#randomly getting Inspo in the middle of the day

[attheendoftheline]

Orpheus would say something that sounds like an incredibly cheesy pickup line but mean it so earnestly. Or he’d not understand the point of them/realize what he’s implying.

“Do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you” he in fact scraped his knees going to Eurydice’s table, absolutely ate shit, dropped a pickup line and has the eyes of a sad puppy or precious moments figure. You can’t not—

[darling-i-read-it]

Burns

Charlie Swan x fem!reader, Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap (for both men, both are legal but carlisle is like 223297493 years old so do with that what you’d like lol), burns (second and first degree), doctors office, me knowing too much about twilight 

Author’s Note: IM WRITING A PART 2 RN BUT WANTED TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS <3 I literally randomly had a burst of inspo to write this and i lowkey love it…

Summary: You’re a waitress at the local diner to pay off tuition in the summer. You have a small crush on the chief of police who comes in to get his coffee from you. You thought that was all it was until you met the resident doctor when you have a mishap and now you’re stuck between two incredibly charming men that both have a little crush on you. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Forks, Washington was under a near constant cover of rain. You were aware of it when you woke up in the morning, prepared to see the dreary weather that greeted you through the window. You could smell the rain on the pavement before it came, see it in the clouds as they hovered above. You were always prepared for it, always ready for it. 

Today, the sun was out. Summer usually calls for something more temperate. You found that those days weren’t necessarily unwelcome, but never your favorite. Everyone went outside when it was sunny. You could see people you hadn’t seen in ages. You never made an effort to see them in the first place for a reason. There was an uncharacteristic amount of skin showing. It may only be mid 70s but everyone suddenly acted like the ocean water was a relief to their burning skin. 

You sweat easily, especially in the diner. The Lodge had little to no air conditioning and the sun brought people in droves. Everyone wanted a bite to eat. They all remembered the diner had milkshakes. It was never a great mix for a waitress. 

You turned the corner on your heel, giving a quaint smile to Cora, your coworker. She looked like she was going to melt away. 

“Do you think anyones gonna leave early today?” she asked quietly behind the counter. You shook your head. She had the coffee pot in her hand and was holding it tightly so it didn’t spill. You looked around the packed diner, laughter bubbling from sections where it normally was silent. You shook your head, giving her a sad look. 

“We’re in for one.” 

“I should’ve called out,” she muttered. “You should’ve called out. This place needs us.” You shook your head. 

“You’ve gotta put food on the table,” you reminded her. She had a kid who was going into middle school. You had met her when Cora brought her in, her headphones stuck in her ears and reading some trashy teen novel. 

“Always the voice of reason,” she muttered. “Plus, you gotta pay tuition.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

You were going to college in Seattle but always worked the summers back in Forks. You loved the little town despite its insanity. You found that most of it was quiet, even on louder days. Plus, it was always easy to find a job back home. You were practically shoved the waitress apron when you returned this summer. You had been doing it since you graduated high school, always trying to find something to keep yourself occupied. You were coming upon your senior year in college and the extra money helped immensely. 

“Hey, your boyfriends here,” Cora teased. She pushed herself off the counter to refill someone’s coffee cup. You furrowed your brows in confusion even though you knew exactly who she meant. 

You watched as chief of police Charlie Swan walked through the doors with a clink of the bell above his head. He met your eyes and gave you an awkward half wave, which you returned slightly more enthusiastically. He walked up to the counter, squeezing between the people sitting there. Someone said hello to him and he gave them a nod in acknowledgment. 

“You guys are busy today huh?” he questioned, scoffing. 

“Just a bit,” you admitted. His presence never ceased to bring butterflies to your stomach. Maybe you were harboring a small/not so small crush on the sheriff but you tried your best not to show it. You assured Cora it was just something silly for you to feel as you passed through your work day. Still, her eyes lingered on yours as she went around the counter to greet someone else because she knew you were busy. “It’s the sun.” 

“Brings out all the loonies,” he said. 

“I imagine you’re busy out there too.” He was always scanning around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. His eyes flicked from you to the people beside him, then back to you. 

“Taking my 15.” 

“Just to see lil ol me?” you teased. Even as the words left your mouth you felt self conscious of them. This time though, he gave a half smile. 

“You make the best coffee I’ve ever had,” he promised. You tried not to get flustered. 

“Well, it looks like you need a double today, Sheriff.” 

“Charlie, how many times do I have to tell you?” You rolled your eyes. He leaned against the diner counter even though there were no seats. You turned around, every other table lost in your mind. Cora would help you out until he left.

“Well Charlie, it might be too hot for a hot coffee. You could’ve gone to one of those fancy coffee shops,” you offered, grabbing a coffee pot. 

“Yeah, can you imagine me ordering there? I have a hard enough time with you.” 

“I think I get what you mean by now,” you joked. You poured him a cup and grabbed three sugars and two creams. “Anything else?” 

“You always this quick with your service?” he questioned, looking at the people down the line who hadn’t gotten their food. 

“I’m just the coffee girl with a pretty smile. I don’t control the food orders.” You handed him a stirring stick as he opened his sugar packets. “Plus, you’re the chief of police Charlie. I don’t wanna get arrested.” He chuckled, a real genuine laugh. 

“I think I’ll let you off for this one.” You smiled at your success. The laugh was guaranteed to be the highlight of your shift. 

“Thanks Charlie.” You turned back to the kitchen which was starting to call things out. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am.” He grabbed some cash out of his wallet. “Keep the change.” 

“You’re my favorite customer Charlie,” you joked at his more than generous tip of 100%. He did a little salute with his finger and raised the cup to you. 

“Go do your job otherwise you’re bound to get more angry customers than I am.” 

You nodded once and bowed out of the conversation gracefully. You grabbed the food from behind you and started to bring it out. Cora gave you a look as you passed her, the smile plastered on your face a clear tell of your conversation. 

“Peach cobbler,” you said to one of your regulars. She was a small old lady who always came in on Saturdays, at exactly the same time. You enjoyed talking with her and catching up on her life. She got the same thing each time and the consistency was something you appreciated. “Sorry it’s been slower today Miss. Heidi. The heat has the whole of Forks out!” She shook her head, brushing you off. 

“No worries at all,” she assured you. “It’s not like I’m not gonna come back.” You shared in her shaky laughter. She picked up her fork just as you were about to leave and pointed it at Charlie. “You making heart eyes at the chief over there sweetheart?” You flushed immediately. Maybe you weren’t so great at hiding it. 

“Maybe. But keep your mouth shut Heidi,” you whispered with a smile. She chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Charlie who was finishing his coffee already. He had started a conversation with the man beside him. Charlie seemed to know everyone in town. 

“Aren’t you a little young for him?” You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s perfectly constenting and legal,” you assured her. “I’m plenty older than his daughter if that’s what you’re gonna say.” 

“I was gonna mention.” Her eyes wrinkled at the edges, shaking her head. Her movements didn’t feel like she was disagreeing with you. More so that she was gossiping with a friend, just girls being girls. “He had his heart broken by her mother, you know. He’s a good man.” 

“Is that your consent Heidi? Because I don’t even know if he feels the same way.” Your voice was lighthearted. She grabbed your hand, her saggy skin feeling comforting. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.” You scrunched your face a little and shook off her words. You were still on the clock. 

“Enjoy your peach cobbler Heidi.” 

-

You brushed your hair out of your face. The sun had finally subsided for the evening, giving way for the clouds. You embraced their presence, appreciating the way that the cool air felt on your overworked skin. Cora was still hanging around after her shift, waiting for her husband to come pick her up. You sat on the back steps of The Lodge, watching the trees sway. 

“The air feels so crisp,” you muttered. 

“You say the weirdest things,” she grumbled, laughing. She was leaning against the building. “It’s the trees.” 

“I know.” You were going to leave right after work and finally drive back home but you needed a moment to sit and enjoy the day. It had been a long shift. Cora and you were officially trauma bonded. 

“How was the chief?” 

“Good,” you promised. “Sweet.”

“A guy can be sweet and catch criminals?” 

“He’s assertive,” you argued. When Cora laughed she did it with her whole chest. 

“Honey, you’re down bad.” You rolled your eyes and stood up. Cora’s eyes followed you as you did so, turning back to the door inside the diner. “You’re goin back into that hellhole?” 

“Forgot my phone,” you said. “Also, I am not. It’s a work crush. I’m entitled to one! Just like you like the produce guy!” 

“I do not like the produce guy. I think he’s hot. Big difference!” You rolled your eyes as you opened the door back inside. The heat hit you again, unpleasantly. You had to weave through the cooks to get back to the front. You couldn’t remember when you had put your phone down. You were making a phone call during your break. Maybe you had left it on hte steps outside after all? 

“Hey Jerry?!” you called to the cook in the back.

“What?!” 

“You seen my phone?” 

“No! All I’ve seen are burgers!” You rolled your eyes harder this time and dipped underneath the counter to see if you had put it with the sugars and stuff. You let out an annoyed groan when it wasn’t there. 

You turned too quick and ran right into the closing waitress. She was holding a hot pot of coffee and effectively spilled it all over you. You gasped involuntarily, the feeling of scorching coffee seeping through your clothes. The gasp turned into a seethe as you packed up. You could hear her speaking, the high pitched, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” reverberating off your eardrums. You had dropped coffee on yourself before. All you could think of was that you needed a towel and some cold water. 

You turned on a dime and walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the sink back there and fumbled your hand around for a towel to use. 

“Jerry, towel,” you mumbled, the burning skin now setting into a tingle. He turned his head around and saw you. He started to fumble around. You walked in front of him to grab the towel and just barely lost your balance, causing your hand to fly up onto the table. 

Right onto the stove. 

This time you yelped. The coffee was already forgotten as there was now more of an issue at hand. 

“Woah dollface!” Jerry exclaimed. He grabbed your wrist because you were just staring at your red hand. You had put your entire palm down. You looked up at him, tears staining your eyes from pain, and he brought you over to the sink. 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned as he put it under the cold water. It didn’t subside any pain, just added another sensation. “Jerry that hurts!” 

“Hey Y/N, I have your phone in my apron.” Cora came through the door to witness you breathing heavily next to the sink, Jerry the cook practically holding you down. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” he explained. 

“She spilled coffee on me,” you blubbered childishly. You could feel all your body parts at once, like you were on fire. You had no brain power to say anything else. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cora muttered. She rushed forward, grabbing your wrist to look at it. “You gotta get this checked out honey.” You gave her a somber looking face. “I know, I know. I’ll take you. Where’s your car keys?” You reached in your apron with your non burnt hand. It was soaking wet from the coffee. 

“Is she okay?” the waitress asked, sticking her head through the window. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” Jerry said. 

“She what?!” 

Cora put her hand on your back, leading you out the door. You took deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You were fine. You were gonna be fine. 

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. “You have to g-”

“I’ll have Steven do it,” she said. Her husband. You gave her a look of pure thankfulness as she helped you into the passenger seat of her car. 

“I really don’t have to go to the hospital over this,” you tried to say. 

“I know you don’t. But I think it’s safer than waiting.” You put your head against your headrest. 

-

Cora dragged you by your free arm to the front desk. She was the one who gave your name and your information as you stood beside her, holding your hand. You looked like a mess, given the coffee all over you. You were sure this could all just be fixed by some water and ointment from the store but Cora insisted. 

She rambled on about how a family member hadn’t gone in for a burn and it ended up being more severe then they thought, damaging below the skin. Her words were not comforting. 

Eventually they called you back to be looked at. You sat on an exam table with a thin paper on top. A nurse had come in to check on you and give you something for your hand while you waited for the doctor. 

You were in a row of beds. Cora pulled the curtains aside to give you privacy. 

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” you said. 

“They don't get to know all your business. HIPAA or whatever.” You squinted. 

“I don’t think-” 

“Ladies.” Carlisle Cullen stepped through the curtain at the open side. He was holding a clipboard, a charming smile plastered on his face. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. “Y/N, I hear you burned your hand.” You nodded. 

“And her chest,” Cora muttered. She must have noticed Carlisle’s looks as well. Or maybe she just noticed your reaction to him. You cleared your throat. 

“I had coffee spilled on me.” 

“No, you should check it out. It’s bad.” You gave a look. Carlisle’s smile remained, shaking his head. You had heard of him but never had a reason to come out and see him. You wouldn’t even call this a valid reason. 

“Sounds like an awful case of bad luck.” You nodded. “Can I take a look?” He sat on a spinny chair and pulled it towards you. You extended your hand to him. 

“I’m gonna go call Steven,” she said to you. You nodded. She patted your back, her eyes lingering on your doctor even as she left. Carlisle held your hand in his, gently looking it over. You looked down at him. 

“A stove did this?” 

“Yeah. It was dumb,” you promised. “I lost my balance looking for a rag for the coffee burn.” 

“And that’s okay?” You nodded. 

“I think. I mean, my hand feels way worse,” you assured him. 

“Your friend seems to think otherwise.” 

“Cora’s dramatic by nature.” He laughed gently. 

“Well the stove fought back.” He wheeled backwards towards the table beside your bed. “It looks like second degree burns on your hand. I’ll send you home with some ointment for it and you’ll wanna wrap it up so that you don’t get it caught on your clothes or anything.” You nodded. “I’ll wrap it for you first, show you how to do it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” He stood up and fumbled in the desks drawer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to check on the coffee burns?” He glanced back at you. You looked down at your shirt. It had mostly gotten your stomach. You could still feel pain there, probably driven by the fact you never got to clean it off. 

“If you think it’ll help?”

“Stomach burns are interesting just because of their placement. It’s harder to wrap them. I think it would be beneficial for me to make sure they’re only first degree, if anything.” You nodded. You would listen to him read the phone book. 

“Okay.” He walked back over. Before even touching your shirt he made eye contact with you. 

“Only if you’re comfortable. I can wait till your friend comes back if you want me to.” You shook your head. 

“I’m okay!” you promised. You cleared your throat and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You carefully lifted it up over your torso, holding it just above the wet spot. Carlisle’s eyes went down to your body. 

“You said the hand hurt more?”

“By far.” 

“Can I touch you?” Please. You cleared your throat again. 

“Sure.” He put an icy hand on your hip, lightly brushing your burn with his thumb. 

“How much does that hurt? Scale one to ten?” 

“Five.” He applied more pressure. 

“Now?” 

“Seven. Your hands are really cold, which could be worsening the effects,” you joked. He chuckled, his lips turning up a bit. 

