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ravennm84 · 2 years

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Demonic Justice

So, I was on a Buffy the Vampire Slayer binge and thought to myself, What would happen if someone made a wish to a justice demon to go after Lila? More specifically, her past victims? And this is what I ended up with!! A little dark, but still filled with salty goodness. Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!!

As a justice demon, Remios considered himself to be more than fair, preferring to hear and see many different perspectives before passing judgment. Most of the other justice demons considered him to be too soft or slow in his work, but he didn’t care. What he cared about was the right people receiving justice and the rest getting the punishment they deserve. More than a few of his fellow demons would end up doling out justice willy-nilly and some jackass with a vendetta against an ex-girlfriend, who broke up with him for cheating, would end up getting the poor girl fileted from the inside out. Remios, however, never had to worry about the wrong person being punished. He always got the right ones.

There were also times when he felt souls cry so strongly, they were impossible to ignore. Today, for example, he was sensing the anguished cries of multiple souls, seemingly in the same area. Remios had put on his human face before teleporting to the area without being seen, and approached the group of teenagers that were huddled together and crying by the street. There were three of them, two girls and a boy, and their souls in such pain that it made him flinch to be so close to them.

It took some time and an offered bag of cookies, but they began venting to Remios, who had introduced himself as Remy, what was bothering them. Apparently, it was a photo in a magazine that had set them off.

“We just can’t believe such a horrible person got to be a model after ruining our lives,” Maria, a girl in her late teens, said as she gripped the magazine so hard that the pages tore.

“Do you mind if I ask what she did?” Remios asked, using a slight amount of his power to make them more willing to spill everything.

“What hasn’t that bitch done,” Terance growled in disgust. “She sexually harassed me, tried to get me to date her because my family has money. When I told her I wasn’t interested, she told everyone that I was harassing her! She got me expelled and taken to the police for questioning, it ruined me at school even though we had proof that it was the other way around. My family had to move to keep people from beating me up every day.”

Beatrix clutched at the two crutches that were laid across the bench beside her. “She tried to ruin my reputation at school, too. It almost worked, but our teacher believed me instead of her and kept giving her detention. When the teacher told Lila that if she did one more thing against me, she would get suspended, I got pushed down the stairs. I was in a coma for over a week, broke a lot of bones, and I still can’t walk without crutches. My parents and the school tried to get ahold of her parents, but the phone number and email they had were defunct. The school never found where she transferred to.”

Maria’s eyes were full of hate and tears as she continued to glare at the magazine in her hands. “She bullied my sister for months; at school, on the internet, she convinced our parents that she was the bully. People were throwing stones through our windows. Jennifer came home covered in bruises at least a dozen times. But the worst…” Her breath shuttered as she threw the magazine onto the street. “Someone had posted online that Jennifer was a prostitute and wanted to have ‘fun’. A group of boys from her school cornered her in the locker room and…” Maria broke down in sobs as Beatrix rubbed the older girl’s back in soothing circles. It was a few minutes before she was able to gather herself enough to continue.

“It wasn’t until then that my parents actually tried to do something… but it was too late. My poor little baby sister couldn’t take anymore and killed herself. That… that thing masquerading as a teenage girl ruined our lives and who knows how many others.”

“At least twelve, if we go by the group chat.” Terance muttered, before looking at Remios. “That’s how we met. Maria set up the group chat as a sort of support group/warning system for others. Lila’s done everything from stealing from people, getting people expelled because they tried outing her for lying. One girl, Katy, almost committed suicide before she found our chat and we were barely able to talk her down.”

“And now that thing is a model for a famous fashion designer,” Beatrix groused. “All her dreams are coming true and all the people she hurt have to deal with the fact that all we can do is try and fail to make her pay for what she’s done.”

Remios just looked on in shock. If these three were telling him the truth about this girl, then she would be the youngest person he’d even punished. He had gone after sociopaths before, that was nothing new, but those were normally in their mid-thirties or older. Just to make sure, he asked them to show him the chat so he could see the stories for himself. Sure enough, there were dozens of different members of the chat. Some were Lila’s victims, others were friends/related to former victims, and there were still others that had tried to tell people at Lila’s schools the type of person she was, only to be ridiculed and bullied for their efforts.

No one had known where she disappeared to after her last school in Florence, where she had brought her classmates a batch of cookies, knowing full-well that one of her classmates was allergic to coconut and served them to her. The girl had recently discovered that Lila was a liar and decided to give her a chance to confess on her own. If Amelia hadn’t had an epi-pen with her, she would have died. By the time her mother had found out what had happened and tried to contact Lila’s parents, the family had moved on and the contact numbers and emails on file were defunct, just like all of her previous schools.

With so many different stories from people all over, and the fact the souls of the three people he was speaking with were in so much pain that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could be around them, he knew what he had to do. It was time for him to wield the power of the wish. He just had to know what they wished for.

“This girl, Lila, really does sound like a rotten person. I bet you all wish something or someone would do something to take her down a peg or 30.” Remios prompted.

Terance nodded. “More than anything, I wish all of her lies were exposed so everyone will see exactly what a disgusting, vile, and corrupt psychopath she really is.”

Beatrix’s hand absently ran over her crutches again as she spoke. “I wish she understood the pain that she’d caused the people she targeted, both emotionally and physically.”

Maria was wiping away the remaining tears from her eyes before looking up longingly at the sky. “I want her to pay for what she did to my sister and everyone else. But I don’t want it so bad that she dies, I want her to live with the consequences of what she’s done. And I wish I could see her face when it all happens. That way I know that what she did to Jennifer, she won’t be able to do to anyone else.”

The three of them were all looking to the street or the sky at that moment. No one saw his human mask melt away to reveal his true demonic face. All they heard was the word “Done,” whispered in their ears before the man that the three of them swore they had been speaking to, vanished as if he was never there.

~oOo~

It started with emails to a few celebrities from lawyers that they didn’t remember retaining.

Jagged Stone and his manager Penny received a call from their lawyer that the lawsuit against the girl that accused him of reckless endangerment, copyright, slander, and accusations of pedophilia was ready for his signiture. The rock star had been confused at first, not remembering having anything like that in the works, but a look through the paperwork and he was glad that it was being resolved. When he recognized the name as the girl that was also harassing his honorary niece, he had the lawyer draw up a restraining order and lawsuit on her behalf, to be implemented as soon as he had her parents permission.

Clara Nightingale received a similar call from her lawyer, pertaining to copyright, slander, and theft of art that she was being accused of from a girl she’d never met, but the name was familiar. Once she realized that it was the girl that Marinette had been venting about after the girl had accused her of stealing her design ideas, Clara had the lawyer add theft on Marinette’s behalf. There was no way she was going to let the girl that inspired such good will and a few new songs suffer from some no talent wannabe.

There were over a dozen other celebrities that suddenly found themselves signing lawsuits to be delivered to the teenager and her parents later that afternoon. Most didn’t even remember wanting or filing the lawsuits, but agreed wholeheartedly after reading the charges that were being brought against the girl. There was everything from slander, copyright infringement, and liability; to theft, harassment, and impersonation for pretending to be dating/related to a celebrity and making them foot the bill for whatever restaurant or store she went to.

Another lawyer, M. Fontaine had a completed class-action lawsuit on his desk that morning; full of testimonies, video, digital, and physical evidence against Lila Rossi for what she had done to her former classmates. This included the wrongful death of Jennifer Cartia, the attempted murders of Amelia Rostiere and Beatrix Devoux, the sexual harassment of Terence Armounte, as well as bullying, harassment, slander, destruction of property, and theft of 17 other former classmates. There were also notes about Miss Rossi’s current school, that there was a student that was accused of being a bully to Rossi and had nearly been expelled. This girl was likely another victim and he had interviews set up with her and other students that day. He wasn’t sure how he had almost forgotten about the interviews, he could have sworn that he was looking forward to nailing this girl’s lying tongue to the wall. Gathering up his paperwork, he began making his way to the Francoise Dupont School.

~oOo~

Greta Rossi had just barely sat down at her desk at 7:15am sharp. She had always taken pride in her punctuality. It surprised her when her phone rang, normally the office didn't receive phone calls for another hour, but answered all the same. “Hello, this is Greta Rossi.”

“Oh, Mme. Rossi, it’s wonderful to speak with you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her brow creased for a moment. “What do you mean? You called me. Who is this?”

“I apologize, but my phone rang and you answered, I could have sworn that you called me. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. This is M. Damocles, Principal of Francoise Dupont.”

“Is everything okay with Lila? Has there been another akuma attack?”

“Lila is fine and there are currently no akuma. But while I have you on the line. I would like to discuss a few things with you. I am in need of the note for her absence from school for those months you and she were away in Achu for diplomatic work. I’ll also need the doctor’s notes pertaining to Lila’s medical needs and instructions on dealing with her accommodations. Specifically her lying disease, as I would hate to have another misunderstanding like we had a few months ago.”

There was a pause on both ends while Greta processed what M. Damocles just told her. “Exactly what ‘misunderstanding’ are you referring to? I didn’t receive any call or email about anything happening. Did my email get deleted or something after you were akumatized for all those months and the school was damaged? And what diplomatic work in Achu? We haven’t left Paris since we moved here.”

Another pause… The two confused, and soon angry, adults agreed that Mme. and M. Rossi needed to come in right away to discuss what her daughter had been saying and hash out the truth of the matter.

It was 8am as she was grabbing her purse, there was a knock on her office door and she was met with numerous men and women in power suits and carrying briefcases. After introducing themselves as lawyers representing multiple different parties, Greta was handed lawsuit after lawsuit that she, her husband, and Lila were going to have to answer for in the coming weeks. They then informed her that they would also be delivering the lawsuits to Lila herself, but wanted to make sure that Greta was informed first, as she was the adult and Lila had proven a tendency to lie.

The more Greta read, the angrier she got. It was only through sheer will that she kept calm so that she wouldn’t attract an akuma while she called her husband and informed him what their daughter had been up to and that they had a standing appointment at the school for that day. He told her that he would meet her there within the hour. By 10am, she was sure that any freedom Lila had would be stripped away.

~oOo~

Lila had a feeling that today would be different. She wasn’t sure how, but she had a few ideas in mind to do with Adrien, Maribrat, and possibly getting her classmates to do her work for the rest of the term. She'd bought a box of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies from a bakery near her apartment the day before and put them in a tin from home, ready to tell everyone that she made them herself.

She had just stepped on campus, already half way through the school day. Not that it mattered since her "mother" had already emailed the school to let them know that she had a doctor's appointment and would be coming in after lunch. If that meant she would have to miss a test she hadn't studied for, oh well. She was a little surprised to see Mme. Bustier waiting for her at the door with a somber look on her face. "Lila, you're needed in the principal's office. Something has come up with your parents."

A little surprised by the grave tone in the teacher's voice, Lila rushed up the stairs to the office. She took the time to knock, attempting to keep the image of an obedient, but worried girl. But in reality, she was annoyed that whatever happened was interrupting her plans for the day. Still, she plastered her best scared/concerned expression on her face when she heard Damocles call for her to enter.

Her eyes hardly found him sitting tall behind his desk before she noticed her parents standing to one side, looking absolutely furious. Lila was contemplating just turning around and sprinting away, knowing full-well that it would be hard to work things to her advantage if they'd had any time to talk before she arrived.

Before she could decide, her father marched forward to move her away from the door and stand in front of it, firmly blocking her exit. Ciro Rossi, a naval commander turned diplomat, was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry. Lila was fortunate, and skilled enough, to never have that anger directed at her. But now, it felt like every experience she had avoided had accumulated and was now directed at her all at once.

Her mother… she had never seen that expression on her mother's face before. She was the type that was open and loving, always with a smile on her face. Going on and on about how much she loves Lila, whatever that really meant. But now, her face seemed completely devoid of any readable thought or emotion besides anger. Which was very bad for Lila, if she couldn't read the emotions of her parents, it was harder to manipulate them.

Still she had to try. "Mama, Papa, is everything alri-"

"Sit down," her father said sternly behind her. She looked back at him, doing her best to appear small, vulnerable, and scared. "Now."

She did as she was told. "What’s going-"

"Shut up," her mother harshly interrupted her, surprising Lila into silence. "You will not speak unless asked a direct question. Every interruption or attempt to lie will see you more harshly punished. Are we clear?"

Unable to help herself, she visibly winced before nodding. They knew that she had lied, but which ones did they know about? Probably the ones having to do with school and attendance. Worst case scenario, she'll be expelled and have to start over at a new school. Not the worst thing, since her classmates were a bunch of idiot sheep and didn't have much to offer anymore.

"First thing's first, the school never closed. You lied to us and the school about your attendance," her mother said matter-of-factly. "That's called truancy. The Board of Governors has already been notified, it will go on your permanent record, and your father and I will be forced to pay a fine for believing your lies. That fine will be paid for from your allowance."

She automatically jumped up to protest, but her father firmly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down into the chair again. One hard glare from him had Lila biting her tongue as she glowered in her seat.

"Secondly, we have been informed of your 'diseases and disabilities' that you have told the school about and the fake doctors' notes you gave them. Do you realize that each one of those is a possible fraud and forgery charge? Because either you knew and didn't care, or you're an idiot and didn't realize the trouble you could get in."

Lila scowled at her mother for the insult. She hadn't meant to and averted her eyes back down to the floor, but it was too late.

"Ah, so you did know and didn't care. After everything we've been told, I'm not surprised."

"We could also add that she didn't think she would be caught." Ciro stated behind her, his voice making her quake slightly. "After all, she has forged our signatures, faked our contact information, and assaulted other classmates at her past schools. Why wouldn't she think she'd be able to do it again?"

"But I haven't, I swear!" Jumping from her seat in a panic, she looked from one adult to another while trying to figure out what to do. There was no way they could know about her past schools and classmates. None of those places had their numbers or forwarding address. She'd made sure that none of them were able to contact her parents. They had to be bluffing!

As if the gods heard her thoughts and wanted to torment her, there was a knock at the office door followed by a tidal wave of lawyers. They greeted Greta with a nod before each of them served Lila with lawsuits. A lawsuit and restraining order from Jagged Stone. Another lawsuit and a cease and desist from Clara Nightingale. Bruce Wayne had sent a lawsuit for slander and theft, how could he have known about the times she had sent tabs to him, claiming she was dating his son?

Lawsuit after lawsuit were being dropped into her lap as the lawyers filed in and back out of the office. She hadn't even realized that she had sat back down, likely from the shock. This can't be happening! How did all these people find out about me?

Lila hadn't even realized that she had zoned out for a couple minutes until a stern voice cleared his throat. She looked up from the towering pile of envelopes to face yet another intimidating man in a power suit… and was backed up by a couple of police officers.

"Are you Lila Rossi?" She dumbly nodded before the man looked towards her mother and father. "M. and Mme. Rossi, thank you for allowing me to finish my other interviews before speaking with you formally."

"Of course, M. Fontaine. Now, if you would please tell us about the charges you plan to file? You said it was in relation to Lila’s past schools and classmates?" Ciro asked in a resigned voice. Their daughter already had 14 lawsuits handed over to them in one afternoon. What was one more?

The man nodded to the two officers before approaching Ciro and Greta. "Yes, I'll be leading the class action lawsuit against your daughter." As he said this, the officers had stood Lila up and proceeded to arrest her while giving her miranda rights. This seemed to wake Lila from her shock as she began thrashing and screaming. Fontaine ignored this as he spoke to her parents. "I represent Lila’s past and current victims of bullying, harassment, sexual harrasment, and slander; as well as two charges of attempted murder and the wrongful death of one of her classmates."

Hearing that, Greta nearly collapsed but was kept standing by her husband. Ciro's expression turned hard as he glared. Luckily for M. Fontaine, he was pretty sure that look was for daughter rather than him.

Speaking of, the three of them were startled when there was a sudden *tang* of metal striking flesh. They turned towards Lila and the officers just in time to see the teenager strike the second officer in the face with the tin of cookies that burst open from the force. The handcuffs were hanging from her right wrist and her expression reminded Fontaine of a rabid badger, something that would attack anyone and anything that got too close.

The class bell rang a moment later and the girl sprinted out the door in the hopes of blending in with her classmates so she could escape the school, find an akuma, and use its power to make everyone forget about today. She didn't count on the police officers recovering as quickly as they did to follow her out, along with her parents, the principal, or that last lawyer. But it wasn't over yet, the dark purple wings of the approaching akuma proved it. A good jump in the air and the butterfly was trapped in her fist.

