#she looks a tad weird in that first one but aye what can you do

[basilacademia]

I have NO idea if I'll come back to either of these, so take these Willow's from today!

[celeste-clearwater-06]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please write something about how the Fellowship (+ Thorin?) Would help a s/o who's Disabled and Chronically ill. Like she has a lot of symptoms like chronic pain, chronic fatigue, difficulty sleeping, difficulty breathing at times, difficulty walking at times, higher sensitivity to the cold, difficulty talking at times, and anxiety, depression and executive dysfunction?

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, namely my Autism, Anxiety, Sleep Apnea, a really bad Overbite, Raynaud's Syndrome, Asthma, etc, so I'd really appreciate an Imagine like this. I have a really weird disorder where one of my legs is longer than the other, and it's been causing me a lot of pain and difficulty walking lately, and people have been bullying me for it a lot too, so I could really use a Comfort Imagine right now. Thanks so much hun!!

It's no problem! I'm glad I can provide some comfort!! For each character, I'll use a specific struggling area, to make it a bit easier!! I hope I got these accurate enough, and of there are any mistakes, feel free to point them out!! You are strong, beautiful and so, so amazing!! Keep being you!! ❤❤

Help (The Fellowship// Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Aragorn (Autism)

Aragorn has known you for a long time, so helping with your autism is not new for him

He's particularly experienced in reading your emotions and meeting your needs, whether it's helping you out of stressful situations or calming you down, he's there 🥺

If there are large and boisterous gatherings in Rivendell, its almost guaranteed that you can become over-stimulated quickly, and Aragorn immediately senses this (spidey senses õoõ)

He's fast to find your hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance

If that doesn't seem to help, he'll instantly stop what he's doing and take you out of the room

If you're someone who prefers lots of space and little physical contact, he is 100% respectful of this and asks if you'll let him touch or hug you (very much gentleman 😌)

If ever you're confronted by someone of importance, Aragorn is right by your side to ease some of the tension

Sometimes there are things you find difficult to say or get out of your system

The king seems to know exactly what it is and will help you out by saying it or asking you simple questions that you can easily answer

And he always reminds you, no matter WHAT

YOU ARE NOT STUPID 😤😡

You may struggle with some parts of your life, but every day, he's constantly telling you that you're very intelligent and kind

His patience is unending and he'll never let you think down on yourself

Overall, Aragorn is always someone and reminding you that it's all going to be okay ❤❤

Legolas (Anxiety)

Most nights, Legolas keeps watch (since elves don't require much sleep) and notices that you jolt awake out of the random

Now, most of the Fellowship notices that you're usually awake and ready to go before anyone else

But Legolas is really the one to address you first

You were a bit nervous to explain, since you didn't want to worry him or the great of the fellowship, amount the other disadvantages you have

He gently encouraged you, and finally, you explained to him your sleep apnea

Yeah, he was very concerned

I mean, his blue eyes widened with terror when you told him that you could basically die in your sleep if you weren't attentive enough 🙃

Legolas, from now on, sleeps directly next to you, or keeps extra careful watch over you at night

Because he could NEVER see his precious mortal friend become injured... Or worse 🥺🥺❤

The other members had noticed a change in his behaviors towards you as well...

Gimli teased him whenever he caught Legolas giving you some extra lembas bread or offered to carry you 👉👈

You really tried to assure Legolas that it wasn't a big deal when you were awake, since you're aware of your breathing situation

But still 😤

Legolas will always bring you comfort and take great care of you, and that will NEVER CHANGE

Because he loves you very much ❤🦋

Frodo (Anxiety)

Frodo is familiar with the feeling of great anxiety, seeing he had a stress-free life while living in the Shire and suddenly was forced to carry a piece of jewelry all the way to giant ass volcano

It's easy for you two to comfort each other and seek refuge in thoughts and feelings ❤

He's not super comfortable with the thought of you having a panic attack though...

Only because he's never had one

It starts to give him a panic attack whenever you have one around him the first time 😳-

Any time you begin to breathe heavy or hyperventilate, halfling boy is hot at your heels, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe gently

(So many hugs, if you're up for it)

After you calm down, he's constantly checking on you, asking if you need anything etc.

Really, he just wants to know if he can help 🥺

And even with the weight and stress of carrying the ring, Frodo manages to cheer you up somehow

Samwise (Asthma)

Sam has never had to deal with asthma once in his life

He's very nervous when the subject is brought, afraid it might trigger something inside of you 🥺👉👈

But you just chuckle, assure him that it's alright, and you have ways of keeping it under control

And now, he wants to know everything about it, just to have the awareness in case something happens

Sam just wants to protect you forever, and this was a great way for him to start

He constantly reminds Aragorn that you'll need breathing breaks and will convince Gandalf to let you ride on his horse

He'll scold Pip and Merry if they are trying to drag you around and be silly, because as he says

"You'll rouse him/her/them up! We can't have Y/N gettin injured!" 🤨😠

Sam is MOM

As always, he's very kind and always makes sure your needs are met ❤🥺

Pippin and Merry (Raynaud's Syndrome)

Very confused halfings 🤔

Also extremely concerned!

You were eating one of the lesser pleasurable nights

It was cold and rainy, and a fire couldn't be started, not to mention the quiet arguments of Aragorn and Gandalf in the nearby woods

And Pip's eyes widened when he saw the tips of your petite fingers begin to pale upon hearing Aragorn mention Orcs

"What's wrong with your hands?!" He squeaked, pointing towards your now white-colored fingertips

You hadn't even noticed, nor felt, considering they were numb anyways

Merry looked over his cousin's shoulder and his eyes also widened, not with fright, but wonder

They were both fascinated with your condition, convinced that you were casting some spell Gandalf showed you

Although you reassured them it was just an extremely frustrating inconvenience that you had, among other things

So from then on, the disastrobus duo did their best to keep you out of the cold (and stressful situations!!)

As a distraction, the pair will tell you great stories of the shire, doing little dances and skits that always cheer you up 🥴

Sometimes, they can be a little rambunctious though...

Merry will pick up on this fact quickly, and nudge Pippin to get him to calm down

Even though it may not feel the best

They find your syndrome absolutely fascinating!! 🤔🤔

All in all, these two are always up for keeping your beautiful smile on your face and your spirits high!! ❤🌺

Boromir (Depression)

Throughout the journey, Boromir has always found an easy way to make you smile

After all, he himself has a fascinating way of brightening anyone's spirits

Yours included ❤

Boromir may not have great stories from The Shire, like Pip and Merry, but he sure has a lot of positive things to say

He'll often suggest sparring with the two troublemaking halflings, just so you can see him goof up and get knocked over 🥺

If the nights become cold and weary, he'll give you a warm hug or a nudge on the shoulder

And a few words of helpful encouragement along the lines of;

"Don't fret Y/N. You have more strength than you'll ever know."

"Let our spirits never dampen! We've come this far!" 😊

He's also an incredible listener

Boromir wants to hear what you have to say if you ever need to rant or get something off of your chest

And don't think for a second that he would ever judge you 😤

Son of Gondor sees past all of your insecurities and knows you for your beautiful, amazing self ❤❤

Gimli (Walking disadvantages)

As you travel across great plains and mountains, your limp doesn't go unnoticed by Gimli

It may take him a while to open up about it, since he's afraid he might offend you in some way

And once he asks you, you inform him that it's a difficulty that unfortunately cannot be changed any time soon

And where you come from, lots of people tease and bully you about it

He did NOT handle it well 😳

"wHAT BLUBBERING DULL-MINDED PIGNUTS-" 🤬

Although this Dwarf is short and a bit slow at times

He's fascinatingly strong 😳

And so, he makes it his duty to be your designated carrier 🥺

At first, your a tad skeptical...

I mean, he's only around 4 feet tall...

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM THROW THAT HUGE AX AROUND?!

Gimli will happily carry you great distances when you need a break, and even longer

(Sometimes it's just to show off around the others-)

"Gimli, are you sure you don't want a break?"

"Aye lass! The strength of Dwarves is unending!" 😌

*struggling to breathe*

11/10, fantastic dwarf, will never let you down!!

Thorin (Executive Dysfunction)

Another Dwarf??

Absolutely

Thorin himself has trouble keeping composure with his time management (and sense of direction 🙄)

This means that he'll have an undying amount of patience for you and you only

There's just something about you that he fond of, and it fills in that little sassy, brooding place in his heart

Can also relate to you whenever you grow frustrated at the setback of your journey or lack of sleep

Is 100% willing to help you find your lost belongings (and once again, ONLY YOU)

Thorin will literally make the whole traveling party stop so that you can put something in your bag and make sure that you put it somewhere you'll remember

Always happy to give you extra gentle reminders of keeping your pack closed

The company is utterly SHOCKED with how he treats you

I mean, this man has always been extremely stubborn and hard headed

But when you show up, it's another person he can easily relate and share frustrations with

Also a master at organization?!? 🤔

The one thing he could do successfully was organizing the damn journey and traveling company, so ofc he's gonna be good at that 😂

Yeah, Thorin definitely has a soft spot for you

King under the mountain will never run out of patience and kindness for you 😌💙

Sorry these took so long!! I hope you like them!! ❤❤

[dinuhsoar]

ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs

Summary: You were invited to play a game of Among Us with Sean and the rest of the Crew. You've never played before, but went against that fact and joined. While people join, you meet and talk to Corpse: and the viewers ship you from what they see and hear. You also have a little brother who wins the boys hearts.

Pairing: Corpse x fem!reader

Warnings: prolly spelling errors, shit writing

Author's note: First imagine on anyone! Please be kind and nice. I also am sorry if I got Corpse wrong, I have never heard of him until a month ago, and I'm not really all that obessed with him (no hate). I enjoy reading the cute imagines between him and the reader, and so that's why I'm writing one about him. I'll write for Corpse, John B. and JJ (outerbanks), Peter Parker, Thor, (Daddy <3) Tony Stark, (and pretty much the main avengers), oh, and I'll also write for Roman Reigns (because he's my Daddy too). I also don't mention everyone he plays with, but mention Sean a l o t. I'm not familiar with his, "crew." Anywho, enjoy!

Gif credit: @leahberman @velvetmotel

You looked down at your nails, biting your lip gently. Sean invited you, and with pleading moans and groans, you decided to join. You didn't know what to do or what did what, so you just stood in the lobby: you weren't moving.

"Y/n, go change your character's colour!" Said Sean, talking into his microphone.

"How? I don't know how to play." Your voice was soft as it held embarrassment. You knew Sean's stream was blowing up at this point.

"I can tell you," came a deep voice. Holy- who in the world was that?

"Aye, Corpse! Guy's welcome Corpse."

You heard the group of men laugh and shower him with greetings: you were still trying to figure out who Corpse was.

"Ayo, Y/n? You gonna greet God himself or what?"

At this you laughed softly to, whispering a sorry on your end. "Sorry," you said a bit louder, "Welcome to the game, Corpse."

You sucked in a breath, crossing your legs in your chair, nervous of the game and how it was suppised to go down.

"Hello, Y/n. Still need help on changing the colour, I see. You need to go to the computer. Then you can select whatever colour and you can also pick a hat."

"Ah, thank you, Corpse." You walked over, hearing mumbling through the other end of the mic. "Sorry if I'm making this weird, Sean." You laughed lightly, opening the computer to select your colour.

"No, no. It's not you, Y/n. Just reading what the stream says: gotta kick these haters, ya know?" Said Sean. You looked down at your lap, frowning.

"Right," you breathed out, looking back at the screen. "Um, why can't I chose black?"

"Because Corpse-" Felix started, only to get cut off by Corpse.

"Here, I can be purple. Just get it as fast as possible or else someone will take it." Ethan started laughing at Corpse as you did as told.

"Wanna give her your last name too, Corpse?" Boomed Ethan. At this you were confused and lost. You were quiet on your end.

"Guys!" Boomed Sean, "Stop messing with Y/n: she's new to this game. Don't stress her out and make things awkward."

"Thanks, Sean. But I don't mind it, really."

"So you don't mind if you have Corpses' last name?"

"What?! No! I wasn't implying-"

"Felix, leave her alone." This time, Corpse spoke.

"Just messin' man."

"We ready to start?" You asked, voice a bit shaky.

After the game started, the boys relaxed a tad bit, laughing and tossing heads back. You were quiet, but when you spoke your voice was soft and dull, all in which caused Corpse to scream into the mic to tell everyone to quiet down for. The people on the stream were going crazy, you could tell. You just ignored everyone on the stream: you never could read, watch, and play at the same time. But the tables started turning. When you were imposter for the first time that night, you were confused. You followed Corpse, Felix, and Ethan. But they were boring. So you found Sean and he was secluded. You killed him and jumped out of your chair, squealing. "Ha! I killed you Sean!" You screamed, not noticing how your mic was still on. The boys laughed, but when it came to voting, you were voted out, despite denying and denying, and denying. You pouted and didn't move when you were a ghost. Grumbling as the game went on, talking negative about the game: even denying you weren't the imposter even when the ejection said so. You were mad. Sean grumbled back, fighting against you in only whispers. The game ended, then you were back in the lobby.

"Good first game," Felix and Ethan said.

"You're dumb and mean," teased Sean.

"I'm sorry, Sean. E-everyone else was in a group a-and I just went for it." You said into the mic, stumbling over your words.

"That was perfect, Y/n. At least you knew not to attack a group. Stick with me next round, and I'll show you more tips." Corpse said, grinning as a notification went off on his phone. "Ethan!" He boomed.

"Just sayin' bro."

Not questioning it, you laughed into the mic for no reason. No one questioned it, however.

"So, Y/n? Howcome you've never played this game before?" You looked on your screen, heading to the computer, looking at the array of colours.

"I didn't have an interest in it. Corpse, you can have black back, it's kind of boring." You changed to blue, then purple when it was open and Corpse has secured black.

The game started and you confirmed being partners with Corpse. "Where are we going first?" You asked.

"Follow me."

You both walked into reactor, you walking up to that number order task. "Um, what do I do?"

"Click the numbers in order."

Thanking him you did so, telling him to follow you this time. You went into lower engine, only to be killed by Corpse. You screamed into your hand.

"Um, guys, I'm gonna be afk for a moment, gonna get water-" You started, only to get cut off by your baby brother crying. "And I'll need to put him to sleep."

"Is that your baby, Y/n?" Asked Felix.

"She's married, sorry Corpse?" Said Ethan, questioning his statement.

"Guys, that's her little brother, calm down. And she's not dating nor married to anyone." Sean rushed to stay. But you were gone at this point.

"Guys, Y/n was killed!" Corpse said. And thus let the voting begin.

You looked at your baby brother, grinning as you changed his diaper and gave him his bottle. You left to get water, only to hear more crying. Placing the glass by the computer, you told them another minute.

"One more second, guys. Sorry, he's still crying." The game ended then, and you were back in the lobby.

"Send us a picture of him, Y/n!"

You rolled your eyes at Sean, laughing. "Alright, chill. Someone send Corpse my number, so I can send him it as well."

"Corpse, my man, look at the stream messages for gods sake!"

Corpse grinned at Felix, telling him to shut up before he looked at the stream and laughed, "guys, calm down. Y/n is a friend, nothing more."

You came back with your baby brother in your arms, him suckling on the bottle. "Imma have to play with him. If I leave, he cries." You sent everyone a picture, and they all showed the photo to their screens. Except for Corpse that is.

"You know what your character is missing, Y/n?" Asked Corpse after a minute.

"What's that?"

"A flower."

"And why's that?"

"Because you need to stand out amongst these idiots."

Laughing, you included a flower, also changing your colour to white. "You know what your character is missing, Corpse?"

"What's that?"

"A crown."

"And why's that?"

"Because you're my king."

You simply laughed, enjoying the slight teasing on the man. The stream blew up and to this you took notice. Corpse laughed louder than ever as well.

Oh my gosh

Ship. It.

Ew, Y/n

You laughed a bit more, looking down at your brother as he nearly started to cry.

"Oh, come here," you said with a giggle, "sorry to scare you, little bubba. Shh, now. How about you play for me, yeah?"

The boys were confused for a moment, before they awed. However, Corpses' deep voice scared him. "Shut up, Corpse, he just flinched."

[youwontlikethisblog]

I Don't Believe He Desires Me

Before I continue I want you to know I will be talking a lot more about Betty in this post and there will be a brief mention of r*** in this post.

I keep mentioning how Betty is more than just an insecure girl, that she's more complex than that but I don't really explain it all too well.

I've been lingering with this thought for quit a while now and though this is something that is mentioned in future episodes and I try not to bring such far away episodes into the breakdown of the current episode I feel like it's important to do so in this post.

Betty's first time.

We're still in the same day as Betty with her new look. Aura Maria and Betty are sitting outside talking and Aura Maria is asking her if she desires her boyfriend and Betty explains that their relationship is more than just seggs but an intelectual relationship where they talk about thought provoking subjects and things that stimulate their brains.

Betty has mentioned in the past when she's writing in her diary that she is really attracted to Armando in a physical sense but I noticed a hesitation from her when talking about this with Aura Maria and isn't only because she's not used to talking about this but for another reason because its while Aura Maria tells her that she might be weird if she doesn't even desire him to a small level or that he might be gay that Betty confesses that she is attracted to and that she does desire him. Betty isn't that uncomfortable talking about the subject with Aura Maria so why does she hesitate?

Her first relationship in the romantic aspect was traumatic on it's own however in the physical sense it was more than traumatic.

Betty thought of herself so hideous before Miguel that she thought no man would ever be interested in her until he came along. He really did force Betty to have feelings for him. He courted her, her sought her out and he manipulated her through small gifts and cards with poems and dedications that soon Betty started to develop feelings for him. Once he had her in love he plain out pressure her to have seggs.

Though we are only told the general story of it we can understand why it was painful.

See Betty in love has always been unconditional, she has been sweet, kind, loving, and faithful. She has been unwavering in loyalty. She wasn't any less of that in her relationship with Miguel. The same way she is right now with Armando and his gifts is the same way she was with Miguel. Miguel's attention built her self-esteem, it built her self-worth.

Miguel manipulated Betty's innocence's and her low self-esteem to serve his own agenda without ever feeling anything, not even empathy, towards Betty. He made her feel special, desired, wanted, and attractive to him. He worked so hard to build her self-esteem just to pressure her to sleep with him so he could win a bet.

How does this affect Betty to this day?

I once mentioned that to Betty this translated that she was so heinous that not even her love convinced Miguel to love her.

Diving in deep it translated to something so much worse.

[This is your warning to skip to the next [RED].]

Her first time must've felt like r**e in the after math. I've thought about this for so long that it's the only way I could ever explain it.

For Betty that first experience has left her feeling like no man would ever be attracted to her in a physical sense, that no man would ever be attracted to her because of her personality. That she is so disgusting, so worthless that no man would ever notice her and the one who did was horrified by her body and felt a disdain towards her as he had seggsual relations with her. She was left bare, naked, and destroyed and the entire neighborhood laughed at her expense. They spoke badly of her for what Miguel did to her. She herself said that he "Suggested" that they have relations and though at fist she didn't want to that she decided to because she loved him and she gave all of herself to him that first time.

Her first time is enveloped in guilt, shame, embarrassment, and self-hatred that it causes her to not aspire for more in the relationship she is currently in. To keep herself safe and away from harm she doesn't want to believe that Armando would ever be attracted to her in anyway other than admiration for her intelligence and she doesn't want to feel guilty or like she forced(r**p) him.

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She doesn't aspire for Armando to be attracted to her in that sense. She doesn't aspire for Armando to desire her or want to sleep with her. She's content with the kisses, with the dates where they dance and have intelectual conversations. Though she does desire him, she doesn't aspire for him to feel the same way. In an effort to self preserve her subconscious pushes her to only view Armando as a man who isn't seggsually driven, however Betty is fully aware that he is and she denies this fact for the sake of her heart.

She knows that he is, she says it herself that night at the museum but this time Betty says that she doesn't want to pressure him to do something he doesn't want to(like desire her or have relations with her, again this goes in hand with the idea that she has that she is so hideous no man would ever be attracted to her enough to desire her and that if they ever did have relations with her it would be forced.)

While Betty and Aura Maria are having this conversation in another part of the city Armando and Mario are having the same conversation(huh I just realized both of these side kicks are named Maria, except well Mario is the male version... and they're talking about the same thing, interesting...).

Armando, scared, asks Mario if he really believes that Betty would jump his bones of those days, to which Mario says that Betty is crazy for him so he does.

In the previous post(Betty's New Look) I mentioned how these episodes are to push Armando to accept to some degree Betty's physical appearance and his attraction to her(even if it's based on personality it is still attraction) and that he also had to confront his inner self that he's Betty's boyfriend.

In this scene he not only has accepted this but he also accepts that he has a relationship with her as he tells Calderon that the relationship he has with Betty is based on more intelectual stuff.

Mario then goes on to say than what's the point of having a lover if all he's gonna with her is have cerebral conversations, that the point is to have as much s. relations and for it to be good.

Armando proceeds to say that that's why he has Marcela and that's the only thing that keeps them together.

Back to Aura Maria and Betty:

"Betty remember, nothing about cerebral relationships or intellectual or anything like that. A relationship is maintained by appearances, you keep it with the bed involved, mija, otherwise someone more experience comes along and takes him and you end up like the fool."

"No Aura Maria, truth be told, I think he admires me for who I am, for my knowledge, for my career but I don't think... I don't believe he desires me." she looks at her embarrassed and sadden.

"Ay Betty, be careful, because of that guy doesn't manifest himself seggsually break up with him, mija, break up because there's only two reasons. One he's gay or you don't inspire him at all." Betty looks off, worried and confused her self.

This is why Betty starts acting so...heavy in the next couple of dates because she's testing him to see if he does desire her, if he does want to be with her, if he is attracted to her because she knows! She is fully aware of how seggsual the man is.

Back to Mario and Armando.

Mario has now told him that s. is the best way to compliment a woman because it means you desire her however Armando tells him something.

"I don't desire her, I am not crazy about, especially now with that new look.(can't understand what he says at the end)"

When Mario and him talk about plastic surgery. He does entertain the idea but dismisses it when he says that Marcela wouldn't allow that as well as tell us that Marcela is so controlling that she checks his bank records. Personally, I don't care how many people think that Betty would agree to get that plastic surgery if Armando told her to, she wouldn't. She said it herself in previous episodes that she doesn't believe in plastic surgery and that true love goes beyond what is skin deep. She said so in the first episode and when Bertha was talking about getting lipo. She said that with her self-esteem being non-existing and having no ego and her ego has grown just a tad bit since starting that relationship with Armando.