“Sorry about that.” He backed up a bit. You put your shirt back down. “Those are first degree burns. It only hit in some spots. Should feel numb or touchy for a couple days. You can put the ointment there too but you shouldn’t have to wrap it up.”

“The hand needs it.”

“The hand needs it,” he agreed. He had put some stuff on the counter, which he now took in his hands. He squeezed something out a bottle and put a bit of it on his finger, taking your hand back in his. “Let me know if the pressure is too much.” 

You watched him, your free hands fingers curled under the bed you were sitting on. He gently covered your hand, using such a light touch that it was like he was barely there. 

“You’re good at this.” 

“It’s my job,” he said, smiling. “Are you from out of town? I don’t think I’ve had you in here before.” 

“Just lucky,” you quipped. “I go to college in Seattle too so I’m usually out there.” He nodded slowly. 

“Fancy.”

“The drive back is beautiful.” He nodded slowly. His hand lingered on yours as he examined his work. “So is this town.” 

“Do you work at the diner?”

“Yeah! That’s where I got this beauty.” He scooted back, grabbing the bandages.

“I think my son’s seen you there. He’s graduating high school in a year and likes his seclusion,” he explained. 

“Son?” you asked. 

“Edward.” 

“No, I’m just stunned you have a child. You look far too young,” you said, laughing incredibly. He grinned sheepishly. You tried not to think of him being married or the lack of ring on his finger. 

“He’s technically my foster son,” he described. 

“I see. Do you do it all on your own?” You winced. That was aggressive. “I don’t mean to pry.” “It’s alright,” he said, shaking his head, completely cool. “Yes, they’re all under my care. I haven’t found the right one quite yet. Plus, she’d have to take on more than a couple stragglers with me.” His eyes flicked up to yours. They met for a moment longer than they should have. You had to look away. 

“Sounds like a task.” 

“It’s definitely not for everyone.” He tightened your bandage. “There. I’ll send you home with some of this, it’ll be sent to wherever you get your prescriptions.” He stepped back from you. “Try to be careful around stoves next time.”

“Yes sir.” He gave you one more look, a kind hearted smile and then was on his way. You followed him until he was gone out of view. You were glad he hadn’t checked your pulse because you were sure it was beating out of your chest. Cora came around the corner. 

“He’s too old for you too,” she said. You laughed dryly, shaking your head. You could practically still feel his touch on your hand. So gentle. 

“You’ll learn to get used to it,” you teased her. She rolled her eyes. “Were you waiting out there the whole time?” 

“Wanted to give you and Doctor Dreamy some alone time.” 

“You’re such a wingwoman!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Sheriff.” 

Part 2

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

the smallest drabble ever because i get inspo so randomly during the day and yeah

Older!Leon x afab reader

definitely not proof read so

warnings: car sex, roughness i guess? yeahhhhh <3

“You like this don’t you?”

Leon has you folded in the back of his jeep, after a small argument about how you claimed to be not flexible, your boyfriend guaranteed he can make you flexible. An hour of driving later he pulls off to the side of the road, making you confused as to why he would even turn off such a dark road.

Leon just silently reaches forward, scooting your seat all the way to the dashboard and reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt. It was blurry how you got into the back seat, Leon’s strong hands tugging down your shorts and black swim bottoms. He’s hard to protest against, his body pushing you to lay your back flat against the cool leather seats.

A burning stretch runs across your thighs as he pushes them to your chest, a hiss of discomfort leaving your lips as Leon leans back, his middle finger running down your slit as his other hand holds at your knees that are pressed together.

The burning eventually went away, the car moving in sync with Leon’s hips as he thrusted into you, your legs fully pressed against your tummy and chest.

Leon can’t help but smile down at you, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as you let out another whimper below him.

“Always doubting me.. have faith in your old man, yeah?”

All you can do is shake your head, Leon smirking as he reaches down and grabs the back of your neck, his lips so close to yours.

“Don’t like it?”

Your head shakes again in protest but god, you were a filthy liar.

“The way you’re gripping me is telling me a different story.”

Leon grumbles in your ear as his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. He knew every button to push, that’s why you were so silent because he knew you hated losing arguments. Leon’s breathing grew heavy as he pushed himself back, pulling himself out of you with the most lewd noise you’ve ever heard your body make. His head leaned back as his cum spilled all over your lower stomach, his head tilting against his shoulder as he let out a low hum.

His eyes opened to see you sprawled out below him, his hand coming down and smacking over your used clit causing you to jolt as he taps your hips.

“Let’s go, family is expecting us right?”

[feastonkings]

samuel larsen / he/him ——— no way is that KYLO BRONSON.. they’re a 33-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being RESENTFUL & ROGUERY but there are some people who have seen them being WILD & SLICK. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of assorted body piercings, jumping the train tracks, a message history filled with memes, dark circles under eyes from lack of sleep, and doodles on post-its stuck randomly in his wake, but that could just be because they’re considered the TRICKSTER around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: kylo eduardo bronson nicknames: ky classification: human gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him age / birthday: 33, june 29th orientations: bisexual, biromantic occupation: tattoo artist at mad tatter location: middle status: dating finch fricks family: kasha bronson (twin) strengths: wild, slick, artistic, fast, thrifty weaknesses: resentful, roguery, rebellious, evasive, impulsive character inspo: tbd

BIOGRAPHY.

while kylo and kasha came into this world at the same time, they definitely took different paths in life. not in every way of course, kylo certainly got in his fair share of fights but he never got paid to do it.

while his brother was off at the gym training to be their father's prodigy, kylo was at home with their mother or up in their room drawing, coloring, or playing video games

there were times he'd tag along to the gym but it was obvious that he wasn't as into it as kasha was and that was more than okay with him, it wasn't like he was being left out. he chose to stay out

when he got old enough to go off on his own, he started exploring outside and by the time he was a teenager, he was tagging buildings and train cars all over the city.

he didn't have any reason for his art, or gave any thought to why he enjoyed it, he just did. in school he was doodling instead of paying attention and his grades took a hit from it.

friends weren't exactly hard to make, but he wasn't always the cheery, friendly type, either. he preferred to hang out with the alternative crowd versus the popular kids. between him and his brother they practically covered the whole school.

he was branded a trouble maker very quickly and if you asked kylo, that was because he was born to stir the pot. question authority. but most of all, he just wanted to have fun and do what made him happy.

his parents, for all intents and purposes, tried to get him to straighten up and care more about school. they grounded him, took away phones and video games. but they couldn't stop him from creating things, nor could they manage to keep him from sneaking out at night to party, cause general shenanigans, or tag things.

he would've dropped out if it weren't for knowing it would break his mother's heart to not see him walk the stage with his brother, so he stepped it up and managed to graduate somehow.

there was no plan for college, or anything at all, honestly. through a friend's suggestion, he started to pursue becoming a tattoo artist. still continued spray painting his art around the city, escalating it to putting art in high and hard to reach places.

he was able to get an apprenticeship at mad tatter and went on to continue tattooing there.

when his brother's accident happened it was the first time kylo actually thought about mortality. this didn't necessarily make him stop doing any of the reckless stunts or become less of an adrenaline junkie, but it did make him worried about losing kasha and had him hovering around him whenever he had free time

that became much easier to do when he moved in with kasha and genesis. it gave him peace of mind to be able to see him almost everyday, even if they didn't talk about everything bothering him.

other than that, not much has changed for kylo. he still lives his life day by day, creating art and tattooing people and seeking new adventures in this urban jungle he lives in

HEADCANONS.

knows how to play guitar and saxophone, his mom put him in lessons in an attempt to keep him out of trouble. neither really stuck with him, though

more to come...

[glittercake]

could you go into your writing process a bit? i’ve been a fan of your fics for years now, and i still find myself in awe of how you’re able to create these cohesive worlds and voices and dynamics and just how tight your writing is. like i never feel like anything should be cut and even if all the loose ends aren’t tied up, i feel like it ends right where it should. like i’m so curious to see how your brain turns out so much magic!!

Oh my gosh, this is so nice of you to say 😭 Thank you first of all!  Secondly, I'll try to map out my process for big wips below the cut! Hope it makes sense 🤭 But this ask literally put a smile on my face all day, so thanks again. 

So to start off, I usually have a good idea of exactly how the story should end. That helps big time with everything else. If I don't know kind of what happens in the middle and exactly how it should end, I really struggle. 

Then I have a separate doc where I write down all my notes or thoughts about the stories, and also do the outlines. The story ideas come either extremely randomly, like me falling down a rabbit hole of presidential assassinations on YouTube (y'all know what this resulted in) or they're a result of my friend and i spiraling about something in the DMs (lighthouse, boxing fic, soulmate fics, most of the horny ones too 😂)

I also like to gather some pics just to get an idea of what the characters look like in whatever universe I'm writing about, as well as the scenery and buildings/layout. So for example, i used these inspo pics for The First Gentleman:

So every time I open the doc to write I'd have these, the outline, and the notes open. Other visuals like the banner or graphics I make also help put me in the right mindset for the story.

So, before I start writing, I draft an outline. I try to keep it brief tbh, the longer and more involved the outline the more intimidating the story feels which means less chance of me actually writing it 😅 (there are about 3 outlines that will probably never see the light of day!) but brief doesn't always work so what i do, especially for long wips, is make a short bullet list for what needs to happen in each chapter.

This way i can accommodate plot bunnies, shift stuff around and kill the darlings before i get too attached, i usually also have a few key scenes in my head and i then fit them in here. Outlines also include stuff like a quick character write up like age, quirks, bad habits, cute habits or sayings they have (in Ain't No Grave they had this cute back and forth "keep up now" or in Ruins Bucky called everyone meatballs.)

This is roughly what a chapter outline looks like for me:

lmaooo. as you can see it's very informal. basically a scribble.

Usually when I'm super inspired, i can get going straight away, otherwise I let it turn over in my head a little bit until i come up with a good starting point. What also helps me cement the character voices and specific characteristics is re-watching whatever source media it relates to. So for me it's always Cap 2 & 3 and TFATWS, Endgame where Sam gets the shield, and Sam’s scene in AoU and Antman.

I prefer to write in order from start to finish. I find I lose interest too quickly if I don't. Having a point to work toward is easier for me. BUT at the bottom of the notes/outline doc I also have a section for scenes that I absolutely can't get out of my head and need to write down right the fuck now. For example Monica’s induction in TFG was written waaay before anything else, so was the sambucky reunion in that fic. But, because I placed it at the bottom of a separate doc, the fic was still technically written in order 😌 makes perfect sense, I know lol.

Then whenever I finish a bullet point in the outline, I color it off the list. This process helps me keep track of what has been done and what still needs to happen. Seeing how much I've completed also really helps to keep me motivated, plus the colors are fun! Helps with sticking to what i had planned too, i find if i don't follow outlines, the scenes and characterization kind of jump all over the place. Mostly i only have some time on weekends to write so knowing exactly what i need to write and how i need to write it beforehand is key to me. Having the outline done before I start means I have a week to play those scenes out in my head or play with the dialogue until it sounds right. 

If I get stuck, I read either a book or my favorite fics, do some art, or just leave it be until inspo strikes again.

And I think that’s about it. Don’t know if this is what you were looking for but there you have it 😂 

💕 

I’m always happy to get asks about my fics and writing, so don’t be shy!

[toomuchracket]

mads does birthday party girlie speak french ? i've seen in a lot of them that she'll say like a sentence ! do u speak french ?

i think birthday party girly speaks a little bit of french, but not fluently! the little french hangovers in the middle of conversations (there's an "et toi" randomly in part 2 of tbp, for example) are a result of a fairly intense dark academia/classic lit phase you had as a teenager where you tried to incorporate french and latin phrases into conversations to seem wordly and wise lol. in hindsight, it was deeply, deeply pretentious of you, but some of the french responses stuck; matty found this story ridiculously funny and endearing when you first told him it not long after you two became friends, and you inevitably had the bret easton ellis/donna tartt besties convo right after it. matty also found it extremely endearing that you decided to relearn french before you went on the first paris trip with all your friends. he did take the piss out of you a little bit along with the rest of them - "darlin' we're going for a week there's no way you need to relearn the whole language" - but they were all forced to eat their words when a) they had to rely on you to do a solid 85% of the talking while you were away and b) you managed to get special treatment/people to be nicer to you all just because of your linguistic semi-proficiency and pleasant attitude. the day you and matty ended up hanging out together when everyone else went cycling, you remember turning back to him after ordering more wine and cracking jokes with the waitress en français to find him smiling at you in a way you hadn't seen before but immediately knew you wanted to see again (awed. moonstruck. lovingly); you were like "what?", and matty just shook his head slightly and went "you're incredible. that was so sophisticated. kinda hot, actually". and you both just giggled (to be fair, you were tipsy), but your relationship felt slightly different after that - closer, deeper, with a potential to be something more. and i'm also thinking that you speaking french ended up having some pavlovian effect on matty, where every time you'd pepper in a phrase he'd go all heart eyes - well, more so than normal - thinking about the two of you and your little wine drinking friend-date and how he so badly wanted to take you on a romantic one. and also thinking about how hot and smart you are lol. but yeah, you're not fluent-fluent, but you know enough french to both get by in france and make matty go all flustered, which is really all you need to know lmao!! also you're the inspo for the bfiafl album title. it's literally you lol <3

(and according to the scottish qualifications authority, i can speak french lol - i haven't spoken it for about six years, though, so i'm not as good as i was, but i can still read it quite well!)

[chaoticstarling]

Would absuloutely love to hear some of your hcs for the ninja! Maybe share some of your faves so far?? >:3

ahh im glad! Some of them have been inspired by other people but ive some of mine (half of them are pretty sad so im not gonna share all 💀)

Lloyd once tried to paint his hair green after watching gaming youtubers and taking inspo but then it did not go well, he likes to stargaze, has social anxiety, i think him and Jay have their own inside jokes (i believe theyre more best buddies than it is in the show), is the shortest ninja, likes cheesy 2000s pop music omg

Jay is a fan of Dua Lipas and Bo Burnhams music, sings in the shower, wants to get himself a turtle, likes to randomly dance and start singing (isn't socially awkward at all), uses humor as a coping mechanism (but i think thats already established)

Cole is a fan of hard metal music, i believe he is more introverted, he used to break his phone alot bc of his super strength so he bought a nokia in the end, he likes dark chocolate (at this point im giving them all things that i like...)