"Just you wait, once I've got my powers I'll make every one of you suffer for even thinking of challenging-"

*BUZZZZZZ*

Lila’s entire body went ramrod stiff as the two prongs of an officer's stun gun made contact. The akuma got crushed in the girl's grip in addition to the 1,200 volts coursing through the insect and her. Unable to control her body, nothing could stop her from tipping sideways and tumbling down the stairs.

The officer that had shot her was nearly in a panic as the girl fell. All he'd been able to think about was that this girl they were arresting for multiple counts of attempted murder was about to willingly akumatize herself, risking the lives of everyone in the school. Who knew what kind of powers she would have gotten. He had done what was necessary to protect the students, his partner, and himself in a situation that he hadn’t thought possible. Still, she should have fallen forward and away from the stairs, not towards them. Now they had to worry about being accused of using excessive force on the arrest.

~oOo~

It had become one of the biggest trials in Europe since the Nuremberg Trials. Lila Rossi had been found guilty of aiding known terrorist Hawkmoth, the wrongful death of Jennifer Cartia, the attempted murders of Amelia Rostiere and Beatrix Devoux, the sexual harassment of Terence Armounte and Adrien Agreste, and numerous other charges.

She'd lost every charge and lawsuit brought against her. Lila didn't know how they had found all the evidence or how they traced it back to her, but they did. It made whatever defense her lawyer attempted seem pathetic.

Lila claimed that Terance harassed her? They had audio and video of her harassing and threatening him. She says that she had nothing to do with Beatrix’s accident? The seven eye witnesses and DNA evidence from the fingernail that broke off in Beatrix’s hair says otherwise. Lila is currently being bullied and was injured by her classmate, Marinette? CCTV footage of Lila faking her injury and planting evidence in Marinette's locker proves it's the other way around. Claims that she and Jennifer were friends and would never hurt or bully her? There were literally stacks of printed texts, emails, and social media posts that were time stamped and traced back to Lila’s accounts. Including the post that had resulted in Jennifer being assaulted, which had Lila being charged for the crime, just like the boys that hurt Jennifer.

Her lawyer refused to let her take the stand in her defense. Both because of her tendency to lie and the fact that she was on a constant supply of pain killers that made her loopy. The fall had left her unable to walk due to shattered vertebrae, but the nerves were still able to transmit pain and had been doing so to an impressive degree. Lila had hoped for a bit of sympathy from the jury. She was just a teenager, who was now paralyzed from the waist down as a result of her fall down the stairs when she was tazed. They ignored her pain and focused on the pattern of behavior, saying that if she hadn’t been discovered, she'd have continued to escalate.

At the very least, she hoped that the stupid police officer that paralyzed her would have been fired and forced to apologize to her. But NO, the officer had gotten a freaking award for stopping her willing akumatization. Stating that he had made a difficult decision in an unpredictable situation, likely saving hundreds of lives, most of them school students.

When the judge had finally come to a decision, she cried real tears for the first time since the doctors said she'd never walk again. He sentenced her to the maximum penalty as permitted by law. Lila Rossi was to serve 182 years in prison for all her crimes. The possibility of parole had been completely revoked once it had been proven, via video evidence, that the day of her arrest wasn't the first time she had been willing to be akumatized.

When the verdict had been read, she had wanted to launch herself at her past victims, the people that had testified against her. Not that it would have worked. Between her injury and the four officers that surrounded her at all times, she never had the chance. Worst she could do was throw her cup of water at the crowd when they cheered at her verdict.

Lila just couldn't believe everything that happened. All of her lies had been exposed on international television and all over the internet. She was in constant pain from her injuries and would never walk again. But worse of all, the humiliation from being exposed would never leave her. She was constantly monitored to make sure she would serve her sentence…and not end it abruptly due to selfish actions. No, this was Lila Rossi's life until she died of old age in a cramped, disgusting prison cell.

She never once noticed the nondescript man that had attended every day of her trial, despite the proceedings being closed to the public for her safety. The man had seriously given Marinette and Adrien the willys, and their kwamis had warned them to steer clear of him, but there were no incidents. He wasn’t a witness or one of her past victims. He never took the stand. All he did was sit to watch the trial. When the verdict was read, he watched three of the people up front: Terance, Maria, and Beatrix. As they cried tears of relief and joy, the man gave a smile and nod. Then it was like he was never there.

**Bonus**

Gabriel Agreste slowly came around as he propped himself up on the floor. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of thousands of bees buzzing under his skin after Rossi grabbed his akuma. Very unpleasant.

After transforming and returning to his office, he was greeted by Natalie, who held out her tablet with a video cued up. It showed a news clip about an "unnamed student" being arrested for willingly accepting an akuma while in the process of being arrested for other heinous crimes. Although force had been used and the student had been taken to the hospital for her injuries, witnesses state that the actions of the police officer saved their lives.

Gabriel handed the tablet back to his assistant. "Be ready to prepare a statement to the press about canceling Lila Rossi's contract. Including that we were unaware that she forged her parents signatures and, due to her obsession with Adrien, we will be filling a restraining order as well. We don't know what kind of diplomatic pull her parents have, the little weasel may get out on bail."

A little while later, Adrien came rushing through the mansion doors. He demanded to see his father, saying that there was a big incident at school that he had to tell him about.

Gabriel hummed. "That will work."

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jackharlou · 2 years

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i was hoping youd do a full story or a blurb but hopefully a full story based off thumbs by lucy dacus?

Warning: mentions of a deceased mother and a bad father.

Your dad has come to town

He'd like to meet

"he's coming" - you murmured with your eyes glued to yo out phone, to the opened message on the screen of your phone.

"who?" - jack asked trying to look at your phone, but not being able because of the position he was in.

"the man who created me"

he knew the story. he knew how you loved that man with every cell in your body. he knew how one day he cheated on your mom and decided to create a family, leaving you two alone. he knew how bad it broke you to see your mom in pain, but trying to hold it together for you. he also knew you were alone when your mom passed, because he was on a trip with his a lot younger new wife.

he understands your insecurity issues come from that man, the man that was supposed to love and protect you.

So we meet him at a bar

He ordered rum and coke

I can't drink either anymore

"i'm getting a rum..." - the man you could never forgive asked the waitress, not without flirting a little with her. apparently she couldn't see the mark of a wedding band he has on his finger. you knew that if you asked he would say he took it off for some made up reason, but you know very well that he takes it off so he can freely flirt and get women everywhere he goes, or at least try, and you know that because he used to do the same thing with the ring your mom once slided on his finger.

he pushed you two to drink something with him, but you both declined the invitation. jack doesn't drink anymore and you can't. if that man knew you he would notice your swollen cheeks, how long your nails have gotten, how you complain about your back... but he didn't know you. he couldn't notice how the baby has been changing your body and the way jack acts around you.

Your nails are digging

Into my knee

I don't know

How you keep smiling

"sharon is so good with the kids, you should come home one day and meet them. i've told them about you" - he said, getting from you only a fake smile. you knew the kids weren't the issue, they weren't responsible of the fucked up things their dad have done, but you honestly didn't want to be a part of that lie. maybe one day when they're older you'll look for them but not now, not through that man.

jack could notice your fake smile, your sad and angry look, the way your knee bounced, just like you do when you're getting anxious, so he placed his hand on it and gave you a light squeeze, letting you know he was there with you. you looked at him and smiled while placing your hand on top of his.

I love your eyes

And he has them

"it's crazy how you have the same eyes but at the same time the way you look at life is completely different" - he said while driving home after that uncomfortable night.

"what do you mean?" - you asked.

"you look at everything and everyone around you with so much love, patience, peace, and you can just tell he isn't a nice person by the way he looks at things and people. i don't know, you seem so pure and warm and he seems so evil and cold"

I wanna take your face between my hands and say

"You two are connected by a pure coincidence..."

later into that night jack woke up to an empty bed, which he found odd, so he got up to look for you.

he knew something wasn't right when he found you sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall, looking at the pouring rain sliding on the backyard glass door - "baby, what's wrong?" - he asked sitting next to you.

"what if i turn out to be a bad parent, just like him?" - you asked with a shaky voice and tears falling down your cheeks.

"the way your eyes shine when we get to see our baby at the doctor's, the way you speak to our baby when you think no one is watching or listening, the bunch of books you've read and the hundreds of online classes you've taken, those and so many more things show how much you want and love our baby, and you haven't meet him or her yet. you already are a great mom and partner, you're nothing like him. and i promise you i'll never be like him. i will never leave you or our baby behind" - one thing you love about the man in front of you is how sincere and transparent he is, so it was very easy for you to soak in his words and believe him, your heart and soul really wanted to hold on to something and just be hopeful - "please, don't agree to see him ever again" - he asked.

"i won't, i won't let him hurt me again"

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow angst #jack harlow x reader

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brave-symphonia · 2 years

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I’ve listened to Hana no Uta covers plenty of times, and certain lines always get to me, but I finally went through it and, I love the HF songs a lot. I’m using an English cover for the lyrics because they more or less match up with the lyrics I found online.

All those days felt like beautiful dreams But you’re gone and I’m left all alone here Like a coward, smiling And missing your soft touch.

I think this line might be her missing the days before the Grail War. Like, she is fearing Shirou leaving and her losing his smile and his touch. She’s afraid it’s going to slip away like a pleasant dream.

And just like those dull and boring flowers fading I could just forget and hide my pain As I hid behind your back, I smiled And my tears took over

And I’m going to cry after reading this! Like, I think it’s saying that because Shirou was there she was able to leave behind all the pain and suffering and just cry into his shoulders. Smiling because she can hide behind Shirou, and feeling like she can finally cry. Like, the thought that she feels completely safe with Shirou, it really gets to me.

Thinking back to all of those days long gone now makes me strangely happy but also scared now Inside this tiny garden I just held my breath and sighed

And it sounds like the song is saying it gave her hope for the future. Hope that her life can return to how it was before the Matous adopted her, after she had lost all hope. She’s holding her breath, hoping it can be true.

And the mention of a tiny garden, like that she feels safe with Shirou and he gives her hope. But he’s still just a tiny garden. Just a tiny light in her life. She still has to deal with Shinji and Zouken and everything. But Shirou is a bright spot in her life.

All these petals, cold and fallen scattered through this endless night Almost like a snowstorm dark and lifeless painful to see all this white All I wanted was to just hold you and shelter you from all this pain Just to wash away all of your sorrows today

That last line, she just wants to get rid of any sadness he feels. She wants to do the same thing he did for her. Just make sure he’s always happy. She wants to protect him and make him happy. I think the petals are supposed to represent her? Like, she isn’t blooming, because of everything she’s gone through.

I wish we could go back to those calm days so much that my tears are falling

And it feels like this is her after she realizes the Grail War has started. She wants to go back to before that. When she thought they could just live together like they have been. And it makes her tear up thinking about that wish.

Even if our two hearts are both broken If we tried to combine them with our love I’m sure we could still make something That’s pure and beautiful

And this is why I love them so much. This section is the exact reason I love shirousakura. They’re both traumatized, broken people. But maybe if they can be together, they can have something nice together, maybe their two broken hearts can make a whole.

You reached your hand out so playfully and I clung on never thinking that I’d ever let go Since I’d finally found a warm light of hope in this damned godforsaken world desolate and cold

I love this line so much. Like, Shirou offered her a hand, and it probably didn’t mean much to him as indicated by the word “playfully”, but she clung onto it so tightly, it meant everything to her.

You had always promised that you’d be mine Don’t you remember when you said If I ever did something so bad and I hurt you, you’d be sad

I really like this line. If she does something bad, he’ll get mad at her. And then they can work on it afterwards. I love them. Like, every time the song gets here, it just gets to me so much. Especially starting off with that line, promising he’d be hers. It’s so sweet.

Cause of that now I’m sure that you’ll find me You don’t have to stay there all alone in that dark place, lost and so cold

This part really gets to me. “You don’t need to be somewhere that makes you feel lonely”, and about how she knows he’ll find her. Just, they don’t need to be lonely, they have each other. And they have faith that they can find each other and live with each other and be happy.

#zack talks fate #sakura matou #hana no uta #song analysis #kind of #this started out as me trying to list down parts of the song #to see if i could write a sakura meta #and then i just had #too much to say about the song #zack explores nasuverse

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NEW YEAR WITH FRIENDS

I’m sure we can all agree it had been a tough year, however there was light at the end of the tunnel. Being locked down had given Lee the opportunity to meet some amazing, gorgeous, and most importantly, kinky people online. One of those was Emily, she was unbelievably pretty, so much so, he was convinced she was a catfish.

It was 9pm, NYE 2021, Lee and Emily were supposed to be meeting for the first time but he was late. This annoyed Emily, she stood alone, the only single one there, having excitedly told everyone about him.

The bonfire was burning, Emily however craved a different kind of heat. The things they spoke about online would certainly warm her up. Finally Lee arrived, bottle of baileys in hand a cheeky smile on his face. Emily tried to make it look like she wasn’t too eager to finally meet him. She looked across at her friends and a few of them were whispering to themselves. Lee wasn’t her usual type, he was a little more rough and ready. He approached her and thought she would embrace him immediately, however she just sat there with a sulking look on her face.

Lee leaned in, confidently, and without a care in the world simple said “wow you’re so much more beautiful and fuckable in person”. All Emily’s friends looked at him open mouthed, in shock. They also noticed how shy and embarrassed she got, as she hid her face under the blanket. Smelling the alcohol on her breath, he knew she was tipsy, pulling her to her feet as she slightly stumbled. He slapped her butt firmly, he didn’t care who saw, he craved her and wasn’t ashamed about that.

He sat down on her chair, and pulled her on to his lap, placing the blanket over them. Taking in the rest of the surroundings, eyeing up all of her friends and trying to work out which ones were watching him. Lee ran his hand up Emily’s thigh over her tight fitting jeans, he could tell she was turned on as he whispered “unbutton these, let’s find out just how much you’ve been thinking about me”. Emily immediately tensed up, she knew what kind of man he was from their chats, but she didn’t think he would be this forward straight away.

Not waiting for her to have a chance to react, he took actions into his own hands and popped the button and slid his hand on the trim of her lacy panties. It didn’t take long for her to feel his fingers rubbing her clit over the outside of the soft material, and she wriggled as much as she could to try and resist. Emily’s face gave everything away, Lee loved having this power over her and he was finally able to show her what he was capable of. “Two of your friends are staring at you, I wonder if they know just how kinky you are” he whispered.

One of the other women got up off her chair “anyone need another drink?” she asked. Lee replied immediately, “I’ll take a beer please, and get this one another glass of wine, she’s still a bit shy”. Nobody said anything but it was clear that everyone was transfixed by Lee & Emily’s dynamic. They’d never seen her like this before, she was usually the one who was confident and flirty. “Actually I’ll come give you a hand” he added. Lisa and Lee walked into the house together to grab some drinks, they were gone a couple of minutes but as they approached the group once more Lisa was laughing from something Lee had said. As it eventually turned out later that night, what she was laughing at wasn’t actually a joke that she first thought it was and in fact was completely serious.

Not wanting to be rude, Lee made small talk with all Emily’s friends at the party as everyone mingled. Each time the conversation with someone was about to be finished, they seemed to laugh at something he said. Emily couldn’t help but be curious how he was making every individual person laugh…was he telling the same joke over and over again? She couldn’t take not knowing anymore, pulling her best friend Lisa by the arm she asked her to go to the bathroom.

As they got away from the group and got to the house, Emily had run out of patience.

“What did he say to you Lisa, he’s making everyone laugh” she slurred. “Ohhh” Lisa replied whilst laughing “He said he was going to fuck you in front of everyone later, he’s such a joker”. Emily’s face went bright red and her whole body twitched. He’d said that to her whilst they had chatted online the previous week and she knew it wasn’t a joke. “I need another drink” Emily shakily replied. The two of them freshened themselves up in the bathroom and headed back to join the others.

As Emily approached Lee, he could tell she was now looking nervous. “Are you ok?” he casually asked her. “Errr, uhh I’m fine” she softly replied. Emily didn’t want him knowing just how much he had affected her. 11pm ticked by and there was just under an hour until the New Year, the drinks were flowing and the conversation between the two of them was flirty. “Let’s do some shots” one of other women shouted excitedly. She ran into the house and returned with a bottle of tequila, some lemons and salt.

