#thanks for all the compliments ive gotten this week

[enwoso]

CHANGED — arsenal wfc x lionesses!reader

now i swear someone requested this but i literally can’t find the request in my inbox at all and i’m actually starting to think ive gone crazy and that i dreamt this request but anyways part two for hyper cause if i dreamt the request or not i loved it for what i can remember of it🙃

read hyper here

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it had been a few weeks since your chat with leah, and slowly your behaviour had started to change and not for the worse. but for the better!

it took a few more scoldings from leah and kim for doing  silly things like, putting food colouring in pelovas shampoo or folding over all the pages in emily's book she was reading or when kept interrupting steph when she was filming a thirty second clip for the media team it ending up taking the australian thirty minutes to film the video instead of a minute.

but after one to many sit downs with leah and kim something clicked in your head and your mischievous acts slowly stopped.

so much so that in the first few days when you hadn't pulled a joke on anyone, the arsenal girls were wondering if you were sick or if something drastic had happened.

the girls feeling on edge about not having to check over their stuff or checking over door handles incase you had gotten to them before they had.

“y/n are you sure your not sick, there’s no way you’ve just turned down kyra’s attempt to cause havoc again!”

“i’m a changed women stephy! that’s the old me!”

and while you were technically a changed women it was all because of that big goal you had looming over your head. that you wanted to reach.

getting to the euro 2025.

yeah you still pulled a small harmless joke like scaring alessia whenever she came around a corner but that was just banter plus her face every time you did it was priceless.

plus leah said you were allowed to have some fun!

"you've had a good session today y/n" kim complimented you as she sat down next to you in the changing room you busy taking off your boots, kim felt a lot more relaxed the past few weeks not having to look over her shoulder every time she took a step in the training ground.

"thanks kim" you smiled at the captain, "let's hope you have another masterclass this weekend ey?" she nudged you as a small laugh came from you as kim was bringing up your two goals you got last weekend in the league.

"i hope so" you shrugged, your mind wasn't really on the weekend as much as it should you were more concerned about if you were going to get the phone call tomorrow or not, which would determine where your family were having their summer holiday.

"you thinking about the getting the call up?" kim asked quietly knowing your head was clearly somewhere else due to your lack of chattiness, normally your teammates would have a hard time getting you to stop talking.

you hummed as you nodded, kim bumping her shoulder into yours. "you'll get the call up, there's been a massive improvement in you over the last few weeks y/n"

you looked up to kim, seeing a genuine look on her face, "i mean it, and not only on the pitch but off the pitch too!"

"gosh your full of compliments today kimmy! did you finally wake up on the right side of the bed" you joked as you watched kim roll her eyes a small scoff coming from her.

"anddd she back! there's the y/n i know!"

it was the next day and it was safe to say you hardly slept spending too long up thinking about what you would do if you didn't get the call up, all those extra sessions, all those days spent trying to change your behaviour would have been for nothing.

but also thinking about what you would do if you did get the call up, how happy you would be and how proud your family would be of you.

walking into the colony you were tired, you were dragging your feet as your walked. your body feeling tired and you hadn't even done anything today yet.

grabbing your usual breakfast and slouching down on a chair on the closest table. "heard anything yet?" you looked up to see leah raising her eyebrows at you. shaking your head you began to eat praying it would wake you up a little.

"the list doesn't get posted until 12 so—" you hummed along with whatever leah was saying before you along with the other who were sat on your table fell into your usual small talk.

"y/n! your phones ringing!" alessia tapped you on the shoulder, your eyes snapping to the phone screen an unknown number on the screen.

"well answer it then!" leah said quickly as you scrambled to answer. standing up and walking over to the stand in the hallway where you'd be able to hear whoever was calling better.

leah, along with beth, kim, lia and alessia were all looking trying to decipher what you were saying and what the scenario was.

"do you think she's got the call up?" beth whispered as leah was trying so hard to lip read what you were saying but was really having no luck as she hadn't a clue what you were saying.

"surely, she'd be a great addition to the squad for the euros" alessia pointed out as beth hummed, along with lia and kim nodding along.

"oh she'll be gutted if she doesn't get it" lia sighed as kim give a knowing look. while she was silently praying for you hoping that you would as she dread to think about your reaction if you didn't get it.

"will you shut up i'm trying to listen!" leah huffed as she scowl at the group before going back to try her lip reading again it feeling as though you'd been standing in that hallway on the phone for the last hour when in reality it had been probably less than ten minutes.

"how is she able to hear when there's a wall there-" alessia whispered in beth's direction as beth shrugged waving off what leah had just said.

"right act normal she coming back-" leah spoke fast turning her body back around to the position she was sat in when you left trying to make out that she hadn't just been intensely staring at the conversation you were having on the phone.

"oh no she doesn't look very happy-" lia whispered, you walking in a small frown on your face. as your shoulders were hanging low as you sighed sitting down in your original seat.

"oh- y/n i'm so sor—"

"I'M GOING TO THE EUROS BABY!" you cheered, your face changing in a split second from a frown to a big cheesy grin as the canteen when quiet for a minute as they all processed what you'd said.

the girls all jumped up hugging you and congratulating you as they told you how proud they were of you.

“what did sarina say?” beth asked as the celebrations calmed down and everyone had sat back down.

“she just said she’d seen how well i’ve been playing and she thinks i could be good option for a game changer at the euros” you said with the same smile, it not leaving your face and probably wouldn’t be for a long time.

leah sat listening to you as you recalled the phone call over to them, as she sat like a proud mother. "yes kiddo! switzerland won't know what has hit them!"

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Your Secret Recipe for Sanji A La Mode PT. 1 A gender neutral reader x Sanji fic Rated E: contains sexual content, oral, Sanji in lingerie, mentions of bondage/bdsm (no actual bondage/bdsm in this fic, will be in part 2), coming untouched, implied that reader is a bit of pervert for Sanji NO food involved sexually the title was just funny to me ok Word count: 2208 Summary: Sanji is WEAK for you, and you wanna see him in something sexy in your bed, good thing you have JUST the recipe for such a delicacy!

A/N: HUGE thank you to the heart pirate homie hoppers for helping me workship this fic ive been struggling with for like 2-3 weeks lol! Thank you @mandiemegatron & @guilty-sugar (I literally wouldnt have gotten this far w/o Mandie TT_TT tysm ilysm)

For a man who exuded strength and pride, your amusement was palpable when you marveled at how effortlessly Sanji succumbed to the delectable flavors of your charm

Whether it unfolded through the savory banter that rolled off your tongue like a well-prepared dish, the subtle graze of your hands during the exchange of your favorite drink, or the delight of your eyes meeting across the deck with a hint of spice in a cheeky wink, every interaction with you seemed to season his demeanor.

Like ingredients harmonizing in a perfect dish, each aspect of your presence had a transformative effect, turning the strong and proud man into a concoction of flavors, a delicious blend responding to the culinary symphony of your allure.

And you yearned to have him in your hands, cradled delicately like the soft dough kneaded under Sanji’s beautiful hands, glazed over with his tears from the sweetness of a heartfelt confession. You wanted to tie him up delicately and hold him together when he inevitably crumbles apart for you.

Thankfully the recipe for this delightful surprise only required a few careful steps, thoughtful timing around your next couple destinations, acquiring suitable bindings for an artful presentation, and of course, selecting the perfect gift for your delicious chef that compliments his profile like a fine wine with a meal.

When the opportune moment arrives, all it takes is a moment to ensure you stay behind with Sanji while the rest of the crew is off exploring the new island allowing you to saunter into the kitchen with the confidence of a skilled chef, Sanji’s gift hidden behind your back as you express a sudden craving for something sweet.

Your eyes sparkle with delight when Sanji jumps at the chance to cook something delectable just for you, his praises already sweetening the air before you even find a seat, discreetly hiding his gift like a secret ingredient.

Alone with him, the kitchen became a culinary stage, and he was already overwhelmed, the heat of flustered emotions rising as you watched him cook with undivided attention, something he often begged for from you but instantly felt overwhelmed by when given it.

By the time he was finished his heart was racing as he presented your favorite treat in an elegant display, a blush growing on his cheeks as he spoke with a smile,

“Something sweet, for my sweet, I hope you enjoy”

Laughing softly, you’d place a hand delicately on his wrist, leaving him simmering in anticipation as you spoke sweetly,

“I’d enjoy anything from you, Sanji”

He’s a bubbling pot of emotions when you withdraw your hand to taste the delicacy he prepared, made only sweeter by his reaction. You grinned and laughed a little as Sanji wobbled away in a daze, letting your eyes trail after him as he fluttered weakly about the kitchen, unable to calm himself down under your weight of your gaze eyeing him up and down like he was what you wanted to eat as he continued to clean up the kitchen.

He’s already light headed before making his way back to you just as you finish up your treat to clear away your plate when he asks,

“How was it, my dove?”

“Oh, dessert was delicious, I was hoping I could have you for the main course though” you'd say with a wink and slide the gift you wrapped so carefully onto the counter, lifting the lid for him to see the contents as he wibbles and wobbles, nose bleeding and flush running up his face as he stutters out a weak

“O-Of course m-mon amour” and promptly faints at your feet

Amused, you’d help prop him up, whether it’s in the kitchen or his room, and tend to the aftermath. Placing his gift gently in his arms, and taking your leave for him to wake up in his own time.

Your anticipation simmered in the air, much like a slow cooked dish, as you savored the prospect of the impending moment. After all, the most exquisite dishes demand patience, and you have been exceptionally patient.

Weeks of careful preparation had transpired to gather the necessary ingredients for this night, treating it like Sanji would a complex recipe, each component thoughtfully chosen and measured.

Returning to your room, you prepared for the real delicacy of the night, dressing in your most seductive outfit and draping yourself loosely with a robe. The ropes, painstakingly dyed blue for this occasion, a gag you tied the week prior, and lovely little blindfold, all laid out like ingredients for a culinary masterpiece before settling in the comfort of your bed to wait out your growing excitement.

The wait would be brief before Sanji was at your door in a panic. His frantic knocks echoed across your room as he poured out one rushed apology after another

“Y/N, I am deeply apologetic for the embarrassing display you had to clean up, I was so overcome with my emotions for you at the sight of such a gift! Please give me a chance to make it up to you, I-I’ll do anything please! It won’t happen again mon amour!”

Smirking as you close your book and set it aside, going to the door, opening to Sanji's pitiful gaze as he falls on his knees, gift in hand as he wraps his arms around your waist and rubs his face into you while you card a hand through his hair and spoke in a deceptively sweet tone

“Oh it’s alright Sanji kun, I was just worried you didn’t like my gift, I spent so long picking it out just for you” trailing off and letting him jerk his head up to look at you and squeeze you tighter, his nose already bleeding a little bit again from just being against your skin

“I’d love anything from you Y/N, I was simply overwhelmed from imagining you wearing something like this for me!”

You grin as you look down at him, “Although I’d be happy to wear something like this for you sometime, I got this for you, Sanji kun” savoring the way his face turns a brilliant red. He pulls back and looks down at the box in his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the box

“This, mon cheri? A-are you sure you want me to wear this?”

Your eyes gleam when you nod, excitement flushing your skin as he takes a deep breath before giving a desperate “Anything you want mon amour!”

You can barely contain your excitement as you guide Sanji up onto his feet and let him into your room, letting your robe fall off your shoulders as you sit back down on your bed, letting the view of your outfit send tremors down Sanji’s entire body, his pants already lightly tented as you eye him up and down, watching him intently as comes to a stop in front of you.

His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated and he’s clearly already dying to reach out and touch you, you can tell by the way his hands tremble and he bites his lip, eager to please and hesitant to disappoint he eyes you up and down, licking his lips and shuffling on his feet, looking down at the gift in his hands then back at you, his face still a smoldering red as he clears his throat.

“S-so mon bijou, how would you like me to..?” trailing off uncertainly, fidgeting under your gaze

“Why don’t you try it on for me right now?” you give a cheeky grin, “If you’re shy I can close my eyes for you, my dear”

Sanji’s knees buckled a little and he let out a stuttering breath as he nods shakily “A-ah yes, of course,” stumbling a little when he steps forward to place the gift box beside you on the bed and straightening back out to undress.

You manage to keep your breathing even when he slides off his shoes and even when his jacket comes off, licking your lips as he loosens his tie and begins to expose his sculpted chest one undone button at a time. Tilting your head back to take in the view when he starts to tug off his belt, you bite your lips as he pushes down his pants to reveal miles of deliciously thick thighs.

Your mouth is watering by the time he’s freeing his erection and reaching over to grab the silky blue outfit you spent so long picking out. Grabbing the brilliant blue material of the stockings first, slipping them on with trembling fingers when he reaches for the thong next when reach over and stop him with an airy laugh,

“Actually have to put the garter on first love, here, let me help you”

You pull the garter out of the box and traded him pieces of fabric as he stepped into the piece, his flush growing further down his body and erection straining as you kneel down to clasp the straps to the stockings, you stand back up, handing the thong back to him as you lean in close to press a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear

“There you go handsome, you’re doing great”

Sanji’s breath is ragged as you step back, watching him slip on the underwear, barely able to contain his throbbing member like you can barely contain yourself as he pulls out the delicate bra top, slipping those sculpted arms through the straps. You can’t help yourself from putting your hands on them and turning him around to get a delicious view of his perfect ass as you hook the bra for him, turning him back around and stepping back to sit down and lean back on the bed to admire how perfectly the blue lingerie complimented his skin, contrasting brilliantly with the blush spread down his body, complimented further by the dribble of blood dripping down his face as he watches you with ragged breath, he tries to follow after you, going in for a kiss but you put a hand on his chest, leaving him leaning over you as you smirk, inches from his lips as you speak

“Ah- Ah, before you get to have anything from me, didn’t you say you’d make it up to me for having to clean up your mess earlier? Maybe you can start by tasting the treat I have for you, and you can use your tongue to clean up the mess you’ve made of me until I feel like you’ve made it up to me.”

Sanji groans and runs his hands down your sides as he shakes his head up and down like a bobble head “Anything for you mon cherie”

And he’s sliding down between your legs, his hands shaking as he grabs at your thighs, kissing and nipping up them till he reaches your underwear, moaning when he inhales your scent, unable to control himself as he licks you through your underwear, the sounds you make send him over the edge he was already straining at and he's coming untouched just from the faint taste of you.

He pants and groans through it, pulling your underwear down through the shudders and your hands are in his hair when starts eating you like a man starved. He’s all soft lips and warm tongue, you’re unable to stay quiet when you feel trembling fingers join his tongue, you’re pulling on his hair and you thrust your hips to ride his face, chasing your pleasure as Sanji drowns in it, completely overwhelmed by everything about you as he swirls his tongue and sucks gently on you.

You’re throwing your head back, eyes closed when you tell him in between gasps

“Yes, Sanji, just like that, good boy”

And he groans into your core, eyes rolling back as his hips stutter and he finds release untouched once again as he brings you to yours.

You let him rest his head on your thigh as you both catch your breath and your running a hand comforting through his hair, it takes you a minute before you’re sitting up, slipping a hand under Sanji’s chin tipping his head back to look at you as you lean forward to reward him with a deep, tender kiss, laughing at his dazed face when you pull back and say

“Did you enjoy your treat Sanji dear?”

He nods weakly in your hand and you make an obvious glance down at his mess and back to his eyes, smiling sweetly when you coo at him

“I’m so glad, but that wasn’t supposed to be about you getting off was it?” He gulps and shakes his head softly in your hand, “So how about you let me tie you up and we can focus on you for a bit, see how many times we need to make you come before you can focus on just me?”

His pupils are blown out and blood drips from his nose as he nods weakly in your hand again, whimpering when you put your lips to his and tell him to use his words, kissing him when he says “yes, please, anything you’ll give me mon amour.”