Zane writes down puns to use later, is a fan of classical music, plans birthday gifts for his friends an year before, his hair is realistic (not metallic) and he tried to do a middle part hairstyle for a bit, his fave game is detroit: become human, usually is the one who constantly checks up on people

Kai paints his nails but the paint melts bc of his fire powers, he imagines himself in edits when he listens to music, talks to himself at the mirror, he tried to get on a sheep one time and got thrown across the field (idk why I think he is reckless lmao)

Nya is a retro music fan, is taller than Jay, tries to learn how to play video games on her own so she could beat them all one day and get revenge, an intense perfectionist (likes to do everything and is sad when it doesn't work out), a morning person

[domjaehyun]

question! but u don’t have to answer if u think it gives away personal information about urself!! i was just scrolling through ur asks and noticed that u mentioned u don’t read books, so i was wondering how u got into writing/get writing inspiration from (if u do get inspo)? like did u take some sort of creative writing in school, is it like part of ur job orrrrr

just curious bc i’m a stem girlie and i love writing but i have to read a lot and heavily depend on books/fics as a guide bc i have no actual knowledge taught to me :p

ooooh well i USED to read a lot i was a reading girlie when i was younger like up til middle school i must have read like . hundreds of books i used to work at a park once and i had a lot of free time so i would just . read and im like . very fast? like i was def faster when i was younger so i could go through like 2 maybe 3 books a day at that job! i would say i still read but now its mostly fanfics? like nothing published idt even my wish list on amazon is full of writing books like . on craft and style and structure like that !!

apparently i told an evaluator when i was younger that i once read a dictionary for fun ….well i recall that vaguely but i also recall not finishing SNDJSKDKSM i think i started skimming for words that caught my interest and then read definitions for them!!!

i got into writing at that age like (well tbh i wrote my first story when i was 5? or 6 i think but it was like . 2 pages at most i think) i would just . make my own stories and i allllllwayyyyys daydream i’ve daydreamed forever i think !! but lately a lot of my inspiration comes from music like ill hear songs and just . start daydreaming and stuff or like a line of dialogue will inspire me or smth like that!! but the main answer is music!! i listen to music literally all the time i listen at work (i am not supposed to…but i do anyway) i listen while im getting ready, i listen in my downtime; you name a time and place and i bet im listening to music then or if you come up to me randomly in public i def have an airpod in KSDKKDKSK

but i’d also say if you want to get back into reading, poetry is a great way to start!! short form poetry is (when done well/properly) like raw and can evoke emotion with so few words that it amazes me 🥹 i actually almost majored in creative poetry in college tbh like i love poetry and that’s all my attention span likes to read now if i Do decide to read smth !!

but there’s absolutely nothing wrong w having to rely on books/fics!!! reading is what makes people better writers imo bc they get to experience diff styles of writing, open their eyes to new vocab, and they get an idea of how a story should be set up!! it’s like training for a sport before you start playing it!!!

[ryuuisnotpresent]

is it too late for more propaganda? well, hopefully not, because I have some right here, catch!

along with a few little edits to step 1 and 2, also introducing step 3 logan! finally gotten around to designing it after hours of scrolling through pinterest for inspo

here are some notes about the changes I made + just more stuff about his character in general, because I felt like he's lacking in that department:

• decided to change his step 1 scarf to red (since it was white before), to make red a more prominent color in his color scheme

• changed his step 2 vest color from green and red to the same color as his hair color to make his color pallette more coherent

• added a moon pin-chain thing because ???? I don't know I thought it was cute, plus I got inspired by the "sun and moon" trope for him and tamarack, since they're somewhat polar opposites

• changed his mole placements because I felt like it was too,,, typical??? (plus my ol:ba mc already has it)

• changed his eye color to green because to me it felt too busy with all the blues

• now onto step 3! he mellows out a lot in this step, which is why I went for a more casual and comfy look, in contrast to step 2 where he was basically wearing a full suit (which kinda tells you how intense he was in that step in general)

• his hair is also a lot messier and more,,, soft looking I guess? again, I wanted him to look more casual since now he has matured and realized that he doesn't have to be so formal for people to take him seriously more stuff about his character:

• is ambidextrous

• favorite color is red, which is why I wanted red to be a present color in all of his steps (which will include step 4 when I come around to it)

• for the typology nerds (by that I mean me), he is an estj

• birthday is january 19th

• love language is acts of service

• short in step 1, and tall in step 2-3

• calls opal "mother" in step 1-2, but switches to a simple "mom" in step 3

• very talkative, can get a little bossy, especially in school projects or whatnot

• I don't think this will be an option in the game itself, but applied as class president in middle school and high school (and got the role of course)

• a big fan of mytery books and (secretly) romance books. I just found the idea of him bringing his mystery book to school to read but secretly reading emily henry books while in the comforts of his room very funny.

• he stops being embarrassed by this eventually because he realized that nobody really cares, and starts reading more romance books in public

• "*putting his stuff in his locker while talking to qiu probably* can you believe that?? all of their problems would be immediately solved if they just talked, but nooo, the book would be 30 pages long if they were to just sit down and talk like adults, which they are, by the way. don't even get me started on how toxic the male lead is—"

• looks out for people, but in the most tsundere way possible

• "mother made me extra food today, you should eat them with me. oh, that was not an offer, that was a demand. sit down."

• (and most people can't even refuse his offers because they're lowkey scared of him lmao)

• lowkey a hopeless romantic. would be the type to meticulously plan the perfect date for days before actually going through with it and would be way too focused on making sure that his date enjoy their time that he forgets that he also has to enjoy it

• if in a relationship, can get overprotective over his significant other. but that is also the case for the people that he thinks of platonicaly

• a bi king, if it wasn't obvious already

• was upset about moving because he dislikes the idea of starting over when he was doing just fine a few cities over

• always seems to be doing something and never sitting still. reading, writing something down, playing with his pen, adjusting things around him that isn't quite right, etc.

• I also imagine that he would randomly just adjust other people's clothing or hair if its out of place while kind of nagging them for it ("did you even comb your hair this morning?" "your clothes are wrinkled, you should iron it when you get back" "did you even try to put on clothes properly?")

• (which could lead into some cute fluffy moments with tamarack but that's for another time)

• like I said before, he mellows out in step 3. as in, he's a little less blunt than before because he's a lot more aware of other people's feelings. its definitely not all gone though, he occasionally slips up and goes back to his step 1-2 self (he curses himself silently when that happens)

• unsettled by the idea of being alone with his thoughts and just being alone in general, so he constantly surrounds himself with people and distracts himself by doing errands and chores (angst potential where he has to relax for once and gets stressed about it)

• except not actual curses, he never swears, oddly enough for pretentiousness being proper sake ("hell" is the only exception, even though it's not really a swear imo)

• is into astronomy but gets a little embarrassed when people ask about it, but reluctantly explains the things he knows about it

• the moon pin that he always wears is a gift from opal before they moved because it reminded her of him

• more sensitive to the cold than the average person, which is why he wears more layers than most people around him. that is also why he wears earmuffs in step 1

and that's all the propaganda I have this round, thank you very much

NOT. take this bonus

Descriptions below cut!

Valentim

Valentin is a snow kid, they grew up in a ski station and loves mountains. Moving from her old town felt weird but regardless he decided to become the prettiest kid of all the town. They have a long history of complicated relationships with being confortable with their gender with the pressure of beauty standard. She’s a coquette but very extrovert kid who loves to listen about her friend’s hobbies and see in beauty in everyone and everything.

Also rockin the ADHD hyper active swag.

Logan:

blunt and intimidating but really he's just a real softie, especially to his neighbors who he often indirectly looks out for (so "doting" for both). has a hobby for people watching and surprisingly likes any type of group activities because he thinks it's more "productive" than just being by himself (he just learned what that word means)

bonus fact: was short in step 1, about tamarack's height, but goes through a growth spurt by the time step 2 comes along where hes taller than both tamarack and qiu

[meowzfordayz]

take it out on me

Author’s Note: soft, soft, soft, and sOFT. 🥺

take it out on me

Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: none

Song Inspo: Take It Out On Me by Justin Bieber

Emergency Request Fulfilled: hi T i dont really wanna pile in all the things you have to write but youre like the only person ik who does emergency requests for kny, so you can keep it short and take your time as much as you'd like

you can pick anyone in my favs or hashiras idrc who you wanna write for,, hopefully its just simple, just wanted some comfort for a s/o who's so bubbly and smiles a lot then one day it just stops. like they're just sluggish, blank face and probably just lays down on the floor, thinking. s/o says they feel "empty", "heavy" and doesn't really know why it happens so suddenly but assures them that they'll be fine in a few days. could how they'd deal and do for s/o the first it happens, and after being in a relationship for a while

it happens so randomly and i look for comfort but idc where to start so, 🙇‍��️ you can put this aside btw since it just goes away in a few days

~faqs, image~

When you’re not your usual self…

Dotes on you

Mostly because she feels guilty for not noticing sooner

For assuming—taking for granted—that you were fine

She’s trained in medicine, yanno? Just as she can tell when you’re even slightly injured physically, she berates herself for not being able to tell that you were slowly slipping mentally

“There are more efficient ways to clean the floor, dearest,” Shinobu hums amusedly as she eyes your fidgeting figure lying haphazardly in the middle of the bedroom — decidedly not on the futon.

You shrug, barely glancing at her, continuing to tap mindlessly at your bent knees. Which, almost offends her (considering how prettily and purposefully she’s posed herself in the doorway), but your lack of acknowledgement is so uncharacteristic that she finds herself frowning instead.

“[y/n]?” she steps toward you, voice subconsciously softening, “Is there a particular reason you’re on the floor?”

“Tired,” you mutter indifferently.

“Would you like me to cozy the futon for you?” she smiles fondly, already poised to fetch the various throw pillows and blankets scattered throughout the estate.

“Not sleepy,” you mumble, “Tired.”

Faint understanding flickers across Shinobu’s forehead, deeper concern following soon after. Sleepy is something she’s familiar with: the weight of midnight and pillowtalk; arduous missions and grueling night shifts; too early mornings and hurried breakfasts. She adores—cherishes—sleepy, because she gets to witness you in a more mellow, whimsical state. Of course, she certainly appreciates your usual upbeat, energetic persona, but sleepy allows her to take care of you. Allows her to drape her haori over your shoulders, tugging you to bed. Allows her to brew you an especially strong mug of tea, pecking your forehead to wish you a bright, productive day. Allows her to indulge in complimenting you, murmuring sweet nothings, all with the intent to see you smile drowsily, flustered, pampered. But tired? Shinobu’s inexperienced with tired. Isn’t used to the lethargy in your movements; is off put by the distant curve of your lips; doesn’t know what to do to help.

“Did I-”

“Not your fault,” you interrupt gently, “Just, happens.”

“Well,” she straightens her posture, affectionate firmness indented between her brows, “What can I do?”

“Just… wait?” you ask hesitantly, “I don’t know how long I’m going to feel like this.”

Shinobu waits. Sits beside you. Eventually manages to settle your head in her lap. Cards slender fingers through your hair. Traces the slope of your nose, smooths the tension in your cheekbones. Giggles when your stomach inevitably rumbles. Her attempt to stand up halting when you grab her wrist. Quietly. Trustingly. A silent gesture of Not yet. Of Stay. The feather light kiss you brush against her palm. Please. She stays.

Gives you three options

One: go on a walk — together

Two: take a nap — together

Three: break stuff — together

Sanemi never pushes or pulls too far, and is attentive and caring in his own special manner. In fact, he often anticipates your sluggish, greyer days, tipped off by your just barely crooked smiles from the previous day. He doesn’t warn you, per se, because he knows how bubbly and optimistic you are: knows how relentlessly you pursue your ideal norm of playful, grinning, laughing — knows how draining and stubborn such an endeavor can be. Make no mistake: he admires and is grateful for the glimmer in your gaze; how openly and tenderly you smile; the undeniable softness reserved for just him as you press your fingertips fleetingly, intimately, against the small of his back. Which is why he’s so adamant about allowing, encouraging, you to feel whatever naturally arises. Happiness isn’t a priceless, easy thing — it is demanding and rewarding, exhausting and addicting.

Walking is great for gently unraveling you — weather permitting. Doesn’t matter if it’s morning, noon, or night: Sanemi is ~always willing to offer you his haori, smiling faintly when you accept it (you ~always do), wordlessly grasping your hand, leading you through the back door, already knowing exactly where he intends to take you (usually a secluded park, quiet river, or scenic hike). He’s mindful of distance, prepared to head home at any sign of discontentment, and absolutely carries you if he gets too ambitious (a common occurrence when he decides to venture on a trail). You’re typically still weary afterwards, but he can tell that the fog clinging behind your eyes isn’t quite as sour.

Napping is Sanemi’s go to when you’re too empty to even choose an option. He knows physical proximity can feel reassuring, and admittedly enjoys getting to curl up—sometimes in the middle of the day, responsibilities be damned—with you. He waits for you to fall asleep first, his bicep sacrificed for the greater good aka trapped under your head as his other hand cups your hip familiarly. Securely. Matching the timing of his breaths with yours; gradually, pleasantly, safely melting into the land of dreams. He generally wakes up before you, eyes readjusting, registering, the lingering amount of daylight. Naps can be as short as twenty minutes, or as long as four hours, but he does rouse you once he’s conscious, trying to prevent counterproductive grogginess — knowing you’ll feel at least slightly better.

Breaking stuff is Sanemi’s favorite option, but he’s also cautious about conducting it in a healthy, cathartic way — not just destruction for the sake of destruction. It isn’t about him and his impulsivity, temper, flair; it’s about helping, freeing, coaxing you from your numbness. You start timidly, throwing a chipped plate half heartedly at the wall. And then Sanemi chucks a splintered teacup full throttle. You snap. Eyes narrowing, mouth almost cheerful as you sling a fragment of a bowl, finally breaking into a sheepish smile as it bursts loudly.

“Is that the best you can do?” Sanemi smirks affectionately.

You huff, competitive glint in your stare.

“Hardly, Sanemi. Don’t get too cocky yet. I’m just warming up.”

Talks to you

Not out of fear or panic

Just feels like rambling might be the best course of action

Because he’s well aware that usually you’re the lively, invigorating, magnetic force inspiring him to do—to be—better

So why not try and return your kindness?

“I’m sorry you’re feeling bland,” Giyuu murmurs.

“What’re you doing?” you raise an eyebrow at the sound of something rustling, your eyelids too heavy to lift.

“Lying next to you.”

You jolt as his shoulder touches yours, chest tightening with an involuntary urge to get away even as your heart flutters at the reassuring safe emanating from his startling close warmth.

