she liked him. She spent years watching him play football, happy that he had moved on, trying not to think about the time they had missed.Â
âMione?âÂ
Hermione looked up to find Ron standing idly a few meters ahead of her.Â
âRon,â she sighed.Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said anything.âÂ
She didnât consciously walk towards him, it just happened, like the sight of him spurred something in her , made her gravitate towards him. She was inches from him when she stopped and she looked up, her heart warming at the familiar blue eyes and the freckles on his cheeks. So familiar and so him.Â
âI missed you so muchâ is all she can say, and she feels her heart filling at the way he smiles back at her.Â
âI missed you tooâÂ
âIâm probably a little drunk but can I kiss you?â she says, the words tumbling from her mouth before she can catch them and swallow them whole.Â
He smiles brightly and takes her jaw in his hands, his palms back to where they belong.Â
He leans down and kisses her deeply. His lips are soft beneath hers. She wraps her hands around his neck and her fingers lace between his hair, something she had only dreamt of doing.Â
She tugs at his hair and he responds by slipping his tongue into her mouth, she moans as their tongues tangle and their breaths deepen. Sheâs feeling dizzy and she knows itâs not from the wine, itâs from being this close to Ron. Itâs from all the pent up feelings sheâs had buried for years, for the disappointment she had felt, the deep sadness from him not being in her life.Â
They pull apart and Ron kisses the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her cheek.Â
âMione?âÂ
âYeah?â she murmurs, still breathless.Â
âPlease tell me you have time to see meâÂ
The desperation in his voice breaks her, she grabs his face and kisses him fiercely.Â
âRon, Iâm not letting you go this timeâÂ
He smiles as he kisses her this time, and they laugh in between kisses.Â
He asks if he can take her home and she delightfully finds out that he lives nearby, just a 20 minute walk from her own house. He explains that heâs actually been transferred to Arsenal and he moved to London just a few weeks ago. He seems happy about the change and Hermione canât help but grin proudly as he tells her about the transfer and his new apartment. She feels like this is all too good to be true, that heâs now close by, heâs here and with her.Â
She goes back inside the pub to say goodbye to Sarah, he pulls her in for another kiss before they enter the pub. He also says goodbye to his mates and she feels feverish as she wanders over to the crowded table. Sarah squeals when she appears and Hermione notes how intoxicated everyone is and smiles. Sarahâs friend, Ashleigh asks if Hermione knows Ron Weasley and Hermione nods, not stopping the huge smile that graces her face when she hears his name. Sarah squeals again at Hermioneâs blush and Hermione ends up gushing when Sarah asks if they snogged.Â
She revels in the faces of Sarah and her friends when Ron kisses her neck, and she lets his lips spread heat over her entire body.Â
âWe have a lot of catching up to do Miss Granger.â
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Sweet Tooth - One Shot
a/n: dentistrry is here!! I only researched a couple of things, so if youâre in the dentistry/medical field please donât come for me if things are inaccurate, itâs just a fic, you know? This ia really cute, sweet, datey fic, so I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super helpful! (not proofread) Consider buying me a coffee if youâre able!Â
Warnings: fluff and smut (the word molested is used, nothing bad happens or has happened to the main characters, itâs just mentioned during a conversation)
Pairing: Harry x OC
Words: 18K
âDad, I can go by myself.â Abby groans to her father.
âI have to make sure everything gets billed correctly. Your dentist said only two are impacted, so only half is covered my medical and the other half is covered by dental.â
She huffs out a sigh, but nods her head as they enter Tufts Medical Center. Abby was finally getting a consult for her wisdom teeth. Perhaps at the age of twenty she felt a little late to the game for this, but her mouth had only started to hurt a little this past year. She was a little nervous about being knocked out for surgery, but she also just wanted her mouth to feel better. It was the summer before her junior year of college, so now was the perfect time to get it done. Abby and her dad make their way through the building, and get to the floor they need to be on.
âAbigail Simmons.â Her dad says to the receptionist and she nods.
âSomeone will be out for her shortly. Did you have her most recent x-rays sent to us?â
âYes.â Her dad says, and they both go to take a seat.
Abbyâs leg was bouncing and she was chewing on her bottom lip. It was just a consult, there was really nothing to be worried about.
âAbigail?â Her eyes widen as she looks over at the person who just said her name. He had a toothy smile and was wearing a set of blue scrubs. She and her father both stand up. âHi, Iâm Harry, you can follow me.â He smiles to the two of them as he leads them to the consult rooms. He gets Abby situated in the dental chair. âJust so you both know, I am a student, but a competent one, which is why one of the other nurses isnât here, but one of them will come by shortly, and so will the doctor.â He sits down on the stool and wheels over to Abby as he puts his gloves on. âHeard your mouthâs been sore, huh?â
âY-yeah.â
âShe called me at school in tears.â Her dad says and she glares at him.
âCollege student?â Harry raises an eyebrow and looks back at the computer to review her x-rays. âHow old are you?â
âTwenty.â Abby says.
âYour teeth are, like, really straight. Did you have braces?â
âWhen she was in middle school. She stills wears her retainer.â
Harry and Abby both look at her father and blink. He was really starting to piss her off. She could answer for herself.
âWell, youâve got a very good girl here, donât you, Mr. Simmons? Listen, uh, this is going to take a few minutes. I need to look at all of her teeth and confirm the ones that are impacted and if the other two have room or not. Thereâs another waiting area right over there. Iâll call you back over once the doctorâs here. Would that be alright?â
âItâs justâŠAbbyâs really nervous-â
âDad, please, Iâm fine.â
âAlright.â Her dad sighs. âIâll be right over there.â
âBit of a helicopter you have there.â Harry smirks at her.
âThank you for getting rid of him. I bring myself to the doctor all the time, but for whatever reason he was adamant about coming to this.â
âItâs major surgery I donât blame him.â Harry grabs a bib to put around Abby. âSo, you go by Abby?â
âMhm.â She blushes as he clips the bib in place and adjusts her hair.
âIs it true, are you nervous?â
âA littleâŠmostly about the surgery, not so much about the rest. Iâm not one of those people thatâs afraid of the dentist.â
âNo worries, love, youâll be in good hands with us.â He smiles. âIâm gonna put the chair back now, alright?â
âOkay.â
The chair slowly goes back, and he situates a pair of sunglasses onto her before fixing the light over her eyes.
âCould you open up for me as much as you can? Iâll try to be as gentle as possible since I know youâre experiencing a lot of discomfort.â
She nods and opens up wide. She feels his pinkies enter her mouth and feel around her gums. She winces a few times when he brushes up against the back of her mouth. She hears him whisper sorry a few times. Abby tries to focus on anything else. She focuses on how green his eyes are, and how seemingly perfect his skin is. Her mind wanders to how people get skin like that. Whatâs his routine? How could she get skin as smooth? Does he see a dermatologist regularly?
âOkay, Abby, Iâm gonna out the chair back upright, and go grab your dad and the doctor. Hope that didnât hurt too much.â
âIt was fine, thank you.â
Abbyâs dad, two nurses, Harry, and the doctor all come over to her to discuss her teeth. She definitely needed all four removed. They settle on a date for her to come back and have the procedure done, and Harry gives her the rundown on how to prep for the surgery.
âWeâll see you in a couple of weeks, Abby.â Harry smiles.
âYouâll be here?â
âYou bet.â
Even though she was nervous as fuck to go under, she was almost excited to see the handsome dental student again. At least it was something to look forward to.
//
Abby had an early morning surgery, and she had to stop eating the night before. So she was exhausted and starving, not to mention she was a ball of nerves. Her dad drove her in for the appointment, and assured her heâd be there afterwards.
âAbby?â Harry comes out all scrubbed up and ready to go. She stands up and waves back to her dad before going with him. He brings her over to a consult chair and types on the computer. âAlright, whatcha have for breakfast?â
âN-nothing, I havenât eaten since dinner last night.â
âGood girl.â He says without looking at her. âAnd what about a midnight snack?â
âHarry, I havenât eaten since dinner last night.â
âYou remembered my name?â He asks as he turns to her, and she blushes.
âSort of hard to forget the British guy that told my dad to go sit somewhere else.â She smirks, and it makes him laugh. âWill you be in the operating room?â
âYup, Iâll be there the whole time. Iâm the hand holder.â
âThe hand holder?â
âMhm, while theyâre helping you get to sleep Iâll be holding your hand, making sure youâre alright. I also get to put the IV in your arm.â
âLucky you.â She deadpans and it makes him laugh again.
âWhat are you in school for?â
âPsychology. Iâd like to be the type of doctor that doesnât have to deal with all this.â She gestures around the room.
âHelping people on a whole other level, I see.â He nods.
The doctor comes over, and she must have gotten asked about four more times if she had eaten breakfast. She gets settled in the chair in the new room where sheâd be operated on. She watches as Harry gets the IV in her arm, and then he holds her hand, just like he said he was. He was wearing a mask now, but she could tell he was smiling.
âDonât worry, Abby, the next time you wake up these nasty teeth will be gone.â
She nods at him and squeezes his hand as they get the oxygen hooked up to her nose. His thumb rubs the back of her hand as a nurse puts the mask over her mouth, and her eyes slowly start to droop. The last image she has is Harryâs hand in hers.
When Abby wakes up, her eyes immediately well up with tears as she looks around the room. She sees her dad sitting in a chair reading a magazine, and she sees the IV still hooked up to her arm. She makes a whining noise and her dad looks over at her.
âHey, youâre awake.â He smiles. âEverything went really well, honey. You did great.â
After about ten minutes a nurse comes in and takes the IV out. In her daze she tried looking for Harry, but she couldnât find him. She was so delirious she could barely walk, and her dad had to help her to the car. She just wanted to say thank you to Harry for holding her hand, but she never got the chance.
//
Several years later, Abby had finished her masterâs degree in counseling, and just finished up her licensure program. She already had a few different job opportunities lined up. The one she wanted most was at a local university at a counseling center. Being a student in todayâs age was tough, and Abby wanted to be someone they could open up to. She had done extremely well in her postgraduate internship, so she had impeccable recommendations. She just needed to narrow things down to what school she wanted to work for, and that ultimately came down to benefits. She ended up going with UMASS Boston. It was a school a lot of her friends attended, so she sort of knew the campus, it was easy enough to get to by train, and the benefits were great.
After getting the first semester under her belt, Abby was feeling confident in what she was doing. She was truly helping students. Sheâd even be able to go for her PhD for free after she had six months under her belt. With winter break underway, Abby was getting caught up on some self-care, which meant going in for her annual cleaning.
âHello, this is MidCity General Denstistry, may I please speak with Abigail Simmons?â
âThis is she.â
âHi, Abigail, this is a call to remind you of your appointment this week.â
âRight, Wednesday at 3PM?â
âCorrect, and I have to inform you that your usual dentist, Dr. Morgan, has recently retired.â
âOhâŠI mean good for her, I just liked her a lot.â Abby chuckles.
âDonât worry, our new doctor, Dr. Styles, is amazing and everyoneâs really like him so far. Heâs taking over all of Dr. Morganâs patients.â
âOkay, that should be fine. See you Wednesday!â Abby hangs up the phone and puts an extra reminder on her phone so she wouldnât forget.
On Wednesday, she checked in and was brought into the back by a nurse, Marie. She was the dental assistant that would be doing her cleaning, nothing out of the ordinary. Although, Abby was starting to get aggravated because Marie kept sticking the pick into the same tooth in the back of her mouth. She hears Marie sigh.
âAbby, it seems like you may have a cavity. Dr. Styles will be able to confirm it. Let me polish you up, and then Iâll go get him.â
Before Abby has a chance to respond, Marie was already polishing her teeth. She was left to lay back in the chair while Marie went to get Dr. Styles.
âHello, Miss Simmons.â Abbyâs eyes widen when she hears his voice. He sits on a stool and wheels over next to her. âIâm Dr. Styles, nice to meet you.â He extends his hand to her and she takes it. âMind if I take a quick peak at everything else before I inspect this possible cavity?â
âN-no, go ahead.â
âThank you, open wide for me.â
She does so, and he sticks his gloved fingers into her mouth, feeling around her gums, and making sure everythingâs alright. Next he grabs the tools and does a quick inspection of her overall mouth before poking at the tooth that Marie said was the problem. Abby notices how he hum along to the music playing on the radio. It was almost soothing.
âOkay, Iâm gonna hit the button so you can sit up.â He says to her. Marie moves the light, and Abby takes the sunglasses she was given off. Her eyes widen again when she gets a good look at him.
Abby had come into contact with a lot of people in her life since the time she was twenty. It would be odd to remember someone that helped with her oral surgery, but too much was adding up. A man with a British accent, the same green eyes, and he was in the dental profession. She was finally going to get a chance to thank him.
âYou have a cavity.â He sighs.
âIâve never had one in my life.â She shakes her head.
âHappens to the best of us.â Dr. Styles chuckles. âAre you eating a lot of sweets?â
âUm, well, Iâm a counselor at UMASS Boston, and I tend to suck on jolly ranchers when Iâm meeting with students. Helps remind me to just sit and listen and not interrupt.â
âAh, thatâs a pretty good trick. Maybe try sugar free gum?â
âNo, gum gives me a headache.â She shakes her head. âI prefer to suck than to chew.â
âRight.â He swallows. âMaybe try sucking on some mints then?â
âSure, I can try that.â She smiles at him.
âGood girl.â He smiles back at her. That just sealed the deal it was definitely him. âMarie here will help you set up an appointment so I can take care of this for you.â
âYouâll be doing the procedure?â
âMhm, youâre stuck with me nowâŠunless you want to switch to another doctor, which I hope you donât. Hope youâre not missing Dr. Morgan too much.â
âNot as much as I thought, thatâs for sure. UmâŠthis may be a weird question, but did you happen to be a student at Tufts Medical Center?â
âI was! Itâs where I went after I got my bachelorâs. I can perform oral surgery, but I much prefer doing stuff like this. Can fill a cavity in my sleep. How did you know I went there?â
âIâŠthis is going to sound so weird, but, like, six years ago youâŠheld my hand when I got my wisdom teeth out.â Harryâs eyes widen at that. âNormally I wouldnât remember someone so well, butâŠitâs not every day I have a British doctor.â
âOh, wow, you remember me doing that?â
âYeah, and we left before I ever got a chance to say thank you for keeping me so calm. SoâŠthanks.â She blushes.
âI wishâŠI wish I remembered that. They often had me as the hand holder. How nice for our paths to cross again, huh? Promise to be just as good a dentist as I was at holding your hand.â
âThatâs all I could hope for.â She smirks, and it makes him chuckle. âRight, well, Marie, please help Miss Simmons set up her appointment with me so we can get this cavity filled.â
âSure thing, Dr. Styles.â Marie says as she makes a few clicks on the computer.
Just like that he was gone. He had grown into quite the handsome man since she last saw him. Not that he wasnât before, but he looked more adult now. She wondered how much older he was than her. More importantly, she wondered if he was single.
//
It was about a week later when Abby came in to have her cavity taken care of. Marie was the dental assistant again which brought Abby some comfort. Marie gets her prepped in the chair as they wait for Harry to come into the private room.
âAlright, good morning, Miss Simmons.â He says brightly.
âYou can just call me Abby if you wantâŠâ She says shyly.
âOkay, Abby, it is. Letâs fill this cavity, yeah?â He sits on the stool and wheels over to her. âGotta give you a spot of nova cane, but before I do that we have to numb the area a bit, so this little thing that looks like a lollypop is gonna go in.â Abby nods. âOpen up for me.â She does so. âGood girl, thank you.â He places the numbing stick inside her mouth and she scrunches her face. âI know, it doesnât taste very good, sorry.â He stands back up. âIâll be back in about five minutes.â Â
True to his word, Harry comes back five minutes later, and takes the numbing stick out of Abbyâs mouth. Next he has her open up so he can administer the nova cane. He tells her she might feel a slight pinch, and she accidentally grabs onto his thigh.
âS-sorry.â Abby says as she takes her hand off him. âI may not be afraid of the dentist, but I really donât like needles.â
Harry and Marie share a glance, and then Harry looks at Abby.
âMarie, would you mind handling the nova cane so I can hold Abbyâs hand?â
âSure thing, Dr. Styles.â
Harry hands the needle to Marie, and then Harry grabs onto Abbyâs hand. He smiles softly at her, and sheâs able to focus on him and not the needle going into her gums. Marie says itâs all set, so Harry gets back into position with the drill.
âIf it hurts, just let me know and we can numb you a bit more.â Harry says to her. âItâll be over before you know it.â
Abby pinches her eyes closed the second the drill comes into contact with her tooth. Thank god Harry was wearing a mask because he couldnât help but smile at how cute she looked. Luckily, Abby didnât suffer too much. The procedure didnât take too long, and she was sitting upright before she knew it.
âYou did great.â Harry smiles at her. âSo, that side of your mouth will be numb for a bit. Give it a few hours before you eat anything, avoid hot foods.â Abby just nods her head along, too embarrassed to speak because she knew she would sound stupid. âHave you made your appointment for your next cleaning?â She nods again. âGreat, Marie, Iâm just gonna go over another few things with Abby, feel free to go on your break.â
âOh, alright. See you in six months, Abby.â Marie smiles, and leaves the room as Abby waves to her.
âI actually already went over everything with you. IâŠuhâŠjust wanted her to step out.â Abbyâs eyes widen at that. âI was actually wondering, um, if youâd like to go out for coffee sometimeâŠyou know, when you can have hot liquids again.â He blushes and so does she. She nods yes at him quickly. âYou do? Great, um, can I have your number then?â Abby frantically reaches for the phone in her pocket, unlocks it, and then hands it to Harry so he can add his contact. âIâll call you in a couple of days so we can set something up, yeah?â
She smiles and nods as she takes her phone back. Her heart was fluttering. She felt like she was in a dream or something. Coffee couldnât come soon enough.
//
Harry called Abby a couple of days later, just like he said he would, and they agreed upon what coffee shop they should meet up at on Saturday. Her mouth was feeling much better, and she was really excited to see him. She was still in shock that he asked her out in the first place. She thought sheâd have to wait another six months to see him again.
He got to the coffee shop first, and decided to wait outside for her. He smiles when he sees her and they step inside.
âItâs on me.â He says. âGet whatever you like.â
âOh! Thatâs so nice of you.â Abby blushes. âThanks.â They each order and grab a table to sit at. It was too cold outside to go for a walk.
âI just want to preface by saying Iâve never asked out a patient before.â Harry says to her.