The first couple did their shots the normal boring way, licking the salt off a wrist, downing the shot and sucking on the lemon, as everyone cheered.

Then came Emily and Lee’s turn. All eyes were on them, and Lee was about to make everyone else realise just how serious his ‘joke’ was. Without saying a word, he pulled Emily towards him and removed her coat, tossing it on a nearby table. “I assume you have a bra on underneath this top” he laughed as he pulled it over her head. Everyone went crazy, cheering and whooping. It was no secret amongst the group that everyone fancied Emily, even the other women.

Lee pushed Emily back on to the chair, he licked her cleavage, then sprinkled some salt on it. He placed the shot glass in between her thighs and the lemon in her pretty little mouth. “Who’s first?” he smirked. It was a rhetorical question, he had no intention of letting anyone else get their hands on his woman tonight. Luckily nobody else answered anyway, none of the guys wanted to make their partners jealous and spoil what was becoming a very adventurous night.

Passing the bowl of lemons to Emily’s friend, Lee placed his beer on the table and grabbed a fistful of Emily’s hair looking her directly in the eyes. “Let me show you how it’s done” he smirked. He revelled in the opportunity to show off why she had fallen for him. He bit her breasts through her bra and aggressively licked the salt, before placing his lips round the glass that was between her thighs. The shot went down quickly and he kissed her passionately as she slipped the lemon from her mouth to his. Lee sucked it and chucked it on the fire as everyone just looked on in astonishment.

Emily covered her face with her hands, she could feel everyone’s eyes on her intensely. Lee moved behind the chair, he couldn’t control himself any longer. It was about time he showed her friends he was wasn’t joking earlier. Leaning in he softly whispered, “pull down those jeans right now, put those cute little fingers in your pussy”. He was deadly serious and she knew it, no matter how much her brain was telling her not to do it, her body took over and she slowly started undoing her jeans. All of a sudden there was complete silence, the only sound was the flickering of the fire, everyone was open mouthed watching what was happening right before their eyes.

Talking of eyes, Emily’s were squeezed shut, she couldn’t open them. She was obviously feeling uninhibited, helped by being a little tipsy, but she couldn’t face looking at her life long friends. Lee grabbed her wrist and guided it between her thighs “That’s it, good girl, all your friends are watching your drippy little pussy dampen your panties” he whispered. Her whole body twitched as his words floated round her head. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she started to whimper gently getting carried away in the moment.

Emily had entered a magical world in her mind that it was just the two of them there, and she was writhing as her fingers explored her clit. Lee soon brought her back to reality with one quick remark “Open your eyes NOW”. It was involuntary, as if she had no control of what she was doing. Her friends were all there, she looked at them one by one, unable to stop touching herself. Emily was blushing uncontrollably, and it got even worse as she locked eyes with Lisa. The first thing she noticed was Lisa biting her lip, clearly getting turned on. The next was that Lisa had her phone in her hand and was recording. Emily had never felt such a conflict of emotions, she felt both degraded and desired. She froze, fingers held on her clit.

For one small moment, there was an awkward tension. Nobody knew what to say or do. Lee grabbed the opportunity to take control again, he guided her fingers inside her as she whimpered against his arm. Looking down he noticed the time on his watch, it was 11:55pm. “Let’s take this inside everyone, I want to bring in the new year with a bang” he laughed. Lee put Emily’s fingers in his mouth and tasted her “if I’d have known how good you tasted, I would have drunk this all night”. Pulling her to her feet, he lead her into the living room as everyone else followed.

There was a coffee table in the middle of the room surrounded by couches and a large tv on the wall. Lee swiped everything off the table aggressively and placed Emily on her back. “Someone put the New Year countdown on TV whilst I get this little slut naked”. He didn’t even waste time pulling her panties down, he simply ripped them off instantly, her bra quickly followed.

Nobody seemed to think this was weird anymore, everyone took a seat and took pleasure in admiring her naked body spread across the table.

Lisa was still filming, but this wasn’t to Lee’s satisfaction. “Everyone take their phones out, I want all angles for her to watch back” he smirked. Lee unbuckled his belt and removed it from his jeans placing it on the table next to her. He slide his jeans and boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. All the phones turned to capture his cock, thick and throbbing, then back to her face, Emily breathing heavy with nerves.

The countdown to New Year was moments away, Lee placed his cock between her pussy lips teasing her, making her needier with each passing second.

10…..(he pushed his cock inside her, pulling it back out immediately)…..9…..8……7 Everyone began joining in with the countdown as he thrust inside her as each second passed. 5..4..3…2…1 “Happy new Year” everyone shouted as Emily began to whimper louder and louder. All the other couples began passionately kissing each other, the sexual chemistry in the room was euphoric. Lee lifted up Emily’s face, kissing her whilst continuing to fuck her softly.

The party was clearly in full swing, but Lee liked to show off what was his and bring the focus back on to the show. He grabbed his belt off the table and whacked it down hard. Everyone suddenly turned back to face Lee and Emily. Pulling out of her drippy pussy, Lee turned her over, bent across the table. He stood up and made his way round the table to her face. “Who do you want to go first slut?” he growled. Emily didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know what the question meant. Luckily for Lee, Lisa knew exactly what he meant, it seemed that maybe he had given her a few more details on the drinks run.

“I will” she confidently spoke up, getting to her feet and taking the belt from Lee. Emily looked across at Lisa in disbelief, feeling embarrassed but unbelievably horny. Lisa ran her hands on Emily’s soft butt, clearly enjoying the power she also had over you in this moment. Lee lifted up Emily’s chin, “it’s ok baby, you won’t be able to scream” he whispered as he pushed his cock inside her mouth, forcing her to immediately gag.

“10” Lee shouted as the first crack of the belt hit Emily’s ass”, “9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1” everyone joining in counting down again, as Lisa got more confident with each swipe.

Lee gazed around the room, all 3 of the guys had visually apparent bulges, Lisa and the other 2 women were clearly aroused too. The original idea was for everyone to take their turn but the way Emily was taking his cock in her mouth caused him to escalate things quicker. “Plan B Lisa, plan B” Lee repeated. Emily was confused, all those little chats Lee and Lisa had throughout the evening were starting to make sense. Lisa handed the belt back to Lee and walked over to sit next to her partner on the couch.

Lisa was feeling more and more confident, the combination of alcohol and arousal had her grabbing at her partners jeans within seconds. She pulled his cock out, and guided his hand to her pussy. As if there was some sexual spell cast on the house the other 2 couples quickly followed, they were all mutually masturbating each other, all 6 pairs of eyes still focused on Emily. Lee grabbed Emily’s wrists, placing them behind her back and tied them together with the belt, wrapping the end round his fist.

To everyone else’s surprise, most notably Emily from the sound she made when it happened, Lee didn’t push his cock inside her pussy this time. The whole room knew where his cock was pounding now…As Emily’s screams filled the room, the sound of moans and groans filled the silences between each thrust. Lee could tell by the way Emily’s butt gripped his cock, she was close to orgasm.

When Lee and Lisa had been chatting earlier, there was a remark Lisa made that stuck in Lee’s head from the moment he heard it. Lee grabbed a fistful of Emily’s hair and positioned her to look directly into Lisa’s eyes. “So Lisa tells me, she’s always fantasised about you making her orgasm”. Emily couldn’t hide her face this time, her blushing intensified as Lisa’s partner helped pull her panties off. Spreading her legs, Lisa edged forward on the couch, her pussy glistening as her partner continued to edge her clit.

Lee pushed Emily’s tongue closer and closer to Lisa’s thighs, holding her just an inch from her wet pussy lips. Thrusting hard and deep on each word Lee growled “Don’t…You…Dare…Cum…Until…She…Does”. Each time he thrusted, her head jerked forward forcing her to lick her friends pussy. Deeper and deeper Emily’s tongue went with each passing moment, her lips covered in wetness. Lisa’s moaning intensified, she was close to orgasm, it was if everyone was waiting for her to cum first and let the rest follow. “Ohhh fuckkk” Lisa screamed as her legs started to shake.

Lee held Emily’s head in place firmly against Lisa’s pussy, “swallow every last drop, that’s it, well done baby”. Hearing Emily slurping on Lisa’s pussy sent her partner over the edge immediately and he exploded violently. The rest of them fell like dominoes, orgasm after orgasm came and went, but Emily was still waiting to be given permission like the good girl she was. Lee guided her eyes around the couches, 6 people all sitting there breathing deeply, fully satisfied and exhausted. “Look what you did”, he said proudly.

Emily’s embarrassed turned to a shy smile when she realised how happy she had made everyone. Lee took his cock from her ass and filled her tight pussy completely, pounding away as she whimpered. Lisa started recording again, wanting to make her squirm. Lee grabbed her by the hair, pointing her face at the camera “Tell us all what you want Emily”, he smirked. “I caaaanttt Sir” she replied, the embarrassment quickly returning. “Ok I’ll stop then” Lee growled back quickly.

Lisa took her opportunity to join in the humiliation, she put a finger inside her own pussy and then softly placed it on Emily’s lips “please tell me what you want Emily”. “Uhhhh” Emily whimpered. Lisa then repeated it again, this time pushing her fingers inside Emily’s mouth, “I want to know what you need, you can tell me”. Emily snapped back almost immediately, “I need Sir to breed me, I want his hot sticky cum inside my cunt, I want to feel him explode, Please Sir, don’t stop, I’m such a needy desperate little whore, I want to be your fleshlight, I need to be your fleshlight, I don’t have any other purpose in life”.

Even Lee wasn’t expecting what happened next, hearing Emily talk like that made Lisa’s whole body start to fill with excitement. She wanted more….Lisa jumped up and kissed Jen on the lips “best friends share everything”. Lisa looked up at Lee with a devilish smile on her face, “do you mind if I lay underneath, I want to taste her”.

Lee didn’t even say a word, the look on his face said it all. Lisa took her top off exposing her beautiful big breasts and laid naked on the table.

Lee could see the excitement in Emily’s face, and he wanted her to explore her friends body. He took the belt off, releasing her arms which briefly slumped by her side, feeling slightly sore from being restricted for so long. Emily cupped Lisa’s breasts as Lee positioned Emily’s pussy onto Lisa’s lips. That first flick of her tongue made Emily squirm instantly, grabbing Lisa’s sensitive nipples caused her to bite Emily’s clit. They were both teasing each other as much as they could, Lee revelled in sadistic satisfaction, knowing he had brought out a side of Emily she didn’t know she had.

Lee wasn’t even fucking Emily yet, but the sight of what was happening made him realise how close he was to orgasm. He slowly edged inside Emily as Lisa’s tongue softly flicked her clit. “Ohh yesssss” Emily mumbled, her hands had reached down to rub Lisa’s pussy, encouraging her to lick harder and faster. Within seconds all 3 of them groaned in delight, Emily’s legs shook as her pussy gripped Lee’s cock, causing him to explode. “Fuuuuuccck” he grunted, holding his cock inside as Lisa’s tongue got softer and softer on Emily’s clit. He held Emily tightly as they fell back on to the empty couch, his cock still held inside her, feeling her heart beating against his arm across her chest.

#KST

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jaxonfrchld · 1 year

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✦ DREW STARKEY, DEMI-MAN, HE-THEY✦JAXON FAIRCHILD the TWENTY-EIGHT year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE (RECENTLY RETURNED AFTER A TRIP) and was a FORMER STUDENT to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE are said to be INTUITIVE and GUARDED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

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Growing up on Hidehill was live living in a never-ending dream. From the sunny summer days where the sun turned the sand at the beach into paths of shifting gold, to the days where it was all gray and rainy, the nights were the water looked like a blanket of ink with silver streaks running down the middle. Jaxon’s earliest memories were of the immense love he had for the place he called home, and for the people around him that meant the world to him. His parents. It was odd, growing up as the child of two well-known detectives, people who loved mystery and helping others, like two very curious yet merciful angels sent down to give peace to those who needed it the most. Jaxon, loved his parents with his entire being, wanting to be just like them when he grew up, or so he kept telling himself time and time again over the years. Their exploits became so well know that they were sometimes hired for cases from out of town, and for a while they never took those kinds of jobs, not until they felt Jaxon was old enough to be able to be by himself for a while. It wasn’t until he was eighteen that they agreed to go on a job that would keep them away from their son for more than just a few days. Jaxon figured it wouldn’t be long before they came back, his parents, his very own version of Sherlock Holmes and Watson, but weeks suddenly turned into months, and worry began to creep into the back of his mind, the boy now nervously waiting for his parents return…but they never came.

They had been found washed up on a beach in California, the place where their case had led them, and Jaxon had been flown over by their colleagues to identify the bodies and begin to plan out a funeral if necessary. Suddenly the beach was a place he hated, the sands would no longer just be warm under his feet, shifting between his toes as the salty air whipped at his features. No longer would he find the mesmerizing waters of the ocean, welcoming and pristine. All he could see was darkness in the water, and it kept him away from a place he used to love as a kid. Now those memories he would hold in his heart, what was left of it anyway. Jaxon found himself alone in the world, but his parents deaths bothered him endlessly, this case had taken their lives and it had been left unresolved. Several of their colleagues had approached them, some with words of empty comfort, some to just talk about how brave their parents were to tackle something none of them even dared to do. Only one offered to solve the case, to help put his parents’ soul at ease. Life after that was no longer serene and calm, everything became rocky and tumultuous. He became obsessed with finding out what exactly happened to his parents, find out the real reason why they never came home. So, the next few years of his life were devoted solely to this cause, learning, training himself to be like the parents he loved so much, and finally put not only their souls, but his heart at peace.

For years he worked under the tutelage of his parents’ colleague, learning under him as he took on online classes so he could get his degree. Leaving aside his dream to go to school for art, and simply use this chance at higher learning to get the skills and knowledge necessary for him to be able to crack what his parents’ left behind. It was day in and day out of researching of piecing together the pieces of a puzzle that he had never seen before. He could feel himself thinking the same way his two moms did, and for a few moments felt a sense of pride swelling up inside his chest. Which each clue uncovered he could feel himself getting closer, but it wasn’t enough to work locally, he needed to be where they had last been. Without a word to the rest of the people that knew him, he took off with their parents one colleague. 3 years away from the world that he knew, 3 years before he could return home, and it had been 3 years that it took to finally catch the one responsible for ruining all the maybes and what ifs of his life. His moms would never meet the person he would love, they would never walk him down the aisle, they would never get to meet his kids, or see him graduate, see the man that he would become. All of that was taken away, and the moment he saw the cuffs being put onto the man responsible, he felt a weight lifted off his chest. It had been one of the men that worked with them on the case, a man who believed these two women shouldn’t be allowed on the same field as he, a man who had been hurting and ruining lives, almost getting away with it as he pretended to be a concerned investigator the entire time. A man who even as he was being put away spat unsavory remarks about Jaxon’s parents, and he finally showed his true colors, and after 3 years of solitude and obsessions, he could finally let go.

The car ride home felt eternal, and not even the many visages of his favorite places growing up could bring a smile. His home was not what it used to be, it was full of dust and water damage, neglect shown on every surface but that just meant he could actually put his mind to work on something. Within a week he had it back to the shape it had once been, and weirdly enough the place that hadn’t been touched by neglect had been his parents’ room, where he had put up an evidence board, tacks pinning down every picture or clue that he found about the case. He was back home, and he was a different person, now he wanted to figure out if he could go back normalcy, find his old friends, maybe even find love in a place where he never thought he’d actually find it. Jaxon still fears the water, but he’s found that he’s able to paint it, bring back his old passion in art and be able to sell it. Crescent Harbor would never be the same for him, and the maybes and what ifs of his life would always remain, but maybe there would be light at the end of this tunnel, as he’s found himself being playful and smiling once more. Wanting to open up an exhibit and write about the many tales of his parents exploits, including his own, so he could put that chapter of his life, to an end.

#hidehillintro #c:jaxon

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im-an-anxious-wreck · 2 years

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Memories Aren't Important… Right?

Chapter Sixteen • Patton

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Patton was wiping down one of the tables in the bakery where he worked when the doorbell rang and they turned to see Remus.

"Hey, Remus! Want a treat before we go?"

