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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him?

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg harry #litg genevieve #litg bill #litg seb #litg mc #litg oc #litg moodboard #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #yes I’m still doing these and it’s kinda challenging but at the same time not?

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crowsent · 3 years

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Here's your daily reminder to drink some water ❤️❤️❤️ ((im pretty sure that cannibalism anon is talking about your 'I'd jump into a pond for a heart I haven't had one in so long' post. also,, what's your opinion on liver? does it taste like bile flavoured slime or something else??))

that. that makes sense actually. fair enough. i WILL stand by that statement tho bc tbh i really would jump into a goddamn lake for a fresh heart. i still cant find any. i am sad.

i wont say no to some liver tho, esp the fresh ones. but i cant really describe the taste to you bc if you havent eaten liver then you wont really know what they taste like. liver has a very distinctive flavour. theres a small hint of bitterness but not that much. you can lessen that bitter flavour if you pair it with some herbs and spices or sauce or dunk it in milk etc etc. bitter is fine by me so i dont bother. i like my livers from fully grown adults bc those are larger and have the strongest flavour.

personally, i like my livers the same way i like my hearts. bloody. but they taste so good in “actual” recipes that i almost never get the chance to do that. liver is soooooo versatile you can:

sautee them with butter, garlic, mushrooms and vegetables

chuck them in a stew with kidneys and several pints of blood

cut them up and use them in pasta and other such dishes

use them as meat in your sandwiches

batter fry them with some gravy on the side

serve them with salad

DESSERT. i like liver in my desserts its so good

and im gonna stop here bc 1) im getting hungry and 2) im not even halfway down my recipe list.

liver is more versatile than hearts and definitely my second fav organ to eat. so good

you made me hungry darling

i ran out of livers two days ago so ill log off for now and go find some

🙂

#i normally dont give a shit about what i eat but #i am very.#passionate #about organs #praying that i find a good heart but ill settle for some liver tonight #salt loves daily water anon #crowsas answers

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nooratheking · 4 years

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Ok here is the story of njamh

T W

abuse and hate

Njamh is a chiled(didn't deaced the age yet so help me)her mother passed away from the pluge but the story go's Aisha(njamhs mom)and jasm(her big brother )left ther town bc of her dad they divorced it's bc her dad wanted boys only the resoun du that ther is a curs on the family that mad one of the girls of the family have demon in them but they also have hafe heart of the forst so when najmh was born her mother didn't think it was her but her dad know so he said he didn't want her he said if you stell want to be my wife and live rich and all then kill this monster she said so he demand divorce so on the bout ther they were on the bout to vesui when they were ther they didn't have alout of money not much money to live so sometime ther mom wod eat only a pit and sometime not she loust her helathy badly that she coudnt work but jasm wod stell some time najmh was too young to know but she undrastnd so when she was waking with her friend(ayah p s keep in mind she have a crush on her >:^3)she saw a post about needing help in the place she saw it had a price not that good but she needed it she helped as a maid and a helper to the doctors like if they needed ink she bring some food she bring etc one time her brother tolled her to go to a near by shop to stell some money from she didn't want to but she noded so when she was ther the whit hiraed magicn (asra)asked what she needed she said she wanted some water he smile and gon up when he wasn't looking she went to the money place and looked it she got for a sec she forget what she was doing bc of a book it looked big thicc and it seem to have alout of storys she wanted it but she know she had to take the money so when she was about to take it a snake slpied from under a sock and she yelled "STELL ,THIFF"etc she was shaking and about to cry the magicn cam runing and saw the girl crying and shaking next to the money and looked at her he didn't scarem nor did he tolled her to fuck off he asked her why "m-my mom us sick and we don't have food kind sir a-and my brother tolled me too but I sewer sir I didn't mean no harm or to hurt you...im sorry sir so sorry"he looked at her and tolled she can help hem with the shop as ling as she don't stell ayah took the place and najmh tok the shop until the plug cam the magicn cam to the place and tok he's "helper" in that time najmh cam to work in her place in the place to help doctors and she saw a familr face she saw julina a man who was on the bout she remembered hem after all thos years he asked her how she is and if she is good and all they began to become closer until one day she saw someone she loved someone that only understood her protected her loved her and the person that mad her feel loved and brieded her hira and kissed her.....her mom Aisha she saw her eyes red as blood and skinny as her but worst she then begin to make sure she last ever minute with her and all until that day cam when she passed away julina tolled njamh not to toche her but she kissed her forhead and got the pluge after days and days befor her time she asked julina if he can tell her a story like her mother did she had her doll(mari)that had her mother soul and she was holding it she was tired not alright he tolled her to hold on he know someone to help so he bought asra and he start telling red riding hood and when she closed her eyes she had a new hafe heart when she waked up she went to her brother hous wher all the hate and abuse happened tw

LAST T W GUYS

He start hateing her for ever thing no matter how good she cook he stell hates her even if she early from the shop he beats her and all sometime when he is drunk he was abuse her so bad telling her how ungrateful she is and that mom and have ben alive with out her and sometimes when he's friends are around they wod go to her room and do something so bad to her until one day when she and ayah was in the forst a man all bloody and all panting and trying to protect some kind of a deer that wher it's all started

#thearcana #najmh #muriel #asra #jaulin #backstory

One of najs besties

#the arcana child #najmh najip al hamed #najmh #the arcane mc #the arcane game #the arcana #the arcane apprentice

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whitedress · 4 years

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tagged by the sweetest @nweromantics

50 questions you’ve never been asked

what is the colour of your hairbrush? teal

a food you never eat? hot dogs, deep fried foods

are you typically too warm or too cold? ummm too cold??

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? doing a quick workout lmao

what is your favorite candy bar? Twix and kit kats

have you ever been to a professional sports event? does college sport event count lmao

what is the last thing you said out loud? bye

what is your favourite ice cream? vanilla and caramel

what was the last thing you had to drink? water with lemon

do you like your wallet? i don’t have one yet but i was going to get a kate spade wallet but i kind of forgot ugh

what was the last thing you ate? honeydew melon

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

the last sporting event you watched? msu vs uni womens tennis

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? butter and salt or cheese

who is the last person you sent a text message to? kaley!!

ever go camping? nooo

do you take vitamins? kind of?? idk

do you go to church every sunday? nope

do you have a tan? yep

do you prefer chinese food or pizza? UGH BOTH can’t choose, can’t betray my chinese self lmao

do you drink your soda with a straw? no i don’t drink soda lmao

what colour socks do you usually wear? something with white

do you ever drive above the speed limit? don’t drive yet!

what terrifies you? death :\

look to your left, what do you see? my bed

what chore do you hate? cleaning dishes

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? MATE

what’s your favorite soda? uhhh sprite?

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I don’t really eat fast food, but when I eat it’s usually drive thru.

who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

favorite cut of beef? any of the soft parts lmao

last song you listened to? sweeter than fiction by your fav

last book you read? oof ender’s game for school lmao

favorite day of the week? ... don’t have one

can you say the alphabet backwards? nope too hard for me

how do you like your coffee? no sweeteners, coconut creamer, almond milk.

favorite pair of shoes? i have like three pairs of shoes lmao... don’t have one.

at what time do you normally go to bed? 11-12

at what time do you normally get up? 7am

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

how many blankets are on your bed? one but it’s mainly used as a throw

describe your kitchen plates. lmao. simple, all different kinds. kind of random

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? no i don’t drink i’m 15

do you play cards? uhhh does uno count

what color is your car? i don’t have a car but my parents’ cars are white

can you change a tire? no

what is your favorite province? assuming state, california and new york

favorite job you’ve ever had? never had one

how did you get your biggest scar? ok so i was playing tennis and my mom but the hoppers (the tennis ball picker uppers) BEHIND ME and so i went back to hit a ball and I FELL ON THEM SDLKFJSDLJF and both of my knees were like super bad and bloody for two months and now there are two super noticeable scars on my legs..... :(((

what did you do today that made someone else happy? lkasjdfkjad idk you tell me

tagging @bestoftimes @purpleswift @iwishwecouldgoback @queerneliastreet @ccrnelia if you want!! and anyone else that wants to do this!

