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steaksex · 1 year ago
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Yiu guys are so lucky im too lazy to learn enough anatomy to draw raunchy pictures of my ocs. Im making a new one and half of his existence is for me to give him a voyeurism kink and the other half of his reason for existing is him having a big gushy sloppy wet pussy with a cute twitchy tdick and for him to get so overstimulated he cries over the dumbest things. Actually now that im saying this you guys should be begging mw to improve so i can draw this
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my3rzs · 2 years ago
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could i have a xavier thorpe request with an established relationship and the reader gets injured by the hyde or during the fight with crackstone? Thank you im just a sucker for angst.
KEEP YOU SAFE | x.t x fem!reader
summary: after getting a fight with xavier, you get injured
notice: she/her pronouns, swearing, reader gets hurt, overprotective xavier? bianca and xavier were never together, bianca is not a bully in here (i think thats all)
pairing: xavier thorpe x reader
a/n: i spent maybe 5 mins brainstorming abt the summary :’), but reblogs would help and im literally too embarrassed to read this so i could proofread it but enjoy lol, but check the hashtag #xavizgirl so you can see all my works there ahaha
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you and xavier had a fight last week and you haven’t talked to him ever since because he was jealous of a guy he saw you walking to class with,
though it was really stupid, you have to admit you did miss him a lot, you missed his stupid face, how he peppered you with kisses, how he handed you paintings of yourself or one of your favorite things you told him about, cuddling with him almost every night, you just miss him in general.
“hey, do you wanna hang out today? maybe go shopping?” bianca asks
you were too busy staring at a picture with xavier and you in it,
“huh?” you asked cluelessly as you heard muffled noises from her mouth
“let me guess, xavier? you’ve been ranting about the fight between you two for about a week, ya know?” the siren stated
“he’s just so stupid, he didn’t even let me finish what i was trying to say after he pulled me off the fucking guy!” you explained
“well, maybe you should just try confronting the boy. who knows you two just need to talk?” she answers
“well maybe i could do that, but what am i gonna say to him? it’s gonna be so awkward” you whined
“just explain how you’ve been feeling about the fight, how you barely know the guy, and stuff, but it has to be sincere and it has to come from your heart” she advised
“i’ll try my best, thank you bianca, i really owe you for this one okay?” you gave her a smile
“goodluck, y/n!” she gave you a thumbs up
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you pulled out your phone go text xavier,,
y/n: hey can we talk?
xay: uh sure? why?
y/n: can we plz just talk
xay: ok, when and where
y/n: like rn, and maybe our spot in the woods
xay: ok be there rn
you hearted his message and put your cellphone into your pocket, you were walking in the forest so that you could meed up with xavier and make things right until a large, hairy, grey, big eyes, bloodshot monster stumbled you over, it looked like a beast or some sort of creature. it trapped you and before you knew it, it’s claw’s scratched your skin through your clothes twice and you were a literal bleeding mess. you tried to run as fast as you could and tried to grab your phone so that you could call an ambulance or xavier but realized you have dropped it while running, and that was all you remembered.
xavier was still waiting for you and he was starting to get impatient and think he was getting pranked, he has texted you nonstop and sent you calls but it kept going to voicemail, eventually.. he gave up and tried to go back to nevemore but he saw your unconscious body and you were bleeding.
“y/n? what the fuck!” he screamed as he saw you
“everything’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine” he said running to your body panicking and immediately called the ambulance
once they have arrived they took you into the truck, while xavier was so awfully worried and kept blaming himself while pacing, bianca and ajax walked up to him and asked what happened,
“it’s y/n.. she got fucking attacked!” the artist cursed
“hey, it’s gonna be alright, okay? the nurses and doctors are gonna make sure she’s gonna make it” ajax calms him down
“and besides, we can also visit her. dont worry, we’re all here for you xavier” the siren added
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it has been 3 weeks and you still haven’t woken up, xavier was so stressed, his lips are so dry, he looked like he hasn’t eaten in about a week, and he has very dark eye bags, it was the weekend and he decided to go visit you.
he opened the door and saw that you still haven’t woken up, he sighed and put one of his letters on the table.
“i miss you” he muttered while grabbing your cold hands
“it’s all my fault” the blonde boy sighs
you opened your eyes slowly and saw him tearing up a bit, “xavi..?” you say
“y/n! you’re awake!” he looked up and saw that you were awake so he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve.
“were you crying, xavi?” you asked and tried to sit up and but felt a pain in your stomach and hissed in pain,,
“fuck!” you cried
“hey, hey, hey, the doctors say your stomach is still not okay, so they don’t recommend sitting for now, yeah? but they say it will heal a bit fast, so you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he dodged your question
“xavi.. you’re ignoring my question” you gave him a frown
“i’m not crying, silly. and even if i was it wouldn’t matter, we need to focus on you right now, bubs” he points to you
“and i kinda want to apologize, for you know.. being jealous and overprotective, i’m the reason you got here..” he says
“don’t blame yourself, i should’ve waited for the next day” you chucked reaching out for his hand
he held your hand and kissed your forehead, “i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise i’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” he assured
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i didnt know how to end this and got lazy ahahaha
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scarlet-ancunin · 7 months ago
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Omg i know Astarion is a Vampire and all but, can you do a headcanon or one-shot with Astarion denying he is sick but he is Tav see's it his companions see it and they do little things to make him feel better even if he denies it. Thank you so much
A/n: heh interesting I'll make it happen *cracks knuckles to regret it later*
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I'm A Vampire, Forever Healthy
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Everyone in the group was sick.... in the head due to your undying fiend living in your brain.
But luck was on your side and your companions side since no one seem to get the symptoms of becoming a mindflayer. You learned that day to count your blessings.
You met some interesting people along the way to a one in particular caught your interest more. A pale elf who you found out was a vampire spawn, who also happened to greet you in a unique way. A knife to your throat.
You chuckle at the memories by the camp fire while everyone else talked about random things. But you notice one member missing from you little band of misfits the vampire spawn. 'Hm?' You thought to yourself.
Turned out Astarion was acting a little strange sitting inside his tent sipping some wine which looks more along the lines of blood but he looked slightly.... out of it.
"Astarion are you okay? You look a little pale" you said before realizing what you said doing a mental facepalm
"Obviously darling last i checked im a vampire spawn comes with the territory" he sneers.
You winced "i mean paler than normal hows that are you feeling well?" You asked and Astarion waves you off dismissively "im fine, no meed to worry thay pretty head of yours" he said smoothly.
You drop it but something in your gut tells you. The man is clearly lying.
Next time it happens you watched Gale dodge a stray lightning arrow that Astarion let out making him turn to scold Astarion but noticed the man was holding his head pain etched in his features.
Gale made it his business to hunt down two boars amd drained it perfectly into two jars and walked over to him in camp holding the two jars "i believe you need some nourishment my friend so i took the liberty of draining the boars i caught for dinner so enjoy"
Astarion looked up his elf ears twitching lightly surprised and he was going to respond with a snarky remark but it was a nice gesture. But he didn't need to be owing anyone favor but Gale spoke up "our deal is try to stay healthy so you wont shock me" he chuckles and walked away.
The next time was when they entered a cave Astarion was shivering and his body just felt awful he didn't think typical weather can effect him. What in the hells was going on. He was thinking until Karlach stood beside him "hey Fangs you okay? Shivering like a leaf over here" Astarion scowls "im fine just.. just saw something- um disgusting" Karlach rolled her eyes not beliving him but mentioned you was making camp soon
When everyone turned it Karlach saw Astarion was struggling to meditate because he felt awful still and cold. He didn't hear when Karlach came over and simply sat next to him her body heat was welcoming but Astarion still scowls "i said im fine-" "easy fangs im just sitting here because gale is snoring"
If Astarion wasn't feeling terrible he wouldn't have believed such a deception. But he did and huffs "fine"
After a few moments Karlach felt a weight on her shoulder before looking at down to see Astarion head was on her shoulder slipping into a light meditative state.
You had the last stray and glare at Astarion the team behind you "Astarion your sick and your going to rest and be taken care of understand"
Astarion was taken aback "sick what do you mean im sick, im a vampire forever Healthy" he sticks his head up in resentment, much to his protesting headache.
You frown "please let us help you its clear you feel aweful and i-.... um" you look away having a faint blush since you never really told Astarion how you felt since he probably wouldn't believe you.
Then Karlach steps in "you see Fangs, this one care about you alot more than you think. And they want to see you okay get it?"
Astarion looked over at You and gave you a blank stare before sighing in defeat. "Alright fine, but you better not mention this little group meeting to everyone else" he complained and their little band chuckles quietly agreeing.
Later that night you made it your business to remain in his tent tending to him and even stayed back to keep Astarion company until he was on his toes again and when he was fully healed he pulled you in for a timid kiss before smirking.
"This is a gift, i won't forget it" he said softly holding your hand
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A/n: he got everyone sick later one oops.
Requests are open for our favorite vampire spawn 🥺💞 thank you everyone hope you liked it.
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lqfiles · 3 months ago
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OH WHEN I SEE U ITS ON SIGHTTTT TELL ME WHY A TEAR JUST FELL DOWN MY FACE… this might be the best thing to exist. i love u pls never stop writing.. wait omg this reminded me of that one chenle tweet if u dk what im talking abt ill send it in dms but OKAY WAIT. LIKE ACTUALLY? FIRST OF ALL THE JAEMIN AND KARINA POSSIBLE FRIENDSHIP? THE JIMIN AND MINJEONG FRUITINESS? JAEHYUN? THE NOTE? THE FUCKING KISSSS ????? WHAAAATTT 😧😧 chat this might be a wild claim.. considering stg is like so special to me.. but im starting to believe that……. ptp>stg 😧
talking abt stg i might reread it why am i coming after that masterpiece so casually
it immediately reminded me of haechans birthday note to mark have u seen that omg i ws crying over that shit 💔💔
but ERM!! how r uu?? i hope youve been doing well <3 im both so happy and so upset that summer is ending.. like YES get me out of this suffocating heat but like NO i dont want to start school.. but maybe when i start school i can actually start working on stuff and stop rotting everyday.. idk. letting that chapter marinate is absolutely evil btw 😭
love u smmm 💗💗!!
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YOURE SO SWEET PLS 😭😭😭 i’ll hopefully not stop writing anytime soon since i still got the inspiration atm but thank you bae 🥹 PLEASE SEND ME THE YWEET I MEED TO KNOW WHAT YOURE REFERENCING
AAAAHHHH glad you pointed out the jaemin karina part like i was so happy writing them trying to get along and work together just for the sake of mc 🥹🥹🥺🥺 I LOVE JIMINJEONG karina loves her too it seems.. I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS CJAPTER TBH definitely the one i was looking forward to the most
I CANT LIE YEAH i remember at the start i was like noooo ptp could never compare to stg but i’m starting to fear it might be true IN SOME ASPECTS, mainly the plot since i feel like this plot got a lot more depth to it, maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re enemies to lovers while stg was strangers to lovers but idk she has been clearing her a bit these days… THE WAY I WAS PLANNING ON REREADING IT TOO LIKE THIS QUEEEENNJ 😓 also yes i seen the message haechan wrote to mark arghhh my mahae..
ME TOO ME TOO it’s crazy how quick summer has gone by, i feel like time is flying 😭 i’ve been doing nothing tho, i really should start making the most out of these few last weeks tho, so i’ll try doing that. AND WE ARE BACK DONT WORRY i quickly wrote the next chapter and here we are!!!
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arc-misadventures · 2 years ago
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your ship has to deliver some notes to jeanne, how does she react when she/he finds this:
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School Notes
Pyrros: Yin… Why the hell are you here?
Yin: What…? Why so mean, Pretty Boy?
Pyrros: Maybe it has to do something with the fact you’re here, offering me, ‘help.’
Yin: What’s so wrong with that? Can’t I help you out?
Pyrros: I don’t need your help. Jeanne is sick, and she may have missed class today, but she’s my roommate, and my partner. I don’t need your help to give her papers about our classes, and our missing assignments.
Yin: Hey! I’m worried about my friend! I want to make sure she’s okay. Is there anything wrong with that?
Pyrros: We both know that’s not true…
Yin: …
Yin: Fine, it’s not the truth, but it’s mostly true… I do want to see, if she’s okay. You’re not the only one who cares for her. And, you don’t have squatters rights over her…
Pyrros: Squatters rights?! You’ve got to be kidding me?! I won’t lie, I’m protective of her, but who isn’t?! And, I don’t have sole ownership over her, she belongs to herself! Not me, and especially not you!
Yin: Same to you pal! If I don’t have her, then neither do…?!
(Creak…)
Jeanne: Haa… Can you two keep it down? Its only making my head ache worse…
Pyrros: Oh shit… Sorry… Jeeeeee…
Yin: Sorry: We didnnnnnnnn…
Jeanne: Haa… Make sure you do then… Hmm? What are you doing here, Yin.
Yin: …
Jeanne: Yin…?
Yin: Ahem! Ya! Ah-hum! S-Sorry… I-I heard you weren’t feeling well… S-So I thought I come to check up on you…
Jeanne: Oh… Thanks, Yin…
Yin: N-No problem!
Yin: Dude! Does she always dress like this?!
Pyrros: She usually wears big baggy shirts, and pants! I’ve never seen her wear this before!
Jeanne: Is… Ohh my head… Is there something wrong…?
Pyrros: N-Nothing! W-We’ve just never seen you dressed like this before is all!
Jeanne: Oh this…? I was feeling too hot, so I decided to wear less so I could cool down a bit…
Yin: D-Don’t you think you’re wearing… T-Too little…?
Pyrros: And, too tight…
Jeanne: Oh, this… I’m used to wearing this much… At home the summer can get so hot that even wearing this much can feel like I’m not wearing enough… I get all sweaty, and sticky… And, my clothes just stick to me like a second skin… haa… I hate the summer…
Pyrros: How long till it’s summer…?
Yin: Two months…
Pyrros: I don’t think I can wait that long!
Yin: Me neither!
Pyrros: D-Don’t you think people might… stare at you if you… l-look like this…?
Yin: Aren’t you worried some creep will see you?
Pyrros: Like we let them live long enough to see her like this…
Yin: Amen to that…
Jeanne: Do you honestly think I’m going to let people see me like this?
Pyrros: Of course not!
Yin: We’re just concerned if something happened to you that’s all!
Pyrros: Plus, you seem to be fine letting us see you like this? So…?
Jeanne: Oh? Well… I’m used to guys me seeing like this…
YP: You what?!
