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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/finexbright/718218068573241344/absolute-penis-harry-styles-love-on-tour

How H can’t say the word ‘dick’ so he says peen peen/penis…whereas y/n says the word dick all the time…she would definitely tease him about this every time and laugh out loud whenever he says the P word!!!!😂😂😂😂

Potty Mouth

A/N: this just turned into a "yn cursing/being herself on stage for 5 minutes straight" video compilation

GENRE: 1d!yn, married!ynrry

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"Hiya, love. What's yeh name? Katrina? Katrina, your sign says my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend." YN presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek and she squints her eyes in contemplation as the stadium full of fans let out a "oof!"

"Are yeh still with him? Yes. Ok. Huh? You don't know what to do. And you want my advice. Okay, Katrina here it is," She leans forward, resting a hand on her knee to help get her point across. "Fookin' dump his ass. And that so-called best friend of yours."

...

"Dublin! How are you lads feeling tonight--oh shit!" YN's arms flail out beside her as she almost trips over a stuffed bear that was thrown out on the catwalk. She continues her walk with a laugh, looking over her shoulder at the item in question.

"Damn, I almost ate shit for a second. Anyways..."

...

When YN sings Only Angel, she passes by a fan who holds up a sign that reads YN, let me have your man!

She gives the fan a playful curl of her lip and flips them off before she walks off laughing with a shake of her head.

...

"And I just want to say how incredibly grateful I am for everyone here tonight-"

YN's eyebrows shoot up when the crowd begins to scream out of nowhere. She takes out one of her in-ears to try to hear if she missed something. It isn't until she looks behind herself to the massive screens on stage when it finally clicks. A woman in the midst of the sea of fans shamelessly holds a sign above her head that reads MOMMY!

YN looks back to the audience again, putting a hand above her eyes to try to spot the source. Once she makes contact with the fan, she casually says, "I'm right here, baby. Did y'need something?"

...

"Yeah, I would love to do a shot with you."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the stadium full of fans erupts in excited screams. YN crouches down at the edge of the stage and gets passed the plastic cup the fan brought.

"Huh? 'What do you mean how do we do this?'" She chuckles at the bashful girl at the barricade. "You just shoot it back, love. Is this your first time?"

The entire stadium lets out a collective 'awww' when the massive screens on stage display how the girl nods with a mix of excitement and nervousness written all over her face.

"Wha's yeh name, beautiful? Lilly? Lyla? Lyla, okay. Shot virgin, huh? Don't worry Lyla, I'm a gentle lover." YN throws her a wink and she doesn't think the fan's face can get any redder. She raises her cup, the fan following suit, "Salud!"

...

"Well, that's fookin' huge," YN says, blinking in disbelief when a fan in the crowd shows her the big 1D logo tattooed on his arm. But she's quickly leaning back with a smile tugging on her lips when the fans begin to scream out from the double meaning of her words.

"Alright, gets your mind out of the gutters. Yeh nasties!"

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to our very special guest for tonight. He's an indie artist, probably never heard of him before, very underground artist. Please give it up for my husband, Mister Harry Edward Styles!"

The stadium goes absolutely crazy, screaming at the top of their lungs before she could even finish the small introduction. Harry walks out onto the stage with a wave of his hand as he holds his microphone with the other. He gives his wife her favorite dimpled smile of his before he pulls her in for a hug.

He blows the audience a kiss before putting a hand over his heart as he mouths the words 'thank you so much' as they continue to go crazy. He even lets out a bashful laugh as they continue to scream their heads off.

"Okay. Alright, alright," YN playfully scolds. "Calm yeh fookin' tits."

...

While YN has a finger to her lips the other tries to get the crowd to settle down and be as silent as possible. Somewhere in the massive sea of fans, a girl screams out I fucking love you, YN!

"I love you, too but shut up."

...

"I just have one question, Norway." The audience can't see what the little item she picked up from the floor is, but they erupt when the concert cameras show her holding up a condom packet in the air. "Who the fook threw this? I'm a married woman, leave me alone!"

"Whot? It's for me to give to Harry?" She turns the packet around in her hand to read the back. "No, it's too small for him anyways," She says before tossing it back to the crowd.

Before she can get out another word, YN can't hold back her laughter when the fans scream out at her comment. She puts her hands on her knees as her eyes squeeze close with a scrunch of her nose. Eventually, it becomes too much for her as she drops to her knees and lies down on the stage floor holding her stomach.

...

"San Jose, I have a confession that I need to share with all of you. Literally since the show started, I've been needing to take a massive fookin' piss."

...

As soon as she finished singing her song and the lights went back to normal, YN quickly makes her way down to the side of the stage to read a fan's sign that caught her attention earlier.

"Hello! Hi. So you have a fun sign. It says Your husband called my boyfriend an 'absolute penis' the other night."

The two girls in question get displayed on the massive screens behind YN. They hold up their phones by their heads as they record the interaction.

"Well, let me just clarify a couple of things before yeh start to spread these false accusations," YN laughs, putting a hand up as she begins her little rant. She holds up her index finger, "First of all, I was at that show and my husband didn't directly call yeh boyfriend a 'penis,' okay? So calm yehself. Second of all, the only reason he even alluded to calling your man a 'penis' and didn't call him...the other word, was because our mums were there."

"Everyone, please make some noise for me mum, my mother-in-law, and Harry who they're all here tonight!" She happily points to the section at the corner of the massive pit full of fans reserved for family and friends. In the center of a team of security guards, her family can be seen happily waving back.

Anne blows kisses to her daughter-in-law, alternating her hands with each one. Penny jumps up and down, both of her arms straight up in the air as she waves her hands excitedly. And her husband sticks his fingers in the corners of his mouth as he blows out a whistle loud enough to be heard from her spot on the massive stage.

"Which brings me to me third and final point: this is my show yeh? So then I just have one simple question to ask you, lovely lady. Is yeh boyfriend being an absolute dick?" A sly smirk makes its way onto YN's lips when the crowd goes wild.

"No? Good. Well, if he ever is, let me know and I'll kick his ass meself."

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marvelsfavoriteuncle · 4 months ago

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We never go out of style ✨ / Marvel Fanfic

Aka JJ & Peggy have a little chat over the phone in a hospital room

Timeline: From Age Of Ultron to Civil War

Warning: Old Lady Peggy Carter coming to swoon a few hearts ♥️ She is in her 60s-early 70s

@gcthvile - Elizabeth Stark mentioned ✨

Characters mentioned: Howard, Tony, Jarvis and etc

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The hospital has not been a favorable place to be in. Even a nursing home wasn’t sure of the difference between both anymore. But either way they both brought back daring memories and darling one.

Like when Tony was born

Or Hank’s only kid was brought into the world

And for better or worse, seeing Miss Margaret Carter in and out of hospital for different occasions. Some were good like the birth of her children and others were odder cases like an injury or two.

Today, it was a hospital but other people like to called a nursing home.

The nursing home has been brighter more days than not, having new paint jobs done and welcoming decorations put up during special events. Especially a simple well designed holiday.

Plus it helped that the people working there were kind young folk like himself, aside from the adults in their 30s and 40s.

He made his way holding up a beauty of a bouquet filled with daisies and a small little teddy bear holding a heart. He knew it was cheesy but anything to put a smile on the lady he was going to see.

His lady.

The founder of the very organization he sweetly applied to help protect.

The women who drive him nuts and who he loves to annoy just to see her crack a smile.

Mrs. Margaret Carter. Peggy. His Peg.

He knocked on the door, opening it with a soft smile saying, “Where’s my favorite lady? I sorta owe her a date night.”

“Aww my knight in shining armor.” She chuckled in her bed, her curls loosen and smile lines more promptly found, “Your a sap darling.”

“I know but you love me for it.”

“Sadly I do.”

“Sadly?!”

That caused Peggy to laugh at his reaction, patting the bed to sit down next to her. And he happily followed suit, lazily wrap an arm around her, smiling.

“How you doing, doll?” He asked with a soft grin, “Hit anyone lately?”

She playfully slapped his chest and grins, “No. I’m an angel here, they treat me right. I got chicken and white rice today. Yesterday it was Ham.”

“Oh lucky girl you can treated like royalty. Can I stay with you? Technically I should be here with you.”

“No, you wouldn’t like it. You will get bored and impatient here, my darling. You’re time will come, I promised.”

“Nah babe, I kinda stopped looking to see what happened and how I can fix everything.”

“You know, our very own godson suggested you drive off a bridge and see what happened for science purposes once.”

“He’s trying to kill his old man with that scientific idea.”

The two of them laughed out loud at that. He handed her a glass of water, just in case she ended up with a coughing fit but he was lucky, she didn’t.

“How are your kids?” Jason asked with a smile.

“Oh Thomas is good, working on his degree and Lilly is working at the children’s hospital downtown today with her sister.” Peggy explained, “They called and talked for hours.”

“Aww.”

“I wish Tony called or visited me. I’ll pull him by the damn ear one of theses days, i don’t care if he’s grown!”

“Go ahead I ain’t stopping you! You’re his godmother.”

“…I miss this. I miss you, why do you come and see my more often? Like twice a month.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry, I will make it a habit to do so, I promise.”

“Good, because if it was the other way around..” She started but didn’t have to finish her sentence cause he knew.

“I know you would and I love you for it.”

“You Muppet…You know I was always fond of your sister.”

Over the years the older she got, Peggy developed this small habit to ending up randomly blurting out a comment which lead to a different perspective on things or a completely new conversation in general.

He never minded it. He loved it actually, since it showed her mind was still fired up with things to say and she would say her mind no matter what. Especially if it was a witty one hand comment or clever wording on a subject.

It was a good thing as well considering her Alzheimer’s made her forget things, faces and relive memories in her head. So seeing her ramble on a topic, made him smile, because it showed that she’s doing fine.

And due to him spending so much time around her and their friend group, he developed the odd but silly little habit too.

“Oh how so?” He questioned with a smile, surprised that she remembered Dottie that well but then again, she was a chancing point for the brunette.

“She had a special spunkiest to her that I adored.” She exclaimed, with a grin as if she’s looking into a memory, “Gorgeous, honestly a brilliant blonde and she was crazy about me.”

“Ohh really now?”

“Oh please as if you didn’t know. Dottie kept me on my toes and I would say there was a certain amount of chemistry there. She kissed me and it was unexpected but..I sorta liked it.”

He mocked gasped, “Margaret Carter! You shady lady. How long have you had theses thoughts about my sister?”

Peggy smirked, “She only ever asked to be interrogated by me and it made me feel impressed that she respected me.”

“You hated her!”

“But it was rather refreshing chance of cat and mouse between us!”

“She was obsessed with you.”

“And with good reason.”

“Margaret!”

“Hey! You like my friends. Angie was your favorite.”

“She’s was a peach, stubborn, playful and a little snappy. I liked it. But it’s my sister we’re taking about!”

“Oh hush! Let me have my fun memories.”