“I thought you were busy?”

“I’m never too busy for you,” he smiles gently, “We’re partners. It’d be rude of me to ignore your current dreariness. I know I make an aloof impression, but you’re always so patient and,” he swallows, shyness softening his tone, “And loving. Always so loving. I feel it’d be selfish of me to hoard your affection without at least attempting to return it. I know, I know. We’re partners you’re probably thinking, Patience and love is what it means to be together. And you’re correct, obviously. But that sort of ease, intimacy, doesn’t come as simply to me. Not- Not that it’s simple for you either! But, ah- You know how I am. Sometimes I wonder if my minimal expressions of adoration and desire are worthy of your confident, effervescent claiming of my heart. Don’t worry- I’m, I’m not insecure. I trust you. If you’re with me because I’m suitable, then I believe that I’m suitable. I guess I just wonder because,” he exhales quietly, “You amaze me. I look up to you, not in a self deprecating manner, but certainly in a I hope to love and be loved by you way.”

You turn, pressing your nose into his blushing form, sneaking a peek at the reddened tips of his ears — the protective tension in his jaw.

“I suppose I don’t have to hope. I do love you. And I am loved by you. This I know as fact. But I still have to try. Try to earn and keep your attention. Your care and concern. Because that’s what partners do. They strengthen and harden each other, just as they strip and bathe each other. Are as vulnerable and sincere with each other as they are tough and forgiving. You’ve taught me this. All of this. You’re incredible.”

“You flatter me,” you whisper.

“Not flattery,” Giyuu slips a cool finger under your chin, skimming delicate kisses across your eyelashes, “Honesty.”

You grip his haori, body flush against his; soaking in the feeling of the unyielding floor beneath you; the weight of his utterances heavy—perfect—as he shifts his legs.

“And, on the topic of honesty, this floor is far from comfortable.”

Whining lowly, you nuzzle further into his sweet scent, “Just a second.”

Giyuu suspects you’ll take longer than a second. But he doesn’t really mind. Not when he can feel your tattered aura slowly, surely glowing.

[koishua]

ENHYPEN REACTING TO YOU DRAWING ON THEM.

featuring : heeseung , jay , sunghoon , jungwon.

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જ  ⸒ _ › . . . heeseung.

you'd be minding your own business as heeseung scrolls through his instagram feed, your sketchbook in hand and your pen clasped between your fingers

seeing him go through tattoo inspos, you'd get the idea

he would perk up when you call his name and you'd ask him if he could give you his free hand for a sec

he'd agree, not really knowing what you'd want from his arm bahaha

he'd return to his scrolling but then freeze when he feels the tip of your ballpoint pen glide over the skin right under the inside of his elbow

"what are you...?? 🤨" he'd ask a little suspicious of your actions

but then would smile a teensy tiny bit when he takes a glimpse of the design

he'd wait patiently for you to finish and finally beam at the product

BECAUSE

IT'S SO

PERFECT

exactly the design he had eyed and wanted omg he'd be like, "yep. let's go to the tattoo parlor rn. I gotta make them trace out this exact thing rn 😌"

vv happy

rest of the members are under the cut!

જ  ⸒ _ › . . . jay.

he knew you liked drawing on your hands and arms whenever you were bored and he found it cute how you'd randomly mark your skin with ink so often :((

one day, he'd be studying you while you lied on your bed, distracted by the tv and making little daisies on your wrist while watching

and so he'd ask you if you could draw a few for him too ☹️☹️

ofc you'd agree!!

BC. WHY NOT :<

he looked so eager to let you do it

so you take a nice colored pen and hold his hand in your palm to make sure the flowers came out nicely

by the time you were done, he'd have an entire garden on his arm bahahaha

he loves it tho so it's okay 😭✋

જ  ⸒ _ › . . . sunghoon.

thinks that you'll get cancer bc of your habit 💀

i mean, thanks for the concern but you're just so. bored.

so whatever 😔 you end up forgetting about his warnings and drawing anyways and one day, you write his name on your palm

with a permanent marker nonetheless lmao

and he'd be like, what is that? 🤨

you tell him what it is and he'd be so comically done bc...

well.

your entire body.

it was inked 😭✋

you just couldn't help it. the urge was just way too strong. you'd beg for him to give you some space on his skin and at first he would adamantly refuse

.... but he did actually like the fact that his name was on you. so he'd eventually allow it 🙄

guess where?

boom. he'd want your name written right on his collarbone 😔✋ cocky lil guy istg

જ  ⸒ _ › . . . jungwon.

okay so he is down to do anything you feel like doing

so one evening while on a study date, you'd shyly tap on the back of his hand while is writing something

and you'd ask if he is okay with you drawing something on his fingers ☹️☹️ which he ofc says yes

bc duh he doesn't question lmao he is whipped

so you take his wrist and turn his palm up

and then you'd lean in to get a better view as you drew a few lines on the inner side of his fingers

it'd be so quiet while you're doing your business

and he'd feel so flustered

bc #1 you're literally so close to him

#2 you're holding his hand and #3 you look so vvv cute with that look of concentration 😭

he'd be so giddy inside when you reveal the final product with a happy and satisfied grin

it'd be two very simple figures on his index and middle finger who look like they're holding hands when he closes the gap between them :(((

[harrywritingsbyme]

HarryWeen: Home Edition

Based Off Of This Ask 

And This One

This One Too

A/N: Spooky szn has come to an end...but it’s going out with a bang. This bitch right here is hot as fuck and y’all have been waiting for this one. My 🐱is quaking and yours will be too once you’re done reading it...hopefully😭. Enjoy🙃

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The day you’d been anticipating for the past month and a half was here. It was finally Halloween! Since you two and everyone else in the world were living in the midst of a pandemic, you made sure to put forth the effort to really enjoy this Halloween to the fullest. Harry’s “Harryween” show was canceled because of it, and you couldn’t go out to Halloween parties because it wasn’t safe at all. So with all of that in mind, there was only one option left; the two of you could have your own little party at home. Which is exactly what you were planning on doing. And since you and Harry loved role playing, it was kind of a given that you two would go out for this holiday in particular. Mainly you though. You started preparing and planning in the middle of September. You went down you guys’ role play list and you scoured the internet until you found the perfect idea for yours and Harry’s costumes. When you started searching for costumes for yourself, hoping that you’d find some type of inspiration, you stumbled across the perfect red riding hood outfit. So naturally, you were already planning for you to take over the red riding hood role, and for Harry to take over being the big bad wolf. And once you figured that out, the entire process of picking and choosing things for your costumes went smoothly. Once you placed your orders, all you had to do then was wait in anticipation.

Fast forward to today and you were finally going to put on your costume that you only took a quick peek at when they arrived in the mail and get Halloween started. Now you decided to give Harry a bit of a surprise and not tell him what you had planned for costumes. All you told him was that he was going to love it and to just put on whatever you laid out for him. While you did the absolute most with your red riding hood get up, you didn’t do so much for Harry’s werewolf costume. You didn’t want it to be crazy extra or over the top, that was your job. You just wanted him to be hot. And since he already had that down, you pretty much picked what he was wearing from his closet except for little more specific things. You on the other hand were going all in with your costume. You thought of just about everything when making your purchases. For starters, you found the most perfect red riding hood costume out there. The red, white, and black dress hit right above the middle of your thighs and it rose even higher in the back which was perfect. The dress itself had everything you wanted and was amazingly detailed. The entire dress was satin with a very low and frilly top half, a corset in the middle with a monochrome floral pattern lining the sides to cinch your waist a bit, and the skirt portion had a little bit of a layered effect which allowed for there to be a sea of ruffles underneath to help billow the skirt out a bit and add a touch of innocence to the not so innocent look. To make this look even better, you threw in a couple more items. You couldn’t be little red riding hood without the infamous red cape, so you found the perfect hooded cape that tied in the front and went all the way down to the floor. You also threw in a pair of white thigh highs with black satin bows on the upper bands, a shiny new princess plug with ruby red jewel heart on top (you couldn’t have too many of those), and a lacy little red g string to tie everything underneath together. And to get a real idea of how perfect everything was, the g string was so small that your pussy was barely staying in, and your ass had practically swallowed up the little string in the back. You were so glad that Harry was going to rip it off later on. To round out the entire look, you bought a cute little basket to give it all a little bit more innocence and a pair of long stain gloves. You pulled your patent leather heels from the closet and you did something really simple and cute with the hair and makeup to really drive Harry crazy.

Once you were all done putting the pieces together, tightening and pulling things things into their proper places, and creating this look, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You were completely taken aback at how good you looked and you couldn’t wait to get an even stronger reaction from Harry once you showed him. Since you were keeping the whole surprise thing going, you laid everything out for him in the room next to yours so that you could get dressed separately and do a little reveal before taking some pictures. You do a final once over of yourself before grabbing your phone and the little things you got to round out Harry’s costume and heading over into the next room. As if he could just sense your presence, Harry’s head quickly lifts up from his phone and brings his undivided attention onto you.

“Holy shit!” He gawks, quickly moving himself to the foot of the bed so that he could get a better look at you.

“You like?” You ask, quickly sitting the items in your hands down onto the bed do that you can pull the cape away from the back and do a little twirl for him.

“You look amazing.” He whispers dumbfoundedly. There were no words to describe what was going through Harry’s head. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, his mind was flooded with the filthy things he wanted to do to you. He was also excited to role-play with you a bit. He never really thought about doing little red riding hood and the big bad wolf but he was very happy that you did because this was crazy hot.

“I’m glad you like it.” You reply happily, coming in closer to him.

“M’just trying to figure out why my costume is so simple.” He asks amusedly, pulling you closer between his legs.

“I didn’t want it to be costumey, I just wanted it to be hot. And the tattered red plaid and ripped blue denim was the only werewolf costume inspo I could find.” You say simply, moving yourself onto him so that you’re straddling his thigh. “Plus I didn’t want to be scared while you’re fucking me. But I did buy you some fangs and one of those werewolf  mask things.” You continue, reaching over to grab the two items.

“I think I’ll stick to the fangs.” He chooses, taking the fangs from your hand.

“Can you just wear it for one picture please?” You ask sweetly, sitting the mask down wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Fine, but only if you let me do anything I want to you tonight.” Harry bargains, bringing his hands down to your thighs.

“Of course daddy.” You readily agree.

“Good. Now as much as I like having those tits in my face, we should probably head downstairs because the longer you’re on me like this, the harder it’s going to be to get those pictures you want.”

“Then let’s go.” You reply, bringing your feet back to the floor before standing up in front of him. You then proceed to waste no time grabbing your things from the bed, pulling Harry up as well and walking you both out of the room.

Now it was time to set everything up. You wanted perfect photos so you took out the tripod and clicker so that the photos could be perfect and so that this process could be hurried along to the fun stuff. After finally positioning the camera in a way that has the best lighting that flatters you both, and figuring out the cameras timer, you and Harry take some pictures of the both of you in your costumes. You were able to get some photos of just yourself, some cute coupely photos that you were definitely going to post on Instagram, the one picture of Harry in the mask, and you also got some that were definitely going into your archive of more nsfw photos. When you took the cape off to get some pictures of the actual outfit, Harry’s hands were all over you. When the final second markers flashed across the phone screen, Harry’d spring into action and do something inappropriate. In one of the photos, he randomly pulls you up into his arms, squeezing his hands into the flesh of your ass, and lightly sinking his teeth into your neck. Another time, he stood behind you and just as the time began to wind down, he reached around you to push his hand up the front of your skirt to cup your barely covers pussy and used the other to cup one of your breasts all while keeping you tight against him with his face in your neck. Every time he did this your pussy got wetter and you got more excited for what was going to happen a little later. Luckily for you, a little later wasn’t going to be that much later. When you bend down to undo your heels after you two were done taking pictures, you gave Harry a full view of what was going on underneath your dress. Your fleshy thighs and ass spread perfectly so that he could see the princess plug and the practically nonexistent panties you had on. Seeing that on top of being teased for what was going on an hour was more than just getting to him. Harry was fired up and he couldn’t take it any longer. So once your shoes were completely off and you were no longer using the wall for support, he quickly pushes you against it, leaving no space between you two. And before he even says a word to you, Harry brings one of his hands up to wrap around your throat and he moves the other down and up your skirt to toy at the plug that was pushed into you.

“’Now we’re gonna play a little game. I’m gonna let you run away, and you better be prepared for me to catch you.” Harry growls into your ear, tightening his grip on your throat. In that moment, he just wanted to fuck his cock into you and just pound you right into the wall. You managed to look like a sweet innocent girl and a filthy slut at the same time. Harry could barely wrap his head around it all. The only thing he knew was that he was definitely going to have some fun with you tonight. “Understand?” He asks, keeping his grip on your throat. You could barely form a word because of his tight grip on you so the only response you gave him was a pitiful nod yes and a whimper, causing him to let go of you completely. “Now run.” He growls, moving back to let you go and get a little head start. And once he does, you’re off. You didn’t even pay attention to where you were going you just went. Your entire body was on fire from his authoritativeness and you wanted him to make a mess out of you. Like no breaks, just back to back pounding and licking into you. You started off in the living room and you made it to the kitchen  and the hallway leading to the laundry room. Before you could even decide which way to turn, Harry has his arms tightly around you and is dragging you both over to the kitchen island where he turns you around and hoists you up onto the cool surface. His hand goes back around your throat, he pulls your forward, and leans in to close the gap between his mouth and your ear. “I caught you.” He whispers cynically before pushing your upper body down against the counter.

He then pulls you a little closer to the edge so that he could easily fuck into you before pushing the bottom of your dress up to reveal your skimpy panties.  When he sees the tiny string completely enveloped by your puffy and wet cunt, Harry can feel his cock instantly twitch in his pants. Your cunt was so plushy and puffy on the outside, (as well as inside) so seeing the thin strip pushing in between your lips was definitely a sight he’d never get out of his mind.