Jeanne: Yeah… my brothers see me like this all the time, so I’m used to this…
Yin: Grk!!!
Pyrros: We just got brozoned…
Yin: Oh… Oh that hurts…
Jeanne: I would have gone topless if they kept on barging me into my room all the time…
Pyrros: Oh gods…
Yin: I’d die a happy man…
Jeanne: Well… the throwing knives put an end to that after a while…
Pyrros: The what now?
Yin: You have throwing knives?!
Jeanne: Yeah, keep them on me all the time, just in case… Haa… Ugh, my head…
Pyrros: Where do you keep those knives, I’ve never seen you wear them.
Jeanne: Of course not… I keep them in their sheaths strapped to my thighs under my skirt. Nobody even knows they’re there, so why would they be looking for them?
Pyrros: I’m going to be looking for them…
Yin: How many can she strap to those thic, juicy thighs…?
Jeanne: I meed to practice throwing them… Hmm… What’s that in your hands, Pyr?
Pyrros: Hmm? Oh! O-Our homework!
Jeanne: Oh thanks… I’ll try, and work on this later. If my head stop hurting.
Yin: I-I-I can help you if you want!
Pyrros: She doesn’t need a muscle head like you to help her out…!
Yin: You want to say that again, Pretty Boy?
Jeanne: Huw… Cool… I’ll probably need that since I wasn’t there for the lessons… Ugh… I’m going to take a shower, and cool off…
Yin: Need some help?! Ooph…?! Hey, why did you do that?!
Pyrros: Do I need to answer that…?! Use your head, not that head?!
Yin: …
Yin: Shit… The hell was I saying…?!
Pyrros: Ya think?! Ignore him, Jeanne, he’s just thinking… Thinking…
Yin: Oh gods…
Jeanne: Ugh… That felt like peeling off my skin, I hate wearing a shirt when I’m drenched in sweat… Haa… This feels a little better…
Yin: Those back muscles…
Pyrros: We really shouldn’t be looking…
Yin: How the hell do you expect us to not look away from this?!
Pyrros; I have no I…?!
(Slam!)
Yin: What the…?! Haaa…
Pyrros: Who shut the…?! Haaa…
Yin: Eh…? W-What the? Why do I feel so… calm…?
Pyrros: Yeah… That was weird… And, so suddenly…?
Yin: What the hell happened?!
Rin: I happened.
Pyrros: Ahh?!
Yin: The hell?!
Pyrros: Rin?! When did you get here?!
Yin: And, what did you do to us?!
Rin: About a minute ago; me an Nora arrived here to see you two gawking at, Jeanne. So while I… helped you calm down, Nora closed the door so you’d stop peaking on, Jeanne.
Pyrros: But, how did you…?! why do I feel so numb?
Rin: My semblance allows me to calms a person, or myself down to the point where they feel no emotions at all. So much so I could make you hide from a Grimm mere five feet away. And, considering how you two were acting… I think you two needed to cool down… A lot…
Yin: Talk about being blue balled…
Pyrros: That’s precisely why she did it!
Yin: But, still!
Rin: Haa… Hormonal teenage boys… Yin, make somw room for, Pyrros; he’ll be bunking with you guys for the next little while.
Pyrros: What? But, why?
Rin: Take a guess.
(Rin, opened the door, and quickly closed the door behind her.)
Pyrros: …
Yin: …
Pyrros: So…?!
(The door suddenly opened, and a bag of was thrown at Pyrros, as they looked back to see a smiling, Nora.)
Nora: Here’s a bag with your stuff in it, Pyr-Pyr! Hope you have fun with, Team RWBY!
Pyrros: T-Thanks, Nora…
Nora: If you need anything else, let us know okay?
Pyrros: Will do, Nora.
Nora: Oh, by-the-by boys!
YP: Yes?
Nora: If you dare try, and take a peak on, Jeanne; I’ll break your leg~! Okay?!
Yin: D-Don’t you mean legs?
Nora: …
Yin: Wait…?!
Pyrros: Did you peak on us?!
Nora: Oh relax; I peak on everyone~!
(Slam.)
Yin: …
Pyrros: …
Yin: Pyrros… Your team… Your team is scary…
Pyrros: Yeah… yeah pretty much…
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harrysmimi · 3 years ago
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Lovely
Chapter 13: Sudden Change
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It was the next day.
Harry came back home last night and straight away went to bed. He was excited to see Hebe, and her Mummy too. He jolted up and rushed to get ready when YN sent him a voice note of Hebe inviting him over for breakfast.
"Hey, bestie! Mummy made waffles fo' bweakfas' pwease come over? There stwa'berries too! An' chocowate too!" Hebe voice rang through his bedroom when he played it. He swore he heard YN chuckling in the back when Hebe said "thank you Mummy. I call Bestie." And the voice note ended.
How is his daughter so smart?
Well, her Mummy is very smart, there should not be surprise that her daughter would be smart too. Harry wanted to know how Hebe learned to send voice notes now!
When Harry to YN's, he saw the little boy who he reckoned is Alvin. And a guy who looked to be around his age dropping off a little girl who he reckoned is Macy.
"Oh hello, Harry!" The guy greeted Harry. "I am Darren, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Harry reciprocated.
"YN, I am so sorry. But I'll be back in a few hours." Darren said to YN. "Her mom is busy too, or she would have taken her."
"It's fine Darren, don't worry about her. Macy is going to have fun at the, right?" YN smiled at the little blonde girl.
"Yes!" She squealed.
"Macy!" Hebe came running out and hugged her friend. Harry's heart melted at the scene.
"I'll come and get her in a few. Macy please be a good girl okay?" Darren said to his daughter. He bafe bye to YN as well before he left.
"Who wants waffles?" YN asked. All the kids screamed me as they all ran inside. "Are you going to stand here?"
"Huh?" Harry was so lost somewhere that he didn't listen to her. "Sorry, what?"
"Are you going to stand here?" YN repeated her question.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry." Harry realised he was still outside the door. He went in and found kids already by the coffee table in the living room, a bunch of cut up fruits were kept on thete with waffles, honey, maple syrup, and chocolate syrup there.
They all had their breakfast at the coffee table. And they went to the beach as they planned.
Harry didn't know how YN was going to be looking after three toddlers, but they seem pretty chill. They were playing in sand wearing their little swimsuits and Alvin had his shorts on. YN sat there watching over the kids by their stuff they brought out, a bunch of beach toys and snacks for later. Kids were not in the water so they were all safe, and Harry was there with the kids.
YN swore he have some sort of potion he drink that he doesn't age. He have to Hawaiian shirt on with his swimming shorts. She still finds him as pretty as before, or even prettier if that's even possible. He looks a little bulkier, like he's been working out a lot.
Yes, she was admiring him from far away. It has been very hard for her to move on from him. Maybe because she never got a closure from him. Heck, he even ran away from talking about they stand in their weird relationship three years ago. She isn't expecting a closure from him. She is still very, very much in love with him, she have a part of him with her for her life. She doubts she will ever get over him. She really have lost all her will and reasons to live now, she was just so alone but she have to be here for her daughter. It was getting a bit tiring to put up a happy-happy face in front of her daughter all the time. She is just a toddler she doesn't meed to know what is her Mummy going through now. YN was happy at least her dad was showing an interest in being involved in her life, but she still doubts him. A teeny bit, but the doubt is still there.
One of the many reasons she is avoiding Harry is that she is afraid. Afraid to fall in love with him again. It was so, so easy for her to fall for him the first time. It would take half of that for her fall for him again. She doesn't want that, not whilst he's being rumoured to be on-and-off with his girlfriend.
Whatever they had for those entire nine months meant every thing to her. Even if he avoided the conversation every time. Those were best nine months of her life. She wouldn't go back and change it even if she hot the chance to. She still wonders why he avoided the conversation every time she tried to bring it up. It still ate her inside out.
"Aunty YN?" Alvin came up to YN.
"Yes honey?" YN looked at the boy.
"Can I have some water pwease?" He asked, picking up a water bottle from their snacks stash.
"Of course, you don't have to ask for that. You want me to open it for you?" YN offered.
"Mhmm!" He nodded. "Thank you!"
"Mummy I wan' water too!" Hebe came there. And so did Macy.
"Don't drink too much, okay?" YN said, they have been playing under sun for a good few hours now. It isn't good for the kids to be chugging down water.
"You can have more in a few minutes okay?" YN stopped the kids. "Sit down under the shade for a couple of minutes then you all can go and play again."
"Yes!" Macy nodded.
"I go call Bestie!" Alvin said. Him and Macy have been calling him that too because of Hebe. He ran to Harry and brought him over to where they had their beach umbrella. Macy was sitting on YN's lap sharing snacks with Hebe and Alvin. They started fighting over cashews.
"Uh-huh!" YN stepped in. "No fighting!"
"They won' share!" Alvin complained.
"Hebe, Macy. Come on, don't you want to share? Alvin will share his snacks too!" YN said.
"Mhmm!" Alvin nodded.
Harry was shamelessly admiring his daughter's mother sitting there looking all pretty and sorting out the kids who were fighting over some cashews. Like come on! He is still madly in love with her. Yes it was his fault he was being a pussy and did not confessed his love for her soon enough. If he was brave enough to do that, everything would be so much more different now! Maybe she'd be his wife. Hebe would be calling him Papa and not Bestie. They'd be living together. He'd have a place to call his home where he could go back to snuggle with his girls, take them both out on dates. Maybe he'd be there by her side and watch her grow in her career as director. He remembered watching her win her first Oscar for her directing this year so proudly. He was balling his eyes out at home watching her cry her happy tears on his TV. He was alone at his place that night so no one saw him being a sap.
YN is just straight up ignoring him now. She doesn't have to do anything with him. She clearly meant business, and that was him just being involved in Hebe's upbringing. He have no idea how she is living so alone. He is been so lonely without her. Those nine months, when they had their little thing were the best days of his life. He was away from his family but he had found somewhere to call his home here.
Now that he have got his shit together. He isn't part of the family he wished he had his whole life. He is going to be co-parenting his daughter with her mother. He doesn't think he can fall for anyone else or be with anyone else. He's had a few flings here and there, he was trying to move on but he couldn't. He is stuck in one place. A closure wouldn't help either. He was going to die single!
She looks so pretty in her sundress and her hair pulled back from her face with a small clip.
Wait...
That's her sunflower dress he liked so much! She still have it.
Every time she wore that dress he really couldn't keep his hands off her. She still kept the dress. Well, he still have the shirt she always wore in the mornings their love making. She'd pick out the same shirt every time from his closet and put it on.
He had a fun day with Hebe. She's warmed up to him by now. Later in after they went back in and had their lunch. YN made amazing lunch for the kids, she's gotten very good at cooking. She gave the kids a cookie each after lunch and they went to play at Hebe's play area.
"What? You want one too?" YN asked as she noticed Harry staring at her.
"I'm good thank you." He chuckled.
"Kids, no fighting okay?"
"Yes Mummy!" Hebe called.
"You need any help here?" Harry asked following YN in kitchen taking the dirty dishes from table.
"No, I am good." YN took the dishes from him and put them in the sink. "I think you should go now Harry."
"Why are you always kicking me out?" He asked and jumped up to sit on the counter. YN glanced at the kids once, they were making a lot of noise there.
"Don't you have work?" She asked.
"You're being rude." He pointed out.
"I don't care." She took off her rings and started washing up the dishes and putting them in the dish washer. She does care, she's just telling that to herself.
"Mhmm." He nodded.
YN just shook her head. How can he be teasing her right now? She seriously doesn't find anything about it funny.
"Hey!" He complained when cold water from the tap splashed on him.
"Get down from there then! Who asked you sit there?" YN scolded. She didn't do that intentionally, if she were to he'd be all drenched in water now.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked. "Come on stop ignoring me, I'm sitting right here!"
"Why do you want to know what I'm doing tonight Harry?" She sighed.
"I want to hang with you. Just us. Can someone please watch Hebe?" He asked.
"No!" She deadpanned.
"Don't you want to fix this, lovely? Please we need to talk for that. I want to fix this!" He requested.
YN's heart skipped a beat at his old nickname for her.
"There was nothing to fix in the first place. And don't call me that!"
"There was!"
"Yeah? Really? What?" YN glanced at him, sarcasm dripping down her words.
"I'm in love with you."
"Huh!" She scoffed.
"You think it's a joke, lovely?" He squinted his eyes at her.
"No, you think it's a joke." She accused, "and quit calling me that, I swear to god!"
"It was never a joke to me, nor it is now! We have a daughter together, YN." He said.
"I am very well aware of that. I gave birth to her. Alone. It was a lot of fun, you know!" She smiled sarcastically as she close the dish washer.
"Now you're fucking with me, can you please take me seriously for a moment?"
"If want to argue Harry, the door is right there." She pointed at the main door behind him. "And don't cuss in my house when kids are around!"
"You know I thought you were not like other men. But I was wrong! Very. Very wrong! You're just acting the other men! And now I am contemplating whether or not you should be around my daughter." She ranted continuing her work, taking out her anger on things, now her victim was the poor trash can.
He was now seriously reminding her of two horrible men who were part of her life. And it was pissing her off.
Harry let out a sigh, calming himself. "I am sorry, lovie. Please. I am so sorry."
He swore he heart his heart breaking in his chest watching her eyes tear up. She took in deep breath holding her tears back. He was about to continue but the door bell went off. She went to get it.
"Macy, princess your dad is here. You want to go?" YN called for the little blonde girl. Harry watched her blue eyes lit up in excitement.
"Daddy!" She ran out to the door in instant, calling for her father.
Oh how he wished Hebe would address him as her father!
"Alvin, come on pup!" He heard another young lady who walk in. He assumed she was Alvin's mother, YN's friend.
"Aunty Cam!" Hebe got excited and the kids ran towards her.
"Did Macy leave with her dad?" Hebe's Aunty Cam asked to YN.
"Yeah, he said he is taking her out on a little daddy-daughter date so she went with him." YN chuckled.
"Can I—" Camryn stopped once she noticed Harry in the kitchen. She looked back and forth between him and YN with wide eyes, he just smiled his awkward thin lipped smile to her.
"I'll tell you everything later. Take her with you." YN whisper to Camryn but Harry heard it.
"You want to bake cupcakes kiddos?" Camryn asked.
"Mummy can Hebe go?" Hebe looked up at her mother.
"Yes! Of course!" YN nodded.
"Yay!" Hebe celebrated, "Wess go, Aunty Cam!"