“Yes ma’am. Go ahead and keep those memories.”

~~~

That’s when Peggy went into another memory that was sweet but stung a little for Jason.

Elizabeth Stark.

Howard’s sister and a love in his life.

Yes, he loved Angie and then Violet for plenty of years. But with her, it was different. Cozy even.

The one that got away from him, that he never got a chance to see if those feeling could actually take full force due to respect he had for brother.

Yes, him and Elizabeth over the years have sneaked off to test out a few short lived dates but it didn’t last long. Even a couple of shared kisses underneath the mistletoe during Christmas were made.

But he always assumed she liked other people in the end and he respected her too much to string her along. So he let her do her own thing and he went along to do his own.

Even though he lived together, raised their nephew under the same roof and saved one another life a plenty of times. They never actually got together, where marriage could’ve been involved one day.

But he did have a promise ring in which he gave her the day before they lost her. She died with that diamond wrapped around her finger and he was left with the tiny box.

And here was Peggy talking about her, as if she was still alive in front of them. It made him smile brightly that her spirt lived on forever.

“You love her?” She asked, resting her head on a pillow watching him pace the room for another glass of water.

He handed her a glass and nodded, “Of course i do. We both love her.”

“It hurts she went down that day…”

“I know Peg, but she still lives on in spirt.”

“..would you have married her?”

“I..”

“Grey.”

She used the nicknamed on him. His middle name is Grey, which is one of many nicknames people refer to him as such but Peggy used it catch his attention at times and she prefer it a lot more.

“Grey.” She repeated with a soft smile, sipping her water.

“I think so.” He replied with a smile.

“Good. I want to be there as the maid of honor when it happens.”

“Maid of honor?”

“Well, I most definitely won’t be standing on your side of the alter, now would I?”

“You sounded so British right now, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment my darling.”

He grinned and shook his head, “You’re like the sister I never had.”

“You do have a sister.” She added with a grin.

“Did I stutter, Ms. Carter?”

“Oh. Well aren’t you cheeky today? I like it!”

“But I’m serious, you’re like a big sister to me.”

She smiled as she blushed, “Aw darling stop. No please go on, I didn’t think you thought of me that way. I assumed you did but never actually thought it would be confirmed.”

“Oh of course I have. Dottie never treated me like she should have, nor loved me a way a big sister should, leaving me in the dust to pick up the pieces but you didn’t.” He added with a smile.

“You know, after Micheal I never thought I would have anyone else.”

“Hmm.”

“But then you and Howard came along, I felt almost whole. You’re like the little brother, my mother never gave me because she thought two nutty children were enough!”

“Oh really?”

He couldn’t contain his laughter at her sudden choice of words at the end as she smiled laughing around, feeling sportful. She toss a pillow across his face to shut him up as she laughed smirking at the sight of spilled water all over his shirt.

~~~

Yup they were like siblings, despite never actually saying the word out loud before until now. They didn’t have to say they acted like brother and sister, they just did. Every fight, every save, every argument they had and even the small moments between the built a united bond between the pair. Each hug, hand hold and even looks they shared meant more than words combined.

They lost many people over the years, either by death or losing touch due to some kind of issue. They have faced a lot together, she couldn’t imagine a world without Jason in it. After the war, Peggy felt lost and undersign by others, reduced to a lousy sectary or told she wasn’t much less than Captain America’s little lady.

A part of her almost believed it for some time until Howard, Elizabeth and Jason stepped in. 3 of the only people who believed in her at the time.

Yes she knew the three of them for a while but it was Jason who was working at the SSR alongside her with Mr. Jarvis, who fought to keep her on payroll. Encouraging her to keep going, fighting in restaurants together, saving each other’s skin and just having another person to talk to. She didn’t know she needed that at the time. Hell, when Jarvis wasn’t around, he cleaned up her wounds.

But Peggy wouldn’t lie about the times she wanted to punch the blonde for doing something stupid or saying something he shouldn’t have admitted in the first place. She even slapped him a couple of times over the years with a glare.

He would tease her about something like a crush saying she blushed and she would raise an eyebrow yelling, ‘I beg your pardon! I did not do such a thing.’ Or when they would mock each other’s accents in annoyance of the other person.

She didn’t even realized she had a goofy little grin on her face until Jason pointed it out. She rolled her eyes and smiled replying, “I was thinking about all the times you mocked me.”

“I never mocked you. Okay, maybe? Or twice..” He admitted chuckling knowing the truth to that query.

“You would mock me behind my back and I’ll always walk in and catch you.”

“It’s because you always had to make a point or worse run into danger.”

He mocked her English accent stupidly as she gasped, “Good lord man! I don’t sound like that.”

“Oh really? ‘Mr. Jarvis was with me. We’re completely fine!’, ‘I was merely getting the job done.’ Oh and my all time favorite, ‘I made a horrible decision. When’s lunch?’.”

“I hate you. I don’t sound like that and I never treated Jarvis like that!”

“You once came home and Jarvis was hit in the back with a dart, that knocked him out cold.”

“He was fine!”

“He was hilariously asleep and thought he was hallucinating ponies for the rest of the afternoon.”

“To be fair, for being my right hand he wasn’t the best for escaping targets..”

“He said and I quote, ‘Oh mummy it's the biggest horsey ever!’”

That got a real laugh out of Peggy as she remembered it so clearly, Jarvis was laying down on the couch with his eyes closed after saying, ‘Jarvelous!’ Then he fell right on the thick ground outside of the house, afterward they brought him inside to see if he was aright. Which he wasn’t.

Jason and Daniel questioned the situation saying she should’ve called for backup as she told them, ‘I did have back up. Mr. Jarvis was with me!’

Cue in, Jarvis lazily laying down on the couch pointing his finger muttering ever so clearly, ‘Oh mummy, it’s the biggest horsey ever!’

Jason couldn’t help but snorted as he got flashbacks of the memories in his head. Him and Peggy also remember the time Jarvis knocked over a two time Oscar nominee, Whitney Frost, with one of Howard’s precious car.

Elizabeth was just in shock as Howard looked out the window and yelled, ‘Jarvis, you just hit a woman with my car!’

‘I know, sir’ Edwin Jarvis said with a simple tone.

‘She’s a two-time Oscar nominee.’

‘Miss Frost is quite resilient. She’s fine. Trust me.’

He laughed remembering the look that Elizabeth and Peggy shared conveying shock but with a mix of pride towards the accident. They were all almost sued for it though but then again the women caused them so many issues and she basically killed her husband. With was also deemed as Jarvis’ revenge on the same women who came to their home and shoot his wife—Ana Jarvis lived of course, with a few minor yet sad complications to her surgery—but still!

Everything was fine after that, she was put always for good for her insane behavior and things slowly went back to normal for a while.

Jason and Peggy spent the rest of the day together in her hospital room chatting, drinking gentle coffees and snacking on the fruits that were served to her room. On occasion, a call from friends or relatives would appear to be made, but it wasn’t immediately apparent what was being said over the phone.

The two of them even stayed in peaceful silence as they watched whatever was available on the tv screen.

All in all, it was nice.

They may be old enough and oddly fit for this position in the universe but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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thundercloud12 · 1 year ago

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The Second Potter

a/n: This is my first story, please bear with me. This is a multiple part story focusing on the cousin of Harry and the love story between her and Draco. This is placed in the seventh year before the war and has modern technology. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK OR IDEA!!

Warnings: cursing, violence, mention of death, pregnancy, weed

Part one.

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“Welcome students back to Hogwarts. This year is going to be a little different. We have a new student transferring from another school of Wizardry and Witchcraft from America. Please be kind and treat her with respect and welcome her to her new school.” Said Dumbledore standing in front of the whole school.

To everyone, a new student this late on the year is abnormal. Never done before. Whispers spread through the great hall. “Who is she?” “I wonder if she’s hot” “I wonder where she will be sorted” “Hopefully not Slytherin”. The boys of Slytherin had looks of distaste and boredom. They didn’t even want to be apart of the sorting ceremony for the first years, let alone be apart of a the new student. “Have y’all seen the new girl?” questioned Theodore Nott. “No, I bet she’s ugly and a muggle. Only Dumbledore would be stupid enough to allow a transfer so late.” Draco stated with much distaste. “Do you think she would be sorted into Slytherin? I hope so because I need a girlfriend in the group” Pansy replied with a hopeful smile. Being the only girl in the Slytherin group had its pros and cons.

“Quiet down students. It is time to welcome y/n Potter” the voice coming from Dumbledore had a hint of pride and worry laced. Shocked would be an understatement surrounding the students. No one new there was another Potter. Everyone looked to Harry and before Hermoine could speak, the doors to the great hall opened. Every guy was drooling, mouths hung down and every girl spit out jealousy. In walked y/n, wearing a loose white blouse, a short fitted plaid skirt, and black knee high boots. Her hair was in a half do with a black bow tied around the small ponytail. She was the most beautiful girl anyone has seen. With that being said, her face showed anger as she angrily walked her way to the front of the great hall. Ready to get this over and finally have it out with Harry.

Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise and Pansy were shocked to say the least. Pansy new by her attitude and her fashion that they were going to be great friends. The boys however, wanted to snatch her up and call her theirs. They started placing bets on who gets the rights. However, Lorenzo knew exactly who she was. They had been friends for the longest time and he never thought he would see her again. He also knew this was not going to be good.

Back story: See, y/n is the cousin to Harry ;James’ niece. There was a special, uncommon bond between the two. They were both born on the same day and time, almost like they were twins. It was never seen before in 150 years. After, Lilly and James were killed; Voldemort went straight to y/n’s parents and killed them too. But one thing was strange, he could not kill y/n and Harry. They both have the same scar, y/n’s is on her chest instead of above the right brow. There was a clear connection between the 2 but no one knew why. Harry was taken to live with the Dursley’s, whereas y/n was taken to a wealthy family in America. She then went to a school similar to Hogwarts. Harry and y/n always kept in touch, sending letters to each other any chance they could get. It then stopped a year prior to her getting transferred Hogwarts. Lorenzo and y/n we’re best friends because both of their parents were best friends as well. Over the summers, they would stay at each others houses and they saw each other like brother and sister and nothing more.