#tag games #this was fun

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nightwingswing · 6 years

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“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil’ wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

Villains need some love too!

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger @wonderlace19 @algentforthewin @electra-writes33

If you wanna be tagged in this or in any of my imagines message me anytime!

(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

I hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!

Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend, she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling" his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital. He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby’s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

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Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored, hard as she coughs, blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty. The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

Bang……

BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

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That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you, Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy, in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched. It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings, slightly broken in her knees. An old black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting. She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?” your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed “i won't call the police either “ she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you, you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of Insectivorous Plants closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

●●●●●●●☆●●●●●●●

Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

“god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

(Hope you all enjoyed! Please tell me your thoughts!)

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katzuyas · 6 years

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I’ve been tagged in so many things over the past couple of weeks that I honestly don’t even have much more bookmark space left in my browser RIP so I finally decided to do all of it at once, hence the title and the rest of this longass post under the cut

bc there’s a lot of the tag games down there and tagging a million people would be annoying, I’m gonna tag 10 of you to grab a dice and roll it to figure out which meme you’re tagged for ^u^)b if you roll the same number twice, count that meme as the start from which to count and roll again! I hope you like this idea, but it’s only a suggestion so feel free to do whatever you want tbh?

@sweet-vitya, @gabzjones, @and-then-yoi-happened, @etherealalchemist, @joeys-piano, @quadruplyyours, @yuliaplisetskaya, @dreaming-fireflies, @teekettle, @iwritebetterthanispeak, @chessala

enjoy, if you want! 💕💕

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you for the tag!!

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.

1. Name: kat

2. Nicknames: same tbh

3. Height: 170cm

4. Orientation: who knows who cares (it’s pan)

5. Nationality: polish

6. Favorite fruit: mango, cherries, I love watermelon too but the seeds piss me off too much to fully enjoy it

7. Favorite season: anything that doesn’t make me sweat off my skin but isn’t also freezing my toes is more than fine with me ^u^)b

8. Favorite plant: I don’t think I have any favs here

9. Favorite scent: I have this yankee candle ‘sweet candies’ and I can just DIE wrapped in that scent holy sheet (when it comes to perfume tho I’m a sucker for the original chloe, but I also love calvin klein’s euphoria bc it’s just Fresh)

10. Favorite color: any pastel really

11. Favorite animal: MY SWEET PUPPER HINA (so yes, dogs)

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee sometimes, TEA AND GREEN TEA AND VANILLA CHAI!!!!!!, hot chocolate is a nope

13. Average sleep hours: I always try for 8h bc otherwise I’m a zombie, but it doesn’t always work out so... I’m a part-time zombie anyway lmao

14. Dog or cat person: ISN’T THE PIC PROOF ENOUGH THAT I LOVE MY FURRY DOGGO SON

15. Favorite fictional character: victor nikiforov. that’s it. that’s all. we can all go home now

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 + a duvet bc I like being cosy

17. Dream trip: japan, always. but another one would be a trip to the harry potter universal store or the noble collection store I guess

18. Blog created: who even remembers this pffff (somewhen in august 2011 I think)

19. Number of followers: I’m just gonna say it’s a four number figure ;3c

20. Random fact: I’m currently rewatching lord of the rings and procrastinating writing so YES I’M A NERD AND A BAD PERSON AHAHA //sweats

tagged by @story-kat -- thanks love, I actually really like these so it was great fun to do 💕

Rules: using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people

artist/band: one ok rock

what is your gender: stuck in the middle

how do you feel: jaded

if you could go anywhere: start again

favorite mode of transportation: mighty long fall

your best friend: wherever you are

favorite time of day: taking off

if your life was a tv show: liar

relationship status: hard to love

your fear: bombs away

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks again!! ahaha I feel like I’ll be saying this a lot today, but you spoil me /)u(\

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Relationship status: taken ;3c

Favorite color: any pastels, really

Last song I listened to: still the lord of the rings ost

Last movie I watched: lord of the rings lol two towers ^u^)b

Top 3 tv shows: game of thrones (bc I love my fantasy shit), rein (bc I love my history shit), and american housewife (bc I love laughing and this show is Hilarious with the capital H)

Top 3 characters: victor nikiforov bc I adore him, hinata shouyou bc he’s my sunshine son and I gotta mention miyuki kazuya bc his smirks still keep me awake at night 😍😍😍

What I’m currently reading: honestly? my own writes bc I have no time for anything other than editing orz

tagged by @themayflynans and @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you both!! 💕

A - Age: 26

B - Birthplace: poland

C - Current time: 11:50am

D - Drink you last had: just some coke

E - Easiest person to talk to: nowadays it’s gotta be @saniika and @and-then-yoi-happened bc I know I can be as salty and upset as I feel when I talk to them and that it’s alright to just let it all out which is something I wish for everyone to have 💕

F - Favourite song: don’t have one tbh

G - Grossest memory: back in elementary school my class was in warsaw to see the big zoo there and one of the chimpanzees just projectile shat all over our teacher and it was simultaneously the most awesome and the fucking WORST bc she smelled like shit the whole trip back home ugh

H - Horror yes or horror no: depends on what kind of horror but generally? meh

I - In love?: no idea tbh but definitely comfortable in my relationship

J - Jealous of people?: you’ve no idea. jelly and bitter.

L - Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: walk by and actually tell me you’re interested bc I’m a blind pan who is easily confused

M - Middle name: magdalena ;3c

N - Number of siblings: 0

O - One wish: Been keeping Salty’s answers here - yes, to learn to love myself.

P - Person you called last: my mom lol she’s the only one I call, really

Q - Question you are always asked: "so when will you start looking for a job?”

R - Reason to smile: VICTUURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S - Song you sang last: oh man I don’t even remember, I don’t really sing out loud

T - Time you woke up: these days? 6:30am

U - Underwear colour: sea green-blue, turquoise?

V - Vacation destination: I’m going to japan next year to see ice adolescence even if it kills me

W - Worst habit: biting the inside of my cheeks bloody

X - X-rays: my hand when I had a small accident playing badminton, my jaw for my braces

Y - Your favourite food: PIZZA HELLO

Z - Zodiac sign: gemini ;3c

tagged by @theexitgarden and @endlesscloudsoftime, bless you both and thank you for thinking of the old me 💕

1st RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better:

we’ll be skipping this one bc of reasons //sweats

2nd RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo -I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory- I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concert

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

tagged by @story-kat and @endlesscloudsoftime (astea m’dude ur tagging me in everything and I love you for it)

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SONG(S) TO SING?

I will most often hum or mouth lyrics when I’m writing and my brain gets distracted so it usually is some sort of acoustic cover of a rather popular song, like despacito? lol WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT?

I don’t have one tbh FAVOURITE COLOURS?

anything pastel!! WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE?

I don’t anymore but it used to be some random squigglies??

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA?

