#heckie i got a question

[inactivebooo]

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏- 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚

It’s graduation day! The day you’ve been working towards for the last few years. That morning you applied a light layer of makeup , styled your hair and adorned your cap and robe. Across the hall your twin was readying himself too. Soon enough all of your friends were gathered together, anxiously awaiting their diplomas. Bebe turns to you “once I get that diploma I can finally open my own salon! What are you planning on doing from here y/n?” You think for a moment “I think I want to start working on stage shows and build up from there” you smile , just as PC Principle begins the ceremony.

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3 years have passed since graduation, and life’s been treating you great, you’ve moved in with Stan and have a cat together.. although recently stan’s been acting a little odd.

See what you didn’t know is that Stan had asked for Craig’s blessing on proposing to you .. and he was planning to do so at your friend groups weekly dinner .

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Everyone’s seated around the table when the wine comes around , everyone par bebe filled their glass. “Bebe? Why aren’t you drinking..?” You question “oh! I can’t drink” she smiles lightly as you all turn to her in confusion. “Clyde and I are expecting” she announces. The table breaks out into cheers of congratulations for the pair. Over the time spent together the twelve of you all caught up how your week has been , what you didn’t notice however is that towards the end of the meal , Kyle discretely propped up his phone camera so that it would capture what happened next.

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Stan silently slipped out of his seat whilst you were engaged in conversation with Wendy … he got down on one knee and awkwardly fished the ring box out of his pocket. At this point Wendy decided it was time to get you to look over at Stan, and so she tapped your shoulder “hey y/n? What’s that?” And pointed in stan’s direction .

“Y/n Tucker.. I have loved you since the day I met you , we’ve had our highs and our lows but I think the time has come to ask … will you marry me?” Stan asks , a childish grin on his face. You flush red and happy tears form in your eyes as you leap off the chair and into stans arms. “Yes! Yes , a million times yes!” You cry before peppering his face with kisses.

What the future holds for you both is uncertain, but you know that whatever happens , you want Stan Marsh by your side.

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Tags- @valstarroz @h3artilly @4xbei77 @heckie-dizzle @carinaryen @kodzuchar @onaluvstowrite @66bloomcat @lacunaanonymoused

#stan marsh x reader #seventeen #south park smau #stan marsh x y/n

[taintandviolent]

sorry for botherin' u all the time !! i just think you're pretty cool !!!

weird question, got any writing advice? like...i've been workin' on fanfic but struggle so much with natural dialogue sometimes! how the heckie does anyone write anything?!

also !! how are you?

you are literally one of my favourite people, I do not think you're capable of bothering me!!

so, one thing that helps me with writing is to kind of... play out the scenario in my head, and recite the lines however they feel natural? or, I'll give myself something very boring and not good to work with -- whether that's starting with one word you know they use (if you're trying to be in character). write out the question/sentence in a very generic way, and then customize it. does that make sense? god, I'm horrible at explaining.

so, say we're writing for Jimmy. If I was stuck on his dialogue, I'd start with something basic like, "You're hot, I want to take you on a date."

Jimmy probably wouldn't say hot, so switch it with... say, beautiful, or a peach or a real beauty or something. Would he say he wanted to take you on a date? Sure. Can we get better? Probably. He's a romantic and desperate guy, so he'd probably butter up the scenario, take her on a ride, treat her like a princess, buy her a milkshake, cough cough, etc.

honestly though the best way to get better at writing is to consume, consume, consume and read as much as you can. You'll inevitably find styles that you like, and ones that make you scrunch up your nose and go, 'Oh no, hated that. Never want to read that again.' I bet you're a great writer already!

and I'm good!!!! 💗 I hope you're swell too!!!

#questions answered #kaiju-superstar

[atangledfate]

How long had they been sitting here, Whisper holding her and playing with her hair. She was like that, she couldn't speak but she could convey her thoughts in other ways. That Wolf was something, and she knew how to make her smile in ways she couldn't explain. She still felt terrible about the whole yelling at her, the things she said that day. But Whisper seemed to forgive her? Maybe she did or maybe it was to easy. But things wouldn't change would they? as long as Mimic was out there nothing would really change. Whisper would leave to find him, and she'd be sitting here wondering if Whisp was ok.

She slowly drug herself out of the blissful embrace with her wolf girl, and let out a deep sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck. Right she couldn't lay here all day she had to--- OH crap! the wedding! She hadn't even told Whisper yet hell she didn't even know if she was going to go! She should do that, and if she didn't go? Well maybe she'd drag Belle along it might do her good to get out of that work shop even for a little bit.

" So Whisp... Uhh i know we talked about watchin' the fireworks an stuff tomorrow night, and i still wanna do that! But umm, I got this friend, an she's gettin' married. Like kinda only told me today... that girls either forgetful or insane probably both. "

She chuckled thinking about Carol having to get dolled up she was probably all kinds of stressed.

" Anyway! Point is i want you to come with me! i'd love you to meet her and, i sure as heckie dun wanna go by lonesome..."

She could already see Whisper's apprehension as she looked away from her and toward the Window. She never did great with public places she still was very skittish and, shy by nature. She did hope she would go but with Whisper she never knew what to expect from her. Still if anyone was to be her plus one it had to be whisper right? no one else fit that bill they were... weren't they? sometimes it was hard for her to tell if they were friends or lovers...

Whisper huffed and looked as if she didn't want anything to do with it, yet her wisps had other ideas. Whirling around her making those cute sing song sounds, and she seemed to groan more like a mother being force to go someplace she didn't want to. She finally turned to tangle and nodded her head, but also posed a question using sign language to speak. She did so very slowly knowing Tangle wasn't good at it yet she was still learning.

✋ Ok, we need outfits. I don't exactly have much beyond my sneak suit. ✋

" You will? ok ok! don't worry Amy gave me this number of a friend of hers! she said she'd hook us up! Eeee! thanks whisper! "

She gave the wolf a Hug, and squeezed her tight! Gaia she loved this girl!

✋ Cyan is asking if they can come... they want to know what a ... wedding is...✋

" I'm sure it'll be fine! Not like they eat or anything right? besides! i'm sure Carol will love to meet literal aliens from outer space! hehe! i'll ask her to be safe. Just you all better be good, during the ceremony gotta be super quite and well behaved! "

Whistles a somber tune at Tangle

Whistles a cheerful tune at Tangle

hums a ditty at Tangle

Just Stares at Tangle!

Flies over and pokes tangle on her nose! and whistles a tune!

✋ They say alright, but are wondering how you will sit through a ceremony ✋

" Ouch... that burn though... fair points we'll be good together yea? ok i'll send Carol a quick text and we'll go see about those outfits! "

#drabble #Whisper and Tangle #this ship will sail #even if i have to write it myself!

[kcyars99]

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He’s 31 years old but he’s texting a freaking teenage girl?!? And you are asking about if this is concerning?!?

Like is this even a question for you to ask, like hecky yeah it’s very concerning

if some random grown man that I don’t know is texting my teenage daughter (hypothetically speaking) I’ll kick his rear end and tell him that if he doesn’t stay away from my daughter I’ll alert the cops because he has no business texting someone who is old enough to be his daughter unless he got some darker intentions with her.

Btw speaking of grown as heck men texting underage girls, when a certain Houston rapper said “Dees Ho’s mad at Megans Law” Nicki Minaj might have taken it as”how dare you talk about my family?!?” And you know what considering that she married a sex offender and rapist, that line is most likely a diss against her but you know what that line was also against?

Here’s a hint: in an act of distraction, he leaked a video of himself masturbating with his long but not very girthy manhood, and slutted out for that abusive midget who he hadn’t wrote that letter, gotten that j pay nor signed up for that conjugal or something (d*ck riding a** ni**as!) and he was also called the following : COSPLAY GANGSTA🗣

FAKE ASS ACCENTS🗣

POSTED IN ANOTHER NIGGA HOOD LIKE A BAD BITCH🤭!

#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment) #celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty. #megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #annnnn boom #just like that #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.

[shrpshct]

❛ i’m tired . i’m so tired . ❜

I’m on the brink I’m breaking down || @tridentfaith​

Life was cruel. It could be extremely cruel, dolling out situations and circumstances left and right to people who either deserved it - or didn’t. Dealing death to those who should live forever, granting eternal life to those who should’ve perished ages ago. The Gods were cruel. Or, they were rather enjoying the game they had set up, Prompto decided this years ago. Fate was a funny thing. You never knew was it was going to bring you, never knew how it was going to affect your life, or those around you. 

Even now, too far away to truly see what was happening, the water whipping across his vision making it even more difficult, Prompto could tell that something had happened, Ardyn hovering over Lady Lunafreya like some sort of bird of prey, on the hunt for their kill, “No – “ He called out, trying to reach her, or have Noctis reach her, someone needed to help - ! But his bullets would never reach. The wind would carry away his voice, or it was drowned out by the scream of the Leviathan, he wasn’t sure. Gods he wasn’t sure of a lot of things.

He wasn’t even sure that the voice, the one that quietly filled his ears was who he thought it could be. But he heard it nonetheless, or rather, which was probably more likely, he’d imagined it. The soft whisper of pain that felt like it was right next to him, so close he could almost feel a breath – or was that the wind? 

‘I’m tired,’ The voice said.

Suddenly, everything he’d ever wanted to tell Lady Lunafreya was caught in his mind, held in his throat, on the back of his tongue, suddenly he was caught, transfixed with the knowledge that he might not EVER be able to tell her anything. Tell her how she helped him, how he took her words and befriended Noct, bettered himself. How he found something he loves and that he’s SUPER good at in the process, how incredible his life has become since growing closer with not only Noctis but Ignis and Gladio as well. He has friends now, people he’d do ANYTHING for, people he cares about more than anyone else in the whole world. 

 And it’s all because of her. 

He scampered to his feet, trying to gauge some sort of way he could either get to her, or tell Noct what was happening, he knew he was distracted by, y’know, the giant GOD that was trying to kill him, and well that was super important, but he needed to get to Lady Lunafreya - she was the last piece of the puzzle. Without her then everything they had set out to do from Insomnia, before it fell, would be gone. King Regis’s last wishes, for Noct and Lady Luna to be together would crumble between their fingers. He had to do something, save it in anyway he could.

There was another screech from the Leviathan that caused a ringing in Prompto’s ear, a resurgence of power filling the air and jostling the debris that was already making it’s way around, throwing it to and fro. “Oh no –” The platform Prompto was in began to move, shift in it’s precariously held up position, “Nooo no no - !” He muttered, trying to find some grip on something to steady himself, to hold firm and not falter. Not now, stupid legs, stay strong NOW of all times, PLEASE - !