Present: “Oh no, this is not good” said Enzo in a panicked tone. This caught the curiosity of his friends. “Do you know her Enzo? And why is it bad?” Before Enzo could reply. A loud voice yelled throughout the hall. Capturing the eyes and ears of all the students and staff. “WHERE IS HE” yelled y/n as she scanned the room looking for the victim . Once her eyes laid on him and she marched her way over to the poor boy who looked scarred yet angry. “HARRY! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU” To say the least, Hermoine and Ron were worried and looked between Harry and the new girl . “Harry what’s going on?” Questioned a very scarred Ron that’s currently in the path of a mad woman and an angry Harry. “Y/N STOP! This is crazy! It’s not my fault!” Boomed Harry, surprising everyone; even Professor Snape. “ NOT YOUR FAULT?! You are the reason my daughter is dead. You are the reason. If you wouldn’t have searched out to find Voldemort, he wouldn’t have came to me and killed my unborn daughter. All your searching and determination got her killed and I tried to stop you and YOU DIDNT LISTEN. You stopped sending letters and were upset because I told you it was going to get people killed. You really think he was the only coming after you?! WE ARE ATTACHED HARRY!! HE COULDN’T KILL US! WHEN HE COULDNT GET TO YOU HE GOT TO ME FOR REVENGE. I WISH HE WOULD’VE JUST KILLED YOU ALREADY BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!” Screamed y/n with tears pouring down her face. She didn’t realize there was someone holding her until she was finished. She immediately recognized it to be Enzo. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down. “ME?! I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOU! TRYING TO SAVE US! I DID IT FOR US! IM SORRY SHE WAS KILLED BUT WHAT ABOUT ME! HE WAS ALWAYS COMING FOR ME. YOU WERE SAFE, I WAS NOT. HONES..” before he could finish, a loud smack was heard and followed by a chorus of gasps.

“Everyone, follow your prefects back to your dorms” Professor Dumbledore stated. The scene that unfolded was not expected. Dumbledore new both the Potter’s didn’t talk anymore but did not know why. All he was aware was that Voldemort attacked y/n in her school and caused a war and needed to get her safe. He did know what house she was sorted in because they did that before introducing her. She was sorted into Slytherin and makes sense. Enzo walked y/n into the common room where she could relax. He wanted to take her into his room and cuddle her like they have always done but y/n stopped when she saw his friends sitting by the fire. Draco, Theo, Mattheo, Blaise and Pansy waited for Enzo, talking about the events that unfolded not too long ago. “That 100% was hot” smirked Mattheo as Pansy slapped his arm. “This is serious, she lost a child at a young age. I could not imagine” Pansy stated very sadly. Before anyone else could comment, they noticed Enzo and y/n walking through the common room and Pansy hugged y/n. “ I know you don’t know me but I am so sorry. I’m Pansy by the way” “thank you that means a lot. Enzo, I want to get my mind off of everything. Where can we smoke and did you bring your weed?” To this, everyone was surprised. The new, attractive girl who just slapped the golden boy in-front of everyone; wants to smoke. She’s definitely a Slytherin“We can go to the astronomy tower. Would you like company?” “Sure, I’m guessing the boys starring at me is your friends? They can come too.” To say the least all the boys jumped up and followed Enzo and y/n to the astronomy tower. They all sat down and began a smoke fest. It was a weird silence because no one knew what to say and y/n hated that, so she broke the ice.

“ I know that everyone already knows my name but I want to introduce myself because that is not me. I am 16 and I grew up in America with my adopted family because of course you know that Voldemort killed mine as well as Harry’s. We’re both cousins and I grew up way better than he did but we always still talked up until Voldemort killed my daughter. I grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana, a town where wizardry and witchcraft is very prominent. And I know just by the looks on everyone’s face that you want to know why my daughter was killed. My boyfriend and I at the time were expecting a child obviously. A daughter who we named Ophelia. Of course I knew about Voldemort before Harry did, but I wasn’t expecting him to come after me all because he couldn’t locate Harry. When he did locate me, he put a spell on me that made my labor horrible and my daughter would not survive. However, at the time I did not know that. I thought he was just torturing me. He killed a lot of my friends and lot of students. It was so gruesome I don’t even know how I survived. I didnt know why he came until after about a week after. I found out that Harry was meddling and tried to kill Voldemort so he came after me. All he ever thought about was himself, and from what Enzo told me is that he is the golden boy, so I made it my mission to get transferred here to Hogwarts to make his life a living hell. Just like he made mine.” no one knew what to say and Pansy was in the corner crying as well as Enzo. “ I don’t want y’all to feel sorry for me. From what Enzo has told me is that you all are my kind of people and we would get along. I just wanna have fun and I want everyone to help me torture Harry, like he did me. Now tell me about yourselves” The night was spent smoking, laughing, crying and flirting. Y/n slowly started gravitating towards Draco. She could tell they were very similar by the stories he told. All of them were attractive to say the least but there was more to Draco that caught her eye. He was handsome. She found herself wrapped up in his arms as they shared a blunt. Enzo did not look happy for obvious reasons but did not intervene because the first time in a year, she looked genuinely happy. The night went fast and they found themselves heading back to their room. Y/n and Draco said goodbye with a comforting hug before separating.

The following day, she woke up a little early to look her best. Of course she altered the uniforms because they were a disgrace. Her skirt was shorter and she didn’t wear that ugly gray sweater. She wore something was sexier. A long sleeve white blouse, the green tie wrapped around her neck, her chunky white high top converse and her hair in a high ponytail. She kept the makeup natural looking but keeping her eyes looking eccentric. She left her robe open as her and Pansy made their way into the hall for breakfast. Of course, everyone looked at her but she didn’t care. Her main focus was on Draco as she made her way towards him. He kept looking at her and a light smirk crossed his face and waved her over to a spot he saved. She sat down and laid her head on his shoulder. Everyone looked at them, shocked but continued on with their conversation. Across the room, Harry glared at y/n as his eyes followed her right to Draco.

“Bloody hell. Her and Draco?! We’re doomed” replied Ron as he watched what was behind him. “Hermoine why won’t you sit with us?” Questioned Harry as he noticed she sat away from the 2 boys. “I hope it’s all not true. If we are the reason her daughter is dead, I’m going to be sick. She has every right to hate you Harry. Why didn’t you tell us, tell me?” Hermoine’s words struck Harry as he started to slowly realize what he had done. The golden trio has now been called the dark trio. As their actions killed an innocent baby and the soul of an innocent young girl.

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The beginning is not the best. I promise the story will get better. Please leave a comment if you like it.

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julcia404 · 5 months ago

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Lost Scenes Thursday! Get to know your favourite authors better. Show five scenes from either abandoned fics where you regret they will never see the light of day, or five scenes from WIPs where you are impatient to see them out there. Long, short, one-liner... it's all good reading. Tag five other authors where you are curious.

(feel free to ignore it though :))

Heya, my fabulous one ♡

Alright, five scenes...let's see how many I can actually find that I'm willing to share 🤭 please keep in mind that they all still need different amounts of (heavy) editing and probably rearrangements, and that I don’t know if or when I'll ever find the courage to actually finish and post them...yadda yadda...here goes nothing 😅

Those first two are from the same WIP that originally was an idea I had for a Duskwood-fanfic (and initially inspired by songs - many of my ideas are 🤭), but I was thinking about turning it into something original...maybe...in 500 years...

Sister Sun Brother Moon / You Only Want Me 'Cause You Want My Sister - Part 1

She is the sun, the center of our little solar system. Everything revolves around her, everyone here builds their lives around her. Like planets, dwarf planets, asteroids, meteoroids, comets, dust clouds...they all orbit the sun. But when she's there, nothing else can be seen anymore: everyone looks at her and she leaves them blind for other things. People hurt themselves for the sun, to be able to get a ray of her all-encompassing light and to feel a little warmth. But it’s a hazardous, harsh warmth - and her blinding and glaring light, it outshines everything else.

They're not able to grasp that though - we humans really are a dumb race. Like Icarus, they burn their wings while trying to get close to her. They feel drawn to her like a moth to the light and once they reach their goal, they realize that it isn’t as great as suspected. But it’s too late then.

She outshines everything and everyone, leaving no room for anyone else's light, and burning them alive. When the sun comes up, the planets and stars fade away and she's the only visible thing...

She has to go.

I don’t want to be a distant star anymore.

Sister Sun Brother Moon / You Only Want Me 'Cause You Want My Sister - Part 2

However, I was never one of them. I was an outsider, an outcast, someone who watched but never took part. Lilly the observer, the cute little wallflower, hiding in the shadows of others. Oh, if only they knew what worlds exist in my mind! It’s time for me to finally get involved, it's time for some chaos. I don’t want to be invisible anymore - I want to be seen. Noticed. Acknowledged. Accepted and valued even, if I'm lucky. But being seen and respected would be enough, even if it means that I have to throw their worlds into chaos.

Whether they like it or not - they will notice me. I'll make sure they do.

This one is a Duskwood-fanfic, and it’s...angsty and depressing 🙈 it’s a looong scene, so let's count it as two, alright? or maybe as a one-shot that never got finished?

Imposter

The moon painted beautiful shadows on the wall as I watched you silently sleeping on my bed. My tears started falling, and my heart was breaking. Again. This is not how I imagined love. This is not what I imagined for me and the man that I have deeply fallen in love with. I know that you feel the same, but I don't have the courage to talk with you about it. How can I ever tell you how much it hurts without collapsing right in front of you? Without dragging you down with me? Every day, I pretend that everything is alright. That I am alright. That you are alright. That we are alright, goddammit! That everything is going to be fine in the end. But it's killing me every time I see you, especially when you say how much you love me and that you would do anything for me. It shatters me into pieces every single damn time you touch me. I don't know how long I can bear this anymore, but I wish you knew how much I'm willing to go with you. To just be with you. And how much it hurts me that I'm not able to do so.

I try to suck you in, to burn your picture into my soul, in a desperate attempt to not forget what we shared. What we felt. What we admitted to each other, in silent whispers and giggles. The love that we gave to each other.

So I'm sitting here in the middle of the night, not able to sleep, fearing the first light of the sun...because you'll be gone in the morning. You're always gone in the morning. And I'll still be here, alone and isolated, mourning the loss of your presence once again. Again...again and again. When will we see each other again? Will you be back tomorrow? Next week? Next month?

...never?

Will we see each other again? I'm tired of the constant grief, but it is how it is. If that’s the price I have to pay to be with you, I'll gladly go broke.

I know you feel the same, I saw it in your eyes every time we had to say goodbye. I know, that’s why you prefer to leave while I'm still asleep now. It breaks your heart just as much as it breaks mine. Will it ever end? How long will we manage to go on like this before our hearts finally break for the last time? How much will be left of us then? Will you ever be free, truly free? Free from me? Or is this our life now:

You on the run - I'm not able to run. Because my body is broken and I'm a burden for everyone to be around. Why do you love me? Why are you still here with me, why are you doing this to yourself? You could do so much better without me...I wish you would just leave me and try to find happiness somewhere else, far away from my burdening love and your twisted sense of duty that’s holding you captive. Because I'm not enough, that’s for certain.

But I don’t want you to go. If I could, I would keep you for the rest of my life in this little room. It's not a long life anyway, so maybe, just a few years from now, you'll be free. Free from me. Free from that nuisance, from my miserable existence. I feel guilty that you love me. I don’t deserve it. I can’t stop thinking that I somehow manipulated you into this whole thing, that you love a picture of me I created for the outside, for the world to see. But deep inside, I'm miserable and empty and barely holding on. My ugly and broken shards are all over the place and here, in my little room, I can’t hide them. I'm deathly afraid that you'll one day wake up and finally see the truth, the ugly and monstruous reality of my pointless life, and then you'll run - finally run away from me - I'm sure of that.