“Aww, was little red not able to find panties to fit her pussy?” He asks condescendingly with a smirk spread across his face before snapping the flimsy fabric off of you. When he lifts it up to inspect, he can see the darker spots where you drenched them with your juices. So since your mouth hung open because of his grip on your throat, Harry simply lowers the panties down into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself while he fucks you. He then uses his free hand to swiftly undo his pants and release his cock from his pants. Instead of giving himself a couple tugs, he pushes his hard cock right into you. As he pushes in, your toes are curling as tight as they possibly can. His large cock pushing you apart felt so good. Even the grip on your throat felt good. As he enters into you, you could hear his moans and growls as his cock is enveloped with your pussy. “Fuck! Such a good cunt.” He groans, pushing in the rest of the way before beginning his thrusts. He quickly shoves his hips back and forth against you, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. You felt like you were floating; his hand was around your throat and he was fucking you hard against the counter. You couldn’t believe how bad you needed him to pound into you like this. He was relentless with his thrusts and didn’t stop pounding into you or circling his thumb around your clit. It was like he was addicted to fucking your walls. Once he pushes in, he just can’t stop. He loved the way you let out the most pathetic whimpers as he enjoyed your spongy walls around his cock.

As he continues to thrust into you, you can feel your sweet spot deep inside you beginning to warm up in the pit of your stomach. The way he continuously thrusted into you and circled his thumb around your clit was absolutely insane. He had you right in the edge of your release, and you couldn’t wait to fall right over into it. While you were clenching around him and squirming in his grip, Harry too was feeling his release bubbling up inside of him. He could feel your walls tightening with every thrust he made and he could also feel you becoming wetter and warmer as he continued on which meant that he was on the edge as well.

“Should the big bad wolf let you cum?” He grunts, loosening the grip on your throat and slowing down his hips to deliver deep and sharp thrusts into your cunt.

“Please!” You beg. You felt like you were about to explode.

“Cum!” He grunts loudly, slamming into you once more and holding himself right against you as he emptied himself into you for the first time of the night. And as he lets go, so do you. Your walls rapidly contract around him as you just let go around as well. After he’s completely done riding the wave of his release, Harry pulls his cock out of you and bends down towards your cunt. Your legs were limply spread against the counter so he takes this opportunity to just dig right in. He opens his mouth wide and goes right into licking into your freshly fucked pussy. Since you were still recovering from your first release, you were extremely sensitive. So having his mouth on you so soon was definitely a shock. Your hands went straight to his hair in an attempt to push him away a bit.

“Oh my-Fuck!” You whine out feeling his tongue go deeper despite your pushes. When you continue pushing at his head and squirming, Harry pulls away from your cunt and stand up to tower over you. He then reaches out and cups your throat again, only this time, he pushes down to pin your head back against the counter.

“When i eat you out, don’t fucking run away from me. Don’t push my head away. Run, Im pulling your ass back. Touch me, i growl at your ass. Do not disturb me when I’m eating.” He snarls, making sure to get his point across to you. “Was gonna make you cum again, but since you obviously don’t deserve it, you’re gonna make me cum instead.” He continues, releasing his grip from you and pulling you down from the countertop. “Now on your knees.” He instructs.

“Yes daddy.” You reply submissively, quickly dropping down to your knees in front of him.

“Open.” He further instructs, wrapping his hand around his cock that was still hard. He couldn’t get enough of you. When your mouth is parted wide, Harry steps a bit closer to you before pushing his entire length into your open mouth. As he travels past your tongue and down your throat, you gag a little and you try to rest your hands against his thighs to stop him but he quickly slaps them away. “Stop trying to fight me. A little girl like you shouldn’t be playing with wolves like me.” He growls, nudging at your throat a bit to get you to gag around him again which causes him to chuckle a bit. He holds himself there for a few more seconds before pulling out of your mouth and letting you catch a breath. When you’re all caught up, you go in to take him back inside but he steps back a little, causing you to crawl forward a bit. “That’s it little girl, crawl for daddy’s cock.” He taunts, watching you inch closer on your hands and knees with every step he takes.

Once you’re full on crawling, Harry’s losing his mind. You look like a complete fiend for his cock as you continue to follow him. He could just imagine how wet your cunt was as you followed his cock. To make it even worse, your ample cleavage was spilling right out of your dress. They were just calling out to him to grab them in his hands and just squeeze and play with them. As you crawled, Harry continued on making little remarks about how much of a cockslut you were for him and how pretty you looked on your knees. Meanwhile, your focus was directly on the hard and glistening cock right in front of you. You just wanted to feel him in your mouth again. After a little more crawling, the two of you make it back to the living room where it all began. He manages to move you both around so that you’re in between the side of the couch, and his towering body. Without waiting much longer, Harry grabs the back of your neck and he pulls you forward and back onto his cock.  He wraps a hand in your hair and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth, listening to your moans and gags aground him. Your mouth and throat felt impeccable around his cock. Again, you were warm and wet which was all he could ever ask for when it came to your mouth. Because he was tugging at his cock as he lured you back into the living room, Harry was pretty worked up by now. This meant that he was really close to letting go again. And just as he does, Harry pulls his cock from your throat so that he could be right on your tongue and flood your mouth with his cum.

“Fuck!” He growls loudly, keeping his grip on your hair tight as he lets go. Spurt after spurt he floods your mouth with his thick cum. He came so much that it began to drip out of the corner of your mouth. Right now you were starting to wish you hadn’t tried to push his head away. Once he calms himself down a bit from his release, he pulls his cock from your mouth, unwraps his hand from your hair, and grabs you by your forearm to lift you up from the floor. You looked so pretty with your watery eyes and cum on your face that he couldn’t help but go one more time.

Without warning, Harry quickly lifts you up into his arms and rushes you both upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he drops you onto the bed and quickly removes every piece of clothing on his body along with the before moving onto you. He pulls at the strings at the front of your dress to loosen it from your body beef pulling it off and tossing it behind him. He pulls the gloves from your hands as well and leaves the stockings on because why not and then crawls onto the bed. Then he pulls your hips up and positions himself behind you so that he’s nudging at your entrance.

“Please daddy!” You whine out to him, pushing back in his direction, trying to sink his cock into you. You really wanted to  feel his cock and cum again.

After watching you beg and move around a little bit more, Harry finally gives in and pushes into you. It felt so good, you herein need of a second release and you were finally going to get it. As he quickly thrusts himself in and out of you, Harry decides to play with your second hole a bit. Continuing his thrusts, he wraps his fingers around the top of the plug and he slowly pulls it out of you. He watches as your hole seizes back up and listens to your desperate moans get louder because he’s done this. He then spits down onto your hole and pushes the tip of the plug around there area to spread it.

“Oh my god!” You scream, feeling him go even deeper.

“Feeling good babygirl?” He asks nonchalantly through his own pants and moans, keeping his attention on teasing your second hole and watching the flesh of your ass move in synch with his thrusts.

“So good. M’gonna cum.” You slur, as you feel yourself becoming lightheaded from the massive release that was fast approaching.

“Wanna cum on daddy’s cock?” He asks, pushing the plug back into you in the process and continuing to thrust into you.

“Please” Whine softly. When Harry hears you respond in that way, he can tell that you’re about to have a really big release. So he pulls himself out of you and in one swift motion your flipped onto your back with Harry between your legs. He wastes no time pushing back into you and slamming in as hard and as fast as he can go. As he does, he can see that your eyes are watery and rolled back, and you have a little bit of drool forming in the corner of your mouth.

“You look so pretty getting fucked stupid babydoll, milking my cock for all I have, such a good girl.” He praises, slamming down onto you and feeling his third and definitely final release creeping up on him. “Daddy loves his stupid little girl.” He hums shakily, feeling himself nearing the edge as well.  When his thrusts become staggered, Harry realizes that he can’t hold it anymore. “Now be a good girl and cum with daddy.” He grunts, stilling himself inside of you for the final time of the night and emptying whatever drops of cum are left in his body. And while he lets go, so do you. But yours is much more intense. Your body is full on quaking as you not only let go but also squirt all over him. The fact that he was hitting that sweet spot over and over again and the fact that you were desperately in need of a second release catapulted you right over the edge and into a powerful release.

Once he’s completely done, Harry collapses right onto the bed next to you. The both of you were deep into your post orgasm comas and you were going to be there for a good while too. There was just a lot for your bodies and minds to process.

Maybe being stuck inside for Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.

Masterlist

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Mainly doodled these up for my own reference, but why not share? Kai and Jay’s designs for the first two stories of Legacyverse (even tho the second story isn’t up yet; was kinda hoping this would drum up some fresh inspo for it and it worked~) Hopefully I can get some other characters knocked out down the line...

More details of their designs and the UA itself under the cut (with light spoilers that aren’t actually spoilers):

Casual Outfits: Fusion of both the movie’s school outfits and the casual outfits from the earlier seasons. Kai’s clothes are a little tight since he hasn’t had reason to wear (or buy) normal clothes in a long time. Jay, meanwhile, always wears the scarf knitted for him by his mom regardless of season—but, if anyone asks, he’s doing it for the fashion. 

GX Suits: Combination of the Legacy Gi, Movie Designs, and the DX Suits (with the Guardians as the main focus over the Dragons, hence “Guardian X-treme”). The Ninja get these suits after bonding with their respective Guardians.  

Legacy ZX: Combination of the ZX Suits, Legacy Gi, and Movie Designs. Might actually change up these designs a bit in the future, but they serve nicely as a starting point. The Ninja get these suits shortly before unlocking their True Potentials. 

Inheritor Symbol: These symbols are indicative of those recognized as legitimate inheritors of the elements. These symbols are normally designated as a straight up representation of the element itself, but the Core Four happen to be the exceptions, instead having symbols indicative of their Elemental Guardians. 

Ninja Symbol: The symbol taken from the headbands of the movie suits; in the UA, these mark the Ninja as members of the Secret Ninja Force. Kai’s is the mark of the “Red Fire Ninja” while Jay’s is the “Blue Lightning Ninja”. 

Spinjitzu Master Symbol: The symbol on the back of the Movie Suits, in this UA they represent the mark of a Spinjitzu Master. By the time Lloyd joins the team, there’s only nine Spinjitzu Masters alive, and thus, only nine total bearers of the symbols. 

All right, General Stuff: 

Legacyverse (aka The Ninja Legacy Whip) is basically a universe alteration where the events of the show occur within the world of the movie, with occasional tweaks/rewrites from myself (for example, replacing the Core Four’s dragons with Elemental Guardians instead, or that knowledge of the FSM + the elements + Lord Garmadon is not common prior to Garmadon attacking Ninjago City).

The Ninja go to Ninjago City High: in the events of the first story, Cole and Zane are juniors, Kai and Jay are sophomores, and Nya is a freshman (Lloyd at this point is of middle school age and is not at the high school…yet). The school is going to have more focus in the second story, which means more characters as well.

Prior to Kai joining the team, the first three Ninja basically did all of their ninja-things during the weekend, which is a full three days in Ninjago since a school week is only four days (so a full weekend is Friday, Saturday, Sunday, which leaves a generous amount of time for ninja missions—unless they’re so big that they bleed into the week itself, like an impromptu Garmadon and/or Shark Army attack, which results in many skipped or cut-short classes).

Ninjago itself is divided into six primary areas: The Northern Province, consisting of the colder territories; the Eastern Province, consisting of deserts, canyons, and stormy areas; the Western Province, which is where the main mountain range runs through; the Southern Province, which is mostly beach areas but also home to the most randomly treacherous places; the Central Province, which is where most of civilization resides and from which one can reach nearly anywhere in the rest of Ninjago within a day or two’s travel; and the Aquatic Archipelago, which is basically that little strip of islands that comes off the mainland and is where the majority of aforementioned islands can be located.

The Monastery of Spinjitzu (and the Mountain of Impossible Height) is situated on the western end of the Central Province; Ninjago City is located on the southern point of the Central Province, right on the border of the Southern Province, providing access to the beach and allowing Ninjago City Docks to thrive. Ignacia, which is an hour or so out from the city, is in the jurisdiction of the Southern Province. 

Each Province is overseen by one of the aforementioned Guardians— Ruamoko (West/Earth), Eirlys (North/Ice), Tawhiri (East/Lightning), and Vulcanell (South/Fire). These four Guardians were also tasked with keeping the Golden Weapons safe, and only a worthy Master of Spinjitzu can take the weapon from them. It does not necessarily have to be a Master of the same element (...but it does help). The Guardian of the Central Province is technically missing, which is partly why Wu rarely leaves the monastery. The Archipelago is also rumored to have a Guardian, but its existence has faded into lore and legends no one, not even Wu, currently has knowledge of. 

There’s also a time discrepancy, used by Wu to make it seem like the wars and crises that occurred in the past few decades took place far, far earlier, with the most recent one being the Skeletal War headed by Lady Iron Dragon (who most people don’t even believe is still alive). The true reason for the discrepancy is yet to be exposed, but it is the reason Nya got involved in all the secret business in the first place.

Elemental Powers, while known to most Masters themselves and some outer parts of Ninjago (like Metalonia, a place based on the Element of Metal) is basically lost knowledge to those in Ninjago City and the Central Province. The point of the Shark Army’s first attack, and their overall existence, is to expose these truths to the world over and establish Garmadon’s dominion over Ninjago instead of Wu.  

Eye color also serves as an indicator as to whether or not someone is descended from an Elemental Master. The default eye color is black, but, for example, someone descended from the Element of Lightning would have desaturated blue eyes. Now, over the years, lots of people have been descended from Masters without really knowing it, and thus don’t blink at the different eye colors (hence why the average person wouldn’t pay attention to, say, green eyes) but those in the know would be able to spot the current inheritors of the elements by their white pupils (pre-potential) or colored pupils/saturated eyes (post-potential).

In the event of two Elemental Masters having children, the more “dominant” element will be inherited by the first born. So Lightning would be inherited before Water, or Fire before Amber (wink wink nudge nudge). Otherwise, the Element is always guaranteed to the first born. The two exceptions to this are the Element of Ice and the Green Element, both which skipped a generation, although for wildly different reasons.

There’s also the possibility of Essence Splits: meaning that the power of one element/essence from a powerful parent is divided evenly among siblings (such is the case with Wu and Garmadon, and the Time Twins). Elements can also be given up willingly, but there’s usually a cost for doing so, as by having a child, the body has more time to gradually adjust to losing the perks of the power. If the power is suddenly taken away all at once, well…the consequences differ by the element. 

(This gets explained a little in the first story, but more in-depth in the beginning of the second story, so I’ll put it here too as a little teaser): The Elements themselves also work a bit differently from both the show and the movie: obviously there’s still the Four Core Elements, being Earth, Fire, Ice, and Lightning. When combined, they can achieve equivalent might to the “Green” Element, but whether this power is used for creation or destruction relies on how much harmony they have with one another.

