#OH I ALSO TOOK PICTURES OF THE CLOUDS WHEN THE SUN WAS SETTING AND THEY LOOK SICK

[homesickgoodbyes]

this week on: my dreams

i made friends that ive never felt safer and happier with (these friends were not my irl friends, my irl friends WERE in the dream, but my focus and love was on these new people)

and

an apocalypse world where being robin/batman is heavily illegal but it has nothing to do with the apocalypse, i just saw it on a street sign while i zoomed down a street on my feet?? also theres no electricity and i think someone got busted for being robin at the end of my dream 💀

#mine #skye says shit #genuinely some of my funniest/interesting dreams i’ve had #dc robin #batman #dreams #i don’t have memorable dreams often but these are my favorite ones from this week #also i love having dreams that i remember now cause for the longest time the only dreams i remembered were the nightmares (: #(i can remember my dreams more now cause of the medication i take for my anxiety 👍) #anyway #completely random #OH I ALSO TOOK PICTURES OF THE CLOUDS WHEN THE SUN WAS SETTING AND THEY LOOK SICK

[laurasstufff1]

The girl with the camera

Credits to @avenirdelight for the gif 🫶🏻

Summary: Mason and YN met in a not so friendly way, but that was just the beginning.

Warnings: cocky Mason.

Word count: 1.2k

Enjoy!! And please let me know if you have any suggestions for the following parts!!! :):)

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There was a park that wasn’t really a park, but people used it as if it was: there were random groups of boys playing football, people riding their bikes or eating a picnic on the floor, which was a dangerous activity considering there were also dogs running around, and we all know dogs love stealing food. 

The environment was one of the highlights of the place, but also the sunsets: pink, red, orange, yellow, you swore you’ve seen all the colors in the sky when that time of the day came. The best views were up the hill, it had always been your favourite spot to capture that colours with your camera.

Today was no exception. There wasn’t much people around, though the sun wasn’t hidden behind the clouds, it was still cold.

Half an hour had passed, the Sun wasn’t setting just yet, but you kept yourself busy with the camera in your hands, an artifact too modern and with too many buttons and settings for your liking, you were still trying to learn how to use in this kind of landscapes, just nature and skies. 

Mason, on the other hand, was spending a rare day with his family. And he was happy until he saw the flash of a camera directing his way, although he rapidly forgot about it. But then he saw you pointing at them with your camera, he double checked again five minutes later, and then after to see you in the same position, and he had enough. 

Going up the not so high green hill, he couldn’t believe your audacity when he was already 50 meters away and you wouldn’t put the camera down. 

“Hey” he said in a rather rude tone while standing right in front, you were still sitting on the grass.

“Hi. Excuse me” you said moving to the left so he wouldn’t block the views. 

“Really??” He crossed his arms in front of him, moving again in front of you to block your camera lens with his body again “Now you guys are interested not only in me but also in my family?” He asked, and only then you realised why he was there. 

“Oh! No, I think you’ve got the wrong id-“

“No, you’ve got the wrong idea!” He fumed, and now you had to get up, although he was still much taller than you “I get that people recognised me and I’m ‘public’” he stopped to make air quotes “but I also have the right to have privacy with my family, don’t you think?” 

“Alright, calm down for a mo-”

“No I won’t! You guys are unbearable, stupidly unbearable!”

“Stop it!!” You were the one shouting now, and he was going to talk again but you were faster “Enough, Mason! I wasn’t taking pictures of you, I’m not a paparazzi” “That’s why you know my name, huh?” He mumbled. 

“The whole country knows you’re name, whether you like it or not!!! Oh my God” you hummed  not believing this was your first encounter with him, or how selfish, cocky and rude he was being.

“Yeah alright” he kept mumbling not having enough.

“You know what? Here” you took the camera off your neck and showed him the digital screen “you can see the pictures I took yourself”

“You don��t need to d-“

“I know I don’t” you cut him off “But I want you to see it, I don’t earn anything by lying” 

And so he stayed there, checking the pictures one by one while you sat on the floor, only know realising the sun was already set and you missed it all thanks to him.

“I’m sorry” he finally talked after going through the pictures a few minutes later. “I thought you were— you know. You were pointing at us with the camera”

“I was pointing at the sky Mason, the sky” you said picking up your bag from the grass and your camera from his hand. “Goodbye”

“I’m sorry again” you heard him say while you walked away. 

And that same night, while you were having dinner, you phone’s screen lighted up showing you the notification you were dying to get, but know you weren’t so sure. Too late to turn it down now. 

*

There wasn't any formal introduction, you just had, apart from your camera, a pass around your neck, with your staff number, your whole name, DNI, EAN code, and QRs. Of course, the ugliest photo of your face couldn’t miss either.

All you did that day was stand by the field, testing different settings, lenses, distances and all that boring stuff, and also talking with some other photographers of the club. 

How cool was your luck, you got the work in Chelsea FC after an ugly encounter with the star player. 

While you did that, Mason stared at you. Your face was familiar to him, and after a few minutes he realised who you were, and without any other reason his cheeks started burning. 

It felt only right to apologise to you once more after the session ended, and that’s what he did when he saw you checking the pictures in the camera the same way he did almost a week ago. 

He didn’t even say ‘hello’, just cleared his throat. It was for you to realise he was there. “I did take pictures of you today” you started saying without a greeting neither “but that’s my job now” you added now showing him the pass around your neck, whee you could clearly read Staff, and under it with smaller letters but as clear as before, Photographer.

“I didn’t know you worked here, never saw you around” he finally talked while stroking the back of his head, feeling clearly uncomfortable.

“I got the email the same night we meet. It was lovely evening, wasn’t it?”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed, I shouldn’t assumed that you were taking pictures of me and I should’ve talk to you differently”.

“It’s okay” you simply said, watching as his face light up after you pronounced the words.

“Really?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward now tha-”

“But I’m truly sorry” he talked again and you just nodded, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ “It’s just that I’m like, obsessed. I can’t go out anymore without someone recognizing me, and I love my fans, but sometimes I just want to walk alone, you know? And paparazzis are the same, even worst. Last year I ran into my cousin in a club and a magazine published a picture with my ‘girlfriend’” he made air quotes again, just like the same day you met “even my grandma called me, she thought the rumors were true and she got so worried” he had the intention of continuing talking, but he stopped when he heard your laugh “I’m glad you find it funny, because I didn’t” and that only made you laugh more.

“Sorry” you said drying the tears running down your face from the laughter “I’m sorry for laughing” you repeated “but it’s fine, really, I can understand. Just make sure to be nicer next time, because if I was actually taking pictures of you that day in the park, I wouldn’t have deleted them just to spite you” and now he was the one who chuckled “anyways, I have to leave. Guess I’ll see you around” you were already leaving when he talked again. 

“I never got your name!” He shouted

“YN!”

#mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount #chelsea fanfic #chelsea player imagine #chelsea imagines #chelsea imagine #chelsea fc #england football imagine #england nt imagine #england imagine #england nt

[riahlynn101]

“Will I Ever See You Again?” (Pt. 1/2)

A continuation of “Friends” and “Sweet Dreams”. Reading those aren’t necessary to understand this one, but it will definitely help.

Trigger warning(s):  Everything's implied and mostly hinted, but just in case there's some mentions of abuse and violence against children.

summary: All Evan wanted to do was write in his notebook....

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It’s mid-afternoon on a weekend. The sun’s covered by clouds but the air is still unbearably warm, stifling in all the worse ways. September is only slightly cooler than the previous months, not by much, but the nearly imperceptible drop in temperature leaves the people of Hurricane hopeful.

It’s on days like these that Evan likes to lay underneath the large oak tree in their backyard. A large spiral notebook balanced on his knees. He taps a ballpoint pen to his bottom lip, humming.

“Ev’n!” Gregory calls from inside the house.

Evan giggles, setting his pen down in anticipation to greet Gregory. Mum had insisted the toddler take a nap, rambling on and on about the importance of routines. And, considering he and Gregory now shared a room, this meant he either also had to take a nap or avoid the bedroom altogether.

He chose the latter, much to Gregory’s disappointment.

Mum appears on the other side of the glass sliding door. She slides the door open a crack, just enough so-

“Ev’n!” Gregory squeals. He pushes pass mum, only stopping briefly to mutter a sorry.

“Hey,” Evan says softly.

“Be inside by six,” mum tells them, ducking back into the house, sliding the door shut.

Gregory skips over to him, well, at least Evan thinks that that’s his brother’s intention. It looks more like he falls and catches himself, while hopping about.

Dropping to his knees beside Evan, Gregory hums and points to the notebook. “What’re you doing?”

Evan stares blankly down at lined paper. “Nothing important,” he mumbles, feeling a little silly. “Just…uh…trying to write a story.”

Gregory’s eyes widened. “The story have pictures?”

“No, I haven’t even started it yet.” Evan narrows his eyes, willing the universe to put an idea in his head.

This used to be so easy. Upstairs he had notebooks upon notebooks stashed away in the back of his closet. Writing has always been his sanctuary, just as drawing has always been Michael’s.

His imagination-while overactive-can provide entertainment (when put into the right words) for those around him. It probably helps that writing has the added benefit of making Michael leave him alone while at Fredbears, but only because while writing he can pretend the animatronics aren’t the devil incarnate and that Fredbear doesn’t whisper to him in a voice similar to his-

“I want to draw!” Gregory exclaims, scooting closer to lean on Evan’s side. “Please.”

Evan sighs. “In a bit, okay? I’ll even let you use my construction paper and my colored pencils.”

Gregory flops down in the grass. He stretches out. “Okay,” he agrees after a moment of silently watching a particularly fat bumble bee bump into the tree stump. “I can wait.”

Evan smiles, relieved that that’s all it took to placate Gregory.

-x-x-x-

Gregory falls asleep soon after. The muggy heat and silence provide a nice sort of tranquility. It’s not until mum appears in the doorway of the sliding door that Evan realizes that it’s been hours since he first ventured outside.

“Oh, no,” he mutters nervously. “Sorry, mum, we’ll be right there!”

Mum doesn’t look pleased, but she remains inside. When she moves out of view, Evan releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Come on, Greg, time for dinner.” He rouses Gregory, slapping his arm lightly.

The toddler groans, protesting with half-garbled whines.

“You can sleep after dinner, but please get up. Father won’t be pleased if he gets home and we’re still outside.” Evan resorts to lifting his brother up by the armpits, half-dragging, half-carrying him. “Come…on….almost….there….”

He senses his father before he sees him.

Father, though no one dared say it out loud, had an imposing presence. Though he only stands 5 feet and 6 inches tall-which is apparently short, according to Michael who has already surpassed their father by three inches and is still growing like a weed (a phrase their mother used often, way too often)-and had the voice of a pompous boarding school director, there’s always been something decidedly “off” about father.

Like he never quite learned how to be human.

Between the shifty way he carries himself and the twitch of his lips when he (tries) to smile, people tend to avoid him like the plague. And that’s just when father’s playing at being nice.

“Evan, Gregory, come inside at once,” Father says, standing in the doorway.

“Yes, father,” Evan answers quickly, tugging Gregory to his feet. “Get up,” he pleaded under his breath, aware that they were being watched, “please, father is watching. He’ll get mad at us. Please.”

Gregory continued to be difficult.

Father, quickly losing his patience, yanked him out of Evan’s arms. A sharp yelp left Gregory’s mouth. One of his arms being held too tightly in Father’s hold.

“Father, please, stop,” Evan begs, following the pair back into the house. Mum grumbles at him to shut the damn door, he does so, not wanting to add to the growing commotion.

Father whispers something to mum, still holding Gregory at arm’s length away. He renews his struggles, kicking and slapping at father’s arms and torso. “Stop it!” Father shouts, giving him a little shake.

Evan stands by the door, looking around the kitchen frantically. The knife block catches his eye but only for a brief moment, because he just knows he’d never have the guts to actually hurt father.

There’s a large wooden spoon sitting by a pot of boiling water, the same one mum uses to smack them about when they misbehave. Though, she hasn’t used it in months.

Or maybe he could roll up some newspaper and try to scare father that way. Scare father like he makes Michael scare him. Scare him just enough to help Gregory get away.

Wait! Where did they go? It dawns on Evan that father and Gregory are no longer in the kitchen.

“Evan, come set the table,” mum tells him, stirring the pot. She makes a vague motion to the table in the other room.

An engine outside starts up…

Father’s car!

“Evan,” mum says, warningly. “Go set the table. Your siblings should be back- hey!”

Evan runs from the kitchen, through the house, and out the door. He makes it out the door in time to see Father pulling out of the driveway.

His heart drops, and he has to sit down to keep from throwing up.

Questions swirl in his mind, making it hard to think clearly. But they all circle back to one concern:

Would he ever see Gregory again?

#Evan Afton #FNAF fanfic #fnaf au #angst #baby gregory #gregory and the crying child #gregory security breach #sticks and stones series #cross posted on AO3

[unoscraft]

"Silenced Plea"

written by Alyssa Juliana Balingit

When will the class end? I’d have to quickly go to my part-time job.

“Any questions, class? ” our teacher asked.

My classmates all agreed: “ None, Sir. ”

“ So that's all for today. ” I was arranging my things when the teacher told me to meet him after class. “ Are you having any problems? ” My ears rang with this never-ending question.

“ Yes, you're constantly in class, but you don't really speak or sleep.” he continued. 

“ No, sir. I'm good. Is that all? ” I replied before proceeding to my part-time job.

For group work the next day, I was paired with the class president.

How can someone smile and interact with others so effortlessly even without hesitation? It's quite distracting.

“ Good morning, Avery.” he typically says, a smile spreading throughout his face. I simply nodded in response. He kept initiating a conversation in which I didn't know how to respond since I didn't know what to say. But I do appreciate his efforts.

I spotted the sun setting. I was ready to leave the university when I noticed a group of people looking at me. But I didn't mind it because I was used to it. Oh, how I had no idea what horror awaited me back then.

Another school day, I definitely felt a lot of their stares and murmurs as I walked down the corridor. My anxiety rapidly builds up. What is going on?

“ They now know.” someone screamed in my head.

Sancho appeared suddenly alongside me. He smiled, as he always does when he greets me. “ Is there something up? " I asked, hesitantly. He seemed puzzled that I initiated a conversation first.

I noticed he was tense when he said there were photographs on the school's website. My heartbeat quickened as his words resonate in my ears. I dashed to the bathroom to check my phone. My palms began to sweat, and breathing became difficult.

I thought I could finally get away from what happened when someone uploaded a picture of me being sexually violated, but it remains to torment and punish me. My vision was clouded by my tears. How can I go and continue my studies here? When I tried to compose myself and go, hours had passed and class was probably still going on.

I spotted Sancho lounging at the restroom's entrance. There were also coffee cups and a paper bag on the floor. “ I ordered these so we could eat and drink together; do you want to go out? " he asked.

I was concerned as to what he was thinking. How could he still approach me and act this way if he had seen the post? We stepped outside and took a seat on a bench. I could feel the breeze. It's a gloomy day. He handed me the cup and opened the bread wrapper. He didn't say anything to me; he just sat by me until the evening. When we realized it was going to rain, he offered to take me home. On our walk, the rain began to fall at the same time as my tears, as he held my hand and ran to find a cover. When I eventually broke down, we were on the staircase. He stood right in front of me, but I couldn't see his expression.

“ I apologize, I didn't really mean to cry in front of you. " This is terrible. 

“ I'm truly sorry.” I say as I bow my head, my tears falling once more.

“ Please refrain from apologizing. It's not your fault, Avery. It was never the case and it will never be. I'm not going to force you to open up or do anything. You can let me know when you're ready. I’ll be here. ” He spoke softly.

“ I was raped.” I said meekly, overwhelmed.