And I dread that day just as much as I want it to finally come.

Alright, let's end with something lighter...this is the beginning of a possible short story that demanded to be put into words, and started as random rambling in my most favorite discord-server 🤭💙

Spunky

It was late at night when I heard a distant 'meow'. Weird, considering that I live in a building where no pets are allowed...but yet here I was, listening to these feline sounds. Where did it come from, and most importantly - how? How was that possible? I live on the fifth floor and a cat in the hallway would've been noticed by my neighbors. Especially Mr. Wilkinson, who was always on the lookout for possible rule breakers to report them to the landlord.

I groaned and decided that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep now anyway, so I got up and searched for the source of these unusual sounds in my apartment.

But when I entered the kitchen, something changed: it was quiet - absolutely quiet. I wasn’t able to hear anything, not even my own movements, and that was quite an unpleasant feeling. I'm not a person that's easy to impress, or scare, but this situation made me feel a bit…uncomfortable. The wind at my windows, the noise of the city, the creaking old walls of this house, the snores of the kind lady next door, my other neighbor's TV, the buzzing of my fridge, my breath, my heartbeat, any sign of the world - gone. As if everything stopped existing altogether. As if I was living in a thick, deafening vacuum with no way out. Ironically, I was holding my breath while I tried to find out which otherworldly thing caused this unsettling situation, when suddenly…‘meow’.

I jumped higher than humanly possible, frightened and with a high-pitched shriek. What the fuck was happening here? What did I walk into? I should have listened to my mother when she told me not to live alone…or at least not in this apartment, where the previous tenant passed away and wasn’t found for almost two weeks. Mr. Wilkinson, that nosy neighbor with no sense of privacy, felt the need to tell me everything about my predecessor on my first day in my new home, and that she definitely had a pet, against every rule, but always denied it. Well, a pet was never found, the suspected pet owner on the other hand…what a warm welcome.

‘Meooooow…’ Again! Where did that come from? I turned around, trying to locate the direction of those laments, but it was quiet again.

That's it for now 🤭 I hope you liked some of them...

thank you for the ask ♡

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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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LILLY

FERRIS WHEEL DATE WITH WILBUR???? also maybe a kiss scene when it stops at the top 👉👈

yes ofc I can aimi! This is adorable!

Warning// kissing, tooth rotting fluff, let me know what I missed :)

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We keep this love( in photographs)

You always admired Ferris wheels. When you were little you were determined to own one one day. You loved how they looked at night. Loved how they looked when you at the very top. It felt like you were at the top of the world.

So when you told Wilbur your love for them, he was determined to go on one with you any chance he got. And when you both were visiting America for his tour, there was a fair just a couple miles away. Perfect!

When Wilbur told you he had a surprise, you were thinking it was going to be another dinner date or maybe a movie. But when you pulled into the parking lot of the fair, your face lit up in a matter of seconds.

“Wil! This is amazing!” You exclaimed as Wilbur came over to your side of the car and opened the door for you before you could do anything.

“I knew you’d love it. C’mon love. What do you want to do first?” Wilbur asked as he took your hand and led you to the ticket booth.

“Hm. Games! We’ll leave the Ferris wheel for last.” You told Wilbur as he got the tickets and led you over to the game area.

Wilbur attempted to do the ring toss and failed with flying colors. You didn’t even try because you knew you would fail. You both tried the water game (idk what it’s called). Wilbur won that game and won a prize. He picked out the small teddy bear hanging up and once he received it, he gave it to you.

“Here. I know you don’t like big things and plus I wanted to win you something.” Wil said as you took it. You mailed at the bear in your hands and then back up at Wilbur.

“Thank you my love.” You said, giving Wilbur a kiss on the cheek. You began to walk away until you felt a hand catch your wrist and pull you back.

“Love, I think you missed.” Wilbur said with a stupid smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and went closer to him as you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

You pulled away and looked at him. “Better?” You asked him.

“Better.” He smiled down at you as you took his hand and led him to the rides that were there.

“Ok…. Which one?” You asked him.

“What about that one? Don’t you like basically float?” Wilbur said, pointing at the zero gravity ride(?)

You smirk, “You sure?” You asked for confirmation.

“Yeah. I mean it won’t damage me. Might make me a little dizzy.” He said, way too confident for this.

“Ok let’s go then.” You said, pulling him into the line.

After you both got off the ride, you were perfectly fine as Wilbur walked wobbly off of it. You laughed as your grabbed his arm.

“You good?” You asked him as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He said, shaking his head, almost like getting his eyes to stop playing tricks on him. “Ok no more. It’s either we get food or go on the Ferris wheel.” He asked.

You laughed at his comment and looked at the Ferris wheel. “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel now. The suns setting and it probably looked super pretty from up there.” You said as you looked at Wilbur. He smiled and nodded at you both started walking to the ride.

Once you both got into a cart, and strapped in not so safely, you were off. The ride was jagged and creaky but that’s what made it fun! But apparently for Wilbur, it was like he was going to die at any second.

“Are you sure you enjoy these that much?” He asked, gripping your hand hard and looking around as you guys went up.

“Wil! Your fine! It won’t break. I promise. And if it does. At least I’m with you.” You smiled at him. He smiled back at you as you guys made your way to the top.

As you came to a stop, you looked out and saw the horizon. The sky filled with yellows, oranges, purples and pinks. It was beautiful. Like a scene out of a movie that didn’t seem real. You wished you could touch it or hold it in the palm of your hands and admire it for all it’s worth for as long as you live.

“Wil. This is gorgeous. Are you seeing this?!” You looked over at him to see him smiling at you. “Wil. Look at the sunset, not me.” You moved his head over a nudge so he was facing the sunset. But he just brought his eyes right back to you.

“Yeah. But you’re the only gorgeous thing I want to look at love.” He said, booping your nose. You blushed and looked back out at the sunset. “Nuh uh! I’m not done.” Wilbur brought your face back over to his and kissed you. Slow and lovingly. He held your face gently as he deepened the kiss, as if you’d break at any moment.

The moment was interrupted as the ride shook and began moving again. Wilbur yelled out of horror and gripped onto you. You laughed at his face and doubled over in your seat.

“Jesus! Calm down Wilbur. You’re acting like a cat. Aww my cute little cat!” You said as you put on a baby voice.

“Shut up!” Wilbur laughed at you. You both settled down and you grabbed his hand as you laid your head on his shoulder. “I love you darling. So much.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you more Wil. So much more.” You said back to him and he rested his head on yours.

“You still didn’t look at the sunset did you?” You asked.

“Nope!”

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mysteriouslover1516 · 2 years ago

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You Are Enough (Updated)

Updated Version of my old One Shot. I am much prouder of this one. I hope you all like it!

(Also, I couldn't bear to have Richy not in this story, so he is still alive and was never the MWAF. Please don't hate me, lol.)

MC stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, haunted by her thoughts. Why couldn’t she be beautiful like everyone else? Hannah and Lilly had gorgeous eyes that sparkled, Cleo and Jessy smiles that could light up a whole room, not to mention the excellent figures all 4 girls possessed. It didn’t matter how slim MC was herself, how her own eyes could capture men’s attention, how her smile was so contagious. She should try to be skinnier, pay more attention to her hair and makeup, perhaps then she could compare, maybe she would be-

“MC?”

MC became aware of the tall figure behind her, his wavy black hair slightly messy, those electric blue eyes staring back into hers. “Hey,” she mumbles.

“What are you doing in here?” The hacker asks, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her to his chest, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.

“Nothing,” a small smile tugs at the corner of MC’s mouth as she views them both together in the mirror. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jake looks at her skeptically.

“Yes,” MC sighs. “I’m just thinking.”

“Hmmm, join me in my study?”

MC smiles at Jake’s version of an invitation, her fears and insecurities fleeing as Jake’s calming, laid-back presence consumes her.

- - -

“What do you think of this dress?” Jessy asks, hands in the air, head cocked, a small side smile forming on her lips. “Belt or no?” She reaches for a leather belt that lays on her dresser, giving the dark blue, strapless dress more of a waist as she wraps it around herself.

“I don’t think the belt suits the dress,” Hannah frowns, “It makes it look more rugged, less elegant.”

“Oh man,” Jessy sighs, brushing her long red hair over her shoulder.

Lilly snaps her fingers, “What about a ribbon, Jessy? It’ll still give you the waist you want, but it won’t look as out of place.”

“Like I have a bunch of ribbon on hand,” Jessy pretends to pout.

“Do you actually need a belt or ribbon though?” Cleo finally interjects. “The dress was designed to accentuate your curves already, so I don’t think a belt is necessary.”

“And we all know Dan will like it anyway,” Lilly smirks.

“Lilly!” Jessy covers her mouth, eyes wide.

“It’s true,” MC laughs. “Heck, you could wear a potato sack and Dan will still say you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on.”

“You all are full of it!” Jessy rolls her eyes, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Well, whatever the case is, we best get busy.” Hannah reminds. “MC, you’re next.”

“I can’t wait for Jake to see your new dress!” Lilly beams, pulling it out of Jessy’s closet where the other three dresses were hanging.

A nervous feeling wells up inside MC’s stomach as she looks at the dress, now unsure. “I don’t know, do you think he’ll like it?”

“Come on,” Jessy laughs, “don’t be dumb.”

“He’s already in love with you anyway, there’s nothing to be scared about.” Hannah encourages.

“Here, go put it on.” Lilly hands MC the hanger, nudging her towards the bathroom.

MC takes it, her hands slightly shaking as she walks into the other room, closing the door behind her. After she slides the dress on she once more meets her reflection, this time it being a full-sized mirror. The modest, off-the-shoulder, black dress fits her curves nicely, cutting just above the knee, slightly flaring outward towards the bottom. MC’s hands subconsciously find themselves at her waist, smoothing out the fabric, her eyes following her actions. A frown flitters across her face, the dress didn’t fit quite right. It looked like it was too tight….she needed to be skinner, it was simply unavoidable.

“MC, hurry up!” Lilly knocks obnoxiously on the door. “I have to put my dress on next!”

“Does it look okay?” She asks, hurriedly, walking out of the room.

“It’s gorgeous,” Jessy smiles. “Even better than it looked in the store.”

The other three girls quickly changed into their dresses, each defining their figures well and enhancing their appeal.

The five girls then took turns working on each other’s hair and makeup until they decided they had reached the desired results for each.

“Perfect,” Cleo states as the five girls crowd in for a selfie in the bathroom mirror. “Great job everyone.”

“Great job on being fricken models,” Hannah smirks

“HashtagBeautifulbesties,” Jessy giggles. “Remind me to use that on my instagram when I post this picture. Now hurry, we can’t be late!”

- - -

“Easy hackerboy,” Dan teases as he leans on a pool stick, waiting for Jake to make his move.