He threw his head up, trying to find Lady Lunafreya once more, trying to see what had happened to her, if she was okay. Only to see Noct down there with her, Prompto’s vision was obscured so he couldn’t see all that was happening, but just the simple fact that Noct was with Luna set his heart at ease - even a little. They were both moving, that much he could kinda tell, so maybe it was fine… . . Maybe they’d be fine.

‘I’m so tired.’

#OH MAN I NEED SO MUCH MORE LUNA AND PROM INTERACTION? #i didn't even know when else to write this? #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #GOSH #i realize theres no real way to continue it - since we know how altissia ends #sorry ;; heckie #@ se: give me back Luna i stg #📷 [ Eyes Peeled! Mouth Closed! ] IC #main verse tag tbt. #tridentfaith #📷 [ You got a question? Well I got the answer! ] ASK

[sheanam]

Oh boy oh boy, I don’t need to be asked twice [rolls up sleeves]

Thank you, and thanks for the question! Since you asked, and since I’ve gotten a fair amount of new followers here and over at the webcomic itself over the past half a year, here’s a quick little rundown post!

Outliers is a webcomic about the people you never see in regular comic book stories. Most stories, really, but it tends to be particularly glaring in superhero and assorted other scifi/fantasy/etc. comic books. In a cliche comic world full of people with super powers and aliens and magic and mutant monsters and all sorts of other nonsense, it’s about people trying to live their dang lives without getting caught up in it all or becoming collateral damage.

Average human citizens, people with useless or unwanted powers who aren’t fit to be heroes/villains or who never wanted to be one in the first place, people who don’t have a chiseled superhero physique, people who aren’t straight or cis, people with disabilities, et cetera. A slice-of-life/romantic comedy comic about the, y’know, outliers of this society.

There’s an assortment of characters who star in it, but it mainly comes down to three main duos/groups as the main characters:

The main couple and stars of Outliers so far are Walter Corvi and Zachary “Chary” Milford. Walt’s a gay nonbinary man who has very strong super powers (he/they can turn into a giant wereraven bird monster) but who chooses to live as an ordinary citizen, and Chary’s a bi regular human dude who got caught in the crossfire of a supervillain attack and works as a lawyer who serves metahumans in need on behalf of their therapy group. They currently live in Port Exemplar, a big hub city and basis for metahuman law & regulation somewhere between Portland and Seattle. They’ve been dating for quite a few years now, are in their early thirties and are just trying to do their best, y’know? Please let them have a dinner date in peace.

Another main couple are Hector “Heck/Heckie” Barclay (née McCabe) and Jamie Barclay. They’re a Scottish married gay couple in their early forties, now living in the US. They’ve known each other since they were young children in a metahuman-prep school in Glasgow, where they were Sent Just In Case, though both of them have pretty useless powers and live as ordinary citizens. They’re asexual and Jamie’s intersex, and have A Lot of history together as they figured things out throughout their youth. Heckie teaches (very opinionated) UK history as a local community college a couple days a week, and Jamie was a rock musician with a bright shining future and rising star until his chronic pain & fatigue disability became too much and he had to retire.They’ve had some hard knocks but are pretty happy, and have a few kids to boot, Kirstie and Doug.

Last but not least, the third main group! Edmund Irving Rudyard Hawke II (more like 2.0) is the exact genetic clone of the original late Edmund Hawke, the very rich and very powerful and very evil CEO of Hawke Industries (think Lex Luthor and his ilk), artificially aged to twenty-something adulthood to take over the company, as per Hawke Sr.’s will. Much to the disappointment of HI’s Board Of Directors and assorted connected ne’er-do-wells, Edmund turned out absolutely nothing like his “father” personality wise. He’s sweet, cheerful, boisterously supportive, very aware of his privilege, and likes being with people and doing nice things for people. Grey-aro and extremely gay as well, but that’s beside the point. He has a rough time being stuck in a rough situation, but when a married trans couple consisting of Dustin Smalls and his best friend/wife/nesting partner Pam Flores cross paths with him and Dustin becomes Edmund’s personal assistant and Something More, things take a real turn.

These three different storyline threads will come together into one Some Day, which I hope I can manage before I’m old and decrepit! I haven’t drawn much recently and the Outliers comic hasn’t updated since December due to irl Reasons, unfortunately, but I can promise you all it’s still a thing. I think about these characters and my comic constantly, and have finally been getting into a place again where I can get back to working on stuff properly! Slowly, but surely.

Thanks y’all for the interest, and I hope you stick around to see what’s coming! I’m doing my best to make a comic about the sorts of characters and stories I want to see and that usually get pretty terrible rep, so here’s hoping it all goes well in the end!

#outliers #webcomic #walt #chary #heck #jamie #edmund #dustin #pam #thom #text post #text dumps #long post

[thecuriousinferno]

What she says: I'm fine. What she means: Why didn't Umi and Maki get any on screen interaction throughout the entire two seasons of Love Live PLUS the movie? As the composer and lyricist you'd think they'd have a meaningful relationship or you know, AN EXISTING ONE. In LLS we have Chika and Riko going back and forth about lyrics and I don't think Umi and Maki said one word to each other throughout LL.

#UmiMaki #the real questions #I mean shit we got nozomaki talking about Maki's music in the movie #where the heckie did the lyrics go

[inkyvendingmachine]

oops i accidentally got cracked up comics and

im not even half way thru the book yet and i have questions what the hecky is going on with that picture frame

tHIS IS IN.... 1933??? SO SAMMY AINT DRINKIN INK YET........

wHAT IS T H I S SUPPOSED TO MEAN

#bendy crack up comics #bendy spoilers #spoilers

[deancaskiss]

Good morning, Bex! Happy Friday!

I hope you’re doing well today. I know the surgery yesterday was stressful. But you did so good! Even though there were problems, you noticed them and fixed them. I’m pretty sure that makes you an excellent vet. And now you know what to do if it happens again.

Good luck on your test! You’ll do so well. You studied so hard. You can do this. There’s no doubt in my mind you’re going to do great.

I hope you have a great time at Disney! You’re almost there. Less than 12 hours. You can do this. You earned it!

(Sorry is this doesn’t make sense lol. I’m not a morning person either, and I don’t know why I thought writing these messages right after I woke up was a good idea).

~ morning anon

good morning my lovely morning anon! I know I’m a little late replying to this, but happy Tuesday morni

last Friday was definitely an exhausting day. I woke up at 4:45am to study and oh god I felt awful. I’m glad I did it because I needed the time to study but holy heckie that was not fun at all. The surgery last week was the most stressful surgery I’ve ever been a part of. Just a bunch of little things went wrong. The patients heart rate, blood pressure, and temp where a struggle the whole procedure. And then there was a lot of tiny missteps while the other girl was doing the surgery that just caused a lot of bleeding. We had to have the professional surgeon come and help multiple times because things weren’t right. And it took like twice as long as it should’ve. I’m really glad I did notice the problems when they happened and we were able to find what was bleeding and get it fixed. But it was just really stressful and everything seemed to cause excessive bleeding and we were constantly trying to compensate for that. Thank you for thinking I did good, that truly means a lot to me. hearing you say that made me feel a lil better about how everything went, especially because you’re right that it helps for me to know how to handle that situation in the future. Literally gonna cry though hearing you say you think that my actions to fix things makes me an excellent vet! honestly wanna hug you so much right now!

thank you for wishing me luck on my exam! it was… hard. I won’t find out my grade until like 2-3 weeks from now because of the winter break and the professor isn’t grading them right now. So I’ll have to wait until classes start again in January before they start to grade them. I hope that I passed. I feel like I needed more study time. I just literally didn’t have enough time to study, with the surgery and my exam last Wednesday there was just too much to do and not enough time to prepare. Plus the exam had a ton of questions that were about surgery procedures to do on pregnant cows, goats, pigs, and sheep. i just didn’t know enough about the procedures so that kinda sucked. So I’m just hoping that I got enough points to get a passing grade

I had a wonderful and amazing time at Disney!! Magic kingdom was so so amazing and we had so much fun!! it was exactly what I needed after having such a stressful week last week! And I found some merch with tinker bell which made me so freaking happy because she’s my favorite!! We ate so many snacks while we were there and got to do a bunch of rides!! Plus we saw lots of fireworks and a parade! Literally so much fun and lots of Christmassy feels!

(omg no please don’t worry, it made perfect sense! okay wait this just made me burst into giggles oh god I love the fact neither of us are morning people. made even more funny that you send me asks in the morning and you’re my morning anon. oh we make the perfect pair hehehe. I actually feel so special that you started writing these messages in the morning even though you don’t like mornings either!! I hope you’re doing well my lovely nonnie and that you had a great weekend and that this week is going well for you so far! <3)

#asked and answered #morning anon #I love that neither of us are morning people #That makes this even better #I love waking up to messages from you #I’ve actually really missed you over the last few days #I hope you’re doing well #I hope your weekend was wonderful and I’m wishing you a great week! #Also thank you for all the sweet things you said about my surgery and exam stuff #you literally made me feel so much better #ilysm <3 #long post #surgery talk #vet school adventures

[millies-theme]

hi, here’s another height chart but this time it’s lusii lmao “Why are there two different sets of colors?” reasons. The only one not on here is Zenkeh’s (deceased) lusus, Moose, but I’ll be drawing her later (no, I do not care about the gender of the lusus matching the kid. I went with what I though fit :P) More info under the cut, beep beep

There are two sets of colors because their Lusii are important to their version of the game :V In the game, they’re conscious beings who sort of replace sprites/denizens They’re ALSO reincarnation of the previous sessions’ kids. Kinda sucks for some of them bc they’re like “Yo I was vibin’ but now I gotta take care of some kid??” but most are chill with it. They all have names that they went by preciously which I may reveal in either mini comics or if I ever actually make this a thing lmao. so uh. Squeak (Siroun’s lusus) - Spastic just like her daughter, can’t hold a cohesive thought in her poor head (mostly due to the sugar glider body) has good ideas but can’t remember them for crap. (once they’re out of her mouth they’re gone haha) Henri (Aauron’s lusus) - WE STAN A GOOD MOM, lovely lady wants what’s best for her kid. Supportive as hecc, maybe a liiiiitle overbearing at times. Perry (Turdel’s lusus) - Yes named after that Perry. Depressed but tries his best :C Kinda just wants to sleep on Turdel but understands that he’s got things to do Princeton (Jacmaw’s lusus) - Worried dad, is afraid they’re all gonna die and is also seriously wondering where the heckie he went wrong with his charge :C (Henri’s brother)  Bram (Korri’s lusus) - supportive but mean about it. Whadda ya mean you can’t fix it? hand it here i’ll show you what the heck are you thinking? Favorite word is Fuck. Refer’s to himself as Korrie’s dad and korrie is confused because what the fuck is a dad. Straw(berry) (Criise’s lusus) - Xey baby. Morally questionable baby, but baby. Take xeyr advice with a grain of salt. And maybe give xem some salt. salt’s good. Bear (Cermon’s lusus) - Not allowed in three separate cities under threat of euthanasia due to multiple biting incidents. in her defense she thought Cermon was under attack. If you want clear advice, don’t come to her. Denny (Bowren and Zenkeh’s lusus) - big cat. biiiig cat. Acts like he knows exactly what he’s doing but is insecure. Fears he’s going to lose both his charges and hopes he’s doing what Moose would’ve wanted with Zenkeh. ???? (Fionna’s lusus) - A n g r y. Literally pissed off all the time. Oh, you think you’re gonna go do something? Fuck you. do not pet. Still peeved that she didn’t get to raise Fionna she’s got one job man.