2.5 teaspoon of sugar into both + 1/4 milk/cream into the coffee and 1/4 cold water into the tea FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT?

SWEET CANDIES FROM YANKEE CANDLE. BURY ME IN THIS. SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

sunrise bc I don’t even see sunsets anymore (I’m asleep then lol) WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?

the original chloe is what I like most but I would die for dior’s j’adore, it’s so nice 😍😍😍 in the summer I’m wearing masaki’s fluo tho bc it’s sweet and summery

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE?

butt wiggling? maybe? idk man I never really thought about it? lol FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“Because people don’t have wings, we look for other ways to fly.” -- somehow this one always sticks with me bc it’s so beautiful and vivid that you’d never say it’s from a japanese cartoon lmao

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)?

sleeping, kicking back and watching some dumb movie that won’t make me think of anything but how dumb it is

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS?

both? I like fuzzy socks in winter but in summer I go barefoot but sometimes u gotta have something between your skin and the floor so = slippers WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?

brown

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS?

I don’t honestly care but blue eyes when they’re very light creep me out somehow FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY?

don’t have one but as long as it’s not too hot or too cold I’m good NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES?

depends on what you want to achieve? neck kisses will have me melting, cheek kisses smile and nose kisses giggle and possibly blush so YEA THERE’S THAT

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE?

it’s my room. that’s it. this is my happy place

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG?

ANY DOGGO IS A GOOD DOGGO AS LONG AS IT’S NOT THOSE SMOL ONES WHO BITE UR ANKLES FOR NO REASON DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED?

idk, I mean yes I’d like to be married one day but I’m not really in any hurry to get there? CURSIVE OR PRINT?

I don’t honestly care

FAVOURITE WEATHER?

cloudy but not too cold

tagged by @story-kat, thanks for the tag babe!!

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold (BOTH! BOTH IS GOOD)

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macaroons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks for this omg I actually wanted to do this one!! 💕💕

THE AO3 TAG GAME:

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

869 938! holy sheet I’m so close to 1mil???? wowowow o.O

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

I try to write every day, but these days (with renovations going on and my sleeping schedule all fucked up) it’s really hard to find the time and focus to do it orz

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

I actually do! or I did when I was still regularly writing lol it was something like this: cracking open an energy drink, lighting up my fav scented candle, booting up itunes and my writing playlist and generally just spending 5-6h just writing 💕

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

kinks: pet play, public or semi-public play, voyeurism, doggy style, also actually BOTTOM VITYA,

tropes: reverse au, time travel, famous aus,

pairing: victuuri. no seconds. we die like man and only stan one (1) gay ship

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

I don’t necessarily have an absolute fav but a fic that I still remember fondly and am beyond sad that got little to no attention is: if there’s a will, there’s a way bc I worked my ass off for it and I love every bit of it so? give it a read if you want to?

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

dazzle me with gold which will be getting an update this weekend ;3c

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

recently? everything. I’m just broken and idk how to fix it bc I can’t even find a good moment to try so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

how sweet and soft everything is when I’m in a good mood bc victuuri deserves this kind of love and I’m so happy writing it for them 🙏🙏🙏

tagged by @amaanogawa, thanks so much ems!!!

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

one actual wip and like... 5 more that just sit and wait their turn? //sweats

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

rip that’s all I write too... tbh I used to write original fiction before but I find myself much less constricted by fanfic? I can explore the characters here more than I can in original fiction where worldbuilding takes most effort

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

oh definitely paper! if I could I’d buy printed out fanfic too!

4) When did you start writing?

I was about 12 I think? it all started with harry potter, like everything else has, and I regret not a second of it!

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

sometimes when i get very excited about what i’m writing i’ll tell my fandom friends about the specific AU that i’m writing about but in terms of reading the full length fic, i don’t have anyone that i let read before anyone else. it’ll be on ao3 for everyone at the same time.

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

my desk, my pc. I can write on my phone but I like to edit as I go and it’s hard to do on the phone.

7) Favourite childhood book?

do I even need to say it? harry potter

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

for fun, but with the aim of possible future publication maybe?

9) Pen and paper or computer?

always computer. i have only recently begun writing fics on my phone because i’ve been traveling a lot and i don’t always have my laptop on my person, but it’s still much more comfortable to sit down and type on a proper keyboard.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

at my uni, yes. and it completely sucked bc they didn’t teach anything, just had us write random shit for 3 years so eh

11) What inspires you to write?

everything? like, any random thing or thought I’m instantly trying to weave into my writing, turn it into a prompt. every new experience is just a basis for me to write on.

but if you’re asking WHY I write: I don’t even know, I’ve never thought about it? it’s kind of like asking why I breathe ahaha I just do? it’s a part of me? idk man idk

tagged by @themayflynans, thanks for this love!!

7/7/7 tag

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

oh wow ok this is a difficult one bc I don’t think I even have a wip 7 pages long //sweats let me see... aha, okay, I found one! from back in march when I asked people to send me over some numbers for one of those writing memes and @theexitgarden I believe (??) sent me the prompt “I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you” for victuuri and I kind of got a blind!victor au from it?? wELP here’s the fragment of it:

His music is vibrant in a way that he couldn't play on his piano alone and the clap of the blades that he can hear from the speakers of his TV makes him only more certain – this boy, Yuuri Katsuki, is skating to the sound of Victor's soul as if it's his own.

He never notices the tears that well up in his eyes until they roll down his cheeks and Makkachin presses against his side, whimpering in concern. Victor runs a trembling hand through her soft fur and takes a deep breath. And then, he decides.

"Yasha," he says when his former coach, his father in all but blood picks up Victor’s call. "I want to do this."

And he does it.

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime again, boy you spoil me ahaha

1. Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?

I have no idea tbh bc even the characters I don’t like wouldn’t be exactly boring, so??? I honestly don’t know

2. What problem or situation did TV / movies make you think would be common, but when you grew up you found out it wasn’t? (i’m lowkey taking a jab at hsm because thanks Disney for making me think high school would be awesome)

hooking up with people ALL THE TIME when you’re in your 20s bc wtf what a bold-faced lie omg

3. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

"how many times can kat click her tongue at random strangers who piss her off by breathing the same air?” and a manip of all the eyerolls I do bc let me tell you... THERE’S A LOT

4. What does “infinite” mean to you?

my love for victor nikiforov

5. If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the soundtrack?

definitely lots of acoustic vibes and harry potter tunes and I can bet your ass that I’d have the yeah yeah yeah ost from yoi bc it’s such a banger and I LOVE IT but also dramatic classical violin and piano bc they pull on my heart and I am weak

6. What item would be your top choice to make into a horcrux?

honestly? my phone probably. I don’t necessarily have other things close to me that I’d use with enough heart to be of any significance to me

7. Who would play you in a movie about your life?

??? no idea lol I’d love for it to be katherine mcnamara bc 1) we share names, 2) her red hair is gorgeous and I’m a redhead, 3) SHE is gorgeous and I’d love to be portrayed by someone that hot 😍😍😍

8. Most relatable scene from any book/movie/anime/etc.?

yuuri’s little gasp when he first saw victor skating bc HARD SAME MY SWEET SON HARD SAME

9. If you were shrunk down and somehow got stuck in a blender, how would you get out?

I’d jump from side to side of it to try and rock it a bit and see if I can flip it over and get out that way? idk man what is this question lol

10. Would you count manga as a piece of literature? Why or why not?

ofc I would? honestly, some manga have even better storylines than written fiction why WOULDN’T it be counted as a piece of literature

11. compliment yourself. (joey, you’re just to freaking good to at making up questions).

oh man... //sweats umm??? good job me on not breaking down yet bc the renovations keep being awful and you’re handling it well?? maybe lol

tagged by @theexitgarden, thanks love, once more!

