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flowerxguts · 1 year

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Hi I just wanted to say I loooveee your ocs so much 😭😭😭 they’re actually so cool and silly and awesome and im honestly going crazy 😭😭😭 your writing is really amazing !!! I’d love to hear more

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THANK YOU SO SO MUCHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHH i’ve never had anyone who wasn’t already my friend comment about my ocs so this is so so special to me literally thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my fic + send me this it means so much to me AAHHH you just made me week <33333

my entire page is dedicated to my ocs so if you’re interested you can always scroll!! i post metas + snippets of fics/ ficlets + and a lottt of art. i’m always open to asks and explaining things because i’m well aware i don’t have a big explanation post with all my ocs and their universe (i’m working on that trust) honestly i’m open to any asks ever you can request anything you want and there’s a 99% chance i’ll do it

here’s an older fic of mine i never planned on posting (it takes place a few years before What Are We Gonna Do Now? which acts as a parallel of their relationship in this fic) in appreciation of your ask <33

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“Eleanor?”

Dion can hear Damiens voice coming from behind him, the sound of footsteps accompanying. He doesn’t move from his hunched position over the roofs railing, not even to glance an acknowledgment to his friend.

In all honesty, Dion had heard him when he was climbing up the fire escape, but chose to blatantly ignore it, avoiding the inevitable emotional probing questions for as long as possible.

And Damien was, in fact, asking one of those questions. He was asking “what’s wrong?” or “what are you thinking about?” in a round-about way where he asked if the obvious answer to the question was right.

Usually, it would annoy Dion a bit, but tonight he is almost grateful that he doesn’t have to say her name himself.

Damien comes to stand next to him, leaning against the railing of the roof just as Dion is. He is looking at his friend expectantly, waiting for a direct answer. Dion just grunts in response, flicking the end of his lit cigarette.

Damien seems unphased by this, still determined to be there for him.

“She was your kid, man.”

Something within Dion aches, a heart string snaps. Eleanor wasn’t his daughter, not in her eyes.

He grimaces, an ugly feeling washing over him “She wasn’t my kid; She was my sister.”

Was.

He can feel the look Damien is giving him before he even looks over. Dion is lying. Anybody who ever met him would know this. After little delay he dares to dart a glance to his left and is immediately met with a pitiful look, raw with emotion.

He can’t find it within himself to argue, so he lowers his head in grief, resigning whatever rebuttal he had at the ready.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

“You raised her.” Damien states, still attempting to back up his claim. He reaches over Dion, grabbing the cigarette for a moment.

Dion snorts, staring down to the sidewalk in front of their home, the gate is locked because no one else is coming home. Everyone who lives here is present. He scrunches his nose in disappointment, “Clearly not with enough common sense.”

Damien frowns. “You’re being hard on her, Dee.”

Neither say anything for a moment. Dion doesn’t want to talk, not really, but Damien’s here now to do just that, so he might as well not fight it. He’s too exhausted to anyways. And at least Damien had the decency to leave him alone for a few hours beforehand.

Dion’s ears twitch at the sound of a heavy sigh after about a minute or two of silence. The cigarette is returned to his hand and he’s grateful.

“…I’m not saying I agree with her, but…”

Damien pauses, looking at Dion as if though to test the waters. Dion is looking at him, open to hearing what he has to say, but now it seems as if he can’t get the words out.

Damien bows his head, voice much quieter than before, “I mean, if Elizabeth was right and our mom was… not how I remember,” he swallows, afraid at the very notion that he had twisted his own memory. Hesitant to admit the possibility that his sister could’ve had some justification for what she had done.

“…and she came back to me after all those years, saying she’s changed and wants another chance…” Damien looks up at Dion before continuing, pursuing eye contact. Dion can’t help but notice that his eye bags appear more prominent in the nights ambient lighting. He looks younger, smaller.

Desperate, his mind supplies, he needs you to understand this.

“I’d still fall for it.”

Dion’s aware of how his face changes, how he furrows his brows and his jaw hangs open in shock.

The declaration took him by surprise.

The truth is he doesn’t know the full extent of what Elizabeth had claimed about her and Damien’s mother, but to say that even if Elizabeth’s alleged justifications for killing their mother were true, that Damien would still risk it for a chance, was no less than horrifying. Dion’s thoughts run rampant, trying to fully digest the information and apply it to his sisters own situation.

Even after all the horrible things their mom had done, a childhood of nothing but neglect and drug use, choosing to ignore the way all her convict boyfriends would look at her daughter, barely even glancing in their direction, Eleanor had been hanging onto hope that she could have a mother. She wanted someone, older. To hold her, soothe her, teach her how to get by in the world. Someone who would love her unconditionally.

He had done all those things. He had raised her. There’s no reason she needs to run to anyone else for those things, he wants to scream.

Dion feels a surge of energy, but before he could shake his head and begin arguing, Damien cuts him off, turning his head away to hide his face.

“Fuck, man. What kid wouldn’t do anything to see their mom again? What person wouldn’t?”

“Me.” Dion spits, anger boiling to the surface. “I wish I’d gone the rest of my life without ever seeing her.”

Damien sighs, hands curling into fists. He is still not looking at his friend, head still turned off to the side. Something in his tone is pleading.

“Dion you knew your mom. Know her. Eleanor doesn’t. You protected her from it. And now she’s old enough to make the choice herself to stay. How old was she when you left with her?”

“Eight… maybe nine.” He responds thoughtfully.

When he looks to his left his eyes meet Damien’s.

Something within him clicks.

Damien had been in Eleanor’s situation in a way.

Dion had made the choice for Eleanor at the time. To take her away. When she was younger she didn’t want to leave, but she had listened to her older brother, because what else could she do? She trusted him, even if he hadn’t given her a reason at the time. She never really knew the reality of what their situation was because Dion wouldn’t let her. He did not regret that. Not in the slightest. But he can’t lie and claim that he’s denied his little sister the right to know their mother.

Damien’s older sister had taken their mother away, stealing the chance to know her entirely.

Damien understands Eleanor even better than he does in this circumstance, and it stings. While Damien and Eleanor’s situations weren’t the same, they bore similarities in one key factor: their older siblings hadn’t let them know their mother.

He wants to say that seeing the pain on Damien’s face now twists something in him. That the reminiscent plea in his eyes, the begging to be understood, reminding him so much of a younger version of Eleanor, makes him regret taking her. He stares, trying to change his own mind to no avail. He was right in what he had done. He knows that. He had to be right.

His eyes start to water, a new memory fizzling to the surface of his mind.

“The last thing I said to her was that she can’t come back.”

Damien gives a sympathetic smile, his tone is warm when his responds, “You didn’t mean that though, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. Not anymore.” He states. He had said it out of a place of childish anger.

“Well, she’ll come running back and when you see her you’ll hold her in your arms and it’ll all be forgotten.” The words are kind, spoken so softly they make the hair on the boys arms prick up.

“No.” Dion shakes his head, eyes downcast to the ground. He can’t forget this. Because he knows the voice in his head that keeps begging, after everything I sacrificed to save you, please stay, even after Eleanor has gone, will never go away. “I’ll take her in my arms but i’m not going to forget this.”

Damien isn’t smiling now, but the look in his eyes is still kind, “That’s enough.” he replies earnestly.

Dion doesn’t look at his friend. He stays silent, stuck in his head. His last interaction with his sister hadn’t been kind. And if somehow their mother was able to stay clean for her, would that be it? Would that be how it all ended between them?

“Hey,” Damien’s voice is so gentle you’d think he was talking to a wounded animal. He reaches out, warm palm pressing against the nape of his friends neck. His fingers wrap lightly around the base, thumb running over the shaved portion of his hair.

The physical connection pulls Dion from his spiral.

“You did everything you could for her. You protected her, but some things you just have to learn on your own. It’s out of your hands.”

After a moment his friends touch retracts and a long-forgotten cigarette is plucked from his hand.

“…I’d take the bitch to court if I could.”

It’s the truth. If he could have custody, have the legal justification to tell his mother that she has no right to the child he raised, he would. In a heartbeat. Even if it meant his life would never be his again.

It’s not like it ever was in the first place, a voice in his head muses.

He swallows, feeling guilty, because he knows he didn’t mind that. He’d give up his childhood a millions times, relive it all, if it meant Eleanor was safe, here, with him and not with her.

Damien barks a laugh, clearly not as emotionally preoccupied as Dion. He quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, then continues in a lighter tone.

“Yeah, the day we have enough money for a lawyer and aren’t living paycheck to paycheck.”

“Paycheck.” The statement is more than laughable to Dion, pulling him from his contemplative state, and causing his lips to curl into a disbelieving smile. “You’re a fucking dealer.”

“Okay,” Damien all but scoffs, though there’s a humored twinge he can’t seem to separate from his voice. When Dion glances Damien’s way he can see that he’s fighting a smile, trying his best to look dead serious. He fails, miserably so, breaking out into a full-toothed grin. It’s infectious. He meets Dions eyes, continuing, “well then, when my small business takes off, don’t expect me to pitch in.”

The two boys break out in a fit of laughter from the shear ridiculousness of the claim. Damien shushes him, clapping his arm and looking back towards the fire escape. The cigarette they’d been passing back and fourth rested between Dion’s fingers, burnt close to nothing. The low embers heat creeped up to the older boys fingers, though he didn’t stub it out. He sighed deeply, relishing in the pain a moment, breathing in and out. In and out. It grounded him, cleared his head.

The quiet drags on, and the air settles heavy around them, all previous joy having been fleeting.

In the distance what is likely a prostitute can be heard calling out to men, attempting to entice them with crude language. There’s loud laughter from nearby bars, as well as yelling, bar fights likely. Sirens, though relatively quiet, can be heard ringing from somewhere farther North.

For a moment, Dion almost thinks maybe it’s for the best she got out of here, and it hurts.

“I thought you promised Morgan you’d stop dealing.”

There’s a beat of silence, then two. Damien seems hesitant to answer. There’s a huff, not quite a laugh, but an exhale with some form of humor.

“I promised her I wasn’t going to be ‘fucking stupid’.” The way Damien says the words, there’s evident affection, but also very evident quotation. Hell, Dion can practically hear Morgan saying it. “Money is good right now. It’s getting us by comfortably.”

Dion doesn’t respond. Silence falls between the two once more.

The mood shifts gradually, an unspoken agreement of the conversations conclusion is reached.

Neither move for a minute or so, soaking in the others presence, the cold February breeze biting at their skin.

Dion continued looking out mindlessly at the town, his eyes having long blurred. He was too stuck in his own thoughts to care to refocus them. A million thoughts all following the general consensus of Eleanor was really all he could think.

While his conversation with Damien may have concluded, it didn’t mean he was able to stop thinking about it.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as his friend reaches over, wincing slightly as he grabs the burnt-to-nothing cigarette, stubbing it out on the rusted railing.

“Alright, I’m going to head in. Gotta get back before Morgan completely takes over my side, that is, if she hasn’t already.” Damien states with some degree of casualty.

Dion wants to smile. He does. He wants to give a knowing look to his friend, hell, make fun of him for how domesticated he is. But he doesn’t. He stays staring out at the illuminated town. One his sister was not in.

He registers the sound of receding footsteps, but still doesn’t make an effort to move. Mulling over the conversation, a thought suddenly rushes forefront to his mind.

“Damien.” he hears his voice before he can even think.

“Yeah?”

The brunette stops and turns around, curious.

“Are you using?”

They both understand wordlessly what he means: Are you shooting up? Because honestly Dion could care less about his friend getting high.

He turns his head back, eyebrows knit together. He chews on the inside of his cheek, fear bubbling inside him.

Damien’s face is straight. It’s rare to see him with an expression completely devoid of humor, or at least of a softer emotion. The air between the two is tight and all of a sudden it seems twenty degrees colder. Dion knows these words are heavier than a ton of bricks. He wishes he didn’t have to ask the question at all. He trusts him, but not enough to be sure he can help himself. Because if he is dealing again, who’s to say?

“No. I’m not.”

“Good.” Dion says, because there’s nothing else he can say.

He’ll take the words at face value. The last thing he can deal with right now is Damien losing his shit. If he was able to think before her spoke, maybe he wouldn’t have asked. But he asked. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep if he didn’t ask.

“Do I need to worry about that?” Damien asks, curtly nodding towards the stubbed out cigarette.

Dion follows his eyes, feeling his teeth automatically clamp down harder on his cheek, blood festering.

Of course he would notice.

There’s still no trace of emotion on his friends face, only an earnest look that reaches his eyes in a way that makes Dion feel sick. He wishes he could say that Damien was just saying this out of a place of anger, that he was only insulting him because he was the first to ask are you still an addict. He wishes he could say no.

“I wouldn’t dwell on it.”

Damien clicks his tongue, eyes roaming over Dion skeptically.

For a moment Dion is worried that he isn’t going to get out of this. That instead of grieving alone Damien wouldn’t leave, looking over his shoulder the whole night. Waiting. Maybe in silence, maybe with mundane conversation. Staring at the inside of his bicep when he thought Dion wasn’t looking, like any minute the scars would magically revert back to fresh wounds, start bleeding again.

“Well, you know where to find me.” Damien sighs, defeated.

“Yup.” The response is automatic, mindless. He feels relieved for a moment. He wants to care more, to appreciate his friends concern, but he can’t find it within himself right now.

“I’m serious, Dee. You wake my ass up if you need me.”

Dion pushes himself up a bit, no longer leaning his full weight on the railing. He hopes the action will mean something to Damien, that standing on his own two feet will somehow prove that he doesn’t need a crutch right now.

One hand remains on the bar of the railing.

“I promise.”

He’s finally looking at Damien head on, eyes fully taking in the worried look on his face. His friends lips are taut and lines have formed between his eyebrows. Damien’s shoulders are slouched in a defeated manner Dion can’t stand. Guilt washes over him, he looks down, unable to meet brown eyes. For a moment he considers, a million different options run through his head. He settles on one after a fair few seconds of deliberation.

Dion gives his softest smile back. He means it.

Damien nods, the smallest bit of relief finally tainting his lips.

He disappears to the side of the old building without another word, swinging himself over the edge and climbing down the fire escape.

Dion waits to hear his friend’s shoes hit the cold concrete of the buildings floors with a familiar thud, but no such sound comes. His eyebrows knit together after a moment of unpredicted silence. He didn’t hear a splat, meaning his friend thankfully hadn’t fallen off the side of the building, but why was he so quiet? It takes him a moment to piece together the logic, exhaustion slowing him down, but he exhales in amusement as he realizes: Morgan was sleeping.

It makes sense now. The hand over his mouth at his own abrupt laughter, shushing Dion’s, his overall hushed tone. Damien didn’t want to wake her up.

He really is in it bad.

Once he confirms his friend has safely made it inside, Dion rubs his eyes, the full weight exhaustion coming over him. He yawns, looking out at the town again, resuming his position.

The I love you is unspoken.

#tw: referenced/implied sh #jesus i never realized this was so long #anyways anyways #i’m working on fics 24/7 (i have like 10 started and some of them are like 90% of the way done)#so i’ll make sure to post them now that i know you’re interested!!#i’d say i hope you don’t think im weird and strange after this but weird and strange is such a wonderful thing to be so instead i hope you #enjoy it #<3 #talk to me whenever!!!#->#oc fic #oc: dion #oc: damien #oc: eleanor #oc: morgan

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alissi-p · 9 months

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Having heartstrings blow up the way it did is honestly really embarrassing because truthfully I cannot STAND my part of the collab. Eleanor's tuning is BAD and the mixing is BAD and MoChen's voice was NOT as pitched down as I thought it was and its generally a mess.

but i'm glad you guys like it at least

my NYR to remake songs less is really killing me rn

#shattered hearts #our shattered hearts #heartstrings #alissi p #puppet sh #sh puppet #synth v #eleanor forte

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1d1195 · 4 months

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From me: Just a silly little thing I was thinking about. Not a lot of background. Probably has some plot holes. Currently thinking it will not continue.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers (you came, you called)

Summary: She doesn't like Harry. Which is fine because Harry doesn't like her either. Except both of them are lying.

Harry didn’t like her. But to be fair, she didn’t like him either. For albeit stupid reasons on both their parts that had prolonged throughout their lives. She was best friends with Eleanor. By proxy Eleanor’s boyfriend Louis and his circle of friends were therefore inextricably linked to her. Which meant she and Harry were around each other.

A lot.

To everyone’s dismay.

It was an offhanded comment, one that Harry never should have made but it soured her to pieces. “Only an idiot would do something like that,” he said, quietly. Only Louis overheard.

And her.

That was Harry’s mistake.

But she wouldn’t take it lying down. Harry could call her stupid all he wanted; she wouldn’t let anyone get away with saying it to her. So she told him off.

It was probably the first time in his life anyone had ever stood up to him. She found that when people were attractive, they were more likely to get away with bullshit that others would put up with even though they didn’t need to. Someone like Harry was more likely to say whatever he wanted and just assumed no one would tell him off because he was pretty.

Harry shouldn’t have called her an idiot. It wasn’t kind. Maybe he was jealous because honestly, watching her follow her passion was admirable and if the light hit her just right maybe he would have agreed that she was cool for doing what she wanted despite all the naysayers like him.

Even if it was embarrassing to be told off in front of their friends.

“Damn,” Louis whispered making everyone snicker. Harry was fuming. His eyes practically turned red with anger while he glared at her.

So, they weren’t friendly.

