#i think I'll come back next week but these hiatus are never planned

[isitthemoon]

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[chupenguin]

I'll be the man my father never was (extra)

[Remember the dadzai fic being in hiatus?? Well, here's a small part of what I had planned, posting it for @imsofrancey bday!! Have an amazing day!!!]

December 2022

Nights like this are getting less usual with each passing day. 

Now, Dazai doesn’t call for a helping hand, only so he can drink himself to sleep in a bar down the streets of his city. 

Adam is right about what think, he should burn the desire to drink and drown with something else that soothes his mind and, with a little try and error, walking around was found to be the answer.

So, Dazai becomes an elderly man, strolling around the city with hands in his pockets. His fingers twitch, aching to hold a cigarette, but he pushes that to the back of his mind as well, and keeps walking in the dead of the cold winter night.

Would you stay for Christmas? Chuuya asked two days ago.

We’ll leave once winter is over.

Like some kind of princess trapped inside the hut in the goods, or a pirate condemned to take refuge in the port during the months the ocean was ungovernable.

Their tug of war of offering Dazai and Atsushi to stay and not being able to leave, had been going on since September and maybe, by this time, Dazai didn’t really wanted to keep playing.

It’s late when Dazai comes back from his walk, later than he had planned when he told Chuuya about heading out for a while. He needed to clear his mind, to walk around an empty city, thinking about nothing and allowing his feet to take him wherever his body wanted.  

With all the complaints he had at first, Dazai is glad when he opens the door of Chuuya’s apartment. If he was still alone, he would have paced around the house, digging his nails too deep into brittle skin as he tried to ground himself. With Chuuya home, he can leave for a walk, knowing that Atsushi is safe and sound, without having to call and bother one of his friends or coworkers. 

Balancing everything is easier now, and Dazai knows that without Chuuya here, his bad habits would knock on the door much louder than they already do.  

“Chuuya?” he calls softly, but the apartment remains silent as he takes off his shoes. Three pairs of shoes align by the door now. Atsushi's ones are more for the show than anything but, in these past weeks, Chuuya had bought enough baby shoes to fill a room.

“He’ll walk soon”, he said last night. “I can feel it.”

The tiniest doc martens Dazai had ever seen seem to be his favorite ones, and that are the ones in the genkan. Maybe Atsushi and Chuuya went for a walk too, sooner in the afternoon. 

There is no sign of Chuuya in the living room or in the kitchen. Maybe for once he dragged himself to bed early, not waiting for Dazai to come back. He doesn’t blame him, work and taking care of both Atsushi and Dazai, is a draining thing to do. Not even Chuuya and all his energy can keep the rhythm with the kind of life they have now. 

“You’re asleep?” The door to Chuuya –their– room opens, just to find an empty bed, and that’s strange, because there’s no sound coming from the bathroom, and the small balcony door is closed. “Slug?” 

Chuuya may be short, but not enough to disappear inside the apartment. And much less left it unattended. The only ones in the room are the cats, sleeping peacefully in an empty bed. 

“Did you fall asleep in the brat’s room?” opening the door slowly, in case the kid is sleeping, Dazai walks into the next room. Feet light against the carpet and tiptoeing around toys. “Chuuya?” 

He asks again, because Chuuya is not occupying the rocking chair.  

“Where are-,” oh. “Hi...” 

Dazai gets his answer when he approaches the crib to see Atsushi.  

“Found you.” 

He should laugh at the vision of Chuuya fitting inside a crib, but instead of that Dazai’s heart melts with affection at the way his partner embraces Atsushi. The kid is holding onto the adult´s shirt, melted in his arms in a sleep that looks deep and comfortable. 

Atsushi has a tendency to fall asleep holding onto something. 

And a tendency for waking up when someone makes him let go from that something. 

Dazai can see it, Chuuya rooking the baby in his arms until he was quietly snoring, and climbing into the crib when he realized that he wasn’t letting go of his finger. Anything to not wake him up. 

“Someone’s back is not going to be happy about this tomorrow,” short and small and everything, Chuuya is curled into a pretzel to fit inside the crib. “Sleep well dear.”

And then, he heads for his own spot in Chuuya’s cold bed. 

A loud sound blasting through the baby monitor wakes him up a few hours later. Dazai opens his eyes and jumps from the bed so quickly that he’s not even half awake when he bursts Atsushi’s door open, rushing into the room like a hurricane. 

He freezes in the spot the moment he realizes what’s happening. 

It wasn’t a cry that woke him up, no. 

It was a laugh, crystal clear and filling the room in a way that makes the static in Dazai’s brain go away.  

Well, more like two laughs. 

Atushi's giggles, clear and happy and so full of life, make a strange contrast with Chuuya laugh, deep and a little ugly. But Dazai always found the way Chuuya laughed charming, even if it was loud and a little bit crooked.  

They're still sitting inside the crib, Atsushi on Chuuya's lap, who keeps ticking the baby's sides, making him burst with happy noises for the first time in the morning. 

“Oh, you’re awake,” Chuuya says, looking at him from his spot in the crib. Dazai expected to find him ashamed or blushing because of it, but he looks pretty content with his sleeping spot of choice for the night. “Morning.” 

“Good morning...” 

“Say morning to dad Sushi,” and he grabs Atsushi's little arm, making the kid wave at him. 

“Papa!” Atsushi makes grabby hands at him and Dazai’s legs finally answer, walking toward the crib so he can pick up the kid. “Papa!” 

“Papa looks weird,” Chuuya jumps out of the crib without problem, stretching like a cat in the sun. Dazai decided to ignore the cracking sound Chuuya’s bones make, too focused on the sight for a few seconds before that. “Everything is fine?” 

Chuuya’s hand rests on his arm, warm and secure. It's not a firm grip, he just places them against his cold skin, and Dazai shivers at the touch. Or maybe, it’s the soft look in Chuuya's eyes that makes him shiver. 

With morning light sneaking in the room, Chuuya’s eyes are magical, light dancing over the mismatched colors. He looks happy and relaxed, and, when he tiptoes to kiss the corner of Dazai’s mouth, Dazai indulges. 

“A little under the weather, that’s all,” there’s no point in lying to Chuuya and, as much as seeing him and the kid together cheering him up, last night's episode has Dazai trying to find balance once more. “The walk helped.” 

“I’m glad then,” glad that it wasn’t a bottle of sake or a razor that did the trick. Glad Dazai was learning how to deal with everything in healthier ways. “Breakfast?” 

He doesn’t push it, Chuuya doesn’t ask when Dazai doesn’t tell. 

Chuuya bops Atsushi’s nose, who laughs again, trying to reach for him again. 

“No buddy, you already stole him from me the whole night,” Atsushi is so easy to distract, the moment he talks, his attention is back in Dazai. “Stealing other’s man from such a young age, what are we going to so with you?” 

Dazai nuzzles his nose against Atsushi’s chubby cheek, who keeps laughing. He's such a happy kid, easy going and bright. He's everything Dazai wasn’t when he was younger, he hopes he can keep growing up like this. 

“I wonder who he learnt that from,” Chuuya says, still on his tiptoes. “Sounds like a classic Mackerell move.” 

“I never stole anyone’s girl,” he protests, pouting a breath away from Chuuya’s mouth. “And I didn’t steal you either.” 

Chuuya came to him in his own stupid accord. 

“You’re lucky my taste in men is as bad as your posture,” and then, with a last impulse, he finally gives Dazai a proper good morning kiss. Chuuya's lips are warm against his, and Dazai can feel the small smile that takes shape against his mouth. “You need to shave.” 

Chuuya complains with their lips still pressed together and, in revenge, Dazai bites his bottom lip. 

“Only if you do it for me.” 

[fountainpenguin]

i know youve mentioned that the dimmadomes have adhd but are there other characters in your fics that are neurodivergent? :0 if that makes sense

It's not usually mentioned in-story, but here are some that have shown up in my writing:

Humans

- You brought up the Dimmadomes having ADHD/OCD comorbidity. They're some of my favorites just in terms of me developing those headcanons somewhat separately for each one of them... starting with Dale, not Dev, actually. But Dev was a logical conclusion afterwards.

Detail I think is cute: Both Dale and Dev like Sims games because they like building nice, organized things that are under their control (Yes, Dev does have a computer in his bedroom and I imagine he uses it mostly for games). Dev likes cleaning and organizing simulators. Dale played a LOT of Sims during the 50 years of frozen time. I like to think Sims was an awakening for teen Dale in terms of same-sex relationships, but he will never, ever tell you that. Come to think of it, there's no way boy x boy manga-loving Dev is not also exploring same-sex relationships through his Sims world. Like father, like son?

Realizing how funny it would be if Doug had ADHD and OCD and that's why he jumps from one business to another and why his dream in "Mooooving Day" is a suburbia of people dressed in identical outfits living in identical houses in many identical rows still has me on the floor. I'm sorry, I just think my realization of that when I'd already headcanoned both Dale and Dev with ADHD/OCD was extremely funny. Big "Wait a minute" lightbulb moment.

Dale has several interesting things we could talk about, and they're discussed in detail in the character profile I'm posting for him next week. On his list are complex PTSD, hypervigilance, and dissociation. He also has misophonia as part of his OCD (and so does Dev).

- My OC Hadley Harrington also has ADHD/OCD comorbidity. Her big thing is hoarding OCD. I discussed it more in her character profile and we saw it in action in "50 Words of Dev and Hazel," where Dev dug through his mom's stuff to rescue an au pair that had been crushed under her hoard.

In that story, Dale told Dev he was allowed to go to a Christmas party with his peers as long as he brought back some of their wrapping paper so Dale could wrap Hadley's present. She actually likes her presents when they're made of scraps because the recycling helps her feel better than paper being wasted, plus she thinks it looks fun in videos, and Dale knows that. Just a little detail I thought was cute.

- Chloe has mild OCD. She sometimes has anxiety attacks and experiences dissociation.

- Timmy and Mikey Munroe are two other characters who have ADHD in my works and I LOVE playing them as foils for each other, with Timmy being less attentive and Mikey being more hyperactive.

- Mikey also has dyslexia (Heavily implied by canon where he struggles with the spelling bee), which is interesting. I am still obsessed that his crush (Sophie Sanders) seems to have dyscalculia. Boy who struggles with words, girl who struggles with numbers, what crimes will they commit?

- Peppy Happy Betty has severe anxiety. In the original version of "Solo" (which was posted and up for a while), she said Sanderson helped her through her self-harm struggles. I later tweaked it so she says she's been scratching herself as I didn't think the original phrasing fit with the rest of my T-rated content (and I didn't want to catch people off guard with it).

Pink and Gray is supposed to delve into her self-harm, which is part of why I plan to raise its rating when it comes off hiatus (and I'll update the tags accordingly). This is one of the stories that I expected to censor most from its original draft, but since I want to raise its rating for other reasons anyway, I'd like to explore her self-harm arc too. Carefully and with proper tags as mentioned. Betty gets into tattoos later as a way to redirect some of those feelings. I... think she has bat (Anti-Fairy) wings tattooed on her back, but I'll have to double check. Pretty sure it's bat wings.

- I'd also like to write Hazel as autistic- I've seen autistic writers talk about the many things they relate to with her and I like their portrayals.

- I've been waffling over making Kevin Crocker neurodivergent because it feels right to me, but I haven't nailed down exactly what I want to do with him. Open to suggestions, but still doing research and trying to find what feels right :)

Non-Humans

Disclaimer - My non-humans have non-human brains; I'm translating a few things from their in-universe diagnoses for clarity.

- Goldie has Harm OCD. Her species (will o' the wisps) are stereotyped as "damsels force drakes into harems" and she has a lot of paranoia regarding that.

Enter Goldie-Poof dubcon arc where Poof feels awful about expressing his relationship concerns to Goldie, knowing she'll panic about them, so he keeps hiding his feelings. "Watch and Learn" was a story where Poof broke up with Goldie, only to take her back almost immediately.

- Anti-Cosmo has bipolar disorder (hand in hand with mania, depression, dissociation, and hypersexuality). Specifically, he has a parallel of it that applies to his specific species- In-universe, he has multiple diagnoses for his condition.

Anti-Fairies refer to him as "having a lightning spirit in his head" (and those he grew up with used they/them pronouns for Anti-Cosmo in his youth because of this, in accordance with Anti-Fairy culture). Fairies diagnose him as "being a Fairy in an Anti-Fairy's body" since his mood changes are arguably similar to those of a drone without pheromone exposure.

In Fairy terms, Anti-Cosmo has divus displacement disorder, which is treated by rubbing pheromones on his face every day. This is referenced again in the sideblog post I'm putting up tomorrow (about pheromones), but Anti-Cosmo throws off a lot of people because he always smells different due to those pheromones. Fairies consider him to have a shifting identity and don't trust him.