[jettorii]

ninjago main four tk headcanons :]

this is my overly large collection of hcs that just either popped in my head or were taken from asks ive gotten so thank you to everyone that gave a little contribution!!!(and to rico MUAH thank you for letting me plagiarize some of your hcs >:]

general

- you cannot tell me they all dont get into tickle fights all the damn time

- as a welcome gift for kai becoming part of the team, the three ganged up and tickled him (all of them made sure he was fine with it first, asking what he thought about tickles and kai just turned bright red)

- theyve turned saturdays to their annual tickle fight competition, where they all gather in the room and see who can last the longest without tapping out

- (winner gets to skip out on chores for the entire week, but typically gets tickled the most throughout it because everyone is a sore loser LFMAO)

- casual cuddle nights where it always somehow turns into tickling. idfk at least one of them decides to start something, let it be accidental or not one of them tickles another then suddenly its a pile of lego men laughing

- like theyre so close to falling asleep but cole decides theyre not sleeping and slowly claws along jays tummy waking everyone up with a screech

- suddenly the two are in this mosh pit of a tickle fight while zane and kai are groaning about how they just want to sleep

- but eventually they do get dragged into it farewell zzs 😞😞

kai

lee

- extremely touch starved but scared to actually engage or ask for it himself

- which was before he met the ninja

- was flabbergasted when he saw how physically close everyone was with each other

- not just the constant tickle fights, but hugs, cuddles and occasional kisses theyd give

- which is basically how they found out he was ticklish

- like the three would be so touchy with kai like, hugging and inviting him over to cuddle with them but kai would get so flustered hed just. quickly spit out some things and run

- they all didnt want him to feel uncomfortable so they never pushed, so when kai did willingly join them at some point cole got wayy too hyper he went crazy peppering kais neck n ears with kisses just to hear kai shriek

- then things really turned forward

- is the biggest blusher omfg its so cute

- panicked, boisterous laughter while making multiple attempts to hide his face hes so blushy

- of course the ninja didnt let him hide his face, they once trapped kai in a cuddle hug with his arms trapped under two of them, while at the same time all were giving him tickly kisses

- with kai in this position he wias so fucking red lmdao they love him too much

- cant take tickle kisses, nibbles or gnaws for the life of him omfg

- which all the ninjas know and take complete advantage of

- they not only tickle really bad but get him super red at the same time bonus bonus

- has to be super careful when cuddling with cole because one time he trapped kai in this monster lock hug from the front and nuzzled his tummy with kisses and nibbles

- kai never recovered from this he was screaming so loud

- stubborn and cocky, so everyone likes taking him down a peg by melting him into a puddle of giggles

- hes super susceptible to slow teases + tickles

- aggressive tickles are ones to get him howling, but the gentle ones drive him crazy

- in reference to what i said earlier, monster lock hug from cole. then slow, wiggly fingers grazing along his hips was enough for kai that day

- he couldnt do anything but slap on coles shoulder, make several attempts to hide his face and made these funky unintelligible grumbles

- and to make it worse, cole was monstrous with the compliment + teasing combo

- never recovered from this

- didnt even know this but he has horribly sensitive feet as well

- bruggghh who let him decide it would be a good idea to provoke zane by poking him with his dogs

- kai did and hes stupid

- zane didnt even blink when he grabbed kais ankle and proceeded to tickle the daylights out if his sole until the others rushed in confused

- i dont think i talked about his hips but yeah. genuinely terrible spot for him. i dont even feel bad hes a little loser

- once again. screaming when jay decided it would be fun to pin kai down and squeeze his hips like no tomorrow

- the ninja just all love to tickle him to pieces okay

ler

- i may have gone a little insane on the lee hcs but hes also one hell of a ler

- super big on teases + pretty competitive ler

- pretty sure hes made zane short circuit from teases solely at least once

- like his ultimate goal is to fluster the shit out of whoever hes tickling

- ((mainly because he wants revenge for all the times the other ninja had made him all blushy because hes a loser

- he will never feel satisfied unless he is able to be as mean as he can fr omg

- like he once picked on jay by locking him in this weird ass position where kai could freely claw at his tummy while having the freedom to say as many teases as he can WHILE noting down what got him more frantic

- like this man takes tickling so seriously its hilarious he will always have some sort of mental note on what teases work on the other the best

- everyone hates him for this. absolutely despises him

- would get into absolute competitive rounds of tickle fights with cole where the two would literally be at each others throats for first place

- kai found this little technique where he'll climb up behind cole, wrap his legs and arms around him and tickle him senseless until he gives up

- works majority of the time because cole cant shake him off unless hes able to grab kais knee

- kai is crazy stubborn so he wont give up until cole is at his death spots??? but either way kai is still going to try his damn hardest to flip things around again even if hes shrieking

jay

lee

- shrieker, screamer and snorter

- babbles when he notices the others about to tickle him he will freak out

- nearly bust kais eardrums when he snuck up and tickled jay for the first time

- yet kai still does it because he finds the whole situation fucking hilarious

- chasing or any sort of anticipation gets him SO bad

- jay despises it when cole decides to chase him because he is SO jumpy and frantic and literally cannot deal with the anticipation

- like he'll be dashing around but be much more giddy than usual because. adrenaline.

- cole would be trying to make the air much more tense with teases while hunting him down, but jay literally yells throughout giggles for him to stop LMFAO

- "when i catch you, im going to-"

- "STOHOP NO NO NOO YOU WONT!!"

- most tickly tummy out of everyone

- its his immediate death spot, he'll be scream laughing right away

- cole decided it would be fun to nom on his belly and jay died

- goodbye boy you will be missed

- even zane joined in on the fun, making cole hold jays arms above his head to allow zane to slowly claw his cold hands along jays skin

- bro was SO loud and frantic shaking his head like crazy he basically shook the entire room

- he also remembers how kai walked in on this entire scene happening, took one look and immediately walked right out

- jay got him afterwards for leaving him in the dust

- big unintentional thrasher

- hes probably given wayy too many injuries to everyone unintentionally LFMAO

- kicked kai in the stomach once, smacked cole in the face and elbowed zane in the shoulder

- probably laughed harder at this happening than being tickled

- even gets sparks of lightning that shoot out his hands when hes laughing

- they can come in waves either being strong or weak, but either way when it hits his ler, it tickles

- jay loves when this happens and would purposely aim his hands towards the spots of whoevers tickling him

- which is why all the ninja have learned its best to pin at least a hand over jays head before wrecking him

- also has extremely high pitched panicked giggles that they all find extremely endearing muahmfuah

- like his voice will go so high pitched they all call him the squeaky toy

- used to be a little bit insecure about his laugh because he thought it was weird when hed squeak

- but all the compliments and sweet teases say otherwise so jay shuts up when hes about to say something negative about his laugh

- he said it once and got tickled with so much love from the three

- its just soso sweet im going to go cry he <3

ler

- absolute mean ass gremlin ler

- was the one who introduced tickling as their daily thing to bug each other with

- and started a shit ton of tickle fights throughout their time together

- he was the one who introduces the idea of having a tickle tournament because hed thought it would be fun

- hes been tickled so many times so dont think he wont remember all the different techniques he picked up

- i feel like everyone actually underestimated his ability to tickle others at first because he was just a silly little guy but noo they were all so wrong

- uses his lightning to tickle others because hes a little shit that is able to use his powers to his advantage

- everyone hates him for this because 1. theyre salty they cant use their powers for this intent and 2. it tickles like crazy

- uses this specifically for poking/ tazing people with his powers or just grabbing at ribs

- jay tickled cole so bad with his tazes once and cole in return gave jay one of the most intense chases hes ever had in his life

- like full blown tickle monster chasing after a banshee

- also found out zane is the most susceptible to his tazes because they affect him much more than normal tickles

- and WILL take that to his advantage because when jay does use his powers, zane is scream thrashing which he almost never does

- hes also pretty big on anticipation because he knows how bad it gets him so he just has to do it to the others

- coos and laughs along with who hes tickling because he finds it super silly and sweet

- looves squeezing because he feeds on seeing the person hes tickling thrashing around while hes just having a good time

- literally always the first one to start any tickle fights

- unprovoked will sneak up behind one of them and squeeze their spots until they crumble

zane

lee

- kind of just. takes the tickles unless it gets to a very specific spot

- has a really soft, breathy laugh that the others swoon on

- when you get one of his bad spots, he'll glitch a bit along with a high pitched squeak, but it wont hurt him

- he'll also uncharacteristically thrash and squirm!!!! gets more frantic n giggly which everyone loves

- in a way his little glitch like a high pitched squeak/snort that makes zanes movements much more reactive, like he'll gently push at hands and slowly try to slink away

- the first time this happened everyone freaked out and zane had to reassure that he was okay and just another way of laughing when things get a bit hysterical

- now they all think its the cutest thing ever and tickle him just so they can hear his laughter and his little squeaks

- all the ninja are SO soft about it too, always checking in to see if anything may be too overwhelming for zane as its a completely new sensation

- he is fine, he likes having this little bonding moment w them

- jay bullies him a lot solely because his electricity has been by far one of the most effective ways of getting zane to crumple to the ground

- zane is known to kind of just let out his little breathy laughs and squirm a bit, which is why it was incredibly surprising to both parties when jay snuck up behind him, tased his ribs and the next second zane barked out a laugh and fell down LMFAO

- they both looked at each other for a second before cackling because it was funny, then the next it was a whole different type of laughter because jay did it again but with full on tickles

- also has very sensitive ears and hands!!!! jumped a mile high when cole decided it would be a good idea to breathe down his neck and the story ends there LDMAO

- actually used to be. pretty neutral about tickling until it became a daily bonding activity hed do with the others

- tickling makes him feel more human as well and acts as a comfort to him that he knows he can be tickled just like the ninja can

- was actually worried at first he wouldnt be ticklish but cole was not taking that and did his silly little experiment and now :]]]]

- AND didnt know he could be this panicked and flustered while being tickled, because his system never really had to experience this type of emotion before but he liked it a lot

- although it did make him even more blushy because it was a good realization he had

ler

- cold and calculated movements when tickling otners

- tickles the others the least, but when he does or is about to, everyone sprints

- found this function where he can jitter his fingers really fast along any spot which drives all of them insane

- zane gathered everyone so he could demonstrate and used jay as his guinea pig only for him to scream and jump a mile high

- they all ran afterwards

- AND along with this he also uses it on his lips when hes giving raspberries

- when i say jay dies this man dies on spot when this happens

- zane had him pinned and jay saw him prepping to turn the feature on and he was SCREAMING before it even started LMFAOO

- he picks on everyone when they least expect it because when his attacks happen, theyre brutal

- like once jay wrecked the absolute living shit out of zane

- and in casual zane style he let jay be on his toes for a week expecting revenge

- buut forgot about it afterwards and let his guard down

- which is when zane casually just walked up behind jay when he was talking to nya, scoops him up and takes him away for sweet sweet revenge

- jay didnt even know it was revenge until zane pinned him down and pulled his shirt up to reveal his tummy then immediately began to screech

- likes 'chasing' kai and shoving his hands under his shirt with his reasoning being "my system needs a warmup"

- they both know its bullshit so it just turns into this overdramatic chase around the room where kai is SPRINTING while zane is casually walking towards him because he knows he'll catch him

- in the end zane always catches him one way or another and wiggles his fingers where its nice and cozy

- gets kai the worst because of this sole reason,, the icy hands just make him much more sensitive to zanes tickles

- super brutally honest with his teases

- its not even teases its literally just him pointing out the obvious yet everyone seems to??? hate it more when its the truth?????

- never really understood it when each time hed do this theyd tell him to shut up but at the same time he found it really amusing

- solely because it would make their reactions even more sillier and he found it v endearing

- WILL ALSO reveal anyones spots without any warning like hes stating a fun fact

- and just. knows. he knows.

- he’ll take one look at someone and make his silly calculated guess and itll always somehow be a spot that makes the person rush into a panic

- none of the ninja know how he does it but they all collectively agree that it is both amazing and terrible at the same time

- RIB COUNTER

- loves doing it because he says “i like learning about anatomy”

- which is bullshit he just likes being mean

- like he’ll pay extra attention to each and every rib when tickling the life out of either of the ninja

- found a very specific rib on the higher end with cole that has him howling and has kept this information to himself for the longest time

- mainly because no one has asked yet because he exposes everyones spots when asked LFMAO

cole

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- at some point all the ninjas thought this hoe wasnt ticklish because he was so good at hiding it

- and absolutely loved keeping his reputation as the high and mighty tickle monster out of all of them

- like hed dodge the question by tickling the person asking to pieces so they forget or would just drop the question

- or the ninja would poke him, but since cole was expecting it, he could control his reactions pretty well

- buut no secrets are hidden in this household

- and if you live with a few other curious ninja i dont think anything will be left unsettled

- zane literally unprovoked and out of nowhere sneaks up behind him and claws at coles ribs making him let out one of the loudest shrieks everyones heard

- mind you this was when they were all casually chatting in their rooms

- theres like a moment of silence for everyone to process this until its absolute chaos

- jay is screaming "YOU LIAR" while kai wrestles cole to the ground with zane whos smirking at the situation unfold

- has ridiculously ticklish thighs that no one knew about until jay was being a little silly and ran his fingers along coles inner thigh

- the two were lounging on the couch with cole who had one of his legs on jay just for that to happen and nearly kneed him in the face

- jay immediately gasped in shock and started laughing, gave a few more squeezes up on his thigh until cole pounced

- cole literally had to tickle the shit out of jay to keep him from telling the others (theyll find out eventually)

- not too much of a thrasher or one to get away, but he'll say things that mean the opposite yet the ninja can clearly tell hes enjoying it

- which gets him horrendously flustered that they all noticed it

- "get AWAY!!"

- "then why arent you running??"

- or one time zane had cole all propped up in his lap and was slowly circling his finger along his ribs driving him into a giggling frenzy

- but zane being zane noticed immediately that cole was leaning more towards him than away

- "if you say you hate this, then why are you leaning into my fingers?"

- cole just buried his face hes not dealing with that question

- then zane asked why this question got to cole so bad in front of EVERYONE and suddenly jay and kai are also mildly flustered but now know what gets to cole

- was and still is extremely embarassed over how ticklish he is in his little specific spots

- like. hes so used to people perceiving him as the tough big guy so he tries to live up to those expectations only to crumble under a few wiggly fingers

- which everyone except for cole LOVED because they thought it was so sweet n cute

- they all dont really make fun of him for this but they just. yeah they love tickling him n hearing him giggle

ler

- self proclaimed tickle monster out of the bunch which pisses everyone off because hes right

- absolutely no mercy when hes getting any of the three fr they all know when his mind is set on tickling someone they are going to get tickled

- which always leads into this gigantic tickle fight which begins with cat and mouse, or if its kai this man wont even run he'll try to fight back which just results in even more chaos

- has this little signature smile or look that everyone knows they have to prepare for

- like they could literally just be watching a movie and cole will dramatically look to one of them and they KNOW shits going down

- big on tickle kisses, bites and nibbles nom nom nom

- he likes pretending whoever hes tickling is his food and does these little playful growls when nomming on them

- done this way too many times to jay because it gets him the best

- or just casually grabbing someone, picking them up and wrecking the absolute life out of them

- likes manhandling his lees because all they can do is just kick their legs and hope he'll go easy on them

- like hes literally thrown kai over his shoulder and scribbled his knees

- mf couldnt do anything except lightly pound on his back

- once tickled all three ninja at once it was wild

- beat them all at a video game and as "losers punishment", he made them lie down next to each other back against the floor

- then proceeded to give left hand to kai, right hand to zane and raspberries to jay who was dubbed the shitty shitty loser

- he was so good at it too???? sir how and why would you do this to them

- it got so loud to the point where lloyd ran in and started shouting at them to shut the fuck up

- man needs to play his roblox in peace without them screeching in the back

- he scared off lloyd when cole yelled he was going to get him next

- cole and jay would be having tickle fights in some of the worst situations possible it was both ridiculous and entertaining for kai and zane

- like theyd be having a lecture from sensei wu and cole would sneak jabs at jays ribs making him shriek

- sensei wu was not amused

[coldresolve]

You probably get a million of these but your story is absolutely perfect in every way and holy shit. I did NOT expect that to happen - although i did expect that there will be an attempt, but not carried out successfully, iykwim.

Damn renee. I hope he will be fine 🥺 poor little guy. He needs a good old hug.

And imani comforting conrad was the most delicious scrumptious moment in this chapter for some reason, she is just so pure and wants to help </3 awww i love it.

And like, jesus, i could talk about this for hours and days and weeks but damn it, i cant wait for the next chapter, it will be so interesting to see how emergency services react?

And damn shaun is so professional holy shit idk why i love him too!!!!!! He is so good and so “detached” but he still cares and doesnt want anyone to die. He has his rules and morals but its not like the “youre a bad guy you tortured someone i will let you die” but “youre still a human being worth saving” eventho he most likely knows what renee did… well he definitely knows, he seems like the type who puts the pieces together fairly quick but doesnt like to mention it. Just aware of the picture without interfering. Or idk if i got that wrong, thats just how i saw him, and i love his personality.

Well i love all your characters’ personalities and yeah, please please never stop writing, im absolutely blown away and you (and M.M.) inspired me to get back into writing! So thank you for that. Youre an amazing human being and your story helped me more than you can ever imagine. Sorry for the rant i cant contain my thoughts anymore.

asdfkjh thank u nonny. its wild to me that theres been so many ppl saying ive gotten them back into writing, i think thats genuinely the best compliment i could get. go for it man, theres so much meaning in it

also small ramble time

shaun is kind of an interesting character yea. hes a black market doctor and i didnt want to go the route of 'he's just in it for money'. so i had to give him ethics thatd allow for treating people regardless of the abhorrent things theyve done, and staying neutral to the suffering (and possibly death) that those same people might cause down the line. so yknow, if he wants to save lives that'd otherwise be lost because these people won't go to regular hospitals, he has to stay neutral, because otherwise they wouldnt come to him for the treatment they need. he has weighed the here-and-now suffering of the people he treats and concluded that as a rule it has to be prioritized over possible-future-suffering. and it all results both in shaun being complicit in conrads torture, and doing what he did in the last chapter

idk how explicit im gonna get with it in the coming chapters and its not a huge spoiler, but like. this whole event has definitely made him reconsider his approach, cause suddenly its not so black and white as neutral-professionalism-saves-lives. suddenly his lack of intervention allowed the circumstances that resulted in three deaths. and how often has something like that happened throughout his career where he just never found out about it, yknow?

