#giving sunday a second chance based on NOTHING

[brainrot-jikan]

no one needs this im sure but just u know, citing my work (for my upcoming sunday/welt brainrot)

sunday, upon being caught by welt (still so polite?? boy ur killing me)

welt, upon confirming his suspicions (the most blunt/rude ive EVER seen welt be, and for very good reason but hot damb if the heel turn didn't do something to me)

welt, self assigning himself sunday's personal escort/guard/warden

welt, sTICKING UP FOR SUNDAY IN FRONT OF HIS COMPANIONS

i am so normal. i am super, super normal about this.

[azure-eons]

𓂃₊ ⊹ Sunday x Gn!Reader

╰┈➤ Warnings: None

╰┈➤ Word count: 1055

╰┈➤ A/n: C'MON BBG JUST COME HOME UGH-

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“Is it alright now?” Your voice cut through the stillness of the night, soft yet steady as it broke the silence of the shared bedroom.

A quiet hum of confirmation came from Sunday, and you smiled, continuing to gently brush through his soft, sky-blue hair. How often you had dreamed of moments like this when your relationship was confined to the fragile boundaries of friendship. Back then, you had only imagined running your fingers through these silky locks. Now, reality was kinder, offering you the chance to cradle this intimacy, savoring every second.

You worked through his hair with care, ensuring each stroke was gentle enough to avoid tugging or causing him discomfort. For you, brushing Sunday’s hair wasn’t just an act of grooming—it was an act of love. The way his locks slid through your fingers, the way he sat still with such quiet trust, and the way his head wings occasionally twitched under your touch—all of it filled your heart with an indescribable warmth.

Ah, his wings. Those delicate, feathery appendages that framed his head so beautifully. They were part of him, part of the being you adored so deeply. You remembered how hesitant he had been at first to let you near them. Back in the early days of your relationship, when your love was still tentative and new, you’d asked—timidly—if you could touch them. He had politely declined, explaining in his gentle way that they were sensitive, almost sacred to him, and not something he shared lightly.

But now, as time had woven your lives together, you found those barriers softening.

“Still okay?” you asked softly, breaking your own train of thought, making sure you werent diisturbing him. Sunday’s hum returned, and you resumed brushing.

A quiet song slipped past your lips as you hummed Robin’s tune, the melody wrapping around the two of you like a blanket. As the last tangle gave way under your fingers, you set the brush aside. Something emboldened you then—perhaps it was love, or maybe the quiet intimacy of the moment. Either way, the decision came to you like a whisper.

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to the base of one of his head wings. The reaction was immediate—a soft flinch, the feathered appendage quivering in response. You pulled back slightly, searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but Sunday said nothing, his calm demeanor betraying no protest.

And so, you pressed another kiss there, this time lingering just a little longer. Still no resistance. Encouraged, you began to pepper his wings with light, butterfly kisses, moving from the tips to the bases. Each touch elicited the faintest twitch, the wings fluttering under your affection despite his composed exterior.

They were warm and impossibly soft, more delicate than you’d imagined. The room seemed to fade into the background as you continued, pouring all the love you felt into each kiss. By the time you reached the base of both wings, you noticed Sunday’s hands gripping the edge of his seat, his expression calm but his body giving away his quiet surrender to your touch.

“Sunday,” you whispered softly, brushing a lock of hair from his face as you leaned in close, “I love everything about you—every piece, every part.”

For once, Sunday’s wings didn’t twitch in response. Instead, they folded closer to his head, like a silent embrace, a small yet profound acknowledgment of the bond you shared.

Sunday turned his head slightly, his deep eyes meeting yours with a soft, unreadable expression. His lips parted as though he was about to speak, but instead, he sighed quietly, leaning back into you. The faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he was reluctant to show just how much your affection meant to him.

“...You’re relentless, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and soft, tinged with the faintest hint of exasperation. But it lacked any real weight—it was more a gentle acknowledgment than a complaint.

You chuckled, your fingers once again finding their way to his hair, running through the strands with practiced ease. “Not relentless,” you replied teasingly. “Just in love.”

Sunday let out a soft laugh—so quiet, it was almost a breath. His wings, now relaxed against his head, twitched slightly as if they were reacting to his unspoken emotions. He wasn’t one for grand displays, but moments like these, where he allowed himself to be vulnerable and open with you, spoke volumes.

You leaned closer, resting your chin on his shoulder, your arms loosely wrapping around him from behind. The warmth radiating from him was soothing, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, calm and steady.

“Your wings… they’re so beautiful, you know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with sincerity. “Every time they move, it’s like they’re speaking for you when you won’t.”

He tilted his head slightly, his expression softening further. “They’re a part of me,” he said after a moment. “A part I thought I’d always keep to myself. But... with you, I feel like I don’t have to.”

The admission hung in the air between you, fragile yet profound. You tightened your embrace just slightly, pressing your forehead against the side of his. “Thank you,” you murmured, your words carrying the weight of everything you couldn’t say aloud.

He turned his head, his nose brushing against your temple. “I should be thanking you,” he replied quietly, his voice steady but full of warmth. “For being patient. For... understanding.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the faint rustle of his wings as they shifted slightly. You could have stayed like that forever, basking in the quiet intimacy that defined your bond.

Finally, Sunday broke the silence. “You’re going to keep kissing them every chance you get, aren’t you?” he asked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You grinned against his shoulder. “Absolutely. You’ll just have to get used to it.”

He laughed again, his wings giving a playful flick in response. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone.

“And you love me for it,” you countered, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

Sunday sighed in mock defeat, leaning back into you once more. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I do.”

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╰┈➤ A/n: Guys I'm stellar jadeless idk what to do anymore-

[redpill-tfs]

Hey! This whole red pill stuff is really hitting a ton of people, but they're all so political. I'm a young gay guy. Perhaps there's a more... Holy future for me. Do you think there's a way to make me end up as some kind of conservative Red Pilled reverend?

It's a wonderful Saturday afternoon as you're walking down the street. Warmer temperatures, birds chirping, not a cloud in the sky. You reach into the pocket of your jeans and find a strange red capsule that you swear wasn't there before. You feel compelled to put it in your mouth, swallow it. So you do.

At first you feel completely fine, as though nothing had happened. You decide to just go back to your apartment, spending the evening alone as usual. Maybe jerk off to pictures of men online. That's when you hear the BOOM of thunder and dark clouds rapidly forming over you. As the rain starting soaking you through your clothes, you dart inside the nearest building to weather out the storm.

Catching your breath, you find yourself in a small, ornate church. Since you're stuck inside anyway, you figure you might as well take a look around. You approach the podium at the front of the church, finding a Bible filled with Post-it notes. You weren't too familiar with the book, but maybe the notes could give you the short version. You feel drawn to it and open to the first note.

A man must be familiar with the Bible's teachings

You nod your head as you read the words. Your parents took you to church ever since you were born and you were immediately drawn into the community. You read the Bible every chance you could, joined the youth group and Bible study when you were old enough. Your parents often joked your first word was Mama and your second word was Jesus. Smiling at the memories, you turn to the book of Numbers, where the next note is.

A man must always dress for the occasion.

This pastor is a wise man. You adjust the cuffs of your dress shirt, making sure everything is perfect. Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean you should be sloppy! Even today you're in a nice blue suit with a perfectly knotted black tie, a white pocket square adding a bit of sophistication. Plus you like a hot man in a suit! You turn the page to the next note, thinking about your collection of formalwear.

A man must be a family man, creating the next generation of men.

You smirk at that one. You knew what it meant to be a family man. You and your husband married young and adopted as soon as you were able. You loved being a father. Taking the kids to school, going to their sports games, spending the evenings talking and laughing over a home cooked meal, and of course raising them in the church. You notice a note is on your son's favorite Bible story and flip to that page.

A pastor must be straight and conservative.

Well that's a given. Not that you had anything against the gays, you just couldn't get into that. You and your wife were high school sweethearts, fated to be together to enact God's will. Consummating your marriage on your wedding night led to your daughter being born nine months later while you were starting your degree in theology. With your faith based background, you were sure to raise your children RIGHT. Traditional values were important to you, and you and your wife wanted your children to be raised with those in mind.

You close the Bible, writing a few more notes for the sermon. You needed to leave early to prepare, so your wife is bringing the children for Sunday service in a few minutes. Sure enough, the early crowd is already starting to shuffle in.

It's a wonderful Sunday morning as you start the service, your wife and kids sitting up front like usual. You give them a quick smile as you begin. God has truly blessed you.

[carchaseonacarchase]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 & 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘. 𝚝𝚠𝚘 🤍

╰┈➤ more songs for this ship, now more indie and contemporary genres, this playlist is full of alternative rock/indie songs (pretty personal selection because it's based on my own music tastes. i appreciate song suggestions. enjoy ;)

spotify playlist here :D

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⚘ softcore the neighbourhood ❛❛ you get me through every dark night, i'm always gone, out on the go. i don't want to play this part but i do, all for you ❞

⚘ siren kailee morgue ❛❛ love me while your wrists are bound, you��ve been seeing me in your dreams. darling, it’s your choice not to fall in, but it’s all an act, 'cause i know exactly what you wanting ❞

⚘ hysteria muse ❛❛ i'm breaking out, last chance to lose control, and i want you now ❞

⚘ harleys in hawaii katy perry ❛❛ i'll be your baby on a sunday, oh, why don't we get out of town? ❞

⚘ cold case love rihanna ❛❛ so wake me up when it's over, it don't make any difference, will it ever be solved? or am i taking the fall? ❞

⚘ irish goodbye k. flay ❛❛ power play subliminal, i'm feeling like a criminal for wanting better. so take one last look at me, before i go into the night ❞

⚘ tennis court lorde ❛❛ everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne, but i know it's not forever ❞

⚘ carmen sandiego grizfolk ❛❛ i'm out of my mind, she's just out of reach. tell them to tell you i'm done this time, oh, i'm done this time ❞

⚘ run joji ❛❛ i witnessed your madness, you shed light on my sins, and if we share in this sadness, then where have you been? guess I'm not the one, like you used to think, so you just run ❞

⚘ one for the road arctic monkeys ❛❛ there’s no need to show me round, baby, i feel like i’ve been here before, i’ve been wondering whether later... when you tell everybody to go, will you pour me one for the road? ❞

⚘ you first paramore ❛❛ never said i wasn't petty, you can bet I don't regret it for a second, it's a pleasure, it's a reckoning, i'll do better when you're better ❞

⚘ style taylor swift ❛❛ and i should just tell you to leave, 'cause i know exactly where it leads, but i watch us go 'round and 'round each time ❞

⚘ bad habits ed sheeran ❛❛ every time you come around, you know i can't say no. every time the sun goes down, i let you take control. we took the long way 'round and burned till the fun ran out ❞

⚘ lost on you lp ❛❛ hold me like you never lost your patience, tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time, and you're still mine ❞

⚘ because of you lana del rey ❛❛ we dance like nobody is watching us and we live like we want to, but it can all get a little crazy unless there's something to hold on. for me, that was true love ❞

⚘ desire meg myers ❛❛ how do you want me, how do you want me? ❞

⚘ contemptress motionless in white ❛❛ we've played this role a thousand times, the same old script, just different lies, you disappear without a trace, concealing the crimes on your face ❞

⚘ we belong together mariah carey ❛❛ the feeling that i'm feeling, now that i don't hear your voice, or have your touch and kiss your lips, 'cause I don't have a choice ❞

⚘ magnets disclosure & lorde ❛❛ never really thought we would make it, we be thinking about what could have been, but we've had a record summer, can't turn it down, oh, now i don't wanna see the end begin ❞

⚘ high enough k.flay ❛❛ used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful, my new supplier, i used to like smoking to stop all the thinking, do you see anyone other than me? ❞

⚘ disease lady gaga ❛❛ screamin' for me, baby, like you're gonna die, poison on the inside, i could be your antidote tonight ❞

⚘ power & control marina and the diamonds ❛❛ but love, will always be a game, we give and take a little more, eternal game of tug and war ❞

⚘ my kink is karma chappell roan ❛❛ people say i'm jealous, but my kink is watching you ruin your life, you losing your mind, you thinking i care ❞

⚘ cornerstone arctic monkeys ❛❛ she was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light. tell me where's your hiding place, because i'm worried i'll forget your face ❞

⚘ tourniquet marilyn manson ❛❛ take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head ❞

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[alxawesome]

How I Committed (and Failed) a 30-Day Instagram Reels Challenge

Introduction: Setting the Stage

With Instagram pushing Reels as its main content feature, I decided to go all in on a 30-day Reels challenge. The plan was simple: post one Reel every day, complete with a behind-the-scenes follow-up for each video. I aimed for a mix of creative tricks, transitions, and humorous moments, all designed to tap into trending content and (hopefully) reel in some major engagement.

I have a pretty old Instagram account with 1185 followers. Most of them are “dead”. 8 years ago I used this account for mass following in the entrepreneurial niche. At that time I was thinking about starting a website development company. I had been killing my Instagram account for years, posting almost nothing.

I’ve always been passionate about making videos, both recording and editing.

I have made several videos at different times of my life. It seemed very time-consuming. I have a job (I’m a programmer), and I thought I wouldn’t have enough time for videography.  I found this short video format reels-tiktok the perfect way to reignite my passion. You still need a strong idea and beautiful visuals for these videos, but you don’t have to create 20-minute films like a YouTuber.

Starting out, I had 1,185 followers, and my videos averaged around 400 views each — not exactly viral, but it was a steady base to build on. My realistic goal was to hit at least 2,000 followers by the end of the month, with a big, optimistic dream of breaking the 10,000-follower mark. Given the success stories I’d read from others, it seemed possible… or at least worth the try.

The second goal was to understand whether I liked videography enough to do it full-time as a part-time job.

Section 1: Why the Challenge Seemed Like a Good Idea

Instagram’s push for Reels was impossible to ignore. With the platform prioritizing short-form video to compete with TikTok, Reels had become the most visible and engaging format on Instagram. People were saying Reels could be the golden ticket to increased reach, with even smaller accounts suddenly landing thousands of new followers. I’d read success stories of creators gaining traction by posting consistently and creating content that played to Instagram’s strengths. Watching others succeed by riding the algorithm’s wave made me think: why not give it a try?

I found tips from Meta on how to grow your Instagram here https://creators.instagram.com/grow . The cornerstone was consistent posting. What could be more consistent than posting every day? Posting twice a day. I planned to post a Reel every day, plus a behind-the-scenes clip, in hopes of capturing both engagement and reach.

On a personal level, the challenge was exciting. It felt like a chance to not only grow my account but to experiment and level up my editing skills. I’ve always enjoyed getting creative with video, and I knew the challenge would push me out of my comfort zone. Plus, the thrill of potential growth was a huge motivator. If all went well, I could finally expand my audience, boost my engagement, and maybe even start doing partnership videos and making money.

Armed with optimism, I launched myself into the 30-day Reels challenge, eager to see where it would take me.

Section 2: The Plan and Execution

The plan was clear: one main Reel each day, followed by a quick behind-the-scenes (BTS) post to keep engagement rolling and give followers a glimpse into the process.  I have selected over 30 ideas from Instagram that are somehow related to video editing.

To achieve this, I created a workflow that balanced filming, editing, and daily publishing.

A friend of mine has a YouTube blog and he sets aside Sundays for it. It’s a good approach.

So, Filming sessions would take up part of my Sundays. I would pick 7 videos from my list and set out to shoot them. Some of them were outdoors and I would shoot them first.

Some of the videos I edited on Sundays and some during next week in the evening.

I tried using trending audio for the video, but sometimes added sound effects such as ‘whoosh’ or keyboard ‘tapping’.

Producing daily content wasn’t as smooth as planned, though. Some days, creative blocks slowed me down; other days, technical issues — like lighting or editing glitches — added unexpected hurdles. There were also days when time was short, and producing a high-quality, trend-worthy Reel felt like an impossible task. But I kept at it, juggling my process and refining each step as I adapted to the reality of daily posting. It wasn’t always seamless, but I committed to hitting “post” every day.

Section 3: The Metrics and Reality Check

With 30 days of daily Reels and BTS posts under my belt, I was excited to see the results: follower growth, higher engagement, and a bump in video views. However, reality didn’t quite live up to my expectations.

After 30 days of non-stop posting, the results were underwhelming, to say the least. I stayed consistent, hitting “post” daily without fail, but instead of growth, I saw barely any traction. In the end, I gained just 20–30 new followers, and only a few videos saw any uptick in views beyond my usual numbers.

This challenge might technically be complete, but with such minimal impact, I can’t help but consider it a “fail” — though, as with all failures, there was plenty to learn along the way. Here’s what happened and why this challenge didn’t turn out quite as planned

My follower count is a far cry from my realistic goal of 2,000 or the ambitious dream of 10,000. Engagement didn’t soar as hoped either — while a few Reels did see slightly higher views than my usual numbers, the average engagement stayed about the same. Instead of exponential growth, I was looking at incremental increases that felt more like trickles than waves.

However, neither saw the reach I’d hoped to achieve through daily posting.

It’s tough to say why the challenge fell flat, but I suspect a few things might have contributed:

Weak first seconds of the video. It is too important to have a strong hook. Some of my videos lack it.

Algorithm unpredictability: Instagram’s algorithm is notoriously inconsistent, and despite daily posting and following trends, the platform didn’t seem to reward my account with any extra visibility.

Content saturation: With so many people creating Reels, especially around trending topics, it’s easy to get lost in the noise. Even unique ideas struggled to stand out.

Audience interest: It’s possible my existing followers weren’t as drawn to the daily Reels format or found the BTS updates less engaging than I anticipated.

