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[harrywavycurly]

Handle With Care: What Have You Heard?

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CW: Language, one tiny moment of anger/jealousy, mentions of how your ex treated you and so much fluff it might make you sick😂

A/N: I left this open to revisit these two weirdos because I have truly loved writing them. Thanks for allowing me to take a stab at frat Harry! This has been a very fun mini series and I’m glad y’all enjoyed it! I hope you’re happy with their ending✨

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Summary: Harry is determined to get you to like him while you are more worried about the fact he hasn’t kissed you yet✨📦

It’s only been a little over twenty four hours since you asked Harry to leave your apartment and it’s as if all of a sudden the universe doesn’t want you to have the chance to forget about him. You’ve seen him everywhere possible in the apartment complex the two of you live in, the first time was in the elevator which is understandable since you live two floors under him. You were bound to see him on his way down to the lobby or the gym, but you just weren’t expecting it to happen so soon and what you really weren’t expecting was for him to look so distraught when his eyes met yours. The look on his face was as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but he had to hold himself back resulting in an almost painful looking smile making you just look away and down at your feet as the two of you endured a silent ride down to the parking lot.

The second time you saw him was at the gym that same evening, and the embarrassing thing about this moment was the fact you weren’t even there to work out. You just finally had a chance to go take a look at it, figuring that maybe one day you’ll want to use it so it would be nice to be sorta familiar with the space and he just so happened to be there running on a treadmill that was facing the door. It was as if he could just sense you had entered the room because he looked up and immediately you felt a flush cover your face because he was extremely shirtless allowing you to see every inked inch of his torso including the butterfly on his stomach and then there were his arm, his very well defined arms. You know he saw you because his eyes lit up and a small smile formed on his face while you tried to figure out how to leave the space as quickly as possible without making it seem like he was the reason you were leaving in such a hurry.

Now it’s been a full two days and you have managed to run into him in the mailroom. You silently curse your amazon addiction because of course Harry is also down here getting his package since they got delivered by the same delivery person. But unlike the other times he’s seen you Harry decides that this time the two of you should talk because clearly the two of you aren’t going to be able to avoid each other as easily as you thought while living in the same complex.

“I’m sorry.” The moment the words leave his mouth you find yourself freezing in your spot by the shelf that has your box on it. “I shouldn’t have assumed some flowers and a box of plates was going to be enough get you to forgive me and want to ride off into the sunset together.” He lets out a sigh as he basically talks to your back since you don’t make any moves to turn around and look at him.

“I do forgive you Harry.” You tell him as you turn so you can face him, keeping your eyes on the floor. “It just doesn’t change how you acted and-and that’s why I’m not riding off into the sunset with you.” When you finally look at him he just nods his head because he knows he can’t change how he acted towards you, he can only show you how it’s not how he normally acts.

“I just want you to get to know me. Because that’s the only way you’ll understand that I’m not full of shit when I say I’m usually not like that.” Harry really doesn’t care how desperate he sounds because honestly that’s exactly how he feels.

He knows he should give you all the space and time possible for you to be the one to want to get to know him but he just can’t risk that never happening. Something inside of him knows the two of you aren’t meant to never speak again, he knows there’s something there and he’s not going to give up on it even if it means begging you to give him another chance.

“Maybe we can go have coffee or something simple like that? It doesn’t have to be anything besides two people getting to know each other.”

“I uh don’t know Harry I’m-I’m sorry I have to go.” You look away from him so you don’t have to see the utter disappointment on his face as you turn and grab your box off the shelf before you walk out of the mailroom door.

“Smooth Harry real fucking smooth.” Harry mumbles to himself as he runs a hand through his hair before he grabs his packages and leaves the mailroom, making sure to use the stairs so he doesn’t end up making you feel uncomfortable by sharing an elevator with him.

When you get back to your apartment you do the only thing you can think to do in this situation. You reach out to Niall who shockingly also happens to be in your complex, at least for the evening. So with a promise from him to stop by in the morning on his way out you begin to relax a little. You know that Niall will help you come to a decision about what to do about Harry because he’s known him for years so if anyone can shed light on how Harry really is it’ll be his bestfriend, Niall Horan.

Niall tries not to look at you like you’re crazy as you stand in the middle of your kitchen holding your mug of coffee while you tell him everything that happened when you saw Harry a few days ago. He nods along to your story as he leans against your counter with his arms crossed over his chest, giving you his full attention as you tell him one of the oddest stories he’s heard in a while because he’s not sure he’s ever experienced anything like the tingling and warming sensation you’re describing all because Harry touched you. But this isn’t the first time he’s heard about the odd zap like feeling because Harry described something very similar happening to him whenever you touched him so he knows it has to mean something he’s just not sure what exactly.

“Okay so he was an asshole to you because he likes you so much? That’s what he said?” Niall asks making you just nod your head before taking a sip of your coffee. “So you’ve somehow made the wires in that small little brain of his all crisscrossed makin’ him act like a right jackass.”

“I just don’t think that’s a good excuse for how he acted.” You argue as you walk over and place your mug in the sink. “I don’t want to let someone who can be mean like that into my life again.” You explain as you look down at your slippers, not wanting to see the sad and sympathetic look Niall is going to give you because it’s one you’re used to getting once people realize who your ex is because he isn’t known for being the nicest or the most caring.

“Now I know Harry was a bit of a twat but trust me love I’d never suggest the two of you get to know each other more if I thought for a second he was anything like that actual wanker of an ex of yours.” Niall says in hopes it’ll reassure you that Harry isn’t as bad as he made you think he was, he just had some issues going on that he couldn’t get control of such as his brain not telling him when to keep his mouth shut.

“I don’t know Niall he acted just like him.”

“Ever since he’s realized he likes you he’s been nothing but nice right?”

“Yes but that doesn’t change how he acted before he realized how he felt about me. We aren’t kids anymore we don’t go around being mean to girls we have crushes on.” Niall can’t say anything to that because you’re right, Harry has some things he needs to really make up for.

“I get that. But let me ask you this. What all have you heard about Harry Styles?” You let out a sigh as you send Niall a glare as he quirks a brow at you waiting to hear what all you’ve heard about his bestfriend.

“That he’s charming and nice.”

“What else?”

“He’s handsome and at parties he plays good music and uh I think some girls said they’d feel fine leaving their drink alone with him at a party. He’s funny uhm-oh he gives good hugs.” Niall has to hold back his laugh at your last thing because it’s one he’s also heard about Harry and he would have to agree, the man gives a damn good hug.

“It’s because he doesn’t pull away until you do-the hug thing. That’s why they are so good.” You feel your cheeks get warm as you imagine Harry holding you until you feel ready to let go, wondering if he’d really let you stand there for however long you needed or if he’d get annoyed with your clinginess after a minute or two. “But do any of those things sound like someone who’s that big of an asshole? I don’t think Cody has ever been called charming a day in his bloody life.” Niall points out as he walks the short distance so he’s closing the gap between the two of you allowing him to place a hand on your arm.

“Maybe just let him try to show you the Harry he normally is? Because you can’t deny that there’s something going on between you two with your tingles and his zaps.” You smile as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. “And if you get to know him a bit and still think he’s a raging asshole then so be it. Just kick his lanky ass to the curb and move on.” Niall smiles when you let out a little giggle as he runs his hand up and down your arm a few times before letting go.

“I guess I-I could maybe try to get to know him a little more.” You say giving in to Niall’s sweet talking about how if all else fails you just tell Harry to leave you alone for good and move on with your life.

“M’gonna be honest with you love I think he’s like proper smitten with you so uh-don’t be all shocked if he comes on a little strong.” He warns as he turns to make his way towards your front door, you feel your tummy do a weird flip thing as you try to think of Harry being so far gone for you while you don’t even know if you want to be around him or not.

“But he’s still a gentleman of sorts so if you tell him to fuck off he will. Just wanted to give you a warning that’s all.” He rushes to explain when he turns to glance at you over his shoulder and sees a panicked look on your face.

“Thank-” Your words are cut short by a knock on your door that makes Niall instantly turn to answer it as if he was the one expecting company at your apartment. You tighten the belt of your robe as Niall swings the door open only to reveal a very startled looking Harry.

“Niall? Wha-what the hell are you-” Harry stops talking as he looks over Niall’s shoulder and sees you standing in your kitchen in a colorful robe that ends a few inches past your knees with your hair in a messy bun as if you just woke up. But it’s when he looks at Niall who is in just jeans and a wrinkled shirt with his hair all over the place that he begins to feel a surge of anger corse through his veins.

“Now don’t go overreactin’ Harry I just came by to see how she was doing and she made me some coffee that’s all.” Niall quickly explains once he can practically see the steam coming off Harry as his green eyes stare into his blue ones.

“Really? You just happened to be in the neighborhood is that is?” You furrow your brows as you cross your arms over your chest and watch the two men standing in your doorway have an intense staring contest.

“I was actually. Just a floor above if you must know so I figured it would be rude if I left the building without popping by.” Harry raises a brow at Niall who just gives him a playful wink as he reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. “Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna go do my walk of shame back to my car. Call me whenever you’re done bein a prick.” Harry’s glare softens as he finally puts together exactly what Niall is saying, you just shake your head as you watch Harry move to the side so Niall can make his way out the door and into the hallway.

“I hope you were safe because the world doesn’t need anymore Horans yet!” Harry shouts down the hallway at Niall who responds with flipping Harry the bird as reaches the elevators.

“Good morning Harry.” Your voice brings Harry back to the whole reason he’s standing in your doorway, you can see him physically become more relaxed as soon as he turns his head and makes eye contact with you. His shoulders slump the slightest bit and his eyes get this soft look to them while the corners of his mouth turn upwards giving you a hint of a smile.

“Good morning.” He says with a smile as he brings his hand up to give you a small wave while he looks at you with a fondness that has a small blush beginning to creep its way onto your cheeks.

“You can come in if you’d like.” Harry eagerly steps inside your apartment, closing the door behind him before he takes a few small steps towards where you’re standing in the kitchen.

You can tell he is nervous and you can understand why, when you saw him last night he was asking you to give him a chance to get to know him and you walked away, making you still a little shocked that he decided to come knock on your door this morning. But then you remember what Niall said about him being smitten with you and it makes a little more sense as to why Harry just can’t let you go.

“Do you maybe want to take a walk with me? Through the park across the street?”

“A walk?”

“Uh yes or do you-you prefer the word stroll instead? I can call it whatever you want.” He fumbles a bit as you stare at him with an expression he can only take as confusion. You chew on your bottom lip as you look down at your robe and the slippers on your feet, of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry so he tries to offer a solution. “I can wait at my place for you to get ready if you want? Or if you don’t want to go that’s fine too I can-”

“You really came here at eight in the morning to see if I wanted to go on a walk?” You question as you look back up at him not fully understanding why he would bother asking you on a walk when he mentioned wanting to get coffee just last night.

“I figured it would be better if we hung out in open places so if you uh get-get upset or something you wouldn’t feel trapped with me you could just walk away.” As odd as his reasoning sounds you can’t help but feel a small smile want to form on your face at the fact he doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re stuck anywhere with him if you suddenly feel uncomfortable.

“That’s very thoughtful of you Harry.” He smiles at your kind words, you move around the kitchen and begin heading for your bedroom making Harry wonder if you’re about to kick him out or just leave him standing there like the idiot he’s beginning to think he is. “I’ll just be a few minutes. Feel free to have some coffee if you’d like.” Your words make a sigh of relief escape Harry’s lungs as he gives you a nod before you disappear into your bedroom to get dressed.