[iron234]

saw a post abt how its dumb that people dont like it when cashiers talk to them and it reminded me of when i went to check out an antique store with my dad last month . the people there were super cool. great music in the store and i actually kind of loved how full of stuff it was . when we were leaving one guy packing up stuff from outside complimented my world machine hoodie and i was like :]] um. yeah thanks its., From a game :] . its actually so cool when people talk to you even if they think your hoodie is danganronpa

oh yeah also saw a big cardboard skull and a skeleton model and. like a head of some Horned Beast like a cow or bull it was crazy. they had so much and i really wanna go back there again to see what else there is because they have a whole ass basement of stuff but its kind of far and i feel like ive already gotten enough stuff these past couple of weeks :-[ but i got all the time in the world u know . so many years to go back there or go to some other cool place

[dottcre]

Tell me about Ezra Ares I wanna know

-RA (giving you chance to rant and info dump)

THANK YOU BBY you’re now my favourite (/j)

i rambled a lot under cut ive been thinking about this for weeks sorry. cw?? i think?? toxic relationships and motivations, talking about dottore’s experimenting on children, trauma, etc

before i start rambling i have to point out that my oc and dottore does not have a romantic relationship

so first of all, ezra ezra is 2.02m tall and weighs 93kg currently and came from an abusive family. he has always thought of himself as useless because of his parents. he was, however, born physically stronger and more healthy compared to the other kids his age. this entire story is also based in snezhnaya

one night when he was about 9-10, he got taken away to be used for one of dottore’s experiments. the other kids who were with him at the start of the experiment were all dead in the end, and he was the only one who managed to (just barely) live through the hell. dottore marvelled at his constitution and made an offhand remark complimenting it, which ezra heard. that was practically the first time he’s been told anything nice in his life, and it left a very strong imprint in his memories.

at the end, he finally couldn’t stand the experiments anymore and dottore got one of his minions to discard ezra’s “dead” body, except he wasnt dead and managed to crawl his way to a nearby village, where he was nursed back to health and taken in by a widow. since he didn’t remember his birth name anymore, and only the code they addressed him by in the lab, the lady named him ezra.

the trauma from his time spent in the labs twisted into something else, leading him to have a fixation on becoming a part of the fatui, all while holding onto that meaningless comment from a man who ruined his entire life.

anyways!! in the present, he worked hard day and night and he is now 28 years old and a member of the fatui. it was just another day when he heard buzz among some of the other fatui in his rank about how “The Doctor” had just “gotten rid” of another one of his incompetent assistants and took the chance to work for him, which is where he is now!!

his design is inspired by one of those rabbits that they test stuff on in labs and the huge scar on his left eye was from a chemical spill in the lab and it blinded his eye in the process 💗

[phoenixcrematory]

The Disgraced Knight

Naruto Fantasy Week 2020

July 7th: Knights, Dragons, and Druids

This has been an amazing week! I’ve seen a ton of cool stuff!

@naruto-fantasy-week

[yuumaofc]

//Ep. 4; They don’t like him, I wonder why.

HELLO PEOPLE SCHOOL IS SO FUCKING STRESSFUL LIKE WIGJOSKFS AND IVE HAD WRITERS BLOCK FOR SO LONG BUT IVE FINALLY TJOUGHT OF SOMETHING I CAN GO WITH YAY HO ME KDKSS FR KDKXKDVJSOI GEE N DEV J D

Btw the taglist is getting huge🧍🏻‍♀️ probably not as big as I think since I’m writing this message prematurely but yeah I’ve gotten so many notifications abt it BUT HEY THANKS FOR LIKING MY SERIES GUYS LIKE HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE NFKDJFS THE COMPLIMENTS ARE TOO MUCH I FEEL SO APPRECIATED 😭😭 Anyways have this chapter after almost frying my brain for thinking of a new chapter prompt :D

TW// none(I think-)

FELIX’S POV

The whispers.. I can hear them whispering to each other while I pass by. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.. How did MC do this? It’s only been 2 weeks since I got here and the only good thing here is MC. Not even the angels or the.. shady wizard can make me feel a little better, at least not like MC can. They’re nice people and I do like them but I can’t help feeling like they have a certain distaste for me.. A-and I know that the angels can’t really feel like that because they can’t lie! Luke told me that, and he’s not very secretive about his favor of MC over me but I wouldn’t have it any other way! Truly MC is the best thing that’s possibly ever happened to anyone!

But the whispers… the giggles.. the laughter. The way they smirk with such malice or sneer in disgust that I ever came here.. I hate it. I hate it here. I hate the angels. I hate that shady wizard! I hate the prince and his stupid butler!! I HATE THE BROTHERS!! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!! I HATE MC!! WHY CAN’T THEY ALL JUST GO AWAY?! I WANNA GO HOME!! I WISH I NEVER MET ANY OF THEM!! I WISH I WAS NEVER BROUGHT HERE!! I.. I’m so tired of being compared to MC! It’s always MC this and MC that! What about me?! I am my own person!! I’m not MC!! I can’t stand being around MC anymore!

…No, I can’t lie to myself like that.. It’s impossible to hate MC and I can’t even deny the fuzzy feelings I get around them.. They make me so happy and warm, I feel so appreciated around them. They make my stomach feel funny, all tingly and weird, and my face grows warm. So warm that I feel like the sun! MC makes everything better.. I don’t know how, they just do!

“Now what do we have here?”

I whipped around as soon as I heard someone mutter that into my ear, “H-Huh? What..?” Quickly looking around, I tried to see who said that into my ear.

Felix- “H-hello..?”

My breathing started to become heavier and heavier, where was this demon?!

Felix- “Relax!.. relax relax relax relax relax relax relax relax! It’s fine.! There’s no one here Felix! You’re worrying over nothing!”

???- “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, rabbit~”

I froze. The voice was right behind me, looming over my shoulder.. I don’t wanna look at him.. I’m gonna die here, aren’t I? I wish I never came here in the first place.. why was I brought here..?

Felix- “MC.. please.. help me..!”

???- “MC? Ohh~ You mean the other human! Don’t worry, Rabbit! No one will find us here. Not even if you scream! This part of campus has long been abandoned after the prince’s butler deemed it unsafe!”

I stayed silent, but if this place was so dangerous then why didn’t they board it up or close it off?

???- “You must be wondering why they didn’t close it up or board it off, since you’re so quiet. Don’t worry~ I’ll tell you why! The prince’s butler told everyone who attends that they’ll face a severe punishment if found wandering here.

Felix- “B-but I thought it was unsafe.. why would he go and give them punishment for doing that..?”

???- “Because they went against his words, rabbit. Not very bright, are you?”

His hand traveled up to my Adam’s apple and gripped my neck tightly, a warning. If I were to scream then he’ll snap my neck.

Felix- “Wh-What do you want from me..?!”

???- “I want to make a deal with you, Rabbit!”

Felix- “A.. deal?”

???- “Yes of course!”

Felix- “And if I don’t accept?”

???- “Then you can consider the love of your life gone!~ Running off into the sunset hand in hand with someone who isn’t you~”

Felix- “Ngh!- I.. What is it..?”

???- “Aha! I knew you’d come around! Oh and, since you’ve accepted, there’s no backing out now.”

Felix- “H-huh?!-“

I whirled around to look at the male demon, he had long white hair and pale skin accompanied with crimson red eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, as if looking for my deepest and darkest secrets.

He grinned with malice and his eyes shone with evil intent, it made me regret ever turning around to look at him.

???- “Nice to meet you, Rabbit~ My name is Kain! Please to be in business with you.”

If I had known that making the deal with him would’ve ended with me getting my identity and body stolen, then I would have just asked him to kill me instead..

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ??? ᴛɪᴍᴇ: 11:39ᴘᴍ}

???- “Ara!~ Kain seem’s to have did something again, how fun!”

//

AJFJCC HEY WSP YEAH I JUST DROPPED THAT BOMB ON YOU WHAT UOU GONNA DO???🤨🤨 You gonna pull up to my house and fight me?! DO IT/j (please don’t💀) oh and sorry for the short ass chapter I couldn’t think of anything else🗿

IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING AND LEAVING FOR LIKE A WHOLE MONTH BUT SCHOOL HAS BEEN STRESSFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN MY PROFESSOR HAS BEEN ON MY ASS FOR A WHOLE 2 WEEKS NOW😭😭

Anyways TAGLISTSHFJJCDJ:

@books-and-catears @time-shardz @aki-maki-aki (I got so confused when I couldn’t find your old use👩🏻‍🦯) @rihyun @m1ss-c4mrader1e @gallantys @0-candlecove-0 @avanae @fa3fa3 @slugbugg @tsunotaro-san @myphilosophertrash(I can’t tag you I’m sorry :( ) @pichulakkjkk @nemi-kunsposts(not again D:)

[sojutrait]

( @itsmariejanel ) THE WAY ITS BEEN SO LONG IDEK WHAT THIS IS ABOUT but whatever it is IM INNOCENT I SWEAR

no literally, the thought of random ppl having my babies send me in a cold shiver, thats why all my sim dump sims are randos that im not attached to jdkdfjk 

( @lake-lunvik ) SHE HAS A GIANT GASH ON HER FACE AND THE EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE IS TOXIC, SHE’S ON HER LAST LEGS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY I FEAR-

i think its a bit diff than my og style (mostly the sims are actually good looking now djfhdjkf) but yeah! reject modernity embrace tradition kdfjd 

( @aomi-nabi ) AAAAAAAAA i swear ur asks make my whole day I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING TOO MWAHHHH 😭😭💓💓💓💓

KDJKDDKFJ dw i accept that compliment alot bc its a STRUGGLE making this game look playable sometimes i swear-

after the stds and fights i dont think thats a viable solution at the moment KJDFK 😭😭😭

its just a tag that i use to redirect to on my actual blog so u can see my posts and not shit posts, asks, or rbs

yeah she is!!

yup! his roomie is dove

STOPDFKJDJFKFKD both are taking upwards to a year- 

( @aurore95 @hadesdyke ) I LOVE HOW U BOTH SENT THIS IM CRYINDHGFJD thank u sm, now im gonna make it my life mission to find this shirt and buy it

autumn is het so i dont think thats a possibility 💔but they should def pull a john tucker must die  

thank u sm!!!

thank u sm for asking!! im doing great just ungodly levels of busy 😭😭

TYYYY literally all my sims have rue hairs atp, she cant keep getting away with it 

DKJCKD ive never seen bobs burgers but this tempts me-

maybeeeeeeee, but it wouldnt have links bc i did that Once and i nearly fell over and died 

( @aomi-nabi ) NO TYYYY going down memory lane was so much fun omg

tbh i forget its even a thing half the time so by the time i remember my sims have like 10k points so i blow them on anything. also lots of mods use the reward trait system so it makes it look like theres more 

( @lake-lunvik ) just for this, im going on hiatus again and never coming back. 

( @pixelpeephole​ ) i dont really have a system tbh, i just kinda periodically go around and check if anyones gotten married or had any babies lmao. also checking recent neighborhood stories helps out bc theyll tell me 

IKK every couple weeks i get a large influx of rbs of it and i just Know it mustve gotten around again 😭😭

NO LITERALLY, hes in the deep abyss of the halabi lore iceberg 

hmmmm probably never on here bc theres a subset of simblr obsessed with me and want my head on a platter who will probably print the pic out and cover it in the blood of a lamb or smthn (but ive face revealed in the among us server dkfjdk) 

SEE ive been hearing about it but i havent started it yet omg, def gonna tune in after house of the dragon wraps up and i need something else to watch djfdk

[luescris]

Saw your post and decided to stop by and tell you a compliment and why I follow you!!!

I think you're amazing and wonderful and super talented both in the art and writing areas! Also the reason I follow you is because you're a hella radical person and I always have a blast seeing your posts and your thoughts on the tmnt franchise especially the 12 series!!! :D

AAAAAAAAAAAA THE POSITIVITY IVE GOTTEN THIS WEEKEND IS OFF THE CHARTS HOKY COW/POS

YOU GUYS ARE SERIOUSLY MAKING MY WHOLE WEEK ISTG😭😭😭😭😭

BUT LEGIT SAME TO YOU MY FRIEND You are part of the reason why I feel a LOT more comfortable being more open about my love for 2012 and furthermore being more active on my Tumblr account, more so than I have ever been in such a long time. I FINALLY feel not only accepted but INCREDIBLY VALIDATED and I just want to thank you so SO much for the start of something amazing!! :D

I meant to send you your own ask saying all this when I reblogged your post but I got caught up with lots of other things so mine as well do it now HDHDGDHHDHS But your positivity and encouragement and just over all niceness is the reason why I decided to follow you, plus your fanfiction and your headcanons and just--

Basically everything you do!!! :DDD it's seriously SO refreshing to see all of this, so for the millionth time, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. ❤️🧡💙💜🤎💛💚

[uwuderes]

Ask Was- Ok just wanted to say I'm happy you're back, hope you're staying safe and drinking water! Was wondering if you could do a one shot or headcanon of either Eve or Rex becoming obsessed with someone they met after their break up.

Ive been working on this for so long... I might do a Eve one to go with it and Im glad to be back and tbh ive been only on coke...

You walked into the main center of the old Guardians of The Globe Headquarters seeing it empty. You sighed loving the peace, being a tech guru had its perks but being left alone wasn't one of them for the most part. But now there was a crew and your peace would be disrupted. You mourned when you lost the first team, except for Nolan. They were like parents to you taking you under their wing and allowing you to help out the best you could.

You reminisced until you heard a loud noise realizing the door was opening allowing in a crew of teenagers?? A child and an older man?? A robot?? You raised a brow at them and looked around. You wore a set of pajama pants and a spaghetti strap t-shirt. This wasn't the best first impression at all.

“This is (Y/F/N). She was the old team's tech and computer expert, therefore will be your new eyes during battles.” The Robot hummed out walking by you and placing a copper hand on your shoulder. You waved looking away trying to quickly go back to your room. You were the only one who lives here finding peace and usefulness whenever it comes to brainstorming.

A dude with red hair walked up to you invading your personal space, making you step back out of pure reflex. He smiled and snickered at you, eyeing you down, making you uncomfortable. “You're cute, you know that?” The redhead spoke. You eased back, not liking how close everyone was.

“Thank you, I’m g-going back to my room…” You said quickly abandoning your task of getting food to replenish your spirit to keep working. You would talk with them later, that was just way too awkward and sudden. You fell back and quickly rushed into your room, closing the door.

Rex looked at the now slammed shut door and back to Robot. “What was that about?? Did I do something wrong?!” He stated out loud pushing a finger into the copper machine's chest.

“Rex she's been through a lot, give it time.” The machine replied, Kate, jumping in to back it up.

“Not only that but you tried flirting with her at the first chance you got, you can't just compliment someone and expect them to allow you into their pants that easily.” Kate rolled her eyes walking off to go elsewhere. Rex looked back as everyone dispersed leaving him and Robot. He left and walked off going to get a drink.

It had been a week since that day and you and Rex had gotten close, having him stay over often. Just like right now. You played in his hair as the two of you talked.

“So Eve just left?” You asked, combing through the eccentric male's fiery red locks.

“Yeah and I didn't even do anything wrong, but it's good to know that someone likes me,” Rex said, looking up at you. You smiled back and continued to mess around in his hair. Then the door opened abruptly to Black Samson standing outside the door.

“We have to train, Robot wants you outside immediately.” He orders. Rex groaned out, sticking up a finger at the bulkier man.

“Tell him I'm busy, okay? And do me a favor and all of you fuck off.”

“This is the fourth time you've pulled this shit. You cant be ditching your fucking team to hang with (Y/n) all the god damn time.” Samson replied, taking a step further into your room. “You have to train to save god damn lives, that's what you signed up for when you took this job.”

“I don't have to be a part of this team!” Rex shot back. “So ill say it again fuck off dude!” Black Samson rolled his eyes, Before walking out of the room. The door closed shut behind him leaving you and Rex, your face shown with obvious shock. “I'm sorry about that, where were we?”

“Rex you should go, they sound not happy with you.” You inquired getting up to open the door to let him out, but were stopped as Rex grabbed your hand to pull you back down.

“It's fine just stay here we can hang out do whatever-”

“Rex go. You have shit to take care of.” You said opening the door and falling back into your spinning chair. “Bye!” You jokingly said getting to work on another trinket of yours. Rex grumbled under his breath getting up reluctantly. He didn't like being told to leave when he wasn't doing anything. But that didn't matter he would just watch you later tonight so he could spend all the time in the world with you then.

“Rex, you lied to me!” You yelled walking into the main headquarters. It being just you and Rex, he insisted on you two hanging out again after one of the team's smaller missions. Only for you to find out what happened between him and Amber.

“Well sure I did but that's behind me now.” Rex sympathized as you kept going forwards. “Why do you care so much huh?”

“Because you lied! Not only that but I found out about all your fucking secrets too. How you act, the way you've been fucking stalking me!” You yelled back heading to your room. You opened the door and started to pack all the necessities.