“ I was raped by someone I considered a friend. I was diagnosed with severe depression and social phobia, and I took a few months off before enrolling in this school.” My heart constricted as I said those phrases for the first time.

“ Thank you for having the courage and strength to tell me, and I promise to be here for you and to help you.”

"May I give you a hug?" He sought permission.

I nodded, yearning for warmth. I had no idea somebody could give me such comfort. That rainy night, I wailed once more in his embrace.

Months passed, and he followed through with his promise. He notified the school administration, deleted the post, and filed the rape case. He had spoken with all of the students. I'm doing better in school now that time has passed. I can now interact with others without feeling uneasy. He's been by my side the entire time.

Years went by, but he remains at my side. I now go to therapy every two weeks. He officially courted me during our freshman year of college, and we've been dating for about three years.

“ What miracle did I do in my past life to even deserve you? ” I gently run my hands through his hair.

He saved me, in all ways possible and I'll be eternally grateful to him. I stare intently at Sancho as he sleeps. I never thought there would be someone who would genuinely love me in this life.

Before I realized it, today's me had hopes for tomorrow's you.

#AlyssaBalingit #FlashFiction

[digimonloving]

Can i ask for a little ficlet of a tamer and their grumblemon s/o's first date? The level of spice is up to you!

Picnic Date Best Kind Date! | Ficlet | Grumblemon x Tamer Reader

"I didn't take you for a picnic kind of guy."

"Me like me quiet time. Quiet time eating food good, even better when shared with partner!"

Grumblemon gave a smile as he bit into a sandwich you had made. He had actually suggested the picnic idea when you and him were brainstorming what you wanted to do and where you wanted to go on your first date.

He suggested a picnic, and he knew a lovely place he could take you! You kind of liked the idea, you wouldn't need to be in a crowded space, and you both didn't need to spend a lot on food.

So, it was a win-win!

You trusted his judgement of a good spot, though you were curious on what exactly he considered a 'good spot'. He was always underground working away on things, so you were curious as to where he'd take you when you figured out a time to set it all up.

Turns out, he had actually found a hidden lake, clear as could be, where nobody seemed to have been. A large rock jutting just enough out from the ground up to just a bit into the lake to allow for a nice view of it. It was a nice view from the rock, able to watch the waters and the soft blossoms fall from trees growing some unknown fruit to you both.

The wind felt nice, and the sun was warm, so enjoying some sandwiches and water was good enough for a simple Digimon like Grumblemon. You both mostly shared a nice, calm quiet as you sat together. Grumblemon leaning his head against your arm and his free hand holding your own. He wasn't much for talking a lot, and would get frustrated when he wanted to say things he couldn't actually get out properly with his simpler speech, but he would always show it a lot more than he'd say it when it came to his love for you.

It wasn't awkward, you knew how Grumblemon was. You grew used to the quiet moments with him, and how cute he could be when you let him be himself instead of trying to push him to do something since he'd heavily push back. Once you understood him more, he really became easier to be around and understand fully. And with that came your eventual feelings, all the same for him. It wasn't too long ago when you both had tried to confess at the same time before you decided to plan this date.

Grumblemon did point out some things he saw in the clouds, looking up at you to see if you saw what he did, or he'd see if you could see something else in it. It became a small game between the two of you. The same picture in the cloud, or something completely different? It was a sillylittle thing, and it felt like Grumblemon would purposely say he saw somethng different just to playfully mess with you. with how he'd laugh when you both got into the slight playful argument about what you both could see in the shape of a cloud.

Grumblemon hid away a few pastries he learned to make in the basket when you weren't looking when the two of you were putting the basket together, so he surprised you with them after the sandwiches were all gone. He made sure they had something you liked in them, to show how much he paid close attention to when you mentioned something offhandedly or told him at some point what you liked when it came to sweets.

"Me also made you something veeery nice to remember date by!" Grumblemon chirped, reaching fr his pocket as he produce a small gift for you, wrapped in a cloth as he handed it towards you.

"Oh... but I didn't get you anything," you smiled sheepishly before you took the wrapped gift, looking to it for a moment and having a feeling you already knew what it could have been.

"You no need get gift. Me made gift for you because me wanted to, wanted make day feel more special," he nodded, lifting his head up some as if to look quite proud of himself as he shut his eyes and puffed his chest out.

You chuckled. He could be quite adorable when he wasn't being a bit on the rougher side and quite blunt over some things. You pulled at the line that had kept the cloth wrapped securely around his gift, removing the cloth before you looked over the hand carved stone. It was smooth, and it seemed to resemble one of your favourite animals. It also had a date carved into the bottom -- a reminder of the day you and him confessed your love for one another.

"Wanted make something nice and simple. Me plan on make maaany more gifts where that come from," he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he kept it puffed out. "Each going be prettier than last, Grumblemon promise that!"

"Aww... you don't have to do that, you know," you laughed, "this is very nice of you... I didn't think you would have carved something for me so fast already."

You placed a small kiss to his nose, snickering when his face darkened with a blush and he turned away, scratching the back of his head as he mumbled words you couldn't quite catch, but were sure was mostly nonsense as he tried to piece together something to say back to you.

#Digimon #Digimon x Reader #Digimon x S/O #Ficlet #Grumblemon x Reader #Grumblemon x S/O

[umichenginabroad]

Week 7: Adventures in Adulting

After a long trip to New Zealand, it was time to head back to our reality in Sydney. It was more real than we would’ve liked and left us wishing for just a few more hours in the carefree mountain ranges of the Fiordlands. 

Tuesday - The Big Reveal

We made our way back to Sydney making sure to load up at the duty free before security. Upon arriving at our house, we realized that none of us brought a key to the house with us. Tried every door we could, but nothing would budge… “guys, what about that second-floor window?”

After not so smoothly breaking and entering into our own house, the full scope of what needed to be done made itself painfully clear. The trash in the back had attracted a pack of rats who now had the backyard to themselves, if you know anything about me you likely know that I am terribly afraid of rats. Needless to say, it was a huge blow to give up such a big part of our place. All the trash removal companies quoted us figures that were hard to swallow, so we set our jaws and became determined to ride out the trash until the next Tuesday morning which, of course, was when trash was collected. 

The house has no central AC so the air felt very stagnant and unhealthy. The multitude of flies and maggots invading the cup of coffee left out didn’t soften the picture. The dishes left in the dishwasher were covered in black mold and the house we had pretty much had a day to move in still needed several necessities including groceries. To top it off, we all had no clean clothes and the house lacked a dryer. Oh, and there was no wifi. 

As we pushed the last cart of supplies and pest control products into the house that night, the respect we all had for our parents had probably never been so high. 

Wednesday - Settling in

Today we went to our Term 1 classes for the first time. It was one of the two classes I shared with Joe. The professor was passionate about his subject. After class, we met some Brits and followed their lead to an on-campus bar for a pint and a round of pool for lunch.

That night, the friends we traveled to New Zealand with came over and we threw our thongs on for a stroll to the beach and then enjoyed some late-night Mac’ers. (G’day)

Thursday

Joe and I went to surf at Bondi Beach today. We also got wind of this 5-day long party pass that caters to UNSW students and gets you into venues around the city each night. That night became yet another Ivy Thursday. A night I could’ve, maybe, sworn was better than before.

Friday - Storms and Shows

Joe has been harping on about this show for a while called Dark. It’s a German series on Netflix that sucked all of us in from the start. We ended up binging the show most of the day, baking cookies and long-winded wifi technical support calls being the only things to puncture our routine. 

Saturday - I Love beautiful Sunset Days

We took another trip to the Blue Mountains, this time we went to the town of Wentworth Falls and took the trail down to the base of the waterfalls. We spent most of the day dipping into the naturally eroded pools and basking in the sun on the nearby dry rocks. 

Then the sky shifted and we opened our eyes to massive raindrops picking up and falling with a quickening intensity, before we knew it we were in the valley of the blue mountains during a full-on thunderstorm. We quickly got to the other side and slowly made our way back up and out of the trail. Towards the top, we found shelter in a naturally protected inlet carved out of the side of the mountain while the storm passed. It also gave us an incredible view of the valley below. We got to see the full water cycle in action… when the rain stopped the clouds cleared and then clouds started to form right over the bottom of the valley and could be seen floating upwards to reform for a later storm. Mind blown. The storm’s departure left the sky clear for a spectacular sunset. 

Sunday - Running a house is hard

Today was the day of solutions (at last). We finally got the wifi up and online, the massive heaps of trash and its inhabitants were carted off by a trash collection agency we scheduled (caved into ordering), and the weekly rent-a-dryer service delivered a dryer. We also had a full-standing AC unit dropped off by a Facebook Marketplace seller. Our next problems were the fuses for the outlets constantly being blown by all of the devices connected to them, namely when the AC unit and dryer were plugged in and turned on. And there was the problem of next to no cleaning supplies, specifically those strong enough to clean the artificial turf of rat poo. 

But the battle had been won and so we celebrated our progress with a day on the beach. Except when a storm moved in, it left a long line for the busses… so we tried to bike.

That night my friend Sam and I went to see Dr. Andrew Huberman give his talk on the mind-body contract and then opened up the floor to a Q&A.

The takeaways that stuck with me were the instant stress relief nervous system mechanism we can all tap into and the Body Still, Mind Awake practice. The first happens when we take a deep breath into our nose and then take another inhale and then breathe out through our mouth. The second is a method he’s found that creatives across history have used to varying degrees, from Einstein stopping his walks abruptly, as he found his thinking would change based on the lack of incorporation of movement, to Rick Rubin taking a daily hour-long lie down where he keeps his mind active and thinking in full sentences while keeping his body completely still. 

Monday

Time to seriously catch up on school. I’m writing this blog in between 4 hour sessions of watching all the lectures I missed on two times speed. Something, anything to mix up all of this watching. 

Have a great week everyone, 

-Grant Touchette

#umichenginabroad #ipewinter24 #australia #ipeunsw #GrantTouchette

[arvinsescape]

Behave.

A/N: This is my first time writing a meaner Dom!Tom so I hope you enjoy and I apologise if it is shite, I will learn eventually. I hope you all enjoy 💕

Summary: Tom golfing does things to you and you decide to tease Tom.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Minors do not engage) (fingering, oral (fem R), orgasm denial. Degradation. Exhibitionism (kinda). Very light choking. Bondage. I think that’s everything.

W/C: 3.1K

You were attending the golfing event with Tom, he’d asked you to come along and you just couldn’t decline. There was something about watching him play golf that got you going, maybe it was the confidence that he had when he was playing. It could even be the way you to watch his muscles bulge when he swung his club, whatever it was, it always got you going. There was rarely a time you’d watch him play golf and not end up hot, bothered and all over him.

Of course you were well aware this would be a little different, photographers were going to be everywhere and that meant you had to behave. You’d have to reign yourself in somehow and refrain from being cheeky, not that you minded, this was also something Tom loved to do and you would always be there to support him.

The morning had started out alright, he hadn’t had the best luck but you were there to support him and give him a pep talk. He loved having you around when he golfed, he liked how well you could tame him when he got angry over not playing well. It wouldn’t look good if he had a temper tantrum on the green in front of fans and journalists.

“It’s okay, you can still pull it back, right?” You said as he approached you after a particularly lousy shot.

“Yeah,” he mumbled as he laced his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze. The sun was coming up properly now, clouds shifting and the temperature rose as they did. It was so hot, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your forehead as you walked up the green.

“Fucking hell it’s hot.” You mumbled out and Tom looked at you, playful glint in his eye.

“Take your top off, might help me with my game.” He suggested and you swatted his bicep with your free hand.

“Tom,” you scalded as he laughed at you. You were glad you’d checked the weather and had opted for a pair of shorts and a t shirt.

The morning ended up going better for Tom, he seemingly found his stride and was basking in the fact that he was winning. Every time a hole went his way you found yourself in his arms and feet off the ground, you were doing well to keep your self in check, you hadn’t missed the way he looked. The confidence he was now displaying as he moved around the course, the way he looked every time he took a swing.

“Like what you see?” You heard Harrisons voice as he pulled you from your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re staring.” He pointed out and you laughed.

“Good thing he’s my boyfriend and it won’t be perceived as creepy then.” You joked and Haz laughed as Tom returned to the two of you.

“What?” Tom asked as he took in his best friends grin.

“Nothing, Y/N just likes what she sees.” Haz joked and Tom’s eyes found yours.

“Yeah?” Tom asked as he gave you a knowing look, hands finding your waist as he pulled you into him, your hands finding his chest.

“Yeah.” You confirmed with a smirk and Tom leaned down to kiss your forehead, then cheek before resting his lips against your ear.

“All in good time darling.” He said before taking your lobe between his teeth. That had your heart racing as you let out a sigh of pleasure as his lips kissed up your neck. To anyone else it looked like nothing more than an intimate cuddle, two lovers enjoying each other’s company.

You eventually stepped away from one another, Tom making sure to capture your lips with his own as he did. You were even hotter now, the sun doing nothing to help your state, Harrison noticed your flustered state and smirked as he handed you a bottle of water. You took it from him and chugged down at least half of the bottle whilst Tom lined himself up for his next shot.

“Take it I’m better off not going back to my hotel room when we’re finished up here?” Harrison smirked and you looked at him in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked and Haz scoffed.

“Oh come on, I’ve lived with the two of you, I’ve been around the world with the two of you. I know when you’re both horny.” He laughed.

“Harrison.” You hissed as you punched his arm, causing him to laugh loudly.

“Listen, you guys have been together for three years, I’m your guys’ best friend, I know when I need to save my ears. You’re both so loud sometimes.” He laughed and you couldn’t help as you bit your lip, embarrassment filling your chest.

“Harrison.” You said firmly and he continued laughing. “We’re not.”

“You are,” he scoffed. “I don’t think you mean to be but you know sometimes I can hear the bed- “

“Okay, Haz I get it.” You said as you cut him off as you both laughed. It wasn’t long before you felt two arms snake around your waist as a club was passed back to Harrison. You leant back into his touch, placing a kiss on his jawline as he squeezed you into him, you were aware of the many flashes going off around you but couldn’t find yourself to care.

“Careful.” Tom muttered as you shifted slightly in his grasp, your backside brushing against his crotch. “Don’t want to start that now, I have a game to win.” He said lowly and you smirked as you not so innocently shifted again. His arm tightening around your waist as his lips found your ear. “Darling.” He said, voice husky and commanding. “Behave.”

You looked at him innocently as you turned in his hold, his gaze darker and stern, he only used those eyes between the sheets and you wondered how far you could push him, what he’d do if you did. The thoughts swirled around your mind as Tom placed a kiss to your temple, hands on your waist giving a squeeze before he stepped back. You missed his touch instantly as he took a seat in a chair that was placed in one of the tents.

“Come here.” He said quietly, hand extending for you to take and you did as he pulled you down and into his lap. Your legs draped across his thighs as his arms fell around your waist, the position had you feeling hot, thoughts of the numerous times he’d had you in this position as he coaxed you towards orgasm with his fingers. Fuck.

“I have four more holes to play, think you can behave long enough for me to finish my game?” He said into your ear and you shivered as you placed your head back on his shoulder.

“But teasing you is so fun.” You admitted and Tom huffed out a laugh.

“Behave.” He said and you felt yourself growing wet. You shifted slightly in the chair, completely on purpose, but to the unknowing eye it looked innocent. Tom’s hands moved to your waist as he halted your movements. “Stop it.” Tom hissed and you felt him grow slightly hard beneath you. You attempted to shift your hips again but Tom’s hands prevented you from doing so. “Oh darling, you really really don’t want to do this.” He said into the shell of your ear.

“Oh but I really do Tom.” You said, all rational thoughts leaving your head as the excitement of him taking you set in.