There’s an odd but also comfortable silence surrounding you and Harry as you walk through the park across from your apartment complex. You can feel his eyes on you every now and then but you haven’t let yourself look over at him yet, knowing that the moment you do you’ll get distracted by the way his hair looks pushed up and out of his face or how nice his arms look in the fitted black t shirt he has on with his usual skinny jeans and boots. And right now you want to try to just enjoy his company without any distractions but Harry seems to have other plans because just at you’re about to turn down a little path that passes the fenced in dog park he stops walking.

“Can I test something out really quickly?” He asks while he motions towards a bench behind you. You just nod and follow him, sitting down next to him but with some space between the two of you. It’s when he holds his hand out towards you, palm up that you begin to feel nervous, not sure what he wants you raise a brow at him as your eyes glance from his outstretched hand up to his face to meet his stare. “May I have your hand please? Just for a moment.”

“Uhm okay.” Your voice is shaky as you slowly hover your hand over his, not entirely ready to actually put your hands together. Harry sensing your nervousness gives you a smile and you swear his eyes turn a whole shade brighter as they stare into yours.

“You look really pretty today.” His voice is soft as his eyes dart down to the pink t shirt you have tucked into a pair of denim shorts. “I mean you always look pretty but I really like you in pink.” You know he’s trying to distract you from your nerves with his random compliments and normally you’d roll your eyes at someone giving you more than one in a row but coming from Harry as he looks at you with such adoration in his eyes your heart can’t help but want to melt.

“Thank you.” Harry just smiles as you look down at your hand that’s still hovering over his, you let out a deep breath and in one quick motion you press it against his and immediately you feel the tingling sensation begin to spread over your palm followed by a warmth that goes all the way down to your fingertips.

“What’s it feel like for you?”

“Like a uhm bee sting but without the pain. It’s a little tingly and warm.”

“Tingly and warm huh? That doesn’t sound too bad.” As he talks Harry slowly interlocks his fingers with yours so he’s fully holding your hand causing the warmth to spread up to your wrist.

“It’s not bad it was just a lot the uhm first time it happened and that’s-that’s why I was so out of it afterwards.” You explain as you try to ignore the slight tingle that hits your elbow when Harry gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why can’t you move on from me? You don’t even really know me.”

“I don’t know why I can’t move on from you. All I know is that you’re all I think about when you’re not around and anytime you touch me it’s like a lightning strike that goes all the way through me. I know that there’s something here and that you feel it too but you’re scared and that’s okay.” You swallow the small lump forming in your throat as Harry releases your hand so he can stand up and step over so he’s right in front of you. “I get why you’re scared. I was an asshole and you deserve better and you don’t even know if I can give you what you deserve because you don’t really know me either.” He kneels down so he can be eye level with you as he places a hand on your knee making a light tingling sensation go down to your toes.

“But all I’m asking is for you to give me a chance. To give this a chance.” You don’t know if it’s the way his voice hits your ears and sends a slight shiver down your spine, his hand on your knee that’s spreading a warmth down to your ankle, the way his eyes feel as if they can see right into the deepest parts of your heart as he stares at you or a mixture of all three that makes your mind suddenly forget all about the fear of getting hurt again.

“Okay.” You can tell by the look on Harry’s face that he wasn’t expecting the hear what you just let slip out of your mouth.

“Really? You-you’re serious? You want to give this a chance?” Harry’s eyebrows are raised in shock as the hand on your knee reaches for your hands that you have resting on your lap, placing his warm palm over both of them and giving them a soft squeeze.

“Yes.” You don’t give yourself time to overthink it, you know deep down that everything Harry has said is right. You know there’s something that keeps pulling you back to him so it’s worth taking a chance to get to know him and see where it goes because he’s worth taking a chance on. “You know I uhm saw you drop the flowers off because I was coming back from knocking on your door to talk to you about what happened the night of your party.” You confess as Harry looks at you like you’re the only person in the world that matters and in this moment he would say that’s true, or really anytime you’re around he’d say that’s true because if you’re anywhere near chances are you’re all he’s paying attention to.

“You went to my door? After I stormed off like a jerk?” He asks as he stands up and offers his hand to help you off the bench. You just nod and take his hand and feel your cheeks get warm when he doesn’t let it go, instead just slips his fingers between yours as the two of you begin walking.

“I wanted to see if you were okay and apologize if-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I was just frustrated that you didn’t feel what I did but it turns out you just hadn’t felt it yet.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel frustrated I just didn’t understand what you were talking about and then I felt uhm a little uh weird because I was just standing there in my nightgown and slippers and you kept staring at me with this-”

“Your nightgown had me frustrated in other ways but I’m sorry I didn’t even realize I was staring.”

“Harry.” He laughs as you reach over with your free hand and smack his arm making the familiar jolt go straight down to his fingertips. “You can’t say things like that.” You say with a small smile as you look away from him and down at your feet but Harry knows you’re not really upset because you give his hand a very small but still noticeable squeeze.

“I can’t? Why not? It was a very cute nightgown love.” He asks as he looks down at you with a playful grin. Harry decides right there as the two of you are walking down the path in the middle of the park near your apartments that he likes being the reason you smile and he really likes it when he’s the one causing the light pink tint that’s dusting your cheeks.

“You know I heard you were charming but this is way more than I expected.” You tease making Harry let out a scoff.

“I’m not being charming I’m just being honest. What else have you heard about me?”

“I just told you the charming thing so it’s your turn. What have you heard about me? If you’ve even heard anything about me. I know I wasn’t nearly as popular as you around campus.”

“You don’t like parties because there’s too many people and loud music annoys you. You like to read a lot and you want to be a teacher.” You weren’t sure what Harry was going to say but you didn’t expect it to be things you know he heard from the one person who oddly knows you the least even though you dated for over a year. So it hits you a little harder than you thought it would and you feel the need to let him know a few things he said aren’t true.

“I don’t mind parties. I like being around people and loud music can be annoying but only if it’s being played next door while I’m trying to sleep. I do enjoy reading but I didn’t want to be a teacher I wanted to be a school counselor.” You correct him with a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and that Harry has come to learn is the one you give when you’re trying to make it less obvious that you’re upset.

“I’m sorry it’s just what he told us.”

“You don’t have to apologize it’s okay.” This time when you smile Harry notices it’s genuine. You stop walking next to the fence that separates the dog park from the rest of the park. You reluctantly let go of Harry’s hand so you can turn and place your them on the top of the fence while letting out a sigh. “He used to breakup with me on the weekends there was a party he wanted to go to without me. Normally he’d do it on Friday with some excuse about needing space because I’m too clingy and then on Monday or Tuesday he’d be at my door begging for me to take him back because he missed me so much.” Harry feels his jaw clench as you tell him one of the ways your ex mistreated you, it’s no real surprise considering Harry only knows Cody from his visits to the parties thrown by the fraternity Harry was in and he was always alone when arriving but not when leaving.

“And I used to take him back every single time. Until about two or three months ago he told me he needed some distance so he could figure out a few things and when he came crawling back a few days later I told him I was done. He didn’t believe me of course he just said I was being dramatic and he’d come back when I was done being dumb.” You let out a shaky breath as the memories of him ending your relationship every few months and how you would be devastated while he was just out getting drunk and hooking up with other people come rushing back.

“I know people thought I was an idiot for staying with him for so long but I just liked the-the comfort of not having to worry about trying to find someone because even though he was an asshole most of the time he was nice-sometimes and he was still my boyfriend. God that sounds horrible-”

“Hey you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You feel Harry’s hand on your shoulder as suddenly he’s standing next to you. “I know he’s an asshole but if I would’ve known he was treating you like that I would’ve-well honestly I would’ve kicked his ass and-”

“Really you would’ve kicked his ass? Even though you had no clue who I was?” You ask as Harry drops his hand from his shoulder as you turn so you’re facing him while leaning against the fence. Harry wants to roll his eyes at your question because every time Harry saw your ex at one of his frat’s parties or just lingering around the house he’d want to kick him out but never had a solid reason to, so if he would’ve known all this back then he would’ve had reason to not only ban him from the fraternity’s house but also kick his ass and he would’ve loved every moment of it.

“I might not have known who you were but do you really think I didn’t notice you around campus? Like I never saw you walking around with that bright pink backpack with all those jingling keychains hanging off it? Or around the coffee shop enjoying your book while wrapped up in that yellow jumper with the white flowers all over it in the corner booth that has the most comfortable seat because the rest are lumpy and just horrible? I noticed you every time I saw you. I just didn’t know that I had been hearing about you from Cody all those times he’d come to the house and mention his girlfriend.” Harry smiles when he sees your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink as he lists off the times he saw you around campus but just didn’t know your name.

“My keychain collection is a bit out of control.” You admit making Harry laugh and nod his head as he reaches out and brushes a few hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“So to answer your question. If I would’ve known the girl with the pink backpack and the odd ability to always snag the best seat in the campus coffee shop was the one that prick was talking about I wouldn’t have hesitated to punch him in his annoying mouth.” Harry feels a wave of protectiveness hit him as he looks at you, wanting to save you from ever having to deal with anyone who would dare talk poorly about you or treat you in a way that makes you upset.

“I’ll happily go beat him up now if you’d like? I know where he lives.” The playful glare you give him is all the answer he needs, fighting your ex isn’t allowed.

“He’s not worth it.”

“Oh I know he’s not. But you are. Your happiness is worth a few bruised knuckles.” You don’t know what to say back to him as he grabs one of your hands. “I’d do anything to make you happy.” He explains as he brings your hand up to his lips, you watch as he gives the top of your hand a quick and soft kiss making a tingling sensation spread to your fingertips.

You know he means the words that just slipped out of his mouth, you know Harry would probably do just about anything for you and instead of that making you feel nervous like it did when you first realized how much Harry liked you it makes you feel a strange sense of relief. As if now that you’ve allowed yourself to let Harry in and let him show you how he can treat you the way you deserve, your happiness is no longer something you have to worry about all on your own. It’s now something you’re willing to allow Harry to have a say in because as you stare into his emerald colored eyes you get this feeling that you can trust him with the most breakable parts of yourself.

It’s been four days since your walk with Harry and since then he doesn’t think there’s been a time in his life he’s ever felt happier. Sure there’s been times when he’s been happy and felt content with his life, but nothing compares the the feeling he gets in his chest when he sees you staring at him with a smile on your face or when he gets you laughing so hard you get tears in corners of your eyes. He doesn’t know what the two of you are doing exactly, if you’d say he’s someone you’re dating or if it’s more but he also doesn’t really care because you let him hold your hand whenever he wants and he even got to kiss your cheek last night when he walked you to your door after taking you to dinner.

Harry can feel your presence behind him as he stands outside your shared apartment complex, a smile stretching across his face as he turns around just to see you smiling right back at him and he watches your cheeks get a bit pink as his eyes roam over your frame. Something Harry has learned about you is that you enjoy wearing bright colors so it’s not shocking to him that you’ve decided to go with a pair of jeans and a yellow top with a sunflower on it. It makes sense to him that you enjoy wearing colors that are warm and inviting, just like sunshine.

“Sorry I got stuck on the second floor talking to Ms. Tucker about her cat.” You explain once you’re standing in front of him.

“Ah how is Mr. Jelly doing? I heard he’s in a bit of a grumpy mood since he started his diet.” Harry asks as he grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. You just give him a look that tells him the poor cat isn’t handling his new lifestyle very well.