“Wh- I don't even know what you're talking about?”

“I looked through the cams, it's my fucking job. And multiple times I've seen you walk in and sneak into my room. I don't know what you do here but I'm not staying here another night.” You replied, zipping up your duffle bag. You threw it over your shoulder walking to your door. “And you cheated on Amber, with fucking Kate! We aren't even together but I already knew you were trying to groom me into getting with you, you desperate fuck!.”

“Where are you even going to go? It's not like you can just run off somewhere and be fucking homeless.”

“I'm staying with the Graysons. At least they respect me and don't lie to my face.”

“Please, don't go, I need you here..”

“Well, I don't need you. Rex, do me a favor and get some serious help. You need it.”

With that, you pushed past him and left. The next day the team was confused as to what had happened but you were gone and would never return.

You stayed at the Grayson household for about a month now, The Graysons adopted you. You'd lie and said that you didn't feel safe at the base, you of course couldn't tell them the full truth they wouldn't get it. But they enjoyed your company and loved having you around.

Debbie asked you to pick up groceries on your way home from work so you did. You had started working to afford your place with Nolan's help of course. You had a bit of money already and were close to affording an apartment in the city. It was peaceful on your walk home, nothing was messing with you nor bothering you.

Until a hand grabbed your shoulder, yanking you back into an alleyway. You struggled but the force held you at your neck.

“Shhh, it's going to be okay…” You knew that voice from anywhere which caused you to struggle more, battling the black spots in your vision. You finally got loose falling to the ground. “W-What are you doing here? Oh god did you follow me…” You started quick-firing questions at him crawling away further into the alley unbeknownst to you.

“I've been thinking about you for so long (Y/n)...” Rex mumbled walking towards you. “Why’d you leave me. I need you, do you know how hard it was to get with other bitches when all that plagued my mind was your body.” You pulled back more, hitting a wall eventually.

“Leave me alone..”

“I've been watching you even after you left. You're my bitch, and I've seen my bitch do some pretty questionable things. Things you know damn well I wouldn't like. First off going with that fucking Mark prick and his family!”

“I don't feel safe around you Rex!” You finally blurted out in a last-ditch attempt to escape him.

“Oh but you will, it just takes a bit of trust.” Rex finally started pulling out a bright coin from his pocket. You got up and pressed yourself further into the cement as if it’d save you.

“Night Night. Bitch.”

[poptod]

hello! i'd like to make an ahkmenrah x reader request! maybe present-day reader gets teleported back in time to when ahkmenrah was alive and they eventually get to the palace and stuff happens? maybe they tell him about modern life? and maybe reader is unnaturally beautiful to the ancient egyptians because humans evolve to be more attractive as time goes on so a person from our time would be hot shit 4,000 years ago? this is long lmao. thanks!

Notes: god ive always wanted to do this kind of storyline but i was worried about like,, logic and stuff getting in the way of the storyline. anyway! i was so fucking elated to receive this request. i got a bit carried away so apologies! WC: 3.2k

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Okay. It isn't that bad.

Would you ever see your family again? Probably not, but you weren't ruling the possibility out.

Would you ever get to have sour patch kids again? Probably not. But even during the time you lived in 2020, you had eaten more concentrated sour patch kids flavor than all of the people around you combined.

This little village on the outskirts of ancient Thebes is hardly L.A.––though that's probably a good thing––and is small enough for you to know every inhabitant. Your shop there is small to suit the town, and well known ever since your arrival in this time.

They found you beside the river, thought you to be a gift from the Gods. You were hazy, though––whatever had so forcefully pushed you back in time had made your head spin, making you sick and unbalanced. So, when they asked if you did in fact come from the Gods, you had no way of defending yourself either way. Generally you've been denying it––they think you are a god, and the only way you've convinced them you're not a god is by saying you're a gift from them. It explains the way you look, unnaturally beautiful and alien amongst the more pure genetics of earlier humans.

Your shop is pretty simple. You make portraits from paint, more realistic than anything else that exists, and it only affirms their belief in your god-like status. Fortunately word seems to not have gotten out––the village has remained small, and no one from Thebes has run into you. Every now and then you get unreasonably anxious that a noble will find you and turn you into a slave. It's a worry most people around you have, so you find comfort in the fact that you're not the only one. Still, you're not quite accustomed to such an atmosphere––the thought of nobles and Kings noticing you still sends terrified aches into your stomach.

It's about two weeks in that it gets bad. People start to pass by the village, more than you would've thought, and they're all looking to trade goods, food, and information. The people of the village talk about you––you're something interesting, you can't deny that, but they don't know just how worried you are. Whenever you see someone you don't recognize outside your home, you refuse to come out.

Five days later and there's soldiers in your home, looking over your paintings on their way back to Memphis from conquering the realm of Kush. You hold a deep contempt for them––you don't know all that much about history, but you know how Egyptian soldiers and Pharaohs reigned power over the people of Kush.

The soldiers aren't all that worrying. What really gets your heart pounding is the final man to enter your hut; a man bearing a crown and a long sword, with golden braces around his wrists and a chest plated in green scales. Your fingers dig into the wood of your counter when he notices you. The crown on his head––it's the crown of both upper and lower Egypt.

This is a Royal.

"Where did you learn this skill?" He asks you, eyes trained on one of your bigger drawings. It's just on papyrus––not for sale––and hung on the wall as a display of your talent.

"I spent a little while travelling the world," you answer. Technically, growing up in the modern world was a bit like travelling the world; you got to see the cultures and practices of many, many people. "The rest of it's practice."

"The peasants here, they... they claim you came from the Nile. Is that true?"

"Well... that is where I was found," you say carefully, but you can already tell you've fucked up. The look on his face is indescribable beyond the fact that he's pleased.

"How would you feel coming back to the capital with me?" He offers to you, setting his hands on the counter and leaning forward. "I think my father would much like to meet you."

"I – I don't think I'm really cut out for -"

"Nonsense," he dismisses with a smile, taking your hand from its' spot on the wood. "We shall teach you proper writing skills, give you a beautiful home, and the salary isn't horrid either."

You can't just say no. If you do, he's going to ask questions––he's going to get confused, and he's going to get suspicious. No one would turn down an opportunity like this; free schooling, free housing, and much more money for something you already do.

"Well... alright," you say quietly, looking to the home around you that you built with the help of the other villagers.

"Wonderful. My name is Kamun."

He's not a very nice person, you come to find. Or perhaps he's just not your tastes––the soldiers seem to like him well enough, at least the ones who aren't completely subordinate to him, but his attitude towards women and poor people is scathing to say the least. Otherwise he's very amusing, with a good sense of humor and quite generous with his food and wine as long as he gets his fill of it first.

The boat back to Memphis, where the royal family currently stays, is a long ride filled with various entertainments. It's clear these are not soldiers accustomed to rough conditions––the dancing women and flowing beer is enough to tell you that. Instead, you surmise these are faux war-heroes; people adored in their hometown for doing nothing but intimidating others in a foreign country. They try to get cushy with you, soften you up to their words and touches. It doesn't work.

He keeps you close to him. You let him do it, sort of––it's better than telling him no. Better than starting a ruckus. Then again, avoiding a ruckus is what got you here in the first place, standing before the doors of the courtroom where a false God on earth rules the Nile.

"Father, I bring you a gift from Thebes," says Kamun, pushing you forward by the small of your back. You can't bring yourself to meet the Pharoah's eye, so you fall to your knees and bow.

Everyone is staring at you. You don't look normal, and they all know it, and you know it. You could cry from the heat of their eyes on your back.

One of Kamun's soldiers steps forwards, handing the Pharaoh and his wife several of the drawings they'd taken from you. Silence passes as the two scan your work.

"How did you achieve such a mirror of the human face?" The Pharaoh asks in a slow, deep voice that sounds as he looks––old, weathered, wise.

"They came from the Nile," Kamun answers for you, and murmurs take the crowd by storm. You, on the other hand, feel your heartbeat increase in massive increments, speeding your already uneven breath. "A gift from the Gods, the locals said."

"I can't – I am not magic," you rush out, hoping your clarification clears you of any responsibility to the Pharaoh. You know he rules everything––if he says you are to stay here, you have no choice, and you don't like it here. Too many people. "I cannot give you anything, my King."

"I think you're lying," says a voice, its' tone soft and a velvet low. It catches you off guard, brings you to raise your head and meet the eyes of someone you don't know; a young man dressed in gold beside the Pharaoh's throne.

You almost lose your breakfast as your eyes bulge, your mind instantly recognizing him and connecting the dots. You were, by far, not a historian, but you knew a fair amount of Egyptian history––namely a family in the Old Kingdom who was headed by the Pharaoh Merenkahre. The remaining statues and busts of the King and his son are astonishingly accurate, and there can be no doubt in your head.

That being said, there also can't be any reaction on your face. You try your best to reign your expression in.

"I..."

Actually, you do have something to offer now. You know the names––memorized the history, committed each event to memory, and now you can pull their lifestory off from the top of your head. Wouldn't that be valuable to a King; a seer of the future, to predict the rise and fall of the economy and the coming armies. Besides, you can't just say he's wrong. That'd be treasonous to them. So you have to agree you're hiding something, come up with an excuse as to why you hid it, and it proves harder than you thought. You're quickwitted, though––it got you away from the villager's wrath, and it will promote you to noble living now.

You hide a smirk beneath a calm expression as you address the younger prince.

"They gifted me foresight," you say quietly, pretending as though it hurts you to tell the truth, "but told me to never inform others."

"You are in the presence of Ra once more," the Pharaoh reminds you.

"And others," you point out. "I would... it would be better to discuss such matters.. in private."

Detailed information about already-past events is enough to sway him to believe you. The Pharaoh is surprisingly easy to convince, and with a few, meaningless predictions of the future, he gives you housing in his own palace. Kamun looks proud of himself––puffs his chest out in front of his father and earns no compliment. Ire laces his glare as it falls upon his brother, Ahkmen, praised for his ability to see through your obvious lie.

The Pharaoh asks his younger son to guide you to your room. Apparently it's closer to his room than it is to Kamun's, and evening is approaching fast. The walk there, while short, is marked by a conversation composed mainly of Ahkmen's questions and your answers. When the two of you reach your room, he doesn't leave––actually, he follows you in and locks the door.

There's nothing more terrifying than a man with unchecked power, and there is no one watching you.

No fail safe.

You gulp.

"I know you're still not telling the truth," he says, and though it dismisses several of your worries it still begs the question; how did he notice? "Just thought I'd spare you the embarrassment in front of my father, but my generosity ends there. Now I won't hurt you, and I won't tell anyone––I'm just curious."

Oh thank fuck. He's not going to rape you.

"I'm not Egyptian," you blurt out.

"Obviously," he interrupts, but you glare him into raising his hands defensively.

"I'm from the future."

He stares at you. For a minute. You know this because you count it––he just pauses right in his stance, doesn't move, and stares at you for a whole minute like you just told him you're made of gold.

"I'm sorry, what?" He says, laughter suddenly wracking his body.

"It's how I know what's going to happen to your family," you say, hoping he'll believe you. Otherwise this handsome, seemingly-nice man is going to think you're insane for the rest of time. "I studied your family for years as a side-hobby, I don't know how to predict the future for anything but you and your father."

His laughing pauses, or lightens at least; enough for him to say, "actually?"

"Yes," you say, completely serious. This seems to gain his interest once more. "You have to help me. I know at some point people are going to ask me questions about other things and I'm not going to have an answer."

"Just do what all our priests do," he says with a chuckle.

"What do they do?"

"Lie," he says. You can't stop the grin that spreads across your face from the stupid joke, and when he sees that a shit-eating grin spreads across his own face, delighted he could make you laugh.

"Yes, well... I guess I could do that," you mumble in a laugh.

"There's no need for you to worry. Now that I know the truth, I can help you," he says, offering you something that takes nearly all the anxiety out of your brain. After two days travel with a prince, it feels like it took 50 pounds off your shoulders.

"Thank you, so much," you chuckle in relief.

"Of course. I do have questions though, and I want you to answer them."

"Anything."

These questions of his, they come at all times––almost at a constant rate when he takes you on long walks, which he does often. He passes it off to his father as an interest in your beauty, and it apparently works. This little lie also helps you enormously in avoiding the romantic advances of many of the people you come into contact with. You're still not quite sure how it works, since Egyptians supposedly had a strong sense of patriotism, but you look rare and they idolize it. Every eye that falls upon you sees something beautiful, and you can't understand it.

At least Ahkmen is normal. He doesn't talk about you being beautiful. Ever.

And it kind of makes you sad.

"Would you say people on the whole are happier in the future or in the past?" He asks you, his words surrounded by the warmth of a summer day in Egypt.

Birds chatter loudly in the trees around you, singing in the humid air that marks the mating season for many of them. The flowers that surround you are already familiar––you thought it would take longer for you to commit the shapes and colors to memory, but here you are. Dressed in gold-laced silk and turquoise necklaces.

"I think the happiness of a population is dependent entirely on the circumstances surrounding it," you say. Sometimes your answers relate more to the human condition than the progress of time on the human race; he likes these answers, too, so you tell him exactly what you think. "Six thousand years from now, there are times of great misery. One is even called the Great Depression, but five years before that were some of the most prosperous times my country had ever seen. The same cycle is evident here."

"So.. great misery and great happiness come in waves?" He asks, pace slowing as he tries to understand what you're saying. You pause along the pathway, allowing him space to think.

"It's a pattern, actually. When the economy goes up, it will always come down. Recessions happen right after economical booms. And yes," you say before he can ask, "a time of unease will follow the prosperity of the current years. But it won't be for a time yet."

"Will it happen in my lifetime?"

He's murdered about three years from now. You think you might be able to stop it, but if you do, it'll alter history quite a lot. Either way, he wouldn't live long enough to see the recession the building of the great pyramids caused.

"No," you say. "But I'd prepare for it anyway, if only to keep your citizens safe."

"Of course. You... you are a great scholar," he tells you, resuming the slow walk down the shore of the Nile.

"Oh. Uh, thank you," you mumble as a blush fills your cheeks.

"What did you do in your time?"

"I was an artist, but I spent a lot of time giving lectures on the role of autistic people in ancient Egypt. Autistic people are often timekeepers," you say, and you know he'll figure out what you mean. Autistic isn't a term here, but many timekeepers of these ancient times were autistic, and considered highly by their societies.

"You might be able to give lectures again, if you'd like," he suggests. "People would come from far and wide to hear you speak. And you've got things to say that I know many scholars will find interesting."

"Mmm," you wince, "I kind of want to stay away from altering history too much."

"Oh, yes. My apologies," he says in a softer voice.

"It's alright," you say. "I'm glad you think I would be a good choice for that kind of thing, though."

He chuckles bashfully as he turns to the ground, scuffing his sandals as he walks.

Ahkmen is sweet––much sweeter than any of his family members, and you find yourself appreciating that every time you pass by his room. You pass his door often, always stopping a second to contemplate the tall, wooden doors. He's on the pathway between your room and the library.

Most of the time he's not in his room. Actually, you can usually find him in the library––there or outside in the markets or near the stalls. Today is different; he's been missing all day, and only when you walk the path back to your room do you hear his voice, talking to himself in his bedroom.

"They're bombarded with just such compliments, though. I can't – I can't stand out!"

"Or maybe you should, because you still haven't said a single thing yet and they probably think you're completely uninterested and that's why they aren't noticing you?"

"You and your... logic," Ahkmen spits.

"Come complaining when you kiss them under my advice."

As you attempt to peek through the crack in the door you stumble, knocking your hand against the wood. You barely hesitate before knocking again––cool and collected, smooth to slip into another lie.

"Oh! Hello, um – hi," he says awkwardly, slipping out of the room when he sees you. He quickly closes the door behind him, careful to keep you from seeing the other person in his room, but you can't bring yourself to care about the stranger.

Think of an excuse, why am I here?

"Oh, that's... I like your flower," he comments softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and the flower tucked into your hair. You'd forgotten about it, but raised your hand to touch the petals as you smiled. The perfect excuse

"Thank you. I thought you might like it, so I," you take it out of your hair and grab his hand, holding his palm upwards, "wanted to show you.. um, here."

Setting the flower in his hand, you curl his fingers around its' stem and push his hands back into his chest. He stares at you for a moment, confused by your strange behavior, but accepting of your gift anyway. You know him well enough now––he'd never decline a gift from you.

"A white iris," he tells you in a lofty tone. "A symbol of the dead. Funny it looks so lively on you."

You need to get out of here before your chest combusts.

"I need to go now, but I'll see you this evening, yes?" You ask, stepping instinctively closer. He doesn't back away.

"Of course. And, um," he takes your hands, keeps you where you stand as he slips the flower back behind your ear, "keep it. I want to see it on you at dinner."

He's close to you––close enough that it gets hard to distinguish his breath from your own, when you started holding his hand. When his other came up to your face. When he leans in and kisses your forehead. It's barely there, just barely, but there's no mistaking the soft plush, the affection clear behind gentle, precise movements.

You rush away the second he lets your hands go.

