#he just mkes me smile :)

[allmendinger]

[myogi-nightkids]

he mkes me insane. how many times does takumi smile anyway. i can only think of when he threatens to run itsuki over, and just now found when ryosuke pats him on the shoulder after the pro racer fight whos name escapes me.

Hes so. deadpan about most things, makes me want to scrub the manga for any emotes he does really.

[rocknpebbles]

hi I need to be insane for a second. I can’t be the only one who thinks of this—of the possibility of a timeline where Usopp thinks he’s not worthy of forgiveness as he sits on the pier of Water 7. He knows what they want, an apology for leaving his nakama, that’s all that they need.

But what if he thinks that surely can’t be enough? That this is some sort of folly, a cruel trick? Bringing him back after what he’s done, run off as some stupid loser who cares too much and fights too little and has not a single strong bone in his body, thinking his weaknesses can be all fine and bandaged with a little ‘I’m sorry’?

What if he lets them leave, a forced, wobbly smile as tears stream down his eyes. Garp’s attacks hit the waves, Luffy looks on in utter terror as his crewmate—no, best friend—leaves despite going nowhere. Sanji looks on in sheer shock as the man who did what he couldn’t plants his feet to the pier. He leaves his untidy hammock in the boys’ room, his blueprints with hasty scribbles by his workbench, he leaves everything on that ship behind, like he’s never left, yet he has. The last splash of a cannonball sends the boat to the side, tossing the crew down to the green floor of the ship below. They scramble to their feet, rush to see if the long-nosed sniper stayed, as if he was going to say ‘just kidding!’ Before he took Luffy’s hand and they all give him a scolding and he’s back with them.

He’s gone as the last water droplets return to the ocean.

Just what if Usopp self-sabotages himself one more time because he can’t believe he deserves the happiness they afforded him. Just what if he thinks he can’t welcome himself back. Just what if he can’t forgive himself.

I’m sorry I am rambling like CRAZY I hope this makes sense you can send me to the psych ward now

NONO THIA MKES SENSE OMFG WHEN DID YOU SEND THIS IM SOS ORRY I NEVER CHECK MY INBOX BTU JT MAKES SENSE THEY FORGIVE HIM BUT HE CANT FORGIVE HIMSELF AND YES YOURE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS OF AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE ITS SO FUCKED TO THINK HE JUST NEVER REACHES OUT AND LETS THEM LEAVE OUGH BECAUSE WHY WOULD HE JOIN BACK JUST TO EVENTUALLY GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN AND LEAVE HIM FOR GOOD THIS TIME, IF HES GOING TO KEEP BEING WEAK AND UNABLE TO CATCH UP, AGAIN HES THE ONE STOPPING HIMSELF THROUGH SELF SABATOGE AUOUUHHHHGHH NO OP NOOOOOOOOO YOURE NOT CRAZY LOOK LET ANY FAN READ THIS AND THEY'LL NOD WITH YOU

[legendofmorons]

How to heal a healer (Hyrule)

Pairing: Hyrule x reader -Pre-established

Rating: G

Summary: Hyrule takes some arrows meant for you. You heal him and admit to falling for your partner. He's just glad you're not hurt.

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: referenced injury, vague gore, Hyrule has been shot with arrows but nothing graphic

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You are the first one to Hyrule after the fight, the traveler having taken a barrage of nasty fire and shock arrows.

"Hyrule!" You call out, sliding to a stop as you through yourself down on your knees.

He coughs wetly, eyes unfocused as they land on you.

"(Y/n)?" He manages between coughing fits.

You just smile through your fear, "Yeah. It's me. I'm gonna make it all better, okay?"

He dosen’t responded but when you set your hand on his shoulder he stays put. The fact your lover stay put mKes you a little giddy.

That's good. He's not pulling away.

You start by breaking the arrow off and pulling them out where they stick out of him. Only a few got stuck but it's still awful to hear the squelch and groan of pain as eat one is removed.

"Is he okay?" Time asks from behind you.

"No." You manage, pulling the last arrow out, "But he will be."

Hyrule groans again as the adrenalin drains fully from him. Pain overwhelming him.

"Do you need help?"

"No. I have potions and fairies." You say, fishing out a bottled fairy to probe your point.

"Okay. I'm going to check on the others."

"Make sure they know not to rely on his magic." Ypu say, uncorking the bottle.

The fairy let's out high bell like chimes at it rushes to Hyrule, circling around him and healing his wounds to a stable condition, closing them.

The fairy stays by him for a moment, almost seeming to talk to him.

You could just kick him. He had gotten hirt protecting you. You would have been fine. And he got hurt for you!

Of all the stupid- of course you fall for an idiot.

"What about falling for an idiot?" Hyrule asks, pushing to sit up slowly.

"Oh shit." You say, shoving a red potions at him and hoping that will distract him.

"Thanks." He says, downing the potion with a grimace.

It never tastes good... but who cares of it heals you?

"You should have stayed where you were." You say, "I would have been fine."

"You needed help."

"Throwing yourself at danger doesn't help me. It terrifies me!" You say quickly, "What if we had been out of healing items?"

"But- you were in dangerm"

"You have helaing powers. Even if I was it's better that way."

"Not to me." He says, "I can't lose you."

"And you think I can lose you?" You counter, "Hyrule, do you understand how hurt you were?"

"I know... Thank you... for healing me."

"Anytime. I like you alive."

"I thought you loved me?" He asks gently, not trying to push.

You hadn't said it to eachother yet, but it's true. Whether you meant to say it or not.

"Yeah. I do. But you are taking it easy and letting me check on you as soon as we reach camp."

"Of course. "

"No healing anyone else either until you rest "

"I wouldn't dream of it." He smiles softly.

You let out a relived breath, setting your hand on his shoulder, "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me too. Thank you... for everything. "

"Of course. Do you need another fairy?"

"No. I'm healing well already. Save your supplies. "

"Okay."

You stand, pulling your paxk onto your shoulder before helping Hyrule up.

He leans into your side, for comfort and support. Weak from blood loss.

"Let's go get to a place to rest." You say gently, leaning to kiss his cheek.

"Sounds perfect."

[fushitoru]

ik ur writing the spiderman gojo rn but i js gotta say what's on my mind real quick. also, this has proper grammer n shi lol

🕷️🕸️💙

He was now standing before you, speechless. There was no way you have just received the new top hero in Tokyo's presence and help but you didn't realise how hot he was?

It started with him chasing some criminals down the street and they just do happened to be around your university campus.

They were running but you were in the criminals way and grabbed their collar and handed them over to Gojo.

"Spiderman, over here!" You gained his attention while Gojo was just looking around to whatever, trying to find where the criminals ran off to.

"Jogo, you're so damn slow that this bitch who looks 17 caught us!" One of the criminals started ranting to the other.

"Mahito, use your brain! She's holding onto us and hears everything were saying." He tried to hush him incase he was about to say their plans aloud.

"This 17 year old who's actually in university, caught your dumbasses and is about to hand you over to Spiderman." You said blankly.

Soon enough, before the conversation turned into an argument — between you, the average human versus a criminal,who could mug you there and then — continued, Spiderman had shown up!

"Thank you pretty lady, for holding onto these punks for me," He tried to hard to swoon you but it didn't work at all. His attempts just seemed to go nowhere.

You passed over the criminals, scoffed at his stupidity, and kept going to your apartment because you had assignments due. That academic grind doesn't stop because you are not paying this much money for nothing!

And back to the present! He stood speechless. He quickly gave Mahito and Jogo to the nearby police officer and tried to find you.

You were about a kilometre away from him in just a few seconds. How? He wasn't sure. But he did know he needed an explanation!

"Say, how about I take you out to dinner for helping me with those guys over there?"

You were confused because when did he appear next to you? You just stared at him with a nonchalant look on your face as he went on rambling about his heroic doings.

"Shoo."

...

WHAT? YOU JUST TPPD THE TOP HERO IN JAPAN TO 'Shoo.'. HOW?

"Eh?" Gojo so close to crashing out because this level of disrespect to his name was driving him bonkers.

"You're bringing too much attention."

"What are you? A Russian spy!" He said jokingly to mke your cold exterior falter just a bit.

"Yeah, will you leave now?"

"No can do princess, I gotta take you out or else I'll feel bad!" He said the half lie with a smile. In reality, he would feel bad because you insulted him so deeply, but he would never say that to anyone because he's too mighty to be vulnerable.

"What restaurant?" You were so done with this bitch.

"How about the one right there?" He did while pointing to the one building you've been eyeing everytime you pass around this area of the city. It was probably the best food you've ever eaten from a place but it was too expensive for a simple university student to afford.

"Deal."

You would never admit this, but he was pretty hot. And those nicknames did something for you.

omg not mahito and jogo trying to start sum....please the dialogue between them is SO FUNNY. i love how sassy reader is LOLL she literally ate gojo up but the way i would fold so quickly---

[chiffaust]

𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗩𝗶𝗲𝘄. h. keito

⸻ WITH WINTER NOW BEHIND YOU, it isn't as cold as before outside, and with your new found interest in photography, you've decided to go out to take pictures outside per Keito's suggestion, but all of the sudden he wants to tag along too.

♯. ✶ ─ fluff, ooc, rushed in the end in a way, spring time love...

(n.) — i wrote this while being delusional so like be warned!!! yippe!!! and this might be shitty bc i wrote this with like my fucking heart not my head i dont wanns use my brain rn + i honestly dk if tjis fanfic mkes sense or not

The coldness of long winter days have finally died down as the sun rises again, melting away the coldness with it's warmth — and today signals the awaited spring has come again.

Since the outside world isn't going to be so cold anymore, you've decided to take your interest in photography outside per to Keito's suggestion; and today's the day!

It feels quite nice to finally be able to wear your normal clothes without needing layers of clothes anymore, and how happy you feel. You just need to remember to bring the essentials now... And your camera too.

Once you're ready, you finally walked to the door but your body somehow stopped you from twisting the doorknob like you wanted to, as if your body was telling you you're missing something important.

"You're going already?" A voice soon chimed in, although lazily in a way.

You sighed happily, shaking your head dismissively with slight happiness. Right. How could've you forgotten?

You turned your back to the door and smiled happily at him as you walked back into your apartment and gave him a quick peck on the cheeks.

"I'm just gonna go around and take some pictures of the cherry blossoms. I'll be quick!" You said, resting your hand happily on his shoulder before you nuzzled your head closer to his in a burst of affection.

"I know I was the one who suggested you to do so, but I was hoping you'll go out later in the day..." He mumbled, reciprocating your affection by rubbing his head to yours back lazily in an affectionate manner as he made his morning coffee.

"It's 9 am! It's not that early."

"But it's not everyday that I'd randomly get a day off like this either." He said, still tirelessly preparing to make his morning coffee, but with the way he phrases it, it sounds more like he wants to spend some time with you inside rather than outside.

"Then why didn't you sleep in until later in the afternoon?"

"... Force of habits, I supposed." He mumbled, a yawn managing to leave his mouth before he takes a sip of his newly brewed coffee.

You hummed, nodding at his statement as you gently intertwined your fingers with his as you patiently waited for him to finish the cup of coffee. Maybe he'll get his energy back and you can finally leave for a while.

Silence comes in thick between you two once again as you stood still, hands intertwined as you basked in each other's precense this early in the morning in a comfortable silence.

Not long after that, Keito stole a quick glance at you for a moment before smiling slightly and his hold around your hand tightens.

"Let me go out with you then." He said, putting the mug down onto the kitchen table now looking a bit kore energized than how he was a few moments ago.

You can never say no to this man.

* * *

Your hands subtle intertwined with one another as you cruised through the park while sparking conversations one after the another with him about which could be a perfect view to take pictures of.

He's an artist. He has... Drawn quite a lot of sceneries in his past in his spare time, so he suppose he knows a thing or two about them, alas you two weren't so lucky.

The park was already crowded with people by 9:34 am in the morning. People are really excited for spring somehow.

"No luck..." You mumbled with a loud sigh, clinging onto his arm tightly, fearing that you might get lost in the crowd in one way or another if you don't and being around by this many people only makes you even more anxious.

"I suppose it's expected since it's the beginning of spring and this place is best known if you want to see the cherry blossoms grow..." He sighs along, mindlessly walking through the trails while countless faces pass along you two. "Let's just try to find somewhere less crowded, okay?"

You hummed nonchalantly, now finally letting go of his arm and trailing behind him as you steal a glance or two around your scenery.

Despite how anxious you feel with the crowd, the cherry blossoms here are really blossoming quickly, making the scenery even more beautiful than usual — no wonder why this place is so crowded in the first place.

And the longer you were caught up in your own thoughts, the less people were to be seen walking pass along without you even noticing.

Suddenly, he had stopped on his tracks, shaking you off your thoughts instantly as you wondered why'd he stop in the first place before you looked in front of you — to the man you had fallen in love with, your eyes widening slightly as you see the soft smile forming up his lips as he looks up at the blossoming cherry blossoms with admiration of its beauty.

You two stayed there in silence for a while, but by god were you in love that man in front of you. His soft smile only reminds you on why you did.

He's... The perfect view. He's really perfect.

The reason why you're outside in the first place is because of him — or this moment, to be more exact.

You brought out your camera, quickly adjusting the lens until the perfect time finally hits.

The wind blew over gently, tussling with the cherry blossoms trees causing petals to fall down and be blown further closer to him. His hair tousled slightly by the wind, surprising him for a moment before he puts a hand over his hair, preventing his hair from moving too much as his gaze never left those trees even for a bit.

And finally, you clicked, the sound adverted his gaze to you and his eyes widen in shock when he sees the camera directed towards him without any prior notice either.

"Hold up, and who said you could take a picture of me without my consent?!" He asks, huffing angrily as his cheeks flushed red slightly — extremely flustered that he was caught in a moment like this.

"Keito..."

You trailed off, bringing your camera down as you looked at him with the biggest smile on your face.

"You're right. This place is pretty, but I think you're the prettiest view I've seen so far." You said in a sweet tone. Once again, you're truly in love with this man and the love in your eyes wasn't left unnoticed by him or the few passerbys around.

He covers his lower face with his hand, adverting his gaze away from you with a pout on his face it only grows redder at how intensely you were looking at him with that eyes of yours.

... But in a way, it makes him happy to even if he doesn't outright mean it.

"Hmph, flattery won't give you my forgiveness." He stated once more, before he finally looks back into your eyes.

His expression was soft, gentle and genuine with a glint of adoration in his eyes and his smile only further proves the point.

"I guess it really doesn't!" You laughed out happily, skipping towards him and intertwined your fingers around his once more.

"... But, I'm still glad. Hehe... I love you." You giggled, blushing again as you happily rubbed the side of your head towards his.

"So do I." He hummed, reciprocating your affection once more as his grip around your hand tightens firmly, and once again you two walked through the park mindlessly without a care in the world — nothing else matters now, it shall only be about you two for the rest of the day.

[reijixia13]

Believe in Me

||°|| KNY Oneshot ||°||

》It's Nice to see you Again

[Picture]

✍︎ It's Nice to see you Again

✍︎ Oneshots

✍︎ 𝑌𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜

𑁍Fluff

⚠︎Angst and Yushiro Ending Spoiler⚠︎

(I just re-read and- This has many unspeakable logics lol)

𖣔Reincarnation/Reborn/Power

❄︎POV

Yushiro has sworn his loyalty to Tamayo and had loved her for more than Hundred of years, But the time seems to stop when One day Tamayo had bought a kid at the age of A year, thin (H/C) haired.