âSoâŠwhy ask me out then?â
âI just found it really endearing that you remembered me, and all you wanted to do was say thank you to me for doing something so simple.â
âHarry, I had just turned twenty, I was practically still a kid. I had never gone under or had a surgery before, I was petrified. My dad was just as nervous, you were the only thing that calmed me down.â
âSo, that would make you roughly twenty-six now?â
âYes it would.â She smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee. âHow old are you?â
âIâll be thirty-two next month.â It was an age difference both of them might have been against those years ago, but not now. They were both well into adulthood, had their careers, and had some life experience under their belts. âItâs killing me that I donât remember you.â
âItâs really okay. Youâve probably seen so many patients. Iâm sure years down the line I wonât remember every student Iâve met with.â
âRight, you said youâre a counselor atâŠ?â
âUMASS Boston.â
âAnd how do you like doing that?â
âI love it, honestly. I feel so bad for these kids, they have so much on their plates, under all this pressure. Itâs really brave of them to come ask for help, so I like giving them a safe space. Some meetings are more serious than others, so itâs never boring. I feel like Iâm doing something worthwhile.â
âThatâs amazing. Feel like I do better talking to people in small spurts, thatâs whatâs so great about being a dentist. People canât strike up small talk when youâve got your fingers in their mouth.â He laughs and so does Abby.
âHow long have you been at MidCity for?â
âLikeâŠsix months, I think. I like it a lot, everyoneâs really nice. Marieâs my favorite assistant, though, sometimes her kids come in and theyâre really cute, and her wife bakes the best brownies.â
âSheâs usually the one to do my cleanings, I like her a lot too.â
âCan I ask why you chose jolly ranchers to suck on? I mean, how many students are you meeting with? You must go through a ton.â
âI do.â She blushes in embarrassment. âI got them when they were on sale after HalloweenâŠIâm definitely going to try the mints like you said.â
âGood, Iâm glad.â He smiles as he takes a bite of his bagel.
âSo, how does a doctor such as yourself not already have a girlfriend?â
âGetting right to it, huh?â He smirks and she nods. âMedical school takes up a lot of time, and then when I first started as an intern, I was constantly overworked. I was doing surgeries left and right, I was too exhausted to try and make anything serious work. Then I decided Iâd rather be working at a practice. I still do a lot of teeth pulling, but not as much as I was. And now that things have slowed down a bit, I just havenât met someone Iâve wanted to be serious with.â He shrugs. âWhat about you?â
âSame thing, sort of.â She giggles. âGrad school was a lot, and then interning was a lot. Now Iâm just really settling into my job. I survived the first semester, now I feel like a pro.â
âThatâs a good feeling to have. Is your commute long?â
âNot really, I just take the green line to the red and Iâm there. Obviously the trains can be unpredictable, but it beats having to pay for a car and car insurance. What about you? Are you in the city, or out in the suburbs.â
âOh, Iâm in the city. I drive to work, though, Iâve got my own parking spot at the back of the building.â
âWell, we canât all be so special.â She smirks.
âNo, I suppose not.â He smirks back at her. âHowâs your tooth feel, by the way?â
âOh, itâs fine, thanks. Youâre really good at your job. It was nice of you to hold my hand when Marie did the nova cane.â
âI felt so bad that you were scared.â He reaches across the table and places his hand over hers. âWhen you grabbed onto me I knew I had to do something.â
âGod that was embarrassing. I would have felt so violated if someone did that to me.â
âItâs not like you grabbed my dick, Abby, itâs alright.â He gives her hand a squeeze.
âRight.â She lets out a nervous laugh. âSo, do you work a standard Monday through Friday at MidCity, or how does all of that work?â
âYup, pretty much.â He takes his hand away from hers. âI mean obviously if thereâs an emergency we have to cancel appointments, but for the most part we leave spots open for surgeries so people are able to book those easy enough. I usually pop by the cleanings in between cavity fillings and other stuff.â
âWhat made you want to become a dentist?â
âWell, I knew I wanted to work in the medical field, but selfishly I didnât want the long hours at hospitals. I donât have to be on call, like, I donât have to worry about emergencies in the middle of the night. Not often, anyways.â
âI feel like I would get grossed out looking at teeth all day.â Abby chuckles.
âItâs not as bad as you think. I try to separate the teeth from the person. Like, I was able to give all new teeth to this recovering meth addict. She had this incredible story, and I knew I had to help. She had been sober for five years, but no one would hire her because of her teeth. Now sheâs working a corporate job doing great.â
âOh, wow, thatâs amazing.â
âYou must have some great stories with your students.â
âYeah, Iâve really bonded with a few of them. Sometimes they just need someone on their side, you know? A lot of them are first in their family to go to school, so theyâre doing a lot on their own.â
âThatâs a lot of pressure.â
âYou have no idea.â
âWell, itâs good they have a nice person like you to help them.â Harry smiles warmly at her and she smiles back. âWould you, um, would you be interested in going out for dinner some time?â
âIâŠyeah, Iâd love to.â She blinks a couple of times. âIâm free most nights right now because weâre on winter break.â
âYou donât have to go into your office at all?â
âI just answer emails from home.â Abby shrugs.
âSweet deal.â Harry grins. âSo, how would Thursday night work for you?â
âThursday works great.â She smiles.
They both throw out all of their trash and step out of the coffee shop. They share a gentle hug, and go their separate ways. Harry said heâd call in a couple of days to let her know where heâd be taking her, and she was beyond excited.
//
Friday night, Harry picked Abby up in front of her building. When he saw her, he got out of the car to open the door for her and she giggled.
âThatâs a nice coat.â He says to her.
âThanks, I got it on sale at L.L. Bean back in August. Keeps me nice and warm.â
âOh, I love shopping there! Once in a while Iâll take the drive up to New Hampshire to go to the actual store to get the really good stuff. The boots I got from there for the winter will last a life time.â
âYeah, itâs just good quality stuff. I usually get a decent coupon in the mail or online.â She chews her bottom lip. Clearly Harry had a little more money than she did. âWhere are we eating?â
âYouâll love it, itâs this nice Italian place at the North End. I remember you said Italian was something you liked when we spoke on the phone.â
Abby smiles at him and he looks at her briefly to smile back. He finds a place to park, somehow, and they walk towards the restaurants. She hadnât been to the North End in a while since most of the places were expensive. Harry puts his hand on the small of her back as they walk in, and he tells the hostess he has a reservation. She leads them over to a table for two and he pulls out the chair for her.
âSo, howâs your week been?â Abby asks him.
âPretty good, fit this one person with a new tooth, did a couple of crowns. Same old, same old.â He shrugs. âHow about you?â
âGood, I did some virtual sessions with some students who are having shitty winter breaks. I went into the office for a team retreat, and then I updated some spread sheets.â She chuckles.
âThatâs nice of you to do virtual appointments.â
âItâs all part of the job.â
âGood evening, folks.â A waiter comes over with water and a basket of rolls. âIâm Parker, can I start you off with any drinks or appetizers?â
âAbby, would you care to get a bottle of white for the table?â Harry asks her.
âOh, sure, thatâs be great. Would Pinot Grigio be alright?â
âItâs perfect. A bottle of Piniot Grigio, please.â He looks down at the menu and furrows his brows at the appetizers. âCalamari?â He asks her and she nods. âCalamari, Parker.â
âSounds great, Iâll be back in a moment with the wine and to take your dinner orders.â
âThe calamari here is excellent, itâs lightly fried in peanut oil so it doesnât feel heavy.â
âWhat do you recommend for an entrĂ©e?â
âEverythingâs good. What are you in the mood for?â
Abby looks down at the menu and her eyebrows raise at the prices.
âMaybe just one of these pasta dishes.â
âDonât do that.â
âWhat?â
âDonât get the cheapest thing on the menu. Get whatever you like, itâs my treat.â
âHarry, this is gonna be really expensive.â
âI wouldnât have brought you here if I couldnât afford it, please donât worry about it.â
âO-okay, thenâŠmaybe the steak tips with the pan seared peppers.â
âIf thatâs what you want then you should have it.â Harry smiles. Parker comes over with the bottle of wine, and pours the first two glasses for them. âIâm really glad we could do this tonight.â He grins. âIâŠfound something when I was going through some old things the other day.â
âOh?â She raises an eyebrow as she sips on her drink.
âIt was killing me that I couldnât remember you, but then it hit me.â He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a card. âIâve never been so thankful to be a packrat in my life.â He opens it and smiles. âDear Harry, I never got a chance to say thank you when you held my hand before my surgery. I figured Iâd drop this off when I came in to have my stitches removed. I hope this finds its way to you. Youâre going to be a great doctor someday. Sincerely, Abby Simmons.â He smiles at her as he places the card back in his back pocket.
âYouâŠyou kept that?â
âIt wasnât often I got cards like that, so I kept it, and once in a while when I needed a pick me up Iâd read it. As soon as I re-read it the other day I completely remembered you. I even remembered telling your dad to go sit in the other waiting room.â
âOh my god.â Abby chuckles. âThat was the greatest thing I had ever seen. Think that solidified the crush I had on you.â
âTelling your dad to basically leave you alone?â
âYeah.â She smirks. âSuper hot to see you be so sure of yourself and confident. Plus, he was really pissing me off, talking over me and answering for me.â
âWow, so I guess Iâm the one that away, huh?â He smirks.
âYou certainly were. Although, I hadnât thought about you in quite some time. Itâs crazy that you ended up becoming my dentist.â
âVery crazy.â Parker comes over with the calamari and tells the two heâs going to put their orders in now. Harry watches as she sticks her fork into a piece and takes a bite. âYouâre really cute, you know that?â
âIâll take your word for it.â She smiles. âThis is really good.â
âIâm glad you like it.â
The rest of the date goes really well. Abby and Harry continued to joke around and flirt. It wasnât until the check came that she felt a little uncomfortable.
âHow much is it?â She asks him nervously.
âWouldnât you like to know?â He smirks and slides his card into the slot, letting Parker take it. âWould you like to walk around for a bit, maybe get some dessert by the water?â
âThat sounds great, but only if I can pay for dessert.â
âDeal.â He smiles.
Harry holds Abbyâs hand as they walk through the little park by the water. Even though it was cold out, it was still a beautiful night. They duck into a gelato place for a little dessert. They decide to split something, which ends up being insanely romantic when Harry lifts his spoon to her lips. She makes a show of it as she takes a bite, licking her lips after and everything. He holds her hand during the drive, and lets her pick the radio station. He gets out and walks her up to the door once they get to her building.
âI had a lot of fun with you tonight.â She says to him.
âMe too.â He steps closer to her. âDo you see a third date in our future?â
âDefinitely.â She nods. âDo you like bowling?â
âLove bowling. Are you, um, free Saturday night?â
âI can be.â She smiles. âPick me up around seven?â
âItâs a date.â He smiles. The two stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if they should kiss or not, so instead Harry opens his arms for hug, and she wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses his cheek, and then he kisses hers. âIâll see you Saturday, Abby.â
âSee you Saturday, Harry.â
//
Harry was on cloud nine the next day at work. He couldnât stop thinking about Abby, her smile, her laugh, the little beauty mark she has under right eye. He thought she was gorgeous, charming, and kind. Normally heâd never get involved with a patient, but he couldnât help it with her. He thought it was so sweet that she remembered him after all this time, and he felt so relieved that he remembered her.
âYouâve had this dreamy look on your face all week, whatâs with you?â Marie asks Harry while theyâre eating lunch.
âIâŠsort of met someone, and weâve been out a couple timesâŠsheâs great.â
âThatâs great! Anyone I know?â
âUmâŠwell, you know Abigail SimmonsâŠâ
âOf course I know Abby! Oh my god, is that why you asked me to step out of the room when you filled her cavity?!â
âI didnât wanna ask her out in front of you.â
âHarry, since when do you date patients?â She whispers.
âNormally I wouldnât, but it turns out I met her a long time ago. When I was a student at Tufts I assisted in removing her wisdom teeth.â
âOh, wow, thatâs incredible.â Marie blinks. âWhen are you seeing her again?â
âTomorrow night. Weâre going bowling, how fun is that?â
âShould be really fun.â Marie grins. âLook at you, putting yourself out there. Now Leigh and I can stop trying to set you up.â
âIâm excited about her. Sheâs got such a cool job too. I canât wait to keep getting to know her.â
//
Since they were going bowling, they could easily just take the train, so Harry takes a cab to Abbyâs building Saturday evening. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a sweater under his jacket. She comes down the stairs in her long coat, and a Patriots hat on top of her head.
âHey.â He smiles at her, taking her in for a hug. âHow are you?â
âGood.â She smiles up at him. âHow are you?â
âGood, great, actually.â He takes her hand and they walk towards the nearest t-stop. They both swipe their Charlie Cards and hop onto the next train. Â
âI hope youâre okay with candle pinsâŠIâm not good with the big balls.â Abby says to him as they hang onto the same pole of the crowded train.
âI love candle pinning.â He chuckles. âNo worries.â
They get to the bowling alley, are given a lane, and get their shoes. Abby takes her hat off and fixes her hair, and then unzips her jacket. She had a pair of jeans on with a red turtleneck. Abby was a short, curvy thing, and Harry absolutely loved it. When Abby first met Harry back when she was twenty, she was a tiny size two, but now she was a comfortable size eight and was fully embracing it. She was healthy, and that was all that mattered.
âDo you want anything to drink? I could get us a pitcher of beer.â Harry says to her as they settle into their lane. âI could get us some pizza too.â
âThat sounds great, thanks.â She smiles as she slips her shoes on.
âBe back in a tick.â Harry goes over to the snack bar and gets two slices of pizza and a pitcher of beer. âHere we are.â Harry fills two of the plastic cups up with the beer, and hands one to Abby. âShall we?â
âMhm, I already set up the score sheets.â She shows him the large sheet of paper. âNot that I care that much about the scoreâŠitâs just fun to keep track.â
Abby bowls first, knocking most of the pins down, and then gets the rest on her second throw. Harry couldnât help but smile as he watched her to do a little jog and hop as she threw the ball down the lane. He goes up next and immediately gets a strike.
âWoohoo! Go, Harry!â Abby says as she takes a sip of her beer. âI donât think Iâve ever gotten a strike before.â
âI could show you how if you want.â
âIsnât it just luck?â
âNope, itâs all physics.â
âAndâŠyouâre good with physics?â
âHad to take it during pre-med, I even tutored for it. Come on, Iâll show you.â Abby gets up and grabs one of the balls. Harry goes behind her, and puts his hand on one of her shoulders, moving her hair so he can speak closer to her ear. âOkay, so what youâre gonna want to do is walk a little closer to the line, swing the ball back, and let it fly.â
Abby turns slightly to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She nods at him, and does exactly what he said to do, and she gets the strike.
âOh my god!â She squeals and throws her arms around him. âI canât believe that worked! Youâre amazing!â She kisses his cheek.
âYou did great! Nice to know youâre good at following directions.â He winks at her and grabs his next ball.
After three rounds of bowling, and two pitchers of beer, they both head out. They take the train back to the stop nearest to Abbyâs apartment, and Harry walks her home.
âI had so much fun tonight, Harry.â
âMe too, Iâm glad you suggested bowling.â They both stop in front of her steps. âCan I see you again next weekend?â
âIâd like that.â
âMaybe if itâs not too cold we could go ice skating at Frog Pond.â
âOh, Iâd love to do that! I have my own skates and everything.â
âPerfect.â He smiles and steps closer to her. She looks up at him with her big brown eyes. He didnât think brown eyes as beautiful as hers existed. âAbby, can I kiss you?â He asks softly.
âYes.â She nods and smiles up at him.
He cups her cheek and leans down to her. His lips press to hers, and he uses is other hand to cup her other cheek. Itâs soft and gentle at first, it grows a little needier as she presses her body to his, but she stops him from walking up the stairs. She pulls away first and blushes.
âUm, well, goodnight.â She says to him.
âYeah, goodnight.â He rubs the back of his neck. He was sorting of hoping sheâd invite him up. It was the third date, after all. Maybe she was a fifth date kind of girl, which he had to respect. âIâll call you at some point during the week. Iâve got a few different surgeries, though, so if you donât hear from me a lot thatâs why.â
âNo worries.â She shrugs. âIâm getting ready for the students to return, and I have some meetings to go to, some seminars, so Iâll be busy myself. Wanna just plan for next Saturday?â
âSounds good to me.â He leans again to kiss her again, and she happily kisses him back.
âOkay, goodnight for real.â She giggles and walks up her steps. She waves goodbye as she goes into her building and he sighs.
Abby sighs happily as she gets into her apartment and squeals. She immediately texts her best friend everything about her date with Harry. She was so excited about him, and couldnât believe he was actually interested in her.
//
They texted here and there during the week. Abby got a little brave and sent him a mirror selfie of her dressed up for work, and he sent one back of himself in his scrubs ready to go in for surgery. Her jaw nearly dropped when she saw him. She had seen him in scrubs before, but it was ages ago. He filled them out so differently now. Plus, the thought of him being a doctor just did things to her insides that she couldnât even describe. He thought she looked gorgeous in her pin striped slacks and blouse. He couldnât but think about how lucky each student was that got to sit and talk with her.
Harry was exhausted by the end of the week. He must have extracted over a dozen teeth, filled a stupid amount of cavities, and put on ten different crowns. He couldnât wait to see Abby Saturday. He asked her to go to the pond a little earlier in the evening so they could get dinner afterwards. The decided to just meet at the pond. She was easy enough to spot now that he knew what her long coat and Patriots hat looked like.
âHarry.â She smiles when she turns to see him. They hug and share a quick peck on the lips. âDid you catch up on some sleep?â
âI did.â He sighs as they find a bench to sit down on to put on their skates. âBeen looking forward to seeing you all week. Howâd your seminar go?â
âOh, it was great! It ended up being more of a training, I have a new certification too.â
âThatâs amazing, good for you. Iâm constantly going to lectures and stuff to stay up to date. Iâve published a couple of things too to some medical journals.â
âThatâs so cool! Once Iâve been at UMASS for six months I can start taking classes for free. Iâm gonns go for my doctorate, so hopefully I can start publishing some work too.â They both stand up and make their way into the rink. Abby puts her hand out for Harryâs and he takes it as they start to glide on the ice.
âThatâs great that they have a program like that for you.â
âI know! I was super happy when I saw that in the benefits package.â
They skate around the rink a few times, enjoying the music that was playing. Harry guides them over to the side for a little break. He presses her against it, his hands going onto the railing, caging her in. She looks up at him, and he leans in to kiss her. She tugs on his coat to pull him closer, and the kiss deepens slightly. Abby really liked kissing Harry. He always tasted like mint, probably because he was constantly chewing gum, and his lips were insanely soft. She starts smiling and so does he, and he presses his forehead to hers.
âDo you feel like going to eat now?â He says to her.
âYeah.â She nods.
They end up going to a Mexican restaurant not too far from the pond. They each get margaritas and laugh a lot. Harry talks about what itâs like to extract teeth during a surgery, and Abby asks if people ever want to see their teeth afterwards. He asks Abby how she copes when she has to deal with a heavier situation at work, and she says her little Shih Tzu, Marvin, helps make her day a lot better.
âThatâs nice your apartment allows pets.â He says to her.
âYeah, heâs only, like, nine pounds, if that. Heâs so cute, do you wanna see a picture?â
âOf course!â Abby pulls out her phone to show Harry a few pictures of Marvin, and even a selfie she took with him. âHeâs so cute, and so are you.â
âThanks.â She giggles.