“Do you really have to call me that?” Jake sighs with a roll of his eyes, carefully concentrating on which ball to hit in order to get the most points.

“Fine, hackerman.”

The balls ricochet across the table, creating a loud clanking noise. Jake smirks triumphantly as three of the balls fall into holes. “How was that, Daniel?”

“Could be worse,” Dan shrugs. “Richy, you’re next.”

The blonde man carefully lines his pole up with the white ball, soon sending one into a hole. “I’m surprised we’re meeting here actually,” he states, nonchalantly.

Jake sighs, “Right. I hate this place.”

“More like you hate Phil,” Dan corrects.

“Same thing,” Jake says, clenching his pole frustratedly.

“Tommyboy? It's your turn.” Dan looks at the brunette. “And take that stupid beanie off.”

“Hannah likes it,” Thomas defends himself.

“Well look who showed up,” Dan booms as the five girls walk into the bar.

“Have you girls considered being Pageant Queens?” Richy smiles shyly.

Thomas walks towards his girlfriend, “You look lovely as always, Hannah.”

“Do you like my dress?” Jessy prances over to Dan, who is grinning ear to ear.

“How much did it cost?”

“DAN!” Jessy smacks his shoulder, laughing.

“You girls look amazing,” Richy says, doing his iconic side smile.

“Jake?” MC smiles unsure as he just looks at her. “Do you like it? I tried to make sure it wasn’t too revealing, I know you don’t like how Phil-”

“Yes,” Jake says, simply.

MC blushes, “Really?”

“Of course,” Jake looks at her with a smile, offering no other words.

“Hello, MC.” Phil suddenly speaks behind her, winking when she turns around. “Don’t you look gorgeous tonight, as always.”

“Thanks, Phil.” MC says with a small smile, crossing her arms slightly.

“Jake,” the bartender smirks as he sees the hacker’s jaw set.

“Philip,” Jake nods his head as he reaches out and takes hold of MC’s arm, drawing her against his chest. “Don’t you have some other customers to tend to?”

“Jake,” MC mutters underneath her breath.

Phil cocks his head and looks once more at MC, “None as pretty as sweet little MC here, she’s a doll.”

“Phil, stop it.” Jessy sighs and shoots a glare towards her brother.

Phil only chuckles and winks again at MC, “Well, if you want a free drink, I have a seat reserved for you up front.”

MC nods and as soon as Phil turns his back on the group, she rolls her eyes. “You didn’t have to get so jealous, Jake.”

“He seems very unlikable,” Jake states.

“I agree,” Cleo nods her head, frowning as she watches the bartender laugh while engaging with a pretty blonde at the counter. “Playboy.”

“Womanizer,” Richy adds.

“How about a different topic?” Thomas asks, trying to lighten the mood. “Jake was destroying us at pool before you girls walked in.”

“Hey,” Dan protests. “I haven’t even had my turn yet.”

Richy rolls his eyes, “How about a game of cards?”

“You brought cards?” Dan asks.

“Yeah,” Richy grins sheepishly.

“Thanks, Richy,” Cleo smiles, “That was a great idea.” Richy grins,“what should we play?” “Poker,” Lilly answers.

“I’m in,” MC sits down at a table. “Jake?”

“No, no, no.” Dan protests. “Jake has to finish this game of pool with me, he already started it.”

“I guess that means I’m obligated to finish the game as well,” Richy makes a sad face.

“Obviously. Thomas?” Dan stares, expectantly.

Hannah smirks as Thomas begrudgingly walks back over to the pool table, she herself sitting down at the table amongst the other girls. “What’s the stakes?”

“What about we take the winner to The Black Swan and share the price of their meal, but on top of that everyone has to buy an appetizer?” Jessy raises an eyebrow..

“Oooh,” Lilly smiles. “I like that idea, how about you, MC?”

MC’s stomach suddenly twisted at the thought of eating so much food, how would she get rid of all that weight?

“MC?” Hannah asks, noting the hesitancy.

“Sure,” MC manages to say with a small smile. “Sounds like fun.”

“I think so too,” Cleo agrees.

“I hope I win,” Jessy laughs. “The Black Swan is my absolute favorite.”

Cleo laughs, “We’ll see.”

- - -

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, MC?” Jake asks later as the couple are getting ready for bed.

“Yes,” MC smiles. “I won the Poker game.”

“Good job,” Jake praises. “And the reward?”

“A night at the Black Swan,” MC says as her smile fades.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asks, concerned. “I thought you liked their food.”

“I do.”

Jake frowns, “What is it, MC?”

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve changed. It’s nice to see how much you’ve grown inside the group with everyone.”

“If that makes you happy, then I will continue to make myself uncomfortable and socialize with them.” Jake says in a serious voice.

MC giggles softly, “Do you really have to put it that way, Jake?”

“That was not my intention,” Jake cracks a small smile. “What I mean is, I still feel somewhat out of place amongst them. It’s been awhile since I’ve formed relationships, MC.”

MC gazes up at the young hacker, “I know.”

“No, you don’t know.” Jake shakes his head, “My past is still hidden from you.”

“Then share it with me now.”

“MC…”

“Please,” MC asks, curiosity evident in her eyes.

Jake sighs, “Hannah and Lilly’s father was away from home for two months as he was creating a business arrangement between two contracting companies . During those two months he met my mother and took an interest in her, most notably for her beauty and optimistic nature. She consented to the relationship because she was unaware he was married. When he confessed that he had cheated on his wife, my mother broke it off with him and told him to recommit himself to his family from then on. After finding out she was pregnant, she made the decision to raise me on her own. My mother always struggled financially, but when she had me her money problems grew worse. We had enough to get by, she made sure I had an education, was kept warm during the winter, had food to eat, clothes to wear. She worked tirelessly at her job as a waitress, secretly saving most of her tips for my future college fund. We were happy, just the two of us, she adored me. My mother was the best thing in my life, I didn’t need or want anyone else when she was with me. When I was fifteen her car was side-swiped on her way home, she was killed instantly. I never imagined her to be gone so suddenly, it left me shocked. After her death, I drowned myself in my studies, most importantly computer science. When the FBI found out about a young seventeen-year-old boy decrypting algorithms which caused years to crack, they enlisted me. During my year of working there, I uncovered the many scandals hidden inside the bureau, including embezzlement. I couldn’t stay quiet, the people deserved the truth. I anonymously and periodically leaked certain things to the public, but eventually the bureau was able to trace it back to me. At nineteen I was forced to go on the run.”

“That must have been awful,” MC frowns as she considers the hardships Jake was forced to endure at such a young age.

The young hacker takes her hand, clearing his throat as he continues. “I was without a home, without an identity, I had disappeared from the face of the earth. I had no friends, no family, it was just me and my gear. My mother had left me a letter along with her will when she had died, the will naturally gave me all of her savings, but the letter was much more important. Within the letter she finally disclosed my heritage, what had taken place in order to foreshadow my birth. Along with the letter was also a picture of my mother with the man I had never met, my father. I researched his name and was able to find pictures of him and his family, his occupation, where he resided, anything that the internet could pull up. Something inside my soul urged me to reach out to him, but that was too risky, I didn’t want to be responsible for tearing a family apart. That is how I came across my half-sister, Hannah. Lilly was also an option, but being that Hannah was only two years younger than me, she seemed like the best choice. I found her instagram account and messaged her, using the excuse of asking her what type of cat Dusty was. She replied and was eager to keep the communications open. Through our messages she figured out I was some sort of genius, but something went horribly wrong. Hannah started to fall in love with me, in love with someone she’d never met in person, in love with her half-brother. It was evident to see in her replies that I needed to pull myself away. My answers got shorter and shorter, and soon she stopped emailing me. Months later she posted a picture of her and a brown-haired guy she referenced as her boyfriend.”

“Thomas,” MC says.

“Yes.” Jake answers. “Then a year later she suddenly emailed me, asking for my help. As you know, I immediately video called her, she was unexpectedly ambushed while on the call.”

“And then she sent you my number.”

“Yes, and I immediately reached out to you as my only hope for finding Hannah.” Jake nods and then starts to smirk, “But then something with you also went horribly wrong.”

“And what was that, Jake?” MC teases, cheeks painted pink.

“You asked for my name, and I gave it to you. You also asked for the color of my hair. Then you prodded, asking if I was curious about who you even were.”

“And?”

“Of course I was curious, you showed up under such mysterious circumstances, you had no recollection of meeting Hannah. But still, her last message sent from her phone contained just your number, what was the connection?”

“Now we know it was a typo, she was trying to send Alan’s number to Thomas, but she hit the wrong key in her hurry.”

“Yes, which unintentionally but thankfully brought you into the whole mystery.”

“Thankfully?” MC giggles softly as Jake smirks some more.

“I met you, and then everything changed.” Jake says. “For the first time in a long while I craved relationship. You piqued my interest. I found myself slowly falling for you, for a complete stranger. When you confessed you liked me over text, my heart raced, but my common sense and cynical nature took over.”

“You told me it wasn’t right, that it was dangerous for both you and for me. It left me stunned.”

“I know MC, I am so sorry.” Jake reaches out and kisses MC’s forehead softly. “But that chat was forever in my mind for a long time after. As the stakes rose, the more danger you were placed in, the more evident my feelings for you became. After Lilly’s video forced me to flee again, it nearly tore my heart out as I had to inform you that you would be on your own for a while. I felt like I was ditching you, I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to contact you again.”

“I felt the same,” MC confesses.

“I promised you then that I would never let my pursuers catch me, because then it would separate me from you.”

“When I read that text, I felt hopeful despite all the circumstances.”

“I had set Nymos up to protect you and alert me of any suspicious activity concerning your phone while I was on the run. When I got the first alert of an attempt made by the FBI to hack your phone, it motivated me even more to find a safe place so I could help you. I found shelter in a small hotel.”

“Simple but sufficient,” MC remembers with a small smile.

“Yes,” Jake smiles back. “I had no sooner set my computer up when I got another alert that the FBI was trying to find your location, soon turning into accessing your camera.”

“I was so scared.”

“I was able to stop them just before they had access to your camera. The first thing I could think of to text you was-”

“Hello MC.”

“Yes, and I remember exactly what you replied. You said Do you know I feel like crying right now?”

“I was so weak,” MC shakes her head full of shame.

“No, you were human. You said, I’m in danger, Jake.” The hacker recalls, getting a far away look in his intoxicating blue eyes. “And I made another promise to you, do you remember?”

“You said, I will never let him get close to you ever again.”

“And I have kept that promise, haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

“And now I have to protect you from another enemy,” Jake looks at her seriously.

MC’s eyes flash with fear, “What do you mean?”

“I have to save you from yourself.” The hacker answers. “From starving yourself and forcing yourself to undereat.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” MC crosses her arms.

“Promise me we will tomorrow then.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything,” MC protests.

“MC.”

“Fine.” MC turns her back on the black-haired man, walking to her side of the bed and climbing in. She lays down, back still facing her lover, pulling the covers up over her head.