“Still grumpy.” You answer as the two of you begin to walk down the sidewalk.

“You look pretty.” Harry says with a squeeze of your hand making you smile as you look down at your feet as the two of you walk, not wanting him to see how his compliment made a blush creep its way onto your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You glance over at him as he looks around to make sure it’s safe to cross the intersection, you take this opportunity to let your eyes take in his appearance. It’s not lost on you how attractive Harry is, you notice the double takes people do when he walks by and a small part of you feels a little out of place with him but you also feel a since of pride knowing he wants you to be the one standing next to him with his hand wrapped around yours. You find your eyes lingering on the practically see through black long sleeved shirt he’s wearing that lets you see all his tattoos, and when you look down you can’t help but want to let out a chuckle at the very familiar boots his extremely well fitting black jeans are tucked into.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Harry’s voice makes your eyes dart up to meet his as the two of you reach the other side of the street, feeling only slightly embarrassed you got caught staring at him but you can tell but the playful smirk on his face he doesn’t mind at all. “Do I own any other shoes? The answer is yes but honestly these are just the most comfortable.” You laugh as he gives you a wink before going back to leading you down the sidewalk.

“So you mean you would actually kick people out at the end of your parties by having someone stand on a table and-”

“Not just someone sweetheart it’s a designated brother for each party.” He corrects with a smile as the two of you sit across from each other in a cozy booth at the little ice cream shop a few blocks away from your apartment. “It’s their job to tell everyone to get out so they have to really mean it when they’re yelling while standing on top of a table. Not just anyone can get a living room full of drunk college kids to leave.” He explains and you can’t help but lean closer to him as he talks, something about how Harry explains things has you paying extra close attention and you wonder if it has anything to do with the deepness of his voice that accentuates his accent.

“Is the table necessary?” Harry smiles at your genuine interest in the different rules and odd traditions of his fraternity. “What if the person is very tall or has a loud enough voice that they don’t need to be standing on a table for people to hear them?” You begin firing off questions making Harry chuckle as he reaches over and grabs one of your hands from across the table.

“There’s been one person that I’ve seen not need the table to break up a party.” He tells you as he begins to mess with the little silver band that you wear on your index finger.

“Really? Who?”

“Niall Horan.” His answer makes you lean your head back and laugh because you can vividly imagine Niall shouting loud enough and with a slight edge that a whole house party freezes and then begins to clear out. “He’s a bit terrifying when he needs to be.”

“I can only imagine.” You say between laughs making Harry smile as he watches you try to get ahold of yourself.

“I like your laugh.” You would think by now you’d be used to Harry’s random compliments but the way even the simplest ones make your cheeks get hot has you doubting if you ever will because with his compliments comes his undivided attention as he stares right at you with a grin on his face.

The way he is always paying attention to you is still something you’re getting comfortable with. Having noticed over the past three days that even when you think he’s not really paying attention as you ramble on about something unimportant, he shocks you by asking a question or giving his opinion letting you know he was in fact listening and paying attention. Your last relationship left you feeling as if what you had to say or do wasn’t of any importance but with Harry he makes it seem as if anything that has to do with you is of the upmost importance, wanting to know every little random thing that pops into your head and checking in with you during the day to ask what you’re up to and if you need anything. The constant checking in is something you have quickly adjusted to because you like knowing Harry cares enough to text you or sometimes even call you during the day when he’s free just to see how you’re doing and to not so subtly tell you he misses you.

But that’s how your nightly meetups became a thing, him mumbling how he missed you and you telling him you’ll see him when you’re done at orientation for your new job and you two can go have dinner or take another walk. He quickly asked if dinner and a walk would be acceptable and of course you said that was fine because a part of you missed his company as well, probably not as much as he missed yours but still you found yourself missing the warmth of his touch. So that’s how you find yourself sitting across from him in the well loved ice cream shop with your sundaes long forgotten about while he tells you bits and pieces of his life in the fraternity. Already sharing with you that he’s not quite willing to fill you in on all the nitty gritty details because he doesn’t want you to see him as some asshole frat brother but still letting you in on what it was like living with Niall and ten other brothers in one house.

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” Harry raises a brow at your question as he continues playing with the ring on your index finger.

“Doing what love?” You let out a sigh at his teasing tone because he knows what you’re talking about he just likes to make you a bit of a flushed mess.

“Just complimenting me all the time? Is this something I should get used to or is it just temporary?”

“I’ll stop complimenting you when you stop doing things that are worthy of a compliment. But honestly I don’t see that happening anytime soon or really ever. So yeah you should just get used to it.” You playfully roll your eyes at his so very Harry like answer making him give your hand a squeeze.

“Well fine then two can play this game.”

“Oh really? Hit me with it then love let’s see what you’ve got.” He teases as he lets go of your hand so he can lean back in his seat and cross his arms over his chest with a smug looking smile on his face.

“I think your hair looks really nice today.” You start off simple making him give you a slight nod of approval as he runs a hand through his curls to push them up and out of his face. “I like your shirt.” The moment the words leave your mouth you know you’ve made a mistake as Harry looks down at his shirt that leaves very little to the imagination with how sheer it is.

“Do you really?” You just nod once his eyes find yours and you can see the smile slowly stretch across his face at the same time your cheeks begin to feel warm. “What do you like about it?” He asks as he places his forearms on the table, clasping his hands together letting you get a glimpse of the rings he has on his fingers as he leans in towards you.

When you don’t respond right away due to the sudden nerves that are swirling around in your tummy, Harry decides he’s done teasing you and reaches for both of your hands.

“You don’t have to be nervous to tell me what you’re thinking. I won’t ever judge you.” He reassures you, and you instantly begin to feel a little more relaxed as the warmth of his touch travels up to your wrists. “Like right now I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be out with you because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I’d tell you that at least a hundred times a day if I didn’t think you’d get sick of hearing it.” His confession has the nerves turning into butterflies that begin going off in your tummy.

“You’re very handsome.” You swallow down the nerves as Harry’s thumbs gently rub over your knuckles. “I like your tattoos and you are just uhm very-very good looking.” Your face feels like it’s one fire but you feel good letting Harry in on the fact you thinks he’s attractive, not that he’d ever have a reason to doubt how you felt about him with the amount of times he’s caught you blatantly staring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“I’m very happy to hear that you think I’m handsome. I’d have to go into hiding if the girl I’m infatuated with thought I was hideous.” You let out a small laugh at Harry’s lighthearted way to ease the tension that was beginning to surround the two of you, something you notice he is very good at, reading the energy of the room he’s in and knowing just when to crack a small joke or to ask a question that gets the conversation flowing in a different direction.

“Now come on.” He lets go of your hands so he can slide out of the booth and stand next to the table. “Let’s get you home before you say something really wild like you think my accent is sexy or-”

“It is.” It’s Harry’s turn to look shocked as you quietly interject on his silly little rant as you slide out of the booth and grab his hand that he’s held out for you.

“Oh stop you’re going to make my ego even bigger than it already is.” He says brushing off your compliment but the grin and slight pink hue to his cheeks is all the evidence you need that he wasn’t prepared for it so you feel good in giving him just a tiny dose of his own medicine.

“You know there’s uhm one more thing that I’ve been thinking about.” Harry looks over at you as the two of you walk out of the shop and turn onto the sidewalk.

“Let’s hear it then.” You try to calm your nerves down with a deep breath as you stop walking making Harry nearly stumble a bit as you pull at his hand that’s securely wrapped around yours to get him to stop walking. “Are you-”

“You haven’t tried to kiss me yet and I’m just wondering if it’s because you don’t think it’ll be good or is it because-”

“Hold on a minute love.” You feel as if your heart is going to beat right out of your chest as Harry stands directly in front of you with a rather serious expression on his face, one you don’t see very often. “You’ve been thinking about why I haven’t kissed you?” His voice has a gentle sort of sternness to it as he reaches up to place a hand on the side of your face.

“Yes? Do you uhm not-not want to? Because-”

“Of course I want to kiss you.” He cuts you off with a chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief. “I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable since we haven’t really established what’s going on between us that’s all. But please believe me when I say I do want to kiss you it’s something I’ve thought about since the night of my party if I’m being honest.” You feel relief wash over you as Harry softly explains why he hasn’t tried to make any moves on you, all while his thumb gently strokes over your cheekbone.

“Well Harry how am I supposed to know if I want to be your girlfriend if I don’t know how you kiss?”

“Girlfriend? I was thinking more like soulmate or life partner depending on how you feel about marriage and all-”

“I’ll tell you how I feel about it after you kiss me.” Your words have Harry letting go of your hand so he can place that one on the other side of your face, his eyes stare into yours as a small smile takes over his face making you have no other choice but to return it. You watch it all happen in what feels like slow motion, he leans in and softly brushes his nose against yours before he places his lips on yours in the sweetest kiss you think you’ve ever experienced in your life. It has your lips slightly tingling and a warmth spreading throughout your whole body as your hands reach out to grab a hold of him so you can pull him closer. When Harry slowly pulls away he makes sure to keep his hands on your face, his thumbs leaving trails of tiny tingles as they run over your cheeks.

“I thi-think I uhm wouldn’t-wouldn’t mind the whole marriage thing.” You mumble in a hushed voice as Harry rests his forehead against yours. He lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls away so he can get a better look at your flushed face.

“Yeah? Should we stop by a jeweler on the way back home then? Get you sized up for a ring and all that?” Harry says only to gently tease you but when you nod your head as the hands you have fisting his shirt pull him back down so you can place a kiss to his lips he thinks maybe you’re being serious.

“Sounds good.” Harry can’t help but grin at how breathless you sound when he pulls away for the second time. His hands drop from your face making you pout at the loss of contact.

“Okay well come on sunshine we better get going before they close.” He shoots you a wink as your hands let go of his shirt so he can take his spot standing next to you on the sidewalk.

“Sunshine?” You ask as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips to give your knuckles a few kisses as the two of you begin walking again.

“Yeah. You’re my sunshine.” You smile at his answer and give his hand a squeeze. “Want to know what I’m thinking right now?” He asks with a playful smirk on his face.

“Yes.”

“I’m thinking that was one hell of a last first kiss.” You laugh and reach over and give his arm a little smack making him chuckle. “What? You’re the one asking to go ring shopping love so I think it’s safe to say that was our last ever first kiss.”

“You’re so lucky I find you attractive even when you’re being cocky.”

“Yeah.” You look over at him and it’s no surprise that he’s already looking at you with nothing but what you can only assume is love in his eyes. “I’m very lucky indeed.”

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Strawberry - (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

♡ One-shot Inspo: Strawberries Attract success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances. Served as a love food. Leaves are carried for luck. ♡ Summary: Carmy fucks you nearly to heaven from the back, enjoy! Inspired by the filthy wonderful beautiful perfect inspiring big juicy brained @carmenberzattosgf <3 love u mami ♡ W/C: 1,616 ;) ♡ Posted Date: 06/05/2024 ♡ A/N:  HELLO!!! To the folks that have asks rotting away in my inbox I stg they're getting written- but that task is made near impossible when my little filthy olive martini @carmenberzattosgf posts something SO good that it takes up my entire brain and I have to write something inspired by it. Please by god go read this my pussy was screaming by the end like - I think she woke up the neighbors. Anywhore, enjoy this filthy-mouthed Carmen, no D words to be found here folks so for those of you who hate it you're in luck! And to those that will miss it...you'll see Carmy is still daddy af. ENJOY my friends xoxo ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut smut , fem!reader, Black!Reader friendly (pics are pure vibes), unprotected sex, swearing, fluffy aftercare, domestic bliss

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

Deep. 