The Four Core Elements can also be broken down into four derivatives each, resulting in sixteen total “Derivative Elements”. Each of these elements represents one trait that makes up the Core Element they are derived from. For example, Lightning is fast, so the Element of Speed is derived from it. Or how Metal is derived from the Element of Earth. When the sixteen are combined, their strength would be equal to that of the Core Four (and equal the Green Element by itself). However, this is impossible to currently achieve as certain derivative elements have been “broken” from the circle.

There’s a few reasons why Wu picked the Core Four to train above anyone else: he was very close with the previous masters, and had starting points for searching for their descendants; four people are way easier to find and manage than sixteen; a few members of the Derivative Elements are known to be displaced; and, while of equivalent strength, the inheritor of the Green Element is…well, someone he’d rather not involve unless the situation is at its most dire. 

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serre-moi fort | j. changmin

🐈 pairing: bf!changmin x fem! reader 🐈 word count: 2.2k 🐈 genre: fluff, domestic!au 🐈 tw: none, maybe the overuse of nicknames (?) 🐈 synopsis: while changmin goes out for a run, you decide to do some self-care and unfold the hammock dusting on the side of your house. 🐈 a/n: part 4/14 of my french project!! with my baby boi changmin!! i am sorry if i still haven’t written your request or i take too long to finish it, but the inspo hasn’t been really present 🤕🥺 i’ll make sure to write more!!

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A yawn escaped from your mouth as you blocked the light out of your eyes with your elbow, feeling extra sleepy as your alarm clock hadn’t rung off yet. What a great mistake you did by accepting your boyfriend’s idea of starting to wake up early, you should have refused last night. You groaned as the annoying sound of an alarm finally rang, blindly searching for your phone on the bedside table. Changmin stirred on his side of the bed, turning to the side in great search of your body. Once he found it, he let out a sigh and kept his eyes closed, warm mouth resting against your exposed shoulder. Your hand settled on his forearm wrapped around your middle and you pecked his cheekbone, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the quietness of the morning for a while.

Changmin sat up after a few minutes, head heavily following the rest of his body. He stared at you still lying on your side, his hand gently rubbing your knee and he offered you a gentle smile when you opened your eyes to look at him. You mimicked him as he stood up, yawning as his hand rubbed his abs while making his way towards the kitchen. You deeply sighed as the birds started chirping, helping you slowly and start the day tranquilly.

Once you stood up, you went and opened the windows, letting the pale light and the fresh morning air from outside invading your room. The sky was still gloomy as it had just stopped pouring, the light fog due to the rain lingering around your neighbourhood, progressively disappearing as it rose in the sky. You wrapped your cardigan around your shoulders and joined your boyfriend in the kitchen, a hand gently stroking the back of his head, playing with the spiky, shorter hair. Changmin smiled at your display of affection and turned around to kiss you on the cheek.

“Are you eating this before going for a run?” you asked as you observed him spreading butter and honey on two toasts, only to find him shaking his head with a smile. “I was planning on bringing the toasts to my baby back in bed, but it seems like it’s too late,” he said, and your face fell, making your boyfriend giggle. “Oh, I didn’t know, Changmin. We’re so rarely together, I didn’t want to miss an opportunity of being with you,” you said, and he giggled, circling his arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s have breakfast together now that you are up,” he suggested and you nodded, kissing him on the lips as he handed you the plate he prepared for you.

Changmin sat across from you, a banana and a protein shake in front of him. He never liked eating a lot before going on a run, he hated working out feeling nauseous or having a heavy stomach, hence the super light breakfast. You, on the other hand, had worked out yesterday, and since you only did it every other day, it was your rest day today. Changmin only had the weekend to go for a run since his work was keeping him extremely busy. Living this kind of life wasn’t the best when it came to personal life, but he was passionate about his job, so it was natural for him to make sacrifices.

“I’m going, babe. I’ll be back in over an hour,” he said while standing up, winking at you as he placed everything in the dishwasher before disappearing back in your shared bedroom.

He appeared a few minutes later, all clad in black gym equipment with a rain jacket from his favourite football (soccer) team. He walked up to you, the plastic of his shoes squeaking on the tiled floor and kissed your forehead as you were drinking the rest of your orange juice.

“Have fun and be careful!” you said as he walked out the door, waving at you from the kitchen window as he walked past it.  

Weekends weren't only meant for fitness activities, it also meant self-care for you. So, after brushing your teeth and changing into your home clothes, you decided to grab a book and go read outside. The temperature was quite chilly since it was still quite early, but the cold couldn’t reach your body as you were wrapped into Changmin’s long black hoodie. You walked across the living room and opened the sliding glass door, shutting it behind you as you put down your book on the wooden table.

Walking to the side of the house, you found the hammock you had decided to randomly buy while browsing the web, and it was one of the best purchases you did for your house after the pillow made for taking baths. You unfolded it and cosied it up a bit by adding some pillows and two extra blankets, comfortably lying in it after taking your book from the table.

You had forgotten how fascinating this book was, getting back into the story as soon as you read the last sentence of the previous chapter. Not even noticing your surroundings, the neighbour’s cat casually yet carefully walked across your small garden and meowed before disappearing under the fence, but you didn’t hear it. Your hand dangling outside the hammock, grabbing some petals of the flowers planted under you and playing with them between your fingers, carefully reading the story as you were close to finishing the book you had started a few weeks ago.

Slamming the book shut after reading the last sentence, you sighed and wiped the tear that threatened to fall from your eye and rested the book on the floor. Crossing your arms on your chest, you observed the light blue sky before sinking deeper into the hammock, the wind acting as a gentle caress as it blew on your face. Resting a foot on the floor, you gave a quick swing to the hammock before replacing your limb under the blankets, feeling it move side to side as you closed your eyes. The slow shift rocking you like a baby in their mother’s arms, and you fell back asleep right here, face tucked into your boyfriend’s hood over your head.

The neighbour’s cat came back a few minutes later and gently licked your hand dangling off the hammock, careful of not waking you up. It sat near the glass window, its whines stopping as you weren’t responding, too deep into Morpheus’ arms to come back to reality.

The three-coloured creature ran off as soon as the front door shut close, Changmin heavily breathing as he had just stopped his sports watch. Looking around the house, he wiped the sweat pearling off his forehead with his sleeve as he called your name, a smile forming on his lips as he saw you on the patio.

Just like you did an hour and a half ago, he slid the glass door open and closed it without making a noise, gently talking to the cat as it came to him, tail raising in the air while walking towards the sweaty man. Approaching you with the cat on his heels, he admired your sleepy face as your fist was resting against your cheek, pushing up the skin under your eye in a cute way. He brought the blanket further up to your chin and delicately kissed your forehead, the action making you shift.

“I’m home, sweetheart. I’m gonna take a shower and I’m yours, okay?” he whispered, and you lightly shifted in your sleep, repositioning yourself in the hammock. 

Changmin gently pushed it to make it rock slowly, earning a muffled groan of happiness from your mouth. He beamed at your behaviour and told the cat to stay outside as it tried to come in with him, the animal letting out a frustrated noise but sat in the grass anyway.

Once your boyfriend reappeared from his shower, you were still comfortably tucked inside your new bed. With the towel around his shoulders, he was quick to toss it in the laundry bin and pull out the hairdryer. The muffled sound didn’t even make you move, the cat staring at your boyfriend as he quickly dried his hair in the living room. It had come closer just the time he went back to the bathroom to put the dryer away, stifling a laugh as the cat’s position. It was calmly sat on the patio, its wide, green eyes staring up at you as you slept. 

Changmin chuckled at the innocence of the scene in front of him, the kitty suddenly looking away from you as he opened the window door. It only moved when he neared you, pacing under the fence like there was no tomorrow. He shook his head at the cat’s silliness and threw a glance at your sleeping figure, trying to think of a way to join you without waking you up.

You felt a presence near you as an arm delicately lifted your shoulders and upper back, careful movements moving around you. Lazily opening an eye, you noticed your boyfriend all fresh out of the shower, who was trying to get into the hammock without waking you up. Changmin miserably failed as you sat and you stood up despite his protests for you to stay in the hammock, lazily waiting for him to sit comfortably. You smiled when he reached out his arms for you to come and lay on top of him, his leg falling off the hammock as you comfortably laid back, your warmth kept and increased by your boyfriend’s body and hot shower.

“Hold me tight, please,” you whispered as you felt him giggle under you, arms securely wrapped around your figure. Changmin made sure that you were well hidden under the blanket before starting to balance the hammock again, closing your eyes as the comfort lulled you back to sleep. “I’m right here, love. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against the crown of your head before kissing it, weakly smiling as his calm heartbeat helped you fall back asleep.

Changmin delicately plucked out a flower under the hammock and played with it for a while before pushing your hair away from your ear and slid it on top of it. Smiling at the pretty view of you sleeping with a flower on your head, he held you closer to him, as if it were possible. He stifled a yawn as his workout tired him out, his chin resting against your head as it was his turn to doze off.   __

You softly sighed and opened your eyes, a chest slowly rising and falling under your ear. You recognised your boyfriend’s fragrance as you hoisted yourself higher in his hold, delicately kissing the side of his neck. It was later in the day, you had no idea how long you had been sleeping for, but you were rid of any tiredness and felt at peace. 

Changmin seemed to be quietly sleeping, his arm protectively wrapped around you as the other hung off the hammock. Something fell on his stomach from your head as you shifted, only to discover a flower with a smile. You stared at your boyfriend for a while and couldn’t stop smiling, but this delicate, romantic moment got ruined by the not-so-sophisticated grumbling noises coming from your stomach. 

Trying to extricate yourself from the hammock without waking your boyfriend up, you felt his hand catching your wrist, his eyes slowly opening with a soft smile drawn on his face.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice deeper than it normally was. “I’m going to make us something to eat,” you spoke, and he sat up, motioning you to come closer. You obeyed and he reached out for something stuck in your hair, only to find a yellow petal of the flower he had placed in your hair while you were napping. You smiled at the sweet gesture and he got up as well, kissing your temple as he slightly limped and whined.

“Argh, I forgot to stretch,” he muttered as he made his way to the kitchen, wincing then hissing at his sore leg muscles. Shifting his weight on his hands resting against the kitchen counter, you compassionately rubbed his back as you got out a pan from a drawer. “I was too excited to come to cuddle with you, you seemed so peaceful that I completely forgot to stretch,” he said while wrapping his arms around your waist, earning a smile from you.

He peppered your cheek with kisses every time you moved around the kitchen, making a healthy brunch for the two of you. Once you were almost done, he let go of your waist to set the table, grabbing your shoulders and guided you to sit down to take the reins. Then, Changmin placed everything in the plates and served one to you, walking to his seat with his own.

You ate in silence, his hand linked with yours, the sun shining brighter than before as you finished eating. Changmin kindly rubbed your shoulder, whispering to go back outside while he cleaned and washed everything. You played with the cat for a while, giggling as you manage to place the flower on top of his head, the creature weirdly moving its head to get the thing off him.

Changmin laughed as he joined you on the patio, drawing his chair closer to yours and you kissed his cheek as he sat down.

Smiling to each other, you came nearer and delicately pressed your lips against his, feeling him grin in the kiss as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder blades. Once you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered the words you loved coming out of his mouth.

“I love you."

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 2

Requested: My friend told me to keep writing this so-

Word count: 1,820

Warnings: Angst?

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: Listen to What’s Inside from Waitress, you’ll know when. I’m also making a taglist so please feel free to ask to join if you would like! Happy (late) Halloween! Thanks for the support so far, I’m new to writing so it means a lot! :)

Part 1 here

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Y/N pushed open the back door with her hip, a big bag of glass bottles dragging her upper body towards the ground. She opened up the container lid and threw the bag of bottles inside, slumping against the door in exhaustion. She had another impromptu performance coming up but for now, she was back to a normal waitress.

Y/N pulled open the door and went back in, met with the overwhelming smell of sweat and cooking food. It’s like being on broadway except that it’s not as professional and she has two jobs in one and they both have crap pay. Time to get serving

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Julie and Flynn were chatting animatedly about a new band that they’d heard about whilst the boys were still trying to figure out how she was able to see them. Julie made sense, she had summoned them but that waitress, Y/N, they had never even been in her vicinity before. It was strange.

Julie straightened up as an idea hit her train, she turned so she was facing both the boys and Flynn, reminding herself that she needs to not look insane, “We could ask Y/N to put in a good word for us, get closer to her and figure out why she can see you. We get answers, a gig and a reason to come for inspo whenever.” Luke snapped his finger and pointed at her in agreement, “Right! Uh…how do we get her to even talk to us? Last time I checked we were…you know, invisible to everyone, she’d look insane if she randomly started talking to us.” Julie stared at him blankly before rolling her eyes and taking a sip from her milkshake, looking to Alex for help.

Alex hit him on the back of his head, “Obviously we’re not going to do it in front of people, use your brain…oh wait, nevermind.” Julie choked and set her milkshake down, Flynn patted her back before glaring at the left side of the boys. Julie moved Flynn’s face so she was glaring at the boys, “No killing my best friend, not even eye-candy can get away with that.” She turned back to Julie, “You okay, Jules? What did the boys do, I wish I could see them.”

“Sometimes I wish that I had the privilege of not seeing them.” The boys offended faces made her burst into laughter that she tried to control.

“Hi, is there anything else we can help you with today?” Their waiter walked up to the table, a bright smile already spread over their face. “Oh, uh, I have a weird request, question? Uh, can we talk to one of your performers? It would need to be somewhere more private because it’s more…um..you know.” The waiter chuckled, “Sure thing, you can use the break room, the performer will take you over there. I know Y/N is free for a little bit, but she might have to run off for a performance, I could grab Noelle, she’s doing some serving right now though...uh, another performer called Sadie arrives in a few minutes, but she might take a while to get settled. Or do you have a specific person in mind?”

“Uh…” Julie looked at Flynn and the boys, trying to figure out how to be discreet about asking for Y/N, “Can we- uh…” The waiter smiled, “I’ll grab Y/N for you, just remember she might have to run after a while.” They walked off to the kitchen, picking up a few plates on the way.

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“Y/N! Some customers want to talk to you!”

An audible groan made the kitchen staff chuckle, Y/N was used to complaining middle-aged women. They were only people who ever ‘talked’ to the staff, they were usually sent to Y/N because she would just smile, nod and agree until there were no complaints left. It takes way too much effort to argue and yell at someone who is smiling and agreeing with everything you say.