"Alright, alright slow down!" Both the kids dragged the blonde lady out. YN sighed and looked at Harry.
"Hi!" He waved at her.
"Bye?" She gestured at her door. "Harry look I am pissed off right now. I don't want to be around anyone, or I'll be in jail for a count of murder right now." She went back to carry out her house chores putting away the left over in fridge.
Harry looked around the kitchen, "I see no knives here. Unless you mixed something in my food."
"I wish!" She rolled her eyes closing the fridge door. She gasped when Harry held her hand and put her on the kitchen island caging her. "What is this behaviour Harry?"
"You won't talk to me!"
"How does that feel huh? How does it feel to be ignored?" She scoffed trying to push him away but he's obviously stronger than her and bigger than her.
"What do you mean darling? I never ignored you..." His voice soft all of sudden. He looked... scared almost.
Is he seriously this forget full? Didn't he get calls and texts?
"Come on, lovie, please talk to me. You don't know how I have spent these past three years. Please, let's just fix this? For us?" His eyes had a glossy sheen on them now.
"There is no us, our or we between you and I, Harry. There was nothing to begin with." She shook her head. "You don't know how we, Hebe and I have been these past two years! You can't do this when you were so consumed by your ego to ghost me."
"Darling, I'd never ghost you." Harry took her hands in his.
"You did Harry, don't fucking lie about it." She defended.
"I promise, baby, I never ghosted you. Nor I'd do that." He was so clueless.
"You didn't get any of my texts or calls Harry, huh?" A single tears made it's way down her left eyes.
"I swear YN, I did not get any texts from you darling. Trust me. I'd never ghost you. I was dying to see you after you moved out of your flat, I didn't know where you were living." He explained, he really had no idea what she is talking, he would never ghost anyone. Especially her when he knew he was pregnant with his baby. "You were pregnant with our daughter YN, I wouldn't ghost you like that!"
"But you did!" Her voice raised an octave. Harry pulled out his phone.
"You can check yourself." He unlocked his phone, "haven't changed my phone, or number, I still have your old contact saved." He pulled up her old contact number and their text history.
He had texted her old number six months ago asking if it's still her number, but the person who now own her number said it isn't and blocked him. He locked his phone back and kept it on the counter next to her.
"I would never do that, lovely. Not to you, ever!" He looked so very guilty.
"What if you deleted those Harry? I don't trust you. Because I have the texts too!" She said.
"Trust me please, I'd never do that."
"Then why did you asked for the paternity test?" She brought it up.
"I told you, I had shit going on. You know, I've had few ladies reach out to me claiming I fathered their babies. But it wasn't true. It wasn't—" YN interrupted me.
"You think so low of me!" She stated. "You know you were the only one who I was having sex with Harry, and we were in middle of a fucking world wide pandemic!"
"I know, I know!" He rushed, "I know YN. I got scared, trust me. I was. You didn't know what media is like back then. I was worried about you lovie. You know now what it is like, don't you? I love you, I care for you. A lot!"
"Trust me, I had this thing going on with my label and management. Rest you know, it is all out." He explained.
"And why did you always avoided this conversation every time I tried to bring it up? Didn't you think I loved you and cared about you too?" Her voice was watery, "Did you think I wouldn't understand if you told me about it then?"
"I was being naive. Yes, I was! I thought— I..." he stuttered trying to find right words, "we have significant age gap between us darling. I didn't wanted people to call you names."
"You think it was right to sleep with someone who is significantly younger than you Harry?" She said with her eye brows pinched together on her forehead.
"No, no, don't think about it that way. Please. I never thought about us that way. It doesn't matter to me. It's just— it's just media I was afraid of lovely. Please don't take me wrong!" He begged.
"You think what you and me had was wrong?" She asked.
"No!" He defended, "never!"
"Then why does people's opinion matter to you Harry? Isn't it still going to be wrong? You are still eight years older than me. I am still eight years younger than you. That haven't changed in past three year nor it is ever going to change!" She said. "It shouldn't be right now that I am in my twenties. It is never going to be right."
"It will be right, if you just be there for Hebe. We shouldn't be doing this. I am so done with everything, I don't want to deal with more shit." She wiped off face. "Be a good dad for her, don't be like my father, please. Be a good parent and role model for her. I don't want her to end up like me."
YN knew it, she wasn't a minor. She had the right to do whatever she wanted. It wasn't like he was going to jail for dating her. Maybe it was her fault. She should stayed away from him instead of trying to find that lost comfort and love of family in him. She should have stayed to her herself instead wanting something with him, it shouldn't matter she is just Eight years younger than him. Maybe she should have take her daddy issues somewhere else other than trying to find love in significantly older guys. It shouldn't matter to anyone. But it does matter, not to him, not to her, but to the people (who ever these people are) it does. And people's opinion matter to him. She always felt proud of herself, that she never indulged herself in harmful substances. But now she wants to cuss herself for not going that way. Maybe that would have helped her with everything she was going through.
Harry isn't obliged to be that comfort for her. No one is. It was her fault that she never recieved that love from her father. Now she feels stupid and just very stupid to try to find both in a lover. It was her fault she wasn't into someone who is close to her age and not a decade older than her. Yes it was her fault! It was her fault she found people of her age as naive and as stupid as her own self. Yeah, it was fault she didn't see herself with someone who was at the same stage in their life as her. It was just purely her fault.
Their age doesn't matter to her. It shouldn't matter, but it does matter apparently. It is very debatable. She could be wrong be, she could be right. Or maybe there is a grey area in between she hopes to stand in, even if it's very tiny.
She should have taken her stupid ass and her daddy issues and go fucked herself somewhere else!
And she is just going to plan to do that now.
"Don't say that, YN! What do you mean you want her to her to end up like you?"
"I don't think I want to explain it to you." With her hands on his shoulders, she gently pushed him aside. "You will get her custody paper in a few days, sign those. Close the door after you leave." She straight up walked upstairs to her room. She doesn't want him to see her cry, it makes her feel weak. Hebe will have her Mummy and her Papa, she is going to be a happy girl.
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Harry wasn't doing well since he came back from YN's, it's been a couple of days. He have a very heavy bad feeling in his chest. He knows what she have went through and she just invalid all that like before.
He is home alone, his mum just left last week before the premier day. He needed someone to talk to. He didn't quite knew how he can help her, she won't talk to him. He can't leave the girl he loves so much like that. What if she does something to herself? It scared the living shit out of him!
She wouldn't do that. She have Hebe with her. She couldn't do anything. At least he hopes so.
YN have already sent him Hebe's 50-50 custody papers. He can't get her custody like that easily, he is just like her 'guardian' for now to be prove himself he's fit to have Hebe's 50-50 custody with her mother. YN was not going to make it easy he thought, but, she let him take Hebe out for a lunch date. Alone— on one condition that there shouldn't be any paparazzi pictures of her daughter floating around the internet, especially with him. He had a fun day with her but his mind was focused on his love subconsciously.
It was like she was living two different lives. One completely different in front of Hebe.
It was just around one in the afternoon. Harry is standing in his balcony when he saw a BMW being parked in her drive ways (it wasn't hers), she got out and to her friend's who lived right across the street from her. It was Alvin's mum's house, he reckoned. He watched her happily gather Hebe and even Alvin in a warm hug.
Hebe skipped her way across the road holding her Mummy hand to their home, but they were walking towards his house. His house is just next to YN's. He even saw Hebe waving at YN's car. Maybe someone is with YN, maybe it's Gabby waiting for YN in her car. YN saw him standing on his balcony and told Hebe about it. The little girl hopped on her place once as she waved at Harry, he waved back watching her drag her Mummy to his front door. He even saw YN was holding a little bag pack and Hebe had her Binky the fox clutched in her arm close to her chest. He scurried his way out to his room and down the stairs to go get the door. When he opened the door he watched YN holding Hebe up so she can ring the bell. She pressed the bell anyway, for fun and started giggling.
"Hello love!" Harry scooped her up in his arms and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I have a meeting in an hour can you please watch her?" YN asked.
"Sure!" He agreed.
"I will come to get her next morning then?" She looked at Hebe pushing her messy hair pit of her face. "I'll coming back home late, I have kept extra clothes, her PJs in this and her tooth brush and other stuff she'll need in this."
"You can come get her if you want, I'll stay up for you." He offered.
"She'd wake up if I try to move her and be grumpy the next day." She explained. And he have to get used to having Hebe staying with him at night now.
He have to set up a room for her at his place as well. Make his house toddler proof, for now he have to keep an extra careful eye on her until he fixes up his house.
"You can come over. We can watch a movie or something." He suggested.
"I think I will pass. It will take me longer. Have to work on some paper and stuff." YN explained.
Harry has noticed she's not being so grumpy or rude to him, which he appreciates but is a suspicious of her sudden change of behaviour. But she is still avoiding him. He is trying his best to fix up things with her.
"Okay, you think we can all hang out tomorrow?" He asked, "please don't say no, we can go to the this trampoline park thing. We can even take Alvin with us. What say Princess?"
"Yay! Yes, yes!" She got excited, "pwease?" She turned to look at her Mummy with puppy dog eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." YN sighed, "alright I'll see if I clear up my work tonight, but no promises."
"Okay!" Hebe nodded.
"I'll see you in morning, yeah? Please don't bother your Bestie for me. I love you." YN held her daughter's hand and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand.
"I lov your Mummy!" She grinned.
YN hated to leave her like this but she can't take to office with her. But she have her Papa with her now. He will take good care of her.
Harry swore he saw tears in YN's eyes, it broke his heart every time to see her in tears.
"Mummy!" Hebe called her mum as she was about to leave. Harry almost had an heart attack thinking he was about to drop her but she leaned over to her Mummy and pressed a sweet to her lip and then one of her cheek.
"Awh! Thank you baby!" YN chuckled.
Now that fixed Harry's breaking heart immediately. Seeing these two girls interact.
"YN, are you ready yet?" A male voice called for YN from the side walk just in front of Harry's house. "Come on the meeting starts in forty-five!"
Woah!
This man made Harry insecure. He looks so be exceptionally YN's type. Blue eyes, brown curly hair. Perfectly tanned skin, a faint beard on his face perfectly complimenting his chiseled features. He appeared to be as tall as Harry himself.
Woah! Who is he? Is YN dating him? No she can't be dating him, she said she isn't seeing anyone! He have seen him at the premiere with YN, taking paparazzi pictures with her and the crew as well. He wasn't working for the project or Harry would have known. Harry doesn't even know his name...
"Who is he?" Harry asked.
"My manager..." YN sounded skeptical noticing Harry looking back and forth between the guy and YN. "Five minutes Andrew. Sorry." She called for the guy, he shot her a thumbs up and walked away.
"Bebe you promise you're going to be a good girl right?" YN asked holding out her pinky.
"Pwomise!" She wrapped her tiny pinky around her Mummy's and smiled.
"Just give me a call if she is being fussy." She told Harry.
"Of course darling don't worry about her." Harry assured her. "Drive safely. And please call me if you need anything."
"Thank you." YN nodded. She waved at Hebe and left.
Harry closed the door behind him. And looked at his daughter sighing.
"What do you want to do now? Seems like you already had your lunch." He said pointing at the Tomato sauce stain on her dress.
"Aunty Cam mafe spayetti!" She said.
"She made what?" Harry laughed at her half gibberish.
"Spayetti!" She said a little louder.
"You mean to say Spaghetti baby?" He asked. He was just teasing her.
"Mhmm!" She squinted her eyes at him. God she looks like him but is completely like her mother.
They played with Binky and Harry had a board game he could play with her but she got bored really quickly. She insisted on watching Sofia the first and they did. They watched one episode before Hebe fell asleep on his lap cuddling Binky. He panicked if she is going to sleep through night or not but then realised she is a toddler, and toddlers do nap in afternoon.
He took the opportunity and took a nap with her, taking her to his bedroom they'd share at night as well. She can nap comfortably there. The entire time Hebe didn't slept snuggled up next to him. He woke up with a tiny foot hitting him straight into his face. He luckily had a pillow barrier made on her side so she'd have fallen down from bed. He moved to a comfortable position and tried to fall asleep again. But he was woken up by Hebe getting up and falling on top of him and going back to sleep like he is more comfortable than the mattress, snuggling her face into his neck holding onto his shirt tightly into her tiny fist. God this is going to be very difficult for him! How does YN do this?
He couldn't go back to sleep now nor he can move or she'd wake up. He had to sit there still as his daughter was fast asleep on him using him as her personal mattress. A puddle of drool was being made on his shirt. He managed to get some reading done before she woke up from her three hour long slumber.
"Hello princess!" He smiled pushing her hair out of her face. He have to trie up her hair before she goes to bed tonight. It looks pretty uncomfortable. She looked at him confusedly for solid ten seconds before she fall back onto his chest with her eyes still open.
"Do you remember?" He asked. And she nodded, "good!" He thought she was going to start screaming and crying for her Mummy by the look on her face.
"Are you up? We can go play at the beach if you want?" He suggested.
"Mhmm!" She nodded again.
"Let's get you changed up then yeah?" He got out of bed holding her close to his chest still. Grabbed her little bag pack. There were quite a few types clothes. Another one of little flowy cotton dress of hers. Her Spiderman PJs, another pair of shorts and a pair of pants and two extra t-shirts. Harry thinks these are little too many clothes for the night. There was also her baby body wash, hair hair brush, her tooth brush, two of her favourite toys, her moisturiser and one of her baby towels.
He helped Hebe put on her shorts and one of her shirts. They headed out to the beach. Played by the shore where they try to not let the waves catch them. Hebe played in sand and dirtied her clothes in instant. There was sand every where on her.
Wait... How did YN knew she was going to get herself dirty somehow?
Harry, she is toddler! Toddlers are messy, you don't know shit about your own daughter!  - it was his evil subconscious.
I'm learning okay! - he defended himself mentally.
Just when they went back inside Harry received a text from YN telling Harry to give her a warm bath. Apparently it helps her sleep well at night. And to make sure to dry her hair well with the dryer. She also left a little note in the bag pack with her entire daily routine. Not fixed was written in brackets in all caps.
Hebe goes to bed between eight-thirty to nine-thirty. She wakes up every morning between five to six am!
God his sleeping schedule is going to be ducked up!
She needs her breakfast by eight am. And then she plays until it is morning snack time. It also said to make sure she drinks at least half a glass of milk a hour or two before bed time. Harry let Hebe play by herself for a little bit so that he check up on her Mummy. She said he got off the meeting but she still have some work left.