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

Three Fandoms:

Yuri!!! on Ice

Ace of Diamond

Haikyuu!!

The First Character You Loved:

victor. he’s voiced by suwajun, do I really need to say more?

miyuki!! gosh I do love my asshole sons snarky and mean

hinata bc he’s a ray of sunshine and I even named my doggo after him 💕

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

I gotta copy you garden bc chris took me by surprise too! my love for him started from that little sad look he gave us in the kiss and cry and it blossomed beautifully over time ahhh

sanada omg?? he is literally baseball kuroo so I was not expecting it but I fully embraced it lmao

iwaizumi bc I’m not one to like the mothering types but he’s??? actually so kind and sweet under all that harsh Manly facade it’s so cute

The Character You Relate To The Most:

victor, I’d say, or so I like to think

honestly? miyuki. just look at my url lol

oikawa, probably...

The Character You’d Slap:

I wouldn’t actually, but yurio deserves a good kick on the butt

um??? kataoka? bc TF U MEAN U DON’T KNOW WHO THE ACE SHOULD BE WE KNEW IT FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER YOU DUMBASS

early tsukki bc he’s could use it tbqh

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

victor, yuuri, chris

miyuki, eijun, mei

hinata, kuroo, oikawa

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

no one like that in yoi tbh, my love is only growing

kataoka lol

umm???? idk

A Character You Didn’t Like At First But Do Now:

seung-gil, I’d say. he grew on me lol

raichi, I guess??

to say tsukki, I’d have to actually like him now but it’s more difficult than that bc I didn’t like him at first but now can tolerate him so?? does it count?

Three OTPs:

victuuri, phichimetti, and the third would be very problematic bc I honestly don’t ship anything else in yoi?

miyusawa, chrisawa, sanasawa

KUROHINA YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, oihina, bokuhina

tagged by @sleep-furiously, thanks for the tag, love!!

post five facts about myself ❤

I have a sweet doggo who is the light of my life 💕

I write good shit sometimes

I believe I have good taste

I’m a snark machine when certain buttons are pressed

patience levels run at 0%

wow ok this was A LOT to go through and it took me like 3h to do this holy sheet but at least I had fun and now I have my firefox bookmark free so that’s awesome ahhh!! thanks so much again to everyone for the tags, you guys are amazing and I’m lucky to have you 💕💕💕💕

#tag game #I actually love this banner??#it's a quick one but I love it #I'm a pastel bunny at heart who knew #but BOY IS THERE A LOT OF ANSWERS UNDER THE CUT #HOOOOLY SHEET #I'm beat #but it was fun ngl #thank you for the tags!!

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lighbrl · 6 years

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first time i got tagged in something wow ok um hi lets be friends???

anyway

relationship status: single lady yep yep

fav colors: ???? purple black red pink so many pretty colors that one mustard yellow thats zuper popular

lipstick or chapstick: like...both are nice? lipgloss tho bruh is the best its shiny but so's lipstick. so lipstick thats the final answer.

fav food: cheese pizza apparently in russia pizza has one flavor so i mma clarify. cheese pizza is god. cheese pizza is

song stuck in my head: confident demi lovato its my current angry song

last movie i watched: crazy rich asians altho its uncommon for me to watch movies in the theatres...friend had discount so...!

top 3 tv shows: ah fuck uh: ATLA, Star Trek (TNG/DS9), Attack on Titan

current book reading: conspiracy audiobook by Lindsay buroker (does anyone actually know about this bc hmu its f*cking litty and i would f*ck the entire cast 😆)

last thing i googled; my address uh

time: 7:49 am

blankets: lots its summer and airconditioning is TOO MUCH HERE UG!

dream trip: see friends far away idk im also interested in going to japan

anything you want: to get married ? having someone around always would be so nice???

ALSO MONEY MONEY

age: inconsequential but 19

birthplace: you want my social sec # too? usa boiii

last drink i had: strawberry milk

easiest person to talk to: friends

favorite song: uhmmmm sweet dreams

grossest memory: yikes uh eating pasta (with red sauce) after learning about bloody tapeworms good times in grade school

hoggywarts house: fuckin gryff im a disaster

in love? once, not now

jealous of people? friend jealous hella

killed someone? 😉

love at first sight or walk by again: nyeh i dunno skip

middle name: lan

siblings: нет

one wish: infinate money, realistically? lots of friends who understand my...questionable personality and humor. A home, kids, a loving partner. a job that lets me travel.

wait thats more than

person last called: someone in my russian class

questions you're asked the most: are you ok??

reasons to smile: attention!!! writing, fun fandom stuff. comfortable clothes good food i could go on...

song you last sang: dancing queen

time i woke up; the time between my awakening and checking the time are...disperate. but ~7:30 when i checked the time.

underwear color: black with white stripe

vacay destination: hell i want to meet everyone there before death... joking. jokes. austria sounds cool.

sign: a very accurate cancer

worst habit: having a large ego and rambling about myself stream of consiousness style.

i tag: @forlornmelody @bronzeagelove @blazenight-it @lotusflame14 @ishouldbepunk

#me #tag tag taggg

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ynajun · 6 years

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abc tag! ♡

tagged by: @caixukunkun ♡ thank you!!

rules: answer the questions in a new post + tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better

a)ge: 19

b)irthplace: washington dc

c)urrent time: 10:31 pm

d)rink you last had: strawberry watermelon seltzer

e)asiest person to talk to: my sister + best friends

f)av song: o shit i have so many but to name a few,,, house of cards (bts), for you (3racha), 2! 3! (bts), and glow (stray kids) <33

g)rossest memory: when i was in second grade we had those beds that you could lift up and store things under it, and my siblings and i would often open it and climb on top to play on it. this one time i was standing on the side, with my foot at the edge of the bed while it was open, and my sister went on top of it and the top came down and landed on my foot,,, and half of my big toenail came off and it was like hella bloody and gross and i had to bandage it up for like Months until it grew back,,,,,,,,,,, rip

h)ogwarts house: ravenclaw!

i)n love: with aj i didnt say anything

j)ealous of people: not often :oo but if i do it’s usually if said person is really social or good at interacting with others,, bc i am So Awkward it pains me

k)illed someone: what

l)ove at first sight or walk by again: i can acknowledge if i find someone attractive upon first sight but it takes a while of getting to know them to really fall for them :’))

m)iddle name: rebecca

n)umber of siblings: 2; younger sister (16) + younger brother (13)

o)ne wish: nyu pls let me graduate

p)erson you last called: mom

q)uestion you ask most: (to my parents, if i’m planning on going out) do we have anything to do today?

r)eason to smile: stray kids :’)

s)ong you last sang: 3racha’s placebo <33

t)ime you woke up: 8:15am bc i had to go to work rip

u)nderwear colour: grey

v)acation destination: pls let me move back to taipei i don’t need to travel just bring me back and let me go to tbc again thank u

w)orst habit: cracking my knuckles (my mom gets so mad at me for doing it for some reason jfkldjlakf)

x)-rays: i guess i took like?? mouth x-rays?? bc i needed them for making my invisalign trays

y)our fav food: UM FUCK I HAVE A LOT TOO but some of my faves are stinky tofu, 小籠包 (soup dumplings, except nothing can top din tai fung sorry), shao bing you tiao + soy milk, 蚵仔麵線 + 大腸 (i googled it to look for the english trans and it says?? oyster vermicelli + pig intestines which sounds very odd to me but i guess that’s right), and acai bowls (this was a result of moving to california)

z)odiac sign: scorpio

tagging: @princeruibin @tanqram @jarpark @qinfour @chaeunwoo @strgaykids<3

#tag post #me a full trashbag

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moonfireshadow · 6 years

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secret witch coming to you live! can you give me a little about me? I want to make sure my box is perfect! I want to include things witchy as well as small mundane things you like, if that makes sense? I'm planning to go to Michael's tomorrow so I can go buy some paper to make your box really cute on the inside~ but I can't think of a theme just yet.