So, so fucking deep. You could hardly even think. 

Short squeak-like moans were leaving your lips with each snap of Carmys hips. The headboard was only lightly tapping the wall thanks to the stoppers he’d with quickness got on Amazon and by the grace of god and 24 hour delivery they had came a day after the first time his neighbor came by and slammed on the door, telling you both to ‘shut the fuck up or get a hotel’ 

You could barely register the light tap on the wall and the squeak of the mattress because Carmy would not. shut. up. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Pussy has me in a vice baby you like this, mm? Feels so good f’you, huh? Yeah I can fuckin tell- god y’sound so pretty”  he rambled on. When he fucked you from behind, he usually got really chatty. You weren’t sure if it was because he got bored since he couldn’t watch you with his big blue owl-like eyes, or if his confidence was just boosted because you weren’t watching him while he spoke so less anxiety - but you loved it.

“Yes- yes- Carmy- shit - oh fuck” you whimper as he hauled you up by your upper arms, wrapping his strong bicep around your neck, messily kissing your sweat-sticky neck and groaning into your skin as your core squeezed around him hard causing a wet schlick-schlick-schlick to fill the room

“Yeah? Yeah baby? Say it again tell me how much you fuckin love it hmm? That you love when I fill this pussy up. You love it when I make sure you can feel me t’morrow huh?” He squeezed your neck with his muscular arm and dear god were you glad he couldn’t see your face because you lost all control, practically shaking as he held you up, his cock so deep inside that his tip was giving your cervix a gentle little kiss with each thrust. 

“I’m fucking cumming” you manage out, holding his arm and squeezing tight, head falling back and body going slack against him. He used his other hand to press right above your mound, the added pleasure causing tears to seep from your eyes down your neck. 

“Look at you pretty girl takin me so well- so fuckin well. Jus’ a little longer huh? Wan’me to fill you up still baby?” He said hotly in your ear, taking your diamond earring he had bought you from Tiffany’s last week that was adorning your lobe and sucking on it gently, nose gently nudging the side of your face. 

“So- so good so good” you echo him, not even thinking with your head anymore. When you opened your eyes your vision was hazy with tears, in your peripheral you could see the edges of blonde curls. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled a bit, going harder as he chased his own high “so fuckin good f’me. That’s why I take care’you so good mm princess?” He loosened up is grip on your throat lightly and held your shoulder, sweetly kissing your cheek. Your mouth dropped in pleasure, practically drooling at how good he was making you feel. 

“Y-yes. Yes. God Carmy- god I fuckin love you” you mewled. You weren’t sure what came over you exactly, but you turned your face, giving his bicep a chaste kiss before biting down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. He hissed In pain, before taking his hand from your stomach and cupping your cheek, fucking up into you with a near punishing pace. 

“Jesus - fuck - how the fuck m’I supposed to explain that at work tomorrow? Mm? I tell em my girl can’t keep her mouth shut er’ to ‘erself?” He teased, smacking down on your ass with his palm, hard enough for there to be a pretty red mark in the shape of his hand - and hard enough for you to yelp, releasing the bit of muscle you’d held hostage. 

He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

You whimper, back arching more for him and your next orgasm riding the tails of the last. “Close” you said, voice raw and horse and utterly fucked out. 

“Me too, Angel- shit- gonna fuckin fill you up, stuff this pretty pussy with my cum huh?” He essentially laid over you, thrusts that were more like firm rolling of his hips at this point getting sloppier and the feeling of his weight firmly pushing you into the bed was making you dizzy in the best way. You felt his chain brush your back, the feeling was like ice on your damp sweat slicked skin. 

His breathing had become more of a quick, hot pants. His back was starting to hurt, his shoulder killed from bearing both your weights for so long - but he was fully blissed out. He was also frankly quite impressed with himself, in this position he usually couldn’t last even 10 minutes, but you two were teetering on half an hour now. 

This was thanks to his new little trick he had taught himself, whenever he got too close he thought about his boss from NOMA screaming in his face about never amounting to anything, and it backed him right off that ledge. Worked like a charm really. 

“Please - please fill me up bear” you whined out, and with a grunt he buried himself to the hilt, your hips flush with his as he stilled and shot rope after rope of milky white cum inside of you painting your walls with him. He sighed in relief, pulling out and patting your ass gently before plopping down next to you on his back to catch his breath. 

“Fuck y’so amazing baby. I wasn’t too hard, was i? Y’good?” He rubbed your back gently. You were too exhausted for much else, so you just throw him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle. “Alright so water f’you. And Cream f’this poor poor little ass of yours” he rubbed the tender skin carefully and got up, heading to the bathroom first. 

You stretched out, feeling the proof of his love leaking down your thighs as you laid there for a moment before getting up when you heard the toilet flush. You padded to the bathroom and nudge the door open to see him washing his hands. Your eyes found the deep red bruise on his arm, it would probably be purple by the end of tomorrow. 

“I sorry” you said sweetly and gently kiss over the mark. “You’re just so yummy I wanted a bite” you said and he flicked the remaining water off his hands before shutting off the faucet and grabbing the hand towel 

“Mmm thought you didn’t like Italian” he teased, heading out to the kitchen to fill your Stanley cup with fresh ice water. 

“You’re right I don’t like it I love it. Especially when it’s a sexy Italian with a thick cock” you chide as you made a neat little square of toilet paper to wipe with and you heard him laugh to himself 

“She’s back! That’s my mouthy princess, was afraid I lost you back there babe you got all quiet on me” he teased causing you to giggle to yourself as you flush and stood to wash your hands - legs still feeling a bit like jelly beneath you. 

“It’s hard to talk when you’re rearranging my insides” you head back to bed and lay on your belly, crossing your ankles. He came back, bearing gifts of course. He comes over to the bed and drops off the cooling lotion that he kept in the fridge for you and gently nudged you with the cup. You looked over, sitting up slightly and taking a sip. 

“Ooo-“ you said when you realized he was holding a plate 

“Mmhmm. Always you and y’sweet snacks after we fuck, open” he said. You opened your mouth obediently and he placed half of a chocolate strawberry on your tongue after taking a bite out of it, making the perfect mouthful for you. You hummed, resting your cheek on your forearm as you chew and your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you pretty” he smooched your forehead, setting the plate on your shared nightstand and started to massage the cold lotion into your skin. “You did really good f’me t’night.” He added and kissed your shoulder blade as he continued to squeeze and kneed tender flesh. 

“So good I can get a present?” You asked sweetly and he chuckled, rubbing over your hips as well that were sore from being spread wide for so long and you groaned a bit, arching into his touch 

“I think I’m spoiling you rotten lately, you got a new phone yesterday and you’re already ready f’another good girl gift, huh?” He went over to your dresser since he was all done rubbing you down and grabbed a pair of your comfiest panties and came back over, carefully slipping them up to your thighs before you lift your hips for him and he pulled them up the rest of the way, placing a gentle kiss on your mound “it’s you  who deserves the present” he said, before going to grab his own boxers so he wasn’t helicoptering it in front of your plate of strawberries. 

You giggled, rolling your eyes.  “I love you, dork.”

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Hi Diana darling! Of courseee, I've got you, my love ♥ Here's 15 (ok, 17, but you know how Nonna is, she always wants extra sentences for everyone!) sentences of Nonna Rosa, a direct continuation of my fuck it friday snippet: 👵🏻

“How come you never told me you’re an artist?” Buck asks him, and Tommy frowns at him until his eyes land on the painting that Buck’s close to. Then he rubs his neck, his blush deepening and not from the cold this time.

“Nonna, are you already throwing me under the bus? It hasn’t even been ten minutes since Evan’s got here” He says with a nervous chuckle, and Nonna doesn’t look even the tiniest bit apologetic.

“I haven’t started throwing you under the bus yet, Tomasino, I am merely letting Evan know about your talent”, she tells him, patting his cheek. 

“And she is right, you are very talented, babe”, Buck interjects, still admiring the four or five paintings that adorn the small living room; it seems Nonna has put them in every wall space available. It gives Buck a warm feeling in his chest; it’s exactly the kind of thing Maddie would have done if he had any sort of artistic talent. “How come I never saw anything like that in your house?”

“Ah, I wouldn’t call it talent, I just… Anyway, I haven’t painted in a really long time”, Tommy shrugs, his eyes scrutinizing his works with a much more critical glance than Buck. “My… My father didn’t like it, said it wasn’t something men did. Eventually it became too much work, trying to hide it from him, and I just stopped”

There’s a smallness in his voice as he admits to that. Not for the first time, Buck privately wishes he could meet Tommy’s dad just so he could give him a piece of his mind. Tommy barely talks about him, the little Buck’s known has been pieced together by glimpses here and there, but it seemed the man tried to squash down every urge of Tommy that didn’t fit his own twisted idea of what ‘real men’ should be like. He knows he lives in this very same town, but that Tommy has no intention of extending the visit to him. 

“Pah, that man was always too stupid to understand anything”, Nonna says, disdain clear in every word, but then she looks at Tommy with the softest look. “You should pick it up again, tesoro. It used to make you so happy, working through a painting, and they were always so beautiful. You deserve beautiful things in your life” She looks meaningfully at Buck, who does his best not to look like a deer caught in the headlights and smiles softly at her. (Blobs under the cut!)

And here are 21 sentences of Little Blobs, ch. 3, for you: “...A stork plushie?” 

Tommy groans, sitting up in bed and blinking at Evan. His husband is lying down on his side, his hand draped over his belly as it’s become his habit in the last ten days. There’s the tiniest bump under his shirt; it’s barely noticeable, really, and they only know because they’ve been avidly looking for it ever since finding out about their blobs. But it’s there, and Tommy smiles as his hand joins Evan’s, even though he sighs exasperatedly at his husband’s idea. 

“Where exactly do you plan to find a stork plushie, Evan? And how exactly would that announce your pregnancy to your family?”

Evan shrugs, as he usually does when Tommy points flaws in ideas he thought infallible. 

“I don’t know, Amazon?” He says, and before Tommy can think of an answer, he’s already lighting up, sitting in bed with an excited smile. “C’mon, can’t you imagine it? We could put two little bundles in the beak and a plate saying ‘Special Delivery!’. It would be so cute!”

“You’re cute”, Tommy can’t help but say, placing a kiss on Evan’s cheek, and the way he blushes and smiles bashfully, even after eighteen months together, will never cease to make Tommy’s heart skip a beat. “But I don’t know, darling, sounds like a lot of work. And what if someone comes by and sees the plushie earlier? You know our friends have no boundaries, they just drop by whenever”

Evan hums thoughtfully, nodding and then dropping his head by Tommy’s shoulder, snuggling into his chest. Tommy cuddles him close, softly caressing his arm as the two of them try to think of another way to announce their babies that’s cute and not absurdly tacky. 

“How about we throw a barbecue?”, Tommy suggests after a while. “We have two weeks before we’re ready to tell, right? So we find a way to get everyone’s shifts aligned, throw a barbecue and just… tell them?”

“Hmmm, I like the idea of a barbecue”, Evan says delightedly, and Tommy snorts; in the last few days, his husband has been liking the idea of any food.  His morning sickness is a lot more subdued, only showing up with some specific foods, and the rest of the time he’s been ravenous. And the worst part is that the cravings are starting to show up; just two days ago Evan asked Tommy to go to the market to get him coconut yogurt cause he desperately needed it. Once Tommy brought it, he had to watch Evan drop Cheetos into the yogurt and eat the concoction as if it came from a Michelin restaurant.Tommy's still not over it, and he's not sure he’ll finish this pregnancy with his sanity intact.