"Tamayo-Sama, Why do you have a brat with you?" Yushiro asked in an rage voice,

One because if she did get preg he doesn't mind his just angry because she didn't tell him-

Two If it's not her what so special with it?

Three mostly THAT BRAT WILL RUIN THEY'RE TIME :))

"Yushiro, It's A Baby not a Brat. And mostly because I was just walking when I noticed this baby in the alley, It has a diffrent Heart beat, Along with its aura" Tamayo said, Tamayo looked down at the Baby who looked at her before it giggled. Tamayo almost has tears pricking in her eyes as she remembers her own child she had killed.

"But Tamayo-Sama-" Yushiro tried to protect their alone time but it seems that he's been shut down by yours truly Tamayo goddess.

"Yushiro, She's just a baby, She needs someone who can take care of her till she can fight her own." Tamayo said, She carefully brushed the little girl's face before she felt something.

Frezzing on his spot as he notice how Tamayo look at the little baby girl with shock widening eyes.

"Tamayo-Sama?" Yushiro called out at the female, The female fliched and looked at Yushiro dead in the eyes.

"Yushiro, This child.. I was wrong.." Tamayo said, she looked at the ground and hugged the little baby closely with protectiveness, Ofcourse Yushiro doesn't give a fudge but was happy that Tamayo was GONNA agree with him. Before he could talk Tamayo said in her crying voice, "Let's Protect this child.. I was wrong..She doesn't have a heart....".

Everything and Anything he could do for Tamayo I mean he is simping for over 200 years-

Anyways, He sworn the look in Tamayo's eyes that said he should agree to protect the child.

Yushiro x Reader

Requested by: (No one since No one wants to request something TnT)

So like, I may or may not have burn one of my fingers....... Uhhhhmm.. I think it's good since it didn't bleed but it's hard to stretch sometimes-

Anyways hope you enjoy this

Oh yeah- This has a bit of Tanjiro x Reader fluff since Imma mke reader close to Tanjiro since his an angel♡

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3 Years Later

(Y/N)'s 3yrs old ok?

"(Y/N)! Come here" Tamayo's voice can be heard in the hallway.

A little girl with (H/C) and (H/L) run down the hallway and to the person who called her, She smiled brightly as she see her Adopted Mom and Big Brother figure stood there.

"Yes Okaasan?" She looked up at her Adopted Mother with those semi smile with a little broken teeth in the side, Tamayo chuckled at the cuteness and patted her Adopted Child's head.

"We're gonna go to town, Do you wanna go?" Tamayo ask, The little girl took a glance at her brother figure to see him staring at her adoptive mom. (Y/N) shook her head variously as an answer, Tamayo and Yushiro are worried that the little girl's head can be a ball now.

"No! I wanna go try to draw the one I read last week!" (Y/N) said, She rushed to Yushiro with Determination, "Yushi-Niisan! Protect Okaasan out there ok? Onii-San is strong!" Innocent (Y/N) said as her eyes sparkled, Yushiro appreciated the little girl but was too tired to take in her hyperactiveness.

"Tch! Ofcourse I will, Tamayo-Sama is not alone" Yushiro said as he put his hands on his hips being proud.

Tamayo watched from afar as her Assistant and Adopted Daughter going on very well this pass few years, She wished she never had that sickness so she would have never Him and.. She sigh as she called out to Yushiro and made there way out the house.

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(Y/N) was spacing out often, She keep thinking, Ever since she turned 13 she slowly realize that.... She couldn't see Yushiro as a brother anymore, She has this feeling of warmth everytime she noticed how worried Yoshiro was for her, but she think it was forbidden as she was only 13 years old and Yushiro and Tamayo? Yeah she doesn't want to interfere to that. She knows that Yushiro was inlove with her adoptive Mother but to think that she would fall in love in just one sided.

"/N)?"

It's crazy to think that (Y/N) herself would fall in love even if she doesn't have a heart, She doesn't even know why she survive.

"(Y/N)!" A voice called out

"Huh?"

(Y/N) shook her head and out of her daze to feel two hands on her sholder and a worried expression infront of her, Those hands and expressions was no other than him himself, Her one-sided love one. Yushiro.

"You keep dozing out lately, Are you sure you're ok?"

Those worried voice and expression written to his face, She hate it.. SHE HATE IT ALL. What's the reason to fall inlove when (Y/N) herself doesn't even feel her own heart?!

"Im fine" (Y/N) said in a distant voice, Yushiro was suprise and cut off guard but so those (Y/N), She didn't even know why she was being like this.

"(Y/N) Im here, So tell me what's your problem-" Yushiro said but was cut off guard once again as he saw (Y/N) suddenly standing up and look dead in his eyes.

"IM.FINE. Kurosai Yushiro-San"

Yushiro can feel that part of himself break, She run away like a wind and out of his sight, Yushiro can also feel himself freeze. She called him formally even if they both we're always together along with Tamayo on the house for the pass 13 years so why is she acting like this?

"What is happening… I hope you're doing fine but I didn't expect you to be like this.. tch"

Yushiro's didn't expected you to be like this, It's was just like yesterday when you we're bought here in the house, It was just also like yesterday when your first words was 'Oniichan' to him. He felt like his losing his mind with this simple thing.

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12 Years Later

(Y/N)'s 15 yrs old

Tamayo and Yushiro was on their way home when they heard a commotion, The two look at each other before camly look at the scene. Both watch as a boy was yelling at someone, Tamayo's eyes widen before she composed herself and cutted on her arm, Flowers magically appeared and the people who sworn had smelled sweet bloosom smell fell to the groun and to a small deep sleep.

"That scent.. You guys are a demon aren't you?" A boy in (y/n)'s age asked, Tamayo asked and adviced the little boy and told him to meet them in their house to talk about the earlier's commotion.

~~Time skip (There's really nothing to put here so just magically skip where Tanjiro was seating himself along with Nezuko in Tamayo's house)~~

3rd POV

Tanjiro was seated infront of Tamayo, Beside Tamayo, Yushiro was their glaring at him and Nezuko who was happily sliding herself by the back on the floor.

Tanjiro and Tamayo was talking when they heard the door of the room open.

"Okaasan, I hope you don't mind me staying.." A girl with (H/L) and (H/C) said but stopped when she notice who her mother was talking to, "Tanjiro?" She asked confirming, She felt herself being hugged.

"(N/N)-Chan!" Tanjiro yelled out surprise, He watched as Nezuko patting her head with a happy expression. I mean what could he expect for a Kinoe*?

(Kinoe; Kinoe is the second highest to a Hashira or rather next Hashira

Ps. This is one of my biggest guess)

"You know them (Y/N)?" (Y/N) who was just there letting Nezuko pat her head with affection.

"Hai, I have a mission with them last time" (Y/N) said with a soft smile, She looked at Tanjiro, "Ohayo, Tanjiro-Kun, Nezuko-chan" She said before she walk towards where Tanjiro was seated and just plopped herself there and then.

"(N/N)-Chan helped us alot!" Tanjiro said with his infamous smile :D

But wait- Why the heck is Yushiro so red right now?

Yushiro watch the scene happend, Ever since (Y/N) became 13 and ranked up to Kinoe, She distanced herself from Yushiro, It was unfair for Yushiro as he was the one who babysit her godamn ass- I mean he took care of her as her 'Brother Figure' yeah.... He was just a Brother Figure nothing more..

All thoughts stop when he sense something. His Demon sense said there's something gonna happend and that is a Deja Vu.

"Everyone Get Down!!" Yushiro said, He ducked down Tamayos head by his hand in a protective matter and his other to reach for (Y/N) only to see Tanjiro on top of her like how he protectively put his hand on Tamayo but Tanjiro was hugging (Y/N).

Feeling himself wanna just kick that Tanjiro's butt, He was angry, That was his duty to protect Tamayo and (Y/N). Oh fudging stop Yushiro! This is no time to be making a plan to kill that boy later-

"(Y/N)-Chan are you ok!?" Tanjiro asked as he looked at any injuries, He was suddenly pushed by (Y/N) and watched as (Y/N) stumbled back and a Ball passed him with the speed of the wind.

"Yare yare Tanjiro-Kun, You should protect Nezuko-Chan. My rank is higher than yours" (Y/N) said in a sweet childish voice, she unsheltered her sword as she got up, "Now, No time to do this things Im still feeling Deja Vu here, GIVE ME ALL YOUR SHOTS TANJIRO!" She yelled and went after the demon who keeps playing with balls. (Why does that sound so ugly?-)

"Tamayo-Sama we should leave that boy and demon girl use them as bait!" Yushiro said with his proud voice, proudly presenting his plan.

"Yushiro are you insane?! Tanjiro, Nezuko and (Y/N) are fighting that demons!" Tamayo yelled at Yushiro disappointed lace in her voice.

"Well we can also take (Y/N)-" He stopped talking when he saw Nezuko kicking the other demon girl.

"Yushiro-San is Right! You should leave this to s Tamayo-San!" Tanjiro's yell echo, as Tanjiro said this he got distracted and stumbled to the ground.

"See!?" Yushiro said having SFX sparkles around him, He was smack at the back of his head.

"Were all being serious here Yushiro-San!" (Y/N) yelled as her hand was in air, She was the one who smacked his head, "Be serious! Tanjiro needs help!" She said as she ran again to help Tanjiro.

Yushiro give in after he was scolded by Tamayo, After giving his eye to Tanjiro, His head suddenly bounced off his body and like a ball it rolled down the ground.

"Oh my god-" (Y/N) commented, half concern half disappointed.

~Skip cause I don't know how to fighting scenes~

(Y/N)'s POV

I stumble a little after the fight, Okaasan, Yushiro, and Nezuko are inside the broken house, I watched as Tanjiro passed the ball to the demon girl. He sure have the heart of sympathy.

I got up and walked towards Tanjiro, I almost tripped but Catched myself, I bend in one knee.

"Come Tanjiro-Kun, I'll carry you inside" I said as I waited for Tanjiro.

"But I might be too heavy for you" Tanjiro said, I looked back at him before saying things that made him give up.

"Im not weak, Your still in Mizunoto rank, Mines higher which means I can carry you" I said and smiled a little back at him, I felt himself made himself up to my back and Carefully I stood up and walked inside the broken Home I grew up.

"Nee, Didn't you say that Yushiro-San was your crush?" Tanjiro asked with a teasing voice, I blushed at that. Well you see I grew attached to Tanjiro since he's around my age and his nice like duhh, So like we grew attached for a few weeks like we know each other for years!

I continue to walk, Knowing where they are I slowly walk down the stairs to the basement.

"Stop that Tanjiro, And here I thought your kind but so mean!" I said with a defeated voice, Tanjiro just laughed a little while I chuckled.

I continued to walk till we saw Okaasan and Yushiro walked out the room followed behind was a running Nezuko and Hugged Me.

"Nezuko!" Tanjiro happily called out to Nezuko, She patted my head as I put Tanjiro down so he could stand, He stumbled a litle but Nezuko and I catched him. Nezuko hugged him and Tanjiro was patting her head.

"Im relief you guys are ok" Okaasan said as she smiled, I smiled too as I see Nezuko running up to Okaasan and embraced her with a hug, She looked shocked and was about to cry.

Nezuko patted Yushiro's Head making him blush and rage but Nezuko returned to hugging Okaasan, Okaasan looked at Tanjiro.

"She sees Humans as Family and Demons as Enemies" Tanjiro said, I already knew this as he also said this.

"Yeah, Okaasan, Yushiro-San. Nezuko sees you as family!" I said with a happy voice, Nezuko run back to me and hugged me, OmFG we all are having a hugging session here.

"Would you like Nezuko to stay here with us or would you bring her with you?" Okaasan asked, Tanjiro thinks for A moment, I patted his back and nodded my head with a smile.

"No, I promise to protect her and Having her by my side made me want her to protect her more" Tanjiro said, He smiled as he turns around and took the box Nezuko stays in.

"Alright then" Okaasan said She turned to me, "Are you still staying (Y/N)?" She askes me, I shook my head.

"I think I found more paths to take Okaasan! I'll be helping Tanjiro-kun find a cure for Nezuko-chan!" I said with a smile, "Tanjiro and Nezuko are special so I'll be there to protect him!" I said again with a smile, I walk toward Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Tanjiro, Nezuko and I wave goodbye before Tanjiro was called by Yushiro.

"Wai- wait!" Yushiro called out, Tanjiro looked back and so does I because Im curious lol. "I think your sister is pretty after all" Yushiro said with a blush, I smiled alittle at what he had said, Im proud he said that because Tanjiro keeps complaining about him calling Nezuko ugly-

"Right, Should I give you another farewell smack for calling Nezuko ugly Yushiro-San?" My sweet sickly smile appeared, "Nezuko is as pretty as a flower" I said with another smile, I swear Im gonna be like Shinabou-Senpai.

'THE HECK? DIS THIS BUDDHA LOOKING KIND ANGLE BOY MAKING MY LITTLE (Y/N) A DEVIL-' Yushiro said in the mind.

Long story short Yushiro's mind just exploded with lots of 'My' or Angry insult to poor shivering Tanjiro.

"Yushiro, Stop being in the daze and help me move the stuff. Muzan Already know our Location and it's still best to move" Tamayo snapped Yushiro out of his Insulting Tanjiro in mind, Yushiro Look at Tamayo who was helping the Woman earlier and sighed.

Yushiro took out some boxes and gone to Tamayo's testing room to boxed and rapped them, Once Yushiro was done he moved to one certain room. He opened the door to see the room ceiling still sparkling like a galaxy sky, The walls have clouds and few wall drawings on them, The desk that was abandoned their was still neat but dusty, The bed that hasn't been made for 3 years still as messy as ever. He saw one drawing close to a book shelf, He walk up to it and look closely.

Yushiro chuckled at a memory

A little girl with (H/C) was drawing at a certain wall, Her eyes sparkle at whatever she had thought.

"(Y/N)?" A femine voice can be heard as the voice called out to the little girl, the little girl with (H/C) looked to the side to see her mom.

"Okaa-San, Look! Look! I made a drawing of you and Yushi-NiiSan!" The little girl happily squealed, Tamayo smiles a little at the cute drawing before she reaize she's looking at a drawing in the wall.

"That's beautiful (Y/N) but walls aren't papers to draw, How about if you be a good girl and I'll buy you an art paper?" Tamayo said with a smile before scooping the little girl in her arms, "But before that, Let's go eat Dinner with Yushiro" Tamayo said as she smiled once again.

(A/N: I don't know what its called ok?)

Yushiro Watched from the other room before he moved to see the drawing and ofcourse not until the little girl an Tamayo was gone to the kitchen, He look closely that The small drawing of him and Tamayo was close but to the side he sees a little sad girl that look a little exactly like (Y/N)

As the memories gone far he slowly remember the small drawing but when he looked to the side where the drawing of a sad little girl was, It was scratched and nothing else, He sighed and thinking it was just his Imagination playing tricks again. He decided to box the old books an notebooks (Y/N) have on her dusty desk, Slowly and gently putting it in the boxes he doesn't even know why he was packing this when it was just abandoned, sighning again He put back every books and notebooks neatly on the box when something fell of the desk. The smll sound of a clink and thud was heard.