But given they were stuck in one another’s lives they learned to be... cordial. As cordial as two people could be when she absolutely wanted to claw his eyes out.

An hour.

That was how long she waited inside before she realized it was no use. No new messages, no phone calls. Nothing.

For whatever reason, she imagined Harry’s smug smile saying something to the effect of “I told y’were an idiot.”

It fueled her anger, and she silently blamed him for her date’s inability to appear. Which made no sense at all. Harry had no idea she was even on a date. But she had waited too long and honestly couldn’t disagree with the British voice mocking her inside her head. She was an idiot for waiting so long.

Her phone gave her more disappointing news but she was grateful she had service.

“Hey, uh... Uber is going to be... a wait,” she mumbled quietly standing just inside the entryway of the restaurant she had stayed at far longer than any sane person would have. “I know you’re on a date, I’m so sorry. I just... any chance you’re around to come get me?” She asked through her phone. The anxiety filled her lungs and a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was so typical that she didn’t have anyone to come get her.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Louis and I have been drinking and—”

She nodded, closing her eyes. She knew it was a long shot. If it were any other time, she had no doubt Eleanor and Louis would be there for her. “Oh, you know what,” she laughed quietly. “The app just updated their time. They’ll only be five minutes,” she assured her. “Sorry to bother you,” she sighed looking at the time on the app that increased by another half hour.

“Not at all, you know I’d be there as soon as I could,” Eleanor assured her.

She texted her mom, her sister, even her sister’s boyfriend and was met with no response from any party. Her toes were numb from the chill in the air and uncomfortable shoes. It was unfair. No one was there for her when she needed them. Ever. It sounded so dramatic but it was true. She wanted one nice thing. She wanted a nice date. A night out. It wasn't supposed to be hard.

Anxiety rolled through her with each passing second on the cold street. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her contacts one last time and realized there was one and only option left. But she sure as hell wasn't going to call him.

Are you busy?

Is this a joke?

Well, that was a short-lived idea. God, he was the worst.

Forget it.

What? Your date stood you up?

I said FORGET IT.

Why did you text me, then?

Lapse in judgment. Won’t happen again.

Her phone illuminated with Harry’s contact, no picture. Just his name. Not even an emoji to recognize she had known him for ten years. She may as well have had his number for no longer than a week. “What?” She snapped.

He snorted. “Let’s get it straight, love. You contacted me.”

“And I told you to, ‘forget it.’”

“Are y’seriously that stubborn y’won’t tell me?”

“No, I’m not stubborn,” she was very much so stubborn. “I will not let you berate me and call me stupid or make fun of me for going on a fucking date. I needed help and I will admit. I was stupid to call you thinking you would do anything but sit on your throne of self-adoration and help someone else. As I said, it was a lapse in judgment. Good. Bye.”

With an invigorated sense of frustration and anger, she had determined walking was her best bet. It had only been five minutes since she spoke to him. Her feet were aching, the chill gripping every inch of her body, when a car slowed beside her. It parked and she heard the door open. She didn’t turn around. Anxiety crept through her veins. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, and she tried to remember the self-defense moves she had learned in a seminar put on by her dorm her freshman year of college.

“How much for an hour?” Harry’s voice cut through the cold air. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to snap something at him. But the relief crushed her; she couldn’t help but feel grateful for his familiar voice.

“You couldn’t afford me,” she grumbled turning back toward him. He was leaning against the side of his car—just by the front wheel. Ankles crossed; hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. He looked like a model for either the car or his coat. Hell, he could have been a model for the laces of his shoes. He was utterly beautiful.

He scanned her up and down. “S’that how you dress for all your first dates?”

“Shut the fuck up, Harry,” she muttered. A blush painted her cheeks as he scanned her. It felt so judgmental she wanted to punch him. She stood in front of him several feet away, eyeing him suspiciously. She didn’t know how he knew where she was. Didn’t know why he even decided to show up. Honestly, she thought maybe he was just driving around and was going to just get back in his car and leave her.

He snorted, scuffed the bottom of his shoe on the sidewalk. “You look nice.”

“Nice?” She repeated. “Is this a joke?”

“A lapse in judgment,” he rolled his eyes. “Are you getting in or what?” He asked pushing himself off his car and opening the passenger door.

“Why did you even come here?” She asked. The warmth from his car hit her like a blanket and she wanted nothing more than to dive in and snuggle into the front seat, blast the hot air at her toes, and fall asleep against the heated seat he knew she had from all the times Eleanor talked about it.

But she was stubborn.

“Obviously it was a mistake,” he closed the door again and made his way toward the driver’s side. “Could leave you here instead,” he shrugged eyeing her over the top of his car. Like a game of chess. It was her move. She glared at him and put her hand on the car handle. He locked the door as she pulled and smirked at her. “So easy,” he mumbled.

She thought taking her chances walking would be better—her toes were going to fall off and the numbness was creeping up her ankles and making way for her legs. “Oh, forget it,” she grumbled and stalked back down the sidewalk.

Harry groaned as if truly pained by her existence. “Oh, for God’s sake, love! It was a joke,” he was by her side before she had taken ten full steps.

“What are you doing here, Harry? Huh? Just here to rub salt in the wound? I got stood up, okay? You were right. Happy? I just wanted to—”

“Idiot.”

Fury pulsed through her at his interruption. At the insult. She slapped his cheek before she could say anything else. Before she could think of anything else. His head was still turned to the side when she marched further down the street without waiting to see his reaction. The numbness of her legs didn’t deter her. The heat of her embarrassment flooded her and warmed her plenty to make it somewhere nearby that would have more accessible Ubers.

“What the fuck was that?” He snarled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. It shouldn't have been a surprise he caught up to her so rapidly.

“You called me an idiot,” she snapped back.

He chuckled darkly. His grip tightened on her wrist, and he shook his head. The laugh hadn’t a trace of humor in it. “He. Your date. He’s an idiot.” She glared at him waiting for him to make another joke at her expense, but it never came. They stood still on the sidewalk. Harry’s hand holding her wrist like she might bolt at any second. Lord knew she was thinking about it. His gaze didn’t stray from hers. Intense.

And really fucking beautiful.

“Get in the car,” he ordered.

Which she didn’t take kindly to. “I’ll take my chances,” she sniffed and tugged, trying to release his grip. He didn’t budge, not even a millimeter.

“M’not asking,” his voice was low. “Get in the car, or I’ll drag y’in,” he promised.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, love.”

The thought of Harry dragging her in the car didn’t seem like a good idea. It would only embarrass her further. “Why did you even come here? I told you to forget it,” she muttered.

He opened the passenger door and the warmth once more enveloped her like a hug. He gently touched her shoulder. She turned in the space between the opening of his car and Harry. He stared at her again. “You called me,” his voice was gentle. Unlike anything he had ever heard from him—especially directed toward her. There was no shrug, no indifference, no irritation. He was breathing evenly. As if they had done this a thousand times. As if he looked at her like she was... precious all the time.

There was a thud in her chest, her heart stuttered unevenly against her ribs. Her lips parted and she didn’t know what to say or do. Her toes weren’t numb anymore. She wasn’t cold. There was a silence that filled the space between them as he stared at her and part of her believed if they just never spoke again maybe they could be friends.

“If some idiot guy can’t see how special you are then s’his loss. Only his loss. Standing up anyone is horrible. Standing you up...someone so pretty, so intelligent, so kind, should be a crime.” The words escaped her. The air in her lungs was gone. “M’always gonna be there for you,” it felt like a trap to let him say something like that to her. His hand reached up from his side, he brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “I don’t know what happened, love,” he murmured. “I... I was so worried. And I truly would pity the person that tries t’take you on,” a smile danced at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t smug. It was beautiful and melted her further and it wasn’t even a full smile. “And I was still so worried... I jus’,” he shook his head. “I think I ran two stoplights,” he admitted. “S’like a switch flipped, love. Never been so worried ‘bout anyone like that,” he continued holding her gaze.

She bit her lip and looked at his chest. “Are you fucking with me?” She asked quietly. Her voice defensive but low. Afraid to believe him.

But more afraid to not believe him.

“No, love. Not even a little... well, jus’ the part ‘bout taking you on. S’quite the slap y’gave me,” his smile grew, and he rubbed his cheek as if it really hurt him. Maybe it stung, but she didn’t think it really was all that hard.

“Been like ten years of build up to that.”

He chuckled quietly. “S’all you could muster?” He challenged.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. Genuinely. It felt weird to say it to Harry. Felt weird to be in such a position. But she couldn't help but feel that she liked it.

“Always, love. And I meant it. Y’look beautiful.”

Her heart was doing things that she didn't know Harry could do to her. She blushed, looked at her shoes; her toes numbing in the chilly air. “Well, his loss right?”

“My gain,” he winked at her and gave her arm a gentle squeeze as he left her side of his car for the driver’s side.

“Have you just been jealous all this time?” She asked as he settled behind the wheel.

“No,” he rolled his eyes. The silence was companionable. The first time in knowing Harry that it felt anything other than hostile. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

“Maybe?” Her eyes were delighted, and she smiled at him. “You like me.”

“Oh, bite me,” he grumbled. “I do not.”

“You so like me,” she teased. Her cheeks were warm making her forget about the cold. He didn’t say anything. Just the gentle hum of the road filled the car. “For what it’s worth, I like you too,” she murmured tucking herself to turn sideways in the seat. Her face squished against the back of the warm seat. “Probably more than a lot,” she admitted. “I guess," she took a deep breath, scared to say it, but Harry had called her pretty, intelligent, and kind. She couldn't let that go unnoticed. Her declaration wasn't as pretty as his but she needed to say something. "I think my brain mixed up my emotions. I was... very unhappy that you didn’t like me all these years.”

“God, love, you're ridiculous,” he grabbed her hand without moving his eyes from the road. He squeezed her fingers but it felt tied directly to her heart. “How could I not like you?"

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marvel-snape-writes · 6 months

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What if snape fucking you in his potions closet and he has to muffle your cries with his big hand🫣and he tells you he’ll use truth serum on you if you don’t tell him exactly what you’re feeling 😵‍💫

Come On Time

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuuut

2.5k words Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope I did it some kind of justice 🫣🫶

Severus recognised her footsteps the moment he heard them echoing down the corridor. His mind immediately fell victim to trying to guess what she would be wearing; something revealing to entice him what he could have later, something excessively covered up to keep him guessing, or, perhaps, nothing… just like a couple of nights before.

His head turned in the direction of her footsteps, though his face remained expressionless. Once she was in clear view, she flashed him a smile, but it did come across a little weary.

“Sorry, Professor, I—” She began before he cut her off abruptly.

“Were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.” He finished her sentence for her in his own words, though he more spat than spoke.

“I… got caught up.” She swallowed hard, able to feel his temper through the air.

“Sh.” He brought his index finger to his lips and glanced up and down the corridor before reaching behind him and placing his hand on the door handle, “Come quietly.”

She nodded and followed him inside, feeling her heart rate increased as the door shut behind her. He paced to the far end of the Potions Closet and huffed loudly, his cloak swishing as he moved.

“Time escaped me, Severus…” She spoke timidly as she walked cautiously behind him.

“Enough.” He raised his hand and turned around, “You were made fully aware of the amount of time I have between classes,” His eyes walked all over her body, his lips remaining parted before speaking again, “And, yet, you failed to come when I asked.”

“Severus— uh, Professor, it was not my intention to come so late,” She spoke uneasily, “I swear…”

“No… excuses…” He shook his head, moving their faces closer between words and raising one of his large hands to cup her face in.

“I-I’m sorry.” She whispered, daring to place her hands upon his chest.

“’Sorry’ just isn't going to cut it this time, I'm afraid.” He flashed her a smirk, their lips only inches apart this time.

“How long have you got?” She asked, tickling her lips against his.

“Fifteen minutes less than I'd like.” He grumbled, finally claiming her lips.

Her hands moved to hold onto the lapels of his large overcoat and she pulled him forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss almost immediately. Snape stumbled forward slightly and placed his hands against the shelf just above her shoulders to steady himself.

“Mm, desperate…” She teased as their bodies collided, kissing him now with parted lips.

“Do not test my patience any further, Eleanor…” His grip on the shelves tightened and his kisses became less forgiving.

Their eyes fell shut and Eleanor’s hand slipped down the front of his body until they met with the front of his trousers, instinctively massaging her palm against him with each kiss. Severus’ hands moved to her hips and he whimpered against her lips, feeling his neediness already beginning to become obvious in the crotch of his pants. He pulled at her bottom lip and pushed his body forward against hers, pausing slightly when he heard the several glass bottles knock against each other as the shelf wobbled.

“This won't do,” He spoke in between breaths, pulling back slightly, “We’ll cause too much of a disturbance if all these come tumbling down.”

“What, and throwing me around your Potions Closet won't cause a disturbance?” She smirked.

“Sometimes I only kiss you to shut- you- up.” He snarled against her lips, lifting her off the ground and placing her on his desk.

“Bloody charming.” She giggled, leaning up to kiss him as her hands immediately darted to his crotch, desperately trying to unfasten his pants.

Severus didn't respond this time, only by grunting harder against her lips. His hands found the hem of her dress and he pushed it up slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. His fingertips slipped under the hem of her dress this time and brushed back and forth over her tights that were clung skin-tight to her thighs. Eleanor’s hand purposefully slipped from the fastening of his pants to instead grasping his hardened length through the material. Only seconds after her hand found his cock, Severus’ hand found her neck and grasped it loosely.

“Do not taunt me,” He warned, nipping at her lips, “I assure you it will not result in a gentle outcome.”

“What if that's what I want?” She asked, gripping the crotch of his trousers again and tugging them open.

“First, you don't show up for me on time, and now…” He gasped quietly when he felt her pull the zip of his crotch down properly.

“And now, Professor?” She arched a brow, their lips less than an inch apart.

He didn’t answer.

“Has the sharp-tongued Professor finally lost his tongue, hm?” She began to smirk until Severus gripped her hips and pulled her off the table, spinning her around and pushing her against it.

“I don't know how you have the nerve…” He spoke each word sharply, grasping onto her thighs and roughly pushing them apart — silently to her delight.

“Hmm?” She placed her hands flat against the table, gasping with a wide grin as Severus reached between her legs this time and ripped a desperate hole in her tights, swallowing hard and then parting his lips when he noticed there was no further material underneath, “I came unaccompanied by underwear, what more could you want from me?”

“There comes a time,” He spoke as he frantically pushed down the front of his own underwear, “When she just needs to be bent over the desk, and asked…” His lip twitched as he lined himself up with her properly, wasting no time in thrusting his hips forward and leaning over her as his head dipped to whisper lowly into her ear, “’So, what's all that attitude about?’”

“Are you going to punish me, Professor?” She asked, biting down on her lip hard to try and stop herself from moaning now he was all the way inside her, “For not coming on time, hm?”

“Oh, I'm going to make you cum on time…” He gritted his teeth, starting to move his hips, “Cum on my time.”

Eleanor’s head fell forward in pleasure as Severus’ thrusts became more frequent and fast, trying her best to keep her moans to a minimum. Severus’ hands remained clamped onto her waist, shaking his hair out of his face as it began to move with each motion of his hips. His eyes fell shut and rolled back in pleasure, his jaw locking with each thrust.

“S-Sev, mmmh…” Eleanor whimpered, her grip on the table tightening as his thrusts from behind her only grew faster.

“Hold on tight, Princess, there's two whole days of not having you pent up in these thrusts.” He snarled, smirking wickedly as he briefly made the table legs squeak from the force of his hips.

“Two whole days of not having me, hm?” Eleanor grinned smugly and bit her lip for a few moments before speaking again, “Did you want me that badly, Professor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly, moaning several times under his breath as his length pulsated while it slid in and out of her with ease.

“And you didn't think to think of me and touch yourself?” She dared herself to ask. The grin remained on her lips for a few more short moments before letting out a pleasure-filled shriek when Severus’ response to her question was a harsh palm across her bottom.

He followed this with an assertive, “Do not be absurd.”

His hips gained a rough speed as if punishment for her question. It was punishment she liked, though; letting out a blissful cry. Severus let this one slide, also grunting himself each time he harshly thrust his hips forward. He squeezed his eyes shut from the delight of his throbbing length filling her perfectly each time his hips moved forward. Eleanor’s hands began to shake against the table as her grip weakened from the strength of his movements, moans now uncontrollably falling from her lips as he repeatedly slammed his hips forward. The sounds of her moans, however, were what shook him out of his trance; the sudden realisation that her moans could most likely be heard from outside the Potions Closet dawned on him — sending both fear and thrill of them both getting caught.

“Severus, fu-!” She tried to shout in pleasure before she found his large hand clasp around her mouth.

“Quiet!” He commanded, fighting off his own moan as he spoke shakily this time, “Y-You’ll get us caught…”

“Mmh, g.. f…bid… pe..pl…f…nd…ou…Prof…Sn..p…ac..t…lly…h…s…ex…” Was all that she could manage to murmur into the palm of his hand.

“What was that?” He snapped, thinning his lips when he felt her press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before he brought it away to allow her to speak properly.

“I-I said…” She tried to gather her breath in order to speak in full sentences and found this increasingly hard from the relentless thrusts of his hips now knocking her into the table each time, “God forbid people find out Professor Snape actually has sex…”

“Don't be a fucking brat.” He growled lowly, gripping onto her tighter.