-- I hope you enjoy it, darling, and that you have a great week! ♥ ♥

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Heartless | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you finally arrive back to the rink you once called home, the last thing you expect is that the now legend from PIT forgets who he was once to you.

dreamer: chapter one

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.38k

authors note: I know how long some of you’ve been waiting for this series so I want to thank you! This was a bit of a weird chapter but it was just so we could set the ground for the rest of the work to come in later. I truly cannot wait to show you all where this one is going to go!

Today was the start of something new.

Or at least that was what you told yourself as you stood in the cool breeze that whirled around the city of Pittsburgh. Everything had gone your way today and the universe was clearly on your side.

You had woken up early, gotten an A on a paper you just got back, your Amazon delivery had arrived early. And most importantly your favourite coffee shop was still open letting you get something to eat before you were meant to be at the rink “watch where you’re going jackass!” You yelled as a car drove you off the road.

It was a pretty black land rover who only responded with the hit of the horn causing your brows to furrow “what a dick.” You scoffed watching the car speed off.

Now your coffee was soaking into the tar of the road as your croissant was being eaten by pigeons that had found you. So much for it being a good day, I guess.

Everything in your Arsenal that you could try to do to calm down as you wanted to have a clear mind for your first day “not everything is going to go your way.” Marc-André reminded you as he stared at you.

Despite having three children under the age of ten, you were still his baby just like the rest of your siblings “yeah but dad-” you whined parking your car as you looked at the PPG Arena “you know I’m being honest kid.” He mumbled knowing that he should have been in Pittsburgh as you started the season.

It made you roll you eyes “where is mom when you need some moral support?” You complained shutting the car door behind you as you stared up at the sky.

The grey sky seemed comforting as you heard the rough clouds come together as thunder claps roared over the city “she is with your sister but she’d also want you to just breathe.” His voice was clear making you roll your eyes “I hate it when you’re right.” You grumbled as a small smile formed on your lips.

Even with your rough exterior your father knew how to break you down in an attempt to get you to the soft state that had him wrapped around your finger “no you don’t.” Marc-André laughed as he shook his head “now go make me proud and play nice.” His words made you grin as you raked your fingers through your hair.

Pictures of the younger version of your father were up on the walls as you saw some of your favourite people from when you were a child growing up “I should get going dad.” You looked at your watch fearing that you were going to be late.

With that he snapped his fingers before he sent you a salute as you did the same thing “love you kid.” You pressed your fingers to your lips as the line ended.

You took a moment to study the welcome area and all of the trophies that the Penguins had won “I didn’t know we let fans in here today.” A voice came from behind you that causing you to spin on your feet.

Kris held a friendly face as you turned to a panic “I’m so sorry!” You blurted out as your cheeks reddened “I am actually the new intern for the physios office and uh-” you trailed off going quiet when the slap of his hand to his mouth cut you off.

It wasn’t often that Kris was left shocked “sparky you’ve gotten so big!” His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into a hug.

Sparky was the title you picked up as a kid due to the fact that once when nobody on the team could get you to stop crying. Until your Sidney shocked himself plugging his phone charger into the wall.

Your reaction had most of the guys laughing as Sidney had to recreate his response to it in order to make sure you stayed smiling. Then it stuck after your dad dressed you up as a lightbulb for Halloween that year.

You smiled as he dropped his hands to his sides trying to comprehend that you were old enough to be working “I’ve gotten an internship here with the physio team.” You explained ignoring his crazy you felt admitting to the fact that you were actually there and this was no longer a note on your vision board.

Kris felt like a proud parent “always thought you’d land up somewhere like that.” The physios from when your dad was at the team used to entertain you when you came with him to work when your mom was busy with college work.

His words made your heart throb “enough about me, how are you-” before you could even get your words out the sound of a door slamming cut you both off.

Spinning around a smile formed on your face as you locked eyes with Sidney Crosby. You were like ever other child who was practically in awe of him, you were one of the lucky few who got to grow up with him so that made him all that much cooler to you “surprised to see you got here before you got knocked by another car.” His words made your face drop as your eyes went wide “excuse me?” You sucked at your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him.

Sidney hadn’t even acknowledged that Kris was around yet “you couldn’t even use your eyes to see that I was driving.” That comment made you gasp as pieces began to click in your mind “you’re jackass!” You gasped feeling your jaw go slack “sorry could like someone maybe catch me up?” Kris pleaded as he grew confused.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to turn your glares at him “someone is just an entitled-” he was cut off as doctor McLane walked into the area joining the three of you “I’m so happy to se you’ve made it!” She clasped her hands together as she saw you.

Melissa turned her attention to the two players “I’m glad to see you’ve met the new physio intern y/n F-” before she could finish introducing her you had to interrupt “just y/n will do.” You smiled sending her a nod.

Before you had the chance to continue the argument with Sidney you were knocked off of your feet as he pushed past you to get to the locker room “I promise the rest of the guys will be easier than that.” Kris sent you a smile as he helped you back up. If only he really knew how awful that day would get.

Sidney couldn’t believe that luck had been so against him today as you had to show up at work today, the one place he truly thought that he could get away from young people who thought they knew more than they did.

But not even how much you had pissed him off could have stopped him from smiling as he accepted that FaceTime call from Marc-André “you will not believe the day I’ve had.” Sidney sighed as he sunk into his seat “hope y/n didn’t have too much to do with that.” Your father teased as you used to run laps around Sidney when you went through the phases of having Sidney as your favourite penguin.

It made Sidney stop in his tracks though as the question weighed on his mind “how do you know about her?” The words left his lips quicker than he could have thought about it “did you forget the part where I fathered her?” The older boy laughed as he spoke in a duh tone.

If you had known about the way that the colour drained from Sidney’s face you honestly would have been upset that you hadn’t been there to see it in person “do you seriously not remember how I told you that y/n was going to be the new intern for the physios.” Marc-André couldn’t see Sidney’s response as he dropped his phone.

This meant that not only was Sidney going to have to put up with you, it also meant that he was going to have to act like he liked it too.

[claranight]

Ranma x China!Reader

[Enemies to friends?]

[Warnings: angst]

part 2

Things just have to repeat themselves, three Chinese Amazons are running after Ranma for marriage. Well, mostly Shampoo. Why not add one more, You! You came all the way from China to seek the girl version of Ranma, training was tough, and language education is even worse but it’s all worth it.

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Ranma running for his life to get away from a certain Chinese girl, not Shampoo. It’s just you! Hitting him with every attack you got while he dodged them. “Ranma, no run! Fight [Y/N]!” Just like Shampoo, having poor communication but understandable words.

“Give me a break, [Y/N!” Ranma pitched voice, cried out. Two hours of running and chasing; destroying walls, objects and almost hitting innocent people.

Ranma found some hot water to change back into a man. He flinched when you appeared, “Oh? Boy-Ranma! Good to see you.” You held out your hands to help him get up, which he accepted knowing that you’re his friend in his boy version.

“Looks like [Y/N] needs a break before chasing Girl-Ranma.” Your dark voice caused Ranma to shiver in fear, not because he was afraid of you but because he felt like betraying your trust.

You guys have been friends for over a few months. It only started out becoming enemies when you were training and Ranma interrupted many times, to your breaking point you challenged him in a battle. Ranma wins, you gave him the “Kiss of Death” and chased him around to get to Japan. When you meet the boy version of Ranma, you guys are merely acquaintances but with the repetition of meeting each other, you become friends.

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“So, that’s what has been happening?” Akane deadpanned Ranma for deceiving you. “How long have you been doing this?” Akane has a tick mark on her head, she looks calm but you can tell that she’s going to explode any moment.

“Listen Akane! It’s not like I want to keep on lying to her, she’ll probably chase me just like Shampoo if she finds out.” Ranma looks troubled but for some reason, he doesn’t seem to feel troubled at all.

“Why do I get a feeling that I don’t believe that!” She yelled at him. Akane’s hunches were right, she had known Ranma for months and she knew that he didn’t feel like his situation was a problem at all. “D-does it sound as bad as you think.” Akane stuttered, feeling a bit lost here in front of Ranma.

“Well...I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do.” Ranma stressed and struggled to deal with his situation.

“Ranma!” Shampoo bust in and pounce at him, leaving her delivery to Kasumi. Hugging him with full affection to gain his attention. Which she did, when he tried to get Shampoo off of him while Akane scolded him for being a jerk.

Then Ranme swiftly disappeared out there grasp and their sight.

“Ranma?!” they screamed

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You have successfully got Boy-Ranma out of that heated situation. He looked very stressed with them but now with you is like a new level of stress. “Ranma, ok?” you asked him with a concerned look.

He felt like the stress he had, had disappeared when you gave him a worried look. He scoffed, “Heh. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Thanks for getting me out of there.” he reassured you, which you believe.

“Ranma is a big playboy,” you called out. He started to argue with you stating that it’s not what you think. Which creates a game of tag between you two. Til the point where the sun has set.”[Y/N]’s house is close. Want to eat her cooking, Ranma?” you offer.

“Sure! Free food it is!” he agreed easily with an ego tone, which made you sweatdropped at him. Just when you guys got closer to your place, you heard a slash come from before which made you turn around.

“Girl-Ranma!” you shouted in anger. You got out weapons and began to fight her. Out in the corner Ryoga, holding a bucket which is a bit wet. You can see him whistling like he did nothing wrong but having an average day.

“Wait! Hey! Hang on a sec-Ouch!” you manage to hit him a few times. “Please just STOP!” she yelled at you, your glaze pierced with his but you did decide to stop for just a moment. “Huh? You actually stop…” he looked at you with his disbelief. 

“Girl-Ranma, what you have done to [Y/N]’s friend!” you pointed out to her. Ranma flinched at your words, going through this cycle again.

“Ranma, are you doing this again?!” Ryoga cried out. He poured the kettle over on Ranma, Akane and Shampoo came onto the scene and gasped at the situation. Ranma became a boy….

“Ranma…” your voice trail when seeing your own enemies, is your own friend has shattered your own reality. “Girl-Ranma is Boy-Ranma…? [Y/N]’s friend or enemies…” you fall to your knees in a state of shock.

Ranma slowly approached you and put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you but you slapped it away. You stared at him with a straight face filled with anger while he looked upset at your state. “Ranma, girl or boy! You [Y/N]’s enemy for eternity,” you state, pointing at him. He looked frustrated and sad at this moment, almost making you want to take back your words. But you have a pride to hold onto, you kept you took your stand and sent bloodlust at him. Causing him to jump back, just in case you want to fight with him again. But you just turned away and left him, once you were out of sight he punched the wall out of frustration. While his friends and rivals felt sorry for Ranma and tried to comfort him.

[sinukiyo]

Ami asked if Kenji has a whole Toys R Us store supply worth of stuffed teddy bears when she should have asked how the delivery guy reacted after having to deliver a whole container full of those toys. And yes, I do have a headcanon that Kenji bought all those stuffed bears off of Amazon or Ebay.

Here's how I picture the whole interaction:

Delivery guy: alright sir. Just sign here.

Kenji: thank you (takes pen and signs)

Delivery guy: sir I do gotta ask though..... why did you make such a huge purchase? I mean I know you're rich and all, but this is too much

Kenji: oh? I uh.... like collecting stuffed animals.