Harry wondered what she must be doing this time around. All her new endeavours are kept super confidential, like literal nuclear weapons making methods or what ever that it called. She already have her own small make up line, she is a director, she have a small jewelry line as well, and she is a photographer as well. There so much this woman do and look after a toddler first hand all by herself. His ribs still hurt from Hebe's kicking in her sleep. He had to already change up her clothes two times now because how messy she gets easily. He even had to give her a bath.
YN said Hebe can eat Pasta so he made that for them both. That's the only thing he can cook nicely really. He felt a tug at the hem of his shirt. It was Hebe with a towel wrapped around her hair.
"Hello princess, you need anything?" He asked.
"Water pwease?" She asked sweetly.
"Of course!" Harry smiled at her politeness. He picked her up and placed her on the counter away from the stove, of course, and got her a glass of water. She insisted helping him by putting two fist fulls of grated cheese into the pot, seems like she helps her Mummy too. She was smart enough to keep her little distance from very hot stove, sat there and watched Harry do the rest of the cooking.
"You want to eat now or we go get your hair dry?" He asked.
"I wan' this off." She said touching the towel on her head. Harry helped her take it off.
"Let's get your hair all dried before okay?" He asked. Hebe was stood on the counter now so she could go and wash her hands in the sink. God she is the smartest two year old he's ever seen! She's his daughter though!
"Come on." He turned around so he can give her a piggy back ride upstairs to the bathroom. He laughed watching her squealing when he brought over his shoulder, making her do a little back flip in his arms and set her down on the counter. He made sure to thoroughly dry her soft hair and braid her hair into two. The rest of the night with Hebe went sort of good. He isn't looking forward to being kicked and punched by his toddler at night in her sleep though...
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YN was working on a collaboration with her makeup line with Rare beauty. The meeting went amazing, and she was dying to work with Selena again, she shot Selena's music video last year. She also had to go through the renewal papers licencing of her makeup company. It was a lot. But she was getting her work done as much as she could so she can take herself and her princess on a vacation to her home town back in India. Hebe loved it when YN took her to India as she had a movie to shoot there. She even met YN's old friends too.
"YN did you read this?" Andrew said passing YN another file of papers.
"Yeah I did read that yesterday. And noted down the changes we'll need. Just go through them and talk to lawyer about it as well." YN said signing off the other papers.
"Do you know if have Amy drafted the mails I asked her?" She asked.
"I don't know, let me check." He checked YN's emails. "Yup she have sent you those."
"Okay, here you go." YN closed the file shut and took her computer back to check her mails.
"Why don't you hire people for this YN? You're clearly over working yourself. You do it all the time." Andrew pointed out.
Andrew Benson. Yep, he is the same Andrew who worked with Chris Evans before. He has been one of YN's best friend since. It was no secret that he is so obviously in love with her but YN chooses to not pay a mind to it. Samantha and Camryn have pointed it out too, even tried to convince her to go out with him when he really found himself brave enough to ask her out. He is even good friends with Hebe, she's always behind him being a trouble for him when YN is busy at the sets. For YN he's just yet another white man who also happens to be British, she was scarred by British men really. Her first boyfriend was British (though he lived in the US), Harry is British and now Andrew... Sighs... She thinks she might have a thing for British guys, or British guys have a thing for her? What ever the fuck it was she doesn't want to do anything with with anyone at least gor next two decades. For real.
YN appreciated Andrew's efforts in helping out YN whether it be at work, as her employee or even as a friend. She understands he has been by her side, along with Camryn and Samantha all this time. She still haven't got herself to move on from Harry and she doesn't want Andrew or anyone to feel like they're just a rebound, she'd feel very bad. Even if it's been more than two years, almost three years since her and Harry have had something.
Everytime she brings herself up to move on and get her life together as an individual herself, it didn't felt right to her. For Hebe, she felt it wasn't right.
"How is Hebe? Haven't seen her in awhile. I miss her." Andrew said, "She's always behind me Mr. Benson this, Mr. Benson that." He said making his deep voice go up a pitch mimicking Hebe's. YN chuckled at that.
"She's with her father right now." She explained, "you saw that."
"Yeah, he really wants to be involved in her life?" He enquired.
"Yeah, he's putting in an effort to be there for her." YN shrugged, "You know I want her to have her dad around so I'm not going to stop him."
"If you think that's right for her." Andrew smiled, his blue eyes shrinking with his beam. They sat there in silence, Andrew was done with his work he was waiting for YN.
"You can go if you want Andrew, don't have to wait for me." YN said.
"It's fine." He leaned back on his chair. "You look really tired, don't you think you should call it a day now? It's almost midnight."
"Ahhh, no I am almost done." YN was busy staring at the computer screen in front of her. He just stared her blinking his eyes as if he does not believe her.
"You four more files to go through. You have a toddler waiting for you at home. Come on, you can do it tomorrow." Andrew stressed.
"I promised Hebe that we'll go out tomorrow. It was Harry's idea actually."
"Then you can do this the day after tomorrow. Don't over work yourself darling, it's not good for your health."
"I know, I just want to get all the work done so I take Hebe back to India with me for a few week." YN explained, "My Nana finally reached out to me, she wants to see Hebe."
"That's nice but you can still take it slow, Hebe is not going anywhere, yeah?"
"Nope, please let me do this!" YN shook her head to shake her sleep and tiredness away.
"You're so very stubborn, no wonder where Hebe get's it from." He rolled his eyes.
"Of course, she is my daughter after all." YN said proudly. "What is this?"
"What?" Andrew moved his chair next to YN's.
"Why didn't I knew about these investors? You know our brand is non-profit right?" YN pointed at the email.
"That's for your jewelry line." He pointed the cursor over to the subject highlighting the line.
"Oh!" YN sighed. She was very tired.
"You have a meeting with them next week." He informed.
"Yeah, I remember." YN nodded.
"I'll go through the files for you." He offered and started his work.
"Oh my god!" YN gasped seeing the mew designs. She wouldn't hesitate to admit she was hoe for sparkly jewelry, she have her own brand now. She was swooning over the new designs.
"They're pretty!" Andrew commented.
"I know right. Hebe is going to love this." YN switched to a dainty ear studs. They were tiny little roses. Hebe was like her Mummy in these kinda stuff, she loved everything that sparkled really. She never takes off her bracelet with her first and middle initials.
"They're very cute!" Andrew agreed, "she's going to look very pretty."
"I know." YN could already imagining Hebe posing with her new earrings.
"What do you like from this collection?" Andrew enquired.
"I don't like chunky jewelry." YN explained.
"You've made custom earrings for your daughter what about yourself?"
"Everything I do is for her really."
"You're an amazing mother YN." He told her, sounding seriously genuine all of sudden. Her head shot towards him of surprise. It was very rare she got to hear that compliment really, she tried her best to be a good Mummy for Hebe but she is always criticised for her parenting and stuff.
"Thank you." YN smiled. "I think I am not there yet, but thank you."
"No trust me, you are." He stressed, leaning on the desk with his elbow placed on the wood as he rested his cheek on his knuckles. "You do so much for her, you're the best Mum in my opinion." YN's cheeks flushed hearing the compliment.
"Thank you so much." She repeated. YN just hopes she gets there some time, being an amazing mum for her daughter.
She was now thinking to tell Hebe that her Bestie is her father. But she doubts she will understand that now, but she have to try it. Is it too soon for it? It's been just a month Harry has been hanging out with her. She needs to talk to Harry about it first, if he is comfortable with it, she doesn't have any issues as well. YN noticed Andrew staring at her as if he wants to say something.
"You have something to say?" YN asked. He hitched at her question, "It's fine if you don't want, to I'm not going force you."
"I don't know if I should repeat myself really." He sighed pushing himself off the desk, a noticable slump took over his shoulders. YN knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You'll someone else Andrew, I don't think you should be wasting your time right now." YN suggested politely. "I think I ever want to date again really."
"Right and I'm not forcing you." He admitted.
YN remembered how he went on with his small three minute long speech expressing his feelings for her, not her but to Camryn. He was there at YN's place attending Hebe's second birthday party. She didn't meant to eavesdrop he heard the last one few of his sentences. But Camryn was fangirling over this guy who is in love with her best friend, she was convincing YN really hard to go out with him that he's very nice guy. YN's trust issues convinced her even harder to not trust him here.
"If you're worried about Hebe, I am not ever going to try to take her dad's place." He explained, "look at me being stupid. It's fine. It's not fine. I don't—" he stuttered. YN was surprised how he knew one of her concerns. YN felt so bad for him, she swore she saw tears pricking up in his pretty eyes. But she doesn't want to. She is not obliged to feel bad for people.
"I am sorry." She apologised reaching out for his hand on the arm rest on his chair, smoothing her palm over back of his hand.
"You have got nothing to apologise for love." He smiled, moving his hand to grab her hand in his. "Not your fault I fell for you."
YN wouldn't lie she flet her heart flutter at that!
"I am sorry if I am making you feel bad. I shouldn't said what I said earlier. I'm really sorry." He said nervously, biting his lower lip.
"I am worried about that, yeah, but it's fine. I know you didn't meant to say that." YN assured him. "But you don't deserve this Andrew, you should go out. If you want to, it's your life you're free to whatever. Im sure, you'll find someone who'd appreciate your love and cherish it for life."
He just smiled and nodded.
"I, I think we should get going now. It's getting very late." YN suggested.
"Yeah." He nodded again.
They came to office together in his car. Andrew lived just a couple blocks away from YN's so he dropped her before hand. He was nice enough to walk her up to her door.
"If you need me to postpone that meeting to some time you can tell we'll figure something out, yeah?" He suggested.
"Oh, no no it's fine. No need to reschedule it. But thank you." YN smiled. "Can you come and get these files tomorrow evening? I'll text you when I get back with Hebe."
"Sure." He agreed in a heartbeat. "Can I see Hebe too tomorrow, if— if you allow. Please?"
"Of course. She'd love to see you." YN agreed.
It looked like he didn't wanted to leave, YN just waited there. She wasn't going to shut the door on his face, she found it really rude. He awkwardly waved at her and walked down pathway to his car, and drove away. YN closed the door and locked it.
She feels so bad for Andrew!
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catty-words · 3 years ago
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For the prompts game,
11 for devi and kamala
13 for ben and devi
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11. Back hugs + Kamala & Devi (D/B prompt found here)
“Damn, girl, you look beautiful…ly intelligent.”
Kamala whirls around at the sound of the familiar voice to find Manish Kulkarni leaning against one of the pillars in the auditorium lobby, sticking out in the crowd of graduates and attendees in his charmingly unconventional paisley oxford.
“Sorry,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “That was a terrible opener. I shouldn’t be undermining this incredible accomplishment by making it about your looks.”
She steps closer to him, surprise blooming warm in her chest. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
He half-bows. “Congrats, by the way.”
She grins at the awkward gesture—he wears it well—and asks, “Who are you here for?”
“Oh, uh, I’m friends-slash-bitter-rivals with the Graduate Chair, actually, and I owe him a drink.”
Kamala raises her eyebrows. “I see.”
Manish opens his mouth, clearly about to say something else, but then his expression turns to one of worry when something barrels into her from behind, knocking her forward a step.
“Kamala! Thank fuck that’s over, right? Who knew graduations were so freaking boring.”
She cranes around her shoulder to see who’s impeding her ability to breathe. “Oh! Devi, it’s you.”
“Who else?” Devi asks, blinking up at her and hugging tighter. “Anyway, I got a great shot of you accepting your diploma. I texted it to you for approval before blasting it all over the social-meeds even though it’s kinda unnatural how pretty you look in a cap and gown so you really have nothing to worry about. And have I mentioned that I hate you?”
“You did,” Kamala says, patting Devi’s hands where they’re balled together at her belly button and noticing that her sleeve is pinned by the embrace. She tries to work it free, but Devi just squeezes even harder, forcing her to give up. “Twice on the way over here.”
“Okay, well, I’ll probably say it again at least once more before you take them off.”
“Thank you for the warning,” Kamala says, which makes Manish snort.
“Which you’re not allowed to do yet,” Devi continues. “Pati and Mom want us to meet them out front by the big sign so they can take pictures.”
Manish gives a low whistle. “You’re gonna be waiting around a while, then. Everyone wants to take pictures with the big sign.”
“Whoa,” Devi says, finally letting go of Kamala, who sucks in a deep breath. “Mr. K? What the fuck are you doing here? Are you stalking my cousin?”
“Language, Devi! This is a highly respected institu— You know what? Nah, I don’t even care. We’re not on school grounds, so you’re not my responsibility.”
“Not until you become my brother-in-law,” she says, grinning hard. “Then I’ll be your full-time concern.”
Manish shudders.
“Okay, Devi,” Kamala says, slipping her arms around her cousin’s shoulders to steer her away and ignoring the burning heat in her cheeks. “Let’s go. It was nice to see you, Manish.”
“You should really consider getting a life, Mr. K!” Devi calls back to him.
Kamala glances back in time to see him shooting Devi a peace sign. She smiles to herself.
“Man,” Devi says, shaking her head. “I can’t believe he wants to bang you so bad, he willingly sat through that whole ceremony.”
“Devi, please,” Kamala says. “We’re friends.”
“Friends who constantly undress each other with their eyes.”
Clearing her throat, Kamala says, “Did you really find the ceremony boring? I was surprisingly moved by the stenographer’s remarks.”
“Is this your way of asking me to change the subject from you clearly wanting a piece of my English teacher?”
She flashes Devi a toothy grin. “Is it working?”
Devi rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I mean, I guess the stenographer was cool. Her pantsuit was dope, right?”
Kamala sighs, relieved. “Very dope.”
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stevenbasic · 3 years ago
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“Call the police!!” I blurted, finally bursting through Melissa’s door after possibly the most humiliating episode yet in my office…well, uh, top five, for sure. I had just rushed out of my apartment, down the stairs (barely registering the fact that the front doors into the atrium, from the parking lot, had been boarded up) and into the office. I’d stumbled into the waiting room and felt the shocked scrutiny of several of my long-time patients before I realized I was still naked, covered awkwardly only by the thin comforter I’d wrapped myself in earlier when bolting out of bed for Josie. I froze for a second in panic, feeling like this must be a dream, but soon found myself running again, past the front desk and Brittni’s giggles, towards...
“Oh my god sweetie what’s wrong!!” Melissa exclaimed, her eyes going wide with her own alarm as she stood abruptly from her desk, and stepped immediately around it towards me. I saw her eyes take me in, head-to-toe, trying to figure out what was happening, concerned but not nearly as confused as I.