A small note book close to it was a broken neckless.. no it's locket

Yushiro crouches down to pick up the small but thick notebook, He also picked up the locket.

(That's the best I can do lol dont mind- skskkskejjdkwkke)

It was the three of them, He was sorta shocked since WHO THE HECK WOULD TAKE A PICTURE OF THEM WHILE TAMAYO WAS CUTTING HER WHIST-

Hayyts anyways, He look at the book and locket t the same time. Thinking it was wrong

"But It wouldn't hurt since it was already abandoned here" He said out loud, He hesitated to open the small note book but he got over it and open the first page.

(To people who can't see it

"Dear f̶u̶t̶o̶u̶r̶e̶ future,

Hello from the past! Im (Y/N) and I made this to show to Y̶u̶s̶h̶i̶-N̶i̶i̶s̶a̶n̶ Yushiro-San, That I have a tiny winnie c̶r̶a̶s̶h̶ Crush on him.

I would like to one day to c̶o̶n̶n̶f̶e̶s̶ Confess to him! but I was having a secong thought, Yushi has a crush on Okaa-San

I saw how the way he looks at Okaa-San, But when you c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶r̶e̶ Compare how he looks at me like im Litte sibling :(( " )

He was shocked to see and read this, And heck this was the very first page of the small notebook, Now looking back at how her behavior got to a loving sister bacame a cold person to him. Damn that made him sad. Just because him and Tamayo came from M̶i̶c̶h̶a̶e̶l̶ J̶a̶c̶k̶s̶o̶n̶ Muzan from their Deheemon squad doesn't mean they can't feel sad, This was the first time in 200 years he felt sad.

(Bruhh were on 3341 words why does this takes so freaking long?-)

~Time skip again by Author reading the manga part and to the part of the freaking fight (PS since I haven't fully read it I will be halfly making the end :")) )~

3rd POV

Tamayo was looking at Yushiro and Tanjiro's direction yelling at them to get as far as where they are now, But it was too late as Tamayo's neck was suddenly being held.

Tamayo look at the said Monster.

"Look at you now, You are still pathetic as ever aren't you Tamayo?" Muzan commented, Before Tamayo could retort back her neck was suddenly snapped, Her body gone limb to its knees and down the floor. Her eyes were getting heavier.

"NO! TAMAYO-SAMA!!" Yushiro yelled as tears were running down his cheeks beside him was Tanjiro who look lost at words as he saw one of the best people who help him turn nezuko back, He couldn't help but cry at the sight.

"Yu..shi..ro... Take..Tanjiro..away... and protect.. (Y../N)" Tamayo said before she took her last breath at the hands of the most lord Demon, cruel monster and the most person she despite the most.

Arriving at the time, (Y/N) saw this and couldn't help but screamed.

"OKAA-SAN!!" (Y/N) yelled tears of river down her apple cheeks holding her sword infront of Muzan (Hee-Hee Man) "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY OKAA-SAN!" Before she could go near the Lord of Demons, Her arms were Yanked away and to the door she came through before she got to the scene, The sound of the strings can be heard as the room was another scenario. She tried to fight back. "LET ME GO!" She yelled once more as tears were running through her eyes.

"(Y/N)-Chan.. Gomen.." A soothing voice said, She looks up at Tanjiro. Her eyes were dull, She felt a hand put on her hand, She looks back at Yushiro and at Tanjiro.

"Tanjiro..Yushiro.. Let's fight for Okaa-san.. For everyone who sacrificed themselves!" She yelled, Her voice cold, stern and harsh but nonetheless Yushiro and Tanjiro agree before splitting up.

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(Y/N) lay there in the ground as Kakushis started to form around her.

"Fight (Y/N)-Sama! AID ARE COMING THIS WAY PLEASE!" Her kakushi said, Other Kakushi tried to cheer aswell.

Arriving at the time, (Y/N) saw this and couldn't help but screamed.

"OKAA-SAN!!" (Y/N) yelled tears of river down her apple cheeks holding her sword infront of Muzan (Hee-Hee Man) "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY OKAA-SAN!" Before she could go near the Lord of Demons, Her arms were Yanked away and to the door she came through before she got to the scene, The sound of the strings can be heard as the room was another scenario. She tried to fight back. "LET ME GO!" She yelled once more as tears were running through her eyes.

"(Y/N)-Chan.. Gomen.." A soothing voice said, She looks up at Tanjiro. Her eyes were dull, She felt a hand put on her hand, She looks back at Yushiro and at Tanjiro.

"Tanjiro..Yushiro.. Let's fight for Okaa-san.. For everyone who sacrificed themselves!" She yelled, Her voice cold, stern and harsh but nonetheless Yushiro and Tanjiro agree before splitting up.

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(Y/N) lay there in the ground as Kakushis started to form around her.

"Fight (Y/N)-Sama! AID ARE COMING THIS WAY PLEASE!" Her kakushi said, Other Kakushi tried to cheer aswell.

"You can't leave us too!"

"(Y/N)-Sama we still want to do the honor to serve you!"

"There there.. Your ok (Y/N)-Sama.."

Comments flew and flew trying to distract her from closing her (E/C) eyes, They stop to look at her.

She was smiling. Tears we're in her eyes as she chuckle even though blood flood over her mouth and so does in her other body parts.

"..Are you all really looking down at me?.. Im yet to become your honoured Hashira that... your.." She paused as blood still flood her, Her eyes getting heavier. The kakushi look at her, "Ara....Im sleepy.. Can you put a blanket on me..when Im..c-cold?" She asks, Her kakushis all nodded as one got her a blanket. She smile.

"Please don't sleep yet my dear.." A Voice, She looks beside the Kakushi. Her eyes softened even more. Ayame-Sama. Beside her was a smiling healthy Kagaya along with their children smiling down at her.

"Umai! (Y/N) that's not how you gonna die right? Your still need to eat alot with my brother!" A loud comforting voice said. Kyoujuro-NiiSan.

"Haha..Gomenne Ayame-sama.. Oyakata-sama, Imoutos.. Kyou-NiiSan" She blankly look at them with her bloody teeth as a smile, Blood drool beside her upside lip. "I feel sleepy.." she said, her eyes blurry as her eye lids slowly closing.

The Kakushis listen to this, They watch as she slowly close her eyes just like the Honored Flame Pillar. Smiled in her last breath.

"(Y/N)-Sama.." A battle screamed of cries of the kakushis can be heard.

There was no way to see her Heartbeat.. because she doesn't have a Heart..... But it doesn't feel like that because she was the heart of the Demon Slaying Corps, Who was treasure amongst every single one.

As (Y/N) took her last breath, Yushiro sits upon infront of Tamayo's dead, cold body. In his arms was Tamayo's head.

"Tamayo-Sama.." His eyes watered like forever as it got blurry.

A light emerge beside the body infront of him, A vision of the Familiar loveable Female Demon doctor.

"Yushiro..Child..Take Care, (Y/N) is still waiting for you.. but please wait for her a little longer.." She said before walking away to the light waiting for her.

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It was that day that every Slayer that has survived that war was honored as the Heroes.

But it was also That Day, That Yushiro realized what Tamayo had said, Determined to do her request. But stumbling by (Y/N)'s cold body as he walk through, Heard the cries.

He felt like the world was nothing but cruel, But this.. The only person who he now realize the person he really actually LOVED the MOST laying there in the ground, Smiling but not breathing.

The hard breaking truth hurt him

But he was Willing to wait

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(A shi- here we go.. Uhm this is it guys get your tissues)

3rd POV

'I started to paint your figures because I don't want to forget neither of your faces.. One day.

I believe that, We're destined to meet again.'

Yushiro walked through the hallway, Painting of 2 figures in the wall. A Woman with beautiful Violet eyes with such beautiful black raven hair while the 2nd figure was a Teenage girl with a Beautiful sweet smile, sparkling (E/C) eyes and (H/C) shining through the lights.

Yushiro stopped in his tracks..

A woman with the same description of Raven Black hair and Violet lovely eyes stood at one of the paintings, Tears in her eyes. She noticed his presence and quickly wiped her tears.

Yushiro stood there, His hand on his heart.

'If she's here.. does that mean she has a high chance to be here too?..' His mind questions filling it before he snapped as he heard a high pinched voice of a child.

"Mom, Mom! Look!" The kid called out to the lady as the Lady scooped the child in her arms, "Doesn't the painting resembles you? OH and (Y/N)-Oneechan!" He said pointing at each paintings.

"Ara? Oh how gorgeous of this people" The lady said with a smile as the Kid continue to awed at the painting before a deep voice called out for them. Making their way to the Build up man before walking away.

Yushiro thought he could meet (Y/N) as the child called her, Older Sister.

His thoughts we're once again snapped as his cat, The only thing left from the two started to follow the 3 people... He smiled sadly before carrying the cat in his arms, and starts to walk away.

"Ack, Yui! Stop running around!" A girl's voice can be heard making Yushiro halt his walk, The cat in his arms look pass his sholder before wiggling out of his grip. "Yui! If you keep running around like that, Okaa-san, Otou-san and even my Oto-oto will be mad at us for missing out!" She scold, Her eyes widen a little at a familiar cat. She ducked down to look at it closely.

As this was happening, Yushiro slowly turn around. This time he can hear and feel his heartbeat ready to burst along with the long tears he wanna let go. He slowly walk to her before halting infront of her 2 meter away.

The Girl, Now looking closely has long (H/C) Hair, cute beaming (E/C) eyes. Her eyes slowly looked up at the foot sight, trailing it up before her eyes locked with Light purple eyes with clouds of tears forming. The girl kindly smiled at him before taking the familiar cat in her arms, As Yui put itself on her sholder hanging there as she stood up straight.

"It's Nice to see you Again, Yushiro" She said with a smile.

Yushiro's eyes finally gave out as he was now crying and embrace the girl infront of him.

The cat in her arms and sholder now jumped off at the side gaving the (H/C) haired girl hugged back at the male standing infront of her, Putting her face in his chest as little, Her own eyes was forming with tears.

"It has.. My Lady" He said.

'I thought that you would forget about me and everyone like Tamayo-sama but.. Im so happy to embrace you right now I don't know what to say...'

The End

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Note from wattpad

Ahh :")) Finally done, it's 12:33am and I still don't plan to sleep lol

(Ps one of my longest chapter since it's needed)

Me for 7 weeks writting this along with 2 more chapters: sheesh now I feel the pain of Oneshots.

Other authors I interact: You, Me both.

Anyways hope you enjoy♡

Me after totally..realizing that it took so long just to make this oneshot to be understand:

Words: 4911

Published here on tumblr: Jan 29, 2024

[numer1simp4codwomen]

I've had a lil itch to write a (kinda) short fanfic of sorts, so yeah, this is just that. Gaz and reader finish eachother sentences or something like that.

Reader & Gaz btw (not really romantic partners)

Word count: 286

You and Gaz were, and still all, childhood friends. Having met eachother due to being neighbours and then always hanging out, the first never seen without the second. You both had even enlisted together and stayed friends this long.

Right now thoug, you were at the bar with the others from the team, celebrating a job well done after the mission had gone well and controlled.

You were all talking, drinking and having fun.

"So, what do you all reckon we do after this?" Price spoke, smiling as he looked around at you all.

"I say we go to another bar and get piss out drunk." Soap said in a thicker scottish tone then usual, the alcohol in his system probably making it so he speaks in a more scottish tone.

"No Johnny." Ghost's rough voice spoke as he gave Soap a disproving glare.

"Or we could just-" You spoke, before Gaz spoke over you, making you speak over eachother.

"Go back to base and play cards." You both said in unision, Gaz's voice slightly louder then yours, making it sound like he had wanted to finish your sentance for you.

The guys looked at you both, a slightly confused look on their faces from hearing Gaz practically finish you sentance.

"You rehearsed that shit or something?" An already drunkened Soap said as he raised a brow toward you and Gaz.

"No, she's just really predictable." Gaz smirked as he glanced toward you before looking back at Soap.

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Now you're all back at base, like you and Gaz had said. You playing cards, poker to be exact, with Gaz being in the lead, and you were last. While Price was second, Soap fourth and Price third.

You all played for about another 10 minutes before you got a royal flush in which made you win the entire game despite having been last.

Gaz immedietly glared at you, obviously mad that you had beat him. He then opened his mouth, starting to speak.

"How? I swear, you-" Gaz said before you spoke over him in a mocking tone.

"Always win over mke its not fair." You smiled proudly at him before speaking again.

"You, my dear Gaz, are just as predictable as me." You smiled at him as you began to shuffle the cards again.

[sug4r-sp1c3]

i just need fluff and hcs with this rat man.

Bruno seing his kids after 10 years

pair: Bruno x Wife/Husband!reader

Bruno sees his children and wife/husband after 10 years on the walls TW: a lil' angst or sad hcs? idk i try my best, no spoilers lol just that bruno is in the walls

Older Daughter: Maryleen or Marie

Midle Son: Mateo

Younger Son: Pedro

[happi bruno]

He is nervous, very nervous, what will his children think of him? What will his wife/husband do when he/she sees him? hate him?? will they kids hate him???

But all those questions leave his head when he remembers his wife singing her part of "we don't talk about Bruno" with her children humming softly.

your voice when you sing "miss my bruno, oh, oh oh, i miss my brunoo ..." calms him

but he fells bad because, he saw his children get their gifts, everyone is there except his father... but they don't know that he is there

Maryleen or Marie gained the power to see the past.

Bruno feels bad :(, but when he sees that his daughter is happy with his gift, Bruno feeling bad of his daughter's gift? I never heard it: ')

Mateo can become animals (he and antonio, best pals).

sometimes bruno laughs A LIL' BIT , to see his sobrino get confused, which is his toucan friend and which is his cousin?

Pedro can handle emotions due to music, (he sings or hums something sad, those around him are sad, he sings something happy, everyone is happy, and he luisa, are Bff :'D)

Bruno is jealous of Pepa, he seems more like a son of Pepa than Bruno.

Every year he is thinking of going out and seeing his family, but he regrets when he thinks, what will they do?

he leaves gifts to his kids and his wife/husband, nothing really big, just some carts, things to draw, just little things :D

I think he would try to weave a ruana for Mateo, with animal designs (mostly rats, do I really have to explain it?)

Sometimes he sees his children sleeping, every now and then a tear escapes, sometimes he thinks that his children will never see their father

He loves you and also love his magical blessings,

we all know that it hurts him not to be able to talk to them face to face.

once he comes out of the walls he crouches down to the height of his children and is probably smiling while hugging them (someone give this man some love! >:'( )

If his children asked him he would give them a vision, but they would have to insist A LOT, this man has not used his gift in 10 years, he is nervous :(

he would do anything for his children, o his "little rats"

yeah, little rats its a nickname that he thinks that its cute

he definitely entertains them with his rat novels.