[fandoomerthesequel]

Hi hi. Here to shower you with the love and appreciation. Really, I mean it. Just like odinnadtsat-mun said, I've heard lots about you from otverzhennyy-mun, and we all adore your art. The Viktor and his puppies artwork is so cute (I love the one in the back especially). And might I add: that donna x pyro agent, well hello cute npc ship how you doing? Sign me up!

I cannot express how much your art really brings joy to us.

Also, the way you draw expressions and poses, as a fellow artist I have to say I'm in awe. And gosh damn, I don't know if anyone complimented you on this but be proud of those hands. Holy shit man, you draw good hands (*wheezes*), those are so hard to draw. Keep up the good work and I wish you good luck and fun in your oc remaking!

No need to respond to this, just wanted to pop in, say hello, and thank you for the follow. I hope you have a wonderful week!

Signed, Duke (sir-huffman mun)

@sir-huffman

I had a whole ass heart attack 😎 honestly, cant believe anyone would actually talk about me? Like, to anyone? And thank you! When i drew the one in te back it was for filler becuase that side looked uber empty, and then i got attached, he is my favorite as well.

Now that ship came becuase i was making two seperate doodles but donna looked like she was looking at the agent, and then my crack ship became, my ship.

In fact i drew it again, becuase you reminded me of it, and i got motivation lmao. I love cuter ships becuase as much as i love angst, i have ocs for that.

Okay, so, with all yall saying you talk about it, i got super excited and happy so with this one, i told my friend and i was just being dumb in general lol. It really does mean alot to me and im honoured that yall would like, like my stuff??? I dont know, im not used to people just telling me that i guess. And im very glad that my art has brought some joy into yours and your friends lives.

Thank you, its the tying my worth to my drawing and therefore just gettin good as kids would say ~~ive mostly gotten over it tho lol~~ . Hands are my favorite thing to draw! Hands, eyes, and sometimes ears, are my favorite things to draw, although noses are fun as well.

Although ive mainly been otverzhennyys fan, and only just started kinda scrolling through yours and odinnadtsats blogs, i think of you three as my peers, and more advanced and bigger blogs, so it really does flatter and honour me, that you guys even enjoy my content, and to think that you guys are like, kinda fans really makes me happy and just, giddy i guess.

Also i hope you have an equally wonderful week!

And here are the two images i drew for ✨ you ✨

Hands are really fun

[theasstour]

𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏𝟑.𝟒𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

A/N: Thank you to the lovelies who nominated Strange Tides, Baby Blue, and moi for the 1D Craft Awards 🌊🐚 If you have the time and feel like spreading some love, go vote for your fave fics and authors here ✨ ENJOYYY CHAPTER 5! x

Tuesday, 7 July

“I’d say you’re doing quite alright for someone who has just gotten into knitting,” Bessie said, looking at Y/N’s creation over the rim of her glasses. “What technique did your mother teach you again, sweets? ‘Cause you’re a natural.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Y/N answered honestly, taking her blue square back. “Are there different types of knitting styles?”

Bessie’s laugh was warm and joyous, looking out at Camila, Florence, and Barb, who smiled at Y/N. Though Y/N had been scared of being judged by these women for not knowing how to properly knit at first, there was nothing but kindness and appreciation in their eyes. It seemed they really were just happy to see the beginning of Y/N’s knitting journey. They had all been beyond helpful, taking their time and being patient with her as she learned the ins and outs of knitting. She was still not sure what she was making, but she was knitting a bunch of squares to start off, and she would see where to go from there.

“So,” Florence said, turning her attention back on the knitting in front of her. “What do you think of St Ives thus far, Y/N? Is it living up to your expectations?”

“You’ve been here a month now,” Bessie said, shaking her head as if she couldn’t quite believe it. And Y/N couldn’t believe it herself. Time had flown by so incredibly fast it did not seem quite real. It seemed like only yesterday she had checked in here and met Bessie, or when she ran into Harry and started their little thing. It just did not seem real that time had gone by this fast. In a month’s time, summer would almost be over and she would have to start thinking about checking out and finding out what to do next. Going back home to Winchester was out of the question, but she didn’t really have anywhere else to go.

Y/N took a deep breath, telling herself not to think about that now. Debating what to do after she checked out of The Roaming Crab Inn could be done at another time, not while she was knitting with four lovely ladies. For someone who had lived her whole life with a plan laid out for her near and far future, Y/N was awfully relaxed about the prospect of the chapter of her life that would start once she left St Ives in August.

“I love it here,” she answered truthfully, finding some red yarn so she could start knitting a red square. “I’ve met so many people while staying here, it’s been amazing.”

“It’s been fun to meet Harry’s family as well,” Barb said. “If your name comes up in conversation when we’re at the chess club, Jessa won’t shut up. She’s so proud Harry’s dating such a lovely lady.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, both because she took pride in that compliment but also because she knew Jessa wouldn’t think of her like that when she and Harry “broke up” later.

“Speaking of people you’ve met, my son tells me you went to the pub with him, Harry, and their little group.” Florence looked at Y/N, smiling. “Did he invite you to his birthday this Saturday?”

“Yeah, Harry told me we were invited,” Y/N said.

“Dax and Harry have been close ever since Harry came to St Ives. He even slept at the lighthouse for close to a month after Harry’s father got lost at sea.”

Y/N stopped knitting. When she looked over at Florence again, the older woman was already knitting so she didn’t notice Y/N’s sudden interest. She looked over at Bessie who only gave Y/N a nod as to confirm what Florence had just said, and in that second Y/N was very happy Bessie knew her and Harry’s relationship was only pretend.

“The day they found the empty boat was absolutely horrible. All of St Ives in mourning. Remember it like it was yesterday,” Camila went on, sighing dramatically. “Devastating time.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Bessie chimed in. “It is such a sad time to reminisce about.”

“Yes, no reason we should think about such things,” Barb went on. “I’m sure it’s a touchy subject for Y/N as well, seeing as Harry is so close to her.”

Y/N focused entirely on her knitting, not really wanting to say anything in regards to Harry’s dad. She knew he died, but she hadn’t really questioned how that happened. For some reason, Y/N had assumed he had been sick, but knowing something happened to Harry’s dad while he was at sea… she didn’t know how to feel. Was it worse to have a loved one be sick and know the end was inevitable and close, or to have them ripped suddenly and unexpectedly out of your life?

“I’m sorry for bringing the mood down, girls,” Florence said, letting a bright laugh escape her lips. “Maybe we need some tea to brighten up our mood some?”

“I think that’s a splendid idea,” Bessie said, getting up from her seat. “Y/N, dear, would you give me a helping hand?”

“Of course.”

Y/N got up and followed Bessie inside to the kitchen, the three others chattering away as the two started making a new batch black tea. Bessie busied herself with finding some mugs, her sugar, and milk, as Y/N just stood beside the kettle and waited for it to finish boiling. With her arms crossed, her mind wandered off to all those times Harry mentioned his dad and his death, not once had he mentioned he was sick, so Y/N didn’t know where she had gotten that idea from. She knew it was not something she should be speculating or thinking about, but right then, she could not help herself.

Instead of thinking about something so tragic, she forced herself to think about Dax’s birthday party the coming weekend. Harry had only mentioned it in passing yesterday, but Y/N was already looking forward to it. There wasn’t much else she did now anyway besides knit, read for the UCAT, and lie about being in a relationship. Throwing some partying into that mix seemed like a bit of fun.

Saturday, 11 July

“I’m about to do it,” Y/N said, eyes on her laptop screen in front of her. Her white summer dress blew a little in the wind from the open window beside her, but the breeze was welcomed, as it always was in Cornwall.

Harry looked up from where he was going through some bills on his couch, wearing his red knitted jumper along with a pair of short dungaree shorts. Y/N was sat on the other side of his tiny house in the windowsill beside his bed. It was big enough to fit her, her books, and laptop, it was kind of her spot now.

“I’m really about to do it,” Y/N repeated, more for her own sake than for Harry’s - who was a little confused and sat with his mouth open, waiting for her to elaborate – because she simply could not believe she was doing this.

“What?” Harry asked after a while, and when Y/N met his eyes, he blinked a few times as if readying himself for whatever she was about to say.

“Apply for the UCAT exam.”

Last week, Y/N had taken Harry up on his offer to study for her UCAT exam at his place. She came over Friday, and upon seeing her walking up to his house around 8:30, Harry walked toward her on the gravel path. She didn’t know why, but she liked that he did that instead of just standing stoic and just watching her. It made her almost feel urgently desired at his house when he did that.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted as they fell into step beside one another. “Report time?”

“Yeah, just walking around and checking everything.”

She smiled. “And so you walked over here to check on me?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

Y/N wanted to laugh, but Harry was looking at the gravel in front of him, lips sucked into his mouth as if telling himself to shut up. He walked her all the way into his house, telling her to make herself feel at home. She sat down by the round table and placed her books out before her, sighing a little to herself as she opened the first one to the page she’d left off on last time. Before going about his day of lightkeeper chores, he made her a cup of tea and told her to help herself to anything in the fridge. He left in a hurry to report, and Y/N didn’t see much of him till two hours later, when he came inside to look through some paperwork.

The rest of the week, she’d popped by almost every single day and then stayed for hours on end. Though she’d mostly been studying, she had also stayed a little longer just to hang out with Harry. She felt safe on Clodgy Point, with Harry, who, once she got him talking about something he found interesting, would talk someone’s ear off. It was so nice to hang out with someone her own age. Someone who would curse and who didn’t need to gossip all the time. There was something so relaxing about Harry’s presence and his little bungalow that attracted Y/N. She simply could not study in her own room anymore, and Harry didn’t seem to mind. He’d meet her on the gravel path and walk her to his house before he went off to report, every single day without fail. She always looked forward to seeing him there, a sight that made the moors around her seem less turbulent and the world a little more colourful.

Though she sat by the door the first two days, she ended up in the windowsill after a while. When Harry caught her there, he asked if her bum wouldn’t get numb from sitting there all day, to which Y/N jokingly said not to worry, she could just bring a cushion next time, though she always forgot. She didn’t mind though; she liked that windowsill so much that her sore arse didn’t bother her. It also seemed Harry liked that his windowsill was being used, because at one point, he brought his Super 8 camera out, taping her doing her work in the windowsill.

On Monday, something happened that took Y/N’s breath away. Harry walked into the house, zipping his mouth shut when their eyes met as if to tell her he didn’t intend on interrupting her. He made himself something to eat for lunch and sat by the round kitchen table, minding his own business and looking out of the window beside him every now and again for some sort of entertainment. Once he was done eating, he washed his plate up and then, instead of walking back out to work, he walked over to his piano. Y/N immediately sat up a bit straighter, resting her hands on her bent knee as she watched Harry open the piano chair, pull a notebook out, and then sit down once he closed it.

Harry’s hands hovered over the keys before he slowly started pressing down on them, producing the softest melody Y/N thought she might have ever heard. He moved along with the piece, feeling the rhythmic waves take over his body and guide him through the history that melody held. It was clear Harry had some sort of attachment to that piece. Y/N didn’t know how carefully musicians played, how much attention and care they gave to each of the pieces they performed, but there was something graceful and almost intimate about watching Harry perform that piece. Y/N simply could not put her finger on it, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Once he was done playing that specific melody, about to start the next one, Y/N opened her mouth, “What’s that piece called?”

Harry looked at her over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows some as if he hadn’t heard her right.

“Is it well-known?”

“No, uhm…” He furrowed his brows some, looking at the dresser stood beside the piano where a few photos were placed. “I wrote it myself?”

“You did?”

“Yeah, it’s a few years old.”

Y/N couldn’t help her smile. “Does the piece have a title?”

Harry nodded slowly. “Saving Grace,” he explained. “It’s got a dual meaning.”

“Which is?”

“Well, I was 20 when Grace was born. Until then I hadn’t really been around babies, so it took some getting used to when Grace was around most of the time. It had only been my dad and me for a long time, then Jessa came into our lives, which ultimately brought Gracie.” Harry looked out the window Y/N sat in. “It had been a very… content life till then. Nothing spectacular, Dad and I really did love each other and were best friends since before Mum left us when I was 6. But…” He trailed off. “But then came Jessa and Grace, and they truly changed all that. They made us so happy.”

A warmness that was not due to the hot temperature outside, made its way like a wave down Y/N’s body.

“Grace became my little person, you know? Though I worked at St Ives Bakery and had friends, I still didn’t know what I wanted to really do with my life. I was about to apply to study music at uni, but… I dunno, I just didn’t. Grace became my purpose for a little while. I earned money so I could take her places and buy her ice cream, or I taught her how to walk, talk, and we did everything together.” Harry turned back to the piano, playing the first few notes slowly. “This melody came to me when I watched her walk without trouble around the moors outside, she was looking at flowers and she was so happy. The melody tries to capture that moment and how perfect that day was.” He stopped, glancing at the sheet in front of him. “She was two years old.”

“So, essentially, you try to capture feelings and moments in your music?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any other pieces?”

Harry chuckled, looking over his shoulder at her. “You know, the reason I started playing was to help you concentrate. Piano music is great for that.”

“Sod my work, I want to know more about your music.”

“Oi!” Harry exclaimed, turning his body in her direction now. “I’ve never heard you say that word before! Never heard you speak like that!”

Y/N laughed, but persuaded Harry to play a few of his other pieces before he went back to work.

That Saturday when Y/N brought up the exam, Harry hadn’t played any piano. He sometimes would, both to calm himself down, but also to help Y/N concentrate. She would sometimes take breaks just to listen to him, but his playing really did help her focus. Harry was doing some of his work in the house that Saturday, probably to keep her company, but she was very happy he was there. She needed someone to talk this through with.

There was an instant pull to the edges of Harry’s lips, something that he didn’t have to think about, it was instinctive and genuine. A slight breath left his mouth, almost like something of a chuckle, a relief of sorts that made her all hot. He smiled and got up from the couch, a reason for his movements as if he moved a little easier now that he’d just heard that.

“Are you really?” he asked, taking his tea mug and nodding at Y/N’s beside her. She picked it up and handed it to him.

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, and I feel like it’s stupid to study for an exam if I’m never going to take it.”

“That makes sense, yeah.”

“So, I’m just gonna do it now.”

Harry put their mugs down, filling up the kettle before making another round. Y/N liked that he just assumed she wanted another cuppa. She liked the fact he made her this hot beverage that took a long time for someone to drink up. That he made her several a day. She really liked that.

“I’m thinking, you’ve been reading for weeks and you clearly know the material, you might as well,” Harry said.

“There’s just… I dunno…”

“What?”

“No.”

Harry was quiet, so when Y/N looked at him, he was already looking at her, waiting for her to continue. Both knew she wouldn’t hold back once she’d already started saying something.

“I’m scared I won’t show up.”

Harry frowned. “Why? That something is gonna come up?”

“No, that I’ll just oversleep on purpose or find any possible solution so I won’t have to go. Maybe my brain will refuse to revise the entire week before it, I tended to do that in school. When I have an opportunity to, I make things hard for myself.”

Harry plopped two sugars into her cuppa. “I won’t let that happen.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “How, you’re gonna carry me out of my room and to your van, then drive me to the exam?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

She laughed, looking back at the laptop in front of her as Harry walked over, putting the tea down beside her.

“Thanks,” she said.

“I think you should just do it.”

“I know I should, but… once I sign up, it’s all happening. It’s not just something I’m thinking about doing, it’s actually happening and there’s a date I gotta work toward.” She sighed. “It’s not just a dream anymore.”

“It stopped being ‘just a dream’ the second you bought those books,” Harry said, sipping his tea as Y/N looked up at him where he stood beside her. “When you started reading, you knew what you were doing and yet you did it anyway.”

She studied him for a second, meeting his eyes the second before she turned back to the laptop. “Guess you’re right.”

“I’m right.”

She flung her arm out, hitting him just across his knee. “Cocky.”

“No,” Harry giggled. “I’m correct. You should try being it sometime.”

“Tone it down!”

Harry laughed, walking back over to his paperwork again. He sat working for a bit longer, finishing his tea before he put everything back in the folder and walked back out of the house and to the lighthouse. When the front door slammed shut, it was like Y/N was slapped out of a sort of trance. She had just been looking at the UCAT website, mouse hovering over the ‘Register and Book’ button, mind somewhere else completely. She remembered what Harry said, how registering and taking this exam wouldn’t make this dream of hers reality all of a sudden, she had done that herself when she started deliberately revising for the UCAT.

She clicked the button and made herself a new user on the website. Reading through everything carefully, Y/N felt her heart picking up speed. It was dawning on her that she was really doing this, despite everything, she was finally registering to take the test. The next few minutes as she took all of this in, she completely forgot where she was. All she knew was the information being fed to her. The wind, the sun, the fly flying around her head, nor whatever Harry was doing was any of her concern. She focused entirely on registering and booking a date. A fee of £75 had to be paid, and though Y/N would never have thought about paying that kind of money before, she hesitated now.