#homestuck oc #homestuck lusus #gilded hearts

[purple-nana]

Barriers

Part 8 - Fluff, Crack

2.7k words   ( Part of the Dorm of us Series)

Warnings: Language

You stared at Jaemin in awe.

“Oh by the way, where’s the other boys?” He asked in confusion, “I bet they would crackle up if I had told them about this ehehehehe” He continues to chuckle in a rather, weird one though.

“Wait—I thought you guys went out?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Jaemin looks around then right back at you. “Well, you can clearly see that I’m right in front of you. In flesh y/n.” He explains as he shrugs his shoulders.

Your forehead furrows even further. “Sooo, what the hell have you been doing that you absolutely had no idea where the boys were when you went home earlier than me?” You ranted in confusion at him.

Jaemin giggles. “Calm down y/n, I fell asleep okay? Ya know it’s hard to look for someone when that person is really trying hard to not be seen.” He smirks, causing you to shut your mouth.

“Besides, it’s really not a big deal that they left us here. Unless,” His turn to raise his eyebrow at you now, “you’re still guilty of something.” He says, crossing his arms.

It wasn’t really a big deal for you anymore—okay fine, it was still a big deal for you that you came in contact with him and not only that, you were alone with him in that space.

That could only mean one thing, more interaction!

Your mind panicked. You need to get out, you need to escape from the possible outcomes that were unfolding in your head. Grabbing your bag, you immediately made your way to the door.

It doesn’t matter where the heck are you going to end up for the night, the club at a fraternity house? Or should you just crash into a friend’s place?

Jaemin grabs your wrist, stopping you as well as your thoughts.

“Stay Y/n please just stay.”

His soothing voice shook your whole being. You really wanted to go out and escape yet another chance for you to talk to him but now—it seems like there’s nothing you can do.

You let out a sigh and turned to Jaemin, who was ready to let go of your hand and hear your words of farewell, however.

You beamed a smile at him. “What should we do to kill time then?”

His lips immediately formed into a wide grin and that was enough for you to convince yourself that you’ve made the right choice. You’re going to accept this one for now, but you’re going to make sure that the boys will get the best beating of their lives yet. They must be having the time of their lives right now.

That made you curious though. Where are they?

Unwary to you and Jaemin’s knowledge cause the both of you were somehow convinced that the boys were having the time of their lives, clubbing, partying, or what the hecky heck they were supposed to do.

Cause your assumptions might have been wrong or let’s just say—it was completely wrong. Turns out, they were having the worst time of their lives.

They’ve made the river park their own personalized debate arena.

“Who’s idea was it in the first place huh?!” Renjun snarls at Haechan, “I was supposed to be studying right now you maniac!”

“Hey! I thought you wanted to see the two idiots together cause they were giving your non-existent ass a damn hard time?!”

Renjun gasps in disbelief and proceeded to look at his ‘non-existent ass’. “How dare you say that I don’t have a butt when yours is as flat as a pancake!”

So yeah, basically the two were doing their thing as usual except the only difference were—they are in public. Making it 1000000x more embarrassing.

Jeno on the other hand, has his lips puckered while sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, mindlessly playing his game on his phone. He was trying his best to ignore his companions as well as pretending to not know any of them, cause they were hella embarrassing

Thoughts such as ‘I regret my life rn’ ‘I wish I should’ve just stayed back home’ ‘I don’t know those guys’

Yeah, each one of them were regretting their life decisions, especially Jeno.

He doesn’t even know how is he going to go home peacefully at this point. He was a hundred percent sure about the events that were about to go down when they go back home.

 And it wasn’t going to be good.

So for the mean time, he’s just gonna enjoy the fresh air and play his games while pretending that the two boys who were just exactly 5 meters away from him were non-existent and silently hope for the best.

“Why was I friends with these psychopaths.” Jeno mutters to himself quietly. Which wasn’t really that quiet since someone might have picked up his words.

Renjun turns around to Jeno with angry eyes. “Ya! Lee Jeno! Who were you calling a psychopath huh? It better be this bitch here or else!” Renjun said that annoyed Haechan.

Haechan’s eyes widened.“You bastard! I’m going to fucking kill you!” 

“Not if I kill you first!”

Jeno just smiled to himself while shaking his head. “Kids.”

You thought the idea of staying with Jaemin would be fun. 

The both you could play games, watch movies, or even talk about you know—stuff. Maybe you made up your decision a little bit too fast? No, it would be fun. You haven’t really spent time with him since you avoided him.

Maybe this time, you could make up for the lost time. It wouldn’t be awkward right?

If you were sure that the both of you can spend leisure time together without being awkward then—you were completely wrong.

You stared into blank space as the terribly awkward atmosphere messes with your brain. Who would’ve thought that a happy question could lead to this situation right now?

Well, who were you kidding? Of course it would be awkward, why didn’t you thought of this sooner? You should’ve just went out.

You’re really going to kill the boys once they step foot inside of the building.

If it weren’t for those morons then you wouldn’t be sitting here staring into thin air for the past hour with Na Jaemin. Yes, you’ve been sitting for the last hour and now your butt is starting to hurt like hell. 

You’re also hungry af, you haven’t eaten anything except for those countless glasses of strawberry milk that you had at the cafe when you ran away earlier.

You just wish that your stomach wouldn’t betray you and make noises without—

“Ahm Y/n? Was that your stomach?” Jaemin asks after he heard a loud growl.

—asking for your permission. great.

“Ah hehehehe,” you giggle nervously, “yeah that was me. I haven’t eaten anything after school ended.” You smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head in bashfulness.

Jaemin chuckled loudly leaving you confused. “You should’ve told me then haha, come on I’ll cook us something.” He says while standing up.

“Oh really? You really don’t have to, I’m fine.” 

“Your stomach says otherwise Y/n.” He smirks at you which made you responded with a blank face. “Come on now~.” He convinces you while pulling your arm. You always wonder why he pulls your arm when he tries to convince you at something.

Well, it does work though.

You sat at the table while you for Jaemin to finish up cooking. Yeah you weren’t helping, you really wanted to cause it would be burdensome for him if he did all the work by himself.

But he insisted, saying that he was ‘the chef of the household’ and it was his responsibility to do the cooking. If you were being honest, that was a very ridiculous reason but nonetheless you accepted it.

You were too tired to create an argument and who wouldn’t want to just sit and do nothing right?

He worked in the kitchen for probably about 20 minutes, Jaemin decided to cook something easy and quick as you were probably tired and need to head to bed any time now.

How can he say so? It was evident that sleep was already at your doorstep when you kept on staring onto space for the past few hours now.

You snap out of your reverie when Jaemin placed a bowl of fried rice and fried eggs in front of you. The aroma of the food slowly made it’s way to your nostrils making your mouth water by it’s scent.

After you thank Jaemin you immediately begin to devour your bowl. After sometime, you tried taking another spoonful of the fried rice but instead you were met by a sad clinking sound of the bowl. 

“Uh? It’s gone already?” You ask your self as you took the bowl closer to your face to take a better look. Empty.

Jaemin snickers at you making you look at him in confusion which then he immediately stops. You gave him ‘the look’.

“What?”

“Why were you laughing at me~?” you ask in a annoyed tone.

“Why?” He chuckles looking at you from top to bottom then averting his gaze. “You were cute.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you look away from him, avoiding his eyes in attempt to hide your flushed face. You stood up flustered and made your way to the sink to put away your dishes. 

Jaemin was confused when he saw you walking towards your bedroom. “Hey! Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to bed.” You responded quickly.

You were about to open the door to your bedroom when Jaemin grabbed your wrist. How many times have he stopped you today by grabbing your wrist?

“Can you stay for a little while longer? I want to talk to you about something.”

You turned to look at him. “There’s nothing for us to talk about Jaemin, and if this is about the other week then please, let’s just forget about that.” You pulled your wrist from him and continued to open your door.

“How can I forget about that when I haven’t even said what I wanted to tell you.” His words made you stop.

You look at him in the eye. “Jaemin please—” your words got cut off by him.

“Tell me, why did I decide to leave home so that I could be here?” 

“Because—” 

“Tell me y/n, why did I still made efforts knowing that you’d still run to Jeno in the end?”

“J-jaemin...”

He ran his fingertips through his brown strands. “Why do I feel jealous whenever a guy touches you even if we were just friends?” 

You were confused by his words, you never knew Jaemin felt that way about you.

Does this mean you were special to him?

That he treasures you? Or is it—

He grabbed your arm and embraced you tightly that caught you by surprise. “I love you y/n, I love you so much to the point that I had to pretend because I was afraid to lose you.” His words were genuine.

You were shocked and happy and dazed at the same time, you were already tired and then these new information started shaking your mind. You never knew but, what about Miri?

“I-i thought you still love her?” you asked softly.

“I didn’t y/n, I never did. I tried to forget about my feelings for you but I—can’t. I can’t bear to think that I would lose you y/n.”

“Why would you lose me?” 

“I was scared that if I told you the truth you’d be gone, forever. I was scared that I might ruin our friendship. So what you told me last week, it made me feel—ecstatic. From that moment on, I realized that I should stop pretending and do something. My feelings only get stronger and stronger each day.” Jaemin admits as tears fall from his eyes. 

You smiled and returned the hug. “You know? I was scared too Jaemin. But now, I’d be gladly to say that—I love you too.” you say as your heart beats uncontrollably in your chest.

You cannot see it but you were sure that Jaemin smiled widely as he embraced you closer to his. Everything was—perfect.

The both of you stayed in that position for quite a while, your chin was resting on Jaemin’s shoulder as he slowly caresses your back. Only stopping when he heard your soft snores.

He smiled to himself, you must have been really tired for you to pass out while standing. Jaemin slowly picked you up and opened your bedroom door. Which caused your eyes to snap open while muttering a soft ‘please don’t leave me’.

Jaemin then decided to take you to the couch. He sat on one end while you peacefully sleep on his lap.

He still couldn’t believe it. Who would’ve thought that the both of you will be in this position. With you in his arms as he slowly guides you to sleep.

Not as friends, but finally as lovers.

Haechan and Renjun quietly tiptoe their way to the dorm while silently wishing that you and Jaemin were already fast asleep cause if not, they’re going to get their butts whooped tonight.