In the end, the metrics were a reality check that consistent posting doesn’t always lead to big numbers, even when following algorithmic advice and platform trends.

While the hard data showed a lack of growth, the challenge still provided a new perspective on the unpredictable nature of social media, reinforcing that while consistency is important, it’s often only one piece of a much larger puzzle.

Section 4: Lessons Learned and Unexpected Outcomes

Although this 30-day challenge didn’t result in the follower growth I’d hoped for, it was far from a total loss. In fact, diving into daily content creation taught me more about social media — and myself — than I could have anticipated.

Probably the main thing I’ve learned is that I want to keep making videos. I should choose a niche and make my videos more meaningful and valuable.

Consistency Isn’t a Magic Bullet One of the biggest takeaways was that consistency alone doesn’t guarantee results. While consistent posting helps build a routine, it’s not necessarily rewarded with instant growth, especially when the algorithm remains unpredictable. In the future, I’d balance consistency with more in-depth planning for content that aligns closely with what my audience wants to see.

The Power of Experimentation Posting daily meant I had the freedom to experiment with different content formats, styles, and editing tricks. Some of these experiments, like https://www.instagram.com/reel/DBqZ3juI8X-/ , had better-than-average engagement and may serve as a base for future content ideas.

Managing Creative Burnout The grind of producing daily content brought me face-to-face with creative burnout. I quickly realized that creativity can’t always be forced on a strict schedule. This experience taught me to pace myself and respect my creative process, balancing fresh ideas with realistic production timelines to avoid burnout.

Taking Pressure Off the Algorithm Finally, I realized the importance of creating content for my own enjoyment and improvement, rather than constantly trying to hack the algorithm. Instagram’s algorithm changes frequently, and trying to keep up can easily overshadow creativity. Now, I’m more focused on creating content that feels authentic rather than stressing about instant growth.

Section 5: Final Thoughts and Advice

After 30 days of pouring time and effort into daily Reels, my takeaway is this: growth on social media is anything but straightforward. Despite doing everything “by the book” — posting consistently, following trends, and keeping up with the latest algorithm tips — the results didn’t match my initial expectations. But in the end, this experience highlighted the fact that the journey itself holds its own value, even if the outcome isn’t what we envision.

If you’re thinking of diving into a similar challenge, here are a few things I’d suggest:

#1 Focus on Quality Over Quantity

While it’s tempting to think daily posting will boost growth, your audience will remember the quality of your content more than your posting frequency. Aim to create Reels that you’re genuinely excited to share, even if that means posting a bit less often.

The Meta article says you should post 10 reels a month to have a better chance of being recommended. That’s about 3 videos a week. That’s not a lot. But there are a lot of very popular accounts that post less frequently.

#2 Experiment and Take Risks

A challenge like this is the perfect opportunity to experiment with styles, topics, or editing techniques. Don’t be afraid to take creative risks; you might stumble upon something that resonates strongly with your audience — or that you personally enjoy making.

#3 Expect the Unexpected with the Algorithm

Remember that the Instagram algorithm is unpredictable, and growth isn’t guaranteed even with consistent posting. Focusing on what you can control — like connecting with your audience or producing unique content — will help you get more satisfaction from your efforts, algorithm or not.

#4 Don’t Let the Numbers Define Success

Followers, views, and likes are just one measure of success. A low view count doesn’t negate the creative growth, new skills, or connections you might gain along the way. Consider what success means to you beyond metrics.

#5 Be Kind to Your Creative Process

Conclusion: Why This “Failed” Challenge Wasn’t a Total Loss

Although I didn’t hit the ambitious follower goals I set for myself, this 30-day Instagram Reels challenge turned out to be anything but a failure. In fact, the experience taught me valuable lessons that numbers alone could never capture.

Through daily content creation, I gained a clearer sense of what the audience enjoys, honed my editing and creative skills. While I may not have achieved viral fame, I did gain a sense of satisfaction from pushing myself, trying new things, and seeing just how far my ideas could go.

Perhaps most importantly, this challenge reshaped my approach to social media. I’m now less fixated on quick follower counts and more focused on sustainable, quality content that aligns with what I genuinely enjoy creating.  Now I have a plan and next steps. I will choose a niche, I will publish videos less often, but I will make more meaningful and qualified videos.

By embracing the process over the outcome, I learned that “failure” in terms of follower count doesn’t mean the journey was a waste. On the contrary, it revealed strengths, weaknesses, and opportunities for growth that I wouldn’t have found any other way.

Ultimately, this “failed” challenge reminded me that numbers are only part of the story. The real reward lies in the skills I developed, the resilience I built, and the perspective I gained.

Follow me for the further journey https://www.instagram.com/shogentle

[halzore]

In Solemn Moments.

Hi everyone. This is Late. This was supposed to be done friday. It is now Sunday.

This is a little Rex x Child!reader. Uses gender neutral pronouns, is in the third person from Rex's perspective and it is a request for the lovely @bombshe77

This is slightly off from the prompt you sent me. But i really enjoyed writing from Rex's perspective. Thankyou for sending in the request.

On the off chance someone reads this, feel free to send me more requests! and also leave some feedback, I'd love it lots

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Rex had only been to the Jedi temple a handful of times, all for similar reasons. Rex followed the familiar path to the Jedi War room situated in the heart of the temple. The hydraulic doors hissed as he entered. Kenobi, Windu, Mundi as well as some of his brothers were in the room, staring at a giant hologram centred in the middle. General Kenobi turned to face the Captain.

“Ah, Rex. Anakin did say he was sending you in his place. How did the latest siege on Felucia go?” Rex moved into the centre of the room, plugging his data disk into the central control panel. He felt his heart clench as the battle statistics were beamed up. He saw the number of days on mission, the number of brothers lost. It was not an easy campaign for the 501st.

Rex took a breath to centre himself, he was stronger than this pain. He had to be right now, steeling himself, he began to give his report. He took himself back to the dusty pollen-filled planet, to how the commando droids ambushed his men, how they were pinned down for weeks underneath heavy droid artillery, how as they gained an inch of land on one front they seemed to lose a mile on another. Not even the creative hi-jinks of Ahsoka and Anakin could save them this time. It was another loss on Felucia and another devastating loss for the 501st since Umbara.

Before he knew it the briefing was over, he found himself in the hallway, one foot after another, retracing his path from earlier. He remembered Cody putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder after his speech was over. He remembered the look of sympathy Kenobi had offered him before General Mundi went on to talk strategy of how to recoup lost ground on the planet. It was all for nothing, the deaths of his brothers, of the people relying on him to keep them safe. Clones were supposed to withstand this kind of loss, but since Umbara, nothing had been quite the same for Rex.

Rex’s feet stopped themselves at an archway. It was ornate and cracked from the endurances of history, a kind of beauty unfamiliar to Rex. The archway allowed for a golden shaft of light to enter the hallway, its like the light was calling him toward, beckoning him with some unknown pull. Rex turned it over for a second, he shouldn’t be here, he should head straight back to the barracks, but apart of him was too tired to care, too cold.

He never quite realised how beautiful Coruscant could be. The Jedi gardens wound through the temple, around corners, a water feature being tended to by an elderly Jedi as a group of younglings dug in the garden beds looking for worms and other creepy crawlies, their laughter wafting through the peaceful air. Rex meandered down the pale cobbled path and came to stop in front of a tree. Its brilliant leaves littered the pavement making a soft bed for Rex as he sat at the base of it. The ombre oranges of the leaves were nothing like he had seen on any of his campaigns, so delicately gentle in its simplicity but strong and resolute in its colour. Rex put his head in his hands and took a strong deep breath in, his eyes rolled shut and he let the peaceful air roll over him, willing it to take away the pit that had made its home in his stomach.

When Rex closed his eyes, time seemed to stop. It all just felt like an unruly storm of all his worst memories and darkest fears. He felt like he was slipping slowly into his own darkness.

He felt a small hand on his forearm. He looked up. A small face looked back up at him. “You’re not a Jedi.” The kid was so small, smaller than Ahsoka when Rex first met her.

“I’m not.” Rex replied. The kid seemed to stare into his eyes so intently, a watchful curiousness interrogating his psyche.

“You’re sad.” The child said matter-of-factly. “What’s wrong?”

Rex struggled, this tiny Jedi was so untouched by the horrors of the galaxy, holding so much care in their small but intense gaze.

“Nothing’s wrong kid.” Rex was trying his best to reassure the kid and convince himself of the statement. Rex took a breath, looking down at the youngling.

“You know, Master Yoda says the trees call to you when you’re sad. That’s why I’m here.”

Rex looked at the kid with concern. “Are you sad?”

The kid nuzzled underneath Rex’s arm and settled their head in the crook of his shoulder looking up to the starship studded skies of Coruscant. “No. But if you’re here, you’re sad, and everyone needs a friend when they are sad.”

“Yeah, they do kid.” A small smile formed on Rex’s face the weight on his side shifted to snuggle in closer. The youngling was warm and safe beside him, reminding him of when, as cadets, they would all curl up together after the Kaminoans had disappeared. The child squirmed to face him once again.

“What’s your name Mr. Soldier?” Rex had never been addressed as such and his heart softened as he went to reply.

“My name’s Rex, what’s yours?”

“My name is Y/N.”

“That’s a very nice name.” Kamino had never trained him on how to speak to little ones, neither had Ahsoka. He hoped he was doing okay.

“Can I tell you a secret Rex?” Rex was slightly shocked by the question. He nodded in the affirmative and the child to his side kept speaking. “I was lying to you earlier.” They left a beat. “I am sad.” Rex’s heart sank, the child continued. “I’m sad because there is so much pain in the galaxy, and I can’t fix it. I wish I could make everyone happy. But I can be happy for those near me who need it, and make them smile.”

Rex pondered the youngling’s words. Even miniature Jedi sounded like little oracles. “Well Y/N, I think you made me a bit happier.” Rex offered.

“I think that’s all we can do. Especially right now. You’ll get through this Rex, I believe in you.” The youngling closed their eyes and relaxed completely into the clone beside them.

“Thankyou for sitting with me Y/N.” Rex’s mind began to quiet for what felt like the first time in months. The wind blew cooly against his face as the youngling’s chest began to rise and fall rhythmically. A soft otherworldly comfort began to engulf Rex, his own breathing slowed as he let his head rest on the trunk of the tree. Maybe this place called to him for a reason, he wasn’t a Jedi, but he could have sworn he could feel it. Feel it healing him, warming him from his persistent winter. An orange golden leaf fell from the tree, skittering down gently through the wind and landing on Rex’s shoulder.

Maybe this is what Ahsoka meant when she said she was one with the force and the force was with her.

For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.

[animechick2015]

Anime I Watched in 2022 Part 1:

1. Belle 3/5

*spoilers ahead*

Ughhh I really wanted to like this one. The songs and ost’s were amazing and the visuals were beautiful. I think the creators focused so much on the music that they lost sight of the plot. I had so many questions at the end of the movie: why did she go to rescue the kids on her own; couldn’t her father or some other adult go with her? Why did they build up a romance between her and Beast for nothing to come of it? Why after the entire movie of her friend not being interested in her, he suddenly showed romantic interest? I really wanted to love this movie like everyone else did but I can’t.

2. Promare 5/5

EPIC. The only word I can use to describe this movie. From the soundtrack, to the visuals, storyline and likable characters,this one will hook you from the opening scene. This one will have you feeling like you’re on an acid trip but it’s a good one, trust me. This is one anime movie I can see myself rewatching many times and never get tired.

3. Banished from the Hero Party 4/5

Such a cute romance. Very likable characters. The plot was interesting and the romance was so adorable; my only criticism is that it felt a bit rushed at the end but overall it was a great series. Doubt we’ll be getting a second season though 🥺

4. The Boy and the Beast 4/5

This movie got a lot of negative reviews and I can’t understand why. It was so interesting and going in blind I didn’t expect certain events to take place. I really enjoyed this one. The artwork, the soundtrack and even the characters were all amazingly done. If you haven’t watched this one give it a chance. Ignore all the bad reviews and go into this with an open mind.

5. Demon Slayer Season 2 10,000/5

Where do I begin with this masterpiece. Uzi Tengen has my heart, ; honestly he’s my second favorite Hashira (Giyu being the first ofc). Can we nominate Inosuke as the MVP of this season? This was a relatively short Arc but my god the studio did such an amazing job that every Sunday I was glued to my screen. Once again the Op and Ed were greatly done. The animation was top tier. The voice acting was superb. This is one of those series that I’ll actually sit down and rewatch with no problems

6. Moriarty the Patriot 4/5

This one has been sitting in my watch list for a while. I don’t know why I never gave it a chance before but I’m glad I did. This was such a nice twist on the Sherlock Holmes world. It was so good that in the beginning I didn’t even realize that the characters were based on the Sherlock novels (yes I missed the first couple minutes of the first episode but don’t worry because I binged it after I was done); this series got me supporting criminals without even realizing it. The writing in this was so good. And the chemistry between Moriarty and Sherlock 😚. My only criticism is that after reading the manga A LOT was left out that really fleshed out the stories and characters. Seriously hoping for another season but from that ending I really doubt we’ll get one.

7. Eight Six 86 5,000,000/5

I really want to kick myself in the behind for this one. I started this late last year and dropped it after the first episode. I really wasn’t feeling it. Maybe because mecha isn’t my favorite genre of anime but I wasn’t hooked so I put it aside and convinced myself that I would continue once the second season had been concluded; I didn’t. But a tiny voice at the back of my mind persuaded me to watch it and boy am I glad I did. The soundtrack was godly. Jesus Christ I don’t think I’d love a soundtrack more than AoT and Gintama but this won me over. The characters were all likable; expect the republicans of San magnolia, they can all rot in hell. It depicts a more realistic take on racism and war that your heart breaks for the soldiers especially knowing that most of them are children. Shin and Lena, two characters that never met face to face had so much chemistry that they could give a lot of Shojo animes a run for their money. I loved this series so much that I went on to read the novels. I might do a more in depth review on those later but seriously everyone needs to give this anime a chance.

8. Ranking of Kings 10,000/5

This is another series I almost ignored but thank goodness good sense prevailed and I gave it a chance. I was one of those who judged it because the artwork looked like classic cartoon drawings but my first indicator of this being a spectacular series was that it was being produced by Wit Studio. The character development in this one was amazing. What I loved about this series is that we couldn’t judge a character from first meeting them. Everyone had their reasons and stories for being the way they were. Boji is not your typical anime protagonist, with many disabilities that made the people of the kingdom judge him harshly, he definitely deserves best boy award and the world. Watching him at the beginning of the series had me crying in the middle of the night. Seriously he deserves everything. And queen Hilling is the MVP of the series; she took the clichéd step mother role and turned it on its back. If you haven’t given this one a try please do, you won’t regret it.

9. Attack on Titan: The Final Season Part 2 5/5

There are no words to describe how much I enjoyed this season. Seriously, Mappa outdid themselves. I know a lot of people are upset that we have to wait for Part 3 but I actually prefer that they take their time to animate the ending because there’s still so much to cover. Also can we talk about how amazing the OST’s were this season. Like goddamn!

10. Parasyte: The Maxim 4/5

I really enjoyed this one. I did. Honestly. If you ask me why I feel so cheated with the ending I can’t tell you. I guess I expected a more of an all out war between Migi and the other parasytes but nope. Trust me I get it, the ending was the most reasonable but I still felt like something was missing. Maybe I need to rewatch. But story wise, it was great; the main character was very likable. Seeing him turn from a regular teenager to cold, emotionless and back to his self was enjoyable. Tbh I didn’t really like the female lead but I guess she grew on me in the last episode. Also, the opening and ost’s were giving me an eargasm.

[nyuksw]

Thin Walls — Juyeon smut

warnings: unprotected sex, masturbation, sex toys

You knew Juyeon because he was your neighbor living next door in a department building. You weren't exactly friends or talked too often other than the casual greetings and small conversations when you two bumped into each other. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was very handsome, beautiful facial features and nice body proportions, but you two were only neighbors and that was it.

That was until he came home one Sunday night with a girl and stayed up all night, the creaking and banging from the bed and their moans keeping you up all night annoyed because you had to go to work the next day. Couldn’t he take it somewhere else? stupid thin walls and stupid Juyeon.

The next day you saw him as you two took the elevator and he greeted you like always, earning just a small nod from you acknowledging him.

“Have a good day.” He smiled at you and walked out of the elevator making his way to his car.

You scoffed, have a good day — how could you have a good day when you didn’t even get to sleep more than 2 hours thanks to him. Your day at work went surprisingly well and your co-worker Younghoon offered to drop you off since it was late at night.

The rest of the week went as usual until Friday came and again, Juyeon had another guest staying over for the entire weekend, keeping you up from all the noise they made.

One month passed by and it became a habit of him bringing someone over for the weekend. You grew even more mad after each night and then seeing him the next day on Monday acting like nothing happened flashing you that gorgeous smile and wishing you a good day.

Why were you feeling like this? Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in so long after your last relationship ended and he had it good every weekend while you didn’t, or maybe it was because you liked him deep inside. But how could you not? He was so sweet towards you, and yeah maybe you never talked to him for more than 5 minutes but his actions towards you were enough for you to feel a little something deep in your heart. But maybe he wasn’t such a good boy as you thought after experiencing those sleepless nights as his next door neighbor.

Friday came again and you were getting yourself ready, expecting his door to open and close with a loud slam at any minute. Hearing the noise caused by bumping into things on their way to his bed probably by kissing. But no noise was made that night and for the first time on a weekend you fell asleep peacefully and fully. You thought they would come around the next day but they didn't either.