She didn’t have a job, her parents weren’t providing for her anymore because… well, she wasn’t talking to them, so she only had the money on her one card left. Though she was sure she could afford the test fee, there would come a time when she couldn’t. Money had never been a problem until now. This hadn’t been something she thought about before, it hadn’t been a problem then because her parents were filthy rich, but she recognised this now. However, this test had been on her mind for years and it was something she really wanted to do, so spending money on it wasn’t something she needed to feel guilty about. Y/N paid the fee and sat there staring at her screen as a ‘Thanks for your booking’ popped up on her screen. Her test was September 10th. That was in two months. In two months she would be taking the UCAT.

She got up from the windowsill, shaking her clammy hands to dry them some, a shaky breath leaving her parted lips as her heart galloped inside her chest. It didn’t feel real. None of it felt real. She was doing the UCAT exam. This was her first big step into dentistry. She was actually doing what she had been dreaming of doing for years now.

She had no idea what made her do it but she walked out of the house, instinctively walking towards the lighthouse. Harry was already halfway to the cottage from the lighthouse, halting a little at Y/N’s abrupt exit. She stopped when she saw him.

“I did it.”

Those three words took a few seconds for Harry to comprehend, but when he did, he gave her the biggest grin she’d ever seen on his face. His eyes completely disappeared behind his cheekbones, crinkles appearing beside them, and his crooked smile was accompanied with his brilliant dimples that breathed light and meaning into every situation they were present in. The sight of it made her own appear and she put a hand over her chest, feeling her heart still going hard against her ribcage. Harry must have not thought a lot of it, because he nearly opened his arms, but they quickly fell to his side. Next, he went to give her a high five, but that almost seemed inappropriate because it was such a huge moment to Y/N.

But Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about the way Harry had opened his arms for her just now. Couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted her close like that to congratulate her on what she’d just done. And, the part of her that hadn’t really experienced someone’s noticeable pride in her like this before, wouldn’t mind at all. That’s why she ran towards him, and the two seconds Harry had to prepare, Y/N both saw the visible shock at her sprinting for him, but also a sort of jubilation like it was an honour. Y/N threw her arms around him and Harry quickly wrapped her in his, a breath of relief skimming her neck and making goosebumps run through her entire body. She laughed as Harry picked her off the ground, groaning in triumph at the news of her finally having signed up for the UCAT.

She leaned her head against his, smelling that same perfume on him that she remembered smelling when she wore his knitted jumper a few weeks ago. Her theory had also been right: Harry was an amazing hugger. His grip was tight and she was sure he closed his eyes, really immersing himself completely in the person he was embracing. Fingers spread out across her back, the tips of one just touching her shoulder blade and the other on her waist, squeezing her slightly for a few seconds before letting her down again.

“That’s amazing, Y/N,” Harry said, and Y/N tightened her grip.

When they finally let go of one another, Harry ran inside and came back some seconds later holding his camera, said he needed to document this. Y/N did a few poses that made Harry laugh, then proceeding to run out into the field beyond the lighthouse. She felt absolutely ecstatic as she ran around, grinning and jumping, her arms held up high and her heart soaring. After all this time, she was finally pursuing this. If she was able to do something that terrified and excited her like this, then what else could she do? Part of her felt like she could do anything now.

Porthgwidden Beach was like Harry described it: small. Once Harry and Y/N arrived at the tiny car park above the beach, Y/N stopped for a moment to take in the beach that wasn’t even a fraction of what the other two major beaches of St Ives were. Some Tiësto song was playing somewhere and the beach was crowded, all guests of Dax’s birthday party. The Porthgwidden Beach Café seemed to have been booked for the occasion as well, people around their age all sitting grouped around the table with their bottles and cups. No one seemed to be going crazy on their alcohol, which reassured Y/N some because it had been a while since she had been drunk, a glass or two of anything would make her very lightheaded and giggly. She had brought with her a bottle of wine in her tote bag, Harry seemed to be relying on his mates having brought drinks. If not, Y/N wouldn’t mind sharing the rest of hers with him.

Y/N had left Harry’s place not long after she signed up for the UCAT so she could get ready for Dax’s birthday party in her own room. She wore a dark green column midi skirt along with a white tee shirt and some short heels that she regretted wearing the second her and Harry stepped out into the sand. He looked over his shoulder at her once he noticed her struggling a bit, offering his hand for her to hold so she could take her heels off. While she did that, she took the liberty to study him again. His outfit was simple, yet effortlessly hot. High waisted mid wash denim jeans, a baggy black tee shirt tucked into them, along with some white socks and black Converse. Y/N had a theory Harry would end up taking his own shoes off by the end of the night too.

The two had met on Island Street where they knew none of the other partygoers would venture. That way, people would’ve seen them walk together all the way to the party, assuming they must’ve spent time at Harry’s place before coming here. They had discussed this plan over a last cuppa tea before Y/N left earlier that day, Harry had seemed very happy with himself for coming up with that one. And as they stood there, Y/N holding his hand while taking her shoes off, they heard some loud whistles followed by a “There they are!”

Looking over, they saw the birthday boy making his way over, arms spread wide and the biggest grin on his face. “My boyo!”

“Dax, not now-“

But the man didn’t listen. He hugged Harry to him, causing Harry to take a few steps, resulting in Y/N losing her balance. With a squeal, Y/N almost fell face first into the sand again, but Harry was fast to bring one hand under her armpit and the other to her hip. He dragged her toward him, her torso flat against his. She saw Harry’s eyes on her face in her peripheral vision, felt his breath on her cheek.

“Oi!” Dax laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that, Y/N. Got a bit carried away seeing this hunk.” Dax put a hand on Harry’s shoulder, causing Harry to jump right out of his trance and let go of Y/N, as if couples didn’t normally embrace each other like this without hesitation.

“Happy birthday, Dax,” Y/N smiled before picking up her shoe, shoving the pair into her tote bag along with her cardigan and Harry’s red knitted jumper.

“Happy birthday, mate,” Harry said.

“You know, I expected you to be the first one here.” Dax crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at Harry.

Harry furrowed his brows at Dax. “What do you mean?”

“Well, isn’t your best friend’s birthday important to you?”

Harry was quiet for a second. “Oh, my word, Dax.”

“I’m just a joke to you.”

“You sure are.”

“Look who it is!” Ellie called, grinning as her and the rest of Harry’s little gang made their way over. “You made it!”

“We were starting to think you two wouldn’t come,” Amir said, his hair in the most effortlessly pretty bun at the top of his head. “Too busy?” Amir wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re too caught up in people’s sex lives for it to be normal, mate,” Harry said, taking the cup Fatima offered him. “Cheers.”

Something about Harry referring to him and Y/N’s sex life made Y/N’s cheeks feel awfully hot. Even though their joined sex life was non-existent, it still got to her. Maybe it was the way Harry always dodged those questions so the two wouldn’t have to answer any awkward queries they had absolutely no idea about. She didn’t know, but she rummaged through her bag so people wouldn’t see how flustered she suddenly got.

“Just trying to make conversation,” Amir said.

“Well, don’t,” Jo chimed in, their smile mocking and Amir only huffed in response.

“By the way!” Dax exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re going Terraland next week, you coming this year, Y/N?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in question. “What’s Terraland?”

“Theme park in Helston, we go every year towards the end of the summer vacation,” Jo explained. “Harry here-“ They gestured at the man standing beside Y/N. “-Doesn’t like Terraland.”

“I do,” Harry protested. “I like laying by the pool and not doing shit. I don’t particularly like it when you force me on rollercoasters.”

Y/N smiled. “I’ll come if Harry decides to.”

“Brill! All of us are coming, maybe a few others,” Amir said.

“So, it’s like an adventure park with rollercoasters and such?” Y/N asked

“That and pools, very much the kind of thing you visit when you’re on vacation in, like, Spain,” Harry explained. “But it’s in Cornwall.”

“Good for a group of grown up kids, ey?” Dax grinned, clapping his hands together.

“Come, Y/N, babe.” Ellie linked her arm with Y/N’s, taking Y/N off guard, but she didn’t stop Ellie. She looked at their arms and smiled a little. “Let’s get you a cup so we can get this party started.”

“Love your skirt, by the way,” Fatima smiled as they reached a table with tons of cups and napkins.

“Ahh, thank you. Haven’t worn it in a while, so I felt it was fitting to do so today.” Y/N glanced down at her skirt, running her hand over it before reaching for a cup.

“Ellie and I were saying the other day that you’ve got such a sophisticated sense of style, you need to take us shopping.”

“Could use a few pointers,” Ellie agreed, watching Y/N as she poured herself a glass of wine.

“Really?” Y/N screwed the cork shut before putting the bottle away, smiling at the two girls. “I mean, it’s not that good-“

“-Out of respect for what Harry said, I will stop you before you discredit yourself,” Ellie smiled back.

Y/N laughed. “What about respect for me? Respect me wanting to discredit myself for having a mediocre clothing style.”

Both Fatima and Ellie joined in on the laughing and the three girls walked away from the table so they could hang out by themselves. Though St Ives had around 11,000 inhabitants, Y/N was sure a lot of the guests weren’t locals. Maybe friends from University or friends-of-friends, everything to get a good party going. Judging by what Fatima and Ellie told Y/N, this was an annual thing. Dax Rose held a massive birthday party and absolutely everyone was invited. Bring your own alcohol, bring a friend, and bring a smile, and you were welcomed with open arms. People were sitting in the sand or by the café, others were just standing around, some were dancing, and a group was also taking a swim and joking around in the water. Y/N genuinely liked the atmosphere; it was just really freeing and nice. People wore whatever they wanted, laughter could be heard everywhere, and it just seemed like everyone wanted to have a good time.

Though anyone could come join the party – something that made her look around her a few too many times -, there were still enough people there to notice something suspicious going on.

Fatima, Ellie, and Y/N stood just talking for a while. It was really nice to talk to some girls her own age again, she couldn’t remember the last time she had done that. She had some good friends at school but once they had gone off to University or moved away from Winchester, she fell out of touch with most of them. Y/N knew it wasn’t personal, she quite liked the fact her friends had acquired new lives for themselves, being happier and more fulfilled. But she had missed just standing around chatting nonsense. The conversation didn’t hold much significance, there wasn’t much crucial information going around, or any sort of seriousness attached to it, just some mates having a chat. Y/N found herself wondering if Fatima and Ellie would come if she asked them out for lunch one day.

“I saw this documentary the other day, it’s on iPlayer,” Ellie said. “It was super interesting and disturbing.”

“Oh?” Y/N said, tipsy at this point and just holding the cup of wine in her hand, not wanting to drink more in case it would make her dizzy and very giggly.

“Yeah, it was basically about all these people who committed gruesome murders in the UK, and who go free now.”

Y/N looked up from her cup with wide eyes and at Ellie as Fatima gasped.

“Yeah, I can’t remember what it was called…” As Ellie started thinking, a shadow appeared beside Y/N and she jumped. The tall red-haired man standing beside Y/N only smiled at her, holding a hands up to indicate he was friendly.

Fatima clicked her tongue. “Are you trying to give her a heart attack, Cam?”

“No, I’m sorry, darl,” the man said, looking at Y/N as he held a hand out for her to shake. “Just saw an unfamiliar face and thought I’d introduce myself, is all. I’m Cameron.”

Y/N took a huge breath, meeting Ellie’s eyes before looking at Cameron and shaking his hand. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he mused under his breath, nodding his head as his hand fell to his side again. “Haven’t seen you around here before, Y/N.”

“I’ve only been here a month now.”

“Too bad we didn’t meet earlier, then.”

Y/N’s eyes widened a bit, the compliment taking her off guard. She only chuckled some, wrapping both her hands around her cup as she looked down at the liquid in it.

“When did you come back, Cam?” Ellie asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Two weeks ago. Are you on vacation here then, Y/N?” Cameron didn’t even spare Ellie a look, his undivided attention on Y/N as she continued to stare at her drink.

But suddenly a pair of black Converse appeared beside her bare feet. She felt a hand on her lower back, a warm and comforting pressure that slowly trailed its way to her waist, wrapping his fingers around her curves and bringing her toward him. Her figure fell against his, fitting against his side as if they’d done this before.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re trying to pull, Cam,” Harry said, his voice steady and a little darker than normal. Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol he had drunk this far or it being late, Y/N didn’t know, but she knew she liked it.

Cameron was quiet for a second. “Your girlfriend? Mate, you got a girlfriend?”

“This is her,” Harry continued.

“Ah, I’m sorry, Haz.”

“Don’t apologise to me, apologise to my girlfriend.”

Cameron smiled, as if he couldn’t believe Harry, but he met Y/N’s eyes. “I apologise, I didn’t know.”

Y/N nodded, not really knowing what else to say or do. Cameron looked at the other three, saying a quick goodbye before buggering off. As he disappeared, Harry’s hand slid back around her waist as he came to stand in front of Y/N. She felt his touch along her forearm, rough fingers caressing her with such sensitivity as if he was afraid of crossing a line. Whenever he touched her like this, she could tell by the rough skin of his hands that he wasn’t used to being gentle like this; wasn’t used to being careful when touching someone else. His work made him have rough skin and maybe even a rough touch, but he was always so incredibly cautious when he reached for Y/N.

He slid his hand into hers, squeezing her fingers as she wrapped them around him. Their eyes met and upon seeing him in front of her, seeing him this close, she felt her eyes widen a bit. Though the entire reason why he was doing this was because there were people around watching them, it still felt like everyone was intruding on a special moment between the two of them.

“You okay? Saw he made you jump a bit,” Harry said, hooded and glassy eyes searching her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just came up out of nowhere,” Y/N answered, offering a smile because she knew Harry’s concern was genuine.

Y/N wasn’t sure if Ellie or Fatima noticed Harry’s slight hesitance because by the sound of it, they were chatting amongst themselves, but Y/N did. Harry leaned in, eyes on hers till he closed them. Every single hair on Y/N’s body shot up as Harry pressed his lips gently against her cheek. He was covering her view of Ellie and Fatima, so the two couldn’t see the immediate shock on Y/N’s face. Their conversation halted, she was aware of that, but all her attention was focused on Harry’s lips and how hot her entire body got in the matter of a second. She closed her eyes, eyelashes brushing his skin. Harry pulled away, resting the right side of his forehead against her left for a few seconds. She wondered if he could feel how hard her heart was beating, how clammy her hands were. Could he tell she wanted to reach for his neck and hold him there, but she was carrying her cup and her other hand was already holding his? Could he feel her breaths on his neck like she could feel his? Did he want to stay like that, safe in each other’s company and unbothered by everyone else, for the rest of the night?

“I’m sure there are taxis driving about town if you two wanna go home,” Ellie said, and Fatima cursed her right away.

Harry took a step away from Y/N, clearing his throat as a familiar redness came to his cheeks. His hand was about to fall away from hers, but she gripped his harder, not ready to let go yet. He gave Fatima and Ellie a tight-lipped smile before meeting Y/N’s eyes again, the muscles in his face relaxing.

“El, I need a refill,” Fatima said, and though Y/N couldn’t read their faces yet, she could kind of tell what that meant.

“Let’s go get you a drink then. See you two in a bit.” Ellie and Fatima walked off, falling into conversation right away.

Harry made sure they were completely alone, that no one was eavesdropping before he said lowly, “Sorry if that was too much, I just… I just thought it’d look good, you know? To kiss my girlfriend- my pretend girlfriend around other people just to underline that we are… you know…”

Y/N nodded, biting her lips together as she watched Harry continue to try and find his words.

“Also, sorry if you wanted to chat to Cameron, I’m… I don’t want this to get in the way-“

“-I didn’t. I don’t.”

Silence stretched on, eyes on one another as the party continued around them. They didn’t have any regard for it as they kept their attention on one another. Y/N had answered so quickly and so honestly that it made her nervous when Harry didn’t say anything. Because it was true that she didn’t want to talk to Cameron, she didn’t know who he was and would probably never see him again. But she knew who Harry was, and she wanted to see him all the time. There was a comfort in his presence that settled over her like a warm, safe blanket. She liked being around him. She didn’t want to be near Cameron or anyone else.

“Do you think people think we’re a couple right now? Are we believable? Is this believable?” Harry mumbled.

Y/N giggled. “Well, you just kissed my cheek out of nowhere, I’d hope it’s somewhat believable and that they think we’re a couple.”

Harry laughed, looking down at their hands. “Yeah, it’s kind of… it’s kind of easy, isn’t it?”

Y/N frowned. “What is?”

“Being like this with you. I might feel like a right idiot when I take your hand or kiss your cheek, but you don’t make me feel like one.”

She smiled.

“It’s natural. Not that… that being in a relationship with you and acting like this is natural, I didn’t mean it like that, but it’s-“ He stopped himself looking up at her again as he bit his bottom lip, shrugging slightly. “-It’s like joking about with a friend and just having fun, feeling comfortable.”

“Yeah?”

“You know… I hope I don’t sound like a melt and I’m probably only able to say this ‘cause I’m a tad tipsy,” Harry said, and Y/N giggled. “But you’ve become one of my best friends. If not best friend, a very good one. Like… dunno, I can talk to you about anything, I don’t feel weird being silent around you, or saying or doing stuff that is weird, and I-I feel like you might feel the same way about me. At least I hope so.”