"Oof, not today. I just had a snack. Sorry, Patty-Cake. Maybe next time."

"Alrighty!"

"Are you almost done?" Remus asked, but the gentle way chaos had said it, didn't make Patton feel rushed.

"Yeah, almost! I just have to take the trash out." Patton walked into the back and put the rag in the dirty cloths basket. They clocked out and, grabbing the bag of trash, walked out to where Remus was patiently waiting. "I've already clocked out. Wanna walk to the dumpster with me?"

"Sure! Do you have to lock up tonight?"

"Nope! It's only four."

"Oh, right. The bakery closes at six, so you're not closing up today, right?"

"Yep!"

They walked out the door and headed to the dumpster, which fortunately was close as it was just in the alley behind the bakery.

"Hey, you wanna know how I'm like a bicycle?" Patton asked.

Remus quirked an eyebrow. "Because once people learn how to ride you, they never forget?"

"Be— what? No!" Patton felt his cheeks warm. "I was gonna say because I'm two-tired!"

Remus softly laughed. "Ah, I see, my bad."

Patton giggled as they tossed the trash bag into the dumpster, and was about to say something when he stopped as they saw a tan, long haired dog.

"Aww, hi, buddy!"

The dog continued to stare at Patton.

"Um, do you think they have an owner?" Remus asked.

"I don't know," Patton said lowly, as to not scare the dog. "They don't have a collar, but they could've taken it off, dogs are smart like that and collars are a bit too loose sometimes."

"Should we try to find their owner?"

"Yeah, we should. Um… hey, fella." Patton crouched down and held their hand out for the dog to smell, which they did after a moment. They got even closer and Patton patted their head. "Aww, aren't you such a good dog! Yes, you are!"

"Don't get too attached," Remus warned.

"Aww, I know, but look at how cute they are!"

"Maybe we should try and get them to get in your van and to the 'V-E-T air comma S'."

"You mean an apostrophe?"

"Yeah, air comma, apostrophe, same thing, whatever."

Patton tilted his head to the side. "Okay, but why'd you spell it out?"

"Well, I don't know if the dog knows that word, but the dog Roman and I had when we were little kids sure did."

"Oh, and you didn't want to scare them. I see! Hey, doggo? You wanna go for a walk?"

The dog's ears perked up.

Remus laughed. "We'll take that as a yes."

…

After Patton had successfully corralled the dog into his van, they took them to the vet's office.

The veterinarian gave the dog a check-up and even checked for a microchip. While she did so, Patton looked over the missing pet posters, and Remus looked online for anyone who was missing a dog that's picture looked like the dog they'd found.

They hadn't found anything and even posted a picture in a local missing pets group.

After a few hours of nothing, and since the dog's check-up was done, the veterinarian suggested they take the dog home if they wanted to, or leave the dog here and she would get him to the humane society.

Patton said they'd quickly text their housemates before making a decision, even though he wanted to immediately say yes.

Remus said yes before Patton has barely been able to give chaos puppy dog eyes.

Fortunately none of them minded or were allergic to dogs.

And yes, Patton cheered when they got to take the dog home, but how could he not! They could certainly be introducing a new member of the family into their home soon.

On the ride home Patton thought of something. "Hey, Remus?"

"Yeah, honey?"

Patton smiled at the nickname. "Now that the dog is probably going to be living with us forever, we should name him."

"Oh, good point! We should name him Black Motor Oil."

"No!"

"Cheeto Dust!"

"Absolutely not! I was thinking of a baked good since we found him behind the bakery."

"Ooh, like what? Devil's Food Cake?"

"No! He's an angel!"

"...Angel Food Cake?"

"Aww, but that's my nickname," Patton pouted. "I was thinking something more like… Hmmm… how about Pupcake!"

Remus barked a laugh. "A pun? Of course you're naming our dog a pun."

"Our dog?"

"Oh, sorry." Remus curled around herself a bit. "Didn't mean to assume. He… he can just be your dog," Remus flatly stated, disappointment evident as not only could Patton feel Remus' emotions, but they could see it in chaos' expression when Patton glanced at her.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!" Patton sadly said. "We certainly can both be his paw-rents!"

The mood lifted again as Remus snorted. "Okay, sounds good, Pat-rika."

"That's a bit of a stretch, but I'll allow it. Puns are just so pun-derful!"

"Wait, back to the Pupcake thing… isn't Pupcake the dog from Strawberry Shortcake?"

"Oh, yeah! I think it is. Oops."

"Well, we could always name him Crocodile Farts!"

"No!! Absolutely gosh darn not!"

"Ooh, watch your profanity," Remus teased.

"Oh, hush."

"...So, what are we gonna name him?"

"Um… Biscuit!"

"Oh, that's a good one." Remus twisted in his seat to look at the dog. "It suits him."

"Biscuit it is!" Patton cheered.

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After going to the store to get some dog supplies, including a collar for Biscuit's new tags, Patton and Remus walked into the living room with the newest addition to the famILY to see Janus, Logan, Virgil, and Roman lounging around on the couch.

Patton bit his lip momentarily before cheerfully saying, "Remus and I are parents now!"

"What!" Virgil worriedly exclaimed, sitting up quickly from where he'd been slouching.

"To a fur baby!"

"Oh, yeah. That—" Virgil relaxed again. "Okay. Geez, Pat, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

"Oops, sorry, kiddo."

"So, who's the dog?" Virgil asked. "I mean obviously he's the one you asked us about, but like, what's his name?"

Patton walked around to in front of the couch, Biscuit, who was still on his leash, followed. "Everyone say hello to Biscuit!"

"Aww!" Roman exclaimed. "He's adorable!!"

Remus beamed. "Isn't he!?"

"He's quite cute for a dog," Janus agreed.

Logan got up and crouched down in front of Biscuit. "Salutations, I am Logan. Please do not eat or destroy any of my things and we shouldn't have an issue," Logan said seriously before pausing for a moment. He gave Biscuit a pat on the head and then went back to sit on the couch and continued reading his book.

"I'm so glad y'all like him!" Patton took the leash off of Biscuit. "Go explore, Biscuit!" Biscuit walked off, sniffing things here and there. "Oh! And don't worry, the vet said that he was quite politely potty trained."

Virgil's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Wait… how is he politely potty trained?"

"Well, the vet said he was very polite when he asked to go potty."

"Well that's good," Janus said. "We wouldn't want a rude dog."

Patton wasn't quite sure if Janus was joking or not, so he didn't say anything to that. "I know this was kinda sudden, but he doesn't have an owner and we couldn't just turn him over to the humane society! Well, I mean, I— I guess technically we could, but like morally… but anyway, since all of you were okay with it, and I kinda got attached to him even though Remus warned me not to… anyway, it worked out though!"

"It did," Remus agreed. "Oh, we probably shouldn't give him quite as much dog food as the bag recommends for a dog of his weight though," He mused.

"Why not?" Patton asked in confusion.

"Because you are gonna give him so much human food from the table." Remus chuckled.

"But he's the bestest boy! He deserves to have some of our delicious food." Patton gasped loudly. "Oh my goodness! Do you think he's ever had pancakes before?"

Remus bit his lower lip to keep from laughing. "...I don't have future predicting powers, but I have a feeling we're having pancakes for supper."

Patton giggled. "How'd you know?"

"Just a guess," Remus joked.

Patton smiled at his boyfriend.

Things were really looking up.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fics #sanders sides fanfiction #vee's writing #ts patton #tss patton #ts remus #tss remus #ts virgil #tss virgil #ts logan #tss logan #ts janus #tss janus #ts roman #tss roman

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Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

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When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

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Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

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Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

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And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)

#feralnette au #felinette #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #felix culpa #also in case i havent made this clear enough PLEASE go check out bigfatbreak #they made this fantastic au #i would love any title ideas if anyone has any because if you couldnt tell by my username im super unoriginal and cant make titles #if not it might just end up being untitled feralnette fanfic forever

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erogenousmind · 2 years

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Tea

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Amy said, her eyes down. She cupped the warm mug in both hands as she spoke, a wisp of steam rising from it. “What was I thinking?”

She looked up at the man reclining leisurely in his seat across from her. Late afternoon sun coming through the window next to them drew patterns of light and shade across his face. Amy considered him as she lifted up her mug and took a sip of tea. Just fifteen minutes ago, he had just been a thumbnail and a provocative name to her, nothing more. A name she had fantasized about more frequently and more intimately than she cared to admit, a name that represented a mind that had such a way with words, that knew how to draw her in and keep her captivated, but still just a name.

His real name, as he had told her when they met, was Ian. More attractive than she might have feared, he seemed much more comfortable with the present situation than she thought possible. As if they were just two friends meeting at a coffee shop for a drink. “Maybe I hypnotized you into coming here,” Ian answered with a wry smile.

Amy’s fingers gripped the mug tightly for a moment and relaxed again. She glanced around quickly but was confident no one was close enough to hear their conversation. She wasn’t embarrassed exactly, it was just...personal. She’d never talked about anything like this with anyone in person. At least not before now.

She laughed nervously. “Right. That’s the only explanation. Doesn’t explain how I summoned the courage to message you in the first place though. Unless your stories have been secretly programming me this whole time?”

“Oh they have, just not to do that. That was all you.” Ian was grinning now, his face playful but warm. “I am curious though. You told me online that you enjoy what I write, but that can mean a lot of different things. Many people can read a story or a detailed description of going into trance and fall under themselves. Some are able to go deep enough to experience it in their mind firsthand, at least the feeling of it. What can happen to you when you read something I write?”

I end up having to change my panties, Amy thought, blushing a little. “Um, I don’t know. Sometimes, like when you are describing what it feels like to drop, I can kinda imagine that happening to me. Like I might start feeling really relaxed or super focused. And sometimes I have to read something you wrote again because I kinda space out and don’t remember everything? And I guess I can get lost in the story sometime. Like I am the one being hypnotized and just going deeper every time. And I think about if I were being conditioned over time, like you were joking about, I’d probably drop super easily. I’d be getting better at it but I might not even notice. But I don’t know if it really works like that...I uh...I dunno. I’ve never really been hypnotized before I just...” She paused, feeling incredibly self conscious. “I really enjoy reading your stories.”

Amy looked down again, feeling the warmth in her cheeks. She felt like she was gushing at him. She didn’t know how to talk about any of this. She didn’t know what she was doing. But she had messaged him, and when they found out they were in the same city and he had suggested they meet for a coffee or something, she had been far too excited by the possibilities to say no.

Ian’s smile had softened and he looked at her patiently. He spoke slowly. “I really appreciate that you are comfortable opening up to me. I know that can feel really hard, but you don’t need to be embarrassed. I love to hear what you have to share. And that took a lot of courage from you, just like it did to message me.

“If you haven’t been formally hypnotized yet, well, we’ll have to do something about that at some point. But it certainly sounds like you are already very good at finding your way into trance. And if you are enjoying reading what I write, that is the important thing for me, whether you are just drifting down a little bit or if you are able to go incredibly deep every time.

“As to getting better and better at going into trance by reading my words more without even realizing it, well...how about this? I want you to imagine something for me. Imagine the cup of hot water they brought you when you ordered. Picture it in your mind’s eye. Still and crystal clear. It can be like your waking mind. Then I want you to imagine the tea bag dropping into it; dropping you into trance. You can picture what happens. The calm surface of the water is disturbed, but only for a moment. After that, everything looks the same. Same still calm water. Peaceful. But the water is moving below the level you can see. Thoughts are moving through that trance without you needing to do anything at all. It just happens.

“Imagine giving that mug a little stir. Your mind actively working to send you deeper. The colors of the tea spiraling around and down. Your focus on the colors, trance finding its way into every corner of your mind. Sending you deeper. And we can just let the seconds tick away until we arrive at the right strength. You could even count them away as you watch trance spread through your mind. Eight...seven...six...five...”

four...three...Amy continued. She could picture it all so perfectly. She had watched her tea brewing just a moment ago and the image was fresh in her mind. She sank forward lost in the description, just as she had been so many times for Ian’s words. two...one...

“And even if the bag is taken out, you can still see traces of that trance dissolving into the water. Dark and concentrated at first, but then diffusing and fading in color. But you know they are there. Deep in your mind.” Deep thought Amy. “You can picture that so clearly can’t you. Focus on that image.” Focus “The intensity of trance in that moment in the stillness of your mind. And then upon waking, coming back up out of the waters of your mind, those colors and flavors fade a little. But you know they are still there, don’t you?”

Amy nodded her head, her eyes looking to the side as she saw those wisps of color. How many times had she dropped reading his words? How much more than wisps were there in her mind?

“And what if we let your mind steep for longer?” Ian continued. “Every moment the water that is your mind does its work. You don’t need to do anything. We just made the water hot,” Hot “allow you to drop into trance and all you can do is take more and more of it with you. Taking you deeper.” Deeper “You can see the pretty colors drifting and filling the mug. You just watch as we take you deep into trance and condition you. Mixing trance with your mind until it is something else. Something more. You can just imagine with every second your mind is transformed into something else as you stare at your cup of tea and watch your mind sink deeper.”

Amy was looking down at the table behind half lidded eyes. Her mind had become something else, she thought. It was tea now. Looking into her mug she saw it. No trace of the water remained. Just trance. Just his words. Just relax and listen.

“And so maybe you found your way to me that same way. Every time reading just adding more and more to what was already there in your mind. Words and phrases and ideas built up over time. Maybe these were just the words that gave you the courage to reach out to me. Maybe these are the words that let you experience trance so deeply.“ Deep “Maybe you have already been transformed by these words and the words before them as they diffuse through your mind. Maybe they already allow you to switch off your mind and stop thinking. And then these words can just tell you what to do. Maybe these will allow you to reach out again and ask to go deeper. Ask to be hypnotized. To be entranced. And we can just let your mind steep a little longer. Letting the trance grow stronger until your mind is ready. Ten...nine...eight...”

Amy’s eyes were almost closed. The scent of her drink relaxed her body more and more and she sank down. “Mmm...please...” she muttered.

“Six...five...four...”

“Please hypnotize me,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

“Two...one...

“Sleep”

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Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.”

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

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The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger!

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at.

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black.

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me.

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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Hi lovely! I adore your writing style and noticed you were taking requests. This is my first request ever so if it comes off a little awkward please forgive me! 👉👈

I was hoping for a scenario where Hawks has been wondering why y/n has been skipping out on get-togethers with him for the past week or two. He gets curious enough one day that he just-so-happens to patrol the area where you run off to after you reject another date with him.

He finds out that you have been going to an outdoor avian clinic and taking classes on how to pamper/massage or preen bird wings in order to surprise Hawks for your anniversary coming up.

But not like totally before Hawks confronts you and blurting out “Have you been cheating on me with a parrot?” 😂

Thank you! I hope this all makes sense. Hugs and kisses!

Hello there!! You are so sweet! and you didn’t come off awkward at all! <3

I am so sorry I didn’t actually mean for this to become an angst fic in the beginning ;-;

but it is fluffy don’t worry!

warnings: avian Keigo (Keigo having bird like tendencies)

Also I schedule this to be a bit later than I normally post, I’ll most likely be asleep when this goes up so I just wanted to say to everyone thank you for reading!!

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He tapped his foot against the floor of the restaurant, his patience deteriorating every second as he stared at the door.

As the fastest hero, Keigo never really had any patients for just about anything. One thing he hated more than anything was people being late, he moved fast, he wanted people to move fast with him.

All he wanted to do was go on a nice date night, have some dinner, and go home and watch a movie or something. He just wanted to spend time with you.

You normally never skipped out on dates, so why now?

He had noticed your absence in the last few weeks, more and more you would skip out on him.

The anxiety bubbling in his heart was starting to spill over, seeping into his attitude in daily life. In his head, he wondered if maybe you were trying to signal to him that you weren’t interested in dating anymore, that maybe you were just silently drifting from him. But he loved the 11 months he got to spend with you, he’d never experienced anything like it. It was fresh, new, loving, he didn’t want it to end. Those thoughts had made him feel miserable for the last week or so, but he was still confused by you. Although you skipped out on dates and such, you still acted so lovingly towards him. You would still come home and snuggle up to him, you would still run your fingers through his hair at night, you would still talk mindlessly about your day, as though nothing was remotely bothering you.

So, maybe you really were busy, perhaps he was just looking too much into the issue.

But still, getting stood up for the 4th time in a row would make anyone a bit upset.