He wants his son Mateo to turn into a rat and help him with his novels.

if Marie is insecure with his gift bruno calms her, with a song or one of his rats is in his shoulder snuggling and tickling marie

(little letter of the song of bruno: the past or the future, it doesn't matter. i am here. and if everything is wrong or you are alone, i'll be there.. no matter what, if you are on the other side of the world or if I am no more. I'll be with you I'll be with you.. the pink letter is when marie is singing with him and the green when bruno is singing)

Pedro will definitely help his father when he feels insecure, after all, they are father and son

I am sure that if he found a baby rat, he would take care of it and train it a little so that in the end it is Marie's "own rat friend": '')

maybe salt or sugar would also be thrown, just because his father does

(if someone can mke a fic pls, i need one :(, or i'll do it lmao. And if u do it tag me and give credits and sorry if its bad english isn't my first lenguage

-SUG4R-SP1C3)

[4junhyeok]

if i could be half the person jonghyun was...

[mini-melo]

hahaha im writing this as im working online, and while my doc said i shouldnt tire myself, i literally need to write this or im gonna burst.

this is more focused around the hermits and tommy's interactions before ghostinnit happened. also, the hermits here are the ones closest to tommy and also the most i could write at midnight and trying to fight off meds that mke me sleepy.

anyway, feel free to request any scenario or just tommy vibing with other hermits. i'll do my best to write it.

anyway, without further ado, i present a part of my hermit!tommy au that isnt angst, finally.

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GRIAN

Tommy took to Grian like water off a duck's back. It didn't take long before both were wrecking havoc among the server.

For Grian's part, he takes one look at this tall gremlin, and practically adopts him. Gremlins of chaos should stay together, after all.

(He wants those haunted eyes of the newbie to be gone. He wants to help him just like Hermitcraft helped Grian in the aftermath of YHS and EVO.)

They start small, rearranging the contents of Lookie Lookie at My Bookie. Then they get pink carpets and covers the heart in Mumbo's base with it.

They grab baby Yoda from Scar again, and set up a treasure hunt filled with chicken canons and slime blocks in the most infuriating parts of the hunt.

(Grian introduces Poultry Man to Tommy, and then Pesky Bird is born.)

Tommy never thought he'd have any more brothers after DSMP happened, but here we are, with Tommy in full Pesky Bird attire, setting up a giant chicken above the Omega Tree and Grian—sorry, Poultry Man—makes poop made out of diorite until it touches one of the gigantic branches.

And, hey, if Iskall tried to stifle a grin as he complains at the laughing duo, then that's between him and his now-clean tree.

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XISUMA

It wasn't Xisuma who actually emotionally adopted Tommy. No, no, it was Tommy who forced himself into the admin's life.

Tommy is a traumatized child from a server with a corrupt admin. A server with a fixed set of lives. A server with a ghost, with hybrids forced to hide themselves or limit themselves, or even cut off their extra appendages unless they want the admin to permanently kill them.

But Tommy is also smart. He started more than one nation, he led an army in more than one war, he fought two withers and came out alive, he's bled and died so much that he's lost count.

Tommy knows what corruption in a person looks like, but he also knows what a proper admin is.

(He has to thank SMPEarth for that, war-torn as it was. At least then, no admin abused their powers. At least then he could respawn and freely watch his dad Philza Minecraft soar in the sky with no care for the world.)

Because of this, Tommy can be seen around Xisuma if he isn't around his fellow gremlin. Tommy watched him tend to his bees, make more towers, make some redstone contraptions, and most importantly, learns about this unbelievable, utopic land that Tommy's found himself in.

When Tommy started making his starter base, he made it beside Xisuma's mega base. He tried to replicate the style of Xisuma's, and while not quite perfect, Xisuma hugs Tommy regardless.

(He's never be proud of his accomplishments before, no matter if he braided Techno's hair as a child, nor if he gave his most valuable possessions and a life to win a war.)

Xisuma, Tommy thinks, has been more of a father than what he remembers from Philza and his childhood.

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ZOMBIECLEO

When Cleo managed to save Wilbur's coat, Tommy all but clings to her. In the DSMP, you can't trust anybody with your valuables, whether they offered to fix it or not.

Tommy took a leap here, to lend the coat to Cleo and praying to gods he didn't believe that she'll fix it instead of burning it.

(It's the only thing Tommy has of his family. Or, well, the only family he acknowledges. Wilbur was more of a father than Phil ever was, when they were children. Granted the bar was pretty low, but Tommy liked to cling to even the smallest bit of affection.)

Cleo smiles and teaches Tommy how to stitch and pose armour stands. Tommy isn't the best, with his sloppily made leather armour and wonky amour stand, but Cleo still praises him, and Tommy thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever made.

Perfection isn't the point of this, anyway. Cleo taught Tommy, however unconsciously, to be patient and be proud of his own work. Tommy thanks her with two armour stands hand in hand at the entrance of her zoo, Cleo and Tommy's head on each of it. There are sloppily made copies of their outfits, even his coat's own stitches and Cleo's tears in her own clothes are there.

(Tommy eventually makes armour stand stories in a room dedicated to it in his mega base, later in the season. Cleo will unashamedly admit she shed a tear.)

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[westcoastrry]

Can’t Help If This Is Us Part 2

I’m gonna preface with the fact that I hate this fic especially the ending but I’m gonna throw it here anyways. Please be kind cause I hate it 

Man I promise, she's so self conscious

She has no idea what she's doing in college

That major that she majored in don't make no money

But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny

“Cappuccino with almond milk please.”

Kiara whips around and there is Harry with his decorative rings, fitted suit, and neatly combed hair. It has been two weeks since she has seen Harry in person. They have been flirting over text, a few raunchy pictures on Kiara’s side, and some naughty messages back from Harry, but it hasn’t reached anything past that. Harry has tried asking Kiara to dinner a couple times, but she always has an excuse that work has come up, or she needs to stay in to study for an upcoming test.

In all honesty, she’s just nervous. She hasn’t been on a real date since highschool. What does she wear? What does she say? Who will drive?

She smiles shyly. “Hi. I've missed seeing your face in the mornings.”

Harry has been having his assistant come to get his coffee. He has been nervous about seeing Kiara in person as well, so he has been avoiding the cafe. He doesn’t want to come off as too pushy or overly assertive. However, today Trina called him and convinced him to make an appearance at the shop.

“Me too,” he responds. “You look nice today.”

“Thank you. Trina has been making me try this new skin routine.”

“Well you're glowing. As always.”

Kiara places Harry’s brown paper coffee cup on the counter and adds some milk to it.

“So,” Harry awkwardly starts. “How do you feel about dinner?”

Kiara bites the inside of her cheek. She has been avoiding this for way too long now. She knows she is gonna have to rip off the bandaid if she wants to get anywhere with Harry. Also for him to fuck her again.

“Yes. I would like that.” Kiara hands him his coffee. “I mean only if you really want me to go with you. Then totally yes. And it's not like I’ve been avoiding you or anything. I mean maybe I am. But that's because I’m nervous.”

“That's okay. I'm too. Nervous that is.” Harry assures her. “We are both kind of new to this.”

Kiara shakes her head in agreement.

“I know a chef. He can come to my house, cook for us-”

“I have weed,” Kiara blurts out before thinking.

“Excuse me?” Harry takes a sip from his coffee.

“I mean uhhh… I just got some weed a while ago. I really want to smoke it and usually it’s with Trina but she is pregnant. I thought maybe you would smoke it with me? We can still have dinner, of course.”

Kiara didn’t start smoking until she met Trina. Trina had bad migraines and claimed that the weed would help her with it, so when they were both tired and stressed out from work, a joint was usually shared on their apartment steps after work.

Harry laughs lightly underneath his breath. “I haven’t smoked weed since highschool.”

“So is that a yes? Because I’m out of a smoking buddy ever since Trina got pregnant and I could use a good stress reliever.”

Harry’s eyes look to the right and to the left to mke sure no one is near before dipping his head down to Kiara’s ear and whispering, “Is the way I fuck you not good enough of a stress reliever?”

Harry pulls back to see Kiara looking at him with wide eyes, and her mouth drops open.

“Oh you're sick for that.”

“Mhmmm, I can pick you up at around six? You can bring your...paraphernalia of course.”

“Six works. I should be out of here around three.”

Harry frowns. “Do you need a ride back to your apartment?”

“No, it's fine. I will take the subway.”

“Nonsense. I can send a driver over-.”

“Do not do that,” Kiara tells Harry sternly. “I’m a big girl you know. I can take the subway.”

Harry picks up Kiara’s hand and runs his thumb over the tops of her fingers. “Alright. Just text me when you get to mine. Stay safe.”

When Kiara got home she quickly went over a few outfits with Trina before settling on white sweatpants and baby blue tank top. The sweatpants were a safe bet because they made her ass look nice, and the tank top actually belonged to Trina, who made sure that Kiara at least looked decent before heading over to Harry’s.

The whole train ride over Kiara picked at her chipped nail polish, reminding herself that she is not a 16 year old virgin.

I’m a grown ass adult. Kiara thought to herself. I can totally keep my composure.

Kiara thought wrong.

As soon as she took the elevator up to Harry’s penthouse she wanted to turn back and take the green line all the way back home.

Kiara paces up and down Harry’s hallway for a good five minutes until she hears a deep British accident.

“Kiara? What are you doing?”

She jumps. “ I- uh. I’m sorry. I’m pacing. Obviously.”

Harry is leaned up on the door frame. He is also wearing sweatpants except his own are gray. Kiara’s eyes instantly recognize his bird tattoos that are slightly peeking out from under his black shirt.

“But are you okay?” Harry asks.

“Just fine! Honestly. I think I drank too much coffee today, and it didn’t help my nerves.”

Harry pushes himself off of the doorframe and takes a step toward her. “No need to be nervous. Your hair looks different. It’s cute.”

“Oh,” Kiara touches the side of her hair letting her fingers run through her curls. She quickly remembers she washed her hair after work, putting some new styling gel she bought from the beauty supply store, and a tiny braid on the right side of her head that had a few gold beads on it.

“How did you notice I changed my hair?”

“How would I not notice?”

Kiara’s face goes warm and she smiles like a little girl with a bucket full of candy on halloween. Kira changes her hair constantly. From braids, locs, and twists. She rarely ever wears her out, and maybe it’s because she is really embarrassed about her natural hair because of how thick and unruly it can be. She doesn’t really know how to style it either. This new hairstyle came from a youtube video, and it's a gamble because she is not sure if it will last all day, but she currently doesn’t have the money to get it done in a protective style so this will have to do.

“Come inside. It’s chilly out here.”

Harry’s home is something out of one of those housing hunting magazines. She walks straight into the living room, and the first thing she notices is the view. The long windows expose the view of the New York City skyline. The moon peeks out over the penthouse flashing a beautiful light that cascades right down on the kitchen. Kiara brushes her fingertips on the granite countertop and they feel more luxurious than anything she has had the pleasure of touching.

“The view is beautiful.” Kiara says walking up towards the large windows.

Harry follows closely behind her and wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her against him. “It's my favorite part about living here.”

“So what is it that you do for work again?” Kiara asks, looking outside the massive window.

Harry’s conscience has taken over his thoughts and he truly doesn't know what the right thing to do here is.

“I just own the club.” He kisses the back of her head, and then the top of her shoulder. “I also do a lot of stock trading and financial investment stuff, but the club keeps me busy.”

Kiara scrunches her face in disgust. “So you like math.”

“Oh love it. I like that it doesn’t feel like you are heading into the unknown. There is always a way to get an answer.”

“Oh my god. I’m about to smoke weed with a nerd.” Kiara spins around to face Harry.

“Mmm don’t think I was much of a nerd when you were screaming my name a couple weeks ago,” Harry says in response, placing his top hand just inches above Kiara’s head and leans into the window.

Kiara turns around to face Harry. “I will run back home with my weed.”

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Kiara,” Harry says in a warning tone.

For a beat Kiara stands and stares at him before taking off running to his penthouse.

“Kiara!” Harry yells running after her.

“Stay away white man!” Kiara keeps running down the hall, making sure not to hit the expensive furniture Harry has.

Not even a full minute goes by before Harry scoops Kiara off her feet and throws her over his shoulder.

“I’m being held hostage!” She laughs uncontrollably, hitting Harry's back repeatedly.

Harry delivers one harsh spank to Kiara’s ass and she yelps. “I would spank you again, but I know you like that shit.”

He gently puts Kiara down on the couch before grabbing some backwoods he set out on the kitchen counter.

“Russian cream?” Kiara notices the package before Harry could hand it to her. “This is the good shit.”

Kiara pulls out a small baggie of weed from her back pocket. “It's already grinded up. You want to do this in the house?”

“We can go out on the balcony. Here,” Harry reaches for one of his navy blue sweaters with a small nike check mark in the corner that was laying on the back of the couch. “So you don’t get cold.”

Kiara smiles to herself and when Harry turns around she embarrassingly brings the sweater up to her nose to smell. It has a floral woody scent to it, meaning Harry has worn it a couple times and his scent still lingers on the sweater.

Harry opens the balcony door for Kiara and the view couldn’t get any better. The hustle and bustle of New York City is loud beneath them, but here on the ninth floor with Harry, it's quiet. She feels secure, and safe, compared to the crazy, and unsure life that is going on beneath them.

The balcony has a long black couch to sit on with a glass table that bends in the shape of a half circle. The fireplace is turned on and a sound system is playing some light RnB music in the background.

“Do you need help rolling?” Harry's voice brings Kiara right back to reality.

“Oh no I’m fine. I’m pretty fast.”

Harry watches as Kiara expertly opens the packaging with her teeth. She has a hot pink blunt splitter attached to her keys and uses it to open up the back wood and remove the tobacco from it. He watches her sprinkle the weed right in the backwood not letting a drop of it go to waste.

The last time Harry smoked weed was his first year of college. It was fun, a few of his friends had got it at a party and they went back to Harry’s apartment to smoke it. He recalls being extremely relaxed, even sleepy at a point. As life went on Harry really didn’t have time to smoke weed anymore.

But here he is watching Kiara lick a backwood. The way her tongue rolled with ease across the top of her blunt and her painted black acrylic nails expertly moving around the blunt was turning Harry on.

Kiara takes the first hit, coughing a little after she inhales. “Oh wow. Fuck that’s strong.”

She passes it onto Harry who gladly accepts it inhaling the smoke. He feels his muscles instantly relax. He takes another hit, coughing a bit this time letting his head lean back to blow the smoke into the air.

“God I needed that,” Harry mellows, closing his eyes slightly, passing Kiara the blunt.

“You work every day?”

Harry hums and nods his head in response. “Every fucking day.”

“This like… is going down smoother than expected? Did you put something else in it?”

“Yeah lavender and rose petals.”

Harry laughs. “Lavender and rose petals of course you did. That is such a Kiara thing to do.”

“Well the lavender and the rose petals will help you relax. You should take a vacation. You deserve it, “Kiara brings the blunt up to her lips.

Harry unexpectedly grabs Kiara ankles that are just inches away from and pulls her close to him. She snaps upwards and Harry places his hand on her back and pulls her close to him.

“Come with me,” he whispers softly, kissing her lips.

“Where?” Kiara takes a hit from the blunt.

“On vacation. Mexico, The Bahamas, Jamaica, Italy, I don't care.”