On the other hand, Jeno was casually walking not giving a damn even if his shoes were producing clinking sounds across the tiled floor.

“YA! Lee Jeno! Would kindly make your foot shut up?” Renjun whisper-yells at him.

Jeno’s eyebrows furrowed. “Ahm no? Why would I? It’s not like my foot has a mouth so that I’d be able to make it shut up.” Jeno sarcastically replies to Renjun.

“Will the both of you shut up? I am about to open the fucking door and if y/n sees us then we’ll be fucking dead,” His eyes widened while running his finger across his neck to indicate that ‘they will be dead’.

That made the two shut up while Haechan cautiously open the door, praying that it wouldn’t make any sound to betray them. But much to their dismay, the opening of the door made a ‘creaking’ sound that would certainly wake anyone who wasn’t a heavy sleeper.

This caused the three of them to scrunch their faces in disappointment.

In addition to that, they were welcomed by a wide-eyed Jaemin who was noticeably waiting for them and that scared the living shit of their souls.

“WAH!” Haechan freaks out.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT!” Renjun follows.

“Took you two long enough.” Jeno said as he was the first person to notice your sleeping figure on Jaemin’s lap.

Jaemin just gave them a fake smile while hushing them to prevent you from waking up.

“Oh boi, I guess our plan worked!” Renjun glee cheerfully, giving Haechan a high five.

“So, you were the guys who planned this shit ei? Guess who’s gonna get a nice, lovely beating tomorrow.” Jaemin clicks his tongue while shaking his head.

“Ahehehehehe we’re sorry.” Haechan apologizes.

“We only planned this out cause I was fucking tired of seeing you both being in-denial. It was stressing me out.” Renjun complains, folding his arms together.

Jaemin just rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to Jeno, waiting for his explanation for his side of the story.

He immediately shakes his head. “Nuh uh, I wasn’t apart of this. These guys blackmailed me saying that they will destroy my computer if I didn’t tag along.” Jeno briefly explains.

Jaemin just rolled his eyes for the nth time. “Did you guys had fun? What did you do?” He asks.

Renjun and Haechan awkwardly laughs.

“Of c-course we had fun. We ate out tonight and—” Haechan reasons out.

“We ate pizza”

“We ate burgers.”

 Renjun and Haechan both said at the same time. Haechan gave Renjun the ‘stink eye’ telling him to shut up.

“Ah yes we ate burgers and pizza we also went bowling. Yeah we had fun hehehe.” Haechan awkwardly laughs.

Jaemin pursed his lips as he knew they were lying.

“Well, I didn’t know we went bowling and ate burgers? All I knew was there was apparently two boys bickering at the park as if it was their debating arena.” Jeno innocently says.

“Oh. okay. gotta blast.” Renjun says as he and Haechan ran for their rooms and immediately lock their doors.

Jaemin and Jeno laughed at the behaviors of the two.

Jeno turned to your sleeping figure and gave Jaemin a warm smile. “Take care of her huh? She’s been through so much.”

Jaemin returned the smile to Jeno. “I’d definitely will,” Jaemin looks at you and gave your fore head a gentle kiss.

“She means the world to me.”

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You wake up in a room you don’t recognise.. turning slightly you spot a head of ginger curls ‘oh crap… I slept with Kyle oh shit..’ you bolt up and look around the room for your clothes .. spotting them you pull them back on as quickly as possible without waking Kyle.. but then thinking about it , you can’t just leave him. You walk over to the side of the bed Kyle was passed out on , you tap him awake “..5 more minutes ma..” you roll your eyes at this. “Kyle wake up we need to talk.” His eyes open and he stares up at you for a moment before he jolts up “crap! Y/n what are you doing in my room?” He falters for a moment before flushing red and staring wide eyed at you , questions buzzing through his brain “yes Kyle .. we did” you look down at the ground. “But this needs to stay between us okay?” Kyle just nods , grateful he even got to share that moment with you. “So.. I’ll see you around?” He asks quizzically , you crack a weak smile “well yeah we’ve got to finish that script off”————————————————————————

Soon enough the girls all arrive and you lead them all to your room. “I’ve been hiding something from you guys” you admit “like we couldn’t tell??” “Bebe please- just hear me out alright?” “Alright I guess…” you take a deep breath. “I’ve been seeing Stan .. romantically.. for about two months now” you notice wendys face pale , she must remember what she did last night.. “but I .. I’ve made some mistakes too. Kyle. I ..” you start to tear up thinking about how you’ve betrayed Stan “I kissed Kyle the other day in the library.. well more he kissed me but still!” Your guilt starts to shift to anger “but then.. last night I caught him” you stop to breathe again “ y/n I’m so sorry.. I had no idea .. if I knew you were with him I wouldn’t have kissed him back” “wait- kissed him back? He kissed you first??” Your anger changes to rage “that son of a- well I need to finish my confession.” “Go on love” Nicole smiles as she gently rubs your back “I slept with Kyle.” The silence was deafening. “You… you shagged Broflovski???” “Bebe! Not right now please..” “y/n I just.. I’m so sorry my love.. I hope you know I’d never mean to hurt you like that if I knew” “I know wends.. I know” ————————————————————————As the girls are leaving Wendy pulls Craig aside and tells him everything.————————————————————————-

You both meet at the park about an hour later , “hey Stan..” “hey..” you both walk to the closest bench and take a seat next to eachother “look about last ni-“ “Stan I need to tell you something..” you cut him off “kyle kissed me.. a few days back in the library- and then last night I got so jealous seeing you with Wendy that I kissed him again but you have to understand I was drunk I didn’t mean to sleep with him!-“ stand face drops “you.. you slept with kyle..?” “Look I’m sorry Stan- it was never meant to happen .. I spoke to kyle and we both agreed it stays between us .. well us and now you.” “I..” Stan just stares at you with teary eyes “I knew he kissed you. In the library .. he told me and .. I was pissed I won’t lie to you. I thought that I wanted to get payback on you .. so I kissed Wendy .. multiple times .. call it friends with benefits if you want I don’t care-“ tears bubble over your water line at his confession. “So.. we’re both in the wrong here” you let out a watery laugh “I forgive you.. do you forgive me?” “I forgive you”

Stan slowly pulls you in for a gentle kiss as snow falls around you both.

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The Assistant / Chapter Forty-Eight, “I’m Home”

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                                     SNEAKYYYYYY PEEK

His eyes find mine first and I can’t tell if the sage green is blurring because my eyes deceive me, or that his betray him. Within seconds, it seems that both of our eyes have made a mess of themselves with tears, his shed onto my hand when he brings it to his lips with a kiss. I’m certain that he could taste mine when I steal a kiss from his lips, and those that water his neck with them, sure to not smudge the sentiment that waits to become permanent above his heart.

“Harry Styles,” I giggle nervously with hot cheeks, shaking my head as I stare at the floor, our intertwined hands blocking my view ever so wonderfully.

“My Rebecca Ann.”

Lifting them, my eyes find him like they always so easily do, and so do the divots that fall into his cheeks. The three words that I feel like repeating over and over to him fall again from his lips in a hushed whisper.

I love him more than I did just a second ago. Again.

"When I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything, even talk to you like this. So, that’s what I think love is. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Boy Meets World

+

“Reckon ‘ve neva seen a sight mo’ beautiful in me entire life.” 

“Sounds like you haven’t lived long enough then.” 

“‘m serious, Becks, yer absolutely gorgeous,” I exhale all in one breath, and with so many others wanting to spill out and join. “Yer everythin’, bug.” 

“Oh, hush.” 

“Or else, what, Becks? You’ll make me be quiet? Hmm, ‘d like t’ see you try that one, babe,” I tease, letting my nose drag along her cheek and my laugh float over to her ears. “Reckon yer takin’ too long. ‘m an impatient bloke, y’know.” 

It’s a tragedy to silence her lips budding with a bubbly laugh, but my, do they taste magnificent. Her smile does as well, and so does the song that ignites from my fingers as they run down her arms free of wires and tubes, albeit an annoying cast. 

“Meant it, y’know, that yer so beautiful,” I whisper against her mouth, lifting my head to punctuate my words with a kiss on top of her head. “You look good and seems like you feel that way, too.” 

“Mmmhmm,” she murmurs from below me, the corners of her rose colored lips curling into her cheeks. 

The pink has begun to return to them and so has her dimple indefinitely. It doesn’t compare to the fluttering inside of my chest at the sight of her ocean eyes peering up at me, the flecks of gold glimmering in the light. Admiring her seems to grow better as if climbing a mountain, because next, I get to enjoy the familiarity replaced with her wavy hair pooled over her shoulders. 

“I’m ready,” she exhales nervously, and the baby freckles dotting her cheeks blur in front of me. “Harry, don’t cry, or else you know that I will too.” 

“‘m sorry, ‘m jus’ so bloody happy,” I laugh, finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering as I look at her - the familiarity of the jeans and hoodie hugging her body, the new purple Vans bright on her feet, and the flicks of mascara she insisted on wearing even though she doesn’t need it. “‘m so unbelievably happy that I get t’ bring ya home, bug. Finally.” 

“Me too,” she croaks, a glistening tear falling into the divot of her dimple before collecting at her chin. They disappear from my view, both luckily and not, when she pulls me into her arms. I can’t complain about it, though. “Thank you. I could never say it enough for everything, Harry, you-.” 

“Yer welcome, Becks, forever and ever. No need t’ thank me, I know ya woulda done tha same fer me.” 

“I would have,” she whispers against my neck. I nod into her hair that my nose is smothered by in the best possible way, and it makes me wonder if you can overdose on the smell of orange blossoms and vanilla. It seems a happy drunkenness may come from smelling it, afterall. 

It’s a feat in and of itself to leave her arms, but it shrinks in comparison to the relief I feel at wiping her tears away, unsure of the last time I felt happy to do this, or this happy at all. 

“Shall we get goin’ then, love?” I ask her, thumbing at the imperfection in her cheek that could never be anything short of perfection to me. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” Becks nods. “But, one thing first.” 

“What’s that? I didn’t think ya wanted t’ spend anotha second in this place.” 

“I don’t, but one last kiss is okay,” she smirks and quickly, I’m tasting the absence of melancholy and pain in her kisses. I know that they still sit there, somewhere near, but I choose to ignore them at this moment and to pretend that I can kiss her sadness away. “Okay, now, we can leave.”

“I know ‘ve been waitin’ too long t’ do so . . look at you being a superhero and e’rythin’, bustin’ outta here within a week . . Let’s bring you home already, bug.”

+

It’s rather hard to get used to - not one, but two things. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how beautiful she is and I thought she was a sight when we left the hospital, but damn, was I wrong. She keeps doing that, proving me wrong, always has. I like it more now than I did in the beginning. Now, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets in her bed, it really is by far the best sight. 