Her smile widened. “I do.”

He let out a small breath and Y/N chuckled.

“It’s sad that when this ends it’ll look weird if we remain friends, won’t it?” Y/N hated that she was thinking and talking about a time in the future they both knew was coming, but avoided talking about at all costs.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do exes stay friends without it being weird to a degree? If you start dating someone for example, will our friends expect us to act a certain way, and if they do and we contradict their theory, will that make them suspicious of us?”

Harry furrowed his brows a little.

“I want to hang out with you and it’s sad to think that in August, we might have to part ways and never talk again ‘cause it’ll look… weird. Dunno, I haven’t really gone through this before.”

Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “Neither have I.”

Y/N laughed.

“I mean, I’ve gone through a break-up, but not like this.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I haven’t talked to my ex since it happened.”

They were quiet for a moment as Harry digested Y/N’s choice of words. “You haven’t talked to your ex since you broke up either? Like, at all?”

“He, uhm, he’s sent me texts, but I don’t want to talk to him.”

Harry must have noticed how little Y/N wanted to talk about her ex, because he looked down at their hands again and let their conversation end there. Y/N held her cup out for him and Harry took it, looking at it. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking if she wanted any more of it, but she shook her head. He poured it out in the sand.

“You’re enjoying yourself?” Harry asked after a little while, wiping something off the corners of his mouth with his free index and thumb.

“The party?” Y/N met Harry’s eyes and then searched for Ellie and Fatima, she’d have to find them later. “Yeah, it’s nice. I like your friends.”

“There are a couple more who want me to introduce you, so we’ll have to do that later if it’s okay.”

“Of course.”

Harry’s eyes fell to the now empty cup. “And are you enjoying yourself in St Ives?”

Y/N smiled. “I am, it’s fun.” As she laid extra pressure on the last word, Harry looked up and as she raised her eyebrows, he knew she was referring to them and their fake relationship. He chuckled and Y/N watched him.

“Is it everything you hoped it’d be?”

She was unsure what he was referring to, but she said, “More.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she answered, folding her hands.

“So, you’re… you’re staying?” Pause. “Right?”

Confused, Y/N furrowed her brows at Harry, studying his face to try and find some sort of explanation to that utterance. She slowly opened her mouth, and said, “Staying?”

“Here.”

“On the beach?”

“No.”

“In St Ives?”

Something that could be interpreted as a nod happened, but no words left Harry’s lips. Instead, he continued to look at her, eyes searching her face as if he could find her answer somewhere there. A slight breeze blew past them, making a curl come loose and hang in front of Harry’s eye. He quickly pushed it away, not letting anything prevent him from seeing Y/N fully as she realised what Harry meant. Y/N felt his fingers brush her arm on their way down.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Harry didn’t say anything or nod this time around. Their eyes didn’t waver, looking at each other and not daring to look away. Y/N didn’t register till then how close they were standing. When the wind blew from behind Harry, she smelled his familiar scent and it made something inside her flutter. It was instinctive to look down at his lips, just as instinctive to look up and feel her breath hitch somewhere in her throat as she saw his lips part. Unapologetically, Harry’s eyes did the same that Y/N’s had done just a few seconds prior. A fire-hot shiver ran up her spine as he glanced at her lips, taking a step forward so that their hands rested against one another. Y/N wanted to look at his lips again, but she simply could not look away from his eyes. He was so close and she didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to look away.

“Do you think we’re believable now?” Harry whispered, his voice hoarse.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to answer, she was waiting for something unspeakable; something that couldn’t be put into word for fear of the reality of those words being too raw, too true. She felt his curl against her forehead. His breath on her nose. Her body prickling with anticipation and confusion, unable to properly decipher if what was going on was all part of the show or if this was genuine. Harry was too respectable to make a move, and Y/N was too perplexed to do anything. If she kissed him, how would he feel? Would he take it as her being genuinely interested in him, or that they were just doing it to seem like a genuine couple? And if she kissed him, would she interpret it as her genuinely fancying him, or would she do it just to feed into their façade?

Before she could think about anything else, someone shouted something above the music and everyone else talking. It seemed to have caught quite a few people’s attention, because the volume on the beach lowered considerably. Harry tore his eyes away from Y/N and looked in the direction of the commotion. Y/N did as well, craning her neck to see beyond the group of people that were hugging and crowding what looked to be a new guest. Harry froze in front of Y/N and she looked at him, then back at the group.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“My…” Harry mumbled, pausing for some seconds. “Emilia.”

Y/N looked back at Harry. “Emilia?”

Harry nodded.

“Your ex?”

“The one who lived in Munich for two years, yeah.” Harry ran a hand through his hair before he met Y/N’s eyes. “I haven’t seen her since she came back, think she came back sometime last week.”

“Do you want to go say hi?”

“I…” Harry glanced in Emilia’s direction again, clearly thinking it over thoroughly. “I mean… yes, but… she’d meet you as well. She’d have to.”

“Why?”

“’Cause Dax won’t be able to keep himself from bringing up the fact that I have a new girlfriend. Pretend girlfriend, but… you know…”

Y/N nodded.

“If she knows I’m here and I’m with my new girlfriend, she’s gonna wanna meet you.”

She inhaled sharply. “Why would she want to meet the person you’re supposedly being intimate with now?”

Harry’s eyes grew wide for a single second before he composed himself, blinking himself back to reason. “Dunno. Emilia is very sociable. Just like you.”

“But she’d meet the person you’re with now, I don’t see why she’d want to meet them.”

“Maybe she’s happy for me, maybe she wants to meet someone who supposedly makes me happy,” Harry offered, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N stared at him for a few seconds. “I know you said she didn’t want to be with you ‘cause it affected her mental health, and I get that, but leaving you when you were at your lowest is still an awful thing to do.”

Harry glanced at Y/N.

“And then not talking to you for two years after just sodding off to Munich. She doesn’t know what you’ve been through since then, do you think she’s gonna care now?”

Harry furrowed his brows. “Y/N, I loved Emilia.”

“I’m aware, but the people we love don’t have to love us back the same way we love them. One part always ends up loving more, feeling more, doing more. We can’t choose how much we love someone, and we don’t have a say in how they love us, but the fact of the matter is that if you love someone, you act like it. You let them know.”

Harry didn’t say anything, he just bit the inside of his cheek and continued to look at Y/N.

“I’m fully aware you loved Emilia, probably still do, but it doesn’t sit right with me that she just removed herself like that completely. You’re not a toxic person, you were just going through a rough time.”

“Harry!” Amir shouted, waving Harry and Y/N over. “Harry, mate!”

Harry watched Y/N for a few more seconds, probably either debating what she’d just said or losing every shred of respect he had for her, Y/N didn’t know. He nodded in the direction of everyone and the two started walking there, strolling the distance in silence. She didn’t know how she was supposed to interpret said silence, if it was a good kind or if he just didn’t want to talk to her for the rest of the night because he had taken offense to what she’d said.

When they reached the group, they made space for Harry and Y/N, and the first thing Y/N noticed was the brunette standing on the opposite side to the circle from them. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw Harry and she smiled at him instantly, clearly happy to see him after two years of no contact.

“Hi,” she exclaimed, crossing the circle, and giving Harry a hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“Yeah, you too,” Harry said. “How was Munich?”

“Amazing, I’m moving there permanently after University, I’m sure.” Emilia stepped away from Harry and immediately, her eyes fell on Y/N. “And this must be the girlfriend.”

Harry and Y/N’s eyes met, Harry raising his eyebrows in a quick “told you so”, which made Y/N smile some before turning back to Emilia.

“Yes, I guess I am. And you’re the ex.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he looked from Y/N to Emilia and back again. It was evident that the rest of the group, and quite a few others as well, were watching this interaction with keen interest. They were probably waiting for one of them to start a fight and the other one to feed into it, something Harry would step in to stop and take sides, which would ultimately just end badly. It was clearly something a lot of people thought would be great entertainment. But Y/N kept her cool, not wanting to sound passive aggressive or make Harry uncomfortable. Though she was not impressed with Emilia’s past actions, she wasn’t about to judge her solely on them. Y/N hoped she was right not to.

“I am, it’s been so long since I’ve seen Harry.” Emilia looked back at Harry, considerably smaller than him, looking up at him through her lashes. “That rain check you were talking about, you could make up for it by walking me over to get a cup?”

Y/N looked at Harry, about to open her mouth and ask what rain check Emilia was talking about, but she realised it was none of her business. And questioning Harry like this in front of everyone would just feed into everything everyone wanted. So, Y/N just crossed her arms over her chest.

“Actually, we’re about to leave,” Harry said, giving Emilia a small smile.

Emilia pouted. “Really? It’ll only take you a minute.”

Harry opened his mouth to inhale hugely, looking over at Y/N who hoped he could tell she didn’t like this. But Harry met Emilia’s eyes again, taking a step back and Emilia grinned as the two started walking towards the table in the middle of the beach with all the cups. Y/N watched them, how easily they fell into conversation and how eager Emilia was to talk to Harry again. While witnessing this, Y/N kept reminding herself of what Harry had said earlier, about her becoming one of his closest friends. She hoped repeating that moment to herself would prevent her from getting hurt and sad and angry, but it didn’t. When turning back toward the gang, she realised both Ellie and Dax were watching Harry and Emilia as well. And upon taking a look around, she realised Jo, Amir, and Fatima were as well. Y/N didn’t know for what purpose, but if Dax’s tense jaw was any indicator, it couldn’t have been for a particularly good reason.

Why would Harry do that? Though Y/N wasn’t in a relationship with him, it was still embarrassing for her to have to stand there and wait for him. She felt ridiculous when Fatima met her eyes again, giving her an apologetic smile, one Y/N – Harry’s fake girlfriend – didn’t deserve, but she appreciated it nevertheless. Because despite everything, this hurt. She dug her nails into her upper arms as she stood there, mad at Harry for the first time ever. Though it had been gormless of Emilia to ask in the first place, Harry hadn’t really needed much persuasion.

As Emilia and Harry’s voices got louder, the gang started up a light conversation that Y/N pretended to be part of. She only gave Harry a slight glance before looking back at Dax who was talking, the guy not giving the returning two any of his attention either. Y/N wondered if Dax thought the same way about Emilia’s behaviour as she did, but then again, it wasn’t like Y/N could take Dax aside and ask him that. If Y/N sought Dax out to talk about Harry’s ex, it wouldn’t look good.

“Ready to leave?” Y/N asked, reaching into her tote bag for her cardigan. Some of her passive aggressiveness was detectable in her voice, she hoped no other than Harry picked up on it. She was still tipsy so she blamed her incapability to hold back on that.

“Yeah,” Harry said, standing very still as he watched Y/N put her cardigan on. Once it was on, she smiled at everyone, and then looked at Harry as he directed a “See ya, yeah?” at everyone. Though Dax was visibly sad the two were leaving, he seemed to know why they were bailing because he didn’t ask them why or stop them. Y/N put her shoes back on and the two started on their way back up the hill that led to the car park.

It was unexpected when Harry reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers so slowly and so deliberately that she felt it in every single one of her cells. Though it was nice to feel him there, she had to bite her lip from saying anything as they walked up Burrow Road. The second they were out of sight and alone, Y/N let go of his hand. This wasn’t something Harry would’ve usually paid much attention had he not heard her passive aggression just a few moments earlier.

“Is it Emilia?” Harry asked.

It was stupid how the only time Harry managed to be blunt and upfront was when he knew he was in trouble or if someone was annoyed with him. At least Y/N thought so.

She straightened her back, wrapping her cardigan tighter around herself. “What about Emilia?”

“Is that why you’re all… mad? Dunno if mad is the best word.”

“Think it describes how I’m feeling perfectly,” Y/N said. “’Cause I’d say I’m mad with a dash of disappointed.”

Harry looked over at her, frowning again. “Why?”

“Why am I mad you walked over there with Emilia?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders exaggeratingly. “Call it intuition, call it paranoia, call it whatever you bloody want, but I think she wants you back now that you’re not broken up about your Dad anymore.”

Harry took a few seconds to say, “I’ll call that stupidity.”

The laugh that left Y/N was anything but friendly and warm. “Fine. Do whatever you want.”

“Why are you so mad about this anyway? It’s not like we’re…” Harry stopped himself, looking over at Y/N who refused to look at him. “It’s not like we’re a couple.”

“It’s still embarrassing. I was left standing there while my boyfriend walked off with his ex. You don’t even want to admit that what you did was stupid.”

“’Cause it’s not, we just walked down to that table so she could get herself a cup.”

Y/N sighed, running her hands over her face. “Yes, it’s an innocent act and I probably have no right to act like this, but I’m being a friend. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Being a friend, looking out for me?”

Y/N looked at him, seeing his set jaw and piercing eyes. “Why wouldn’t I look out for you?”

“Right now you just seem mad I hung out with my ex.”

She glanced away again, so frustrated with him that she felt like screaming. They reached Back Road, Y/N walking straight ahead to take the quickest way back to the Inn, Harry was turning right to Clodgy. “Interpret it any way you want, Harry. I’m being truthful when I tell you I just want what’s best for you.”

There was a pause as Harry watched Y/N cross the road. “You’re just gonna leave like that? You don’t wanna talk it out?”

“You don’t understand where I’m coming from, Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she faced him, turning her back on the dark alleyway behind her. “What’s the point?!”

“Y/N, it’s not like I’m making out with Emilia in front of everyone!”

“I know, but that small act of just walking down there has a lot of meaning! She wants to make up for lost time!”

“You’re just reading too much into this!”

“And you think the best of people who hurt you!”

“She left for her own good, don’t blame her for that!”

“I’m not! I just think it’s odd to not check up on you in those two years following your breakup when you were clearly having a tough time when she left!”

“Oh, my days, Y/N.” Harry ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

“I know you want to see the best in everyone, but I’ve experienced people fucking me over ‘cause I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Multiple times. I’m not doing that again, I’m-I’m just not. And I don’t want to watch that same thing happen to you.”

Harry blinked when Y/N cursed, but quickly regained himself. “I can take care of myself!”

“I’m just being a friend and looking out for you, I’m sorry if-“

“-And what if I don’t want you to look out for me as a friend?!”

Y/N was about to answer, but she felt something brush against her back and then a figure moving out of the dark alleyway behind her. Her heart skipped a beat and the next thing she knew, she felt it in her throat. She jumped out of the way, stepping just in the crack between two cobblestones and stumbling away from the stranger. The man looked at Y/N as she regained her balance, about to reach his hand out to help her when Harry rushed across the road. Y/N managed herself, but she took another step away from the stranger who genuinely looked baffled as to what had just happened. Y/N put a hand over her heart, feeling it beating furiously. Calm down, calm down, calm down, she told herself, feeling safer the second Harry put a hand to her upper arm.

“You alright, miss?” the man asked, looking at Harry who was standing beside Y/N, making sure she was okay.

“Sorry,” Y/N said, doing her best to give him a smile. “I’m just a bit jumpy. And a tad drunk.”

He laughed joyously before continuing on his way, and the second he turned away, Y/N’s face fell. Harry noticed and turned her to face him, squeezing her shoulders so she’d look at him. She balled her hands into fists as she felt her heart beating hard, calming down from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

“You’re okay,” he said, recognising her reaction from that first time she read to him in the grass beside the lighthouse.

Y/N nodded, meeting Harry’s eyes and telling herself it was all fine. She would be fine. Harry was here and nothing would happen to her while he was here. She continued to look at him till she was calmer, but the thought of walking down that dark alleyway now made her want to hurl. However, she didn’t have any other place to walk and she had to get back somehow. Maybe she could call Bessie and talk to her, or maybe she could find another and maybe longer route back. But then she’d be out in the open longer than she initially wanted to.

“Have you always been like that?” Harry asked, the question curious and without any hint of judgement.

“Like what?”

“Paranoid.”

Y/N smiled a little as if that would brighten the mood that had fallen considerably. Slowly, she nodded, averting her eyes from Harry’s. “I like being prepared for anything, for any possible outcome.”

Harry didn’t remove his hands from where they rested on her shoulders.

“So, I either make them up, or if something happens unexpectedly, my brain does this thing where it tells me that the worst possible thing is happening, and I need to escape.”

“What’s the worst possible thing that can happen?”

“In any scenario?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N watched as someone turned every light in their flat off, wishing she was in her bed right now. “That my Dad finds me.”

Harry stayed quiet.

“He terrifies me. Always has. I know he won’t hurt me, but… he’s a bad man, Harry. A very bad man.”

“He won’t come here, Y/N. You’re safe in St Ives.”

Some part of her laughed at that, but when she met his eyes, she knew he genuinely meant it. If Harry was there, he would not let anything happen to her. No matter what. Even if they had a disagreement the second before her Dad showed up. But her father knew where she was and if he wanted her back, he would do what he could to get her back. A lighthouse keeper wouldn’t stand in his way.

Y/N felt her bottom lip starting to wobble at the thought of it, and she put a hand in front of her mouth when the back of her eyes started to sting.

“Hey,” Harry said, squeezing her shoulders. “Let’s go back to mine, yeah? You won’t have to be alone.”