Harry knows he can’t go on vacation. There is way too much to be done at the club. His father would surely be disappointed in him. He  is supposed to be a leader. He can’t just leave. He has to make sure his people are taken care of. More importantly he has to make sure his Dad’s debts are taken care of.

A chill runs down Kiara's spine. She is unsure if Harry is being serious or if he is just high. “Harry…”

“Think about it. Vacation sex on the balcony. I can watch you prance around in a little thong on the beach.” His hand rubs circles on her back. “I can even fuck you on the beach.”

“We are not going on a vacation. Are you out of your mind? I just met you.”

Harry takes the blunt out of Kiara's hands and brings it to his lips. He taste a lingering strawberry flavor on the tip of the blunt from Kiara’s chapstick. “You feel it though right?”

“Feel what?”

Harry’s hand reaches out for Kiara’s cheek. “That racing feeling in your heart when you see me? Because I feel it. My heart drops when I see you because damn you're beautiful.”

He brushes a curl off from Kiara’s face.

“And what if I told you I think I’m falling in love?”

Kiara blinks. “Harry, you're high.”

“Those heart skips, that you feel. I think that's love.”

“Harry I- I don’t know-.”

Harry gently pulls Kiara on his laps, her knees on either side of him. He slumped slightly on the couch which gives Kiara room to perfectly slot herself in his lap.

“Beautiful, you don’t have to answer that now,” He tucks another loose curl behind her ear and takes another hit of the blunt then holds it in front of kiara’s face. “Let's just enjoy this.”

Maybe she is in love, or Kiara is just extremely high because they have finished the blunt. Harry is rambling on about math, while Kiara has contently tucked her head into his chest. She listens to the steady vibrations of his chest while he rambles on about starter stock investments that Kiara should have. She isn’t really listening to him, more so taking in his smell. It's like vanilla with a hint of something a little stronger. Even if she wanted to listen to him, she couldn’t because his hand is perched right up on her ass, rubbing in circles which is very distracting.

Harry is still rambling when Kiara here's a familiar tune play on the sound system.

Southside, Southside we're gonna set this party on fire.

Kiara hastily peels herself from Harry’s body and jumps to her feet. “Wait, turn this up, I love this song.”

Harry is a little confused about Kiara’s actions. He is still in the midst of his high and can’t really tell what she is doing but he turns up the music.

Harry grins when he hears the familiar tune. “I didn’t peg you for a Kanye West fan.”

Kiara displays her infectious smile that makes Harry want to drop to his knees for her.  

She turns around and begins to playfully sway her hips in front of Harry who is completely leaned back into the couch with his arms stretched out enjoying the show.

“Westside westside we gonna set this party on fire!” Kiara sings along with the music.

She turns around to face Harry, putting herself right in between his legs before she starts rapping. “She is so self-conscious, she has no idea what she doin’ in college. That major that she majored in doesn't make no money, but she won’t drop out and her parents will look at her funny.”

Harry grabs Kiara hip, keeping his eyes focused on Kiara’s lips and the words she continues to rap, “Now tell me that aint insecure, the concept of school seems so secure, Sophomore thear years aint pick a carrer she like, fuck it ill just say down and here and do hair cause thats enough moey to buy her a few pairs of new airs cause her baby daddy don't really care.”

Kiara continues to rap making silly hand gestures at Harry, and he just sits there mesmerized at the pure untroubled persona Kiara carries with her. She is truly having fun and Harry can tell just by her body movements alone. Kiara grabs Harry’s hands and pulls him up from the couch. She turns around to press her ass against Harry’s front to make sure he can feel her movements.

Harry raps lowly against her ear while Kiara continues to sway her hips back and forth, “She is so precious with the pure pressure, couldn’t afford a car, so she named her daughter alexis.”

Kiara continues for him, “She had hair so long that it looked like weave, then she cut it all off, now she looks like Eve, and she be dealin’ with some issues that you can’t believe. Single black female addicted to retail.”

The chorus plays and Kiara is looking back smiling widely at Harry. “Cmon I know you know the lyrics now.”

Harry lifts one arm that is in Kiara hands’ and twirls her around so she faces him. “Man, I promise, I’m so self conscious that's why you only see me with one of my watches,” Harry points to his gold blinged out watch, making Kiara laugh at him.

Harry continues, “Rollie's and Pasha's done drove me crazy. I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this.”

Kira quickly finishes the sentence for him screaming out on the balcony still in Harry’s arms, “Just to be like, Nigga you aint up on this!”

“And I can't even go to the grocery store, Without some ones that's clean and a shirt with a team,” Harry continues to rap the melody. He places one hand on Kiara’s lower back and the other right between her shoulder blade and dips her down.  Kiara arches her back across Harry’s knee and he brings his nose to touch Kiara’s who is completely thrown away by Harry’s dance moves. He raps along to the tune, “It seems we livin' the American Dream, But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem.”

He pulls right back up, twirling her around again before placing both his hands on her cheeks. “The prettiest people do the ugliest things, For the road to riches and diamond rings.”

Harry tackles her in kisses, while Kiara is trying to squirm away from him. She almost gets out of his grasp but he quickly pulls her back in squeezing her ass playfully.

“I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside.”

Harry recites the words with ease, and Kiara is unsure if he is aware of the political background behind them, however she is too high to get into that with him.

“'Cause they made us hate ourselves and love they wealth,” Kiara stands up on the couch and flicks her wrist like she is shooting a basketball, “that's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at!" Kiara shoots herself off the couch in Harry’s arm. The song is still playing in the background but both of them are completely out of breath laughing at each other.

“There is no way you just launched yourself off my couch.”

Kiara points a finger in Harry’s face, “There is no way you just rapped a Kanye West song with me! Kanye West! Why are you listening to Kanye West? I thought classical musical maybe-”

“We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it, baby.”

Not only does Harry interrupt her and finish the lyrics smoothly, but the baby he adds at the end is what makes Kiara’s heart melt and she doesn’t even know why. Harry knew all the words to her favorite song. Every single one. Its stupid, but so endering to Kiara.

“I love this song.”

“I love it too,” Harry agrees.

“I think,” Kiara sighs, letting her head move closer to Harry’s. “I think I like this more than I should.”

“Me too.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

It's silent. The only thing they both hear is the sound of the fire cracking, and the New York breeze.”

Harry looks down at Kiara's lips. They are a light brown shade on the ends and a pinker shade toward the middle. They are full, kissable, sexy…

“Kiss me. Please?” Kiara asks.

“No.”

“Why?” Kiara's face scrunches in confusion.

“Because I need to be able to compose myself. If I kiss you, I might not be able to stop.”

“Right slow.” Kiara says.

“Slow,” Harry repeats.

“Can we still have dinner? I'm getting the munchies.”

Harry grins. “What do you want to eat?”

“Pizza. Good pizza though. Brooklyn pizza.”

“Alright well you have to get up if you want me to order it.”

“No,” Kiara protests like a baby wrapping her arms around Harry tighter. “ Don’t leave me now. You're warm. Let's just sleep now.  Pizza later.”

Harry didn’t realize how fast he fell asleep until he woke up because of Kiara’s light snores. He hasn’t slept that well since the last time they had sex. Now that he is really thinking about it, before he met Kiara he wasn’t sleeping at all. Usually he was way too stressed about work to sleep constantly worrying about things he had to do, and people he had to take care of.

Harry is about to doze off again when there's a knock on the glass door.

Kiara is still sound asleep and Harry doesn’t want to wake her up. He knows how tiring it must be to have to work and go to university all at once.

“Harry,” Trevor, Harry's assistant, greets politely. His eyes move down to Kiara, who is snuggled up against Harry's chest.

“Trevor. Are you okay? Did the breaker trip in the guest room again?”

Trevor and Harry have been friends since childhood. They went to the same elementary school and even college. Trevor helped Harry handle most of the financial stuff for the club, and he has lived in Harry’s guest house since they both graduated.

“No, the electricity is fine. However, your father and brother are both in the living room.”

“What. Why?”

Harry’s father never really came to visit him unless something went wrong at the club. His brother usually tags along to rub Harry’s mistakes in his face

“I can only assume it has something to do with the fact that you didn’t pay Dorian.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “I didn’t pay Dorian because he is a disrespectful son of a bitch. If he has a problem with the fact that he is getting his money late he can bring it up with me, not my father.”

“You knew that was gonna cause problems Harry. Why are you being so impulsive about this? Dorian is not the kind of guy to mess with. What happened to the original plan you and I came up with? Keep Dorian happy until the debts are paid off?”

“Yeah well I’m tired of paying for my father’s mistakes.” Harry growls, causing Kiara to stir a bit.

“Should I escort her out?”

“No, leave her.” Harry brushes a piece of hair that was about to fall in Kiara’s mouth. “She is going to stay the night.”

Trevor tilts his head, confused. “Harry Styles, are you dating someone?”

Harry sighs,“No? Maybe? I don’t know Trevor. It's crazy we only just met, but I feel like I have met her in a past life or something. Everything is just so easy with her. So...fun.”

“You do know you're allowed to be happy right,” Tervor can’t help but remind his best friend of this. “You are allowed to do fun things. Like date.”

“What if something happens to me?”

“Nothing is going to happen to you Harry. James and I wouldn’t allow that.”

“You don’t know that. Feels like it was yesterday I almost died and you and James had to come rescue my ass.”

Harry remembers that day like it really was yesterday. It was only his first week taking over the mafia. His father was in some Caribbean country with his mum, leaving him to continue to work things out by himself. Before Harry understood the depths of the target he had on his head, he would walk around without security. Which caused him to get kidnapped by a past associate of his Dad’s because of an overdue payment his father never told him about.

He was there for four days. Getting pistol whipped left and right, cold water repeatedly being dunked on his head, even lacerations from knives. All for some stupid fucking money.

“Stop that,” Trevor says. “Stop thinking about that shit. We saved you and nothing like that is going to happen again.”

“Tell my father I will be there in a minute please.”

“Harry-.”

“I’m fine Trevor,” Harry assures his friend.

But who is he really trying to convince? Trevor or Himself?

Harry is able to wiggle himself away from Kiara. He leaves her laid across the sofa, and even pulls a blanket over her so she doesn’t get sick from the cold air.

When Harry enters his living room he sees his Dad first. He seems relaxed, a smile on his face.

“Son! It’s been too long!” Mr. Styles cheerfully exclaims holding his arms out for his son to hug.

Harry leans against the door frame, a frown on his face. “Evan? What are you doing here?”

“What! Am I not welcome in my own brother's home?”

While Evan and Harry are brothers, they look nothing alike. While Harry has a full head of curly locs, Evan sports a buzz cut. His eyes are hazel which he takes after their Dad, while Harry’s bright green eyes come from his mom.

“I just don't understand why you are here.”

Harry is doing his best to keep his composure. It is not like he hates his brother. He just has the life he wants. He is envious of the fact that he has a wife, lives in a normal house in the suburbs, two kids, and even a dog named Rocky.

So when his brother waltzes into his house with his father, it’s almost like a slap in the face.

“Enough of that,” Harry’s Dad walks between his two sons and puts a hand on either of their shoulders. “We are a family. Act like it.”

We haven’t been a family in quite some time. Harry thinks to himself but chooses to keep his mouth shut.

A beat of silence falls by. “Harry, I heard you are having problems with Dorian. Is everything alright?”

“It's fine,” Harry notices his Dad’s tan right away. It was his parents' anniversary and he remembers his Dad saying he was talking his mom to some island to celebrate.

“You can’t lie to us Harry,” Evan speaks up. “We are just trying to help keep you safe.”

Harry’s eyes stay down at the floor, looking at his feet.

“He is right, Harry. I’m just trying to protect you…”

“Three years to late for protection Dad! I can handle this. I definitely don’t need you or my brother meddling in my business.”

“Harry?” Kiara’s sleepy voice interrupts Harry’s Dad's response. Harry turns around to see Kiara who he thought would stay asleep wide awake. She is rubbing her eyes. “Oh. I didn’t realize you had company.”

“Harry? You never told me about a girl? What is your name love?” Harry’s Dad smiles joyfully walking closer to Kiara.

Kiara pulls at her sleeves awkwardly. “Oh. My name is Kiara. Is everything okay? I heard yelling.”

Harry quickly walks toward Kiara, Playing a hand on her back. “Sorry. Are You okay? Did you want to go back to sleep?” Harry talks loud enough so his father could hear him.

“Sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know Harry had company over. My name is Julian. Harry’s father.” He held out his hand.

Kiara blinks her sleepy eyes. “Kiara.”

“Evan,” Harry's brother introduces himself, also holding out his hand to shake.

“And you are?” Harry’s Dad's question.

“A Friend.”

“Friend.” Harry and Kaira speak at the same time.

They both look at each other with wide eyes. Harry clears his throat.

“She is a friend, a good friend actually.”

“I really didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just wait for you on the balcony Harry.”

“No. We clearly interrupted something. Stay, I insist. Evan and I will be on our way out.” Harry’s Dad sides eyes him and smiles. “Are you sure you both are just friends? I'm not an expert on relationships but I do believe that is a hickey on your neck..”

Kiara quickly covers both sides of her neck with the palm of her hands, embarrassed.

“Dad! Jesus christ.”

“What,” Harry’s Dad says innocently. “I haven’t seen you with a girl in years! And she is pretty! Are you sure you are not holding her captive here?”

Evan chuckles under his breath, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Alright. You two out.”

Harry's brother holds up his hands in defense. “We will leave you guys alone.”

Just as Evan and Harry’s father was about to leave a voice booms throughout the house.“Oh great! The whole family is here,” Harry instantly hears Dorian's voice behind him. Kiara jumps slightly, but Harry is quick to turn around and pull Kiara away from Dor ian.

He just looks just as intimidating as Kiara remembers him to be. His dark hair was gelled back, and his shoes clicked on the ground as he walked closer to where Kiara and Harry are standing.

“Kiara,” Harry whispers. “I need you to go back to the balcony. Close the door.”

“I’m not leaving you.” She whispers back.

“Kiara...please.”

“No.”

“Let the whore stay!” Dorian pulls at the cuffs of his suit, as he walks towards Harry and Kiara. His slightly heeled boots echo throughout the house. “The more the merrier or whatever bullshit that they say.”

Kiara launches herself at Dorian, which causes the buff men standing next to him to pull their guns and point them at Kiara.

“Let her stay. I want her to watch.”

“Harry...” Kiara’s shakily says as she watches the two men grab Harry by both his arms.

“Harry!” Kiara fully yells this time. She turns around to look at Evan. “What is going on! I don’t understand!”

“Hey,” Evan pulls Kiara back from stepping toward Harry. He softly turns her around so she is face to face with him. “I need you to take a step back. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What is going on!” Kiara yells. She can’t help the tears that begin to fall from her eyes, which mostly stem from the stress of the pressing situation unfolding before her eyes “tell me what the fuck is going on!” She yells in Evan’s face as he holds her close.

Harry knows what is about to happen. He knows Dorian’s men are going to give him hell. He knows the consequences of not making payments on time, but he didn’t think Kiara would be here to see them. Usually Dorian shows up at his job, threatens him but everything is usually resolved once Harry hands over the money.