- Anti-Cosmo's mother (Anti-Florensa) and brother (Anti-Robin Jr.) have a magical parallel of schizophrenia. His brother experiences hallucinations of the past while his mother has hallucinations about different future timelines.

Anti-Cosmo had a bad falling out with his brother around the time he figured out who he's a reincarnation of (Frayed Knots), as Anti-Robin's struggle to remember who Anti-Cosmo is in this lifetime (and react to him appropriately) strained their relationship.

In Anti-Fairy culture, they're also considered to have their souls entangled with nature spirits and are referred to as they/them by many people (though their enjoyment of being addressed that way fluctuates).

- Foop has dissociative identity disorder. I don't really have anything more to say about it. Lots of trauma going on there. Definitely some PTSD. And again, as an Anti-Fairy, his culture also diagnoses him as having a nature spirit tangled with his soul.

Unfortunately, Foop doesn't get a lot of the help he needs because Anti-Fairies tend to wave his situation off as a genetic condition rather than something trauma-related, seeing as several members of his family tree are also diagnosed with nature spirit conditions. This actually plays into why Foop connects with Fairy culture in a lot of ways (and why he has a pixie therapist, not an Anti-Fairy one).

- I think Poof has a little PTSD too and/or some anxiety, seeing as he had a panic attack at the end of "All I Ever Wanted" when talking about life with Goldie.

- Two characters of mine (a fairy named Rupert Roebeam and a pixie named Walter Keefe) have dysolfactya, which is a parallel of dyslexia I created for the inability to organize scents in your head (Not exactly the easiest thing to live with in a world that relies on pheromones to keep you from wandering into dangerous areas).

- I... usually refer to Longwood's and Poof's lack of interest in preening as a parallel of asexuality for a world where licking necks and faces is a big deal, but it's kind of interesting to think about. In-universe, they'd probably be diagnosed in some medical or psychological way.

Very pre-DSM update vibes, which absolutely fits the time period I have the cloudlands set in. Something akin to "diagnosed with critically low libido" for sure, but for licking.

- H.P. has OCD (Imo, this is implied by the song he sings in the Musical about how he doesn't hate the Fairies and doesn't want to take over, but can't stop himself from doing so because he "must cater" to his urge to be "the world's administrator," not to mention his insistence on 37-year plans).

He hates untidy notes- There are several scenes where he rewrites his entire note page because he doesn't like marks on his notes (including crossed-out words). He also has issues with lying and his athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten), leading to the winning combo of making it explicitly clear when he plans to enact a takeover plan. There's a whole thing about how he has to justify his takeovers in terms of "It's their fault for not stopping me; I warned them I'd do it."

H.P. also experienced zoochosis during his time at the Eros Nest (zoo run by Cupid's family), leading to repetitive behaviors with no clear end goal. That probably affects him even now in a PTSD-adjacent way.

There might be characters I didn't mention - I feel like I'm blanking on something Anti-Marigold experiences - but those are the ones that come to mind for FOP 'fics!

[grayintogreen]

OKAY SO. I am (and this is obvious for my followers as opposed to this tag), I am currently running headlong towards the ending of my huge CR longfic, but I have started to develop my next project. Not sure when I'll start posting because if I do it too soon it's going to be hard to keep up with it and YCDHN and I do NOT WANT THAT, so I'm gonna poke at it casually while seeing how much of YCDHN I can write before I come back from my posting hiatus in March. If it looks like I'm making a lot of headway in getting the next three chapters written, we'll see.

SO WHAT IS THIS NEXT PROJECT? Glad you asked.

learn that even death may die is going to be a Hazbin Hotel fic that goes AU after 1x06 (due to that being where I started plotting it). The official summary is as follows:

When Lucifer agrees to seal his powers to set an example of humility to buy more time for the Hotel to work, Adam and the Exorcists scheme with the Vees in order to take the Hazbin Hotel down once and for all. Meanwhile, Alastor has a little secret that he'd like to be through with that would change the face of Hell if anyone knew...

And Husk has caught feelings, which is unrelated to all of the above.

It's a plotty, ensemble piece, featuring Found Family dynamics, Alastor and Lucifer being each others' biggest haters, Husk and Angel in a bodyguard AU for reasons, and the kind of plot you can expect from the idiot who brought you two million words about Cree Deeproots.

Here's an extended preview of the first chapter. Spread the word! Get hype! It's something I'm really excited to work on when I've gotten a lot more progress on my YCDHN backlog.

The last week had been… Harrowing, to say the least. The Extermination had been personal- deeply personal- and while no one at the Hotel had fallen, the line of angelic spears stabbed into the ground outside with demon heads proudly spelling out YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER (Vaggie had noted that was such a waste of spears) had made the message clear. This was going to continue and next time they wouldn’t be so lucky.

She didn’t know when the next would come- back to a year or another six months or another week. She had paced, relentlessly, as the Hotel put itself back in order and those who had been injured licked their wounds. Husk, in particular, had survived a scuffle with Adam, himself, and while he didn’t appreciate the warm embrace he got for his bravery, she didn’t know how else to thank him aside from maybe a very expensive bottle of booze at Angel’s suggestion, which he did like and seemed to like even more when she told him it had been Angel’s idea.

That should have been something she lit on! Something that she could really sink her teeth into and do something about! Were Angel and Husk an item? Was there unspoken tension? What would that do for Angel’s suitability to Heaven? Surely, a stable, monogamous relationship could only-

But no. She’d let that thought slide out of her mind with barely more than a hum, never mind a full number about it. Her mind had to be on the Hotel and protecting it. She couldn’t even do a lesson plan in these conditions! Activities had ground to a halt in favor of ‘work together to clean up the corpses.’ She was going to scream or bite or… or something.

Vaggie helped. She always did. The initial shock of learning about her being an angel had passed and while there had been some distance in the month leading up to the Extermination, Vaggie’s dedication to her remained absolute and she had nearly gotten herself killed multiple times to make up for what she felt were her sins in the past.”

”Demons kill each other and that’s different,” she’d said when Charlie told her that no one in the Hotel, save herself, was fully clean of demon blood.”They aren’t killing because they think everyone here deserves to die. It’s different.”

So that was still sort of a whole unresolved thing too, and that was just before her father kicked the door in, ready to throw down because he had one rule when his hand was forced about the Extermination and that was not putting his family in direct harm. Getting him to do more than fume and fuss over it had occupied a lot of time she didn’t actually have, but the end result had led her here… Back to Heaven.

With her father.

Outside the golden gates, he stood ramrod straight, fingers clenched so tightly around the head of his cane she was certain his fingers would grip right to the core. She glanced at his shaking hands and laid her own over them. “Dad, it’s okay.”

“I haven’t been back to Heaven in… Oooh.” He whistled. “Awhile. It’s…” He tugged his collar. “Not actually full of great memories, y’know, sweetie?” He leaned over to whisper. “Maybe we should just go back down and work on this on a lower level. I know some phenomenal wards. You think that dusty radio guy has moves? Your dad has better moves. I invented some of those runes he uses. My wards- pristine.”

She wrinkled her nose and pulled him closer to the front desk. “Daaaad, come on. It’ll be fine. I think things will actually work out this time if you’re here.”

“Really? ‘Cause I feel like they’re gonna go much worse.” As if to prove it, the second the pair strode towards the desk, St. Peter nearly flung the guestbook to reach for something underneath the desk. Charlie had to lunge to stop his hand from hitting a button with a very familiar runic symbol on it- fuck, they had a Lucifer button.

“Wait wait wait! He’s not- we’re not here to cause any trouble. We just need to talk to Sera- or Emily. Actually, I’d rather talk to Emily, if it’s… all the same.” She shot him a winning smile.

Behind her, Lucifer was making what could only be described as a ‘stink face.’ “This is going greeeeat. Are you sure about this, Charlie? It’s not too late to go back.”

“Dad!”

“Charlie!” A winged shape suddenly burst free of the Gates and wrapped tight arms around her middle. Unable to resist, Charlie wrapped her arms around the gray-clad form as well and spun her around. “Emily!”

“Oh my Heavens, Charlie, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Emily pulled away to grip Charlie’s hands so tightly that it was a pleasant kind of crushing. Like a weighted blanket. She leaned forward to whisper, “I’ve been doing all I can. There are angels who truly believe this isn’t right. Sera has told me to give it up, that doubting leads to Falling, because-“

Both girls looked askance at Lucifer, fiddling with the head of his cane awkwardly, that vapid look he got when he was overwhelmed making it clear that he’d stopped paying attention.

Charlie, for the first time daring to doubt, whispered back in a nervous high-pitched lilt, “Iiiis it bad that I brought him here?”

“No! I… I don’t think.” Emily frowned. “I should warn Sera, of course.” She stepped back and approached Lucifer, who flinched like he was about to be scolded- oh dad how badly did the angels hurt you. “Greetings, Morningstar,” she said, bowing a bit. “It is an honor to meet you. I was only a fledgling when you Fell.”

“For the record, I didn’t Fall. I was pushed.” Lucifer, seeing Emily’s own flinch, immediately softened and underneath all the anxiety, Charlie caught a glimpse of the angel her father had been once as he ducked his head and accepted her greeting graciously and with the genteel quality of true nobility. “Thank you for being courteous about this. Tell the High Seraph that we won’t take up any of her time. We… have a deal to renegotiate. It seems Adam’s legions have forgotten what we agreed long ago.”

Emily bobbed her head with a grin and slipped through a portal, leaving St. Peter to anxiously open the Gates without his usual aplomb. Charlie strolled through and Lucifer, feeling somewhat more confident after seeing how Emily treated him, tapped the poor angel’s desk with his cane. “Keep up the good work, Pete.”

The promenade was still full of people dancing about in a joyous display of virtue and peace, but now looking at it, all she saw were people who had somehow gotten lucky. She tried to find a commonality in any of them, something that she could take back and use to prove her point, but there didn’t seem to be a single thing these people had that hers didn’t… besides, you know, the fixation on sin and murder. And, honestly, some of them might have that too, hidden under the surface. Look at Adam.

“Heyyyy, Short Stack! How’s it goin’?”

Speak of the fucking prick.

Every fiber of Charlie’s body reached for Hellfire and only her father’s iron-tight grip on her shoulder kept her from exploding in a rush of demonic energy. Her horns appeared and vanished in the blink of an eye and she focused on deep, healing breaths as Adam, the walking canker sore, swaggered up to them on the promenade.

“They’ll let anyone in here these days, huh?” Adam planted his hands on his hips and grinned. Behind him, Lute bristled.

“Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you. Hah!” Lucifer barked. All that anxiety he’d worn outside had been cast aside like an old coat- something about Adam had struck the same nerve that Alastor had only in a different key. A beat, and then: “No seriously, how did you get in here? I was there, remember. You also ate the apple. It was a, uh, whole thing, actually.”

“Yeah, but I did it second.” He reached into his ear with his pinky to dislodge a bit of wax and flicked it across the golden streets. “That counts for something.”

Still lingering on the angels’ wishy-washy answer about how precisely one gets into Heaven and with the proof that there wasn’t some actual code to follow right before her eyes, Charlie crossed her arms over her chest and fought the urge to scowl. Scowling gives you lines that make your smiles less effective. Everyone knew that.

“How’s the wifey, by the by, Lucy? Still smokin’?” Adam slammed a hand into a fist. “Oh wait. I forgot. You two are hella divorced, amirite?”

“We are not divorced.” Lucifer began to panic, whipping to Charlie like he expected her to believe any of that shit. There was something in his eyes that spoke volumes about the truth of what was going on with him and Lilith that she would have to unpack later- she hadn’t asked before. It was too painful to bring up. “We- we’re on a break. Yeah, a break. Just a break.” He swallowed, leaned on his cane, and adjusted his stance. “Which is more than I can say for you and yours. How is Eve, by the way? Oh waaaait! She’s in Hell. With me. Just like your first wife. Hah. Man, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say one of us knows how to treat a woman.” Another pause. He leaned into Adam’s space and whispered. “It’s me.”

Adam’s ghoulish face screwed up in disgust. “Yeah, okay, pal, you just drink your ‘respect women’-” are the air quotes necessary? really?, “- juice. You can use it to gargle after you lick my balls.”

“Adam,” Sera’s voice said, coarsely, snapping him to attention with a mumbled aw fuck mom’s home.

She hovered as glorious as ever with her six wings, towering over Lucifer as she landed between him and Adam, shunting him out of her space and into Lute’s. Charlie and Emily both shot him sour looks and held hands in solidarity as they watched the fallen Morningstar engage with the High Seraph for the first time in millenniums.

The seconds ticked on in agonizing awkward silence. Lucifer’s throat bobbed. “High Seraph.”