She met his eyes, blinking a few times as she processed his offer. “Yours?”

“Yeah, if you’re a bit shaken up, I thought you might… might not want to be alone.”

Without really registering what she was doing, Y/N was nodding her head to answer his question. “If you’re sure I won’t be a burden in any way-“

“-Flower, you’re never.”

She almost thought she heard him incorrectly. Flower. She had never gotten a nickname before. Her friends back home used to call her ‘babe’ and her mother would sometimes call her ‘sweetheart’ and Bessie referred to her as ‘dear’, but never this one. She suddenly felt a little lightheaded.

Harry wrapped an arm around her and held her to him as they walked through the city. He hummed to The Power of Love as they strolled, keeping the empty and quiet streets of St Ives alive as long as they were walking through them. Y/N looked about them, staring down alleyways and streets, sometimes being too afraid to even to study the shadows or look to make out silhouettes in the darkness. Harry’s humming kept her grounded and reminded her that she wasn’t alone. Once they were walking along the road up to Clodgy Point, Harry let go of her, letting her walk by herself. It was starting to get a bit chilly when the winds of the moors started up around them, so Y/N reached for Harry’s knitted jumper in her tote bag and gave it to him. He was a bit taken aback by that, seemingly having forgotten it was there, but he thanked her, the only two words being uttered at all on their 30-minute walk up to the lighthouse.

Harry unlocked the door and walked in first, turning the light on the coffee table on as Y/N locked the front door. He opened a window to let some air in, then took his jumper and shoes off. Y/N did the same, wrapping her arms around herself. She was aware it had been Harry’s idea for her to stay here, but she suddenly felt like she was intruding. This was his space and his bedtime routine. They had walked off most of their drunkenness, so when Y/N tripped over her own feet a bit, it was purely from exhaustion. Harry was almost about to reach out and catch her even though he was across the room, but his dedication to help her made her chuckle a little. Harry smiled at the sound of it.

Y/N put her tote bag on one of the chairs, putting her cardigan over the back of it as well.

“I…” Harry started, making Y/N look over at where he stood by his dresser. “I have a few shirts and stuff if you wanna freshen up some.”

Y/N chuckled. “What do you mean?”

Realising he probably didn’t make sense, Harry let a breath escape his lips as well. “I meant, if you wanna have a shower, I’ll lend you a tee shirt.”

The thought of showering in Harry’s space seemed almost a bit surreal, but for some reason, also completely normal. She spent so much time here and with him that in a way, it was weird that she hadn’t showered here before. She slowly nodded her head, and Harry opened a drawer, pulling out an old tee white shirt with a small Elton John logo on the chest.

“Towels,” Harry said, walking over to his tiny bathroom and turning the lights on for her. “They’re here, and I got everything you might need in the shower. There’s an unused toothbrush in the cabinet under the sink.”

“Thank you.”

Harry gave her a smile before closing the door. Taking a breather first, the next thing Y/N did was get undressed and take that shower. She washed away the argument with Harry and the reason why it was cut off so abruptly; tried to soak herself in everything else that happened tonight that made her entire body warm. When Harry kissed her cheek; the way his hot lips felt against her skin, how the thought of that moment alone made her feel some type of way. She knew Harry only did it so everyone would think they were a couple, but her cheek was tingling.

She got out of the shower, drying herself off, and putting Harry’s tee shirt on, her skirt under it. Yes, the two were starting to get comfortable around one another, but she wasn’t sure if they were just there yet. Last thing she wanted to do was walk out there in her knickers and one of his tee shirts, then make him uncomfortable in any way. Though she felt like a raisin since she was not doing her usual post-shower skin routine, nor any hair products for her hair, she told herself she’d do it tomorrow when she was back to the Inn.

She walked outside to see Harry laying in his bed, his small telly that was stood by his couch, turned around so he could watch a rerun of an old Would I Lie To You episode. When the bathroom door opened, he instantly looked in her direction, placing his hands on either side of his form as if he got ready to get up. Their eyes met and his eyes fell to her tee shirt, where the material hugged her waist firmly. He met her eyes again, swallowing thickly before he gestured beside him at two glasses of water.

“One by the window is yours.”

“I’m literally so thirsty, thank you.”

Harry smiled, walking past Y/N and into the bathroom, going to take his own shower. Y/N sat down in Harry’s bed, nuzzling under the covers and taking a hold of her glass. She brought it to her lips, sipping it till it was empty, watching the telly as she did. She got up for a refill, drank half, and then just continued to watch the telly for a bit. The light in the room was dim enough so she could easily fall asleep, and she almost did drift off against the headboard, but then Harry exited the bathroom and woke her up with a start.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

She smiled, sinking down into the pillow. “Almost went off to dreamland there.”

“Soz.”

“I’m a light sleeper, it’s not your fault.”

Harry nodded, walking over to turn the lights off, the only light in the entire little cottage now being the light from the telly. He strolled over to the fridge and took a cucumber out. Y/N watched him as he brought a knife out, cutting it up in half.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Just brushed my teeth.”

“So did I, but after I’ve been out, I usually eat half a cucumber before bed.”

Y/N stared at him.

“What?”

“Just… just a cucumber? Nothing else?”

“What else? Do you spice your cucumber? With what?” Harry looked at his little box of spices by his stove. “Onion granules?”

Y/N laughed, placing her hands on the duvet above her stomach.

“I actually had jalfrezi leftovers after we went to the pub a few weeks ago,” Harry said as he came over to the bed, giving Y/N half the cucumber. “So I dipped my cucumber in that and ate it.”

Y/N grimaced. “Were you still pissed?”

“No,” Harry chuckled. “I just like cucumber and Indian food.”

“Fair enough.”

Harry picked up one of his quilts and sat down in bed beside Y/N, draping it over himself so she could have the duvet for herself. He bit into his half of the cucumber, completely unfazed as his eyes fell on the telly. Y/N tried not to laugh, but he looked so incredibly cute, munching on his cucumber and smiling at something Rob Brydon said. He must’ve noticed her not eating, because he looked down at where she laid in bed, raising his eyebrows.

“You weren’t hungry?”

“It’s not that.”

“It’s honestly refreshing.” Harry took another bite. “I love it.”

That made her smile and she took a bite of her cucumber as well, Harry watching her as she chewed and then swallowed.

“Well…? Your verdict?”

“It’s just a cucumber.”

Harry rolled his eyes, making Y/N laugh again. “You’re humiliating.”

“Says the person who eats half a cucumber before bed!”

“I’m quirky!”

Laughing again, the two fell into comfortable silence as they watched the rest of the Would I Lie To You episode. Though the idea of eating half a cucumber hadn’t been very appealing to begin with, it did make her feel a bit better. She didn’t know she’d been hungry till now, the cucumber and the two glasses of water had done a well enough job to fill her stomach up before bed, so she didn’t bother asking Harry if she could make herself a toastie. Instead, Y/N found her eyes falling shut, her entire body relaxing completely. All the worry and the paranoia and the fight earlier all came together now, making her so tired she could barely stand to keep her eyes open. Her entire body ached with the effort it took to stay awake. She stayed as close to the wall as possible, where she could look out across the dimly lit lightkeeper house.

Y/N felt the move as Harry reached out to the windowsill. He sat back, screwing the lid open, revealing a balm of some sort. He rubbed his middle finger in it, slowly sliding it along the thick balm till his finger was wet with it. Y/N bit her bottom lip. For some reason, she thought he was going to smear it across his own lips, some sort of cream to help keep his lips moisturised. No, instead Harry dragged his finger under his eyes. Not directly under his eyes, but along his cheekbones, slowly and gently.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked through a yawn.

Harry looked away from the telly and at her. “Face cream.”

“You put it on before bed?”

“It helps me sleep, it’s made of lavender and apricot. Both are supposed to help you fall into a deep sleep.”

“Can I try?”

“Yeah.” Harry handed it over, leaning his head back against the headboard, watching Y/N as she smelled it.

“Lush.”

“It is.”

Y/N rubbed her finger in it, putting it along under her eye. She was aware Harry was keeping an eye on her, but she pretended to find the programme incredibly interesting right then. She heard a slight chuckle.

“Not directly under your eyes,” Harry said. “Not there.” He leaned over, taking a delicate grip of her wrist and moving her hand down. “Here.” His hand moved upward to cup hers, his little finger, ring finger, and middle finger hooking themselves tenderly between her thumb and index. His index rested on top of hers as he guided her hand slowly and gently, tipping his head to the side to rest against the headboard while he concentrated. She didn’t dare look away from the telly, too overwhelmed to do anything but let him help her.

“Then the other eye,” he mumbled, telling her what was going to happen next. Because without warning, he dipped his finger in the balm Y/N was holding, swirling his finger slowly around till it was moist. When he did that, she simply could not help herself, and her eyes fell to look at his hand, taken aback by what was happening. However, she didn’t move or tell him to stop when Harry brought his hand up, sliding it over her cheekbone. Soft, slow, graceful. A prickling hot sensation followed where he touched, slowly spreading through her entire body. She looked away from the balm and at Harry, the second she did, he glanced back at her. A slight breath left her lips, Harry’s eyes falling to them. She sat up, finding the lid and placing it back on the balm. She handed it back to Harry.

Harry took it, placing it back in the windowsill before he got up from bed. Y/N lay back down, quickly checking the pulse on her neck because she knew her heart was beating hard. If it beat hard enough, would it somehow make the bed creak? Was it possible her heartbeat made her entire body shake like that? Just in case, Y/N switched so she was laying on her side. She watched as Harry turned the telly off, the room falling into complete darkness. Y/N closed her eyes, realising for the first time in a minute or two how sleepy she actually was.

It took a second or two before she felt the bed move and creak as he sat down. He shuffled till he was comfortable laying on his side facing her. Only reason she knew that was because she heard his content sigh and felt his breath on her face. It had been quiet for a minute or so before Harry whispered her name.

“Hm?” she asked, opening her eyes slightly. She could not make out much, but she thought she might’ve seen him looking at her. That might also just be her imagination playing tricks on her.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, his voice a whisper.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“I know you’re just looking out for me and I’m sorry if it was embarrassing for you when I did that.”

“I’m sorry I criticised her for leaving you when it was bad for her mental health, I just know that it can’t have been easy to have been in your shoes just then, so that break up can’t have been easy to deal with on top of everything else.”

Silence stretched on for a few seconds. “It wasn’t. But I don’t blame her for leaving if that was what was best for her.”

Y/N closed her eyes again. “Okay.”

She felt the bed move again as Harry found a new position that was more comfortable. The pillow she rested her head on moved a bit, she reckoned he slung his arm over the top of her head.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Harry said, voice slurring now as well.

“Night.”

“My alarm will go off at 3am, by the way.”

She smiled. “I know.”

She heard him let out a slight breath, sounding like a small chuckle, and the next thing she knew, she was having the slumber of her life.

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[nakedbibi333]

hi! i think ive manifested no longer getting breakouts but without knowing?? i had acne for many years but recently my skin has gotten so clear and i only occasionally get one pimple when my period is coming. i used to purchase a lot of spot treatments and acne patches but i stopped buying them and whenever i talked to my friends about skincare products i'd say "oh i don't buy these acne products anymore because i no longer get pimples" and everytime i saw those products on sale, i wouldn't get it and i'd tell myself "i dont need to buy this because i dont have acne anymore". whenever i was on facetime with my friends i would look at my skin and say "don't u think my skin is getting so clear?" i think within 3 weeks of doing this i stopped getting pimples?? im really amazed with my current skin condition. im not sure if i manifested it, but i just wanted to share my experience with you because you seem like the Alpha Manifestor™️ LMAOOO thank you for reading this

AMAZING!!!! It’s so easy to manifest, you don’t need to work hard, do ANY techniques, or work through any limiting beliefs!!! You just need to LIVE IN THE END!!! Any of my successes I’ve had have come from me literally doing NOTHING! It comes effortlessly! All the things I’ve been worried/doubtful about or that I have tried to “force” into my reality don’t work until I finally get into the feeling that it is done.

And I’m laughing so hard at me being the “Alpha Manifestor™️” Thanks for the compliment ;)

[mickeytheticklee]

Midnight Memories: Taking place as a ler

Warning: Tickling

Wonyoung?? A ler??

It happened one night in the ive dorm, where Yujin was personally talking to Wonyoung in her room. It was best for Yujin to have one on one time with the members to express their feelings to their leader. Wonyoung didn't have much to talk about, only that she was worried about Rei. To Wonyoung, Rei was someone she looked over because Rei wanted to care about everyone before herself. She made others smile and wanted to put on a smile so no one notices the pain she's been hiding. It's been over a week since Rei got sick from over working herself yet Wonyoung still watches over her. To Yujin, Wonyoung's concern was making sure Rei was alright and that the smile she's pulling is genuine. Yujin had an answer to that. The only solution to solve a member's sadness.

Yujin: Don't you think it's time you start being a ler?

Wonyoung still had the mindset of being a lee from the 2.5 years she spent with IZ*ONE. Not once has she gotten the chance to reveal herself as a ler. Realizing that she quickly rushes out of Yujin's room, but then coming back to thank Yujin for the advice. She carefully came in Rei's room where she was doing her Korean homework with her online sessions. She paused her session to get up and give a hug to Wonyoung. Wonyoung asked about how Rei was doing as she said her health has been fine. She was just happy to see her best friend. Rei was the clingy best friend who smiles everytime Wonyoung came to give her complements. Then Wonyoung smiles back whenever Rei calls her a princess. Such a cute friendship. They sit on the bed, talking since they haven't seen each other all day.

Wonyoung: Your so cute! Ah I want to tickle you so badly!

Wonyoung did not mean to let the tword slip out. She meant to say hug but then tickle came out. Rei was speechless, suddenly pulling a Liz and blushing but wasn't facing Wonyoung's direction. It wasn't that bad of a tickle compliment but it has Rei panicking and giving nervous giggles. Wonyoung was dying to see but Rei wasn't willing to move her hands. So she digged into Rei's side to get her hands removed from her face. She was laughing but now pouting that her friend found her little pink cheeks cute. How Rei kept denying it and almost ready to slip into giggles everytime her friend calls her cute.

Rei: Stop it! I'm not cute...

Wonyoung: Stop lying. You and your ticklish belly are cute.

A piece of advice she learned from Chaeyeon is that if your terrible at teasing just say they're cute. It gets them everytime. To show how cute Rei is Wonyoung does a poke attack on her stomach, putting her in immense laughter on the bed. Wonyoung was still investigating as to what Rei's ticklish spots were. She seemed to like her sides because Rei laughs the loudest there. But the more the goes up to a spot close to her ribs her little legs seem to kick up. It fascinated Wonyoung to see the methods she was taught finally be useful to tickle her favorite member.

Wonyoung: Who's my cute little lee?

Rei: HAHAHHAHAHHAHA ITS ME ITS ME!!

Wonyoung stopped after that. She didn't want to hurt Rei too badly since is her first time getting tickled. Wonyoung grabbed some water for herself before giving it to Rei. Rei wasn't tired yet, and she didn't really want a break. She wanted more tickles from her best friend. Rei said in her aegyo tone that she wanted more tickles. Wonyoung was surprised by the older one's tone. It's the first someone has asked for more tickles (but then again Rei is the first person she's tickled).

Wonyoung: Okay...I'll do it. But I won't go easy on you like before. You got that?

Rei: Yes ❤️

Automatically Wonyoung gets on top of Rei, wiggling those devil fingers in front of Rei so she'll start giggling. But she thinks if Wonyoung is playing rough then it's best she plays rough too. That's why she crosses her arms to make her that ticklish tummy is hidden. Wonyoung acts surprised to the sudden bratty attitude coming from Rei. But that's okay, since Wonyoung knows to attack another spot, which is her armpits. It took a minute before Rei was laughing, saying how sorry she is for acting bratty for five seconds. Wonyoung felt bad because Rei actually felt sorry when she shouldn't be. Being bratty was apart of the game, and she made sure to remind Rei of that. Then after she got right back to to tickling her armpits.

Rei: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH YOUR SO EVIL I HATE IT.

Wonyoung: I am but you made me evil.

Wonyoung did an evil laugh and cooed at Rei. The reminder of the hour was spent on Wonyoung tickling Rei, finally getting that smile she remembered when she first met Rei. The shiny eyes from the excitement she got that she was meeting such a pretty lady. That was Wonyoung's goal. She couldn't say baby because Rei was older than her but she said lee. Wonyoung lets Rei go but thought one last tickle couldn't hurt. She puts Rei in a tight tickle hug to tickle her sides.

Rei: WONYO WONYO HAHAHAHAHA

Wonyoung: Tell me you love me more than Yujin and I'll let you go.

Rei: I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YUJIN HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

One thing she loves about tickling Rei: that. She stops tickling her, making Rei breathless but doing after giggles. Wonyoung smiles at Rei and asked if she had fun. She nods and says a one last love you to Wonyoung before heading back to her studies. Wonyoung's first time tickling someone was special because she got to tickle the one that has the cutest laugh and the cutest smile. But now she misses the feeling of tickling Rei, and must wait til tomorrow morning to get back at her.