However, Dorian isn’t fucking around this time. Harry doesn’t even think it's about the money. Dorian's ego is hurt. He has too much pride for his own good.

Harry looks up at Kiara, something he didn’t want to do. The anxiety has hit him like a train and he can hear Kiara’s frantic screams. Evan is holding her back, but she continues to thrash around in his arms, asking what is going on. He never wanted her to find out like this.

Secretly, he wished that she would never have to find out. That somehow magically he could date her while running the mafia, and that all his problems would be fixed within a year, and he wouldn’t have to tell her anything.

The first hit connected with the side of Harry’s head. Kiara watches Harry’s head snap backwards. His body slumps over, indicating that the first hit wasn’t an easy one to take.

He tries to pick his head up,with the intention to look at Kiara but gets punched again, this time with blood flying out of his mouth.

“Do something!” Kiara pushes at Evan’s shoulder. When he looks at her with pity she turns around to yell at Harry’s Dad. “Are you not going to do something?” She yells at Harry’s Dad.

“I can’t.” He regrettably responds. As Harry groans from another punch that hits him straight in the gut. “He needs to learn his lesson the hard way.”

“You're his father!” Kiara screeches so loudly that the men stop hitting Harry.

Dorian hums in agreement. “You're right. That is his father, and he loves this kid,”  He roughly grabs Harry’s curls pulling his head back upwards. Harry groans in pain, which causes Kiara to flinch in Evans arms. “But your father likes money better than his own kid.”

Call me when this shit is over,” Harry’s father grumbles, walking away.

Harry gets hit again, and this time Kiara lets out a loud scream.

“Fuck Evan. Turn her around!” Harry manages to yell

Evan flips Kiara around, and now she is crying into his chest.

“Get off of me! Please!” She yells trying to escape Evans arms.

“You keep that bitch there.” Dorian seethes pointing at Kiar and Evan.

“Kiara, look at me.” Evan pulls her face up to his. “I don’t want you to get hurt. There is nothing we can do right now. You can’t fight them. You are going to make the situation worse. We can help him after. He isn’t going to die.” Evan assures her.

“What do you mean he won’t die!”

Another punch lands on Harry’s gut, causing Kiara to visibly flinch.

“I’m saying Dorian needs him alive. We just have to wait this out and help him when Dorian leaves.”

Kiara watches at first. She watches as one of the men pulls tighter on the rope that has Harry’s hands bound together to make sure he can’t escape, while the other punches him in the face. At first Kiara thought she could hold it together. Originally, she thought that she could handle it. But when Harry looks up at her with a black eye, and blood running down his face, dripping onto her shirt, she turns around and hides her face in Evan’s chest.

The thing is Kiara knows what it is like to lose someone. When she lost her mom she thought that was the most unimaginable pain ever. She thought that the ache in heart, and the memories that she carried with her on her back would be her lowest. But then she lost her mom, and the burden of losing two parents was something that she couldn't handle. She eventually dissociated herself from people, her friends, and didn’t care about anything. There were lots of nights spent at sketchy bars, and even nights spent out on the street.

Not only does she want Harry to stay around, but selfishly she doesn’t want to go back to the lifeless person she used to be. Kiara knows that he can’t leave her or she will become the exact person she used to be. And it sounds absolutely insane because they only just met, but now she knows that she is undeniably in love.

Once Dorian is satisfied with the beating Harry received, he holds his hand up to signal his men to let off.

“Don’t fuck with my money Styles. Or you will have hell to pay.”

Evan is still holding Kiara closely. They both stay completely still and listen to Dorian’s footsteps while Harry is heavily breathing in the background. Once they can’t hear the steps anymore Evan speaks up.

“Okay. Untie his hands and help me get him up on the table.”

Kiara's shaky legs bring her to the back of the chair where Harry’s hands are tied together by a thin piece of rope. Her fingers fumble a bit, due to anxiety but she eventually undoes the knot, and Evan throws Harry over his shoulder with a grunt.

Kiara quickly follows Evan to the dining room table where he rests Harry’s limp body open. He unbuttons Harry’s shirt only to see the bruised marks all over his chest and abdomen.

“Fuck its worse than I thought. Stay here, please. Talk to him. Keep him awake I need to get a medical kit from my car.”

Kiara isn’t even given the chance to respond because Harry grabs onto Evan’s wrist before he could walk away.

“You ne- need,” Harry coughs. “You will not fucking touch me until you call Trina to get her,” He voice comes out raspy and dry.

“Harry dammit! I don't have time to do all that you are hurt!”

“You will do it or so god help me, I will get off this table and walk away. She has seen enough.”

Evan frowns at Harry. He knows there are certain parts of himself he doesn’t like to reveal to people, and this side of him is one of them. He doesn’t want people to know that he is hurt, because he is going to have to ask for help which will cause people to be dragged into his bullshit.

Harry doesn’t want anyone to fight his battles for him

Harry is stubborn and he just might actually lift himself off the table and try to stitch himself up if Evan doesn’t follow his commands.

“Alright,” Evan agrees. “I will call Trina. But you have to let me help you okay? I don’t want your wounds to get infected.”

Harry nods, but groans in pain as soon as he moves his head.

“Watch him. Make sure he doesn’t move.”

“Okay.” Kiara watches Evan walk out the door before she steps closer to Harry, putting both her hands on his cheeks. She quickly lets her eyes roam up and down Harry’s face, frantically accessing the damage.

“Please tell me you are going to be okay?”

“I will be okay Kiara. I just need you to get home safe okay? Trina will come and get you.”

“I can’t leave you,” Kiara sternly tells him, shaking her head. “Not like this.”

“You can and you will,” Harry croaks. “You don’t have a choice. You have already seen too much.”

“What? Why? I can help you get better. Please let me atleast help me. Tell me what's going on? Why did Dorian hurt you? Why is he talking about money? I want to help.”

Harry brings his hand up to cradle Kiara’s face. “I know you want to help sweet girl. But I don’t want you to see this. I can’t let you see me like this-

“I can handle it-”

“I know you can,” Harry cuts her off. “You're strong. But, I can’t risk you getting hurt if Dorian comes back here.”

“But I feel safer with you.”

Harry shuts his eyes tight to keep the tears from escaping. Kiara gently lays herself on his chest and Harry slightly closes his eyes.

“You feel safe with me?” He mumbles under his breath.

Kiara picks her head up to look at him. “So safe. I promise that. I just can’t explain it. And I know we haven’t known each other for long, but you are right. I do get that heart racing feeling when you touch me, and my heart does drop when I see you and I think that is love.” Kiara pauses at her confession. “I’m sorry. Your hurt, and now I’m rambling god I’m so fucking stupid-

Harry cuts her off with a kiss. Kiara is caught off guard at first, but lets her mouth relax into Harry’s. His hand floats to her hip and Kiara places a hand accidently on Harry’s bruised chest causing him to hiss in pain.

“Shit,” Kiara whispers breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Harry’s forehead is leaned on Kiara’s “It's okay. I’m glad you told me this. I feel the same way.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Harry smiles. “I still want you to go with Trina. I don't want you to get caught in the crossfire with Dorian if he comes back.”

“Please don’t make me leave you.”

“Only for a little bit love.”

“When can I see you again?”

Harry bites his bottom lip. At the end of the day, all he wants to do is keep the people in his life safe. So far, he has done a fucking good job with that. He can make sure Evan and his family doesn’t get hurt. He can definitely make sure his Dad stays safe no matter how much of a dick he can be. However, can he really ensure Kiara’s safety?

“I don't know,” Harry answers truthfully.

“Can you at least explain to me what's going on?”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

Harry is about to come up with some bullshit answer, but he sees Evan walk through his front door with Trina and James following slowly behind his brother.

“Dammit,” James mumbles to himself. “Get her out of here,” He tells Trina.

Trina slowly walks towards her friend. She can tell Kiara is a little shaken up no matter how much of a facade she puts on.

“Kiara. We should go.”

“I’m not leaving! I’m not leaving him like this. Are you out of your mind!”

“Kiara!” Harry sternly barks, grabbing her hand. “You have to go. I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!”

“Yes I fucking do.”

That sets of fumes behind Kiara’s eyes and Trina see’s it clear as day. Kiara doesn’t like being told what to do. Especially if it’s from a man.

“Kiara he is right,” Trina softly says touching his shoulder. “The best you can do for him is leave because that's what is going to keep you safe.”

“Fine. But don’t fucking die on me.”

+++

“So are you going to tell me anything?” Kiara says calmly, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She takes a seat at her mahogany wood dining table and opens the bottle to take a sip.

The car ride home was completely silent. Trina knew it was best to give Kiara some time to cool off and to let her process what had just happened.

However, Kiara didn’t know how to process what happened. She already cried, got angry, and cried some more. What emotion was she supposed to feel watching the guy she was falling for get beat to a pulp.

“I don’t really know what I can and can’t tell you.”

“Okay I ask questions and you answer. Why the fuck did that dude from the club just show up and beat the shit out of Harry? No better yet, why did Harry’s Dad just walk away? Why did I have to leave? Also why did James come with you-.”

“Woah slow down. I’m not really sure what Dorian’s reasoning was. It could be a lot of things. As for Julian, he has a rocky relationship with his son to say the least. And like I told you before, James and Harry work together.”

“What is it that they do for work?”

“See, now you are asking too many questions.”

“Trina!” Kiara snaps slamming her water bottle on the counter. “You wanted me to get with Harry so badly, but as my friend you can’t let me walk into this blindly. What am I getting into here?”

“I know. I know. Trust me I want to tell you everything. I do, but I shouldn’t be the one to tell you. I couldn’t even tell you if I wanted to. The full story is so long, and I don’t want to mess anything up. I want you to know the truth and the whole truth about Harry okay? But only if he himself is willing to tell you.”

Kiara bites the inside of her cheek and closes her eyes. It has only been a little over twenty four hours, but she feels like today has been a lifetime.

“How about we go to his job tomorrow.” Kiara suggests.

“What? Harry isn’t really keen on unexpected visitors. Besides, don't you want time to process? That was a lot that happened tonight Kiara. Even I was a bit shaken up.”

“No, no. I’m fine. What I want is an explanation. I deserve that, right? And if he can’t give it to me then we shouldn’t be together.”

“Oh Kiara. Maybe rest on it? Harry wouldn’t keep things from you just to spite you.”

“It doesn’t matter the reasoning!” Kiara jumps from her seat and the dining table and starts pacing around. “I want to know what I’m getting into. I think he owes me that.”

“Okay. We can go to the club tomorrow. But I think you really need to rest-”

“I’m not going to have to watch him die right?” Kiara says out of nowhere. “B-b-because. I think I really like him Trina. And I can’t watch another person fall out of my life like that. Not like m-my Dad.”

With one choke of a tear, Kiara completely breaks down. Her head falls into her hands as she sobbs.  She thought she was doing a good job of holding it together. But the possibility ran through her mind of Harry dying, and she can’t handle that.

The idea of watching the guy she just met fizz out of her life is heart wrenching.

Kiara abruptly stands up, grabs on to the edge of the table and lets out an alarming yelping noise. She hunches over and pukes her breakfast out all over the kitchen floor.

“Oh my god Kiara.” Trina runs towards her friend, Gathering her curls into a makeshift ponytail. “It's alright. This will make you feel better.”

Kiara slowly picks herself up and leans her back against the table, wiping her mouth.

“Can you stay here? I think I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Kiara wipes a tear from her eye.

“Yeah. Of course I can. I just need to get my pregnancy pillow.”

Kiara laughs. “Your bump is getting bigger.”

“I know,” Trina beams. “James pointed that out yesterday. I’m excited to show my mom and Dad. I think I will invite them over soon. She wants to be here when the baby is born.”

“Are you craving some of that lasagna I usually make? We have a girls night?”

“Yeah but after you shower. You stink. Plus, I need to clean your puke.”

The night ended with Trina stuffing her face with lasagna and Clueless playing in the background. Kiara was still a little bit shaken up, but Trina knew that she would come around with time. Kiara picked at her food but didn't actually eat it and she couldn’t watch the movie. Eventually Trina fell asleep halfway through the film and Kiara found herself thinking more and more about Harry. She just wanted to know if he was okay.

No I shouldn’t do it. Kiara thinks to herself, eyeing her phone on her coffee table.

But one little text can’t hurt right? It will solve all my worries and maybe then I will be able to sleep.

Kiara: I just want to check in to make sure you are doing okay. Still alive and all that

Not even a minute later Harry responds.

Harry: I’m doing just fine. It's 2am. Please go to bed…. Maniac.

Kiara smiles.

Kiara: Okay. I’m really glad you are okay. I’m still really confused.

Harry: I know. I’m sorry.

+++

Kiara didn’t get any sleep.

While Trina was snoring like a cow, Kiara was racking her brain for all possible reasons why Dorian would want to hurt Harry.

Her first thought was drug dealer, and one thing Kiara knows for sure she is not dating a drug dealer.

Maybe he just has some bad history with the guy.

Whatever it is, she is going to find out today.

“Trina wakes up,” Kiara gently pushes Trina.

Trina rubs her sleepy eyes and pushes herself up with one arm, the other resting on her pregnant belly. “We don’t work today. Why are you waking me up?”

“We are going to see Harry today.” Kiara casually states picking up their leftover tupperware from last night and throwing it into the sink.

“You want to go to the club? It's ten am in the morning.”

“Okay, but Harry will be there right?” Kiara says washing the dishes.

“Yes, but this might not be the best idea you have had.”

Kiara drops the dishes in her hand and turns to face her friend who is on the couch. “Don’t I deserve to know?” Kiara hastily walks over to Trina. “I mean we practically said I love you!”

“Wait what? You two said you loved each other.”

“Yes!” Kiara yells out, dragging her hands on her face. “I mean we practically did! I was high, but he was talking about going on vacation, and he said he thinks he is falling in love! And I think I am too Trina.”

“Damn. That was fast.” Trina pushes herself off the couch. “Fine we can go visit you boyfriend, but at least let me shower.”

“It's gonna be okay you know,” Trina says to Kiara as she nervously picks at her nails during the car ride.”

“I know. I just really like Trina, and I don’t want anything to ruin what we have right now.”

“Hey. Everything is going to be fine okay? I wouldn’t put you in a situation that was dangerous.”

“Honestly, I’m more worried about him than I am about me.”

+++

The club looks much different in the daytime.

The first thing Kiara notices is that there are lots of people here, but none of them look like dancers or patrons of the club.

The lights are turned on and the chandlers shine bright on the empty chairs and reflect off of the marble countertop.

“Babe,” James walks toward them and the first thing Kiara see’s is the gun in his left hand. “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by for lunch today. It’s a bit busy-”

He cuts his sentence short when he realizes Kiara is standing right next to his girlfriend. “Oh, You brought a friend.”

“Why do you have a gun?” Kiara deadpans.

“Uhhh for protection?”

“What do you need protection from?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” James arches his eyebrow.

“What can I say? I'm a curious girl.”

“Okay!” Trina interrupts pressing her hands on James' chest forcing him to back away from Kiara. “Don’t worry she isn’t freaking out. We live in Brooklyn. This isn’t the first gun we have seen.”

“Trina. Why did you bring her here,” James grits in her ear.