Delivery guy: you like collecting stuffed animals?

Kenji: (gasps offended) What? I can't have a hobby?

Delivery guy: sir. You basically cleared out our stock of those stuffed teddy bears.

Kenji: fine! They're for my kid. She keeps ripping them.

Delivery guy: how?! There's no way a kid can physically rip a stuffed animal unless she has the strength of Sandy Cheeks from SpongeBob.

Kenji: alright. If I pay you a thousand yen, would you stop asking questions?

Delivery guy:..... make it 2000 yen with a signed postcard and you got yourself a deal.

The fact that no one knows Ken Sato has “a kid” would make this even funnier cause sir… who are you really buying them for?😭

Him: Here’s some money and my autograph. Shut up and give me the teddies😐

[halfbakedideas]

idiot pancake: narrowly avoided

The Doctor nearly gets run over while crossing the road.

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inspired by this post by @whatsfourteenupto.

crossing the road while being distracted by a phone like that is such me behaviour i died.

fourteen felt really off so this one took ages to finish. the other ones should be quicker.

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The first mistake was The Doctor getting a phone. Okay, correction: a smartphone; because he did already have a phone, a flip phone. But now they had a smartphone too after a confusingly complicated series of events involving him, Rose, a bowl of pasta, and a TARDIS trip to 18th-century Italy that totally didn’t happen. It was a mistake because it made for moments like this one.

The Doctor had accompanied Shaun on his taxi routes today and the two of them had stopped for lunch. They had just finished and were heading back, having to cross the road to get back to Shaun’s taxi.

“Hey!” he reached out and snagged The Doctor’s arm, dragging them back to the curb, narrowly out of the way of another taxi that went screaming past them. “Watch out!”

His phone nearly went tumbling to the ground with how abruptly they were yanked backwards but he grabbed it just before it could.

“Oh. Thanks, Shaun,” they thanked, looking up and down the road.

“No problem. But don’t just cross whenever you want like that, otherwise I’ll have to scrape a skinny alien pancake off of the road to bring back to Donna and I really don’t want to have to face her wrath,” he told him.

They both laughed at that — Donna’s wrath was not something you wanted to be on the receiving end of.

“What are you even doing on that?” Shaun asked as The Doctor pocketed his phone. “And please don’t say negotiations with soup aliens or buying something from space Amazon,”

A delivery truck trundled past.

“Nah, Kerblam got shut down years ago. And Soupimals have already had their negotiations for this century, which are done on flip phones, not iPhones — how do you know about those?”

Shaun frowned, choosing not to comment on whatever ‘Kerblam’ was. “I don’t? Wait — are you being serious, soup alien negotiations are a real thing?”

The traffic finally let up enough for the two of them to cross the road. They got back in the taxi.

“Yes, they are. I mediated one once — I didn’t miss having short hair more than when I was picking out dried soup,”

For the second time in less than ten minutes, Shaun pointedly didn’t think about something. This one being the very obviously implied soup food fight with aliens that, unless he was wrong, were made of soup…

“What were you doing on your phone earlier?” he asked again, instead.

“Oh, I was texting myself — older self? Bigeneration? The one who’s just dealt with a spaceship full of babies,”

Of all of the things Shaun expected, their actual answer was really tame. But also: what.

“So, he’s got a phone too?”

“Fairly sure it’s the same one as this,” They pulled out their phone and held it up.

“…That shouldn’t be possible,”

The Doctor shrugged. “If the sonic can make phones connect across time and space, then it can make it so that the same one can communicate with itself in the past,”

He had a point, there.

“Next time,” Shaun started as he pulled the taxi out from the parking spot. “Don’t text and cross the road, if you get pancaked, Donna will slap me,”

“She’d do a lot worse than slap you,” The two of them chuckled at the very clear, and very likely, mental image.

[magneticelysia]

This is how you can Manifest Literally Anything in 7 Days

Okay, bestie, let’s talk manifestation—aka the ✨art✨ of getting your dream life without lifting a finger… well, kind of. Whether you want that dream bae, your bank account looking thicc, or just overall main-character vibes, I’ve got you. Here’s the 7-day glow-up guide to manifesting your desires like the baddie you are.

Day 1: Get Specific, Babe

First off, what do you even want? Like, really want? Don’t be vague. Instead of “I want to be rich,” think: “I’m making $5k a month doing what I love and sipping oat milk lattes on the daily.” Write it down, type it out, or say it out loud. The universe can’t help you if you’re indecisive.

💡 Pro Tip: Pretend you already have it. Like, write it in present tense. “I’m thriving, I’m glowing, and my bank account is poppin’.”

Day 2: Raise Those Vibes

Biggest rule of manifesting? Energy matches energy. If you’re vibing low (read: stressed, tired, over it), your desires are gonna swipe left. So, do something that makes you feel like THAT girl/guy/they. Blast your hype playlist, binge comfort TikToks, or take yourself on a lil coffee date.

✨ Daily Reminder: “I’m a magnet for good vibes and even better blessings.”

Day 3: Vision Board, But Make It Mental

Close your eyes and IMAGINE it. Like, picture your dream life in HD. Feel what it’s like to be in that moment. Smell the coffee, hear the applause, or see that “$5k payment received” notification. Don’t just think it—feel it.

🛌 Hack: Do this before bed. Your brain is low-key a sponge when you’re sleepy. Let it soak in those good vibes.

Day 4: Take Aesthetic Action

The universe loves when you meet it halfway. Wanna manifest that promotion? Start dressing for the job you want. Trying to manifest love? Say yes to that brunch invite. Move like your dreams are already here—because they basically are.

🔑 Mantra: “Everything I do gets me closer to my best life. Watch me slay.”

Day 5: Block The Haters (Including Your Inner Critic)

Doubt? Ew, delete it. Those “what if it doesn’t work?” thoughts? They don’t serve you, babe. Trust that the universe is cooking up your order. If negativity creeps in, flip it.

🤔 Reframe: Instead of “What if I fail?” try, “What if this works out better than I imagined?”

Day 6: Gratitude Is The Cheat Code

Wanna fast-track your manifestations? Start saying “thank you” like it’s your job. Write down five things you’re grateful for rn—yes, even if it’s just coffee and WiFi. Then, thank the universe for your dreams as if they’ve already happened.

🌈 Mood: “I’m so grateful for my glow-up. Life is chef’s kiss rn.”

Day 7: Celebrate & Let It Go

Here’s the tea: you gotta trust the process. Celebrate every little win, no matter how small. And then? Release it. Like, stop obsessing. You’re not chasing your dreams—they’re chasing YOU.

🌀 Vibe Check: “I trust the timing. What’s meant for me will find me. Period.”

Final Thoughts:

Manifestation is just you stepping into your ultimate baddie era. When you align with the energy of your desires, they’ll slide into your life faster than an Amazon Prime delivery. So go off, manifest your dream life, and remember: the universe has your back, always.

Drop what you’re manifesting in the comments—let’s hype each other up. ✨

- luv from Elysia <3

@magneticelysia

[sixty-silver-wishes]

today, my friend and I were discussing the hypothetical of what would happen if someone were to unexpectedly hand us a dead rat. see, it's one of those things where like. realistically, it is in the realm of possibility, but you'd likely be so shocked in the moment that you wouldn't know how to properly respond. but in case you're ever caught unawares, here are a list of things you could say in the event that someone hands you a dead rat:

Thanks! I'll put it with the others.

I was going to give you one too, but I got hungry on the way here.

Mine is bigger.

Hold on, I need to pay you for that.

Sorry, I prefer them fried.

It's funny; I was just discussing a hypothetical where this happens.

Yes, I WILL marry you!

Let's trade! (At this point, you remove the dead rat you have stored in your pocket for this exact occasion)

My Amazon delivery! What took you so long?

Do you have a vegan alternative for that?

Usually they're still moving when people give them to me.

Unfortunately, I gave these up for Lent.

Have you tried turning it off and on again?

[mygirlmm501]

Hey ya'll!! Story time again!!!

Hey @jumpywhumpywriter, I think you might get a kick out of this, Flight or Fight kicked in while I was home alone, again. Not as interesting as last time, seeing as "Flight" kicked in, but still a funny story.

So. My brother's college classes started again today, he has night classes, I think 5-8pm, and my dad's at work. Doesn't this just brew us up a beautiful concoction? I've been feeling slightly more paranoid, lately. And somebody decided to disturb my peace while I was home alone.

I was curled up on the couch, browsing Amazon or something, when I heard some noise at the door, (for some light context, there are two doors. A metal, screen, like door, and then the big wooden one, I heard the metal one, I think.) It sounded, to me, like rummaging or something, I thought:

"My brother already? He's not out of class yet.." Then I saw, like, a bright light or something? Yeah... I jumped up and started to run, then realized I should take my phone so I could call the cops if I needed to, so I quickly turned, grabbed my phone from the couch, then ran. I dashed into my dad's bedroom, then into the built-on bathroom, (the way our house is laid out, I would say his bathroom is one of the farthest and more closed off areas? Second to our guest bedroom and side storage room.) and hid in the shower that has, like, a frosted glass door, so you can't see inside very well. So here I am, sitting on the floor of a shower, in the dark, just trying to calm down my adrenaline. Because, by now, and thanks to our cameras, I put together that it was just a deliveryman. But the adrenaline was still there. So I called my dad, explained what happened in as lighthearted "yeah, everything fine." Tone as I could, 'cause really? I just needed to talk to someone. 😅

Anyways, after I calmed down a bit I went to retrieve said parcel that had just caused such anxiety, and...well, let's just say my adrenaline got cleared up pretty quickly. Because, there wasn't an actual threat to begin with, annnnnddd, a piece of my cosplay arrived!! I tried it on, was having a great time, but I left the cameras going on my phone so I could see, just in case. Sure enough, we had one other delivery. My dad called to let me know, and I think I replied with something along the lines of "Yeah, I know:) I was watching the cameras this time, I was ready." Or something like that. But the last bit that draws our story to a close is that....by this point in time, my clothing consisted of: The Scout Regiment green cape, A Scout Regiment jacket, a white button down, a "custom" version of the top half of the ODM harness (in other words I deconstructed a shoulder gun holster), jeans, and some tall brown boots. I opened the door and was just like:

"Hello! I am a totally normal human being who definitely isn't dressed as an anime character." Of course, they make quick work of their deliveries so the delivery guy was already back to his truck so I was (thankfully) kinda just, I guess, half talking to myself, half to my dad?

But anywho!!! This is another reason why I really shouldn't be randomly disturbed by other human beings when I am home alone :D)

Hope you enjoyed this rant! It's 4:42 in the morning, and no, I have not gone to sleep yet. In fact, I just got out of the shower! I'll go to bed in a little bit. Probably...

Actually, if you wanna hear one more interesting story (promise not to judge me) I ended up having the end of my shower...delayed... a little bit because of an incident.

I was sitting down, leaned against the back of the shower, (showers are comfy.) And I was messing with my nose, I think I had a lot of snot or something, idk. Think I might be recovering from a cold. And..uhh..... an almost empty soap bottle fell on my head, it didn't hurt, but it did cause a slight problem. I flinched. My nail got the inside of my nose... it started bleeding.

And guess what was going through my head?

Stuff along the lines of:

Hey, Eren got a bloody nose at some point after overusing his titan form too much, Levi gave him something to hold to it.

Maaannn, I wanna hold a paper towel to it, not be stuck in the bottom of the shower.