He left the restaurant, paying for the drink he had ordered, and went on his way home.

Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk, but when he had these sorts of thoughts his wings would get all twitchy. He had done the research and found that when birds were in a high-stress situation they plucked at their feathers. The article also said that when a person that said a bird was attached to someone that abandons them, they get even more stressed and irritated. Which he supposed made sense. He would never admit it to very many people, (and if the press got a hold of it he would honestly shoot himself) but he had some bird tendencies.

Not big ones, just small ones.

He would bob his head in time with music sometimes, his pupils would dilate and contract when he was concentrating on something, he would mindlessly coo and cluck randomly as well.

Luckily, the commission taught him to control his bird-like tendencies, they told him that some of his bird traits were “off-putting”. But he really wasn’t sure what they were talking about, animal quirks weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind the help.

But since he’s been dating you, he found himself getting more and more of these tendencies.

A few times, he would find random shiny objects and give them to you, he acted all excited about it too, saying, “I saw it and thought that you could keep it! It’s super pretty so, I don’t know, I thought you’d think it was cool.” After he said that, you just took the objects and told him he was so adorable.

Another time, when you two were just out and about, he had seen you talk to someone with a similar bird quirk to his. He didn’t even know what came over him, but he squawked at the man, effectively freaking him and you out.

He apologized profusely after that.

There was one bird-like quality he didn’t mind all that much, and that was the preening of his feathers. It was honestly so relaxing, the dirt and dust from flying seeped into his feathers, so he always found himself soaking his wings in water and then rubbing them with a special kind of oil.

There were some days, however, were all he could do (or all he had time to do) was take a warm towel and gently rub off his feathers.

And lately, he had found himself going overboard with his preening, pulling more aggressively at his feathers, sometimes even hurting himself. He suspected that it was due to the stress of worrying about what was wrong with you (or him).

He hated all of it, loathed it even. Worse was how hard it was for him to broach the subject with you, whenever he got close he always wussed out. In his mind, even though it bothered him, he didn’t want to lose you. He was so scared that if he brought it up he would hear something he dreaded, and you two would fall apart.

He loved you so much, he wanted you to stay with him. Another bird trait he learned, some birds mated for life, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way about you. He just...he didn’t want to lose you.

There was one possibility that was the worst, and yet the most likely. You had been cheating on him.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but it all sort of added up.

You skipped out on dates so you could go out with this other person. When you would become affectionate with him could be a sign of guilt, he read about that online. And the way you wouldn’t see his texts or missed calls when he knew you were on a lunch break, maybe you were seeing someone else.

Was he a bad boyfriend? He thought that he had become better at this whole relationship stuff, maybe not perfect, but he was getting there. He knew he was hard to deal with, he wished he could be better for you, he really did. He knew he was busy a lot, tired from work, he knew he wasn't the most affectionate guy, but he wanted you, he wanted you so much it hurt. Keigo thought that you loved him because he really loved you.

The thought of having to let you go crushed his heart crushed his spirit too. He really did care for you, he knew that you were the one for him, so the thought of you not returning that feeling hurt him.

He flew through the night sky, looking down at the lights of the city. Normally, a sight like this would have made him smile, made him feel like he was on top of the world.

But his wings just felt uncomfortable, the wind blowing through them just increased the feeling.

He just felt… done. Like the whole world felt heavy to him. Maybe he really was overthinking everything, but he couldn’t help it, he was made to be observant.

He knew he had a strange habit of over-complicating things, but it was just his nature he supposed. A trained government agent always has to look into the fine details, at least, that's what he was taught. So, with your absence, he found himself becoming more and more paranoid.

He brought it up to his side-kicks and hero friends, and they all said the same thing; he was just being paranoid. They told him that, “sometimes in relationships, things get a little rough, it happens.” But Keigo couldn’t help but hate the whole ordeal.

He sighed, flying faster to his home.

One time, he had tried to follow you on your lunch break. He supposed it was pretty stalkerish, but he was getting desperate. All he needed was reassurance, just to know if you were actually busy or if that had been a bullshit excuse. He told himself it wasn’t a huge deal, he was just making sure you were doing ok.

...ok maybe it was a bit of a breach of privacy.

He had perched himself on top of a building near your workplace. Keigo had made sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him as he followed you, keeping out of sight as best he could.

His initial thought was you would go to a coffee shop, maybe some sort of expensive restaurant if you were meeting someone.

Yet, to his surprise, he saw you scarf down a sandwich as you entered an animal clinch.

Were you cheating on him with an animal clinch employee?

He wanted to confront you then and there, but from where he was, he didn’t have any reason to.

It looked innocent enough, you were just going to an animal clinch.

He immediately felt guilty. There was no reason for him not to trust you, you had done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe you really were working overtime and he was just overthinking everything.

He shook his head, sighing, he unfolded his wings and flew off the building he was perched on.

That was a week ago, it was after the third time you stood him up. And now, although he didn’t have any proof of you cheating, he still felt like he had a reason to confront you. He just felt sick of worrying and overthinking everything, and in all honesty, you weren’t helping the situation. Every time he asked you about it, you always came up with some sort of excuse.

He landed on his balcony with a loud thump, not caring all that much about the noise.

As he entered his home, he lifted the hem of his shirt off his head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Walking over to the bathroom, he filled a special bowl full of water and made his way back over to the bed.

It was probably a bad idea to preen himself when he was so aggravated like this, but he wanted to do it, his wings felt so uncomfortable.

His right-wing raised a bit as he sat down, pulling the feathered stump closer to him.

But before he could even graze the feathers with a damp cloth he had, he heard the front door open and close.

Before he had even realized it, he was already zooming down the staircase of his luscious penthouse, knowing full well you were already inside of his home.

“Hi honey,” you slipped your shoes off, not looking at him yet. “How was your day- Oh,” he crossed his arms over his chest, he was sure his expression was one of utmost anger.

“Where were you,” his tone was irritated, his wings twitched behind him.

“I was working. Baby what's wrong,” he nearly rolled his eyes at your concerned tone.

“Don’t baby me, you stood me up,” he huffed, “again.”

He didn’t miss the sorry expression that flashed on your face, “Kei, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve just been so busy lately. I know I haven’t been fair to you, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow! Look I’ll even make dinner for you, ok? Really, Kei, I’m ”

“Y/N,” here it came, “if your gonna break up with me, just do it already

Well, that certainly shocked you (and him if he was being honest). Your whole expression fell into one of confusion, your eyes looked up at him with genuine hurt.

“What? Keigo what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, why would I want to break up with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N?! Why have you been avoiding me for so long!?”

You sighed, “Is that what this is all about? Well,” you pulled out some sort of form, reaching it out to him, “here, I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but I don’t want you to think that I’m doing something dishonest.”

He snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, maybe a bit too harshly. He looked at it and was immediately confused.

It was information on a class about… how to preen birds?

He gave you a confused look, to which you gave him a light smile, “I see how frustrating it is for you to preen them, so I wanted to help out. I saw that I could learn how and thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together.”

He stood in shock for a few moments, letting the guilt wash over him.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You chuckled a bit, “Don’t be, it was wrong of me to leave you high and dry on dates, I just had to work overtime in order to get these classes in.”

Now, he felt twice as guilty.

This whole time he had thought you were drifting away from him, and worse, he thought you were cheating on him. He felt sick. His friends were right, he really was overthinking the whole situation. And worst of all, you were working overtime to do something so nice for him, and here he was, yelling at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jesus,” he shook his head, “I’m an idiot. You were off doing something so thoughtful for me, and I was being a prick, yelling at you. I’m sorry honey. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”

But you just chuckled, “Keigo, really, it’s ok. I should have at least done something to convince you, or rescheduled our dates. It’s ok honey, don’t feel bad.”

You moved in to give him a hug, which just happened to be the moment you realized his shirt was missing.

“Uh,” he saw your body straighten up, and your face makes a flustered expression, “why is your shirt…”

“Oh, well,” he scratched his feathers nervously, “it’s kinda funny, I was just about to preen my wings. So I have to take off my shirt in order to get the water to the back. Kind of a weird coincidence, huh.”

“Well,” you looked at him, eyes softening, “can I help?”

Keigo was sure his heart had frozen, after a moment or two, he answered, “S-sure.”

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You pulled a stool for him to sit on as you sat down on the bed.

Keigo wasn’t sure why, but he felt so anxious. To tell the truth, he never really had someone preen his wings before. He would always do it himself, it was an annoying effort sometimes, but the commission was very big on him looking good for the public eye.

His wings weren’t super sensitive, but the light touches of your fingers running through them felt like pure heaven to him. The sensation was like having someone giving a message, but… different. It felt nicer, more loving, more slow and nice.

The whole sensation made him shutter.

“Is this ok,” he didn’t miss the anxiety in your tone.

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Perfect, keep...keep doing that babe.”

The little pulls of his feathers relaxed him more and more, making him seep into the back of the stool he was sitting on.

When you had started to add water to the mix, he didn’t notice his cooing.

“Kei?”

“Hmm,” his mind was so far gone in the relaxation of your hands that he barely registered your voice.

“Are you cooing,” you had to suppress your smirk as his body went rigid, as well as his wings.

“I,” his face was almost as deep red as his wings, “s-sorry.”

You giggled, “Don’t apologize,” you pressed softly into the apex of some of his feathers, “if it feels good, it’s fine if you coo. I won't judge you.”

Softly, he let out a few coos, but he didn’t want to freak you out.

But soon, he realized he couldn’t keep them in, you were just doing so well.

You moved softly to grab his feather oil, “Uh, so how does this even work? Do I take a few drops and run them through each individual feather or something?”

You’ve seen him preen his wings before, but until recently you had just started to pay attention to how he exactly did them. You had noticed that the oil he used on his feathers gave a shine to the red plumage, but you had noticed he was a bit cautious with the serum.

“O-oh,” you didn’t miss the light stutter and the soft up-take of his voice, “Um, if you want you can just put a few drops in your hand and rake them through. You don’t have to do each one if you don’t want to.”

You thought for a moment, “Alright, I think I’ll just do each feather. I wanna get this right after all.”

And, honest to god, Keigo gulped.

You’ve never seen him this relaxed and yet so tense, you would have thought he was drugged. You would be lying if you didn’t enjoy it though, the way Keigo melted into you, it was weirdly adorable.

“Yeah,” he let out, “yeah ok.”

After that, it was like Keigo could barely talk.

For a moment, you considered something. When you and Keigo had started to date, you had noticed how he was a bit touch-starved. He craved affection, whether he was aware of this or not, you weren’t sure.

But it made sense, his childhood past, and plus, this was his first real relationship. You wondered if Keigo had ever been shown so decent, honest love before.

Perhaps his bird instincts also played a part in how affectionate he could be. You read once, that when male birds became attached to their mates they tended to get affectionate as well as loving. Plus, some birds preened their mates as a show of love, you wondered if what Keigo was doing was just his way of showing how happy he was with you preening him.

After you were done, Keigo’s head was light and tired. The whole experience for him felt magical, he wasn’t sure why though. He preened himself a bunch of times, why was this the first time he felt this way?

But Keigo’s head couldn’t really process the question at the moment.

“You wanna go to sleep,” you asked, bringing your hands lightly over his shoulders, kissing his forehead.

He let out a small, “Mhm,” as he stood up. You had to help him to his bed because of how wobbly he was.

After you carefully helped him into bed, you turned to go to the bathroom to wash your hands, but Keigo dragged you down.

“No,” he whined softly as you tried to get out of his grip, “cuddles.”

(You couldn’t lie, this had to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do)

He nuzzled into you, his body flushed against yours.

That’s when you heard it, the little chips. You didn’t say anything, scared that if you did he would stop. You played with his hair as he chirped into your neck, his wings shivered a bit.

You decided to ask him, “Hey, Kei.”

He hummed lightly.

“I’ve never seen you like this, does it have something to do with your bird instincts?”

Keigo thought for a moment, “Maybe,” his voice was light you noticed, “it could be. Kinda just something I experience because that’s what birds do with their...mates.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his wings again, “Maybe it’s because you're also, like, really touch starved.”

“Oh yeah, maybe. I mean,” he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, “you are my first time in a real relationship.”

You laughed lightly, going back to lightly stroking his hair and feathers.

“Hey Y/N,” Keigo’s voice was tired, and yet, it was soft.

“Yeah honey,” you asked in an equally gooey voice.

He nuzzled in closer to you, giving you a soft, yet deep kiss, “I love you.”

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Chapter 3: Doughnuts and Friends

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A week and half passed by.

Harry made really good friendship with his neighbour. They hung out, still maintaining social distancing guidelines. Having meals by their doors. It was mostly Harry talking and her listening.

Harry reckoned she took time to warm upto people. She shared a little bit about herself. Not too much, just a few things which she could relate from his rants.

She wasn't his fan!

Yeah, that was a stinger for his ego. His music wasn't her taste, she said. But she said she gave his music a try after he told her that his new album came out last December, and that Adore you, the Fish Music Video was on that album. She said she liked Canyon Moon a lot.

Oh at least she liked something!

She wasn't into music Harry figured. Or TV shows or movies much, because she wouldn't react to his references from famous movies and TV shows like someone who watches them would. He wondered what she did in her free time.

Did she read? What did she studied if she was a student?

Hell he doesn't even know how old she is!

Did she liked to read books like him? Or did she made her own music? You can still write music and not listen to other artists in his opinion. Or maybe she was into writing?

All he knew was she pet sat for few people, but she didn't pet sat this entire week. Maybe people doesn't need any pet sitters now. He wondered what she did for living, what she was into.

He was really into her for some reason to be knowing so little about her!

He just knows she lives there, and had a sister who passed away not too long ago. That was it really.

Harry was now strictly home, not going to studio to even record. He mostly hung out with his neighbour friend by his door. Or talked to his sister. A lot. Via texts or he was constantly bothering her with face times. Some times even interrupting her Podcast recordings. He'd apologise and hang up and then have her call him when she's free. He even started calling his mum a lot more. Doing the same with her.

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YN on the other hand was doing better!

She was all on her own still, but she was doing better. Marvel were offering internship for business students, she got to know from her college. Of course she applied, gave her online interview. And got hired!

She now have a full time paid internship with flexible shifts to her classes and exams! Isn't that amazing?! She will get practical knowledge for the course she was doing as well. She can better her grades that way, and even earn enough!

She would definitely be able to live a healthy lifestyle now. She just hopes she is making her mum proud, and she's happy where ever she is now.

Growing up she always saw her mum struggling, back in India they weren't financially stable. Her mum was educated enough to get a corporate job but after she got married she wasn't allowed to work. Lived in a abusive household. Her dad was alcoholic, though he never physical abused any of them, but his verbal and emotional abuse was enough to tear them apart. He wasn't there for his own daughters. Her mum separated from her dad after her little sister was born. Lived with YN's grandparents and got a job.

Her mum was her real inspiration really. She was the best parent she could ask for. She never let her or her sister feel the absence of their father.

Despite divorce being a taboo subject in India, still, and her mum recieving so much hate from society. She never gave up. She struggled too. YN was proud of her Mummy for being so strong and supportive for herself, and for her daughters.

YN have went through a lot you can say. And she doesn't like to talk about any of that. She doesn't like the sympathy she gets from people.

This Saturday she was busy working on her accounts assignment when her door bell went off. The almost unfamiliar sound made her jolt on her place. She never have anyone over, and if it's a pet sitting client she usually goes downstairs to pick up the pet. Oh she hopes it's not Veer, or she'll seriously loose it. Her accounts assignment was already pissing her off.

Sliding her laptop on the coffee table she let out a sigh. She padded her way down to the door and opened it enough to look out.

"Hey, good morning!" It was her neighbour.

"Good morning." She smiled, she opened the door more and found a small bag from her favourite doughnut shop, with a box inside just by her door. The man was standing at a distance.

"Went to grab coffee and breakfast, got doughnuts for you." Harry was returning the favour of when she gave him some sweets. She was very happy the other day because she got hired, though she didn't tell him the reason she still was celebrating and gave him some Indian sweets she bought that morning.

That was the exact same thing she said to him 'went to grab stuff from store, got sweets for you.'. He found that so fucking sweet. Quite literally!