She levels herself on her tiptoes to get on James height. “She wants to talk to Harry. And I know my best friend. Once she puts her mind to something I can’t stop her. I think this will be good for them.”

Kiara stands there awkwardly trying to decipher what James and Trina are saying.

“Fine,” James exclaims outwardly. “Look, I will take you to his office. But I can’t promise you he will be happy to see you here.”

Happy to see her? Kiara thinks back to all the moments they have shared together. All the intimate moments? She doesn’t expect him to be happy to see her, but she definitely doesn’t expect him to be mad, especially when he pretty much confessed his love for her.

James takes them down a dark hall and opens to large doors. Kiara notices Harry who has his head buried in his hands. A few papers at his desk below him.

Harry notices Kiara standing in the doorway. His Dad is talking, but he isn’t paying any attention. His focus is completely on Kiara.

The first thing she notices is his black eye. A few cuts on his face, and burn marks on his wrist from the rope.

“What is she doing here?” Harry stands up pushing his chair backwards.

“No. You don't get to act all surprised,” Kiara stomps over to Harry. “You slept with me! You basically confessed your love for me, made me fall in love with you, then I watched you get beat up-.”

“Okay.”

“I also threw up last night, because the thought of you dying-”

“Kiara,” Harry says again, lowly looking across the room realizing there are more people watching them.

“You can’t leave me!”

Harry grabs Kiara’s hands, intertwining their fingers together. “Look at me. Hey love, look at me. I’m alive alright. My heart is beating, I’m fine. Just a few scratches is all.”

When a few muffled cries escape from Kiara's lips, Harry's face softens.

“Out.” Harry commands. “Everyone out.”

James is the first to leave with Trina following slowly behind him. Julian looks up at his son giving him a warning look before waking off.

“C’mon. Let's get you to take a seat.” Harry gives Kiara hand a little tug, and gestures for her to sit on top of his desk.

He fits himself in between Kiara’s legs. “Hey,” He pulls her chin up with a finger, “I’m alive.”

“I know you are,” Kiara wipes a tear off with the back of her hand. “You can’t do that again.You fucking scared me.”

“I know. I know, but I’m here now and I’m willing to explain everything.”

“You are?”

“Yes because, I don’t want to lose you either.”

Kiara nods her head.

Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before speaking. “The club isn’t just a club. I-, we push drugs here.”

“Oh,” Kiara states calmly. “Why?” “Because my family has been a part of a mafia for generations called Cosoleto.”

“Isn’t that italian?” Kiara questions.

“Yes it is. That's where it started. All the clubs we own in Italy, France, Spain, and some places in America do function as clubs but also function to do underground trades, mostly drugs.”

“Do you kill people?”

“What,” Harry says, taken off guard. “No. I mean not often. I try to avoid that.”

“Oh? Is your family italian? You have a British accent.”

Harry laughs. “Asking the important questions, aren't we?”

“Don’t make jokes!~” Kiara says, hitting Harry’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“I was raised in London. My Dad's side of the family is Italian. My Fathers parents are from Cosoleto. My Dad and Mom chose to raise my brother and I in London.”

“And how did you get in this mess in the first place?”

“My Dad wanted to retire. Really, it was between me and my brother to take over. My brother had just got into Med school, and was also engaged. I had finished my Undergrad at Columbia and didn’t really know where to go from there. It just seemed like my only option.”

“And what about Dorian?”

“That is a bit more complicated. My Dad and Dorian were friends once. Dorian was sort of like an investor. He lent my Dad a lot of money and would get a profit in return. However,  my Dad started stealing money from him. A lot of it.”

“How much.”

“Over 100 million.”

“Jesus christ,” Kiara whispers under her breath.

“I’m working to pay off my Dad's debts. It's hard to do without drawing too much attention to us. So it needs to be done methodically so know one gets into any legal trouble.”

“Why did your Dad steal from his friend?”

“He is greedy Kiara,” Harry admits. “It was never enough money for him.”

“This is a lot.” Kiara states.

“I know. I didn’t want to spring this on you all at once,” Harry nervously taps his foot on the floor. “Does this not freak you out?”

“Kind of.”

“Okay.” Harry says awkwardly.

“Okay.”

Quiet.

“Where does this leave us?” Harry asks.

“Why not where we originally started? Two people falling in love.”

“I think it's going to be more complicated than Kiara. I just told you I’m apart of the mafia”

“Why does it have to be complicated?”

“Kiara are you crazy?” Harry squeezes her hand tighter. “This is not some joke.”

“I know it’s not. But now I’m falling in love with you, so you can’t just kick me out of your life.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, and that is what scares me about all of this,” Harry confesses.

“Okay so why can’t we just be people falling in love.”

“Because I’m running an underground Mafia in New York City.”

“I think it’s kinda hot,” Kiara smirks, dragging her foot up in Harry’s thigh.

Harry grabs her face. “Are you on drugs?”

“No I’m not on drugs!” Kiara swats his hand away. “I just think it would be stupid for us to through what we have away!”

“Fine. If we are going to do this you can’t just show up here unexpectedly. I don’t want you around all this shit, okay? I want to be in a relationship with you but I couldn’t live with myself if I put you in harm's way.”

Kiara's cheeks grow warm. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“O- only- if you want to,” Harry stutters.

Kiara wraps her legs around Harry’s torso, pulling him close to her. He stumbles over his feet, but crashes into her lips, and he feels his heart skip a few beats just like when he first met her at the cafe.

“Does that answer your question?” she mumbles against his lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Harry kisses, Harry gently wrapping his arms around her so she slowly lays flat on his desk.

“Whatever happened to slow,” Kiara teases.

“Slow jumped out the fifth floor window of my office the moment you strolled in here.”

3 years Later

To Harry, Kiara has never looked so beautiful.

Her curls have grown much longer from when they first met. They reach down to her mid back. She has also gained a bit of weight, but it's happy weight.

Her hips are more full, her stomachs push out just a little bit, and her love handles are slightly accentuated in the yellow sundress she wears. She is also much darker than her usual caramel color, and that's because they just came from their honeymoon in the bahamas.

Kiara has now adjusted to the rock that adorns her finger, and her new role as a wife.

They have had their ups and downs like any couple has. Granted their ups and downs have been very different due to Harry’s past job.

But that's now in the past.

And they both have grown so much. Harry has learned to not hold so much animosity towards his brother, and that it's okay to take life on breath at a time. With Kiara’s help, he has gotten used to cold showers and even loud noises.

Kiara's confidence has only grown with time, and she feels much more comfortable in her skin. She no longer feels like she may not be enough for someone, because she is enough for herself and secondly, her lovely husband and that's truly what matters.

“It feels so good to be home,” Kiara leaves her bags at the door and plops herself down on the couch.

She watches Harry roll in their luggage and she has never been so in love. Compared to when they first met, he looks very relaxed. He is tan from their vacation in the bahamas. Where they stayed at Harry’s Condo on the beach. The two week long vacation consisted of lots of mojitos, tanning to the point where Harry’s baby hair have curled up off his temples, fading in to blonde color, and honeymoon sex.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other for the entire vacation, and that’s mostly because Kiara had bought a set of new bikinis she pranced around the condo with.

“It's nice to be back isn't it?” Harry sits down next to Kiara on the couch pulling her close to his chest.

“Yes. I missed our home,” Kiara hums against Harry’s chest.

Harry looks around at the bright Chandelier, the newly remodeled kitchen, their backyard which has their german shepherd puppy running around in. And for the first time in his life, he can say he built this. This is something he built for himself. Not to please his Dad, or to compete with his doctor brother.

“How do you feel about a kid?” Harry speaks.

“Excuse me?” Kiara turns her head to look up at her husband.

“A kid,” Harry shrugs. “I know you start your teaching job in a couple of months, but I’m home now. And with James overseeing the clubs… I dunno seems like a perfect time to start a family right?”

“I haven’t really thought about having a kid yet,” Kiara says, testing the waters. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea, but we just finished our honeymoon and you are now done with the Mafia and with James taking over the clubs I thought maybe it would just be the two of us for a while.”

“No sweetheart, I totally understand,” Harry places a hand on Kiara’s lower back. “I know we talked about this before the wedding but I just wanted to know where you stand now. It's your body and I know you're gonna be the one to carry my child… our child around for nine months and I want you to be ready. But all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll be here.”

Kiara lets out a breath and leans more into Harry’s chest. “Is it selfish that I just want you to be myself? Even if it's just for a little bit.”

“No baby. When I was running the mafia I was...absent for a lot of our relationships. And I want to make up for that. I want to be there for you on your first day as a teacher, your first promotion, your birthdays, and eventually our kid when you decide it's time for that.”

“So for now just me and you, right?” Kiara asks, batting her lashes at Harry.

“Just you and me my love.”

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Welcome home

please imagine sero doing that sexy neck crack thing he does everytime he gets home. thank you. 

Sero x reader

warnings: Smut, masterbation, dirty talk, swearing

word count: 1,200 (about)

summary: Sero wanted to surprise you, but you end up being the one to supprise him

Sero thought it would be nice to surprise you tonight, he had been working a lot lately, and he hadn’t had been able to see you. So today not only had he gotten off early but he also brought a dinner so you wouldn’t have to cook. Your favorate pizza and bread sticks. He was wildly excited to just pig out and snuggle with you all night long, but that wasn’t what he got. 

“Baby?” Sero called as he shut the door behind him with his foot. There was no response, but he knew for a fact that you were home. He smiled to himself as he set the food down in the kitchen and begining his hunt. 

Maybe he would find you curled up in bed napping, or in the shower, perfect for him to surprise you. What he wasn’t expecting was that he would hear a soft moan coming from the bedroom. 

“Ah fuck” you whinned and sero felt a shiver run down his spine. Slowly, and as quietly as he could, he creaked the door open to see just what you were doing. 

You were splayd out on the bed naked with both your hands between your legs as you touched yourself, one hand gently stroking your clit the other pushing a thick blue dildo in and out of your quivering cunt. Sero bit his lip and watched you. Your eyes were closed as you lost yourself in your little fantasy. 

Sero smiled to himself and watched you touch yourself, taking mental notes about what you did to get yourself off. He felt his cock twitch to life at the sound of your moaning and the sight of your naked body. Sero reached inside of his baggy pants to touch himself. 

When was the last time the two of you had been intimate? It had been awhile, again due to his late nights at work. If he even got home before you fell asleep, both of you were to tired to do anything but cuddle. 

He didn’t blame you for taking things into your own hands, but he still wished you’d at least teased him a little while he was at work. 

You moaned agin, shamelessly loud as your hips rolled your hips against the thick toy before bringing one of your hands up to your head and tugging on your own hair. Sero looked on amazed as he continued to jerk off. What a little slut you were when you though you were alone.

Sero was just starting to get impatent. He wanted to make himself known and make you look at him when you came, when you cried out again, but instead of a wordless moan you shouted his name. 

“Ah! Hanta! Hanta!” you shrieked, and He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“What a sight babygirl, you could have just called if you were feeling needy,” he teased and then laughed when you jumped about a foot in the air. 

“Hanta!? When did you get home?” you demanded trying to cover your naked body in embaressment. Sero ignored your question. 

“Don’t hide yourself from me princessa I want to see you,” he ordered and shyly you uncurled your body letting him see you. 

“Keep going naughty girl,” he prompted sitting down on the bed 

“Hanta please just touch me now that you’re home ,” you pleaded reaching out to him but he gently rebuffed you. 

“Not yet baby, I want to watch you. You seemed like you were close,” he purred.

“I was,” you admitted quietly. 

“Then keep going,” he prompted. You spred your legs and started moving the blue toy again, It was slick with your arousl and moved with a soft gush sound. 

“I was thinking about you,” you said 

“I know, you said my name remember baby?” he teased making you blush. To make you feel more at ease, he pulled his own cock out, shoving down his baggy pants 

“Look at how hard you made me baby, you’re so pretty naked and spread out for me,” he purred wrapping his hand around his cock and  pumping himself in time with the dildo you were still moving in and out of you. 

“Hanta please,” you whinned breathily. “I want to touch you,” you begged.

“No, no honey, make yourself cum fist then I can touch you all you want,” you pouted tht, disappointed that he hadn’t caved. 

“Don’t makt that face, this isn’t easy for me either.” he said, before loweing his voice to tease you. “You have no idea how badly I want to rip that toy out of young suck on your clit until you cry but you chose that stupid dildo over me so you’re going to make yourself cum and you are so fucking lucky that’s all I’m going to do for a punishment.”

You gulped and focused back on oyur cunt, circling your clit at the same time as you fucked yourself hard, moaning and gasping as you reached your edge. Sero watched you and lazily touched himself. He, unlike you, didn’t see the need rush his orgasum.

Your head pitched back in ecstasy and this time when you called out his name, Sero didn’t interrupt you. Instead he just watched as you came undone and as your body shook with the intercity of your orgasm. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked, testing you, but only a little. 

“Hanta, please” you begged and this time he hummored you.  Hanta lifted your body easily and, throwing your dildo to the side, settled you on his lap his cock presssed flush to your quivering cunt. 

“Is this better baby?” He asked rolling his hips against yours, grining your bodies together. 

“Yes,” you moaned dropping your head to his shoulder jerking your hips back and forth against him, your body trembling slightly. 

“Yeah? I missed you today you know, but I never thought I’d get such a nice surprise when I got home,” he whispered against your neck .

“I love you so much my pretty baby, I love touching you like this,” he sighed as he contuied to hump you. 

“Please fuck me Hanta, i need it,” you gasped.

“Yeah? You need to cum again princess? Are you feeling that needy?” He grunted. He was so close  he didn’t think he could last long enough to mke you cum if he started fucking you now.

“N-no i just want to make you feel good,” you protested weakly. 

“How sweet, always thinking of someone else good girl.” he laughed before bringing your lips to his kissing you sweetly. 

“Don’t worry about me love, just keep going like this It feels good,” he assured you. You nodded nd contuied to rock your hips against him again as he kissed you.

[acidgems]

◜     *     :     charlie     rowe     .     cis     male     &     he/him     .     trojan     horse     by     sebastian     paul     .     ━━     the     legend     surrounding     london’s     l’academiae     furorum     would     not     be     complete     without     JASPER     WILDER     .     the     academy's     TWENTY     FOUR     year     old     TECH     SUPPORT     has     been     with     furore     for     two     years     ,     oft     described     as     RAMBUNCTIOUS     ,     JADED     ,     CHAOTIC     ,     CHEEKY     &     has     proved     utterly     indispensable     to     the     company.     in     passing     ,     they’ve     come     to     be     associated     with     THE     SCENT     OF     SIPHON     GASOLINE     DRIPPING     FROM     A     SPLIT     LIPPED     SMILE     &     driving     splinters     out     of     mud-splattered     palms,     fresh     bolognese     sauce     stains     on     fraying     denim     cuffs     ,     icing     bruising     skin     against     the     condensation     on     bus     windows,     chalk     graffiti     imitating     the     once     grandeur     of     banksy     ,     numb     teeth     from     super     sonic     headphone     use     .     whether     this     will     be     their     final     curtain     call     is     anyone's     guess     &     the     company’s     worst     nightmare     .