“My CA-r’s gone!!” I cried, voice cracking again in my distress. Standing there barefoot, I had just staggered down several hallways teeming with my employees, new and old, while looking like a crazy man and not saying a word to them, obviously rushing towards Melissa. They had all been goggling at me wide-eyed, and if they’d said anything to me I hadn’t registered it; I was, inexplicably, being pulled by my own acute anxiety to the only person who I felt could help me, figure this out and fix things. My car was gone!!!
“Shh shh shh sweetie I know,” she said, relief having already washed over her face as she reached out her arms for me, still rushing to me where I stood, frozen, office door open behind me and several pairs of curious eyes gazing in at the scene. In a flash she had her arms around my head, and had pulled me in to a bosomy embrace. As my face mashed into her, unceremoniously sandwiched into her cleavage, I heard her whisper above me to someone standing now in the doorway behind me: “Go get a nurse,” Melissa instructed them, “and close the door.”
She was wearing a thinly-ribbed, high-necked sweater of soft, baby-blue. Short sleeves to expose her fit arms but her chest was thankfully covered modestly; still, though; I was immediately consumed by her softness and warmth. One hand was behind my head, the other snaked around my back, holding me fast to her. Once more I’d found myself in an absolutely inappropriate situation, too immediately intimate with my new Office Manager, my employee. But at that moment, in my acutely agitated state, I didn’t care. There was concern, sympathy and strength in her comforting hug, and I needed it. I hadn’t known at the time but I was still recovering from the effects of the treatment. I was a mess!! But…not too far out of it - even as I took my first big breath of her perfume - to realize what I’d just heard Melissa say:
“Wh-what do you mean, ‘you know’??” I asked, voice muffled into the softness of her chest. If she could see my face, she’d see my now-knitted brow.
“It’s been gone since Monday morning,” she explained, tenderly stroking the back of my head, “Sheryl had it taken away.”
My voice cracked a-goddamn-gain “Wh-wh-whATT!!?!!” I cried out, now trying to find the strength to pull away from her - but Melissa was too strong. She held me fast, tighter now, keeping me in place at her big bosom through my struggles.
Sheryl?!?? Sheryl my wife the woman who - aghhh!!! Sheryl had taken my car!?!
“Why?!?” I blurted, into her smothering chest, still struggling, now just half-heartedly, to pull away.
Melissa was intent on holding me until I calmed, and began to try to soothe me. “Shhhhh…shhhh…relax,” she cooed, holding me as I indeed started to quieten, “it’s okay. Take a deep breath…”
“o-okay but…” I was still agitated but I drew it in, a big inhale.
Mmmm ahhhhhh…
…that worked, hhhhmmm….a lungful of the warmth and perfume coming from Melissa’s chest did indeed soothe me, help me start to pull myself together. I took another, and felt my heartbeat start to slow. Another, more even breath, and my eyes fluttered.
“There you go...good boy,” she purred, petting my head in meed, “that’s better. Now, why don’t we go over and sit on the couch, so I can explain…”
Before I knew it - in fact, did I black out for a moment? - I was not only on the couch with her but sitting on her lap. Still wrapped in my comforter, swaddled up, half-reclined across her thighs but supported by her strong arms and looking up at her smiling face. My clenched hands held the blanket closed at my chest, and I’d begun to shudder in the ignominy.
What was wrong with me?? Was I still feeling the effects of my treatment, even into this next morning?? Why was I allowing this to happen?!? And…how did I fit this easy on her lap?!? But, another breath of her perfume - her right breast was just below my nose - and I settled back into passivity. If I allowed myself to forget what was happening, forget that I was still married, forget that Melissa was my employee and more than ten years younger than me, and forget that I was somehow sick with something that had shrunk me to the state where a woman could do this - hold me like a child on her lap…if I allowed myself peace with those things, I’d have been like a pig in shit, held in the comforting embrace of possibly the hottest, most well-built woman alive.
And, despite my consternations, I was partly there.
“Now,” she began, hoisting me up just a bit, settling me more comfortably on her lap, “your car was a company car, right?”
I looked up at her in blurry confusion. Were we still talking about that? I blinked at her, and maybe said something in reply.
“Well, Sheryl decided that - since you’re not an executive anymore, really, with the practice,” she explained, smoothing the blanket around my knees as I reflexively clenched it tighter to my chest, “well, that now you don’t need a company car. You don’t take it on company business, you’re employed just at the office…”
The look of tenderness and pity that washed over Melissa’s face told me everything I needed to know: I had just visibly melted in front of her eyes, there in her arms. It was like she was able to watch my ego shrinking up and collapsing in further upon itself, wrinkling up like an old shoe.
“Oh, shhhh, honey, shhhh…” she consoled me, now stroking my face with tender fingers, “that’s hard to hear, I know…”
‘Hard to hear’?? Oh, god. It was like I was, pants down, being emasculated right in front of her.
“And th-this happened on Monday?” I managed. It was Wednesday, currently. And no one said anything to me?? No one here, not Sheryl…not even a text?
“I guess you hadn’t noticed, huh?” Melissa asked, “You’ve got everything you need right here.”
“no I, uh…” I hadn’t driven, hadn’t had to, since…uhhh…last week sometime? For, oh yeah-!
“Rounds,” I offered, the petulant indignance plain in my voice as my ire rose. The nerve! Sheryl can’t do this! “What about rounds? At the hospital? I have to get there tomorrow morn-”
“We’ve already decided,” Melissa proffered, “one of the front desk girls will take you.”
“But-“
“Shhhh…” she hushed me, finger coming to my lips as she gazed down at me, sternly for a moment before - seeing I’d listened - her smile eased. “We can drive you anywhere you want, me and the other girls,” she volunteered, “we all have cars, we don’t mind, anywhere you need to go.” Her finger, still at my lips, was a temptation; even in my altered state though I knew I should not kiss it.
She booped my nose.
“Shopping, errands, just out for a drive,” she continued, running her finger now down over my lips, over my chin, onto my chest, “We’re all so happy to do it.”
What she was describing was just how dependent I was going to be on these girls. She knew I hadn’t the money for a new car - or even an old one. I couldn’t afford the insurance, the gas. I couldn’t afford taxis. I’d be totally dependent on others for rides.
“And, anyway,” she went on, eyes sparkling in good humor, drumming her fingers on my exposed collarbone, “Why do you need to go anywhere else? You have everything you need right here, we can bring it right to you. It might be nice.” She smiled down at me, enjoying how I was gazing up into her face as I floated in the feminine cloud of her perfume, luxuriated in the strength of her arms. “Did you get your groceries?”
“y-yes, thank you,” I said, meekly. Another thing I likely couldn’t have afforded - food - and she’d provided it for me. In sheepishness my gaze had slipped from hers, and had settled on her tits; her perfume invited it to stay.
“There’s lots of us now,” she reminded me, hand lazily rubbing my thin chest, drifting up to caress my wasted shoulders, “We’ll take care of you. If you really need to go somewhere, we can get you anywhere you need to be.”  Her arm looked so strong, well-muscled and healthy, as she felt my paltry, bony shoulder. Why did she look bigger? Or did I just, in my ignominious position, just feel smaller? “In fact,” she continued, “I think somebody has to take your clothes shopping soon. You’ve lost weight, you’re swimming in your clothes recently.” Her hand came to mine, made to start to pull them and my blanket away from . “In fact, what’s under th-“”
“N-no!” I yelped, clutching the comforter tighter to my chest. I was naked!! I had tried, earlier - when I’d heard the news about my car from Josie - to shoo the girl away, but she insisted on staying to put away my groceries. In my haste and panic, not knowing what to do but feeling I had to get to Melissa, fast, I’d forgone clothes.
“Haha no clothes under there?” she giggled, “And this is so thin, you must be chilly.” She took the edge of the blanket, began to pull it up higher. “Here, get your arms in there…” Dutifully, she helped re-wrap me, slipping my arms under the covers, easing them down my sides until my hands rested on my own hips. She tightened the blanket around me, pinning me in, effectively swaddling me on her lap.
“There you go,” she cooed, her voice taking on a teasing, maternal lilt that made my cock surge, “all snug as a bug in a rug!” Slipping her left arm under my legs, her right still behind my upper back in support, she re-hoisted me, hugging me into her curvy body again, cradling me easily. She smiled proudly down onto me and I remained quiet, any complaints having died on my lips already.
“Now, sweetie, let me tell you a few things about the construction, what’s happening today,” she said, as I enjoyed the soft rise and fall of her chest pressing into my side. When I’d rushed down the stairs earlier I had seen, I remembered now, how the front door to the building had been sealed off in the night. How had I not woken up, with the noise? Yesterday’s treatment - and Shanette - must have really zonked me out. “They’re taking out the front entrance, the whole atrium, knocking it all down, taking out a lot of the upper floor,” she continued, “patients will have to come in our side door near the breakroom. It’s just temporary. A big new entryway will be done within a couple weeks…”
Wait what? The front entrance gone? Taking out parts of the upper floor? What about-
“M-my apartment?” I asked, speaking for the first time in a while, “Is it-“
“Oh, no worries,” she assured me, “Your place will still be there, though they’re sealing off the hallways, taking them down soon too. The stairway will be gone by tonight, so you’ll have to use this…”
At that, Melissa turned at the hip just enough to redirect my gaze to the back corner of her huge office, where - something I somehow hadn’t noticed when I burst in earlier, in my panic - a new, small, spiral staircase of white metal lead up into the ceiling.
“Your place is basically right above this office, and that stair will show right up outside your door. So cool, huh?!” she beamed, obviously proud of this new development, “Now I can really keep a good eye on you!” With that she giggled, and with a jovial shake of my body in her arms, snuggled me closer.
My mouth had already gaped open in shock, and as I began to realize the implications of all this, I found my voice again. “S-s-so…to get to my apartment,” I began, hearing my voice quaver in my building distress, “I have to…to…to come through your office??” I had actually found the strength to make my voice rise, and kept it from cracking. “This is ridiculous!” The effort, though, brought stars to my eyes, and my head swam.
“Oh, shhhh, relax,” Melissa purred, trying to mollify me with another hug, resting her chin on my head, “you���re just feeling cranky, tired after last night. Didn’t Shanette take good care of you?” As my vision cleared, my eyes went back to Melissa’s bosom; I could see her bra through her sweater, and remembered her friend’s attentions yesterday evening. As big and soft as Shanette was, Melissa was that much bigger. “I know, this is all a lot,” she continued, “But, did you see my Insta post? With my kitty? All the comments?”
“y-yes…” I peeped, cowed. She was reminding me of a picture she’d posted a few nights ago, her cat nestled into her hair…and the reaction it had gotten.
“Most men these days would love to be cared for by women like this, given some place to be, safe and warm,” she said, “and that’s the way it’s going to be. Someday I’ll make a whole new nest for you, but for now you can sleep tight knowing we’re all down here, taking care of things. Keeping you upstairs, where we know you're safe.” Her voice had taken on a maternal, gentle tone, become a cradle song, and like a lullaby it was making my eyes heavy. But, the world had begun again to swim around me, and even in her supportive embrace I felt like I was falling. What was happening??
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Melissa asked, concern knitting her brow again, “You look pale.”
“I…I don’t feel very good,“ I managed, becoming more and more woozy. The room, it felt, was falling away from under me, but just then I heard the door open behind me, someone enter.
“Oh, good, Morgan. You’re just in time,” I heard Melissa say, as if from high above me, “Sweetie, Nurse Morgan is here. She’s going to take you to an exam room, check your vitals.”
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The thing I recall is Melissa shifting, and then standing, easily, with me in her arms. As I began to pass out, my head lolled towards the other woman, Morgan, who looked even huger than I remembered. She had her arms outstretched, a big smile on her face, and was stepping towards us…
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gotxanyxramen · 3 years ago
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Thank you for comfort fanfic i love youuuu💖and if it isnt much to ask i would like to get chuuya and akutagawas reactions but if its too mucj dazai is enough💖 im okay just having a hard time ⚠️TW⚠️ bc im just recovering from my d!pr!ssion amd other mental illnesses but i will be okay i just meeded some comfort and thank you for writing it ily💖
Okay baby just gave you dazai just Incase I took to long, so then at least you had one to read while I worked on others. Here you are dumpling. 😊
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⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of self harm, mental abuse, and depression. PLZ TELL ME IF THERE IS MORE!
Comforting a sad s/o
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Chuuya-
Hes a busy man.
But that doesn't mean he didn't noticed.
Of course he noticed
Your eyes looked heavy, you nose was a lil red
He was wondering if you were sick
But if you were sick you most likely wouldn't be smiling
So he just assumed you were upset about something and you'd get over it eventually
But as time went on, he realized that wasn't the case
You started wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer.
That concerned him.
"are you sure you should be wearing such warm clothes, it's a little hot out there do you think?"
"oh no I'm okay, I just get a little cold sometimes."
So he left it at that.
He started to notice that when you both were hanging out, getting something to eat out together and it was time to go home, there was a brief look of fear on your face.
He asked again.
"are you okay? Did something scare you?"
"huh? No, I'm ok heh." You said through a forced smile.
To him that was a little to forced
He took another look at you
Your hair was unkept and greasy, you looked tired.
"I'll be going then, before it gets dark, see you later!" You faked another smile.
"yeah.... See you later..." He said, hesitant
So you went off on your own
He realized he still had you to-go box.
He was trying to catch up to you, but you were already home
He loves you, so, what's there not to love about a cute moment where he's at your window just to say hey. Like in the movies.
As he approached your window he saw something red running down your arm just before you covered it up.
Then he heard yelling. Your house mates were in your room yelling at you
For no good reason.
He heard something about a car crash, and your brother passing.
As soon as he processed everything, he went into full panic mode
He burst thru your window
Took you out side
and packed some stuff of yours
"I'm not letting you stay there. So your coming to my place okay."
He said softly.
He held your hand the whole drive back to his place, occasionally giving it a kiss. Just to remind you he's there for you.
You both arrived to his place
He helped you clean yourself up
He cooked your favorite food and made sure you drank something
He took care of your wounds
And he made sure you got rest
He held you the whole night
Partly just for you to feel a bit better
And partly to remind himself that your okay, and in his arms
He's never going to let anything like that happen to you again
He doesn't want to lose you
He loves you, it would drag him so far down if something happened to you.
He's going to help you, protect you
Anything you want you'll have
He lets you know that you can get through it because your strong
You'll never be alone with chuuya, he loves you too much.
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Aku-
Hes also really busy
That and he's not all that good with emotions
But he's known you long enough to know something isn't right.