You laid on your bed unable to focus on the book you were reading, your mind clouded with Juyeon. He must be really good in bed, considering the fact that the girls never stops moaning. You wondered how he was in bed, how his kisses must feel like. How he looked while shirtless, you have never seen him shirtless but you could see he had a nice upper body, the shirts he wore often showing some of his muscles nicely.

You didn't know why you were having these thoughts about him, and without thinking your hand no longer held a book and traveled down, passing past and under the waistband of your panties. You started touching yourself thinking of Juyeon, hissing at the sensation of your fingers rubbing circles on your clit. Would his fingers feel better than mine?

Not being satisfied with only your fingers, you reached to the last drawer from your night stand taking out a toy you haven’t used in so long.

You grabbed the vibrator and it replaced your hand inside your panties. You started moaning softly at first but then you clicked to make it vibrate harder. You were now a moaning mess, lifting your other hand to cup your boob under your shirt. But then the vibrator stopped working and frustrated you clicked repeatedly hoping for it to work again but it didn’t. You groaned and got up to change the batteries, but nothing worked.

“Stupid thing.” you said throwing the vibrator away not realizing it hit the wall, making the battery lid break and fly towards you.

You groaned and went to pick it up trying to fix it as you were still horny and desperate to have an orgasm somehow.

On the other side though, Juyeon was also sitting in his room finishing some work when he started hearing moans. Where are they coming from? He listened closely and realized they came from the other side of his wall. Were you moaning?

He got up and walked carefully towards the wall, placing his ear to it hearing more intense moans then they suddenly stopped. He heard some shuffling followed by a loud bang against the wall that scared the crap out of him and then he heard you groan. Are you okay?

He was concerned for a moment and was deciding if he should go check on you, opting to go knock on your door within seconds.

You heard a knock on the door. Now what?!

You walked towards the door and opened without looking at yourself first, seeing a surprised Juyeon standing in front of you. Juyeon eyed you from head to toe, processing the state you were in. Flushed cheeks, slight messy hair, he could see your nipples through your shirt and a vibrator on your hand.

You followed his eyes and realized you still had the stupid toy on your hand, quickly hiding it behind your back.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Well, the walls are thin and I heard a loud bang and I came to check if you were alright but I see that you are perfectly fine.” He smirked at the last part making you blush furiously.

You were lost at words, you were beyond embarrassed.

“Does that work well?” He asked, referring to the vibrator.

What?

No response. So he spoke once again “Do you think that could be better than me?” He asked looking into your eyes, his eyes darkening.

You don't know where the courage came from but seeing his eyes and face features become dark in a way you’ve never seen before, made you feel that tingling sensation between your legs again. “Why don’t you come and we can find out?”

He wasted no time walking into your place, quickly closing the door behind him and kissing you hard on the lips. One of his hands goes behind you grabbing the vibrator and throwing it away somewhere in your living room.

“You won’t be needing that.” He said against your lips and continued kissing you as his hands went to grab your ass and make you jump on him.

“The door on the left.” You managed to say between kisses and he started walking towards your room while carrying you in his arms.

Both of you fell into the bed without breaking apart from the heated kiss. He started grinding slowly into your clothed core making you moan and he took it as a chance to slip his tongue. His hands started wandering on your body, reaching your boobs as he pulled apart. He lifted your shirt and threw it away, attacking your boobs. Sucking and kissing on them before his lips went to wrap around your nipple sucking on it before letting it go making it pop. He gave the other bud the same attention, making the pool on your panties grow bigger. He pulled away and removed his shirt revealing his body, you eyed him hungrily and pulled him back for another kiss, running your hands across his body.

His hand sneaked between your bodies and went between your legs, touching and rubbing circles on your clothed pussy. His mouth worked between kissing you and then moving lower to suck on your nipples as he rubbed your clit.

“I’m dying to taste you.” He said, his breath fanning against your wet nipple causing you to feel more pleasure.

He took his hand out from your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties.

“Open your legs for me baby.”

And you did, giving him a full view of your wet pussy that was aching for him.

“So wet and pretty for me.” He smirked as he positioned himself in front of it, looking at it in admiration while caressing your thighs.

He placed a kiss on each of your thighs before giving you a long lick making you moan and arch your back. His hands went to grab your waist, keeping you still as he went to suck on your clit. One of his hands moved to spread your folds so he could have better access before inserting his fingers into you. He kept sucking your clit, earning beautiful erotic sounds leaving your mouth. He felt your walls clenching around his fingers and knew you were close, his lips releasing your now swollen clit and moving his other hand to rub circles on it. You came on his hand in seconds screaming in pleasure, he kept rubbing your clit as you came down from your high making your legs shake with the overstimulation. He stopped his movements and placed a kiss on your thigh before going up and kissing you on the lips.

“How was that?”

“That was incredible.” You said breathlessly. “Way better than that toy for sure.”

“And I’m not even done with you yet.” He said trailing kisses from your jawline towards your breasts, softly sucking on your bud once again.

He stood up and started unbuttoning his pants before you gained some energy to get up and do it yourself, falling into your knees you pulled down his pants and his underwear, releasing his dick with the head soaked in pre-cum. Your hand wrapped around his dick and you pumped him a few times before your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking all the pre-cum.

Your lips released his tip and you started pumping him again, your tongue starting to lick down the veins on his dick, making him throw his head back in pleasure. You wrapped your lips around his dick once again and started sucking his dick, bobbing your head as fast as you could.

“You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my dick.” He said while pushing your hair back into a ponytail secured by his fingers.

“How does it feel?” You asked, pulling away only to give him a long sensual lick from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, only to wrap your lips around it once again and sucking him off.

He was getting close but he pulled you away gently by the hair. “I want to come inside you.”

He helped you stand up and pushed you gently on the bed on four with your ass in the air. His hands are squeezing your ass, slapping it once before grabbing his dick pumping himself a few times as he lowered himself to kiss and lick your pussy.

He positioned himself and pushed his dick into you, filling you perfectly.

He moaned. “You are so tight, it feels so good.”

He started thrusting into you, holding you by the waist making your whole body also move and thrust back into him, the sound of skin and your moans was the only thing that could be heard. He lowered himself and started giving your back open mouth kisses all the way up to your neck. He grabbed your hair again and pulled you upwards making you support yourself in your hands. He thrusted hard and deep into you, making your boobs bounce. You came for the second time, shaking uncontrollably and collapsing into the bed. He pulled out of you and gave you a moment to catch your breath and come down from your high before flipping you over now facing him.

He positioned himself on top of you, kissing your neck and sucking on it leaving a mark.

“Can you do it one more time?” He asked in a sweet voice making sure you were comfortable.

You nodded and he placed a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth as he positioned himself and pushed into you once again making you gasp. He pressed his lips against yours and gave you several small and delicate kisses as he thrusted into you, this time doing it slow but full of passion.

“You take my dick so well, it feels like your pussy was made only for me.” He whispered against your lips and moved his head to kiss and suck on your neck again.

“I bet no one can make you feel like I do, not even that guy you’re always with.”

Which guy? You were too immersed in the pleasure to think further about what he said, a soft moan leaving your mouth as he sucked again on your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this, about us. Fucking you, making you mine.” He whispered in your ear.

His hips started to move faster and one of his hands went to cup one of your boobs, fingers playing with your nipple as the other rested on top of your head caressing it softly and moving some hairs out of your forehead.

“Come on baby, come all over me.”

You felt yourself getting closer to your third orgasm, wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him down to kiss him.

“Juyeon” You moaned on his ear as you came, your walls clenching around him, pushing him to the edge burying his head on your neck, causing him to finally reach his orgasm, coming inside you, feeling his warm cum filling you up.

Both of you stayed like that for a little while, just on each other’s arms.

He started to get up to look at your face, wiping the tears on your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation. Planting a soft kiss on your cheek he got up to grab a towel and some clothes to clean you up.

He helped you clean up and put on a shirt on you, you were too weak and shaky to move on your own so he carried you and moved you a little further to the top of the bed so you could lay on a pillow. He disappeared again to the bathroom to clean himself and came back with his underwear on. He went to lay down next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Was it too much?” He asked with concern in his voice but you shook your head.

“It was amazing. I’ve never felt like that before.” You reassured him by tracing soft circles on his arm with your thumb.

“I meant what I said earlier, I’ve wanted to do this for so long. And I don’t mean only having sex with you, but being able to kiss you and hold you just like this.”

“So did I. Not gonna lie, I felt somehow jealous when you brought girls with you every weekend.”

“What?”

“Oh, don’t even try to lie when I could hear everything you did. You know these walls are too thin.” You said hitting his chest lightly.

“But that wasn't me. Every weekend I go to visit my family so I leave my apartment under one of my friend’s supervision just in case.” He explained and now you were even more confused.

“Then that means that your friend was the one that came to your place with girls and didn’t let me sleep for 3 nights straight every week?!”

“Yes, trust me now that I know I’m as mad as you are. I will make him buy me a new mattress for sure. God knows what happened there...” and he cringed just at the thought of it.

“Well you can stay here with me in the meantime, that is of course if you want.”

“I’d love that.” He smiled down at you bringing you closer to him.

“But wait, don’t you have a boyfriend?” He suddenly asked.

“No, I don’t silly.”

“Then who is that guy that brings you home almost every day?”

“Oh you mean Younghoon? He is just a friend! He brings me home lately since our shifts are ending at night so he only wants to make sure I arrive safely.”

“I-I can drop you off and pick you up from your work from now on if you want.”

You smiled and turned to look at him. “Really? You’d do that?” and he nodded and smiled back at you.

“I really want to get to know you even more. Maybe I’m rushing into things but I would love to be able to be your boyfriend one day.” He sighed dreamily next to you thinking about what the future has for you two. “So how about I take you on a date tomorrow?”

“I would really love that. I can't wait.”

He kissed the top of your head as you cuddled him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your hair.

The two of you talked for a little while before falling asleep in his arms, both of you dreaming about each other that night.

[angrelysimpping]

Can you drop a few Hamster LIs headcannons🥺 (from the same anon from the first)

Man, I always wanted a hamster 🐹

Alex

Animal

Poor Alex is freaking out.

They've always been rather proud of their strength and now they're a little hamster.

Doesn't want to be away from you for a second and will either break out of their enclosure or scream until you pick them up.

Worried sick over the farm and Remy's raids to the point that they won't eat.

Hybrid

A bit rougher in bed for a while. They feel like they need to prove themself after being a literal hamster.

Likes their ears scratched.

Doesn't mind animal-based pet names.

Avery

Animal

Angriest hamster alive.

Seriously, how can so much rage fit in such a tiny body?

Grooms. A lot. To a concerning degree.

Will start screaming if you don't give them attention.

You gotta get them the fanciest toys and food.

Hybrid

Do not touch their ears for the love of god.

They are livid beyond words that they are now a hybrid and a hamster hybrid on top of that.

Do not tell them that it's cute, they don't care!

Their nose twitches a little now when they're really angry.

Eden

Animal

A mixture of fear and rage.

Does not want to leave their cabin but knows it's now even more dangerous for them to be in the woods.

Get them a bubble to roll around in.

Somehow still intimidating. Very large. Could be confused for a guinea pig. Never makes a sound.

Hybrid

Will try to act like nothing happened.

It's a really long time before they're okay with you touching their ears, but it turns out they like it.

Going to absolutely wreck you at the first opportunity. Says it's a reward for taking care of them, and that's partially true. They also missed having sex.

If you weren't at the cabin when they turned back, they're carrying your limp body back with them.

Kylar

Animal

Small. So, so small.

Don't bother getting them an enclosure, they will escape.

Makes a nest out of your clothes inside your wardrobe.

Will sneak into your pockets.

Bites anyone who tries to touch you, though it may end up in them getting yeeted.

Hybrid

Though they are glad to be human again, they miss their nest.

Will get overstimulated begging you to touch their ears.

Surprise them and they squeak.

Robin

Animal

Scared.

Hides in their enclosure.

Likes to be carried in your pockets, but they'll stay at the orphanage.

As they start to grow more confident, they'll start breaking out of their enclosure more. They won't trash or steal your things, but they like to cuddle with you when you're home.

Talkative. Will be quiet at night so you can sleep but during the day, they're squeaking nonstop.

Hybrid

Touch their ears while they're playing games and they squeak.

Touche their tail while they're playing games and they're tossing their controller aside and tackling you.

Sydney

Animal

Pure Sydney will stay in their enclosure at bedtime. Corrupt Sydney is breaking out to sleep on your pillow.

Makes a bunch of noise to wake you up on Sundays so you'll go to the temple. Will scream until you take them with you.

Used to being busy and now they're doing nothing. Has an abundance of excess energy as a result.

Hybrid

Squeaks easy.

Pure Sydney blushes when you touch their ears and tail. They'll stop you from doing it in public but will allow it in private. Corrupt Sydney also blushes but takes it as a sign that you want to go somewhere private and fool around.

Whitney

Animal

Bitter that they're a hamster, of all things.

Also escapes enclosures.

Will make a lot of noise at night just to be an asshole.

Bites everyone.

Sleeps in your hair.

Will climb into your pockets. They're bored and they're not staying in your shitty room.

Hybrid

It does not matter how much they like being scratched behind their ears, don't do it unless you're alone and ready to take the chance that it will end with Whitney on top of you.

Stroke the base of their tail while giving them head and they cum so fast.

[Bonus because of course]

Bailey

Animal

Angry.

Bites anyone and everyone.

Cannot be contained, they will escape any enclosure.

Hides in their office.

If you keep catching them, they'll sleep under your bed because it feels safe there.

Hybrid

Do not laugh.

They're so pissed over the ears and tail.

Might let you touch their ears if they're in a relationship with you and drunk, but no amount of alcohol will lead to them willingly letting you touch their tail.

If you surprise them enough to make them squeak, run.

Wren

Animal

Wren is going to cause as much chaos as they possibly can.

Escape artist. Let's you put them back in their enclosure just so they can escape again.

Sleeps in pockets because it feels safe to them.

Steals shit and hides it.

Very talkative.

Hybrid

Hey, they can hear way better now! Did you know all the cute sounds you make?

Make Wren squeak and they'll try to laugh it off but there's a blush dusting their cheeks.

Will fall asleep if you play with their ears.

[belovedharringrove]

*cracks knuckles*i have absolutely no plan for where i'm going with this so i am making this up as i go. also, i'm planning for this to be short and sweet(?) but it's probably gonna get away from me at some point so let's see how long this gets. i don't know if you've noticed but english is not my first language so this may have typos and grammatically incorrect sentences. i saw someone have an idea like this a while ago and i wanna credit them but i forgot who it was, so if you see this and it was you then uh. credit goes to you. thanks for the idea.

Steve thought nothing could surprise him anymore. After dealing with the Upside Down and monsters and having his heartbroken at a house party and secret Russian bases under the mall where he worked, he thought he had seen almost everything. But the sight of Maxine Mayfield standing on his front porch with a screaming toddler in her arms... confused him. And surprised him. The early morning sun made her red hair look like fire and her freckles stand out, but it also made the exhausted look on her face look a million times worse.

"What?" He said in a very smart manner, thank you very much and she rolled her eyes, pushing past him and making her way to his living room like she owned the place which was very typical Max behavior. "Come on in." He grumbled and scoffed, shutting the front door and following her further inside, trying to ignore the toddler's loud wails.

As Steve sat on the couch across from her, he eyes the screaming toddler in her arms warily. It had a head of bouncy blonde curls but its little face was scrunched up and bright red from the force of its screams. Max looked ready to throw it out the window judging by the exasperated look on her face. "I didn't know your mom had a kid with... him." He said, subtly trying to get some information but not being able to make himself say the name of Billy's father.

"She didn't." Max said and rolled her eyes again and really, she could try giving Steve a break. She shows up and starts banging on his door like the devil's chasing her at 5:37 on a Sunday morning with a mystery toddler in her arms and she expected Steve to just accept it? Instead of gracing her with a reply (that would've been a bit too rude for both their tastes), he simply gestured to the still screaming toddler in her arms as if to say 'well, explain that then'.

Max glances out the window at that, as if expecting someone to break it and run inside to snatch the toddler from her arms. "This is Billy." She says and Steve turns to look out the window as well, hoping to see a film crew for some prank show or something. Because that did not make sense.

"Billy the Second?" He asks hopefully, wanting to pretend that it's Billy's kid from some chick he knocked up back in California.

"Billy as in my brother." Max says and okay. Now that Steve's looking a little closer he can see the similarities between this screaming toddler and the cocky asshole that takes any chance he can get to visit him at work and tease him until Steve's ears are red and he's flushed crimson all the way down to his chest.

At Steve's blank stare, Max rolls her eyes (again? really?) and explains how Billy had an encounter with the Upside Down but managed to get away before any serious damage could be done to him. The people from the government found out (and honestly, when do they not?) and had grabbed Billy to interrogate him, make him sign the same papers Steve had to sign all those years ago and treat his wounds, except... some of the medicine they had given him seemed to react negatively with the Upside Down spore things Billy had inhaled and. Billy had been de-aged.

Billy Hargrove was a kid now.

Steve kept repeating that phrase in his mind over and over as he approached Max and the still screaming baby Billy, crouching down in front of them. "Holy shit." He breathed and Billy seemed to pause at that, taking in big gulps of air and turning his face away from Max's shoulder to see where the new sound had come from.

"Steeb!" Baby Billy exclaimed and Steve found himself with an armful of sobbing toddler. When Steve turned surprised eyes over to Max, she seemed to be just as shocked as he was. "He didn't recognize me at all. Kept saying I was a stranger." She explained and Steve. Okay, yeah. Steve had to exhale carefully through his nose at that, fixing his hold on the toddler- on Billy and standing up, now cradling him close to his chest and trying to not coo when Billy snuggled closer to him with a pitiful whimper.