“Or what?” She practically moaned out her words, her fingertips now turning white from how hard she was holding onto the moving table.

“Or I'll fuck you like a brat,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “And you’ll tell me exactly how it feels.”

“B..But…” She whimpered, already finding it hard not to make any sound, “H-How do I do that without us… g-getting caught?”

“You tell me and not the whole fucking world.” Severus fired back quickly, his movements stopping completely as he leaned over her to breathe into her ear, “Or I'll force-feed you the Truth Serum and then you’ll have no choice but to tell the whole world how you meet up with your old Professor in secret to fuck in his Potions Closet between lessons just so you can get a good reference from your work experience.”

“I…” She lost her breath — and train of thought — just from his words alone; turning her on even more than she thought possible.

“You can stand in front of everyone in the Great Hall and tell them how it feels to have your old Professor, the one that you despised so much, how it feels to have his cock pounding into you until you come apart for me…” He smirked evilly against her skin, pressing a singular kiss behind her ear before whispering even lower this time, “How, at times, I've had you beg for mercy, beg for faster, beg for harder… Beg on your knees for my cock.”

“S-Sev…” She could barely speak through her aroused state.

“Are you going to behave?” He spoke cruelly slowly into her ear, hovering his hand over her mouth again, “And tell mehow it feels? You won't even have to beg if you comply to simple instruction…”

She nodded, desperate to feel his movements again.

“Good girl.” He grinned wickedly and placed his hands against her hips again, standing up straight.

Eleanor braced herself, knowing she had earned herself a pleasure-filled punishing. Severus remained teasingly still for a few moments before he roughly began to plunge himself forward again, so hard Eleanor swore she could see stars.

“Fuck, Severus!” She gasped in a high pitched whisper, already having to grasp onto the table from the strength of his thrusts, “O-Only your cock is capable of doing this to me… making me feel like this.” She whimpered as her body began to shake in pleasure.

“That's because only my cock is allowed to do this…” He growled, a hint of possession in his voice.

“I-It feels so…” She bit her lip hard before her mouth fell open in delight, “S-So fucking good…”

The table squeaked beneath them and Severus’ fingertips began to dig into the material covering her hips. The two of them filled the Potions Closet with subtle noises of delight as their eyes remained tightly shut, both of them getting closer and closer to their climax.

“O-Oh, my… fuck.” Severus began to lose himself, his knees threatening to buckle as his hips continued at a merciless pace.

“I-I don't ever want another man to have me like this…” Eleanor panted out her words, the heat in the pit of her stomach starting to spread, “G-Good reference or not, no one can fuck me like you, Severus.”

“A-Agh!” Severus let out a strangled cry of pleasure, suddenly reaching his orgasm as a result of her words and in turn shocking himself and Eleanor at how quick it was.

“Sev! Mmm…” Eleanor moaned as his thrusts became more and more clumsy.

“C-Cum for me, Eleanor…” He leaned over her again, his lips lingering against the back of her neck as he continued to shoot his release inside her with each shaky thrust, “Fuck, I used to love it when we’d cum together. Cum for me… Now. Now!”

“P-Professor!” Her breathing almost cutout as her own climax shortly followed, sending tingles of bliss throughout her entire body. She gripped onto the table the best she could, and though she used it to bear her weight, the amount of pleasure coursing through her made her feel like she was about to collapse onto the floor.

They moved against one another until their orgasms were ridden out, the room now becoming filled with their heavy breathing and musky, scandalous scent instead. Severus stood up properly and inhaled deeply, tucking himself back into his pants and fastening them back up. He ran his fingers back through his hair in an attempt to fix it back into a presentable state as Eleanor readjusted her dress after straightening herself back up, both their faces flushed.

“Here,” Severus said firmly, reaching for a small goblet with liquid in which was placed on a conveniently close shelf and handing it to her, “I already made it before you came.”

“Hm?” She arched a brow, playfully playing dumb as she took the Contraceptive Potion from him, “What happens in the Potions Closet stays in the Potions Closet, right?”

“Something like that.” He nodded, though allowed a brief chuckle to escape his lips.

“Bold of you to assume I'd let you have your way with me in here.” She teased, drinking from the goblet.

“What's the difference between this time and every other spare moment we get without prying eyes or students?” Snape narrowed his eyes briefly, “Besides, I think what you mean to say is ‘bold of you to assume I was going to be late so had to make this potion before I arrived because you knew there would be little time after.’”

“Excuse me?!” Eleanor snorted out a quiet laugh, trying to come across as offended as she swatted his chest lightly.

“Oh, come on,” Severus rolled his eyes, “You can't even cum on time, let alone come on time.”

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sasuhinamonth · 1 year

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Beginnings and Ends - SasuHina Recs

It's the 21st! That means it's fic writer appreciation day!

In celebration, I'd like to share some SH recs, but in a fun way!!! I'll be posting the first and last line of the fic, along with name, author, and brief description as to why I'm rec-ing it!

Good work, writers!

p.s. - Most of the links will be to FFNet, but if you see purple text, that means it's posted on AO3 as well~ I'm just doing this to save a little time on my end, but I understand some prefer reading on AO3!

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A Miracle by Eleanor Rigby 000

"A field trip!?" The class repeated. After that, several voices chirped, each of them commenting on how psyched they are for the class field trip.

"Forever," she assured

This is a angsty, passionate story of hurt, comfort, love, and meeting an old love. The story is Modern AU where Sasuke's a model and comes back to visit his childhood town, where he meets Hinata. Honestly, this is the first and only fic that has made me actively cry, and I cannot praise it enough! Please check it out!!!

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Okaeri by The Penumbra

She felt his fist connect with her stomach and went crashing down to the ground, barely having time to register what was happening.

"Okaeri, Sasuke. Welcome home."

This is sort of a prequel to the author's other fic "Snapshots: Black and White", which is also a stellar fic. It's set in canonverse, where Sasuke and Hinata slowly develop a friendship/relationship. You'll get your fair amount of angst, but really, you can hardly avoid such things in SH fics xD.

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Ichinen by Cinderella Starsend

Hyuuga Hinata stifled a yawn as she stepped out of the door and shut it behind her.

"And I love you."

I LOVE this fic! It's split into 12 chapters, each corresponding with a month. Hinata works at Ichiraku's in an attempt to get closer to Naruto, but she bonds with Sasuke more. I really enjoy fics set in the narutoverse that change things like this, mixing around dynamics so it's not always ninja stuff and war and training. It's a cute story, and the author's prose is beautiful!

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Neji Hyuuga: Matchmaker by emilyjm

Hyuuga Neji prided himself on seeing things other people never noticed.

Mission: matchmaker must be completed within five years.. Good luck, Neji!

UGHHHHH! Where do I start????? It's set in narutoverse where Neji's not only alive, but in charge of matchmaking everyone in Konoha so that he can get Sasuke and Hinata together. It's incredible sweet and incredibly moving and incredibly moving, and I love SH fics with a heavy focus on Neji. Please read it, and please read Another Story (sequel) which is JUST as good!!!

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When Will I Lose You by @elreinodelpurgatorio

Hinata, Lady of the Underworld, stands in her peach orchard and watches the Doom God and the Messenger God speak to each other.

One of these days, Sasuke, seated on a throne next to Hinata, is the one to look at a wretched soul and say: "Request denied."

This is a really fun HadesxPersephone AU where Hinata is Hades and Sasuke is Persephone! It's a short, magical read that is always a breath of fresh air! The author is really good at coming up with pretty sentences. Highly rec!

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What's Mine To Give by WritingHyuHin

After the massacre of his clan, Sasuke had one goal in his life at that young age. Revenge.

The things I do for you... Only you.... Hinata.

This is a rewriting of The Last movie, but SasuHina style! I think it's very believable and a fun thing to read, since I've watched The Last quite a few times. Seeing things that should be Naruto but are instead replaced with Sasuke warm my little, shipper heart. Give this one a chance!

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Nyctophilia by Sommernacht

For as long as he could remember, the night had offered him comfort.

"Indeed," he whispered against her skin. His fingers found their way under her fishnet top, making her shiver under the touch. "The most beautiful night."

Sommer hits it out of the park once again! This was their 2022 SHMonth one-shot in which Sasuke and Hinata secretly meet each other when 'borrowing' meds at night. They grow close and confide in one another, and I think it's a loving, deep connection that is impressive to make in just one chapter!

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A Study of Mannerisms and Other Alterations by MissLe

Sasuke Uchiha, as it was well known, was in possession of some very, very gorgeous eyes.

She decided, however, that the regal Uchiha nose would always hold a special place in her heart.

Ahhhh, this is probably one of my all time favorite fics! It's fluffy, it's cute, it's funny! I absolutely adore it! This fic is set in a Modern AU, where Hinata is a waitress at a cafe and Sasuke, a member of the firefighter team that comes by almost daily, has a pretty obvious crush on her. These two dweebs are adorable, and I read this fic so much!!!

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Uprooted by @kiljoius

Today, Hinata is 20.

“Maybe I can live with that.” Maybe she can, too, she thinks.

Arranged Marriage? Check. Fluff and Humor in a SH FIC of all things???? Check. Witty dialogue and amazing chemistry? Check check check! Without giving too many spoilers, this Modern AU fic follows Hinata and Sasuke, who plan to act 'over the top' in their arranged relationship in order to get out of it. Lets just say it doesn't work as planned for them huhu. This is a really fun fic, so if you're in the mood, give it a read!

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Do you have a list of Toyfolk inhabitants?

The Misfits:

Charles "Charlie" Scopp

Dolores "Dolly" Conley

Eleanor

Gabriel "Gabe" Bianco

Jennifer "Jen " Spagnoletti

Maria Martinez

Melissa "Mel" Ray

Pauline "Paul" Carson

Tabitha "Tammy" Yokoi

André?

Others

Apalala

Brendan

Carol

Flo

Morgan

Cadencia Martinez?

Floretta

Phineas Barnum

Romeo "Candlewick"

Hans

Dorothy "Dollie"

"Moonracer"

Anabel

Ayane Takahashi

Eli "Spots" Banas

Hanuman

Hensley

Molly

Octavia

Silus Zelinski

Suzanne "Zanny" 🏥

"Steadfast Tin Soldier"

"Paper Ballerina Doll"

"Babs"

Fan Characters (this list is incomplete)

Alfons

Alma Irons

Amy "Amy Sh-" Shipperton

Artie

Aster

Barnaby Alberto Alexander

Beatrice "Beau" Pierceson

Bene MaCrane

Bill Stanton

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Bobbi

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Butch Franklin

Camille "the Professor" Basset

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Charlie

Conrad Fothergill

Danzel "Dizzy"

Darcy

Davina & Bronnie

Emit

Eddy/Emi

Elizabeth "Liz" 🏥

Emma

Ezekiel "Zeke" Bridgman

Dr. Ernst 🏥

Fanny 🏥

Freddy "Eddy"

Ganda Green

Georgina George

Gretchen

Gwendoline "Gwen"

Heather Rigger

Horace Parker

Iris Nagi

Isabel "Izzy"

Jane Doe

Janice Ridgewalker

Jason Robbs

Jayden Storm

Jennifer

Jester

Jiro Kanedo

Julia, Thomas, James, and Andrea

Kelly

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Dr. Lacey Weaver 🏥

Lux Newton

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Madeline

Madilyn "Maddie" Hoek

Mal

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Margaret "Margie" Bleeker

Margie

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Mary Annette

Maximilian

Melody

Mike

Milo Otis

Min Hu

Monika

Naomi

Nessa

Nonna Macaw

Odelia Pines

Paul Higgins

Peter Rangers

Petra

Pierce Spotson

Dr. Quentin "Q.T." Darling 🏥

Rachel Thompson

Ralph Patrickson

Richard Tarkin

Rocky

Rodney

Roza Egorova

Ryder Cochran

Sam Greenway

Sandy

Scharlachrot

Sheila

Stanley "Stella" Olson

Sylvik

Taylor Seekins

Terra

Thomas Bower

Tracy Corbett

Walter

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marilynthornhilllover · 5 months

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I promise I'll look for you in a thousand life times.

Olivia crain x Fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, depression, anxiety, headaches, delusional, pills, sleep deprivation, sleep talking, nightmares, fainting, slight argument, sleep talking, pre kidnapping, almost suicide,etc.

A/N: all my THOHH fans tap in please, justice for our liv🥺. Btw this fic is a spoiler for anyone who hasn't watched the show yet, and most of this fic falls around episodes 1,4,6,8,9 and 10.

The crain family was.... different..... they weren't like other families and they knew that too. They weren't the normal family you'd meet on a daily basis. When you started working for the crain family as a babysitter, you heard many stories about the family.

How the claimed to see things. That Olivia was a witch. That the family believed in a whole lot of creepy stuff and even acted weird. That didn't bother you though.... why should it?... no one's normal, absolutely no one, no matter how hard they tried.

So what if the crain family acted a certain way, or maybe they just had special gifts that weren't quite understood by others.... and that's fine.

You met with the family for dinner three years ago, you met Nelly or rather Eleanor, theo or Theodora, Luke, steven and Shirley. They were decent kids. Kind, sweet, caring, funny even.

Something you admired about the kids were their passions. Eleanor tea cup parties, Shirley nature and taking photos, Luke adventuring or protecting Nelly. And then there were theodora and Steven who were always off doing their own things or studying something fascinating.

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Then there was Olivia crain, Olivia was something else.... her aura was soft. She was pretty and smart and very caring and kind towards you. She loved her kids with everything in her.... her heart clung to them. She even said once that nothing or no one will ever be able to stop her from even dying for them.

The floor boards creaked as you made your way into the kitchen for breakfast. Slowing rubbing your eyes as the sun glazed partially through them from the sunset window above. You turned the corner one eye open, suddenly you bumped into someone. You stopped dead in your tracks and opened your eyes fully to see Mr. Hugh walking away quickly with a cup of coffee in his hands.

" good morning Mr. Hugh-" but before you could completely finish your sentence he was already gone from your sight. It's only then as you stood there you felt how cold the atmosphere setting was... as if someone had died.

You had only caught a glimpse of his face and something deep within told you that something was wrong this morning. You thought nothing of it and looked at everyone in the kitchen having breakfast.... except not happily.

" good morning, my loves" you spoke walking around the table to kiss every child on the forehead. There were mumbled and grumbles said back to you as you made your way into the pantry. You then noticed that you haven't seen Olivia. Which was quite strange since she's usually the first one up to help you a little bit with the kids.

You clicked the kettle and stood with your back against the counter as you waited for your water to get hot. You inspected the kids once again and something gaved you the chills. You sighed as your eyes landed on Nellie who was finding it hard to eat her scrambled eggs since they were very hot. You walked over to her and crouched down on your knees.

You tucked a strand of hair behind her hair and brushed down her fly aways. She smiled at you and you returned it.

" did you sleep well?" You asked her and she nodded chewing on another piece of her food. The real reason why you weren't the one to make the kids breakfast was because you were up the entire night with Nellie. Her nightmares are the worst. She claims she sees this lady that she calls " the bent neck lady" above her every time she opens her eyes at night.

The poor girl was scared completely out of her shadow last night, shaking and shivering in your arms, sobbing even. You sang her a little song and caressed her cheeks and brushed your fingers through her hair until she eventually had the courage to fall asleep and believe that you'd protect her.

You had told her parents above it, Olivia more times than Hugh since she's less busy and has more time to listen, and after all she was Nellie's mother but they both brushed it off as Nellie being at the age where she could handle herself.

Which is true, she was a big girl but she was still even scared of the dark, which is normal for a kid but Nellie was absolutely terrified at night, and that isn't normal. And then you had to sit at Shirley's bedside and hold her hand because she was sleep talking. Ever since the family moved to the hill house they've all been acting strange. Seeing things. Hearing things. Feeling them even. Mostly Olivia. She was the one you'd feared for more. Even more than Nellie.

" but mommy and daddy fought this morning and yelled" your brows quirked as your body stiffened. Hugh and Olivia..... fight?.... yell?.... again not normal. You tried not to make it too obvious to the little girl that you were surprised but instead tried to comfort her.

" Nellie! Don't tell her that!" Theodora shouted and Steven spiked back.

" theo don't talk to her like that! She's been with us longer than the others!" he spoke.

" so?! that doesn't mean she gets to know all of our business" theodora bit back as she stormed out, Steven quickly following behind.

" no but she's seen and heard us more than anyone has!" His voice got lower as they went deeper into the house where you could no longer hear them speak. You paid no mind to her though, she was always the feisty one, which was something you admired.

You stood there silently before Luke and Shirley placed their plates into the sink before walking past you shyly. You looked down at Nellie, searching her eyes for an silent answer.

" daddy wants mommy to go to her sisters house for the weekend because he thinks she's crazy" the little girl whispered before getting up from her seat and hugging you with tears in her eyes. You comforted her the best you could, rubbing her back and whipping her tear stained cheeks.

" it's ok Nel, I'll talk to your mom and dad ok?" She nodded and quickly exited the room, you stood there for a minute trying to process everything before you sighed deeply. You cared for Olivia and her wellbeing, especially for her mental state as of now. Olivia wasn't well. It's as the house was a vampire, sucking and draining every bit of happiness from her, plus the kids not being able to be comfortable in the house bothered her even more.

You noticed Olivia's pills in the kitchen counter cabinet, you walked towards the cabinet and took out the bottles, the one for her headaches, depression and anxiety. You walked back up the stairs and down the hallway into Olivia's and Hugh's bedroom. You weren't allowed in there but you needed to speak to Olivia urgently.