Your hair is messy, and your eyes are a little droopy.
He didn't say anything tho
But overtime you start wearing long sleeves in the hot seasons
He does to, but that cuz if his ability
He pays attention to when you smile
He knows the difference between your genuine ones fake ones.
Now he's concerned.
Like really concerned.
He's trying to figure out what's wrong
He drops hints for you to tell him, but I seems your not taking those hints.
He goes to his sister see if she knows anything
She doesn't.
Running out of options he goes to your house
On the way, he thinks about how you'd seemed to be a little bit afraid when you had to go home
Once he get there, he doesn't want to deal with your house mates, he just wants to see you
So he goes to the window
There he sees you, crimson liquid dripping down your arm, you quickly pulling down your sleeve
Your house mates walk in and start yelling at you
Car crash? Brother passing?
He's pissed now.
He breaks the window
Restraining himself from hurting your house mates for your sake
He packs some things, grabs your hand squeezing a little to comfort you, and takes you home
When you get back to his place,he hugs you so tight
He makes sure your taken care of
Makes sure your wounds are okay, makes sure you eat and drink.
Then he helps you clean up
He'll take you to bed and just hold you.
He doesn't want you to feel alone
He lets you cry into his chest, whispering how strong and beautiful your are
How you'll get through the pain
How he'll be there for you, as long as you need
How you'll never have to worry about your house mates again and that your safe.
And most importantly, how much he loves and cares for you.
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Hope you enjoyed it dumpling! Hope it mad you feel better!
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urmomsstuntdouble · 4 years ago
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brother of mine
aka an itabros character study (?) there are characters and they’ve been studied, idk what else to tell you. this has been in my head for a long while, though i got a lil experimental with how i wrote it. anyway, this is a bit important to me and i know there’s like a lot of really good takes about their relationship already out ther, but here’s mine! i hope you enjoy it!
(pov romano, written in present tense 2nd person, in case that’s a turn off for you. all of the emotional baggage you’d expect.)
6:09- Wake up, still tired. Nothing you can do about that, but you stay in bed a little longer, listening. Is your brother awake yet? Do you want him to be? It’s already noisy outside. 
6:13- Get out of bed after spending four minutes staring at that photograph of your fiance and you that’s taped to the wall. You wonder if you should frame it, but he hasn’t gotten you a ring yet, so you don’t know if he’s serious, or he’s also in love with you. And if you were to frame it, you’d have to take the tape off, and that would render your likeness without a face. Would that be so bad? And you don’t want to think about that, so you push the blanket off. Because you sleep naked, you get cold fast without the blanket. At first, you try to sink deeper into the bed, but that dosn’t work. There’s no goosebumps on your back. So you get up and put clothes on. 
6:15- You walk into the bathroom, pleased that the time is such an even number. A perfect quarter of an hour. But then you see your brother, standing at the mirror, straightening his wavy hair. You sigh, and ask him how long he’s gonna be in the bathroom. You need to straighten your hair too, and you can’t use the toilet with him standing there. Maybe you could’ve at one point, or on a better day, but today isn’t one of those days. 
6:39- You finish straightening your hair. Your brother is still in the bathroom, even though he doesn’t need to be. He’s crosslegged on the toilet, and you’re paying closer attention to your hair than his rambling, but you still know when to nod and fake-laugh. 
6:52- You don’t pay attention to traffic on the way to work, despite driving. It was your turn to drive, but you’re not in the mood to drive. But you can’t ask your brother to drive, because then he’ll worry about you, and you’ll have to tell him why you’re fine. He’ll never believe you. He says he wants to help you a lot, but he never does, at least not in the way you need. Maybe he doesn’t understand you, or maybe you’re just stupid to him. Can he see you, really? Is he even trying? Maybe you are stupid, or maybe you can’t be helped. You almost hit a woman and her daughter, and you scream out the window that they need to walk faster. You don’t believe yourself, and your brother can tell. You growl. Maybe that’ll change his mind. 
7:28- You arrive at the Parliament building. Your brother gets out of the car first, almost while it’s still moving. Don’t want to be late! he chirps, but the pair of you can’t be late. You can’t give the nation avatars their morning briefing if they’re not there. And you’re not even supposed to be there until eight, anyway. You say nothing of this and call him a dumbass. 
7:37- You’re walking slowly through the halls. You have 23 minutes, and you are alone. Some coffee would be nice. You don’t trust yourself to get coffee and get back in 23 minutes, so you don’t. 
8:00- You walk into the briefing room. Your brother is already there. He gives you a little wave when you walk in. Heat flashes through you, and you feel like you could rip a cork out of a bottle with your bare hands. There is no way to test that, because there are no bottles in this room. You sit beside him, in the chair unofficially designated as yours, and begin the briefing. 
9:00- Another meeting. A headache nips at your temples, and you tell yourself it’s not because you didn’t get coffee. It is. In the meeding, someone mentions your separatists, and you straighten your tie. You also shrink back into your seat. They blame you, or maybe think you have answers. You don’t. You are glad your tattoo is covered. 
10:00- You have nothing to do for now, so you read the news. Your brother is doing paperwork. You should be doing paperwork. If you didn’t share an office, you wouldn’t feel so bad about not doing the paperwork. The sound of his pen on paper grates at you. You can hear his progress as the ball-point gets scratchier. You keep scrolling down the news app on your government phone. 
11:00- You start your own paperwork after the third time your brother harrasses you about it. Hundreds of Lovino Vargas’s make your wrist hurt, but he looks smug about finishing first. 
12:54- You get a chunk of your work done. Your brother’s fucked off somewhere without telling you. You leave the office, leave the building, and find a wall to lean against. You smoke, watching your people. If they’re yours? Things are fuzzier in Rome. You wish they weren’t. No one else is so weak in their capital, and it’s only okay because Veneziano is weak here too. A girl smiles at you, and you blow her a kiss. Her blush is cute, but you can’t enjoy it because you’re engaged. 
13:12- Your brother finds you. He wants to get lunch. You say fine, unenthused. You get lunch from a street market. When the vendor hands your food across the counter, your fingers brush. The look in his eyes changes, and he gapes. He knows who you are. You wink at him, and he stands a little straighter. Your brother knows what’s happened too, and beams at him. He pays in a stack of coins. The vendor chuckles, and stares at your brother in awe. They shake hands while you hold your brother’s lunch. You need to get back to work, so you take your food without shaking the vendor’s hand. 
14:00- It’s another hour passed. Your pen sounds different when you sign your name, but the victory feels hollow. You’re slow. 
15:00- It’s warm. Too warm. You’re heavy, and you want to take a nap. You’re sweating again, and miss the ocean. You can’t remember the last time you saw your fiance. You should make arrangements to see him again. 
16:00- It’s still warm. You’ve sweated through your dress shirt. Maybe you should take your blazer off. But then people will know you’re sweating. And your brother isn’t sweating. You keep the blazer on, and wipe your forehead with a tissue. With the tissue still in your hand, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You wipe under your arms with toilet paper, and stare at yourself in the mirror. You’re behind, and you sort of miss the times when you didn’t have paperwork. It was better for your wrists, but worse for everything else. Even so, you could lean back on your fiance’s chest whenever you pleased. He had a soft spot for you. Everyone else’s soft spot is for your brother. You wonder if your fiance is the only person who will ever have such a soft spot for you. You splash your face with cold water and pat it dry. Your eyes looked better when they were lined with sweat. 
17:00- It gets loud outside. You continue working. 
18:00- It’s still loud. You’re still working. Your brother takes a break, smoking by the window. There’s sweat under his arms. A secratary walks in to deliver more papers. She likes his suspenders, and he thanks her. He blows her a kiss. You know, the whole point of smoking by the window is to keep the smoke from getting into the room. The secratary leaves. You ruined it. 
19:00- Your brother drives you home. It’s his turn. He pays attention to traffic. You pick at your nails, and wrestle some words down. Your head throbs, and you need a smoke. Or some coffee. 
20:11- You’re home. It smells like you, and you can breathe. It also smells like your brother. Maybe you smell the same. 
20:47- Dinner. You sit down, punctuated by an opening door. You brother’s boyfriend walks in, and he makes him a plate. You shake your head, and push food around on your plate while they talk about trade deals. You wish he wasn’t here. Or maybe you wish you were somehwere else. Maybe you wish you were on the beach, or maybe you miss your fiance. Actually, you always miss him, but most of the time you’ve forgotten. Watching them talk about the trade hurts anyway. It’s not even trade between the two of them. You figure it out and realize that you wish you were human. If you were human you never would’ve met your brother. You’d never have left Sicilia- Or maybe you’d be married to your fiance by now. Whatever. You wouldn’t know either of the men on the other side of the table, and it would be a better life. 
21:03- You brother’s boyfriend is gone. You’re screaming, and so is your brother. You’re both armed with wine glasses, and you feel yours slipping in your hand. You don’t want to drop it, because he’ll help you clean it. You can see it now- The glass falls and shatters, and you fall with it to pick up the pieces. Your brother’s hands meet yours as he does the same. You scream at him and someone bleeds while the other shouts into a pillow. You drink the rest of your wine. You try to talk so fast that you dribble wine down your shirt. Your throat feels tight and your voice pitches up, and now you sound like him. You tell him he’s stupid and obnoxious and he should’ve kept his half of the country. His eyes widen. Yours would too if someone was yelling at you in your own voice. You both ruin your shirts with tears, and Veneziano drops his wine glass. Good job, you say, and track footprints of wine out of the room. 
21:49- You need to go to sleep. You can hear your brother talking to his boyfriend on the phone. You wish it was light enough to see the picture of your fiance on the wall, and you don’t want to get out of bed to turn the light on. You know it’s there, and that helps, but you really wish you could see him. 
5:03- You didn’t sleep much last night. The quiet in the house hurts a little. You’re still in yesterday’s clothes. You wander downstairs. The floor is clean now, and the kitchen door is open. Your brother is outside. 
5:06- You’re not sorry and you let him know. He’s okay with it and you sort of wish he wasn’t but you’re glad he understadns. He makes you cry too much, but you also make him cry a lot. Maybe you shouldn’t live together. You don’t say that, because it might make him cry again. 
5:08- His head is on your shoulder. You can’t move. You think you’re supposed to put an arm around him and be comforting. Your hands were always too rough, too violent, too dirty. They never learned how to love gently. You wouldn’t know how to comfort. You were never supposed to learn what tenderness was. Last night, you wished you hadn’t. 
5:18- You hug him. He does most of the work. You bury your face in his shoulder pretending it’s someon else’s. 
5:19- He’s sorry. You don’t believe him. 
5:20- You say thank you. 
5:21- Niether of you talk. You might not be ready to talk yet. Is it okay, you ask him? He shrugs, because he’s not ready either. No one’s ever ready. 
5:24- You agree to try again today. You both know it won’t work. You try again. 
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langdxn · 5 years ago
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Can we get a continuation of the Grunge!Michael and y/n losing their virginity, now that they're assumingly fucking like rabbits, what happens when Ms Meed walks in? Cause we know its bound to happen.
Please forgive me, anon, I couldn’t resist making a massive reference to another movie here because it really fits Ms Mead’s character… it’s a very unusual crossover!
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The creak of Michael’s bedroom door gave her away. She tried knocking, but clearly hadn’t been heard over the steamy sounds of your laboured breaths, ecstasy-induced curses turning the air blue and the strained groans of Michael’s bed beneath you.
Is there any decent way to be caught mid-fuck by your boyfriend’s adoptive mother?
Your rocking hips froze to the spot as your blood boiled with embarrassment, a flush of desperate heat pricking at your cheeks as your facial muscles tensed uncontrollably. Michael’s eyes darted to the door behind you, both hands unceremoniously flying away from the craters they dug into your hips, raising in the space between you in a surrendering motion.
“Ms Mead… I—uh… I can explain,” he stammered, panic icing up every nerve in his body as he suddenly realised you were completely naked in front of Ms Mead. A quick scan of the room around you deduced Michael had thrown your clothes way out of reach for you to cover yourself. He shot up to lean against you, pressing his chest flush to yours to cover your modesty, hands resting over your bare ass. His frantic effort, however futile, was admirable considering his hands wouldn’t stop shaking as they grazed your exposed skin.
Static in utter consuming fear, you forced yourself to face Ms Mead out of sheer common decency. Your mom taught you to always make eye contact with your elders… but she never gave instructions on how to behave when an elder catches you riding your boyfriend.
Stretching your lips into a nervous smile as you turned, your gaze fell upon the short lady stood in the doorway, smiling. Smiling? Why was she smiling? She was practically beaming.
“Do you guys need anything?” Her chipper question tumbled from her tongue in a saccharine tone you’d never heard from her before, your brows instinctively knitting together as you processed her wide-eyed response to catching you in the act. “Some snacks? A condom?”
You spun back to Michael, eyes darting between his as he too computed her deadpan delivery of something so bizarre.
“Uh… no thanks mom,” he hesitated through a pained chuckle, swallowing harshly as his mouth ran dry. For the first time, he turned to you and noticed the shame washing over your face, the terror that made your blood run hot to cold, the uneasiness with which you refused to move a muscle with his length still buried inside you. He drew his lip between clenched teeth and his full lips turned a ghostly white.
“Okay, let me know!” There goes that enthusiastic cheer again, sending a fresh wave of stone cold humiliation coursing through your veins in parallel with the searing burn focused on your cheeks. Almost bobbing on her heels as she turned to leave, Ms Mead muttered to herself as she clicked the bedroom door closed behind her. “Oh, Satan love you.”
You and Michael stared at each other for what felt like hours. Not blinking, not laughing, not hyperventilating, not arguing. Just staring.
“Did Ms Mead just—“
“Y—yeah,” Michael stuttered, disbelief radiating from him.
“She knows Mean Girls?” Your forehead creased up with confusion. The mental image of Ms Mead settling down with hot chocolate and a chick flick on a Friday night wasn’t something you could process.  
“She’s made me watch it six times,” he sighed, wearily wiping his face with both hands and falling back down onto the sheets. “She says ‘it’s an example of classic modern day cinema giving a snapshot of social hierarchy in the ruthless high school setting.’ Plus she has a crush on the dude who plays Aaron Samuels.”
Mirroring him, you rinsed your face in your hands and peered through the gap in your fingers, soft despairing gasps leaving your lips when you couldn’t hold them in anymore.
“I can’t even,” you whimpered meekly, shuffling uncomfortably on your knees making Michael’s hips keen upwards, his jaw falling open and his breath catching in his throat.