“Morningstar,” Sera murmured, politely, her shoulders tense. Another long moment of silence followed- clearly she was waiting for Lucifer to explain himself. Charlie’s palms started to sweat, but not Emily’s. Angels apparently didn’t sweat. Her grip alone, however, spoke to her anxiety matching Charlie’s.

Lucifer’s jaw trembled and he finally, finally yanked himself together again. “Maybe we can talk about this somewhere more private? The street is… Open.”

Indeed, they were starting to attract attention. People might not recognize Lucifer on sight these days, but that apple and snake motif was sort of painfully obvious when you thought about it for a moment. Sera gave a nod and circled her fingers in the air to open another portal. “Certainly. Come into my office.”

Adam started to follow and Lucifer thrust his cane to stop him. “No, no. Not you. Seraphs only.”

Adam snarled and lowered the staff. “Your piece of hellsnatch daughter ain’t a seraph, Little Man.”

Charlie saw her father’s eyes light up with a fire she only saw when he had to be in a room with Alastor. “What did you say about my daughter?”

“Dad.”

“You want me to say it louder? Or do you want me to moan it, Daddy?” Adam leered.

“That’s enough!” Emily snapped before Sera could, her small form crowding into Adam’s space, all of her angelic eyes open and glowering daggers at the lesser angel. He shrank back. “There will be no more disrespect in this room. Adam, this concerns you, so you will be allowed entry, but please keep your mouth shut.”

Charlie felt her heart squish as Emily brushed off her dress and then strolled through the portal, nose primly in the air. Sera, lips pressed together, only gave a sober nod and followed.

“How come he-“ Adam snarled, but Lute gripped his arm and pushed him into the portal.

“Pick your battles, sir.”

“I wanna pick this one,” he whined as he vanished into the Seraph’s study. Lucifer and Charlie lingered for a moment- one with hope in her heart and the other rapidly descending into the pit of despair after just seconds of glorious, if not damning and futile, wrath. She reached for his hand.

“C’mon, dad. You got this.”

The soft smile melted her heart even more than Emily’s protection had. He stood on his toes to pull her into an embrace and give her a kiss on the head- more to comfort himself than her, she was sure, but she didn’t mind. He hopped through the portal and she followed into an austerely decorated space. Painfully minimalist. Ooh this was not a side of Heaven she liked at all. There wasn’t even art on the walls. Just gray slate with a huge plate-glass window behind the bare desk. Not a single knickknack to distract from its function.

Sera slid into the seat behind the desk, while Emily stood at attention next to her, hands clasped in front of her, eyes still fixed on Adam, daring him to speak. He skulked in the background, intentionally toying with the boring book-laden shelves- also free of knickknacks and personal touches- by running his fingers on the spines or pulling them out and pretending to read them before tossing them at Lute to put back with a bored eyeroll.

Conjured chairs were produced for Lucifer and Charlie, which they took, gladly. With everyone who was going to settle having done so, Sera sighed.

“Let’s talk, Lucifer. What brings you back to Heaven? You were told to never come back.

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update - 07/09/2023

There's a LOT to cover this week but it's all REALLY important so please read <3 (below the cut) ~

Announcements

~ Cruise ~

I'm going on a cruise from 07/15/2023-07/23/2023! I really shouldn't have, but my family peer pressured me into it and now I can't get my money back if I back out so I'm going anyway lol.

I paid extra to have WiFi in my cabin, however I don't know how good it will be. I refuse to pay the ridiculous amount of money to use the data on my phone out there. That being said, my online time will be limited.

If for any reason I cannot access my internet or have issues getting on Tumblr @whatthefishh will give you all an update letting you know. (She hasn't confirmed this with me yet but I assume she will lol)

I'm going to be trying to get some works written ahead of time and scheduled to post while I'm away so it will be like I never left! (except I won't be able to respond much).

~ Masterlist ~

My masterlist is ALMOST complete. Once I'm done with it this time I will NOT be changing it again (unless my aesthetic changes but that will only be a cosmetic update). I'm happy with the way it's organized right now and I don't think it can get any better than it is personally lol. (I'm very proud of it please praise me)

~ FAQs ~

I'm working on an FAQs list to hopefully mitigate some of the repeat questions I get, or so I can just link them instead of having to respond to each individual question.

~ Thank You ~

The biggest thank you possible to those who sent in tips this week. I can't thank you enough. I added the tip thing without the expectation that people would actually use it so to have so many of you this week blew my mind. I love you, and I appreciate you more than you can know.

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren't a promise/guarantee, they're a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - should be posted this week

Pink - In progress actively (working on but will not be posted this week)

Red - Backburner Fic (will work on later. See WIP list for status)

Long/Chaptered Fics Updates

A Bit Dodgy - This fic is currently on hiatus. The plan is for it to return 07/31/2023. Things may change and if they do I'll let you all know! Thank you for bearing with me. More detailed explanation here.

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 2 is coming right up! Just a couple scenes to add and it will be good to go. I'm thinking I'll be able to churn out one chapter a week but don't hold your breath please haha, things are getting really busy, but this fic is at the front of my mind right now for sure. - New chapter this week

The Fractured Moon - currently working on These Fractured Knights (TFM Bonus Chapters) 🫣😏 - Hoping to have the next chapter out this week. This has been moved to "longfics" since it will be at over 40k words upon completion. - New chapter this week

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can't Fight - New chapter coming out this week.

Not a Doctor - Part 2 coming soon - not for a while though.

Worth the Risk - taking a small step back from this for now. It’s not at the top of my inspiration list so I’m moving it down the line temporarily. - will work on a later date

The Good Doctors - idea by @burnincrown - Dr. Marc Spector - It's going to be a long time in the works, and it will probably replace TFM when that one is done. In development - Work on it a different week

Requests Updates

There are 4 ficlets left for my 1k follower celebration. Finally getting them done (I'm almost at 2k now lmao but won't be doing a celebration until a different milestone).

As a reminder, once these requests are finished, my requests will be closed for good. You can see the post explaining that here. Thank you again for the support and understanding!

Moon Boys X f!Reader by @simpforbritgents

Asking for something like Feeling Flustered where the moon boys are doing guided phone sex.

Marc Spector X f!Reader by @blueflowerhat

Marc shower sex based on AI prompt.

Nathan Bateman X f!Reader by @campingwiththecharmings

This is the prompt that hit me like a Nathan-shaped mac truck! -> “if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”

Nathan Bateman X f!Reader by Anon

Cam girl reader x Nathan - Nathan turns to a cam girl, he's been kinda stalking her. (Excited hehe)

That's all for now guys! I love you all and thank you so much for all the support you continue to give no matter what. You're amazing <3

[kikokeya]

The Neighbour Above

((DAY 5 OF CHRISTMAS))

Harvard Hottie (Hayden) X Reader

Word Count: 1,049

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: It's been a year ago since your dog passed on. Christmas hasn't been the same since but maybe it's time to move on with your neighbour, Hayden, and his adorable little Chiweenie puppy.

A/N: I apologise for technically taking a hiatus but I'm back now that I'm on my week break. I think I'll only be able to post this and another fic but as always, I'm working towards finishing the Christmas Masterlist to then be able to go on and write more fics since I already have an idea for Max Burnett.

You got home from work early today since it's Christmas eve and passed by your neighbour's apartment. He was this guy who went to Harvard a few years back since you'd seen him wearing the shirt once or twice. You turned it into a joke however between you and the nanny who babysits the kids above you. But, he'll only ever be known as Harvard Hottie.

You shrugged off the thought of inviting him over seeing as he wasn't home since his shoes weren't on the shoe rack next to his door. You entered your apartment and removed your heels, placing them by the door as you locked up behind you.

You thought about having a fancy dinner tonight but didn't want to leave the house so you decided that you were gonna cook tonight to forget about the fact that it's your late dog's death anniversary.

People would consider it weird to be hung over about an animal but it's usually those same people who've probably never had a pet before in their life.

You sat on the couch for a while as you rubbed your feet. They have been aching excruciatingly at work while you were typing away on your laptop at your desk. You massaged your feet for a while more and got up to take a bath to relax as you cleaned yourself up before getting dressed in a tank top and sweatpants.

As you came out of the room, you turned the tv on. You browsed through Netflix before deciding to turn on, "Friends". You heard the same intro every day and smiled to yourself - at least that never failed to make you happy.

You decided it was time for you to eat as your appetite was calling you forth to the kitchen. You made some pasta for yourself not really feeling the drive to do anything fancy for Christmas albeit already having the Christmas tree set up a week ago.

As you were plating your food, you heard a scratch on the door followed by more scratches afterwards. You set your plate down on the kitchen counter before making your way to the door. You opened it to see a tiny Chiweenie puppy as you looked down at the floor upon hearing its bark.

You bend down to pick it up, smiling as you checked its collar for a name. 'Oscar... What a beautiful name,' You thought to yourself. You were deep into thought playing with the puppy that you didn't hear the proceeding footsteps getting closer to you.

"Hey, I'm sorry if Oscar disturbed you," You felt a pat on your shoulder bringing you out of thought as you looked up to see, Harvard Hottie.

"Hi," You said while admiring him as your jaw dropped but you soon regained your composure before standing up to give Oscar to him, "Here."

"Thank you," He took his puppy back and held it close to him, "I hope he didn't bother you too much... but um Merry Christmas Eve."

"Y-Yeah... M-Merry Christmas Eve to you too," You said chuckling and smiling at him before going back into your apartment as you held the door open still before thinking if you should invite him in.

"Hey um, d-do you wanna come in? If you don't have any plans that is."

He nodded and came inside before you realised that you haven't yet cleaned your apartment and grimaced at the thought as you closed the door.

As he walked in, he admired the place and sat on the couch chuckling seeing 'Friends' playing on the TV. He had put Oscar down and let him roam about the place as well.

You walked to the kitchen to dish out the pasta before serving it to him.

"Here you go, just something light for you to eat... again, I'm sorry that it's not much."

He takes the food and smiles at you before eating it as you sit beside him watching your TV. You looked over seeing that he enjoyed your food as he looked so relaxed. Of course, he caught you looking and opened his arms to extend an invitation for you guys to cuddle as you moved closer to him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into him and sigh feeling warm and comfortable before closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

It took him a while to register it before he pulled away to put the plate in the sink as he came back to carry you to your bed. He tucked you in under your blanket smiling to himself before sighing as he made his decision to stay the night.

He closed the room door quietly and went to turn off the TV before sleeping on the couch as Oscar slept on the floor beside him.

The following day when you awoke, you wondered how you got on the bed since you remembered that you had been on the couch last night. Your mind then thought about 'Harvard Hottie' as you got out of bed to leave your room before seeing that he was asleep on the couch as you smiled to yourself.

You grabbed a blanket from the dresser before going out to cover him, but to your dismay, he awoke from the slight brushing of the blanket over his skin.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked you while sitting up and yawning.

"I-I slept like a baby," You chuckled while answering him. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to but I saw that you were sleeping without a blanket and so I just wanted to cover you with it."

"It's okay," He grabbed your hand, encouraging you to sit beside him as he smiled at you, "For starters, why don't you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine as well."

You told him your name before getting a response from him as well, "I'm Hayden... and I would like to take you out on a date if that's okay?"

You nodded and responded, "I would love that very much, Hayden."

Hayden leaned forward and kissed you gently before pulling away and smiling as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Hayden," You leaned forward and kissed him again.

[which-hospital]

About Time - Casualty Hiatus Thoughts - Part 1/?

I used to include real life updates in my episode reviews. I think I’m ill and it’s really bad timing for like a bunch of stuff I need to get done over the next two weeks so I’m mainly writing this to try and make myself feel less like a deflated balloon. I guess I miss Casualty now? But also I don’t really want it back because I really don’t trust that I’ll like where it goes next. I have things I really should be doing but instead I'm typing this up and finding a way to look at AO3 on my Switch Lite.

I feel like I’ve been putting off typing this up for two reasons. One, it’s a lot of energy to put my Casualty thoughts into semi-coherent words, especially in between writing stuff for uni, because in my head my Casualty thoughts are mostly just “I’m so nauseous about the pretend paramedics”. Two, my thoughts are almost exclusively about the paramedics, specifically mostly about Teddy, and for some reason I’m worried about coming across obsessive? BREAKING NEWS: Autistic Person Is Obsessive About Special Interest, More At Ten! Like, yeah, I do sound like Teddy is all I think about, because he kind of is all I think about lately. I’ve been feeling more self conscious about it lately, I guess, but I trust that anyone also still hanging around in the Casualty fandom this far into the hiatus can’t be all that different from me and therefore won’t judge me.

Also, there's no connecting theme in this post. The theme is 'things that have been on my mind during the hiatus' and that's quite varied and random so I might seem like I'm jumping between topics a lot.