Oh, sorry for the late reply! I was having a bit of a rough day and couldn’t really bring myself to answer this just yet.

So! A quick about me! (I kinda suck at these, sorry 😅) So, I’m an 18 year old cis-lesbian and my favourite genras of most things are horror/mystery/supernatural. Like, not the bloody sorta Friday the 13th shit for horror, I can’t stand gore or overly done sadism. I like stories that make you try and think along with the characters to figure out what’s going on, and this usually has a supernatural element to it. Also I’m really into podcasts, my fav being The Magnus Archives, Archive 81, and anything done by the McElroy Brothers (specifically The Adventure Zone, and My Brother, My Brother, and me.) Some of my favourite stuff is self care things. Face masks, bath salts, bath bombs, anything that smells nice or I can use while in the bath just makes my day. Uhm, I love poetry (okay, but not Milk and Honey, I can rant about that book later and why I personally don’t like it, but I’ll save that for another post), I’m trying to get into painting, I adore music. I really really really love antiques. Like, I can go on this whole rant about why, but to simply put, there is something enchanting to me about things that have a story behind them, one that I will probably never know for sure. Things with a deeply embedded energy that can tell you a story if you have the patience to unravel it. Uhm, this is all kind broad so I’m not too sure if it helps? If you need anything more specific let me know! Good luck and have a great day hun!

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vanchlo · 7 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty One, “Give and Get”

Hola, I hope that you all are doing great and that life is treating you well! How are you guys liking Niall’s new album?! From what I’ve heard of it, I’m really liking it! What are your fav songs off it? I’m sooo glad lots of shows are coming back for the Fall! I’ve been loving HTGAWM, Riverdale, SPN and lots of others! Also, I just wanted to say if there’s anything I can improve on regarding this story and writing, please let me know! I know that there are some parts I need to rewrite because they’re confusing and that the timeline is a little weird, my apologies. I hope you guys are enjoying the story and that it’s not boring, and that it is progressing.... I’m trying to be more detailed and make some things clearer so I hope things aren’t too bad. Let me know what you think! Well, I’ll keep this little message short and let you get to the story :) This is a pretty juicy chapter if I do say so myself ;) PLEASE PLEASE let me know what you guys think, I’m sooo curious to hear your reactions especially to this chapter! Enjoy! c:

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I know that he doesn’t believe me.

“Yer not a good liar, ya know that?” he answers, lifting his eyebrows ever so slightly. I nod softly, looking around awkwardly without an idea of what to do, or say. “Did sumbody do this t’ you?” Harry continues, taking another step when there aren’t many left. I inhale nervously when the pad of his thumb softly brushes over the healing cut at the edge of my scalp that I couldn’t as easily hide the scab and bruises of this morning.

I can’t meet his eyes. I can’t. Because if I do, I’m afraid all of the words pent up inside of me that wish to free his ears with the truth will all come rushing out. No matter how much I try to stop them. And that the crazy beating of my heart will make them go all over the place, just like his touch has done to me. A gentle ‘heeey’ drops from his lips, making me look up at him and into his soft caring eyes that belong to the real Harry. My Harry. With courage bubbling up inside of me, my lips begin to part when a loud voice cuts in.

Angry wet raindrops fall on my shoulders, piercing through my sweater and shooting ice into my veins. I wrap the thin piece of clothing around me tighter, cursing myself from this morning for not having brought any kind of coat to make up for this pathetic sweater and this chilly rain. And cursing myself for forgetting to put gas in my car yesterday, landing me on the tube for today and in this wet Fall weather. As I walk under the faint glow of the wet streetlamps, my shivering body grows colder and colder with every painful step. Icy drops run down my face, the only relief I find in this sudden rain is the numbing of the stings and throbs painting my body. Splashes of rain puddles hit my legs, soaking through the sheer black tights donning my legs. You only have one and half more blocks to go, Becky, you can do this, I think hopefully. And with that, I soldier on. Soaked to the bone and beaten down.

My feet squeak along the wooden floor, leaving tiny invisible puddles behind me as the warmth of the flat begins to thaw my frozen body. I drop my bag on the table in the entryway, toeing off my shoes and leaving them where they land. I plod my way across the room and into the kitchen, unbeknownst to the movements my body makes.

Open the cabinet. Take down a mug. Pick up the tea kettle. Fill it with water. Turn on the burner. Set it down. Walk over to the kitchen island. Pull out a chair. Sit down. My eyes fix themselves on one spot on the wall, staying there and no motivation to move.

Click!

Thud!

“Hey, I’m just stopping back to grab something I forgot. Boys don’t really have hair straighteners, I realized only after I left the flat,” Skye’s joking words poke through my hazy bubble, but that’s all they do. “Becky. Wait . . What the bloody hell happened to you today?! You look like you got run over by a car, Ree. You’re bleeding!” she almost shouts, voice rising in volume as she clears the room and comes to cup my cheeks with her warm hands.

“I’m fine, it’s old,” I reply quietly, meeting her eyes after she turned my head to make sure I’m looking at her.

“You are not fine, Ree. You have t-this gash in your scalp and a cut in your lips, both covered in dried blood. Did somebody do this to you?!”

“No, I-I just fell. You know how clumsy I can be sometimes,” I answer, attempting nonchalance as I step down from my swively chair and go to tend to the whistling teapot.

“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met, always have been and always will. Now I’m not bloody leaving or going anywhere for that matter, until you tell me what really happened, Ree. Actually, wait- you stay here and don’t you move your bum one bleeding inch!” she points at me, raising her eyebrows above her sky blue eyes surrounded by black eyeliner.

I mindlessly remove the kettle from the heat, pouring the blistering hot water into the yellow mug, watching the water mix with the Peach tea bag.

“Now come here,” Skye orders moments later and I turn around, surprised to find her gently but a little forcefully leading me to the island once again. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog, Skye, don’t give me commands.”

“I don’t care, just sit down and let me take care of you,” she replies, flicking her wavy hair half the color of bone and the other half sky blue to over her shoulder. My gaze follows her hands as they reach for the brown bottle and cotton pads. “Now are you going to tell me what happened, or not?”

Putting the bottle down hastily, she gently pushes my damp curls away from my face and runs the pad along my forehead. I suck in a breath through my teeth, wincing at the terrible stinging on my forehead.

“Ree?” she sighs, giving me a hard look in the eyes. My lips don’t move and neither does hers. A sadness I don’t want to look anymore into hangs around her eyes as she runs the pad along my forehead a few more times before discarding it, red blotches staining the cotton. “My God, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve met,” she sighs, the package crinkling as she removes another pad from the bag and soaks it with the hydrogen peroxide.