YN never liked to justify her kind actions, because she did those purely out of her heart. Just like mum her, she was a really great influence in her life. So YN never gave any explanation behind getting him sweets. And it was part of her up bringing really. Growing up in India, her neighbours (just the few of them) were very sweet. It is really like a cultural thing there to give your neighbours some of whatever you cook at home for no apparent reason but just out of good hearty intentions. She found it weird that people here don't give a fuck about their neighbours, everyone is always and always minding their own business- which she thought was good, but it is nice some time (just a few times) to be nosy, according to her.

And she really found very was very sweet person, like her previous neighbours back in India. Who minded their own business but "nosy" at right things and were friendly. Though she never talked to him, it was mostly him talking about his work and music or answering few of her questions she'd have about working in the industry.

"Oh..." She was surprised. That was very unexpected. "I, uhh... Thank you."

She felt weird receiving doughnuts from him, but she wouldn't want to turn him down because he didn't turn her down. She was sure somewhat of an anti-social person, but she wasn't heartless to turn anyone's sweet gesture.

"Of course. I hope you're not allergic to hazelnuts, didn't know which ones you liked so got the ones I like." He explained.

"Oh no, I am not allergic to anything." She assured him. She really liked the chocolate and hazelnut ones, those were her favourites. "Those are my favorite actually." She had a sweet smile playing on her lips for such a simple thing such as a few doughnuts.

That was actually the first thing she shared to Harry about herself without him asking questions. He found her really adorable in the moment, with eyes rounded out and her lower lip tucked in between her teeth. She seemed excited, or at least he liked to think about it that way. He was glad he could make her day, he didn't know the reason behind.

His infatuation went on for a little longer than he expected. He'd still call it an infatuation though.

"Do- do you want to hang out if you're free?" He asked.

"Oh, I, uh... I'm a little busy right now." She explained, "I am sorry."

Harry swore his heart went sore hearing the hint of guilt of turning him down in her tone.

"Oh it's fine." Harry assured her, "another pet sitting client?"

"No, I, I have an assignment due, so I, uh... I was working on that." She stuttered.

Harry wondered why she stuttered all the time. Maybe she was anxious all the time. Or maybe because English wasn't obviously her first language. But he found it adorable.

He didn't know she was in college!

"Oh, okay. Best of luck with it." He smiled.

"Yeah." She nodded, "and thank you for the doughnuts again."

"Of course darling." His dimples became more prominent as his smile grew wider.

YN swore that nickname made those butterflies go fucking wild in her tummy!

Wait, what?!

She closed her door after Harry went in. Kept the doughnuts in fridge to eat later.

She knows if she eats anything now, she'd probably be passed out with her computer open in no time with a full stomach. And she had no time. Her assignment was due midnight. It was the last assignment for her first year of college. She will have off time until September then. She can focus on her work more.

She got a job in the more of corporate side of Marvel Studios. In marketing department as assistant to the assistant project manager. It was until her internship was due though. She can apply for a better post somewhere else with the experience and her degree in hand of course. But the salary offered to her was more than enough for her. She was very clueless of what she wanted to do in future, a BCA degree could get to at least something. And once everything is back to normal she can go back to India and live with her grandparents. Hopefully that happens next year.

But the girl was very interested, passionate, and talented at photography and Cinematography. Though she never took any special courses, and they were not affordable for her mother, she mostly taught herself watching and reading about her favourite directors, mostly music video directors like Joseph Kahn, and movie directors like almost all the Marvel director, Jon Watts, Taika Waititi, The Russo Brothers, Anna Boden, James Gunn and her list just foes on and on. YN was really good editing and using different softwares. She just stuck on making weird and stupid videos with her little sister as memories to herself. Her and her sister were not allowed to have a YouTube channel because they were both kids and minors, their mother didn't wanted them to grow up to regret anything.

She was happy with what she was doing now. Maybe if her mother was still here she would have taken the risk to drop everything and work on her dream. Was it a bad thing she was so dependent on her mother? Maybe, she would at least have some emotional support. Can she risk it out and drop out of college to pursue her dreams? Not probably. It wasn't an easy career to get successful in. Well, nothing is easy. But it is rather easier to do a desk job than go places to places and apply every single time for new project with more possibilities of getting rejected. Was it worth it when she was struggling so much financially? Not really. Not that she can think of anything really.

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It was a Sunday!

YN slept till two in the afternoon after finishing up her assignment just five minutes before the due time. She definitely over slept, now that her face was all puffy and marks from the creases on her face her visible. She slept like a baby that night after so long!

With her hair all messy she walled down the hallway to her kitchen to make a strong cup of tea. She looked like she just had a fight with a bird or something with her braided hair all matted and baby hairs poking out in all different directions. She laughed at herself seeing her reflection on the microwave when she was heating up left over rice from last night for a very late brunch.

Oh god, was she going mental already?!

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YN had her brunch and watched her favourite YouTubers. It was around four in after when she realised she had nothing else to do. She could sleep more but it would mess up her already fucked up sleeping schedule.

She had so much to do with Rio and Filiz all the time. Filiz was beg and bribe her sister to take her to the park on weekends.

Now she wished she had friends. She could at least have a virtual movie night with them. Or at least she'd have someone to talk to.

That's when her phone dinged. She hardly got any notifications either, except for few notifications when her favourite celebrity would post something on Instagram. She really adored Brie Larson for her work in Captain Marvel. She hoped she posted something!

But it was a text message. From her neighbour.

They exchanged their numbers the other day but never texted or called. Because there was no need really for that. She read the message from the notification.

Harry Styles: Hey, are you free tonight for a movie night?

Was she free tonight? Yeah! Was she free tonight for a movie night with her neighbour who she hardly know? She didn't know!

And how would they watch movie together when they were in quarantine? Like she haven't seen him leave to go to studio or work at all. He talked about bored he was at home alone all the time and that he haven't seen any of his friends in person since almost three weeks now. But it would still be very weird for her to have her neighbour over or go over to his to watch movie anyway... How was she supposed to reply to that?

She was bored too!

But she was way too anxious and nervous around other human beings!

She received another message. A little frantic one.

Harry Styles: Hey YN you alright? I can see you're online!

Here, Harry didn't know why he got worried and concerned for her. He felt this weird sense of concern and care for her, and he thought she was clearly stupid to feel that way for someone he hardly knows. It was the first message he ever sent her. She was online he saw, she must be busy and left her phone somewhere in the house and forgot. Now he just sounds... Desperate? Impatient? Maybe... But he recieved his reply saying she is fine and that she'd take up his offer.

He almost jumped out of his sofa. He would go over to hers. He didn't know what to take with him, he lived nust next door. He just grabbed his phone and went to hers. He was nervous when he brought up his hand to knock on the wood. He did it. He knocked two times and waited for her to open the door. He almost got startled when the door opened, he didn't heard her footsteps. She walked very quietly.

"Hey." His voice almost came out as whisper. He was standing there with just half a feet away from her.

She looked so lovely in her all Marvel Studios PJs. A large over sized tshirt with red Marvel logo and black sweat pants with same logo printed all over it. She looked very comfy in them. Her black cat eyed glasses sat on the bridge on her nose snugly. He was too lost he almost didn't heard her greet him back.

"Hi, come in please." She opened the door wider and stepped aside so he can walk in. "Uhh... can you please- uhh.. please take off your shoes?"

"Oh yeah." He nodded.

"Thank you." She nodded and walked inside. Harry kept his slides to a side inside by the door and shut the door behind him.

"Would you like anything? Tea? coffee?" She asked nervously.

Why was she nervous?

"Thank you but I am good." Harry said. "It's pretty late for tea or coffee anyway."

"Yeah." She nodded, "have a seat please." She gestured at the sofa and rushed in kitchen to get him at least a glass of water. Harry settled down on the sofa by the left arm rest. YN kept his glass of water on the coffee table. She sat down on the other side of the sofa.

"What you want to watch?" She asked. The remote was lying idol on the coffee table with Netflix turned on.

"What ever you want."

Wow that was way too cheesy and weird Harry!

"I don't watch a lot of TV, so you can pick." She suggested. Harry nodded and picked up the remote from the coffee table.

Harry put on Friends. Nothing could go wrong with Friends. He played the first episode of first season. Without uttering a word they watched first two episodes of the show.

YN was sat there, tucked in a corner with a pillow clutched in her arms over knees which she had pulled up to her chest. A blanket covering her legs, even though it was hot. Her chin rested on the plush pillow. Leaned side ways on the back rest cushion. A faint smile on her face.

Harry had her sitting position mimicked himself. But with his heels tucked under his bum and his arm swung over the back rest and his cheek rested in his palm. It was a subtle way to glance at her when any character said something funny. She'd let out a soft giggle every time Phoebe would say something. Harry reckoned she liked Phoebe in the show already! It was getting harder for him to tear his eyes away from her. Her features looke so soft and relaxed. The faint smile on her face never fading away. Her brows pinched together on her forehead slightly, looking a lost watching the TV.

YN was really unaware of his staring she was really invested in what Ross or Phoebe had to say in the show. She wondered why she never watched the show!

"Can you play the next-" she turned her head to look at Harry, who looked rather startled as if he was caught doing something red handed. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry, what love?" He asked.

Oh his nicknames!

"Can you play the next episode?" She asked. She was really enjoying the show. Harry nodded and played the next episode.

"You've never watched this show?" He enquired and she shook her head in no to his question. "How come you have never watched Friends?"

"I never got the time to. And I don't really watch TV that much." She answered with repeated statement.

"I see you seem to be huge Marvel fan." He commented on her attire. She glanced down at her shirt, her cheeks becoming flush with heat.

"Yeah. And uhh— my Mumma worked at Marvel Studios." She explained.

"That's cool." Harry was impressed. He didn't know why but he was!

"Yeah!" YN nodded.

"Does she work there anymore?"

Oh Harry! Oh Harry, why have you to be so nosy?

"Oh, I, uhhh— No. She—" She found it hard to speak all of sudden. "I lost her too. We got into car accident. I was the only one surviving."

She got it out!

Though she would never admit to it. His nosiness was getting teeny-tiny bit annoying to her now. But she'd never want to be rude to anyone.

Harry had to shake his head literally to process the information. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO NOSY?

"Oh, I so sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"It's okay you didn't know." She shrugged interrupting him.

Harry felt so bad for the girl!

Now it all sense to her. Her breakdown by the door that day. The bandage on her arm (which she no longer wore now). The bandage on her forehead. God he wants to hug her so bad but didn't know if it was the right thing.

"No, I am really sorry. Didn't meant to mess up your mood." He felt a weird heavy feeling in his chest.

"It's okay. Really. I didn't really mind." She assured him.

She did missed her mum and sister but she was learning to live with it. Of course she would never get over her loss but she can at least go on with her life. That's what her mum and sister would want for her, right?

Harry didn't know what to say. He was tongue tied all of sudden. Should he ask her if she wants to talk to him about anything?

It was different than what he have experienced himself. Or at least he thought. It was different for everyone. He didn't know how she would take it.

"You want to talk about anything?" He still offered, hesitantly.

"Thank you. But I don't want to be a bother." Her voice was very soft.

"It's fine, you don't have to, you're not a bother." He didn't wanted to force her, "you can talk to me if you want any time." She smiled and nodded her head again.

They sat in silence for a long few seconds before Harry pet out a long sigh.

"You want to pick the next show or call it a night?" He asked.

"I am not sleepy." She slept till very late that day, of course she is not sleepy!

She took the remote and put on The Crown. She watched that show because of her mum, she was obsessed with the show. And so was YN, she really liked Princess Diana. She even wrote a little essay about Princess Diana for her English class in seventh grade. She got an A+ for it, and she liked to brag about it up until she was in ninth grade.

Hell, she even begged her mother to have a hair style like Princess Diana and her her hair dyed blonde. But her mum didn't allowed her for some reason. And now she is over that phase. She thinks Blonde wouldn't suit her very obviously Indian or brown person looking face, but she some times dress like Princess Diana, still. Good thing her mum stopped her some times from doing shit that she'd regret later on. She loves her long hair now, she'd be cussing herself until her hair grew back out if she chopped them off.

"Have you watched this show?" YN asked halfway through an episode.

"Loads of time." Harry answered.

"Nice." She shot him a sweet smile and turned her attention back to the TV screen.

"Have you watched it?"

"Yeah. My mum loved this show." She answered. "Had to watch it with her."

Harry smiled at that. A little piece of new information about her; she watched The Crown with her mum.

"Do you like any character in particular?"

"Not in this season." She answered his question, "I really love how Emma Corrin played Princess Diana."

"Yeah, she did." Harry agreed. "I know her." He bragged.

"Oh, nice." But YN was unbothered. "I met them in December." She bragged too.

((AN: Emma's pronouns are she/they. So we're gonna use those here))

YN met Emma Corrin in December when she was out with her mum and sister for dinner. They live in Hollywood, and Emma was at the same restaurant. Whilst YN didn't asked for any pictures to respect their privacy, Emma did had a nice and long conversation with her. YN had a breakdown after she came back home that night. The only time she remembered fangirling over anyone! And Emma hugged her. Not once but TWICE! YN thought she was gonna pass out that moment, but she didn't, luckily for her.

"What?" She asked, Harry looked at her with a surprised look.

"Nothing." He let out a soft giggle and looked back at the screen.

"You're not from here, are you?" YN asked. She really didn't know where he was from?

It wasn't her fault. To he sounded someone who might be from Australia or UK or Ireland for what she knows. English wasn't her first language and she sucked at identifying accents. And his confused her further because he talked very slow, like he have all the time in this world. She had no idea who he was, only knew that he featured in the Fish Music Video that her late sister was crazy about. She didn't knew anything about him.

"I am surprised you noticed." Harry said with a joking undertone.

"I— just asking..." YN shrugged shifting on her place feeling embarrassed to even ask that question.

She hardly ever kept up with tabloids or celebrities to be more specific. She was always just too busy in her own small world with her mum, sister and her little doggo.

"I'm just joking." Harry assured her, "I'm from Manchester but I live in London now." He explained.

"Oh, nice." YN nodded.

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Harry spent rest of the night there. He didn't intended to, but he fell asleep on his side of the sofa. He apologised to his neighbour for crashing in, but she seemed fine with it. She wasn't going kick him out when he was in a deep sleep, snoring softly at her home.

She was nice enough to even offer him breakfast. It was just cereal nothing, special but still it was something.

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That wasn't the first time Harry hung out with his neighbour, at her house.

Everytime he noticed new things at her home. There wasn't much, it was very minimalistic looking flat, he reckoned it was her mum's choice. Every time he saw new picture frames scattered around the house, just three ladies in those pictures.

Harry's favourite picture was the one on her coffee table. It was picture of YN, who looked to be around twelve or thirteen, posed with her sister (who was just five that time) with Taylor Swift. Dressed in her merch, head to toe. Both her and her sister hugging the blonde tightly who had her arms swung over two young girls.

Harry wondered how old she was because he was catching serious liking towards this girl. What if she was younger than he thought? He didn't know how old she was he thought, but he needs to keep his feelings in control. He expects her to be in her very early twenties but he couldn't be way off with that for what he knows. She was still a college student. Maybe she was completing her Masters, or perhaps more higher education. She should be under twenty-one for his expectations and by the way she is really as a person. And how mature and grown up she seems to him as a person.

She was working an internship; a new piece of information he got the other day from her. She shouldn't be that young right?

He was just finding reasons now just because his infatuation wasn't an infatuation anymore. It wasn't a crush but it wasn't close to having a liking on her. He was stuck in a weird phase where he did not know what his own feelings were.

She was slowly opening up to him. Answering more to his silly questions, yet she still kept her answers very concise for his liking. And this is been going on for about two weeks now. Also, his attraction and feelings were escalating very quickly for his liking.

YN was almost awkwardly comfortable around Harry. That didn't made sense to her, but she felt like she could trust her intuitions and maybe try to make friends with him. But again, she had serious trust issues, she even doubted her intuitions. She didn't know what to do or say so she kept her growing feelings (were they platonic? She liked to think that way) to herself.

She knew he was significantly older than him. And she was scarred by a guy his age and one way older that him, her father. She was skeptical about that herself.

Harry wasn't sure how he felt. But all he was sure about was he found his neighbour very pretty and beautiful. Like someone he'd like to be with. As in, he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket, cuddle her and kiss her and tell her it was all okay. Especially after knowing what she went through, which he thought wouldn't.be the best reason because he didn't wanted to come out as he had sympathy for her. He did, but he cared for her more than he liked to think. It was a weird... Feeling... He was stuck in between.