“I love you, MC.” Jake says softly, MC can feel the weight shift as he joins her in the bed. “That is why I must force you to talk about the hard things.” MC remains quiet, tears starting to stream down her face as she lays there. She can hear Jake sigh and then his arm slips around MC’s waist, pulling her to his chest once more. She uncovers her head and turns around in his arms, “Tomorrow we will talk, I promise, Jake.” “Thank you, MC.” Jake pecks her on the lips softly, “Goodnight, love.”

- - -

“MC?” Jake asks, gently waking her up the next morning. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches her slowly open her eyes and then close them again, snuggling her face deeper into the covers.

“What?” MC sighs, voice dry.

“I made breakfast for you.”

“At what time? Six in the morning?” MC giggles tiredly, glancing at the alarm which says 6:58. “Jake, it’s Saturday. You’re supposed to sleep in.” She rolls over, trying to block him out. “Or you at least let me sleep in.”

“But what about breakfast?”

“I don’t want breakfast, I want to sleep.” She mumbles into the pillow.

“You’re going to be hungry and angry soon.”

“It’s called being hangry, Jake. And I’m angry now, so please, shush.”

Jake looks at MC, frowning. Without warning he yanks the covers off the bed and picks her up easily.

“What the heck are you doing?! Are you insane?!” MC laughs, trying to somehow still act mad.

Jake smirks at her as she tries to get out of his arms, “You need to eat.”

“Not hungry.”

“Then we at least need to have our talk. MC, please.” Jake’s worried look makes her heart ache. “Why else do you think I’m making breakfast this morning?”

“But-”

“I know you suffer from a dysmorphic disorder, MC. You believe yourself to be overweight. BDD.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” MC lies.

“You know full well what it means, MC. BDD-Body Dysmorphic Disorder, you’re obsessed with your appearance, worried about your weight, how people see you. It’s rooted from anxiety, low self-esteem, comparing yourself to others, depression even.”

“How did you find out?”

“It’s not hard to notice, all of your friends can see it, MC. You’ve progressively been starving yourself, Jessy and the others have repeatedly told me how little you eat anymore when you’re with them. I notice that after we get done eating together, you disappear into the bathroom for twenty minutes at a time, purging I assume. When I wrap my arms around your waist I can feel your ribs, this is not healthy, MC!” Jake’s voice rises, “Why do you do this to yourself?!”

MC lip starts to tremble, “I can’t compare to the others, Jake.”

Jake leads MC to the bathroom and points at the scale on the floor. “I want to show you something.”

“Trust me.”

MC gets on the scale, anxiety skyrocketing as the number increases the more weight she places on it.

“What Does It Say?”

“105lbs,” MC shivers.

“Hannah and Jessy are slender, aren’t they? Cleo and Lilly have excellent figures?”

“Yes,” MC nods, tears streaming down her face.

“Jessy weighs 123lbs, Hannah 129lbs. Cleo comes at 131lbs, Lilly 137lbs.” Jake says in a soft voice. “You’re 18lbs smaller than Jessy, MC.”

“I don’t understand,” MC stutters in confusion.

“All those negative thoughts telling you that you’re overweight, they’re all lies, MC. Ask anyone, you are literally underweight if we’re being honest.” Jake hugs her, brushing his hand through her tangled hair. “MC, I.” His brow furrows as he tries to figure out how to express his thoughts. “You are perfect just the way you are, MC.”

“It’s not enough though,” MC sniffles.

“You are Enough,” Jake says slowly, pulling away. “You are Enough for me, more than enough. I don’t deserve you, MC. You are beautiful, lively, sweet, energetic. Even when you’re like this, hair tangled, tears streaming down your face, still in your pajama shorts and my shirt on, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you really think so?” MC wipes her eyes, a small smile forming on her chapped lips.

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are Beautiful. You are Gorgeous. You are Lovely. You are Stunning. You are Cute and Adorable, Endearing. You are More than Enough. You are my World, my Everything.” Jake kisses her, “And I love you.”

A small smile spreads across MC’s face as the hacker brushes his thumb over her cheek.

“Also, I may have lied about breakfast, Cleo actually made it.” Jake smirks, “She gave me a batch of her world famous cinnamon rolls just for you and me a few days ago, I just put it in the oven.”

“Jake?”

“Yes, MC?”

“Thank you for everything.”

“I love you, don’t ever forget that. You Are Mine.” He states, kissing her mouth, dragging his teeth over her bottom lip.

MC gasps, a warm feeling pooling in her stomach as Jake's hands find themselves at her waist.

Jake smirks against the kiss, gently rubbing his thumbs across MC's hips. "Eat first, and then we'll continue." With that he took her hand and led her to the kitchen, MC biting her lip out of excitement of the promised future.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Please comment any thoughts you have, I would love to actually talk to any of you! Love you! :)

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strawberrystepmom · 1 year ago

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what's your favorite scar on president boyfriend's body

from years of using chidori - kakashi has lichtenberg figures up his right arm. the wrap from his hand, crossing his forearm, bicep, and shoulder. he hates them - it's why he prefers to wear longer sleeves at all times if possible as an adult.

the scar reminds him of times when he succeeded but most of all, the times when he failed. he bears a permanent mark on his body as a reminder of what happened to rin. his eyes reflexively shut every time he has to gaze at it in the mirror, assuming it's better to be blind than to face his failures.

but. i like it. sure, it's a hard reminder of what has happened but it's also a beautiful reminder of the effort he put in with his very own hands and heart and strength to make konoha better and safer and the place that it is now. he sacrificed so much.

i like to trace it with my finger, each path and trail and line. it tickles when i do it but he sits patiently and lets me get my fill, following the figure all the way up his arm and over his shoulder and i always give him a kiss when i'm done. comfort and reverence and understanding all in one.

he also lets me doodle sometimes. little ball point pen flowers drawn springing to life across the unnatural vine that crosses his arm. makes him feel a little bit better to look at it in the mirror, daisies and lillies and sometimes bluebell (or at least my version of them) dotting his skin and hanging from his failures.

flowers grow from decay, he supposes.

#kenkashi #answered #thank u for asking i hope this is satisfactory <3

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muckii · 9 months ago

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Heart in a Birdcage

A/N: Vis is the character @rahonn fanfic Empty Eyes, Full Heart on AO3. If you haven't read it, you should check it out. TW: Violence, Murder, Slavery Word count: 700 --------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 01: I'll Survive

She was terrified, panic setting in. She saw the neck collar getting closer to her and she screamed and tried to escape, but it was pointless. Still even if she couldn’t escape she would at least fight back, as soon as the hand with the collar came closer she bit down on it hard. SLAP! The guard you bit slapped you right in the face. “Don’t hit the merchandise you moron! Look what you did, she is damaged goods now.” The guy in charge looked at you in confusion, you didn’t make a sound when you got slapped , hell you didn’t even flinch. All you did was stare him down with a grin.

I’ll never be the one to breathe a sigh, but I’ll survive.

Suddenly the men around her started dropping like flies in a pool of blood. A person with blue hair was running through the Auction House killing all the monsters and setting it on fire. It was the most macabre and yet most beautiful thing she has seen. She got up and ran, out of the fire and away from the nightmare. Tears kept running down her cheeks, it was finally over and she was free. Suddenly she stopped , when a thought kept nagging at her ‘What if her saviour was still in the fire?’ Whoever it was, was capable enough but the fire spread quickly.

“Ugh FUUUUUUCK!” She cursed at herself because she knew if she didn't go back, she would never forgive herself. She turned on her heels and ran back towards town. Her lungs hurt as had zero stamina. When she arrived back in town she collided with a hard chest and fell to the ground. Looking up she let out a sigh of relief. “Help, I need your help. Please! Follow me! “ Before he could even answer, you just took him by his hands and led him back to the fire and Blue’s scent. She guided them to where it was and as soon as they arrived she tried to kick and box the concrete wall. She knew Blue was right behind it doing the same thing. Suddenly the wall collapsed and with it did both of them.

“Oh this is gonna be a long night! Bepo, call Jean Bart and tell him we have two medical emergencies! Penguin, Shachi pick them up but be careful and I’ll be taking her!”

“Now Room!”

You slowly started to regain consciousness and what was that under your hand? Fur? Your eyes shot open and you looked around trying to figure out where you were, when your eyes fell on the sleeping polar bear that for some reason slept under your hand. He was kind of cute and his cheeks were adorable. You just wanted to pinch them, but when your hand moved the bear woke up. Looking at you he jumped up and immediately apologized and went to get his captain.

“Welcome back to the living! To my surprise you were unconscious longer than your friend.”

You looked at him in confusion “What friend?”

“Vis?” He said he was equally confused after all you ran up to him asking for help.

“Don’t tell me you actually never met the guy? Do you make a habit of helping random strangers?” He snorted "Would that be so bad? But no, it's just he saved me and I wanted to return the favor, that's it." Silence started to fall, but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Lilly is my name by the way and thank you for taking care of me as well, but how do you expect me to pay you? And don't you dare say I can use my body!" She eyed him as if she was ready to strike. "Tch. Get over yourself Lilly-ya. How about you join my crew? I know there's more to you than meets the eye. So what do you say?"

You knew accepting his offer would be crazy and yet, there was something about him that made it hard to refuse. "Alright, let's hope you won't regret it one day." He tossed you a white onesie and then smiled at you and said "Not likely. Names Trafalgar Law. Welcome to the crew!"

#muckii writes #one piece #fanfic #heart pirates #bepo one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw

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starandsims · 1 year ago

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Book 1: Normal Type | Chapter Eleven: Trouble in Paradise (1/2)

Teddy felt like, even though their last date had been a bit different, he had grown really close to Violet. She had shared some of her deepest most hurt feelings with him and been very vulnerable, that could only be a good thing, right? He was feeling very positive about the gains their relationship was going through, even though Violet said she wasn’t ready to be officially dating yet. He was also starting to get a better handle on balancing work and his school life as well, mostly because he quit his fishing job. It made more money, but it was just too much for him to do, and it was more stable at his retail job.

One day, Bliss came over to visit on her day off, although it seemed she had come over to visit less with Teddy and more with Samson, who was starting to reach the end of his kitten years. While Bliss played with Samson, she and Teddy talked about work - or rather Bliss talked a lot about how much she loved working full-time at the animal shelter instead of part-time. Her brother didn’t mind listening, but they were interrupted by a quick and desperate knock at the door.

Teddy went to answer it and saw Violet there, looking very upset. He quickly opened the door to let her in and she attacked him with a kiss, right there in front of Bliss. Shocked was not the word that could cover how he felt. Kissing was not the problem, it was how angry it was. He pulled away almost immediately, which judging from the fire in her eyes was not helping her mood.

“Um…hello.” Bliss chimed awkwardly.

That was the wrong thing to say apparently, because immediately Violet turned her full wrath on her. “Hello (and here we will bleep out the word)”

“Whoa! Violet, you need to calm down!” Teddy jumped in.