âHe looks like a little stuffed animal.â
âHe really does.â
âWhy a Shih Tzu?â
âTheyâre really smart. Theyâre tough to train because theyâre so stubborn, but once they get a little older they start to listen, and theyâre pretty self-sufficient alone during the day. Although, sometimes I sneak him into the office.â
âHow old is he?â
âAbout two. Do you have any pets?â
âNah, Iâm not home enough to take care of anything else. But I love dogs, I think theyâre great.â
âWell, maybe at some point you can meet little Marv.â
âIâd like that.â
They square up the tab and Harry walks Abby home once again. They kiss for a while outside her front door. He desperately wanted to feel her tongue on his, but she wouldnât open her mouth up. His hands squeeze at her hips, and she tugs on his jacket like she had done earlier.
âWell, I better get up inside.â She says against his lips and he hums his response as he continues to kiss her. She giggles into him. âHarry.â She smiles and steps back from him.
âSorry, I just really like kissing you.â
âI like kissing you too.â
âWhen can I see you again?â
She takes her phone out to check her calendar.
âAre you free on Friday?â She asks as she furrows her brows at her screen.
âI think so. We could go to dinner, if you like. Thereâs this really great Chinese place in China Town that I love going to if youâre interested.â
âThat sounds great, Harry.â She smiles. âIâm looking forward to it.â
âMaybeâŠum, maybe we could meet up for lunch, or something at some point during the week.â
âDo you have time for something like that?â
âIâm sure I do. I can look at my calendar and let you know which day works best.â
âOkay.â She nods. âIâd love to meet up for lunch.â
âGreat.â He leans in to kiss her again. âHope you and Marvin have a good night.â
âOh, we will. Heâs probably antsy for me to get up there and give him all the cuddles I can. Text me when you know which day works for lunch.â She smiles and heads inside.
Harry couldnât believe a little dog was going to be getting all of her cuddles tonight and not him. She was slowly killing him. He respected that she might want to take things slow, but to still not invite him up? He sighs and orders an uber back to his condo, hoping heâll be able to fall asleep easily, and not stay up thinking about the girl who was slowly creeping her way into his heart.
//
Abby was able to meet up with Harry on Tuesday, but only for a quick walk, which she thought would be a great opportunity for Harry to meet Marvin. She gets his sweater and harness on, leashes him up, and out the door she goes. Harry was standing outside her building, in his scrubs, and a jacket, with two hot chocolates.
âThank you.â She smiles and takes the warm drink from him. âHarry, this is Marvin.â
âAw.â He pouts, and squats down to put his hand in front of Marvinâs nose before he pets him. âNice to meet you little guy.â He looks up at Abby. âHeâs even cuter in person.â
âRight? Iâm really excited we could get out for a little bit today. He loves when I can take him for a good walk.â Harry stands back up straight and they all start walking. âWere you in surgery today?â
âYeah, early this morning, and Iâve got another one later this afternoon. Didnât make much sense for me to put my other clothes back on.â
âYou look cute in your scrubs.â Abby says, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Harry nudges her and he looks down at Marvin.
âHeâs pretty quiet, huh?â
âHe was yappy when I first got him, but heâs calmed down a lot. First summer I had him I spent a lot of time training him. Pretty much taught him not to bark unless someoneâs trying to break in.â
âYou must be good with discipline then.â
âI try to be. Although, Iâm more of a fan of positive reinforcement.â They pull to the side as Marvin takes a tinkle near a fire hydrant. âGood boy, Marvin.â She says and gives him a kibble as a treat. âKibbles are great treats. Canât get fat off what he normally eats.â
âThatâs really smart. Have you, uh, been laying off the jolly ranchers?â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Dr. Styles, I didnât realize we were in your office.â
âAbbyâŠâ
âIâve been trying to, but I have a horrible sweet tooth. Theyâre the only candy I really eat. Whatâs the harm?â
âYour teeth rotting out?â
âOkay, good point. I mean, I havenât had nearly as many since Iâm not really meeting with students right now, and Iâve already gone out and bought a ton of mints for the next semester.â
âGood girl, thatâs what I like to hear.â
âWhat do you say to your male patients?â
âPardon?â
âItâs justâŠyou say good girl a lotâŠdo you do that with all your female patients, and if soâŠwhat do you say to your male patients? Also, Iâm an adult woman. Do you say good girl to all adult women?â
âAbby.â Harry chuckles. âI think Iâve only ever said that to you.â
âOh, fuck off, I bet you say it all the time.â
âI really donât.â
âThen why me?â
âYouâre cute, and I tend to be a flirt sometimes.â
âYou consider calling me a good girl flirting?â She stops short and he turns to look at her.
âI do.â He nods, a smirk growing on his lips. âDo you want me to stop saying it to you?â
âN-no.â
âAlright then.â He grins and they continue walking until they get to Marvinâs turn around spot, and make their way back to Abbyâs building. âIâm glad we got to meet up for a bit. Still on for Friday night?â
âDefinitely.â She goes up on her tip toes to kiss him goodbye and inside she goes. Harry left her with butterflies in her stomach.
//
Harry was really hoping tonight would be the night something more happens between him and Abby. He just wanted to feel her body on his. He drives to her place around seven Friday night, and he waits outside the car for her.
âHello, beautiful.â He says to her as she steps outside.
âHey.â She smiles and kisses him. He opens the door for her and he jogs around the other side to get back in. He takes her hand in his as she drives towards China Town. âHow was your day?â
âGood, really busy, but good. I tend to get a lot of kids on Fridays since itâs an easy day for them to miss school.â
âI bet the little kids love you.â
âThey do, I like being goofy with them.â They get to the restaurant, and are seated. âDo you want to share a few things?â
âSure, that sounds good.â She smiles. âI hardly ever come out here, howâd you find this place?â
âWhen I was at Tufts I used to come to China Town all the time since itâs close by. I got sick of eating at all of the same places, so I decided to come around here and branch out. This is obviously nicer, but I like it a lot.â They decide which dishes they want to share, and tell the waitress when she comes over. They both also order a couple of drinks. âThe semesterâs starting soon, right?â
âYeah, on Monday, actually.â
âOh, wow! Do you feel ready?â
âFor the most part.â She nods. âThe first week is usually quiet, and then I start to get booked out. Thatâs how it was last semester, anyways. I already have some of my regulars from last semester on my calendar for next week.â
âI bet theyâre excited to see you, I know I would be.â He places his hand over hers and gives it a squeeze. âAbby, um, after dinnerâŠI was wondering if youâd like to come back to my place for a bit.â
âOh, thatâs so sweet of you to offer, but I donât want to leave Marvin for that long.â She takes a sip of her drink. âAnother time, though.â She smiles and he nods at that.
A food runner brings their dishes over, and luckily nothing feels awkward, but Harry was sort of hoping that sheâd offer to have him over after dinner instead. They both enjoy the food, and share a few laughs before heading back to Harryâs car. When he pulls up to her place they both linger for a moment.
âThanks again for dinner, Harry, I had a great time.â
âMe too.â He looks at her. âCan I ask you something?â She nods yes at him. âAre you, uh, seeing anyone else? Itâs okay if you are, we never said this was exclusive, I guess Iâd just like to know.â
âNo, Iâm not seeing anyone else. I would have told you if I was dating around. Are you seeing anyone else?â
âNo.â
âOkay.â She smiles. âGood to know.â She leans across the console to kiss him, and he kisses her back. He turns his body more so he can cup her jaw. âAre you busy tomorrow?â
âIâŠI donât think so, I mean, just usual weekend errand type stuff. Might be grabbing drinks with some friends in the evening, why?â
âI was just thinking maybe, um, you could come over for dinner, but if youâre busy-â
âI can cancel. I can get drinks with them any time.â
âDonât be silly.â She smiles. âWe can do it another night. Weâll figure it out. I better get upstairs.â She pecks his lips. âGoodnight.â She gets out of the car, leaving him speechless. He wanted to rip his hair out at this point.
//
âHarry, how things going with that girl youâve been seeing?â Greg asks him as they sit in a booth at the bar.
âYeah, you still like her?â Lenny asks.
âThings are going well.â He nods. âBut I canât seem to figure her out. Weâve been out, like, six times and she still hasnât invited me up to her place. I invited her back to mind last night, and she said she didnât want to leave her dog alone for long.â
âHave you kissed?â Greg asks.
âYeah, weâve kissed plenty of times. We just havenât done anything else. I mean, we donât need to jump right into bed, but itâd be nice to do a little more.â
âI get what youâre saying, man.â Lenny says. âMaybe sheâs just nervous.â
âI didnât think I was giving her a reason to be.â Harry sighs. âShe invited me over tonight, but I stupidly told her I had plans with you lot.â
âWhat are you doing with us then?! Go pick up some dessert, and go get your girl!â Greg says.
âI canât just show up at her placeâŠIâll look like a stalker. What if sheâs not even home?â
âSo text her.â Lenny shrugs. âSee if sheâs around and ask if you can stop by. Tell her youâre at bar in the neighborhood.â
âBut Iâm not. Sheâll know Iâm lying.â
âDude, just text her and see if sheâs around.â Greg says.
Harry takes out his phone and types out a text. He hesitates before hitting send.
Harry: Hey, Abby! Are you home? Iâm finishing up with my friends a bit earlier than I thoughtâŠmaybe I could bring some dessert over?
Abby: Hey! Yeah, Iâm home, snuggled up with Marv. Iâd love it if you came by, especially if thereâs dessert involved lol
Harry: Great! I can be by in about 30 minutes
Abby: sounds good! See you soon
âAlright, Iâm gonna go up to the bar and get a lava cake to go. Thanks for being so cool about this guys.â
âNo worries, H.â Lenny says. âGood luck.â
Harry races to Abbyâs once heâs gotten the cake, and she buzzes him in. He knocks on her door, and she opens it for him.
âHey.â She smiles and steps aside. âCome on in.â
âThanks.â He pecks her cheek. âHope you like chocolate lava cake.â
âLove it.â She takes it from him. âSoâŠthis is it. Itâs just a studio.â She blushes. âBut the kitchen is its own area, which is nice.â
âItâs great.â He smiles at her. âYouâve definitely utilized the space.â
Thereâs a large monitor mounted on the wall, a desk underneath it with Abbyâs laptop, and an HDMI cord connecting both. Thereâs a small couch a few feet back, and then her bed is up against the opposite wall. Everything was neat and tidy.
âI use this wireless mouse as a remote, and I have a Fire Stick.â She says. Marvin comes trotting in from the kitchen. âMarv, you remember Harry. Iâm just gonna stick this in the kitchen. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.â She walks into the kitchen as Harry sits down on the couch. Marvin jumps up to sit in his lap.
âHey, little guy.â Harry pets his head and scratches behind his ears. Abby comes back out. She looks really cute tonight. She was wearing glasses, her hair tied to the side in a braid, leggings and an off the shoulder sweater. âHope Iâm not intruding on your cozy evening.â
âNot at all! Iâm really glad you texted, actually. Did you have fun with your friends?â
âI did, yeah.â
âAre they dentists too?â
âMhm, we lived together while we were in medical school. Lenny and Greg.â
âWhere do they both work?â
âAt other practices around the city. Gregâs actually an orthodontist. Theyâre both junior partners, though, Iâm the first of the three of us to become a senior partner at a practice. Guess that was the one good thing about Dr. Morgan leaving MidCity.â
âYouâre so successful.â She bites her bottom lip and looks down at Marvin in Harryâs lap. âLook at that, youâre here five minutes and he already liked you better than me.â She reaches and takes Marvin from Harry, snuggling him to her chest before putting him on the ground.
âI didnât know you wore glasses.â
âOh, I donât. Theyâre just blue light blockers.â She takes them off and sets them on the side table next to the couch. âThey help a lot when Iâm on the computer for a while.â
âAh.â He nods.
âWhatâs your place like?â
âIâve got a condo, uh, itâs a three bedroom, but I use one as a home office.â
âWow, good for you.â
âDonât get me wrong, I didnât always get to live so comfortably.â
âYouâve earned it, I bet you work really hard.â She smiles.
âIâm sure you work hard too.â
âTrue.â She nods. âBut Iâm paying off loans, and this is all I can really afford.â
âItâs a great place.â He assures her. âI wish the studio I had when I first started out was half as nice as this. I certainly didnât keep things as neat as you.â
âOh, I just rushed around to clean things up before you got here. It was a mess.â She laughs.
âIâm glad you were cool with me coming by.â He puts his hand over hers, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. âIâve been having a great time with you this last month.â
âMe too.â
âMy birthdayâs next weekend, andâŠum, a ton of us are getting together at this pubâŠIâd love it if you could come.â
âOh! Sure, would it be Saturday?â
âYeah.â
âIâm there, Iâd love to go. Thatâs so nice of you to invite me.â She leans in and kisses his cheek.
He looks at her, his eyes locking in on her lips. He leans in and presses his lips to hers. Her arms go around his neck to pull him closer, her fingers tangling with the curls on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around her, hands splaying on her back to have her chest pressed to his. He lightly sucks on her bottom lip, and she opens up wider for him. He nearly groans as he licks into her, finally. She tugs on his hair as her tongue molds to his. One of his hands slides down her back and around to the front of her stomach. He just about reaches the band of her leggings when she grabs his hand, and moves it to her hip. He gives a squeeze and she whimpers into him. He plants kisses along her jaw to her earlobe, nibbling on it gently until he kisses on her neck. He mouths at her skin before sucking on her and she gasps.
âDonât leave a mark.â She grunts, and she feels him nod against her skin. âH-Harry, is this the only reason you wanted to come see me tonight?â She blurts out and he stops to look at her.
âWhat? No.â He shakes his head. âI genuinely wanted to see you and split that cake. AndâŠI meanâŠyeah, Iâve been wanting to do a little bit of this.â He runs a hand through his hair. âI like you a lot, Abby, I canât help it.â
âI like you a lot too.â She gives him a soft smile. âWe can keep kissing.â
âAre you sure?â
âMhm.â She nods and brings her hand to the back of his neck to pull him back to her. This time she nibbles on his bottom lip and his hands go to her hips, squeezing and kneading. âMm, but I donât wanna go any further than thisâŠnot yet anyways. I hope thatâs alright.â
âOf course it is.â
âI justâŠsort of wanna see where this is going before something so serious happens between us.â
âI get it.â He smiles. âI know youâll be worth the wait.â
//
Harry: hope the first day of the semester has been treating you well!
Abby couldnât help but smile at her phone. She knew Harry was extremely busy at work, so the fact that he took a moment to text her meant so much. The only thing was he texted her during a staff meeting, and her colleague Maya noticed her goofy smile.
âAbby, how was your break?â Maya asks her after the meeting.
âIt was good! Um, I sort of started seeing someone.â
âShut up! Thatâs amazing, who is it, howâd you meet?â
âHis name is HarryâŠheâs, um, my dentist.â
âOh, my, a doctor?â
âYeah.â Abby nods. âWe actually met years ago when he was still a student, and he just so happened to take over for my other dentist who apparently retired. Itâs been a little over a month. Heâs super nice, and funnyâŠand heâs really fucking handsome.â She says the last part quietly.
âGood for you. Do you have a picture of him?â
âThereâs one on the practiceâs website. I havenât, like, taken a selfie with yet. Although, I wish I had when he took me ice skating.â She pulls up MidCityâs website on her phone and shows Maya.
âHoly shit! He is handsome.â
âItâs going really well too. Heâs met Marvin, and he invited me to his birthday party this weekend.â
âWow, so youâre gonna get to meet his friends already?â
âI guess so.â She smiles. âThe only thing isâŠdo I get him a gift? And if so, what do I get him? I feel like it should be casual because everythingâs so new still, but if itâs too casual he might think Iâm not as into him as I am.â
âShit, yeah, thatâs a tough one.â Maya steps further into Abbyâs office. The girls were close, so they were used to talking about personal things. âHave you slept with him yet? You could wear something for him to unwrap.â
âNo, we havenât.â Abby sighs. âIâm trying to take things slow with him because I really like him. Weâve made out a couple of timesâŠâ
âSoâŠis that a no?â
âI donât know, birthday sex as a gift? I feel like thatâs soâŠclichĂ© or something? Plus, I feel like heâll be expecting it. I want it to feel more special than that.â She bites her bottom lip in thought.
âOh! Have you been out to eat with him much?â
âYeah, a ton, why?â
âDid you notice him order any specific types of alcohol?â
âYeah! On our first real date he had this really nice bottle of white wine ordered to our table. It was delicious, and he loved it. I remember what it was, I could just get a bottle of that and a card, right?â
âI think thatâs a totally acceptable gift. Itâs sentimental, so it shows you put some thought into it, but also casual enough to show youâre not a psycho.â
âExactly.â
Abby: youâre so sweet! Itâs been a little busy with meetings and stuff, but other than that no fires to put out. Thanks so much for thinking of me, I hope youâre having a good day too! đ
//
Harry didnât want Abby to walk into the pub by herself, so he said heâd pick her up on his way. She insisted he didnât need to, but he insisted that he did. She had a black dress on with black tights and blue heels. She zips up her long coat and runs her fingers through her hair. Her phone buzzes with a text from Harry that heâs downstairs with the uber. She takes a deep breath, grabs her gift, and heads downstairs.
âHappy birthday.â She smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek.
âThanks, beautiful.â He opens the door for her and goes around to the other side. âIs that for me?â He points to the bag sheâs settled into her lap.
âMaybe.â She shrugs a shoulder.
âYou didnât have to get me anything.â He places his hand on her thigh.
âI said maybe, so this could easily not be for you. I guess youâll find out later.â She side eyes him and it makes him laugh.
âHow was your first week back to campus?â
âExhausting.â She sighs. âBut I caught up on sleep this morning. Everyone was excited to see Marvin.â She chuckles. âAnd it was good to see my friends and students.â
âThatâs good.â Harry smiles.
âWhat about you? How was your week?â
âBusy. I had four different surgeries, a ton of cavities, and a fuck ton of cleaning check ins. I think a lot of college kids were getting in their bi-annual visits before going back to school.â
âOhhh, yup, I bet thatâs what it was. Is there ever a time of year youâre super busy?â
âI would say summers I do a lot of wisdom teeth removals, so I get bogged down there. Everythingâs pretty consistent, though.â
âSo, whoâs going to be at this party?â
âMy friends Greg and Lenny, who are very excited to meet you.â Harry smiles and gives Abbyâs thigh a squeeze. âSome people from work, you know Marie, and Dr. Morganâs going to be there as well. Some other med school buddies will be there. Iâm only thirty-two itâs not really a big deal.â He shrugs.
âIâm excited to meet your friends too.â She smiles. âAnd itâll be good that Iâll know a couple of people so you wonât feel like you have to babysit me.â
âAw, babe, I wouldnât feel like that. I wouldnât leave your side if thatâs what you wanted, no worries.â
She nods and smiles nervously at him. He just called her âbabeâ and it filled her tummy with butterflies. The driver pulls up in front of the pub, and Harry gets out first so he can open Abbyâs door. She smiles at him as he puts his hand on the small of her back to lead her inside.