Having written this post now, I worry parts of it come across very critical of Teddy who is my beloved favourite character. If I like a character, they’re gonna get picked apart and they’re rarely gonna come out of it 100% positive. I love him and I think he’s such a great character who has been a very kind and sweet person throughout his existence in Casualty that’s kind of being forgotten a bit right now. I also think he has done objectively bad things recently but he’s also going through a lot and I’m very sympathetic about that. So if this post comes across negative about him: I love and feel very :( for him, I just also love hating on my faves.

The BBC actually personally attacked me by making Sah and Teddy go through weird-queer-friendship breakup while I was using them to cope with my own weird-queer-friendship breakup. Now, Spotify is continuing the personal attack by playing Night Shift and The Frost whenever I'm on my commute. I cannot start crying over the pretend paramedics on this train, but also you've got a 9-to-5, so I'll take the night shift and I'll never see you again if I can help it and you're not here to see, it's just witness-less me. The overall polyfailure songs are I Bet On Losing Dogs and Cool About It, I do have a playlist but I did not plan to start going on about it in this post. Sah and Teddy are on my mind as they have been since I got back into Casualty (and kinda before then), I don't really ship them in the typical sense except for when it's also with Paige but their canon relationship is so interesting. They act like they're just mates or whatever, and then act about and towards each other in a way that they don't with any other person. My go-to way of describing it is that they're a little weird about each other. I appreciate that, at least until the end of Driving Force, they're still a little weird about each other. Proposing to your girlfriend out of immense jealousy towards your best friend who you basically won't talk to anymore is kinda weird, quitting your job over your best friend doing that is maybe less weird but they're both still making major decisions based on each other. I also really love how certain parts of their series 36 storylines are written as these paired opposites but that's another post. Big thing on my mind is the idea that Teddy can't really pretend he never cared about Sah, he can't forget about them because he got shot for them and (for all that Casualty will absolutely forget it happened) that's gonna leave a scar, he can't ever get away from them and he won't forget their birthday ever again! Like, I can't get a Greggs without thinking of my weird friendship, can he exist without thinking of Sah? I'm! miserable! about! them! They're so incredibly Planet of Love and Wishbone by Richard Siken, except the guy getting shot in those poems is actually also called Theodore.

[The particularly them parts. Let's not talk about it!! Let's just not talk!!!]

On the topic of Teddy getting shot, I said I was gonna rewatch the start of Welcome to the Warzone so I can post episode reviews for all of that miniseries and then I did not do that. I’ve mostly been rewatching random series 36 episodes. I’ve been thinking a lot about With a Bullet, though. It’s the episode that dragged me properly back into Casualty but I always forget how busy it is? There’s so much happening that it kinda annoys me. At the core of the episode you’ve got a lot of great stuff with the paramedics that helps to establish stuff for later on in WTTW and Driving Force but then there’s all this other stuff also happening around it that is just not relevant. I honestly think the episode would be exponentially better if they just let it be a paramedic centric episode in the style of Is The Patient Breathing?. Cut back all the non-paramedic stuff (and anything in that episode about Iain and Faith, we got enough of that stuff in every other episode) and just have a couple of storylines happening around Teddy getting shot. Specifically, just focus on Teddy and Jan (and Gethin) to set up everything that has happened with Gethin, Teddy and Sah to set up everything that has happened with Paige, and Jacob and Iain to properly establish where Jacob is at in the team and like generally. Shove the other stuff into other episodes. Anyway, my point is that With a Bullet is on my mind cause it technically does a good job at setting these things up but is held back by everything else going on.

Switzerland has got me thinking a lot about the Jan-Teddy Wider Family Tree™ on so many levels:

I think it fits into this theme of Teddy not really being taken seriously or being perceived as having maturity by his family. Not being taken seriously is such a consistent thing with Teddy that it's actually very hard to concisely talk about it, there's so many tangents and even like his name is a diminutive. I think it's been something that's built up to this point where he's trying to prove people wrong and make them take him seriously. That's kind of where I think the proposal comes from. But with his family, his anger in Switzerland, to me, is about being kept out of stuff because they don't really think he is mature enough to get it. And I do think Teddy would have come to accept Gethin's decision like Jan did if he had been included. Teddy being seen as immature is dragged back up by Jan when she tells him to grow up after he wants to give Gethin the benefit of the doubt in With a Bullet, and it's interesting to me that it's this like kindness and forgiveness that is perceived as being immature. Honestly, when you get that family together they do kind of struggle to be consistently nice to each other for very long, except for maybe Teddy who has actually been the one trying mediate a lot before. So when he's saying all this pretty horrible stuff in the argument in Switzerland, isn't that kind of maturity by these standards? He's jumping between saying very actually childish things and saying stuff that is comparable to the stuff Gaynor says to Jan. Honestly, ignore this section, I really feel like I can't effectively express what I'm thinking but there was an attempt.

I've got 'Teddy as Son 2.0' on my mind but it makes me nauseous to try and talk about it. Replacement son and replacement mother but in way that is as concerning as it is sweet. I started to think about it in Aftermath but it really came out full force in the final episodes of Driving Force. Specifically, Jan’s “What am I going to tell Ross?… And Teddy?” moment in Switzerland and the differences in how Gethin responds to those questions. Just bringing the two of them up in the same context like that. But looking back, this has been developing for a while. In With a Bullet, you’ve got Jan saying almost exactly what Gaynor said to Teddy in Break Your Heart and then cutting herself off and saying what she had said to him in that episode instead. (Actually, she even said in Break Your Heart that she loves Teddy as if he’s her own and then Gaynor gives us the only direct comparison ever made between Teddy and Ross: “Well he’s not, thank goodness. Look how well your’s turned out…”.) All the way back at the start of series 36, you have Teddy showing up and trying to get Jan and Ffion back together when they had separated over Ross stuff. Their stuff in Is The Patient Breathing? is explicitly about Jan being harsh on Teddy because she doesn’t want to lose him like she lost Lev and Fenisha, but also literally everything they get called to in that episode is to do with drugs in some way. Honestly, a couple years from now, I wouldn’t mind another storyline with Ross if it also involved Teddy. I am interested in what they might do there. Sure, they have like a 10 year age difference but my cousin is 11 years older than me and we still spent time together when I was a kid - the fact that Gethin immediately recognises Teddy when he sees him makes me think there must have been a period of relative okay-ness for the family when Teddy was very young. I think I just want to get all of them in a room and do Jeremy Kyle on them.

I've also been thinking about the Chekhov's Gun moment that is "you know what it was like when my parents were divorcing" from Broken. Maybe Jan does, but we don't. Teddy's parents' seemingly not-amicable divorce feels relevant to him rushing into marrying Paige. Also, I just enjoy the vaguely-still-alive-and-out-there-ness of Teddy's dad. What's he up to? Has he not been at all interested in all the times Teddy has nearly died in the past couple years? I expect that eventually the writers will pull him out for a storyline and I am interested in what they might do there too but I'm honestly too attached to my headcanons in that area now.

I’ve edited this in but I wanted it in here. I was looking at Teddy’s birthday on onthisday.com and Bring It All Back was number 1 in the UK charts that day. I’ve got this ridiculous headcanon that Sah and Teddy both really enjoy S Club so I am very pleased with that.

Let's end controversially, my Casualty hot takes. This one I think is reasonable; I don't like how certain parts of the fandom (...Twitter) act about their favourite characters. There's this sort of outright refusal to acknowledge that your favourite character can ever be in the wrong and it annoys me for two reasons. First, every other character ends up being judged on the basis of how they treat your favourite character which is a very interesting way to watch the show. Second, a lot of the time it leads to that favourite character being oversimplified. Good people can do bad things sometimes. Good characters usually do bad things sometimes. I love Teddy but I can acknowledge that he's been a prick lately while also considering the reasons behind his behaviour. I love Sah but maybe kissing Paige wasn't brilliant of them and maybe that's okay. I think my annoyance about this might be more to do with the fact that I'm not really as interested in a lot of the characters that seem to be fan-favourites over there. This one I think makes me a bad Casualty fan; I would not watch it if it was just about treating patients. Everytime they make an episode about them just being professionals and treating patients (like How To Save A Life), I see people saying they wish Casualty was always like that and... I don't! I love those episodes and I think they're important and really well made and actually fit into the series very well. And I do think those episodes can contribute to the characters as professionals, I often wish the show made it feel like their jobs were more relevant to who they are as people. But if it was always just about that, I would just watch one of those ambulance documentary shows instead. I'm here for the characters, I'm here for the drama, I'm here for Hamlet in a hospital and I feel like every episode being about them actually doing their jobs might get in the way of that. Similarly, I don't get when people complain about the characters doing stuff that "would never happen in a real hospital" because it isn't a real hospital. Suspend your disbelief.

[ranger-kellyn]

it's not exactly easy to sit here and type this up after two bad mental health days, but i'm doing my yearly tradition of sitting in lilsimsie's stream until it's midnight on the east coast, and have about ~40 minutes before this edible kicks in and well. better get writing lmao

looking back in my 2022 journal, i think it's fairly safe to say that the start of the year is always rough on me, mentally. we're officially in winter, and the seasonal affective disorder is in full swing, so like. i KNOW what's wrong. it happens every year. doesn't stop the low from kicking me in the gut, though

2022 has been a rough year. my job responsibilities have been picking up, we've been traveling more, and it's only looking to increase even further as i continue. and sure, that's the typical progression of a job regardless, it still stinks at times. the only thing that makes it manageable is the fact that i genuinely do like all my coworkers. it's always a good time when we go out for dinner and drinks when we're on travel, and the holiday party i went to the other week was a blast.

but 2022 has also been a bit of a...i can't think of the word. reckoning? the realization that like. (and DONT fucking come for me i KNOW i'm still very young but hang with me here) i'm aging.

and with aging comes different health concerns and whatnot. as much as i have the bad tendency to overshare on the internet, there's plenty i haven't really talked about, and i'm at a point where i really need to like. take control. before things get worse. two (or more honestly) health problems i've had this year are directly related to me having such a sedentary lifestyle. if i don't take control and start holding myself accountable to getting up and being more active, things are going to start getting bad.

i've already been trying to get up and do more stretches throughout my day when i can. it was also part of the "deal" i made with myself for allowing me to have my tv up in my bedroom. if i wanted to keep it up here, i have to do at least a few minutes of stretches each day, and so far it's never felt like a punishment, so hopefully i'll be able to hold myself accountable.

i'm also working on eating better. my aunt got me this super fancy rice maker for christmas, and it makes really good steel cut oats as well. there's not much i can eat in the morning without getting horribly nauseous, but oats seem to be the exception so. that's been nice to have! my first baby step goal with eating is to just. eat. 3 meals a day. they don't have to be huge elaborate meals, but at least something. from there, i can start worrying a little more about content. my other first goal is to try to ease off on the soda bc i KNOW i drink way too much. the last time i was able to cut it out was when i started by just. drinking a glass of water before i allowed myself to have the soda, so that's my plan for now.

also. cut back on the weed bc like...being high practically every weekend just so i can disassociate it away. is uh. Not Healthy, but clearly i'm not starting that one tonight dskflhk

BUT. enough about the negatives--

there were positives in the year, too. i moved to a bigger apartment. i got to travel to new places. i took my bestie to my cousins wedding and had a great time. i got to spend time with my friends. i went to a pride event at the science museum, and went to the My Brother My Brother and Me live show. i was fortunate enough to get tickets to see taylor this next year, nashville and two nights in seattle!

i also got a TON of writing done. i didn't finish my goal of finishing any of the three ongoing fics, but i DID get a lot of good writing done. after a multi-year hiatus, i was able to update Getaway Car with a new chapter before Midnights was released, and with only three chapters left to go, the end is within sight.

i've also done a ton of writing on countless other stories. i'm hoping i can carry this energy into the new year, and actually finish one of my fics in 2023 lmao

i'm also really hoping i can get back into drawing.

but anyways.

here's to hoping 2023 is a good one

[popcornfairy28]

Probably nobody here really cares about this, but I figured I should probably post about this anyway. I finally updated The Crystal of Neahtid, a Merlin watching the show fic that I barely started during 2020. Back then, I had just started posting to AO3 and sharing my writing for pretty much the first time ever, so I didn't have a solid plan. Life happened and I went on hiatus, and now I'm coming back to these old fics but I am changing how I write them so I don't go back on hiatus.

In other news!!! I've gotta fill you guys in on lots. I've been working quite a bit this month because my boss hasn't been feeling well, so it looks like to make up for that my July schedule has the least amount of work days that I've had since taking this job, which means that I will actually have time to write and record stuff!!! Plus a few issues are hopefully finally being resolved there, which means I'll be less stressed/probably have more time to write while at work.