Even in this same episode when Aura Maria tells her to get plastic surgery Betty tells her that she won't because that's for women who like to get attention, that she is more discreet. One could argue that for love Betty would do anything, but even for love she didn't go all out on her new look because though Betty is unconditional one cannot fight the subconscious nature of our brain and the desire to maintain itself safe so even if Armando did agree to the plastic surgery and told Betty about it she wouldn't go ahead because her issues are far beyond just skin deep and she knows that.

In the next scene Betty is faced with AA's picture on Armando's desk and we hear Betty remembering what Armando said about AA. As she stares at this picture Daniel walks into the office and clears his throat.

"How are you, Sir?" Betty hurried to stand by her office.

"Worried, displeased, surprised. You and I ma'am agreed that as soon as money came into the company that you'd deposite what was mine to my account and in my account there's nothing."

"Yes I understand, Sir. I'm embarrassed with you but we had to pay roster but by first hour tomorrow we'll deposite your money." Betty proceeds to smile. "You've got my word, Sir."

Daniel proceeds to look her up and down and tell her "Is your word as serious as your look." and her proud smile disappears. "'cause that attire, that hairdo, more than an assistant to presidency, you look like an circus assistant." Betty stares at him hurt.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes I know Armando is a clown and that this entire company is just clownery but that doesn't mean that you should be dressed like one. You have to have a little discretion."

Betty here tries to stand up for herself and tells him "Excuse me Sir but you're offending me."

"No the one that's offending here is you." and Armando is seen walking towards his office, through the open double doors we see him stop on his tracks and look at Betty. "What were you thinking? When you got dressed in that clothing? What went through your head when you were doing your hair? Did you think you looked devine?" Armando now looks at the back of the head of Daniel like a bullseye. "No ma'am you look worse, so much worse."

"Sir please, respect me. You're treading on something personal."

"Tsk tsk tsk. I'm butting into the imagine of my company. Do us the favor to come like a normal person. Are you convinced that because you have a boyfriend(Armando for a second unfocused and turned to look at Betty and then focuses again on Daniel and his anger) you can do what you want and finish with peoples retina? Please, pity humanity."

"Daniel Valencia." Armando prepares to yell at him furiously. "Get the hell out of my office! Now."

"Hello Armando." Daniel turns to him.

"Hello nothing! Get out of my office now! and stop disrespecting my assistant."

"The one who is disrespecting everything here is her. She is disrespecting aesthetics, the company, the retina. Someone with such an important title. Someone who practically manages the company under the incapability of her president. Someone who has under her command a company that designs style, fad, and color can't be dressed like that."

"What? Did you not understand me Daniel Valencia? Get out! Now!" Armando grabs him by the caller of his blazer and they spin(honestly this reminds me of valet lmbo).

"Sir, please."

"Out!"

"Be very careful. I am not one of your clowns. Don't you ever place your hands over me again."

"Oh no?"

"Much less push me."

"You didn't like that Danielito? You didn't like that?" He moves to grab him again but Betty goes to hold him back. "What then? What then!" He yells.

"Sir, please." Betty pleas.

"Get out!"

"I understand that you defend the economist but her bad taste?"

This retaliates in him understand that Armando in the past defended Betty's job in Eco Moda and that he was aware that she is smart but for him to defend her on something so personal, he doesn't.(You're blind, Danny boy).

"No then, Tarzan and cheetah(someone explain this to me... why cheetah? Tarzan killed it.)."

Now lets bring the previous post and this one to a concluding halt with the following break down.

After watching this exact scene so many times I feel confident in my understanding of what we are being shown and told here.

In this exact day, when Betty wasn't around, Armando showed to be upset and furious at Marcela, Patty, and Hugo for their jokes about Betty's new look and the jokes they were making about her boyfriend. Since Betty wasn't around we can conclude that it wasn't projecting or him faking it because he didn't have to prove anything to her right there since she wasn't even there.

Now in this scene Betty's eyes are always on Daniel, never drifting or shifting between Daniel and Armando but focused solely on Daniel and what he is saying. You can tell she's upset, hurt, feeling humiliated but even then she respectfully tries to stand up for herself. Since Betty hasn't taken notice of Armando in the background and Armando isn't even paying attention to Betty but solely focused on Daniel we can asume he isn't doing this for show but in fact feels furious at Daniel exclusively for the way he is talking to Betty.

For a moment though he does look away from Daniel and that's when he mentions that Betty has a boyfriend like all of a sudden he's been hit with the ole "Betty has a boyfriend?" and then realization comes "Right. I'm her boyfriend." and he returns to focus on Daniel. Why is that the thought I decided was in Armando's mind at the time? Because he blinks repeatedly and looks confused for a second before no longer being confused. It's either that or he wondered if Betty told him about the boyfriend or how he found out but decides not to care and only focus on his anger.

Armando up to this point has always been very composed towards Daniel, never shy to to show his dislike and even hatred towards him, however he's never been close to throwing hands. Even when he yelled at him to mind his business(RagTela telling betty they'd give her a commission of 10% if she got them the business deal with Eco Moda and Danny Boy went and snitched on her.) he did so because he was mad that he wouldn't let him do anything in the company without spying on him and he wanted to be left alone but he didn't even make a move to throw hands, he just yelled. This time, just like that night before, Armando is ready to throw hands.

Why does he do this with everyone else except Mario? With Mario, though he says that he doesn't like Betty's new look, that he doesn't have the imagination to sleep with her, and that she's ugly, he doesn't really talk make fun of her. He complains(this doesn't make it okay) but he doesn't say the really cruel things that Mario does and he says really bad things about Betty, like naming a list of all her physical flaws and not once does Armando stop him. He doesn't even tell him to shut up or look angry like in the past. This time he looks concerned, worried, and pained.

While yes he does hate that people devalue and disrespect Betty he doesn't have the balls to actually defend her to Mario and that plays such a huge role. It also shows that Armando is still very much in denial and ignorance towards his attraction to Betty.

Betty is visibly hurt here. She tries not to frown while Daniel says all these awful things to her and even then tries to be respectful while she defends herself. She don't need no man.

When Daniel leaves Armando takes notice of Betty's arms around him, holding him back and though he looks panicked for a second he rolls his eyes and turns to comfort her(see he's forced to place Betty's needs before his own).

"Easy Betty. I just don't like it when people mess with you, for them to bother your or make fun of you." He gently passes the back of his hand against Betty's face in an affectionate way(which he's been doing a lot more as their dates progress 😏).

"Don't worry, Sir, because he's right." Betty turns around and walks to her office while Armando disagrees. When Betty shuts the door to her office Armando stays in his and turns to look at the opposite direction, sits on his desk, and looks thoughtful.

Like I mentioned in the last post; Armando is being forced to accept Betty's appearance and not only because of what Mario told him but because he has witnesses everyone making fun of her while he is now having stronger feelings towards Betty.

This is such an important thing for him to achieve, not only because of his feelings but because this literally is what moves him to be more accepting of said feelings because you really do start to see Armando become more attentive to Betty. He becomes more affectionate, little by little like touching her face a lot more frequent(if I were Betty I'd tell him to keep his hands off my face because acne, like hello?) wanting to kiss her and not pulling away right away.

At the ending this all comes full circle. These episodes are critical to what happens on the B-Day episodes and Armando's reaction for not knowing it was her B-Day.

BONUS:

When Armando enters her office and tells her to not listen to Daniel Betty tells him that it wouldn't hurt her if was all just speculation but she thinks he's right about her new look. Armando lies and tells her her new look is great and she looks devine.

"Really Sir?" Betty looks at him, "Because It for you, only for you. So you could see me differently." She says timidly and laughs softly. Armando's entire expression softens and a smile creeps on his face while he stares at Betty.

He's happy to know that Betty would do something only to make him happy, which again, shows that Betty is the first person to ever truly love Armando while the same thing could be said that Armando is the first person to truly ever love Betty.

Though Armando is lying straight outta his...teeth this is different under context because he's not lying to keep Betty in an affair that means he gets to prove he's better than Nicolas and that Nicolas won't take away his company which is a disguise for his fear that he'll take Betty(though he is worried about Eco Moda too except it's not really his main priority). This time Armando is lying to her to not destroy her self-esteem. In his mind what he is doing is telling her a white lie while also convincing her to go back to her old look. Yes he's lying here but at least it isn't all based on selfish things.

Imma be real with ya, it really concerns me how they NEVER shut the doors in his office whenever they're having "romantic" moments in the office, like yeah son no one is going to walk in there and overhear y'all talking about love and ish.

Anyway again, I need sleep.

'Til next time :)

[sailtoafarawayland]

Entwined: Family Outtakes Ch. 3

Summary: A little bit of Wish Captain Cobra bonding from early on in the Entwined universe. 

Rating: G

AO3 - FF

Chapter Three: An Unexpected Emergency

Henry lunged forward, nearly leaving his seat on the couch as he slammed the joystick home and button mashed to gain the last kill of the round, letting out a whoop of victory. He scrolled through the stats while his friends went for another bag of chips, pausing when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Pulling it free and glancing at the screen, he saw the house number pop up under his mom's name. That was weird – as far as he knew she was at work with Killian, and Hook didn't typically call him. He frowned, immediately worried. They did live in Storybrooke after all, and even though things had been peaceful since the Black Fairy, there was always that lingering worry that any day the other shoe would drop.

“Hello?” he asked, raising the phone to his ear and moving from the couch to the window, pushing aside the curtain and glancing down the quiet street to make sure there were no signs of strange colored clouds billowing.

“I'm glad you answered, lad,” Hook's voice came through the speaker, his discomfort clear in the heavy exhale that followed. “I've a bit of an emergency at the house.”

“Have you called Mom?” Henry was already moving back through the living room, motioning to his friends that he had to head out as he grabbed his bag and shoved his feet into his sneakers. “Are you okay?”

“Perhaps emergency was a tad overzealous, but I – I didn't want to disturb your mother or Killian at work. Is there any chance you could stop back in?”

“I'm already on my way,” Henry reassured, wondering what could have gotten his...well, not his dad, and maybe not quite his stepdad yet, but Hook had certainly slipped easily into a space above 'his mom's boyfriend', and Henry knew one day he'd care for him the same way he did Killian, the man who had become a father figure to him. “Can you tell me what happened? This isn't like a curse thing or something, right? Because if it is, we should really – ”

“Not unless you consider this bloody machine accursed,” Hook spat on the other end of the line, several more curses that Henry was pretty sure his mom would not appreciate him hearing following alongside the sound of something clanging against metal.

“I'll be home in five minutes, okay?”

“Aye,” Hook sighed, “You've my thanks, lad.

Henry nodded and smiled even though Hook couldn't see him.

“Just try to keep everything in one piece until I get there. See you in five.”

/

Henry took the steps to the front door two at a time, the handle leaping out of his reach as Hook yanked it open, the muscle in his jaw ticking wildly as he ran his hand through his hair.

That was what made Henry notice the bubbles – clumps of frothy bubbles clinging to Hook's ear and streaks of them dissipating along the edges of his jaw and between the strands of his hair.

“The bloody washer box is possessed,” Hook growled, stepping back and letting Henry inside to shoulder his bag onto the floor, his eyes widening as he took in the steady stream of suds pouring out of the laundry room and into the hallway. “I thought I'd help with some of the laundering, and I've seen your mother do it often enough – put them in the front, pour the lye into the box, push the buttons, and then they come out clean.”

“Yeah,” Henry hesitated, stepping gingerly across the damp floor and peeking around the corner into the laundry room. “I guess you could say that's about how it works...how much soap did you use?”

“Your mother just pours it in, so I did the same – and all seemed to be going well until I came back down to this. I've pushed every button on the bloody thing, but it won't stop.”

The lights across the top of the washer were a steady blue, the drum still churning out an ungodly amount of suds that bubbled and fell from around the door seal, making their way across the floor. Stepping carefully, the tile slick beneath his sneakers, Henry made his way to the machine and held the power button, hoping that would solve the issue, but the washer ignored him, all of the lights staying stubbornly lit.

“I guess we'll have to unplug it,” he grimaced, glad that the cord was at least accessible above the unit.

“Unplug it?” Hook questioned, standing in the doorway, the bottom of his jeans damp from wading through the bubbles.

“Yeah,” Henry, muttered, heaving himself out of the water and entirely on top of the machine, making sure his sneakers weren't touching anything wet. “You might want to back up, so you're not in the water – and just, don't touch anything with your hook, okay?”

“Aye, that sounds simple enough,” Hook agreed, glad to be relieved of the burden modern technology presented. He backed across the hall and dropped to the bench seat, hook in his lap.  

Henry carefully gripped the edge of the large plug and – after a tense moment of quiet prayer that he wouldn't get shocked – the rhythmic shushing of the machine came to a sudden halt, the bubbles crackling meekly from around the door as it stopped agitating.

“Well done, lad!” Hook called, getting up from his seat and peering into the laundry room, his hand running wearily through his hair and dislodging a few more bubbles. “I was beginning to think not even magic could have ceased its destruction.”

“No magic here,” Henry smiled, waving the gray cord in his hand. “Machines don't work in this world without being plugged in – this thing's kind of like its heart, so when you take it out, it – ”

Henry stopped as Hook's smile faltered and disappeared, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, gaze dropping to the floor and fingers tightening against his palm.

“Hook, I'm sorry,” he rushed, dropping the plug to the top of the washer and sliding back to his feet, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. It wasn't as if he didn't know Killian's history, and he knew that Hook shared almost all of it – including the thing that had cost him his hand and turned him into a revenge-obsessed pirate for hundreds of years. “I shouldn't have...that was stupid, I – ”

“It's quite alright, m'boy,” Hook sighed, the tension slipping away from him as quickly as Henry's words had brought it on. “I've lost many things in my life,” he said, stepping forward and clapping Henry on the shoulder, “but I've gained much as well.”

He couldn't help but smile at the weight of Hook's hand and the way the sadness in his eyes was tempered by  joy – it was the same look he'd seen so many times in his own mom's eyes, and Killian's as well.

“We're gonna find her, I know it,” he promised, lips tightening with determination. “My mom won't stop until we figure out how to fix your heart, and neither will Killian – it's kind of what our family does, we always find each other – and we've never let a curse stop us before. We are going to get her back.”

“I hope so – I think you'd love Alice. She has an imagination just as big as yours, and a love for books as well, though you'll have to explain the – what are they again, video games?”

“Yup, and I bet she'll love them too. I can't wait to meet her.”

Hook nodded, stepping back into the hall and surveying the mess around their feet once more.

“Well, I suppose I should see to cleaning this up, and you're free to return to your day off, lad – I can't thank you enough. Learning everything there is to know of this realm, it's not been easy, and I hate to be a burden.”

“You're not, you should have seen Killian and...well, a lot of other people too when they first got here. Maybe next time just, use less soap – like way less soap.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Hook saluted, eyes narrowing as he stared down the washing machine. “I certainly never imagined I would lose a battle with the bloody washing box. I think perhaps I'll leave the laundering to either Killian or your mother in the future.”

“At least the floors will be clean,” Henry shrugged, grinning as he headed back toward the front door, Hook's dry chuckle following him as he picked up his bag and headed back out. “I'm gonna check in with Regina, but I'll be back for dinner...it's not fish, right?”

“I think by the time I'm finished righting this mess, it's likely to be pizza.”

“Perfect!” Henry called back, shutting the door and skipping down the steps.

There were no curses clouding the horizon, no Leroy running down the street screaming, no Black Fairy plotting to tear apart his family – life was good. It was better than good, and even though they'd yet to find a solution to Hook's cursed heart, Henry knew it wouldn't be long – he just believed.

END

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[reefartandwriting]

Sleepover (Inspired Oneshot)

When Luz had first asked her to sleepover, Amity had declined, saying her parents would never allow it. But later that day Amity had come back with a flushed face, asking if the offer was still available. Luz’s face lit up as it often did in excitement, and she pulled the fellow witch into a tight hug.

Luz didn’t even ask why or how Amity changed her mind, she was so happy to be able to hang out with the girl she didn’t care. Unbeknownst to her, Edric and Emira had found out and covered for their dear baby sister to go “Hang out” with her new “Friend”.

The rest of the school day wasn’t too eventful, Amity forced herself to focus on her assignments so she didn’t have to think about how hard it would be to stay calm in the presence of her crush. Luz however, was openly very excited, telling Willow and Gus about all her plans for the evening, allowed time for a mini Azura book club, some board games she had taken from the weekly human trash day, and a lineup of hilarious videos she picked out just for Amity.

“The last time and only time I ever really had a sleepover was the night of the moonlight conjuring! and I mean obviously that was fun, but it wasn’t as much of a sleepover as I expected.” Luz went on, crossing her arms loosely and smiling.

“Yeah, too bad we couldn’t come tonight…” Willow muttered, feigning disappointment. “All that sounds super fun too.” She likely could have came, but when she had heard Amity was able to go, she decided maybe the green haired WItchling and the clueless human could benefit from spending the time alone. Since Grom, hearing about their dance, and how Amity had acted since, she had guessed they liked each other.

“Aww, Willow…” Luz said with a smile, “...don’t worry, We will have a full owl house gang sleepover soon. I just gotta find out when Eda would be okay with it again.” She turned her attention back up to the teacher, while Willow turned back to Gus with a wink.

The poor illusionist was down, accepting of Willow’s plan, but still saddened he wouldn’t get to learn more about humans. Willow felt bad for making him miss out, but she couldn’t watch her two friends continue to dance around each other like they had been doing without losing her own mind. She offered the younger boy a comforting pat on the back.

The minute the bell rang, Luz was off, spinning around while running to wave goodbye to her friends, bumping into another student, then disappearing out the door and down the hallway. Willow just rolled her eyes with a smile.

Amity had debated on whether to wait for Luz, or to go home to pack a quick set of clothes for the next day. While debating however, Luz came bolting out the front doors of Hexside and skidded to a stop at her side, startling her into dropping one of her books.

“Oh gosh, sorry Amity!” The human apologized, quickly picking up and dusting off the book. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just excited.”

Amity blushed, offering a small smile. “m-me too.” She took the book back, breathing deeply to calm herself. “I’ll have to just meet you back at the Owl House in a bit, I need to go home for a minute first.” SHe looked back up, concerned. “If that’s okay? Do humans have any rules about that?”

“not really?” Luz shrugged. “I can walk you that way, if you want. At least for a little. I know it’s probably not the best idea to get too close, in case your parents see you with me.”

“yeah…I think it would be better if I just walked alone.” the witch said sadly. “I’m sorry I have to kinda hide our friendship… at least, yknow, from them.”

Luz just smiled, making Amity’s heart speed up. “Don’t worry about it. I know you just want to make sure we get to stay friends. I’ll see you soon?” Luz turned just a bit, toward the Owl house.

“y-yeah.” Amity stuttered, mentally kicking herself for not being able to speak normally. “It shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

“Coolio!” she said with pep, starting to walk away, offering a cute little wave as she went. Amity watched for a moment before turning, covering part of her face with one of her hands in embarrassment. 

“This is gonna be rough…” She murmured, as she started her walk home. Thankfully, she arrived quickly and escaped with only a tad of sibling teasing, shutting a door in their face as mild punishment. The walk to the Owl House was quiet and Amity was grateful, taking the time to psych herself up and calm herself down. 

She emerged from some trees and there it was, hooty visible and poking at the ground for some reason that Amity didn’t really care to ask about. She walked up calmly, Hooty perking up.

“Amity! HOOT!”

“I’m here to see Luz, Bird tube.” she said flatly, getting uncomfortable even just looking at him.

“Aye aye! hooty hoot!” he opened the door, and she walked through, grateful to be done with him till the next morning. She turned to see Luz on the couch with King, drawing something with her tongue sticking out in concentration. Immediately her only thought was how cute it was. 

Luz didn’t notice her for another second, looking up and brightening up again, leaving the art to walk over and pull her once again, into a hug. She wondered if she would ever get used to Luz’s touchy nature. She never minded, but the heat that rose in her face every time was something she hoped would fade.

The human pulled back, keeping her arms on her shoulders. “The walk okay? I mean- sorry, uh… that sounded weird. I meant like, the trip over here, walking…” She flushed, laughing at herself nervously. “...Nevermind it was a stupid question.”

“Its okay…” Amity chuckled back, smiling. “...what’s the plan?”

“I am SOOO glad you asked!” Luz answered, sweeping to the side it a goofily grande gesture. “Upstairs, we shall begin tonight’s activity’s!”

Amity laughed again, walking towards the stairs with Luz following close behind. “I just remembered I never came up here last time I was here... “

“Oh it’s nothing super secret or interesting. Me and Eda’s rooms are up here, and further up is just kinda... “ She stepped ahead, waving her hands. “...Magicaaaaal storage!”

Luz over took her on the stairs, silently leading her towards the balcony, where a handful of board games sat out, ready to be played. Amity tilted her head, and Luz turned to gesture at them.

“Some of the pieces are missing, so I improvised, but they're still playable. I even made a tiny Azura and Hecate, if you want to play one of them!” Luz looked excitedly back to meet Amity’s eyes, waiting silently for a response.

Again, the witch found herself flushing red. Did Luz mean to be this cute all the time? Of course not, she was just a stupid adorable human, Not aware of her effects on the poor green haired girl. “Thats really… sweet, Luz,” She managed after a minute. “ I’d love to learn how to even play. Is it complicated?” she glanced at the busy looking board.

“Oh no, it just looks that way. Here come sit, I’ll explain the basics and then anything I miss I’ll explain as we go.” She plopped down on the opposite side of the board from where Amity stood, waiting for her to sit. 

A few hours later, they had managed to play two of the board games a couple times, and Amity had even won! though, she couldn’t be sure if Luz went easy on her that round to let her win. Which, either way, made her feel great. Her nervousness had faded, and while they played they discussed Azura. After a 7th or 8th round, Luz led her back by her hand to her bedroom, showing off some of her stuff that Amity hadn’t cared to look at when she came here the day of Grom.