“I don’t think you do.” He hummed in response.

“What are you going to do Tom?” You teased, well aware he couldn’t punish you in front of this crowd.

“You might not want to find out.” He whispered before nipping your neck and you had to hold in a moan. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he subtly licked the area to soothe it.

**

It was a long four games, it felt like forever had passed by the time he’d finished, winning the game completely. He cheered as he did, eyes finding yours and you saw the want in them, the want for you. They were still dark, your teasing hadn’t ceased, every opportunity you had you’d subtly get him going. Kisses placed to his sweet spot, subtly grinding against him, it was all getting the two of you riled up.

You knew your underwear was completely damp, the material soaked as you thought about what he was going to do to you when you fell into the hotel room. He celebrated for a while, signing autographs and taking pictures until he was told he was able to head back to the hotel room. Which he did instantly, hand finding yours as he led you through the lobby of the hotel. Harrison and Harry had opted to go out for the afternoon, they had both picked up on the tension.

As soon as the lift doors shut, you found yourself pressed against the side of it, Tom’s hand finding your thigh as he hoisted it up his leg. His lips finding yours as he pulled you in for a kiss, it was desperate, needy as he sucked your bottom lip, grazing his teeth over it as he dove straight back in. Tongues clashing as he ground his hips into yours causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Such a needy little brat aren’t you?” He chuckled slightly as his fingers dipped into your shorts and felt how wet you already were for him. “Not even touched you yet and you’re already soaked.” He said as the lift dinged to say you’d reached your floor, you were breathless as Tom pulled away, pulling you down the corridor and into your hotel room.

It wasn’t long before your back found the door and his lips were back on yours, desperate pants and whines leaving your lips as you tried to grind your hips into his.

“So desperate for my cock aren’t you? Couldn’t behave yourself for a morning could you?” He said and you felt yourself grow hotter with his words, desperate for something from him.

“Tom, please.” You begged him and he pulled back to look at you, hand finding your jaw as he forced you to keep eye contact with him.

“What?” He asked, “what is it you want?” He asked as his thumb slipped into your mouth. Your tongue finding the digit as you sucked it, watching as Tom’s eyes darkened further. “Tell me what you want.” Tom demanded as he pulled his thumb from your mouth causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Touch me Tom, please.” You begged pathetically and Tom chuckled as his hand slipped as he placed it around your neck, carefully, not too much pressure.

“But you’ve been such a brat, I told you didn’t want to tease me. I don’t think you deserve for me to touch you.” He said and you whined again as you reached out for him, his free hand catching it as he pinned it to the wall beside you. “What makes you think you should get your own way?” He asked as his breath fanned your face.

“Please, Tom. I promise I’ll behave.” You begged, your body aching for his touch by this point.

“You weren’t behaving when you were trying to get me hard in public. That would have been a real problem for me, all those people around. I warned you multiple times princess, why should I believe you want to behave now?” He asked, he was so close, every part of him was close but he wasn’t giving you anything, he wasn’t caving.

“I will, I promise, let me prove it to you.” You said and he pulled back as if in thought and you wondered what he’d have in store for you.

“Get on the bed.” He demanded as he let you go, you immediately obeyed, crawling onto the bed as you laid in the middle of it. You were hot, hotter than you’d been all day, despite the air con that was seemingly having no effect on your blazing skin. Tom fished around in his suitcase for a moment before he pulled out a grey object, your heart beating with anticipation.

He joined you on the bed, stripping you of all your clothing. His golf cap had been removed as soon as you stepped foot into the room, his curls just begging to have your hands in them. He hovered over you as you awaited his next instruction, you were completely bare beneath him whilst he was still fully clothed. Something about the vulnerability of your position making your heart pound and your walls clench.

“Arms up.” He commanded.

“But Tom-“ You began to protest but he stopped you, your body was desperate to feel him, anything he would give you’d take at this point. This was one of the many reasons you loved riling him up, the pleasure you’d receive afterwards was mind blowing. Sex with Tom was always amazing but when you teased him he’d make you work for it and you loved it.

“I thought you said you were going to behave. Or are we in a bratty mood today Y/N?” He asked and you instantly shook your head as you raised your arms above them. It wasn’t long before you were tied to the bed, arms secure above you. “Now are you going to be a good girl for me? Take what I give you?” He asked with a knowing look and you nodded furiously as he kissed your cheek.

“Safe word?” He asked, a little more seriously into your ear, there had been the odd occasion where the restraints had been too much, too tight or you just weren’t feeling them in the way you usually did.

“Red.” You confirmed and he kissed your cheek again.

“Good girl” he said. His hand travelled down your body, stopping as he cupped your wet cunt. “You are such a desperate little thing, all wet and ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you. Do you want me to touch you princess?” He asked, eyes finding yours and you nodded in response. “Words Y/N, come on, you know how this works. What do you want?”

“Anything Tom, I just want you to touch me.” You said as you raised your hips from the bed slightly. Tom was quick to pin them back to the mattress as he tutted at you.

“What do you think you deserve? My fingers, tongue? Certainly not my cock, not until you start behaving.”

“Your fingers.” You panted out as your hands pulled on your restraints, to no avail, you were bound tightly to the bed frame. Tom hummed in response as he traced his fingers up your figure, stopping to play with your nipple that coaxed a gasp from your lips. He tugged on the hardened bud before bringing his lips down to encase it. Flicking his tongue against it as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

“Fucking love these.” Tom muttered as he placed his lips at the top of your breast and sucked harshly. It caused you to squirm beneath him, the sensation going straight to your already wet core, the pleasure of finally being touched had you moaning. “Stay still.” He commanded and you tried your hardest to, using every bit of your will power to behave for him. “Good girl.” He said as he listened to your pants and moans, he pulled back after a while and looked down at you.

“All mine.” He said and you knew when you looked in the mirror you’d find his mark. He ran his fingers back down your figure, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, he’d gotten you completely riled up, you were under his control completely now and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His fingers found your entrance as he teased it, finger lightly pressing into it as he got his finger wet with your arousal.

His finger found your clit as he began to rub it in a figure eight motion, you moaned almost pathetically at the contact. Your body reacting instantly to his touch.

“Does my little brat enjoy watching me play golf?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit.

“Yes.” You moaned out as you threw your head back at the pleasure coursing through you. He slowed his movements, he was rubbing torturously slow now. He was face to face with you now, hand planted next to your head as he hovered over you, his tight golf shirt leaving nothing to your imagination. You could see everything, as his bicep bulged from the weight of holding himself up.

“Such a whore for me on the golf course aren’t you?” He asked as he slowly sped up his movements. “Bet you’d have got on your knees and sucked my cock if I’d have asked wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Tom.” You moaned out and he breathed out a laugh.

“Always so fucking needy for me when I’m playing, just can’t behave can you?” He asked and you felt your orgasm approach.

“You just look so good Tom, I can’t help it.” You moaned out and Tom continued to work you towards an orgasm. “Tom, please. I need your tongue.” You moaned as he was kissing your neck, more than likely making another mark on your skin. He moved down your body, eyes connecting with you own as he went.

“I want you to look at me. Nowhere else, me.” He demanded, his tone sending pleasure straight through you. Accent thick from how turned on he was by this point. He moved his fingers and placed his tongue around your clit as you looked down at him, not daring to break eye contact. He placed his finger inside you and groaned against your clit when he felt your walls clench around it. “Such a greedy thing, taking everything I give you.” He said as he placed a second finger into you.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, hands pulling against the restraints as you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes never left yours as he sucked and flicked at your clit, free arm pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed beneath him. A layer of sweat was now covering your skin. You were so close.

“Tom I’m gonna- “You started but before you could finish your sentence he withdrew from you, placing kisses up your body. “Tom what?” You choked out, as he placed a kiss on your jawline and then cheek before hovering his lips over your own.

“I need a shower.” Tom spoke, breathe hitting your face and you looked up at him in disbelief.

“But Tom.” You began to protest until he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I told you not to tease me baby. I warned you, more than once and you still wouldn’t behave, this is your punishment for being a brat. Now behave whilst I shower and then we’ll see about that orgasm, yeah?” He spoke as he placed a final kiss to your lips and stood leaving you. You were so sexually frustrated by this point, a denied orgasm only adding to the feeling.

“Please Tom, don’t take too long.” You begged as you watched him open the en-suite door.

“Oh darling, I plan to take my sweet time about it.” He said as he placed the fingers that had been inside you into his mouth with a wink.

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[luimagines]

Waking Up Next to Him

Masterlist

Set platonically and within the adventure. It’s long so it goes under the cut!

Time

The bright sunlight winked just beyond your eyelids at an blinding angle. Your back was against warm though and was surprisingly comfortable despite the growing ache in your neck. There’s a weight over your shoulder, pinning you in place but doesn’t dig in. A thrown blanket is covering your body and the secret weight, even if half of it has ended up on the forest floor. You’re too tired to think of what the weight can be. All you know is that it’s comfortable and you don’t feel like moving. A heartbeat passes and the solid form on which you lay shifts. 

A groan.

More shifting.

Heat flushes your face slightly as you resign to get up, trying to play the whole cool, once you realize what, or rather who you passed out against.

“Mornin’ Time.”

Your pillow takes a minute to assess the situation.

It’s early, none of the others are up yet. Too tired from the journey the day prior, but the resident chef wakes up the earliest to cook breakfast on time. He’s asleep now but won’t be for long. You thank the stars and your luck that you woke up before him. No pictures for him to take this time.

Time grins, seemingly unbothered by the events and sighs good naturedly. “Good morning.”

Twilight

It was a cold night. They told you it would be. Both your traveling companions and the breeze as you settled with the day’s end.

But you couldn’t have guessed how cold it turned out to be.

Sleep didn’t come easy. Discomfort and shivers kept you awake. Your blankets were warm but not warm enough. At some point, in the middle of the night, you gain the warmth your tired brain was waiting for before drifting off to sleep. 

When you wake, you can’t breath.

Hairs tickle your mouth and nose and there’s a large and heavy being on top of you. At first you think it’s Wind because the shape is much to large to be four but smaller than some of your other companions.

Further analysis and you realize that it’s not hair but fur, that’s threating to enter your lungs and the color of the material seems awfully familiar.

“...Wolfie, I love you but you’re killing me. Get off.” You weakly push the beast away, not coherent enough to move your limbs and piece together how to be a functioning human yet.

The creatures blinks up at you, having just woken up as well and notices your open eyes. A yawn and crushed ribbed where he stepped to get off later and your freedom has been duel earned.

You take a breath of relief and grin, only now noticing the cold with the rising sun to be a little more barrable than the previous night.

“Thanks buddy, you’re a walking heater. I probably would have been a popsicle if it hadn’t been for you.” He nods in acknowledgment and swiftly turns away before you can reach behind his ears to thank him properly.

You look up and see Wild and Time already awake, not talking. Warrior looks to just have woken like you today. Not unusual but welcoming nonetheless. Wind and Sky probably won’t wake up for another hour or two and Hyrule and Four always wake up a little after them. No one knows for sure when Legend will get up because its never consistent and Twilight seems to be missing as well.

The ranch hand emerges from the tree line seconds after you realize he was gone to begin with. He smiles at you and waves in greeting.

You wave back and try to dust the wolf hairs off of your clothes.

You missed Twilight’s subtle smirk.

Warrior

It was a hard fight and not a safe place to stay put but the dungeon left you with little option. Separated from the group and low on provisions and healing items, you and Warrior realize that your both running low on fumes. Taking refuge in a secluded corner, hopefully far away from any potential monsters and threats, you rest.

Waking up is hell.

Sleeping back to back was probably not the best idea but neither of you wanted to risk an ambush. Shifts were supposed to be taken but given that you both fell asleep says something about your energy levels and the previous fights.

Your neck hurts, your legs are sore, your butt and hips are not thanking you for the treatment and everything ache will familiar but expected battle wounds. None major but each one takes its toll.

“You up?” Warrior stands up as if he wasn’t bleeding from the shoulder yesterday and he also didn’t sleep sitting for who knows how many hours.

“I am clearly sitting Captain.” You mutter. “I am not up. I refuse to be up.”

“You know as well as I do that we have to get to the others. What if they need help?”

“I’d argue we need the help. Everything hurts. We have no fairies and there’s more dungeon ahead of us with obviously more enemies and traps and puzzles...” The puzzles... were the worst. “Just five more minutes....Please?”

Warrior says your name in a way a tired mother tries to get her stubborn child to listen to reason. His face twists at the idea and when he attempts to look over his shoulder to check your surroundings, it instead contorts in a pained grimace.

So his shoulder pain was still there after all.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

Sky

As expected, Sky goes down for the count within the first few minutes of the mandated lunch break. Unfortunately after a rumble or two and strange smoke coming from the distance that decidedly wasn’t there when you first arrived, the group decided to investigate.

Legend goes to shake Sky’s shoulder in an attempt to wake him but it’s all in vain.

Sticks are drawn after a long and loud argument about what to do and yours in the shortest.

Everyone else goes to check out the commotion and you are stuck with babysitting duty. It’s not bad all things considered- he’s asleep- no actual babysitting happening. But part of you can help but grumble about missing the action so you sit non too gently next to him and decidedly not pout.

Your stomach is full and the sun light begins to feel heavy and warm and nice.

Your eyes close before you can fight it.

Some time later, you’re shaken awake. Adrenaline fills your system instantly but upon seeing the laughing face of Sky himself, you remember yourself and only marginally resist the urge punch him.

“Feel better?” You ask instead.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He chuckles and points to his chin.

You wipe across the area and your hands comes back wet, cold and covered in drool. 

“You saw nothing.”

“Oh sure, but Wind did.”

Great.

Now it’s on his pictobox. That’s blackmail material in his favor, you suppose and refuse to acknowledge it further.

Wild

When you wake up, it’s still dark. Not even close to sunrise.

The fire burns bright and warm throughout the area but it’s not the fire that’s keeping you warm.

You also find out you can’t move.

You crane your head slightly to find long hair draped over your shoulder and a familiar scarred ear belonging to the resident champion.

He wrapped around you completely, hugging you tightly and pining you down with a leg to boot. 

You attempt to shimmy out but his grip tightens instead.

You sighed and watch as Twilight comes into view. He crouches closer and squats on Wild’s side, whispering to you. “Do you need help getting out? I can wake him to take over Hyrule’s shift for the night.”

You take a minute to rethink about your position. It’s not painful. The opposite actually. It feel nice. You’ve seen Wild cling to who ever he can get his hands on when he sleeps so you’re not surprise. 

You don’t need to pee or leave anytime soon anyway.

“No, I think I’m good actually.” You reply, whispering as well. “Let him sleep, it’s been a day for everyone.”

Twilight nods and leaves, but not without looking back once or twice in case you changed your mind.

You shimmy back in place and allow yourself to be held by your friend. 

Sleep comes easier this time.

Hyrule

Gentle fingers card through your hair. Warmth, magic and the unusual feeling of safety plague your mind. Confusion hits you but the alarm that typically follows never comes.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re awake.” A voice fills your ears. It’s muffled and must have been quiet to begin with because you can’t make out who said it yet. 

Organizing your thoughts feels like traveling through knee high mud.

Your eyes blink open and the light comes through.

The Traveler is leaning over you, thankfully blocking out most of the sun from immediately assaulting you. 

“Hyrule?”

“You had us worried for a minute.” He visually sags with relief, a tired smile on his face and leans back. “You took quite a hit.”

Your head feels swollen but as Hyrule continues to push your hair back it dissipates as time passes. Your thoughts clear and with his help, you sit up.

A hand places itself by your temple. It takes a half second before you realize it’s yours.

It comes back covered in dried blood.