What Hides in the Dark has a new first chapter, "I Guess I Should've Known" because I decided on a different beginning point, which should be up earliest tomorrow or latest Friday (I've gotta work, so we'll see). With it will be posted the next chapter for The Older Siblings.

I'll be posting a one-shot related to this Merlin fic called "Never Really Fit In" probably Thursday. I'll probably end up updating 50 Ways to Not Die sometime around then as well.

As for Perry the Teenage Spy, I think I'll try catching up with the few episodes I wanna do for Extra Scenes with four more before I post "It's About Time!". Besides that, I'm thinking of writing a one-shot in Perry the (Teenage) Rebel about a certain family's perspective during the Star Wars Rebels episode "Twin Suns" (inspired by me finishing season 3 of Rebels yay!)

Remember Bap Away at My Heart? After I get the aforementioned stuff posted, I'll finally get around to posting the third and last chapter which had previously gotten delayed due to the death of a friend mere hours after I had last updated this fic. After that I've got a couple ideas for one-shots with Bap, but nothing concrete. I also kinda wanna make a human AU with this?

I've also got a handful of podfics that I recorded during May that I have yet to edit that I'll probably get around to next week since I will only be working one day that week. The fandoms of these include Phineas and Ferb, Merlin, and Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves!

The Chesterton Challenge Prompts kinda got dropped in the midst of Voiceteam, so I'll be trying to update that every Sunday or so until Inklings Challenge this year.

If you wanna ask me for any snippets of anything I've put here, feel free to do so! Otherwise, see ya later!

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 33

I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE ANYTIME YOU'RE NEEDING ME

A/N: We're back baby! I'm back, Harry and stylist!yn are back, it's a good day! I won't lie, it took a bit to get back into the groove of this story, but I'm so happy it's going again. Hope you like it.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language (always), oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, and a tiny bit of drama, but some really lovey-dovey moments too.

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Sept 14th, 2015

Since that night in Toronto, things have been a nonstop rollercoaster. One Direction announced their hiatus, which has left your head spinning with so many questions.

"This is crazy… this is a lot… it changes almost everything… when will the break be over?... is the band done?… I'm gonna need to find a job… Hell, I think I'm gonna need a drink."

"Sunshine, I'm getting dizzy watching you pace around like this. Please sit down, let's talk it out."

To top off the craziness, Dave proposed to your mom two weeks ago, and they have decided to have a whirlwind of an engagement by getting married… in a few days.

"Niall, please don't hate me for not going."

"Superstar, I could never hate ya!" He wraps one arm around your shoulder. "M'birthday just won't be as fun…"

"Well that's true!" You giggle, wrapping one arm around his waist and squeezing him for a side hug.

"Much rather it was you than Harry…" he pretends to whisper.

"Hey!" Harry replies, throwing his bag over his shoulder and playfully pushing Niall away from you.

"Please let me go with you." He states, jokingly glaring at Niall, who grabs his own bag and gets ready to leave.

"You should celebrate his birthday with him." You reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You didn't go last year."

His glare now focuses on you. "That's not fair."

You tightly squeeze your lips together, remembering that the awkward tension between you two was the reason he stayed back.

"Sorry." You give him a gentle kiss. "My point still stands though. Plus, you have meetings the next few days. I'll see you after that, at the wedding."

"Fine. I'll go all the way to Vegas, partying at the club, to celebrate Niall's birthday…" he smirks.

"Yeah, how torturous." You roll your eyes.

"I won't have anyone to cuddle." He pouts, drawing another kiss from your lips.

"Okay, ya big baby!" You bite your lip and shake your head. "Get Nialler drunk enough and you will."

"I heard that." Niall chuckles. "It's true though. C'mon, babe!" He blows a kiss to Harry as he walks out of the hotel suite.

"Alright." He growls. He pulls you closer by your waist and brings his lips to hover right in front of yours. "Not my fault if you get replaced…"

You stick your tongue out and barely brush his lips with yours.

"Yeah, but he won't do the other things we do together." You whisper.

"Fucking hell." He whispers back, pushing his lips passionately against yours.

Your hands reach up to grab his hair and his tongue begins to part your lips.

"Oi, for fucks sake you two. It's time to go, Haz!" You hear Louis state from the doorway.

"Now I really don't want to go." He pouts again.

"I'll see you at the end of the week, Rockstar." You give him one last kiss before pulling away. "Have some fun."

"With Niall? Yeah that won't be a problem."

~~~~~

You arrive in your hometown in the afternoon, with Natalie and Levi. Your mom and Dave are meeting with some close friends from out of town, so you and your friends make plans to meet up at the local bar lounge.

After having Morgan, your brother's girlfriend, help to pick out a black v-neck halter top and black ripped jeans, you doll yourself up with some makeup and text Natalie that you'll meet her there soon.

"Okay, I'm gonna use my 'brother card' here and insist that me and Morgan come as DDs." Sam states.

"What? Why?"

"Because… this is weird to say… that outfit is just…"

"It's sexy!" States Morgan.

"Yeah, that's the problem." Sam replies.

You glance over to Morgan, then give Sam an intense glare. "Don't get all 'Mister Modesty' on me now."

"I'm joking, I just wanna get out of the house."

You roll your eyes and follow them both outside to his car.

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Everyone is gathered in Niall's hotel suite, getting ready for the eventful evening that's sure to occur.

"I don't know 'bout you, but I'm feeling twen'y-two baby! Woo!" Niall shouts, causing most of the group to groan and shake their heads.

"Damn, I miss Y/N. She'd laugh." Niall adds.

"Those are pity laughs, mate." Louis replies, patting Niall on the back.

"Well, eit'er way, she's more fun than you lot."

Harry smiles as he puts on his rings, and straightens his deep navy and maroon silk shirt, barely listening to Louis argue how much fun he is to party with. He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and smiles wider when he sees your text.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

"Y/N misses you too, Niall." Harry exclaims.

"Yeah, 'course she does! I'm 'er favorite!" He lets out a big laugh. "Let's go boys!"

~~~~~

You are excited for this night out, hoping it'll give you the stress-free fun that you need right now, with everything going on.

"I'm glad this place lets us in with a wristband, it's one of the only fun places to go around here." Morgan giggles.

"You two find us a booth, maybe order some food, and we'll grab our drinks."

You and Natalie get to the bar and order your drinks, while Levi excuses himself to the bathroom.

"Was he terrified to meet your parents?" You ask, as soon as he is out of earshot.

She gently grabs your arm and laughs. "I couldn't even hold his hand, he was so sweaty!"

"Ew."

"My mom loves him, of course, and my dad wasn't too harsh. You know him though, totally a teddy bear, he's just putting on a show." She giggles.

"I can't even imagine your dad being stern, that's hilarious!" You reply.

"How do you feel about Harry meeting your family?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I'm actually not too worried about it."

"Harry is like… don't tell him I said this… but he is perfect for meeting moms."

You grin, knowing she's right.

Levi walks back over and actually stands next to you instead of Natalie. You glance over to see a concerned expression on his face, and he leans in.

"Umm, this is awkward… but I just ran into… Ryan." He points over to the other side of the lounge, and your eyes scan the area.

You hear the familiar laugh and suddenly see him.

"You've got to be kidding me." You growl.

"What?" Natalie asks.

"Ryan's here." You state, pointing in his direction.

She frowns in confusion and then follows your gaze to see Ryan, standing across the bar, sloshing a beer around in his glass and laughing with a bunch of friends.

"What do you think he's doing here?" She asks.

You take a drink of your margarita, then indulge in another sip as you glance back over at him.

"I don't know." You gulp down the rest of the drink, already motioning to the bartender for another one. "But it's been four months. I'm sure we can keep it civil."

You shrug as the bartender hands you a fresh margarita. You down it half of it as you look back over in Ryan's direction.

"Y/N… do you want to leave?" She asks.

You take another sip and shake your head.

"No, I'm fine. We came here to have fun. So let's have fun!"

You finish your drink, and grab her hand as you lead her to the dancefloor, with Levi following timidly behind you.

"Is that Ryan?" Sam asks.

"Dude, don't." Natalie whispers.

You roll your eyes and grab Morgan's hand, twirling her around to the music.

After about three songs, you head back to the bar and order yet another margarita. You're a little winded from the dancing, and a bit buzzed from your drinks, so the sudden presence you feel next to you doesn't grab your full attention right away.

"Figured you'd be too good to come hang out at your lowly hometown bar…" the voice speaks, and you straighten up, instantly knowing it belongs to Ryan.

You turn to face him, doing your best to keep your calm and polite composure.

"Hey Ryan. How've you been?"

He scoffs. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Even in a crowded bar, you can sense the abundance of alcohol in his system. The smell on his breath and the slur of his speech is quite telling.

"I'm just trying to be nice."

"Whatever. Go back to your fucking famous boy toy." He replies, attempting to wave you off.

"He's not ev-... nevermind. Have a good one." You grab your drink, then turn away and roll your eyes.

[So much for being civil]

You sip on the new drink as you dance with the group. You watch as Sam fawns over Morgan, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. It warms your heart to see him so happy.

You turn around and reach into your pocket with your free hand to pull out your phone.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

You smile, putting your phone back in your pocket, and turn back around only to be met with two drinks down your shirt. Yours, and someone else's.

"What the-" You look up to see Ryan standing there, inches away from you.

"Oops!" He states.

"Ryan, what the fuck?" Natalie exclaims, scooting to stand next to you.

"Yo, dude, what was that for?" Levi asks.

"It was an accident…" Ryan rudely smirks.

"Just be chill." Levi replies.

"Nat's got you whipped, huh?" Ryan moves to wrap his arm around Levi's shoulder. "Gotta take her side all the time?"

"Ryan, chill." Levi scolds.

"Oh, speaking of being whipped… Y/N, looks like your famous fuck buddy is finding a new fling to fuck."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You snap.

He pulls out his phone and opens up Twitter, smirking as he pulls up a photo and turns his phone around. You see Niall and Harry at the club, with a girl sitting in between them. She has her head thrown back and one hand placed on each of their arms as she laughs. Niall is joining in a laugh, and Harry has a smile on his face, with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks at his phone.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and Natalie scoots next to you to take a look.

"Oh my god." She rolls her eyes. "That's Lou."

"Stop being such a dick, Ryan, and walk away." You state.

"I wouldn't be such a dick, if you weren't such a bitch!" Ryan shouts.

"Okay, no, don't talk to my sister like that!" Sam defends.

"Your sister is a slut, Sam!" He points at you, with his finger a few inches from your face.

"That's enough!" Sam shouts back.

Ryan's hands come up and shove Sam backwards into Morgan. Instantly, one of the staff members walks up and grabs Ryan by the arm, leading him away

"Fuck you guys!" Ryan shouts back to your group, before being forced out of the entrance.

"Oh. My. God." Natalie exclaims.

"I can't believe I was friends with that piece of shit." Levi wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"Me either." Natalie adds. "Are you alright, honey?"

You nod. "Yeah. Just want another drink… or two…"

"Y/N, maybe we should go…" Sam states.

"No! I'm not ending the night like that."

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry's glad he came to Vegas with Niall. He likes having a break from the chaos of their schedule and all the controversy that's being created around the band's hiatus announcement. And he is glad that you're having your own fun. He knows you deserve it, too.

He does miss you though.

Harry pulls his phone out of his back pocket as it vibrates, and sees your name on the screen. He subtly smiles and motions to Niall that he is taking the call from you.

He walks into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, and swipes to answer.

"Well, hello-"

"Harry!"

"How are you, love?"

"You're gonna get mad… pretty mad… hey, but you're pretty already!"

"Wha-..."

"That stupid asshole!"

"What happened?"

"Ryan was here… (Sam, stop, I'm fine)... He was such a dick!"

"What? What did he do?"

"I miss you… (For sucks fake! No wait, for fucks sake, Sam)... I just want to cuddle with you, H."

"Y/N, what did Ryan do?"

"It's stupid. He spilled his drink on me, and I don't know… other stuff. He pushed Sam… Sam, who isn't letting me walk home!"

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm drunk." He hears you giggle.

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"The margaritas were so goo-... Wait, what?"

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"No! I mean… yeah that was right, the right word. No!… enjoy Niall's birthday, I'm fine."

"Please go home with Sam."

"Harry…"

"Please. I love you, Sunshine."

"Okay. I love you too."

Harry hangs up, clenching his jaw as he stares at his phone. He walks back to the booth where the rest of the group are sitting.

"So, lover boy, did you need to send Y/N some goodnight kisses?" Louis jokes.

"That fucker Ryan was there." He grits his teeth as the words come out of his mouth.

Louis' eyes get wide. "Oh shit."

"She said he was being a dickhead to her and now she's completely wasted." Harry grabs his empty glass and his knuckles turn white.

"What're ya gonna do?" Niall asks.