They then ended up side by side leaning against the trunk holding Luz’s clothes, watching stupid videos that made the little witch laugh until she was crying, Luz smiling goofily everytime she did. It made her so happy to see the girl laughing and smiling and crying happily to stupid videos. A familiar gut feeling emerged after AMity doubled over laughing at a child running into a door, But the the human immediately pushed it down. Amity sat back up chuckling and the two met eyes, turning away collectively with blushes on their faces.

Luz was the first to speak, scooting forward and standing up. "It's getting a little late, give me a sec and I'll go get you a pillow and blanket." She walked out of the room, and Amity looked around the room again, trying to distract herself. She saw Luz's notebook for spells, the one she had during the Convention when they officially met. Next to it were prepped sticker spells like the one she used at Grom. A few Azura books layed lazily on top of each other not too far from that.

Luz came back in, plopping a soft looking blanket and a pillow down right next to her own sleeping mat. Amity almost asked why they were so close, but just watched Luz arrange it loosely into a decent sleeping place before plopping down and smiling. 

The witch got up to take the few steps, pausing for a second and making a decision she wasn't even really sure about. But they were both tired. Maybe the memory would fade. She took a breath and looked away as she crouched, on her way to laying down. "Hey, Luz…"

"Yeah?" She replied, finally laid down and facing Amity.

"Have you ever thought about kissing a girl?" Her voice went a bit quieter, as if she was afraid of saying it for anyone to hear. She layed down, mirroring Luz's position and meeting her eyes.

The human girl froze, and for one of the first times ever, Amity saw her tanned skin flush into a full reddish blush. The pause made her nervous, waiting for Luz to answer, her mind racing silently through what she could say. 

After another moment she smiled goofily but with a hint of nervousness to it. "Well, I am now." She breathed out a bit heavier than usual, almost a Huff of laughter.

Amity was quick to feel her face heat up. Of all her split second expected answers, that was not one of them. Oh god-

"Amity?" Her friend said, worried. She scooted closer, taking Amity's hands and looking concerned. "Are you okay?"

Her brain scrambled to find an excuse for her face, chuckling a bit as she did. "What, me? I'm fine! It was a dumb question-" it was fast. Luz was so close she felt like she was malfunctioning. That this nervous energy would consume her, maybe even kill her. This girl is gonna kill her by being this close. Another split second after that she felt she had to defend the fact she asked the question, and went off. "I mean- who likes y- girls, d-definitely not Amity Bligh-"

Luz had listened, a mixture of worried and confused, but feeling the same feeling in her gut from before. Is that what she was feeling? She wanted to kiss Amity? The rambling could go on, or she could… she didn't think much about it, grabbing Amity's face gently but firmly, and planting a kiss on her lips. For just a moment she stayed, then moved back, Amity freezing up. 

Somehow her face managed to get redder, and Luz laughed at how cute it was. "Was that okay?" The witch continued to struggle to form a word, sputtering and freezing, blinking quickly while looking back at her. "Amity?"

Her heartbeat had never been more audible, and her brain was officially fried. Luz had kissed her. Her first kiss was with Luz. She was asking if it was okay. Form words, say yes, say something. But she just sputtered, and after a moment more she groaned, covering her face and shrinking up to try and hide her embarassment. This girl-

"I'm… I shouldn't have, Amity, I'm sorry… I just thought- and feelings-" Luz muttered out, trying to justify it, or make Amity feel better. Did she just screw everything up?

Amity shook her head, peeking and then moving quickly to pull the stupid human closer, hiding her face in her chest instead of her own hands. It was sort of relieving to know that her heart wasn't the only one beating fast, and she finally managed to speak. "N-no don't… I just- I really… uhm…" she breathed in and out one more time. 

"I-i liked it…"

Inspired by a 11 part comic by @nullehero on Instagram they make great art 👌😗

[toxiccaptain]

Bully OC Meme

[template by @video-space ]

Name: Jackson Bianchi

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Clique: Greasers

Personality: loyal, genuine, good-natured, hardworking

Weapons/fighting style of choice: brick / pocket knife

[Dialogue]

Greetings:

-Aye man, what’s up.

-How’s it going dude?

-Hey.

-Oh hey there

-Hello ma’am

-Hello sir

-What’s up

-Heya

-How is it?

Saying Goodbye:

-I gotta go, see ya

-Bye dude.

-See ya later

-Ah, I must go.

-I’ll catch you later

Chasing:

-I’ll catch up eventually!

-You can’t run forever!

-Get back here coward!

-Running won’t save your face from my fist!

-A game a chase, fun!

-You can run, but you can’t hide!

-I’ll hunt you down!

-Where do you think you’re going!?

Out of breath:

-Maybe,, smoking isn’t ,,the way to go

-Damnit dude,, I feel out of shape

-I,, could’ve swore this was easier,,

-Guess,,I gotta lay off the smokes,,

-Holy hell,,

-I’ll get you,, later

-I’m getting too worked up on a shrimp

-Maybe if I wasn’t in this jacket I’d get you

-I shouldn’t be outta breath this quickly

Walking around talking to themselves:

-Maybe if the prefects weren’t around, I could’ve done more damage to the kid.

-I wonder what peanut thinks of me.

-The Harringtons will get what they deserve, eventually.

-Wonder if the greasers enjoy my upgrades.

-I need to buy more parts, or steal them.

-I need to sharpen my knife.

-Johnny needs to leave that tramp Lola, she has nothing to herself.

-Lola shouldn’t call herself a cheap slut if she even opens her legs for Hopkins.

-Maybe being rich has its perks, but that shouldn’t be known.

-Those stupid preps make me wanna light their stupid house up.

-Everything is boring, why can’t there be more blood.

-This school should get new parts for the cars.

-Gotta upgrade my ride.

-Peanut is a charming dude, wonder is he thinks the same with me.

-Gotta visit dad soon.

-Stupid prefects, always have to ruin the fun.”

-If crabblesnitch really cared for security then why’d he get a bunch of kids to do it.

-Id choke him out if I got the chance.

-I’ll break their face if they got near him.

-If I picked up peanut, would he be mad?

-I forget Larry doesn’t like the nickname peanut, but I think it’s cute.

-I enjoy being around girls but I like peanut more.

-Vance is kinda cute, is that too gay to say?

-I surround myself with guys that are good looking, and I’m not complaining.

-If johnny likes guys, I’d take him off lolas hands

-Being tall sucks sometimes, but it’s fun to pick people up.

-The girls in this school aren’t that half bad looking

-Beatrice isn’t that ugly, I wonder what everyone sees

Conversing:

-Did you hear about the new kid? Thinks he’s the toughest kid here.

-Smith is someone to stay away from, he really can piss people off.

-Heard burton flirts with the girls, surprised that bastard isn’t in prison.

-Poor Galloway man, all he wants to do is drink.

-Something’s going on between crabblsnitch and Danvers, and it’s weird.

-Danvers doesn’t like me, which makes it harder to get away with some things.

-Did you hear about the jocks? How they like to play with their balls, hate to be in their position

-This school is filled with nothing but morons. No offense

-Ms.phillips likes to be friendly with me, should I be weirded out?

-The prefects in this place suck.

Conversation responses:

-Damn man

-Yeah dude, I hear ya

-That sucks man

-I feel you man, but stuff happens.

-All we gotta do is let it slide for now.

-Once we get out of here, maybe things won’t be as bad.

-Wouldn’t doubt it dude.

-You said it man.

Complaining:

-ah man, everything stinks in the dorm

-dude, what the hell is up with everyone, you either love em or hate em

-hate that I can’t have what I want around here

-what does Lola have that gets so much attention, Shes so fake

-I’m attractive and smart, why are the idiots getting the good stuff

-can’t have fun, I bring up how much I love seeing dead animals and all of a sudden they think I’m mental

Unknown/cut dialogue:

-they can’t put me on meds, I’m not mental.

-at least I’m not the one taking medication

- do you get lost in the color red too?

-ever wanted to hear how a bone sounds when it breaks?

-I was invited to a party by tad himself, I think it’s a setup but I kinda wanna risk it and go

-keep barking at me and I’ll bite your head off

-people like to test the waters, only to regret it soon after

-I’m not gay but I’d totally make out with him

Starting fights with cliques:

[bullies]

-cmon you hardheaded punk, let’s go

-you’re gonna get a beat down

-let’s see how much blood comes out your skull

-you’re too weak to push me around loser

[preps]

-c’mon rich kid, can’t buy your way outta this one

-put your money where your mouth is preppy

-I’ll dirty your damn vest with your blue blood punk

-might have money but I’m sure you can’t fight

[nerds]

-your glasses are gonna need a repair when I’m done with you

-you supposedly know it all, let’s see how true that is

-you nerds can’t handle the heat

-you’ll get more than a wedgie when I’m done with you

[jocks]

- cmon meatheads, let’s see how much you can handle from a real challenge

-you idiots are really asking for it

-you’re not tough, you’re just all talk

-your helmet won’t save you from that you got coming to you

[townies]

- you guys aren’t even smart enough to stay in school

-why you even trying? You got nothing to your name!

-you think you scare me? I got a knife with your name on it idiots

-you act more like animals than people, no wonder you’re away from the school

-I’ll call the pound on you losers

Requesting an errand:

-hey hopkins, you got a minute?

-yo jimmy, I’ll give you a 20 if you get me something

-aye, dude help me real quick, I’ll pay

-do me a solid and I’ll give you cash back for it

-Help me out, I’ll give something in return, I swear

Friendly comments:

-hey there dude, how are things holding up for ya?

-it’s good to see you’re doing well

-you look good today

-you’re a cool dude, I enjoy talking to you

-looking sharp Hopkins

Unfriendly comments:

-who let the rat out of its cage.

-smells like someone left the trash out

-best keep it moving or else we’ll have problems new kid.

-does it hurt moron?

-guessing they had no room with the freaks for ya

-you gonna cry loser?

[Extra]

Demanding Flowers:

-would be nice if you showed some interest

-words can only go so far

-you gonna give me something for memory?

-a gift would be nice

After receiving flowers:

-look at you, prepared and such

-awe, for me? Aren’t you a sweet thing

-how cute, making me feel all special

-you’re very charming

Before kissing:

-wanna see how far it’ll go?

-Ya know, I can give something else back if you’d like

-I’d like to see if you’re as sweet as you seem

-you expecting something in return?

Post-kissing:

-not bad for someone of your standards

-This doesn’t make us anything

-Sweep me off my feet why don’t you

-can tell this isn’t your first rodeo

-you got guts for doing that

-I won’t lie, I enjoyed that

[i have no friends so I ain’t tagging anyone]

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Ate Lani, can I please have a valentines day ficlet with steeb? 💗

My name is Samantha, I literally don’t really care if I’m called any variation of this name (sam, sammy)

She/her

Physical traits: short, petite, long black hair that’s straight ish with a bit of a wave, brown eyes.

I’m on the quieter side and am definitely a introvert and a tad bit shy. I’m one hell of a smart mouth though and always have something to say and am lowkey down to fight at all times skskks

I also have a pretty cold emotional exterior. I bottle a lot of things up and shrug off affection sometimes even though i need it 98% of the time 🥺 I have a resting bitch face so that doesn’t help at all sksksk

No particular likes or dislikes, you get free creative reign!!

I’m a sucker for domesticity and nomad steve so i guess that’s a prompt?? Like i said, you get free creative reign!

Thank you so much for doing this! No rush, no worries, take all the time you need 💗✨

((here you go my lovely ading sammy @honeyloverogers!))

Your giggles echoed through your apartment. You stood over the stove with a container filled with pancake batter. Standing above you, bearded chin resting on your head, was Steve, watching as you wrote his initials backwards with the pancake batter.

“So you let that sit for a little to cook for a little bit and then,” you pause to form a heart around his initials and you fill the heart up with the batter, “so when you flip it over, it’s your initials in a heart!” you wait a few minutes and then use the spatula to flip the pancake over. Staring up at him was a heart with his initials in the middle, “See!”

Steve gave a low chuckle and kisses your messy black hair, “That’s cute, babygirl. Lemme give it a try.” he takes the container from you and you move to the side, watching as Steve makes a smiley face. You laugh moments later when he flips it over and the smiley face looks a little weird. 

“It’s okay, babe. It’s tough the first few times. But you’ll get the hang of it.” You reach up and pat his cheek and he smiles softly at you.

“Alright, gorgeous, I’ll do the rest of these. You cut up the fruit and work on the eggs. Sound good?”

You salute and exclaim, “Aye, aye, captain!” He rolls his eyes at you and gives your ass a light slap as you walk away. You go to your phone, tapping onto the playlist you made for Steve and let the music play throughout the kitchen. 

You’re swaying and humming to Ella Fitzgerald’s voice as you’re slicing some strawberries and you yelp when you’re spun around to face Steve. He swiftly removes the knife from your hand and sets it onto the counter. His hand replaces the knife and his other rests on your waist. 

You two both sway to the music while Steve looks into your brown eyes and you look into his blue ones. For a moment, you completely forget that Steve is a wanted fugitive. You forget that you only get him for another day and he’s off back into the world, saving it from behind the scenes. 

As if knowing exactly what you’re thinking, Steve whispers, “Just forget about all of that, Sammy.”

“But-”

“No buts. Just-It’s just you and me right now, okay? Just a guy with the girl he loves, celebrating Valentine’s Day. Okay?”

You sigh and nod your head, “Okay, Stevie.”

You two continue to sway to the music until you catch a whiff of something, “STEVE THE PANCAKES!”

[writing-wolf]

Swan Song [C.D.]

Summary: You can’t escape love.

Words: 2,225. What a beautiful number. Also written as 1,000 x (89/40), for my fellow maths kids.

Warning(s): None. Gender-neutral protagonist (heads-up, not a warning).

Like every other year, the bustling Hogwarts Express is full of life and running children. You don’t look forward to patrolling for the second time since you’ve been appointed Ravenclaw Prefect, but at least you still have the Prefects’ compartment all to yourself. For now. 

The first person to join you, to your dismay, is your senior Prefect, Marcus Turner (you don’t hate him, you just prefer the company of a good book over that of a subtly pompous seventh year). Luckily, he respects as much of your personal space as one can in a cramped compartment, and sits close to the sliding door. What he doesn’t do, however, is stay silent. More than I had hoped for, I suppose. 

“How were your summer holidays, Clarke?” he asks. 

“Fine. Yours?”

“Magnificent. Vivianne came over, you know, she’s from Beauxbatons, so I couldn’t see her during school. We ended up camping in a tent in Wales. Those new tents they’re selling, they’ve got built-in Extension Charms. Very modern,” Marcus beams.

“Right, extraordinary,” you mutter, not looking up from your parchment. Marcus shuffles around in his seat, not sure what else to talk about. You do feel a bit guilty, but you just don’t know what to say.

“The others might already be patrolling, we should also head out,” he says after a couple of minutes. You nod, rolling up the piece of parchment and cleaning your quill with a quick Household Charm.

You step out of the compartment just as Cedric does. You meet his eyes and quickly look away, the blood rushing to your face. You haven’t spoken to him ever since last year’s accidental (but not so accidental) snog on the Astronomy Tower. 

Footsteps echo as someone walks up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. You’d be alert, but you’re too tired and just a tad too stoned to care. Still, you’re filled with dread at the possibility of a teacher seeing you like this. 

Cedric appears in the doorway, surprised at the presence of another student, let alone another prefect, at his little escape spot. You glance at him for a while, staring at his young, handsome face. Neither one of you speaks. Cedric doesn’t know whether to dash or to take a seat beside you on the floor. 

“Are you going to keep standing there like a deer in headlights, Ced?” you chuckle, blowing another puff of smoke into the cold air. Cedric smiles, clumsily rushing to sit next to you. He’s too close for comfort, too comfortable to you. 

“What would your juniors think if they saw their prefect smoking a blunt?”

“Beats me. And technically, I’m still on duty.” you half-heartedly grin with tired eyes.

He grins back. “What? Patrolling the Astronomy Tower?” 

“Guarding everyone from the big, bad stars,” you mumble absentmindedly, taking another drag, “Wan’ a hit?” 

He declines, jokes about being a good example for others.

“Aye, it’s clear that I’m not one, then.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Cedric sighs.

“I get it though. No one wants a prim, perfect prefect that smokes on the Astronomy Tower at night because they can’t sleep. It’s harmless, by the way. Or at least, it’s not tobacco.” You run a hand through your hair, sides shaved short in an act of subtle rebellion. Against who, you don’t know. Maybe against yourself.

“I know. You’re not...you’re a good person. A good prefect.”

“Calling the kettle black, are we? You know, you’re annoyingly perfect.”

“I’m not. I’m here, aren’t I? Breaking rules like a true gangster,” he laughs. You snort, shooting a quick glance at him. You fall into a comfortable silence, slowly inching closer to each other, until your legs are tangled together and your head rests in the crook of his neck. He’s just keeping you warm, you tell yourself. It’s cold, and you’ve stubbed the joint out onto the stones.

“I want to escape, you know?” You break the silence, your groggy voice making the words seem all the more real. You don’t know why you’re telling Cedric Diggory this, of all people. He’s not even your best friend. Maybe it’s the night that removes all restrictions. Maybe it’s the night that makes you want to kiss him. 

Cedric feels it, feels the way things are different now, will always be different. So he tilts your head towards him, swipes his thumb over your cheek, and whispers: “Then do.”

Your kiss isn’t needy or desperate; it’s lazy and familiar, like everything that’s happening just feels right. His lips are cold, yet still impeccably soft, and you shudder when they move against yours. 

You break the kiss, after what feels like too long to not catch feelings. “I...I should go,” you stammer. 

Cedric looks up at you, eyes filled with worry and perhaps shock as well. “I’ll see you around. Goodnight,” you whisper at the doorway to the stairs, and smile at him. Neither one of you was going to have a good night that night.

Trying to avoid someone isn’t all that easy when you’re stuck patrolling a train with them. Luckily, every House’s prefects stick together. You turn to the left to patrol that side of the train, but Cedric grabs your elbow before you can. He pulls you closer to him. You look at your feet to avoid having to look at his face. 

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Look, I don’t-” you mutter, uncertain of what to say. Someone pulls Cedric away, another prefect with their arm around his shoulder.

“Can we talk about this? Later?” he asks. You nod, nearly invisibly, and he turns away. You bite your lip before following the other Ravenclaw prefects. 

You don’t see Cedric a lot for another three weeks, and if you do, you make sure not to make eye-contact with him. Because you’re not sure what he’ll say, nor are you sure what you want him to say. You’ve come to like him, ever since the kiss. Or at least, that’s when you realised how much you’d grown to like the Hufflepuff prefect. Maybe you’ve always liked him, ever since he shot you a smile during your first Potions class in Third Year. Maybe he’s liked you since that moment too.

“Clarke and Diggory.” Professor Snape’s voice rings in the Potions Dungeon. You’re only paying him half a mind. A young, brown haired boy walks towards your desk, his robes a little too short to accommodate the fast rate at which he’s growing (you only notice because you have a bad habit of staring at your feet).

“Hi partner. I’m Cedric Diggory,” he announces, quickly sticking out his hand for you to shake. 

“Introductions are for after class, Mr. Diggory, how ever important you feel like you are. Four points from Hufflepuff.” As Snape drawls on, Cedric grins sheepishly at you, and for a moment, you think your heart just skipped a beat. 

You become his ‘friend’ quickly after you two become partners.You don’t really know what a friend is. You know how to be kind, how to smile and how to converse with others, but you don’t know the criteria for being a friend. While Cedric doesn’t necessarily mind the attention he gets as he’s steadily growing taller and more handsome, you prefer quiet spots, practicing silly charms in the shade (you’ve kept yourself entertained by testing a charm that lifts quill ink and drawings right off the paper in one piece) and sleeping on the moving staircase (you always end up in your own bed the next morning, somehow...). As a result, the two of you don’t really hang out all that often. You don’t know his other friends, or what his favourite sandwich is. You don’t know whether he prefers Chocolate Frogs over Pumpkin Pasties, you don’t know what he orders when he goes to The Three Broomsticks, or what kind of jokes he tells in a crowd. 

You do, however, know which books he likes to read, which questions keep him up at night. You know that he’ll hum the tune to ‘This is The Night’ by The Weird Sisters when he’s distracted, and that he likes it when you ruffle his hair. You wonder what that makes you. 

There is always a time for confrontation. On the third Tuesday since you last spoke to Cedric in the train, he finds you to the Astronomy Tower. You’re absentmindedly staring at the sky, where the sun is slowly setting and painting the sky in warm hues as a dramatic way to say goodbye. Cedric huffs out a laugh when he sees you, sitting on the ground of the unoccupied Astronomy Tower with a ragged, old scarf.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he says. 

“Do you ever wonder why the sun looks so beautiful when it leaves? I read this muggle thing, by some philosopher. He says swans sing the most beautiful melodies when they’re about to die,” you ask him, scrunching your nose a little as you turn your head to face him. Cedric chuckles, before moving to sit next to you. Your shoulders are touching, and you wonder whether it’s your imagination, but you feel warm.

“Maybe it doesn’t want to be forgotten.”

You finally look at him. “Maybe,” you mutter, “Or maybe it rejoices in its escape from the world.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, watching the sky darken. Cedric decides to break the silence first. “Look...I really wanted to talk to you about, about that kiss.”

“Why? Do you regret it?” you ask, your normally nonchalant voice growing anxious. 

“I...No. Do you? You’re avoiding me.”

“I don’t know whether it should happen again, Cedric. You and I...we’re different. People like you shouldn’t be together with people like me.” You pull on a loose thread of your scarf. 

Cedric’s voice gets a little louder, a little firmer when he asks the next question. “What’s so different about us?”

“Everything. You have friends, a social life. You should be with someone like that. Someone who can give you a clear answer, who can laugh at your jokes and hang out with your friends. There’s nothing you can get out of this, there’s nothing you could gain from somebody so imperfect.”

Cedric laughs humorlessly. “Why do you always put a gap between us? Don’t put me on a pedestal like this. You know, I hate it when you do this,” he mutters. 

“It’s the truth,” you state.

“Then I don’t think you know me. I’m not perfect. I don’t understand why you always say I am,” he huffs, frustration growing into hopelessness. 

“Because you are, to me, to others.”