Probably be cool for writing purposes. (Aka anything that involves blood is "cool to me for writing purposes.)

Why do we pinch our nose when it bleeds? Oooooh, probably so we don't inhale blood! That makes sense. 😀

Oooooo....the blood, mixed with water, and snot is kinda pretty..

Kinda wanna take a picture..

Okay, I think I need to go to sleep, a lot of these thoughts seem stupid looking back on as I write this.

If you wanna know what happened last time Flight or Fight mode kicked in when I was home alone, you can read about that here.

Have a good night! Or morning.... have a good day at work?

It's 4:55am...

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting knob covers on the stove that my disabled dad couldn't open?

So I (26M) recently moved back in with my parents (60M and 58F) temporarily because I'm kind of between apartments right now. My dad has Parkinson's disease and has, over the years, become both clumsier and more absent-minded. An important symptom of Parkinson's that will become relevant in this story is that he also has partial anosmia (his sense of smell is impaired).

So anyway, about a year and a half ago, before I had moved out, one day I came home from work and smelled gas as soon as I entered the house. I discovered one of the burners on the stove had been left open, and gas had been seeping into the room. I turned off the main gas supply, opened all the windows, and waited outside while calling my mom about it frantically. It turns out Dad had been cleaning the oven earlier and must have bumped the burner with his head while leaning in to clean the door. Because of his anosmia, he had not smelled the gas. I kind of freaked out and threatened to remove all the knobs off the stove, because I felt my life was in danger, but my mom talked me down into believing that it was just a fluke and probably wouldn't happen again.

Anyway, fast forward to the day before yesterday. I woke up after sleeping in late (I work night shifts now) and went to go make myself some food, but for some reason the GFI circuit breaker to the stove outlet had tripped. After resetting it, I immediately noticed that the lower drawer oven was on, because the knob had been left on. That oven is a little broken because the drawer mechanism is bent, so it doesn't close fully - I'm speculating, but the only thing I can think of is that the breaker must have tripped because the drawer was open and the heating element couldn't keep it up to temperature without getting so hot it exceeded its current rating or something. There was no gas leak this time, thankfully, but I knew my dad must have left it that way since my mom never cooks in the morning, especially not with the oven, ESPECIALLY not with the broken drawer oven. The only logical conclusion was that he accidentally bumped the knob again and didn't notice again. This time, thank God it wasn't the gas again.

I basically just told my mom that I was getting knob covers for the stove, and she agreed. So I got some on Amazon with next day delivery and installed them as soon as they arrived. I then took an afternoon nap, and then spent a few hours in my room playing video games and talking with friends on Discord. I was home the entire day, though, and he has my phone number and is able to text if he thought it would be impolite to knock or something. He didn't say a word to me all day.

Apparently, though, he got furious with my mom because the knobs have safety covers on them now. He told her he can't open them (although I later walked down the stairs, and found one of them open, and I had not left it that way - he definitely can, I think he just had trouble figuring out how at first. They're child safety caps so unfortunately they're a bit tricky to get open) and that now he was unable to cook for himself. He did not ask me to help him get them open though, and I would have done so in a heartbeat. He has not said anything about this to me at all, not even anything subtle or passive-aggressive.

I discussed it with my mom, and we agreed to leave them mostly closed but unlatched - the latch is the difficult part to get open, but they stay closed enough for them to keep the knobs from being bumped even if they are not fully latched shut. My mom agreed to communicate with him better about stuff like this. But if he asks to have the caps removed completely, it's a hard, hard no - I don't want to die in a gas explosion.

AITA for doing this?

What are these acronyms?

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Righteously Walking in the Light

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Luke 8:21 He replied, “My mother and brothers are those who hear God’s word and put it into practice.”

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VERSE OF THE DAY 

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+  Romans 6:16 Don’t you realize that you become the slave of whatever you choose to obey? You can be a slave to sin, which leads to death, or you can choose to obey God, which leads to righteous living.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM ON THE PATH WITH GOD

I AM STRONG 

I AM KIND 

I AM LIVING HOLY 

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 43 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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  We have tons of choices no matter what we do have; we can go to Amazon, and you have a choice to combine orders; go to Walmart delivery, we can get it express for 75-90 minutes, or we can get it 3 hours or less; if you go to fast food restaurants, you can make them big medium and small, you have a choose, and that’s everywhere it's no longer you have to compromise for what you want you can order it and add maybe .50 cents more to a order and get exactly what we want .

     In that way, we get what we want, but we get it our way right every time we order. Still, when walking with God, we have a choice to sin or not; we have a choice to walk in righteousness or the flesh, and that’s what this verse is saying to us: we have a choice. It might seem like we don’t, but we do. God gave us free will to do what we want when we want, but it's up to us to do it or not.

   Whatever you see yourself doing more of, whether it's a sin or a righteous lifestyle, you have a choice; what do you choose? God isn’t making you choose him; he will leave it up to you. Every time and whatever we pick, we are an enslaved person, for that’s what this verse is saying; a lot of us don’t understand why he doesn’t make us serve him. He could, but he gives us free will to choose what do we want to do when we want to do it.

   A lot of us choose to sin, and we choose to live in the flesh, and with that, we are choosing death; the bible is straight to the point. Sometimes, we are confused about what the word says, but it's just that simple: yes, it’s a struggle to do right sometimes because our flesh wants to do everything against God's will. That’s why we must tame it by asking God what he wants from us, and we must follow it. What do you choose, God or the flesh?

  Verse 17: Thank God! Once, you were slaves of sin, but now you wholeheartedly obey this teaching we have given you.

  We once were sinners, being slaves to our flesh. Now that we are saved, we should be following only God. It should come easy, and it doesn’t because we are looking for the comfort of the flesh; many of us want things that make us happy and that please the flesh, but that’s not living for God. That is living for the flesh. 

     Friends, I am here to tell you that God wants to make it easier for you. We read our word daily, pray, mediate, and praise God. We are telling the flesh no, you will obey God, you won't obey this flesh, and some days or more complicated than some days because we have temptation, we have people telling us we are wrong or that we should try it and sometimes trying new thing that is of the flesh can trap us in a whole new way we got to stop falling for the traps the enemy has placed for us that’s how we get in this loop of sin because we fall right into his trap. 

  John 8:12 Again, Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness but will have the light of life.”

   The Bible tells us that Jesus said that when we follow him, we’ll not walk in darkness, but we will have the light of life because he’s in the light; a lot of us lose our way in the darkness we lose our way in the ideas of people, we lose our way by following what’s we desire, yes sinning is easier because we are living out our fleshly ways, yes flesh is easier because it’s no restrictions no discipline but when we walk in the light we must have that discipline to say no to the ways of the world. 

  1 John 1:5 This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.

   There is no darkness in God; there is only light; a lot of us are confused about why there is no darkness in God, but there isn’t any sin in God; he is holy, so we should be holy when we walk in the holiness of God we are walking in the light! God isn’t going to change because the world has changed; he’s not going to stop being God because the world doesn’t want him to; no, my friends, we must give up our ways of the darkness to be closer to God, that means no fornicating no pornography no cheating no stealing no gossiping the problem with this world today it doesn’t want to hear the word no but I’m here to tell you if your following God he’s going to tell you no more ways than you can count! God isn’t telling you yes to save your feelings; he will tell you no because he’s the living God! 

   ***Today, God is saying no to this world, God is saying no to the things in it, God is saying yes to holiness; he’s saying yes to freedom; he’s saying yes to his word; he’s saying yes to you, yes to change, yes to giving up the flesh, yes to a better lifestyle which is in him! So many of us have heard yes for the ridiculous things, but God isn’t a people pleaser; he’s saying no to what we watch on TV ,to the music we listen to, and he’s saying yea to worship, he’s saying yes to the right living today.

  Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.

   The word of God can be a lamp into our feet when we are lost, but will we follow the light? Will we obey his ways and forget how we want to do things?? Will we walk in with him? Walking on the path of God isn’t being robotic; it’s knowing that on this path, he’s on with me because I am following him ALOT; of us follow the path others are on, and we forget about what God says in our life and he’s saying follow me and be ye holy. 

©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything, lord; we ask you to forgive us of the sins we have done, lord; we ask you to help us follow you. Lord, we thank you for this devotional and ask you to apply it to our lives. Lord, we ask that you help us walk in holiness, not unrighteousness. Lord, we are sorry if we offended you in any way; we ask you right now to help us through our day; in Jesus' Name, Amen 

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REFERENCES 

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+ 1 John 1:5 This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.

 

+ Matthew 5:16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven

 

+ 1 John 1:7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.

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FURTHER READINGS 

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Proverbs 11

Genesis 39

Psalm 66

1 Kings 9

Nehemiah 5

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[levanswrites]

Apartment #3 - Chapter 5

pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff

summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.

author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.

masterlist

taglist: @tsofo26 @yvonneeeee @cass0419 @nekoannie-chan @felicitylemon @nada3000 @rorilisa @observantplum-blog @strepsils123

Three days after the soup incident, the dreaded red-white-and-blue elephant in the room is finally acknowledged.

And it all starts with a UPS delivery man.

She’d just finished putting her plates away when she hears faint knocking on her door. She steps out into the hallway, giving the UPS driver a polite smile before signing off on her package—an amazon order with a few small trinkets to spruce up her new apartment. She’s just about to head back inside when the courier stops her, pointing back at Steve’s door. 

“Hey, do you know if a…” He frowns, squinting down at the label on his box.

“…Steve Rogers lives here? Apartment 4?”

“Oh, yeah, jus—“

“—wait, hold on.” 

The driver whips around to stare at her neighbor’s door, eyes doubled in size.

“That’s not like… the Steve Rogers, is it? Like, like Captain America, Steve Rogers?”

Shit.

Quick! 

“N-no, it’s someone with the same name. This guy’s like… super old. Kinda heavy set?” 

Just for good measure, she gestures loudly around her lower stomach, trying not to facepalm herself as a look of disappointment washes over the driver’s face.

“Oh. Right.” He sighs, stepping back as he sets the package down with a ‘thump’ in front of apartment #4. 

“…well, could ya let him know I left his package here?”

“Sure.”

As soon as the UPS driver is out of ear shot, his feet trudging down the stairs at the end of the hall, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief. 

As endearing as it was that Steve used his real name for deliveries (as if Steve Rogers wasn’t a household name at this point), she’s knows it’s a risky move. The exact kind of thing Fury wanted her to keep an eye on.

She stands there in her doorway, wondering whether details like these were worthy enough of alerting her boss. They'd only prove him right, after all, that Steve should have moved into the Compound.

Just then, a quiet voice from down the hall interrupts her thoughts:

"Heavy set, huh?”

And she’s not sure how Steve managed to go unrecognized by the delivery guy on his way up, even with the baseball cap and dark aviators he’s got on.

She lets out a quiet laugh, embarrassment tinting her cheeks pink.

“So you heard that.”  

He slides the glasses off his face as he approaches her, slowing down once he’s a few feet away. 

He stops, letting out a quiet sigh before pursing his lips. He’s still smiling, but the lines around his lips have grown tighter.

“Thank you, for…” He diverts his gaze, glancing up at the ceiling to find the right word before he huffs out a laugh in defeat. “….that.”

“Sure.” She nods, bouncing on her heels, suddenly feeling a gust of awkwardness roll in between them. 

The massive elephant in the room, a fact that had somehow remained unspoken until this moment. 