She did shared a few things about her life, like from when she lived in India. She talked a lot (not a lot, but it was a lot coming from her) about her little sister. It was obvious how much she loved her little sister and how she defended her annoying gestures. Like this time YN told Harry about how her little sister stole her lip balm when she was three. Or how she'd get mad at YN over silly things, or worse annoy her to get the revenge. And how they'd mend up at the end and everything would be fine between them.

Harry wanted to know about her. He could know a little to nothing about her little storied of her sibling.

Harry was so lost, he couldn't focus on the album he was working on. He was too much invested into this girl than he should be.

This night she was talking to him more than investing her attention to whatever was playing on the TV screen in front of them. Harry found they were both sitting a little closer, but still space left enough for just one small person to sit comfortably instead of two people.

She was asking him about how he learned to play guitar when she saw him today coming back home with one. And how she wished she was talented enough to even play a few chords, and how she had failed her music classes at school when she was back in India. Apparently music was not an optional subject in her school according to her.

"Did you wanted to learn it?" Harry asked.

"Not really. Just wanted to learn it because all my classmate were really good at it. I felt left out." She explained shyly.

"I can teach you if you want?" He offered sheepishly.

"It's too late for me to be learning to play guitar." She shied away like always.

"Acting like your eighty years old?" Harry chuckled, "it's never too late, I learned to play guitar at Nineteen. My friend Niall thaught me."

"Oh!" She nodded her head slowly as if she was registering new information into her head. "You were in a band right?"

"Yeah!" He nodded.

So she did online research on him huh?

"Nice, nice." She nodded her head, again. A pink tint never leaving her cheeks. "I'll take the offer but I don't have a guitar sadly."

"I will go grab mine." He was just about to rush to his flat.

"No, it's fine. There is no rush." She assured him. He sat back down, a little closer on purpose this time.

Harry had a news to share with her but he wasn't allowed to talk about it just yet to anyone. But he can trust her right? She wouldn't leak the information, right?

"I got a new movie." He announced.

"Oh my god, congratulations!" She beamed.

Oh god, not to be dramatic but Harry would die for her!

He was crushing way to hard on her for that!

"Thank you, thank you." He smiled proudly yet feeling his cheeks heat up.

"I didn't know you acted too." She commented.

"Did a small part in a movie called Dunkirk back in 2017." He explained and she shook her head in acknowledgement.

"What song do you want to learn first?" He asked swinging his arm up on the back rest of her sofa and letting his cheek rest on his knuckles. That made him move a little more closer to her, with just a modest distance between them.

YN was taken back a little bit. God he was even more handsome up close! His eyes looked more greener up close. He had a bit of showing stubble growing around his jaw and a very faint and subtle moustache. It made him look so mature.

Wait... No! YN stop it!

He is way older than her. Though she never found people of her age attractive but she felt it was wrong. He wasn't forty years old. But he was still older than her.

Was that a problem? Was it a thing with her which said something was wrong with her?

Her brain had thought running like cheetahs in her head!

It wasn't like she was a minor anymore. She is legally adult. And she wasn't stupid. Why did it felt so wrong yet more right to have a little attraction towards a guy who is eight years older than her? Yes, she googled his name.

She wanted it to stop. But she just couldn't help it. She was already dealing with so much. What if she really happens to fall in love in with him and he's not into her that way? She'd be left heart broken!

The way he was sitting so much closer to her than before. It made her heart pound against her chest and a tight feeling in her head become more prominent now. His question and the way he was all of sudden he was interested into teaching her to play guitar.

Wait, why was he interested in teaching her to play guitar?

But anyway, she found him really pretty like all of those millions of people do. He was like a greek god who wore only Gucci, had a soft stubble and a faint moustache. Soft green eyes with pretty lashes framing them.

Like god, she was embarrassed to even admit she would fangirl over him like all those other girls, guys and everyone in between and out did! But it was true though. She wouldn't admit that she may have even stalked his Instagram page. But it is to be buried deep behind her mind until the end.

"I, uhh.. I don't know." She stuttered.

Harry found her really adorable in that moment. God he never wanted to kiss anyone this bad!

"Hmm.. we'll figure it out. You wouldn't let me go and grab my guitar." He said, his voice so soft, it almost felt feathery.

"It's- uhhh.. I don't want to be annoying. It's fine." She explained.

"You're not annoying. Who said you're annoying?" He was just a bit taken back.

There has to be reason that an unproblematic and quiet person like her thought she was annoying. And she just shrugged up her shoulders in an answer.

"You are not annoying." He repeated, his hand subconsciously went up to her face, with his pointer finger he tucked the loose strands of her curtain bangs away from her fave behind her head. His touch very gently and felt almost feathery to her. She swore if she wasn't wearing a full sleeved shirt he would be able to see the goosebumps which spread over arms.

But more importantly, he didn't found her annoying!

Like she haven't done anything which might be annoying. But she kept talking about her little sister which might get annoying. But he still didn't find her annoying? It made her heart sore. Not in a bad way.

"What's wrong darling?" He cooed again seeing tears in her eyes, she just shook her head, "come here."

Harry gathered her in his arms. He haven't seen her cry since that day. There was something which bothered her but he didn't know what. He wanted to help her so badly. He could hear his heart break when she let out a small sob, he tightened his grip around her. She had her forehead rested on his shoulder.

"It's okay." He told her. "I am sorry, did I say something bad?"

"No you didn't." She shook her head, pulling away all of sudden. "I, I am sorry. I didn't mean to cry."

"No, it's fine." He assured her. "You don't have to apologise for that."

YN felt stupid to cry in front of him. He just said he doesn't find her annoying, it's that big of a deal, right?

Of course that was the most horrible reason for her for her breakup. It really affected her. No one wants to hear they're annoying when they're just being themselves. Hearing the same thing from her mum wasn't assuring enough for the girl really.

She wanted to hug him again so bad, but she didn't wanted to ask.

It's months she have went on without a hug from anyone now. Any other human being to be more specific. According to research (not by her, but by many psychologists) you need four hugs a day for survival and here she is, going on to month nine without a hug from anyone.

"Can, can I hug you please?" She asked gathering all the courage she have.

"Of course you can hug me darling." Harry went in for the hug first wrapping his arms around her small form.

He swore he felt those butterflies go crazy in his tummy, ready to attach his heart and mind making him fall for her so fucking bad when she let her own snake around his torso. He rested his head in the curve of her neck with one of his large hand caressing her head. She smelled really good, Harry realised. The earthy scents in whatever shampoo she used was very soothing. Her hair was so soft under his touch.

"It's okay." He whispered.

It would sound childish but he'd seriously and go punch the person in their face who called her annoying. No joke!

"I am sorry, it was just... Just thought of someone really close to me who thought I am annoying. I just... I don't know... I am so sorry." She rambled.

"YN you are so fucking annoying, I have to baby you all the fucking time! I can't do this anymore!" Were her ex's exact words.

"No, no, no. You don't have to apologise darling." He told her, "someone said that doesn't mean you are actually that, does it now? No it doesn't."

She just nodded her head.

Why did that felt good to know she wasn't annoying? It made her have a breakdown.

She still can not trust him, can she? He wouldn't even remember after he moves out of the appartment complex. She can't used to this, even if this was the first time now that she hugged him and was somewhat vulnerable, and cried in front of him. It wasn't good for her in a long run, was it?

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Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them

um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!

{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader

pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they

word count: 2987

trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angsty

a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it

part one

masterlist

You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.

Sam let you live with him “until you could find your own place” but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too.

He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.

Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam.

The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Sam’s scent.

You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day.

It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.

You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.

“Sorry!” Sam took his hands off and backed away. “I’m still getting used to sensitive areas.”

You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.

Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could.

Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.

“You’re okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable I’ll get with it,” You explained.

Sam was so good to you. He’s helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you.

“Well then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...” He swooned.

You chuckled, “If we win. There’s a chance I won't come back here tonight. I’m lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.”

He nodded, “We’re gonna win.” He kissed your cheek, “How could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but you’re coming home tonight.”

“Home?” You questioned.

You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said ‘the house’ or ‘your place’. Not because you didn’t want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome.

“Yes home,” Sam laughed. “Why wouldn’t this be home... you feel safe here don’t you?”

“I do!” You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. “I just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.”

Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, “Of course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.”

You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, “I like it here. A lot.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Now have that same attitude in court, we got to go.”

The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder.

“Hands out,” The officer directed.

You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.

His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they weren’t writing letters and ignoring your calls.

You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.

“All rise!”

You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.

“Good afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,” His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. “Calling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?”

The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench.

The representative stood up and gave their opening statement: “Ladies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.”

Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.

Your lawyer took center stage, “A martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.”

The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.

“Miss l/n,” He started. “Today you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Let’s go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?”

You shook your head, “Many years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.”

“And what were you planning on doing with the major?”

You paused. It’s been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, “I was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.”

He shuffled around his papers, “I’ve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?”

You nodded, “Rape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.”

You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Women’s voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.

“Now to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.”

You nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“The attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.”

The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, “Miss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“So you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?”

You shook your head, “No, I didn’t persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.”

“But you did stalk them to find out where they were going?”

“No,” You answered. “They had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.”

“So these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.” He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, “That will conclude my questioning.”

You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.

“Miss y/n,” Your lawyer started. “We all know that you killed those men, but why?”

“They raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.”

“Those women were scared? Why were they scared?” “Because they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.”

“So you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.”

You nodded, “I would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.”

“Miss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. It’s like self-defense, but for others. She shouldn’t have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.”

You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.

The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.

“So, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?”

“Yes.”

“That prison is a tough place to be, she must’ve fussed around a lot.”

Sam shook his head, “Not one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Like I said, not one complaint.”

“To my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?”

“Objection!” Your lawyer yelled. “Irrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.”

“Sustained.”

“That concludes my questioning.”

Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.

“Sam, did this prison have any rapists?”

He nodded, “All kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.”

“Did Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?”

“Yes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.”

“And how did that interaction go?”

“Miss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.”

“And what was here response to the sexual assault?”

“Stone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction she’s ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.”

“And what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?”

“Nothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,” Sam looked over at you. “I am so sorry that there was nothing I could’ve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.”

You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.

“The main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,” Your lawyer pointed out. “As stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.”

You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing side’s evidence was all proven false.

You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.

“In the case of the State Prison vs l/n...” the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. “Miss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.”

You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.

“I’m coming home!”

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stylesberries · 4 years

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Vegan Cupcakes

Summary: You and Harry have been quarantined together and he needs space.

Genre(s): angst (happy ending)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): angsty stuff, ~foul language~

You and Harry have been quarantined together for several months now and, despite the difficulty and the severity of the situation, you as a couple are having the time of your lives.

Harry was definitely disappointed and upset about not being able to go touring with Fine Line, but the second he heard the news he thought of you.

He has been donating a lot of money and supplies for those in need of it or unemployed while you took your university classes online.

Spending most of the spring together didn’t feel as suffocating for Harry as summer did. Your classes were over and you didn’t take a summer semester, so your time fully revolved around him. Which he liked.

In the beginning.

Until you clung on him like a koala for days and made him cuddle you all the time, which he enjoyed a lot until it became a routine. Harry couldn’t even tell you how he felt because it would hurt your feelings, so he didn’t say anything at all, keeping it all to himself.

“Baby?” You call for him from the kitchen.

Harry rolls his eyes as you, once again, interrupted his flow of thoughts. He gets up from the couch he was laying on peacefully before and walks towards the kitchen, where you are standing holding up a paper so big it covers your whole face.

“Yes?” Harry asks, trying his best not to come out too rough. You placed the paper on the kitchen island in front of you to look up at Harry. You didn’t pay close attention to his annoyance; you were too busy brainstorming what proportion of flour to sugar to take for your vegan cupcakes.

“Harry, do you think I should take 1:2? Like twice as much flour? Or do you want the cupcakes to be sweeter?” Harry watched you ramble, crossing his arms, feeling ~this~ close to bursting. “Or do you think the cupcakes shouldn’t be that sweet because they’ll have sweet icing on top?” You ket throwing question after question at your fuming boyfriend, still oblivious of his irritation.

“Or maybe we should make them both mildly sweet?” Shut up.

“They will be chocolate anyway, right?” Shut up.

“Would you prefer dark chocola-”

“Y/N, shut up already! Can you stop fucking rambling? My head is going to explode from your talking.” Harry explodes, not letting you finish your question, the excited smile leaving your face.

You felt your head being squeezed from sides, pressure increasing at your temples.

“What?” You ask, hoping that you misheard him, knowing deep down that you didn’t because the Harry you knew and loved would never say such a hurtful thing.

“I said shut up. My brain is buzzing from your talking. Do whatever you fucking want.” Harry said and walked out of the kitchen before you could say something to him.

Thinking that he probably isn’t in a good mood and certainly needs space from your rambling you stay back in the kitchen and go back to your recipe with a broken heart and wet eyes. Your hands shake as you brought the paper back up to your face, failing to read any of the words and measurements through a layer of tears that were collected in your eyes.

Even when you were fighting he had never said anything so mean to you before, especially after he found out that your whole life people have been discouraging you from talking, so you closed off and spoke up only when you were directly called out for not saying anything. It took Harry a couple of months to finally get you to open up to him and talk to him without feeling guilty for it. He used to love it when you rambled on and on about things you’re passionate about. At least that’s what you thought.

You spend the next hour making the batter for your cupcakes and baking them, which only took about fifteen minutes. You felt encouraged to go up to Harry when you smelled the chocolate cupcakes fresh out of the oven.

“I’ll put a couple on a plate.” You spoke to yourself placing the freshly baked cupcakes on Harry’s favorite flower plate. “Just like that.”

Talking to yourself was a way you brushed your nervousness and anxiety away. Harry would catch you talking to your reflection millions of times, just standing and secretly watching you sometimes with a wide smile plastered on his face.

You placed the plate on the tray you brought from your trip to Italy and poured Harry some black coffee, placing it next to the warm plate. You picked the tray up and walked out of the kitchen, making sure to watch your elbows at the doorway.

Making your way towards the living room, where you expected Harry to be, you spotted no grumpy boyfriends there.

“He’s probably in the studio.” You spoke to yourself, refusing to let Harry’s bad mood discourage you.

Harry would rarely hide from you in the studio when you’re fighting, usually he would face you and solve the issue before it grows and hurts you even more, so it was unusual for him to run off there.

You brushed the thought off and watched towards the studio door. As you walked closer you could hear Harry talking to someone, but knowing that there is no one home except you two, you understood that he’s talking on the phone with someone. You stood at the door, turning to the side to place the tray on the floor, freeing your hands to turn back to the door and knock, as you didn’t want to interrupt any important calls or interviews that Harry could have with your talking.

Before your knuckles hit the door, you heard Harry’s voice.

“Man, I mean she’s always next to me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t wait for her to go back to uni for me to get some air.” Harry whines. Your heart stops before going back to beating at a higher rate, full of anxiety.

“Yeah, right! It just feels as if she’s been dreaming of being touchy-feely with someone and now that I’m finally home she can’t get herself off of me.” Harry kept stabbing your heart and laughed at something the person on the phone said.

With every word, you felt more and more empty. You started walking away from the door, bending over to take the tray with yourself not to leave any traces behind.

How could he say something like that?

I thought he loved me.

You didn’t know what you were doing. Your legs moved on their own and you just followed along, tears leaking from your eyes’ inner corners, tracing a way down to your chin. The salty trail wasn’t getting a chance to dry as new tears followed the same path as the ones before did.

When your body reached the kitchen your shaking hands placed the tray on the counter, Harry’s coffee slightly spilling on the tray.

Pain.

Never before have you thought than sadness could physically hurt so much; it hurt like a bitch.

You placed the tray on the table for Harry to find later and walked out of the kitchen to go back to your bedroom to cry in your pillow while he keeps complaining about you to his friend.

Harry came to bed in a couple of hours closer to the evening after looking for you all over the house to apologize for his rough words. When he saw you laying on your side of the bed, your knees pushed up to your chest, the duvet hardly doing its job keeping you covered and warm, he felt guilt running through his veins.