“I’m just human. Don’t rob me of this, this trust. You know I can only unwind when I’m with you. I’ve told you how much I value you. Please don’t do that to me, don’t look at me as if I’m unreachable,” Cedric grabs your hand, squeezing it as if he’s desperate to hold on, “I don’t want to lose us,” he whimpers.

You bow your head in shame, tears welling up. “Why would you want me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he quips. You sniffle, chuckling through your tears.

You breathe out, blowing a misty cloud into the sunset. “I’m afraid you’ll get tired of me. That one day, when I think you love me like I love you, when I think I’m standing high and dry on the dunes, a wave will wash me away...Just because I wanted to be close to you,” you look at him, your eyes red and your sight blurry, “I hate feeling so insecure around you.”

“The feeling’s mutual. Don’t you think I hate seeing you look away when our eyes meet, like I’ve done something to make you afraid of me. I regret kissing you every day, not because I didn’t want to, but because it made you look at me like that...because I’d rather never kiss you than feel the loneliness of my shaking heart.” Cedric sniffles.

“I-” you hesitate.

“Didn’t think it’d be like that? Thought the feeling was one-sided?” you nod at his words, “What if...What if ignoring me wasn’t your only option, Clarke? What if you could feel more secure in my arms?”

“I don’t know, Cedric,” you mutter. You’re hesitant, stuck in your own inferiority complex, but if what he says is true (and Merlin, do you want it to be true), then you want to take a shot in the dark. Screw carefully calculating every move. You like him. You love him. And you’d never forgive yourself for letting this love go. “...But I want to try.”

Cedric smiles, bringing his lips closer to meet yours. Kissing him feels better than you remember, with his lips ever so soft and a little swollen from biting on them. He’s moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, and you’re holding the back of his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you.

“Are you okay with me?” he asks when you pull back.

“You’re never getting rid of me,” you say, holding back a grin.

“Hey,” he whispers, “I forgot to say something.”

“Hmm?”

“I like you.”

“I like you too. More than you could ever imagine.” He kisses you once more, and you wonder whether any swan song could live up to this moment.

Hello fellas,

I’m back, and I’m apparently writing some stuff for HP now. The philosopher I mentioned was Plato (via Socrates in a dialogue), aaaand yeah. I’ve never written something this dialogue-heavy either, but I did enjoy having something a bit weird and abstract, as opposed to a story with a detailed setting.

Hope you enjoy it, requests are still open. 

Rémy

[writing-without-time]

give me one last kiss while we’re far too young to die.

a drabble about suicide meshed with a superhero blush blush au. trigger warning for attempted suicide.

it's on a night like this i learn i love the city all over again. the loud noises of night traffic echo below me, but when you're this high up they start to fade away. the higher i am, the more the breeze plays with my hair and the lights cloud the horizon line as far as i can see. it's almost calming. sometimes, when you listen to the music loud enough, it starts to feel quiet. in the back of your head, buzzing but never prominent.  sometimes i think that's how everything works in my head. everything will blur into the back of my mind. 

 "ain't ye a bit nervous sittin' on the edge like that?" he asks me as i look up. cursed boy with super powers. now that's something loud screaming in my head. he floats in the air, like a ginger superman if he was a rip off of a certain mobile game i'm tired of spending money on for hourglasses. 

i laugh. "i stopped getting scared a long time ago." i look down at my legs, which hang over the building carelessly. so tall for an apartment building. it's a long drop. he looks worried as he observes the drop as well. 

"...what's kept ye up here?" 

"isn't it funny, you can see the stars so much clearly up here?" i ask him, staring up at the sky. "from the ground they're so blurry. but here...here was the first place i ever saw a constellation." 

 "luv..." he sighs. 

 "y'know, my star sign is a gemini." i ramble. "i remember when people would always call me a two-faced bitch." i laugh. 

"luv." he calls for my attention a tad more sternly as i look back down to him. where his glasses would usually stay is a cheezy super hero mask, colored orange,  only covering the area around his eyes. the breeze sweeps his hair to the side as well as concern laces his eyes. "why're ye up here?" 

i hesitate. "...guilt." i sigh, my eyes turning back to my swinging legs. if only if i were as brave as him. or ichiban. maybe dimitri, or volks. 

"of what?" he asks. i look up at him. do i have to spell it out? my arms hug myself as i struggle to keep eye contact.

"..everything." i sigh. "i don't necessarily think you always had superpowers, lemur ears and a tail. until i was a fucking idiot." he rolls his eyes. 

"ye should be more concerned the zoo had tha' water to give em' to me." he cracks a joke. it's hard to laugh. my hands grasp the edge of the building as i let myself go. 

 "don't you hate this? the powers? the lemur thing?" 

i hesitate. "...me?" 

 he looks sorrowful. "luv.." 

he raises his hand up and i flinch.  he doesn't hit me though, unlike what everything of my past screams. his hand cups my cheek as he guides me to look back up to him. blue eyes reflecting my own watery ones. 

"i couldn't eva' hate ya." 

i laugh, bitterly. "my life feels like a shitty movie. 15% on rotten tomatoes and all." 

"if it was, it wouldn't end like..this." he tells me. he looks sad as my hands grasp the building harder. if i could just.. slip away. 

 i laugh. "ever seen loving vincent?" 

"he didn' kill 'em self." 

"of course you'd know that, ya fuckin nerd." i laugh. 

 "ye can't laugh this away forevea'." he tells me. 

"i can try." 

"won't work." 

i sigh. tears cloud my vision and the lights blur. it's like when you were a kid and you woke up in the back of the car, all the lights huge and blurring like over sized sparkles. but they form in just a way that they outline his form.  my hand grips the edge of the building so hard it hurts and i don't even realize i'm pushing myself off until the building slips from beneath me and i hear him yell my name. and it hurts but i hope he doesn't try. i hope he lets me fall. but i fall into his arms. and it's a second for my vision to start to clear as i look up at him, slowly his face fades into vision as i see his eyes almost crying, brows knitted with fear and sadness. 

"ye gave me a heart attack." he sighs. "why?" 

"are you gonna set me down, or...?" i ask, held close to his body as if i were a bride. 

"no." he says flatly. 

"what am i, louis lane?" i laugh. 

"...can tell ye yer a lot prettier than 'er.”

i laugh, cause i'm not. i suppose i'm not in my eyes. 

that's the thing. perspective is weird. he thinks i'm beautiful. i look in the mirror in the mornings and i see a monstrosity. 

"she's a lot more put together than me." i tell him. 

"tha's okay." he tells me as we glide through the sky, close enough i could almost jump up and feel the storm clouds forming. "noneuv us expect ya ta' be." 

i look down, away from his face. all i can see when i look down is his chest and my own body, held like a fucking pathetic ragdoll in his arms, and it makes me cry more. the problem isn't that he's holding me so close, and radiates warmth and everything i've ever wanted. the problem is i acknowledge here i'm weak and powerless, a loud symphony of nothing. one that grinds and screeches and makes your ears hurt. makes you wish you were dead. 

"yer not weak." he tells me. i know he can't, but i feel like i gave him the power to read minds on accident as well. "yer dealin' wit so much. aye don't blame ye for any of this. none of us do. ye might be the strongest of all of us." 

"you're literally flying with me in your arms." i laugh. 

"an'? yer balancing all o' us and doing everything to keep us happy. ye've forgetten about yerself." he says, holding me close. "yer tha best thing..to ever happen ta' me." 

i'm to busy crying to argue, or fight, or do much else. all i mainly hear is my sobs ring out and the wind as i cling to him as hard as i can, apologizing profusely. he holds me close, and adjusts me so i'm wrapped around his torso as i cry into his shoulder. it's a minute before i feel us touch ground again. most likely on my apartment building again. when i slide off of him, i slide to my knees. he follows suit, admittedly a bit more elegantly than my pathetic collapse to the concrete. 

I sob again trying to find words. "i.. need you." i choke out. "to... to help me." i struggle, breath restrained and lungs fighting against me. he nods silently.

i look up at him. eyes filled with concern and love at the same time. i'm shaking so much it takes me a minute to reach up to him. when i finally do, in a vauge control of my limbs, i slowly take the mask off his face. it's a bit strange to see him without his glasses but i like it.

he pulls me close by the shoulders and hugs me, continuing to let me cry into his chest as he pets my hair. 

"i will, luv." he tells me as it dies down, my sobs quieter and fading, my breathing slowly steadying. 

"th-thank you.." i look up to him, eyes locked for a second split before i grab the collar of his shirt. "can i have a kiss, please?" 

he chuckles. "of course, luv." he smiles, leaning in close with both eyes closed until our lips meet. and for a minute, even a short one, things feel right.

when we pull away, he's silent only for a moment. 

"ye are my everythin'." he mutters.

i smile at him. 

a symphony of everything.

[nadja-chamack16]

Side With The Height

Authors note: lmao I was supposed to post this basically years ago :/ (more like a month ago) but I got so self conscious about it and wasn't going to finish it... so before I regret posting this lol just know I had fun writing and there are probably grammar mistakes. I truly don’t know if this is going to be a chaptered thing but enjoy anyway! If you have any questions please let me know! and if you wanna be tagged for some reason let me know(?)

words: 3861

pairings: Eventual prinxiety, eventual logicality, Platonic demus

summary: Virgil wakes up in washington heights, the place where he's lived as long as he can remember. He goes through his usual day and we see a glimpse into his mind.

warnings: A lot of Spanglish (mix in between Spanish and English) is used, let me know if I missed anything

“ Lights up on Washington Heights”

Up at the break of day ”

Virgil woke up a tad bit late, which mind you was something very rare,  still on time to open the bodega though he was almost always the first one up anyway. Watching the Barrio wake up after he was wide awake and ready to start his day,  it made him feel like he was seeing the world from an outsider perspective but for once being the outsider was something good.

“ I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away ”

He walked towards the bodega, one of the few things he still had from his parents and- Wait is that Remus? wait wait wait- is he about to spray paint the bodega?! His internal monologue was rudely interrupted, He bolted towards Remus, “what are the fuck are you doing?!” Remus wasn't a genius, but he could definitely tell that Virgil was pissed and he decide his best option was to run off to god knows where, he was a little worried that Virgil would run after him, but he still tried to look calm while leaving but was definitely failing miserably.

“ Pop the grate at the crack of dawn ”

Virgil knew how Remus was, he and Dee hung out a lot, (if it were up to Virgil he most definitely would not be, but he can’t monitor Dee all the time) But he never thought Remus would ever dare try to spray paint the bodega! “I guess you can’t trust people” he said under his breath while pulling up the metal grate covering his corner store.

“ Sing while I wipe down the awning

Hey y'all good morning ”

Virgil saw the piraguero, Emile, and had a short conversation with him. “Ice cold piragua. Parcha, china, cherry, strawberry, and just for today I got Mamey!” Emile said, he said it every morning so Virgil had most of it memorized by then and mouthed the words as he said them, “Oye piraguero Como esta? " Virgil asked, he didn't personally like small talk, but there was a few exceptions, “Como siempre señor Virgilio!” Emile winked. Virgil didn't hate his name or anything, his parents gave it to him and it had a story behind it, he just liked its “translation” into English a little better, when he was a kid, a few of his classmates had issues saying his name, and he didn't really like that, so he decided to use the name one of his teachers called him. He entered the store relaxed and involuntarily continued his internal monologue. Virgil enjoyed singing...when he was alone in the bodega...at an ungodly hour... before everyone was awake and bustling through the door, before anyone could judge him really, but deep down he knew nobody here would ever do that, everyone around him either saw him growing up or grew up with him, but anxiety won't stop pestering will it?

“ I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated cause

I emigrated from the single greatest little place in the Caribbean

Dominican-

Republic ”

It didn't matter that Virgil was from this small tropical island in the Caribbean he still probably was the palest person in the barrio, and you couldn't really blame him, he was always working, trying to make ends meet, so he almost never went out, plus he moved to the barrio when he was a child, so he never got to really experience that Dominican heat, and those stunning sun beams crashing over one's skin through the palm trees while feeling the sand as he walked through one of its many beaches- anyway...he’s always lived in the barrio so, it’s not like he doesn’t have his culture with him, since there are other Latinos all around him, but he wants to one day experience all these things and not just day dream about experiencing his country with the only reference of that majestic place being stories Abuela had told him.

“ I love it

Jesus, I'm jealous of it

And beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on I haven't gone back

Goddamn,

I gotta get home then ”

In case you hadn’t noticed, Virgil Loved his country and culture very dearly, and he took pride in it, sometimes when Abuela Carmen told him stories about his home country, he got a weird feeling, He was most definitely grateful that Abuela took her time to tell him in detail all these stories, so he could imagine what living there must be like, but he couldn’t put a finger on what this feeling was, jealousy? Maybe. Longing? Probably. Resentment? Possibly. Desire? Who knows. He wasn’t sure, the only thing he knew for a fact was that this feeling made him wonder what would have happened if his parent just stayed in the sunny bliss that is his country, and having such a thought made him feel guilty so, he tried not to dawn it for too long, and told himself that one day he would have enough money to go and live there for the rest of his days (a few years maybe? No, he wanted this) and experience his country...but he could also come back settle down, help Dee, so he can fend for himself, and maybe start dating, he could always try to ask R-

“ I'm gonna test ya later

I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's Our

Neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up

And ever since the rent's went up

It's gotten mad expensive

But we live with just enough”

He had to cut that train of thought quickly, he couldn't be day dreaming about impossible scenarios when rush hour was coming, and everyone would be awake heading for work and would pass through his bodega and get his world- well barrio famous café con leche, but he had no idea what he would do today since the fridge decided to stop working, and he had started to panic a little, thank god for Abuela because he would have gone into full panic mode if it weren’t for her walking in, “Mijo what's wrong? You look stressed.” she always knew when something was wrong, “Ay, abuela my fridge broke... I got café but no con leche” he tried not to sound too disheartened and worried as not to raise any worry, “try mother’s old recipe, one can of condensed milk!” that was all she had to say, and he was instantly calmer, but it wouldn’t be Abuela if she didn’t end it with “Paciencia Y Fe!” she said it as she exited the store. She may not be his real grandma, but he certainly loved her as if she was his grandmother, hell mother even! She practically raised him for god’s sake!

“ In the heights

I can't survive without café

I serve café

Cuz tonight seems like a million years away!

En Washington—”

Then and there the barrio came alive in a matter of milliseconds and everyone was rushing through the streets, and the cars were honking, and everything lit up as if from a scene in a movie. He liked how he always knew who to expect at what time, it was comforting to have routine, and he guessed other people agreed with him because they were always on time, First up was the Rosario’s, they run the cab company down the street, Even, so they struggle in the barrio, their son Patton is off to college and tuition is ridiculously expensive so, everything they get is mad cheap. Virgil always knew everyone's usual, and the Rosario’s were no exception, “Good Morning virgiiiiiil” Larry’s singsong voice sliced through his thoughts, he automatically started gathering his usual,“Pan caliente, Café con leche” he said as he put the items in the counter, “put twenty dollars on today’s lottery” Larry said with a smile on his face, before Virgil could do anything Dot’s voice came through “ one ticket that’s it!” she said with a stern tone, her eyes still pretty playful, “hey!, a man’s got a dream...” she rolled her eyes and turned to Virgil “don't mind him he's all excited ‘cuz Patton flew in at three am last night” she was smiling warmly while thinking of her son, Larry’s voice caught her attention, and she looked up “don’t look at me, this ones been cooking all week” he said while making a gesture with his thumb in her direction, she rolled her eyes, “Virgil come over for dinner there's plenty to eat!” they took the bag off the counter and left the store.

“ Me and my cousin runnin' just another

Dime-a-dozen

Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god,

It's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said

People come

Through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket,

Just a part of the routine ”

He sees Dee trying to sneak past and obviously failing, “Dante you’re late” Virgil tries to say it in a stern voice, “chillax you know you love me.” Dee smirked and got to work, Virgil couldn't hold back the smile any longer, he just sighed and started warming up for the real rush hour coming, there was going to be multiple people talking to him at once and even if he finally had Dee to help, he knew the both wouldn't be enough, but after years of this being his job, he knows how to handle many people talking to him at once and keep in mind these are Latino people, which meant there was several people talking to him at once but at twice the speed of a normal human conversation, and if they were on a rush make it four times as fast.

“ Everybody's got a job;

Everybody's got a dream

They gossip,

As I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work ”

The last people to come before rush hour were Remy and Valerie work on the salon next door, and as always Remy was telling Val about the new chisme, and Virgil couldn't help but eavesdrop, it was his bodega after all, so he had to have some sort of right to do so, plus it wasn't like he tried to hide the fact that he was listening, if something surprised him it, he wouldn't try to stifle a gasp, but he never got to hear the gossip from the beginning, so he had to try to piece it together and sometime he didn't even get to hear the end, he started preparing their usual orders as he listened, “so, then Yesenia walks in the room” “ah ha” she smells sex, and cheap perfume” “uh oh”, “it smells like one of those reeves that you hang from the rearview” Valerie didn't really add much to the story just her random reactions to show she was listening, “haha no!,” “its true! She screams ‘who's in there with you Julio!’ grabs a bat and quick in me’ door…” Virgil started piecing some things together, they were talking about Yesenia getting cheated on, Julio probably had cheated on her with some gir-” he's in bed with José from the liquor store!” well that was a twist! Virgil couldn't help what he said next, “No me diga!” he and Valerie said it in perfect sync, he hands them their respective coffees, and they both say a simple, “thanks Virgil!”

“ Bust it— I'm like— One dollar, two

Dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine I got it

You want a box of condoms what kind?

That's two quarters Two quarter waters

The New York Times

You need a bag for that?

The tax is added ”

It was finally time, the long awaited rush hour, people were asking him the cost of things, where things were located, he even got some surprising questions, but he couldn't even stop and dawn on it for too long because he had a few people asking him questions, and he didn't want an angry mob of Latinos forming this early in the day, there was a few people here and there that came for only coffee but at this time people usually came to look for stuff that they needed like a few groceries or toiletries but this was for sure the most stressful part of the day, but it wasn't as bad as you might think.

“ Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid

Mathematics automatically

Sellin' maxipads and fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody's stressed, yes,

But they press through the mess

Bounce checks and wonder what's next ”

Virgil was used to this, he had this jump of adrenaline in his day-to-day life, and his need to make everyone complacent as they left his small bodega made him work extra hard, it was almost over though and the only way to truly know it was over was once Logan walked through that door, he and Dante would never tell Logan how happy, and relieved they were any time He walked in through the bodega door, Virgil was relieved when Logan entered the bodega? Yes, but was he happy? Kind of, since Logan and Dee would team up against him to poke fun at him, most of the time it had to do with Virgil’s love life but what can you do? The funniest thing was when Logan would try to beat Virgil to say what he usually got but Virgil was just faster and knew all of it by heart so, he always won, which frustrated Logan which in turn made him feel a little better when Logan and Dee bothered him about his love life, it wasn't something he liked to talk about so in turn he couldn't really argue with them about it, so he just tried to shut them up quickly especially since Roman was always the one to come after Logan, but he was usually distracted with something so even if they were talking about it, he wouldn't notice since Logan and Dante would shut up, and see what Virgil would do, now it was just time to wait for Logan to arrive, so he and Dee would be able to take a break.

“ In the heights I buy my coffee and I go

I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

On only what I need to know

What I need to know—

In the heights Money is tight

But even so—

Even so—

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

En Washington “

The man of the hour walked through the door, Logan saw Virgil and Dante release A breath they were holding, he smirked, Virgil knew what that meant, his challenge for the day, try to beat Virgil to say what he wanted, mission impossible , Logan always tried to throw Virgil off guard with a tease, it never worked. “ you ain't got no skills!” Virgil smiled, this ought to be fun , “Logan!” virgil let logan start saying his order so then he could annoy Logan by interrupting him, “Yo, let me get a-” “milky way” he said as he put it on the counter, “ yeah, let me also get a-”, “daily news” virgil knew he was starting to get on his nerves once saw the way he looked at the paper on the counter, “ and a-” “post” virgil just smirked, logan’s smile was faltering, “And most important, my-” “ Boss’ second coffee, one cream-” LOgan always came for Mr. Rosario’s second coffee, he didn't really drink coffee from what virgil knew, “ five sugars” Logan tried to beat Virgil to saying it but they ended up saying it at the same time, dante just rolled his eyes, he knew Virgil would always win but he still cheered logan on. Once logan inevitably failed he tried to show his skills off to prove one day he might get to outsmart Virgil,“I'm the number one earner”, “what?!”, they both knew it was all in good fun,   “the fastest learner”

“what?!”, but sometimes virgil would irritate Logan and that's how they would end up with Logan teasing Virgil about him liking Roman, ,“my Boss can't keep me on the damn back burner!” “yes he can”  and Dante would be on LOgans team “i'm making moves, i’m making deals, but guess what” “what?” “you still ain't got no skills”, “hardee-har” virgil mocked, “ Yo, Roman Show up yet?” Virgil face was immediately up in flames, “shut up!” “hey little homie, don't get so upset” virgil know what to target on Logan but it was the same viceversa, “man..” he knew he couldn't stop this from happening anyway do he just kind of accepted it, “ Tell Roman how you feel, buy the boy a meal on the real, or you ain't got no skills-”

Logan was interrupted by someone coming in and virgil was thankful for it... until he looked up to see who it was, Roman distractedly talking to the phone so he probably didn't hear any of that (hopefully), “Nooo! No no nooo! No no nooo, no-no-no! Nooo, no-no-no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!” well now virgil was curious to who he was talking to, Roman had always been someone extra and comfortable around everyone in the barrio but to just walk into the bodega while having an apparent important conversation was surprising nonetheless, “Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit, It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet, It’s not reflected in my bank statement, But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent, No, no, I won’t let you down—” Roman made a pause to listen to the person on he other end of the call and Logan took this opportunity  to talk “ Yo, here’s your chance; ask him out right now!” Virgil pushed logan to shut him up because Roman was right there and he could hear him! “ I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!” Roman seemed relieved and a small smile started creeping its way into his face, he still didn't seem fully calm but he looked more at ease.

“Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!” His silent awe towards Roman  was interrupted as logan pushed him towards Roman just as he ended the call, so he had no way of escaping the situation, “Hey!”  “You owe me a bottle of cold champagne”! Virgil had almost forgotten completely about their bet, the first one to get out of the barrio has to get the other champagne, “ Are you moving?” virgil said it almost as if he were disappointed which was a surprise to himself, “Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!” Roman said it with a smile lighting up his face, Virgil noticed he was staring, adn tried to act fast “ Well, your coffee’s on the house”, “okay!” Roman took the coffee and looked down in a shy way with a small smile , virgil had never seen him like that, “Usnavi, ask him out...” he heard Logan whisper shouting at him and he sincerely hoped that Roman hadn’t heard that, “No way!” Virgil heard Dante say to Benny and that comment kind of offended him, “I’ll see you later, so…” Roman said awkwardly and turned to leave the Bodega. “ Oooh... Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!  You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! The whole hood is struggling, times are tight And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!” after that Logan took his things and left the bodega.

“Yeah, I'm a streetlight,

Choking on the heat The world spins around while I'm frozen to my

Seat The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street But

Everyday is different so I'm switchin' up the beat Cuz my parents

Came with nothing They got a little more And sure, we're poor, but yo

At least we got the store And it's all about the legacy they left

With me, it's destiny And one day I'll be on a beach with Sonny

Writing checks                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

to me “

Virgil’s mood dropped as soon as those words came out of Logan’s mouth, he knew Logan didn't mean anything by it but that didn't stop his heart from dropping onto the Floor of his store, this was one of his fears to be stuck with his Bodega and be left behind by everyone else, everyone that cares for him or at least he thinks they- He stopped dead in his tracks, He couldn't be thinking like that, his parents did everything they could before they died to get this corner store and one day he's going to go back to his country just like him(?) and Abuela want  and Dante will have a stable life with the income he will get from the store and  his life will be bliss.

“ In the heights I hang my flag up on display We

Came to work and to live and we got a lot in

Common It reminds me that I came from miles away D

R., P

R., we are not stoppin'

In the heights

Every day, paciencia y fe

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

In the heights I've got today

And today's all we got,

So we cannot stop This is our block In the heights I

Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away! “

Virgil can practically hear people's thoughts and dreams circling through the air but to be honest Virgil didn't really hear them...he felt the electric buzzing that came with the streets of the place he was raised. It was one of the many things he liked about his barrio at a quick glance it isn't much just a little place in New York filled with immigrants that have bigger dreams, bigger than themselves and everyone around them… its as if You cant walk through these streets without bumping into somebody's dream.

“ I Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away!

My family came from miles away— In the heights It gets more expensive

Every day Every day And tonight is so far away—

But as for mañana, mi pana Ya gotta just keep watchin'

You'll see the Late nights You'll taste Beans and rice The syrups and

Shaved ice I ain't gonna Say it twice ”  

They all knew were they came from, the sunniest places a person could ever go to. They all know the situation that is happening in the barrio , how no one is really here to stay, how this is just a stepping stool towards a bigger dream...but they didn't care. They all will know soon enough what is to come but for now…

“ Turn up the stage lights

We're takin' a flight To a couple

Of days In the life of what it's like

En Washington Heights! ”

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@malaya-is-a-hoe​ I did it sis 

[alltheloveflowerh]

70′s Love story

disclaimer: this is something i wrote a long time ago, ive teased it a few times but i never got around finishing it, not sure whether y’all are gonna like it but here it is, at least as much as it was written. 

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The city of Brighton and Hove wasn’t the ideal place to live in the period of 1970’s, but despite everything Y/N made it work. Some parts of the city were threatened with demolition while others were being built, but the level of unemployment in Brighton and Hove was still very high, especially in the central districts. Therefore, Y/N had a bit of a problem at first; because inheriting a pub after her father’s passing wasn’t an option. It’s not that she didn’t want it, but more that she wasn’t fit for that kind of a job, since then an eighteen-year-old, didn’t know much about running a bar where all bikers of Brighton hung out; so her godfather, or the best friend of Y/N’s father, took over the business. That’s why Y/N choose to do art; a little bit of everything – street art, painting, drawing, embroidery – name it, she’s done it. It wasn’t the highest income, but it was enough for a now twenty-year-old to afford the rent and additional costs.

Living with one parent was hard for Y/N, but it was way harder after her father’s passing. When her mother left them, only to remarry some rich snob from London, it was tough on the young girl who was supposed to grow up without a mother, but her dad did everything in his power to make her feel as loved as possible and to make life easier for his little girl. Her father was one of the most respected men in the area; everyone knew him and everyone loved the kind biker who always had his little girl with a mop of curls in his arms. So after his death, Y/N’s godfather Niklaus took the responsibility of further raising her and making sure that the girl grew up to be as wonderful as her father was.

Y/N’s apartment wasn’t too big; it was a small one-bedroom apartment. The main room contained the necessary kitchen equipment, a dining table, and the remaining space could be considered the living room. Her bedroom, however, was much smaller due to the fact that half of it was used to make a bathroom and the other half had a platform bed and several but small bedroom cabinets for different uses. Despite it being a rather small apartment, the rent was still high, therefore when Niall came to Y/N looking for a couch to sleep on, they split the bills and it ended up being affordable for both of them.

Speaking of Niall, he had been Y/N’s best friend for years; he was one of the kindest people with a heart of gold, but he was forced to leave his parent’s house as they did not accept him for who he was, so Y/N was the first who immediately offered him a place to stay and food to eat. And Niall was a great roommate, amazing even; not only did he clean after himself and willingly help with all chores, but he also always assisted Y/N whenever she was choosing what to wear and Niall was damn good at it.

Like her father, who had been a biker living the rocker life for over twenty years, Y/N too became a massive fan of the rock’n’roll music and their style of living. Her wardrobe mostly consisted of denim and leather clothes, with worn-out band t-shirts and worn-out combat boots and converse shoes. Sometimes her appearance could remind one of the hippies, with her bright colours, patterned and floral clothes; but that was rare, it only happened when Niall had enough of seeing Y/N in different shades of black so he would make her wear those clothes.

So when Y/N, a sweet and soft spoken girl who always wore a smile on her face, met Harry who was the exact opposite of her, it was quite unusual. Because Harry was someone you wouldn’t know was nice, unless you met them. He had sullen face; a frown on his face, mean stare – a face that looked mad ninety percent of the time, but inside he was a nice and caring person although he rarely showed it.

Harry was this twenty-two-year-old boy who lived alone in the city of Brighton and Hove. He had been obsessed with motorcycles ever since he was around six years old, and he later on started working as a mechanic at the age of sixteen. At twenty-two, he continued being a mechanic although he only works with motorcycles – that was his forte. With that, Harry had earned himself the respect of fellow bikers who accepted him as one of their own. The older bikes thought of him as their son, while the bikers around his age considered him a brother and a friend.

With that one specific pub where all bikers gathered, Harry too became one of their regulars, famous for his significant leather jacket with a Harley Davidson logo embroidered on the back and Styles embroidered on the left side of the front; as well as his restored motorcycle parked at the front. In the past few months Harry also sang on almost every Friday and Saturday night, after the people in the pub discovered the young man’s talent for singing and songwriting. But that pub wasn’t only important because there he felt the most at home but because that’s where he met Y/N.

The day when they met, started for Y/N off by Niall violently shaking her to wake her up, since she was going to be late for work. As the day went by and Y/N was finishing her work, she planned to visit Nik (who she usually called uncle Nik). Y/N didn’t have a habit of spending too much time in that pub; she only went there at the end of each month when uncle Nik would need her to help him out with the bills and payment since she had the brains for that sort of thing. It was a usual day until she met the unusual boy.

As she walked into the pub, she went straight to the bar where all the papers were laid out for her. Quickly waving at Nik, who was sorting out the back, she sat down on a stool and started doing her thing. It didn’t take her a long time to finish doing the bills, so she put them behind the bar before sitting back down and taking a book out of her backpack. Y/N loved reading, and when she was reading she was so invested in the story that she would forget about her surroundings, which usually ended in someone scaring her, just like then when a certain voice startled her.

‘’What’s a girl like you, doing in a pub like this?’’

‘’Do me a solid and leave, yeah?’’ Y/N looked over at the boy leaning against the bar, looking straight at her with a smug face.

‘’You look a tad too young for this place, we do not approve of underage drinking here.’’ The boy with Styles written on his leather jacket said.

‘’Well, you look like a prick, but you don’t see me complaining.’’ With an annoyed expression and a fake smile she looked straight into his eyes; his pine green eyes with yellow spots. The boy chuckled at her.

‘’It’s a bummer you think of me like that, doll. Only looking out for you, this can be a very dangerous place, especially for a girl like you.’’ Y/N wished she could wipe that annoying smirk off his face. He was cocky, far too cocky for Y/N’s liking.

‘’Listen, Styles’’ her eyes fluttered form his chest where his name was written up to his eyes again, ‘’Blow off, and stop being a jive turkey. I am well over the age limit and I sure as hell can go wherever the hell I want to.’’ If there was anything Y/N hated, it was when men were arrogant especially towards women. Men are pigs – she always thought. So in those cases, Y/N loved using derogatory terms, the same ones they used for women.

‘’Bloody hell, feisty little thing, aren’t you, foxy?’’ An attractive woman or Foxy – there it was, another term Y/N absolutely hated. She could see Styles leaning forward a bit, suddenly inhaling the horrible smell of cigarettes. He brought his lips closer to her ear. ‘’Not that I, personally, mind but a mouth like yours could get you in a lot of trouble. Be careful, aye?’’ He lowly spoke before pulling away and meeting her gaze again.

‘’Styles. You’re not harassing my niece, are you?’’ Nik said, with a towel hanging from his shoulder as he leaned onto the counter.

‘’No, no, of course not, Klaus.’’ The young boy straightened his back, standing taller; as Y/N gave him a very smug look because it seemed like no matter how confident he was, Nik still had the authority.

‘’I’d sure hope so, lad.’’ Nik nodded at him. Y/N got up, putting the book she was reading away before she was rudely interrupted, making her way towards the exit. ‘’Bye uncle Niklaus.’’

As the door shut behind her, she could hear the door opening again before a voice spoke up behind her.

‘’I never caught your name.’’ The Styles boy jogged quickly next to her.

‘’That’s because I never told you, Casanova.’’ He chuckled at her once again; he was a decent looking lad, Y/N though, but he seemed far too up his ass.

‘’Is that so?’’ He cocked his head to one side, ‘’Then do come by again, yeah?’’ He flashed her one of his best smiles.

‘’So it’s not dangerous anymore, huh?’’

‘’I’ll make sure to protect you, angel.’’ It was weird, because Y/N liked how he winked at her after saying that. She liked his whole look, his leather jacket, leather pants, a pair of boots. She only hummed in response before she turned away leaving him behind.

‘’My name’s Harry, by the way!’’ He yelled out after her, a smile on his face, but Y/N didn’t see it because she didn’t turn around but just waved her hand in a flipping him off manner.

Harry Styles – the name of a boy who was soon going to steal her heart. Of course Y/N told Niall about everything and of course Niall gushed about the biker boy with her. She told him about how full of himself he was, and how cocky he acted, but how sweet his smile was and how kind his green eyes were. Of course she denied finding him attractive, but Niall knew better.

For a few days, Y/N did not go back to the pub being swamped with work, but one time uncle Nik called her house phone, to come by the next day after work. Y/N worked for this old couple in their sixties called Charles and Tonya; technically she didn’t work for them but more like with them. Tonya owned an old art store, where people went in and out buying different arts for different purposes, but Charles was the one who asked a seventeen-year-old Y/N (and her father, of course) whether she would be willing to sell them her art. Which later became a little business of theirs, Y/N would get paid to do some embroidery on jackets, jeans, bags and so on, as well as paint some nice landscapes or portraits; and sometimes Tonya would give her extra money for her art when people insisted on paying a bigger price for her masterpieces, as the customers called them. Sometimes even, people would put in orders for a certain thing, and Y/N was always happy whenever she got a call.

After working on several items and their embroideries, Y/N decided it was enough for that day so she packed her backpack before heading to uncle Nik’s pub. Some days Y/N liked to walk and some, like that day, she took her baby blue bike and would stroll around town on it, with a little brown basket attached at the front. Leaning her bike against the walls of the pub, Y/N went inside greeting her godfather.

‘’Hey there, zippy.’’ Uncle Nik said, hugging Y/N tightly.

‘’Hii’’, she sat down in front of the bar, looking around, ‘’How have you been?’’

‘’I’m good, yeah.’’ Nik turned around grabbing a small envelope, and placing it on the bar. ‘’This is yours, zippy.’’ Ever since she was a kid, uncle Nik called her zippy as she was an energetic child who never stopped running and skipping around.

‘’What’s this?’’ Opening the envelope, she saw money inside and immediately pushed it back, ‘’No, no, this isn’t mine. I’m not taking this.’’

‘’Yes, you are, It’s your pocket money.’’ Y/N gave her uncle a deadpanned look. ‘’Don’t give me that look, young lady.’’ He added with a warning in his voice.

‘’I don’t need it, uncle Nik, I promise. I have my own.’’

‘’I do not care. I promised your father I would take care of you, and this is yours.’’ Gesturing to the money, he continued, ‘’Use it for paint, or cotton threads, just take it, alright?’’ A reassuring smile on his face.

She stayed in the pub for a little while chatting to uncle Nik, but also hoping a certain someone would walk in any second, but he never did. Uncle Nik continued doing his work, when Y/N said goodbye to him and headed towards the exit. Dropping her backpack in the little basket, she jumped upon hearing someone cough behind her. Turning around, Y/N saw Harry; his tall figure leaning against the wall, one leg bent in the knee holding the heel of his boot against the wall, the leather pants hugging his legs tightly, with a leather jacket draped from his shoulder. A half burned cigarette laying between his index and middle finger, indicating that he must have been standing there for a few minutes already. Harry took one more drag on his cigarette, exhaling the smoke before he spoke up.

‘’Fancy seeing you here, love.’’ A smirk was taking over his face while his eyes trailed up and down her body.

‘’You know smoking is bad for you, right?’’ Y/N didn’t exactly want him to know that she hoped to see him, but she mentally slapped herself after saying that out loud.

‘’Perhaps, but girls find it sexy, or so I’ve heard.’’ Pushing himself of off the wall, he walked the short distance between them, leaning on of his shoulders on the wall.

‘’Not exactly sure, what’s so sexy about dying before turning thirty.’’ She said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest. Looking directly into his eyes, trying too hard to intimidate him.

‘’That’s a bit morbid, isn’t it, love? Listen-‘’ Y/N took the cigarette from his hands and lighting it off after she tossed it on the ground and stepped on it. ‘’Now that was just rude, babe.’’

‘’I’d advise you to stop, but you do whatever you want to.’’ She picked it up from the floor, tossing it into the bin.

‘’How about – I forgive you for my cigarette, if you come by tonight. What do you say?’’ His flirtatious game didn’t work on Y/N, well it did, but she wasn’t giving in.

‘’I’ll have to see if I’m free, sadly.’’ Y/N said, her voice full of sarcasms. Turning away from him, she swung her leg over the bike, sitting down on it.

‘’C’mon, babe. You’ll love it, I assure you.’’

‘’Weren’t you the one who told me it was a dangerous place, for a girl like me?’’ Y/N furrowed her brows, placing her index finger on her chin. She was taking the mick out of him, loving the hard work he put into flirting with her.

‘’Don’t you worry your pretty self, I’ll knock out ever guy that even looks at you.’’ Harry got closer, the bike tire standing between his legs, as he leaned against the handlebars.

‘’Not promising anything, Styles.. Sorry.’’ She shrugged her shoulders at him, thinking that she was probably going to show up, but decided against telling him. She moved backwards with her bike, causing Harry to stumble a bit.

‘’Cute bike. A very cute bike.’’ Harry smiled at her, the dimples popping out and his lips stretched into a wide grin.

‘’Goodbye, Styles.’’ Rolling her eyes, Y/N started leaving, getting further away from the pub as she heard him yell after her.

‘’You still haven’t told me your name!’’ He was waving his hands frantically at her.

‘’It’s Y/N!’’ Pressing on her breaks, Y/N turned her head to look at him.

‘’See you tonight then, pretty girl!’’

Unfortunately, Y/N didn’t make it that day to go and see Harry, as she continued working a lot and due to the tiredness, she fell asleep and didn’t wake up until nine in the morning the day after. But after Y/N came back home from that little conversation with Harry, she gushed to Niall telling him all the details. Her tummy felt all giddy just talking about him, and it seemed like she was developing a certain type of crush that was more than silly. Niall was excited about the green-eyed boy almost more than Y/N was; he was so happy whenever Y/N talked to him about Harry even though they only met twice.

On that Saturday morning, once again Niall was the one to wake her up; seeing as she looked half dead he got a bit concerned. But once he found out that Y/N didn’t go and see Harry because she fell asleep, he started throwing pillows at her. If Niall had been home, he certainly would have woken her up, but as Niall was out till quite late, he couldn’t exactly do that.

‘’You’re so daft!’’ Niall said, throwing back the pillow at her.

‘’I didn’t mean to, okay?! Stop attacking me!’’ Hiding under the blankets, Y/N tried to defend herself.

‘’I even laid out a dress for you! You were going to look so shagadelic, Y/N!’’ He face-palmed his own self, because of how daft his best friend was.

‘’Niall! Stop it!’’ She took the pillow under her head and threw it at him, ‘’And for fuck’s sake! Do not use that word ever again!’’

‘’I will say whatever I want to! And that was the whole point of going there! To finally lose that bloody purity ring!’’

‘’Oh my God, Niall!!’’ Y/N yelled out, ‘’I was not going to shag him! He only invited me because- because he was being nice!’’

‘’Liste-‘’

‘’And I’m not wearing that stupid ring! I might have not… you know.. but I don’t have that stupid ring on!’’ She argued, but Niall only came closer and sat down on her bed.

‘’Right now, you’re going to wash your hair and I will lay out an outfit for you. And you are going over to the pub and apologise to the boy!’’ Giving her a stern look, he got up to look through her clothes while Y/N only groaned.

And that’s what ended happening. Niall laid out tight leather jeans – ‘’You’re wearing them! End of story.’’ – pairing them with combat boots and a white The Rolling Stones shirt. She added her significant denim jacket, with embroidery she had done on it. This time she decided to walk, as she wanted to mentally prepare herself to be in the same room as Harry. As usual, a lot of motorcycles were standing outside, she got around them and went inside the pub, releasing a breath like it was her last. The music was lowly playing, but the pub wasn’t as half as empty as she expected it to be. It was crowded, several groups of people sitting in the booths, but no one looked like a Harry. Squinting her eyes to take a better scan of the crowd again, but nothing, there was no Harry.

‘’Looking for someone, babe?’’ A way too familiar voice said behind her, scaring her.

‘’Bloody hell!’’ He almost made her scream; putting a hand over her heart she took a good look at him. He was standing behind the bar, leaning his elbows against it and once again with that stupid smirk on his face.

‘’Sorry for scaring you, love.’’

‘’It’s- it’s fine..’’ Taking a sit on the stool, she started feeling very panicky, not knowing what to do or say.

‘’I have to admit, babe, last night’’ He looked down, before looking directly into her eyes, ‘’While I was waiting for you,’’ he placed a hand over his heart, faking a sad expression, ‘’my heart was aching. A lot.’’

‘’I-I’m, I’m sorry! I-I am-‘’ Maybe Y/N was naive to believe his fake sadness, but she was a soft soul who didn’t like hurting others. ‘’I overslept Harry, I swear.’’

‘’I knew you would have a good excuse, puppy..’’ A fake sigh escaped his lips, trying to contain himself from breaking into a smile while she struggled to get a word out. ‘’But it’s okay, I guess. I can’t say I expected you to like me, really..’’Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned his head into one of his palms.

‘’No, no, no! Harry, I-I did want to come, I-I swear! It’s just- I was working a lot and I got tired, bu-but I planned what to wear already and I just thought to have a little nap before I come here..’’ Y/N reached her hand over, holding one of his in a way trying to assure him that she, in fact, wasn’t lying. ‘’But I overslept... An-and I only woke up like two hours ago.. I’m sorry, Harry.’’ Her voice was so sincere, that it broke Harry’s heart how kind she was, apologising to him for nothing. So he came over around the bar, sitting next to her, placing her small hand in his.

‘’I am messing with you, my love.’’ Harry chuckled, ‘’It was a shame that you never showed up, but I guess, I could forgive you.’’ Gasping, Y/N hit his chest repeatedly.

‘’Why are you such a prick?’’ It kind of bothered her that he was acting like that, because she was worried that he could have been mad at her, and there he was taking the piss. Y/N stood up from the stool, taking a few steps away from him wanting to hide in the bathroom. But as soon as she got up, an alarm went off inside Harry’s head, making him take her hand to spin her and pull her in his embrace.

‘’Nooo, don’t be mad at me now, pretty girl.’’ Having his hands around her and having her close to him felt like heaven. ‘’Forgive me, puppy?’’ He whispered; a hand in her hair playing with it, his lips pressed against her head.

‘’You’re being very mean to me..’’ Her voice was small, barely understandable. She wanted to fight him hugging her, but she seemed to enjoy it way too much.

‘’How about I make it up to you?’’ He asked, humming afterwards, still holding her tightly despite the stares he got from his lads sitting on a few meters away. ‘’Tonight, at Rover’s Diner, yea’? Just you and me.. what do you say?’’ Harry lifted his head to take a better look at her.

‘’I-I-‘’ Did he just call me out on a date?, Y/N thought, but she might have said it out loud.

‘’Yes he did, babe.’’ Laughing softly, he shook his head at her being so cute yet mesmerising.

‘’Shit...’’ Y/N coughed, feeling her face get warm from embarrassment. ‘’I’d-I would really like that...yeah..’’

‘’Good.. would you like me to pick you up?’’ He said, releasing the tight grip he had on her, but still holding onto her.

‘’N-No. I will meet you there.’’ Y/N looked up at him for the first time in a while, taking in the features of his face; his pink lips that looked very soft, his green eyes with the tiniest amount of yellow in them. She started wondering what would it be like if she were to have him as her muse, but Harry interrupted her thoughts.

‘’Okay. Then be there at 8 o’clock. Do not fall asleep on me again, got it babe?’’

‘’Y-Yeah, I won’t.. promise.’’ She chuckled nervously, feeling her face get warm again because of how Harry made her feel.