âThere he is!â Greg exclaims. âHappy birthday, H!â The two hug.
âThanks, mate, this is Abby. Abby, this is Greg.â
âItâs nice to meet you.â She says to him.
âSame to you, youâre even lovelier than Harry described.â
Abby giggles at that, and Harry leads her over to the coat room. It seems the whole pub had been rented out for his party. There was a small table for gifts, so she sets hers down.
âWow, you look amazing.â Harry says, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
âThanks.â She smiles and leans in to peck his lips. âWanna introduce me to some other people?â
âYeah, come on.â He takes her hand and leads her back to everyone.
Abby gets introduced to Lenny, and some of Harryâs other doctor friends. She then gives Dr. Morgan a big hug, and she says hello to Marie and her wife. Harry gets Abby a glass of wine, and much to her surprise, he keeps his arm hooked around her waist for most of the evening. He clearly wanted her close by. His friends were kind, not at all arrogant, which was a tad unexpected since there were a lot of people with deep pockets in the room. Maybe doctors werenât as snotty because they also had large student loan debts. They engaged her in conversation, asking about her work, and why the heck she wanted to spend her time with Harry, which made a lot of people laugh. Harry lit up when he was explaining how he and Abby actually met ears ago, and he talked about the card she had sent along to him, making her blush a bit. Everyone found the story to be quite endearing.
âAre you having a good time?â Harry asks Abby as they go up to the bar together.
âI am, your friends are great. Are you? Itâs your birthday.â
âIâm having a wonderful time, even more so since youâre here.â He kisses her cheek and hands her a new glass of wine.
A tray of cupcakes is brought out, and everyone sings happy birthday to Harry. He blows out a few candles and thanks everyone for coming. The cupcakes were delicious, clearly from a nice bakery. Harry notices Abby getting a little bit of frosting on the corner of her mouth, and before she can grab a napkin, heâs catching it with his thumb and sucking it into his mouth. Her eyes widen as he winks at her.
âTh-thank you.â She says, clearing her throat.
âDonât mention it.â He pecks her lips. âI was wondering somethingâŠâ
âWhat is it?â
âWould you like to come home with me tonight? I thought it would be nice to spend some time alone after being so social.â
âOh, um, yeah, Iâd like that.â She nods.
âWill Marvin be alright without you?â
âYeah, my, um, neighborâs kid is actually watching him tonight. Sheâs a great pet sitter. IâŠI told her I may not be coming home tonight, so sheâs fully prepared for a sleepover.â
Harryâs smile grows, and he kisses her again. After making the rounds to say goodbye to everyone, getting their coats, gathering all of the gifts, the two get into an uber to head to Harryâs condo. Thereâs a doorman that says hello to Harry and gives Abby a warm smile. She follows him through the lobby to the elevators. They step inside, and Harry hits a number on one of the higher floors. He leads her to his door, and he gets it open. She follows him into his living area, and they set his gifts down. He takes her coat for her, and hangs it up in his front closet.
âThis isâŠa really nice place.â She says as she looks around.
âIâll give you the full tour in a moment, Iâve been dying to open your gift all night.â
âOh.â She blushes. âItâs really nothing special.â
He gives her an unconvinced look, and grabs the bag he remembers her bringing. They both sit down on the coach, and she watches him reach inside.
âA card, classic.â He smirks and sets it aside. He reaches back inside and pulls out the bottle of wine. âThis is one of my favorites! How did you know?â
âI remember you ordering it when we went to that Italian place.â She smiles and he hugs her.
âMind if I open it, or have you had enough for the night?â
âIâd love some.â
âGreat! Just hang tight.â
Harry goes into the kitchen with the bottle. While sheâs waiting patiently on the couch, Abby hears music come on. She sees a Bluetooth speaker light up, he must have turned it on from his phone. He comes out with two glasses of wine, and hands her one as he sits back down.
âThank you.â She says as she takes a sip.
âNo, thank you. This was really nice of you. Youâve got a great memory.â He takes a sip and sets the glass down on a coaster on his coffee table. She does the same. âMy friends adored you, by the way. Iâve already got the texts to prove it.â
âIâm glad I made such a good first impression.â She inches closer to him.
He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear, and he leans in to kiss her. She wraps her arms around his neck, and opens her mouth for him. One of his hands falls to her thigh as the other one cups her cheek. Her fingers work their way into his hair, and he squeezes her hip.
âAbby.â He breathes, and moves to kiss on her neck, just under her earlobe.
She lets her heels fall off as she pushes him back farther on the couch. She moves to straddle one of his thighs, and she brings her lips back to his. His hands move up and down her back until they reach just above her bum. She grabs his hands and moves them down to her ass. He groans into her as he squeezes, loving how plump she is. She kisses along his jaw and to his neck, and she rolls her hips down onto his thigh. He raises it to help press into her. She whimpers into his neck, and he cups her cheeks so sheâll at him.
âDo you wanna take this to the bedroom?â He asks softly.
âI donât wanna go to sleep yet.â
âI didnât think you did.â He smirks.
âNo, I justâŠI mean, if we go in thereâŠthatâs all Iâll want to do.â
âSleep?â She nods her head yes. âOh.â
âHarry, Iâm sorry.â She sighs. âI know itâs your birthday, and you were probably hoping for someâŠstuff to go down between us, but I think we should wait a little longer. Is that okay?â
âAbby, I wasnât expecting us to do anything. I mean, if we had of course it would have been nice, but itâs okay.â He assures her. âIâm just happy you wanted to come back with me.â
She leans back in to kiss him, and they continue to grope each other as they kiss. Their tongues swirl around each other, and she continues to rock back and forth on his thigh. She lets him puts his hands on her breasts, and he kneads them through her dress. He moves her to lay down on the couch and he settles himself between her legs as he hovers over her. He kisses on the tops of her breasts that were now spilling out of her dress. He sucks and bites on the plushier areas, eliciting a moan from her.
âH-Harry, maybe we should cool it before you turn me into a leopard.â
He chuckles against her and pecks her lips before he sits up.
âWould you spend the night?â
âIâd love to.â
He helps her up off the couch and leads her to the bedroom. He flips the switch for the lights, and her eyes widen. His bedroom was neat, almost a little too neat. She raises a suspicious eyebrow at him.
âIâŠum, have a housekeeper.â He clears his throat. âLet me just grab a few things for you. Iâm assuming youâll want something to sleep in?â
âPlease.â She chuckles, watching him move to his dresser for a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
She follows him into his en suite as he opens the closet inside to look for a spare washcloth and toothbrush. He sets everything down on his double vanity and smiles at her.
âUse whatever you need, beautiful.â He kisses her cheek and steps out to give her some privacy.
Abby strips herself of her clothes, and then washes her face. She brushes her teeth, runs her fingers through her hair, and then puts on the clothes Harry set aside for her. They were so soft and smelled just like him. She sighs happily and makes her way back into his bedroom. He smiles at her and stands up from the bed.
âGet comfortable, Iâm just gonna do my thing.â He tells her and she nods. âThereâs a spare phone charger on that side of the bed if you need it.â He points to the right side and she smiles.
When heâs done in the bathroom he comes out in a pair of plaid bottoms, but heâs gotten rid of his shirt altogether. He was littered with tattoos which really surprised her. She thought he only had the one little cross on his hand.
âWhen did you get all of those?â She asks as he gets into bed with her.
âAll of what? Oh! My tattoos? Years and years ago, when I was a stupid teenager.â He chuckles. âHavenât added to the collection in a while.â He looks down at himself. âDo you, uh, not like tattoos?â
âNo! I think theyâre really cool.â She furrows her brows as she scans his chest. âTheyâre so interesting.â
âThanks.â He smirks.
âDid they hurt?â
âSome more than others. You sort of get used to it after a while. Iâm assuming you donât have any?â
âNo.â She shakes her head. âJust a few piercings.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â She tucks some hair behind her ear. âGot my cartilage, and three holes in each lobe.â
âNoticed those, I love the earrings you wear.â
âAndâŠâ She pulls the blankets back a bit and pulls the shirt sheâs wearing up slightly to reveal her belly button. âGot this done when I was twenty-two. I always wanted one and said fuck it.â
âItâs cute.â He smiles as he admire the jewel attached to her naval. âNow that had to have hurt.â He says as she puts her shirt back down.
âIt honestly wasnât as bad as I thought. It was just a little pinch, the guy took really good care of me. I was a little light headed after, and it was sore for a few days, but other than that it was fine.â
They stay up talking for a bit until they eventually fall asleep. Abby had moves to rest her head on Harryâs chest, and thatâs how she fell asleep, to the smooth rhythm of his heartbeat. Harry couldnât remember the last time someone spent the night in his bed and it didnât involve sex, there was something sort of sweet about not doing anything and still be able to fall asleep together comfortably. Maybe there was something to this taking it slow thing.
The next morning, Abby woke up being spooned by Harry. His breath was fanning over the back of her neck, and he had a leg between hers. His arm was strung across her lower stomach lazily. She grabs her phone and sees that itâs about 8:30. She yawns and wiggles a bit to adjust herself. She feels his lips press a kiss into the back of her neck and his arm tightens around her stomach.
âYou awake, darling?â He coos and it nearly makes her melt.
âMhm.â Itâs all she can manage to say.
âGood morning then.â He kisses the back of her neck again.
âGood morning.â She rolls over to her other side to look at him and he gives her a sleep smile. He leans into peck her nose, and he rubs at her side.
âSleep alright?â
âYeah, did you?â
âMhm.â He nods. âIâm gonna wash up and then make us some breakfast, how does that sound?â
âSounds amazing, Harry.â
He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. When he comes out heâs thrown a shirt on, and Abby gets up to freshen up herself. She washes her face and brushes her teeth, putting her bra on under the shirt he had given her so she wasnât putting on a show for him. She comes out to his kitchen and smells fresh coffee. She wanted to roll her eyes as she saw him using a French press.
âHope you like hazelnut, itâs the only flavor Iâve got.â
âItâs perfect. Got any creamer?â
âMhm, in the fridge.â He points to it and she opens it up, grabbing the creamer on the top shelf. It was pretty much full.
âI donât use it myself, mostly keep it for guests.â He pours the coffee into two mugs.
âAh, and do you have guests often?â
âNone that Iâd want to have a sleepover with, if thatâs what youâre asking.â He kisses her cheek, and she pours the creamer into her coffee. âNow, what can I make you? What do you like for breakfast?â
âOh, nothing fancy.â She shrugs. âWhatever you feel like making is fine.â
âEggs and toast?â
âWorks for me. Can I help?â
âYou can help by just having a seat.â
Abby smiles and sits down on one of the stools at Harryâs kitchen island while he works to get the eggs out of the fridge. He ends up making scrambled eggs for the two of them to keep things quick. It was a pleasant breakfast. Abby thought it was cute that Harry genuinely read from the morning newspaper. She was resting her chin on her palm watching him.
âAnything interesting going on?â She asks him.
âNah, itâs all negative.â He sighs as he flips a page.
âCould I have the funnies?â
âSure!â Harry finds the chunk with the comics and slides it over to her.
âThanks, I used to look forward to this every Sunday when my dad would pick up The Globe.â
âWhat was your favorite?â
âThere was this one called Opus. There were all these different characters, and the story was pretty linear, which I thought was cool. I actually saved the last comic strip in a scrap book. The main characters, Opus the penguin, had gone missing or something and he was trying to find himself. It really tugged at my heartstrings.â
âSometimes I forget not all of the funnies are just for kids.â
âIâm also partial to Family Circus, and I loved Zits.â
Harry smiles and goes back to reading the paper. He liked going over the sports and arts sections most. Abby helps him clean up the dishes and then she goes to get dressed.
âDo you want some sweat pants to wear so you donât have to put all of that back on?â
âNo, Iâm okay. Iâm just gonna put the dress on.â
âWonât you be cold without the stockings?â
âIâll be alright, but thanks.â
âLet me at list drive you home.â
âOkay.â She nods.
The ride was comfortably quiet as Harry kept his hand in Abbyâs. He pulls over to the side to stop in front of her building, and they look at each other. Smiles grow on both of their faces.
âYou already know what Iâm going to ask.â He says to her.
âI know, but I wanna hear you say it.â
âAlright, when can I see you next?â
âHmmâŠwhat about Tuesday night? We could go to a movie. Tickets are cheaper on Tuesdays so we can splurge on snacks.â
âI like the way you think. Iâd love to go to a movie. You pick, and just tell me what time I need to meet you.â
âSounds good.â She leans in to peck his lips. âTalk to you soon.â She gets out of the car and heads up to her apartment. Chrissy, the teenager watching Marvin, was sitting on her couch watching TV. âHey, Chrissy. I already paid you on Venmo.â
âI saw! Thanks so much.â She stands up.
âThanks for watching him all night.â Abby scoops up Marvin and cuddles him to her chest. âI hope he wasnât too much trouble.â
âNot at all, he was great. He was my little study buddy.â
âPerfect. Well, enjoy your Sunday. Tell your parents thanks too.â
âI will, have a good day.â Chrissy heads out and Abby sets Marvin back down.
âAlright, Mummaâs gonna take a shower and then sheâll take you for a nice, long walk, sound good?â Marvin yips excitedly at her. âSâwhat I thought.â
//
Harry was fucked. He was running late and couldnât get to a phone because he was in the middle of a surgery. Of course the one time thereâs a few delays and complications he actually has somewhere to be. He was supposed to meet Abby at 6:45PM, it was already 6:30, there was no way in hell he was going to make it. He did his best to stay focused so he could do right by his patient. By the time he was done it was 7:45PM. He tried to call Abby, but her phone went right to voicemail.â
âShit.â He says to himself.
âDr. Styles.â Marie says. âYou should change, youâre still scrubbed up and you have blood on you. Go home and shower, sheâll understand.â
âI just wish sheâd turn her phone onâŠâ
âMaybe she went to the movie alone.â Marie shrugs. âShe could be one of those good people who actually turns their phone off.â
âRight, yeah. Iâm gonna freshen up here, and then Iâm gonna try to catch her outside the theater.â
Harry does just that, using the hospital locker room to have a quick shower. He rushes to the movie theater and waits outside. The movie they were supposed to see should be wrapping up any moment, so he goes into the lobby to watch for her. Hopefully she was actually there.
Abby throws out her trash and walks towards the main lobby. She was just turning her phone back on when she saw Harry standing there with a very apologetic look on his face. She sighs and walks over to him.
âIâm so sorry.â He starts. âI tried calling as soon as I could, but your phone went right to voicemail.â
âI turned it off when the previews started.â She chews on her bottom lip. âWhat happened?â
âMy last surgery of the day got delayed, and then there were some complicationsâŠeverythingâs fine now, but it wasnât an easy extraction. I had to really take my time, Iâm so sorry. I swear this wonât happen a lot.â He looks down at his shoes and then back to her. âWas it a good movie at least?â
âIt was alright.â She sighs. âWould have been better if I had someone to make comments to.â She nudges his shoulder.
âHow can I make it up to you? Are you hungry? We could-â
âI already ate, itâs okay. I know you didnât do anything on purpose. Itâs getting late, so Iâm just going to head home.â
âI feel terrible.â
âDonât.â She smiles. âShit happens.â
âLet me at least take you home, I drove here.â
âSure.â She takes his hand in hers as they walk out of the theater. âAre you hungry?â
âStarved, actually, but I can just eat when I get home.â
âDonât be silly, I have leftovers. You can come up and eat if you want.â
âIâd like that.â
Once theyâre up in her apartment, Harry plays with Marvin while Abby heats up her leftover stir fry and rice. She hands Harry the warm bowl and they both sit down at the small table she has in her kitchen.
âIs it hot enough?â She asks him.
âItâs perfect, thank you.â He eats a little and then looks at her. âI really do feel terrible that you waited and had to sit aloneâŠâ
âItâs really okay. Itâs not my first time going to the movies by myself.â She shrugs. âIâm pretty independent.â
âI just donât want you thinking this is something thatâs going to happen a lot. Itâs so rare for a surgery like this to not be timely.â
âIâll take your word for it.â She gives him a reassuring smile. âItâs really sweet you still showed up at the theater like you did. Weâre together now, thatâs all that really matters.â
Harry finishes eating and cleans up his bowl. He stands with his hands in his pockets by the door and she stands with her arms crossed. Neither were sure what to do. It was really too late to hang out any longer since they both needed to work the next day.
âAre you free Friday night?â He asks her. âWe could go to dinner if you like.â
âSure, that sounds nice. Wanna say seven?â
âWorks for me. Iâll pick you up then.â He caresses her cheek and kisses her. They both linger for a moment before letting go. âGoodnight.â
âGoodnight.â She sighs after he leaves. It sucked being at the movies alone, but it meant the world to her that he still showed up at the end. It really showed his character, and for that she was grateful. She was still trying to gauge what kind of guy Harry was, and she had finally come to the conclusion that he was a good one.
//
âTwo months and still nothing?â Greg asks Harry one Sunday evening as he and Lenny came over to watch the hockey game.
âYeah.â Harry sighs as he sips on his beer. âI mean, donât get me wrong, I love kissing her and, and sheâs let me touch her over her clothes, butâŠI donât know, sheâs not as desperate and grabby as I am. What if sheâs just not as into me?â
âI donât think sheâd be seeing you still if she wasnât into you.â Lenny says. âHow old is she again?â
âTwenty-six, why?â
âWell, maybe sheâs hoping for things to be a little more official before she goes all the way with you.â
âDefine official.â Harry mutters.
âMaybe she wants to know if youâre her boyfriend.â Lenny states.
âGod, do you really think sheâs hung up on some stupid label? Weâre dating, weâre together, I think thatâs pretty clear.â
âRemember when I dated that younger girl? She was, like, twenty-three?â Greg says and the guys both nod. âWell, she wanted to know what the status was after a few months. Obviously it didnât work out because of the age difference, but these things matter to the younger women. They wanna know what to refer to you. Boyfriend is a lot easier to say than having to say the guy Iâm seeing.â
âSo, you have to ask yourself, do you want to be Abbyâs boyfriend?â Lenny asks him. âIf you donât see things working out long term with her you should break it off.â
âI definitely donât want to break it off. I really like her, and I like spending time with her.â He runs a hand through his hair. âIâm going to her place on Thursday for dinner, maybe we can talk about it then.â
âYeah? She cooking for you again?â Greg asks.
âMhm.â Harry smiles. âShe really likes cooking for me, I donât know why. I donât mind it, she always makes something delicious.â
âDo you ever cook for her?â Lenny asks.
âSure.â Harry shrugs. âWe take turns.â
âThatâs good, those things should definitely go both ways.â Greg says. âI bet you she just wants to make sure youâre not going to up and leave the second she lets you hit it.â
âI donât know why sheâd even think Iâd do something like thatâŠâ
âMaybe sheâs been burned in the past.â Lenny shrugs. âHave you had the ex talk?â
âNo.â Harry shakes his head. âIt doesnât seem like something weâve needed to talk aboutâŠbut maybe we do.â
//
Thursday night Harry goes over to Abbyâs with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolate chip cookies. He liked bringing dessert the times she made dinner for him.