Sky runs over after tending to Four with what looks like a bloodied wet cloth. He sits down slowly and begins to clean your head in a familiar fashion.

“Thank you. Both of you.” You tired voice comes through and a worn out smile follows soon after.

“Anytime.”

Wind

It’s nice day. 

According to some people.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the sun nowhere to be seen. It pours cats and dogs and the only cover for miles is a lone cave where your group currently takes up residence. Everyone’s wet and your clothes feel heavy and cold. No one is happy. 

Wild, Twilight and Legend dive deeper, intending to check out if any monsters reside in the cave.

Hyrule insisted on traveling with them but Warrior’s concussion and Time’s bleeding leg call for further attention and Legend claims to have more magic restorative potions than healing potions.

He stays behind.

Four and Sky take over the food while he’s distracted, trying to make a half decent meal before he intervenes.

Wind is groaning, sore and bored but otherwise unharmed.

You don’t make any comments at your own pain, biting your tongue and taking a deep breath. As you lean against the stone wall, Wind stomps up next to you and sits down with purpose.

“I could’ve gone with them.” He slams his fist into his cheek with his elbow on his knee.

“But you didn’t. It’s not so bad.” You said.

“They didn’t want me to go.”

“You’ll live.”

“I’m just as good as them you know.”

“I know and you make a better pillow.” You says, throwing yourself sideways with your head landing on his lap. He squawks indignantly and attempts to push you off but you hold on. “Sorry, you make the best pillow.”

“NOOOO!”

“YEEEESSS!”

“Nooooo.” Wind keeps his hands on your back but you’ve misjudged your exhaustion. You’re out in seconds.

A moment passes.

“Hey, hey, hey.... wake up. You have to eat.” A small hand shakes your shoulder.

“Hm?” You blinked tiredly. There’s a bowl if front of your face and you don’t hesitate to grab it. “Thanks.”

“You’re heavy.” A voice calls from behind. The owner lets you take the bowl and begins to gently push you off into a sitting position. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“It was supposed to be a joke but thanks for letting me sleep.” You admit and smile at the pirate. 

“You trapped me.” He pokes your side, trying to look annoyed but falling flat. There’s a joke in there somewhere. You’re missing something.

The others have come back while you were out of it, all either have hidden smiles or failing to hide their shaking shoulders and snickers.

Curious and a little self conscious you looks into the provided meal, your reflection greeting you as always.

A lightbulb goes off over your head.

“DID YOU DRAW ON MY FACE?!”

Four

There’s a force dragging you down but there’s two arms under you.

It’s very concerning for a moment but then....the size of them catches up to you.

Your head snaps up and comes face to face with a very surprised Four.

“Hello.”

“...Hi.”

“Lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think?””

“You’re leading with that?” Four snorts and continues walking, unbothered by your weight in his arms.

“How...?” You trail off trying to find the right words to explain what happening to you. You don’t feel any pain and nothing feels injured....but the lack of memories is a little concerning.

“How am I holding you?” Four smirks as he guesses incorrectly. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“I was going to ask how did I fall unconscious. I don’t remember anything. I’m more surprised by that than the fact that you’re holding me despite being half my size.” You blinked and try to keeping searching through your memory.

Nothing comes up.

“Wizrobe.” Four answers causally with a shrug. “It caused some chaos, fought another wizrobe and you got caught in the cross fire between the two of them before we could intervene. Their attacks canceled each other out well enough that you weren’t actually injured but uhh..... Well I suppose you’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“Four.” You glare in warning.

“Maybe don’t look at your reflection for a while. Legend, Twilight and Hyrule all agree that it’ll fade with time but...”

“What are you talking about? What happened to me?” You sit up a little in his grip, Your arm reach over his shoulders and something wrong catches your eyes.

Your skin is green.

Your shocked silence stills your entire body. Four winces once he follows your eye line and stops to place you on your own feet.

“It could be worse?”

You stare a little while longer and look back to Four with hopeful eyes. “Think you can knock me out again?

He’s not amused.

Legend

You blissfully wake up for the first time in a week. 

It’s been an easy week in terms of travel and attacks so the boys take it upon themselves to cause trouble and it hasn’t been merciful to your sleep schedule.

They are the very incarnation of that thing your hometown friend used to say. How did it go again? If there’s no trouble then I’ll create it? Something along those lines.

But this is different and you don’t plan on wasting it.

You close your eyes and attempt to go back to sleep while you can but hushed voices reached your ears, keeping you awake before you can tune them out.

“Should we wake them?”

“You know how Legend is. He can be as bad as Sky and he had a rough night to boot.”

“But he’s right on top of them and they promised to show me how to fight in hand to hand combat.”

“You have all day for that and they didn’t say it was going to be today.”

“But I‘m excited! I want to start as soon as possible.”

“Will you idiots keep it down?” A voice by your shoulder speaks up. It lacks the usual snark it posses but the intention for venom is there. “Some people took double shifts last night. Shut up.”

You breath a small sigh of relief as the voices abruptly cut off and don’t return for a long minute.

The body next to you stills.

Three heartbeats pass and the unnoticed weight gets off of you.

You pretend to be asleep still, not wanting him to push you away so early in your relationship. He’s just started to get used to you.

You’re determined to be his friend before everything ends.

He’s determined to avoid that.

It’s been a battle of wills.

An unstoppable force meets an unmovable object.

But this could tip the scales in his favor if you fail to play it off correctly.

“No one say anything.” Legend hisses. “Not. One. Word.”

You make the mistake of stretching. 

“You’re up! You’re up! You’re up!” Wind practically pounces on you, knocking his name sake out of your lungs and demolishing any chances for a peaceful morning. “We can start now!”

“Can I eat first at least?” You groan out, not bothering to fight him off.

“Wind. Off.” Time calls out and the boy follows the command without question. He quickly kneels by your side though, practically vibrating on the spot.

You sit up and look around.

Looks like you were the last one up.

“Morning everybody.” You smile. You glance at Legend who unluckily has the tips of his ears tinted red. His arms are crossed and he’s avoiding looking at you, even greeting you as the rest of the group return your call.

You smirk. “Good morning Legend. Did you sleep well?”

He huffs and turns away completely, taking a few steps to leave.

You get to your feet, shadowed by Wind and head to take your share of the food from Wild.

A beat passes without any words exchanged and you tilted your head innocently at the Veteran. You refuse to let it be awkward between you so you pretend you know nothing.

The blush travels down his ears to his face and neck. “I did. Thanks for asking.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #this one is a long one #but they're all going to be like this #when I started this I thought I would be biased #and it would easy to tell who were my favoites #but I was pleasantly surprised. by the end

[tascha-schwarz]

Imagine… John Dutton comforting you after you tell him Beth doesn’t like you

Standing on the porch in the gray of twilight, a little chilled in cold November air, you enjoyed one of the last evenings that still preserved impressive beauty of local landscapes. A few more days, and nothing would be left of this fairytale picture but gloom and dampness. So sad. Of course, the reason for your sadness laid deeper than grieving over a change of seasons. It was all due to the riot in your soul, which made you oversensitive about the surrounding, and these dark clouds on the horizon seemed so untimely.

You were waiting for John, you missed him so much during the day. You believed that once you found yourself in his strong arms, dissolved in his warmth, all the bad thoughts would wear away.

The sun has already gone down. John’s been absent for too long. Your eyes were on the road.

Finally, headlights appeared in the distance, and your heart speeded up. As the truck approached, you recognized the silhouette of John’s pickup. You felt relieved that he was back at last and at the same time excited to see him.

While John was parking, you stepped off the porch, wrapping yourself in the flaps of your jacket.

John smiled when he saw you. So much warmth in his gaze, so much tenderness. All your problems seemed to fade into thin air. Smiling in return, you slowly walked towards him.

“Hello, my dear,” John drew you into his embrace and you crossed your arms on his back, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes with a peaceful sigh. There was no place on Earth you’d feel safer.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered, snuggling into his chest, so that your words blurred into indistinct mumble, but he understood you perfectly. John kissed the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. You made him so happy.

He pulled away a little to look you in the eyes, but something in your expression set him alert.

“Is everything fine? You look upset.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled softly, grateful for his advertency. It touched your heart that he always noticed even the slightest change in your mood. But you didn’t want to bother him. “I’m just glad that you’re finally home. I hate it when you leave for the whole day.”

John had no doubt you were glad to see him, had no doubt you hated it when he left, but he didn’t believe everything was fine. He frowned.

“Let it out.”

Keeping back the truth was useless – he caught you. You respected him too much to try his patience, so you resigned you’d have to confess.

“Shall we go inside?”

“And you tell me everything,” he insisted.

You remained in your jacket when you entered the house. Only now you realized how much you froze.

“God. How long have you been standing there?” John started rubbing your hands.

His care brought you to tears sometimes. You couldn’t help smiling as he tried to warm you up. Seeing his focused face, you felt warmth spreading through your body, this warmth arose right from inside your heart reaching your soul while your hands – to John’s displeasure – still remained cold.

“So, what happened while I was gone?” he set you down on the sofa by the fireplace and took a seat beside you, half a turn, to be able to look you in the eyes – they can’t lie.

“It started much earlier, John,” you admitted. “From that very day I suppose, when you introduced me to Beth. She doesn’t like me.”

“But just today she told me the opposite,” smiling softly, John took your hand in supportive gesture.

His words surprised you. This morning you had an unpleasant conversation with his daughter.

“She said she approved my choice,” John couldn’t take his eyes off you, admiring how beautiful you were. “Of course, you should understand that I don’t give a shit whether she approves you or not,” he grinned, stroking your cheek, “it’s not the issue that needs her opinion. But I’m sure she spoke sincerely. I know my daughter. But I also know how intolerable she can be.”

“Oh yes, she can!” you felt easier at heart.

“What did she tell you?” John frowned again.

“It’s the little things. Anyway, it wasn’t pleasant.”

“You should’ve told me. I would remind her where’s her place.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want to cause a conflict between you and your daughter. Please don’t tell Beth, I beg you, John!”

“Come here,” John sank on the backrest pulling you to himself. You laid your head on his shoulder and relaxed in his arms. You wished you could sit like this forever.

John’s lips touched your forehead. You felt his breath on your face. “I’ll talk to her.”

He met your worried look with a soft smile. “No conflicts, sweetheart, I promise,” he gently caressed your temple.

John leaned in a little more, and all your troubles dispelled in a kiss. His hot palm on your neck, his fingers in your hair. He was so close, and you knew he was on your side. All thoughts left your head, only delightful sensation of his lips on yours remained and pleasant little flutter inside which followed with it.

#john dutton #john dutton x reader #yellowstone #kevin costner

[iamfruitie]

Anything for You, My Prince

Thank you @voonespelle for this donation request of some spicy Yanois I hope you enjoy it!

Anything for You, My Prince

Yancy found himself pacing the living room of the Iplier Manor, looking at the front door and then out the window and then at the front door again; only ever seeing the beginning of a setting sun. Illinois was due to come back from a trip over a day ago. Illinois was rarely ever late from his expeditions and the few times he was, he’d find a way to send a letter or something to let them know all was well. 

“He’ll be back soon.” Dark’s voice came from behind him. 

“He was supposed to be back yesterday and in an hour it’ll be two days.” Yancy didn’t turn around, keeping his eyes on the door. 

“He’s just running late, I’ve yet to hear word of a problem.” Yancy knew that tone in Dark’s voice, it was his ‘I don’t like it when you worry’ voice.

“Yous yet to hear word of anything from him.” Yancy huffed, finally turning when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“I got you a new sketch pad,” Dark said as a suggestion to get Yancy away from the waiting.

“Ma, yous can’t bribe me.” 

“What if I said it was one of those really large ones?” There was a slight pause. 

“Yous can bribe me a little.” He slipped away from Dark, heading straight for his room and not seeing Dark roll his head before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. 

Yancy opened his bedroom door and saw they fairly large sketch pad on his bed, it was the size of his pillow. He also saw that Dark had gotten him a new set of drawing pencils. Yancy couldn’t help the little smile he had when he saw the gifts, knowing it was Dark’s way of showing that he cared since words like that weren’t the easiest for him. 

With a sigh, Yancy picked up the pencils and sketch pad and carried them over to his desk. A quick drawing would relax him and let him focus on something else for a bit. He flipped to a random page in his wild animal book that was a gift from Illinois when he mentioned wanting to work on drawing animals more. Flipping through the pages more as he sat down, Yancy eventually stopped on a picture of a baby chimp, it sticking out to him.

Yancy had only gotten to the basic layout of the picture when he heard a soft chuckle behind him. That got Yancy to stop, turn and then perk up when he saw who was at the door. 

“Hello, handsome~” Illinois was leaning against the doorframe.

“Illy!” Yancy got to his feet and rushed over, hugging Illinois. “Yous-” Yancy stopped himself and leaned back, face turning to anger. “Yous didn’t say anything!” 

“I got a little…tied up where I was.” Illinois leaned and kissed Yancy’s forehead. Yancy scrunched his face and moved away, crossing his arms in a pout. 

“I’m still upset with yous.” 

“I’m sure I can fix that.” Illinois hummed, reaching into the satchel bag he had on his shoulder. “I got you a little something.” He let the bag drop and he went over to Yancy. 

“Yous got me…” Yancy’s voice trailed off when he saw what Illinois was holding. A beautiful crown with freshly polished jewels that reflected in the light. “That’s beautiful,” Yancy commented as Illinois placed the crown on his head. 

“A fitting crown for my one and only prince.” Yancy felt that new nickname bring a warmth to his face that also traveled straight down.

“Oh?” Illinois caught that reaction. “Does someone like being called ‘prince’?” 

“I-I-” Yancy couldn’t find words, watching Illinois close and lock the bedroom door. 

“Your knight has been gone for a long time, hasn’t he?” Illinois took his signature hat off and hung it on the doorknob before making his way back to Yancy. 

“My knight?” That got Yancy to giggle a little, gladly moving closer to Illinois when a hand went on his lower back. 

“My poor prince had to sleep alone for several nights, with no one to help keep him warm.” Illinois kissed Yancy's neck, happily humming when Yancy hugged him and showed that he wanted him to be even closer. 

“I was so cold.” Yancy played along or at least tried his best to since his voice shook. He always forgot how to function when Illinois’ hands were on him and right now they were squeezing at his hips.

“Oh, my poor, poor prince.” Illinois slipped one of his hands under Yancy’s shirt, having it slowly slide its way up the curve of Yancy’s back. “What can your loyal knight do to make it up to you? I’d do anything for my prince.” 

“Anything?” Yancy couldn’t help another giggle from coming out when Illinois pressed his hips fully flushed against his own and he could feel how worked up Illinois already was and Illinois likely felt the same thing. 

“Anything~”

“Make me forget how to think.” Yancy yelped when that got Illinois to wrap the hand he had on his hip around his thighs and lift him. Illinois carried him to the bed and plopped him down, getting a laugh from Yancy. 

“You don’t need to worry about lifting a finger, my prince.” Illinois adjusted the crown on Yancy’s head, making sure it was nice and straight and snug on Yancy’s head; not wanting it to easily fall off while they had their fun. “I’ll be sure to give you everything that you’ve asked for, my prince.” Illinois crawled up on the bed as well, slotting himself between Yancy’s legs and loving how red his face was from just his words. That nickname was going to stay and be used so much from now on. 

“Y-Yeah?” Yancy squeaked out as Illinois slowly ran his hands down the sides of his body, fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. 

“Are you underestimating me, my prince?” Illinois was now pushing up Yancy’s shirt, exposing his stomach.

“May-Maybe.” Yancy thickly swallowed, the nickname sending a shiver down his spine every time it was said. 