Walking up to his side, pressing a knee on the mattress first, Harry scooted over to you and pulled the duvet to cover you up. He let his arm stay on the duvet wrapping around your fragile form. He moved his upper body closer to yours, his chest pressing against your duvet-covered back.

“Baby?” Harry spoke softly, cautious not to wake you up. When no answer followed he frowned and positioned his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry about earlier, baby. I was very mean to you.” He spoke against your soft skin. “I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Harry’s apologies kept following one after another and you stayed silent, keeping your act on. You would’ve believed every word of his if only you haven’t heard him say the things he said about you to someone else.

You kept your eyes closed. Harry’s apologies subsided as he slowly fell asleep cuddled into your back. You stayed up that night, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You wished for the pain inside to leave with your tears but it stayed, eating you from inside, until sunrise when you fell asleep from the emotional exhaustion.

When you woke up, Harry was no longer lying next to you and you were thankful for it. You really hoped that he wouldn’t bring yesterday up, even though you knew he would because he never got to apologize to you awake.

Your stomach growled and you remember that you never got to have dinner the day before, falling asleep drowning in your own sadness.

You quickly got up to sneakily walk down to the kitchen, but you were disappointed to have smelled Harry’s signature chocolate waffles in the air. With your shoulders slumped in defeat you walked down the stairs towards your kitchen.

As you walked through the doorway of the kitchen you saw Harry placing the brown waffles onto serving plates and adding sliced strawberries on top. You stopped your heart from fluttering because you, unfortunately, knew more than you’d prefer to know about how your boyfriend actually feels about you.

Harry felt someone’s eyes on him and turned around to be greeted by your indifferent self. He felt his heart sink as he read the hurt from the day before engraved on the surface of your face. Harry kept fidgeting about the table trying to let you pass to sit in your place next to him and placed the plate of waffles in front of you.

“I made you your favorite, baby.” He spoke unsure of how you would react to any words that left his mouth.

You fought the desire to bite into the warm chocolate waffles that your belly was craving after crying all night long and being left hungry for so many hours and walked up to the counter to get yourself a couple of your ill-fated cupcakes.

You couldn’t see Harry’s head lowering as you dashed his hopes to make it better. Little did Harry know you weren’t upset about his outburst about the cupcakes yesterday, so a couple of waffles won’t help to glue together the ruins of your heart that he shattered.

As you bit into the cupcakes, you stood at the counter facing away from the table, Harry took no bites of his breakfast, staring at your back helplessly. Suddenly he felt small and didn’t know what to do.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Y/N. I acted like a piece of shit. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” His lips moved as his eyes watched your back for any reaction coming from you, his voice coming out soft and weak.

You stood there, your eyes glossy and your lips curving down in a frown, as you fought back the tears. Harry doesn’t have a single idea of how much pain he’s caused you and how none of these stupid apologies will ever fix the cracks that he left in your heart. You looked over your shoulder at Harry’s similar-to-yours state and hesitated whether or not to open up to him. Harry looked into your eyes with his and held a breath, hoping that you would figure things out. Your eyes broke the eye contact by looking down and speaking up.

“It’s okay.” You spoke and abandoned your plate, walking out of the kitchen, Harry’s eyes observing your every movement.

For the next couple of days, you stayed away from Harry and things were pretty cold between you. Harry would come up to you every day trying to apologize but you wouldn’t let him finish any of those times, leaving the room right away. Hurt was eating you from inside and you didn’t care what he had to say. Harry chose to sleep in the guest bedroom not to make you uncomfortable and you thanked him for it.

As time went by, you cooled down and felt better yourself. Harry gave you all the space you needed and it helped your healing process. You still hurt but you could talk to him now at least. Things went back to normal in most ways except one: you would stop yourself from expressing any kind of affection to Harry and he wouldn’t say anything but it drove him insane. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t kiss or snuggle him like you used to. You also started talking less because of your fight and Harry noticed every single change in your behavior and beat himself up for it.

“Y/N.” Harry walked into the bedroom with an i-can’t-do-this-anymore face on. Your eyes had to abandon the indulging book you were reading as Harry closed the door behind him, which meant he was determined to finally face the difficulty of the situation. Noticing the mood in the room change to a serious one, you placed the book on the bedside table and crossed your legs under the duvet, focusing all of your attention on your restless boyfriend with arms crossed.

“Mhm?” You ask, waiting for him to spit out whatever he’s been putting aside for almost two weeks.

“I’m sorry for that fight, okay? I really am, sweetheart. You haven’t been the same since then and it scares me. I didn’t mean to go off at you like that. You didn’t deserve it at all. I was exhausted and felt shitty myself and took it out on you. It’s not an excuse to yell at you and be so mean, I understand and I’m sorry, beautiful. It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, I promise. Please forgive me, Y/N.” Harry spoke so desperately, his emotions all over the place. He started gesticulating, which you knew meant that he was anxious and frustrated.

“I’m not mad at that, Harry. I forgave you.” You spoke the truth; Harry looked at you with even more frustration behind his now-glossy eyes.

“But you don’t even touch me anymore! You don’t kiss me! You don’t even want to be near-” Harry lets all of his insecurities out, oblivious to the flow of your own that you prepare to pour on him. You couldn’t sit there and listen to him accuse you of being neglectful towards him so you broke in to speak yourself.

“You don’t want me to be around you anymore! You said that yourself! You-you said-” Your voice cracks as tears build up in the corners of your eyes. It became hard to talk. “-said I’m always next to you and you need some space from me always being there.”

The tears that were collecting in your eyes were streaming down your cheeks, Harry’s glance reflecting off of them. Harry couldn't understand what you were referring to but kept listening to you.

“And you didn’t even have the guts to tell me yourself. You whined about how annoying I am to your friend, embarrassing me. It’s supposed to be something kept between us two, not discussed with your friends.” Every word stabbed his heart in same places as it did yours.

Harry’s mind went straight to the call you were talking about. He felt his intestines turn into a knot inside of him, causing him to feel nauseous. He felt like an asshole. It was fair because he was one indeed.

I hurt her.

You don’t want to be around me anymore.

Does she really think that?

You need space from me.

My baby. My angel.

What a fucking piece of shit am I to hurt my precious love like this.

You saw right through Harry’s sudden self-hatred despite the two layers of salty tears between your eyes and his.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry’s apologies filled the room, as pain continued to fill his soul.

“I hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry. It was so wrong to share something so personal with anyone except you. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I can’t live without you.” Harry’s cries became louder and louder as his regret first doubled and then tripled in size. “Your hands, your lips, your beautiful eyes - I can’t live without those things on me constantly. I was such a fool to think that I needed space from you. You’re the love of my life! I love you so fucking much. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I-” Harry's voice was cut by him having to take deep breaths to keep himself together. He placed a hand over his chest breathing in deeply.

You ripped the blanket off of yourself watching Harry closely, getting ready to sprint to his inhaler in case he needs it. Harry saw your reaction to his heavy breathing and rose his hand to gesture that he’s okay. You let out a relieved sign and scooted closer to the end of the bed where Harry stood. When he caught up with his breathing he looked down at you, moving to get on his knees in front of the bed. Harry’s hands flew up to cup your cheeks softly, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to.

“I love you so much, baby. I can’t express how sorry I am to hurt you so much. I don’t need any space from you. I can’t function properly without you on me all the time, without you wrapped in my arms.” Harry spoke and tears kept running down his face. You watched his eyes jump from one side of your face to the other, trying to absorb every single line and curve of your face.

“Fuck, I’ve missed looking at you so fucking much,” Harry speaks up, his face frowning as new tears start flowing out of his eyes. The frown on Harry’s face became more prominent as he understood the severity of the pain he had caused you.

”It’s all my fault.” Harry cries, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Harry kept apologizing the whole night and many days after, not letting you walk further than an arm length away from him. It took him a lot of effort to kick the insecurities that he birthed out of your head, but he kept proving himself to you over and over again.

He is an arrogant son of a bitch, but nonetheless he loves you more than himself.

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Hello! Can you write a fic where Shawn and Y/n were childhood friends who always had feelings for one another but never acted on it, Shawn is a werewolf and Y/n can be any supernatural being. They're mates but before they get to learn about that, that is when they're 18 or something, Y/n leaves the town for some reason after shawn and Y/n had a little fall out and basically the story is like...she comes back to town and they fic their relationship and stuff... Its a weird request I know😭😭😭 can this possibly be a story?

Your request is my command my dear anonymous..I don't see why can't it be a story...your request is beautiful. 😊😉

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Pairing- werewolf!shawn x witch!reader

Warnings-none (i got emotional while writing it )

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You were eight when you moved to a new town. It may look like an ordinary town but it wasn't. It was an ordinary town, only full of werewolves.

Like any other kid you were excited for your first day. You got up early that day brushed your teeth, used your favorite shampoo and especially no tantrums while eating your breakfast. Your father looked wide eyed at you shoving food down your throat. Well getting you to eat was his job and he was painfully aware as to how difficult that would be. But today was different.

You looked like a happy pumpkin bouncing on the streets. Your mother couldn't help smile when your father looked at her while scrunching his nose to point how adorable you looked. Your father warned you that the school here might be different from what you had earlier. You nodded your head as he walked you to the school.

Being different was not a problem but being the only one who was different might be a tricky situation. Your entire class was full of werewolves. Naturally you attracted some attention to yourself. You felt shy when their eyes dug into your soul. But there was this one guy, all smiles. He wouldn't stop smiling at you. After some time it became contagious. You couldn't help but smile too. So you decided to sit next to him.

During the break, he turned to you with a butterfly origami and put it on your table. "Hey my name is Shawn. You are going to be my best friend. Deal?" he said as he extended the butterfly to you. You chuckled as to how hard he was trying to hide his authorative nature. "Deal, my name is Y/N." you said as you took the butterfly and looked at it.

As the years went by, you grew up to be just like Shawn. When other girls were busy gossiping about others, you were interested in basketball. Most girls would wear tight fitting dresses, comfy jeans and sweatshirts were your best-friends, and only God knows how may of them would be Shawn's. That guy loved seeing you in his T-shirts.

"Would you be there?" you asked as you looked at the night sky while the both of you laid on the grass. "Have I never?" he nudged your nose, referring to your tournament that you had the next day. "No and that's why I love you." you said with ease not knowing what it meant. He looked towards your direction and smiled a bit. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. He had smooth golden skin with a well built body, with curls dangling on his forehead. His golden eyes that shun in the moonlight and a jaw line so sharp it could cut through paper. He could easily be the most attractive guy you had ever seen. You weren't the only one who found him attractive though.

Girls ogled at him when walked through the halls. But he never had eyes for any of them. He should be out there socializing with people as he was going to be a part of pack elections. "You are special" he would say every time you asked him why were you the only person in school he ever hanged out with.

On the day of the tournament, you were standing inside the court as you looked for Shawn. He was there with his girlfriend, Kate who was only busy showing him off on her instagram. "All the best! pumpkin" Shawn mouthed, "Ice cream later. Deal?" you mouthed him back. he laughed and said, "Deal."

The game began with a whistle and the ball with your team members. They passed it to you and bam! shot. The crowd roared when the ball went inside the hoop. Minute after minute hoops were being scored and your team could practically smell victory. All those months of practice came down to a penalty shot. There you stood, dribbling the ball and aimed for the hoop. Before shooting you looked at Shawn who smiled at you in reassurance. The crowd was on their heels when the ball went through the hoop. Your team members had engulfed you when the whistle blew. You looked for Shawn to tell him that the ice cream would be his treat but then you saw him.

His lips were locked with Kate's. They were kissing each other so passionately as if they were always meant to be. Then it struck you, Shawn had a mate. A person who has waited all their life for Shawn and just because you liked him, you couldn't hold on to him forever. He was not meant to be yours.

You didn't realize when you sunk in the crowd and took an exit. You plunged on your bed, just staring at your ceiling. You ignored Shawn's messages and calls as you switched off your phone.

"Honey bear? All good?" your mother asked you as she took a seat next to yours. "Yeah, mom just tired" you got up sitting on your bed. "Oh come on, tell me." she enquired as she caressed your head.

"Mom--" you trailed off as she stopped you mid-sentence. "Shawn kissed a girl?" your mother asked with astonishment. "How did you know?" you questioned back, wide eyed.

"I am a witch Y/N." she said uninterestingly. You talked to your mother about the entire incident and your feelings towards Shawn. Your mother smiled and told you that maybe you should take a break.

"Take a break?" you squealed. "Y/N you are 17, you have to train how to control your powers. What if you just put a curse on someone or what if you start hearing people's thoughts? That can be very disturbing trust me." your mother explained. You were shocked but this seemed to be a perfect idea to get away from these things, to think where you stood with Shawn, to get things back to normal.

Your family helped you pack your stuff and you still hadn't talked to Shawn. You were gonna go for a year, complete you high school online and Shawn should know this but you knew you wouldn't be able to leave after you meet him. So you decided to leave just like that. You clutched your hoody, Shawn's hoody as you passed through his house. All those ice cream treats, treks, knowing each other's breakfast order by heart, all those origami pieces Shawn made for you that you had kept safely in a box under your bed they had to mean something. They meant a lot to you and you had to know if they meant to him as well.

Shawn was worried. you hadn't talked to him for three days. He decided to talk to you in school but when he saw your mother emptying your belongings in a bag, he rushed to ask her what was going on.

Before he could even begin your mother said, "You should have told her Shawn." she turned to face him. "Mrs. L/N if this is about the kiss-" "you should have told her you both are mates." she stopped Shawn while he was speaking. "Where is she?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "She left for her training. You wouldn't be seeing each other for a year" you mother explained. It was very painful for her to watch the evergreen smile which adorned Shawn's face disappear.

Although he was confident you would come back to him. After all you were mates for a reason. He dated girls in school just to stop malicious rumors about him and he didn't like how girls threw themselves in front of him. So he dated girls just for a distraction. It was going to be a hell of a year. Little did he know it was going to be even worse of you.

You practiced during the day endlessly. Spent your days in the library. But it wasn't the day that was trouble. Ever since you had left Shawn's embrace your peaceful nights were replaced by visions. Visions full of memories that weren't even yours. Memories of Shawn, how would it be to have him in your life forever. They were dreams in some sort of way but it hurt too much, imagining something to be yours when you knew that something, someone wasn't supposed to be.

A year passed away dreadfully. Every day it was Shawn in your head and half way across the town you were in his. When you saw your mother after an year, you hid yourself in her embrace. She brushed her hand through your hair, which had grown longer. Funny how the time had passed getting the feminine side of yours. What freaked you out was looked exactly like the person in your visions.

The town looked exactly the same as if you had travelled back in time. You opened the car's window to breathe in the delicate fragrance of wet grass and you sensed him. His earthy smell, his warm embrace. You breathed in the familiar smell as you stepped down the car. One year of feelings, tears that you had held back in you gave up and wet your pink tinted cheeks. You started following the smell and you knew exactly where it headed, to the lawn where Shawn and you spent your evenings together. Could you ever forget it? No because you loved him with all your heart.

Then you saw him. It was like your vision had come alive. His hair grew longer which rustled as the wind blew. The moment he caught your scent he turned to you and the next moment you were running towards him. He held you as if you would disappear the next moment if he didn't.

"Y/N I am sor--" he said and you cut him off. "Shh, Don't say anything." you whispered through your tears. you loved the man who was always there for you. All this time when you thought it was just a crush it wasn't. You were ready to tell him you lo--

"I love you" he suddenly said making you flinch. "You were going to say that weren't you?" he smiled as he brushed his hands through your hair. "How did you?" you gawked at him. He nudged your nose as he said, "You are my mate Y/N. I have known this since the moment I saw you. I have been having visions of you since. I love you and I always have and always will and nothing, no one can change that. " he whispered as he reached the end of his sentence.

He kissed you as he cupped his cheeks. The moment his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and saw a little girl playing in Shawn's arms. Shawn saw it too and the tears that shun like diamonds flew down his cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks. That's when you knew they weren't just memories they were visions of your future together that you would share. You looked at him filled your heart with his embrace.

"You still owe me that ice cream treat." you chuckled as you coiled your arms around his waist.

"Deal" he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

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A/N: Oh what a beautiful request . You guys are so creative with your plots, it just makes me so happy. there are a lot of werewolf fics which are similar to this plot but this request bars was new in its own way. Thank you for letting me write this and i hope my dear anonymous finds this fic satisfying.

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