“So…” Steve starts, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“So.” Her gaze flits across the tense outlines of his shoulders, the nervous light in his eyes.

Was Steve really this worried about her finding out?

“Did you…?”

He trails off, and from the way his eyes are desperately shifting across her features, she can tell he’s trying to get a read on her too. 

She nods, deciding she’d spare Steve the burden of having to spell out the obvious. 

“…I-I had a hunch, yeah. You’re Captain America, right?”

The name Steve Rogers was by no means a secret alias for Captain America—a Smithsonian exhibit dedicated to his life story obliterated any chances of that. But still, she doesn’t ever recall Steve telling her his last name, and she’s not sure if this discovery is all that welcome for him.

“Yeah.”

He nods, eyes fluttering down, though it isn’t clear whether its embarrassment or guilt that seems to weigh down his shoulders. Sucking in a breath, he steps forward,   hands raised in front of him in a cautious apology.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep that from you—”

She frowns, shaking her head,  ”—no, it’s okay, Steve. You didn’t owe me that information.”

She’s got enough guilt on her mind as it is, she didn’t want him feeling that way too.

Her words seem to put him at ease, and a few quiet moments pass by before his eyes light up with renewed interest. 

“How… how’re you feeling?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah much better.”

She breathes out, grateful for the shift in tone. 

“…and thank you, for the soup! I’ll get your thermos back by tomorrow.”

“Ah, take your time, no rush. Just glad you liked it.”

“Yeah, it was… amazing. Did you make it?”

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods. 

She crinkles her nose, smiling incredulously. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook. Impressive, neighbor.”

There it was again, that nickname. Rolls of her tongue as easily as all the lies she’s been telling.

“Thanks, my uh.. “ He takes a small pause, gaze faltering in hesitation. 

“…my ma would be happy to hear that. It was her recipe.”

She pauses at those words, a quiet breath escaping her lips. Warmth spreads deep in her chest, blooming all the way down to her stomach —homemade soup for a neighbor he barely knew, and his late mother’s recipe, at that.

“T-that’s…” She hesitates, finding it difficult to formulate the right response. She manages to settle on a quiet “thank you, Steve,” wondering if he knows just how much she had left unsaid. 

Exactly four days later, the burner phone lights up with Fury’s code name. 

She doesn’t mention the UPS driver. 

[perpetuallyexhaustedlibrarian]

Spooky Anime Recommendation Time

Have I got the most batshit insane movie to recommend to you all today!!

It's an 80s anime OVA, it's a mystical fever dream, it's so bad it's good, it's:

Demon City Shinjuku (1988)

Many thanks to Mother's Basement on YouTube for the Halloween anime recs!!

Okay people, here's the rundown:

The plot: doesn't really matter. We're just here for the vibes. These two screenshots tell you everything you need to know:

English dub: so, so bad it comes around to being great. The line delivery here is just... *chef's kiss.* You have to hear it to believe it. Whoever translated this movie, I just wanna talk. With such banger lines as:

The animation: absolutely STUNNING, like, much prettier than it has any right to be.

The characters: almost non-existent. We're here to watch protag-kun fight demons and kiss a cardboard cutout of a pretty girl.

You'll ask yourself questions like:

Why does that tiny man have a grenade?!

Wouldn't your mucus membranes dissolve if your spit is sulfuric acid?

Why does no one seem to care that there's a portal to hell in Shinjuku?

My rating: An adjusted 8/10. The perfect movie for getting high and watching with friends. Vibes are impeccable for sheer ridiculous fun. Reminiscent of the feel of the greatest movies riffed by MST3K.

Where to watch: streaming on Amazon Prime or your local 🏴‍☠️ hangout

Trigger warnings: animal death, rape (mentioned), epilepsy (so many flashing lights), lots and lots of cursing, some good old fashioned 80s misogyny

[freuleinanna]

the noble conversations

carer of the stars

I had an idea to write down every single conversation that takes place in the house Noble now that the Doctor is leaving with them, but we'll see how that goes. For now, I just got my own heart broken over Wilf and Fourteen, so here you are &lt;;3

Mind you, it's all dialog. It's a thing. Whatever.

"Anything good up there?" "Oh! Doctor!" "Wi-ilf! My marvelous friend. Got you a new thermos." "Ohh, you shouldn't have! Come sit, I was just about…" "And a new blanket. This one always keeps you warm! See? Got actual light-threads of Aurora Borealis woven into it, like, actual light threads! Did you know the northern lights are really magnificently warm? Ain't it just brilliant?" "Ohhh, ho-ho… It sure sparkles! The northern lights?" "Northern as they come!" "From the actual thingy? You're not saying those are aliens?" "Well… not in itself– I mean if you– Sometimes– Oh, nevermind. A warm alien blanket for the most dedicated starkeeper!" "Thank you, my friend. Oh, but it is wonderful to have you back!" "Ha-haa!" "And the thermos? Some clever thing as well? You never seem to run out of them, I say!" "Oh! Well, it's just a thermos. Sorry. Should have thought of something… Donna Kerblam-ed it today." "Ker-what?" "Oh, you know. Got it from the thing, the what's-its-name. Amazon, whatever. Same difference. Although why call a delivery service after the forests, the warrior tribe, and the fifth wettest lake in the non-gravitational space, I will never understand. So yeah… Just a thermos, really. She says yours never keeps enough warmth." "Well, this one will. Come on, sit with me a moment, keep the old man company. I was just saying hello to the skies. Been a while, yes it has." "I'm sure they missed you, too." "Oh, Doctor. Always know a thing to say." "No, I'm serious! The stars remember, Wilf. They certainly remember you, you've kept… a brilliant watch. Watched them all when nobody else bothered to look." "Ha! Says you, who travelled them. Nuh, I'm good with my personal favorites. Shame I can't see the rest, though." "Well–" "No, that's alright. Hush, Doctor. Not in the travelling form these days." "Well, I could… Hold on." "What is it? What are you doing?" "Take a look." "Oh… Oh!.." "Beautiful, ain't it?" "Doctor! But what?.. How?.." "Sli-ightly enhanced the perception abilities of your telescope, resonated the image. Added a few filters. The universe is enormous, Wilf. Now you can see it. So many more stars to meet." "Doctor…" "Oh, no! I meant it as a good thing! You still have time, I promise you that! Oh. Wait. Ohh! Happy tears. Happy tears, right. Sorry, I'm rubbish at–" "Thank you, my friend. My dear, dear friend, thank you for everything." "Thank you. For just as much." "And I mean it, Doctor. It's wonderful to have you back." "That's the thing, though. I don't want to be wonderful. I mean, not the Time Lord wonderful. I mean, not all the time. I just… want to be. With all of you." "She did get you home, didn't she?" "Yeah… She really did." "Well, I always said, I always told her she's amazing. And she missed you terribly. Heart-breaking, Doctor. I was heart-breaking to watch her. So much sadness, and nowhere to put it. Carried it around, like luggage. Never understanding– No, I know. Don't have to explain it. Just trust me, Doctor, because I've been here. I had a duty of watching, if nothing else. With you home, it's so, so much better." "A duty of care…" "What was that?" "No, it's just– Just something I used to say. Nevermind. I think you're the best man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, Wilfred Mott. The watcher and the carer of the stars." "My Donna's a whole galaxy." "Ha! Yes, she is. And so are you." "And you, Doctor. Welcome to the family." // "So, how are the new stars, Wilf?" "Marvelous... Just marvelous." "I could tell you stories about them." "Could you really? About all of them?" "About all of them. One night at a time. That's a promise."

[wallet6464]

DRAGON X MACHO (OR SPIN KICKS AS I HAVE DECIDED TO CALL THE SHIP) 🐉 💳

This will just be me rambling about them and head cannons and stuff!

First off, why do I ship 'em?

-I genuinely think it would be a fun paring with the contrast between the two

-they have been in TWO games together (macho being champ In both)

-I just think macho would like his fun boyfriend and would think he is super sweet and adorable

-dragon needs more love

How I think they would start dating:

-I think dragon had the most obvious crush on macho thinking he was super cool

-Heike wingmanned the whole time since he could talk to macho (being in the world circuit after all)

-they acc enjoyed each other a lot and decided to acc start dating

ANYWAYS REAL HEADCANON TIME:

(With examples)

-Dragon has autism and macho doesn’t understand any of it but he still is supportive (example:)

Smm “why do you only buy dragon stuff here babe?”

Dragon “Oh dragons are my hyperfixation”

Smm “what the heck is that? Oh well doesn't matter. Here is $5000, buy every dragon here! love you babe”

Dragon “I love you too 宝贝“

(Drawing this in comic form eventually lol)

-CONSTANT BEACH DATES

dragon doesn’t mind tho he just likes to hang out with macho and macho loves to show him off and teach him how to surf (plus dragon gets to show off his cool dragon leg tattoos which is another headcannon i need to draw)

-they watch reality tv together and dragon loves to hear macho talk about the show and relationships in depth

Smm: “ that big Ed dude where do I start on HIM!”

Dragon: “um tell me his most infamous moment 宝贝”

Smm: *queue 90 day fiancé rant*

-dragon is spoiled rotten by macho, like down right decomposed rotten. dragon even mentions smth he wants and it’s his the next day

Dragon: “OMG THAT IS SO COOL” (probably a dragon figure)

Smm: “OMG YEAH BAE That’s so radical”

(already buying it on Amazon prime WITH next day delivery)

-like only Heike and soda know even though it’s really obv if people thought about it (and tbh if you asked macho he would so flex his “radical partner” or if you asked dragon he would gush about how amazing macho is as a boyfriend )

-GYM PARTNERS!!! Dragon helps macho on leg day and vice versa. Each of them are each other's spotter and motivate each other during sets.

Smm: “ PUMP IT BABE!! YOU GOT IT!!”

Dragon: “Focus 宝贝! I know you can do it!”

-dragon will climb on machos back randomly (he needs to be swears)

-Macho does Q and A live streams with dragon JUST off screen and ignores questions about him (he does a lil trolling)

Smm: “Welcome to another TUBULAR stream from SUPER MACHO MAN RAHH!”

“Give yours truly some questions dudes and dudettes”

(And Dragon just be Reading diary of a wimpy kid in the background) (is that a self projection onto dragon? Yes, it was but I’m not wrong)

-They Have a shared Spotify account and a shared playlist and they both connect their headphones and do smth together!

-on there shares Spotify their playlists would be named by macho and have really fun names (eg:)

EPIC RADICAL TUBULAR BEACH VIBES (macho’s personal playlist)

THE BAES TOTALLY SICK PLAYLIST (Dragon’s personal playlist)

AWESOME TOGETHER WITH THE BABE PLAYLIST (self explanatory)

-macho sleeps in bare minimum Pjs and dragon wears a full on dragon onesie

-they cook together but macho had a home chef as a kid so he kinda bad at it so dragon helps a lot and they have fun!

-Dragon LOVES to share his favourite Chinese dishes and macho demolishes it ALL

-play Roblox together (macho always convinces him play the dress up games but they still have fun)

Smm: “UGH who does SHE think she is getting a higher rating then my GNARLY outfit!!!”

Dragon: “ Your outfit is my favourite so it wins in my eyes!”

Smm: “thanks babe let’s beat these bogus outfits!”

OK THAT'S ALL OMG THIS IS SO LONG BUT I'M LOW KEY DELUSIONAL ABOUT SPINKICKS

if you read this far, thanks for listening to my crazy rambling about my rare pair! I love 'em so much and expect more spinkicks content in the future!