“Hm?” Illinois gently bit at the crook of Yancy’s neck. “I’ll be sure to prove you wrong, my lovely prince.” Illinois caught Yancy’s lips in a kiss and had his hands go up to Yancy’s chest. Yancy held on to Illinois’ shoulders, eyes closing, fully allowing Illinois to take over. He opened his mouth when Illinois prompted him with a nip at his lower lip, letting out a groan as Illinois used his tongue to add to the kiss and his thumbs were now flicking at his nipples. Illinois swallowed the next groan that came out of Yancy when he started to roll his hips. 

“Illy~” Yancy whispered against Illinois’ lips. Illinois took one of his hands and grabbed at Yancy’s thigh, lifting it and grinding his hips down more. He dipped his head down and sucked red spots onto Yancy’s neck, only getting a few made before Yancy suddenly gasped and arched more against him. 

“My sweet prince.” Illinois chuckled, knowing right away what had happened. “You know you’re allowed to touch yourself while I’m away, right?” 

“I-I just…” Yancy could only stammer. 

“I bet you prefer for your knight to take care of you.” Illinois sat up and slipped off his own shirt, tossing it aside. “And I do love being able to make my prince cum so easily.” He pulled up on Yancy’s shirt and got it off, making sure to not offset the crown on his head. “It means I can get straight to making you feel so good.” 

“I-I do like having my-my knight.” Yancy continued to stammer while Illinois tucked his hands into the band of his pants and started to tug down. Illinois kissed and nipped at Yancy’s hips as he pulled, moving away when couldn’t pull down anymore. He finished getting Yancy’s pants off, tossing them aside as well. Illinois placed his hands on the bed at both sides of Yancy’s waist, looking down at him with a big grin.

“I could spend all of eternity staring at your body, my prince.” Illinois’ grin grew at the squeak that got from Yancy. “Every inch of skin is just perfection.” Illinois placed a hand on Yancy’s thigh and squeezed. “And is so soft to the touch.” Illinois adjusted himself and started to kiss at Yancy’s inner thighs, getting another squeak in response. Illinois took his time, biting, licking, and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Loving how Yancy squirmed and whimpered as he went and gave the other thigh the same treatment. 

“Illy," Yancy whined in protest when Illinois didn’t give attention to what he really wanted and was now reaching into the bedside table. 

“Don’t you fret. Like I said-'' Illinois now held a bottle of lube and he popped it open. “-I’m going to give you everything that you ask for.” Illinois started to coat his fingers with a generous amount of the lube. “Everything that you ask for.” He slipped his hand between Yancy’s legs and started teasing him with a finger. Illinois waited for a second and when he saw the pleading in Yancy’s eyes, he pushed in. Even with the littlest of movement, Yancy was so responsive and Illinois could just pleasure Yancy with his fingers and be forever happy with that.

“I-I-”

“So impatient.” Illinois teased, knowing the phrase Yancy was trying to get out, and pushed in a second finger, gently thrusting them and curling them. 

“Ah~” Yancy moaned out, arching a little as Illinois’ other hand was now stroking his cock and having it match the same pace with his fingers. Yancy didn't know what to do with his hands and had them laying next to his head, unaware that he looked adorable to Illinois like that. 

“Such a lovely prince I have.” Illinois watched the red on Yancy’s neck travel down to his chest and how that same chest heaved with gasps of pleasure. “Every little sound you make is like music to my ears.” Yancy bit his lip, the words added to that wonderful feeling. He was already so close again. “And I know that you taste sweeter than candy.” Illinois ran his tongue along Yancy’s cock, feeling it twitch before he popped the head of it into his mouth. 

“Illinois!” Yancy covered his face with his hands, trying his best to thrust up into Illinois’ mouth but the angle prevented that. Illinois bobbed his head and that gave the feeling Yancy needed.”Fuck!” Yancy cursed when he came again, trembling a little as Illinois swallowed. 

“How’s my prince doing? Does he want more?” Illinois took his fingers out.

“Yes, yes!” Yancy lowered his hands. “Please.” 

“My prince must have really missed me.” Illinois started to pull off his own pants. “And I’ve missed my prince.” He added when he realized how hard he was. “God, how I have missed my prince.” Illinois grabbed the lube bottle and squirted more out, coating his cock with it. 

“I missed yous. I missed yous a lot.” Yancy rambled as Illinois rutted against his ass. 

“I hope it wasn’t just the sex you missed.” Illinois chuckled, giving Yancy a kiss. 

“Far from it.” Yancy laced his fingers through Illinois' hair and kissed him back, only pausing the kiss to gasp from Illinois pushing in, going slowly, inch by inch until he was fully pressed against Yancy. “But it is a bonus.” Yancy’s voice was shaky as he spoke. What little thought he could manage was being strained as he formed sentences. 

“And I’ll make sure it’s a good bonus.” Illinois started to rock his hips. 

“So good~” Yancy tilted his head back while Illinois continued his soft thrusts. “Illy-Illy please.” 

“Anything for my prince.” Illinois bit into Yancy’s shoulder and started to thrust faster, hands going to Yancy’s hips. 

“Sh-Shit.” Yancy cursed, now clinging to Illinois. He dug his nails in, Illinois fucking him harsh and fast, forcing out each breath from his lungs with how hard he slammed into him. 

“Fuck.” Illinois had a bruising grip, barely able to control himself since, he too, hadn’t done anything with his body during his trip. Coming back to Yancy always felt so good when he’d been away. 

Yancy could only gasp now, eyes rolling back as he practically bounced against Illinois. The bed creaked loudly and the bedframe pounded on the wall but neither could hear that over Yancy’s moans, throat starting to ache from it. Yancy felt tears start to swell in his eyes and he almost screamed filthy curses when Illinois went back to stroking him, the pleasure being overwhelming.

“Ah!” Yancy fully yelled this time when it finally hit him, cumming all over his and Illinois’ stomach and his brain started to fog while he was fucked through that final orgasm. Illinois only lasted a few moments before cumming himself grunting loudly as he pushed in as deep as he could.

“God damn.” Illinois panted. “I should be late more often.” 

“Illy~” Yancy looked at Illinois with hazed-over eyes, body still trembling as he started recovering. 

“I got you, my perfect prince.” Illinois kissed Yancy’s forehead. “You just rest and I’ll take care of everything.” 

“Okay,” Yancy just held onto Illinois, finding comfort in the warmth of his body despite being covered in sweat himself. 

“I love you.” Illinois chuckled when Yancy tried to say it back but it just came out as mumbles. He was too far gone to think properly. “Such a cute prince.” 

#nsft #yanois #donation request #thank you again friendo! <3

[1025cherrystreet]

funeral

y/n attends a funeral and feels hopeless after losing her best friend until she meets her late bsf's cousin Harry.

a/n: this is for @harrystylescherry​ Playlist Fic Challenge!!! this is inspired by the song Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. i used the name Phoebe in the story but i wasn't picturing Phoebe Bridgers when I was writing that character, i just liked the name and decided to go with it! but, y'all can picture her however y'all like lol. i went from loving this story to hating it, but i hope y'all like it! any feedback is appreciated!! <3

**despite it being surrounded by depressing matters, it's actually a cute and fluffy story lol! just wanted to point that out because i, myself, kinda avoid reading sad stories

warnings: a LOT of talk about death and dying and funerals, mentions depression/depressive episode?, mentions drugs and alcohol, swearing. i'm ceo of rushing the ending, soz <3 (also, gave up on proofreading lmao)

word count: 8k+ (this is the longest piece i've ever written lol)

Y/N has this dream. Where she's screaming underwater while her friends are waving at her from the shore. She's desperately calling for them, hoping and waiting for them to help, but, seemingly, her friends can't hear... and can't help. Submerged beneath the thrashing waters, her wails fall silent; her familiars deaf to her pleads. The more she struggles to get to the surface for air, the deeper she sinks. Her friends just waving at her as she drifts to the bottom. Every time she jolts awake from these dreams in a sweat stained bed and sticky clothes, she decides to brush it off. Not wanting to think about the problems she needs to face or what she needs to work on. Always concluding that she doesn't need anyone to tell her what it means or overanalyze her life through misplaced visions. Deciding to not believe assumptions made from vague, painful pictures.

As the familiar sinking feeling in her chest starts yet again, Y/N snaps her eyes up at the casket as the sound of her best friend's mother releasing a heart wrenching sob catches her focus.

The contrast of the white roses that lay on top of Phoebe's mahogany stained casket almost glow in the evening light, seeming like a mock to such a somber evening. The way the living looks so effervescent and bright, casting shadows on the less fortunate. The dead never celebrated in such light but rather mourned in dim grief and sadness.

Y/N doesn't like funerals, and not just because her best friend of 10 years is the recipient of this one. She's never cared for them. Believing they're just an excuse to get over the one they are to be honoring, they carry a stigma that everyone in attendance has to cry or you're seen as heartless, while the people who were never close to the deceased are presumed fake for showing emotion. Y/N thinks they're a big joke... with a cruel, cruel punchline.

The sound of despondent music playing and cries ring throughout the cemetery as Phoebe's casket is lowered six feet into the ground. The unchecked emotions start to boil inside of Y/N. Anger boiling deep inside of her quickly reaching its point, anger that stems from betrayal, that stems from hurt, that stems from...loss. She quietly scoffs, shaking her head with a stone cold look, before quickly getting up and walking away from the ceremony as her late friend's uncle, Bill, wraps up his poor excuse of a eulogy.

Phoebe wouldn't have wanted this. She wouldn't have wanted people to cry over her casket, stuck laying in a padded box while people who don't even know the real her, speak of her existence like they were the best of friends. They weren't. She was. Y/N was her best friend. These people don't... didn't know her like Y/N does. It's all bullshit.

In Y/N's quick pace away from the tent around the damp open ground, she spots a bigger gravestone with a stone bench built into it and takes a seat.

She inhales deeply, taking a moment to herself to look up at the sky. The clouds that overcast part of the blue sky drifting farther away from the graveyard as the sun starts making its way to set. She breathes in, the delightful scent of honeysuckle and dewy grass filling her nose before it's tainted by fumes of petrol from the road just on the other side of the cemetery gates behind her. It's so unfair; why of all people did Phoebe have to-

"It's all a joke," A deep accent says to her left.

She almost jumps out of her seat when she turns to the man who took the empty spot next to her. Jesus Christ, where the fuck did he come from? she thinks to herself. He had brown curly hair and green eyes (well, thinking green from what she can gather staring at the side of his face), wearing a black suit with a black button up shirt underneath. Rings clad his fingers and the sunset gleam shines off his cross necklace. She stares wide-eyed at him for a few moments before shaking her head to get out of her daze.

"Huh?" She says when she realizes he had spoken before.

"It's all a big joke," He repeats himself, the British accent more noticeable this time around. His head faced towards the funeral, having not spared a glance at her once this whole time.

She settles back into her seat, shifting her gaze to match his with the group of mourning people in the distance.

"Yeah." Y/N sighs in agreement.

The two of them sit in silence for a moment before Y/N decides to speak. Thinking to herself that if anyone would listen to her thoughts, a man who's also ditching the shitty eulogy would be her best bet.

"They all talk about her as if she was God." She chuckles humorlessly.

He scoffs with a small smirk, "Far from it."

Another wave of silence crashes over them, before Y/N breaks it once again.

"She would've hated this," She whispers, "People she barely even knows crying over her like they had any significance in her life. She probably only talked to five people here. She didn't even like her uncle." She laughs, referencing the man who gave the half-assed eulogy about how Phoebe being such an innocent, bright young girl.

"They're grieving her loss instead of celebrating her life, it's all fucked," He clears his throat before continuing, "Funerals are for the living."

"I hate funerals..." She says in reply.

Glancing at the boy beside her when she hears him digging through his jacket pocket, pulling out a flask.  He takes a sip, and another, before gesturing it to her. Not overthinking it too much, she takes the cool metal bottle and takes a big gulp. Tasting the burn of vodka in her throat and mint from what she supposes is the mysterious strangers mouth.

Handing the flask back she says, "She would've wanted a party. Something where everyone was having fun in her honor, not some substandard funeral full of random people and careless words."

This time he's the one who chuckles humorlessly, "Yeah, she would've wanted everyone t'take shots and dress up in fancy clothes n' wreak havoc on this fucking town,"

Y/N smiles at this because Phoebe really would. Phoebe was the type of person who everyone wanted to be friends with, but also who everyone was scared of. She was mysterious and intimidating (a bit like the man next to her, Y/N thinks). Phoebe was a master at persuasion and could get almost anyone to go on crazy fucking adventures with her. One of Y/N's favorite memories with Phoebe was when they dressed up in wedding dresses they had gotten from a second-hand store and walked down the street yelling random things at strangers, taking turns drinking tequila from a metal water bottle.

"She really was something else, huh?" Y/N says a bit somberly, reminiscing on her late best friend.

"Definitely, a know-it-all," He laughs, bringing the flask up to his mouth.

"Oh, of course, she always thought she was right." She smirks.

"I mean, most of the time she was." He shrugs.  

"Yeah, how did she always know everything?" The two of you laugh, taking turns drinking from the flask.

He shakes his head in disbelief, silence settling over the pair again.

"How did you know her?" He asks, still staring at the gathering of people in the distance.

"...She was my best friend," Y/N responds quietly, still staring out at the sunset.

He hums in return, "You?" She asks as she hands the flask over.

"Her cousin." His rough voice speaks out.

"You're Harry?" She says, less as a question and more in disbelief. Phoebe always mentioned her cousin Harry from England, always telling Y/N of stories they had together getting into reckless shit.

She turns her head to look at him just as he does, "And you're Y/N."

He offers a soft, knowing smile, both having heard countless stories of one another from Phoebe. He leans back and extends his arm on the top of the bench behind her, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off of him.

"I wonder what she'd say to me now. Sitting on a random gravestone in our hometown, drinking out of her cousin's flask, ditching what's supposed to be her remembrance." Y/N says, leaning back on the bench too.

"She would've said, 'quit y'crying, it's a sign of the times' and then would drag your arse t'the nearest pub." He laughs.

She joins in on the soft laughter, shaking her head because she knows that's exactly what she would've said. Phoebe was such a joy to be around, her presence unmatched.

"You know, she always talked about wanting to leave a legacy behind. Most of the time, I just laughed at her, thinking it was just another bizarre thing to come out of her mouth. But, she was always saying she wanted to be remembered as some enigma when she dies..." Y/N recalls the many memories of her and Phoebe staying up til 4am talking. Chills suddenly covering her body, not only from the cool Winter air but because of how Phoebe had talked about her death and now she's actually...dead.

She turns her head to look at Harry and he has a bittersweet smile on his face.

"I think she's accomplished that quite well, hasn't she?" He replies.

"How?" She questions softly with furrowed brows.

"Well, f'starters, her funeral is full of people who never even knew her, or frankly even cared about her, while two emotionless people just got up and stormed away from it t'drink vodka out of a flask on some random person's gravestone." He laughs before tacking on, "Trust me, the people over there are wondering who the hell she was and who she knew, right about now."

She turns her head from the (quite pretty, she thinks) boy to her left, looking at the wake, only to be met with a few people staring back at them.

"Well, I'll be damned," She scoffs. "Of course, the bitch did it." A smile bright on her face, probably the only real grin she's pulled since Phoebe's passing. Her best friends wishes coming true makes her heart warm just a tad, a relief to how cold losing her best friend made it.

"Always able t'make her life seem like an episode of Pretty Little Liars." He says shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

This comment makes Y/N laugh quite loudly, drawing a few — what she could only think were glares — back at her. Wiping a stray tear from her face that fell due to her laughing. The sweet sound coming from her lips only tacking on Harry to join her.

"Oh my god, she practically lived in an indie movie, always the role of the mysterious main character!" She chuckled out, creases forming at the corners of her eyes that Harry has taken a liking to.