My glowing smile sputters and almost goes out completely when I sigh with a hand in my hair. I just had gotten used to the idea of her being in a hospital and trusting the nurses, and now here I am, her nurse. I liked the thought at first, but now that it’s happened and I’m here, it scares the daylights out of me. 

What if I do something wrong?

What if I, of all people, hurt her - elbow her in the stomach in the middle of the night, mess up her bandaging when I rewrap it, or worst of all, mess up her meds?

It all frightens me when I know fully well that I should be the happiest person on earth right now to have her home. But after she got over her bout of sickness, I kept waiting for something else to happen, and I’m still sitting on the edge of that seat, waiting. I never saw the accident coming, but I want to expect the next one, as if I could ever stop something like that from happening. Pffft, I’m no superhero. I don’t know who I think I am, but I know that I want to be everything she needs, and yet, deep down I never could be. 

“Harry?”

“Ya, bug? You alright?” I murmur, my hand falling to my side. “Ya need anythin’?”

“Eh, just for you to watch some FRIENDS with me,” she mumbles, cocking her body to look at me over her shoulder. The eagerness taut in her features melts away, and I straighten up, hoping that I didn’t blow my own cover.

“Alright, Harry?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine, Becks. Jus’ thinkin’ ‘m gonna hafta readjus’ me rules fer fallin’ asleep in the middle o’ watchin’ sumthin’ as we might both break that rule,” I quip, leaving my watch in the doorway to join her under the covers.

Worrying away at my bottom lip, I fail to ignore how that lie went over about as well as if she would’ve told it to me. I could be a good liar, but never to her, and the thought itself cements my insides with guilt.

Her laugh fills the dark with some light inside of me, and her famous toasty body nuzzles against mine.

“You’re sure?” Becks wonders aloud, and meeting her questioning gaze is overdue as I stare off into space.

“‘Bout what?” I reply, a V belatedly forming between my brows in wonder.

“If you’re alright. I’m sorry, but I don’t think that I believe you.”

“Oh, that,” I exhale with an ironic laugh that couldn’t be anything but sad. “Ya, I dunno if I believe meself eitha,” I answer at last, feeling much too sour to keep secrets from her that sprout into lies.

No, if I’ve learnt anything recently, it’s that life can flip you on your ass in a moment. I could lose her in a blink, and I very well almost did. The very last night that I want to be thinking is, ‘why did I tell her that silly little lie when I could’ve just grown a pair and told her the truth?’

“Harry, what’s the matter?” she speaks up, lulling the monsters away with her fingers scratching my beard. “I think you need a nap, you’ll feel better after some sleep, and in a bed.”

“No- I mean, ya. Yer right, but that’s not it.”

“What is it then? You can talk to me, love,” she says, and the sentiment weeds into my thoughts and greets my heart. 

“I jus’ . . I wanna be enough fer you, Becks, and I dunno if I can,” I confess gently, avoiding her intimidating gaze and instead, entranced by her twirling that braided ring.

“Harry, where’s this coming from? Why do you feel that way?” Becks sighs sadly, and within moments, I wish that I’d never said a thing.

“Nevamind, ‘s jus’ tha sleep deprivation talkin.’ Ignore, silly ol’ me.”

“No, I won’t ignore what you said, because it’s not true,” she replies firmly. The prickly wrapping of her arm cast rubs at my jaw when she turns my head to look at her. “I can’t force you to talk, and I don’t want to make you do anything, but . . I’m here, Harry. You’ve said that loads when I’m afraid or losing my shit . . and I dunno, it grounds me.”

“Thanks,” I smile slowly, feeling the words warm up on my tongue. “I want mo’ than anythin’ t’ take care o’ you and ‘m over tha moon happy yer home, but . . ‘m afraid I won’t do a well enough job, or that ‘ll mess it up.”

“You won’t, Harry,” she assures me, leaving circles drawn onto my cheek that may be invisible to everybody else, but me. 

“How d’ya know?”

“Because you’ve shown me how good you can take care of me, especially this week, and the whole two and a half years I’ve known you, Harry Styles,” she insists, leading my eyes back to hers. “I know you’ve told me it a hundred times, but I think it’s time you heard it too - everything is going to be okay. I’m okay, and you’re going to be okay.” 

I nod quickly, swallowing against a dry throat and feeling the slick swiping of her finger catch the tears. They don’t just stop there and proceed to drown her fingers, and then the fabric of her shirt when she drags me over to her and against her front. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she hums softly, zings of electricity left at the sight of her fingertips beside my spine. “This is the real scary part, huh? To come home and to act like everything is okay, and to return to real life . . I feel it too, it’s kind of suffocating . . but I know that we’ll get through this, taking care of each other. I’m not going anywhere, love.” 

“Thank you . . fer stayin . . fer bein’ here.’” 

“Always, Harry.”

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“Always,” I murmur, gently breaking through the tangles found in his hair, falling like ribbons between my fingers. Licks of the vanilla and something musky waft from his hair when I press a kiss to the crown of his head. 

I let my heavy sigh fall into his curls as my cheek molds to his skull, a hummed song escaping my lips. It sings itself while I drag my fingers through his hair until there are no more snarls or tangles to be found, and my fingers ache from drawing circles into his back. The sniffling and sobs have ended finally, replaced by gentle snoring. His chest rising and falling against mine brings a quiet peace to me, and only now can I let my eyes fall shut, unsure if I feel heavier or lighter now. All that time where I was trying to heal, and even now, I was numb to the fact that he was breaking at my side, further and further. 

I hope that you’ll let me fix you, too, Harry.

+

Sunlight creeps in through the hastily drawn shades, leaving my eyes scoured with white patches in front of them. Blinking them away slowly, my gaze wanders to the covers I lay beneath and that take me a few moments to place. It all comes together, like puzzle pieces, as I watch my bedroom sharpen around me. I feel the smile tug at my lips when I find the tousled head of dark curls lying opposite of me. He’s more real than he was a second ago when his thickening beard rubs at the back of my finger, and his locks fall through my fingers. Creases form on his forehead and a light moan sounds from behind his lips. 

“Shh, go back to sleep, it’s okay,” I coo against his hair with a kiss, feeling my smile widen when his arms come around my middle. 

“So, this is real,” I whisper, tracing shapes through his Queen shirt, relishing the sleepy warmth he spreads across me. With a huff, my hands find new homes on his body and I let myself fall back to sleep, thinking of all of the other dreams I’d like to come true next.

+

Shoots and zings of pain awaken me the next time, followed by the creaking of the door and a different voice. 

“Ree, you awake?” somebody whispers from behind the door, but when I see the shock of green hair, I wonder how I could forget that face for a second. “Hey, morning- well, for one of you. It’s time for your meds, and I made some brekky. You should have your pills with it, I can bring some in for you.” 

“Morning . . No, it’s okay, I want to let him sleep. I think he needs it more than me, do you think you could help me up and out?”

“Sure thing,” she whispers, her pink bunny slippers making soft pat-pat noises on the hardwood floor. 

“Sweet dreams,” I wish ever so softly into his hair smelling of Sundays baking with my gran. Regrettably, my arms jelly like from sleep slide away from him, and I inch towards the other side of the bed. 

“That had to have been the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah, it’s like living in a dream,” I remark with a happy laugh, exhaling when my bum finds the cushions of the sofa. “If you would’ve told twenty-four year old that I’d be waking up to Harry in my bed at twenty six, I wouldn’t have believed you.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me, I wouldn’t have believed you, either,” Skye giggles, setting down a plate in front of me with a soft clatter, accompanied by the tap of a glass of orange juice. 

“Okay, Chef Robbins, how much do you think I can eat? I’m not bloody pregnant, now am I? I’m just injured, not eating for two here,” I quip, nevertheless picking up the fork and stabbing at a curd of scrambled eggs. 

“Don’t you even, you need to be getting your appetite back. I don’t expect anything less out of you - eating all of this. You have every damn food group on this plate, thank you very much - Harry would be proud.” 

“He would. What, did you blooming write up a food menu with him, or something?” I ask through a few bites of fluffy eggs. 

“No, but we did come up with a list of groceries together, so I reckon that’s fairly the same.” 

“You, go grocery shopping, since when?” I say, crumbs littering my fingers when I pick up the half slice of buttered toast, shoveling cheesy eggs onto them. 

“Since your bloody boyfriend bullied me into doing it.” 

“Hmm, I should’ve had him do that a long time ago,” I laugh, and it’s welcomed by the sound of her obnoxious one. “My bloody God, you’re going to wake him up with that honker of yours, you know that!” 

“Whoops, I better shut up. I need you all to myself for a change.” 

“Oh, hush up, you had me all to yourself for twenty years or so, reckon you can give me up for a little bit,” I jest, watching her wild bed head shake back and forth with her disagreement. “Also, when’d you become a cook? This is good.” 

“It’s eggs and cheese, no duh it’s good and it’s easy. Is he going to have any? There’s plenty more.” 

“I dunno, I want him to get some more sleep. The poor guy’s been sleeping on a sofa for the last week, for Christ’s sake.” 

“Fuck,” she sighs, biting into her toast with a crunch, leaving grape jam on her lips quite adorably. “Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” 

“What?” I say, staring at the blobs of jam on her lips until I hear my name rasped from the other side of the room. “Harry. H-hi, good morning. There’s uh, breakfast if you want some.” 

“Oh, thanks. ‘ll use tha loo first.” 

“And maybe put a shirt on, or, maybe not after all,” Skye jokes under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear as I watch Harry disappear down the hallway enclosed by the kitchen’s back wall. Every inch of his sleepy body regrettably leaves my eyes, including the mess of bedhead on him, the lack of a shirt, and amongst other things, those green eyes that only relaxed when they found me. 

“Shut up, you creep!” I retort, failing to keep my chuckle to a low hush when her contagious laugh does its magic. 

“All I’m saying is that I’m not complaining about the new house guest,” she explains with a shrug of her measly shoulders, standing to her feet. “I guess I’ll give the happy couple some privacy and eat my brekky with Buffy in my room.” 

“Yeah, you go and pout, and leave my boyfriend alone in the hallway.” 

“I can’t promise anything!” Skye squeals, her slippered feet slowly becoming harder to hear. 

“Mmm, when’d ya wake up, bug?” somebody else asks, but I was ready and noticed him the moment his tall body walked back into frame. 

“Only a few minutes ago.” 

“Oh, how’re you feelin’? Did you take yer meds yet?” Harry questions, rubbing at his eyes on his way into the kitchen, too far away for my liking. 

“I’m fine, but sore. Skye woke me up in the middle of the night to take my meds then, and I’m just about to take some more. How fun.” 

“Oh, ‘m sorry I missed ‘em last night, Becks. I thought I set an alarm on my phone,” he yawns, his drowned out voice accompanied by the scraping of the pan. 

“Yeah, I turned it off after she had done it, because I wanted you to sleep. That’s why I didn’t wake you just now, you need to sleep more.” 