“you’re telling me to calm down after finding you here with some random woman after bearing my soul to you about my trauma -.”

“Hold on a minute,” Teddy interrupted again. “So wait, you’re mad because you think I’m cheating on you with Bliss?”

Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You think her real name is Bliss?”

“This is my little sister, Bliss,” Teddy raised his voice. “Bliss, let me introduce you to my…neighbor…Violet.”

“Uh-huh, pleased to meet you.”

“I thought your sister was Lilli?” Violet asked, turning red for a different reason now, and trying to deflect.

“I’ve shown you pictures and talked about my siblings at length, I can’t belive you weren’t paying attention!”

There was a pause, then Violet burst into tears.

“And on that note, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Bliss stood, taking Samson with her.

Teddy helped Violet sit in a more comfortable spot on the couch, “Take a deep breath when you’re ready, tell me how you’re feeling.”

Violet took a few shaky breaths, she couldn’t lift her eyes to meet his. “I’ve been through so much, I didn’t want to believe you were cheating on me, but I saw her through the door and I remembered how hurt I was after my divorce and I was thinking about it and how much it would hurt if it happened with you.”

Teddy did not like seeing her cry, so he quickly went into apology mode. “I’m sorry you went through that, and I’m sorry you thought that about me, I want to assure you that I would never try to hurt you.”

“Your sister is just so beautiful and young,” she sobbed, finally looking at him. “And I’m so ugly and old, I know you deserve someone younger and prettier.”

Teddy helped wipe away her tears and spoke softly to her. “You are not ugly, and you’re very pretty! Way prettier than anyone else I’ve ever dated.” He did not mention that his dating experience was very limited. “And you’re definitely prettier than my sister.” The addition successfully solicited a chuckle.

She held a hand to his cheek and thanked him. “Let’s just forget this happened, it was so embarrassing.”

#poche legacy #poche pokemon challenge #pokemon type challenge #plpc #plpc g1 #plpc: teddy poche #plpc: bliss poche #plpc: violet hawthorne #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #ts4

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #147 texts #ballad

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umichenginabroad · 6 months ago

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Week 1: Finding my way

Hello again from Madrid! For those of you that missed my first post, my name is Lilly and I am a student in CEE at Umich.

While I may have only been here for a handful of days, I have experienced the “honeymoon phase” – the exciting time in which one realizes they are in a new country – and more recently the “culture shock phase” – the time in which it feels overwhelming to adapt to a change in lifestyles.

My first day here was both relieving (after nearly 15 hours of travel), and utterly terrifying. I was weary from jetlag (and looked like it), anxious about being in a new environment, and instantly humbled by how rusty my Spanish-speaking abilities were. Despite fumbling my words, I found that most Madrileños are patient. So even when they did respond to me in English with an assuming glance (remember embarrassment is a choice), each interaction I found myself becoming more comfortable speaking (my grammar is still horrific, however).

I was very grateful that the program staff arranged a tour for us on the first day, pointing out the immaculately preserved history and beautiful architecture throughout the city, also highlighting the touristy places to avoid.

Despite my initial worries of navigating life in Madrid, I have already learned so much about the culture and city, and I want to dive into some of my highlights from the week.

Since my classes didn’t begin until this past Monday, my new friends and I took advantage of the time to explore the city and get our bearings. The biggest initial adjustment was meal times. In Madrid, we eat breakfast immediately, lunch around 2-4 pm, and dinner isn’t until 9 pm, a stark difference from the early bird special. What I love most about mealtimes here is it is very social, and meant to be a time of enjoyment with friends and family. Here, they have a great appreciation for a slower pace of life, and part of that is taking the time to enjoy each other’s company. The patios make for a beautiful dinner after the sun goes down.

I also love how walkable everything is. I won’t go into too much detail (I will be sure to post about transportation later), but at a leisurely pace you can find everything you need only 15 minutes away. The architecture and integration of more natural landscapes make this a very enjoyable experience as well.

There are a variety of easily accessible trails and parks in Madrid, so we hiked a few miles to reach this scenic view of the city!

These are only a few of the memorable moments during my stay so far. I have much to learn, see, and experience here in Madrid. I find myself feeling content and excited to explore the city for a while yet. Until next time :)

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEMadrid #IPESummer24 #LillyStidham

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1

MC and Cleo had been working hard at opening their own business together, MCs love of coffee and Cleo's love of baking they went so well together. They got a really good deal on the shop. It was really run down but they had big plans to make it look new again they had some plans drawn up and the workmen got to work. After a couple not months the shop was ready to be open MC and Cleo had picked out a name for the shop they decided on coffee and cake they had a sign made for the front.

MC: I'm so excited for this new business adventure

Cleo: me to, my love of baking combined with your love of coffee the perfect match

MC: we should have an open day promotion something like 10% off your coffee and cake

Cleo: that's a brilliant idea we can definitely do that

MC: the others probably won't think so

Cleo: they will come round in the end plus we think this is a brilliant idea what they think doesn't matter

MC: your right, we can do this

Opening day had arrived MC put balloons outside the shop, Cleo had hung a banner outside welcoming everyone to come in. It was a brilliant first day. It felt like the whole of duskwood had turned up just yontry Cleo's amazing cakes. By the end of the day Cleo and MC were both rushed off their feet. They were both tired but it was a good feeling they had a very successful day.

The next day MC had arrived at the shop before Cleo so she could get things set up for Cleo. When MC went to open up the door her foot kicked a box when she looked down there was a box with Cleo's name on it. Not thinking much of it, MC picked up the box and took it inside. She placed it down on the counter and went about her day getting things set up. Not long after Cleo had arrived and she saw the box on the counter taking a closer look it was from a secret admirer. Taking a look at what was inside she found a bear holding a heart that had will you be mine written on it.

There was no note inside the box, just the bear, Cleo couldn't help but smile at the gift. She tried to work out who it could be but she couldn't think of anyone. She showed the bear to MC and she couldn't figure out who it was from either. So Cleo put the bear on the shelf above the till so whoever had sent it would know she received the gift and loved it.

They opened up the shop ready to start the day once again, the rest of the group were still not sold on the idea of Cleo and MC opening up a coffee and cake shop. They made their feelings known when they came into the shop to see what all the fuss was about.

Dan: so this is what all the fuss is about

Lilly: Is this really going to work?

Richy: come on guys, give them a chance

MC: thanks Richy

Thomas: I thought it would of been bigger

Jessy: it does look small

MC: Right that it, everyone apart from Richy leaves now! We don't want your negative comments so get out!!

MC pushed them all out of the shop apart from Richy, he was the only one who was actually being supportive of them. MC and Cleo couldn't understand why the others were being so negative about it.

MC: thanks for standing by us Richy

Richy: any time, it gets too much sometimes with them

Cleo: how are you coping now you have split from Jessy?

Richy: I'm doing okay, better than I was but she just won't let go

MC: What do you mean?

Richy: She keeps phoning and texting me begging me to take her back but I won't not after she cheated on me with some random guy from the bar.

Cleo: you go sit down Richy I'll bring you over some cake

MC: I'll get you a coffee, this is on the house

Richy: wow thanks guys

Cleo and MC served Richy his cake and coffee, it had been another busy day the business was doing so well. Even though they were both tired at the end of the day they knew it was all worth it.

As they were closing up for the day Cleo found a note that had been left on the table it was addressed to her. She opened it up and inside it read.

To my beautiful soul,

I watch you as you work, I see your beauty shine through. I've admired you from afar. I just wanted you to know how much I love you. Yours always A.B xxxxxx

Cleo looked at the note a few more times trying to figure out who it was, the note smelled of cherry. It brought a smile to Cleo's face. MC could see her smiling and walked over to check out the note.

MC: Who's A.B?

Cleo: I have no idea who this could be

MC: why don't you leave him a note

Cleo: i wouldn't know what to write

MC: I can help you with that

Cleo couldn't help but laugh and she could tell MC was loving that she was in her element, they both sat down and MC wrote a note back to this mystery A.B.

Dear mystery A.B I have received another one of your notes, even though I don't know you yet I find you quite fascinating. Cleo x

Cleo placed the note somewhere the mystery man could find it, she hoped that if he replied back she could find out who he is.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #coffee shop romance #coffee shop #alan bloomgate

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Comatose

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It was after school, and even though the sun shined on this beautiful day, it didn’t feel so happy.

“Hey Little Bro, I’m going to go to the hospital again.”

“Again? Didn’t you do that yesterday?”

“Yeah, but, I still want to go visit him.”

“Oh… just be back before 7 ok?”

“Ok, cya at home Little Bro!” I said, walking away and towards the hospital. The streets were busy as usual at this hour, both students and adults getting out to go back to their normal lives…

Almost all of them.

Before going to the hospital, I walked into a small flower shop. I took a deep breath, inhaling the refreshing aroma of the mist and flowers. As I looked around the garden of flowers, I stopped as I spot some pink and white Lillie’s. I frowned, remembering his smile as he bent over to smell the flowers.

Now they just look so lonely.

I walked up to them and took the bouquet, $9.99, not too bad for such a fresh batch of flowers. I turned over to the counter and put a $10 bill and the flowers on the table.

“Keep the change, I’ll just have the receipt.”

The receptionist didn’t say anything has he put the bill into the cash register and gave me the receipt. I took the bouquet and thanked him before heading out.

As I walked out the door, I squinted at the bright light and used the Lillies to shield my eyes. I looked away from the glaring sun and focused back to heading to the hospital.

Ignoring any stalking eyes on me.

I walked though the hospital doors and walked up to the front desk, ignoring the families and friends sitting on the benches.

“Hey, just visiting room 214.”

“Oh, you again!” The blue shadow said, looking at me.

Oh, it must be the same worker from yesterday, although, that’s not surprise knowing how understaffed receptionist roles can be.

“Just a floor up and take a right.” She said before calling over the next person.

As I walked up the stairs, I felt a strange tugging feeling in my chest.

A feeling all too familiar, Deja vu?

As I approached the door, I just stood there, my legs not wanting to move.

Why is it so hard to go in, it’s just him…

I took a deep breath before forcing my hand to grasp the door handle, slowly opening it to enter room 214.

The room was dim, but there was a stream of light Illuminating the bed where he layed.

Walking up, the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor got louder, and I saw the respirator keeping him alive.

My friend Leon was still comatose, as the doctors had said it. Only time will tell when, if ever, he’ll wake up.

I looked at the bed again as the blanket rose and fell slowly before I went to sit on the chair next to him.

I didn’t even realize that I was shaking until it came to laying the Lillies on the small table next to his bed.

“Hey Leon, it’s me…”

No response, what was I thinking, talking to a comatose person, expecting them to talk back.

Despite our situation, the fact he cant hear me, I still ramble.

“It’s been a while since you’ve last came to school… umm, I heard the basketball team misses you… Ryan, he says that the team isn’t the same without you. To be honest, every day at school isn’t the same without you…”

I looked at the other gifts on the table, ballon’s saying “Get better soon”, a brown teddy bear, cards left unread. There were some flowers in a vase, but they’re already wilted and dried.