As both of their laughter slowly dies out, another silence comes over them; only this time it's almost deafening. It's like the weight of the matter finally settled in.

Harry lets out a deep sigh, staring out at the never ending field of stone. Flowers accompany very few of the many graves; some wilted, some looking fresh, some long gone by now. Name placards littering the ground, all of these lost and forgotten people just decomposing underneath them. People coming and going to visit, only to be forgotten as time goes by, memories fading from their loved ones' mind. He wonders if he could ever forget Phoebe. No, I could never, he thinks to himself. He could never forget the only person that ever truly believed in him and embraced him for being himself.

Deciding he doesn't want to give anymore thought to the painful insight that one day he might forget Phoebe, he asks Y/N something instead.

"Y'wanna get out of here? M'starvin'."

The quiet girl next to him looks his way, his green eyes meeting her's that shine in the last few minutes of orange sunlight. Her eyes are so pretty, he tries to mentally shake that thought out of his head. He can't be hitting on his late cousin's best friend at her funeral, for fuck's sake.

Y/N only nods in response, gathering her bag and phone before standing from the bench. Harry towers over her when he gets up and the observation of how tall her his makes Y/N feel all giddy inside for some reason. Placing the flask back in his suit jacket pocket, he leads the way to a small restaurant nearby. She walks beside him the whole way there, the two of them just quietly observing everything around them.

***

The crisp, cool air passes through, goosebumps creeping up their arms as they sit in the outside seating of a small restaurant. Comfortable silence wraps them up and spits them out as their minds explore all the vast depths of their troubled minds, giving them time for their treacherous thoughts to eat at their sanity bit by bit.

"Phoebe told me once," Y/N cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the scratchy feeling from not using it. Harry's green eyes moved to her from his observance of the lonely street they're next to as she spoke softly. "She told me the only time she truly felt alive was when she made decisions that were reckless and spontaneous. She said living her life precariously was the only reason for her happiness, claiming that the perfect life is just an illusion. That dreaming of labor should not be the goal, but instead becoming your authentic self and living with no regrets..."

Harry stays quiet, reflection in his eyes as he stares at her from across the table, chewing the food in his mouth. Y/N plays around with the food on her plate with her fork and waits for his acknowledgment (although, she doesn't even know if he would say or do anything -- she doesn't know why she decided to tell him that)

"I mean, she's right, righ'? I never understood when people would ask what your 'dream job' is from a young age. No one's dream is t'work everyday 'til they die. They have to, t'make a living and survive, but what's the point in living if you aren't enjoyin' it. But, if y'workin' all the time, how do you make the time to really live?" He says, furrowing his brows as he talks.

Y/N takes in his words. The moonlight and street lamps casting a soft glow on his face, his carved features looking even more beautiful at night.

"Yeah... I guess, I guess I just envy how she viewed life, ya know?" She states, looking at the cars drive by as she tries to explain how she feels. "Always saying things to make you rethink your existence and purpose..." She looks back at Harry and whispers, "...She talked about life so much like she knew she was going to die."

"Well, we're all gonna die eventually." Harry rests his arms on the table with a quiet sigh, his features passive, but his mind is thinking of how he just wants to hug her and tell her everything is going to be alright.

"Yeah, but she just...she talked about it like she knew all the answers. She knew exactly what to say, when to say it. Sometimes, I feel like she was telling everyone around her how to live in complete happiness because she knew she didn't have much of her own, despite convincing everyone she was carefree and unbothered." Y/N shrugs and watches as they fall into a short silence.

"...I miss her." Harry breathes out after a moment, reaching his hand across the table to hold hers. Her skin is soft against his as he rubs his thumb against her hand in an attempt to comfort both of them.

Her eyes soaking in his softened expression, her cherry tinted lips whispering, "Me too."

They eat the rest of their dinner in silence, the only sounds reverberating from the road with the occasional car or pedestrian. Harry pays for the food, but not without many protests from Y/N.

As the two walk side by side down the street, back to the cemetery to pick up their cars, Y/N suddenly falls anxious. She doesn't want to be alone tonight, scared of being alone with her thoughts when she goes back to stay in her childhood home. Her parents, still living in the house they lived in since her youth, had to drive up to another town for a few nights to stay with her cousins because they planned to go there before the news broke about Phoebe. Leaving Y/N alone in the empty house since there wasn't room for her at her cousins.

The black cemetery gates coming into view, eeriness and gloom becoming more apparent when the sun is down, Y/N and Harry can see their two cars sitting idly on the side of the road. Y/N fidgets with her fingers as they grow close to departure.

"D-do you, maybe, wanna hang out for a little while longer?" She turns to face him, looking up at him nervously. "I just don't want to be alone right now." She rushes out when he doesn't respond.

"Yeah, I didn't really want t'go home alone right now either." He offers a sliver of a smile before unlocking his car, grabbing two brown paper bags that look to hold bottles, and gesturing his head, "C'mon, we'll pick up my car later. Let's go celebrate Pheebz, yeah?" He grins.

She smiles at him, unlocking her own car and waiting for him to get in, putting on a playlist full of Phoebe's favorite songs. She drives through her hometown, memories stirring up of her and her best friend smoking weed in the park the summer before graduation and jumping in the lake naked in the middle of winter. The two end up at her house sitting in her abandoned driveway, both unbuckling but neither making the move to get out of the parked car, the engine still running as they sit listening to the melodies playing from the speaker.

Harry suddenly pulls out two bottles from the brown paper bags at his feet, one of vodka and the other tequila.

"Pick y'poison." He says with a smirk.

She picks the vodka and Harry mutters, "Good choice, tequila is more m'speed."

"Weren't you drinking vodka at the funeral?" She laughs, unscrewing the cap.

"Yeah, figured I'd drink Phoebe's favorite since it was her party." He chuckles.

"To Phoebe." Y/N says, sorrow lacing her voice as she turns in her seat to face Harry.

"To living your life precariously." He says before the two of them take a big gulp of the sharp liquid, starting what will only be the beginning of a long night.

***

Light shines through the white curtains, the room glowing bright in the soft, yellow sunlight. The white comforter tangled up in bodies as birds chirp in the morning tranquility. Y/N's eyes flutter open, immediately feeling sweaty and clammy. The headache that sets in reminds her of the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. Waking up in her childhood bed after blacking out in the backseat of her car the night before doing very little for her sanity.

As she lays in bed, groggy, she needs to pee. She moves to get up and walk to the bathroom connected to her room, only to freeze when an arm wraps around her and pulls her closer. Warm breathes pant at the back of her neck, unintelligible murmurs coming from the person behind her. Her eyes widen, realizing Harry is the one she is snuggling with in the early morning (afternoon?) light. Despite needing to pee really badly, she finds herself only melting into his touch. She can't remember the last time someone held her like this, can't remember the last time she felt this content. In fact, she thinks the last time she cuddled with someone was with Phoebe when she slept over in her room at their apartment... Well, just Y/N's apartment now.

Y/N and Phoebe would have movie nights in Y/N's room and in the midst of the fun, they would grow tired. Phoebe would never want to leave the comfort of Y/N's warm bed, so she always asked, sleepover?, with a wide grin. To which Y/N never refused and the two would put on The Notebook and fall asleep spooning one another. The first time it happened, when they were children having sleepovers, she tensed a bit; thinking it weird for her friend to cuddle her because no one had ever done that. But, as the years went by and their friendship grew stronger, knowing that despite both of them being bisexual it wasn't an act of intimacy, but one of platonic comfort.

So, Y/N figured (in her touch deprived mind) that this was just an act of friendly, platonic intimacy...nothing else. After coming to that conclusion, she let herself relax into his touch, his warm embrace nodding her off to sleep once again.

What wakes her up the second time is the sound of a gravelly voice groaning. The arm around her waist squeezes tightly before the body it's attached to tenses up. Harry tries to take in the position they're in -- his arm snuggling her close to his bare chest and legs intertwined with hers -- but his hangover headache clouds his mind too much to think about it. Only registering that he's never felt this comfortable with someone before, never felt someone so warm and cozy. He's cuddled lots of girls (and guys), has spent many mornings waking up in someones hold or holding someone in his, but they've never been as addicting as her. Never being so relaxing, so soft. He's about to just say, fuck it, and fall back asleep as to spend as much time with her in his clutch, but Y/N had stirred awake from his groaning and she really has to pee!

She slowly turns in his arms, their legs shifting apart, and is met with probably the cutest sight she's ever seen. His eyes are glassy and the green of his irises shine in the soft light. His lips pink and his face holding a hesitant look, like he thinks she might yell at him for accidentally ending up in his arms throughout the night, but she can also sense the underlying feeling of content reading on his face. The way his eyes soften when they meet hers and the way his hand involuntarily squeezes at her side. The serene feeling almost tangible as her childhood room becomes their own little world. All the responsibilities and pain of the outside fall ceased at the door decorated with heights of a growing Y/N.

"G'morning," His gravelly voice going straight to her heart, melting it at the beautiful sound.

"Good morning," She says in a raspy whisper, her throat dry from the alcohol and singing at the top of her lungs the night before.

She takes the quiet moment to look at his body, her gaze drifting from tattoo to tattoo, not realizing how many he has. She knew he had some from the ones on his hands yesterday, but she didn't know he had so many. His long sleeve button up had covered the view of the ones adorning his arms, but she looks at them now in awe, thinking how pretty they are.

She's about to tell him how much she likes the butterfly tattoo on his chest, when her bladder has other plans.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to pee," She bashfully smiles as she looks at him.

"Oh, m'sorry. Probably should've told ya' I'm a cuddler." He gives a small smile with embarrassment soaking his words, thinking he's made her uncomfortable.

"No need to apologize," Her eyes light up at his out of character shyness, "I am too, I just really have to go to the bathroom." The harmonious sound of her giggles soothing every worry in Harry's body.

He playfully sighs, "Fine, I guess I'll let y'go piss."

A smirk pulls at his lips as she rolls her eyes and gets up, but he can see the corners of her lips turn up.

She goes to the bathroom, doing her business and washing her hands. She takes the time to brush her teeth and wash her face, cringing when she looks in the mirror. She feels gross that she looked like this when Harry woke up with the resemblance of an angel.

When she's finished, she walks out back into her room, excited to get back into the warm bed (and hopefully cuddle with Harry some more, but she would never admit that out loud), but she's met with abandoned sheets and panic consumes her. Did he leave? Did I make him uncomfortable by waking up in his arms? He was the one to cuddle me and he joked about it! But maybe he was just trying to be nice so he could escape? Her mind starts to race a mile a minute of anxious thoughts before they're all suddenly wiped away at the smell of coffee wafting in from the open doorway.

She throws on a sweatshirt and socks and makes her way down the stairs of the familiar, yet foreign after spending so long away from home, house. Her sock clad feet pad on the hardwood floors as she walks into the kitchen, spotting Harry silently staring at a spot on the wall with a cup of coffee in his hand (he's using the same pink and green mug with a little ceramic pig sitting on the top of the handle that Phoebe would use every time she'd sleepover in high school).

She walks in quietly, coming up behind him and grabbing a cup of coffee for herself, noticing the two pain killers next to the pot (which made her heart swell if she's honest). He had heard her coming down the stairs, but despite her presence his focus is still on the spot on the wall. Taking a sip of her pick-me-up and swallowing the pills, she takes up space next to Harry, following his eyes that stare intently at a picture frame hanging up and her eyes immediately soften.

"That was freshman year," Y/N spoke delicately, staring at the picture herself, "We had both been asked to prom by these senior guys. I was ecstatic because no one had ever shown any liking to me, but Phoebe had played it cool, of course." Harry lets out a quiet breathy laugh because of course Phoebe didn't care.

"We spent weeks planning out how prom night would be. Imagining how the senior parties would be like and if the boys would kiss us by the end of the night or not. She came over at 9am the morning of the dance and we spent all day getting ready and laughing with each other. She had even done my makeup all pretty and I helped her get into her dress. I remember I laughed when she decided she was going to wear converse under her dress, and she almost convinced me to do it too because she said 'you're not gonna be the one laughing when we're at all the after parties and your feet are killing you'." A genuine smile forms on Y/N's face as she reminisces on the cherished moment.

"But, two hours before the dance, our dates cancelled on us and told us they were going with these senior girls." Harry scoffs bitterly, understanding how cruel teenage boys are.

"I remember I was so upset because the one time I thought someone actually liked me or thought I was pretty enough to go to prom with, had just made me a second choice..." She recalls to Harry, who is now looking at the side of her face as she looks at the picture of Phoebe carrying Y/N on her back, piggy-back style, in long prom dresses, dirty white converse peaking out from under both girls' dresses.

"So, she grabbed me by the arms and looked me in the eyes and said 'Y/N L/N, we are deserving of the love we wish for. No senior boys are going to make us doubt that. We are not little freshmen girls who can be seen as cheap thrills and easy hookups. We are women, who demand respect and complete infatuation.' Then she took the tickets that the boys had pre-purchased for us, took my hand, and dragged me to that dance. We had been each other's date and made prom our bitch. She even got us into a party afterward...And we had one hell of a night."

She smiles fondly at the sweet memory. Harry's eyes flutter between the picture and the beautiful girl next to him. How could she ever think of herself as a second choice?, is all he can wonder to himself.

Letting his gaze fall to the picture one last time, he mumbles, "Well, those boys missed out on the best thing t'ever happen t'them."

He doesn't catch Y/N's blush that creeps up on her cheeks as he turns around, taking a sip from his little pig mug.

She shakes her head as to get out of the crushing haze she falls into, turning and walking to the countertop, leaning against it as Harry stands in front of her on the other side.

"Thank you. F'letting me stay the night, last night." He speaks up.

Y/N notices how he's still lacking a shirt, making her mouth dry up just a little at the sight of how fit he is. The tattoos stretching across his tan skin so perfectly, the black ink creating such a beautiful contrast on his body. He catches onto the not-so-subtle gawking and smirks.

"Uh, yeah. It's really no problem. There's no way I'd have let you drive home intoxicated and it was the least I could do after I made you practically spend the day with me." She blushes.

"Y'didn't make me," He shakes his head gently with a smile.

Y/N doesn't know to feel about how her cheeks heat up at his remark, shyly looking away as the teasing gleam in his eyes might make her combust.

"O-okay. Good to know." She squeaks out, the action only fueling Harry's ego and playful mood.

"I should go get m'car from the cemetery before it gets towed," He says almost disappointedly, like he doesn't want to leave yet. If she's being honest, she doesn't want him to leave yet either.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be good. I'll give you a ride." She says, shaking off the saddened feeling of his departure.

"Oh, you don't have t'do tha'." He shakes his head but Y/N quickly shoots him down.

"Nonsense, I'll take you. It's no big deal."

He smiles at her objection, nodding, and going upstairs to grab the rest of his clothes, feeling uncomfortable in his dress pants from the funeral that he had put back on when he got up this morning, not wanting to make Y/N feel weird by staying in only his boxers.

***

Vodka Lover: hey... are you up?

She chews on the skin around her thumb, a nervous habit that Phoebe had always teased her about, as she sends the text to Harry (having exchanged numbers when she had dropped him off at his car at the cemetery). Phoebe had always said, 'You're not gonna have any thumb left to chew, babes, if you keep at it'. To which Y/N just rolled her eyes, but in the deafening silence of 4am, she wishes she cherished those moments with her best friend more. Wishing she didn't take for granted in those little encounters of Phoebe's care and concern with her well-being. Y/N would give anything to be able to spend one more minute with her.

Butterfly Boy: yeah, everything okay?

Vodka Lover: um, can i call you?

Suddenly, breaking the bitter quiet with a ringtone, her phone she holds in her palm lights up with Harry's contact. A tear falls from her face onto the screen and she has to wipe it away before she presses accept.