"Right," He started, brushing some of Billy's messy curls away from his face and biting back a gasp when wide sky blue eyes opened to look straight at him. "And you came to see me why? Hopper had a kid. And Joyce has raised two kids." He said and she blinked up at him like the thought hadn't even occurred to her. At Steve's deadpan look, she opened her mouth in offense, probably ready to argue with him until he grew grey hairs, but one glance at a now quiet Billy made her pause and groan, slumping down on the couch like a marionette with all its strings cut off.

"Shut up." She huffed and Steve bit back the urge to tell her that he hadn't said anything, starting to gently run his hand up and down Billy's back instead. Billy seemed to like that, raising his head to give him a shy grin before snuggling close again, hiding his face in the crook of Steve's neck. Steve tried not to cry like a teenage girl watching a sad movie at the sight of Billy's chubby cheeks.

"Okay, okay." Steve sighed and sat next to her on his mother's ugly and very expensive couch, placing Billy on his lap and pretending he didn't see Billy pouting at that for the sake of his poor, poor heart. "I'll stay here with Billy and you go get Joyce and Hopper. Tell them it's a Code Red or something." And yeah, that sounded like a pretty solid plan. Except, after taking a look at her exhausted face, he sighed and stood up, gesturing for her to follow him. Billy seemed ecstatic at the fact that he was back in Steve's arms. "After you take a nap." He muttered and lead her over to one of the guest rooms upstairs. She argued with him at that, insisting that she had to watch Billy and that they had to find a way to turn him back to normal but eventually her exhaustion won out and she crawled into bed with her shoes still on, fast asleep before her head even hit the pillow.

Steve bit back a smile at that, stepping out of the room and leaving the door open a tiny bit. "Now, what to do with you?" He asked and looked down at Billy, finding the toddler already looking up at him with wide, awe-filled eyes. "...Wanna watch 'Grease'?" He asked and went back to the living room to put the movie on, Billy smiling happily in his arms.

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Max woke up slowly. Her first thought was 'Where am I?' but when she sat up and looked around, she remembered that she was in one of the guest rooms at Steve's house. Right, she had made her way here after Billy had been de-aged, not knowing what else to do.

A quick look out the window made her jump up from the bed and run downstairs, not having realized it was so dark outside.

She was worried. Steve was called 'the babysitter' in their party but he always looked after a bunch of preteens, not a toddler. She expected to find the house half destroyed, the kitchen on fire and both Billy and Steve dead in the bathroom or something. But to her great surprise, when she stopped to check the living room, she found Billy giggling and squealing in delight as he (very clumsily) ran from Steve, who was pretending to be a tickle monster, judging by the way his hands mimicked claws and he made exaggerated steps towards Billy.

"What?" She asked, very much like Steve had all those hours ago. Billy turned to look at her at the sound of her voice and Steve took the opportunity to sweep the toddler up into his arms and tickle him, managing to keep a solid grip on the kicking and squirming toddler.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked after a few moments, placing the giggling Billy on his hip and seeming to bite back a smile when he laid his head on his shoulder and clutched the front of his shirt in a tiny fist. Max nodded her head dumbly and went to sit on the couch again, still staring at Steve like he grew a second head.

"What did you guys do?" She asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Steve shrugged and explained how they watched movies together, napped a little, ate and then played until she woke up. As he spoke, he never stopped running his fingers through Billy's hair, making the apparently exhausted toddler yawn and hide his face in the crook of Steve's neck once again.

Max nodded slowly at that, staring at the now sleeping Billy in shock because... she could count in one hand all the times she had seen Billy smile and laugh genuinely. "Right," She said instead of thinking too much about that. "Should I go get Joyce and Hopper now?" She asked, moving as if to stand up.

"Oh no, there's no need. I called Joyce and she said she would speak to Hopper. She called back later and said they were gonna pay a visit to the government people and come back with some answers." Steve said and bent down to try and lay Billy down on the couch. Key word: try. As soon as Billy felt he was being put down, he was wide awake and clinging to Steve like a lifeline. "No!" Came a tiny yet very angry voice. "No? But you have to sleep some more, bud." Steve said and the amusement on his face told Max that he apparently had dealt with this while she was asleep. "No, Steeb. Up." Came Billy's voice again and Steve simply sighed, fixing his hold on Billy and rolling his eyes when he noticed the toddler gripping the front of his shirt in a white-knuckled grip. Seems he wasn't being let go of anytime soon.

The sight of such a ridiculous interaction, so unlike what she would usually see from both of them, made Max burst into laughter, startling Billy who turned to look at her with wide, betrayed eyes. She ignored the deadpan look on Steve's face as she cackled in delight, wishing there was a way to keep this moment in her memories forever.

The sound of a car doors slamming shut outside made her calm down, still giggling a little as she wiped a tear from her eye. Glancing out the window, she could see Joyce and Hopper approaching the door to Steve's house along with a man in a white lab coat. "The answers are here. Guess you're going back to being big, buddy." Steve sighed and his tone made Max turn to look at him, surprised to see him look so disappointed at the sight of something that was supposed to make him ecstatic.

She watched as Billy whimpered and turned to hug Steve as if he knew what was gonna happen. She was shocked to see Steve hug him back tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of Billy's head. The sound of the doorbell ringing made Steve sigh and he handed Billy to her without a word and left to open the door for their guests, and to her even bigger surprise, the toddler was quiet and still in her arms, simply laying his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

Instead of thinking to much about the weird interaction between her brother and Steve, she simply stood up and went to see their visitors, ready for this confusing situation to be over.

She would miss how cute baby Billy was, though.

(Much later, when Billy Hargrove is back to the way he's supposed to be and Max is off visiting Jane after insisting she deserved it after having to hear him scream in her ear for hours, he sits with Steve on the front steps of the Harrington house and watches Ms. Byers' Ford Pinto drive away. "How come you didn't recognize Max but you recognized me?" Steve asks him Billy doesn't have the answer to that question so he simply shrugs. "Maybe my heart recognized you." He jokes and lights a cigarette, ignoring how Steve's eyes well up with tears at that and how his cheeks flush so prettily. They don't need an answer to that question right now, maybe not ever, so they sit on the steps and share a cigarette and enjoy the closeness between them.)

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TO LOVE AND BELOVED - Part Five (Harry Styles)

a/n: ahh idk why but writing this part took me forever! but its finally here and i can’t wait to see your thoughts on it! i was debating for a long time if part 5 should be the last one, but then i decided to add another part, bc there are two more things i want to include in the story and i couldn’t squeeze them into this part, it’s already the longest so far, so we have one more part left of the story! also, a little warning that part 6 might take a little longer than the prev parts bc im a little behind with my schedule but it’ll try my best!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 12k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

You’ve been feeling like a teenager sneaking around her parents these past weeks. Only that you’re an adult and the parent you are trying to keep your secret romance hidden from is a four year old little girl.

Your birthday was a turning point in your evolving relationship with Harry. Like a wall has been brought down and he finally started reaching out to you. It feels like with every passing day you’re getting closer to him and you can see the progress he’s been making thanks to his therapy sessions and how much he is trying to make a change himself as well.

Stolen kisses and tiny touches have been a usual in your every days whenever Izzy was out of sight for the shortest second. You’ve realized that Harry is an affectionate person, he likes to keep you close and he never fails to bring passion into the tiniest kisses.

With Izzy around 24/7 it’s been hard to find time when it’s just the two of you, but you’ve been waking up early in the morning just to spend that twenty minutes alone with Harry while he drinks his coffee. Sometimes you just sit in silence, trying to wake up for the day ahead of you but sometimes he talks your ears off about anything and everything. In the evening, when Izzy is already sleeping the two of you usually wind off together in the living room or watch a movie in the entertainment room, just enjoying some alone time. It’s not much, but more than nothing and you’ve grown very fond of these little moments with him.

Nothing more has happened than just kissing. Despite the progress Harry has made so far you can tell he still has quite a few conflicts buried deep inside him and you definitely don’t want to rush him into anything he is not ready for. Some cuddling on the couch or short but passionate make out sessions in a corner while Izzy is not paying attention, you haven’t gone further than this.

Now it’s the last day before Izzy leaves to Harry’s mum for the week. He is dropping her off Sunday afternoon and it will leave the two of you alone for seven full days. Well, Harry still has to work during the day, but from the moment he’ll get home, it’s just gonna be you and him.

You had to make a few phone calls so you’ve been locked in your room for a while now. When you come down you find your favorite father-daughter duo on the couch, some kind of Barbie movie playing on the TV, but Izzy is busy with something else. She’s got her water based flooring pens scattered around her, Harry’s tattooed arm laying across her lap as she is coloring the patterns as if it was her favorite coloring book. Before they could notice you, you run back to your room and grab your polaroid camera and returning you snap a picture of the adorable scene. The shutter of the camera makes Harry’s head snap in your way, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Hey,” he softly greets you. You put the camera and the photo aside to the cupboard near you before joining them on the couch.

“Hi Y/N! Look!” Izzy beams happily, pointing at Harry’s ship tattoo that is now fully colored with yellows, pinks and blues.

“It looks better this way,” you smirk down at her before your eyes meet with Harry’s over her head, smiling at you softly.

Making yourself comfortable next to them, you watch Izzy work on more of his tattoos and you find it such a heartwarming scene, you want to remember it forever. Harry Styles, such an influential, successful and serious businessman, sitting on the couch in his loungewear while his daughter is using his tattooed skin as her personal coloring book. He really is a wonderful human being and the best dad to his daughter.

“Y/N, do you have any tattoos?” Izzy asks, turning to you with curious eyes.

“I actually do,” you answer and you see Harry’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“You really do?” he asks, his head resting on the back of the couch, turned to face you.

“Yeah,” you nod with a soft chuckle.

“Where?” Izzy asks perking up at the new information.

“Um, it’s right here,” you tell her pointing at the side of your hips, covered with your sweatpants.

“Can I color them?” she asks innocently, but Harry is quick to react.

“Izzy, you’re being a little too nosy,” he warns her as always, and she looks at you with a pouty look.

“It’s fine. Um, yeah, you can color it,” you nod.

Sliding lower on the couch you roll down the waistband of your pants until the tattoo is revealed on the side. You catch Harry’s eyes wander over the skin you are now showing and you can see a slight blush tinting his cheeks. He hasn’t seen this part of your body uncovered yet, he hasn’t even seen you in a bathing suit so far so it’s quite the new thing.

(reference for the tattoo)

The tattoo on your side is a simple yet meaningful one, dedicated to the special bond you and Trevor share. It’s a minimalistic yet beautiful piece of two koi fishes swimming in a circle, one is left blank as while the other one is black so their formation resembles the yin-yang symbol. You got it when you turned twenty, when Trevor was just in middle school, but he promised you he would get the same design when he turns eighteen that will happen in the fall.

“That looks beautiful,” Harry breathes out with a shy smile and you notice how he doesn’t ask about the meaning behind it. Not because he is not curious but because he is insanely respectful and he doesn’t want to ask something that’s too personal.

“Thanks,” you smile at him as Izzy grabs her pens and starts coloring the blank fish.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully, Harry is clearly trying to spend as much time with Izzy as possible before her week with his mother, but you also notice that he seems to be keeping something away from you, like he is trying to bring up something but he is not entirely sure how to start the conversation.

It’s not until Izzy is put to bed that he joins you on the couch, turning to you with a serious expression on his handsome face.

“What’s up?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“I was thinking…”

“I could see that,” you tease him, giving his knee a playful squeeze. “I’m listening.”

“Actually there are two things I wanted to talk to you about. I’m not sure which one to ask first.” He purses his lips before sighing and moving his eyes to meet your curious gaze. “So we’re gonna be alone for the next week.”

“Mhm.”

“And I thought that… if you want to, but we don’t have to, it was just an idea—so feel free to—“

“Harry,” you cut his stuttering off, moving closer with a reassuring smile. You caress the side of his face and you notice how you lean into your touch, breathing out through his nose. “Don’t be nervous, alright? Just tell me what’s been on your mind.”

“Would you go out on a date with me?” he then asks and it’s the purest thing you’ve ever seen and heard from him. The hopeful but still nervous look in his eyes makes him appear like a little boy who is asking out his first crush in middle school, afraid of rejection, when that’s the last thing he has to think about when it comes to you, but it’s still cute.

“I would love to,” you smile at him and leaning closer you peck his lips softly. “And what’s the other thing you wanted to ask?”

“Well, I’m driving Izzy over to my mum’s early in the morning and I’m staying for lunch and… if you don’t feel like it’s too much, you could… maybe come with us.”

“You want me to meet your mum?” you ask surprised.

“Well, she wants to meet you as well, but I want you to meet her, yes,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “Gemma has told her about you and my sister likes to be nosy so she might have added a little spice into the story about us when nothing was really going on.”

“Oh my, what does she think?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” he assures you quickly. “She just made it seem like we are… dating and all,” he adds with a nervous smile. “But I told her that it’s… I mean that we are not there… yet.”

“Oh, okay. Well, if you really want me there, I would love to go with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Would love to meet your mum.”

“I was afraid you’d find it a little early for this,” he admits truthfully and you can see that rationality in his thought. “We haven’t really… discussed what we are and I didn’t want to put the pressure on you.”

“Well, do you want to talk about us?” you ask softly, giving him the chance to decline if he feels like the conversation might be a little too much for him.

“I do, but I’m not sure… what to say,” he hums, knitting his eyebrows together. Last time I had this talk I was in my early twenties and I don’t even know how to start,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“Okay, then let’s just agree on some things,” you suggest and he eyes you curiously. “Neither of us is seeing anyone else, right?”

“Is that even a question in my situation?” he snorts, making a joke out of his issues clearly and you’re happy he is able to take it so lighthearted.

“Just clearing the air,” you chuckle. “So we are…exclusive.”

“Seems like it,” he nods.

“And you just asked me out on a date,” you point another detail out.

“I did. And you said yes,” he smiles, an excited shine in his eyes glimmering through his green irises.

“Yeah. So we can say we are dating? Seeing each other?” Harry chews on the terms you offered, tastes them before nodding slowly.

“I guess we could say that.”

“Okay. So… that’s what we are,” you smile at him, giving his knee another squeeze. This time, his hand finds yours and he runs his thumb across your knuckles.

“I think… I’m okay with that,” he breathes out and though it’s seemingly such an insignificant thing, you know how huge steps he has just taken forward.

“I liked the blue one better. With the white sweater,” Heather hums, watching you through the video call. You have your phone propped up on your dresser as you’re trying to figure out what to wear today.

Though you seemed completely unbothered last night when Harry invited you along with them, but now you can feel the slight panic. It’s not even because you and Harry are a thing now, you’d feel this way if you met his mother just as Izzy’s nanny. Grandmothers can be so protective over their grandchildren, you’ve met with quite a few problematic ones while you were working at the daycare and you just want Anne to like you, to trust you with Izzy as much as Harry does.

“Okay, blue it is then,” you sigh, pulling the yellow sundress off of yourself before putting the blue one back with a white sweater.

“So you guys are now official?” Heather grins at you through the screen. “Meeting his mother and all that?”

“Define being official,” you chuckle softly.

“Like, boyfriend-girlfriend?”

“Not yet. But we agreed to be exclusively dating.”

“I still can’t fucking believe that you’re scoring the hottest dad I’ve ever seen. You lucky bitch,” she sighs, sipping on her morning coffee.

“Me neither,” you scoff.

“I’m pretty sure if the mothers who got you fired knew, they would explode. Basically every woman was in love with the man and now you are the lucky woman actually getting him.”

“I guess this is karma for what they did,” you chuckle shrugging. “Alright, I gotta go, because we are leaving soon, but I’ll talk to you soon.”

“You better be! I want a detailed essay about how it went!” she grins, kissing the camera.

“Alright, bye!” you smile before ending the call.

When you get downstairs, Harry and Izzy are already down there, Harry is zipping up her bag while she is dancing around humming to herself.

“Baby, your backpack is still in your room. Can you please get it?” Harry asks her, Izzy nods and runs towards you, stopping in front of you.

“Hi Y/N! I like your dress!” she beams at you.

“Hi! Well thank you!” you smile at her before she runs past you up the stairs. “Hey,” you greet Harry and his eyes snap up to you, his pink lips stretching into a warm smile as he leans closer and kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Hi. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So, any tips for meeting your mum for the first time?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. Harry reaches out and takes your hands between his so he stops the motion.

“You don’t need tips. I know my mum will like you, she is already so excited to meet you, so don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” you breathe out.

Harry puts Izzy’s stuff in the Rover and soon buckles her into her seat before the three of you hit the road. Harry has a whole playlist for Izzy’s favorite songs so you obviously listen to that along with Izzy’s performance of all the songs, filled with misheard lyrics, but that’s what makes it even better. The car ride is about three hours, which is not that horrible. You need just one bathroom break sometime in the middle and Izzy sleeps through the last hour in the car, allowing the two of you to finally listen to music that’s not from a kids’ show.

“Do you have a song request?” you smile over at him, scrolling through his phone since it’s the one connected to the car, but he has given you permission to play whatever you like.

“Not really.”

“You don’t have songs you like to listen to in the car?”

“Not specifically. Do you?”

“Oh, I have a whole playlist for songs to blast in the car,” you chuckle.

“Really? And what songs are on it?”

“Well, I can just show you.”

You search up your user on Spotify and find the playlist in talk before putting it on shuffle. As the first song starts to play, you peek over at him to see his reaction and you spot the smirk on his lips.

“Black Eyed Peas?” he asks glancing at you shortly.

“Yeah, you don’t like them?” you smirk at him.