âHey.â She smiles and kisses him once heâs inside. She mustâve had a long day at work because she was still in her work clothes. Most times when Harry came over she had already changed into comfier clothes. âHow was your day?â
âIt was good, how about yours?â He hands her the wine and cookies and follows her into the kitchen.
âLong.â She sighs. âI had some heavier appointments today.â She blinks a few times. âIâŠI cried with a student today.â She looks at him, tearing up.
âOh, baby, Iâm so sorry, come here.â He opens his arms for her and sheâs comforted by his embrace. He rests his chin on the top of her head. âAre you allowed to tell me what happened?â
âYeah.â She sniffles and looks up at him. âThis male studentâŠhe had a rough go of it in high school. A teacherâŠmolested him, and it was this whole thing. Heâs from a small town in Vermont so everyone knew. He came here to get away from it, you know? Make a fresh start? Heâs started to see this girl that he really likes, and heâs petrified of her finding out, and heâs not sure if he should just tell her or if he should keep it to himself. But heâs afraid she might find out anyways somehow. I felt terrible. I mean, what kind of sick fuck uses their position of power over a kid like that, you know?â
âThatâsâŠawful, beyond awful.â Harry frowns down at Abby.
âI just couldnât keep it together, especially when he started crying, so I cried too. Then we both started laughing, and he was able to calm down and we talked about things more.â She steps back from Harry and wipes under eyes.
âI guess the upside is that you created such a welcoming environment that he felt safe enough to be so vulnerable with you.â
âYeah.â She nods. âI suppose thatâs a silver lining, thanks.â She smiles. âAnyways, weâre going to meet bi-weekly now just for little check ins.â She sighs and moves to stir the pot of pasta thatâs on the stove. âIâm making pasta and meat sauce, hope thatâs alright.â
âItâs great, Abby. Can I do anything?â
âNo, everythingâs just about done. Um, would you actually mind taking Marv out quickly for me? He just ate and I havenât had a chance to take him out to do his business.â
âYou got it.â
It wasnât Harryâs first time taking Marvin out, so he really didnât mind. He leashes him up and takes him down to the street. Marvin does his business, and Harry gets him back upstairs. By the time he comes back, Abbyâs plated up dinner, and gotten the wine open and poured.
âThank you.â She says to him, and leans down to pat Marvinâs head. âReady to eat?â
âMhm, thank you for cooking.â
âOh, it was nothing.â She smiles. âI like when we get to have dinner together.â
âMe too, babe.â He takes a bite of food and moans. âThis is amazing, Ab.â
âThanks.â She blushes and takes a sip of her wine. âHarry, um, thereâs something IâŠwellâŠIâm just gonna come right out and say it.â She takes a deep breath as he looks at her. âAm IâŠam I your girlfriend?â
Harryâs concerned face softens into a smile.
âIâd like you to be.â He says to her. âI was actually going to bring this up tonight, guess you beat me to it.â
âOh.â She says, a little surprised. âWell, good, okay.â She nods and takes a bite of food.
âI like you a lot, and I know itâs been a couple of months. Iâm still having a great time with you.â
âSame here!â She assures him. âI just, you know, I donât know what to tell my friends sometimes when they ask about you.â
âWell, now you can tell them about your boyfriend, yeah?â He smirks. âWhen do I get to meet these friends, hm? Youâve met all of mine.â
âThatâs true.â She chews her bottom lip. âWell, I could arrange for a night out at a bar some weekend. We all love going out to dance and stuffâŠâ
âSounds like fun.â
âYouâd be into something like that?â
âSure, why not?â
âYou just donât exactly seem like the type of person who would enjoy going to a stuffy club with a ton of drunk people.â
âHey, I know how to hang. Set it up and Iâll be there.â
âGreat, Iâll text them.â She smiles, her body was buzzing with excitement. Harry stands up abruptly and comes over to her side of the table, cupping her jaw. He slots his lips over hers, sucking on her bottom lip and then letting her go before he sits back down. âWh-what was that for?â
âJust wanted to give my girlfriend a kiss.â He shrugs, a smirk forming on his lips.
âOh.â Her face had to be beat red at this point. They look at each other and smile. This time itâs Abby who decides to be bold. She gets up and sits on his lap side saddle. She grabs her phone and opens up SnapChat because it was better for taking selfies.
âWhat are you doing?â
âWe hardly have any pictures together. Now that youâre my boyfriend thatâs going to change. Smile.â She says to him, and he does as she says, taking a very cute picture.
âSend that to me?â
Abby presses her lips to his. Getting through dinner was going to take a little longer tonight. Â
//
Harry could, in fact, not hang. It was midnight and he was fighting to stay awake. He wished Abby had planned their big night out with her friends for a Saturday not Friday. It was a long week, and Harry just wanted to go to bed. He thought her friends were interesting. There was Billy, Abbyâs absolute best friend. Billy happens to be trans, which Harry didnât care about at all because Billyâs life was none of his business. Then there was Amy and Gina, Abbyâs roommates from undergrad. They were all getting along fine, but the club was loud, packed, and sticky. Abby was having a good time, though, so what could he do?
âAnother drink, Harry? Next roundâs on me.â Billy says to him.
âOh, no thank you. Think Iâm gonna cool it.â
âCool it?â Amy scoffs. âThe night just started. Ab, hold old did you say he was again?â
âDonât tease him.â Abby hooks an arm around Harryâs waist. âHeâs thirty-two, a doctor, and he had a long week.â She looks up at him. âYouâve last two hours, go home if you want.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, Iâll call you tomorrow.â She puckers her lips and he kisses her.
âIt was really nice meeting all of you. Weâll have to do it again sometimeâŠmaybe on a night I didnât have two different surgeries.â He kisses Abby again. âText me when you get home so I know you got back safe?â
âWill do, bye, babe!â Harry heads out, and Abby looks back at her friends. âHeâs cute, right?â
âVery.â Gina says. âHe seemed like he was having fun at the beginning.â
âHeâs just tired.â Abby sighs. âWe should have waited until tomorrow. He really is a lot of fun.â
âIâm sure he is.â Billy says with a smile. âSo, you really havenât slept with him yet?â
âNo.â Abby shakes her head.
âWhatâs the hold up?â Amy asks.
âI just havenât felt ready.â Abby shrugs. âHeâs a really good kisser, though, so I know Iâm close to getting there with him.â
âYou havenât even sucked his dick?â Gina asks.
âNo, but Iâve felt it. We grind on each other a lot. But I always have us stop before it gets to be too much.â
âIâve literally never known you to not want to fuck a guy youâve been seeing.â Billy says.
âI knowâŠI justâŠit all just feels like a dream come true still, and Iâm afraid that once we do it something will go wrong and weâll stop seeing each other. I have no idea why I feel like that, but I do.â Abby says.
âHeâd be an idiot to let you go.â Amy says. âDo it when youâre ready, but I think I speak for the three of us when I say we approve of him.â
âThanks, that means a lot.â The four share a group hug and go back out to the dancefloor to enjoy the rest of their night.
//
It was a rainy Saturday at the beginning of April. Harry told Abby to bring Marvin over to his place so they could get cozy for a lazy day of watching movies and being cozy. She happily accepted. The two of them really needed a day to relax. Abby was booked solid at work right now, and Harry was starting to get booked out with more and more wisdom teeth appointments. Harry liked when Abby would bring Marvin over. He had gotten a little dog bed for him and some toys. Harry even got him a little food and water bowl.
Abby was really falling for Harry. He made her feel safe, and he was beyond considerate. She also couldnât believe how patient he was being. They were together three months, just entering the fourth, and they still hadnât had sex yet. She knew he wanted it, of course, and she really wanted it too.
They were curled up on the couch together while Marvin was snoozing on his little dig bed. Neither had ever watched The Mindy Project before so they were binging it. Abby couldnât believe what she was about to do, but she couldnât help from blurting it out.
âHarry?â She looks up at him.
âYeah?â He looks down at her.
âIâŠI love you.â His eyes widen as he looks at her, his mouth falling open. âOh my god, itâs too soon, right? IâŠIâŠIâŠâ Before she can ramble on anymore, heâs kissing her, hard.
âChrist, Abby.â He presses his forehead to hers. âI love you too.â He kisses her again.
âReally?â
âOf course I do. You couldnât tell? Iâve got your picture framed on my night table, and Iâve got all this stuff here for Marvin, and I keep your favorite snacks in the pantryâŠâ
She moves to straddle him, pushing his shoulders back into the couch. She slots her mouth over his, and he holds her close to him. She sucks on his bottom lip, making him groan.
âHarry, bring me to your bedroom, now.â
âY-you wanna go to sleep?â He looks at her confused.
âNo, I want you to fuck me.â She looks at him with dark eyes.
âReally?â
âYes!â
He doesnât question her again. Instead, he lifts her up and quickly carries her down the hall to his bedroom. He gets her on the bed, hovers over her, and starts by getting her shirt off. His eyes widen when he sees the lace bra she was wearing. He furrows his brows as he gets her leggings off. He glares at her when he sees that her panties match her bra.
âWhat is it?â She asks innocently.
âThereâs this old saying that goes along the lines of if the girlâs wearing matching underwear, then sheâs the one who decided to have sex.â Abby blinks at him. âWere you planning for this tonight?â
âI was hoping.â She sits up on her elbows. âIâŠIâve been fucked over before, and I really wanted to make sure I knew how we felt about each other before we did this. Iâm sorry that I made us wait so long.â
âDonât be sorry, baby.â He caresses her cheek. âIâll admit I was a little frustrated in the beginning, butâŠIâm sort of glad we waited. Itâll be more special now.â
âExactly!â She beams at him. âCanâŠcan we get back to it now?â
He chuckles and takes his shirt off and pants off. He hovers over her and kisses on her neck and chest. He reaches behind her to unhook her bra, and tugs it away. His lips wrap around one of her nipples, and he licks around it. He sucks on her, and it makes her moan. He licks over to her other breast, and sucks on her other nipple. She pushes his head closer to her chest and tugs at his hair. He kisses and nips his way down her soft tummy. She lifts her hips as he tugs her panties off. He opens her legs and sucks a bruise into her thigh. She gasps at that and groans. He licks a flat stripe up her slit and to her clit. He does this a few times, just to get a good taste of her.
He looks up at her as his tongue flicks back and forth on her clit. He presses a hand on her pelvis and pushes up so he can see her better. He sucks on her clit and she moans out. His fingers work around her folds, feeling her wetness, and then he slides his middle finger in. He gets his ring finger in as well, and starts to pump in and out of her. He moans into her as his hips rut against the bed. She grabs at his hair as his fingers start to rub against her front wall. Abby starts panting and breathing heavier.
âFuck, Harry, please donât stop!â
He groans into her as his answer, and keeps doing everything exactly the same to help get her there. Her hips move along with his face, and her body starts to feel warm all over. She cries out as she comes to her release. He retracts his fingers, and he sucks on her wet center before sitting up. She catches her breath and smiles at him. He smiles at her and gets his boxers off. She whimpers when she looks at his hard dick. She crawls towards him and wraps her hand around him. She kisses his tip and wraps her lips around him.
âGod, Iâve been dreaming about this.â He groans as his head rolls back while she starts to bob up and down on him. She goes down enough to choke on him, and then she pulls off. âDo you want me to use a condom?â
âNo, Iâm on the pill. I wanna feel you.â
He nods and gets back onto the bed with her. She opens her legs back up for him, and he rubs the head of his cock along her folds and clit. Her hips press up towards him in anticipation. He slowly presses into her, and her mouth falls open.
âJesus, youâre so fucking tight.â He grunts as he bottoms out.
âMove.â She tells him. âMove, Harry.â She whines, and he starts to rock in and out of her. She clutches at his biceps and digs her nails in. âOh my god.â She moans.
âFeels good?â
âFeels amazing.â She bites her bottom lip. âGo harder.â
âYeah, want me to fuck you hard?â
âFuck, yeah, really give it to me.â
He gives her a wicked grin, and then pulls out of her. He flips her onto her stomach and slides back in. He grips the back of her neck, and his other hand rests at the base of her spine. He takes a deep breath, pulls out almost all the way, and then snaps his hips back into her. She gasps, and he does it again. He smacks her ass, and continues to fuck into her hard. The hand at the base of her spine slides around to her clit and he rubs it. It doesnât take her long to lose it again. He pulls out and sits up against his headboard. Abby sinks down on him as he grips her hips. They move in sync together as she rides him. She licks into his mouth and they both moan. His hands grab all over her body, unsure of where he liked squeezing the most. He fondles her breasts for a bit before deciding to stick with her ass.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this, Abby.â He says as he kisses on her neck. âI want you to come for me again.â He snakes a hand between them so he can rub her clit again.
âFuck, yes, oh my god, Harry!â She grinds faster on him. âI want you to come inside me.â
âShit, fuck.â He moans out and they come at the same time. âFuck, Abby.â He breathes and kisses her, sucking on her bottom lip. Her fingers tangle back into his hair.
âWas it, um, worth the wait?â
âOh my god, of course it was. I wanna fuck you over and over.â He smirks at her and she giggles.
âI think that can be arranged.â She pecks his lips. âWould you ever want to, um, tie me to the bed?â
âOh, baby, if I didnât love you before.â
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Iâm reading a non-canon short story written by Andrzej Sapkowski about Geralt and Yenneferâs wedding called Something Ends, Something Begins and my heart is literally so full. Even Asaps has to get tired of having so much angst so this short story is a literal fluff-fest and I love it so much.Â
So I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes from the story and if you all want to read it, here is the link.Â
"One day she'll break her neck," growled Yennefer, watching Ciri galloping in the splashing water, bent, firm in the stirrups. "One day your crazy daughter will break her neck."
Geralt turned his head and without a word looked into the sorceress's violet eyes.
"All right, then," smiled Yennefer, without averting her eyes. "Sorry, our daughter."
She hugged him again, pressing herself against him firmly, bit him in the arm again, kissed him, and bit him once more. Geralt touched her hair with his lips and carefully pulled her gown over her shoulders.
I am literally...I swear, we finally get domestic Yenralt and it isnât even in the canon universe. I am literally going to fight someone. This is so damn cute and the way Yennefer is like âour daughterâ my goddamn heart.Â
The list of the guests wasn't that long. The engaged couple compiled it together and charged Dandelion with sending the invitations. Soon it turned out that the troubadour lost the list before he could even read it. Because he was ashamed to confess, he used a cheap trick and invited whomever he could. Of course he knew Geralt and Yennefer well enough that he didn't miss anyone important, but it wouldn't have been him if he didn't enrich the list of the guests by an admirable number of quite random persons.
Why does it just make sense that Dandelion would fuck this up? Itâs so in-character, putting him in charge of the guest list was the first mistake.Â
No one invited the golden dragon Villentretenmerth, because no one knew how to invite him and where to look for him. To the general astonishment the dragon turned up, of course incognito, in the form of the knight Borch Three Jackdaws. Of course, where Dandelion was present, one could not speak of any incognito, but even so few believed when the poet pointed at the curly-haired knight and claimed it was a dragon.
The image of Dandelion just pointing at this dude and yelling âHeâs a dragon!â is fucking hilarious, especially when you consider most people donât know dragons can shapeshift.Â
"Was it you who invited
Triss Merigold?
"No," the witcher shook his head and silently praised the fact that the mutation of his blood system didn't allow him to blush.
"Not me. I think it was Dandelion, even though all of them claim to have learned about the wedding from the magical crystals."
"I don't want Triss to be present on my wedding!"
"But why? She's your friend."
"Don't make a fool out of me, witcher! Everyone knows you slept with her!"
"That's not true."
Yennefer's violet eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It is true."
"Is not!"
"It is!"
"All right," he turned around angrily. "It is true. So?"
The sorceress was quiet for a moment, playing with the obsidian star on the black velvet ribbon around her neck.
"Nothing," she said at last. "I just wanted you to admit it. Never try to lie to me, Geralt. Ever."
I love the little bickering. Also, like, even though Triss and Yennefer are friends try valid of her to not want her at the wedding. She slept with Geralt!! Love how Geralt tries to deny it at first but gives up ten seconds later. Geralt really tried to pull the âjust friendsâ card and Yennefer was having NONE of it.Â
The doppler accused Villentretenmerth of racism, chauvinism and lack of knowledge on the discussion's topic. Therefore, the insulted Villentretenmerth changed for a moment into his natural dragon form, destroying several pieces of furniture and causing a general panic. When the situation calmed down, a fierce quarrel began, in which humans and non-humans accused each other of lack of open-mindedness and racial tolerance.Â
A quite unexpected twist in the discussion came from the freckled Merle, the whore who didn't look like a whore. Merle announced that the whole debate was stupid and pointless and didn't concern true professionals, who don't dinstinguish between such things, which she was willing to prove on the spot (for an adequate reward, of course), even with the dragon Villentretenmerth in his natural form.Â
In the silence that fell abruptly in that instant they heard the female medium proclaim that she's willing to do the same, and for free. Villentretenmerth quickly changed the topic and began discussing safer topics, such as economics, politics, hunting, fishing and gambling.
Everything about this sequence is perfect, absolutely prime. Dragons and Dopplers fighting, Merle saying she would fuck a dragon in dragon form. This has EVERYTHING.Â
"I'll get going right after the feast," Ciri repeated.Â
"I want... I want to feel the wind in my face on the back of a galloping horse again. I want to see the stars on the horizon again, I want to whistle Dandelion's ballads at night. I'm longing for a fight, the dance with a sword, I'm longing for the risk, for the delight victory brings me. And I'm longing for solitude. Do you understand me?"
"Of course," Geralt smiled sadly. "Of course I understand you, Ciri. You're my daughter, you're a witcher. You'll do what you must. But I must tell you one thing. One thing. You can't run away forever, even though you'll always try."
"I know," she replied and cuddled herself closer to him. "I still have hope that one day... If I wait, if I'm patient, then I, too, perhaps will live such a beautiful day like this... Such a nice day... Even though..."
"What, Ciri?"
"I've never been pretty. And with that scar..."
"Ciri," he cut her off. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Right after Yen, of course."
"Oh, Geralt..."
"If you don't believe me, ask Dandelion."
"Oh, Geralt."
Ciri telling Geralt she wants to travel and move on is just heartbreaking but it makes sense. She has more adventures to go on. Geraltâs story is ending. Hers is beginning. Also Ciri feeling insecure about her appearance and Geralt being a good dad and comforting her? Amazing.Â
"I have unfinished business there," she hissed. "For Mistle. For my Mistle. Even though I avenged her, but for Mistle one death is not enough."
Bonhart, he thought. She killed him out of hatred. Oh, Ciri, Ciri. You're standing on the edge of an abyss, daughter. Not a thousand deaths would avenge your Mistle. Beware of hatred, Ciri, it consumes like cancer.