His gaze suddenly snapped and met yours, face dropping from blind terror into feral desire in a heartbeat.
“Fuck this,” he yelped, clawing his hands into your hips and flipping you over until you rested against the sheets as he towered over you. Anchoring himself by one hand planted on the pillows beside your head, his hips slammed into yours and poured his length through your folds, bottoming out in a single thrust.
“Michael—oh fuck!” His fevered pace plowing his tip against your walls stole all semblance of composure from you, tipping your head back into the pillows and clamping your thighs around him with every languid, back-arching motion.
“The danger… the adrenaline,” he stuttered between frantic moans, his cock twitching desperately as he slipped through the fresh arousal seeping from your entrance. “I just really needed to fuck you.”
Unable to reply through racing moans as an overwhelming wave of tension bolting through your abdomen, coiling in the pit of your stomach and burning relentlessly, you strained to hold back a scream by biting down on his shoulder.
“No you fucking don’t,” Michael hissed, curling his hand around your throat and applying a determined pressure to pull his shoulder away. “Let her hear you.”
With another expertly curled swoop of his hips crashing against yours, your scream broke free, unfettered and blissful, just at the moment Michael’s motions stuttered into you and a similar moan echoed from his throat.
Riding out your high together lasted longer than ever before, gazing into each other’s eyes as you trembled beneath him, his hips rocking delicately, softly, romantically, as your arousals pooled together and gently dripped through your folds. You inhaled sharply, breaking the heavy silence to ask what had been on your mind since the door closed behind his mom.
“Do you think we should’ve taken Ms Mead up on the condom?”
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AHS 1984 Ep 4: Recap/Reactions
spoilers ahead:
I’m kinda surprised Billie said yes to snorting fake coke bc of her mom... :(
Hearing Montana say “Roll that pussy,” JUST SENDS ME 
also, her losing her shit, was such a mood
did she suck off the janitor???
I love that Montana is lowkey fucking insane??
THEY ARE RELATED, OH MY FUCKING GOD
I love how Montana is obsessed with killing Brooke, and Richard is just impressed with Mr. Jingles
“AT LEAST IT’S BEATING”
Bitch,, 
I just, gotta say this again - seeing Mr. Shue like this had got me fucked up still
the fact that Margett didn’t lose her shit by seeing two dead bodies just makes me laugh
and the fact that Mr. Fingels really hasn’t gotten to her yet is literally impossible
STEVIE
LEATHER AND LACE BITCH
IS THIS A SIGN LIKE IN APOCALYPSE WHEN STEVIE WAS GONNA COME
ARE WE GONNA SEE STEVIE?
ARE WE GONNA SEE MISTY?
IS THAT THE CHARACTER LILY’S GONNA PLAY??
The lunch lady is so nice wtf??
XAVIER NO
MY BABY
FUCK OFF
NO HE’S NOT DEAD
WAIT
FUCK OFF RYAN
I LIKED HIM
The fact that three eps have been one night is insane to me?
oh, hi Brooke, pls die
OH! WE WERE SO CLOSE
YES
HAHAAHAHHA YES
My mom: She deserved that, she's a dumbass
“Thank you for your sacrifice” BITCH YES
NO XAVIER BBY
oh, thank fucking god
Thank you, Birdie
Why does this feel like Michael and Ms. Meed again...?
If Brooke only knew she was about to die omfg
Baby Margret is so cute omg
the fact that she is a total freak - I’m here for it, I love it, I stan it
I have no shame in saying I want Margaret to fuck me and kill me at the same time. 
Me to @rabexxpaulson “I KNEW THEY FUCKED”
@rabexxpaulson to me “I BET SHE CUT HER OWN EAR OFF”
RICHARD IS GONNA DIE OR THEY’RE BOTH GONNA KILL BROOKE 
PLS IM SO HERE FOR THAT
So, Rameriz and Jingles are gonna kill each other
Montana and Dona are gonna kill each other
and Brooke is just gonna gets away
HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS INSANE
I was wrong, but close...
The fact that Margarett is praying is just weird, but I’m cool with it
Istg if they fuck...
I knew Margarett did it motherfucker
the parallels to Lana is insane!
Wow, we just,, learned so much. 
Margret, I love you, please come murder me in my sleep
SHE HAD A GUN, SHE SAID IT
Margret said: Not today, bitch
“This actor always suffers from thins he didn’t do” - @rabexxpaulson about John Carol
Hi, where did Xavier go? is he okay? I would like to know
MR SHUE QUIT BEING SO CREEPY PLS
Wow, now she looks like a hero... I love it
OH! KINGLES SAID, GOODBYE BITCHES
Xavier, baby
Margaret really living up these lies
Yeah, scary boi is Michael 2.0?
So, they have no way out, are they going to drag this out?
Are there going to be more killings?
Are the kids gonna show up?
Like what is the plot twist, bc we’re on ep 4 and it seems like it should be the last one...
Watch Sarah’s appearance be Lana interviewing Margaret :)
“WHAT IF THE LADY IN WHITE IS LILY AND THAT’S MARY EUNICE?” - @rabexxpaulson
but looking at the previews they’re all gonna kill each other
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send me 💍 + a ship and i’ll tell you— whoever you wanna do :)
Stony Edition 
where they get married
I imagine its on some pretty rooftop in Manhattan thanks 
when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )
EVENING WEDDING THANKS, maybe during the fall? 
what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )
maybe something borrowed? i can’t imagine they follow many traditions 
what their wedding cake looks like
here :)
….who smashes cake into whose face
ST E V E HE’S A MENACE 
who proposed to who first
also steve 
who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )
i think that steve’s at the alter and tony is walked by rhodey thanks
what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like
both are wearing black tie suits gotta go all out
what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have
color scheme i bet its white and gold, both of their simpler colors combined.. the decor i feel is pretty modern but like…. fANCY MODERN, the center pieces costed like 900 dollars each 
what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )
there isn’t a bouquet oops
what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )
improvised BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO
if anyone’s late to the wedding
T O N Y S T A R K 
who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other
bucky, thor, clint are in steve’s
nat, bruce, rhodey are in tony’s
what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing
the boys are wearing a simple tux and i feel like nat is wearing a gold dress
who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE AVENGERS IS MAKING A SPEECH
thor’s is sweet and so is bruce’s but nat and clint are fucking TELLING TERRIBLE ONES
rhodey has the best B E S T speech
who catches the bouquet( s )
no bouquet
what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )
oh god they’re all fucking siLLY – those two can’t be serious but there are some sweet ones in there but they’re just idiots 
what sort of food they have at the reception
oh im sure so fucking 50 dollar steak and potatoes 
who cries first during the ceremony
steven r o g e r s
how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )
the reception IS FUCKING WILD GOODBYE 
thor brought asgardian meed rip to everyone 
what their rings are like
both are very simple, steve can’t wear his all the time because missions so he also gets tattooed
but they both have engraved on the inside 
what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )
…………………………..stark tech
where they go for their honeymoon
anywhere warm, stevie doesn’t like the cold but HONESTLY its not like they’ll leaving the hotel room that often. so anywhere really
something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )
clint and thor have a drinking contest and clint ends up passed out in the middle of the dance floor for 2 hours before anyone really notices hes there
who officiates the ceremony
happy thANKS 
what song their first dance is to
steve’s SAPPY FAVORITE 40S SONG -- Dream a little Dream of Me by Doris Day
who gives who away as they walk down the aisle
rhodey gIVES TONY AWAY THANK YOU
Bawna Edition 
where they get married
some cute little forest wedding 
when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )
SPRING, a sweet evening spring wedding
what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )
they’d have ALL the TRADITIONS – they’d do the crush the glass for bucky, garter toss ;), something borrowed and something blue 
what their wedding cake looks like
here :)
….who smashes cake into whose face
bucky B U C K Y 
who proposed to who first
honestly why do i feel like its fawna 
who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )
bucky waits at the alter and fawna gets walked down by either steve for a friend of hers
what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like
i feel like its a very lowkey wedding, so bucky could get away with just a button down shirt and MAYBE a tie
fawna’s dress is here
what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have
i feel like their color scheme would be silver and green and white with maybe a hint of pink because fawna loves pink
i feel like the decor would be very simple, mostly flowers honestly
what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )
OOOOH this one here 
roses stand for passion and love, the tulips mean perfect love, Camellias are for affection and baby’s breath is everlasting love
what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )
god fawna’s are probably poetry and bucky’s are improvised 
if anyone’s late to the wedding
tony stark because its tony stark 
who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other
fawna has nat in her bridal party for SURE, and maybe a few of fawna’s friends
bucky has STEVE du h, maybe sam, thor, 
what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing
again the men are wearing simple things, just maybe silver button down shirts
the girls are wearing soft pink dresses 
who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )
ST E V E ‘ S GIVING A SPEECH NO ONE CAN STOP HIM and it’s nothing by sappy and sarcastic 
who catches the bouquet( s )
nat does i’m sure much to her dismay and SHE WASN’T TRYING trying to 
what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )
i think they’re very sweet, but there are done just on phones and such? i dont think they’d go all out with a hUGE real photographer it doesn’t seem like them
what sort of food they have at the reception
something SIMPLE, maybe just a small buffet? 
who cries first during the ceremony
lmao steve 
how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )
i can’t imagine its TOO WILD, but there are is a nice flow of champagne and roaming hands
what their rings are like
fawna gets a pink diamond im sURE OF IT, and bucky get’s his engraved into the metal 
what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )
HEART SHAPED SPARKLERS ARE SO CUTE but also some little “love” potion
where they go for their honeymoon
somewhere warm, maYBE SOMEWHERE LIKE YELLOWSTONE DURING THE SUMMER. it would be woodsy and warm and cute fireflies and nature and not busy so it would be perfect for them both
something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )
they convince bucky to do the garter pull off blind folded but totally put sam in a dress and put on fawna’s garter 
who officiates the ceremony
maybe just a priest? gotta do it the jewish way
what song their first dance is to
They Say It's Wonderful - Frank Sinatra BECAUSE ITS SOFT AND ROMANTIC THANKS
who gives who away as they walk down the aisle
i think a close friend of fawna’s gives her away
Stucky Edition
where they get married
a veterns hall in brooklyn thank you
when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )
a breezy summer afternoon OKAY 
what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )
CRUSH A GLASS but that’s about it
what their wedding cake looks like
THIS ONE 
….who smashes cake into whose face
are you kidding they both try to do it its a mess
who proposed to who first
not bUCKY
who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )
i dont think there’s a big walking down the aisle thing that’s not their style
what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like
i feel like its on the relaxed side so not full suit and bowtie but still dressed up in a nice blazer and hair done
what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have
BLUE AND SILVER that’s it that’s the colors. and the decor is pretty minimal i think its a very lowkey wedding when it comes to all the decorations neither of them cared
what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )
nooooo bouquet 
what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )
IMPROVISED BECAUSE THEY’RE SAPS 
if anyone’s late to the wedding
how many times can i say tony stark?
who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other
thor, clint and tony are steve’s (shhhhhh im making them friends again shut UP)
nat, wanda and sam bucky’s
what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing
blue ties on steve’s side and silver dresses and sliver tie for bucky’s
who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )
tony and sam give the LONGEST MOST SARCASTIC SPEECHES
wanda is the absolutely worst and tells  tHE most embarrassing stories 
nat also tells embarrassing stories but hers is also the fucking softest and sweetest 
who catches the bouquet( s )
nooooo bouquet
what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )
THE SAPPIEST PHOTOS THEY’RE BIG SAPS NOTHING BUT KISSING AND THEM BEING S O F T
what sort of food they have at the reception
gotta have A LOT OF FOOD FOR STEVE AND BUCKY. I imagine since its early evening something light? maybe chicken and veggies they’re simple boys
who cries first during the ceremony
stEVIE
how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )
asgardian meed means its gets wild, sam is on a table, clint can’t see anymore but its fun
what their rings are like
SIMPLE, just golden bands, they’re much more into wearing each other’s dog tags.. but steve gets a tattooed ring and bucky gets his engraved on his metal finger
what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )
ART WORK BY STEVE -- something simple for each mini canvas but its sweet and personal and makes everyone sob 
where they go for their honeymoon
they either just hole up in their apartment for a week and don’t go anywhere OR they go somewhere warm like ITALY IN THE SUMMER and stay in some little seaside house and eat endless pasta and dance until dawn in hole in the wall Italian dance halls 
something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )
SAM DRUNK DANCES ON THE TABLE AND NO ONE CAN GET HIM DOWN and clint loses his shirt somewhere during the evening but no one knows how or where the shirt ends up
who officiates the ceremony
a priest? MAYBE BRUCE WHO KNOWS
what song their first dance is to
You go to my head Billie Holiday because its 40s and ITS S A P P Y
who gives who away as they walk down the aisle
rebecca demands to give bucky away thank you for coming to my ted talk
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Leason learned ch 1
This does have a few warnings. Mention of date rape drugs and drugged rape. Single pregnancy also.
On moblie and can’t put in a break. Sorry.
The teacher list who needed Ta's had been posted for a week before she had got the chance to look at it. She was kicking herself now even more than she had been already. If her life hadn't been going down hill since she got the news that changed everything and then her parents had cut off the financial aide because of her decisions this was going to be the next bad thing in her life. At twenty two she was technically an adult and had been for four years as she had gone to college and then Grad school this was her final year. She had managed to scrape up enough for tuition and books and even a small apartment but she needed to make a little money to prepare for her new reality.
The last teacher accepting  Applications was the one she had avoided for the five years she had been at the school. There was something about him that set her awareness off. Not only was he one of the best forensic  investigators in the world he was handsome as hell as well. She hung her head low and swallowed her pride as she headed to his office. There was a box of applications outside his door and she took one and sat down by the door to fill it out when the door opened and there was a woman who was crying as she looked horrified and nearly ran from the door.
"Oh another one, good." The professor said as he looked down at the woman sitting in the floor. His sarcasm was thick, "well come on and let's get this over with."
"Sir, I-was just filling this out. I didn't expect an interview today." She replied.
"Does it truly matter if today or tomorrow? Will the information change in twenty four hours?" He asked.
"No sir." She replied as she stood.
"Then let's get this over with." He said as he took her application and turned and went into the office and she followed as she squared her shoulders and then looked around the room and saw there was no personal touches. There were no windows and she looked at the door and saw the same. "Well Mouse what do you see?"
"Nothing." She replied.
"And that means?" He asked.