You knocked twice and waited for her to answer but there was complete silence, no approaching footsteps, no body shifting in sign of answering the door, nothing. Dead and spine chilling silence. As if there was no one at all in the room. You decided to twist the knob to see if it was unlocked, after discovering so you pushed the door and entered.

You then saw Olivia standing infront of the window in a beautiful red dress with flower patterns on it, her hair neatly tucked in her curls not a songle one out of place. What she was looking at remained unknown. You stepped further into the room and closed the door behind yourself. You waited for her to acknowledge your presence but it seems as if she never heard you enter at all.

You walked up even closer to her and noticed that her pupils were dilated all the way and there was only a thin line of crystal blue could be seen. Absolutely no sign of life in them.

" Olivia?" You called out her name softly, not wanting to snatch her from whatever mental state she was in too quickly to make it become prolonged. She slowly turned her head into your direction and smiled softly before her head snapped back to the window fast as if she was a cat haunting it's prey.

" do.... do you hear that?" She asked as she took slow steps closer towards the window.

" hear what?" You replied. At this point you were beyond worried for Olivia, she needed help, maybe Hugh's idea wasn't as bad after all.

" the whispers" she spoke up, before you can ask what whispers she shushed you by placing a finger onto your lip, tilting her head to the side as she listened again.

" there it is again.... they're calling Nellie's name..." her facial expression was unreadable, you couldn't tell if she was being serious or if the voices have really gotten the best of her. Tears filled her eyes as she leaned on your shoulder clinging to your shirt tightly with her fists.

" don't let them take her away please!" You held onto her tightly, gently letting both your body's fall to the ground. You brushed the hair away from her face and realized that her eyes were closed. She fainted..... you muttered ' shit ' before you lifted her body off the floor and placed her onto the bed.

Suddenly she gasped loudly as if she had drowned and had now been given CPR. You grabbed the back of her head and quickly sat her up against the head board. She sighed before softly started chuckling. She turned her head towards you and smiled. She raised her hand to your cheek and carefully caressed your skin.

" are you scared? Your pale" she chuckled biting her lip. You playfully touched her arm but you quickly had to pull it back. Olivia was as cold as ice, as if she wasn't alive. You decided to keep quite, she already has enough stress as we speak but she needed to know the truth.

" I think that you should atleast re think Hugh's offer, we only want wants best for you liv" you spoke clearly without a doubt In mind. Olivia's facial expression changed drastically as she looked at you as if she was totally flabbergasted.

" you believe him.... you think I'm crazy? You think that theses pills are what's allowing me to keep my sanity?" Her voice was hoarse and full of hurt.

" no! Of course not Olivia! But I want you to be able to be sane and think for yourself without the pills" she cut across you, stopping your sentence.

" but I am! Don't you believe me?!" She was getting railed up and that's the last thing you wanted to happen because it often doesn't end well.

" I do! But your not well Olivia can't you see?!" She paused, her eyes flickered as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her hand that was rested upon your thigh shook and you both looked down at the same time to look at it and she immediately looked away.

" I only want what's best for you Olivia. So please just for two days, get some fresh air, go to an amusement park or go on a nature walk" you spoke, gently caressing her thigh.

" i won't let them take Nellie away from me, not my baby" she spoke softly, leaning closer towards you.

" no one is gonna hurt them I'm right here, I promise" you whispered back, she kissed your cheek and rested her head on your chest before sighing. You both stayed like that for a while before she spoke up again.

" I wanna wake up... so badly.... why can't I just wake up...." She kept repeating this phrase over and over again and you could see the color draining from her eye. She's going to get a headaches. You quickly grabbed her compression pillow, her eye cover fabric along with her pills. You calmed her body by placing a hand on her abdomen then pushing the pillow behind her neck then placing the fabric over her eyes.

You tapped on her lips and she open her mouth to take in the pills, you brought the glass of water to her lips and held a hand under her mouth as she drank the water. She coughed slightly before turning her head away. You put down the cup and sat back down besides her. Eventually you fell asleep, this sudden tiredness washed over you as you fell into deep slumber.

You awoken in your room that the Crain's had provided for you in the house. There were thuds and loud bangs along with screaming being heard from the upstairs. You rushed up thinking someone may have broken in. Running upstairs that's when the sound of glass breaking and Olivia's screams can be heard.

" olivia!?" You call out as you ran down the hallway, you ran and ran until you felt as if you were out of breath, no matter how much you ran the hallway seemed to become longer. You could hear running footsteps everywhere.

" stop trying to take my babies away from me!" You heard Olivia scream in agony. Who's taking the kids? You tried to follow her voice as best as you could. All you heard and could hear was your thudding footsteps against the hardest of the wood and your racing heart beat.

A hand grabbed you by the waist and forced you to stop, you turned around to see Hugh, he had both Nellie and Luke lifted up in his hands both of them staring at you petrified.

" y/n we have to go now" you looked at him completely confused.

" no time for questions, the other kids are already outside in the car" you shook you head and stepped back. In the car? What about Olivia..... is Hugh the one who's taking her babies away?... before he can grab your hand again you bolted away from him with full speed. You called out Olivia's name but there was no answer, only that dead silent of the time when you entered her room. Remember the dead look in her eyes and ran faster.

You looked everywhere for her before searching upon the balcony. And there she was..... in her night gown about to leap off the edge. You swiftly grabbed her hips right before she could but it was too late.... you both went over. Falling in slow motion graciously. You could feel Olivia's fear, not of dying but leaving her children alone. Leaving Nellie and Luke out in the dark as they said. All your memories in life flashed before your eyes but the only person on your mind was Olivia.

Right before your body could hit ground you pulled her onto you. Your body hit the ground with a loud brutal thud. Your ears began to rang as you heard Olivia call out your name and touch your face, her hands still very cold. She grabbed the back of your head and placed it on her lap as she ran her fingers through your hair sobbing.

You smiled softly up at her, stretching your weak hand up to caress her cheek.

" why are you crying my love?" You asked and she sniffed.

" why didn't you go on without me?"

" how could I? " you asked, and she began to cry more and your eyes fought to stay open. You knew you were dying but you needed five more minutes for your last words. Olivia cradled your body as close as possible to hers.

" I couldn't let you die alone liv" you whispered as you slowly felt all your organs shut down one by one. Her eyes filled with more tears, clinging onto your shirt she whispered no over and over again.

" guess what...." You breathed as you breath began to leave your body.

" what?" She whispered.

" I believed you.... I always did..... you aren't crazy..." You gasped before tightly holding onto her hand.

" no, please, I'm so sorry" she muttered repeatedly as she left kisses all over your face.

Olivia will forever be grateful for your sacrifice and she'll continue to live for you.... because you'll forever live in her. Olivia did wake up.... you woke her up..... she stopped having her headaches. Nellie missed you the most. How you'd stay up with her and help her cope with her nightmares, how you'd swore to protect her.

" dont be, I promise I'll look for you in a thousand life times" and with that sentence you took your last breath. Olivia felt as your hand slowly realased hers as your body relaxed. She cried out loudly tears clouding her vision she tightly hugged your body.

There's nothing more you wanted than to die for Olivia crain. Noting more you wanted than for Olivia crain to not be dead. To not lose herself thinking that everyone thought that she was crazy or needed to see an psychiatrist or mental help. Because all the really needed was someone to listen. Someone to hold her. Be there for her..... she no one was. She gaved comfort but never received it in return.

It's sad that not even Hugh or her kids or Carla never once sat down with Olivia and talked to her like the normal human being she was..... they all thought she was crazy. But never once did they stop to wonder if she was truly ok. To actually listen to her for once. Because behind the dreams that she has, behind the headaches. Olivia was just a human being who wanted to find herself, who just wanted to wake up.

She'd die for her children. While someone else died for her. Olivia was heartbroken as she attended your funeral. Seeing how your mother broke down. She'll forever think about the opportunities you'd miss, her silly joke about pandas not liking macaroni, the family dinners, Shirley's random photos on a Sunday, Nellie silly tea parties, Steven's book speeches, theodoras crazy conspiracy theories, Luke's wild guess as to how trees can re plant themselves in outer space.

Most of all Olivia will miss your eyes, the way they'd lit up when she sang or when you were around the kids, your gigles when she told you a joke or when theodora chased you around the yard for Halloween. Your kisses, your hugs your words of affection and affirmation. She sighed as she pastor continued the eulogy. She looked outside the church and saw you.

You waved and winked.

" I love you" you whispered before flying away. She smiled.

" and I'll forever love you" she whispered back.

Hill house will forever have its history written in black and it's past owners reminded of the lives it took. But we must cherish our memories made because the rest is just confetti. Hill house.... not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood so for a hundred years and will stand so for a hundred more, and thoses who walk there..... walk alone, sorry and thoses who walk there walk together......

A/n: sorry not sorry to all the hearts I broke with this because where are all of the Olivia fics on here?!?!? Not even one🥺and my baby deserves better?!? Tbh if I was in the TV show I'd hold livs hand and jump with her😤. Anyway hope you enjoyed!

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Eleanor's Apartment PARTIES: Metzli ( @muertarte ) & Eleanor SUMMARY: Metzli and Eleanor's reunion doesn't go as planned when Metzli's hunting trip is cut short due to an unwelcome pest living in Eleanor's closet. WARNINGS: None.

Eleanor’s apartment needed to be cleaned and it could no longer be put off. Because of the rushed manner of her exit she hadn’t had time to straighten things up before she was on a plane to Canada with her sister and brother-in-law and upon returning she realized that she’d been stuck with the unfortunate task of getting everything back into order which was made harder by the cobwebs and dust that had accumulated during her absence.

She wouldn’t complain too much however - her present state of mind was a lot better and clearer than what it had been before her “vacation”. She’d had plenty of time to focus solely on her work and as a result had found joy in doing so again because nothing felt forced. Words flowed through her as they had back when she’d written her first two books and it felt good to feel as though she were truly back to her old self again. She picked up a broom and headed for her bedroom; she still didn’t sleep in the bed but there were dirty clothes and spiders that needed to be dealt with.

“I’m sorry but you’re being evicted.” Eleanor muttered under her breath as she swept a particularly large bug into the dustpan. She wanted to focus her attention on the laundry that desperately needed to be washed but the dull sound of thudding caught her attention. At first she thought that perhaps one of her neighbors had made the noise but when it came again she realized that the sound was too close to come from another apartment. She hadn’t forgotten the last time she’d had unwelcome guests show up unexpectedly so she immediately dropped the broom and dustpan and pulled out her phone just in case she needed to dial for help.

The thudding came again from her closet, its door left ajar after she’d hastily packed her bags a few months prior. Eleanor slowly approached the closet and attempted to open the door fully but when she was met with more unidentifiable noise she jumped back and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Sure that it may just be a startled rodent she decided to text the first person who came to mind while she tried to catch her breath and think of a plan to trap whatever had made its home amongst her belongings.

Something’s in my closet, it’s making noise!

Run! Run!

Trees and people and the like became a blur, rushing past as the air pressed against Metzli as they ran. “S-sorry!” Their shoulder bumped harshly against a stranger, but there was no time to check in or say much more. After receiving what could only be described as a call for help from Eleanor, Metzli dropped what they were doing to help. Which was arguably just as important, and it may have been foolish to not at least get a small creature for a quick meal as they ran off from their hunt.

It is fine. An uncomfortable rumble shook in their stomach, as if to respond with irritation, and they groaned. It’d been a few more days than usual since Metzli had last eaten, their mind in a million other places while they continued to be pushed away from Cass. Taking care of themself had subsequently been pushed further down their list of priorities, much to both Leila’s and Anita’s chagrin. So that’s why when Metzli rushed up the stairs to Eleanor’s apartment (because elevators were just as evil as the metal cars in the air), they looked a little worse for wear despite throwing their body against her door, and thrusting it off its hinges.

“Eleanor!” They gasped, looking around frantically. “Where are you? Are you okay?!”

Eleanor screamed and ducked when the door went flying, her hands above her head and her phone dropping to the floor with a gut churning crack. She looked up to see a familiar figure standing over her and she couldn’t decide between confusion, irritation, or happiness so she went with all three.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine! There’s just a rat in my closet - look at my door! I’m never getting my deposit back now, Metzli! And the noise complaints!” Eleanor let out a sharp breath then looked over her friend before it hit her that they hadn’t been in the same room for months. “Metzli! I haven’t seen you since… I’ve missed you so much… I’m so sorry, please don’t hate me.” Without thinking she wrapped her arms around them in a tight hug. “Even if you hate me for leaving without saying anything I don’t care, I’m still gonna be here because I’m back and I’m not leaving, not if I can help it.” Irritation took over again and she pulled back from the hug. “It’s just a rat and you destroyed my door.”

But even with the frustration Eleanor couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. She had possibly missed Metzli the most so having them right there in the flesh, however unceremoniously they’d entered the apartment, she was delighted to see them. “I wasn’t told that vampires destroy your things when you give them permission to enter.”

The emotions Eleanor bounced from caused a bit of whiplash, causing Metzli to have quite a few of their own. Their mouth opened and closed several times as they were met with the challenge to make a coherent sentence while they struggled to make sense of what they felt. “I…I-uh…I-I…” The ants bit down on their nerves, and they forced themself to blink and take a breath. “I…” It did almost nothing to quell the frenzy, and they were about to piece back the door to keep their hand from being idle when they felt Eleanor’s arms wrap around them. The march ended almost instantly, and Metzli sighed a breath of relief to see that Eleanor was safe.

“Um…hmph.” A nervous chuckle escaped them and shook their head a little incredulously. It seemed absurd that Eleanor could think there is a reality where Metzli would ever hate her. They were sure there wasn’t a capacity for that anywhere in them, especially when they immediately pulled Eleanor back in when she attempted to back away.

“Can fix your door. Your building master will not know.” With a final peck to the top of Eleanor’s head, Metzli backed away and chuckled at her attempt at humor. It worked effortlessly, though one might believe otherwise as discomfort washed over Metzli’s face. Their stomach growled audibly, but they quickly shook it away and put their focus back on the rat problem. “You did not specify anything in your text message. Was thinking there was danger.” Again, Metzli’s stomach growled, but they continued. “Last time there was visit, it was bad vampires.” They rubbed their thumb against their index finger and swallowed. “Of course I come to protect. That is what I do.” They sighed, picking up the door and propping it as best they could against the frame of the entrance.

“So…I help you with this rat and then I help with the door?”

Eleanor felt a little embarrassed by how Metzli seemed to struggle to keep up with her erratic train of thought but the overwhelming happiness washed it away almost immediately. Being in Metzli’s arms was one of the most familiar feelings in the world for her which was exactly what she needed at that moment. “Did you just laugh? Did I make you laugh? Oh, my gosh I missed you so much you have no idea. I wanted to text or call but I… couldn’t. I mean, I could I just… didn’t think I should. Which makes the whole situation even worse, I know, but I can’t lie to you. But please know that every day I was gone I missed you and I wanted to talk to you and make fun of you for not smiling enough or whatever else we sometimes bicker about. I missed it.

“My landlord is a creepy asshole so if you’re able to spare me from having to have a prolonged conversation with him then you’ll be my hero. I’m sorry that I made you think that something worse was going on, you were just the first person I thought to text in the moment. Do me a favor and ask for clarification next time before you come busting in, okay?” A chill ran down Eleanor’s spine as she again remembered the visit from the less than friendly vampires. “I don’t want to talk about that -” She heard Metzlil’s stomach growl and frowned. “Are you hungry? Do you need to go?” It was a hard question to ask because she didn’t want them to leave but if it was necessary then she didn’t want to keep them there. “You’re always wanting to take care of everyone else, you have to remember to take care of yourself too sometimes, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, rat then door. Then you go find something to eat and we can properly catch up, please. I want to hear what you’ve been up to. C’mon, it’s in my bedroom closet - I was cleaning and heard it just a few minutes ago. You got here fast.” She cautiously opened the door to her bedroom but took a step back for Metzli to enter first.

She hadn’t changed a bit, saying so many words in one breath. It was difficult to keep their smile from creeping onto their lips as Eleanor rambled the way she always did. While small, that smile was one of the very few that actually reached Metzli’s eyes, emphasizing the genuine humor and happiness they felt. They were analyzing as always, but far softer and relaxed. Eleanor was a rare type of person, taking on problems and friendships she didn’t quite understand because she needed to attempt some sort of sympathy on the unknown, without the influence of another’s emotions, or sometimes, in spite of.

One could say her inability to detect Metzli’s emotions was what made their friendship so easy, but if they were to break down what made it work, truly, it was Eleanor’s kind nature. Having experienced tragedy and fury and joy that was not hers, she knew all too well what lay behind quiet faces. And having been the monster that was too often the source of many tragedies, they knew it all too intimately. Like Metzli, Eleanor wanted to be kind, especially when things didn’t make sense. In a place like Wicked’s Rest, where sense was lost most days, it was the most nuanced strategy one could take. Especially now that empathy created a burning pit of guilt. If they could help it, Metzli would keep pain at bay for others, even at their own expense. Even if it meant losing a meal.

Which just turned out to be a miscalculation on their part, but the sentiment still stands.

“Was hunting when you text me. My new diet is…annoying, but other things are making it hard to hunt.” Shrugging, they followed Eleanor and felt their shoulders fall as she lightly scolded them. She was a good friend, and even if Metzli hated getting in trouble, it didn’t feel so bad when the motivation was care. “Much distraction right now.” They stepped into the bedroom and sniffed the air to find any animal-like scent as they continued.