“I do, I just didn’t think you listen to them,” he admits with a soft chuckle.

“Are you kidding me? They give me the biggest nostalgia! I listened to them so much as a teenager.”

“So teenage Y/N gave a concert in her bedroom, singing I Gotta Feeling?” he teases you grinning.

“Not just a concert, a whole world tour.”

There’s a short silence, just the two of you listening to the song, you watch the trees and fields rush by you as you drive down the country road. The song changes to another one and you’ve already forgotten about what you talked about, but apparently not Harry.

“What were you like as a teenager?” he asks. You turn to face him and your eyes meet for a second.

“Um, like a normal teenager,” you shrug, not sure what to say.

“There’s no such thing as a normal teenager,” Harry smiles. “What did you do, what were your favorite things?”

“I was… pretty plain, if I might say. I wasn’t a rebel or too much of a geek either. I had like three good friends, we used to hang out a lot by the little lake near our neighborhood, that was like our spot. I liked going on hikes and I watched a lot of documentaries,” you admit with a small smile.

“What kind?”

“I don’t know, anything that was on,” you shrug. “My mom had this phase where she was trying to act like she was just like all the other mom’s from my school, but they were all at least a decade older than her. She was trying to prove that she was this mature, very serious woman who had her shit together and all that.”

“And she didn’t?” Harry asks peeking at you shortly.

“I mean, she did. She turned thirty when I was twelve. Most women barely just got married and started their family at that age but she had been married for eight years and had a middle schooler and a baby already. She really was mature but I could tell that she felt like she lost her twenties because of… me.”

Sighing you think back to the years when you often felt like a burden to your mom. She gave up a lot of things just to give you the life she imagined for you. She worked her ass off to raise you and later Trevor as well, have a career and do all the works around the house. Your dad was working a lot of night shifts, there were entire weeks when you barely even saw him. You don’t blame him, he was trying to provide for his family, but it’s pretty clear he and your mother grew cold over the years and it had a huge part in it.

“Do you… blame yourself for it?” Harry asks softly.

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s not like I had anything to do with being born,” you chuckle. “I just didn’t like seeing my mom struggle so much. So when Trevor was born I was trying to take over a lot of tasks around the house and with him as well. I babysat him a lot, took care of him in the mornings, I picked him up from daycare and later from school… I tried to make it easier for my parents.”

“So this is why you grew so close with him?”

“I guess so,” you nod. “I mean, I surely spent the most time with him,” you add with a short chuckle.

“And do you think this is why you’re so good with kids?”

“What is this, a therapy session?” you ask arching an eyebrow at him, but he just rolls his eyes.

“Just… trying to get to know you. Is that a problem?”

“No, I just… I’m not used to talking about myself so much. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been in this… talking stage,” you admit with a sigh. “But to answer your question, it might have had some impact on me. I mean, I loved taking care of Trevor. It’s like I had my own baby doll, only that it wasn’t just a toy, it was a real baby I could play with.”

“Did you play dress up with him?” Harry smirks at you.

“I did,” you admit laughing. “I used to dress him as a princess a lot and he seemed to like it! My dad wasn’t really a fan of it.”

For the rest of the ride you listen to your playlist and talk about not just your but Harry’s past too. He tells you about his friends, what he was like in school and the mischiefs he did growing up, that drove his mum crazy sometimes. As you get to his hometown and he points out different places he used to go to when he was younger, you feel so much closer to him, like you’ve just gotten to see another piece of him that was hidden before.

He pulls up to the driveway of a simple townhouse and as you get out of the car you see the front door open and a woman rushes out, squealing in excitement as she runs up to Harry and hugs him tightly.

“Finally! I was starting to get worried!” she breathes out, rocking the two of them to left and right.

“Mum, don’t be dramatic. I texted you when we left and we got here perfectly in time,” Harry chuckles, holding his mum tight.

“You barely just arrived and you’re already picking on me? Typical,” Anne rolls her eyes, letting go of him. You round the car, feeling nervous to meet her. When her eyes finally fall on you, her smile grows even wider as she takes a step closer to you. “And you must be Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you!” she beams, pulling you into a warm hug as well.

“Nice to meet you too,” you chuckle, hugging her back.

“I’m Anne, but I listen to all versions of mum and grandma,” she tells you chuckling.

“Alright, noted,” you nod smiling.

Harry opens the car door of the backseat and unbuckles Izzy who has already woken up from her little nap and the moment her feet are on the ground she runs up to Anne.

“Grams!” She giggles before throwing herself into Anne’s arms who picks her up happily.

“Hi baby, you grew so much! I missed you!” she sighs as the little girl cuddles into her neck.

“Missed you too, Grams. I brought my new toys, do you want to play with them?”

“Of course! We’ll have all the time to play this week,” Anne smiles down at her. “Alright, come on in. Lunch is almost ready.”

Harry grabs Izzy’s things from the car and you all head inside. The house smells good from the cooking food in the kitchen and it’s such a cozy home, you can definitely see Harry growing up here. Above the fireplace in the living room there are a bunch of photos framed on the wall, most of them are from Harry and Gemma, but there are some more of other relatives as well, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. It seems like Harry has a big family.

Harry unpacks Izzy’s stuff in her room that used to be Gemma’s apparently, he is telling Anne all about everything she needs to know about Izzy’s routines and she is listening patiently, though you’re sure she is more than capable of taking care of her. After all, she raised two amazing children already.

While Izzy shows Anne all her toys she’s brought with herself, Harry takes your hand and pulls you out of the room just to go into another one. Walking in you immediately realize that it must have been his once upon a time.

“You know, I can see your younger version in here, the one I saw in the photos downstairs,” you smirk at him, looking around. There are some old posters and pictures still littering the walls, stickers are covering the side of his wardrobe and dresser, some of them are partially ripped off already, he probably tried to get rid of them once he got older, but miserably failed.

“Yeah? I was pretty cute, right?” he smirks, so full of himself.

“I liked the curly Justin Bieber hairstyle,” you tease him and he gives you an “are you for real?!” look to which you just start laughing.

“Justin Bieber had nothing on me.”

“Yeah, sure,” you laugh before he grabs your hand and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Your mum is in the next room,” you whisper against his lips as he leans down, teasing you with them just lingering on yours.

“So what? You never sneaked around your parents before?” he smirks down at you.

“I did,” you admit.

“Oh, nasty,” he comments before finally kissing you. However it doesn’t last long, because you hear footsteps coming from outside so you’re quick to move away from each other, just in time when Anne walks in.

“Lunch will be ready in a few, would you two mind setting the table?” she smiles, oblivious what was happening just a moment ago.

“Sure,” Harry nods, rubbing his nose as his other hand finds your waist and he ushers you out of the room.

Izzy helps Anne in the kitchen while you and Harry take care of the table. When everything is done you all sit down and start the feast Anne was so kind to make for you. It doesn’t take long to see the snickering but loving dynamic between Harry and his mother. Anne likes to pick on her son, call him out for basically anything and though Harry talks back, he mostly just lets her tear him to pieces. With love, of course.

“Izzy, please don’t get whipped cream all over the place!” Harry sighs when it’s time for dessert. Anne has made apple pie, one of Izzy’s favorites and she is going generous with the cream on top of her slice.

“You didn’t have problem getting cream all over you when we were making cupcakes, daddy!” Izzy sasses back, making both you and Harry drop your jaws while Anne starts laughing at her boldness.

“That was an entirely different situation, Izzy,” Harry shakes his head as he helps her with the scream before passing it over to you.

“Grams, you should have been there! Daddy, Y/N and I made a mess in the kitchen, but daddy started it!” Izzy giggles, digging into the pie.

“Is that so?” Anne smirks.

“We were just… playing,” Harry explains.

“Oh, I know how you can get when you’re just playing,” Anne chuckles. “Y/N, how do you put up with two kids in the house?”

“I used to deal with fifteen at the same time, so two is not a trouble,” you smirk at Harry who just rolls his eyes, but you see the hiding little smile on his lips.

After lunch Izzy insists on showing you the dollhouse Anne has set up for her in the backyard while Harry helps his mum with the cleaning up.

“We both know your sister likes to exaggerate stories, so I didn’t believe everything she said about you and Y/N,” Anne speaks up as she is washing the dishes and Harry is on drying duty.

“I’m glad you don’t fall for Gemma’s vivid imagination.”

“But there’s one thing she got right.”

“And what would that be?” Anne turns the tap off as she faces Harry, sighing in relief as she smiles at him.

“That you look happy.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then just closes it. He does feel happy, even if he is still struggling to accept it. Anne dries her hands and reaching up she cups Harry’s face in her palms.

“Baby, I haven’t seen you like this for a long time. And I know you think you don’t deserve to feel this way, but you do. And Y/N makes you happy, clearly.”

“Mum…”

“No, honey, just… listen to me, okay?” she asks and he nods, giving all his attention to his mother. “It broke my heart to see you so… lost after what happened to Maggie. And I know that it was the hardest thing you ever had to go through, but you need to move on. She would want you to do the same thing.”

“How do you know, mum? You didn’t even like Maggie when I first brought her home,” Harry points out mumbling under his breath.

“That doesn’t change the way you felt about her. I know you loved her and I would have never wanted anything to happen to her. She made you happy and that’s all that mattered to me,” she smiles with a tired sigh. “And I just want you to be happy again. Whatever you two have going on… don’t let go of it, alright? She is making you happy and you deserve that.”

Harry doesn’t know what to say so he just nods before Anne pulls him into a tight, motherly hug that he returns gladly.

“I’m trying, mum. I’m trying,” he whispers into her hair, giving her a squeeze before letting go of her.

You stay a little longer, Anne makes you tea and Harry soaks in the last minutes with Izzy before he is forced to be away from her. You know he is looking forward to spending some time away from his daddy duties, but it’s clear that he’ll miss her terribly too.

“Alright, baby. Be good and I’ll call Grams to talk to you every day, okay?” Harry tells her, giving her one last hug. Izzy wraps her arms around his neck tightly, her face squished into his neck.

“Okay, daddy. I love you,” she mumbles with a pouty look.

“I love you too. Have a good time with Grams.”

“Thank you for everything, Anne,” you tell her, giving her a quick hug.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was so nice to meet you,” she smiles, feeling a little touched by the goodbye. “Come back soon!”

“I will, thank you.” “Bye mum, call me if anything comes up,” Harry tells her, hugging her as well.

“We’ll be alright, don’t worry. Tell Mitch and Sarah that I wish them the best!” Anne smiles as you and Harry head out the door.

“I will! Bye!”

Izzy stands at the front door with Anne, waving after you as Harry backs out of the driveway and eventually, they are out of your sight.

Harry falls silent and you don’t have to be a genius to know that he is already missing Izzy. You can imagine what it feels like to not see her every day like he always does, when he is so used to having her around all the time.

“You alright?” you softly ask, giving his arm a short squeeze.

“Yeah, it’s just… It’s the third time I’m doing this, but it never gets easier. The first year we did it I ended up driving up here four times that week,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s normal to miss her.”

“I know, it just makes me emotional,” he admits, flashing you a short smile before he turns his gaze back at the road ahead of him.

The drive back home is a lot quieter than the way to Anne’s. You play some music again and Harry hums to it sometimes, but he is mostly just deep in his thoughts and you don’t want to bother him, knowing well he probably needs some time to settle with the thought of an entire week without Izzy.

You get some takeout for dinner before arriving home and eat together before putting on a movie to watch in the entertainment room. One movie turns into another and before you could realize it, you’re dosed off on the comfy couch, cuddled to Harry’s side near midnight.

When you wake up something entirely different is playing on the screen since the original movie has ended long ago. Harry is passed out, his head resting against the back of the couch, one arm curled around your shoulders while the other is resting on his stomach. Rubbing your eyes you check the time and decide it’s better if you both just go to bed before you end up spending the night on the couch.

“Hey… H,” you softly caress his cheek before you brush his unruly curls back from his forehead. He scrunches his nose adorably before his eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings. “We fell asleep. Why don’t we call it a night?” you ask in a soft whisper. Harry sighs, nodding his head, squeezing you to his side before his arm falls from around your shoulders. You peck his cheek before pushing yourself up from the couch. He shuts the TV off and the two of you head upstairs. For your surprise, his hand finds yours on the way up the stairs, lacing his fingers together with yours.

You pad your way up to the second floor and walking past Izzy’s room Harry stops for just a heartbeat before he follows you down the hallway. When you’re about to let go of his hand to head into your own bedroom, Harry pulls you back gently, making you look at him with slight confusion.

“Do you… Maybe you could… sleep at mine, if you want to? Just a thought…” he breathes out, clearly nervous to speak what’s been on his mind.

“I would love to, but only if you’re sure about it.”

“I’m sure. It would be nice to… wake up next to you,” he adds with a shy smile and you notice how he didn’t say waking up next to anyone, he wants you to be there.

“Alright. Why don’t we both just go and shower separately and then I’ll come back to yours?” you offer, giving his hand a squeeze. Harry nods and leaning down he places a chaste kiss to your lips before letting go of your hand, going your separate ways.

After doing your usual nighttime routine you put on a pair of soft pajama pants and a simple shirt before heading back to Harry’s bedroom. The door is slightly open, the lights are still on. You knock on the door before pushing it open carefully. You’ve only been in here a handful of times and it’s strange to come here with the intention of staying.

Harry is standing by his dresser in a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair is slightly damp from his shower. As his eyes fall on your figure a small smile tugs on his lips before he glances towards the bed.

“Which… which side do you like sleeping on?” he asks and you can’t hold back a chuckle as you walk to the side that’s clearly not used by him usually.

Harry huffs with a smile before going to his side. You put your phone to the nightstand before getting under the covers, making yourself comfortable in Harry’s silky sheets. He sits to the edge of the bed, checks something on his phone before dropping it to his nightstand and he then joins you under the covers.

It’s a tiny bit awkward at first, neither of you really finding your place in such a new situation, so at first you just lie on your sides facing each other. Harry is clearly about to say something, he is just looking for the right words, so you give him all the time he needs.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he softly speaks up. “Not just because… I would be awfully lonely now without Izzy,” he adds with a cheeky chuckle. “I meant it generally. I’m really happy that you’re here.”

“I’m happy to be here too. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you smile at him. Breathing out through his nose he closes his eyes for a few seconds before his green irises meet yours again. Leaning closer he kisses you softly, just another way to tell you the same thing he just said with his words a moment ago. Pulling back he settles his head on the pillow and he pulls you into his arms, making you cuddle to his side similar to the way you fell asleep on the couch earlier.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Good night, Harry,” you hum back, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his strong arms.

Harry grumbles lowly when his phone’s alarm goes off in the morning. He might be off from his daddy duties this week, but he is still the CEO of his company and work is calling his name. Sometime during the night the two of you got tangled up in each other. Unlike last night, now Harry is the one snuggled up to you, his heavy arm lying across your stomach, his legs mingled with yours under the sheets as you gently scratch his scalp with one hand, running the other up and down his arm across your stomach. You’re not gonna lie, waking up in a bed with Harry is far more blissful and satisfying than you imagined. Even early in the morning he has such an aura that sweeps you off your feet, the man was surely crafted by the gods.

“You’re gonna be late,” you hum, eyes still closed when he hits the snooze button and snuggles back to you.

“It’s set to when I have to get Izzy ready. We still have some time,” he mumbles against the fabric of your shirt.

You stay in bed a little longer until it really is time to get up. Harry’s morning form is so soft yet still breathtaking, even with his hair tousled and his puffy eyes, he still looks gorgeous and you find it slightly unfair how little effort the man needs to be this perfect.

Harry heads to take a shower and in the meantime you decide to start making breakfast while the coffee is brewing.

“Oh you shouldn’t have,” Harry breathes out with a thankful smile when he arrives downstairs and sees the almost ready breakfast and the smell of coffee hits his nose.

“I have all the time in the world this week,” you chuckle as you fill a plate with eggs and veggies before you slide it over to him on the kitchen island. You fix a plate for yourself as well and join him on the stool beside him.

“So… are you still up for the date?” Harry asks shyly, glancing over at you.

“Didn’t really change my mind since yesterday,” you chuckle.

“Would you be up to do it today?”

“So, eager, huh?” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder and he just shyly shrugs, trying to push down his smile. “Today works fine for me. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m not ruining the surprise,” he smirks at you, sipping on his coffee.

“Alright, then just tell me the dress code.”

“Wear that lilac dress you wore to that birthday party the other week.”

You know exactly what dress he is talking about, but it stuns you that he actually remembers what you wore two weeks ago. He only saw you for a few minutes before you left, yet he still remembered the dress.

“Alright,” you smile to yourself before turning back to your breakfast.

Though you have a few extra sessions booked for the week, your Monday stayed empty and without Izzy roaming around the house you have to realize that you can easily get bored without her. You got so used to being with her all day long that now being home on your own is so weird.

You spend the first half of the day lounging at the pool, something you’ve been dying to do, but you were too busy with a certain little girl. Then you have a nice lunch and after reading the book you’ve been putting away for weeks, you realize that you’ve run out of things to do. So you text Trevor if he wants a ride home after school and of course he does, so after fixing yourself up you drive down to his school.

“Hi there, how was your day?” you ask when he sits into the car, throwing his backpack to the backseat before he buckles himself up as you back out of the parking spot.

“Fantastic, as always!” he fake cheers, making you laugh.

“Want to get ice-cream?”

“You know I always want ice-cream,” he snorts smirking at you.

You haven’t met Trevor ever since things become kind of… romantic between you and Harry, and you didn’t want to tell him over the phone, so now is the perfect time to break him the news. When the two of you are sitting on the terrace of your favorite ice-cream place, your paper cup filled with chocolate and strawberry ice-cream while he chose mango and cookie dough, you finally start the conversation.