The pad is inches away from my forehead again when tears begin to fall down my cheeks out of nowhere, my lips creasing with them and my eyes falling shut. Skye’s face falls and she discards the pad, pulling my face against her chest and tucking my head under her chin.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok,” she repeatedly hums against my hair, planting kiss after kiss on my damp ringlets. Arms around my neck keeping me close. “Everything’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok, Ree.”

If only I could believe that too.

And if only the thought of giving him up didn’t scare me so damn much.

My weekend consisted of cuddles on the couch with Skye in our PJs, who decided to cancel her trip last minute, instead staying back to have a two-day long movie marathon with moi. She took care of me, making me a grilled cheese when I wanted, and stirring up chocolate milk for me when I wanted that too, and tending to my cuts a few more times until they were scabbing up and could fend for themselves. She didn’t push for the story again, but I knew it was on the end of her tongue and it was only a matter of time until she’d catch me off guard and make me spill.

With Monday looming closeby, I soaked up the last hours of freedom until eight am rolled around and I dragged myself out of bed. With a heavy lunchbox courtesy of Skye’s rare cooking excursion this weekend of Taco Soup and garlic bread, I head off into the chilly bright morning. Slipping into my forgotten front seat of my car, I start up the old thing and only then remember my lack of gas issue. But when I look at the gage, it’s hugging the bold F. Oh, Skye, what would I do without you, I think to myself with the warm hint of a smile clinging to my lips.

I put the car in Park and turn the keys until the hum of the engine is no more. With a deep breath, I peak a look at myself in the rearview mirror. Loose chestnut curls barely touching the shoulders of my violet peacoat and the smooth brown dress underneath it. By habit, my eyes dart to the slightly discolored area of skin just meeting my scalp and the dark crease in my bottom lip. If you don’t look too closely, you can’t notice them with the makeup and the colored lip balm. Sighing, I grab my purse and lunchbox and leave my car for the long parking garage in search of the elevator that will take me up to the seventeenth floor, and back to Harry.

The main floor of seventeen is doused in a quiet hum, albeit for the occasional phone ringing and small conversation among the Cubiclers tucked away in their cubicles by the elevator. Dark clouds hover on the other side of the clear pristine windows, threatening to burst at any moment as they cast dreariness over the black tiled floor and sleek gray granite walls of the firm’s main floor. The circular fluorescent bulbs hidden in the black wooden ceiling work hard as the rain nears, and stab needles into my head that still dully aches after three days.

My MacBook sounds its typical whoosh as its screen comes to life. I open my email with slow fingers, relieved and yet surprised to find only a handful of emails waiting for me. A handful or sometimes two less than usual. Thank God.

My fingers float across the keys with learned ease, composing a reply to a current client asking for some more information and certain documents that are the usual after Harry liked what he heard in the face to face consultation from Friday. I include a timeframe for when they’ll hear from us next, before sending the email off.

The day drags on with its hits and its misses. My time is spent answering emails and typing up new ones, retrieving and delivering case files for Harry that land on his empty desk as he sits in a courtroom across town. Last but not least, I take another crack at filing, rounding out another few sizable stacks before lunch arrives and I’m knee to knee with Asher in the breakroom scarfing down my soup and sharing my cookies.

3 o’clock rolls around out of nowhere, the rain clouds far gone as I savor the sliver of sunlight peeking out from behind the now fluffy clouds. Harry’s weekly list dinged in my inbox hours earlier and has grabbed my attention ever since, checking off a few things already until I decided to devote the rest of the day for filing and then hopefully finishing out the rest tomorrow. I kneel down and pick up the granola bar I dropped trying to take it out of one of the drawers of my desk. My hip bumps my creaky old desk as I leave for Harry’s office to get on that filing. The voices of Green Day, The Stones and Fleetwood Mac among others swim around me as names and numbers occupy my mind, as bright warm sunshine peeks in through Harry’s windows. I don’t catch one glimpse of him for the rest of the day, or of anybody else of significant importance much to my pleasure. I leave the rest of the files for tomorrow, gleeful at the sight of only a few stacks left and the bubbling hope of how happy Harry will be to see them all done. A new song by Vance Joy fills my car as I pull out of the parking garage and begin to make my way home.

My alarm clock rings too quickly the next morning, waking me up with a sad frown at having to leave that wonderful dream where I was on a beach with Derek from Teen Wolf. Mmmmm. Fucking alarm. I stumble out of bed and whiz through my morning routine with heavy limbs and heavy eyes. My Tuesday is a blur of coffee, emails, to-do lists and dreading doing the rest of those files. But with a new album and sneakily watching some more American Horror Story, I get through the day along with Skye’s soup and cookies.

With the secondhand hugging the 11 and the shorthand inching towards the 5, I decide to call it a day and make a break for my desk. Hiding away thick files and stacks of empty ones, I tidy up my desk and put everything back where it was this morning before deciding to head out. But when I’m reaching for my purse, I happen to look up and find Harry walking in my direction. Well, so much for thinking I could avoid you today, the words course through my skull as I heave a silent sigh at watching him arrive in front of my desk.

“Did ya drop something’?” he questions, leaving out a greeting as his striking maroon suit tightens around him when he bends over to pick up something off the floor. His eyebrows quirk together as he looks down at a white envelope, and a second later I feel my heart cease in my chest. “Hmm, ‘s addressed t’ me, I wonder what it ‘s,” he continues, apparently thinking that because of that he can go ahead and help himself and open it although it wasn’t sealed and the content already had begun to spill out.

I scramble around my desk and over to him, not so calmly or chalantly ripping it from his hands. But when he looks up and over to me, I realize I was a fraction of a second too late because the creased letter tight in my hand is open just enough for the words stuck to it to be known to the world. Thick emotions paint his face all over, creasing the space between his eyebrows as they knit together sadly with his puppy dog eyes locked on me. Lips trembling to open, but not fully getting there. All as my heart races uncontrollably, regret filling my body quickly with my chest growing tight and my cheeks hot. Realization dawns on me, making me think back to bumping into my desk on my way to file some stuff. Shit. Devastation slowly sticks to every inch of skin on his face and seeps into his green eyes framed by thick lashes.

“Becks,” he rasps, hand going to his hair as if it’s his own unique coping mechanism. “What's this? I-I mean I know what it ‘s, but I don’ get it. ‘m so bloody confused . . yer quttin’?” Harry croaks, words coming out fast and then slow, and sloppy and crazed. “If you want less hours or t’ get off earlier, I can do that. Even if ya want more hours, we can figure that out. Or if ya wan’ a lighter workload, we can work sumthin’ out, Becks, I promise. Jus’ tell me what you need and ‘ll make it happen, jus’ pleas don’ leave.”

Wow. His lips sputter to a stop, as my heart does something the same and I’m left all of a sudden speechless, but with so much to say just a minute ago. Or so I thought. My heart only thumps faster and harder when he comes closer to me at the end of his plea.

“I-I’m not leaving, Harry. I-I just- I don’t know . . . “

“What d’ya mean? Tha’s a two weeks notice letta I just read. T-this isn’t makin’ sense, Becks,” he replies in a huff, throwing up a hand in exasperation before it falls heavy with a plop against his leg. Yeah, I don’t know, either. “Wha’s bloody goin’ on?” he outright asks, eyes glued to me and expecting an answer. And a good one at that.

“I have it because I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Why’re you thinkin’ ‘bout leavin’? What happened?” he questions quickly with sad eyes, and when they stray from my face to land on my forehead he steps forward, and I suddenly feel the urge to shrink into myself. If only that were possible. “Becks, yer head - ‘s gashed open, what’d you do, love?”