“I know, but ‘m okay. I woke up and saw you weren’t there, and I couldn’t fall back asleep.” 

“You’re cute when you’re all worried,” I joke, chewing the last bite of scrambled eggs as the sofa cushions dip underneath me. “And shirtless.” 

“Oh ya . . sorry ‘bout that. I mean it when I say yer a li’l heater, Becks, and with all o’ those blankets, I must’ve gotten too hot and taken me shirt off sumtime,” he explains with a shake of his head, the bright flesh of the strawberry contrasting to his bubblegum pink lips that surround it. Okay, Becky, it is too early and my brain is too foggy to be having these kinds of thoughts already today. “Alright, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. The strawberries just look so good,” I lie, picking up one and biting into the juicy fruit. I’m unsure of how to feel about the fib going over his head, but it’s whisked away when his cold toes playing footsie with mine instead nudge mine repeatedly. 

“Pills,” he insists from across me, nodding to the foreign looking organizer sat on the coffee table before me. 

“Yes, yes, Nurse Styles,” I exhale, leaning forward to grab them, but I stop when a tight pain radiates through my abdomen. 

“What’d I tell ya ‘bout bein’ careful, love? Ya can’t push yerself too hard now. Are you okay?” Harry coos, dropping his fork onto the plate sat on his lap, making quick work of grabbing the case for me. 

“I know, Dad.” 

“Now, what’d ‘d say ‘bout all that bein’ stubborn shit . . huh?” he rasps, voice framed by the clicking and clacking of the case opening and pills shaking about. 

“I know, I know, you’re just fun to tease.” 

“We know that too,” he answers, setting the case aside and clearing his throat a few times until I look at him. 

“What, do you not know how to use your words?” he only dips his head a little lower and sighs. 

“Watch tha mouth,” he huffs jokingly, dropping the slew of pills into my palm with a nod to my orange juice. 

“You never said anything about toning down the sass.” 

“Didn’t gather that I needed t’, Rebecca Ann, ‘ssa given,” he replies with his seesaw like shoulders helping him talk, finishing off the last few bites of his toast. 

With a groan, I pick up the heavy bottomed glass and between a few glugs of juice, swallow down the multitude of pills. I chase them down with a few more bites of strawberries and hash browns. 

“That betta not be all yer eatin’, Becks,” Harry tuts from my side, scraping his fork along the plate to gather the last scraps of eggs. 

“I’m done.” 

“No, yer not. Ya can be afta ya have two mo’ bites o’ p’tatoes, a strawb’rry, and finish yer juice,” he instructs, pointing his fork at the various food items. 

“Fine, Dad,” I grunt, returning the fork to my hands and doing as he says. “You know, I’d make some joke about how you’d be a good lawyer, or better yet, a good father being all bossy, if you weren’t getting on my nerves.” 

“That means ‘m doin’ me job then,” he chuckles softly from his perch on the sofa. “Hey, where d’ya think yer goin’?”

“What, I can’t go pee without you having to know that too?”

“Sorry,” he barely squeaks, looking away sheepishly from behind me. 

“It’s okay, just chill on the ‘hovering dad thing’ when you’re well, not a dad.” 

“I wouldn’t hafta act like yers if ya did what yer told with a li’l less attitude,” he bites back sarcastically, and I wish that he could see my eyes rolling from this far away. 

“I learned from only the best!” 

“Hey!” his protest meets my ears just as I close the bathroom door with a giggle, sighing when I get off my dodgy ankle to relieve myself.

+

“How upset are ya with me?” Harry coos, a creak heard behind him as he shuts my bedroom door. 

“I’m not upset. I’d just like a little more ‘friendly nurse’ and a little less ‘drill sergeant’ from you, is all.” 

“‘m sorry, bug, but we know both yer ‘bout tha most stubborn person we both know,” he explains, daring a few fingers to stroke my cheek. “C’mon, open ‘em up, Ocean Eyes.” 

“No.” 

“Becks,” he drawls with a feisty giggle, dragging his nose down the expanse of my cheek. “Y’know ya can’t stay mad at me fo’ too long, ya’ve never been able t’.” 

“Oh, wanna bet?” 

“Rebecca Ann,” he whines, bringing forth a giggle from my lips at his beard tickling my neck. 

“What, Harry Edward? I swear, we’ve known how to push each other’s buttons since the beginning.” 

“I don’t disagree,” he says in that breathy laugh. “C’mon, let’s have a cuddle, babe. You can’t deny me.” 

“Oh, wanna bet?” I chuckle, moving away from him, finding that this stupid arm cast of mine gets stuck everywhere and on everything. 

“Becks!” he scoffs with the most offended look on his face when he leaves my neck. “Be nice t’ me, ‘m jus’ tryna love on you, bug.” 

“I don’t disagree,” I quip, relishing in the eye roll I receive and fully deserve, and enjoying the happiness that trickles from my lips next. 

“C’mere, li’l one, yer bein’ a li’l shit again, I think I may have even missed it,” Harry says, the bed dipping under his weight as he returns me to his arms, draping the covers over us. “My bug,” he coos, following the nickname with a slew of kisses to my cheeks. 

I think I’ve almost made it, almost.

+

“Harry, would you stop it already?!” I groan, exasperated by the sound of shuffling items and the pew-pew of the spray bottle. 

“‘m almost done, Becks.” 

“That’s what you said half an hour ago, Harry! Ugh, stop cleaning already and come and watch FRIENDS with me. We both know you’re not really watching it when you’re cleaning, no matter what you say,” I sigh, flipping open the covers in invitation. He stands back up and his eyes cast over to me with a raised eyebrow. Both of mine inch towards my forehead in response, challenging him. “Harry Edward, I swear to-,” I wheeze, losing my control. 

“You swear what, huh, Rebecca Ann?” he responds, at last setting down the rag and cleaning spray on my desk that has never sparkled or looked so tidy as it does now, along with the rest of my bedroom. “Huh? Talkin’ a lotta shit, aren’t we? I swear t’ God, yer all bark and no bite,” he continues with a smile, the overhead light glinting on his gold cross necklace laid over his Beatles shirt that, much to my dismay, he slipped on after a shower this morning. 

“You wanna bet?”

“Ya, I do,” he says, his hands falling splayed onto the mattress in front of me. My God, is he a tease with those long muscular arms, and licking those rose colored lips.

Fuck. 

I can’t hold back anymore and press on the back of his neck, losing my fingers in the tight ringlets of hair sitting there, smiling into the kiss. 

“Hey, watch it!” he exclaims, pulling away quickly and sucking on his bottom lip that my teeth had just sunk into. “Bloody hell, remind me not t’ doubt you anymo’, you li’l shit.” 

“Your little shit,” I correct him with a smirk, pulling him closer by the neck and trying not to laugh at the shocked look on his face. 

“My, you are sumthin’, aren’t you, Becks? I betta watch out. I gotta strong one here . . atta girl,” his smile is the last thing I see before his lips return to mine. “Wait a second.” 

“What? I wanted to kiss you some more.” 

“Oh, stop whinin’, my li’l baby,” he titters, walking away much to my dismay and opening the door to my closet. “What have I found here, hmm? ‘s this a photo album o’ baby Becks?”

“Oh, you found that?” I giggle, yanking up the covers to my shoulders and enjoying my view of him crossing the room. There is just something else about a man in joggers, sigh. 

“Ya, when I was cleanin’. Looks like me hard work paid off afta’ all,” Harry says, sliding under the blankets with me. “What’re you starin’ at me like that fer?” 

“Nothing,” I sigh shyly, scooting over until my head finds his tummy and his arm finds the curve of my shoulders. 

“What’re you blushin’ ‘bout, li’l one?” he giggles from above me, laying his arm over the closed photo album. I only find that he’s forgotten it when I dare to peer up at him, and his eyes are waiting on me. 

“I just- I dunno,” I huff with my cheeks aching from shy smiles. “This is kind of all I ever wanted, give or take a few parts. Including the waking up to you shirtless in my bed, and looking all cute in comfy clothes.”

That breathy laugh sparks his lips into a smile again, followed by his bottom lip escaping to between his teeth nervously. 

“I don’t disagree,” he quips, and this time, I actually groan at how cheesy he can be. “Really tho’, Becks, I wanted all o’ this too. I dunno what t’ do with meself now that I have it all - get t’ wake up t’ you in tha mornin’, take care o’ you, spend me day watchin’ FRIENDS with you, and now, lookin’ at yer baby pictures with you. I can’t wait t’ see what our kids are gonna look like.” 

“Stop it, or I’ll cry again,” I croak, swatting at his chest, but it’s nothing more than a tap. 

“I hope those are happy ones,” he whispers into my hair, and a small laugh joins the tears running over my lips. “Bloody hell, think I might spill a few as well. Look at these, were you tha cutest baby or what?” Harry sighs happily after opening the book to a random page, lifting it to get a better look at a photo of four-month old Robbie and me in matching Winnie the Pooh Halloween costumes. Looking up at him, something twinkles in his eye and in his cheeks where the dimples sit lower than ever. 

I hope oh so badly that our babies have those dimples of his. Someday.

Until then, I’ll soak up these days of waking up to him, hopefully shirtless, and falling asleep together watching our favorite show, and wondering how it could get any better.

+

Every day seemed to run into the next, and in the best way possible, don’t get me wrong. I got to wake up to Harry beside me, toasty in my bed, and due to that, absent of a shirt and I was not complaining. No, siree. Some body parts still hurt quite a bit, but slowly they hurt less and less, and through that time we got our routine down. Pills three times a day and then twice, Skye helped me with showers, physical therapy three times a week, my ankle became more steady, I could stay awake for longer periods at a time without needing a nap like a growing puppy, and quickly, I was fighting Harry for the last sausage or cookie. 

He was enjoying it too, I could just tell. I would bet a lot of money that he couldn’t be enjoying it as much as me, though. 

To say that I didn’t get sick of him would be a lie, because oh, were there moments. First, there was his incessant cleaning to keep him busy, which luckily was remedied by his Zoom meetings for work that he’d take in the living room once a day while I napped. Secondly, I swear he watched me and closely as I ate, and it got annoying very fast. The naps and Zooms helped loads though, as did the few times he went home to grab different clothes, do laundry and the like, and go grocery shopping, but even then I missed him a little bit. As soon as he left because I got sick of him, I wished he would come back, and that’s how it went again and again.

+

The cold bites at my cheeks, sure to have left them rosy and wind chapped. Not quickly enough, the car begins to warm up and so do I. 

“Alright?” he says with a warmth to his voice that curls around my icy bones. Turning in my seat, I find his lips pinker than ever as he rubs the feeling back into my arm, my free one. Nodding at him, he returns it before pulling the seat belt over him and checking his mirrors. 

“Are you?” I ask, a few moments after he had begun to drive. 