I sighed as I took the dead bouquet and put it in the trashcan. Even though it’s a gift, he deserves better than this. I went back and put the Lillies in its place.

“My little brother visited your parents, they seemed sad. So many people miss you.”

I held his hand whether out of passion or envy, for once, my hands were warmer than his.

You’re cold…

I grasped his hand with both of mine, trying to warm it up. He used to be so warm, what happened?

I stroked his fingers, trying to find some sort of comfort from it. I brought it to my face and pretended that his was wiping the tears from my eyes, that he held me.

……

Please… choose to live…

……

Did I say that? Why did I say that?

….

……..

What am I doing?

………….

I finally put Leon’s hand back into his chest and looked at him again. I got up, what little comfort was here talking to him had long disappeared. I needed to get home before my Little brother blows up my phone with text messages.

I slowly opened and closed the door. Wiping the rest of my tears, I pulled out my phone to text my brother.

“I’m coming home, I’ll be back with dinner at around 6:30.”

“You better, I’m starving here!”

Had the boy took his eyes off his phone for even a moment while leaving the hospital, he would have noticed a suspiciously hooded figure eyeing him before heading to room 214.

~~~~~

So, he’s finally given you a gift after visting you every day.

The figure then took one of the Lillies from the vase before twirling it in their hand.

They’re quite lovely, they match the colors of your hair and shirt.

They then dropped the Lily onto the ground

And yet, nobody will every appreciate it, appreciate the things given to you.

The figure stomped on the Lily with their boot before snarling. They looked back at Leon’s unmoving form before walking up to him.

But don’t worry old friend, every moment you spend here isn’t wasted, in fact, it’s appreciated!

The figure then looked at the IV bag and sighed, they could end all their problems here with just a few drops of poison poured in. However, the hospital has cameras, and suspicion for the death would point to them. Besides, He would be devastated.

Have some rest, you’ve been working too hard, it’s about time you’ve left things in My hands.

And just like that, the figure left the room.

—————

After slipping the poison Leon’s his food, he thinks he’s succeeded until MC comes in. Seeing Leon passed out on the floor, he calls the ambulance and Vincent pretends to be innocent. The doctor is able to save his life, but he’s left comatose.

MC: “Leon, please wake up! …… I need you.”

Vincent: “Honey, he’s not waking up. The doctors have already told us he’s comatose.”

MC: “There’s so many things I wanted to say to him...”

Vincent: (that little 😡) “Here Honey, I know that you can’t talk to him, but maybe you can still learn something about him! I brought his laptop.”

MC: gasp “Really!”

Vincent: “Yeah! Such as this 3 Terabyte file titled ‘My Beloved’, isn’t that swe-AAHHHH!!”

MC turns around and sees that Leon threw a chair at Vincent to prevent him from opening the file. He then returns to being comatose.

MC: wtf

I imagine Leon's spirit being like:

"MC! MC, don't worry! I'll wake up eventually! Please don't cry!"

"Huh? You wanted to tell me something? Tell me! Tell me! I'll hear you, tell me!"

"Why's Vincent here?! Oi, tell him to leave! Your company is well enough."

"I-is that my laptop? Why does he have that? How does he know the password?!"

*as Vincent's about to open the file*

"OH F*CK NO!"

And he just has enough power to repossess his body and throw the chair.

#syvnh #stuck in a yandere visual novel...help #stuckinyanvn #syvnh mc #syvnh leon #syvnh newt #writing

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genshinology · 3 years ago

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PETALS. diluc

pairing; diluc x gn!reader

genre; modern au, hanahaki au, unrequited love au and some angsty stuff.

word count; 1.5k

summary; they said petals were the major factor that distinguished a beautiful flower from the others, but the feeling from the petals inside you said otherwise, it was neither good nor beautiful, it was painful.

warnings; tw : blood and mentions of death, reader is tired with their life (don't worry, no harmful expressions or suicidal thoughts), potential angst + this turns out a little bit dark somewhere in the middle so please, proceed with caution. if you feel uncomfy, stop reading.

notes; i hate how this one turns out lmao. might be my least favourite out of all things i've ever written. for the last time, do read the warnings above!

you eyed diluc from afar, a question repeating itself inside your head all too much for a day.

how should you tell diluc about this?

a heavy sigh managed to escape from your lips, the tightening sensation inside your chest was becoming too much to bear at this point. sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes you would feel super hard to breathe properly and in the worst case scenario, you ended up coughing the petals you often would cry seeing them tinted with blood.

in fact, those are from diluc's favourite flower, the calla lilly.

"what are you staring at?" diluc's deep voice startled you from your thoughts, bringing you back to the reality when your chest constricted, the flowers within bloom too well, too pretty for your own health but being close with him all these years made you knew how to put on a facade that could barricade your vulnerability, feeling and disease away from him.

"uh.. nothing," you tried to change the subject but was met instead with a dead end. diluc decided to finally sit beside you, his face was stoic enough for a passer-by to think that he wasn't your friend but you could see yourself with how he curiously staring at you, "y/n, look at me."

was that really necessary? looking at him would be the last option you would do after the disease kept on getting worse for the past month. you'd tried avoiding the pain, the feelings that started all these horrible things and at least, tried to keep up on your progress of ignoring the person beside you.

but with everything you'd done to get rid of your growing pain, you found yourself stumbling across his path more often than before.

why did he, out of everyone you knew, was the one you hopelessly had feelings for?

"look at me," flinching when you felt his hands on your shoulder, the other took your cheek to finally meet his eyes, a question too hard for you resurfacing, "why do you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?" even his barely, little touch on your face made you almost wincing in pain, and you darted your eyes away from his worried gaze.

what should you answer? diluc was in the middle of preparing his marriage with the girl he engaged for almost a year and they finally decided to cut the chase, and you definitely wouldn't want to answer him honestly.

you wanted diluc to be happy, and making him worried about your state as your best friend wouldn't going to happen, at all.

your brain malfunctioned, just what response would be the most suitable to give out? it was hard to think thoroughly, not when the man in question was literally touching your shoulders and looking at you with a gaze that you knew you would fall sick the moment you embraced it although your heart was raging to see and feel him simultaneously.

so you gave what was the best, for you and for him, "nothing, really."

the glint in his eyes turned somewhat stiffer, and here you thought he was already expressionless as he was, "don't hide it from me, please," he pleaded gently.

"diluc," you pushed his hands away from you, too much for you to bear, "there are some things you shouldn't know, even if you are my best friend," the last two bitter words hit your chest, almost made you teared up at the sudden pain.

he was your best friend, and it should have stayed that way, even for his own sake.

getting up from the bench, foolishly stumbled upon your own foot, diluc was quick enough to catch you, and although the arm on your waist felt nice, you knew it wasn't the best for you so you pulled away, saying your goodbye for the day.

the invitation letter covered in red, somehow soaked up in water on the bathroom tile.

you didn't mean to do that.

a tear escaped from the corner of your eyes, as your throat constricting, your stomach churned so bad, you didn't want to pass out, but the petals kept on pouring out from your mouth, as you stared at the destroyed letter on the floor.

you didn't mean to cough up blood on that envelope and the piece of writing within, the moment your hand reached the letter, you finally broke in tears, ignoring your messy state and your once white shirt, and the overall suffocating air inside the bathroom, you picked it up.

the letter was ruined, and it all because of your disease.

"n-no.." trying to keep the current condition of the letter was hard, especially when you were battling to not indulge in your disease, the letter was from your best friend, there was no way you would throw it away, even if it pained you to see the name of your friend along with that girl imprinted on the same paper.

hands shaking, you tried to get up, with the letter in hand, only to feel your legs being so light, your body was too heavy that you fell, yet again.

the back of your head hit the sink, you felt so light-headed, you couldn't figure out if the wet, liquidy feeling behind you was from your blood or the sink water.

why did you look so pathetic?

there was no point in trying to tell yourself to stay strong, there was no point in deciding to remove the disease or to die, you would rather cherish the precious memories you had since childhood than forgetting your diluc, the only best friend you'd ever had.

maybe death wouldn't be so bad now that you thought of it, right?

"y/n!" the faint scream of someone calling your name made your tears kept on streaming down your face, you must had looked super terrible, unknowingly gripped the letter in your palm too hard to ease all your pain.

"what happened to you?" the blurry vision didn't hold you back, you knew it was diluc. as to how he entered your house, you didn't know, maybe you forgot to lock your front door, or maybe because diluc had a spare key somewhere with him.

"oh my god," the sight of you, being so helpless and cold and alone made him suddenly felt the same fear he once felt for his father.

"hey, look at me," he was too close, too close for your own worsened state. the worried in his tone made you coughed up once again, and diluc widened his eyes, "who is it?" he looked around in horror, the bloody petals, the way you didn't even say a word back to him made him felt so stupid, why did you never tell him about this?

why? why now? when you were one of the humans he possibly opened up during his whole life, why?

thousands of questions ran through his mind, he wiped away your non-stop tears, even his hands were covered with your blood, and the sight made him almost broke.

how on earth did he know this only now? how—oh.

the familiar piece of paper in your hand, crumpled and covered in his best friend blood, only for diluc to pull you more into him, trembling and weak against his body, too vulnerable, unlike you who he knew all his life.

he was contemplating with himself, "did i... you..." he couldn't finish his sentence, all pieces came in together now, why you ignored him, why you became so distant, it all clicked in his mind.

he mentally blamed his eyes for wandered off your face and saw the letter in your hand, shocked to see you being like this because of him, and feared to lose you at the same time.

all emotions came to him at once. angry, disappointed, guilty, but what struck him the most was definitely fear.

you couldn't open your mouth, tears trickling faster than before, because of how diluc pulled you into him, giving you a comforting hug, you knew he couldn't reciprocate the feeling, he wouldn't.

he hushed you, "i'm sorry," you cried, his vest now covered in your tears and your blood, he felt sick seeing you like this, too broken and lost.

you didn't deserve him.

and before you finally blacked out in his amrs, you saw diluc held you gently, and maybe, he cried.

"congratulations!" you beamed happily at the newlywed couple in front of you.

"thank you, y/n," the girl in the wedding dress reciprocate your hug towards her.

"diluc, please take a good care of your wife, i'm so happy for the both of you," you gave a smile to the man in front of you, but you were then greeted with his stoic face, you couldn't comprehend his feeling right now. well, he might be over the moon, it was his wedding day after all.

"i have to go now, it has been a pleasure to attend your wedding."

if only you knew, that diluc missed you as his best friend, but now, he was a mere stranger to you.

you had forgotten him, of course he knew the consequence when he brought you to the hospital.

at least he wouldn't see you dead.

maybe it was the best for the both of you.

goodbye, y/n.

#diluc x reader #diluc imagines #diluc scenarios #diluc angst #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #gensin impact angst #.writings

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