“Forget to eat and this new diet is only animals. They do not fill me up like humans.” Peering into the closet, Metzli shuffled a few things around, still finding nothing, but hearing the scratching Eleanor described. “Guilt makes me not want to take from humans. Do not want to cause pain. Does this have sense?” Unable to see what they were reaching in, Metzli felt around a shelf blindly until a strong set of teeth sank into their hand. They hissed and retracted their hand quickly, presenting their wound to Eleanor. The bite looked too human to be an animal, but the area was far too small for a human. It was confusing to say the least.

Eleanor closed her mouth long enough to actually look over Metzli properly, another surge of happiness making her hands shake. Something was off but still they smiled and it was genuine, she could tell in their eyes. They were a lot stronger than they’d ever given themself credit for, physically, mentally, and emotionally. She had met lots of people like Metzli, people who preferred to keep what bothered them buried within but with those others she’d always been able to pinpoint exactly what it was; even without her abilities, however, she could tell that whatever it was played a much bigger part than what was being led on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your hunting - next time I’ll give a little more context, I swear. What’s wrong? How can I help?” Eleanor softly touched Metzli’s arm as they passed. “Is it all the diet or something else? Don’t downplay it either, you know that I know you better than that. I can’t read you but I can see and hear you.” Seeing someone she cared deeply for seem disoriented didn’t sit well with her - she had always wished that her abilities came with the option of taking another person’s pain on herself because she would have done it in a heartbeat for Metzli.

“You’re eating animals? I could so make a pop culture reference right now but I’m not going to. And you’re lucky I’m not a vegan or else you’d be getting a firm talking to. But all jokes aside, yes, you’re making a lot of sense. I get it, it sounds like a very hard thing to do but… you have to do it, right? If the animals aren’t filling you up then you might be creating a totally different issue that’s going to have to be fixed sometime in the future, you know? I just want you to be alright, that’s all that I ever want, honestly.” She looked down at the ground as Metzli began to search the closet. “But what else is distracting you? Are you able to tell me?”

Eleanor immediately took their hand when it was presented and frowned at the wound. “That’s definitely not a rat, but what else could it possibly be?” She asked herself more than Metzli. “Do you need alcohol for me to clean it? I don’t know how this kind of stuff works for vampires. You’re not gonna get sick are you?” Panic set in but she focused on her breathing to calm herself again in record timing. Her sister was right, she was getting better at that. “What the hell is in there? I leave for a couple of months and a miniature monster moves into my closet? I have some of the worst luck in this town.” She pulled Metzli a few feet away from the closet to regroup. “We need to trap it, right? Have it run out of there and into the open because you’re not gonna be able to see anything in there, it’s pretty crowded with… with Lily’s stuff!” Her eyes grew three times their normal size as she remembered what she kept under lock and key in the closet. “We have to get it out! It can’t mess up her stuff!”

They paused for a moment to look at Eleanor’s hand at their arm, leaning into it for the pressure they preferred. It was soothing and it had been something Metzli had longed for since their conversation with Cass, but they quickly pulled away with a hitched breath. They didn’t deserve comfort, and they didn’t deserve to wear pain, but Eleanor did deserve the truth. She was asking for it, even. How could they deny her? What use would there be in lying or withholding the truth?

Metzli obliged, “Diet is fine. Eating happen more often, but distraction make me forget.” They shrugged, “Last hunting was more than week ago. I am supposed to eat three days a week to stay full. But-but I will be okay.” A pause, “I think.” For a few moments, they shifted their focus to their wound and marched to the bathroom.

“Mi hij— friend…she is not talking to me. She was family, but not anymore. My fault. Mistake. I am…not, how do you say…material for family. For parent.” They washed the wound in the sink and pondered on what to do. Any animal would be angry to have their home disturbed in any way, but if the teeth were any indication that this animal was more of the supernatural variety, Metzli knew they needed to be careful. Lily’s things were important, but they could cause bigger problems if they didn’t approach the animal in a gentle manner.

“When I look, stuff was not broken. Boxes are fine. It is in small corner, but mira. Not animal. Let me take picture and send to friend that will know what it is. It will be bad if we move it with no knowing.”

Eleanor never liked when Metzli didn’t sound sure about something they spoke about, especially something important like their eating habits. She began to feel even more guilty for having pulled them away from their hunt for something that paled in comparison. “I’m sorry Metzli, I didn’t know that you would be hunting. You should be out there getting yourself to one hundred percent… didn’t you just come back from overseas? You should be resting, not here dealing with… whatever’s in my closet. Hunting and mending your friendship, those are the things you should be focused on right now.”

It took Eleanor a moment before she was able to piece together the broken phrase. “Parent material? This is the friend that you once told me you treat as your child? You know, sometimes kids get mad at their parents and won’t talk to them for a little while. I’m not sure if your friend is still a teenager or not, or if they’re still very young, but I’m sure this will pass - sometimes I still get upset with my parents and need some time to myself. How long have they been avoiding you?” She was the wrong person to be giving parenting advice, especially since she had no desire to be a parent herself, but she could tell that whatever had happened to cause the rift affected Metzli immensely. “Are you able to track them down if they don’t reach out to you soon?”

A sigh of relief escaped her at the news that Lily’s things had not been disturbed. “I can’t let that stuff get damaged, it’s just a fraction of what she owned, the only things her parents would allow me to keep.” Eleanor’s eyes misted over but she blinked away the tears before they could fall. “They don’t like me much, but that’s a story for another time. Who would know what that thing is? I don’t want you to risk getting bitten again, who knows what kind of side effects that one bite could have.”

Maybe they should have been eating, maybe they should have been home with Leila, and maybe they should have been tackling the emotions they couldn’t understand so they could cope properly. But doing all of that, for Metzli, meant allowing the tons and tons of earth-shattering weight to lay on their chest. It threatened to end them completely and leave them useless when people needed them. Like Eleanor needed them, in that moment. Like so many people did.

“I am where I want to be, cariña.” Their eyes softened as they hovered over Eleanor’s features, finally locking with hers. Just as with Leila, Metzli felt inclined to meet them, never feeling her gaze burn into their skin, never threatening to turn it into ash. They felt warm and welcomed, a pull that led their forehead to hers, even if they didn’t deserve to do so. “She is in town. Will be here when she need me. Or I will wait forever.” Never again would Metzli leave, even if it meant never being needed. They’d wait forever with no reward, if only to ensure Cass would remain safe and continue to have everything she needed and deserved.

Until then, they were going to take care of who they could. Which meant walking past Eleanor silently and taking a quick picture before she could stop them. Along with reassuring her and comforting her. Because after everything Metzli had experienced, they knew that’s what you did for those you loved. “It is okay to cry.” They said, tapping the send button and moving back over to Eleanor while she blinked away her tears. “I am here. Hunt can wait.” Carefully, they cupped her cheek, hoping the cool temperature would help.

They decided to ignore the way they could feel her heart thudding just beneath her skin.

While she knew her friend withholding themself from food could end terribly for herself, Eleanor was once again being selfish and was happy to know that they didn’t mind being with her at that moment. The nickname was comforting and familiar, as they’d once called her that before and she’d looked it up immediately to find its meaning. She had spent the better part of twenty minutes smiling from ear to ear. She decided to drop the conversation as a whole knowing that Metzli was just as stubborn as she could be and that going back and forth wouldn’t change their mind. For about the millionth time since she met them she wished that she could experience their emotions firsthand, but her ability to read their face and mannerisms was more than enough and she would have to be happy with that. She closed her eyes when their forehead met hers. “I hope she knows what an amazing friend you are and that you’re willing to wait for her to be ready to speak again. You’re an amazing friend to all of us, you need to know that. Never forget that you’re the first friend I made in this town and you’re one of the biggest reasons why I stay, or at least why I keep coming back. You’re one of my best friends and I love you for it.”

Under normal circumstances she might have been upset with Metzli for having walked right past her and snapping the picture after she’d raised concern over it, but seeing as nothing dire had happened she decided to let it roll right off of her back. They were too alike, Eleanor and Metzli, and sometimes she felt silly for bickering with someone over something she knew she would have done if in their shoes.

Eleanor shook her head and looked away, ashamed of her reaction. How long had it been and she still couldn’t talk about it? “I’ve cried enough, I don’t care to do it much anymore. Just deep breaths and thinking about positives, that’s what my sister instilled in me while I was away. She helped me alot - I don’t know if the two of you would necessarily get along, she’s a lot more forward and distrusting than I am, but she has my best intentions at heart just like I know you do.” She leaned her head against Metzli’s cool hand and smiled at them. “I’m glad you’re here, you look well in spite of everything going on. I’ve said it before but I’m going to say it again: I missed you.” Another thud from the closet and she jumped. “But that thing has to go, it’s already starting to annoy me.” Not that she slept in the bedroom, but it still would have been awkward to know that another living being had taken up residence in her closet, especially one that had shown that it didn’t mind becoming violent if needed.

“I…” Eleanor’s words were supposed to help, weren’t they? That’s what she intended, what most people intended when they provided affirmations. It felt wrong to receive them, though. Made Metzli’s skin stretch too tightly against their frame, leaving them itchy and restless against themself. They didn’t know how to make their body feel like their own, never having felt home within it.

It’d never been theirs in either of their lifetimes to begin with. Now it was just an ill-fitting suit they couldn’t extricate themself from, and they just had to accept that. They had to experience the void blurring Eleanor away, watch the unbearable existence become vaster than the distance between breaths. Which weren’t Metzli’s either. Their lungs were that of a dead human turned monster, expanding with air inside of the cage beneath their skin.

“I love…you too.”

They took a breath.

Then another.

Eleanor came into view, and without regard for what they didn’t deserve anymore, they became greedy with the presence of her and her heart. The sensation of which thudded against Metzli’s pinky, turning their eyes red and extending their fangs with hunger. Not saying a word, they took a step back and blinked, focusing on the picture of the bird thing with human teeth. They listened to Eleanor as they waited for their control to force their features to something more human. They watched as the bubbles from typing became a message, and it gave them a task that they were desperate for.

“Maybe you stay at my house for one night. This thing is a Ch…chick…chickchar…ney. Chickcharney?” Metzli arched a brow, sounding unsure of their pronunciation and giving Eleanor their phone to read the information. “Give curse if you make angry. We will have to find person to move it maybe tomorrow?”

Eleanor wasn’t blind to the fact that Metzli was not acting like themself and she wondered if she’s said the wrong thing. The last thing she wanted was to make them feel uncomfortable so when they pulled away she turned around and busied herself with stripping the bed of its dusty sheets (no blankets or pillows, all of those were on the couch) so that she could throw it in the wash and put it back on where it would remain vacant. Fresh, clean, and vacant. As her hands were busy she wondered what exactly had gone on between Metzli and their friend for it to distract them so much and then she wondered if it had anything to do with Ireland. She really, really wanted to know what had gone down in Ireland.

She looked over her shoulder and politely shook her head. “ I don’t want to impose. You have so much going on already and you need to relax. I’d probably just get on your nerves with all of my typing all night long.”

Eleanor frowned and took the phone. “Yeah, Chickcharney… what the hell? You don’t think there’s already a curse in place, do you? You did kind of already piss it off.” She handed back their phone and rubbed at her eyes in irritation. Great, she couldn’t even hide away in her apartment for a night because of some curse spewing thing in her closet. “Y’know, this kind of stuff wasn’t supposed to happen until I’d been back like a month or so, not as soon as I stepped into my place. How did it even get in here?” She asked herself and looked over to the window but it was locked tight, just as she suspected it was. Perhaps it had come in through the living room window, the one she’d complained to the landlord about since she moved in. “Tomorrow… What, there’s exterminators for magical creatures? I should have known that.”

Eleanor looked at Metzli again, really looked at them, and frowned. “I don’t like the way you look. I mean you're flawless as always but you don’t look… like yourself.” She was worried, very worried, and she couldn’t contain it any longer. “Promise you’ll tell me if something really, really bad is bothering you? Don’t keep it bottled up please, I’m here to listen to you and help in any way you need.”

It seemed silly that Eleanor would think she could impose with the most soothing sound. The idea of hearing typing all night seemed satisfying and soothing, and if Metzli let Eleanor use their keyboard with the pink switches that produced a perfectly calibrated thumpy sound, they were sure they’d be the most relaxed they had been in weeks. “You can borrow my good keyboard if you come.” They smiled to themself and imagined the sound echoing through the house soothingly.

Perhaps it made themself selfish to seek out comfort, but Metzli pushed away those thoughts completely for the moment, almost forgetting that the person who actually took precedence was in front of them. Clearing their throat, they reshifted their focus, and shrugged in response to the question about supernatural exterminators. “Friend say there is.” In Wicked’s Rest, Metzli wasn’t surprised there was a business for such a thing. Hopefully if there’s a curse, they could fix that too. Time would only tell.

“Flawless?” They quirked a brow, chuckling and shaking their head with amusement. “No, cariña. I am okay. Just…” How were they supposed to tell Eleanor a part of them craved her blood and they were fighting against it? Sure, she’d likely understand, but Metzli knew it was never a good feeling to know you’re seen as a meal. She wanted honesty though, didn’t she? They sighed, “Just hungry. So-um, you…feel pulse on you. This, um…gave hunger, but I am controlling myself.” Barely, but they wouldn’t allow themself to hurt their friend.

WIth the promise of having access to a good keyboard Eleanor quickly gave in with a smile and nod. She liked to collect keyboards, she had different ones for different moods, and always bought herself a new one whenever she started a new project - it had become ceremonial for her. “A good keyboard and you don’t mind if I keep you up all night with my typing? The only thing that could possibly make that offer any better is if you tell me you make a mean cup of coffee, which I will definitely need after a long night of editing. I’ll come, but just until this thing is out of my apartment, I don’t want to impose.”

She was relieved to hear the chuckle that Metzli gave and felt proud of herself for being able to add some humor to the strange atmosphere that surrounded them. Eleanor thought it weird that with everything the two of them had gone through together, this instance seemed to be the most awkward. Was it her? Should she have stopped asking such personal questions? She just wanted to know that her friend was alright, that they knew she was there should they need her for absolutely anything.

Oh. Eleanor blinked quickly as she put the pieces together, Metzli’s broken phrases taking a moment to resonate with her. They were hungry and she probably smelled like a grand meal to them at that time, especially if they were as hungry as they had claimed to be earlier. The new diet surely wasn’t helping either, they probably missed the taste of human blood, as much as they may not like to admit such a thing, which made her heart thump against her chest a little harder. It took a bit of time for her to wrap her head around the thought that her best friend might have been craving her blood.

“Metzli, I'm worried about you. We’ll worry about everything else once you’ve had something to… eat?” She let the last word slip out as a question because she wasn’t sure the best word for it. Although she was somehow able to keep her face completely void of any fear or panic her heart rate had increased considerably. “Is there anything I can do to help? Anywhere I need to take you?” She wasn’t sure how this kind of thing worked but she would support them through it without question.

“I do not sleep. Leila also not.” They shrugged, wringing their fingers against their pants, “And I can make you a charro of coffee. I make it old way. From when I was human.” Which Anita enjoyed greatly. It was a combination of spices with the best quality of coffee beans they could find. Modern technology has helped speed up the process, but for the most part, Metzli kept what they knew when they had no access to electricity. They were sure Eleanor would enjoy it, maybe even crave it.

Like how they were craving—they swallowed past the grip their hunger had around their throat, finding it increasingly difficult to ignore. “I…” Metzli could feel their fangs extend again, unable to keep them dull and human. Eleanor had never seen the monster they were, and they trembled out a sigh as they took a step back. They held onto who she knew, their eyes burning into her throat while their fangs ached to sink into it. Here was a monster that could end her life in an instant, and she called them friend. She worried for them when she should have been worried about herself.

Metzli shook their head, choosing to ignore the way they imagined hearing her heart. There was no possibility that they could, anyway. “Worry…self.” They pleaded, backing into the bed and stumbling onto it. “Need moment and will-will hunt. Come back when…” Metzli’s throat constricted, making it difficult to speak. A small growl lay trapped by sheer will and they looked to Eleanor again, knowing she may see more darkness in them than she had before. “Cr…crucifix,” They said, hoping the instruction was clear enough. “Cannot hurt you. Will not.”

The coffee sounded amazing and she was sure that it would have put A Latte to Love to shame but at that moment it was the very last thing on her mind. It was difficult for Eleanor not to notice the subtle changes in Metzli as they fought against their instincts but she remained rooted to the spot and tried to calm her racing thoughts. Her arms automatically shot out when they stumbled over her bed but again she did not move, it was as though her body knew that she did not need to move any closer but her mind and heart told her that she needed to get closer; she tried to pick up her feet but they remained frozen. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and her arms shook as though she were cold. Unbridled fear had finally started to flood her system.

“I can worry about both of us at the same time. Does it make it better or worse when I talk?” Normally she wouldn’t have been able to keep her mouth shut but she figured that if her life truly depended on it then it shouldn’t have been too hard. Eleanor almost tripped herself as she took a few steps backwards but was able to catch herself before she landed on the ground. A pang of guilt shot through her stomach: how could she have been retreating from them? As much as they depicted themself as a monster she had never seen them that way and she still didn’t, even now as they were hungry and on the brink of losing control.