“Mmmhmm,” he responds, kneading at his lips once we arrive at a red light, briefly meeting my eyes but not holding them. 

“You’re . . acting weird, Harry,” I say slowly, unsure of my words and how he’ll receive them. “I’m the one still getting nervous about being in a car, so what’s your excuse?” 

“Nuthin’ . . ,” he insists, grabbing hold of my hand when the light turns green, twirling the bracelet around my wrist absentmindedly. “‘Kay . . I was wonderin’ if we could stop somewhere befo’ we go home. Y’know, if yer not too tired afta P.T. jus’ now.”

“No, I’m good- I mean, yeah, we can. Preferably, if I can sit down at this place you’re going after that workout I just had.” 

“I think that can be arranged,” Harry grins, avoiding my prying eyes that search for a hidden meaning in his words. Narrowing my eyes, I squint at him, hoping that will help me to decode his answer, but I come up empty. Sighing, I look away, unsure of why he isn’t letting me read him this one time, but forgetting it after I remember how unbelievably handsome he’s looking with the beard and ochre colored beanie pulled over his curls. “Stop starin’ at me, woman,” he titters, and I only reply with a confused shake of my head.

+

Sighing, I pull my phone from my pocket and find the absence of new texts, still. A smile tries at my lips when I revisit my screensaver that I gloss over at times, a giggly selfie from bed with Harry. I trace the dimples in his cheeks and the smile pinching them before letting it fall back into my pocket. 

The shelves of items and hangers of clothes don’t do anything for me, nothing jumping out at me to buy it, and so I wander on to the next little shop, a bakery. Soon, a gooey cinnamon roll occupies my time as I wait, wait, and wait. 

“What’s taking you so long, Harry?” I grumble under my breath, finding a seat in the corner of my favorite little coffeeshop down the street. It feels good to get off my ankle that still bothers me at times. Setting down my hot chocolate, the cinnamon roll stills in my hand when I look up and find my familiar view. 

If I look hard enough, the sun is streaming in through the windows and that Bon Iver song is trickling from the speakers again. The mystery novel is sitting in front of me, beside a half empty mug of coffee, and there he is. He’s making jokes with the barista at the front, arms folded over the tall flat surface where outgoing drinks are placed for pick up. My heart could do it again, race incessantly like a horse out of its gate, and I’d likely remain glued to this seat, unwavering but not unwanting. 

Dinggggg! 

Blinking, I’m jolted from the memory by a sound, and suddenly, the sun isn’t leaking into the coffee shop and he isn’t standing there, belonging to somebody else anymore like I had dreamt about last night. My nightmares sure are getting creative these days, drudging up old memories from last summer, the summer from Hell. They must be drying up if they have to resort to the time I saw him in this coffee shop after he’d starting dating somebody else, the day I felt shocked in my seat dying to say hi to him, but more afraid than ever. It feels like another person then, to be afraid to go up to Harry and to say hi, but that’s how it all was. It’s how it all felt, and how I was feeling. He felt like another person entirely and so did I, as if strangers.

Shaking my head and then grimacing at the slight ache that it still holds, I glance down at my phone to find the text that I’ve been waiting for. 

sorry it took me so long bug. i hope ya found something u liked at one of the shops, or coffee, knowing u ;) i’m guessing ur at the coffee shop still from ur snapchat, so if u turn the left corner, and go down to the end of that block, you’ll find me there ;) see u soon baby

I can’t hide the smile that sticks to my lips as I leave with the cinnamon roll tucked safely into my hands, but it wavers when I come across the shop he speaks of. I double check and I triple check before finding his Range Rover parked a few yards away, telling me that this is the place. How odd, I think, as the bell tinkles overhead and the classic rock music greets me. 

It only takes me a few moments to find him, waiting on a brown leather sofa in a waiting room of sorts, wringing his hands in his lap. Uh yeah, I can only think of one reason why, and no more than that. I can’t tell if the anxiousness painting his body worsens or remains the same when he spots me in the doorway, standing to his feet and taking my hand. 

“Hey, that’s mine!” I exclaim, grabbing for the last bite of the cinnamon roll that he steals from me. “Harry!” I sigh, watching him feed it between his lips, but he leaves one last bite pinched between his fingers. 

“Oh, ya want this?” he smirks, holding it out for me. I inch forward and am surprised with a messy kiss that tastes of cinnamon and sugar, sparking a song behind my lips. “Here, baby Becks,” he coos, feeding it to me at last before he tugs on my hand to follow him. 

“Harry, what’s going on? Why are we here? Why are you here, or do I even need to ask?” 

“I thought ya graduated top o’ yer class, so ya should know why we’re here, Ms. Lawyer. Use yer deductive reasonin’ skills, Becks - why do ya deduce we’re at a tattoo shop?”

“Harry,” is all I say, voice absent of anything and everything as I follow him down a short hallway, and into a room that resembles a doctor’s office. It’s not much bigger, but is a spitting image with the massage parlor looking black bed-table-thingy. 

“Matt, this ‘s Becks, and Becks, this ‘s Matt,” Harry says, and a tall man turns around and shines his pearly whites at me. “He’s been doin’ me tattoos fer awhile now, best artist I know.”

“H-Hi, nice to meet you.” 

“You as well, I’ve heard a lot about you over the years,” Matt responds warmly, waving over to a comfy looking black office chair against the wall. Harry has already helped himself to the massage parlor looking thing, and his North Face and jumper have found their way off of him, too. “I hear you’re the reason we’re here today.” 

“Wait, I am? What?” I answer, eyes flitting over to Harry’s. I’m sure of the alarm that blazes in them, and the flames only grow higher when he lets go of my hand. I can’t say that they die down when he slides off his long sleeved shirt dotted with nineties Nickelodeon tv shows, showing the entire room his sculpted torso and inked arms. The sage in his eyes warms and he scoops my hand up again, squeezing it and rubbing hearts into the back of my hand. 

“Ya ready t’ see what ‘m gettin’, Becks?” Harry grins ever so proudly, I don’t think that his grin could be any more shit eating than it is right now.

The moments follow and they pass as Matt takes out a piece of what looks like tissue paper on it with purple ink, the design obscured from my eyes. The last thing he does before leaving is to press it to the blank slate above Harry’s heart, and slowly peels it away, revealing the image to me at last. 

His eyes find mine first and I can’t tell if the sage green is blurring because my eyes deceive me, or that his betray him. Within seconds, it seems that both of our eyes have made a mess of themselves with tears, his shed onto my hand when he brings it to his lips with a kiss. I’m certain that he could taste mine when I steal a kiss from his lips, and there are those that water his neck with them, sure to not smudge the sentiment that waits to become permanent above his heart. 

“Harry, is that-,” I begin at last after pulling away from him, my hand falling from his cheek slick with tears. 

“Mmmhhm, ‘s yers,” he answers with a definitive nod, several meanings encapsulated in his words, but I take with me only a few. My fingers trace above his skin the four numbers, ever so familiar to me. “Yer handwritin’, Becks.” 

“Why 2024?” I wheeze, wiping away the lingering tears, knowing that they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. As I speak them, the answer rings behind my eyes, but I wait for his answer.

“‘Cuz,” he answers, like it’s ever so obvious, willing my eyes back to his waiting pair. “I know this year’s only started, and ‘s been a bit o’ a shit show t’ say tha least, but ‘s tha year that brought you back t’ me, and let me keep you. ‘ll be grateful t’ it forever, and t’ you, Becks.” 

“I love you,” I whisper, not having decided to say the words and yet, there they are, spilling themselves to his ears. 

“I love you, baby, mo’ than anythin’,” he giggles happily, a tear breaking free from his eye to course down his cheek. His beard is ticklish against my temple where his lips litter kisses and love, the reason those very numbers are about to become permanent right where his heart lives under his chest. “I found a grocery list you had written tha other day, and I dunno- I jus’ loved tha way you wrote tha year and how those numbas meant so much . . and mo’ importantly, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout how I wanted t’ forget all o’ this . . yer accident. So, instead o’ forgettin’, I wanna remember this bumpy start we’ve had, by this, havin’ yer writin’ on me fer me life.”

“Harry Styles,” I giggle nervously with hot cheeks, shaking my head in disbelief as I stare at the floor, our intertwined hands blocking my view ever so wonderfully. 

“My Rebecca Ann.” 

Lifting them, my eyes find him like they always so easily do, and so do the divots that fall into his cheeks. The three words that I feel like repeating over and over to him fall again from his lips in a hushed whisper at Matt’s return. 

“Are we ready to get this show on the road?”

Harry nods at me with a questioning look, and I nod at him, squeezing his hand. 

“Alrighty then, let’s do it,” Matt announces with enthusiasm in his voice, something that wanes inside of me at the prospect of seeing Harry in pain. 

If he can do it, going through about as much hell as I did after that car hit me, then I can at least do this. The insane amount of flattery and the overwhelming love that radiates off of him as the tattoo gun begins to buzz, helps to soften the blow. 

I love him more than I did just a second ago. Again.

+

It smells the same, and sounds like before. I welcome the familiarity, but a shy nervousness sits in the corner of my mind, and deep down, inside of my gut. An excitement tries to overtake it up there, and I wait on the sidelines to see what will happen. 

The thought is whisked away when there’s a whisper of a touch against my temple, and my body bumps habitually into his, seeking safety. Blinking hard and looking upwards to my left, I find a smile waiting in those molten sage eyes. 

“Alright, bug?” Harry coos, leaning down to press his lips to mine briefly. I nod in reply, waving my thumb over his jawline hidden in thick facial hair, a sight I never thought I’d see inside of these four walls. “Are ya ready t’ get back into tha thick o’ it, Becks?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s about time that you let me come back, I’ve been going mad sitting at home having nothing to do for the last few weeks, and especially since you’ve been back part time since last week,” I answer, the song he sings joining that of my own when his fingers brush against my ribs that don’t ache from his touch anymore, and his nose nudges at my temple that doesn’t hurt when I laugh too hard. 

“Hey, I know that, but I wanted t’ make sure ya wouldn’t over exert yerself and yer arm ‘s still gettin’ all caught up bein’ in that cast fer awhile. Also, I rememba a certain sumbody practically forcin’ me t’ come back, I didn’t have much say over tha matter. Hmmm, I can only wonder who that’d be,” he jests, and all hints of my poker face run away from me as he raises his eyebrows at me. The very pair he let me have my way with the other day, which lasted about five seconds before he started whining, even though the woosey has fresh ink on him.

“I know, you’re still being Daddy Harry,” I sigh dramatically, its ending found in a deep chuckle that he elicits from my lips with a surprise bear hug. His laugh drips with molasses too, and I feel like this couldn’t taste any sweeter, my arms hidden under his blazer and nudging at his belt. 

“I’ll manage.” 