“Alright, thank you, Sam, tell them I’ll be right there.” Y/N dusted off her hands, the waiter chuckled, “Okay, will do. And you really need to stop expecting the worst all the time. It’s kinda depressing.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Haha, glad my suffering at the hands of middle-aged women amuses you.” The waiter rolled their eyes in return and left the kitchen.

“Well…time for complaints or a pleasant surprise.” Y/N sighs, picking up a slice of pie for a customer on the way out. She bumps open the door with her hip and walks out into the chatter and bustle of the diner, she puts down the pie at table 20 before heading over to the counter where Sam was waiting.

“Table 12, take them to the break room, they wanted a more private place to talk.” Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Okay, take the non-staff members to the staff members only break room. Sure, okay.” Sam rolled their eyes, handed her a small piece of paper with instructions, which rolled her eyes at, and pushed her lightly, “Just go.”

Y/N plastered on her best customer service smile and walked over to table 12, checking over the instructions in her hand, “Hi, sorry for the wait, my name is Y/N. There was something you wanted to talk about in the break room?” Y/N looked up and saw the two girls and 3 boys she’d served a little while earlier. “Yeah, uh, can we go in there first?” Y/N smile turned more genuine and gestured the way with her right arm, “Sure, this way.”

Y/N showed them to the break room, “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable. I warn you I have a quick thing in 5 minutes but I’ll be right back afterwards.” The Julie and Flynn sat down on a couch, Luke sitting on the arm closest to Julie. Alex and Reggie sat in singular chairs on either side of the couch.

“Now, what is it you wanted to talk about?” Y/N sat in a chair opposite the group, “Well, we were wondering if you could put in a word for us, we’re a band- “ “I’m not in it though! I’m Flynn, the band’s amazing marketing team.” Flynn interrupts, Y/N nods, an eyebrow raised and motions for Julie to continue, “Right, yeah, anyway, we’re a band called Julie and the Phantoms. I’m Julie, beanie boy is Luke, Alex is sitting in the chair on the left and Reggie is on the right. We’d really appreciate it if you could put in a word for us, we’re trying to get as many gigs as possible.” Y/N smiled, “Yeah, sure, you’d have to demo for Cal and a few performers but I’ll see what I can do. Is that all?”

“Julie, ask her about ghosts. And if seeing them runs in her family.”

“Uh, you can just ask me yourself and uh, ghosts? What are you talking about?” Alex stood up and walked over to Reggie before smacking the back of his head, “Ow! What was that fo- oh…I get it.” Y/N’s eyes dart between everyone, trying to find someone who can explain. “Don’t ask me, I can’t even see them. Low-key kinda jelly.”

Y/N looked at the clock in the break room, “Shoot, look I have to go on now, but it’s real quick so I’ll be back soon. You can explain when I get back. You can go back to your table or just stay here, whatever you want to do. Sam will come over in a sec, you know, so you can ask them for help if you need it.” She walked over to the door and turned to look at them, narrowing her eyes slightly, “Break anything in here and I’ll break your bank account, and please try to stay out of trouble. Sam is clumsy, I don’t want to find them with six broken bones when I get back.”

Y/N walked out the door leaving three shocked boys, a sheepish Julie and an impressed Flynn, “She seems cool.”

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Sam stepped into the break room, Flynn and Julie were chatting on the couch, Luke was sat on the floor next to Julie, Alex was laid against the back of his chair and Reggie was draped over his chair, his legs resting on top of the arm. Sam smiled at the chatting girls.

“Sorry to interrupt lady’s but I was wondering if you’d want to watch Y/N’s performance.” Everyone perked up at that, head’s snapping towards Sam in surprise, “We can do that, how?” “Sh, Julie needs to respond.”

“We’d love to, are we going out of the break room to watch?” Sam smiled, a twinkle in their eye. “Not quite, we’re gonna watch through the cameras. It’ll be short but a real treat, trust me.”

Sam guided the two girls and, unknowingly, the three musician spirits to a computer monitor setup, probably used for security on a normal day.

Y/N was stood behind the counter, the lights were low apart from some fairy lights behind her. There was a bowl sitting on the counter in front of her, a few ingredients around her.

Sugar

Sugar

Staff members were spread around the room, taking it in turns to sing as Y/N puts the ingredients into the bowl

Sugar, butter

Sugar, butter,

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

Sugar, butter, flour

Y/N takes the bowl into her arms, slowly mixing it. Her expression calm and peaceful.

My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need

I'll take the sugar and butter from the pantry

I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start

And then it's down with the recipe and bake from the heart

Y/N puts down the bowl, a small smile appearing on her face, dusting her hands on her apron. She turns her gaze to the watching customers.

Sugar

And butter

And flour

Y/N’s smile turns bittersweet, she looks up and holds her hands to her heart, her voice breaking slightly.

And mother

She moves around the counter, her fingers tracing the surface. The watching group were speechless, all feeling connected to her performance through their own feelings of loss.

What's inside, everyone wants to know what's inside

And I always tell them, but I feel more than words can say

Y/N turns back to the bowl, her hand gripping onto her apron as she makes her way back around the counter.

You wanna know what's inside?

Simple question, so then what’s the answer?

My whole life is in here

A tear slips down her cheek and she looks down at the bowl, her smile pained. It stabs at Reggie’s heart, the realization dawning on him that this isn’t just a performance, not to Y/N.

In this kitchen, baking

What a mess I'm making

Y/N wipes her tears away, flashing a smile at the customers before grabbing the bowl and walking out to the kitchen.

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𝓦elcome to a brand new story from me that I never thought I would be posting but here we are! This chapter is very much introductory, which is like obvious being the first chapter but tbh I don’t really do a lot of introducing characters right off the bat in a descriptive way often so this was new for me! Also, I have an old taglist from a while ago when I was originally going to post this, but I don’t want to randomly tag people who may no longer be interested SO if you’d like to be included on a taglist for upcoming chapters please let me know! Thank you! 

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Chapter One: Where Happiness Begins (5.4k)

Harry and Y/N are friends…. with benefits, but not the kinds you’re thinking of.

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There was something very different when she woke that Saturday morning. Maybe her breath smelled a little worse than normal. Maybe the sun shined a little brighter through her curtains than it was supposed to...

Maybe there was someone in her bed who didn’t belong there. 

“Oh my god.”

Friday night was not unlike every other night that week. There was an endless bag of chips she dug her Hot Cheeto dust covered fingers into and an over-watched series on Netflix open on her laptop in front of her. And when she wasn’t distracted by Sam and Dean Winchester, she was bawling her eyes out under the comfort of her thrifted quilt, staining her poor mismatched pillowcases.

Just like any given night.

And this Friday was no different. At least not until there was a knock on her door.

By the time she dried her face, it was almost completely unnoticeable she’d just been buried in hysterics only seconds ago.

“Harry’s coming over. You want anything from the store?” Will asked, the same Will who stuck them all together in the very beginning of splitting rent on an apartment four different ways.

He was the roommate who paid the most in rent and got the biggest room with his own private bathroom. One of the two roommates who constantly had his significant other over every night to make Y/N’s miserable time even worse. Between Will and Violet’s incessant need to take over the entire living room every weekend, Y/N was bound to end up in her own room alone crying her eyes out for no apparent reason.

Then there was her third roommate, James, who never bothered her because she was lucky to catch a fleeting glimpse of him every other week.

Y/N glanced at the phone he had pressed to his cheek, assuming Harry was on the other end of the line, on hold. Just the mention of his name sucked every sad little tear back into her skull. She didn’t know why, but having Harry around always seemed to do the trick.

Even though she barely spoke a word to him over the course of the last eighteen months she’d known him.

She buried her excitement about Harry coming over and frowned, answering as if she was she couldn’t care less even though... she cared way more than she should. “No.”

And before Will could protest, she shut the door in his face and retreated back to her bed.

Not every night was spent in agonizing spirals of self-pity and dread, but it came and went. Some days were fine. She was happy by the time she went to bed at night and didn’t have nightmares or anxiety that kept her up past her self-proclaimed bedtime. Most days, she ate regularly and went about her nightly routine with a genuine smile on her face. But recently, it had all gone to shit.

And there was no explanation. There never was. She didn’t just break up with a long-term boyfriend. No one called her an ugly bitch on the train home. Her boss didn’t yell at her for the umpteenth time about her inadequacies at work.

She was just... alone. Painfully and tragically alone.

She hated how black and white it was. That she was either happy to be alive or praying for a very large rock to fall on her and end it all. There was never an in-between and it made her feel like all her emotions were made up, like she wasn’t ever truly happy or she was sad over really stupid things.

It was a fucking nightmare.

Another agonizing thirty minutes went by before she heard from Will again. Before she heard more than just her roommate's voice through the thin walls. Before she could literally feel her

brain swell with more serotonin than she’d had in a long time when it was Harry’s voice she heard.

He was like an unusual ray of sunshine. Every time he was over at their apartment, it was like he was some kind of ancient sun god warding off all the evil spirits sitting on her shoulders. Which...she knew was quite strange, but she really couldn’t--nor did she want to--fight off how he made her feel.

Even if he wasn’t an internationally famous pop-sensation, she still couldn’t put her finger on why he made her feel like sunshine and butterflies whenever he was around. Which had been quite often recently on account of his upcoming album needing desperate help from Will.

Okay. She hadn’t heard a damn thing from the album, but the conversations they had about it weren’t always good. It was delayed, apparently, and Harry was in the middle of a massive writing block that led him to an impromptu trip to Barcelona the previous week.

And so now he was back. To work on the album, and, upon Y/N’s quiet arrival into the kitchen of her shared apartment, to pig out on junk food. Will hovered over the kitchen island while they figured out which movie, among a small stack of romantic comedies, to watch first.

Once Harry noticed her, he instantly stood up straight, shoving the last bit of a Kit-Kat bar into his mouth quickly to hide it from her; as if she cared about the Harry Styles munching on chocolate and sweets.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked Will, even though Harry was the only one paying her any attention. She didn’t often make eye contact with him, or even speak to him at all for that matter. But Harry was used to it. He was used to her mumbling and her short phrases. The way whenever he looked at her, she always looked away.

“Pretty Woman or Notting Hill?” Will turned to her finally, holding up both DVD boxes in his hands for Y/N to choose from, completely ignoring her previous question.

“Um... I’ve never seen them.”

Will rolled his eyes and placed the Blu-Ray boxes back down on the granite countertop, “Should’ve known that. You only watch scary shit.”

It was quiet after that for a moment. A long moment of Harry awkwardly glancing between Will and Y/N. Though his glances towards her did not come easily. Just the thought of looking at her was like his body went into fight or flight mode. Fight through the nerves and the butterflies in his stomach or fly the hell out of there.

She was like an unfriendly cat who didn’t seem to like him one bit, and it drove him insane. All his attempts to have a normal conversation with her had been fruitless. She never said more than one word to him at a time. Maybe two, if she was feeling generous. He didn’t get it at all, but he got used to it. Maybe she just didn’t have any room in her life for another person and certainly not for a person like him.

“Well, I vote for Pretty Woman,” Will said, making up everyone’s minds for them, and when he glanced at the other two, they didn’t seem to care. “Pretty Woman it is then. Y/N,” Will glanced at her exclusively while he began gathering snacks and the movie, “are you watching it too?”

“Uh.. no.” She continued into the kitchen, walking behind Harry toward the fridge and making every single nerve in his body light up. He had no idea why she, of all people on the planet he’d come into contact with, made him as nervous as she did. But, here he was. Stepping out of her way and swallowing the pit in his throat when he got a whiff of her all-too-familiar coconut scented shampoo.

And that scent just about made his head spin. It took him right back to the night he’d gotten drunk off his ass after a long day of work. She’d offered her bed to him since he was too tall for their couches, and she had been up late working herself anyways. Most of the night had been forgotten, but he very distinctly remembered stuffing his face into her pillowcases and letting the scent of her shampoo completely engulf his nostrils as he fell asleep. And it took him back to the following morning where he wobbled his hungover ass to the shower and accidentally (on purpose) used her coconut scented shampoo.

And then the entire rest of the day he smelled exactly like her and hadn’t gone a single minute without thinking of her. Thinking of her soft voice and what it would feel like to hear her saying his name just once. Thinking about the way she sometimes smiled at him like maybe she didn’t hate him as much as he thought. Thinking about her hair spread over her pillowcase and tucking loose strands behind her ear while she slept peacefully beside him...

Harry was also, very, very alone.

So alone that he spent more nights at other people’s homes, particularly Will’s, than his own. Even though he had an insanely expensive house all to himself up in the gated hills of Los Angeles, it was nothing compared to being surrounded by people he cared about instead of lifeless appliances.

He blamed it on the city. It always had a way of making him feel alienated. Even if it was the city that recognized him most often, it almost made him feel even more alone than he already was. Because none of the people he met along the way really knew him. They weren’t with him at the end of the day when he broke down on the floor in his bathroom. They didn’t see the dark parts of his life where he often wished he could take it all back just to be normal again. To have normal conversations and normal relationships with people he wasn’t constantly paranoid were trying to get something out of him.

So, in a way, he understood Y/N’s unwillingness to let him in, because he did it all the time. The thing he didn’t understand was why she had any reason to worry about the people in her life. No one was out to get her money or make themselves famous off of her. But there was a reason for it anyways, and it just about killed the curious cat in his mind every time he was at her apartment and she continued to not peep a single unnecessary word to him.

By the time he and Will had settled onto their respective spots in the living room, Harry tucked back into the cushions of their armchair and Will spread out on the loveseat opposite him, Y/N had already retreated back into her bedroom with her glass of ice water.

“Think that’s the most I’ve ever heard her talk.” Harry said, while Will skipped through the outdated commercials on the DVD.

Will’s lips turned up into a very knowing grin and he nodded, “She’s always been quiet, man. I told you not to take it personally.”

“How did you get her to talk?”

That was a question Harry had never asked before out of the countless stupid ones he had in the past. The stupidest was probably when he’d first met her and then proceeded to ask Will shortly after if Y/N was mute.

Will shrugged, “I’ve known her for a long time. It’s not like she goes on and on around me either though. That’s just how she is. And she probably just doesn’t like you that much.”

Harry huffed and sat back into his chair, giving up on it. He couldn’t force her to be his friend, as much as he wanted her to be.

The movie went on without Harry because he was completely lost in his own mind, however, Will seemed to be completely enthralled with Julia Roberts. Harry just couldn’t bring himself to focus on the television screen for more than a minute at a time.