“So, I have news for you.”

“Oh my God,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a second. “Are you leaving the country?”

“What? No! Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, but last time you said you had news for me you moved out from home. Figured it might be something similar,” he shrugs, returning to his ice-cream.

“Well, no, I’m not leaving the country.”

“Okay, then what is it?”

“I’m kind of… dating Harry. You know, my boss.” You have no idea why you felt the need to add the last part when he has already met him, but you feel a bit nervous. Trevor is like your best friend and he had a bad feeling about Keith when you started dating him, but you ignored it. If he has a similar feeling about Harry now, you are definitely considering them this time.

“Oh!” his eyebrows shoot up. “What do you mean kind of?”

“Well, we haven’t had our first date yet, it’s happening tonight, but things have… changed.”

“So you slept with him?”

“No, I haven’t,” you chuckle nervously. “We kissed. A few times and… we talked about where it’s heading and we both think it’s going to turn into something… more serious.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at you and it seems completely genuine. “See, I told you it’s gonna happen sooner or later,” he smirks coyly, before he licks his spoon off.

“You were just drawing random assumptions because of his looks and wealth, Trevor. But it’s not about that.”

“Oh, I know you’re not a gold digger,” he teases you, making you roll your eyes at him. “So your first date is tonight? What are you guys doing?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me,” you shrug with a small smile.

“Mysterious,” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows at you. “So he is finally ready to get back on the dating scene, huh?”

“Um, he is working on it. It’s a little hard for him, but he’s been changing for the better.” “That’s great. I’m happy for you,” he smiles at you. “Really, you deserve it after that asshole.”

“Yeah, I hope it’ll go well,” you smile back at him with a sigh before you return to your ice-cream.

After dropping Trevor off at one of his friends you head back home. For your surprise, Harry’s car is already parked on the driveway with another one that doesn’t belong to him when you pull up and walking in you find him with Niall in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi boys!” you greet them.

“Y/N! You are stunning as always!” Niall beams, pulling you into a tight hug right away.

“Thanks,” you chuckle patting his back. “What are you guys up to?”

They share a look and it tells you right away you are not supposed to know whatever they were talking about so you just nod smiling.

“Alright, got it,” you chuckle.

“How was your day?” Harry asks, hoping to change the subject smoothly.

“Great! Met with Trevor, just dropped him off.”

“Oh, how is he doing?”

“He is fine, struggling a little with math lately, but he is doing great,” you chuckle.

“So you have a brother. Do you happen to have a sister, maybe?” Niall asks with a coy smile and while Harry just rolls his eyes at his friend, you can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, no,” you tell him the bad news. “But… I have a good friend and I think you’d like her.”

“A friend? Do you have a picture of her?” Niall beams, already excited about it. Pulling your phone out you show him a picture of you and Heather so he can have a good look at her. You actually think that Heather and Niall would be a good match, she might even be the girl Niall would give up his bachelor life finally.

“When are we having a double date?” he simply asks, making you and Harry laugh at the same time.

“I’ll see what I can do for you.” You let the boys finish whatever they were doing before you arrived so you go to your room, unwinding a little before you have to start getting ready for the date. Around five there’s a soft knock on your door and as you call out, Harry pops his head inside.

“Hi,” he smiles nervously as the rest of his body walks into your sight.

“Hi!” you smile back, putting your book to the side.

“I just realized I never told you the time when you should be ready tonight,” he chuckles nervously. “Is six good for you?”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“Alright. Then… see you soon, I guess,” he smiles nodding before he walks out of your room. You can’t help a small chuckle at how nervous he seems about tonight, as if he wasn’t still sure about your feelings for him, when you’ve made it clearer than daylight.

You get the best kind of jitters while getting ready for the date. It’s like you’re in high school again and your crush has finally asked you out so you want to look your best. Since Harry already suggested you what to wear, you don’t have to spend an hour standing in your closet, trying to find the right choice. For the makeup you go for a little smokey look and you do a loose bun styles for your hair, remembering the words your mother always told you when you were a teenager.

“A woman’s greatest and most secret weapon is her neck. Men go crazy if you show them your neck and they don’t even realize it!”

You spray some perfume on yourself and put on a pair of nude heels before packing your necessities into a purse that matches your outfit. You finish with everything just in time, a soft knock signaling that Harry has returned. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror you open the door and reveal him standing at the door, wearing a pair of fitted purple dress pants with a crispy shirt on, matching your dress perfectly. And the cherry on top is the bouquet of red roses in his hands.

“Hi,” he breathes out with a nervous smile and his gaze travels down your figure, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Hi!”

“You look… beautiful,” he smiles shyly and your heart is fluttering in your chest. It’s really happening, you are going on a date with Harry!

“Thank you,” you chuckle softly.

“These are for you. I know it’s weird that I’m picking you up from your bedroom and I’m not giving you this at the front door, but…” he chuckles as he hands you the flowers.

“It’s really nice, thank you,” you smile, taking the flowers before moving into the bedroom to put them in a vase quickly. Harry takes just about two steps into the room and stops with his hands hidden in his pockets as he eyes every movement of yours before you finish with the flowers and let him know that you’re ready to do. He holds out his hand and you take it gladly as you head out of the house.

He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, not even when you try to annoy him and bully him into finally hinting something, but you should have known that he wouldn’t break. He has a four year old daughter who is constantly bugging him, he has endless patience.

When he parks down in front of a modern apartment complex you kind of get really confused, because nothing around seems like the location you’d choose for a date.

“Are you gonna kidnap me and keep me hostage in one of the apartments here?” you ask him with narrowed eyes as the two of you head inside, taking the elevator up.

“It’s not kidnapping, you came willingly,” he smirks down at you.

“That I did.”

When you’re at one of the apartments you are really lost about what he had planned and he finally breaks your suffering and tells you what’s gonna happen as he keys the two of you into the apartment.

“This is Niall’s place, he let us use it tonight. My mum always says that cooking together is a good first date, because food brings people together and you can easily get to know each other,” he explains as you walk into the modern, but definitely very manly home. “I didn’t want to do it at home, because we are always there, so… Niall was nice enough to lend us his place for our date.”

You see that there are two full grocery bags on the kitchen counter and the table is already set for two, you wonder if Harry was here earlier, or Niall did the work for him. Either way, it’s such a thoughtful gesture and a perfect first date.

“Where is he tonight?” you ask with a small smile.

“He is visiting his mother, for a change,” Harry chuckles, knowing well you thought he would be out with a woman probably. “He said he won’t be back until later tomorrow so we can even sleep here, but I thought it would be better if we went home.”

“So what are we making?” you ask curiously as you peek into one of the grocery bags.

“We are going to attempt to make gnocchi with some killer tomato sauce. And brownies for dessert,” he adds with a small smile.

“That sounds great, what can I help with?”

“Let me just quickly pack everything out and then we have to peel the potatoes, yeah?”

“Alright,” you nod, your gaze wandering over to the spacious living room. “Can I look around?”

“Sure,” he nods while he is already elbows deep in one of the bags.

Niall’s place looks like it came right off the pages of an interior design magazine, the furnishing is modern and more on the dark color range, but not too much to make it appear depressing. Right next to his huge TV there’s a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with books mostly about music and art and you realize you don’t even know what Niall does for a living. It just never came up between his heavy flirting sessions.

“I never asked, but what does Niall do?” you ask calling out to Harry.

“Oh, he is a freelancer music producer. Tried to offer him a permanent spot at my company, but he prefers his freedom, like with everything else in his life,” he chuckles. “But he is a good one, we used to make music together when we were younger.”

Just as he says that, you spot a picture of the two of them on the shelves and your lips part in a bit of a shock when you realize that Harry used to have long hair. Leaning closer you inspect the photo better and you feel like you’re looking at two entirely different people. Niall’s hair was bleached blonde which is already enough to make him like another version of himself, but Harry is definitely the biggest shocker. He was rocking some loose shirt with the top buttons left undone, his necklace with the cross pendant peeking out and though the photo ends somewhere above his knees, you can tell that he is wearing skinny jeans, something you never thought you would ever see him in.

“You had long hair?” you ask joining him in the kitchen. Harry’s eyes shoot up to him, then he looks in the direction of the living room, a smile tugging on his lips as he probably remembers what photo you must have just seen.

“Uh, yeah. Yes I did, when I was about 21 or 22.”

“I could hardly believe that was you in the picture, with the long locks and the skinny jeans,” you tease him.

“Yeah, I was a lot different then, but after all, it’s been an entire decade since then,” he sniggles.

“Why did you cut it?”

“Um, I was pretty new in the business back then and had a few assholes telling me that it’s not too masculine and all that. It was a time when I cared more about others’ opinion than I should have so I kind of gave in and cut it.”

“I’m sorry they ruined it for you. But I’m glad you don’t care about others that much now,” you smile at him softly. Harry’s eyes flicker down to his painted nails and ring-clad fingers and you just know what he is about to ask before he even speaks up.

“Does it… bother you? That I paint my nails and stuff?”

“No,” you shake your head confidently. “Not at all. I mean, I never saw you without them, but at this point I think it wouldn’t even feel right,” you add with a small laugh that brings Harry’s smile back as well. Stepping closer you kiss his shoulder softly before turning your focus on the food in front of you. “So, let’s peel these bad boys!”

It’s the first time you and Harry actually work together in the kitchen for more than just five minutes. He is always in control at home, taking over everything with Izzy and you know it’s a good bonding time for them, so you never even tried to push your way into it without their invitation. But now the bonding is all about you and him and so far you’ve been a great team. The cutest thing is that he brought you matching aprons to protect your clothes and you look like you are in some cooking show for sure.

You keep asking questions from each other while working on the food, Harry asks you some more about your childhood and teenage years and he shares stories from college where he had this friend group of five. Niall was part of the group as well and he said he is still in touch with the other boys, but they all do very different things now, the other three are already fathers themselves and live far away, so they don’t get to see each other that much.

You are making the little dumplings while Harry is on duty for cooking them, relentlessly fishing them out of the boiling water once they swim up to the top. When that’s done, Harry starts making the sauce while you take care of the brownies. It all works out well, everything gets done easily and while the dessert is in the oven you start eating what you just created.

“Mm, this sauce is really good!” you hum when you take the first bite.

“It’s my mum’s recipe,” he smiles proudly.

At the beginning of the evening you could tell that he felt nervous, not essentially about being with you, but probably because of the thought of going on a date in general. But as time passed by and he got more and more comfortable in the situation, you could see him loosen up and calm his nerves, so now that you are eating the dinner you made together and drinking a glass of fine wine, talking about anything and everything, you feel like he is actually enjoying something he was probably terrified from before.

When the brownies are done the two of you take advantage of the nice evening weather and Niall’s amazing balcony, moving out to the lounge chairs, munching on the dessert with the skyline of the city in front of you. At one point you start playing a game of would you rather, and after a while you ask each other the most random things, cracking each other up continuously. You don’t even realize and it’s already past ten, you completely talked the evening away, but you don’t regret any of it.

You clean up Niall’s place, leaving it just the way you got it, putting some leftovers into his fridge for him as a thank you for lending you his place before you head out.

Harry keeps a hand on you at all times on the way home, he is either holding your hand over the console, or rests his palm on your thigh above your knee, but either way, he just keeps the physical touch up always. Not that you mind, you are doing kind of the same, enjoying his closeness.

Arriving home you can feel a kind of tension growing, but not a bad kind. You want him. Your desire to go further than just kissing has grown immensely tonight, but you have no idea how he feels about taking it further and you don’t want to push him past his boundaries.

“Want to… sleep with me again?” he shyly asks when you’re going up the stairs.

“Yeah, I would love that,” you smile at him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

When you part ways in the hallway he probably expects you to do your night time routine, but you have other plans. Grabbing your polaroid camera you pad your way over to his room, knocking on the door, hoping he is not in the shower yet. When he calls out for you, he is standing at his dresser, the first few buttons of his shirt are already undone, but he is still dressed.

“I just thought that… we could snap a picture as a nice memento of our first date,” you shyly explain to him, holding the camera up.

“Oh, yeah! Okay, how do you... how should we…?” he looks around the room and you step to his dresser, placing the camera to the top of it.

“It’s got a timer,” you explain as you set it up and tell him where to stand so you can check if he is in the frame. When it’s all set, you glance back at him. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nods shyly. You push the button and step back to him. “What should we…” he starts, but you already know what you want the picture to be like.

Cupping his face in your hands you pull him down and kiss him sweetly, for the first time tonight. You’ve noticed he hasn’t tried to kiss you all night, being a gentleman, but you’ve been craving it since he showed up at your door with the roses.

He hesitates for a moment, but eventually curls his arms around you, kissing you back softly. The timer goes off and the flash indicates that the photo has been taken. Pulling back you smile at him before taking the photo from the camera, setting it to the side to develop. Harry steps behind you, his arms coming to curl around your waist and you turn in his hold to face him.

“Hi,” you smile at him giddily. “Thanks for today.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he answers softly, making your heart flutter. You press your lips at his, kissing him hard and passionate, like you wanted all evening. He is quick to return the kiss with just as much passion as you put into it, his hands finding your waist as he slowly pulls you with him until the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits down and pulls you with him so you sit on his lap straddling him, never breaking the kiss as you settle in his arms, his hands roaming up and down your back.

Your kisses move from his delicious lips to his chiseled jawline and down his neck, your fingers working on the buttons of his dress shirt. You want him, you need him, he is all you can think about and the taste of his skin on your tongue is making you lose your mind.

His hands move up your thighs right to your bum, giving it a good squeeze, making you moan against the crook of his neck.

“Fuck,” he growls, throwing the two of you to the bed, getting on top of you before his lips attack yours, kissing you with a demand heatedly. His lips move smoothly against yours, devouring you with every suck and lick, making you dizzy in the head with such little effort.

He starts kissing down your neck, through your collarbone and whatever is showing in your dress on your chest. Your fingers lace through his messy curls, keeping him close to you as you try to control your moans and gasps. His fingers hook under the thin straps of your dress and he is about to pull them down when he stops, breathing heavily against your skin.

Harry lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he is panting through his parted lips and you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” you tell him softly, knowing well his mind is probably racing right now.

“I just…” he starts quietly. “I haven’t been with anyone since… Maggie,” he admits in a whisper and your gaze softens on him.

“And I haven’t been with anyone since Keith,” you admit truthfully. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m fine with just sleeping if that’s all you want to do.”

“No, I want to… I want to do things, I just… I’m not used to it, I guess,” he breathes out as you run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. We can take it slow. Whatever you feel comfortable with,” you assure him pecking his lips softly.

“Is it… Is it okay if we just… touch?” He is clearly feeling a bit embarrassed to ask, but you will not make him feel bad for asking for whatever he wants. Pulling him down for another kiss you smile up at him.

“Touching is perfect. It’s all up to you,” you tell him and see the gratitude in his eyes right away.

Removing yourself off of his lap you climb back on the bed, pulling him with you until he is holding himself up above you. Your eyes meet for a second again before leaning down he kisses you slowly, taking his time with you. He is holding himself up on one arm while his other hand finds your hip, gently squeezing it when his tongue slides into your mouth through the kiss. Your hands move down his chest and you start unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open and he shimmies it off with a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get rid of the dress too,” you breathe out, reaching down for the hem of your dress, pulling it up until it’s off, leaving you in only your underwear. You’re wearing a matching set with a strapless bra and as you lie back on the bed Harry’s eyes basically devour you, his gaze running up and down your body several times.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathes out before leaning down and kissing you again, his hand cupping your side before wandering over to your stomach and up to your chest. He runs his hand over your chest, gently squeezing it, making you moan into the kiss.

“And you’re wearing too much clothes,” you grin as you reach down and start undoing his purple pants you ogled him quite often tonight. Harry chuckles as he holds himself up for you to work the button and the zipper on his pants before he takes over the task and gets rid of them himself, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and you have to hold yourself back from gasping when you see the growing bulge between his legs.

You don’t get to eye him for too long, because he is back to kissing you, his body pressing up against yours as you let your hands roam his strong back, his skin burning under your touch. His lips travel down the line of your neck to your chest and his hand snakes behind your back, but he stops before he could do anything with the clasp of your bra. Glancing up at you he gives you a questioning glare, asking for your permission.

“You can take it off,” you softly tell him nodding. His fingers are quick to undo it and a moment later you’re lying with a bare chest underneath him. His hand moves to your chest again and he kneads your breast again, this time with nothing between your skin and his palm. You whimper under his touch, you’ve been so starved to be touched this way and now that it’s happening, it’s hard to control yourself, but Harry doesn’t seem to mind seeing you react to what he is doing.

His lips return to your mouth and while he kisses you with so much passion, he slowly lays himself down next to you, so you’re facing each other sideways on the bed. He pulls you closer to him until you’re flushed against his hard chest and while your hand roams around his shoulders and back, his palm slides down your spine, over your waist until he calms bum, pushing you even closer to him. His clothed erection presses against your thigh and you can’t help but whimper his name at the feeling.

His kisses slow down and his touch loosens on you until he pulls back, seemingly just for air, but you can tell his head is starting to race again, spiraling thoughts taking over his mind.

“Do you want me to take over control?” you softly ask him, pushing his unruly curls out of his forehead. His gaze softens and he nods shortly with gratefulness lacing through his look.

He watches you intently as you push yourself up into a sitting position, he rolls to his back and keeps his gaze on you as you hook your fingers into your panties, getting rid of them before doing the same for him with his boxers. He lifts his hips up as you pull down the elastic material, revealing his hard cock to your greedy eyes. You want nothing more than to taste him, but he said he just wants to touch so you don’t try to overstep his limits, leaving this desire of yours to another time. Instead, you lean down, capturing his lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss that everything is going fine to calm his nerves as much as you can, while you place your palm to his lower stomach, moving down slowly until you find his hard cock, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a few gentle stroke.