‘’Tonight it is then, baby.’’ Harry placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He slowly let her go before he went back behind the bar, as that was his whole purpose – watching the pub while Nik was out paying bills. But luckily for Harry, he went behind the bar just before Nik came back.

‘’Mornin’ zippy, didn’t know you were gonna be here.’’ Kissing his goddaughters cheek, he went right next to Harry. ‘’Alright there, Harold?’’

‘’Y-Yes, sir. All good.’’ Harry was stuttering, because he, now, felt intimidated by the bearded man who once called Y/N his niece.

‘’Not bothering my niece, are you?’’ Nik narrowed his brows at the boy, in a questionable manner.

‘’N-No, Klaus, certainly not, sir.’’ Nik only nodded his head and went into storage room, as Y/N chuckled at the stuttering Harry.

‘’Oh shush, you!’’

‘’See you tonight, Harry.’’ Fidgeting with her fingers, she kept rocking back and forth on her feet. ‘’Goodbye.’’ She waved at him, walking towards the exit but still looking at him with a little smile on her face.

‘’Bye, baby.’’ He sang, dragging the Y out and winking at her. 

Both of them could feel the excitement in the pit of their stomach, but they showed it in two different ways. While Y/N bounced up and down throughout her walk back home, only to get even more giddy after talking to Niall about the whole situation; Harry on the other hand, kept a stern look on his face, putting up a facade as if nothing happened, only to feel the tingly sensations inside his whole body, nervously waiting for the clock to hit eight.

His friends were making fun of Harry as soon as he sat down next to them. Upon seeing the rather unusual interaction between a very reserved Harry and sweet looking girl, his best mates made it their goal to tease him about her. Harry kept suppressing a smirk, not wanting to give his mates the satisfaction of knowing, but that didn’t stop them as all four of them either nudged his shoulders, winked or made kissy noises at him.

‘’Who’s the bird, Styles?’’ His mate Aaron asked, taking a sip of his beer even though it was way too early for alcohol. A smug look on his face, knowing well enough who the girl was.

‘’Do not call her a bird, do you hear me?’’ A warning tone lingering in Harry’s voice. Clasping his hands together, he leaned his elbows against the table.

‘’Alright, calm down Harold. We know who she is, but I really hope for your sake, you do too.’’ Putting an arm over his chest and pushing him back, the dark-eyed boy said.

‘’Yes, Silas. I am aware.’’ Harry looked straight into his eyes, which had the power to intimidate anyone but Harry. ‘’She is Klaus’s niece.’’ But after adding that sentence, all of his mates looked at him with worry.

‘’You know she’s Raphael’s daughter...’’, Silas narrowed his eyes at him, hoping he was quite aware of that, ‘’...right? Harry?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Questionable look on his face. Could she be..?

‘’The original owner of this pub, Raphael... He was like a legend in town, you know him? Well that’s his daughter your smitten with.’’

‘’Fucking hell... Klaus is going to dissect every inch of me if he finds out...’’ With worry in his voice and a tight lip, his mates only nodded. ‘’I’m even taking her out tonight and if he as much as sees me...’’ His own eyes widened with fear, because he knew Raphael but he also knew Klaus.

It did worry Harry that Klaus could get mad at him for taking his niece out, but for now Klaus didn’t know anything about them and he was more worried about how he was going to look like for that night since he really wanted to impress Y/N, both with his looks and his charm.

‘’Do any of you own a shirt?’’ Harry looked at each one of his mates, ‘’Just help me, alright? I don’t own any shirts and I need it for tonight. Please?’’

‘’I have a pink one, with polka dots. My mum bought it for me, but I only wore it twice.’’

‘’I can’t bloody wear a pink shirt, you bloody mental?’’

‘’What do you mean? Yes you can. Pink is very rock and roll.’’

Thinking about it his friend was probably right, there was nothing wrong with pink. Harry sighed deeply and just nodded his head in agreement. The polka dot shirt didn’t look bad on him, he left a few buttons undone but it wasn’t so bad after all. If someone was looking at the four men and that one man changing shirts in from of them, no one would have ever thought that those people are biker who were supposedly a bad influence and very dangerous. Harry put his leather jacket on, before he crouched down to tie his shoelaces of his black converse as he decided against boots this time, considering his plans for that night.

While Y/N, on the other hand, stood in her underwear for almost two hour before finally deciding what to wear. Of course Niall was by her side, but after going over several different combinations Y/N became a little fussy. In the end, they chose a long red floral dress with small flares on the end. It wasn’t tight nor wide and it had a small ribbon being tied around the waist. Finishing her outfit with the denim jacket and white worn out converse shoes, Niall and Y/N headed towards Rover’s Diner. Y/N was feeling nervous, jumpy and happy, all at the same time, while Niall walked with her because he wouldn’t let her walk alone at night and well, he was also there as moral support. But as soon as the fluorescent sign came into view, he kissed her cheek and let her walk there on her own.

Approaching the diner, Y/N noticed one bike parked in front of it which could only indicate that Harry was inside already. Taking one deep breath, Y/N walked into the diner scanning the space before she noticed Harry sitting in one of the booths with a frown on his face. Once he saw Y/N, the frown disappeared instead there was smile when he stood up to greet her.

‘’Hi there.’’ One arm lingering over her lower back and the other going over Y/N’s shoulders, Harry hugged her. ‘’How are you?’’

‘’I’m good, thank you..’’ She sat down across from him, ‘’Yourself?’’

‘’I’m, I’m good, yeah.’’ He chuckled, ‘’Better now.’’ He added, before quickly glancing at her.

Looking at him made her whole face feel warm, the pink shirt looked really good on him; his exposed chest looked toned, bits of his tattoos were peaking. And it made Y/N wonder how many more he had. But after thinking of his tattoos, she imagined him without any clothes; thinking how he would make a beautiful muse – how good his toned body would look painted on her newly bought canvas, how she would highlight those green eyes and the little spark in them. Admiring his beauty, Y/N also just wanted to stick her hand out and poke one of his dimples.

‘’Alright there, love? Look a bit flustered.’’ A cheeky grin on his face, loving the fact that she’s just as mesmerised with him as he was with her. Y/N coughed uncomfortably, due to being caught.

‘’That’s a cute shirt you’re wearing. Very cute.’’ Changing the topic, Y/N complimented the polka dot shirt he was wearing.

‘’Thanks,’’ he said through a little laugh, ‘’I forgot to say, you look very beautiful. Stunning even.’’

‘’Thank you.’’ It seemed like her face getting warm became her usual state around Harry.

‘’Well hello, handsome. What can I treat you to, babe?’’ A figure suddenly appeared next to them; a pretty tall girl with an apron around her waist and an awful sound of her chewing her gum. She was looking directly at Harry, ignoring the fact that Y/N was right there. And it kind of bothered her, bottling up the anger in the pit of her stomach.

‘’Um, can we have two quiches and two iced teas, please. Is that alright with you, love?’’ Harry asked, stretching his hand over to table to hold hers, but she quickly put it under the table, nodding only.

‘’This one doesn’t look much like a speaker to me, bet I could give you the fun you want, lover boy.’’ The waitress said, scribbling down their orders, before sending a little wink Harry’s way.

‘’You might as well then, I’ll just fuck-‘’ Was Y/N overreacting? Probably, but she couldn’t help herself.

‘’I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me or my girl like that again. Thank you.’’ Leaning himself over the table to lightly push Y/N down, who was half-way up ready to leave. The waitress gasped in shock, leaving both of them quickly in embarrassment.

‘’Do forgive me for that, yeah? I wasn’t quite aware that the waitress was gonna be rude.’’ Harry turned his hand, the palm facing upwards, waiting for Y/N to put her own on top.

‘’Yeah. It’s...fine.’’ Ignoring the sensations in her body when he called her his girl, Y/N finally placed her hand into his, only for him to grasp it and leave a kiss on the back of it.

Despite him looking pissed at everyone most of the time, Y/N thought that Harry was lovely and very charming. But that was only the stereotype everyone had for bikers, so Y/N knew better than to judge Harry based on how he looked at first because now, she was enjoying his presence and having an amazing time with him at the diner.

Their night was filled with chats, laughter, jokes and amazing food. From time to time Harry would reach for her hand and just stroke it with his thumb. They learned new things about each other, but only the basic stuff for now. The night was coming to an end, but neither of them wanted it to. After paying for their dinner, they were standing in front of the shop; Harry’s hand holding hers, not wanting to let it go. He closed the distance between them, leaning his chin on top of her head.

‘’I don’t want you to go.’’

‘’Don’t let me then.’’ Nuzzling her head towards his neck, Y/N placed a soft kiss right in the crook of it.

‘’Then let me take you somewhere, baby. Somewhere far away from here.’’ Leading her by the hand, they’re standing in front of his bike. ‘’You gonna be okay on this?’’

‘’Y-Yeah, sure..’’ Swallowing hard, she couldn’t exactly say she wasn’t scared.

‘’What did I tell you the other day about your safety?’’ He hummed, talking into her hair.

‘’That you’re going knock everyone out?’’ Raising her eyebrows, she looked up at him a tad confused.

‘’Well, my point was that I’m gonna keep you safe no matter what. I do care for you, my love.’’

‘’Do you promise?’’ Y/N asked, holding up her pinky finger.

‘’I promise.’’ Hooking his pinky finger with hers, he pressed a light kiss on her forehead. ‘’C’mon then, let’s go.’’ He turned away from her, taking a helmet into his hands and putting it on Y/N’s head.

‘’But where’s yours, Harry?’’

‘’Don’t you worry about me, puppy.’’ He answered, concentrating on clasping the little belt under her chin.

‘’Harryyy, you have to wear one too!’’

‘’I’m gonna be okay, baby. It’s you, who I want safe.’’ Turning away, he raised one leg just above the bike to swing over it, before he reached a hand for Y/N hop on.

‘’But I’m wearing a dress...’’ Her face getting warm once again, because it was a problem. How was she supposed to sit?

‘’Here, take my hand’’, when she placed her hand over his, he held it tight, ‘’Now, with your other hand pull your dress up, enough to place your leg on the other side of the bike.’’

Somehow Y/N managed to sit right behind Harry, but her dress reached her knees now because it wasn’t that stretchy to be pulled further down. Harry pulled his hands back a bit, wiggling his fingers and signalizing to her to put hers there. Every time their skins touched, her whole body felt alive, as if it was electricity sending shocks through her body but it was only Harry’s touch. He intertwined their fingers together, but soon untangled when he placed Y/N’s hands over his stomach.

‘’Hold on tight, alright baby?’’ The second he said that he could feel her grip around his stomach tighten. ‘’You can also lean in, if it’s more comfortable. It’s not a long ride, but better make it good.’’ 

She slid an inch down the seat, pressing her body against his. The horrible smell of cigarettes could still be felt in his leather jacket but Y/N simply didn’t care considering the situation. As Harry started driving, the ends of Y/N’s hair sticking out of the helmet started floating as the wind hit her face. The cold wind sent shivers down her spine, but yet she felt warm holding tightly onto Harry. The ride wasn’t too long, Harry was right, but it was rather bumpy as they went up hill until all they could see were trees. Getting off the bike, Harry reached out his hand and helped Y/N get off of it as well. He intertwined their hands again leading Y/N through the woods with only the moonlight illuminating the way.

‘’You’re not going to kill me, right?’’ Y/N said, looking back at his bike before turning her attention back to Harry.

‘’Perhaps not, but I’ve been told I have some killer looks, so no promises, babe.’’ He winked at her giving her hand a little squeeze.

The walk wasn’t long as they soon approached a small wooden bench with the most beautiful view. Y/N wasn’t sure how or why that bench was there, but it fit perfectly into the whole aesthetic. They both sat down on it, leaving some space between them only for Harry to chuckle and shake his head to himself as he slid right next to Y/N.

‘’This place is really pretty, Harry.’’ And it was; fields of green surrounding them looking like a soft green blanket covering the earth; a three quarter full moon illuminating its light onto the endless fields and the lovely couple sitting on a bench.

‘’What can I say, comes with the charm.’’ A cheeky grin on his face, wide enough to make his dimples appear as he kept looking at the even prettier girl right next to him. ‘’God, why do I feel like you’re gonna break my heart, angel? Hm?’’

‘’Me? I’m not the one who’s going to break someone’s heart.’’ Y/N looked at him, as he brought his head closer to her neck, brushing the tip of his nose against it.

‘’I wouldn’t even dream of breaking your heart.’’ He placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck.

‘’Yeah? Because I really don’t want you to.’’ Her heart beating faster with each second, as she raised hand and put it on Harry cheek to lift his head a little bit.

‘’I hope no one steals you away from me, baby. And I’m scared, you know, because you’re so, you’re so loveable.’’ His voice came out as a whisper, letting his head lean into Y/N’s palm and closing the distance more and more.

‘’They won’t..’’ Y/N mumbled, the distance between their lips only an inch away.

Harry closed his eyes, as he made the final move closing the distance between them. He kissed her gently and carefully, moving his lips against her soft ones. It felt like something Y/N had never experienced before, her grip on him tightened, pulling him even closer; while Harry’s palm was laying on Y/N’s cheek caressing it gently. There was silence all around them, but it was like fireworks going off in their heads. Y/N didn’t want him to stop, because it was like everything had fallen into its place; it was like their hearts were beating in the same pattern and their minds racing at the same speed, warmth spreading all over their bodies, just because of a simple kiss. Making herself giggle, Y/N broke the kiss smiling so widely that Harry kissed her teeth by accident. Her giggle was a simple sound, yet strong enough to make Harry smile as well.

‘’I swear to God, angel, I’m on the edge of falling in love with you with every passing second.’’ His eyes were still closed, his nose was brushing against hers and his heart was going wild, just for her. Harry never wanted to let go of that feeling, he never wanted to let go of her.

‘’Harry?’’ He hummed as response. ‘’Kiss me again, please.’’

Without wasting another second, Harry connected their lips again. And Y/N, not caring that she was wearing a dress, she pushed herself off the bench placing her legs on each side of Harry’s body, without once disconnecting their lips. The dress crumpled up all the way to her knees, sending shivers through her exposed legs, but yet her body wasn’t trembling from the cold. They kissed until both of them ran out of breath. Y/N was sitting right on top of Harry, pushing herself lightly against him, making a groan escape his lips.

‘’Not only do you make my heart beat faster, baby, but you also make my dick harder.’’ He said, detaching their lips and looking directly into Y/N’s widened eyes. There was a little but proud smirk on his face. He earned himself a light slap over his chest, as sudden rush of warmth took over Y/N’s cheeks.

‘’Stop it..’’ She giggled, hiding her head in the crook of his neck, only for Harry to tighten the grip around her waist; Y/N pressed herself more against him, just to tease him a little more.

‘‘You can’t just move against me like that, baby, it does things to me. But very good things.’’ The closeness of her body keeping him warm, but the way she was sitting on his lap, an innocent act but in a form of intimacy. Y/N was practically asking for him to get a stiffy, considering the power she had on him, it was hard not to get hard as she herself pressed further into him. 

‘’Fine then, maybe I’ll just move away-‘’

‘’No, no, no. No, you stay right where you are.’’ There was something about her that made him fall hard. Perhaps it was her flowery scent of her skin, or her beautiful eyes that sparkled every time he looked her; or maybe it was the way she made him feel, but whatever it was – it caused him to fall.

‘’Are you cold, my love?’’ Harry asked, suddenly remembering that it was quite windy and Y/N was only wearing a denim jacket. ‘’Denim isn’t exactly the warmest material you could have picked.’’ A cheeky smile stretched over his face, thinking of his next move.

‘’How was I supposed to know you were going to take me up to a bloody hill?!’’

‘’Now now, no need for that, babe. Here, I’m gonna take care of you.’’ Running his hands over her body, Harry took Y/N’s jacket off of her laying it right next to him. Then he took his own off and slowly placed it over her shoulders taking her arms and gently pushing them through the sleeves. ‘’Better now, baby?’’

‘’Yeah...’’ She pulled the jacket around her body tighter, the warmth of the inside of his jacket taking over her skin. ‘’Feels nice, thank you.’’ As Harry pulled her jacket over his shoulders, putting it on, Y/N left a little peck on his lips.

‘’Where did you get this jacket with embroidery though?’’

‘’Somewhere downtown, it’s just a jacket.’’

‘’I had to have my done, so how come you have embroidery on yours?’’ Y/N always wore oversized jackets, so her denim jacket fit perfectly on Harry and it looked really good especially with his pink shirt.

‘’Oh that, I did it by myself.’’ She shrugged her shoulders, as if it was that simple.

‘’Wait, really? All of it?’’ His eyes widened in surprise, as Y/N nodded her head. The embroidery on her jacket was beautiful; a big wreath over the back of it, filled with different flowers and colours, a small heart in the middle of it in the colour of a rainbow; on the front of it there were some patches of different band logos, but Harry couldn’t believe she did it all because he knew how hard embroidery was, his mum used to do it. ‘’Wow, it’s, it’s amazing. It’s really really good.’’

‘’Thank you...’’ Y/N was never good with compliments, she never knew what to do or say except thank you, but after each compliment she’d lower her head as the warmth crept into her cheeks. ‘’It’s what I do.’’ She quickly added.

‘’How did I not know this? Why have you kept this from me?’’

‘’I didn’t know you were supposed to know!’’ She hid her face into her palms, but Harry took her hands and placed them on his neck, pushing his forehead against hers.

......

sorry if ends here, like i said i never got around to finish it but i wanted you all to read as much as there is. hope you liked it and sorry for the mistakes.

lemme know whacha think, i’d love to know 

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty three)

(Chapter one)     (Chapter two)     (Chapter three)     (Chapter four)

(Chapter five)     (Chapter six)     (Chapter seven)     (Chapter eight)

(Chapter nine)     (Chapter ten)     (Chapter eleven)     (Chapter twelve)

(Chapter thirteen)     (Chapter fourteen)     (Chapter fifteen)

(Chapter sixteen)     (Chapter seventeen)     (Chapter eighteen)

(Chapter nineteen)     (Chapter twenty)     (Chapter twenty one)

(Chapter twenty two)      (Chapter twenty three)     (Chapter twenty four)

(Chapter twenty five)     (Chapter twenty six)     (Chapter twenty seven)

(Chapter twenty eight)     (Chapter twenty nine)     (Chapter thirty)

(Chapter thirty one)     (Chapter thirty two)

Connors POV chapter now, it was a little harder to write, Murphy just comes easier for some reason.

I hope you enjoy it.

All the feels.

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It had been two days since Murphy had told Lila he loved her and she said it back, and Connor noticed the world hadn’t actually fucking ended. Things didn't dramatically change or get weird. The only difference was Murphy being able to openly admit how he felt, whispering it to her a hundred times a day, making her giggle and blush like a kid that got exactly what they asked for on Christmas day. Connor still hadn't told her, but he was getting the deep urge to do so. Seeing Murphy tell her, seeing how happy it made her, it inspired him. He wanted to tell her because of Murphy, not in a competitive way, but because he had seen that he had done it, and it didn't make blood rain from the sky or the world set ablaze, it just made them really fucking happy.

She had always said she cared equally about them, she would never play favorites, and in telling Murphy she loved him, Connor knew it applied to him too. So it wasn't like he was scared she wouldn't return the sentiment anymore, because she obviously did. He was just guarded. He wasn't used to this, feeling things this intense, feeling love at all for someone other than his brother, and it was hard for him to know what to do with those feelings. He wasn't surprised his brother had just told her, no plans, nothing fancy, just the words. It was Murphy all over. And Connor was the one to push him to do so after all. He knew his brother would feel better once those words left his lips. As the days had gone on, he had seen how his brother looked ready to crawl out of his skin when he was around her, wanting so badly to tell her but being too scared. Connor was glad he gave him that push, because now his brother was free from that burden and so fucking happy it made his heart clench.

He wanted to tell her, and he would, but he wanted to plan it out. He wanted to do it in a way where he could show her too, he was never good with words. It wasn't that he wanted to outdo his brother, it wasn't like that at all and he would never dream of it. Lila knew how different they were. Murphy felt so deeply, and words just fell from his lips, he was always better with words. When Murphy spoke, he fucking meant it and it was hard for you not to take notice. Connor was more of a doer, to show her as well as tell her because deep down, he felt like the weight of his words wasn't enough.

That was why he enlisted the help of his emotional counterpart for his plan. Connor wasn't romantic in the slightest. He had never taken a girl on a date, he didn't get them gifts, he was clueless. Murphy, on the other hand, was very sentimental. He'd never cared for lass before, so it wasn't like he was more experienced than Connor, but with Murphy being so soppy, he would be better at knowing what to do. Murphy used to pick flowers from the neighbours garden and give them to their Ma when he was a young child. It would always make her smile and she'd put them in a vase on the table, and when they died, Murphy would cry. Connor never really understood why the flowers dying upset his brother so much, but Murphy would always go and pick more to replace them. That was the kind of sentimental person he was, and Connor just wasn't like that. He was a little more sentimental when it came to his brother and now Lila, but with something like this, he didn't even know where to start.

They couldn't execute his plan for another couple of hours though, and he was on edge with waiting. He was usually patient, Murphy was the one who had trouble waiting, but this was something new to him and he just wanted it over with. It didn't help that Murphy was so fucking excited about the whole thing that Connor could feel it. He knew Murphy was just excited for Connor to come out with it, so then it was all finally done and out there, completing the circle as it were. He was grateful when Murphy ended up falling asleep, head on Lilas' tummy as they just chilled on the bed talking and cuddling like they always did. Connor could finally get some semblance of peace from his twin's excited energy.

Connor and Lila decided to leave Murphy to sleep, he always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, not like the hellraiser he really was. So Connor helped to ease Murphy off the lass and then they went to the sofa to watch some tv. He loved how no matter what they were doing, he just really fucking enjoyed her company. Being around her made him feel so happy, so fucking relaxed, he always wanted to be by her side. He just didn't show it like his brother did, the way Murphy followed her around like a puppy after a fucking treat. Connor had far more pride than his needy other half.

They were watching some old soap opera, laughing and commenting on every fucking thing that was wrong with the God awful show. She was sat in his lap sideways and he was stroking the nape of her neck, he was pretty sure he could hear her purring.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked suddenly, taking him off guard. He looked down at her and she was looking up with her beautiful blue eyes. He felt nervous all of a sudden, like she was going to ask him something he wouldn't want to answer and he swallowed thickly.