"I'm sorry, mate. M'gonna pack and leave tomorrow. I've gotta be with her." Harry replies, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, 'course! Take a swing at 'im for me!" Niall throws a punch in the air.

"M'not gonna hit him."

[Although it would feel really good]

"Damn." Louis chuckles.

~~~~~

Sept 15th, 2015

You wake up in your childhood bed with a massive headache.

[Yeah, this time, not worth it]

You groan as you attempt to sit up, swinging your feet off the bed, and feeling someone on the floor.

"Good god…" Natalie growls.

"What happened last night?"

"Margaritas." She grabs her head and sits up. "Lots… of margaritas."

You squint as you finally open your eyes. You pick up your phone from the bed to check for any calls and texts you may have sent.

"I called Harry." You chuckle. "That had to be interesting."

"At least you didn't call an ex." She states.

"Oh god…" Your memory starts to come back. "Ryan."

"Oh shit, yeah… Ryan…" she scowls.

"Maybe that's why I called Harry." You pull in your upper lip as you press the call button. "Should probably check that out."

It only rings once before he answers.

"Hey Sunshine!" He exclaims.

"How are you always so chipper in the morning?"

"Coffee."

You groan and he chuckles.

"Crazy night, yeah?"

"You could say that… I called you, I guess?"

"Mhmm." He responds, and you can tell he is smirking.

"Oh god. I'm sorry." You bring your palm to your forehead.

"S'alright, love. It just let me know you'd need some breakfast burritos today."

"Right, so are you sending some from Vegas?" You giggle.

"Umm… yeah, something like that."

"No you didn't."

"I did. And they should be there any moment."

Suddenly you hear the doorbell ring.

"Rockstar and a psychic. We'll have to capitalize on that!"

You hear him quietly chuckle as you make your way to the front door.

"Enjoy your food, Sunshine."

"Thank you, H."

You swing the door open after hanging up, and almost drop your phone.

"Hey! What-... What are you doing here?"

"Delivering breakfast burritos." Harry grins, holding up a restaurant bag full of food.

"Wha-… umm… thank you!" You lean in for a quick kiss. "I don't understand though… you're here early…"

You move aside to let him in, biting your lower lip as you walk with him to the kitchen.

[So… Harry Styles is in your childhood home]

He takes a quick scan around as he puts the bag on the counter, giving you a chance to take in the sight of him. He's just wearing a polka dot button up and jeans, but he looks delicious.

"This is exactly what I thought this home would look like." He states, looking back at you with a smile.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm happy you're here."

"Me too." He gives you a lingering kiss. "I hated hearing you so upset."

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. "Oh god. Is that why you came early?"

"I don't want that wanker upsetting you ever again." He states, gritting his teeth as the words leave his lips.

"I don't plan on seeing him again." You shrug. "And what about Niall's party?"

"Niall understands. He told me… punch Ryan for him." He chuckles.

"Harry…" you clear your throat. "What about your meetings?"

"Easily rescheduled, love."

"Oh god." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You didn't need to do that."

"Are you upset that I'm here?" He asks, placing his hands on your hips.

"No!" You wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm just upset that I made you feel like you had to be, and that you changed your plans for me."

"What?" He pulls his head back to look you in the eyes. "I want to be. Everything else can wait."

You pull him in for a kiss, moving your hands up his neck slightly to entangle your fingers in his hair.

"You come first." He whispers.

"I…" you stutter.

"I love you."

"I love you." You state, pulling away so that your lips are just barely touching.

"And I'll love you too if some of that food is for me." You hear from the kitchen entrance.

"Hey Nat." He reaches in the bag and hands her the tin foil wrapped breakfast.

"I knew I liked you." She chuckles.

"You just said you'd love me!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's getting there." She chuckles, taking a bite of the burrito.

"Yeah, okay…" he rolls his eyes. He grabs another out of the bag and hands it to you.

"I'm actually gonna take a shower first." You grab his face and give him three pecks on his lips. "Are you gonna be okay here with each other?"

"Yeah, I'll be alright." He replies with a chuckle.

"Oh, I was talking to Nat." You stick your tongue out between your teeth and head to the bathroom.

You take a quick shower, rinsing off the vibes from the night before.

You head back to the kitchen where you hear lots of chatting and laughing.

"... she wore them everywhere… it got quite annoying, but at least I knew where she was!"

"Oh my god." You utter as you turn the corner. Your eye catches Harry first, then Natalie, and then your mom. She's holding out a photo album and has it displayed in front of Harry.

"Hello Twinkle-Toes!" He grins, causing you to hit your palm against your face.

"Mom! Why?" You exclaim.

"No, this is good!" Harry states. "Now I know to get you tap shoes for Christmas!"

You glare as you walk over to stand next to him, closing the album, and feeling his hand immediately wrap around your waist.

"Christmas?" Your mom quietly asks.

"Yeah! Maybe we can coordinate to get a matching tutu!" He chuckles, opening the album back up and pointing to another one of your childhood photos.

Your mom subtly looks over and smiles your way.

"Well then." She clears her throat. "I'm glad you're here Harry. It's so nice to finally meet you, but I have to run some errands."

"I'd love to help, if that's okay?" Harry states.

Your mom's eyes widen as she shoots them over to you quickly before looking back at him. "Oh! Yes! That would be a big help. Thank you, Harry."

"F'course! You're the bride after all. Shouldn't be running around town."

You look up at him and a flood of adoration flows through you.

[Yup, perfect man to meet your mom]

You look back at your mom, who you can tell is holding off some tears as she looks over to you.

She clears her throat again and grabs the photo album. "Well, I'll put this away for now and I'll… just… take a nice long bath."

As she walks out of the room, Harry looks down at you with a big smile.

"Think I made a good impression?" He asks nervously.

"Are you kidding?" You rest both hands on his shoulders and stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "She might keep you here!"

"Ooh, then I could see more photos running around in your undies." He exclaims, causing you to smack his arm.

"You see that already." You smirk.

You hear footsteps around the corner, and your brother suddenly appears.

"I was told there are burrit-... oh!"

He stops in his tracks as he sees the two of you.

"Hello. I'm Harry." He reaches his hand out to shake Sam's.

"Umm, hi. I'm Sam, Y/N's brother." He replies, his eyes between your face and Harry's.

"F'course, she talks 'bout you loads." Harry hands him a burrito from the bag. "Here ya go, mate."

Sam unwraps the food and takes a big bite, humming as he nods.

"Alright, man. You're approved." He states, his mouth still full, and giving Harry a thumbs up.

"Oh, 'ppreciate it." He chuckles, then looks down to you. "So, what can I help with?"

~~~~~

You run a few errands together, but mostly take Harry to different places around your town that have some significance for you. You take him to the local bakery where you fell in love with your mini tarts, and now sit on a bench in front of your favorite view.

"Okay, Edith is the best. I can't believe she's had the bakery for forty years." He takes a bite of his tart and lets out a pleased moan. "Never mind, I can fully believe it."

"She loved you! I was worried for a moment." You chuckle.

He swallows his bite. "I could go back there…"

"She has fake teeth, Harry." You reply.

"So this place…" he changes the subject as he looks out to the field of sunflowers in front of you.

"It's one of my favorite places in the world." You admit, looking down at the pastry in your hands.

"Why's that?" He asks, looking genuinely intrigued with that powerful stare when he gives someone his attention.

"They're beautiful." You clear your throat. "But, umm, they also represent a lot of good things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like… happiness. And… optimism, and peace. I… I came here all the time after my father left."

Harry scoots even closer to you, grabbing one of your hands with one of his.

"Just looking at them made me feel… safe." You add. "That's why they're my favorite flower."

Harry squeezes your hand and gives you a tender kiss on the temple.

"Sunshine…"

"Yeah?"

"What did Ryan do last night?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

"What? Why-"

"Last night, you said he did 'other stuff'. Please, I just wanna know."

"Umm…" you clear your throat. "From what I remember… he called me a bitch…"

You feel his hand clench tighter onto yours.

"He… umm… called me a slut, and…" Now you see his jaw clench and a knot starts to form. "Harry…"

"There's more?"

"He tried accusing you of cheating."

"What?" His chest starts rising and falling quickly, causing you to take deep breaths with him as your rub his hand with your thumb.

"He showed me a photo someone posted of you at the club." You see his eyes widen. "It was of you, Niall, and 'a girl' he thought you were flirting with."

"Y/N, I didnt-"

You squeeze his hand tighter now. "I know, H. Besides, it was Lou in the photo."

"Were you worried? Tell me honestly."

"Not even for a second." You smile, which causes him to grin. "H, I feel safe with you. And I trust you."

"I should've been ther-"

"Harry. Stop. Please don't do that. Not again." You take a deep breath to remove the small amount of anxiety that starts to creep its way in. "I'm fine, and I had people there to help. Natalie would've throw down if she had to."

You both chuckle.

"M'sorry, Sunshine. You're right. As long as you're alright, then m'alright too."

You look right into his eyes and can't stop the butterflies fluttering about. You're in your favorite place, with your favorite person, and everything just feels so right.

He rests the remaining piece of his tart on his lap and presses his hand on your cheek, gently placing his lips on yours. You match his movements and exhale heavily as his tongue slides inside your mouth.

He finally pulls away to catch his breath and rests his forehead against yours.

"I think this is now one of my favorite places in the world too."

~~~~~

Sept 18th, 2015

Things have been so sweet and simple with Harry around this week. You've had family hangouts every night, and Dave has become this biggest One Direction fan. You've watched movies as a family, and you've enjoyed laying on Harry's chest, both trying to steal handfuls of popcorn from each other's hands like you used to. Anything you do with him is wonderful, but being like this together has just grown your love for him.

The wedding tonight is going to be simple- in the backyard, chairs and tables for just a few close friends and family, with lights strung up- so there isn't much to do this morning.

You quietly wander out to the living room where Harry is asleep on the couch. You so desperately wanted to share your bed, but that twin mattress was just not allowing the two of you to do so.

You bite your lip, kneeling down next to him, as he lays on his back with one arm under his head. You gently place a kiss on his lips and notice a small smile start to appear.

"Mmm. G'morning Sunshine." He moans, sleepily.

"Everyone is asleep, wanna come to my room?"

With his eyes still closed, a small pouts appears on his face. "I don't fit on the bed, remember?"

"I wasn't suggesting we sleep…" you whisper, and his eyes immediately snap open.

You hold out your hand to get him off the couch, but he pulls you on top of him, causing you to giggle. He grabs the back of your head and passionately presses your lips together. He moans as you bite his lower lip and he bucks his hips up towards you.

"Come on." You whisper.

He lets you pull him up and lead him to your bedroom. He gently closes the door and makes his way over to sit on your bed.

You stand in between his legs as he runs his hands up and down your back, looking up and smirking.

You kneel down and tug on his shorts, causing him to lift up enough for you to slide them, and his briefs, down his legs.

He gasps as his cock springs up and you lick up his base.

"Fuck, Sunshine. M'so hard already."

You perk up and lean forward, kissing him lustfully as your hand grabs his base and you gently stroke him up and down.

"Oh my god." He breathes out. "I need to feel you babe, please."

You give him one last kiss and kneel back down, licking the tip of his cock. You open your mouth and slowly take him in.

"Mmm. I've missed you, like this."

You hum against him and he quietly moans out again. You take him deeper and he grabs your hair. You stroke your hand in rhythm with your mouth and use your other hand to cup his balls.

"Oh fuck." He grunts. "Fuck it feels good."

You remove the hand on his cock and take him all the way to the back of your throat. His legs shake from the sensation and he lets out a low moan.

"Shit, m'not gonna last… last much longer." He hisses as you take him deeper once again. You hum against him and cup his balls again.

"M'gonna… m'gonna cum… oh god Y/N… s-safe?"

"Mhmm." You agree, nodding slightly, and he grips your hair tighter.

"Fuck… m'gonna… oh, babe, fuck." He moans. You feel his muscles tense up and his cock start to throb as he releases all the way to the back of your throat. You massage your balls as he works through his orgasm, making sure you swallow everything he expells.

"Shit, m'sorry I didn't last longer." He states, placing his finger under your chin to look up at him, as he tries to catch his breath. "S'been too long since we've done things, and it felt so good."

You shake your head. "Don't need to be sorry, H. I just wanted you to feel good. Did you?"

His mouth drops open slightly and he frowns. "F'course I did, Sunshine. Now I want to return the favor…"

You suddenly hear the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on.

"Oh for fucks sake." He mutters, causing you to giggle.

"Rain check? Not that anyone cares, just… don't need my family hearing me scream your name." You wink, giving him a kiss on the lips as he nods and stands to bring his briefs and shorts up.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, don't say that shit. Can't go out there with m'dick standing at attention."

You both chuckle and you pull him in for another intense kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom.

You make it to the kitchen to look for some breakfast, not finding many choices. As you close the fridge, you turn around to see Harry standing behind you and smirking.

"What?" You giggle, feeling a little blush rush to your cheeks.

"It's just nice doing normal things with you." He smirks again, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. He slides one hand up from the back of your neck, into your hair, and presses his lips against yours.

He suddenly smacks your ass and you pull away, giggling. "Speaking of normal… there's basically nothing here for breakfast. I'm thinking we should go back to Edith's to grab some coffees and pastries for everyone?"

His eyes grow wider. "Yes! Maybe I can finally get her number!"

You let out a big laugh. "And then maybe I can get free baked goodies!"

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

The ceremony was short and sweet. He loved watching you standing up at the front, in your short and flowy pink dress, smiling as you listened to the vows. It sort of reminded him of his mum's wedding to Robin.

The reception isn't over-the-top either. They have kept it intimate, with a short list of guests, and a small buffet to indulge in. It all seems perfect for them.

Harry sits down next to you to eat, and places his hand on your thigh. He sees you look over at him and wink.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." He replies, feeling the flutter in his heart.

[He loves those words leaving your bright, beautiful lips. Those words that only he gets to hear, at least being spoken with that meaning]

He can't remember if he's always been so sappy, or if the wedding is bringing it out in him, but he knows he's never felt this way about anyone else.

Once the plates are cleared, the local DJ they've hired announces that it is time to dance. He feels your hand grab his as you try to pull him up.

He chuckles. "I feel like you should know me better than that…"

"Boo, you snooze." You poke your tongue out at him. "You at least owe me a slow dance!"

"Deal." He chuckles, as you walk away.

He watches you laugh with your mom, and embarass Sam when you dance with his girlfriend.

He loves seeing you happy, and free, and fully yourself.

[He can't believe he almost missed all of this]

He shakes the thought out of his head before it takes over him too much.

He pulls out his phone and rests his elbows on his knees, unlocking the screen and finding the camera. He presses the button to start recording, wanting you to have these memories forever, and so he can keep them too. Something he can go back to whenever he misses you. Just like the one he recorded the night of the rooftop party.

He notices Dave headed his way, and he stops the video, returning his phone to his pocket.

Dave takes a sit next to him and gives him a quick pat on the back.

"Having a good time, Harry?"

"Yes. Thank you for letting me be a part of it." He replies.

"Well, you're a big part of Y/N's life, and she's a big part of Maureen's, which means she's a big part of mine too."

Harry nods.

"You know, Harry, I had known a lot about Y/N before I finally met her, which was only about seven months ago…" he looks over at you and his new wife, displaying a big smile across his face. "But Maureen says she's never seen Y/N so happy. And I can see it too. So, thank you."

Dave smiles at Harry then rests his hand on Harry's shoulder. They both look over to you and your mom, twirling around on the dancefloor.

"I can't imagine my life without this little family of theirs." Dave states softly.

Harry looks down again, clearing his throat as he starts feeling a blush form on his face. "Yeah, me… me either."

[And he never wants to again]

"We're two very lucky men, Harry."

"Yes. Yes we are, Dave."

"Hey." Dave whispers. "I was going to pick a song to play for them, want to help me?"

Harry smirks. "I'm in."