"Watch out for yourself," he whispered."I'd rather watch out for others," she smiled ominously. "It pays off more, it works better in the long run."
I will never see her again, he thought. If she leaves, I will never see her again.
"You will," she answered unexpectedly and smiled with a smile of a sorceress, not of a witcher. "You will, Geralt."
When Geralt asks what Ciri plans to do on her travels she literally says: I am going to avenge my dead girlfriend and murder some people. Which is not a healthy coping mechanism but damn if the idea of a gay revenge story doesnât sound good to read.Â
The priestesses Iola and Eurneid also sobbed, when Yennefer refused to put on the white wedding dress they had made for her. Not even Nenneke's mediation helped. Yennefer cursed, threw around hexes and dishes, while repeating that she looks like a fucking virgin in white.Â
The enraged Nenneke began yelling, too, and told the sorceress that she behaved worse than three fucking virgins at once. Yennefer responded by conjuring a ball of lightning and demolishing the roof of the corner tower, which had its good side, too. The crash was so terrible that Caldemeyn's daughter got shock from it and her diarrhea stopped.
Once again, this scene has EVERYTHING. Yennefer getting so pissed it demolishes a tower. The shaking being so bad it stops diarrhea. Also, why does Asaps use diarrhea so often in his books? You know what, I donât want to know.Â
Triss Merigold and the witcher Eskel from Kaer Morhen, were seen again, sneaking, arms linked, into the garden summerhouse.
Is that...IMPLIED TRISSKEL?? OKAY THEN. All the Trisskel friends out there: They hooked up at Geralt and Yenneferâs wedding I donât make the rules.Â
"Yen..."
She looked breathtaking. Black wavy locks, curled up with a golden tiara, fell in a shining cascade over her shoulders and the high collar of a long white brocade dress with black-striped sleeves, pulled together on a bodice with countless drapes of lilac ribbons.
"Flowers, don't forget the flowers," warned Triss Merigold, all in dark blue, and handed a bouquet of white roses to the bride. "Oh, Yen, I'm so happy..."
"Triss, darling," sobbed Yennefer all of a sudden, upon which both sorceresses embraced and kissed the air around their ears and diamond earrings.
"Enough of those endearments," ordered Nenneke, smoothing the folds on her snow-white priestess dress. "We're going to the chapel. Iola, Eurneid, hold her dress, or she'll kill herself on the stairs.
Triss and Yenneferâs friendship is so sweet sometimes. Like, they would literally murder each other but they would also murder FOR each other too.Â
Yennefer approached Geralt and with a hand in a white lace glove she straightened the collar of his black cloak, embroidered with silver. Geralt offered her an arm.
"Geralt," she whispered into his ear. "I still can't believe it."
"Yen," he answered her in a whisper. "I love you."
"I know."
I donât know is Asaps is purposefully referencing Star Wars here but either way this had me tearing up. Geralt and Yennefer deserve a happy ending and even if itâs not officially canon the author wrote it so this is canon in my head.Â
The wedding was splendid. Ladies and maidens cried collectively. Herwig was the master of ceremony, a former king, but still a king. Vesemir from Kaer Morhen and Nenneke stood in as parents of the betrothed couple, Triss Merigold and Eskel as witnesses.Â
Okay but why is Asaps sneaking in the Trisskel? I want more of it and this pairing definitely intrigues me. Also Vesemir and Nenneke as their parents? Thatâs so damn sweet. I swear to fuck this entire short story is too damn cute and I want more of it.Â
I cannot stress how much I love the energy Merle brings to the table. Saying she would straight up fuck a dragon. The power of it all.Â
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(Mostly) Destiel Fic Recs #5
This is a LONG recs post because itâs been a while since I did an update and I fell hard into reading one authorâs work (DeanRH). In fact I could easily do a rec post just of their fics alone, but for this round Iâm just going to pick out a handful of my absolute favorites so far, the ones Iâd recommend to start out with, along with more other authorsâ works Iâve especially enjoyed lately.
Absolution at the Five-and-Dime by DeanRHÂ (125k)Â - this is perhaps THEE DeanRH fic to start with if you want a good, long read with a little bit of everything (Roadtrips! Intriguing casefic! Americana! Tasty Dean/Cas pining! Wing!kink and unique angel lore! Kinky soul fisting and tentacles!) Itâs kind of two of parallel stories in one: the first, a flashback to Dean and Sam's first year hunting on their own (as well as trying to avoid hunting, and John in general); the second on how Dean and Cas finally get together during an unusual case and when Dean is able to really let go of his past trauma and accept himself/accept love from Cas.Â
What I love about DeanRHâs work is that they write from the unique point of view of a drifter, so they understand living on the road, traveling place to place, and the highs and lows of that life like no others Iâve encountered in SPN before. (The authorâs notes are often as much fun to read as the stories themselves). They also write a kickass angel!Cas and never lose sight of his non-human traits and background. Their writing style is unique - almost poetic in nature, and I know some readers have found it difficult to get into. But it works really well for me in their SPN fic...gives it the flavor of oral story telling as might actually happen at a drifterâs camp (with one story written exactly as such). Be warned this particular fic does play up the idea of John Winchester being mentally abusive and Dean having to turn tricks when he was younger in order to support him and Sam, so there is some dark stuff. But as someone who grew up with mentally abusive parent, reading this was extremely cathartic to me and believably written (unlike some stories that go too over the top with abusive John, or just don't understand how that kind of abuse leaves lifetime psychological scars.)
The rest of this roundâs recs below the cut.
Carnevale by DeanRH (18k) - Actually the first fic by this author I read, because I just couldnât resist a story set in my favorite place in the world, Venice, Italy. Castiel is the Angel of Venice, banished there for so long he does not even know or remember the reasons why. But Carnevale season is the one time a year he can let his wings out - figuratively and literally. And during this particular Carnevale season, he meets an intriguing masked young American tourist there with his brother and their one night stand turns into something far more powerful than either expected. This oneâs hot, romantic, and achingly sad at the end as it all ties together unexpectedly with canon-verse...though with a hint for the future so itâs definitely not totally sad. I loved how DeanRH clearly understands Venice as a fellow lover of the city, the side of it most tourists never see unless they spend a long time there. This story made me cry just from wanting to be back in Venice again.
Ice cream was sweeter, food more satisfying, everything was an epicurean delight. There was just something magical about Venice, and he had lived here in the city for hundreds of years, so the shine should have worn off by now.
But it didn't, and there was always something more, something wonderful to discover around the next corner. The painted eaves of a church. The beauty of two women dancing with flowers in their teeth across the Piazza San Marco one day, overcome by the sheer joy of just being there. The way the university students still created Venetian masks, like Castiel's extravagant volto mask and Dean's humble servetta muta, with crafts that had been handed down across the generations. The morning silence that lay against the stones.
Hard Landing by DeanRH (26.9k) - A bit similar in theme to Carnevale. A pre-series Dean and Sam are sight-seeing in Spain when an angel, struck by a babel-spell, crash lands right in front of Dean. A strange yet seriously hot encounter with the angel turns into something much more complicated when the brothers return home and realize something more serious is afoot and they are both trapped in the middle of it. This is another story where things are very much not as they seem at first (as fun as that is!) It features master strategist Cas at his best, with a side helping of delightful trickery care of Gabriel and Balthazar as they deal with Lucifer, Michael...and a few others along the way.
The Sacred Band of Thebes by DeanRHÂ (14.5k) - The last DeanRH fic Iâm gonna allow myself to include in this round up, because itâs just very soft and sweet and beautiful - for a story about Dean & Cas being magically transported back in time to ancient Sparta! This is another story infused with a great knowledge of place and history, with some wonderfully delightful original characters added in that make it all the more enjoyable to read.
And now on to some other authors, I promise!
IPAMIS OL OLPRIT by emmbrancsxx0Â (56k). A really wonderful fic that take a different look at what might have happened with a temporarily resurrected John Winchester during Season 14. Dean & Cas are in an established relationship here, and John here isnât too happy about it â though mostly because he sees Cas (and Jack) as monsters, the kind of monsters he spent his lifetime hunting. This is a great fic for the emotional complexity of how John, Dean and Cas are all handled. John isnât a cardboard evil dad, Dean is struggling between his loyalty to his father and to Cas, and Cas is increasingly bitchy/frustrated at Dean still being so desperate for his fatherâs approval (and all the more complex for not just being a quietly suffering perfect supporting boyfriend.) Thereâs some great action sequences in this too along with the emotional angst and a delicious dose of hurt!Cas if thatâs your thing (as it is for me :D)
Abrenuntio by Neonbat (51k). A very dark but compelling AU take on the/a apocalypse universe. Dean, Sam and John are all alive in this post-angel war-apocalyptic world. They are part of a group of human survivors fighting against the angel army when they manage to capture âBlueâ â a particularly feared angel of death. Dean is tasked with bringing Blue in for interrogation and he becomes a prisoner in their camp after John is killed. As mentioned, this is a pretty dark/sad fic (with some rather gruesome torture scenes) but I still found it quite compelling as a look at how things could have gone in some other parallel universe. And somehow the author manages to make the Dean/Cas relationship come together despite them starting out as complete enemies. This is one of those AUs that works for me because the core of the characters really shine through despite the differences in the setting.
if it all fell to pieces tomorrow by spocklee (37k) - a gorgeous post-Empty rescue fic that takes an approach I havenât really seen explored in detail before (despite being something Iâve actually thought about as something that couldâve happened.) What if Cas has spent so long denying himself happiness, and then trapped in regrets and false-rescue scenarios created by the Empty, that he canât trust that his rescue is real? And so he runs off to be on his own - literally stealing the Impala because he canât handle being in Deanâs presence one moment longer - and only slowly comes to terms with the idea that itâs over now and he can be happy with/around his friends and family. This oneâs both deliciously angsty and at times funny/sweet, looking at Casâs relationships not just with Dean but with Sam, Jack, Claire, even Eileen. It does some fun stuff with other returned angels and demons who now find themselves back on Earth (and human), and...I just really enjoyed this one a lot.
Both Saved and Lost by angelfishofthelord (13.7k) Gen Cas character study, absolutely gorgeous and sad and one of those fic I couldnât stop thinking about the day after reading it. AU where Apocaverse!Cas isnât immediately killed by our Cas during 13x22 but instead hitches a ride back to the main âverse. Dean and Sam want to keep him alive for information on Michael; Cas is torn and trying to figure out just how similarâor differentâthey really are. Some great angel stuff here (I also highly recommend this authorâs Jack & Cas âdadstielâ fics, theyâre equally lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.)
flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k) - THEE âWhat exactly did Dean eat in Purgatory, anyway?â fic youâve probably already heard about. *cough* Iâve been trying to work up the courage to read this one for a while and finally gave in and OH MY CHUCK Iâm so glad I did. Itâs perversely disturbing and beautiful at the same time, Cas is wonderfully DERANGED and ALIEN in that way that I love it when fics managed to convey just how much angels are NOT human. Do heed the tags.
Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (11k) - Another one for the weird-as-fuck-angel!Cas loversâ list. Heaven/canon-compliant fic where Dean knows he should feel happy and at peace but he just...isnât, even with Cas and all of his friends and family there. He finally goes looking for Cas when heâs been absent for a time and, for the first time, gets to not just see but experience his true form. Another one that hits some kinks I knew I had and others I didnât...until now. ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
don't ask me where i've been by saltwound / @1x06 (8k) - I can never resist a good 09x06 fiction gap fic! What makes this one really stand out is how well it captures Casâs internal voice - his struggles adapting to human senses, limitations and emotions versus what/how he experienced things as an angel. The longing and feelings between Dean & Cas here are so achingly beautiful and I just wanted to cry when Cas says he misses hearing Deanâs prayers, so Dean, he...oh, Iâm not going to spoil it. *happy sigh* Just read it.
this room is wrong by DarkHeartInTheSky (12k) - Sometimes I like torturing myself with some good 15x03 divorce arc angst and this fic hit that button just so. Itâs an alternative take on where Cas might have ended up after leaving the bunker and features some great Cas & Sam friendship feels, when Sam sets out to try to bring Cas home. Itâs all the stuff youâd wish the writers wouldâve let them talk out in canon.
Well thatâs more than enough for this round! Go forth, read and give some great writers some kudos & comment love!
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Could you possibly write some dark Bucky Barnes ? Maybe the reader is super innocent and he takes advantage of it?
party princess | bucky barnesÂ
[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x innocent reader, natasha x reader (sort of), nanny reader, manipulation, affair, drunk consent (dubcon?), little editing
A/N: Iâm gonna be honest and say that I basically DNFâd this one-shot after working on it for awhile. I liked the idea at first but then towards the middle my interests in it got a little iffy. anyways, I hope you can still enjoy it for what it is. Iâll def try to write more stories like this in the future!Â
In which married Bucky takes advantage of the birthday party princess.Â
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âOkay, letâs see, who wants to have their wish granted?â
The crowd of first graders erupted but you quickly held up your hands to shush them, âBefore I can use my magic on any of my little friends, I have to make sure youâre all good little girls and boys. How many of you are kind to your friends and listen to your Mommies and Daddies?â
Hands raised and you smiled, âThatâs very good, my friends. If you want to be a princess like me or a prince, then are certain things you have to do. Princessâs are polite, kind, and most important of all âŠâ A hush fell over the crowd as they listened patiently before you suddenly exploded with giddiness, âThey like to sing and dance! Will you sing a song with me, friends?â
Bucky watched from behind the glass door as you twirled around on the terrace. He sipped at his bottle of beer, noting how your eyes lit up as the group of children gather around you. They wanted to touch your ball gown and have you tap them with your fairy wand so you could grant their wishes. You seemed to be in your element and you hadnât fallen out of character once as you pranced around in your fairy princess costume. It was a character from the latest Disney junior show that his daughter had recently fallen in love with and Natasha had the idea of hiring a party princess for her fifth birthday party.Â
Both Natasha and Bucky were surprised when you volunteered to do it. You loved makeup and the idea of making their daughterâs birthday spectacular seemed like fun. Besides, you had only been nannying with the Barnes family for a couple of weeks and you wanted to make even more of a good impression.Â
âIâm starting to think she actually has magic,â Natasha commented, and Bucky turned to see her placing candles on their daughterâs birthday cake, âI can barely handle our baby girl alone and yet sheâs tamed fifteen of them.â
âSheâs really something, isnât she?â Bucky smirked and Natasha grinned, lighting the candles.Â
âKeep it in your pants for now,â Natasha stated slyly, âCâmon Daddy, letâs sing happy birthday.â
As he opened the sliding door for Natasha, she rolled out the cake and the entire terrace erupted with singing. Bucky joined along, of course, watching as his daughter grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the cake. You sang happily, encouraging her to blow out the candles and make a wish when the song had ended.Â
Natasha took a million pictures of you and, out of the corner of your eyes, you could feel Mr. Barnesâ gaze on you. You hoped that meant you were doing a good job. Keeping a smile on your face for that long was quite a lot of work. You watched as the birthday girl ran up to her father and he swung her in his arms.
You had already noticed what a beautiful family they were and how incredibly lucky they were to live in such a nice part of town. You hoped to have something like this one day and to find someone as attentive as Mr. Barnes. You were holding a little girl in your lap as she was asking if you personally knew Mulan before you heard a gagging noise.
Before you knew it, icing colored vomit was dripping down the bottom of your dress.Â
Her mother came quickly, swooping the little girl from your arms, âIâm so so so sorry! She mustâve had too much cake,â You only smiled, trying to hide any disgust that you felt.Â
âItâs okay,â You stood, making sure the little girl wasnât embarrassed, âEven princessâs get tummy aches. Besides, I have lots of dresses in my castle.â
You felt a hand on the small of your back and turned to see Mr. Barnes, âThe princess will be back in just a moment,â He spoke to the crowd of first graders as if to say that heâd personally help out with your accident.Â
âIâm just going to return to my castle for a moment, friendsâ You assured the little ones with a smile, as Bucky helped you with the long train of your dress. Natasha had spent a fortune on the dress just to make sure it was realistic. He helped you inside, and as the sliding glass door closed, you let out a breath of air.Â
Your smile fell a little though you didnât want to appear completely tired in front of Mr. Barnes. One hand carrying your train and the metal one on your back, he led you towards the master bedroom. At first, you blushed but then you realized that was probably where the most room was.Â
âYou looked like you were having fun out there,â Bucky commented.Â
âItâs nice making them smile,â You spoke earnestly and part of Bucky told him to beware. You were too pure for him to dip his fingers into yet he still wanted to taste you.Â
âDo you want to take off your dress?â Bucky smiled evilly as your eyes widened and your cheeks heated with embarrassment.Â
It took a minute for you to realize what he was actually asking, âW-Well, the show must go on, right? I think I can just try to wipe it with a wet washcloth and hope for the best. I donât want to let this ruin the party.â
Bucky nodded though he added, âMy daughter loves you so I doubt you could ever ruin anything.â That made you genuinely smile because you knew then that the impression you were trying so hard to make was definitely good. Natasha had even said you deserved a raise before youâd gotten thrown upon.Â
Bucky led you into the bathroom before he retrieved a washcloth and ran in under the sinkwater for you. You couldnât help but admire the luxury of it all, the tall ceilings and the chandelier that hung. You could fit the size of your entire apartment in their bathroom.Â
You sat down on the tub and began to scrub at your dress, âI really appreciate you guys giving me a chance. I know I didnât have as many qualifications as the other girls,â Bucky knew youâd be grateful for that. Your interview with them was good and Natasha liked your personality but Bucky wanted you because of your beauty and youth.Â
âYouâre a hard worker, Y/N,â You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue like you could hear the satisfaction in each syllable. âNatasha and I were thinking ⊠Iâm not sure sheâd want me to mention it yet-â
âWhat were you thinking?â You looked up with curious eyes, âI mean, of course, you donât have to tell me, sorry.â
Be patient with her, Natasha had told him. But looking down at how the heart shape neckline of your dress exposed your breasts, patience was the last thing on his mind.Â
âWe wanted you to stay with us, join our staff full time. Nat wants to start working more and itâs hard for both of us to keep up with things around the house.â
âReally?â You perked up, your eyes wide with excitement, âIâd love that. Iâd love that so much, Mr. Barnes.â
Bucky admired the light in your eyes and knew the power he held over your life. You wanted this job desperately since it was probably the best you were going to do. Youâd probably do a lot to keep it as well.Â
âIâm sure Nat will be glad to hear it âŠ. and you can call me Bucky, Y/N. Might as well drop the formalities if weâre going to be getting closer.â
Closer in proximity is what you thought he meant, âSounds good, Bucky.â
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It had been a few weeks since youâd moved into their luxurious home. It had been a complete dream especially with the huge pay raise that it had earned you.Â
âDo you have a boyfriend, Y/N?â You looked up abruptly from where you were wiping down the kitchen counter. Natasha was sitting down at the island, typing away at her laptop, while she looked you over. You still had paint on your hands and on your cheek from the painting session you had with her daughter. Now the little girl was down for her night and Natasha thought it was the perfect time to get some information, âI mean, you just never mention anyone.â
âI-I donât,â Your cheeks heated from embarrassment, âDating isnât really ⊠my thing.â
âWhyâs that? Youâre a lovely girl, Y/N.â
Why was she saying all this? Why the sudden curiosity? Was she worried youâd bring someone around her daughter?