The crucifix was in the nightstand opposite her, all it took were a few quick steps and she grabbed it from its drawer without thinking. Although she gripped it firmly in both hands she held it in a low position as her stomach churned at the thought of what she was doing. It probably would have been of no real use to her with the way she tried to avoid holding it up in a defensive position. “Please don’t make me do this.” Eleanor’s voice was barely above a whisper as tears began to run freely down her cheeks and under her chin. “You just have to walk out, go hunt, and then come back and everything will be alright. Everything always turns out alright for us, you know that.” Attempting to sway a hungry vampire from turning her into a meal was an area she had no experience in. “You have… you have to go.” Her voice broke with each word and she had to remind herself that it wasn’t permanent, she wasn’t kicking them out of her life forever, just long enough for them to find something else to fulfill their hunger.

There was a sense of relief that washed through Metzli, as bittersweet as it felt. For once, Eleanor complied, allowing her human instinct to fear properly instead of stubbornly seeing Metzli as just any regular friend. Because for as deeply as they loved, they were a dangerous thing, made up of violence and darkness that could swallow up anyone if they weren’t careful.

If they didn’t listen.

“Okay.” Metzli nodded shakily, rising back to standing on wobbly legs. Red eyes trailed from the crucifix to Eleanor’s throat, and then back to the crucifix. They had to rub their eyes harshly to refocus on what the meal—their friend was saying.

The instructions were simple and concise, and Metzli marched to the bedroom entrance with purpose before halting and lingering for a beat. As inhuman as their eyes were, red like the blood they longed to consume, there was an inherent sincerity and kindness in them when they looked at Eleanor’s tears. She did something difficult, and the gratitude they felt was nearly enough to outweigh the pangs in their stomach.

“Thank you,” They muttered, through gritted teeth. “Eat, then…come back. Coffee…k-keyboard.” It sounded like a promise, and Metzli swallowed one last time before making a break for the balcony door and leaping toward the hunt.

Eleanor had witnessed Metzli’s red eyes once before during their fight against the unwelcome vampires but that didn’t make it any less terrifying. She hated to see her friend in such a state and hated even more that there was absolutely nothing she could do to help them. She realized that she’d started to clutch at the crucifix a little too tightly and immediately relaxed her grip just enough so that it wouldn’t dig into her skin - the very last thing either of them needed in that moment was for her to start bleeding.

She managed a shaky smile at their promise and nodded in confirmation. “Coffee and keyboard, yes. I’m looking forward to it, don’t forget.” Eleanor was surprised that they were able to stop and let out a few coherent words in their state. Once again she was witness to just how strong they truly were, all she could do was hope that one day they would be able to see it themself as well. Once they were safely out of sight she dropped the crucifix out of disgust and managed to walk over to the bed where she crashed down and allowed the frustrated tears to fall freely. Another bad memory, another reason why she would probably never again sleep in her bedroom.

The Chickcharney bumped around in her closet one last time and she took off one of her shoes and threw it at the door, not caring about the threat of a curse. The way she saw it, the curse was that the day had started out perfectly fine until the damn thing made its presence known.

#wickedswriting #writing: muertarte #writing: bitter reunion

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Sam Heughan has signed up to the celebrity dating app Raya in a bid to find love, MailOnline can reveal.

Despite being known for his role as the dashing Highland warrior Jamie Fraser in Outlander, the Scottish actor, 43, is yet to find his dream partner.

Sam, who was last seen enjoying a romance with Australian model Monika Clarke in 2022, has decorated his Raya profile with a slew of hunky snaps, and lists his main location as the UK.

MailOnline has contacted a representative for Sam Heughan for comment.

Raya is a private membership community that started out as a dating app, but has since become a platform for networking and social discovery.

A select few are chosen to be part of the 'elite community', with the waiting list to join the app said to be in the 'thousands' and 'not even 10 per cent of those who apply get in'

It was launched in 2015, and can be used on iPhones and iPads for $9.99 a month.

Sam was previously spotted kissing Australian model Monika Clarke in 2022, and he was also romantically linked to Twin Peaks actress Amy Shiels in 2018

A select few are chosen to be part of the 'elite community', with the waiting list to join the app said to be in the 'thousands' and 'not even 10 per cent of those who apply get in'.

Other names thought to have signed up include F1 star Lewis Hamilton, actor James Norton and footballer Jude Bellingham.

Before that he was romantically linked to Into The Woods actress MacKenzie Mauzy in 2017 before they split quietly the next year, and also previously dated Cody Kennedy and Abbie Salt as well.

In May 2023, Sam shared rare insight into his love life by admitting he's still looking for 'The One.'

He told People: 'I've done all of the gift-giving and turning up when least expected, but, so far, I'm still looking.'

He has starred on Starz series Outlander throughout its run, with the second half of its seventh season set to premiere in November 2024.

Sam was previously spotted kissing model Monika two years ago, and he was also romantically linked to Twin Peaks actress Amy Shiels in 2018.

Before that he was romantically linked to Into The Woods actress MacKenzie Mauzy in 2017 before they split quietly the next year

Despite being known for his role as the dashing Highland warrior Jamie Fraser in Outlander (pictured), Sam admitted in May he is yet to find his dream partner.

Outlander is a historical drama television series based on the ongoing novel series of the same name by Diana Gabaldon.

It is centered around an English combat nurse named Claire Randall (Catriona Balfe) from 1945 who is mysteriously swept back in time to 1743.

Last year, Sam also starred opposite Poldark's Eleanor Tomlinson in the steamy Channel 4 drama The Couple Next Door.

The series saw Evie and her husband Pete (Alfred Enoch) moving into an upscale neighbourhood, where they met next door neighbours cop Danny (Sam) and his wife, glamorous yoga instructor Becka (Jessica De Gouw).

As time goes on, these two couples get increasingly close to each other and one fateful night, become sexually entangled in a way that will change their lives forever.

During filming, Eleanor and Sam worked with intimacy coordinator Vanessa Coffey.

Prior to filming, the pair also knew each other through their mutual friend Caitríona Balfe, who plays Jamie's wife, Claire, in Outlander.

Eleanor previously told The Radio Times: 'Sam is now one of my best friends. Every day was a joy and creating Danny and Evie’s complicated and dangerous relationship was a lot of fun.

'It’s a real treat to work alongside such a supportive co-star but to leave a job with a best friend is pretty rare.'

Raya

Laura Fox UK Associate Showbusiness Editor. mailonline.co.uk.

Oops! Old news SH has been on Raya for a while and still can't find what he’s supposedly looking for 😬 One-night -stand with MC a date? If after breakfast He didn't see her again. A casual first night doesn't mean a date on the table. No one had ever mentioned this to the journalist 😂

Posted 11th April 2024

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Finally watched The Couple Next Door. I don’t normally try to watch anything he’s in as I find his acting to be dreadfully mediocre and this didn’t disappoint. How anyone can be as bad at accents as he is and at this point doesn’t just tell casting agents, look I’m limited and need to stick to whatever that English/Scottish mix he sports in real life, I don’t know but him trying to spit it out only for every other word was distracting as hell. He also is literally just Jamie in every role he plays. He seriously has zero range and I don’t know if that can be taught honestly? Also, there was zero reason to show his ass and shirtless other than to feed his ego and “objectify” him. 🙄

I loved Eleanor in Poldark, her character became pathetic but I felt she was a decent actress. Here, not so much. She didn’t come off as crazy so much as just uninteresting and I think that’s the worst thing that can happen to a character, to just become a bore?

The plot of which I guess is a remake I found ridiculous as here you have “swingers”. By definition they’re allowed to stray outside the relationship yet only one does it, she gets jealous and he breaks whatever golden rule of one and done I guess and of course, like Jamie Fraser his super sperm knocks up the other woman, all while already hiding a deaf son and the little woman accepts all to the point of defending him physically. No introspection as to wow this guy is a total dick, maybe I need to reexamine my priorities here? So like some of the OL fanfic that many women find so romantic when Jamie cheats or abuses Claire and she forgives because he’s just so awesome, this for me was reminiscent of that. I wanted to like her boyfriend but he turned into such a milktoast I just felt embarrassed for him and nothing else.

My score is a 2/5 mostly for the truly bad acting, zero chemistry between SH & ET and the unbelievable plot.

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Guys, Gales, and non binary pals, I need to talk about this, cause for some reason it makes me laugh the more I think about it.

What is the FNAF franchise (books specifically) and making Baby a skinny legend and a breakable twig.

I don't get it

Like look at this sh- tf ( while eleanor isn't really Baby, she sure took her drip) I don't get it because dare I remind you

Baby is 7'2 and built like a brick wall, she could pick me up easy and throw me and these books want me to believe they are the same...hell no

I love baby being 7'2 and able to crush my ribs in with one foot.

While the graph novel doesn't make the skinny Baby from the fourth closet overly sexual.

It still doesn't change my problem with it.

Why make Baby thin, (yeah I know most likely fan service) but come on why Circus Baby out of every character why her, and also we must not forget while I believe and have made endless art interpreting Baby and liz as two separate entities sharing one body ( mostly because SL seemed to make it clear they were two separate people sharing one body) canon does not interpret them that way by all extention on canons front they are now one, which makes all this gross...

Bring back baby being a 7'2 mech. in the books canon fnaf, the best Baby is the one that could end you easy that's what made her cool and creepy.

#fnaf #fnaf sister location #aceinacloset rambles #fnaf books #circus baby #five nights at freddy's #i also may have simped a bit while writting this #baby being 7'2 brick wall mech of doom is why i love her #she could pick me up throw me over her shoulders and i sire as hell ain't getting off #she could kill me and take my skin and I'd be like 'all for you bby.'😊😊🥰🥰#have I become a Circus Baby fan account...yes will i continue...yes

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for SH asks (your questions are fun I enjoy them lol) - 12, 13, 14, 19?

Here you go! (Warning this is a bit long, especially on 13 lol)

12. What's your favorite ship(s)? What's your least favorite ship(s)?

In general my favorite ships that don't include the MC are Stabby (stella x Tabitha) and kaneeka x Reese (in a world where the mc isn't romancing either party)

My favorite ships that include the MC are Andy (my mystical/keen eye MC) x Avery and Raymond (my powerful build/street smart MC) x Kaneeka!

I don't really think that I have any least favorite ships? (Unless you want to include any incest ships- which yeah- I really don't like)

13. What's your favorite non romantic relationship in the game? (Friendship, family, ect)

I love the bond between you and Tabitha, I particularly like it when the MC has a good relationship with Tabitha, but having a strained/tense/negative relationship with Tabitha can be just as interesting!

Pastor Daniel’s whole family unit is also very funny and sweet, Daniel's “firm parenting moment” with tulip is actually hilarious, overhearing janey and tulip’s conversation about the MC at the diner during ep 1 is also hilarious, and Daniel and Janey really seem to love each other a lot, it's so cute!

This is a more “me exclusive” thing but I enjoy the dynamics that all of my MCs have with Wayne, which aren't necessarily positive? None of my MCs really have a good relationship with Wayne, in my eyes they all sort of fall on a spectrum where one end of that spectrum is complete avoidance (Eleanor and Andy) and the other end is very adversarial. (Wesley (although his relationship with Wayne leans slightly positive(?) and Raymond)

Eleanor really hates Wayne, he scares her out and she doesn't want to be anywhere near him, and she basically takes any chance she can to try and run away from him, as she does with any of her problems(to varying levels of success). By the end of episode 4 I think that she's realized that she can't just keep running away from things that scare her and that she really can't run away from Wayne, so she's just resigned herself to hating him in silence.

Andy has (by virtue of always being near Tabitha) had the least amount of interaction with Wayne and that is just fine by them. They don't hate Wayne, Andy doesn't have it in their heart to actively be putting their energy into hating someone, but that doesn't mean that Andy would want to be all budy budy with Wayne (cause they don't). Andy doesn't agree with a lot of the things that Wayne thinks and does, they have fundamentally different values from Wayne so the two don't really mesh that well. Andy doesn't really try to talk with Wayne that much, and doesn't want to.

Wesley is very similar to Andy in his original dealings with Wayne, but Wesley has far much more bite than Andy does, so (like he does with almost anyone that he has a problem with) he isn't afraid of speaking his mind about all of his feelings about Wayne. But Wesley also has a bit of a strange curiosity when it comes to Wayne, like, what is he? Why is he here? Why is he following him? Some random lawyer that (up until his visit to Scarlet Hollow) had never done anything interesting with his life ever? He's like “I want to know this strange man's secrets” “what does he know?” (Wesley and wayne actually tend to have similar mannerisms and thought patterns, if circumstances were different, wesley might actually "get along" with Wayne (in the way that he gets along with anyone who doesn't completely annoy him, which is only somewhat friendly acquaintances at best. Wesley is not a social guy.))

Raymond is well…he's Raymond y'know? He's a pretty commanding presence that (up until now) had rarely found anyone that could match him, let alone utterly surpass him, in anything and now a literal corpse is up and doing all of that and more. So it's safe to say that he's a bit razzled by all of this. (He's never actually encountered a problem that couldn't just be solved by punching before so yeah- he's pretty razzled up by all of this) He also doesn't appreciate how secretive Wayne's being about everything? Like, Raymond knows when someone's holding out on him- and Wayne clearly knows more than he's letting on. Ray doesn't like people pulling on his chain and he would much rather that they be open and honest, not purposely holding back because it's “not time yet” or whatever. Up until ep 4, Raymond acts very punchy and fighty towards Wayne. After ep 4 and Raymond's finally had a chance to actually hit Wayne and realizing that he really can't hurt him, he's just a bit tired of it, he'll probably get back to business as usual when he's had rest, but for the few minutes that it took Wayne to walk him back to the estate, Raymond was (kind of) chill with Wayne.

14. Any predictions/theories you have about future episodes?

I think that a lot of my theories about the future episodes are ones that are generally shared with a lot of other people in the fandom. I’ve realized that I don't really have a lot of original thoughts lol.

I think that one of my better thoughts is that Big Betty (Duke and Bo’s pumpkin) is probably some kind of plant monster and that Julius (probably) didn't steal her (because how does one man carry off a 2,000 lb pumpkin by himself? Julius is clearly stated as being a very weak fellow, and an MC with PB can even mention how whoever managed to make off with a 2,000 lb pumpkin must've been super strong- which clearly doesn't match up with Julius.)

A more, slightly out there(?), thought that I have is that maybe the missing Alexandra Scarlet (pretty sure that's her name?) got taken by the “rats” infecting the church for some purpose or reason, and now that she can't do whatever they want, they want another kid who can, which is why they keep trying to temp tulip out into the forest (probably to where the “rats” live/gather).

(A situation that is very similar to the book “Took: a ghost story”, in which a witch encourages little girls to abandon their families in order to go and “live with her” in the woods (aka: being her maid/servant). The witch keeps the girl for fifty years, and then she lets the girl go and finds another one that's "new" and can work better/harder)

Don't know how probable this little theory is, but yeah!

19. What is/are your favorite scene(s) in the game?

As stated before, I love the whole haunting scene at Oscars house in episode 3! The whole thing is so creepy and cool!

Tabitha giving up her years to the ghost instead of you if you have a close enough bond with her is just great, it's both really sad and really sweet that she's willing to do that for you if you're close enough with her.

I also love the hangouts with the love interests (+Tabitha) in episode 3 as well! My favorite ones out of them are kaneeka's, Avery’s, and Tabitha's!

The romance lock in-s with kaneeka and Stella are really nice as well, I find them very cute!

I also love the little ice cream social that you have with Tabitha at the end of episode 4! It's just so sweet to see Tabitha and the MC getting along and being friends!!

#my asks!#scarlet hollow #scarlet hollow spoilers #eleanor scarlet #wesley scarlet #raymond scarlet #andy scarlet

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1000-rat-corpses · 5 months

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#not my cat #but someone my brother wants me to help support so im blogging it

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1d1195 · 9 months

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Dolcezza III

Read the first part here: Dolcezza

Happy 2024 everybody 💕

This is more cuteness imo. A little bit of a sick-fic for those that enjoy that (@tiredinwinter, I'm looking at you 😉) These next two parts are just them learning more about each other and Harry desperately trying to care for her stubborn self. Hope you enjoy 💕

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Be gentle with her. The next message read. There was a pang of sadness that encapsulated his heart and made him wince. As if he would ever—could ever—treat her any way except gentle.

Please. Another ache coursed through him. A plead that no one should ever have to ask for on behalf of anyone.

She walked into the restaurant and noted how busy it was—even for a Friday. But it was odd because there were a lot of empty tables. Not lacking people, but lacking food.

The bar was empty, and she looked around noticing one poor waiter and the hostess running around like there was an earthquake. She frowned and headed to the bar anyway. Normally, she sat by herself and waited until she made eye contact with Harry. Once he made eye contact, he would surely start making food for her. As she approached the bar and took her seat, she realized Harry wasn’t anywhere near the window. It was weird. She knew he liked to get a glimpse of the people in the restaurant and enjoyed getting a view of all the activity. It was never more than five minutes between glimpses, and she would see his excited, smiling face in that space.

But several moments passed before she seriously considered just leaving—it was well beyond the regular five-minute interval. It was weird everything was so out of sorts. There was no bartender, no Harry, and no line of people on the sidewalk despite it being just before the dinner rush. It was obvious something was wrong, and she didn’t want to be in the way if whatever the issue was came from the kitchen.