“I’m just clumsy, I tripped and fell,” I answer, looking away from his prying eyes and then back to find something in his that I don’t like.

I know that he doesn’t believe me.

Jennings.

“Harry! I got Mr. Bishop on the line about the crazy Tillings case that’s all over the news. You know the one, with the wife stabbing her kids to death . . Well, there’s some stuff he wants to talk to you about, like maybe even hiring you for the Defense instead of Tomlinson,” he nearly shouts, with a foot out of the door of the large meeting room across from us. Several of the big lawyers like Stone, Bradley, Mickey, and Rose are visible through the half drawn blinds strewn over the windows acting as walls around the secretive room. It looks like the judge interrupted an important meeting, another one that Harry just so happened to skip out on.

Harry sighs, muttering an ‘I’ll be there in a sec’ to Pete, before turning back to me. Hand back to himself and eyes full of questions, ones that I don’t want to answer. But I do. I just don’t know if I can.

“We’re not done here. ‘ll see you tomorrow’ before court and we’re settling all this then, alright?” he says with a wag of his ringed finger, and I nod at him. It’s really not that much, but it seems like more when he squeezes my arm as he holds my gaze before leaving with a goodbye.

Well, I guess my secret’s out.

I inadvertently avoided my phone and emails for the rest of the night, and the next morning until I pulled into the parking garage attached to the gleaming skyscraper that I call my work. With my head down and the word ‘avoid’ repeating over and over in my head, I quietly make my appearance and try my best to slip away to my desk unnoticed. My heart pounds a little as my email loads, the innermost part of me dreading the long list of new emails waiting for me and the possibility one or a few might be from Harry.

A strange calmness covers me when his name isn’t found anywhere in my new emails on this dreary and cold Tuesday morning. Nervously, I pull up the weekly list and double check his agenda for the day, even though I was the one who wrote it and I should remember. But I wrote it up weeks ago.

Tuesday, November 9th

Court for the O’Pete’s Case 10AM - All day

Dinner with friend at The Grand 5pm

The plan for the day is simple and to the point, with some room for leeway and adjustments which I won’t be surprised if he makes. And a later start to his morning, which I know by now that he certainly likes. But not today, because guess who’s going to be Mr. Early. Ugh. I busy my mind this morning by answering emails and returning calls, peeking a glance every now and then in the direction of the elevator expecting to see him pop up out of nowhere. The first few times I look over without a hint of his appearance, but the fifth time I watch the elevator doors open and spit him out.

Oh no.

I know I can’t, but I almost try to hide behind my desk. Drop my head and busy myself with something. Turn around and make it look like I’m grabbing something from behind me. Crouch down and dig in the lowermost filing cabinet.

“Hey.” an internal groan ripples through me at the remembering that of course, he has to walk right past my desk on his way to his office. Could I be any more stupid? Probably not. “I wanna um talk t’ you ‘bout yesterday, ya busy?” the raspy words roll off his tongue fast. I slowly sit up to look at him, but it can’t be slow enough. His long curls gleaming wet after what must have been a morning shower, his nose and cheeks dotted with red from the London cold.

“Yeah no I’m fine,” I reply hastily, my words tumbling out before I can tell them to stop. Dread and nervousness guide my actions as I turn to face him fully and close my laptop.

“Kay, c’mon then. I wann’ talk in my office.”

Gulp.

Pushing my chair in, I leave my desk and follow his heavy footsteps down the hall and around the corner. The thump thump of my heart picks up as his drying curls bounce on his shoulders, and his shiny new YSL boots click clack on the tile flooring.

Here we go.

“Sit down,” he instructs, waving a hand to the black leather chairs in front of his cluttered desk. I do as he says, crossing my legs and folding my hands as I watch him set his black leather messenger bag on his desk and get situated as I wring my hands nervously.

I watch his careful and rather rushed movements, until he’s hung up his jacket and fixed his hair. “Now le’s talk,” Harry sighs as he walks towards me and sits down on the corner of his desk to face me. Okay then.

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Don’ lie t’ me. You know I wan’ t’ talk ‘bout that two-week letter I found of yers,” he goes on with a huff.

“I know, but there’s nothing to be said. I changed my mind and decided not to give it to you.”

“Well yer mind had t’ have been made up pretty damn good ‘bout quittin’ if ya felt so compelled t’ write it in tha first place,” he argues, looking away after a moment with a shake of his head.

I take a cue and shake mine too, frustrated at the way he’s acting and how big of a deal he’s making about this.

“You were never supposed to see it,” I comment softly in admittance, looking up from my lap and to him. But he won’t look at me. A hand adorned with rings is in his hair as he looks away, then stands up and walks over to where midmorning sunlight streams in through the polished window.

“What, are ya not happy enuf here, Holte?” he asks, throwing up a hand that he seconds later stuffs in the pocket of his tight black pants. It’s almost painful to hold back a snort at his remark, or to chime in with a ‘duh’ or an ‘are you serious’. “I thought we’d figured out our own li’l system and that you were comfortable an’ happy here”

When I don’t answer, I can’t ignore his heavy sigh that pokes at me and somehow makes this worse. “What can I do t’ make ya happier, huh?” Harry says softly, but not in a nice way, and more like in it a perturbed way like he doesn’t want to have this conversation any more than I do.

I don’t know about that.

His question catches me off guard a little, and I almost want to take it the wrong way. But things aren’t like that, and what’s to say that they ever will be more. Turning my mind to something else to get it off that, I start to think of what I should tell him. Well for starters, you could stop dating that bitch of a Barbie and that would take away something like half of my problems. Then there’s maybe treating me with some respect and decency, and not just when you like or those certain days when you decide we’re friends.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I decide to say, but I regret it almost as soon as I say it, because he’s Mr. Doesn’t Take No For An Answer.

“Why can’ ya just talk t’ me,” he relents, something sad and real creasing his brows and painted in his eyes. I start to fall for it and the truth itches to come out.

Briiiiiiiing!

He huffs and his gaze lingers on me willing me to speak as he seems to wait it out to see if it’s going to ring a second time and a third time and a fourth. And just when I gather a little nerve he reaches out and picks up the phone. “This is Harry,” he answers, pulling his lips in and pressing them together as he listens to the person on the line. I watch his eyes dart around and he nods with a ‘mmhmm’ before grabbing a pad of paper and a pen, jotting down something important.

I can hardly take the mix of awkwardness and tension for a minute longer, and I stand up and make it for the door.

“Becks, wait.”

The name and its sudden return hit me like a wall, hard and out of nowhere. My lips tremble with all of the things that I could say, and my limbs stutter with the things I could do. I decide on one, and I turn around. “I’m not going anywhere, so would you stop worrying about it?” I tell him, watching his face donning an expression I don’t want to read as the phone is still pressed to his ear, his hand cupping the speaker.

I think I hear a small sigh, but I don’t know because I’m already turning around. A harsh clud! tickles my ears and just as the icy metal welcomes my fingers, a warmth arrives on my shoulder making me spin around to find it.

“Please don’ leave, I still wanna talk t’ you. Ya’ve been actin’ so weird lately and there’s a cut on yer head and ya dropped a two weeks letta’ that ya say wasn’ real or sumthin’ . . . Will ya jus’ tell me wha’s goin’ on already?” Harry almost pleads, the ‘please’ stinging in his eyes. I can’t do it. The pleading and concern drowning in his eyes does it. It gets me.

“You won’t believe me,” I almost mumble, unsure of if he heard me until his quickfire ‘tell me’ knocks that down.

“Ya underestimate me sumtimes.”