HELO SEXY CITIZENS! it is i pand (28) emerged from my self imposed exile a fresh n happy new gal 🤪🤪 i’ve not done groups or shite in like years so... teefy grins cowabunga boys let’s do this ! i lov an unnecessary elipsis and exclamation marks is like me family... thts all u rly need to know abt me i’m quite easy going :B

history

back from my salmon :) (if u keep reading thisll all mke sense hoo hoo hee) ok where were we ah yes his Histoire ok cracks knucky knucks. 

grew up in yorkshire then moved to south london *top boy theme song* when their no good papa deserted them bcs he’s also a big fuckup who has no sense of commitment or attachment to his family. so jasper, ignoring all facts that his dad will not return bcs he’s an idiot, “temporarily” helps his single overworked mum out by working as a techie whilst secretly moonlighting as a low level car thief in the grimey underworld of london. gone in sixty seconds ws his fave movie as a kid n will probs be the death of him bt my god... can he do a good nicholas cage impression.

jasper is one half of jasper and scout his eVIL TWIN! just kidding she’s nai’s blessed creation so i cnt rly go off bat here but their family puts the fun in dysFUNctional. luca is the oldest sibling who’s currently in jail for gbh but jasper will go to his grave defending him n the entire situation if u bring it up after a few pints... his big brother is his Mona Lisa of ppl like he’s just bow down n hero worship the badassery bt rly he’s just idolising a selfish scumbag who offers nothing to society n so remains locked away causing a ruckus behind bars. obv jasper does NT see this... a common theme with my Boy is... he sees what he wants... n wears horse blinders for the rest. then bethan is the next in line n she has a bunch of kids with a deadbeat who jasper always threatens to throw off a motorway bt he never does. loves a good word... bt does he back it up? nah, not his style Baby! He’s a violent poet! a romantic maniac! but not a realist dnt come at him with tht shite or he’ll get bored n go steal a car to entertain himself. THEN WE HAVE SCOUT -- a dandelion w legs and arms, all angry spirit and dungarees and they have a love/hate relationship ie jasper loves her bt she hates a lot of wt he does n thinks he’s just a stinky boy w no hope or manners n tbh? Tea.

so thts the siblings his mum is a single mum n they get along great she doesn’t see the shitty side of jasper n there is a mile of it so idk how bt they love making homemade spaghetti bolognese frm his gran’s tattered recipe together n singing in the kitchen and jasper probs does lil jazz numbers for her bcs frankly he adores her n thinks she’s a strong brilliant woman which she is... n he adores all his family actually jasper is a fiercely loyal bloke n will throw fists to reinforce tht... n also to feel like a powerful Alpha male bcs he’s a lil problematical that way :/. 

relationship n romance wise........ bites fist.........here we go. ok so he had a longterm girlfriend. (longterm to jasper is measured in weeks). bt he cheated on her many times n one noteable time ws a threesome including her best friend n her sister. it’s number one on his long list of sins that will lead him to hell. u might ask... my god... why would they do that... well... jasper defies logic my friends. he actually defines tht whole palav as an iconic memory bt scout once heard him gloating abt it n smacked him so hard on the back of the head he felt concussed

so yah jasper has been working as a tech support for a couple years but doesn’t rly take his job seriously he likes the close proximity to all the dancers bcs he’s a whore w an appetite fr debauchery n also perhaps likes his job bcs he has hidden tap dancing talents n hopes to dip his toe in the world of dance perhaps. or does he. tune in next time fr the big reveal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

personality

frankly owning the dance floor viciously squat dancing when requested throat goat kim petras blasts frm the club speakers probs wearing a pair of vintage glasses shaped like glittery stars which he raises up n down to wink at ppl he thinks r impressed.... bt why wouldn’t u be... THE BOY IS TALENTED AND HAS FANTASTIC LEGS !

loving his mum the absolute light of his life (as well as his cynic of a twin scout bt like... he’s considerably less vocal abt tht bcs she’s mostly horrified by him and his selfish playboy lifestyle 98.76% the time). this ofc doesn’t deter frm the fact tht he’s only but a few please and thankyou’s away from pure hooliganism... and should carry a warning sign like a tag around his neck. shaun of the dead mum: He’s a bit... bitey   

on one hand rite.........jasper is a cesspit of toxic masculinity bt tbh he also doesn’t rly care abt all that noise.... depends on his mood u see he’s ever fluctuating. loves a mimosa with silly straws n cocktail umbrellas bt also counts the notches on his bedpost w a sense of pride only known to a rowdy adolescent male. locker room talk? bang on. a real Out with The bOys kinda bloke... but maybe less insufferable who knows u decide

i have to go cook some salmon so thts it tbh... thanks fr reading

[dirtyoatmeall]

Burnout (Pro!Bakugo x Vet!Reader)

A/N: another sefl indulgent fic, I;ve been having a hard time at work and felt really burnt out today so I wrote this to mke me feel better, not sure how it turned out. I hope you like this.

Pairing: Bakugo x reader- married, female pronouns used for reader I believe.

Word count:~1.5k

Warnings: Cursing

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You sigh as you glance at the clock, it was close to 8pm, almost 2 hours since the clinic closed. You reviewed your chart again, trying to remember if there was anything else you noted during the exam. You released the chart and moved the follow up task to the assistants. You took note of how many charts you had left, and switched to look at your tasks. You had been trying to keep up with them, but an emergency had come in and you ended up working through your lunch, a time you usually used to call owners back between bites of your food. You turned to look at your coworker, the closing assistant who instead of leaving when they finished closing, had instead elected to sit in the other office chair, scrolling through her phone.

“Y’know you don’t have to stay, I’m probably gonna be here awhile.” You tried not to sound so exhausted when you spoke, but it was obvious from the look on your face. She just smiled and shook her head, “You know I don’t have anything to do, and this isn’t the best area, I don’t like leaving you by yourself here.” You smiled and nodded once, turning back to your charts, occasionally making small talk about the appointments through-out the day.

It was a tough day. You were the only doctor working, you knew you were going to be short-staffed looking at the schedule but someone ended up calling out, so everyone was always running around, not having a moment of rest. It seemed like the phones were always ringing and every owner had about 50 million questions. Your spay ran long, and you just couldn’t seem to catch your breath. You preformed 3 euthanasia as well. You had cried in the bathroom after each one, as well as after a client yelled at you for 10 minutes on the phone, over prices you didn’t set and circumstances you didn’t have control over. You still tried to maintain the fun atmosphere in the back, trying to keep morale up, you couldn’t tell if it worked.

After another 45 minutes, you closed out your desktop, packing up your bag as your coworker does the same. The two of you leave together and you exchange farewells as you get in your car. You gripped the steering wheel, as you sat in the dark and leaned forward so your forehead rested against the top of the steering wheel. You cried for another 15 minutes before sitting up and taking a deep breath, wiping the tears from your cheeks. You turn on your car and put on some music before pulling out of the clinic parking lot.

It took you only about 20 minutes to get home, checking yourself in the mirror before getting out of the car, making sure you didn’t look like an absolute mess. You had completely forgotten to text your husband you would be late, it wasn’t the first time you had, and most likely wouldn’t be the last.  Your shoulders sag as you approach the door, all you wanted was to curl up with your husband and sleep for the next 50 years. You open the door quietly, incase Katsuki was already asleep, and toed off your shoes, dropping your bag unceremoniously on the couch on the way to the kitchen.

You had thought Katuski had just left the light on for you, but you were surprised to find your husband sitting at the dining table, scrolling through his phone, looking up when you enter. “Oh,” you say, pausing in the doorway before walking up to him, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.” He simply stood up to meet you, wrapping his arms your waist and leaning down to place a quick kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pretty much collapse against him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth your husband provides. “What kind of asshole doesn’t wait up for his wife?” He says gruffly, actions betraying his tone as he softly rubs your back. “Hard day?” He asks quietly, like he already knows the answer. You nod against his neck and softly curse as you feel hot tears well up. You had thought you had cried everything out earlier, but apparently not.

Katsuki stiffens for half a second, not expecting waterworks as he gently cups the side of your face, bringing you to look at him. You take in his features, the hard lines of his nose, the various scars and freckles that adorn his face, and his crimson eyes, that soften whenever they meet yours, which now held worry in them. This wasn’t the first time you had cried after work, but it usually was out of frustration after going over complicated cases, nothing this bad this unprompted had happened before. You hiccup through the sobs, closing your eyes briefly as he wipes at your tears. His other hand came to cup your other cheek, and your hands grip his wrists loosely. “What happened?” He says gently, before kissing your forehead and leading you toward the bedroom.

You mull over the day, sniffling as you changed from your scrubs into a pair of sleep shorts and one of Katsuki’s shirts. While you changed and began recounting the day, your husband was getting the bed ready, climbing in and opening his arms to you as you clambered after him, curling into his side, sobs growing heavier as you went over the argument you had. “I-I can’t even count how many times I was told I don’t know what I’m doing, that I’m bad at my job, and-“ You grip his shirt tightly in your fist as you take a deep breath. Katsuki didn’t say a word, and you looked up to meet his eyes through your tears. “And what if- what if they’re right?” You lip wobbles as you look away from him for a second before meeting is eyes again, slightly worried at his response. His forehead furrows for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

“Fuck them.” He says simply, and you blink once before snorting and resting your head on his chest. “I’m serious, you went to school for 8 fucking years, working your ass off for this degree just for some extra to tell you that you don’t know what you’re talking about because he didn’t want to fucking pay for it? Nah, that’s not gonna fly. Did you tell your hospital manager?” He questioned and you nodded. “Yeah, one of the girls told her about it while I was crying in the bathroom.” He sighs at your admission, “You cried at work?” You laughed bitterly as you thought of just how much you’ve cried today. “Yeah this is like the 5th time today.” He held you a bit tighter, kissing the crown of your head. “ You need to take a break. You’ve been working non-stop while what’s-her-face is on maternity leave. You’re getting burnt out. I hate watching you destroy yourself like this. You keep giving and giving, soon enough there’s not going to be anymore of you to give.”

You nod at his words, you know they’re true, you’ve been working 10 hour shifts, many of them without a lunch break, way too often lately. You know the statistics, you had mandatory mental health classes in grad school to help you develop coping mechanism and ways to prevent burnout, but it never quite translated properly into the workforce. They always stressed time off, but doctor schedules were made months in advance, and it’s hard to know exactly when you’re going to be feeling this way. “I’ve got a week off coming up soon, if you can get it off too maybe we can go somewhere.” You husband smiles into your hair, squeezing your hip. “I’m one of the top heroes, of course I can get it off. We can go to that seaside town you love so fucking much, maybe we can finally fuck on the beach this time.” You snort, rolling your eyes at his words.

You shift, sitting up slightly, face to face with Katsuki, who had one of his signature smirks on his face. You smile and kiss him gently, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “ I am so lucky to have you Katsuki. I love you so much.” He pulls you back for another kiss before tugging you back down to his side, getting ready to finally commit to sleep. “Of course you are, I’m a fucking catch.” You laugh again and pinch his hip and you settle into him. He retaliates by pinching your ass, kissing your hair as he exhales, listening to you soft breaths. “I love you too, brat.”

[belovedholland]

Golf [4]

warning: None

w/c: 1k

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"Are you ever gonna help me? I obviously need it, I have no idea what I'm doing, and you're just showing off." You and Tom have been playing golf for some time now, but not once have he really tried to help. He keeps being amazing, and you are here, no idea what how to play for real.

"Ok, here let me help." He says laying down his golf club, and moving over to you. Getting behind you. As he moves closer to lay his hands over your, he is all up against your back. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, just as much as his toned abs against your back.

He removes his one hand, to tap the side of your thigh, to fix your leg placement. "Your legs need to be wider apart." You did as told, and he moves his hand back on top of yours. "You also need to be longer away from the ball, when you shoot, you should lean more forward, we are playing golf, not minigolf." Tom directs your golf to push the ball further away, then placing the golf club at the side, making you lean forward with Tom following.

"Now to the movement." He guides the golf club up to the starting position, next to your heads. "So you start here, and then you will," he starts the motion in slowmo, "swing trough," as he does, "and end here." Your body have automaticly shifted to the side, Tom's body still up against yours, but slightly more to the side, as he didn't move his body as much in the swing. The golf club is around you and Tom's shoulders, your faces extremly close.

He moves back away from you as you learn the swing motion, then moves back as he sees it looks good, and sure you are ready for the next thing. "Now your legs." He takes the club and lays it down, as you wont need it. "Your feet, when you swing your right leg should end on toes and point i the direction of where you want the ball to go." He shows it with his own, and you follow along. "And then you need to have more hip action." He gets behind you again, placing his hands over your hips, and the tough makes you shiver. As you make the swing motion with your hands, adding the feet too, he rotates your hips. You do it a couple of times, getting the motion better and better.

"This is like a dream come true." You say, looking at him.

"This is your dream come true?" Tom asks happy as he gives you back the club, so you can try on the actual ball, and not just the air.

"I never said it was my dream, I said it was a dream come true." That makes Tom feel stupid. "But it really feels like a dream." You continue, and Tom smiles a little to himself.

"And how so?" Tom asks, knowing what you meant, but just wanting you to keep talkimg, so he can hear your sweet voice.

You swing the golf club before answering, trying your really best to memorice everything Tom told you. "I'm playing golf, with an actor, on a da-" You stop as you aren't sure what it is. Date or not? "I don't know, it's just unreal really." You do really great, both you and Tom pround of how quick you got better, not wquite learned it, but on it's way.

"I know what you stopped yourself from saying." You feel awkward, feeling stupid, so you avoid eye contact, looking over the field instead.

"Yeah just forget that." You say embaraced to think it as a date. Why would and actor want to go on a date?

"Why would I? I thought of this as a date, wasn't it obvious enough?" You sigh and turn arounf to see him walking towards you.

"To be real, no. It really wasn't, I had no idea what this was." You both laugh, moving closer. Standing in front of eachother, you can't help but think it's going to be awkward, or that you will say something weird.

"Well now you know. I'll make sure to make it more obvious the next time." He says, while gently putting first one hand on your waist, then the other. His hand placement makes your hands go automaticly up to his shoulders.

"The next time?" You ask hopefully moving back to see his face more. You like Tom, and he obviously likes you too, which mkes you very happy, almost like you could scream.

"Yes, of course if you would like a second date." A second date is exactly what you want, but you decide to tease Tom a bit.

"I don't know, maybe not." Tom looks down at you with confusion and a little sadness in his eyes, his eyes frowned. "It depends on how this one goes I guess."

"Well then I will make sure you have a really good time so that second date can be made." You know he doesn't mean it in a sexual way, but you can't help but widden your eyes. And Tom thinking he said something terribly wrong, and scared that you are uncomfortable, he backs away, his hands leaving your waist. "Oh nonono, I didn't mean it like, I just meant, I hope you enjoy it, like the golf and talking, so that we could arrange a second date, I didn't mean it any other way, I'm sorry." Tom rambles, but you move closer to him again, placing you hands back on the very comfortable place over his shoulders, which makes Tom sigh in relief, knowing he didn't mess up.

"It's fine, I know what you meant." He places his hands back in his also very comfortable place. You stand there for some time, just looking in eachothers eyes, admiring one another. And you both can't help but smile and lean in to kiss.

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