She slipped her coat off anyway. For a moment she seriously considered just marching herself into the kitchen to see if Harry was alright. Then she realized how ridiculous it was to barge into a place that she did not work at, just to see if the handsome guy that made her eggplant and spaghetti each week was alright. She physically cringed at the idea and shook her head at the thought. How obsessive could she be? Even if Harry was that flirty with her—and would probably do the very same thing, the voice in her head reminded her—it wasn’t her place.

But she was genuinely worried. Usually, the staff had alerted Harry that his Principessa was here. Even though it made her blush and feel silly, she found it utterly sweet. As she tapped her fingers on the bar curiously waiting for way longer than she should have, part of her knew her patience stemmed from wanting to see Harry as much as he probably wanted to see her. It took a lot to admit that to herself as well because she tried not to make it a habit of falling for the first hot guy that literally swept her off her feet.

But she didn’t come in on Wednesday because she was extra busy with work that evening and felt exhausted. She ordered takeout and barely stuck her foot in the restaurant at the time. So other than stolen glances across the restaurant when she left on her errands where she managed to sneak a wave in at Harry across the busy expanse of the cozy restaurant. Harry also may have narrowly missed bumping into her again when he took the trash out last Sunday in hopes of doing just that. Therefore, it had been over a week since she had gotten to really see and chat with Harry as she usually did.

But after another ten minutes of waiting, she decided it was time to just leave. She realized how silly it was for her to be waiting around like that for just a chance of seeing Harry through the kitchen window. Eleanor would be the first one to tell her she should keep waiting. That this was completely normal for her best friend, and she shouldn’t feel guilty about exploring those feelings.

Of course, she chose not to acknowledge why she was feeling that way.

Fortunately, Niall walked by the window at that moment, a hand through his hair as he looked around the kitchen with worry and his gaze swept across the front of the restaurant. He caught her eye as she started to put her jacket back on to leave. “Oh, tesorino,” Niall sighed heavily and shook his head. “M’sorry. There’s no bar tonight,” he said.

She frowned, coming to that conclusion on her own. Maybe she would just order takeout and leave them once more—it would be Wednesday before they knew it and they would probably be back to normal by then. “Oh...that’s alright. I kind of figured. Everything alright?”

He shook his head. “No, honestly. It’s a disaster. Everyone is sick or already had the day off.” he admitted with a shake of his head. He looked distraught and she felt so guilty for even taking the time to chat with him for a moment when he very much looked like he had a hundred other things to attend to. “We think we’re just going to have to close.”

She frowned. “Oh... I’m sorry. Can I help?”

He snorted rubbing the back of his hair with a shake of his head. “Do you have waitressing and/or kitchen experience?” He rolled his eyes feeling hopeless and looking more frustrated by the second.

She smirked and slid out of her jacket once more, slipped it onto the back of the stool again, and hopped down from her seat. She hurried around the bar to the kitchen door and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she greeted Niall face to face. “Three years in university,” she smiled sweetly.

The worry in Niall’s eyes turned to excitement and he jerked his head toward the rest of the kitchen. “Harry! The answer to our prayers has arrived,” he said with hope in his voice.

“Antonio s’here? He’s magically cured?” He sounded so upset and devoid of emotion.

She giggled. “Um... Not quite,” she answered.

There was a clatter of pans and utensils from behind the shelves and stainless steel dividing the kitchen into sections. Harry leaned down to get a view of the miracle he had been hoping for during the last hour of chaos.

Harry, despite being as worried as Niall was moments ago, took a moment to relieve himself of all stress. The adoration in his eyes made his eyelids droop low over his pupils and he smiled his beautiful, sweet, half smile which made her weak in the knees. “Hi, Principessa.”

Her cheeks warmed as always that beautiful rosy pink and she gave a small, awkward wave. “Hi, Harry.”

“Y’sure y’want t’help with this chaos?”

She nodded. “As long as it’s okay with Antonio and you guys, of course,” she grabbed an apron on the hook by the door and smiled. “Just...give me some orders and I’ll do my very best,” she promised tying the apron behind her back in a knot. She wasn’t wearing the best shoes for waitressing nor cooking but it had to be better than having Dolcezza closing on a Friday night.

Harry returned to his prep work and cooking. “No date y’have t’get to this Friday?” He asked quietly as she washed her hands. “Y’really don’t mind slumming it here?”

“Well,” she cleared her throat, grateful she was facing away from Harry while she cleaned her hands. “I’ve...sort of sworn off dating,” she shrugged. “Least for... for a while.”

He frowned. For obvious reasons, this thought saddened him. “Oh,” he mumbled.

She cleared her throat again and turned back to Harry as he stirred the sauces on the stove to keep them from sticking. Almost simultaneously, he was pulling meat from the oven, and somehow chopping onions without injuring himself and not dropping a bit. Niall had grabbed all the things Harry had dropped and tossed them in the dishwasher.

“Uh...” she felt like she needed to console him. Give him hope. Not that he needed it—honestly, if he asked her out, she was certain she would embarrass herself and say something like this is a dream come true. “It was sort of... Eleanor and I discussed it. Logically,” she shrugged. “My... my ex, kind of...” she shook her head. “I was very oblivious to how I was being treated,” she explained. “I thought I needed a break. Plus... being followed for a while? Eleanor is really weary of any guy in my life and without her around... she thinks I’m too trustworthy and—” Harry was staring. He was watching her so intently as she rambled and wanted to ask a thousand questions, but it took her a moment to notice his movements had paused. “I’m sorry. We have a full restaurant,” she smiled sadly. “I’ll... go make myself useful,” she hurried from the kitchen.

She rested her back on the wall outside the kitchen door and took a deep breath. Looking at the ceiling, she wondered why Harry did that to her. Every time they chatted, she revealed way more than acquaintances should and she couldn’t stop herself from spilling her guts to him.

Again, she ignored the implications as to why that was the case.

She caught sight of the other waiter and host. She told them she was helping, she would do her best, and please be patient. This statement was repeated to each customer she interacted with as well. Somehow, gratefully, only the kindest people were present in the restaurant that crazy night.

“She should work here all the time,” Antonio’s nephew was the other waiter—only in his first year of university and looking at her as if she really was a princess. Harry smirked knowing it was the effect she had on everyone she met.

He was glad he could watch from the window again periodically. Harry admired her gorgeous smile, the way her ponytail bounced with each step, and how the apron sinched at her waist so perfectly. Every smile she gave to each party was kinder than the next. She ensured every table she walked by had everything they needed and kindly thanked them for their patience. She was magical. He could see every man fall in love with her as she spoke. All the women complimented her pretty eye makeup and that she was so sweet to help. Regulars finally got the chance to inquire about her and she was just so very sweet—Dolcezza, had nothing on her. Every child that told her a joke, she giggled her heart out. She appreciated their kind patience and told them she was certain she could find a way to make chocolate milk.

Harry adored her from the kitchen.

Niall told Harry that he thought she was better than all their current waitstaff. Harry also thought she was better at dicing tomatoes than Niall was. Maybe even faster and better at peeling veggies than Harry was. It was truly a miracle having her there. With little staff and weakening morale, she arrived at exactly the right time. She was skillful, that was for sure. Harry was a bit in awe of her fluid movements as if she worked alongside him all these years.

“Do y’like cooking?” He asked as she helped plate the pasta dishes as Harry had shown her before sending them to the correct tables.

“I don’t mind it. I hate dishes. If I could boil water in a paper pot, I would,” she smiled making Harry burst with laughter. Her cheeks warmed at the sweet sound coming from his lips. “It detracts a lot from me wanting to cook.”

He nodded understandingly. “Y’probably don’t have the right pans,” he explained.

She smirked. “I think I’ve tried every kind of pot and pan there is. Nonstick, copper, stainless steel, ceramic. Nothing seems to work. Or I’m probably just not cooking right for it to work.”

He frowned. “Whatever y’do, don’t use the nonstick,” he said seriously. “That stuff can flake off and s’really bad for you.”

“Noted.”

They worked silently side by side. Niall whistled. “We should have Antonio hire her to peel all the veggies,” he said. “We’d take an hour off morning prep.”

She smiled. “I am in charge of all veggies and apple pie on major holidays and birthdays,” she explained. “Squash, potatoes, carrots, apple pie,” she shrugged. “Multiplied by five or six times a year, plus my regular cooking. I do think I’m a professional at peeling.”

Harry was unbelievably impressed with how quickly she did it. Not to toot his own horn, but she wasn’t a professional chef. Her skill was top notch. It was...well, he was already infatuated with her. This shouldn’t have been so surprising.

Harry didn’t think he could possibly fall any deeper or harder for her, but it wasn’t the case. He was mesmerized by her skill, her kindness, her willingness to help.

She pressed a hand on her stomach periodically and winced. After the third time, Harry frowned as he saw the tiniest crinkle in her forehead appear. “Don’t tell me y’catching whatever is going through Antonio’s house,” Harry frowned.

She smirked. “No... um... I did come in for dinner and... I’m,” she let out an awkward chuckle. “Just a little hungry.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he hurried to the oven and yanked the bread out with the rag he had laying on the counter. Harry nearly pulled the pan out of the oven with his bare hand once he realized the problem. “Principessa,” he said with a frown in his voice. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I should—”

“Here,” he cut the bread quickly ignoring the warmth. She imagined that would have burned anyone else’s skin. But Harry had told her that he lost most feeling in his fingertips within a year of starting his culinary career.

“Harry, really, I’m—”

“I’m not kidding, kitten. Please,” he said holding the bread out to her. She was about four inches deep in vegetable peels and covered in potato skins and carrot juice, but she didn’t stop peeling. But Harry knew she had a weakness for that garlic bread. “I’ll make y’eggplant as soon as we get a lull,” he promised his eyes so kind and gentle as he brought the bread closer to her lips. Leaving her with no choice, she opened and let Harry feed her while she continued peeling.

It was not the time, but it was like her own version of Lady and the Tramp. It was ridiculously romantic when it shouldn’t have been. It was garlic bread—very nearly the least aphroditic food of them all. His smile took her breath away. She tried not to think about the spaghetti scene from a children’s movie as much as possible because there wasn’t a world in which she was going to kiss Harry around a mouthful of garlic bread.

Even if she really wanted to.

There was never a lull, but they were working very efficiently. With little waitstaff and kitchen staff, and the help of the sweet angel bouncing from job to job as needed—especially when she caught one of the dishes inches from the hard counter after it had been misplaced onto the edge of the expo counter for the next person to check.

Harry was grateful to admire her from up close and was utterly relieved when the doors were finally closed, the last takeout order was handed off to the incoming customer, and the last ticket was completed.

Niall munched on the garlic bread Harry kept making for “everyone” to eat with the intention of making sure that she ate when she had a spare second. “We did it,” he said excitedly.

Harry smirked. “We’re closing the next time Antonio is sick.”

“You always say that,” Niall rolled his eyes.

It was true. Every time Antonio couldn’t make it to work it was a suggestion that was floated. But Harry hated the idea of disappointing his friend. They could handle it—Harry and Niall. This wasn’t the first time. But usually, they had more staff than they did tonight. It was the worst it had ever been, and it was the first time Harry considered truly disappointing Antonio (even if that wasn’t going to happen).

If it weren’t for the sweet, kind girl—

“Where’s Principessa?” Niall asked.

Harry frowned and headed by the window to see where she was. Her jacket was still on the stool at the bar, and he frowned. “Uh... I don’t know.”

“Weird she would just leave without saying goodbye.”

“Umm...she left her jacket—I don’t think—”

After a few moments there was a knock on the closed door and there she stood in the dark, holding two large pizza boxes with a smile. The host let her in, and she thanked him kindly as she headed to the bar to lay out the boxes. Harry smirked.

“I know this is your favorite after shift,” she said flipping the boxes open, filling the restaurant with the scent of pizza.

Harry smiled, feeling his stomach flutter knowing she remembered something he had said in passing. “Aw, Tesorino, you’re incredible,” Niall sighed. “Thank you. We would have been sunk without you tonight.”

She smiled. “I’m happy to help. Sorry I was a little slow with the—”

Everyone simultaneously shushed her making her giggle as she nibbled on her pizza.

Eventually, the three of them were left. Niall headed to the kitchen to start cleaning up. It was Harry’s turn; they both knew it. But now she and Harry were the only ones left, in front of the pizza and...

Well, Niall was the best friend and the best wingman that Harry ever had.

“Thank you, Principessa,” Harry said sincerely.

“It was really nothing. Least I could do after you helped with the move and the furniture—”

“Y’don’t owe me anything, kitten. Would have done that...” he shook his head. “M’jus’... glad I get t’be your friend.”

She smiled. “Well, still. As your friend, I would have done all this for you anyway.”

His heart felt so warm. He didn’t love the concept of friend; but getting a thread of her story earlier that evening, he would take it. If she wasn’t dating, then friendship would be more than enough. Being in her life in any capacity was enough.

“Y’must be the best friend of anyone y’meet,” Harry smirked. “If y’did all that for us,” he shook his head. “If Niall didn’t work here, he would never.”

“I heard that,” he called.

Harry ignored him. She shrugged with a gentle smile. “I like helping.”

“I see that.”

She pressed her lips together. “I have two siblings. Both are...well, they remind me of puppies. They have no idea what they are doing. Honestly, my parents don’t know what they’re doing half the time either. So, I had to do a lot of growing up really fast. It was extremely difficult for me to move out and let them live... without me. They miss me a lot, but part of me thinks they just miss me doing stuff for them. I get messages all day long about the home computer, where did we put the tax information from last year, did we get a gift for our grandma’s birthday, and—”

She stopped abruptly again. Like she realized she was talking and wasn’t supposed to be. Harry frowned waiting for her to continue. She bit into her pizza. Harry thought she would talk again, but she sipped from the glass of water he brought her when she brought the boxes in and made no point of continuing. “Is there more t’that? More y’wanted t’say?”

She shook her head and fibbed. She wanted to tell Harry everything. But it was simply too much. “No, it’s...” she sighed. “I’m just a little...” she trailed off and Harry wanted to know how she would finish that sentence.

“Perfect? Too kind? Unbelievably sweet?” He asked.

The restaurant’s main lights were off, just the glow from the kitchen filled the bar area. The lampposts outside filtered a golden glow across the main room but didn’t reach the far back of the bar. So, Harry couldn’t see the pink color of her cheeks that he loved so much. She released a soft laugh. “Well...no,” she shook her head. “I’m not perfect.”

“Notice y’didn’t say anything ‘bout the kindness or sweetness,” he murmured.

She laughed again. “You’re...” she sighed shaking her head. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.

“S’nothing I did. Y’were incredible,” he told her. “You... are incredible,” he added. They were silent, staring at each other, the sound of the dishwasher humming along with the sound of Niall spraying pots and pans through the window. Their faces were as close as they had ever been to one another. All she could think about was how her breath had to smell like the pound of garlic bread she had surely eaten tonight on top of the two slices of pizza she had just inhaled. Her feet were aching from not wearing the right shoes and running around the restaurant all evening.

But Harry was saying she was incredible, and she would have glued herself to that barstool if Harry stayed there all night. His gaze dropped to her lips briefly and she wanted to know what he tasted like so very badly. Did he wear chapstick? Did he taste like mint? Maybe not after eating pizza, but she would have tasted his cheesy breath if it meant she could lick into his mouth for a few minutes.

“Did you two fall asleep out there?” Niall called.

She jolted away from Harry, no doubt the color pink he wanted to paint his apartment walls with on her cheeks once more. She released an awkward little laugh and sipped her water again. He was still the best friend he ever had, but Harry was demoting Niall to the worst wingman in the history of the world.

Effective immediately.

Harry was slowly losing his mind. If he didn’t see her soon, he was going to go certifiably insane. He brought trash out the back-alley way more often—Niall swore he took an empty bag on one of his trips out back. He went to the front of the restaurant way more than he needed to only to see her car untouched and unmoved. He prayed Amazon delivered a box to outside her entryway, so he had an excuse to run it up the steps to her door.

Yes, he wanted to see her. Yes, he was a little... too in love with her for his own good; so quickly and wholly. But really, truly, he just wanted to know she was okay. The thought of someone following her hadn’t really left his mind since Eleanor told him. El was so clearly worried about her friend that anytime he didn’t see her for longer than a day, he thought something went wrong.

He should have just headed up on his own to see she was okay. He should have gotten her number. Honestly, he thought about messaging her through Instagram or finding Eleanor just to keep his distance without seeming obsessive himself. Some of his actions could be considered creepy in the right light. But Harry believed he was different.

But when he did see her, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t being crazy. He would ask her outright if he was bothering her or making her uncomfortable. It was the last thing he wanted. She was wonderful and it would definitely break his heart, but he didn’t want her to think he was just as bad as the creepy person following her.

Part of him thought he was overthinking. They were friends. She said so herself. Eleanor was an excellent judge of character, too. Surely, she would let her know that Harry wasn’t acting normally. While Harry stirred the soup pot and chopped veggies, he thought of all things that were angelically her. His mind wandering to their almost-kiss and how she was always half opening up to him.

“Oh no!” Niall practically sang, interrupting Harry’s thoughts of soft lips and pink cheeks. Harry shook his head of his daydreaming and looked toward him briefly to see what the issue was that had him frowning. He assumed it was just Niall’s normal dramatics. They were out of fresh parsley, or his favorite knife was dull. But right as he glanced away, he saw Niall’s lips pull into a smirk. His eyes danced with delight as he hurried over to Harry. He didn’t have a choice but to look at him as he turned from his current duties to twist fettucine onto the dish with the carving fork. He glanced at Niall unsurely. Like he somehow knew he wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “Our sweet Principessa is sick!” He said holding the order slip and waving it in the air like a little flag.