“Fuck,” he breathes out against your parted lips and you can’t push a smile down.

You kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jawline, everywhere around his face while you keep pumping him, spreading some of his precum down his length to help your hand move smoother. Your actions awaken something in him, he grabs your face in both his hands, kissing you hard before he pushes you to your back, becoming the one on top. He parts your legs with pushing a knee between your thighs and while you keep up with your motions, he gets down to action as well. One of his large palms runs down your abdomen, stroking your lower belly gently before it moves to your inner thigh, spreading you even more for him before you feel his touch on your heated and dripping wet core. First, he just teasingly runs two fingers through your folds, testing how wet you are and when he realizes that you are more than ready to whatever he has planned, he moves his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing circles with the pad of his finger, sending a wave of pleasure up your spine immediately.

“Harry!” you moan his name, running your thumb over the head of his cock that makes him gasp and stop his motions for a moment before he returns to pleasuring you.

He buckles his hips into your touch while his fingers move down from your clit until he is teasing your entrance, just circling around it but not pushing into you. Rolling your hips you signal him that you want the teasing to end and he luckily gets the hint, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, curling them gently and it makes your eyes roll back immediately. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he starts moving his fingers in and out of you while you try your best to keep up your pumping motion as well, moving your other hand to his balls to give him some of that extra pleasure and he seems to be liking what you’re doing, because your name keeps falling from his lips as keeps fingering you, curling his digits just the right way inside you from time to time.

“Fuck, Y/N, I won’t last long,” he pants, his lips brushing against your neck before he kisses the soft skin above your collarbone.

“It’s alright. Just want you to feel good, H,” you assure him, though you’re getting closer to your release as well.

“Are you close?” he asks out of breath, still holding himself up above you, leaning onto his other arm next to your head.

“Yeah, don’t stop,” you nod, turning your head so your lips could meet for a kiss again.

You can tell he is trying hard to hold himself back, to stretch it out as long as he can. A torturous look tugs on his face and you kiss his temple, wanting nothing more than to see him finally reach the peak.

“Let go, H. It’s alright,” you whisper against his skin and he whines at your words before you feel his cock jerk in your hand and he cums under your touch.

You keep stroking him as he rides his high, gasping and panting your name while he spills his semen onto your naked stomach. His fingers stopped moving inside you as he found his relief, but as soon as you feel him recovering from his orgasm, he goes right back to where he left it, desperately wanting to pleasure you as well.

“Harry!” you moan when he hits a specific spot inside you, tingling your nerves just right, your hands come to clasp onto his broad shoulders.

“Cum for me, babe. Let me see you feel good,” he whispers before his lips occupy your mouth again, kissing you with so much passion and vigor, your senses are starting to overload.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp feeling your toes curl and Harry picks his pace up, his thumb coming in contact with your clit as he tries to make you reach your high.

And then it finally happens. You stop breathing for a moment, the intensity of it washing over your whole body. It’s been so long since you felt this good with anyone, and just the thought of doing this with Harry probably adds a lot to the equation.

He slows his fingers down, but makes sure to curl them inside you every time he pumps them in, and you repeat his name over and over again until you finally catch your breath. Your gaze meets his, and you see a happy and satisfied shine in his green irises as he leans down and kisses you sweetly, pulling his fingers out of you gently.

“M’gonna get a towel,” he murmurs, pecking your lips one last time before he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom while you lie on his bed, totally gone and worn out from your orgasm. Harry comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans up the mess he made on you before gently moving to between your legs, taking such good care of you. He drops the cloth to the floor, not wanting to leave the bed again as he pulls the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you softly ask, pecking his toned chest.

“I’m good.”

Lifting your head you search for his eyes, wanting to make sure he didn’t regret any of it, but he seems calm and rested for a change. Smiling up at him you push yourself up a little so you can connect your lips before you snuggle back to his side and let yourself slowly drift off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat under your face.

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Flustered | Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago. 

A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!

As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.

There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.

You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.

“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”

“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”

“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”

“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”

With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.

After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”

“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”

George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.

You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.

“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”

“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.

“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”

As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.

He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.

When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.

“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.

“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”

“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”

“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”

“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.

“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”

“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.

“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.

“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”

“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”

“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”

Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.

“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.

“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”

“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”

“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”

“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”

You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.

“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.

“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.

Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.

“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”

“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”

You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.

After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”

“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.

Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.

“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”

Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.

A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.

“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”

“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”

“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”

“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”

“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”

“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided.  “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”

You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.

He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.

“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”

“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”

George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.

“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.

You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.

“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.

“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.

He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.  

“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”

A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.

“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”

“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.

“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”

“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”

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Hello lovely! Here's a prompt idea for you:

"And all I've seen since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile."

Go wild! 💙💙💙

@orange-peony Peony, it is an honor to have gotten this prompt from you--and especially such perfect lyrics!! So, for your consideration, some fluff! Enjoy.

Draco's head pounded in protest as he forced his eyes open against the streaming sunlight. He raised a feeble arm to defend against it, squinting and using the other hand to rub the sleep from his face.

Then, someone shifted next to him, and Draco was suddenly very much awake.

He nearly yelped in shock but bit his tongue just in time to block the sound. A tanned, muscled back rose and fell with sleep-heavy breaths, and a head of black, messy hair was pressed into the mattress under Draco's spare pillow.

Can a hangover cause hallucinations?

Just to be sure, Draco Accioed a hangover potion and drank it down, wincing at both the bitter taste and the fast-acting effects. He shook his head and looked back at the source of the disturbance.

Sure enough, Potter remained. Very much real, and very possibly naked, though the bedding covering his lower half left that fact a mystery.

Draco cringed as memories from the previous night came in flashes. Being stood up by his blind date and going to the Leaky to drink his sorrows away. Running into Potter, who'd met his half-hearted insults with mirthful, bright green eyes and easy grins. Being persuaded into joining Potter at his table in the corner. Talking the evening away, trading light banter and stolen glances and tentative, friendly touches. Having too many shots of firewhiskey and Potter offering to see him home safely.

The last thing he remembered was Potter holding the door for him as they left the bar.

Panic twisted in Draco's stomach. And he and Potter....?

And he'd missed the whole thing?

Draco closed his eyes and thumped his head back against the headboard. Of course. He'd finally had Potter in his bed, after years of fantasies and pining, and he couldn't remember any of it.

Potter stirred, then, and Draco froze.

What if Potter didn't remember what happened? What if he thought Draco took advantage? What if--

"Stop that, will you?"

Draco didn't hold back his yelp this time, Potter's interjection startling him from his thoughts.

"S-Stop what?"

"Overthinking--whatever it is. I can practically hear you panicking internally," Potter's rough, sleepy voice was far sexier than should be allowed. "It's fine."

Draco felt the knot in his chest begin to loosen. "Do you remember last night?"

The black-haired head nodded from its face-down position. "Gimme a second."

Draco held himself back from shaking his leg nervously against the bed as he watched Potter shake off the sleepy cobwebs in his mind. Finally, Potter sat up and turned, revealing taut abs and the waistband of his pants, the latter of which Draco noted with a mix of relief and disappointment.

"So, last night. We ran into each other at the Leaky, and--"

Draco waved a hand. "I remember all that. What happened after we left?"

Potter looked at him with amusement. "Bossy. Anyway, I brought you back here. You managed to put on your pajamas, but after that, you climbed into bed, you pulled me down. Said I was in no state to Apparate. I reminded you that I wasn't nearly as drunk as you and that I could just use the Floo, but you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."

Draco's heart sank. "Potter, I sincerely apologize if, in my inebriated state, I was, er, less than--"

Potter interrupted him with a chuckle. "No, nothing happened. You just wanted me to sleep in here. I was just too tired to argue anymore."

"Then why, pray tell, are you wearing only pants?" Draco drawled, finally regaining some of his pride.

But Potter raised an eyebrow. "You said, 'Potter!'" Draco rolled his eyes as the other man put on an affected, exaggerated impression of him. "'Do not soil my silk sheets with your street clothes, you heathen! Sleep in your pants or borrow something of mine!' And none of your clothes fit me, so," Potter shrugged.

Draco nodded. "Well, thank you for your help last night, Potter. I very much appreciate it."

"No problem. You're not bad company, Malfoy," and Potter gave him another one of his easy smiles, like Draco was someone he just...smiled at.

"So, er," Draco coughed. "What happens now?"

Potter pressed his lips together. "Well, the way I see it, we have two choices. The first is, I can go and leave you to your Sunday morning. Or--" Potter looked away. "We could get up, I can make us breakfast, and I can get to know you better."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Wh...why?"

"Like I said, you're not bad company. Maybe we can continue our conversation from last night--just with less alcohol," Potter smirked.

It would be easy to send Potter away. It would preserve his pride, that's for certain. And perhaps Draco of 18 hours ago would've done just that.

But, sometime last night, Draco had decided to give himself the chance that Potter seemed to think he deserved. The chance to change things. To have a fresh start. To make up for lost time.

Draco smiled. "Breakfast sounds great."

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time makes the heart grow fonder

Hey, so I'm back after a little break I had from writing, hope you like this one.

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Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky wants to finish his list of amends. The problem? The last name on the list belongs to a woman whit whom he had a more romantic relationship during his time in Hydra.

Warnings: little sad, attempted murder, bad writing, doesn't follow the events of movies or series whatsoever,

Word count: 3,3k

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“Just wanted to let you know that I’m not the winter soldier anymore, my name is James, and I have to make amends,” Bucky told to the terrified man in front of him, in a monotone voice. The man didn’t say anything; he only squished his back closer to the wall behind him.

“So, I didn’t want to kill your family, I was just a puppet to Hydra. They made me do it.” He said the words, which he told many times. He squatted in front of the man and he closed his eyes in fear. Bucky sighed and moved his hand towards his pocket. The man in front of him flinched and whimpered in fear.

“Just my note book, don’t worry,” Bucky mumbled and pulled it out of his pocket, opened it, and crossed over the man’s name. He looked over the page for a few moments, when his eyes landed the last uncrossed name, (Y/L/N). He shook his head and nodded his head towards the man.

“Good talk, man thanks for listening.” He slapped the man’s shoulder and he squeaked quietly. “Would talk more but I have to get to therapy,” Bucky said, stood up, and left the abandoned warehouse, where he cornered the poor scared man. As he walked away, the only thing he could hear were the fast footsteps of the man and his labored breathing.

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“So, you crossed another name off your list, that’s great.” His therapist said in a monotone voice and Bucky nodded awkwardly. The room went silent and she started to write something in her little notepad, which he hated so much.

“Okay, I don’t have much to tell you. You have been making progress.” She looked back down to her notepad.

“No nightmares?” she asked and Bucky shook his head.

“No, only some flashbacks but I’ve been sleeping peacefully for the last 3 weeks.” He answered truthfully. The doctor only nodded and continued writing in her notepad.

“I want you to finish the list of amends by the time of our next session.” The doctor announced and Bucky’s heart skipped a beat.

“Then we can move on to other stuff.” She continued and Bucky shook his head quickly.

“No, I can’t do it that quickly, give me some time before I can face her family.” He pleaded and she looked up at him surprised.

“So, you had some connection with the victim? Other than your…” she stopped to think “unfortunate encounter?” she questioned and Bucky looked to the floor in shame.

“I managed to escape in 2009.” He whispered quietly and the doctor furrowed her eyebrows. “Pardon?”

“When I was with Hydra. I managed to escape and hide for about 3 years. The woman I killed, she helped me hide.” He confessed and her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“This wasn’t in the files, I would’ve known.” She mumbled to herself as she shuffled through her notes and files.

“It isn’t,” Bucky said and ended her useless search. “Nobody knows about it. Except you.” He confessed and she calmed down.

“Alright, tell me what happened James.” She said and got her stupid notebook ready. Bucky took a few deep breathes to calm himself down and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“So, a few years back, the winter soldier was sent on a mission to the outskirts of San Francisco. It was supposed to be easy, just a takedown of some S.H.I.E.L.D. officials who were visiting one of the newer bases in the area. But then I realized it was a trap. Long story short, I got shot into the stomach, and left shoulder.” He started explaining.

He didn’t remember many injuries from his time as the winter soldier, but he could remember this one very clearly. The pain, the metallic taste of his own blood. His head started spinning just thinking about that and he decided to move on.

“I got away, but the bullet damaged the chip I had in my left shoulder and it got disconnected from Hydra’s systems. I ran a few blocks before collapsed from exhaustion in an ally way behind some bar.” He stopped to wait so the doctor could finish her writing and then continued.

“I think I laid there for about 3 hours before she came out of the bar. She worked her part-time job there because she was in college. She studied psychology.” Bucky’s voice cracked a bit and he took a deep breath because he could feel tears stinging his eyes.

“Take your time James.” She reminded and handed him a paper tissue. He thanked her and dabbed his eyes with it a few times.

“She wanted to take me to the hospital but I told her she can’t. I was so out of it because of the pain but I knew that this was maybe the only chance I would get at escaping Hydra. So she drove me to her dorm room about 20 minutes away from the bar.” He paused to collect his thoughts before he continued.

“She then took care of my injuries, made me some food, and let me sleep in her bed. My wounds wouldn’t heal for a long time so she decided to take me to a house she got from her grandparents. She even apologized for getting me out of the dorm room so quickly, but she explained that her roommate would come soon and she didn’t want to be questioned.” He chuckled as he felt the hot tears tumble down his cheeks.

“She drove me there and spent the whole weekend with me. In the meantime, I snapped out of my winter soldier mindset. So I explained everything to her and she wasn’t scared of me. Can you believe that?” he smiled fondly at the memory. The doctor only nodded at him with a smile on her face. It was unusual to see her smile.

“She then had to go back to her dorm on Sunday, but she left me with a lot of food, books, and clothes, so I would be okay. She visited every weekend and sometimes even throughout the week. And after a few months, we fell in love. When her semester finished, we stayed in the house together. It was like this for about three years, before Hydra found out where I was hiding.” He shivered at the memory and continued.

“Then, they made me kill her. And you know the rest.” He finished quickly and wiped his tears with the backs of his hands. The tissue that the doctor gave him laying on the table crumbled into a little ball.

“I miss her you know,” he sniffled and the doctor nodded with sympathy in her eyes.

“Only thing I got left is a photo I managed to hide in my boot.” He laughed and took out the polaroid to look at her. The doctor put out her hand.

“Can I see?” she asked softly and Bucky put the photo in her hand hesitantly. She thanked him quietly and turned the photo to look at it properly.

Her eyes first landed on Bucky’s smiling face. She could see he was holding the camera with one hand, and his other hand was wrapped around the shoulders of the girl on his left. She was squishing her cheek to Bucky’s and laughed into the camera, with her arms wrapped loosely around Bucky’s neck. Just from the first look, you could see that they were happy.

“What was her name? If you don’t mind me asking.” The doctor asked cautiously and Bucky smiled softly.

“Her name was (Y/N).”

“Thank you for sharing with me James, this was progress as well, you opening up.” She explained to him and he nodded his head, still looking to the ground.

“But you are taking a very long time with the list of amends so I can’t give you more time. You have time until the end of the month, which is 2 weeks. Not more.” She announced and he gulped loudly.

“I understand, why you were pushing this away, and I think you know you can’t do that any longer. This is the way to forgive yourself.” She explained.

“You can go, we are finished for today.” She dismissed him and he shook his head.

“The problem is doctor; I don’t think I can forgive myself,” Bucky answered and left the room.

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A week later, tired-looking Bucky stumbled into his apartment. It was around 3 a.m. and he couldn’t sleep. Ever since he opened up to his therapist about his years on the run, he didn’t get much sleep. His nightmares were plagued with the images of his lover laying lifelessly on the floor under the bridge.

His sleep was haunted with the flashbacks of the horrible actions he had done, while under the influence of Hydra. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her. He tried every single nightmare exercise the doctor taught him. Nothing helped. So he tried the second option. Get drunk and pass out from exhaustion.

But even that was hard. With the serum running through his veins, his alcohol tolerance was very high and getting drunk was nearly impossible. But after nearly 7 hours of constant drinking, he was plastered.

He drunkenly stumbled into his apartment, threw his keys and jacket on the floor, and took off his gloves and shoes. After nearly falling over the table, he finally got into his bedroom. He stripped down, put on his pajamas, and moved into the bathroom to do his nighttime routine.

He fell into the bed about 10 minutes later and fell asleep immediately. He just hoped no nightmares would haunt him this night.

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“Come on Bucky, you know me, please!” The woman in front of him begged as she backed away from him slowly.

“Who is Bucky?” He asked confused and she shook her head.

“It’s you, you are Bucky, My Bucky. You don’t have to go back. I know it’s very hard to resist but you have to try, then you can be free.” She tried to get into his head with her words but he only mumbled.

“You are my mission, I have to kill you.” He said in a monotone voice and she knew Hydra finally got into his head and she couldn’t do anything anymore. So she ran. She pushed a table in front of him to gain some time and ran out of the house, towards her car. She quickly sat inside and put the keys into the ignition.

“Come on, come on,” she mumbled as she tried to put the keys inside with her shaky hands.

“You can’t run from meeee.” The winter soldier shouted and (Y/N) whimpered in fear. The car finally started and she stepped on the gas and drove away.

She knew he would probably catch up to her, but trying wouldn’t hurt. Honestly, she didn’t have anything to lose and at this point, she was just stalling her own death.