~~~~~

As you twirl around the dancefloor with your mom, you glance over to where Harry and Dave were just sitting, but frown when you don't see either.

"This next song is a slow one folks, so grab someone you love and make your way to the dancefloor." The DJ announces.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and twist around to see Harry grinning as he offers his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?"

"I thought you don't like to dance." You reply.

"I owe you one, remember? I like dancing only if it's with you…"

"I think that was the cheesiest thing I've heard come out of your mouth!" You giggle.

"Wanna dance or not?" He asks, following up by sticking his tongue out at you.

You bite your lower lip and nod, resting one hand in his and the other on his shoulder, scooting in close to his body. His scent and his warmth are always so comforting, and he looks good in his white button up shirt with the blue leafy print. You are grateful you allowed yourself to feel things again, because this is the best you've ever felt.

[Cherished. Like how your mom feels with Dave]

As the first chords of the song play and lyrics come through the speakers, your eyes widen and they stare into his.

I've figured it out

I've figured out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe we had to take some time

"Oh my god, tell me you did not request to play this…" you chuckle.

"Actually, I didn't. Dave did. He's a big 1D fan, y'know."

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it til the end

Nothing can come between

You and I

You turn around to see your new step-dad swaying with your mom, as he sings the lyrics to her. He looks over and nods towards the both of you.

I figured it out

Saw the mistakes of up and down

Meet in the middle

There's always room for common ground

You look back to Harry and let out a happy exhale. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his cheek rest on the back of your head. He throws his hair up into a bun and proceeds to wrap his arms snuggly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go.

He quietly sings the second chorus to you, and tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes. You tighten you hold on him and sing along.

[This is one of the most rom-com moments you've ever had, but you don't want to be anywhere else]