"Y/N?" Harry's deep voice rings out, laced in worry, from the other line.

She chokes out a sob, not being able to hold it back anymore. The floodgate of her emotions she has been trying to keep at bay suddenly burst. Salty tears fall onto the blue fluffy blanket from her senior year she's wrapped up in.

"Hey, hey, s'everythin' okay? What's wrong?" Harry says, more alert now that he hears her in such a fragile and frantic state.

Y/N just cries harder, desperately trying to catch her breath, she feels like she's suffocating.

"Hey, love, just breathe. Just breathe, Y/N." He tries to coax her down in a soothing voice.

A raggedy breath is heard on Harry's side, making the worry dissipate just a little now that he knows she's breathing. Harry sits up in his bed, calling out to Y/N, repeatedly telling her to just keep breathing. He can't get to what's wrong if she hyperventilates.

He was laying restless in his bed when she had texted, lost in thoughts of life and replaying memories with his cousin. Trying to grasp everything she's ever told him before, hoping that by watching the moments he spent with her like a film reel in his mind would help him not forget them.

"Love, can y'tell me what's got you so upset? Please," He asks softly when she calms down enough where her breathing is regular and not sporadic inhales gasping for air.

"I-I-I miss her," She cries out into the phone, the thought of embarrassing herself by breaking down to Harry not on her mind; the only thought she has is how empty she feels.

"I know, I know, love. I miss her, too," He sighs out sadly, wishing he could take away her pain, hating the way her voice quivers with every word. "Do you want t'talk about it?"

She wipes the tears that sting her eyes and cascade down her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. The one she wore when Harry slept over, smelling a little like him still from the car ride to his car that day, three days ago.

They had been texting each other and talking every day since then, usually about light topics like asking how their day's were or what they were doing. However, tonight (or early morning), everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Y/N's strong front she had put up since the funeral for Phoebe's family finally collapsed, and she's found herself stuck under the rubble. She was trying so hard to keep it in because she shouldn't be feeling sorry for herself when someone's kid is dead.

She had bored herself to tears, not knowing what to do. The only thing that seemed right was to call Harry.

"Talk to me, babe." He begs her, running a hand through his disheveled curls.

"I-" She sniffles, "I feel like I'm fucking drowning,"

He hates how defeated her voice sounds and he wishes he could just be there to hug her and tell her everything's going to be okay, eventually.

"It-it feels like my whole life is in ruins. Harry, I miss her." Her face scrunches up again as she starts to sob, "Sh-She was my best friend, I d-did everything with her. How am I s-supposed to do this without her? How am I supposed t-to live without her?"

"Oh, darling. I know, but you will..and you can." He frowns, racking his brain for the right thing to tell her, "You got t'live so you can experience all those ways of life she always talked about. Y'haven't experienced all those feelings Pheebz would mention when she would live her life precariously. Don't y'want to know how she felt when she would talk of such a beautiful life she lived, yeah?"

He hears a hiccup and a quiet, albeit breathy, yeah, from the other side of the call.

"You are so strong, Y/N. I don't know how y'made it this far without breaking down..." He tells her whole-heartedly.

"D-don't know how you haven't either," She gets out, realizing how selfish she's probably being, bothering Harry with her grief when he has his own to deal with.

"Honestly," He breathes out through a somber smile, "The only reason I haven't is because I have you, love."

Y/N's heart swells tenfold, she thinks. She didn't realize Harry needed her just as much as she needed him.

"...I'm sorry for calling you, I know it's late." She says through sniffles when she notices the time.

"There's no reason to apologize. It's okay, love. It's okay to hurt or be angry or upset. No one expects you to be perfect all the time." He pauses, listening to her breathing.

"Ya know, one day, it won't hurt this much. One day, you'll be able t'look back at this moment and it won't break y'heart as much as it does now. You're just in the thick of it right now, pretty girl. But, the light's coming soon, I promise." He continues and Y/N feels her heart beat faster at the pet name.

"You promise?" Her voice barely above a whisper and Harry thinks his heart just broke at the sound.

"Promise." He says, wiping the stray tears rolling down his cheeks, "Phoebe wouldn't want y'to be this upset. She would want you to keep living your life and find out the ways to how she was so in love with it. If not for yourself, love, then for her...F'me."

She nods, despite knowing he can't see. Silence falls over the pair, only the sound of bated breaths assuring the other one is there.

"One summer," He speaks up, "One summer, my family had come t'visit them, partly because of the lake near her house. It was after we had moved t'the States from Cheshire, and Phoebe and I would go walk to the little pond near the park,"

"The one near Hope?" She asks quietly if they had gone to the park she had always played at as a little girl.

"Mhm. We would walk there in the blistering sun and when we got there she tried to convince me how fairies were real." He said in a calm voice.

He hears an airy puff of breath escape her mouth, which he takes as a small giggle -- making him want to continue his story as it's helping her cheer up, and because he'd probably do anything to hear her that sound from her.

"Yeah, fairies. She told me that they live at the pond and t'see them, I would have to find a pretty flower and then jump in the water with it in only m'underwear." He breathes out a laugh.

Y/N gasps, trying to keep quiet but fails when she lets out a loud laugh.

"Oh my, did you do it?" She asks bewildered, laying down so her head rests against the pillow.

"So, I told Phoebe 'no way', yeah? But, then she said she can't just tell me about them and not follow through with seeing them. Convinced me that it would bring bad luck." He scoffs, remembering the memory vividly.

"Bad luck, indeed." She giggles and it brings the dimple out on Harry's face.

"Yeah, so of course, me being like 8 or sum', I stripped down to m'pants in the middle of the day and jumped in the water." He smiles when he hears her laughing, even if it's at his expense. "Y'laughing, but I think I got ringworm after tha'!"

"I can't believe she got you to do that! I wish I'd been there." Y/N says, out of breath from laughing.

"Scarred me of ponds for the rest of m'life." He chuckles and a pause takes them both over as they settle back down. 

"...Thank you, H." She whispers into the phone, adoration taking up all her features.

“F’what?”

“For being you, for being here. Just...Thank you.” She sighs. 

They get lost in recalling stories of their loved one for the rest of the night, repainting her memories in gold. They laugh with each other until all the pain seems to disappear. The weight, of what felt like the world, lifting off of both their shoulders. Finally being able to breathe after days of endless battles of trying to stay strong for Phoebe's sake.

***

Days pass since the lonely 4am phone call and Y/N and Harry are still talking everyday.

She finds out he lives in her city, only a few blocks from her apartment she shared with Phoebe! She didn't believe him when he first told her, but he said he was always busy with college whenever Phoebe tried to meet up. Y/N's not going to lie, her heart picked up when she found out he'd be so close to her, wondering if he'd want to hang out with her when they leave her hometown.

Almost everyday of the last few days they have visiting, they've spent at Y/N's empty childhood home. Harry asking her to explain pictures and what she was like in high school, whenever he gets the chance. In turn, she's been picking his mind on what Holmes Chapel was like and how his family was growing up. She found out that he lived with his sister, Gemma, and his mom, Anne. They talked about everything, from their favorite things to every pet they've ever had (Y/N, particularly, falling in love with the pictures of his cat, Evie).

Just as the last few days have been spent, they are spending Y/N's last day in her hometown together before she goes back. Harry told her he had to stay a couple more nights with his family before he could leave, assuring her he would've gone back with her if he could've. That comment made her blush and she had to pray the butterflies growing in her tummy to relax.

That's another thing. Y/N had stopped lying to herself and denying the ache in her chest that would form when she was away from Harry, growing very fond of him since their first encounter at the headstone bench.

Harry, also, couldn't deny any longer the way his heart would flutter at every little thing she did. Just wondering to himself how everything about her was just so pretty. He loved the way her eyes would light up every time she saw him and how he would catch her checking him out whenever he took off his shirt.

He especially loved the way she let him sleepover a few times and how they would end up cuddling into the late hours of the morning. Both parties not minding one bit, the comfort and warmth actually preferred than sending Harry home to sleep in his own bed.

"Bet I can reach that branch right there," Harry shouts with a gleeful tone, a bit out of breath as he tries to stretch his legs far enough so his shoe brushes against the leaf on the end of the tree branch.

The two of them decided to go to Hope park, where they both held fond childhood memories at. They settled at the swingset, calm swaying in the seats quickly turning into a competition of who could swing the highest. Harry won of course, his legs being much longer than hers giving him the advantage. Playful giggles and sweet conversations of things occurring in that moment help distract them from both Phoebe and the fact that Y/N is leaving.

Y/N is distracting herself from worrying about if Harry will reach out to her when they get back to the city, if he even wants to talk to her again after this weekend or if this was all just out of politeness.

Harry, on the other hand, is distracting himself from wondering if she fancies him. He wonders if the cuddles and small touches meant as much to her as they did him, if after this weekend she would want to hang out again or if she was just being nice because he knows what she's going through.

"Bet I can reach it before you!" She giggles as her hair whips around in the wind she's created. Pumping her legs back and forth, desperately trying to get higher so she can beat Harry in her made up competition.

"Now, love, not everything has to be a competition," He huffs, really reaching out this time, "But, I wanna win, if we're playing a game, I wanna win." He grins, the cute dimple that Y/N has fallen for making an appearance on his face.

The two try their hardest to be the first ones to touch the tree branch hanging not too far from their swinging feet at their highest point. Harry, however, attempts a little too hard and flies off the swing when he lifted up his leg to make the two inch gap he was short of.

Tumbling to the woodchip covered ground, he ends up laying on his back. Groans spill out of his mouth and Y/N's eyes go wide with concern. She slows herself down just enough to safely jump off the swingset, rushing to Harry's side.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asks worriedly, trying to hold back the laugh that's trying to bust out. Crouching down to him, she runs her hand over his arm that's grabbing his leg.

He rubs his knee with a pained smile, "Yeah, just peachy, pet."

"Is anything hurting? Bruised?" She questions with a loving smile.

"Just my ego," He chuckles, looking up at her and admiring her caring nature.

She can't hold it in anymore, she laughs loudly at his comment, her carefree happiness making Harry's ears perk up and his heart warm.

"Yeah, love, just laugh at the crippled man." He jokes, smiling up at her happy face, wishing it could stay that way forever.

She lets out another laugh at his comment, delicately grabbing his arm to help him up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It wasn't funny," She attempts to calm herself but fails, "Okay, it was a little bit funny!"

Giggles fall out of her mouth as Harry brushes off the mulch from his jeans, "See how much you're laughing when I push you out of the swing."

"I'm soo scared." She mocks fear.

"Oh, just wait, pet. You'll never be safe on another swing set again." He playfully grabs her sides to tickle her, but her fighting his tries just ends up bringing her closer in his hold.

Their laughs quickly die out when they realize he's holding her in his clutch, his hands at her waist, hers around his neck. Harry stares into her eyes as she stares back into his. The empty park is serene, no other noises besides the chirping of birds and the sounds of other animals sprawling about. The sweet moment causes Y/N's breath to hitch and her palms to sweat. They've only been this close when cuddling, she's never been this close to his face before. His features glow in the sunlight, his green irises complimenting the bounce of his skin and dark eyelashes. Her skin is soft and warm against his, and he just wants to lean in and-

Y/N's eyes flutter close as Harry's face comes closer, his lips meet hers in a gentle caress. With the sweet kiss, he takes note of how soft her lips are, how warm and fuzzy her intimate touch is making his head. While one hand is squeezing at her side, the other is brought up to cradle her face and she leans into his touch. Harry sucks on her bottom lip before peeling away so they can catch their breath.

Y/N lets out a whine at the loss of contact, her bottom lip jutting out as he pulls away.

"What are y'pouting for, pet? W-was that not okay? Should I not have done tha'?" The blood almost drains from his face at the pouty look on her beautiful face.

She shakes her head at him, "No, I liked it. I want more," She pants, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring him back to her lips.

He chuckles at her cute antics (and in relief of not fucking up his shot with her). He smiles against her lips as he melts back into her, her hand around his neck reaching up to tangle in his curly hair. He groans when her nimble fingers pull tenderly at the curls at the base of his neck, causing him to squeeze her side gently.

She breathlessly kissed him, slotting her lips between his and immediately opening her mouth in acceptance when he brushes his tongue against her bottom lip in a silent ask to take it further. As the kiss deepens, the need for air increases. They naturally separate, Harry sucking her bottom lip as he goes until it pops back.

Taking in her reddened swollen lips and her pretty flushed face, he presses one last chaste kiss on her lips, and one to her cheek and her nose.

A big, genuine grin adorns Y/N's face as she stares up at the man in front of her.

"Thank you f'letting me do tha'." He says with a gravelly voice.

"I've been thinking about you doing that since the first night you stayed at my house." She tells him bashfully.

"Me too, love. And it was better than I ever expected," He says whole-heartedly, leaning in to press one more quick kiss to her lips again.

"So, does this mean we're gonna hang out when we both go back home? Because I really want to do that again." Her glassy eyes blink at him with hope awaiting his answer.

He smiles and shakes his head, bewildered at how she could ever think that he could just ghost her after that, "I think Phoebe would come back just to slap me upside the head if I ever kissed her best friend and just never saw her again."

She chuckles at his comment, shyly looking down to her hand on his chest when he doesn't say anything else.

"Of course, I want to hang out when we get back. I want to take y'out on a real date, if you'd let me."  He looks at her all starry eyed, squeezing her waist.

"I think Phoebe would come back and slap me upside the head if I ever kissed her cousin and just never saw him again," This time he's the one that laughs.

"I'd love that very much, Harry." She beams up at him.

Going back home couldn't come sooner to the both of them.

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ahhh i hope y’all liked that, i’d love feedback :) i’m thinking of making a series out of it, but only if that’s something y’all would like! so, pls let me know if you enjoyed it or if i should make a part 2 ?? 

anyways, stay safe and much love <3

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[elysianslove]

for my 🐬 anon, as promised, happy birthday my lovely <3 

the bed is cold. 

it’s your first realization when you wake up, early in the morning. you’re facing his side of the bed, as you usually do when you spend the night. different to every other night, though, issei’s not there. he’s not there, quietly snoring to your side, or half awake and squinting at you lovingly, amusingly, or attempting to sneak a picture of you with your mouth half open. the bed is empty, and it’s cold. awfully so. 

despite never having the energy to get up so soon after waking up, you will yourself to climb out from beneath the comfortable and somewhat warm, thick blankets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly standing. you scratch at your hair and brush it down, fixing your shirt and and stretching languidly as you walk to the kitchen. maybe he’s there. if he’s not in bed with you, waiting for you, he’ll be in the kitchen, no doubt. he’ll be in the kitchen, preparing the same meal he always does because he’s both too lazy to learn another and he’s perfected this one. he’ll probably have some coffee brewing or water boiling for some tea, a plate and a cup and utensils set out readily for you. if he’s not next to you, then he’s there. 

he has to be.

except, he isn’t.

the kitchen is empty too. it’s cold and dark and empty. it’s void of everything you thought it wouldn’t be, and a shiver crawls up your spine, goosebumps riddling your skin. issei always runs warm, a gentle touch of his palm against your skin would sooth the goosebumps and rid you of the inescapable chill.

except, he isn’t. 

perhaps you were overthinking, as you always do, as he always scolds you about and against, but maybe that’s really all it simply was. the bed that felt too cold and the kitchen that was too quiet. it didn’t mean much, didn’t mean anything at all. even if as you rose with the sun, he disappeared, and even as you sit at the kitchen counter and watch the steam rise from the kettle, an ugly, dark cloud hovering above you, with no one to warm your skin. you tell yourself that he doesn’t mean it, that he wants to be there every moment he can, that it’s not his fault, but rather his work unpredictably calling for him, but the less you see of him, the less you believe in your words. 

there’s nobody you love more than issei, nobody that you would give your all to the way you do issei. and of course, you believe it’s mutual. you’re sure of it. it’s clear in the way he kisses your cheek and in the way he knows exactly how you like your tea, how you like your coffee. it’s also in the way he still sends you ridiculous pick up lines over text like you’re yet to graduate from high school and he’s trying to impress you, and it’s also in the way he sees a shirt and buys it because he knows you’d love it, he knows it’s your style. issei knows all of you, and issei loves all of you, and for the longest time, you believed that it was enough. that although there came nights where the weight was visibly heavy on his shoulders as he returned home to you, or nights where he could barely return your kisses, nights where he felt so far away, everything the two of you had gone through and everything that you were would belittle those nights. would make them seem insignificant. 

but as time heals, it also deepens the wounds. 

you just miss him so much. 

you will your thoughts to fall silent as the kettle finishes boiling your water, as you tip it over to pour it into your awaiting mug. it’s deafeningly and suffocatingly quiet as you dip the the teabag into your cup and stir your sugar. you miss him. you miss him. you miss— 

“what are you doing?” 

you scream, spoon clanging loudly against the mug as you flinch. standing at the entrance to the kitchen is— well, it’s him. he’s laughing, one hand lifted to his chest and his head tossed back lightly in glee as he laughs and laughs, loudly. in his other hand, by his side, is a small, brown bag. 