âI-Itâs just hard. With kids, Iâm confident but, with adults, not so much.â
âBucky used to be that way,â You werenât expecting to hear about him, âWhen I met him, he was very closed off. He thought dating was still like it is in the â40s. Sure, itâs nice to settle down but everyone these days is so ⊠open. You know what I mean?â
You tilted your head to the side, âBut you and Bucky settled down?â
âYes, we love each other and I wanted kids so it made sense. But we still like to keep things interesting. We want to make sure each of us happy.â
âHow ⊠How do you do that?â
Natasha bit down on her lip as she thought for a moment, âLetâs have a glass of wine,â She spoke, getting up from her seat.
âOh, I donât drink,â You rushed out nervously, âI mean, Iâve never done it before.â
She was still moving towards the wine cabinet, âThereâs a first time for everything, right? Câmon have a drink with your boss.â Your boss, right. She was speaking so casually that you had almost forgotten the line between you.Â
âAre you sure? What about-â
âBucky wonât be home until late and the little one is fast asleep. We can have some girl talk, itâll be fun. One glass wonât do any harm,â Natasha sat the two glasses on the counter before she started to pour you some red wine.Â
Youâd probably be good after one glass but the universe didnât work in your favor that night. There was a second after the first glass and now you were a giggling mess.Â
Natasha managed to reach into the deepest parts of your past and had you laughing at the same time. You were exactly as she had previously predicted. You had a sheltered life, you grew up disadvantaged but had religious parents. They shamed you into not doing a lot of things but Natasha manages to drill into you that âyou shouldnât be ashamed of anything you doâ.
When Bucky strolled in later that night, he found you and Nat sprawled on the couch in the living room. Whatever plan Nat had was working on, it was clearly successful, âBucky, honey, come sit with us!â
You set your glass down, realizing how comfortable you had gotten, âDonât be shy now, Y/N,â Nat said to you as Bucky took a seat beside her, âY/N was telling me about her love life.â
You stared at Nat in disbelief. You understood talking about this stuff with her because she was a girl but with Bucky? âItâs exciting, I hope. There are lots of people in New York.â
âA-Actually, I-â
Natasha placed a hand on Buckyâs leg, taking another sip of wine before saying, âSheâs a virgin.â
Bucky looked you over with a smirk, âAnd I thought the fairy princess stuff was an act ... â
You werenât sure if you should be offended so you only said, âItâs not like that. I still know things ... â
Natasha handed her glass of wine to Bucky before standing and walking to where you were sitting on the couch. She held her hands out to you and you took them hesitantly. She pulled you up so you were standing impossibly close to her, âHow much do you know, honey?â
âI ⊠â
âDonât you want to learn some things? So you can please the man in your life?â
âYou wonât be much use to your future boyfriend if you donât know how to please him,â Bucky interjected, leaning forward.Â
You hadnât even thought of it that way âŠMaybe it was the wine or something because you didnât object to their words. âI donât think I can ... â
Natasha still held your hands as she guided you over to where Bucky was sitting, âOf course you can,â Before you knew it, she was pushing you into his lap. You felt his hands tightening on your waist and you began to panic.Â
âMr. and Mrs. Barnes-â
âItâs okay,â Natasha grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her as his cold hand roamed over your thigh, âWeâre gonna help each other out. You canât go the rest of your life without knowing how to please a man. How I please Bucky is with girls like you, understand?â
It was so far from anything you had ever experienced that you werenât sure if you did understand. That didnât stop Bucky from pressing his front to you, grabbing at your breast and rubbing circles against your nipples through your top, âLet me teach you, Y/N, I promise I wonât biteâ He whispered into your ear and it mustâve been the wine that makes you whisper back, âO-Okay.â
Youâd be lying if you said you never thought about Bucky in that way but the thoughts had never gone far because of Natasha.Â
Natasha stepped away from a small grin on her face. After Bucky got his hands on one of the innocent dolls like you, it seemed to turn him into a complete animal in bed, and Natasha loved dealing with the consequences, âBuckyâs going to be very gentle with you, honey. Just give a shout if you need anything.â
Bucky watched as his wife stepped away, knowing he liked to watch her go. He turned his head back to you, dipping his face into your neck, starting to kiss the sensitive area there. It sent fire through you, not only to your cheeks but all over your body, âWhat do you know about kissing, Y/N?â Again, he could tell you were only pretending as you stuttered over your response, âThen Iâm your first?â
You nodded. Nat had really hit the jackpot. He was going to thank her really well later.Â
Buckyâs hand stroked your bottom lips for a moment, âJust relax,â You did your best but you couldnât help but tense as he leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. You thought it would be a short moment but his hands roamed over your bare legs as the tip of his tongue began to pry open your mouth.Â
You let him and soon you were trying to copy his movements by moving your mouth against his. When he finally did pull away, you thought you might have totally embarrassed yourself, âWas that bad?â
Bucky immediately shook his head, âYouâre a natural, baby.â
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i really wanted to write more but i kinda just lost inspo : / and I didnât just want to not post it.Â
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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 6)
[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]
Summary: You go to Onderon and meet someone youâve been longing to see. Another call to home ensues and hearts get broken.
Warnings: angst, maybe cursing, I canât think of anything else. oh and bad plot lmao
WC: 4.0k
A/N: this isnât proof read so it might be scuffed.Â
read chapter 5 here
C O R U S C A N T
After the nightmares began, Anakin was rarely around, only making you more susceptible to the dark side. You truly did want to tell him about what had been keeping you up at night, but how were you going to contact him when he was never around and the connection the two of you shared was seemingly cut off? You werenât able to feel his emotions nor feel his presence. It was as if he had blocked you off, almost like he was dead, but he wasnât. You knew that he went on more campaigns as he was barely spending time in the temple, wanting to stay as far away from you. And if the two of you ever were in the same room by sheer luck, he pretended that you didnât exist.
On days where both Anakin and Obi Wan were gone, you trained with a girl named Xin. In a way, she reminded you of the mandalorian Sabine: intelligent, strong, and creative. She was skilled with her lightsaber, but also greatly skilled in hand to hand combat, making her an excellent training partner. When all three of them were gone, you spent time learning binary after shortly being gifted a droid. R2-KT, or Kaytee as you liked to call her, accompanied you on your walks around the Jedi temple, often telling you random facts about it or Coruscant.
As time passed, you noticed how the council became weary of your presence. After noticing the color of your saber, which wasnât hard to miss, the Jedi Masters seemed to focus their attention on you whenever you were in the room with them. You would have liked to believe that you had begun to earn their trust, but you understood their cautiousness towards you. Hell, you wouldâve probably reacted the same way if someone came to Earth using a big stone hidden in the middle of nowhere claiming that the fate of the universe rested in their hands.
The halls of the temple were empty- excluding the sentinels- as you roamed around with Kaytee at your side. It was still so surreal being in the Jedi temple. Six months ago you were on Earth, spending time with your family. It seemed so long ago since you were first introduced to Star Wars.
You were foreign to the concept of bonding, spending time with your peers. After spending almost 17 years in foster care, you learned to not attach yourself. To become cold, detached, and observant of your surroundings. With your arrival to the tower, it became a shock to you when you found out that the team spent time together willingly. Some nights they played games like Uno and Cards Against Humanity. You would always sit in the corner and watch them, not comfortable enough to be engaging with them in such a way like that. On the nights where they watched movies, you would always sit in the furthest seat away from the group. It stayed like that until Peter started coming to the bonding nights.
Due to the fact that he was still young, he stayed with his Aunt May. Only coming to the tower to help Tony with his projects. So it was a surprise to see him there, but you couldnât help feel more comfortable knowing that someone else your age was there.
âSo, whatâre we watching tonight?â He asked. The team let out a couple of groans, unsure of what they were getting into. âHow about we watch Star Wars? I bet you those two grandpas havenât seen it yet.â
âHey! Watch it, Peter.â Steve said, putting his hand over his heart to feign hurt. All it took for him to apologize was one glance at Bucky. âSorry Mister Winter- uhh James- Bucky-- no. Sir Barnes. And Steve.â
He goes to sit down, but before he does, he takes a survey of the room. He notices you sitting alone on the couch, âHey, why donât you come sit closer?â He asked. You shake your head, telling him that you were alright where you were. âWhat about you? Have you seen Star Wars?â You quickly shake your head, you see Peterâs eyes widen and he takes off to sit in the empty spot next to you.
âOMG. WHAT? How have you never seen the movies?â
âNot everyone has the privilege to have a normal childhood. I just so happened to be one of those kids.â You informed him.
âRight, sorry.â He apologized, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. âIâm sure youâll love the movies though.â
Peter was right. After watching A New Hope, the team had retired to their respective rooms, but the two of you had stayed up all night finishing the movies. After watching all three trilogies, you had a new found obsession, especially for a certain Skywalker. Even though some people thought that Anakin was a bad character, and sure the script was really bad, you really did love him. So when he betrayed Obi Wan to save Padme, your heart couldnât help but break. Poor man was so whipped for the pussy :( I guess you could call it to die for.
Although your time on Coruscant was limited, you did your best to enjoy it. The six months you had spent here so far had been a gift. The environment was truly mesmerizing, and you wanted to share it with Peter. You tried not to call him often, the time difference was just slightly confusing. While six months mightâve passed for you, it had only been a month for your family back home.
You were broken out of your reverie by the buzzing of your holocom, requesting your presence in the council room. Making your way into the room, you told Kaytee to wait by the doors. You stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for them to address you.
âNice to see you it is.â Master yoda said. âA task for you, we have.â
A task? What could they possibly want you to do? There was no way theyâd be sending you on a mission, they never did.
âWe want you to travel to Onderon. They are celebrating their liberation from the separatists. I donât know why but Anakin and Obi Wan would like for you to be present-â Before Mace can finish his sentence he is cut off.
âI believe what Master Windu is trying to say is that they would both like for you to experience what our galaxy has to offer.â Shaak Ti answered for him. âThere will be other Jedi there too, but you will be traveling on your own.â She said. âOh, and please keep in mind, this celebration is also being held in remembrance for Steela, their fallen leader.â
âUnderstood, may I leave now?â Master Yoda gave you a nod, allowing you to leave. You made your way to the hangar, Kaytee following close behind you. Well, it looks like it was time to see Anakin again.
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O N D E R O N
Your journey to Onderon is short, but you take the time to fiddle with Kaytee. Cleaning her up to make her look presentable. Weeks after you were gifted the droid, you took the time to fix her up and reprogram her to your liking. With the touch of a button, you could make her record a hologram, send her your location, or gouge out someone's eye if needed. You truly did love your droid, and you thanked the stars that Stark taught you how to code, program, and build trinkets of your own.
Kaytee lands the ship with a heavy thud, âI know you're excited to see Artoo, but we need to be careful with this ship. Itâs not ours.â You told her, and in return you get a series of apologetic beeps. The door opens with a hiss, you signal for Kaytee to follow you. Stepping off, you notice all of the other ships outside of Iziz. It was like all the entirety of the galactic senate was here, which you really didnât doubt. You felt out of place in your Jedi robes. People were arriving in magnificent, mind blowing outfits. Gowns with tails that trailed far behind them and tuxes with flowy capes. This ball was going to have it all.
The bustle of the market only intensified with the oncomers. You had to make your way to the temple before you got distracted. By the time you reached the temple doors, the crowd lessened, or so you thought. Entering the temple, you were greeted at the sight of hundreds of people. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as people began to turn and stare at you. Screw the Jedi Council for not giving me a nice outfit to change into. Just as you were about to turn around and wander through the market, you heard your voice being called out. You tried to find where the sound was coming from, only to get confused and jolt your head around violently as if you were a loth cat.
âAlyra! Over here!.â Your feet began moving on their own accord. As if you were being drawn to a presence. You come to a screeching halt in front of.. Anakin, of course it's him. Why am I not surprised that the force has literally brought me to him? Along with Obi Wan, R2, and Padme. Oh my god, wait, itâs Padme. I could kiss her right now if I wanted to. But I wonât. That would be weird, wonât it. Kissing her in front of her husband, who is my-
âAlyra, are you alright?â Obi Wan asks, breaking you out of your internal ramble.
âYeah, I was just...trying to take all of this in. Iâve never seen anything like this.â You responded, pretending to look around the temple.
âIt seems like you space out a lot.â He jokes, a smile on his face before he realizes no one else is laughing. He rolls his eyes before continuing, âAnyways, welcome to Onderon. This is my good friend, Senator PadmĂ© Amidala of Naboo.â He turns to face her while he introduces you to her. You hold out a hand, expecting for her to shake it. Instead she walks up to you and takes you within her hold. She hugs you tightly, you can feel her protruding belly.
âItâs so nice to finally meet you! Anakin has talked a lot about you.â Both you and Obi Wan furrow your brows at the mention of Anakin speaking of you. Padme is quick to notice this and corrects herself, âI mean of what heâs mentioned to me about you today. Right, Ani?â She validates.
âYeah, only good things though.â He testified, avoiding your gaze. It was weird that he was mentioning you to his pregnant wife, what was there to talk about? Not to mention the fact that he had been avoiding your presence for months now.
You squinted your eyes at him, âI could only hope so, seeing as though we havenât spoken in awhile.â you accused. What in the world is he up to now?
You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with a comeback, before he can utter a word, heâs interrupted by Padme.
âCâmon, letâs go to your room and get you changed.â Once again, you furrow your brows.
âChanged, what do you mean changed?â You ask her.
âWhat, did you think Iâd just let you roam around the ball in those ugly Jedi robes? Come, Iâll let you borrow one of my dresses.â She drags you away by the arm, Anakin and Obi Wan shouting at her. Something about Jedi robes not being ugly, you couldnât really hear with Padmeâs giggles silencing them. Kaytee letâs out a giggle of her own as she follows you, Artooâs personality rubbing off on her.
Padmé all but practically throws you onto your bed as she ushers one of her handmaidens, Teckla, to bring the dresses into your room. Teckla wheels in a rack filled with elegant looking dresses, along with a bunch of different heels. All looking like they could snap your ankle in half if you walked the wrong way. The first dress she hands you is body conforming up until it reaches your knees, from there it fans out creating a mermaid gown effect. While the dress itself was very beautiful, you thought of it to be too plain for an event like this. You and Padme both share a look before agreeing that this was in fact not the dress.
However, the next dress she hands you is a proper ball gown. You slip it on, taken aback by how heavy the dress was. She walks up behind you to tighten the corset of the gown. She does her best to tighten it up without hurting you, but you canât help let out a wheeze as she gets closer to tying it off.
âSorry, as much as I love this dress, I also hate it. Iâm so glad Iâm pregnant so I donât have to feel it stabbing me at every given chance.â She said, breaking the silence.
âHow many months are you?â You asked.
âIâm six months along now, almost seven.â She finishes tying up the corset before stepping aside. âWhat do you think?â
âWell, it certainly is fit for an event like this and I do think itâs beautiful. But itâs crushing me with every breath I take. I feel like if I sit down, I wonât be able to get back up.â
âRight, well I can fix that.â This time she takes her time picking out the next dress. She lets her fingers brush across the different fabrics, stopping at one that caught her eye. âHere, try this one!â She suggests. By the look on her face, you can already tell that this is the one. The dress is flowy and soft looking. You step into the dress, pleased to find yourself correct. It feels like you have nothing on. Padme helps you zip the dress up, along with clasping together the leather pieces. The light blue tulle layered over the dark blue, almost purple material complimented your skin tone. The dress had a deep v-neck, showing off your cleavage. Right below your collarbone laid a strap of leather, connecting to either side of your thick shoulder straps. From those straps, a thin piece of tulle was stitched on, giving you two separate mini capes for your arms. Aside from a strap of leather covering your spine, the dress is completely backless. It feels like you could go frolicking in this dress. Who am I kidding, Padme probably went frolicking in this dress with Anakin.
âSo, what do you think?â Her tone is hushed, as if she was trying to figure out whether you hated or loved the dress.
âItâs beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.â You respond. âKaytee, what do you reckon?â The droid letâs out a series of delights beeps, showing her contentment towards the dress.
âGreat!â PadmĂ© says before ushering you into a chair. âNow, we're going to do your hair and makeup. So sit still.â For once in your life, you shut up and sit still, allowing Padme to work her magic.
âDo you know the gender?â You asked, your question breaking the silence, and while the atmosphere wasnât exactly awkward, it wasnât comfortable either.
âOh no, Iâd rather not. Itâs not like it matters to me anyways. As long as my child is happy and healthy, then so am I. But itâs ironic because I havenât been to a check up yet.â Padme gently pulls your hair back, leaving two pieces in the front to frame your face. It was simple, not taking any attention away from the dress.
No check up? Maybe thatâs why Padme didnât know she was having twins. âSo you havenât seen a doctor or a medical droid yet?â Your eyes follow her as she pulls makeup out of her bag, her collection vast.
âNo, not really. I donât have very much time to myself due to the fact that Iâm a part of the senate. But I do my best to make sure I stay healthy for my baby and me. I also just want it to be a surprise.â Padme finds a foundation shade similar to your skin tone and blends it in.
âWhat if you have twins? What will you do then?â You probably werenât supposed to be asking her questions like these, but you couldnât help it. Maybe you shouldâve asked why she had so much makeup instead.
âWell..â She sighed while blotting powder all over your face. â..I suppose if it happens, then it happens. Itâs the will of the force.â She finishes powdering your face before moving to your eyebrows. Padme takes an angled brow brush and begins to fill them in, giving it a naturally fuller look.
âSo, you believe in the force?â
âHow could I not? I work so closely with the Jedi, Iâve seen what you guys have done. The father is very close friends with the Jedi.â Padme said, implying that the father was in fact a Jedi. It felt like you were intruding, but then again, you werenât necessarily forcing her to tell you this. You had only met her moments ago and she already trusted you enough with her secrets.
âReally? I thought the Jedi werenât allowed to form attachments?â
âOh⊠we werenât really together. It was sort of a one night thing. But heâs going to be in the childâs life.â She covered up.
The conversation went on like that for a while before Padme announced that she was finished with you. After finishing your makeup and adding some finishing touches to your hair, she finally stepped aside, letting you see yourself in the mirror.
The second you saw yourself, your mouth fell open in shock. You looked absolutely ethereal. Padme kept your makeup very natural to bring out your features. She also added small, white flowers into your hair. You excitedly thanked her and got up to hug her as a way to show your gratitude.
âShall we get going now?â She offered
âOh, if it was alright with you, I was going to stay behind. I have to contact somebody.â You asked
âOf course, Iâll see you later then.â She said before gathering all of her belongings and leaving with Teckla. As Padme arrives, Anakin notices that you werenât with her.