“Aye lass, what is it?” He asked carefully, looking wary almost. He watched as she raked her teeth over her bottom lip, she seemed nervous to ask whatever she was about to ask, he could feel it, and that only served to make him nervous.

“Will you help teach me how to block my thoughts?” She asked quietly, blinking up at him. She looked like she half expected him to shout at her.

He was confused, of course he was, and a tad offended that she would want to block her thoughts. But being the rational twin, he thought about it, and he knew that she had the right to keep her own shit private. The boys had blocked her on occasion too, because some things were too personal, or they just weren't ready to share something with her, so of course she would feel the same. The connection was deep and profound, but it didn't mean they had to share every little thought with each other. Even the twins didn't do that. They didn't so much block each other that much, but they had become so accustomed to their telepathy, they could just tune it out, turning the volume down almost. Lila was new to this, a babe in the world of their weird twin connection, and he felt a little ashamed of himself that he hadn't just offered to teach her how to do it. He felt irresponsible that he and his brother hadn't even shown her much of anything, like they had given her the gift and then fucked off to let her figure it out herself.

“O’ course sweetheart.” He smiled down at her, she graced him with a beautiful smile in return. It always made his stomach feel weird when she did. Like there was a flock of birds inside of it fighting to get out and take flight.

“I was gonna ask Murphy but…” She looked down, blushing a little and Connor tilted his head as he looked at her.

“But ye know he’d pitch a fit that ye'd want te block us out.” He stated, amusement colouring his words, not even asking because he knew that's what she thought, he knew because he knew his brother and it was very true. Murphy wouldn't rationalise it the way Connor did, he would just instantly be offended and upset. He wouldn’t think about the fact she deserved fucking privacy in her own head, even though the darker twin had been the one to say the whole thing was invasive in the first place. But now things were different, Murphy had told her he loved her and she returned it, he knew Murphy would take some serious offense at the mere suggestion.

Lila nodded up at him, her cheeks crimson, and he knew she felt bad because he could feel it off her. He just smiled, stroking her neck soothingly, much like he usually did to his brother when he was upset, just far more gentler.

“Ye've got no need te feel bad lass, ye know yer right. Murph doesn’t really think about things, he just feels. But I get it, and o’ course I’ll show ye, should o’ shown ye in the first place.” He said softly, pressing a sweet kiss to her head. She beamed a smile at him, looking like she felt better already. He tapped her leg, signaling for her to move and she did. They sat facing each other on the couch. He was a little nervous, he wasn't good at explaining things like his brother, showing her would be easy but he’d still have to explain it first so she really understood.

He took her soft hands in his own, stroking them as he looked at her, his brain in overdrive as he tried to figure out the best way to explain it to her.

“So ye know how te push yer emotions onte us aye? Ye’ve done it before.” He said quietly, looking at her carefully. He knew the answer yet it still seemed like a question. She nodded as she looked up at him, squeezing his hands.

“Yeah, I’m still learning and stuff, but I can do it when I really concentrate hard on it.” She replied, looking so serious it made Connor grin. Like she was in school learning something super fucking important. And it seemed he was the teacher, that led to some interesting thoughts. Lila snorted and swatted his arm, giving him a playful glare. Connor barked a laugh, it seemed the lass was getting better at hearing their thoughts, though he doubted she did it on purpose. The boys weren’t really used to blocking them out, they didn't need to with each other, so they only really thought about blocking the lass if it was something intense.

“Aye, sorry lass, ye can’t blame me...So, I’ll try te explain it the best way I can, and then ye can practice on me. Sound good?” He smiled at her, making her grin and nod. He licked his lower lip and took a breath.

“So te block things out, ye gotta think o’ a wall as such. Like a barrier. It’s hard te explain, me and Murphy just do it if we need te, we’ve done it since bein’ wee babes so, I’m not quite sure how te...explain it te ye so ye can grasp it.” He muttered, pursing his lips as he thought of a way to teach her something he just knew how to do without being taught.

“How do ye push out yer feelin’s, how is it ye do that? WIll ye explain it te me sweetheart?” He asked carefully. If he knew how she managed to figure that out, it might help him know where to go with this. She nodded and sat up a little straighter, looking like she was bracing herself.

“Umm...well it’s like...I just see it in my mind? Does that make sense? Like I feel it, and I have to close my eyes to really think about it, but I focus on how I feel, and I kinda like, push it, ya know? I picture it like a bubble, and I’m like, making the bubble grow? I sound ridiculous.” She snorted, looking down at their hands.

Connor frowned, he didn't like it when she took the piss out of herself, although he knew just how hard it was to try and vocalise what the fuck this was with them. It was one thing understanding it in your head, it was another to try and put it into words.

“Doesn’t sound ridiculous Lila, it makes sense. Me and Murph don’t have te do that because we’ve just always been able te, but yer new to this. We’ve both been pretty impressed with how ye’ve been pickin’ it up so quick.” He said firmly, making her look at him with a smile as her cheeks flushed. She looked so damn proud her herself from his compliment, he resisted the urge to just grab her and kiss her until she couldn't breathe.

“So, ye visualize it? That seems te help ye with the focus. So maybe, if ye visualise a wall? Like a barrier aye? Think o’ putting the barrier up, like the bubble ye mentioned, only this time, the intent isn't te push out so we can feel, it’s te keep us out.” He suggested, shifting in his seat a little.

“Okay, I can try that.” She smiled, she seemed nervous though and he brought her hand up to kiss it before letting it go.

“I’ll not touch ye at first, it’s harder to block with physical contact, we can take it one step at a time. Let's have a go aye? Think o’ the wall, and when yer ready, think o’ somethin’ and I’ll tell ye if I can hear it or not. Might take a few tries for ye te get it, since I’ve been doin’ it longer.” He grinned at her. She nodded, inhaling deeply as she shuffled back from him ever so slightly, just to make some more distance between them. She closed her eyes and Connor watched her intently, she was breathing slowly and her brow was furrowed in concentration, it was fucking adorable. He was waiting, tuned in to her and waiting to feel the barrier like he usually could with Murphy, or if he could hear her thoughts.

He could feel a slight block, but he knew before she did that it wouldn't be enough. It would easily be able to be broken. But with practice, she would get better. He didn't say anything to her, waiting to hear what he knew he would definitely be able to hear, knowing the barrier wasn't strong enough.

‘I think it’s cute when Murphy talks in his sleep.’

He barked a laugh at her thoughts, she was too fucking adorable for her own good but he knew damn well what she was talking about, his brother never shut up, even when he was asleep it seemed. Lila opened her eyes, squinting and huffing at him looking so disappointed. He reached out and squeezed her leg.

“Hey now, none o’ that aye? I told ye it would take a few goes. I felt the wall, but it wasn’t enough, it was weak. I could hear ye, but it wasn’t as strong, ye sounded further away. Try again.” He demanded firmly. She was pouting at him, but she closed her eyes to comply once more. Connor noticed she always did as he told her too, unless she was mad at him or his brother for some reason. It gave him a rush of primal satisfaction that she submitted to him every time.

‘I think Murphy is the oldest brother.’

He blanched, so fucking offended and when she opened her eyes she laughed loudly at his face.

“Ye wee cheeky lass, I’ll have ye for that one! Ye know it’s not true, I know ye think it’s me.” He snorted, shooting her a playful scowl. She blushed and smiled, looking down and he knew he had her there, she did think he was the oldest, but unfortunately for him, he knew it was nothing to with the size of their cocks.

“Try again, concentrate harder mo stór (my darling), I know ye have it in ye.” He said confidently, patting her knee before removing his hand once more. She heaved a sigh but nodded, he knew this was hard. He couldn't imagine having to learn all of this now, he was lucky enough to just be able to do it second nature. She had her eyes closed, breathing steady, and he tried to reach out to her again, but this time he couldn't. He kept trying, testing the barrier so to speak, but it didn't budge. He smiled to himself, feeling pleased and proud of her.

After a minute she peaked at him, he knew he had not reacted to whatever she had thought and he was actually curious about what she might have said this time. He was grinning at her, not able to hide his pride as he just looked at her like she was a glass of ice cold water on a hot day.

“You didn't hear me?” She asked hesitantly, a small smile creeping its way onto her face.

“No lass, although I can’t lie, I’m fuckin’ curious te know what it was.” He smirked at her, making her laugh. She pretended to zip her lips and Connor shook his head snorting at her.

A few hours passed and it was now go time for his plan. He was regretting the whole thing though as he stood there on the roof alone. As part of his plan, it meant the twins had to separate in order to get Lila out of the fucking loft for a bit so Connor could get set up. He was on edge as he paced, checking everything over. It all looked so…fucking romantic, he almost gagged to himself. This wasn't him at all, yet he knew this was what he needed to do to show her, not just tell her, he wanted it to be special. People didn't really come up to the roof anymore, although they used to at one point. That's why there were a table and chairs, looking like garden furniture that looked so out of place there on the roof. There were also pots of plants scattered around looking like they'd seen better days. It was 6 now, the sun was starting to set and it made the whole thing feel even more romantic.

The take out was set out on the table, a few tealight candles in the middle of it. There were even some fairy lights twisted around one of the long planters, blinking at him softly. Murphy had thought of all of this, of course he fucking did. Connor wouldn't know how to set up something like this even if it smacked him in the face. And it seemed that despite his brother never being in this situation before, he had clearly thought about it. He’d even suggested bringing a blanket incase Lila got cold.

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“-and ye should get some o’ those twinkly lights, ye know, like the Christmas ones? But not the colourful ones, the plain ones.” Murphy suggested as they stood side by side at work, putting the meat cuts in boxes.

“Ye mean fairy lights?” Connor asked, looking at his twin for a moment, his face all serious. He was just glad Murphy wasn't ribbing him for all of this, if anything he seemed in his element. Murphy looked at his brother incredulously before he snorted a laugh.

“Aye fairy lights. Ye sure ye need me help brother? Ye seem te know what yer talkin’ about.” Murphy laughed, Connor knew the teasing would have come along eventually.

“Fuck you! I know shit, alright?” He huffed, stuffing the meat in the box. Murphy just laughed louder.

“Mhm, alright. But ye should also take a blanket out for her, it's gettin’ colder now and ye don’t want her gettin’ cold when we’re up there.” He said softly, becoming serious. Connor smiled to himself, it was cute to see his brother looking out for their girl.

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He was anxious, he kept reaching out to his brother, but he’d have to stop to really think about it since he wasn't there with him. He imagined this was how Lila had been feeling when she was learning all of this. From what he had felt from Murphy, his twin was also anxious to be separated but was also delighted at having some time with their girl. He had taken her shopping, saying they needed booze. Lila had been suspicious from the get-go when Connor had told her he was going to stay behind because he felt under the weather. The longer he waited for them, the more anxious he got, and he was pacing around wondering if he should not tell her at all. Maybe he could just avoid it? His brother would never let him, he knew that, and Lila would only be confused why he had arranged all of this in the first place. He looked off over the building, may he could just jump off and not have to face his responsibilities. He snorted to himself, since when was he turning into Murphy?

He was broken out of his thoughts when the door to the roof opened. Murphy came out first and Connor watched as his twin's eyes scanned the place, eyebrows raised as he looked impressed and he grinned at him. Of course, he was all too pleased with himself, it had all been his idea in the first place. Lila came out from behind Murphy and she stopped dead when she looked around, she looked shocked and Connor bit his lower lip nervously as he watched her. Her shock melted into one of her lovely laughs, the kind she did when she was so fucking happy, and Connor couldn't help but smile as he relaxed. He saw his brother give her a light shove and watched as she turned back squinting at him, no doubt putting two and two together and knowing Murphy had been part of the plan and it was why he had taken her out of the loft without Connor.

She looked back to Connor, walking over slowly as her eyes still took everything in. He glanced to Murphy nervously, his brother was still stood there giving him their privacy and Murphy shot him a smile. He felt the nudge in his mind, his brother comforting him, urging him to just do it. Lila reached him, smiling up at him as she slipped her hands up his shirt, resting her hands on his stomach. She did that a lot he noticed to both him and Murphy, it made him feel good that she wanted to touch him.

“What's all this?” She asked softly, she was overwhelmed, he could feel it, he felt the fucking same if he was honest. His hands came to rest on her hips as he looked down at her, feeling the panic bubbling away in his chest.

“I just...I wanted te do somethin’ nice for ye...te show ye...te show ye that…” He clenched his jaw, getting frustrated at himself that he couldn't seem to just say the words, like something was stopping him. He wished he wasn't so guarded, that he was more like his twin who just said what he was feeling, damning the consequences.

Murphy nudged him again as Lila looked up at him curiously, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers. He wasn't blocking her, he was pushing onto her, letting her feel it so it would help him with what he was trying to say. He heard her gasp, her eyes widening as she looked up at him as she felt the absolute love he had for the lass, the love he was letting her feel. He knew it would be intense, it was intense for him. She didn't say anything, just blinking up at him looking like she was scared to move and break the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. It was now or never.

“Is tú mo ghrá (I love you).” He said firmly, looking her right in the eyes. He knew she could still feel him and he didn't want to break the poor lass, so he stopped pushing his feelings onto her, letting the words hang in the air.

She looked shell shocked, he wasn't really surprised, she had probably expected to have to wait a lot longer for him to say it, maybe even thought he never actually would. But it was done now, he had said it, and just as his brother had, he felt better to get it off his chest, like a weight had been lifted, making him feel lighter. Her face broke out in a grin and she grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward and crashing her lips onto his. It caught him off guard but he soon got over it, gripping her hip tightly with one hand as the other went to her neck. He could feel her rapid pulse under his hand as he kissed her deeply, and he growled when he felt her nip his lips before pulling away. He actually chased her lips, in a Murphy act of neediness and she snorted at him.

“Is tú mo ghrá freisin Connor (I love you too Connor).” She beamed at him, making his whole body flood with warmth. He already knew she did, since she had said it to his brother, yet to hear her say it directly to him, not just knowing like some kind of after effect from her declaration to his brother, it made his heart squeeze painfully tight and he grinned at her.

He was just looking down at her as she looked back, making fucking moon eyes at each other when he heard Murphy clear his throat as he walked over. Connor looked at him, taking note of the shit eating grin on his brothers face.

“Well then, now that's outta the way, let's eat.” He laughed lightly, sounding so happy. Connor watched with delight as Lila walked over and pinched Murphy's side, making him yelp and grab her around her waist. She squealed and giggled, squirming to get out of his grasp as he laughed joyously. Connor knew Murphy was right as he watched them, it somehow did make it feel complete, like the whole thing had come full circle. They weren't hiding shit from each other now, the feelings were out there and there was no need to hide them anymore. There was no need to feel the intense pressure in his chest every time he felt it so deeply, but wouldn't tell her, there was no need to carry that God awful weight around on his shoulders anymore, because it was out there. They loved her, she loved them back, equally and unconditionally. He didn't need his guard up so much with her anymore, she was one of them, she was fucking a part of them, their very being, their very soul. She was ingrained in them, bound to them some fucking how and for some fucking reason. But he wasn't about to question why God had gifted him and his brother with such an angel, he would just graciously accept it and thank him every day for the rest of his damn life. It was the very least he could do for such a precious gift.

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Arranged: Chapter 2

Modern AU. Set in 2018. Where Claire and Jamie are arranged to be married.

CH: 1

AO3

CHAPTER 2: The Explanation

Claire

“Papa, Mama, can I talk to you in private.” Claire said with a dead tone as she motioned towards the living room, hoping it was far enough to quiet her impending outburst.

“Excuse us” Henry said as all three stood up, set down their wine glasses and left the Frasers in the dining room to surely have a discussion of their own. When Claire locked the door behind them, she turned to her parents and gave them the sternest look she could muster in her life.

“You can’t possibly think that I would agree to this…arrangement?! Who do you think you are to marry me off to some guy? – “

“Darling, I don’t think Jamie is some guy - “ Henry retorted.

“I am speaking and you can talk when I am finished!” Claire huffed back angrily. “This is not the bloody 18th century! I am not some type of property you can buy and sell to whoever asked first? I am my own person, with my own ideas, with my own intelligence and I can bloody well find a fine, young and remarkable man, who I will CHOOSE to spend the rest of my life with, perfect well.” Claire was pacing back and forth the room, contemplating the next sentences she’ll say.

“Did you not ask me once if I have suitors of my own? Because let me tell you, I’ve had tons of them since I was in high school! I can have any man I want and have them grasping from the palm of my hand!” Claire continued her rambunctious speech. This was not like her but this inner fury inside her made her such.

“Also, did you have to announce it during the dinner? Why not just tell me there was THIS plan before? Maybe I could’ve refused then rather than now - not like this because I swear I am not slightly embarrassed to make a fucking scene” Claire huffed then stopped pacing. She walked closer to her parents, stood in front of them and looked them straight in the eyes. “I will not marry James Fraser, in any way, shape or form. Do you hear me? If you so much as to trick me into it, I will leave this place and you’ll never hear from me ever again” Claire knew it was a tad overboard but she was really angry.

Her parents looked at each other, having a silent conversation of their own Claire’s eyes softened a bit and darted to and from her mother and father, willing them to give her a viable explanation. “Mama, Papa, why are you doing this? What is going on?” Her parents just continued to look at each other and then to her then back to each other.

“Tell me, god damn it!!!

“It’ll be good for the business and the company” her father blurted out.

“So, that’s it?! This arranged marriage is a business merger?? Can you not do it without me getting hitched?!”

“We need to protect our assets and this is the best way how – this is for your own good and the family’s as well” Henry explained defiantly.

“Also, we like him and we want him for you” her mother tried back.

“That is not your choice to make! This is my life!” Claire hated that she sounded like a whiny teenager but she needed to stand her ground if there is a way of getting out of this crazy idea. “I worked so hard, to study, to be a woman of my choosing – ”

“Protecting and continuing the family legacy is what we’ve instilled in you since you were young. This is just stepping into that role.” Her father said steadily. This standoff is shifting its balance and its not in Claire’s favor.

“I know very well the role I have in this family and I take that very seriously. Uncle Lamb’s legacy means the world to me too.”

“Then this arrangement should be of no problem to you.” Henry said sternly. “And Jamie is a fine, young man, a close friend of the family’s, we approve of him – it is the perfect situation for all of us.”

Claire was dumbfounded by what her father just said. She couldn’t think and just barely managed to move from where she stood. When the words finally sink in, she shook her head then composed herself then continued to battle her parents on.

-

Jamie

“I suppose ye have questions” Brian started, filling the silence that was occupied by the ticking of the clock.

“Ye think?” Jamie snorted back. “I just come back after a six-month trip, suddenly invited to a dinner with my family and friends, and then this announcement?”

Brian looked at Ellen and with her nod, he took a deep breath before speaking.

“Lad, we kent why you suddenly went on this wee trip and it was not just to find some new authors. It’s to prove yourself successful in your own way not for us but for Claire.”

Jamie flinched at his parents. Nobody knew that. Nobody knew he liked Claire. Nobody knew she was the reason he left. Nobody knew that he was trying to prove something. Nobody. He told no one and yet, his parents have known all along.

With his shocked look, her mother continued the story. “Janet saw you try to approach Claire in uni but when you saw him with, what’s his name, oh, Frank Randall, a PhD Student, accomplished man, we knew you had to try and at least make yourself a contender for her heart.” Ellen explained to his gaping son. “You wanted to be your own man, make and do something that is yours.”

“We’ve always known you liked Claire growing up and we also knew you were too respectful of her dreams to try and ruin it” Brian chimed back in.

“Then why are you doing this now?” Jamie said, hopelessly embarrassed that he even tried to keep it a secret.

“Ye ken the Randalls, aye?” Brian stressed. “Claire doesn’t know that her parents know that she and Frank been secretly seeing each other this past month. Naturally, they did some digging and background check, and found a lot of red flags in their family as well as in Frank. Aside from his family having shady business dealings, we believe he’s wooing her to get access to her ancestor’s, Lambert Beauchamp’s, original notebooks, records, books, etc. for his dissertation. It will not be good for her nor to anyone. We need to protect her.” His father insisted.

“Why not just tell Claire all these?” Jamie fired back. True, he wanted Claire but not like this. He did not work hard just to be handed something he didn’t earn. He was a better man than that and his parents must know that.

“Do you think she’ll approve to know that her parents, technically, broke a lot of privacy protocols to know what they know? No. She’ll be more livid and she’ll run straight to Frank just to prove a point. You know how stubborn she can be?” Jamie knew and he wouldn’t be surprised if Claire went off and ran away with him, maybe, even marry him, just out of her spite. Claire was a careful lass when it comes to her dreams but was impulsive when someone tries to dictate her life.

“And this is a better alternative?” Jamie reasoned.

“Aye, at least, there’s a reason to keep an eye on her or for you to keep an eye on her” Brian answered back.

“By deceiving her, lying to her?” Brian and Ellen shrugged in resignation. They knew the weight of the burden they’re asking Jamie to carry but if they could think of any other way, they’d do it in a heartbeat. “What do you expect this arrangement will accomplish?” Jamie couldn’t help but ask. Despite the weirdness of the situation, he was rather curious.

“Well, we went far as keeping Claire out of the Randalls and for you, I guess, finally having a chance to court her?” Ellen said, breaking the information.

Jamie sinked down to his chair and ran his fingers in his hair. This was too complicated, too archaic, too messed up and just too…much. “Da, don’t you think I can do that on my own?”

“I know ye can but the situation kind of forced it now.”

They can still hear Claire’s faint screaming from the other room as she continued to barrage her parents with questions.

“What do you expect me to say to Claire?”

“That they leave to you. She’s probably too angry at them to believe a word they will say but they ask that you leave the shady business behind first until they can look at it further.”

Jamie nodded in understanding but still, the fact is, they’ve trampled themselves in some sort of tricky situation.

“She will never forgive me for this if she knew the truth. I know it” Jaime said, defeated, but Claire’s safety comes first.

Brian placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder in support. “If your feelings are as true as you know them to be, then hopefully – hopefully, she’ll come around”

-

“I can perfectly protect the family business even as a doctor! I don’t need a husband to do that for me!”