She got into the city and slowed down a bit. There were quite a lot of cars and she didn’t want to cause an accident. But just a few minutes later, a car rammed into the passenger’s side of her car. Her head hit her steering wheel and her ears started ringing.

She looked to see the car that rammed into her, and she could see the winter soldier sitting in the driver’s seat. She saw her chance to flee when he couldn’t open his door and struggled with it for a few moments.

“Not today, bitch.” She mumbled and quickly opened her door and ran in a random direction as fast as she could. She later regretted that decision, because she got lost.

She ended up hiding under some random bridge. She sat down behind some concrete cubes and finally breathed for a bit. She couldn’t run anymore, her legs were burning and she couldn’t breathe anymore. She was also quite sure she had a concussion.

She just stared off into the distance and she could feel the tears running down her cheeks. (Y/N) missed her Bucky so much. She missed his pretty laugh and his unfunny jokes.

She shivered as she felt the cold January air seep into her bones. She didn’t even have a jacket.

“Now, as much as I love a good chase, this is where we end it.” She heard a cold voice behind her and she froze up. This was the end.

She got ready to run when he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against a pillar behind him. The woman tried to fight him and get out of his grasp, but it didn’t do anything. He pressed against her windpipe and she whimpered.

“Please no,” she whispered as she tried to breathe. She sniffled softly and touched his wrist lightly. She knew she was going to die. She decided to let Bucky know she didn’t hate him. She knew he would blame himself when he snapped out of it.

“I love you.” She whispered and he cocked an eyebrow. “I just want you to know that I don’t hate you now, and I never will.” She could feel her eyes closing and she stretched her hand towards his face. But it didn’t get there. Her hand fell limp on his shoulder and he breathed out.

“At least your beautiful face is the last thing I get to see before I die.” She chuckled before her eyes closed and her body went limp.

The winter soldier then let go of her neck and her body tumbled towards the ground. He looked around and saw a van parked just 0.2 miles away from them. He looked at the girl one last time before moving towards the van. He opened the back door and slid in.

“Mission report?”

“Gone”

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Bucky woke up with a gasp and tears running down his cheek. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 6 a.m. which meant, he only slept for about 3 hours, which was better than every single night prior.

He breathed in and out slowly before he stood up and moved towards his closet. He pulled out 2 pillows and a blanket. He tied the pillows together with the blanket and created something like a pillow snake.

“Okay, let’s try this.” He mumbled to himself as he got back into the bed. He put the pillow snake on the empty side of the bed and hesitantly cuddled up to it, seeking just a tiny bit of comfort. He wrapped his arms around it and pushed his face into it, and fell asleep slowly. He slept until 9 a.m.

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“So the nightmares are back.” The doctor asked and Bucky nodded looking very tired.

“And you still haven’t finished your amends.” She said, sounding a bit disappointed. He only shook his head as he yawned.

“I think it would put your mind at ease you know,” she started slowly and Bucky shook his head again.

“I’m guessing you didn’t meet her family when you were together.”

“No, I met her friend Eliot by mistake but other than that, no.” The doctor nodded slowly and scribbled something into her notepad.

“I really think you should go and see her family. The sooner, the better.” She stated firmly and Bucky nodded.

“You are right.” He mumbled and looked at her.

“We can end the session sooner and you can go and catch a flight. You can see them the first thing in the morning.” She proposed and Bucky sighed sadly.

“Okay, thanks.” He mumbled, stood up, and left the room.

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He got a hotel room in San Francisco later that night. He was quite tired from the flight and prayed, the nightmares would leave him alone.

He walked into his hotel room, checked if everything was as it should be, and flopped onto the bed. He put out a photo of (Y/N) and stroked it slowly.

“I hope your family understands, and they don’t hate me. Hope they are just as kind as you are.” He whispered and smiled sadly.

“I miss you so much my love, so so much.” He kissed the photo softly, put it inside of his bedside table, and rolled onto his left side. He fell asleep quite quickly that night.

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He has been standing in front of the house for the last 40 minutes. He just couldn’t bring himself to ring the bell.

“Okay Barnes, you got this.” He whispered to himself as he walked towards the front door through the front garden. He wiped his sweaty hands in his jeans and rang the doorbell with a shaky finger.

It was quiet for a bit before the door rattled and an elderly woman opened the door.

“Hello, can I help you?” she asked happily and Bucky nodded.

“I wanted to talk about your daughter (Y/N),” he said slowly and the woman only laughed.

“What did the girl get herself into again?” the woman laughed and Bucky looked at her with wide eyes.

“She is alive?” he gasped and the woman nodded.

“Of course, nearly died in 2012, and disappeared during the blip, but yeah. She is.” Who’s asking?

“My name is James, I’m an old friend.” He stuttered out and the woman narrowed her eyes.

“You want her address?” she asked and Bucky quickly nodded his head.

“Give me the note book, I’ll give it to you.” She motioned towards his little book and he handed it to her.

“It’s not that far, you can walk there actually.” She informed and Bucky thanked her.

“Thank you so much, I have to go and see her, see you later.” He shouted as he ran away from the door.

“This should be it.” He mumbled to himself as he walked around the neighborhood. He stopped in front of a big house, with a beautiful front garden. It looked like the house, they talked about when they were together.

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“And it should have a big front garden, so our dogs can run in it” she imagined and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, and a big pool so we don’t have to go swimming in a lake.” He proposed and she laughed.

“Yeah” she trailed off and the smile on her face fell slowly.

“Hey, what’s wrong dove?” Bucky asked seriously and she only shook her head.

“Just hope we’ll get what we want.” She said sadly and Bucky took her face in his hands.

“Hey, we just have to believe, one day, I’ll be free and we’ll travel the world together okay?” he reassured her and she smiled up at him.

She kissed him slowly in agreement and he hummed into the kiss.

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He got back into reality when he stopped in front of the front door. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He pressed it and stepped away from the door. The door rattled and she opened it up.

“Bucky?” she asked softly and he nodded with his eyes full of tears.

“It’s me dove.” He said tearfully and she moved towards him. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. He only wrapped his arms around her waist and put his face into her neck, to breathe in her wonderful smell.

“I missed you so much,” she sobbed out and tightened her arms around him.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” He mumbled and she shook her head.

“I made it out with a mild concussion.” She snorted and he looked at her with wide eyes.

“It’s funny to you?” he asked baffled and she nodded.

“No one gets away from the winter soldier and I did it.” She laughed and his smile fell.

“If you are wondering, I’m no longer him, I got rid of him.” He clarified and (Y/N) shushed him.

“Let’s talk about this later, just kiss me now.” He begged and Bucky nodded. He quickly put his lips on hers and she pulled him even closer by his neck.

“I love you” she mumbled.

“I love you too, I’m never letting you go ever again.”

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Oneshot: It's already spring in my heart!

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff; poetry; cheesy flirting; >

Words: 1k;

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s name; As Welton is located at Vermont, i will use it's year calendar. This is based on this headcanon of my.

Plot: spending Valentine's Day with Neil P. - (gn!) reader

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

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The snow was piling outside, although the winter was nearly on it's end. It was Valentine's Day week and, every student was utterly excited. Those were the days where couples bound together and love confessions were made. Happily (or not), Valentine's Day would be on Saturday, giving everyone a chance to spend with their significant others or simply ignoring the day if you might.

Mr. Keating, as a romance enthusiastic, couldn't help to give an assignment themed for the occasion. "A confession poem!" he said, which kept Neil thinking for a while. It could be either authorial or from another, already well-known, poet. He searched for hours, and yet nothing seemed to say exactly how he felt about (Y/n).

You've been flirting for a while and, although it was clear that he was into you and vice-versa, no one took action. He did invite you on dates quite often, and you both spent much time alone together (if that makes sense). But still, nothing official. Todd, on another hand, was already dating (Y/fn) for a few weeks. That made Neil both happy for his friend and worried for himself.

He was smooth with his intentions, perhaps way too smooth? But he didn't want to rush things either. Jesus, he frequently held himself back to avoid flirting with you all the time and not make you uncomfortable. Was he holding back way too much? Sure you made him feel like if an entire garden was growing out in his heart, and he could bet that bees followed you around... That's how sweet you were! But did you felt the same?

You both did talk almost every day, and you did laugh at most of his jokes. You called him by a pet name as much as he did with you, and you never excused yourself from his touches. You did flirt back every once in a while and dance with him occasionally too. Perhaps you did feel the same.

Also, Todd and (Y/fn) always encouraged him to confess. That must mean you liked him back, right? With his heart full of hope and inspired mind, he decided to write his poem. The dawn had already arrived, and Sunday was nearly on it's end. The assignment was due on Monday morning, and the students should read them out loud.

Neil did his best, 22h Todd turned the lights off, and the boys went to bed. Neil sent his usual "Good Night, Dove! Sleep well :)" and almost immediately he got the usual answer "Good night, Nightingale :)."

He locked his phone screen. "You know they like you back, right?" said Todd, "How are you so sure?" "Because it's obvious, Neil." "If it's that obvious, I would've noticed, wouldn't I?" "Indeed, but you're way too oblivious for that. And so are them, apparently!". "You're just being nonsensical..." Neil said, turning to his bed corner, "You know I'm not, but fine! Keep up with the denial." and they both give in to sleep.

Monday has arrived and tension floated by the corridors. Today was the assignment day, and nervousness was impossible to avoid. Neil woke up with a knot in his stomach and tried not to give it attention. Perhaps it would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly his phone buzzed, Todd looked at him smirking. "Morning Nightingale, excited for Mr. K's class today?" Neil couldn't help but smile. "Morning Dove, sure! Are u?" "Ofc, see you there!" he locked his screen again.

"Shut up, Todd." "I didn't even say anything..." Todd answered, laughing at Neil's (now pink) cheeks. The three first periods were painfully slow, anxiousness keeping him from paying attention to anything at all. Until finally, Mr. Keating's class. He entered the room, quietly, "I hope you made your assignment class. As to open the day, (Y/n) would you do the honors?" and so they stand, answering a short yes to the teacher.

"I chose a sonnet from John Milton, is called 'To the Nightingale.'" Mr. Keating nodded, giving them space to continue. As Neil's heart skipped a beat, and the poets took a glance at him. (Y/n) looked at Neil for a few seconds, enough to make it even more obvious as to who the confession was meant.

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill, Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

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With the reading finished, the class burst into applause. Neil had a smitten look on his face which made you smile. It was a success, and hopefully, he had caught the hint this time. You had tried to confess many times, but his insecurities often got in your way. But this time, you would make your intentions as clear as water.

After you, two or three students tried their luck. But you couldn't exactly pay attention, neither could Neil. When Keating asked for volunteers, his hand automatically rose in the crowd. He walked to the class front once the teacher granted his permission and proceeded to read, out loud, the poem he wrote the night before.

The winter was long gone And for the first time in a Few months I felt the rays of sunshine Extend it's fingers through my skin The spring has arrived And although I liked the white Flowers, rabbits, and bees make me rhyme and feel like writing a love hymn Oh lover, look what you've done! There are roses and dandelions through the whole sidewalk of my house, you thrive your love in me!

this poem is of my authorship;

The class burst into applause once more, until a voice from the back called attention. "Is not exactly spring yet, Neil," said Charlie with a smirk only intending to tease his friend. A few classmates laughed as Neil answered "It's already spring in my heart!" without giving much thought to it. A wave of "Owwn" was spread as you smiled at him.

You both exchanged loving gazes. Your love was finally blossoming.

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Most of you probably know about the alleged tape incident of Roger’s. After constantly getting pissed off because of him getting called as “dumbass”, seeing people trying to find and watch the video (let’s be honest that is actually a little impertinent); now I am able to acknowledge better how someone out there made up some incorrect version about this, maybe even totally fake, story and the misinformation had spread around. It’s actually getting even worse when the incident in question might not have happened at all.

Last month, I have come across and received the scan of another article which had headlines about this matter. And guess what? While I was only expecting to read pure nonsense again, there was more about it - I realized that it doesn’t tell about it as Roger giving the wrong tape and it’s totally different. The Sun said “it’s stolen" too but everybody around has been saying “he gave it”. Before I start, I’d like to point out some important points: 

1. Be aware that this is, even though it has reached out to tabloids, a private issue. Whether the story is wrong or right, this is a story about a private stuff of them. Above all, Roger is already a private person himself about his personal life. Please be respectful at that if you ever say something about it.

2. You all use this story to mock him in some ways which I don’t really appreciate – it’s kind of like IILWMC –, don’t do it. I am not writing this down for you to change the context and make more jokes. My sole purpose is trying to stop this ‘gave the wrong tape’ accusation because I don’t see any source or proof regarding that. Send me if there’s any but I don’t think there is.

3. Always remember that these are only tabloid stuff. Most of the time, they are not credible or creditable at all. Those are the same papers which wrote all the horrible things when Freddie passed away. It’s hard to trust anything that those unreliable papers wrote about. But, at least, we’ll be able to see the origin of some details. Basically, keep in mind that this whole thing might not have happened at all but it also mentions nothing about him making a mistake - that part doesn’t appear anywhere on the internet actually, except on the words of fans’.

4. Let’s just not delve into this subject much more than necessary but only read the paper to see what it says. As I said, this post is written only for information.

We all know about The Sun article (May 4th, 1991). The one I mentioned now is from Sunday Mirror (SM) (May 5th, 1991). There is a couple of interesting points when you compare these two; that person asked for £10,000 from the first one anonymously and £5,000 from the second one by arranging a meeting; The Sun says they let the police know about it and some progress have already been made, SM says they gave the files to detectives the previous night; The Sun is somehow able to tell that the video was recorded in the previous year but also tells that it’s not known how the copy was made, meanwhile SM describes it with details. They make me nothing but more suspicious, like they are in contradict and something feels off. Did he request two different amounts of money from two different newspaper company by having only one copy to see which one will accept? Or were there more than one copy? If there were more than one, it makes me think that people would have found it by now. I am not going to question these anymore though, I don’t want to do that and it’s not my aim at all, because the main point I’d like to talk about and correct is how the tape has reached out to Douglas Lane, the person who tried to sell it,: by the man who was hired to do some work at Roger’s home when he was away. He thought the tape he saw on the shelf is a video from The Miracle album and took it home to watch so he basically ‘stole’ it because he ended up making a copy and giving it to Lean.

Lean claimed the tape had been “borrowed” and copied by a 47-old-friend.

The man had been hired to do building work at Taylor’s £700,000 second home in Kensington, West London, while the star was away.

He took the tape from a shelf thinking it was a video from Queen’s Miracle album.

Lean said: “He is a Queen fan so he thought he would take it home and have a look at it.”

And Douglas, who earns money in an unsatisfying amount, thought that he would get more by selling it.

“He had the sense to copy it and put the original back, but he didn’t do anything with the copy.

“He knew I was involved in music and told me about it.”

Lean, who drives a concrete mixer by day and earns £20 a night playing guitar in pubs, said: “I immediately thought I could make myself a packet out of it.

“It was my idea to sell it.”

Sunday Mirror writes that Lean said Roger edited the tape so that after those “sessions”, you see Breakthru video and he labelled the tape “Breakthru promo”.

“Taylor has no idea the video has been copied,” said Lean.

He said the tape was labelled “Breakthrough Promo” — the name of the band’s single from the Miracle album.”

I mean, really? I honestly don’t have any idea why he would do that. Why would he add a private video on a same tape with one of Queen videos? Why would he bother? If he did, why does he label it with that? Why does that worker get so curious about a video from 2 years ago? Maybe he didn’t have chance to see it in those two years, that could be the only answer. But why does he bring it to his home rather than watching it in Roger’s home? Surely, he wouldn’t see any problem at that as he’s fine with taking something that doesn’t belong to him. It’s purely a chance that he came across with something unexpected which will make him want to copy it at his home.

And after everything, this is apparently what Lean says:

But he insisted: The video was not stolen. It was just borrowed and copied.”

I can say a lot of words right now but I won’t… If all these things are really true, that is not an excuse of taking someone’s private stuff to copy without their consent, not ethical at all as he aimed to sell it and make it public. Ergo it was indeed stolen.

So, see? There is no “mixing the tapes and giving the wrong tape to a fan”. I assume this article must be the first place where that wrong version came from. And if it is telling the truth, there seems to be no mistake he has done here because his private stuff has been taken from his property unbeknownst to him. Briefly, we don’t know for sure if they had a tape and if it has really reached out to someone but if it did, then I believe this is high likely how it would happen.

It’s worth to mention that there is another theory regarding these news, that it’s been arranged to take media’s attention off Freddie. I can’t tell which one is true or if both them are wrong and nothing even happened, of course. It’s up to you, choosing whatever you’re going to believe in. But know that I can’t see any creditable source about him giving the wrong tape - so I wouldn’t suggest believing in that or keeping talking about it - and there might be more about this that we don’t / won’t know about so it’s only haste to make a judgement based on these. 

Last note about something regarding him in general: Please, don’t take the different versions of this story and comments about them into account when you form your opinion about him because only those things don’t define him. Or the other way around, “if it’s Roger, it’s probably true - he would do it” attitude is not really fair when we consider that it’s actually you who chose to perceive him in that way by getting influenced whether by the movie or some ‘facts’ around - they do not reflect some aspects of him in the right way. Always try to find an original source. It is not always only him who would have his fun in those various ways, it is possible for any other rock star. All of them did some stuff - sometimes some really bad stuff - but it is not only Roger (I don’t mean the stated story here though, I honestly can’t see anything bad there). So him being the one who is involved in this story doesn’t prove or provide any authenticity. If everyone complies with that while critizing him or not approving something about him, it is always acceptable and welcomed, in my opinion. And that is valid about everyone, of course.