“why would you do that?” you gasp out, trying to catch your breath as issei continues to laugh. 

slowly, he walks towards you, placing the bag on the kitchen counter and coming around it to stand before you. his hands, now both free, reach out to cup your face, to gently coax you closer to him as he beams down at you. “good morning,” he whispers, before leaning into you, lessening the gap between you as he finally presses his lips to yours in greeting. you can feel him smile into the kiss, like his happiness can’t possibly contained that it’s infectious, and against all odds, you smile back. when you pull back, you’re positively happier than you were a moment ago. 

“good morning,” you easily return, hand coming to rest against against his. 

“what are you doing up?” he wonders, and you frown. 

“why?” 

sighing, he replies, “well, i was planning on— surprising you.” 

surprising— what? 

“what?” 

with a low chuckle, issei’s hands drop from your face, and he leans towards the counter to grab the paper bag, opening it up and pulling out its contents. “i went to that breakfast place down the street to get this,” he explains, showcasing the food. at the sight of the food, and finally recognizing the symbol on the paper bag as the cafe’s logo, your eyes widen, and your mouth parts to protest. except, he beats you to it. “don’t even mention that it’s too expensive or whatever. today’s special. and— if i could get you this every day, i would. you know that.” 

as you duck your head, his eyes try to find yours. “what makes today so special, ‘sei? you really shouldn’t have.” 

at your words, his own eyes widen, and he stares at you in confusion. “what?” 

“what?” you innocently ask, a little confused yourself. 

“did you forget— do you not know what day it is today?” 

you look at him curiously, looking for any sign across his features, anything that could give away whatever the hell was going on. your mind clicks suddely, and your heart sinks as you question, “oh no. it’s not our anniversary is it?” 

“baby, did you check the date on your phone?” 

“why would i check the date on my phone? i thought i had our anniversary memorized!”

thankfully, he doesn’t look angry with you. instead, he seems amused, and a little shocked. genuinely shocked. “what were we talking about last night?” he asks you, lifting up his hands to rest them on your shoulders. he leans close, looking you right in the eye as he waits for the gears in your brain to move and click. you think, and think— what were you talking about last night? — until, finally, a sheepish smile paints your lips, and you shy away. 

when he sees recognition appear across your features, issei smiles, and whispers with a laugh, “happy birthday, doll.” 

you roll your eyes at the teasing tone, slapping at his arm as he pulls you into a hug. “shut up.”

he laughs again, squeezing you to him and wrapping his arms tighter around you. as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, he mumbles jokingly, “it’s okay, i know you just woke up.” you hum, leaning into him. it feels as if you had never missed him, as if he’d never been gone. you feel his chest vibrate as he speaks, deep and so, so beautiful, and you sink deeper into his embrace, losing yourself in the feel and smell and sight of him. 

he always did give amazing hugs. 

“let’s eat breakfast cause i’ve got a lot planned for today, yeah?” he adds, pressing a final kiss to your head as he pulls away from the hug, reaching once more for the food. he moves easily around the kitchen, grabbing plates and utensils and tapping the kettle open once more to reboil the water. 

curiously, carefully, as you watch him, you ask, “what about work?” you prepare yourself for any possible response, every one of them, the good and the bad. but the one you receive is— unimaginable. 

“i took today off,” he simple says, turning around to face you. when he spots the look of relief on your face, he smiles softly, sadly, and reaches out for you. “today’s just for the two of us, i promise.” 

you accept his hand, and squeeze it. “okay.” 

he smiles wider, steadier, gentler, reassuringly, and lets go of your hand to go back to preparing breakfast. you aren’t alone in the kitchen after all, and it’s not too quiet, not too cold, not too dark and not too empty. goosebumps no longer riddle every inch of your skin, because issei really does run warm. and as you move to help him, you think of how warm the bed will be tonight, so you press a kiss to his upper arm, gently, and whisper, “i love you,” to which he easily replies, “i love you too,” with the brightest smile on his lips. 

i really hope you like this!! and happiest birthday, my love! i hope this year is good to you, and that it’s filled with nothing but happiness and blessings and success. love you so, so much, and i wish you the absolute best. mwah <3

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[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter three - Rotten Wine

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : yelling , angst , manipulation , guilt tripping , mind games , toxic behavior , manipulative behavior , strong language

Saturday morning. Special saturday morning.

Today marks exactly a whole week of Y/N and Damiano not fighting. No yelling , no crying , no sleepless nights , no pushing out of the doorway , no drinking to wash away the sins , no mental damage , no nothing.

Instead of all that , they went on a museum date on Friday , they had a picnic day on Wednesday , Y/N bought him the pearly earrings he has been eyeing on for a while , Damiano made breakfast every day for them , Y/N went out in town to frame some of their pictures they took on their previous vacations . They had a few pamper nights in a row , painting each others nails , putting on face and hair masks and even those weird feet one ! Drinking wine and dancing slowly with some slow music. Damiano singing to Y/N more than 2 times a day.

They made love every night.

It was a dream.

Both of them secretly hoping that this dream won't turn into a nightmare.

Y/N was in kitchen cutting some strawberries for the cake she planned on bringing on tonight's gathering at Victoria's house. Ethan and Thomas where coming as well.

Damiano was still sleeping. Y/N was glowing from happiness and joy. She was so in love with him. She had a smile on her bright shiny face for 7 days in a row , her eyes seemed warmer and more calm , her posture was less tensed and she even smoked less.

While she was busy chopping the reddish fruit under her delicate fingers , the room suddenly felt warmer and creamy cinnamon smell filled it.

Damiano had this weird thing about him that often put Y/Ns mind on wander. It was the way his scent and his aura color changed during his mood swings.

Even if it was not visible to human eye , Y/N swore she could see that dim cloud surrounding his body and changing color in some situations.

His scent was natural , depending on the occasion it was sometimes too strong or it could barely be felt.

When he was happy he was shining deep orange tone with the scent of light cinnamon and lemon ice cream.

When he was sad his color was indigo and he left a strong scent of mint and lime.

When he was angry which is often , he gave of wine crimson vibrations and poisnosly sharp smell of rotten wine.

As for the matter of speaking , when lust would take over him and his senses he smelled sweet like rotting roses and he was gleaming in deep burgundy color.

Just like now he was filling the room with the smell of lemon ice cream and cinnamon.

A pair of slender , sun kissed arms wrapped themselves firmly around Y/N's shoulders and chest .

Damiano's warm , naked chest pressed against Y/N's back pushed her slightly to the edge of the kitchen counter. Closing the gap between her and that cold marble.

His lips found their was to gently kiss the lovely delicate neck of hers. Cracking a sly smile upon seeing some of the soft bruises he left on her neck previous night.

"Morning mio amore." Y/N's lover whispered in her ear. His voice was low , golden , filled with care and adoration.

A huge grin appeared on Y/N's face , turning her head to her left side to kiss Damiano's temple.

"Morning love. It was about time you wake. " His raspy chuckles sent shivers down her spine. " It was , but you have no idea how sad it made me to realize I woke up without you by my side. "

Oh what a sweet talker he was..

"Why don't we go back to bed hmm amore? We have a whole day ahead for us." Damiano nuzzled his face into her neck giving it multiple pecks.

" I need to finish this cake first , after it we can do whatever." " You plan on bringing the strawberry cake tonight?" " Yes.. Why?"

Y/N frowned , she turned around slowly hoping that her boyfriend was playing jokes with her. But he had the same confused expression on his morning face.

" Well... My mom is allergic to strawberries I thought you knew that already?" " Why would your mom be there??"

Damiano stepped back a bit clearly confused.

" Why would she be in her own house? I don't know she is living there I suppose."

Y/N blinked. More than once. Is there some sort of a plan she forgot about? Her mind racing now already , trying to remember all of his family members birthdays and important anniversaries .

" Did you forget the plans we arranged for tonight Y/N?" Damiano asked , now with much more serious tone , his face was not so relaxed and it seemed like the air got thicker and it was harder do breath. The look he gave her was chilling.

' Oh not this shit again.. Are we really going to fight now?? And for what?? '

"I understood that we are going to stay in tonight with Vic and the boys at her place?"

" No. We promised my parents we are going to dine out with them. Did you seriously forgot?!"

He half shouted leaving poor Y/N confused and in slight shock. Why was he getting mad at her for such nonsense? Was he waiting for the right timing just to start an argument?

" I am sorry but I do not remember , you ever telling me that we are seeing your folks. "

" Cause you never fucking listen to me maybe."

He walked over the small coffee table in living room to grab his pack of cigarettes' and a lighter. Taking one in his fingers and placing it between his lips lighting it and taking one long drag. The slow smoke coming out of his nose and hardly parted lips.

" Not just that you never fucking listen but you also never fucking care to remember the important stuff I have! "

Okay what the actual fuck.

Y/N though while her eyes went wide from shock under the furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw.

This was some sort of a set up. She clearly remember that he never mentioned that to her before.

And both of them knew very fucking well that she would never in her life forget something that's important to him.

" You are obviously pissed at me right now for whatever reason that you have so I will let you be. When you get your shit together you can talk to me. " Y/N said with her head held high.

She was not gonna let him ruin this day. Instead she continued to make her cake. She needed to focus on something else than his deep dark eyes filled with fire from the thrones of hell burning inside of them.

The room smelled like rotten wine.

" What's the problem Damiano. Are you mad at me for not remembering something you never told me?"

He huffed , aggressively shaking ashes off his cig into the ashtray on the coffee table.

" And don't even try ruining my mood , I was perfectly fine before you woke up , I had a wonderful morning thanks for asking. "

" Are you seriously gonna jump on my nerves with that attitude Y/N? "

" That's what you are asking me to do. If you just admit that you forgot to tell me about plans with your parents we are gonna end the day in peace. "

" You are beyond fucking sweet and so beyond fucking dumb if you expect me to stay calm and be in peace with you. You are so ungrateful and so disrespectful towards me . "

Y/N felt like crying , her hands slightly shaking while wiping the fruits into cream . Why now? Why today? Why did he decided to start all this now?

" I am not believing my eyes now , instead of showing me that I am wrong and that you are not ungrateful , you are standing right here and not even bothering to listen what I have to say! "

" I don't wanna hear your crap Damiano! I am trying to maintain the fucking peace in this relationship while you are constantly the one to break it! "

Damiano also felt like crying. Cause Y/N was right. He did forgot to tell her they where invited to go out with their parents , he was in fact mainly responsible for each of their fights. But was he ever going to admit that he is wrong? No.

Instead of trying to process something she is saying to him right now , or trying to apologize , he stood up from the chair he was sitting on , his mouth placed in a smirk , his gaze piercingly cold despite his hot temper.

Damiano walked up to her standing beside her like an annoying child blocking her movements.

" I am sensing slight disobedience in your tone amore.. Now I think we should start again. You are gonna apolo - " " I will certainly not fucking apologize for anything ! Especially not dealing up with your egoistic ass Damiano!"

Y/N was yelling at him. Not able to handle this pressure of rotten wine.

She was tired again. Everything was pale and grey again. She swore that even the sun outside stopped shining. She was tired again from having to deal with a fucking brick wall.

He was just torturing her. For what? His ego.

He was watching her from above , still smirking with his arms crossed . He adored seeing her shake from rage. She was so obedient and so desperate for home peace that she tried doing everything she could to hold herself back.

" You know what Y/N , if you just once , just for once stopped playing a fucking victim then ma- "

" I AM NOT. PLAYING THE FUCKING. VICTIM!"

She screamed. Y/N Y/LN fucking screamed at Damiano David with all the fore she had in her lungs. Inside her ears it was ringing and she didn't realize that she dropped one bowl at the counter , which just provided clacking noises.

Silence.

Complete silence that smelled like rotten wine.

Damiano took whatever he could feel under his fingers which was on Y/N's unfortune a bowl filled with cake whipping cream . He gripped it firmly before smashing it in one stir way right beside her.

Y/N was standing paralyzed her eyes watering and palms visibly shaking. She was watching Damiano straight into his deep dark eyes which showed no emotion.

" Once you accept your place and know your role and once you admit you are fucking wrong ,we can talk properly. " That was all he said as that sly half smile never left the corner of his lips.

He passed her by walking to their bedroom.

No other sounds or words left.

Y/N grabbed the edge of the counter , holding herself steady so she wouldn't fall. Her mind racing. Legs shaking. Heart beating mad.

'So this is the man I wanna marry? The man I want to have family with?'

The one who just throw an heavy object right beside her head?

The one who attacks her for his mistakes?

Her legs finally gave her away. She couldn't stand straight , crying all the tears she never knew she had. Y/N hugged her knees and placed her head temple on them. What a lovely Saturday morning.

She stayed there on the floor crying for at least thirty minutes. With running nose and sobs that turned into whimpers and hiccups.

She regretted ever talking back to him . She should've simply agree that she forgot what she didn't even knew. A few times thinking and trying to remember if by any chance she did forgot about that plan.

But no. She couldn't remember. She lost all hope she had.

When she felt like she could stand again she stood up not quit bothering to clean up the white and beige mess on the floor. She skipped it skillfully directing herself to their bedroom.

'Think about all the times this has happened before , think about all other times when he was guilt tripping you and using you to water up his garden of ego. '

Y/N entered their shared room where her lover was in. Laying on his back on a bed surrounded by soft cloudy cotton sheets. His arms and hands behind his head . His eyes looking her up and down with a cold expression while behind them a fire from the throne of hell was burning.

The room stopped smelling like rotten wine.

It was smelling very little like the mint and lime.

Slow raindrops hitting the huge windows gently , the sky changed from golden to silver.

" I-I am sorry.. Plea-ase don't be m-mad at me.. " She managed to choke out this apology.

Wishing that she was the one hearing it.

Wishing she didn't have to pray away his sins.

He tapped the place for her to lay beside him.

He made her a bed of thorns. In which this gentle rose was supposed to blossom.

" Ti amo amore mio . "

Oh that silly word she always get instead of apology. Like it would fix something.

She laid down beside him , placing her head on his chest , her left leg in between his and her left arm around his torso.

One of his hands playing with her hair while the other caressed her arm.

His eyes becoming glassy as bitter drops of shame and regret left them.

Both of these lovers crying in each others arms purposely. Eager to be taken care of.

And not being able to stay on the calm shore cause the violence is the only way they know how to love.

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