âWhereâs Alyra?â He asked her, eager to see what she would look like out of her Jedi robes.
âShe said she had to talk to someone.â
Meanwhile, in your room you were getting ready to call Peter. Honestly, you had no idea if you had connection on Onderon, but you were about to find out. Taking off your necklace, you were pleased to see the green light, indicating that you were indeed connected to the bridge. You scroll through your contacts before finding Peterâs name. You hit the dial button and wait for it to connect.
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E A R T H
Peter is sleeping when he gets a call, the bracelet on his left hand vibrating. He thinks nothing of it and almost declines the call. That is until he realizes itâs you calling on the bracelet he had designated just for you. He jumps up from his sleeping position and quickly answers your call. Peter canât help but let out a gasp of awe the very second your face pops onto the hologram.
âWhat? Is there something on my face?â You move closer towards the camera and inspect your face, only to find no flaws.
âNothing...itâs just been so long since Iâve seen you like this.â
âLike what?â Your eyebrows scrunch together, the confusion clear on your face.
âAll⊠dolled up.â Peterâs response makes your face blush a hot red. You let out a shy laugh as your hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. He was right, it had been so long since youâve felt this pretty. It felt good, for once you had felt good.
âThanks, Pete. It feels good to be in something other than Jedi robes.â
âNot that Iâm saying you canât be dressed up like this, but exactly why are you so dressed up?â He pondered, he knew it wasnât like the Jedi to go about their duties in exquisite gowns.
âIâm actually on Onderon.â You pan the camera towards the view outside of your window. âThe Jedi have invited me to a celebration of Onderonâs liberation. But also in memory of Steela I believe. I really wish you were here with me. I still donât understand why they couldnât have sent both of us.â
âI miss you too, but you know I have a duty here on Earth.â
âDuty? So did I Peter!â
âYou know I didnât mean it like that. With me being Spiderman-â
âItâs not like they donât have any other superheroes. I mean come on, admit it! You know more about Star Wars than I possibly could. You should be here with me.â You huff out before changing the subject, âAnyways, how are you? Did you end up fixing things with MJ?â
âIâm fine, but no, we didnât. We both agreed that weâd be better off as friends. Besides Iâve already moved on.â He confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Itâs now or never Peter, youâve gotta tell her.
âOh, Iâm sorry to hear about your split. But hopefully you and this new person will work out-â
âItâs you.â He says, abruptly cutting you off. Peter watches you tilt your head as your brows scrunch together again.
âExcuse me?â
âItâs you,â He repeats, taking a deep breath before speaking again, âItâs always been you. I didnât realize it until you had left⊠I didnât think I could miss someone so much.â
âPeterâŠ. I donât know what to say.â You uttered out,
âPlease, say something- anything.â He begged, hoping he hadnât just ruined years of friendship. Peter watches as you open and close your mouth, searching for the right words.
â...I canât.â You say as you shake your head. âI canât be with you, Peter.â
âWhy? Is it because of my age? Come on, Y/N, Iâm only two years younger than you.â He pleads
âItâs not that. Youâre just not the right person for me, Peter. I know it in my very soul.â
âOh yeah? And who is, Anakin?â He taunts, he can feel his eyes water as he watches you look away from him. âNo freakinâ way. Youâve got to be kidding me.â Peter lets out a scoff.
âYouâve got to understand Pete, I love him. I really do.â
âNO! You donât love him. Youâre just obsessed with him. You think you can save him but you canât! No one can! You canât change his destiny.â
âWhat do you even know about love? You canât tell me who I can and canât love. It doesnât work like that. You know nothing about it-â
âI LOVE YOU!â He screams, breaking the silence in his Queenâs apartment, surely waking up May. âWhy isnât that enough?â Peter watches as tears slowly stream down your face as he lets out a few of his own.
âIâve got to see this out until the end, you know that Peter...I could only wish that it was enough, but itâs not. Youâre like a brother to me, donât do this to me. To our friendship...Iâve got to go now.â
âNo, you donât get to leave again-â
âIâm sorry, goodbye, Peter.â You end the call and Peter is left staring at the wall, mouth hung open in shock. He couldnât believe this just happened to him. He faintly makes out the sound of Aunt May knocking on his door.
Without waiting for a response, she cracks open his door. She takes notice of the tears falling off of his face and closes her mouth. Aunt May is silent as she makes her way across his room, holding her arms out for him. Peter gratuitously accepts her embrace, his sobs muffled by her clothes.
No words are spoken as Peter cries his heart out, never in a million years did he think youâd be the one to break him.
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The Line Is Erased: Day 24: SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN!
Hello there! This is the first time I write a RQG fic and itâs going to beâŠrusty (NO ITâS NOT A PUN). Since I donât want to be depressing AF and I FUCKING KNOW MYSELF, I am going to choose to write from outsiderâs PoV, with a teeny tiny group of characters that just happen to be around on the background.
Also, after writing the first one I realised how much this podcast motivates me to keep saying âyesâ to my friendsâ campaigns and that is always a good choice for many reasons, so this is homage to all of us, people playing as our always very particular characters and suffering because of dices and masters!
SoâŠthat is that.
Here is my contribution for Day 24: Paris + The crack in the ceiling bringing the house down (house might not be the most appropriate term), prompts given by @the-line-is-erased on Tumblr.
From now on, I found the perfect excuse to officially start my relisten of the show! HAHA! Well, at first it is going to be a bit silly: choosing an episode that cover at least one of the prompts to have it MORE THAN FRESH. This time, ep. 54. (I SWEAR I DIDNâT REMEMBER HOW EMOTIONAL ZOLFâS MORAL QUANDRUM GOT BY THE END, THAT MOMENT WAS SO GOOD).
Do forgive me for any possible screw-ups (as well as for my quick tipper, non-native speaker writer).
Allons-y!
TW: mentions of suicide
âOk, we managed to use the special juice of Paris right before it went downâŠone wonders how that happened, uh. Man; that was almost as close as some uni deadlinesâŠâ
âFor the last time Nym, donât bring in university issues to my game. Also, the comment about the Paris supercomputer going down? A bit too meta.â
âI thought you loved meta Aurora.â
âYes, butâŠnever mind, we are just going to pretend nobody else heard your commentâŠyou were talking to your Goddess, fine?â
âDo I have any saying?â
âNOPE.â
Nym blinked a couple of times, what has that been?
âDid you say something?â Tara inquired.
âReligious businessâ the rest of her party, one of the less religious groups one could ever wish to find, just pretended not to be cynical about it and they kept going on circles in the room, while deciding what to do next.
After a few eternal minutes, she stood up. She wasnât about to go into the unknown without a good reason (she had never been the reckless type), but she was getting far too bored and, even though she hadnât been previously speaking to her goddess, the paladin knew she would soon contact her and, maybe, this time she was the one that had to go after Nemesis.
She had a feeling about it.
She heard the sound of a dice; she knew her companions hadnât caught up with what that sound meant (it wasnât as if she was cent per cent sure herself), but she had learnt she was about to have the chance to be pretty sure about her suspicions (or not).
YES, Nemesis wanted her to go toâŠThe Louvre? FOR REAL?!
She loved art, that much was true but, with that horrible crystal pyramidâŠIf Vincent wasnât cursed with not being able to appear in cities he had put his feet on while alive, he would likely kill himself again after seeing it.
She shrugged and decided to ask around whether someone wanted to come with her, since they were apparently doing nothing at all.
âWant to come to The Louvre? Might be important for the mission.â
Tara refused with a head movement.
âAgnes and I are staying, we think we might be able to work out what these texts refer toâŠâ the vishkanya next to her nodded in agreement and gave them a thumbs up that tried (and failed) to not be kind of threatening.
Yorick, on the other side, was on their feet the moment she opened her mouth.
âI am sure the Paris scene will love me!â
âYou sure? The city felt pretty empty for a week dayâŠâ
âFor nowâ they smirked and she sighed as saying âitâs your grave you are diggingâ. Â Then, she turned to Saulis, who immediately decided to join too.
After all, Paris felt like the perfect place to test-prove one of his home-made hustles, didnât it?
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Just as they were leaving the hotel, they felt as their legs froze on place, forcing them to turn back. Then, after a couple of minutes of confusion, they realised.
âShit! We donât actually know the city geography!â
They went to the concierge, who had the face of someone who had had to deal with someone not worth their likely low income.
âHi, do you have a map of the city or something?â
âYou know you are speaking French, right?â
Nym felt automatically upset, HOW DID THE CONCIERGE DARED TO DOUBT HER LANGUAGE ABILITIES.
âOf course I am; why would you ask such a questionâŠpal?â
âBoy is fine (I guessâŠ). Itâs justâŠmaking sure, someâŠguests. Here you goâ he handled them the map and they now felt capable of leaving the building.
She hated when her body decided not to respond correctly. Like on fights; why did she patiently wait until other people were doing whatever?
Dumb biology, she guessed.
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They lost Saulis when, after a pale woman clumsily tried to stole something from the market and a crowd imitated her act, every one of the street stopped paying attention to some locals of expensive firms that were, curiously enough, closed with extremely complex locks on them (the tieflingâs favourites).
He had some robbing to do.
Then, there they were; at the feet of the crystal pyramids
âUglyâ Yorick commented, and she nodded.
A gargoyle passed nearby and they both waved at it.
Then, Nemesis spoke to her and she started climbing the thing up to the top while Yorick just froze in place, too shocked to do anything.
Once on top, the dicesâ sound appeared again.
âShit. I guess I only make a small breachâŠâ
âAnd only because you brought me chocolate cookies with almonds.â
âAurora, your generosity knows no limits.â
âI am aware, shall we continue?â
âYes, yes, I just had an ideaâŠâ
A lightbulb illuminated in Nymâs mind.
âYorick! People were pretty mad on the streets; use the spelly-thingy to lure some of them here!â
âWhy?â
âJust do it! They ought to climb this thing.â
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And so they did, the horrible crystal pyramid crumbling down; nobody truly noticing as revolts were filling the whole city.
âSoâŠwhy wanted Nemesis to destroy thatâŠthing?â
Nym dismissed her own answer with a hand gesture.
âNothing important; she hated it and thought I had been asking for too many favours lately.â
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Extra notes for flavour: Nym is my character for a RPG my friend created (bless his patience and craftsmanship) that is right now in stand-by, though both Nyms share race, gender and some basic personality traits, they are kind of pretty different in any other possible aspect. (Gosh, now I want to ârecoverâ that campaign tooâŠ)
Yeah, I made the crystal pyramids already be there (and being only one). Why? Because I bloody hate them and WANTED TO CRUSH THEM TO THE GROUND.
Also, COOKIES TO RPG SESSIONS WITH FRIENDS SUPREMACY!
As usual, likes/kudos (depending if you are reading this on Tumblr or AO3), feedback and random comments ARE SO HIGHLY APPRECIATED.
The title of the story is from the song I listen to at least once a month (in its different variations) since December of 2012: âDo You Hear the People Sing?â from Les Mis. Without that musical, I wouldnât have fallen in love with musical theatre, saved my life helping with my struggles, make me give â36 Questionsâ an opportunity, which lead into me thinking âey, maybe listen to ONE podcast on Halloween 2020â, discover TMA, which made me recover completely the writer inside of me (which improved my mental state âand, therefore, also helped physically and socially-) and also got me into podcastsâŠas this one (NOW I CANNOT SCAPE, PLEASE DONâT HELP).
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Also, thanks to the TMA discord channel that posted this prompts! You are lovely, gracias!
Long life and prosperity,
Marla
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âą Golden Hue
â” Summary: A small series of events leads to you spending your free afternoon on a hill with your friend Gundham Tanaka
â” Pairing: Gundham Tanaka/ Female! Reader
â” Genre: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Bonding, Deep Talk, Mutual Pining,
â” Word Count: 1.637kÂ
â” Y/Nâs Talent: UnspecifiedÂ
â” Authors Note: AHDIHDHKBD IM SORRY I CANNOT WRITE GUNDHAM DIALOG FOR SHIT SO IM SORRY DONT ATTACK ME IM TRYING SKDSJDBJJHB
Exhaustion.
That was the only you could way you could describe how you felt. A deep lethargy had lay to rest in your body and etched itself into your bones.Â
School was always making you work hard but this part week had really overworked you. Finally the weekend was coming up and all you wanted to do was lie down and sleep forever until you were nothing but a memory.
But life has a funny way of changing things.Â
You see, you never were supposed to be outside at the park in the first place. But before you could get to your dorm you had been stopped by Mahiru to talk to you about being a model for some of her cottage-core photos, then when you finally got to your dorm you realised you had locked your keys inside your dorm. and when you went to find the ultimate lock-pick you were stopped by another one of your friends who was looking for their missing dog.
And thatâs how you ended up at the park at 7:38pmÂ
The sun was starting to hang low in the sky and you couldnât see anyone else at the park except for your friend who was climbing the statue and yelling out their dogs name. And not to be rude but you wanted to hurry up and find this dog so you could go home. Hearing a bark in the distance past the trees you yelled to your friend who mustâve heard the same thing as they jumped down from the statue and ran toward the noise, Before they did turning at you to yellÂ
âplease stay here in case Iâm wrong!â
So now there you were. Alone in the park and waiting for your friend to come back. Tired and beginning to hit the wall as they say you slowly walked over to the nearby hill, somehow managing to make it to the top without falling over. Flopping into the grass you lay down.
You didnât even hear footsteps until someone lay right next to you.Â
âHello There Mortalâ
Ah, Your lips twisted into a small smile as there was only one person you knew who had that mixture of the way they talked and how deep their voice was.Â
Gundham Tanaka.Â
Right then you couldnât even be bothered to lift your head so you kept your eyes closed and smiled in awareness.Â
âHey Gundhamâ
âOur meeting must have been foreseen by the elder gods as I have been thinking about our last meetingâ
The last time youâd seen Gundham was a few weeks ago when one of his Four Dark Devas had wandered off and ended up in your room. Your roommate (having a cat) was not fond of this as San-D nearly became San-Dead if it wasnât for you recognising him and deciding to bring him back to his master. But the fact that as soon as the hamster saw you it decided to jump at you and hide in your clothes.Â
To be honest even though you were friends you hadnât seen each other in a while. But neither one of you saw the need to explain or give your excuses. You both were ultimate's at Hopes Peek Academy of course you werenât always gonna have time to hang out. But seeing this moment as a chance to catch up you slowly opened your eyes and had the pleasure of getting an eye full of a beautiful lemonade pink sky. And as a soft wind blew making the flowers and grass tickle your sides you couldnât remember the last time you felt this okay.Â
âHowâs life been treating you?â You craned your head lightly to see the boys face. His eyes fixated on the sky he answered you without much thought.Â
âAs well as life at this academy can beâ
Nodding you turned your head back to face the sky.Â
âHave you ever thought about the fact that when weâre looking at the sky weâre not just looking at the sky but out into space and far far into the universe?â
Shaking his head he seemed to change the way he looked at the sky as if he was considering what you just said.
âWell is there any proof that any of this matters and were not living on a giant dog write now? For all we know we could be made up things in San-Dâs headâ
He chuckled at that. And a tiny head poked out of his scarf as if it had heard its name. You wouldnât be shocked if he did recognise his name given how amazing Gundhams Ham- uh Devas were.Â
Crawling across the grass and onto the chest the tiny creature looked down at you and feeling a laugh rise from your gut you dramatically gasped and threw your hand over your head. âI have been defeatedâ
You couldnât see from the angle but were pretty sure Gundham was rolling his eyes as the rest of the Devas seemed to want to join in on the conquering of planet (Y/N) as Cham-P waddled over to you and crawled on top of you as well while Maga-Z and Jum-P seemed to be happy on Gundhams head and chest.Â
âIf we are all living in Sand-Dâs head I can guarantee that I would be ruling over everyone as the supreme leader of the Tanaka Empire!â
You giggled slightly, Even when the two of you were alone if was rare of him to break character, which is why it was a shock when he saidÂ
âMaybe all of this is just in our headsâ
But you learned not to make a big deal of it when Gundham dropped some of his walls. You wanted to make him comfortable so whether he was Tanaka the Forbidden One or just Gundham you still talked to him like you were (Y/N).
âI heard about a thing called Solipsism, Itâs basically a theory where everything you see is created by your own mind like you saidâ
âOh really?â He titled his head quizzically, which looked a bit weird since he was lying on the ground but he still managed to pull it off. Swatting at your leg feeling something itch before realising it was just one of the flowers you turned your head to look at him once more. A deep feeling of happiness set into your gut as you began to realise how much youâd missed Gundham, even just talking to him like this made you feel so....whole. Even though you hadnât known each other as long as others at the school have. Youâd only known each other for about a year now it definitely didnât feel like it.Â
To say that you bonded easier with Gundham than the others would be an understatement. An odd testament when you realise exactly how different Gundham is to the rest of your classmates. But to you, that just made him more approachable.Â
Yawning slightly you leaned up, putting your arm on the ground next to him hovering over his head. Picking one of the flowers you smile lazily as you tucked it behind his ear.Â
âItâs very hard to explain so to cut it short its basically the belief that nothing outside your mind existsâ
Laying back down you couldnât but laugh, There was a deep pink tint to his cheek. Though you couldnât tell whether it was from the sunset or a blush at first you managed when the sky changed from pink to orange, and then the hue lighting his face was almost golden. But the pink was still there, and it matched with the flower youâd put behind his ear very nicely.Â
âIf everything around me is my imagination your the best thing I could come up withâ
If you werenât sure his cheeks were pink before you were now. And you began to worry youâd overstepped your bounds. Moving to quickly get up and apologise but his hand reached out across your stomach and slowly pulled you back down onto the grass with him. Turning your head back to face him you saw one of his rare smiles, though he had pulled his scarf up past his mouth you looked over at Jum-P on his chest and couldnât help but giggle at the hamsters knowing look.Â
His hand reached out and picked a flower, but he mustâve lingered with it in his hand for to long as Maga-Z jumped off his head and and grabbed it out of his hand, crawling over to you and pushing it behind your ear.Â
His voice came out a little muffled due to the scarf over his mouth but you still heard him well enough.Â
âTell me more about that theoryâ
â” â” â” â” â” â”
Epilogue:
It was pretty dark by the time the two of you decided to go back to your dorms. And it was only halfway there you remembered.
âFuck!â
Gundham looked over at you confused.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
You sighed, âShit I forgot my dorm room is locked, I was supposed to go find a locksmith but then my friend needed help finding her dog-â
He interrupted your rambling by grabbing your hand.Â
âYou can spend the night at mineâ
By now you were used to Gundham talking normally. But you shook your head.
âI couldn't-â
âYouâve got nowhere to go, As long as you donât mind a few animals you can stay with meâ
You looked up at him, he was already pulling you toward his dorm.Â
âIâm not leaving someone I care about in the cold when I can helpâ
As he opened the door to his dorm a smile stretched onto your face. You had to remember to thank your friend later, and give her dog a snack.Â
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