It wasn’t until he heard a door down the hall click open that he brought himself back to reality and let his eyes wander to the sound behind him as Y/N stepped quietly out from her bedroom again. He knew she was the only other roommate home tonight and, yet, he still made the mistake of looking in her direction and, fucking finally, locking eyes with her. It was brief, but it was enough to stir up the enormous pot of butterflies in his stomach again.

Without a single word, she sat on the last unoccupied piece of furniture between the both of them, Harry still in a bit of shock and Will grinning with his eyes glued to the screen.

“Changed your mind, did you?” Will asked cheekily.

“Shut up,” she mumbled back at him before reaching toward the opened bag of untouched Hershey kisses. “Can I have one of these?”

Will finally peered over at her from his spot and then glanced at Harry across the coffee table, “You’ll have to ask Harry. He brought them.”

Her hand froze and she reluctantly turned her attention toward Harry, which had been the first time since he arrived that she voluntarily looked at him. She had no fucking clue how she was going to sit there and ask Harry for one of his Hershey kisses. Or if she even wanted them desperately enough.

The question went unasked, but the look on her face said more than enough. She was already waiting for his answer. And upon seeing the look on her face, Harry couldn’t possibly find it in himself to force her to say a damn thing. So he just cleared his throat instead, “Uh, it’s alright. You can have as many as you want.”

He watched as she grabbed a couple foil sealed chocolates and settled back into the corner of her own loveseat again, never willing to admit that he’d bought them especially for her. Because it had somehow managed to become common knowledge that they were her favorite candy and while wandering the local corner market, he spotted them and thought of her. His brain at the time thought there might be some minuscule possibility that if he brought one of her favorite foods over she might eventually start to like him.

Even if that didn’t happen though, he was still reeling from that one brief moment of interaction for the entire rest of the night. Splurging on an overpriced package of cavities had been well worth it.

It wasn’t until the movie ended that both Harry and Y/N realized Will was dead asleep. That he was no longer conscious enough to use the remote resting on his chest and turn the movie off. So, after a little while of staring at the credits, Y/N stood and grabbed it, flipping the controls until she brought up regular TV channels and then eventually settled for a horror movie Harry had never seen and had no intentions to. But, if it meant he got more time with Y/N, he’d sit through just about anything she wanted to watch.

And then finally, the sugar he’d consumed got to his head.

“Do you always watch scary movies before bed?” He asked, completely lost in his daydreams and not fully realizing he’d asked her a full-blown question until it was out of his mouth. Once he came to his senses, he wanted to shove every last word back into his mouth and pretend he never said anything.

That was, until a couple silent moments went by and she finally said something. “Makes the nightmares more interesting.”

He didn’t expect her to say anything at all, and so for her to say that, he had no idea how to respond to her. Was she being... sarcastic? He didn’t even know she was capable of being funny.

So he laughed, not too loudly in case she wasn’t joking. But all his worries were relieved when she glanced at him and giggled too.

He didn’t dare bring up any of the questions floating around in his mind in fear that she’d never speak another word to him ever again once he’d finally managed to break through the walls somehow. Now that he’d made groundbreaking progress with her, there was no way he was asking her why she never talked to him or why she was so quiet. So he kept a fine-tuned filter over what words came out of his mouth.

“Does that mean you have uninteresting nightmares then?” Harry really did try his damndest to think of anything to say that would get her to keep talking, because he wasn’t done listening to her voice or hearing bits of her brain spill out. He wanted to know everything about her, from her mouth only, but he also didn’t want to get too ahead of himself.

“Only on Sundays.”

“Why Sundays?” He asked through a muffled laugh, curious as to what she was on about.

“Because then the nightmares are about showing up at work naked on Monday morning... and that’s not very interesting.”

He couldn’t help the widespread grin on his face, or the way his eyebrows furrowed at how fucking weird she actually was. And she wasn’t even that weird. She was kind of normal, but this entire time he thought she wasn’t like him at all, so seeing her say things like a normal person was... weird.

“So what kind of nightmares does watching Annabelle at...” Harry checked his watch, and went into momentary shock at the time, but also couldn’t care less because he wasn’t leaving now, “two in the morning get you?”

She smiled, and refusing to look at him, settled for planting her eyes on the television instead. “Walking into work naked on Monday morning but,” she held up a finger in anticipation and Harry smiled wider, “all my coworkers are creepy dolls.”

“Guess at that point it doesn't matter if you’re naked then.”

She thought about for a moment before giggling at what he said, “No, I guess it doesn’t.”

There was silence between them again, but it was different this time. It was peaceful. It wasn’t full of awkward tension and things Harry wished she would say. It felt like two friends hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.

“Are you sleeping here or...” She finally asked him and he wasn’t sure if that was her way of asking him to leave or not. But something about it made him feel like she was building her walls back up again.

“Oh, uh... if that’s okay. Think I’m too tired to drive.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just wanted to know because I can sleep in Violet’s room and you can have my bed like before. If you want.”

“Oh, um, are you sure?” Under any other circumstances, he would have said no, that the short, uncomfortable couch would be fine. That he would get over the pain in his legs and back in the morning because he didn’t want to invade her space, again. Unfortunately for him, he already had the knowledge of what her pillows smelled like and how soft her sheets were and he desperately wanted to invade her space again.

She nodded. “It’s no problem. I’ll go clean up a little. Just let yourself in.”

She was gone before he could get another word out. And while he listened to her footsteps as she walked away from him, he stared blankly up at the ceiling, resting his neck back on the chair. It felt like he’d just been through a fever dream, like none of it was real. Not only did he have a normal conversation with her, but now she was offering her bed to him again as well.

He needed a moment to process things.

When she got done tidying up her room and replacing her blanket with a clean one for Harry, he appeared cautiously in the doorway, yawning as he watched her gather some of her things to take to Violet’s room directly across the hall.

“I turned the TV off and the lights. Will’s still quite dead out there.”

She smiled to herself and gave him a very fleeting glance before picking the last item she needed up off her side table and then finally facing him. “It’s all yours.”

Ushering him in, he stepped into her room like he wasn’t actually allowed to. Like he had never been there before. Like he hadn’t nearly puked all over her poor white bed sheets that one night.

She replaced his spot in the doorway as he sat down on the edge of her bed. He stared at her back as she walked away, not getting his hopes up about her saying anything else to him. So, when she did turn to face him again, it just about knocked the air out of him.

“Oh and Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you try to not drool on my pillows this time?”

He glanced at the top of her bed where all her pillows were neatly stacked and cringed at the horrible memories he had and at the fact that he’d actually drooled on her pillows. Like a fucking animal. Like a dog who couldn’t control himself.

“Sorry ‘bout that...” He looked at her again, genuinely apologetic and completely embarrassed by his past, drunken self.

“It’s okay.” She smiled reassuringly, “Night.”

“G’night.” Harry mumbled just before she left and closed the door behind her.

And in all the talk about drool, it wasn’t until he was cuddled under her blanket and up against her mound of pillows that he realized something. She’d said his name, out loud, to his face, where he could hear it and obsess over it and never get sick of it. He repeated it over and over in his head and kept himself awake just thinking about the way it had sounded and if he’d ever get to hear her say his name again.

The faint hum of voices right outside the door woke him slightly. His entire body was still asleep except for about half of his brain and one eye that peeked open to investigate the noise. He could tell it was early, though, his eyes stung and his body ached to go fully back to sleep.

He could make out Violet’s voice, which confused his foggy brain because he swore Will had mentioned she’d be gone all weekend, and yet here she was yelling in the hallway and interrupting his sleep.

“Please just sleep on the couch then, I need to be alone right now.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows at how distressed she sounded and flinched when the door across the hall just about slammed shut.

He heard an exasperated sigh and then squeezed his eyes shut when he saw movement under the door to Y/N’s bedroom just moments before it opened. He pretended to be asleep for as long as he could, listening to the footsteps as they carefully wandered into the room.

And then a hushed, but very exclamatory, “Ow!” got him to roll onto his back and knuckle his eyes open.

She looked at him apologetically while grasping the big toe of her right foot. “Sorry.”

“S’okay.” His voice was a lot groggier and a lot more raspy than she expected it to be. And she kind of hated herself for enjoying the view, a little too much, of Harry waking up in her bed. While she got her thoughts under control, he continued. “Did Violet just kick you out?”

She simply nodded and went back to digging into her cabinets for spare pillows.

“What time is it?” He asked.

“Four-thirty.”

Then he slowly pulled her blanket off, still dressed in his shirt and joggers from last night but without his socks and rings he’d removed before bed.

She immediately turned to him, however. “You don’t have to get up. I’m fine on the couch.” “No, I would feel bad.”

“It’s okay, really. Don’t worry about it.” She got him to stop what he was doing and lay back into the bed again while she opened up more cabinet doors to find her extra bed sets.

He cleared his throat after a little while of watching her, and gathered up the largest bundle of courage he ever had, to say what he was about to say next. With nervous, shaking fingers and a cold sweat on the back of his neck, he voiced the stupidest idea he’d ever had in his life.

“We can just both sleep here... if that’s fine.”

She froze and he knew he’d made a mistake. Why in the actual fuck did he just suggest that? Maybe he was sleep deprived. Maybe he was still reeling from last night. Maybe he had some false sense of security with her and completely forgot about the fact that last night had been the first time she’d said that many words to him. Of course she wasn’t about to climb in bed with him.

“Oh, um...” She finally found a couple pillows and pulled them from the cabinet while turning her attention back to Harry. She could not deny how desperately she wanted to crawl back into her own bed. And have a warm body next to her, which she had literally never had. No one had ever slept in her bed besides Harry, and definitely not with her. Sure, she’d slept in friends’ beds before on occasion, but this was different. It was her own bed and this was Harry, not her college friends.

So maybe it was the sleep-deprivation talking. 

“Okay.”

In all forms but physical, his jaw had just hit the floor. Never in a million years or in any other infinite alternate realities would he have thought they’d end up here, with Harry sliding over to one side of the bed to make room for her while she crawled in beside him. Her queen size gave lots of room in between them, so it wasn’t as weird as it sounded. It was just two, very tired loose-knit friends sharing a bed for a few hours.

“Goodnight, again.” Harry mumbled, realizing too late that it was technically morning now.

“Mhm,” was the only response he got out of her when she curled up under the blanket they shared and went straight back to sleep with her back to him.

And once his nerves settled, he did the same.

It was a lot easier than either of them thought possible. And for a long while, they stayed on their respective sides of the bed. But once she was lost in dreamland and he was already letting out soft snores, there was no control over what happened next. She turned and cuddled right up to his side as if her unconscious mind thought he was some kind of pillow to cradle. She wasn’t all to blame, though, as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her even closer. Closer than either of them had been to another living being in a long time. As close as her forearm spread across his chest and her head nestled into his neck. Close enough to smell his cologne but not realize why or stop any of it from happening. Not that she would have wanted to if she had any clue what she was doing. Not that he would have wanted to either.

With his hand digging into her waist, they both were mildly aware of what was going on, but both were also still too lost in their exhaustion. So, it just happened. And they held each other tighter as the minutes passed and the dreams took over once again. Because they both needed it. To hold and to be held. To feel the pressure of another person and the heartbeat on their skin. And all the loneliness in their bones melting away with each other’s touch as if they’d never been alone in the first place.

The only thing that could ever separate them was the knock on her door at nine a.m. Everything was a little fuzzy at first before she blinked a few times and realized that what she’d been using as a pillow wasn’t exactly stuffed with cotton and lined in silk. With a gasp, she pulled away from him abruptly. Ceasing all contact. Not because she wanted to necessarily, but because she would rather Harry not find out she was all over him like she had just been.

“Oh my god,” she whispered quietly in disbelief, mentally punching herself in the face for what she’d just woken up to.

But her embarrassment only skyrocketed when she dragged her eyes up his neck to his chin, then his nose and finally saw him staring right back at her with furrowed brows like he was just as confused as she was. When he glanced at the door is when she moved to do something about it.

Quickly, she pulled the covers off of herself and opened her door only the smallest amount possible. Just enough to peak her head out, but not enough for Will to see Harry in her bed. Where she’d just been sleeping right next to him. Or... right on top of him, as it seemed.

“Did Harry go home last night?”

With absolutely no plan to go along with her lie, she still figured it was the better option than to admit to Will she’d been in the same bed as Harry. That she’d been all fucking over him for who knows how long.

“Um, yeah. After you fell asleep.”

From behind her, Harry quietly smacked his hands over his face and fell back dramatically into her fluffy pillows.

“Oh, ok. Vi won’t come out of her room, but I’m going to go get breakfast from Jade’s. You want anything?”

“No, I’m alright, thanks.” Her words fused together in a flash, just trying to get the least amount of information out as quickly as possible so she didn't accidentally say something suspicious.

She shut the door on him with a smile before Will could even offer her a pastry from their most loved local cafe. Once that was dealt with, and she had a moment to gather her thoughts as she stared at her door, she slowly turned around to face Harry.

Her cheeks were probably bright red and full of embarrassment seeing him there amongst her sheets; as if once she had turned around he wouldn’t actually be there, like maybe she’d dreamt the whole thing.

But no.

He was there. And he was very real. And very much looking at her like they were both insane.

“I’m sorry,” they said it at the exact same time, cutting each other off from saying anything else.

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, um...” Harry started once he found an opportunity to speak again, but he didn’t exactly know what he was apologizing for. He wasn’t sorry for how they’d ended up. He had the best four and a half hours of sleep he’d ever had.

“I shouldn’t have been like... all on you like that.” She averted her eyes when she spoke, not able to look him straight on and admit it. And she knew she was only apologizing because she felt embarrassed and like she had to. She felt like she’d invaded Harry’s space and took advantage of him.

“You don’t have to apologize.”

She just shrugged. Nothing he said at this point could make her feel any less horrible about it. And even so, some part deep down inside of her, when she finally looked at him again, wanted to get right back into that spot with him for another few hours.

It just felt... right. And even though she couldn’t remember what she dreamed about, she knew it wasn’t her usual nightmare. She had felt safe and secure, and not so alone anymore, sleeping beside him like that and she felt stupid knowing it would never happen again.

“I should get going then. Before Will comes back and realizes I didn’t actually leave.” Harry let out an exasperated laugh as he began getting up, sitting himself on the edge of her bed with his back facing her as he stretched. The fabric of his shirt tugged along his muscles as he flexed them awake, and she grew far too overwhelmed thinking about the fact that those fucking arms of his had been around her for the better half of the morning. She could still feel him holding onto her and his grip at her side.

She needed a very cold shower and some fresh air.