"I honestly see nothing. There is nothing in here that shows who you are. I believe this room was once a storage closet. The lack of windows gives that away, the door is the same. No window." She replied.
"What else do you see?" He asked now amused at this one person.
"You're a Private person. You don't take your accomplishments too seriously. You're not married or at least you wear no ring. You must work out as the sports bag in the corner. Im guessing that with your impatience to complete this interview you never wanted a TA to begin with but the department just got a grant to hire one for every professor and your hand was dealt." She said.
"Why do you need this job?" He asked with a gleam in his golden eyes.
"To make money." She replied.
"We all need a job for that. You could easily qualify for assistance obviously why this job?" He asked.
"You're the only professor left." She replied. "I meed a job that can work around my schedule here at school."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I need to cram two semesters into one." She replied.
"So you only plan to work for one semester? I thought the job posted was for both?" He asked fully knowing that it was.
"I will work for you as long as I can into the second semester." She said swallowing hard.
"And the reason for your departure?" He asked.
"Is personal." She replied.
He stared at her for a moment and then nodded, "Quite right. Some things should remain completely personal. Be here at eight am tomorrow and we will go over your hours and responsibilities."
"Wait you're hiring me?" She asked surprised.
He chuckled and the sound filled the room, "Mouse I do believe you will fill the job well."
"Thank you sir!" She said.
"First rule don't call me sir." He said as his eyes snapped back into a hard stare.
"Yes professor." She said as she stood and placed her hand out.
"Miss Hanson I will see you in the morning", as he took her hand and shook it and she turned out of the office. She had a shocked smile on her face but she was breathing out easier. Not only did she get a job but she had virtually said she would have to leave the position mid semester as well and he was accepting of that. She nearly bounced out of the building to her car.
This was going to be a new start of her being self reliant. She had a long way to go but this was her new start. She made her way back to the small dingy apartment she had and looked around it had potential for something but for now she sat down on the futon and sighed.
She was up at sunrise and on her way to the building. She squared her shoulders again and took a deep breath and instantly regretted that. She felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to swallow the feeling. It wasn't going away. She walked up the stairs to the office of the professor who hired her and found him sitting at his desk as she knocked on the door that had been propped open. He was hunched over his desk with a bowl of food that was mushed and mixed together, she tried to swallow the feeling again but couldn't. She turned and ran to the rest room and threw up. She finished and washed her mouth and tried to clean herself up before she walked out and back to the office.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Fine." She replied.
"Miss Hanson is there anything I need to know?" He asked.
"No." She replied as she took the seat across from the desk. "Now what exactly will I be required to do?"
"Straight to business. I appreciate that." He said with a smirk. He began listing everything that she would have to which included helping grade papers, making copies, fetching items for him at times, helping with office hours, and keeping his schedule open. She nodded as he listed everything and he was watching her as she took notes. She knew he was. She knew she should tell him as it would be out soon enough but she wanted to show him she could do this job and finish her course load. For some reason proving herself to one person would make all the difference. He was that one person. She would be the best assistant he ever had, she resigned herself to being that.
She would show the world she was okay with what was thrown at her. She would roll with the punches that life gave her and though she was down and out right now she would rise again. She had so many things to worry about this job didn't seem to be one of them. She smiled to herself. This was going to be alright as she sighed to herself.
"Mouse are you paying attention?" He asked as it seemed she zoned out for a moment.
"Yes professor." She replied with a smile.
"Really now? What was the last thing I said?" He asked as he sat back in the chair watching her.
"You said you preferred your coffee black and that certain blend." She repeated.
"Good. You surprise me mouse." He said as he leaned forward. "I do believe we shall work well together."
"Professor my name is Noelle, not mouse." She said.
"However I will continue to call you Mouse." He smirked, "it seems to fit you more."
"Thanks a lot." She said sarcastically.
"You're very welcome." He replied with the nonchalance that only someone who didn't care what people thought of them. She wondered if she could learn that from him as well. She hadn't taken his class before so she would have to crash study it as he taught it so she could keep up with the demand of being his assistant. "Now mouse, you look exhausted did you stay out partying last night?"
"I don't party." She replied.
"Hot date then?" He asked with his eye brows up.
"I don't date either." She said.
"Then what?" He asked.
"My neighbors were fighting all night. The apartment I live in had paper thin walls." She said as she rubbed her eyes.
"Then you should move." He said.
"I wish I could." She said as she nervously laughed slightly, "I barely can afford that one."
"Then This job should help out with that." He replied.
"I have other things to buy then a new apartment." She said and he again looked her over.
"I expect that you will be dedicated to this position Mouse. If I give you work to do I expect it to be done in a timely manner and your personal life to not effect your job here."He said.
"And that means what exactly?" She asked.
"Do not bring your significant others here to distract you." He said. She started laughing almost to the point she had tears in her eyes.
"That won't be a problem, Professor." She said.
"I am not sure I follow." He said softly.
"I have no 'significant other' to worry about and I don't see that issue arising anytime soon." She replied.
"Why ever not?" He probed as he looked her over again.
"I just don't." Noelle said as she looked back at him. Now was the perfect chance to say the reason why but she couldn't bring herself to say it. The last time she said the words her parents looked at her with disgust saying she had thrown her life away. She knew life was never going to be easy again but she was determined. For some reason beyond her knowledge she wanted one person to see she could do it and make something for herself. Again it fell to This Professor for that to happen.
As he gave her the list of things he needed before classes started the next week and she set off to get them for him. This was going to be the most difficult thing she had ever done but she was going to do it all.
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arc-misadventures · 3 years ago
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Pyrrhos and Jeanne(R63 Pyrrha and Jaune): Weiss doesnt get what Pyrrhos see in her so she tries to spend the day with Jeanne going out as friends. Now she knows. And Pyrrhos and Ruby feel dread, over gaining a rival to his partner/her bestie's affections.
Hmmm…
Once You Get To know Her…
Jeanne: I’m really happy you asked me to go out into, Vale with you, Weiss. We don’t get to spend much time together.
Weiss: We don’t…
Jeanne: I know, but hopefully after today, we can spend more time together!
Weiss: Why is she such a ray of sunshine…?! It’s okay, Weiss, you’re doing this for Pyrrhos, and Ruby. You can do this…
Jeanne: So where are we going first?
Weiss: Hmm…? Oh, shopping, I meed to buy some new outfits.
Jeanne: Sounds fun, lets get going shall we?
Weiss: Yeah… lets…
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Jeanne: No, no, Weiss, I won’t allow it!
Weiss: W-What’s wrong? I think I look good in this.
Jeanne: You do, no question about it. But, you need to wear something with more colour! All your clothes, are just shades of white to grey, with a dash of red, and some light-blue. I know you Atlasians don’t have the most sophisticated colour palette because of that whole, colour revolution. But, it’s just so boring… Try these instead!
Weiss: T-These?! But these are so… So… Uhh…?!
Jeanne: You clearly know nothing about fashion. Go, go on and try them on, alright?
Weiss: But…?!
Jeanna: Go!
Weiss: Okay, okay…
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Jeanne: Hmm… Well, the burgundy blouse most certainly compliments your porcelain skin flawlessly. The tight, black jeans showing of the curves of your legs, the high-heel boots only contemplating that in turn… And yet something is missing…
Coco: A necklace perhaps? Something long with a golden hue.
Jeanne: Yes… Yes that would work… Something in a darker shade, with no gems on it. We want her to stand out, but not too much.
Coco: Oh, but of course my dear. Who do you take me for?
Jeanne: An expert in the art of fashion. I never doubt you for a moment, Coco. But, Weiss here is clearly inexperience in the art of fashion.
Coco: And, with a body like hers? Haa… Atlas, they now how to look nice, but not how to dress nice!
Weiss: Umm… Since when was, Coco here…?
Jeanne: Since I called her here… Hmm…?
Weiss: But, why is she here?
Jeanne: I required assistance, Weiss. You look simply fabulous in almost anything you wear, so I needed a second opinion on this.
Weiss: Oh… W-Why thank you, Jeanne…
Jeanne: No problem, Weiss~! Oh! I got it!
Coco: Let’s hear it then.
Jeanne: She needs a jacket! Something in a nice rich red brown, preferably with a darker hue. And a flat brim hat; preferably something that rest more on the back, than the front of the head.
Coco: Oh, you are a genius, Jeanne!
Jeanne: I try~!
Coco: Try these on for size, Weiss.
Weiss: O-Okay…
Jeanne: Oh, oh my…
Coco: You’re an artist, Jeanne.
Jeanne: Only because the canvas was of such a high quality. So, what do you think, Weiss, do you like it?
Weiss: …
Jeanne: Weiss…?
Weiss: I can just pay, and walk out with these still on… R-Right?
Coco: Hehe~! I think she likes it~!
~~~
Weiss: How did you find this place, these desserts are delicious?!
Jeanne: Coco, took me here after one of our many shopping escapades. The meals are simple divine.
Weiss: I know, the cream on this cake is just so fluffy and sweet~!
Jeanne: Hehe~!
Weiss: What’s so funny…?
Jeanne: You.
Weiss: M-Me?
Jeanne: Yes you. You’re acting like a little girl whose been given her favourite treat. It’s nice to see another side of the refined high-class girl I know.
Weiss: Oh, thanks…
Jeanne: No… Oh? Hold still for a moment, Weiss…
Weiss: Hmm…? What’s wrong?
Jeanne: Nothing to worry about, you just have a little cream on the side of your face. I’ll just dab it off, and… there, all done~!
Weiss: Oh… T-Thank you, Jeanne…
Jeanne: No problem, Weiss~!
Weiss: …
Weiss: Has anyone ever told you, that when you smile the sun shines behind you illuminating hair to give you the appearance of an angel…
Jeanne: I have been told that, multiple times actually. I don’t understand why though…
Weiss: That’s because you are an angel, and must be protected at all costs…
Jeanne: Beg pardon…?
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Yang: Hey, Weiss welcome…?! Damn…! Looking good there, Weiss. Really good.
Weiss: Thank you, Yang. Jeanne, help get a new outfit.
Yang: I need to go outfit shopping with her later then.
Weiss: You should it’s… it’s quite pleasant.
Yang: Hmm…?
Ruby: So… Did you have fun with, Jeanne?
Weiss: Yeah, I did. It was… It was really pleasent.
Ruby: I knew you’d have fun with her!
Weiss: Ruby… Just like, Pyrrhos, you have a crush on, Jeanne too, no?
Ruby: W-W-What?! N-No I don’t?!
Yang: Your binder says otherwise, Sis…
Ruby: Yang?!
Weiss: I see… Very well! I’m throwing my hat into the ring too.
Ruby: You what?
Yang: You too, Weiss?
Weiss: Spend a day alone with her, Yang, and you’ll understand, you’ll understand it all too well…
Ruby: W-Wait… D-Do you like, Jeanne too…?!
Weiss: I do. And, unlike you two spineless cowards; I will do what it takes to have that, Angel by my side!
Ruby: What…?
Yang: Ha! You wanted to improve their relationship, Rubes, this is all on you.
Ruby: …
Ruby: Shit…
Yang: Excuse you?!
Ruby: Oh no…
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bluebellhairpin · 6 years ago
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Jason Todd/Red Hood Headcanons
A/N: Jayjay, my Bae-bae. Jk, I have no bae. #Forever-alone. ANYWAY here’s the headcanons my lovely Anon. - Nemo
Request: Jason todd headcannon for having an s)o who is Roy's best friend? Thanks love 💕 - Anonymous 
Waning(s): Language (but is that even a warning anymore tbh), and some sexual themes (hits towards the woo-hooing and doing the do at certain points so be warned).
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- Okay, you both definitely met through Roy-boy ‘accidentally’ bringing you out on patrol with him one night. No if’s or but’s about it.
“Who the heck is this?
“WHaT dO YoU meAn? TheRe’s nO One HerE.”
“Excuse you Harper, I thought we were friends?”
- But you really did hit it off right away, in your own way. Roy wasn’t too pleased about his two besties paying more attention to each other than him.
“Get over it you pussy.”
“Language Todd.”
“Suck it (l/n).”
“Keep telling yourself that Red-head. I’ll only ever ‘suck it’ in your dreams.” *Cue Roy dying and Jason sending you heart eyes*
- Once thing get more intimate you and Jason go everywhere together. AND (because you’re such a bad-ass) you con Roy into being the embarrassed third-wheel.
“Would this look good on me?”
“Babe, everything looks good on you.”
“Aw, Jay, that’s so sweet of yo-”
“But it’s look better on the floor of my bedroom.” *You then slap Jason as Roy’s spirit leaves his body to go find anywhere else to be*
- You’re both too cute together, and Roy can’t figure out if it’s because you both are actually like that, or whether you both are doing it to piss him off.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you to the moon and back.”
“I love you so much that I’d fight superman.”
“I love it when you both stOP TAlkIng.” 
- Jason and you have cooking nights and, naturally, you invite Roy because you don’t want him feeling left out. These nights are one of the rare things Roy doesn’t mind doing with you. Because he gets to be the judge and eat whatever you both cook.
“So, what do you think?”
“Meeds morw pwatcice.”
“Damn it! I knew I should’ve put more into it.”
“Don’t worry (y/n), we’ll just make it again.” *Roy celebrates because more food from two A+ home cooks*
- You and Jason also have movie nights. Sometimes at the cinema, sometimes at home, but you like to invite Roy to these too. Roy likes these too. More free food, and there’s a free movie with this one.
“Want more popcorn?”
“Yeah please.”
“Okay, I’ll go get some.”
“Some for Roy too.” *Roy celebrates again because his bestie remembered he was running low on popcorn even though they can see he is*
- I’d be lying if I say Roy didn’t get possessive when Jason started dating you. His best friend is taking away his other best friend. What if he gets stuck alone forever?
“Roy, um, I don’t want to come of as brash, but um...” 
“What is it (y/n)? You can tell me.”
“Do you think you could stop spooning me? It’s a bit uncomfortable.”
“Yeah Roy, they’re a bit uncomfortable.” *Jason glares at Roy as Roy finally peels himself off you*
- But eventually everything turned out okay and you all reached a certain point of understanding and tolerance. Everything now works like a fine-oiled machine.
“Roy, did you eat the chocolate?”
“No... But if I did, hypothetically speaking, why would that be a problem?” 
“Because I was saving it to give to (y/n) when they got back from Metropolis.”
“I’ll go get some more. They like (c/f) chocolate, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okie dokie. Catch you later Todd.”
“If you’re not back by noon with the chocolate I’ll hunt you down and severe your head.”
“Love you too!”
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