Harry felt a pang of worry course through him like he was the one who felt sick. It made his stomach churn at the thought she wasn’t doing well. Not seeing her since Sunday, when she asked for soup and quietly retreated to her place without so much as a wave of hello.

Harry should have known she wasn’t feeling well. It seemed so obvious now, and he wished he had thought of it sooner. “Give m’that,” he grumbled snagging it from his friend. He placed the fork on the counter and stepped away from Niall’s taunting laughter. Harry read the slip seeing her standard meal along with a paragraph of special instructions.

It’s me upstairs. I’m sick. Can you please bring me the AMAZING minestrone soup? I don’t want pasta but my head hurts. I couldn’t figure out where the soup was without getting the pasta. Garlic bread if you can. It’s my favorite :( Just leave it outside the door. I don’t want to get anyone sick.

Harry thought he was going to be sick just reading it. The poor angel. “Antonio,” he said showing him the slip after reading it twice. Her little frowny face was breaking his heart. “Do you have the key?”

“Harry,” he shook his head with an eye roll. “I’m not letting you into her apartment.”

“I jus’ want t’help her,” he frowned as he voiced his protest.

“If she wants help, she’ll ask,” he said.

But Harry knew that was exactly what wouldn’t happen. He could feel the frown deepening on his face as he started preparing extra soup for her and making fresh garlic bread.

Finally, after several moments of brainstorming, he called Mitch. “D’you happen t’have Eleanor’s number?” He asked his phone while putting the pasta that she didn’t even want into a container anyway. She could eat it when she felt better. He thought asking for her number would follow his thought process of borderline creepy. Eleanor was a good middle step.

“Uh... Yeah... everything alright?”

“Yeah, uh... her friend who lives upstairs... she’s sick,” Harry really didn’t want to explain all the nitty gritty details to Mitch. Not right now. Maybe when they had time to sit and talk about the angel he found to rent above his place of work. He wanted to take care of the pretty, sweet, ill love that was, apparently, in agony upstairs. “Can y’send it t’me, please?”

Within seconds he had Eleanor’s contact info. He hung up on Mitch and hoped that Eleanor would answer on a Friday night. “Hello, this is Eleanor,” she said curiously into the phone. Harry should have given his number to her when she visited a few weeks ago—especially after her request to keep an eye on her best friend for emergencies.

“Hi, Eleanor, s’Harry. Got y’number from Mitch.”

“Oh! Hi Harry! I should have given you my number myself. Is everything alright?” Her voice sounded a little strained and Harry felt bad for worrying her immediately.

“Oh, um... Yeah... nothing... nothing too serious. S’jus’ she put an order in here at the restaurant. Sounds like she’s really under the weather. Can hardly lift her head. D’you think it would be alright t’let myself t’make sure she’s alright? Don’t want t’overstep... y’know her best.”

“Oh Harry, please, please, please do that,” she said excitedly, without hesitation. The relief flooded Harry. He couldn’t be creepy when she so readily offered him to head up to her place. “I didn’t know she wasn’t feeling well... she was editing an article for me earlier,” there was frown in her voice. “I’m going to kill her when she’s better.”

Harry chuckled. “Are y’sure she won’t mind?”

“No... not... you’re fine,” Eleanor sounded very sure. “I swear to God I could strangle her family, her ex-boyfriend, and every friend she’s ever had. She is such a giver and it’s not even her fault,” Eleanor sounded so grumpy. Harry was glad she had Eleanor. More than glad. But it had to be hard to be away from her. “Will you tell me if she needs anything? I’ll have Louis bring it over.”

“Er... I can keep an eye on her... if y’want. M’right here, y’know.”

“Oh, but Harry you’re working,” she said. “I would be... I wouldn’t be her best friend if I didn’t say she wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Clearly, his adoration for the pretty girl wasn’t as obvious to her best friend as he hoped it was. “S’okay. Er... I would prefer I help her... s’not a bother either,” he assured her. “M’worried ‘bout her.”

She made a clucking noise. “Aw,” he could hear the slight hesitation in her nonresponse. They passed the dinner rush as it was nearly nine at night. Now it was the late-night dinners and after dinner drinks and apps crowd that was heading to the restaurant. Niall and company could handle whatever was thrown their way. Plus, Antonio would be there for at least another hour. It would be easy for him to head upstairs. Part of him wondered if she had possibly waited till this time because maybe she knew that Harry would be willing to come deliver her food. “El, her food is going t’be another minute. Could y’call her...? Then, text me if she would really hate it,” he suggested.

“Okay, that’s a good idea,” she sounded surer about the plan he outlined. Eleanor released a deep sigh. “Harry... If I didn’t think she would bite my head off, I would tell you to barge in. I want you to know that.”

He smiled, relief filling him. He didn’t want to come off as creepy by any means. He adored the pretty girl that he ran into each day. All he wanted was to help take care of her. “Thanks, El.”

Harry was packaging all her food carefully in a bag. Waited a few extra minutes, minding some of the appetizer orders while he gazed at his phone with anxiety coursing through him. He would have to have Niall deliver it if Eleanor told him not to go in. The thought of his poor Principessa sad, sick, and in pain had him feeling nearly as terrible as he imagined how she felt. If he couldn’t help, he would just feel worse and wouldn’t be able to leave outside her door without so much as making sure she was alright.

Please, see yourself in. She said the door is unlocked... don’t ask me why. That makes me so stressed out. It took some convincing that you weren’t bothered. So maybe remind her of that. His phone read. He sighed with relief.

Thank you, Eleanor xxx

Harry...

The typing dots disappeared and then reappeared. Harry watched anxiously once more. It felt like he was about to be in trouble, which made no sense, but this was her best friend. She had to like him or there was no future that he could possibly think about.

Be gentle with her. The next message read. There was a pang of sadness that encapsulated his heart and made him wince. As if he would ever—could ever—treat her any way except gentle.

Please. Another ache coursed through him. A plead that no one should ever have to ask for on behalf of anyone.

She’s my best friend in the whole world and no one treats her the way she deserves.

Harry felt his heart swell and ache with the need to wrap her in a blanket and protect her from everyone and everything.

I will, Eleanor. I promise.

He really hoped Eleanor knew how much he meant it.

Harry gave a wave to Niall and Antonio and headed around the corner to the entryway on the side of the building. It took every bit of restraint in Harry to walk slowly up the steps so as not to spill her soup. All he wanted was to teleport to the top.

If she was up to snuff, maybe she would have heard the creak of the floorboard outside her place. Maybe she did hear but was too weak to acknowledge it. But Harry knocked, and waited a minute just in case she was well enough to answer the door. After no response, he cracked the door open. “Principessa?” He called gently. There was hardly any sound coming from inside...just the hum of the heating ducts. He had been in her apartment several times to help with anchoring her furniture and with Leo, but this seemed personal and as much as he wanted to burst in there and scoop her in his arms, he really did wish she could invite him in herself. “Kitten, angel? M’gonna come in. Brought y’soup and garlic bread,” he spoke softly in case she could hear him. The last thing her aching head needed was someone shouting. He closed the door with a soft click.

“Hmm...” she hummed. Harry realized the lump on the sofa was hers and not a pile of blankets and pillows. “Harry?” She asked. Her voice could hardly get his name out. Harry frowned.

“Hey Principessa,” he cooed and put the food on her coffee table. He crouched in front of her and pulled the blanket carefully away from her face. Her hair covered her eyes and cheeks like a cobweb. She was adorable, even if she wasn’t feeling well. Harry gently pushed her hair away from her eyes so he could see her. However, her eyes remained shut. “Heard y’weren’t feeling well,” his face was pinched in concern. A pucker between his brows, lips pursed as he scanned her.

“Mm...” she answered with a grunt in response.

“Let’s get some food in you, yeah?” His voice was gentle. “Can I help y’sit up?”

The blankets around her were radiating heat. It might be hotter than the soup he brought. The poor thing. She was in a T-shirt and pair of joggers. “M’cold,” she whispered, her throat sounded scratchy.

His frown deepened. “M’sorry, Principessa. Have y’had some medicine?” He asked pressing his hand against her forehead not liking the heat that came off her skin.

She shook her head just once. “I don’t have any... I gave it to someone at work. Their kid was sick,” she explained. “She’s a single mom—”

“I get it,” he didn’t want her to talk longer than she needed. The story wrote itself. She was too kind and generous for her own good.

“I guess m’too sick to get any,” she frowned her eyes welling with tears. “M’head really hurts,” she whispered.

“Oh, kitten,” he pouted. “Why didn’t y’call me?”

“S’just a bad cold. I didn’t want to bother any—”

He sighed in frustration. He closed his eyes and nodded. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, running his hand down his face. He would complain to her about that at another time. When she was able to comprehend that she wasn’t a bother. That he would have dropped everything to help her. “M’gonna go get y’some at the store—”

“Please don’t leave,” she sniffled, her hands gripping his forearm. Harry turned to look at her as she rubbed her thumb on his skin almost unknowingly. The tears clung to her lower lash line, and they wobbled as she sniffed. If she cried, Harry would be done for.

Well, there was no way he could dream of leaving her side, now.

But he was worried about her head and her throat. He didn’t want her to get worse—especially if it wasn’t just a cold and they would need to get medical attention at some point. He would gladly carry her down the steps, but he imagined it would be hard to carry Leo up and down the steps—a full grown person would prove a lot more difficult. He removed her hands from his arm so he could cup her face and brush his thumbs below her eyes to get rid of the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. Her skin was warm, but he noticed she leaned into his hold ever so slightly. His heart pounded with how much adoration he had for her. Sick and all. “Principessa, we gotta get y’some medicine,” he reminded her—even if he didn’t want to leave, medicine was going to be needed for her to get better from the look of her. She shook her head.

“Don’t leave me,” she repeated with another sniffle nearly severing his heart in half. “Please,” the quiet sound of her begging nearly broke his heart. Poor thing. Harry could feel his resolve crumbling from her distress.

“Okay, kitten. Okay,” he sighed rubbing his forehead trying to think of something else. “Let’s get some soup in you,” he sat beside her upright figure. She closed her eyes and sighed with relief that Harry wasn’t going to leave. He frowned at how vulnerable she seemed. But worse how much he liked it. The sweet girl was never like this with Harry. It was nice to see her just giving in to how she felt.

Harry pulled the lid from the container of soup. The steam coming off it was just what her sore throat and achy body needed, he was sure of it. He let the soup cool down for a moment on the table while he wrapped a blanket around her shivering frame. She seemed so fragile.

“I don’t feel good,” she reminded him, as if he could forget.

“I know, Principessa. M’sorry,” he grabbed his phone to text Eleanor between bites that it would be really helpful if Louis should come by and bring her some medicine.

He’ll be by in twenty. Eleanor’s response was immediate.

Harry grabbed the soup and blew on the spoonful he scooped up before bringing the spoon and container toward her to prevent a spill. “Here y’go, kitten,” he murmured. She opened her mouth and didn’t even mind when it burned her tongue ever so slightly.

The warmth felt so good on her sore throat and felt like it was healing her achy body. “Never been this sick,” she told him sadly. “I usually can keep doing—”

“Jus’ relax, Principessa. M’here,” he interrupted giving her another spoonful of soup. “S’okay t’need someone,” he reminded her. “S’okay t’ask...me if y’need help. I’d... do anything for you.”

It wasn’t fair that someone like Harry was so pretty, so nice.

She wasn’t sure she knew how to be taken care of; the fact Harry was literally spoon-feeding her soup nearly hurt her chest and made her feel like such a burden. Harry was missing work to tend to her. It was just a bad cold. She could handle it.

Maybe if she had medicine she could. But she felt useless right now.

If she could let her guard down to even herself, she might have been able to admit that Harry taking care of her felt... so good. He was so gentle with her and kept feeding her soup with the softest of smiles. His eyes were so kind, and it felt like he was feeding her a spoonful of sweetness directly from his heart each time he placed the mouthful on her tongue.

“I don’t even think my mom ever did this for me,” she murmured. Harry frowned, taking away the gentleness that she was so enamored with the moment she saw it. She wanted it back. “Thank you,” she whispered hurriedly. He smiled again, making her feel better about the moment she just ruined. “It’s really nice, Harry,” she whispered. He put the soup aside and trailed his fingers through her hair. He took the hair tie off her wrist and carefully pulled it back to it was out of her face allowing some air to touch the back of her head. “I know this isn’t my best look,” she managed.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Still think y’beautiful,” he mumbled smoothing her hair down in its ponytail. He grabbed the soup again and brought another spoonful to her lips.

“Think you need your eyes checked,” she murmured.

He smiled and shook his head. “M’gonna crack this shell of yours, Principessa. S’all I can think ‘bout.”

“Cracking my shell?”

“No. Jus’ you.”

She sighed. She knew her face was blushing, but it was probably impossible to tell with the warmth in her cheeks from her illness. She nuzzled into her blanket more.

She was vaguely aware of a knock on her door, Louis appeared with a smirk and dropped a bag of medicine on the coffee table. Harry headed to her kitchen, placed the other container of soup, pasta, and such into her fridge. Louis sat on her coffee table and chatted with her. “Y’okay, love?” He asked.

She nodded. “Thank you. Sorry I bother—”

“Stop,” he shook his head, and his voice was so much firmer than Eleanor’s. It actually stopped her sentence. Harry would have to remember that for later. “I wish you told me earlier,” he leaned over pressing a kiss the top of her head. Harry was immensely jealous but tried to brush that feeling away because he was merely her friend and he had pecked her cheek the other week without so much as asking. “Only have a few more weeks of taking care of you, you know,” he reminded her.

She frowned. Eleanor and Louis would be in their new town. Maybe she should have just moved with them. “Yeah...”

“I’ll have to pass my duties off to Harry,” he winked in Harry’s direction. Harry smiled.

“Mmm...” she hummed. That was a good point. If she moved, there would be no Harry. Maybe ignorance was bliss, but she thought she would miss knowing someone like him.

He brought a glass of water back to her and read the description of the five different medicines Louis had laid out on the table, finding which one would be most suitable for her right now. “Jus’ gonna use the restroom,” Harry said quietly and left the pair for a moment.

“You like him?” Louis asked her quietly.

She nodded. “A lot,” she admitted.

“He’s nice,” Louis nodded in agreement. “El likes him a lot,” he smiled.

Her head was still aching, and she really didn’t have much mental capacity to talk about how much she liked Harry. But even though she felt utterly sick and looked pretty uncomfortable, Louis could see how much she liked him. She shrugged. “I don’t... I don’t know, Lou.”

He shrugged. “Just get better first,” he winked. “I’m going to see myself out. Feel better. And seriously, let me know if you need something else,” he looked at her pointedly. “You’re not a bother,” his tone was heavy, and she felt herself blushing.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Thank Harry,” he winked again as he closed the door behind him.

Harry returned within seconds after Louis’ departure. He sat beside her again. “Y’okay, Principessa?”

“M’sorry for bother—”

He cupped her face again and gazed at her tired, sickly written eyes. Her voice died in her throat. “You,” his voice was so quiet, so soft, “could never bother me, Principessa,” he whispered. She felt like her achy body had turned to mush. It should have been illegal for someone to look at her like that, to make her feel like this. Especially while she was sick. “Okay?” He asked.

It still didn’t feel okay, and she was a bit delirious from her aching head and achy body. But she nodded once and swallowed trying not to let the emotion bubble too far out of her chest. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“I really like you, kitten,” he skimmed his thumbs across her cheeks in unison. She felt so delicate. Harry was treating her like she was glass. She had never felt like this. She was obviously sick, and she was sickly in love with Harry too. She didn’t want to do this right now when she wasn’t feeling well. Her mouth frozen and voice unable to speak. Poor Harry mistook her silence for unreciprocated feelings. “M’sorry, I know y’not feeling well,” he dropped his hands from her face. “Shouldn’t do this right now,” he chuckled awkwardly.

Her face felt cold without his hands caressing her cheeks and she missed it. Even though she knew she shouldn’t really feel that way. She frowned and looked at him as he sat back on her couch stiffly. She felt horrible, he felt rejected. Like it was possible to reject someone as kind as Harry. She pulled a pillow from behind her and dropped it on his lap. Her head followed the pillow, and she curled up half on the couch, half over his thigh. She faced his stomach, covered with a shirt that smelled like garlic and tomato sauce. There were specks of flour from fresh pasta. She could tell he didn’t know what to do with his hands, they hovered by his sides trying not to touch her.

“I-I really like you too, Harry,” she whispered softly.

He sighed with relief making her smile. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” one hand landed on her hip and the other stroked a space of her hair against her scalp. It felt magical and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was sick and felt sad or if she would have felt this way if Harry was here while she was well and touched her anyway. Harry brought her blanket back on top of her, making her feel suddenly exhausted from being awake for the last hour. “M’sleepy,” she mumbled.

“Go t’sleep, Principessa,” he hummed gently.

“You can turn on the TV or move me if you get bored and need to leave or som—”

“Go t’sleep, kitten,” he repeated ignoring her completely and cutting her off entirely. She closed her tired eyes and within moments she was out cold. Harry still touching her hair.

Reaching right into her chest for heart and touching her there too.

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