Jamie could still hear Claire argue with her parents but they’ve been there long enough and the night needed to end. After his talk with his parents, and with the sudden revelation of his true feelings, it was a no-brainer that Jamie was in this plan now. However, he would not still allow for this “engagement” to Claire be the thing that gets them together – he doesn’t want it that way and she probably doesn’t want it that way either. He wanted her and he wanted to earn her trust and love – not through this forced arrangement.

So, he focused at the task at hand: Keep Claire away from the Randalls – this is priority #1. He’s almost sure Henry and Julia conjured up an improbable reason and he decided to just go and run with whatever reason they built. He doesn’t know it yet but once it comes up, it’s his turn to continue with the story. He’s works in publishing, surely he can come up with one fast?

He ran his hands through his face and hair to prepare himself then Jamie knocked on the door to interrupt the Beauchamp’s.  

“What?!” Claire retorted forcefully. She was nowhere near done with her parents.

“It’s Jamie.” he heard shuffling on the other side and the door swung open.

Instead of addressing Claire, he turned to her parents. “Uncle Henry, Aunt Julia, would you mind giving the room to me and Claire?”

“Jamie, I am not done speaking - “ she tried to stop them but they were out the door and Jamie closed it behind him.

“You seriously cannot agree to this!” Claire began pacing again.

“I don’t” he said calmly, rooted in where he stood.

“Then let’s tell them that nothing going to happen! They can’t dictate our lives like this! Get married?! Did they even think for once that we might have prospects of our own, that we want to choose who spend the rest of our lives with?” Claire was rambling, explaining away the reasons this arrangement was ridiculous.

“Claire, you know your parents and you know mine. They wouldn’t do this if there was no valid reason.”

“And you think this business merger is a valid, ENOUGH reason?”

So that is what they told her. Jamie decided to just run with it.

“No, not enough.” he said, playing along with the ruse.

“Then someone tell me more because I am left out in the dark here”

“So am I.” he lied. “But I have an idea - but you won’t like it”

“As long as it does not lead to the altar, I’m open”

“Well, ye and I dinna ken the bottomline of this setup. I thought if we investigated for ourselves and find out how this all came to be, maybe we can catch their intention and stop it there”

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Claire asked, brows furrowing.

“Ye got any other ideas?”

“Yeah, shove “no” into their faces”

Jamie had to laugh at that remark then turned serious. “And when ye do that, they’ll force our hand by making an announcement to the media and then breaking the engagement off will be harder to do. It’ll be a scandal to both our families.” Jamie said as if knowing that’s exactly what their parents are going to do. “That is when everything can be lost”

Claire sat down, tired and resigned. “So what, we just engaged, just like that?”

He moved and sat beside her, not touching but close enough to radiate enough trust in what they're about to embark on. “Ye ken the theater? We can just make them believe we are running along with it. All the while, we can hitch our own plan and find a way to let this die as quietly as possible”

“Pretend we’re engaged? You know I’m a bad actor” she said and Jamie nodded in agreement. “Ye are.” Claire laughed in return then looked at Jamie - her childhood friend turned fake-engaged fiancé?

“As long as there are no other viable plans, I agree to give it a go. Now, what happens next?” she asked.

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Both came out of the study and walked towards their parents who were having a deep conversation of their own. Sensing their children, all four turned to them in anticipation.

“We have come to a decision” Jamie began. Their parents sat straighter in wait. “We have agreed to this arrangement” He put his hand up to stop them from rejoicing and they immediately backed down. “However, we have conditions. Break one of them and we break this off” Jamie took charge and Claire silently stood beside him in support and solidarity.

“First, no announcements shall be made to the media of any kind – newspaper, internet, all types.”

“Second, you cannot tell anyone else in our family – not Jenny, Willie or Rabbie. Only the six of us will know until we’re ready to tell them ourselves.”

“Third, we will decide when and where to get married. No questions as pertaining the details of the…wedding…that is to come may be asked in the duration of this engagement”

The words falling out of Jamie's lips felt foreign to him but he needed to be strong for this - he can be strong for this, for Claire. He looked straight in the eyes of all their parents and let them know how hard this is for him and what he received in return was a look that said that they understood and they were grateful.

“Is that all?” Henry asked and both nodded. He then looked to his wife, then to the Frasers, and then to Claire and Jamie. “If that’s all then, we agree to your conditions” The four parents rose and gave their children hugs and everyone resumed the night as if everything was okay and nothing crazy happened at all.

A/N: First, I am so sorry this chapter took a while to come around. I knew the story in my head a while back but putting them down on paper has put me in a little writer's block. But I just took a social media break and had a little bit more creative space to push this through. :) I'm not a super angsty person so apologies if the angst isn't all that much but I really tried! :) So excited that I get to push this story along now - and yes, in this story, the Randalls are really shady, douchy, people. So Frank fans, sorry in advance! As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome. Your messages mean a lot! <3 #Chapter3HereWeCome

[theburningsensationofpoetry]

BMC Ghost AU: Meeting Michael Mell

(I tried my hardest (´∀｀；) It sucks, but bare with me...I’ll fix anything that doesn’t seem right, I just used a Shakespeare translator...I didn’t research much.)

For: @wowthatsartbruh and @gelasticat

Michael awoke from his bed feeling a chill up his spine.

Surprising enough he didn’t feel the need to yawn, or even stretch. Odd, but it happened every once in a while.

He sat up visibly awake, feeling an energy around him. A familiar one.

He stepped off his bed starting to step down the stairs to the kitchen. He took in the smell of freshly baked waffles from the toaster. His mom knew it was his favorite, but why today? Today wasn’t a special day?

Michael excitedly ran down the stairs, trying not to trip (Which he didn’t!) to stop dead in his tracks.

He saw his two moms visibly sobbing.

Michael’s face turned from happy to mortified. “Mom? Nanaya? What’s wrong?” He tried to give them a weak smile, but to find they weren’t listening.

“Guys?” Michael moved forth to grasp his mom's shoulder, but finding his hand slipping through her skin, like a hologram.

Michael’s whole body shook at that one moment. He looked up to his mom’s faces.

“Guys? Please I’m right here!” Michael shrieked wailing his hands in the air. He went around them and found himself wanting to create tears from his eyes. But nothing came.

“Please.”

He looked to his side, on the granite counter was a jar...The jar read ‘Michael Manning Mell’.

“This is not true.” he muttered under his breath. He gritted his teeth took in a moment. “THIS IS NOT FUCKING TRUE!”

He gripped at his hair, not feeling the least bit of pain.

“This is all a dream. If I close my eyes, everything will be okay...It will be okay” Michael continued to chant this to himself

….

….

before he opened his eyes to find a shorter girl staring at him intensely.

“Uhh hi?” Michael choked out, still feeling a tad anxious and concerned on what’s happening.

She had a bob cut, a bigger frame, she had a caramel skin tone, but peculiar she had red marks on her neck, her neck seemed to be thinner and longer than her body proportions. Giving her a creepy vibe.

“Good morrow to you, sir, please follow me.” She spoke in a tone of some sophisticated white person. Michael was cautiously following her. He found himself walking away from his moms, leaving to the living room.

“Am I…”

“Dead? Aye, t'will take you a moment to remember thy death. It is common.”

He stopped and took a moment to think. Did he really die so young. He died looking like...Like him? He was going to look like this forever?

The girl must have saw the discomfort, for she spoke up “don't worry about the appearance or family or future, look forward to thy life as a spirit.”

He sighed walking forward with her…

“What's your name?”

“Christine.”

They didn’t speak much but by the looks of it she seemed okay...And if he was dead he was going to needed to get used to it.

He found himself in his living room to have multiple guests in it.

All ranging from creepiness levels.

Michael screeched like a bratty 5 year old who just lost their elsa slippers.

“broth'r don't be afeard of my comrades, those gents are valorous people.” The short ghost insisted.

Michael gulped nodding.

A young man came forth with his body having multiple gunshot wounds in him. He put forth his hand, Michael hesitantly shook it. “Refer to me as jake sir.” The man nodded before stepping aside.

A lady came forth with a large hole in her neck, another bullet hole. She had a beautiful outfit. She reached for michaels hand, they shook hands and she pulled him into a hug. “Names brooke sweetie.”

The blonde girl walked away, to a reveal a stern looking young women.

She wore a nurses outfit and had a gunshot on her left side of her chest. She is a brunette, and she looked pissed.

She took michaels hand roughly and shook it.

“Names chloe, got it?”

Michael nodded quickly terrified of this ghost.

Then a scary looking female came through. She had half of her right face skin torn apart. Her right arm was torn off. A big gash was in her cheek.

Luckily as michael suspected he's dead, so he couldn’t vomit right now even if he really wanted too.

But when that girl gave him a soft smile and gave him the softest handshake he ever got. He knew she was a good person. Just a little broken.

He gave a toothy grin, giving the girl a small fragile gasp.

She skipped off along with the others leaving on more boy in the back to introduce himself.

He walked forth and Michael couldn’t help but let his lips part. The boy looked beautiful. Well he had flaws of course, like how something dripped a bit from his eyes, or how he had a some splotches of bumps giving him an ill look, but yet… if you looked at him something brought you a sense of honesty and comfort.

When he walked forward, michael was sure his non-beating heart did a flip.

Jeremy shook his hand and smiled.

“Aye good day huh? Your looking mighty fine and plump!” Was Michael hearing right. Plump? What the fuck.

“Wha-what. Fuck you!” Michael exclaimed not loudly, but in a mildly raised voice.

Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and he cleared his throat. “sir thou must has't not heard me right. I said thee wast looking very fine and plump, or would well rounded be more to your liking?”

“Asshole.” Michael stated walking away crossing his arms over his stomach.

Jeremy looked grieved, as well as confused.

Jeremy walked to the opposite side if the zig zag line of ghosts avoiding michael.

Meanwhile michael was angry, everyone was nice yeah, but the one guy he thought was cute was an asshole.

“well now that thou has met everyone, thee can explore as a ghost! t shalt be the most excimenting. And no need to tell us your name, we know already!” Christine clapped her hands together in enjoyment. She starting to move through a wall scaring michael, before he hit his head and thought ‘your dead dingus’

He found everyone around him moving to go somewhere and he decided to go see his moms, but before he could he felt a cold hand upon his shoulder.

It was the jerk from before.

“broth'r, methinks we didn't formally meet right...did I do something wrong...?” Jeremy spoke starting to fiddle with his left sleeve.

Michael turned around and took a look at this kid. He didn’t seem to aim to make fun of him. From the looks of it, he looked to be from a different age. He looked like a weird guy from a history book.

“First of all yeah! You caused some beef with me. I don’t like being called a fat pig.”

Jeremy gasped slightly.

“Sir! I would never call you a pig! Fat yes, but that is a wonderful thing! Thy legs has't wonderful curves, thou has't better structure than any here, thou stomach is most likely soft and comfortable, thou has beautiful stripped marking of a god like creature, thou lips are thick and grand! Thy shouldn't be ashamed of your figure, you should be most joyful! As a handsome man yourself, I would be hounderd if you even found one thing beautiful in I.”

Michael was not processing what he said whatsoever.

He was stuck on the words he got ‘beautiful, grand, god like…’ Did someone think his weight was...beautiful?

“Is this some kind of joke? Like thanks and all, but your beautiful too.”

Jeremy's eyes shot up.

“W-what sir?” “You're beautiful too. I don’t know if you meant what you said, but look..” Michael took a step further to Jeremy. “You got a beautiful figure as w-well. You have a well sculpted body, you have beautiful eyes, your hair looks like really really soft. Can I pet it?” Jeremy nodded and Michael being taller pet Jeremy's hair and giggled. “I was right. It is soft. Look.. You're beautiful too. And if you think...My weight is beautiful then you gotta be over a 10 to me.”

Jeremy looked shocked then broke out into a smile. He got down on one knee and spoke “My dearest Michael would you be proudest to be engaged to me.”

“What.”

“My dearest-”

“I heard that, engage? Wouldn’t you want to, i dunno take me on a date?” Michael giggled.

“But sir, with all due respect, I have been waiting for a moment to meet you in person and marry you.” He smiled then turning red “B-but not like this! I wouldn’t want you to ever perish from your family! I j-just always saw you and I w-wanted to marry you alive. W-when you spoke of being, attracted to males, I had the same thought. Knowing it was wrong in my time, b-but times have changed and michel would thou be honored to marry me!” Jeremy was a persistent piece of shit, but Michael found it cute.

“Okay how about this…” michael learned close to jeremy. “If you take me on one date, your choice of place, and if it's good I will consider marrying you.” Michael smirked seeing the joyful and terrified look on jeremy's face.

“You have my word. I shall find the perfect place for us!” He started to scoot off when michael yelled “You have two hours!”

Jeremy shrieked moving faster.

Michael wheezed out laughing enjoying Jeremy trying to have a good date.

He went to see his mom's,he found his mom's where seated on his bed holding their hands together.

Having a better look at the room he saw something on the wall. Scorch marks. It was coming back. The electricity running through his body. He swore he felt a shock go through him. He took another look at his moms who hugged once more.

He stepped forth to his moms, and tried to wrap his arms around them.

He wish he could tell them it would be alright, he wished he could be their by their side. None of that was going to happen. He was going to be this age forever, he was going to watch his family get old and die.

He felt himself sick at his nonexistent stomach at the thought of that. He found himself having to move out of the room not before he found himself saying one last words to his moms.

“Please stay strong.” He swore he saw their head snap up, but he decided to leave the room, before he could get a response.

He walked down the stairs, forgetting he could easily fly if he knew how.

He found Jenna and jake playing goldfish.

“How do you guys play if ghosts can't move things?” Michael asked shocked and ashamed.

Jenna rolled her eyes and looked to him. “Yeah we can!” She had a really raspy voice...dang…”we put it backup and its really light so we can move it!”

Michael shrugged and went to go play with them. Eventually the whole group was playing and he was learning more about them.

Like how their all cursed. Great….

It seemed like a long two hours passed, because finally Jeremy showed up.

“Michael! A-are thy ready for our date?” He sheepishly smiled putting his hands behind his back smiling.

Michael chuckled putting his cards down to go forth with Jeremy.

“Is jerry going to kiss Michael?” Brooke whispered but not really.

“I hope so.” Jenna also didn’t really whisper causing both Michaels and Jeremy's cold faces to feel warm.

“Jeremiah is going to mess it up. Ten bucks.” Chloe scoffed laughing.

“We don’t have money chlo Chlo.” Brooke said softly.

“It's an expression darling.” Jake spoke up.

Jeremy decided to link arms with Michael, Michael shrugged it off venturing forth to wherever Jeremy was taking him.

Jeremy was taking him to a wall… “Hey Jeremy?” Jeremy hummed in response looking up at him. “Can we use the front door and walk their? If possible?” Michael flicked his thumb across his pointer finger, a typical thing when he got anxious.

He was visibly uncomfortable with being ghost. Just dying. He wanted to pretend he was alive for the most part.

“Of course!” Jeremy chirped leading Michael to the front door.

They had to phase through it, but Michael was okay for the most part.

They walked down the cold street not feeling the chills that would have ran through his human body.

They walked for at least 15 minutes mindlessly chatting when they arrived at a local zoo, the zoo was fairly big, but it was not as big as some up in New York.

Jeremy took him through the gate to see all the animals they could.

Most were just covered or put up, but Jeremy knew the animals that where there.

He wanted to show Michael the penguins or the lizards.

He went for the penguins.

They walked back of the park, usually for the employees.

Jeremy showed him the way to the door of the penguin exhibit, Bowing as he did.

Michael softly giggled sending a butterfly up Jeremy’s empty stomach.

Michael walked through hesitantly...but then looking amazed as he saw what’s before him.

Glimmering in the little light their was, the snow around the area.

A little pond with a light waterfall.

Michael stood amazed.

Jeremy walked through chuckling as Michael stood amazed.

Truth be told Michael has only been to petting zoos as a kid. He just was never close to them in his hometown.

Jeremy led him to a ledge and layed down. Michael sat down with him looking down at the penguins that sat protecting eggs.

Jeremy wrapped his lanky arm around Michael, smiling.

Michael smiled contently looking at a the penguins once more.

One particular penguin stepped off of their egg they were sitting on.

The egg wiggled and a chip went through.

Michael gasped scooting a forward a bit, not getting out of Jeremy’s grasp.

More chips came through the egg, a fuzzy penguin came out.

Michael was looking at it with pure wonder and enjoyment.

“Jeremy.”

“Yes?”

“I might take you up on that offer.”

[jamesboy3421]

May 3rd, 2018

11:55: Jxn- Hey, sorry about that. I have anxiety issues and I’ve been meaning to ask you myself but yeah...xD 

14:17: Jms- That’s alright, I get the feeling. I’ve seen you plenty of times, been wanting to say hi. You wear awesome stuff XD

14:19: Jxn- Thanks lol, what school do you go to?

14:21: Jxn- I love your name btw

14:22: Jms- Frankfort. You? / There we go wouldn’t send / And aye thanks. Yours is pretty cool as well, man

14:22: Jxn- Little Falls

14:23: Jxn- I hope so, I chose it lol

14:23: Jms- Oh cool / I chose mine too

14:25: Jms- That’s pretty crazy man XD

14:25: Jxn- Is it alright if I ask when you came out?

14:26: Jms- Ye. You mean like to the school or just in general?

14:16: Jxn- Both

14:27: Jms- Came out to friends freshman year, and family just a year ago. Only managed to tell my school a few months ago :p

14:29: Jxn- Oh jeez. I had suspicions since I was lioe 13 because I was always wayyyy more into girls and shit to I knew something was up. Then I figured out completely when I was 15 and came out to my friends and (latwr in the year) parents and people just figured it out from there. I’m gonna be 18 in August so I’ve been out a while.

14:30: Jxn- I figured out I was pan too

14:30: Jms- Jeez lucky. I wish I could’ve been out sooner but my mom isn’t really a fan o this kinda stuff so I couldn’t do much / Aye same

14:32: Jxn- I’m sorry, that sucks

14:33: Jms- Nah it’s all good. She ain’t around much anyways.

14:33: Jxn- How come? Do you mind talking about it?

14:34: Jms- I don’t mind talkin about it. She cheated on me dad so woop.

14:34: Jxn- Oh shit

14:34: Jms- I don’t gotta deal with her much now yeah

14:35: Jms- Is your whole family good with this stuff?

14:36: Jxn- I’m luvky I don’t have to deal with that shit. My parents are together and they don’t mind much that I’m trans or pan. They aren’t super excited or anything but they know abput it and they don’t mind. They just started somewhat trying to say the right names, atleast with writing it down.

14:36: Jms- Aye good for you my man

14:37: Jxn- Yeah lol

14:38: Jms- You’re honestly like the second trans person I’ve talked to beside myself so I apologize if I get weird, just happy XD

14:38: Jxn- Its fine, I get that feeling

14:39: Jxn- I have so many lgbt and beyond friends its ridiculous but before I didn’t really have anyone like that / I always get excited when I meet other trans people

14:40: Jms- Yeah same. When guidance talked to me they said there were like four other trans kids in the school and I’ve just been excited to find someone to talk to.

14:41: Jxn- I bet. Well you can talk to me about anything like that, I’m good at listening...I think xD

14:41: Jms- That’s usually my line dang XD

14:41: Jxn- Oh shit really?

14:42: Jms- Ye. Listening is like my one good skill (hopefully) so I say stuff like that a lot.

14:42: Jxn- Ahhh, same.

14:43: Jms- Anxiety makes the talking part o things a tad bit harder so yeah

14:44: Jxn- Yeaaahhh / I had anxiety just shooting that message to you earlier

14:45: Jms- Dude I’ve been working my way up to talking to you since I first saw you in full Tøp merch XD Glad you got to me first

14:45: Jxn- I kept telling my friends things that were over the top like “what if he thinks I’m annoying because I was acting weird. What if he was just doing it to be nice” / Im paranoid about everything

14:45: Jms- Saw me / Saame* dang it

14:45: Jxn- Yesss same / I haven’t been this excited in a while lol

14:46: Jms- This is wicked cool XD

14:46: Jxn- Yes / What class did you take in bicis

14:47: Jms- I take Building Construction

14:47: Jxn- Ah, I take Culinary

14:48: Jms- What kinda stuff do you guys make? We can always smell it when out on the house

14:48: Jxn- Not to be weird but while I’m waiting for my friends I always look out for you. That soumds really creepy. / Ive been working up the nerve to talk to you

14:49: Jxn- A lot of shit lol

14:49: Jms- That’s ironic that we’ve kinda just been watching and wanting to talk to each other

14:50: Jxn- Yeah Kaitlin made me xD / Glad she did

14:50: Jms- Same here

14:51: Jxn- We shpuld attempt to talk to eachother in person tomorrow if I don’t freak out and have a heart attack

14:52: Jms- Definitely

14:52: Jxn- Yes lol

14:53: Jxn- If I can find you through the forest of tall as guys and girls / I feel like a lot of trans guys are really sgort and a lot of trans gurls are really tall

14:53: Jms- Yeee

14:54: Jxn- Omg yesss I say that all the time

14:55: Jms- Woot

14:55: Jxn- Lol, we sound like fan girls or some shit. / Like  we saw tyler or josh

14:56: Jms- Now that would be amazing

14:56: Jxn- Yes it would, but I’m fine with this

14:57: Jxn- Well not fine, happy with this

14:57: Jms- I am very happy with this

14:58: Jxn- Yayy

14:58: Jms- Wooty woot

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20:14: Jxn- We have a lot more in common than I thought we would

20:15: Jms- Honestly same

20:16: Jms- You’re surprisingly easy for me to talk to my dude

20:16: Jxn- To be honest you don’t look lioe you’re trans, you look like a guy, I just kind of knew somehow. / I got that vibe / Same

20:17: Jms- Trans guys can just tell these things XD / And thank ye for saying that

20:17: Jxn- Kaitlin asked me how I knew that, she didn’t have a clue. / Well you do lol

20:18: Jms- I had my eye on you for a while but I could never tell cause you just looked normal.

20:18: Jxn- What do you mean / Scopin’ out tge trans bois

20:19: Jxn- Tsk tsk James, tsk tsk

20:19: Jms- I mean you don’t look like you’re trans. I couldn’t tell for a while if you were or not. / And ye when I heard there was more I immediately kept watch for y’all

20:20: Jxn- I bet lol

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