We can make it if we try

You and I

You and I

Oh you and I

You lift your head and bring his head forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

~~~~~

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

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TB&TB Anon Asks 🐇

- are caught up now! I think?

1. You make me so happy! I'm not sure when TB&TB will come back right now. I was originally only planning a month, but I've had a really rough couple of weeks, so it might be longer. I'm expecting pretty bad news to come in the next few weeks, so I can't make any promises right now. I'll let you know once I decide!

2. God, I love The Fray, lol. I definitely immediately added that one as soon as I read this ask. I absolutely love that song, and you are very, very correct.

It's always have and never hold You've begun to feel like home yeah What's mine is yours to leave or take What's mine is yours to make your own

3. I love and appreciate you so much, friend! I adore you, as well. It's always hard when I feel like I need to remind people just how long I spend writing to get work out - but people like you make me feel so much better! Thank you for sending me your appreciation!!! It relieves so much stress every time!

4. Awwwe, thank you so much for thinking of me, friend! This message was so sweet, and I appreciate how hard it must've been for you to send. I know I always freak out thinking that I'm being weird or I'm gonna say something wrong (you did neither! You are wonderful).

Thank you for caring about what I have to say and wanting to share that happiness with me. I completely understand why people lurk, and I appreciate you even in your silence. That being said, if you talked with me, I would only ever enjoy that even more!

5. Ooh, I love disorganized hahaha. It's exactly how I think.

Tara is one of my favorite characters. I wish people wrote her more; she is absolutely lovely (and on the show longer than many other fan favorites outside of the core few).

I'm a firm believer in soulmates and love and I refuse to apologize for it! 😝

Also, thank you for quoting my work back at me (genuinely, it makes me so happy) and specifically the cheeky little "Tell me what I did." Bastard, lmao!

I love you!!! I hope you still have fun during the hiatus!

6. Ah, the farther I get from it, the more I love Chapter 18. It means a lot to me and it was very cathartic to write. It is hard to ask for things you know you need sometimes, huh? Especially when you feel so far gone.

Thank you for reading, for sending me such wonderful commentary, and for caring about me and my process at all! I am so thankful for each of you.

7. Never apologize for that! I love seeing mass notifications, lol. It makes me very happy. I always giggle about it.

8. Hahaha, I've been trying to force myself not to think of them so I can finally get some other stuff done, but it's been hard!

I also twitch my nose! I do mine a lot more like Matthew, though! It's such a cute visual, I definitely agree with you that she would do it.

9. I'm so glad to hear you think so! It's a pet peeve of mine (and has been since I was much younger) that popular myths about virginity are typically reflected in fanfiction. I want people to know that it doesn't always have to hurt (although you might be sore later), the hymen doesn't have to (and shouldn't) tear, and you should enjoy yourself!

As for protection, I don't like specifying because I know that people all use different types. I find it detracts from the story, and I hope that everyone who is reading my work (who should, I remind everyone, be over 18).

Nearly 90% of adult women not seeking to be pregnant are using some form of contraception. Bunny is, as well, I just couldn't find a moment to put in a scene for it. I do like to imagine her trying to hide when she's taking her pill or whatever, and he's just like "You know I know... right?"

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WIP Wednesday 4-8-2020

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Fast Forward Chapter 4 

Blurred Lines 

Bastien grabbed Nico, pulling him out into the hallway.

“Nico, I recommended you to be Queen Riley’s guard because I thought you could handle it.”

“I can handle it, I just saved the Queen’s life!”

“Stop playing dumb Nico.  You know what I mean.  The Queen is not a woman you can have.”

“I’m not sure I agree.”

“Have you slept with Queen Riley?”

“No.”

“Have you kissed her.”

“Almost.”

“So also no.”  Bastien laughed.  “You really don’t know her.  If you knew her as well, as I have come to know her, you would know Queen Riley makes her intentions clear.   If she truly wanted you, she would have already had you by now.  The number of times I had to turn a blind eye, as Liam and Riley would think they were sneaking off together, during Liam’s  social season was staggering.”

Nico opened his mouth to speak.

“Before you ask, why I turned a blind eye, I could tell, he really cared for her.  He’d never looked at anyone, the way he looked at her. She looked at him, with the same passion.  I knew, from the moment he went to pick her up from the airport, how nervous and excited he was.  He thought he was hiding her that week.  I’ve never seen someone so happy, and proud to have someone on his arm.  He brought her here for a week, and prayed that she would stay.  She left everything she knew, for him.  If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.  That’s who you’re trying to drive a wedge between Nico, and I won’t let you continue to do it."

“There’s something there, I felt it from her today.”

Bastien shook his head.  “Nico, I saw the way she clung to you.  It may have felt like she was having romantic emotions for you in that moment… but she wasn’t .  She was afraid, and you were saving her.  Because you’re her guard.  That’s your job.”  

" Look at her with him."

“It really doesn’t….”  

“I SAID LOOK, GOD DAMNIT!!!!”

He watched Queen Riley with King Liam. He had crawled in the bed with her and was holding her in his arms, in a tight embrace, while she cried on his shoulder. He wiped her tears and kissed her lips. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could read Queen Riley's lips.  "I was so scared Liam. I love you. I love you so much. Hold me… don't let go."

Bastien looked once again at Nico. "Does that look like a woman that’s about to leave her husband for you?”

The Life of Riley Chapter 9

Look Who’s Talking Now

**Note.  i’m going to try to start aging Riley a bit each chapter.  I want your honest opinion on this. If it feels too fast guys let me know.  She’s going to be 3 in this chapter. 

When Riley started something, she was full speed ahead.  She didn’t know the meaning of the word brakes. They didn’t expect talking to be any different.  From the beginning when Riley learned the sound of her voice, she would just babble, in her baby language all the time. Day or night.  Sometimes they would wake up in the middle of the night, and Riley would be giggling and babbling.  

Riley being three, wasn't tiresome for Ren and Jason.  Two wasn’t terrible.  None of it was terrible.  They were simply happy they had a three year old child.  Riley was so independent for her age.  Riley did everything earlier than planned and excelled at it.

Ren lay in bed watching tv with Jason.   They could hear Riley on the monitor laughing.  

“Man I wish there was a Jumperoo for 3 year olds.   But I don’t think it would even contain her.  She’s a workout running around the house.”

“And she’s so smart Jason.  She knows so many words for a 3 year old.”

“Yes she does. You’ve been talking to her like she’s your best girlfriend since we brought her home.”  

“I think it’s more than that, It’s so much more than that.  I see 3 year old children daily.  None have her vocabulary, and are able to string sentences together like she can. The only one that came remotely close was a child with an older sibling.”

“She’s our little Einstein, are you really surprised though? Riley has been ahead of every cognitive hallmark, since she was born.”  

The next day Ren was off work.  She was making Riley a snack in the kitchen. Riley was coloring when she left.  

As she walked out the kitchen with Riley’s sliced apples and grapes and peanut butter, she saw her standing in front of Lucky with her hand held out.  

“Sit Lucky,”  Riley said confidently and Lucky sat on her haunches on command.

Ren gasped.  Jason had tried to teach Lucky tricks for years with no luck.

Riley clapped her hands,  “Good Girl.” She patted Lucky’s head, and she licked her face, and Riley started laughing.  

"One more?"

Riley looked like she was listening.

Riley put out her hand again, pointing at Lucky. She moved her arm in a loop.

"Lucky! Rolloller!"

Lucky did nothing.

Riley looked again to her left.

"Rol…....oller…….. Roll…....ollver…..roll…..over."

"Lucky! Roll Over!" This time when Riley made the loop with her arm Lucky followed her, rolling over on the floor.

"We did it! We did it Jaiden!"

Ren gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth, dropping the glass she was carrying, it making a huge crash, as it hit the hardwood floor.

Scar Tissue Chapter 10

Aftershocks (Still a while from being released.) 

I told you guys this one wouldn’t far from my mind.  I decided to write a little on it to get some ideas going for when I’m really ready to pull it from hiatus again. This is what I came up with so far.  Yes, I am somewhat of an asshole for this pic posted below.  I’m sorry my Drake Stans that like this AU, for disrespecting your man like this.  But this Drake is not your Marshmallow Man... is he?

Liam was numb. Bastien spoke to Liam; he did not answer. His eyes were still  fixed on Drake's dead body on the floor.  Bastien looked at Riley. Riley placed herself in front of Liam. She softly touched his face. Finally the man with the blue eyes she loved dearly looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers.

"Give me the gun," she whispered.  His grip tightened on it. "Liam it's over. Baby, give me the gun."  The grip in his left hand softened, allowing Riley to take the gun from him. She handed it over to Bastien.

"Nico. Take them through the passages back to their quarters, no one can see the King this way."

Nico nodded. "Follow me, Your Majesties." Riley took Liam's hand and gently pulled him, and he started to follow.

They followed Nico through the passageway,  and at the last turn Nico halted them. " I'll go first to make sure there is no one in the hallways."

Once Nico had given the all clear they headed out.

"I'll be back to collect the King's clothes, yours as well." She looked down at her dress seeing blood on herself.

Riley nodded looking at Liam. He said nothing. She walked Liam into the bathroom turning on their shower.  After a few moments she checked the water to see how hot it was.  

She slowly and carefully undressed Liam.  She had undressed Liam so many times before, but this time was different.  It wasn’t sexual, but this was the most intimate moment, she had ever shared with Liam.  He was so completely vulnerable as he stood before her, still covered in Drake’s blood.

" Baby I’m here,” she said softly as she stroked his cheek.

[violetganache42]

VioletGanache42's Orlando Vacation - Part 1: Monday, January 13th

Kicking off this mini vacation documentary is the first official day in Florida. As you may recall, I went on a hiatus at around 7 PM because my mom, my younger brother, and I all had a 9:30 PM flight to catch. Upon arriving in Orlando, it was after midnight, so the very first thing we did after getting our luggage was heading to our hotel at Walt Disney World.

When it comes to traveling, we always stay at hotels, but this time was different. The place we stayed at during the first half of our vacation was Disney's All-Star Resort; we never went to a resort before, so this was a nice change of pace. From what we saw, there are three All-Stars Resorts: sports, movies, and music. Out of the three, this is one of the two hotels Mom booked.

Pretty cool, huh?

Unlike most hotels, each All-Star Resort has a building with a hotel desk for checking in/out and a gift shop along with multiple buildings filled with hotel rooms. For example, in All-Star Music, the hotel buildings are divided up based on different genres of music; the resort also had other amenities like the guitar-shaped pool and the Intermission Food Court, but we never got the chance to check them out because of the plans we had. I still wish we went to the pool earlier in the week because Mom and I were surprised that it had a fountain of the Three Caballeros. Oh, well. At least we had fun at the pool in the other hotel, which I'll elaborate in a future post.

After some much needed sleep, all of Monday was mostly spent exploring the shopping areas outside of the parks, including the Orlando Vineland Premium Outlets and the Mall at Millennia. It was mostly just browsing through what stores piqued our interests with the occasional spending. Nothing too major. Near the outlets was a separate Cheesecake Factory, which threw me for a loop a little because all the Cheesecake Factories I've seen were always integrated into malls; nevertheless, we still had a great lunch. (Let me tell you, they really know how to make scrambled eggs because they were delicious.) There was also a Krispy Kreme not too far from the mall and Mom just had to buy some donuts for us to snack on. lol

As fun as it was spending time in those shopping areas, the highlight of the day had to go to Disney Springs at Lake Buena Vista. And let me say this: there is so much to do there. When you're surrounded by dozens of stores, restaurants, and even entertainment, there is never a dull moment. I was left feeling so energized by everything taking place!

The first thing Mom, my younger brother, and I did upon entering the complex? Checking out World of Disney, the largest Disney store ever. All the other Disney stores we've been to literally pale in comparison to what they have in there.

When you go inside, you can see right away that there are so many sections based on specific Disney properties. Selected Pixar movies, Marvel, Star Wars (including The Mandalorian), you name it. A few walls we've seen were also adorned with a handful of animation cels from past Disney movies. Speaking of which, the counters where the registers are located have sketched drawings of various characters from those movies and there were a specific few that I had to get a photo of.

(I apologize in regards to my shadow and the lighting from the store blocking part of the drawing, but come on! It's the Three Caballeros!)

Next stop in Disney Springs was heading to dinner and where did we go? The Boathouse Boatique since we had reservations made and HOLY SHIT! It quickly became my all-time favorite seafood restaurant, with Legal Sea Food coming in at a close second! I don't know where to begin! The way they cooked the rolls were so scrumptious, ranging from the fluffy texture to the melted butter drizzled at the top. Easily some of the best restaurant rolls I ever had. And how could I forget to mention the way they cooked our meals? I ordered the fried clams and it immediately made me discover a new place to get fried clams, the other place being the Big Y near our home. The cherry on top to our dinner had to go to the fireworks going off at Magic Kingdom, which signaled the park closing for the day; because we were sitting outside of the restaurant for our meals, we got a nice view of the fireworks display. Because of how amazing our dinner was, there are times throughout the vacation where we commented about going back there again. And that is no joke; I definitely wouldn't mind having lunch or dinner again at the Boathouse Boatique some time.

The rest of the night was spent walking around Disney Springs to see what it had to offer… and I wasn't kidding about what I said on how there's always something to do. At night, some people would dance to live music that are playing. On top of that, some of the shops we poked in include a LEGO store, a Coca-Cola store, a recently opened Ron Jon's Surf Shop, Disney's Days of Christmas, an UGG store, Uniqlo, Vera Bradley, and Star Wars Galactic Outpost. There was also a fashion store called DisneyStyle and we all went in there because of what we saw in the window: this adorable Scrooge McDuck bag!

Now, I will say this: throughout our time in Walt Disney World, every store we went to did not have any DuckTales (2017) merch, but some of them did have merch from the original 1987 cartoon and that honestly was still enough to make me super happy. No joke; seeing them made me feel like I was going to have a joy overload. I definitely thank the reboot for giving me an interest in the Duckverse as a whole.

On that note, in front of the same window where we saw the bag was definitely a collection of DT87 merch; some of the merch I spotted were an assortment of T-shirts (the ones I definitely remember included one with Launchpad, another with Scrooge, and another with Huey, Dewey, and Louie), a tanktop having the same pattern as Scrooge's swimsuit, and a wallet or wristlet with the triplets on it. Out of all the merch I saw, I decided to buy this T-shirt below.

Can you imagine how overjoyed I was at the fact that I bought my first piece of DuckTales merch? Well, it certainly wouldn't be the last, which is something I'll tell you more about later on. In the meantime, I will mention that I was thinking about wearing this shirt during our time in Magic Kingdom, something Mom agreed with me on. (Seeing the T-shirt on the hanger also had us singing part of the theme song, so that was loads of fun. 😁)

Speaking of Magic Kingdom, I think this is where I'll end the first part on. I mean, I pretty much covered last Monday's events thoroughly and I was eager to share some of the best memories made on that day. Of course, like I just mentioned, this is only a chunk of those memories and there will plenty more where that came from. Stay tuned for the next part! (I'm planning to post each part daily, but who honestly knows?)

[jojo-at-his-computer]

Ooh I love this one so much.

Rohan X Fem!Reader:

You have only moved to Morioh a few days ago, but you already loved this peaceful, if strange town. You were on your own for the first time, and moved here because while Morioh was a small town, it had a lot of weird, interesting landmarks that you wanted to check out. Even the colors of the town seemed different as the sky was always a bright orange as if the town was in eternal sunset.

After 2 or 3 days of unpacking and arranging your house to your liking, today you decided you wanted to visit the shopping districts, maybe get some lunch somewhere. It was a beautiful, sunny, early summer day as you walked through the city. It was warm, but a slight wind stirring every once in awhile. You found a comic store and while buying this week's Shonen Jump, had discovered the newest volume of Pink Dark Boy had released. It was your favorite manga, and you had to add that book to your collection.

"We have a special promotion today," said the cashier as he rung up your purchases, "Buy a manga, and you get a free t-shirt."

"Oh my God, that's so cool!" you beemed. You found a Pink Dark Boy shirt in your size and brought it up to the register and paid for your stuff. After you paid, you immediately threw your new shirt on over your dress, excited to wear it out.

"Thank you! Come again!" said the cashier as you left with your items. You walked around looking at the shops. There was a bakery called St. Gentleman's, which looked like a great place to stop for lunch. You spot a beauty salon called Cinderella, and another shop -

"LOOK OUT!"

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt yourself being pushed away by another person. Hearing the tires screech and a driver mutter a string of swears, you realized what happened, you had absentmindedly walked in the middle of the road, and a man had pushed you out of harm's way just in the nick of time. You catch your breath as you looked at your rescuer. He was a man in his early 20's about your age with his hair in odd sweeps and held up by a wavy purple headband. His hair was dyed green and matched his deep emerald colored eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" he yelled as he helped you up. "What kinda crazy person would cross the street without looking to see if a car was coming!? You could have gotten killed!"

"I'm so sorry." you stuttered, still in shock with what just happened. "I guess I got distracted. I dunno what I was thinking. Thank you for saving me though." The young man's face softened a bit.

"Well, you're welcome." he answered. "But you should always look before you cross because you might not be lucky next time. Whatever, at least you're not hurt. Are you alright?" He still held onto you. This man was really handsome and you almost wished you could just stay in his arms forever. There was something familiar about him that you couldn't put your finger on.

"I think so," you answered, then noticed you didn't have your purse or your bag from the comic shop. "Oh no, where's my stuff?" The green haired man helped you to your feet, you wobbled a bit still somewhat disoriented.

"Is this it right here?" he asked pointing to your bags which had flung a few feet away. You nodded yes as he went to retrieve it, a few contents had spilled out, keys, wallet, lipstick from your purse, and both the Shonen Jump and manga from the comic store, which the young man picked up an put back in the bags. He noticed the manga and the shirt you were wearing as he handed back your stuff.

"So you're a fan of Pink Dark Boy?" You nodded excitedly.

"Mhm-hm! I read it a the time, I just love it so much. Just got the newest copy today, and this shirt came with it. I'm new in Morioh, so I never been to that comic store before, I'm definitely going again." The man was staring intently at you with a soft smile on his lips, making you blush a little. "So I take it you like PDB too?"

"I guess you could say that." he answered with a chuckle. "May I see your copy for a minute?"

"Sure I guess" you answered, passing the book to him. He took out a pen from his pocket and began writing something on the cover.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" you shout, wondering why the hell he would write in a stranger's book for. He finishes writing and passes the book to you.

"Well, I figured you'd want to have an autographed copy." he answered with a wink. You look inside the cover where he had written. It read "Let's run into each other again sometime. Rohan Kishibe".

Wait, what!?

THE Rohan Kishibe, the author of Pink Dark Boy, he's the handsome stranger who saved you!

"It-it's you!" you stuttered, almost ready to scream. Rohan quickly covered your mouth before you could.

"Don't say that here, or I'll get mobbed by rabid fans!" he said in a loud whisper. You nodded as he removed your hand.

"You're a really good writer and you do all these awesome illustrations!" you said in a loud whisper. "But what happened, why are you on hiatus?" Rohan paused a moment before answering. A lot of things have happened to him recently, including his house catching on fire, and the fact that he and a bunch of teenagers were trying to track down a murderer in town. But for obvious reasons, he wasn't going to talk about that.

"Um, let's just say it's a long story," he answered, "but Pink Dark Boy will resume, eventually. Anyways, I realized I haven't caught your name."

"It's (name)" you say, getting lost in Rohan's beautiful green eyes.

"That's a pretty name." answered Rohan. "I gotta say (name), you might just be the most beautiful fan I've ever met." he said, inciting a blush from you.

"Oh my!" you gasped. "So is it true, you really want to see me again soon?"

"Of course I do!" he answered, "Why else would I have written my phone number?" You looked confused, until he motioned towards your PDB manga. Sure enough, under his signature was his phone number.

"I really hope you call." says Rohan embracing you, your heart skipping a beat. "Maybe we can plan for dinner at a nice restaurant on Friday."

"That sounds wonderful." you exclaimed. "I can treat you, you know, for saving my life and all." Rohan shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, that's on me." he reassured. Before he turned to leave, he steals a quick kiss from your cheek, making you a giggling blushing mess.

"Wait so Friday?" you asked quickly before he turns a corner.

"Friday." Rohan answers with a smile. You give a lovesick sigh as you continue with your shopping. You feel as if you're walking on air as you make your way down the streets, careful to avoid cars this time around. Now to find a nice department store to get a pretty dress for your date on Friday.