A soft ‘okay’ falls from my lips recklessly a few breaths later, just like the rest of what I’ve said in the last minute. A shaky breath trickles into my lungs, my heart picking up speed as words jumble around in my head. It’s only made worse when his hand placed on my shoulder that’s hard to forget gives a little squeeze, egging me on.

“It’s um Amber, s-she keeps harassing me, Harry. I put that file on your desk the other day and I know that she took the crime scene photos out and did something with them just to sabotage me, or something. Also other times when she comes in, she always has to give me shit somehow: accidentally knocking over a coffee on my desk, accidentally hitting the end button on my phone when I’m on a call, or her favorite being to tell me that I’m not allowed in your office when you’re not here. I’ve told her time and time again that I am, but she won’t believe me,” I talk fast, shoving the words out into the free air before I stop myself, or before he does. My eyes jutt away from his, far too nervous and scared to wonder what they’re holding because his poker face doesn’t work on me. And if I see something I don’t like, I’m afraid I won’t get the next part out, because of that and the dryness eating up my throat. “A-and Friday I was doing filing in your office, and from the second she helps herself in she won’t leave me alone to get out because ‘I’m not allowed’. She was almost screaming at me, and she literally dragged me by the arm out an-and threw me at the door but I missed and hit the trimming o-on the wall, giving me a bloody fat lip and doing that to my forehead,” I divulge, sputtering to a hurried stop before another word takes it out of me and I’m spilling tears on his shoes.

My chest shakes with each hasty breath and the violent thuds of my heart pounding against my ribcage. Sweat slickens my palms I didn’t realize I was folding together so hard, the tips of my fingers white against my knuckles that I instantly release. But then they start to shake. Tears prick at the back of my eyes, ready to make their debut as I nibble nervously at my lip. Dread fills me, mixing with my nerves and anxiety and fear and everything else to make the worst feeling ever. It surpasses the gut-wrenching anxiousness of sitting at your desk in class waiting for the teacher to hand you your graded test. Or being statue still behind the wheel during your driving test afraid one little mistake will make you fail. Or the impending drop of a rollercoaster that makes you feel like your stomach is going to jump into the sky along with the rest of you.

The uncomfortable eeriness of silence pools around us, slowly building an invisible distance between him and I. A distance I’m afraid will be magnified by just a few words from him. Words that he could spill at any second. The waiting is always what kills you. I get ready to speak, new words ready to spring off the tip of my tongue.

“Tha-that’s not Amber, Becks, she’d neva do that kinda stuff, let alone give sumbody a gash on their head and a fat lip,” Harry finally says, words quick and sharp that are accented with a nervous laugh. Gulp. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach at the drop of a hat- or at the second he disagrees. A sudden angry heat fills my body all over, joined by a sourness spilling into my stomach. I think the toast and oats from this morning are going to be reappearing real soon. “‘m sorry ya think that, Becks, but I know her and she wouldn’ do that kinda stuff t’ sumbody, I swear,” he finishes. As if I needed to hear it a second time.

Braving it, I meet his eyes and find them creased with something sad that I don’t give a shit to decode, but I know they look even worse when they lay on mine. I take a step back, feeling his hand slide from its place on my shoulder. He steps towards me and almost grabs my hand, but I pull it out of his grasp. “Don’t,” I almost spit through gritted teeth, my heart beating loud and fast in my ears. My name starts on his lips, and I shake my head. No. “O-of course you didn’t believe me. God, what was I thinking? Why would you anyways?! Your head is so fucking wrapped up in her that you can’t see anything else but what she wants you to see, Harry!” I explode, words flying places without a thought. Because who gives a flying fuck.

Rage seethes through my veins hot and fast. A sudden boom! of thunder echoes through the room, big fat raindrops hitting the window with pits and pats. The former rays of sunshine nowhere to be seen as smoky clouds dominate the sky.

Yeah, things sure do change fast.

“Becks, c’mon. ‘ve known her for years, I know she wouldn’ do this stuff yer accusing her of!” he replies, throwing his hands up and doing a half sigh-half gasp in exasperation. “Why would she anyways, what reason has she got t’ harass you if that were even true?”

“She hates me, Harry! Ever since the first day she met me she’s had it out for me. I’ve done nothing to her, but she insists on making my life hell ever since. I don’t know why, m-maybe she feels threatened by me or something, because you’ve kept me around for so long and because I’m a fricken girl! Why are you asking me? You should be asking her, Harry!” I almost shout, but at this point I don’t think either of us cares anymore. A guttural groan leaves his lips, a hand caught in his hair next messing it up further as he keeps his distance rightly.

“I know her, Becks. I know she wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Somebody dragged me by the arm and threw me to the ground, Harry! It wasn’t some ghost, I saw who it was. It was bloody daylight out and I’m sure you could ask anybody around here and they could tell you they saw her here at that time on that day, and maybe even what I looked like afterward!” I yell at him, finding my hands in my hair next, feeling the urge to pull it out. Palms sweaty, goosebumps covering every inch of my body and my brain turned on to fight mode. The sour feeling in my stomach grows, and next my eyes begin to blur ever so slightly and I don’t know how much longer I can fight. Or how much more. “W-why don’t you believe me, Harry? Why would I ever lie to you?” I relent, throwing a frustrated hand up to have it smack against my leg. My words crack at the very end and I shake my head with a sad smile.

It looks like a light clicks on in his head, filtering to his eyes as his lips part slowly. His forehead shiny with the same kind of clammy and angry sweat that covers my body. I blink at the blurriness, but it only grows worse.

“Amber’s not like that, she’s neva been,” he continues, refusing to give her up by holding onto her honor. It makes me sick. And if I stay here another minute longer, I’m afraid that I will be. “Becks, y-yer just confused o-or ya took sumthin’ she did wrong.”

“Wow, you’ve really got yourself hooked on believing all of her lies, Harry. You really have no clue of what kind of person you’re dating . . And I can’t believe I ever thought th-that there was some good down deep inside of you,” I spit, the anger and intensity falling as the words hit the air and my fight leaves me too, leaving the last words hanging there in my exhausted voice.

His grief-stricken face drowned in a mixture of sadness, confusion, and anger stare back at me in a blurry haze that disappears with my next blink. Hot tears trail down my cheeks, my whole body heavy. My heart. My stomach. My head. My eyes. His boots click when he inches towards me, but I move away by habit. A habit I didn’t know that I suddenly have. It hits him too, and the hurt etched into his face deepens from seconds before.

My heart wrenches at the sight of him. And the immediate disgust. I spin around, dying to get out of here and as far away from him as I can get. I swipe hastily at the tears flying down my cheeks, the clack of my heels muffled in my ears where my heart beats ravenously faster and faster and so do his words that play like a tape in my head.

It doesn’t stop when the sounds of seventeen come back to me, or people passing me, or the bile beginning to rise in my throat. Or even when I’m pushing past the doors. Or when I’m emptying the remnants of this morning’s breakfast from the pit of my stomach. His words and the look on his face still drill into my head, and when another wave hits me I heave into the toilet as the cold ridges of the dirty tile dig into my boney knees. Once it passes, I’m not yet out of the woods as sobs wreck my body and only grow worse when I play over and over the words he said.

And it only amounts when I think that maybe just maybe he’ll burst in here any second calling for me and admit his fault. But as the minutes grow and my cheeks become wetter, I sit back and curl against the partition of the stall and cry harder. Because he isn’t coming. He never will.

He’ll never be that prince in shining armor I’ve wanted him to be this whole time.