“I know ya will, ya always do . . my Becks. ‘ll be there t’ help too,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as the electronic number reaches to twelve above our heads. My head falls to the crook of his neck where it’s longed to be . . for such a long time. Years. His solid arms filled with safety lift from me and return once they wrap his violet blazer around me, and only do I close my eyes when his lips find a temporary home on the top of my head. “Y’know, I dunno what t’ call you now - mentee, colleague, girlfriend.” 

“You can just call me either or, boss boyfriend,” I suggest, meeting his glowing green eyes while an electronic ding sounds overhead, signaling another floor passed. 

“Sounds good t’ me, Rebecca Holte,” he hums, a corner of his mouth curled into his cheek and sharing that happy dimple with me. The chipped black nail polish teases at my sight when his thumb runs over the brand new scars dotting my cheeks that he’s healed with his kisses. “Ya betta make this one last fer a while now, we have a meetin’ right off tha bat,” he says firmly with raised eyebrows, but a smile teases at its corners. 

Standing on my tiptoes, I lean forward and close my eyes, seeing the glinting flecks of gold in his eyes as I taste the honey on his lips. It’s hidden in the words that pass unspoken between our lips, cut short by the declarative beeps and the number sixteen waiting atop, seventeen just around the corner. With a giggle, I steal one last peck from his lips, and watch as he shakes his head after my wandering hand squeezed his bum. 

“C’mon, you li’l shit,” he mutters with a roll of his eyes, adjusting the strap of his shiny, new messenger bag strewn across his chest. “Or would ya ratha I say, ‘shall we, Becks?” Harry asks, holding out a hand in front of us, and I nod. 

“Let’s go, boyfriend,” I say with a large smile, catching the wink he gives me as our shoes click and clack on the marbled black tiling of the firm’s floors. 

Now, I have.

I’ve really made it now.

I thought I had once or twice before, but this is it. I have it all, and more is on the way, and no longer are the dreams out of arm’s reach. No, they’re right there where I can touch them, and so is a very special one that won’t stop smiling at me, and I wouldn’t ever want to stop smiling at him.

Another thing I’m sure of is that I’d never want to stop listening to the song that flows from his lips, I could listen to it for the rest of my life.

                             THE END . . FOR NOW

Don’t miss Harry and Becks’ future adventures in the sequel to The Assistant, The Partner, coming soon! Until then, you can catch up with Hecky when The Firsts, an Assistant Blurb Series, begins September 14th at 12pm CST! Keep an eye out for the masterlist post for The Firsts, to be published soon! I could never thank all of you enough for reading and for sticking around this long with me. I am so excited to continue this series and for you to see what’s coming ;) See you in two weeks!

#the assistant hs #hecky #pa harry #harry x becks #harry styles x becks holte #becks holte #lawyer!harry #boss!harry #ceo!harry #office romance #lawyer romance #enemies to lovers #tsundere #slowburn #fluff #angst #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #young adult #fiction #fanfiction #wattpad #writing #lawyer fanfiction #lawyer x assistant #narrymccartney writes #the end #last chapter #new update #chaptered fic

[realityshiftingandblogging]

Little things that help me script or pass the time (while also planning).

Pinterest! Making a board of all the images that remind you of your DR can really help. For example, my shifting group was trying to help me find images of what Mana control looks like. (Example: we decided it can range in color depending on the person's personality.) I made a board a while back with individual sections, and of course it was difficult to search "Mana control" and find a good picture, so lo and behold upon going to "related" on my board I found a really nice picture for it. Here it is for anyone curious:

To put it short, any images that strike your fancy can be put into a board and it will find anything relevant. You can also choose to add it to your home feed and it's pretty fun overall. ^^ Sometimes the images themselves help come up with ideas.

Drawing! Yes drawing! You can search drawing poses (for public use) and draw people from your DR as them. A good example is you just got done scripting a nice holiday event, it's really important to you.. so you're obviously going to want to remember your idea of what it was like right? So no more~ it's drawing. You don't have to be good at it, it's just fun to do it. Especially when there are poses like...

So anyway.... it's fun to do so give it a try~

Making a playlist. Yep~ playlist. There are some fun music templates out there like.. "click shuffle and the song is your oc's relationship with __." Those templates can work with your DR self if you are low on ideas or not really sure. Secondly, if you like the songs you added then you can always listen to it as a sign! There's a trend going on around Amino that if you ask a question (with a set intention) and click shuffle then the title or lyrics is the answer. Though if it doesn't seem to add up that's okay! It won't work 100% of the time. And for anyone confused on what you should ask then here are some ideas: how is my DR self doing?, how is my DR s/o?, is there anything my DR self would want to say to me?, what do my DR friends want to say to me?, etc... "

Scripting using a chat app. It's actually easier in my opinion and it saves you from awkward situations.... like accidentally sharing your scripts to someone via text message. I have been asked before, how do you script using a chat app? Well that's easy... and there are many alternatives. I suggest first finding a chat app that you can use and create sections with. Here are some I suggest: Discord, Nuclino, Slite, and Notion! My personal favorite is Nuclino and Discord. I recently had to delete Nuclino because I needed space in my phone but I still have Discord so I can give an example...

You can create what is called a "Category" and then below them are channels. Categories open and close if you tap on them so don't worry about it seeming too cluttered. A category is just a file folder for all the channels that you created. As you can see I have

>General

>Personal Scripts

>World Overview

>Myself

>My clothes

>Important People

Though you can add whatever you want! Now on to channels...

This is what it will look like. For example you could..

>General

-Chat room

-Brain Dump

-Brain Mapping

-Ideas

-Concepts

-Images for later

Etc...

And as for

>Myself

-My dr face

-Personality

-Abilities

-History / backstory

-Life overview

-My LIFA

So on...

In these text channels you can place your scripts and ideas. Originally, servers (which is what you call this) are for a group of people that you invited to join. Though you don't HAVE to invite people and you can keep it private and to yourself. There's also an option to search messages; So, if you remembered something that you want to see again or edit then it is possible. Keep in mind there's a word limit to how much you have to send at a time. So split it up if possible but yes, there is no limit to how much you can place in a channel. Try it out yourself~

Reading headcanons. Yup~ But here's the thing. It doesn't have to be headcanons about a specific person. The internet, and especially Tumblr, has tons of headcanons for things in general. Not sure what to do about Kitsunes? Or Orcs? Or Elven people? Or just your DR's randomness? Say no more there are headcanons about culture, customs, and abilities. And I mean a lot of them. It can really help spark ideas or get a clue of what to script next.

And that's all for today~

Please, keep in mind that you don't have to script everything. And also keep in mind, you can script whatever the heckie you want.

#ideal reality #reality shift #desired reality #loa #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting #subliminals #subliminal

[thesoftestlittlepuffball]

Putting Others First: A Missmatch of my thoughts

Can I just say that this was SUCH AN INCREDIBLE EPISODE!?!?!?! Like what the actual flip! So much dilemma’s, character development, beautiful background music and I am freaking here for it. 

Okay, what follows does contain spoilersssss sooooooo... XD  Plus it is pretty long as the video was like 51 minutes. Not gonna complain but I have a lot of thoughts because of it :D

PS: Excuse my spelling on some things, I am too excited to care :P PPS: Leave me your thoughts! What did you think about certain points in the episode or did I leave important stuff out? Let me now I’d love to chat :D

Crush to Crush’d oh my gosh the boi is sad and I am already sad too.

The intro music is everything

Angry boi Thomas in da house

HE SO MAD AT HIS FRIENDS

There is a flipping rap song I am freaking out trying to keep it together really trying not to scream out of pure nerdiness. 

Roman is a sassy boi

Is there going to be like an Ego ‘Dark’ side as in the title frame you saw different players and one without a picture... oehlala

‘PREDICT THE FUTURE‘ Roman... he so good boi

Patton when Roman is trying to help him ‘Uhm yeah you go Roman’ whilst thinking ‘What the freak is he doing’

Baby making Catholics made me snort.

ROMAN’S RABBIT TEETH (after he’s a jolly good fellow. I need a picture of this).

Roman vs Patton is starting and I am not ready for the angst I am not ready please no...

BAGELLLLLLL (Yep my boi has ADHD and as a fellow ADD person I can confirm xD)

‘Such a dad that it’s too much to handle sometimes‘ said Roman. Oh nooooooooooo

I am slowly dying inside cause Roman and Patton are not really agreeing oh shoot

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR (Roman my fellow theater geek)

Logan lowdown oh my gosh

He is talking so muccch to be honest I’d skip this in the game lol.

Pat is so sad. He is so confused and trying so hard :(

The heart is confused :0

Roman nearly insulted Patton oh my gosh this is not gonna end well

Logan keeps popping up but why he just not appearing? Like does he not feel good? He not feel accepted? Awww

Where in the flippy the flip is Virgil

I LOVE THE VISUALS OF THE TRAIN With the little logos in the left up corner <3

I love that they are actually giving Roman and Patton time to argue with Logan giving facts in the screen. As now these two really get to talk instead of constantly switching to Logan. 

Can we just appreciate the Trumps joke. Oh I’m sorry the T-word.

Patton is struggling and I am so sad for him.

LOGAN HIT PATTON?! Hits morality with the facts oh my gosh.

Your desires... are in the way... Roman my boi

Angst.

The little smirk by ‘...I guess.’

‘Doing nothing is worse than doing good for the wrong reasons.‘ Okay my boi Patton is really struggling. 

‘Thank you Logan.‘ I love that Thomas is now relying on Logan :) Plus I am so happy that he is back.

‘I do need help.‘ THOMAS ;.;

Logan coming in with the facts that Patton is contradicting everything he said to do right now oh shoot. I love Logan.

Logan is sassy. (correct me if I’m wrong)

PATTON BECOMES A BIG ASS FROG AND I AM STRESSING SO MUCH WHAT WHY LEE AND MARY OH MY GOSH

Logan I’ll say it again: I love you. 

I am sorry Logan was Deciet?!

Deciet really trying to help! 

‘He didn’t mislead you on purpose’ said Deciet about Patton awww

‘Soften approach is equally bad.‘ Oh shoot.

THOMAS GOT HIT AND NOT DECIET AJRGNHDFJMGDKGN

I am just gonna draw attention to the fact that Deciet appeared in the living room with such concern on his face I love this boi.

Analogy of lifeguard... and than failed analogy lol.

Logan appears (Deciet is like SHIT XD)

LOGAN AND DECIET TEAMING UP SORTA I AM LIVING FOR IT

Deciet is such a supporter of mental health and he is so winning me over. He is such a good boi. ‘Mental health should be equally important as your physical health.’

Deciet is showing a lot of his clean half face... is that like when he is telling the truth? :0

Deciet punned with Patton was something I didn’t know I needed.

YES ROMAN FIGHT HIM-

Oh no Roman nononono not for good reasons nononono

So Deciet is like selfcare and selfishness is good and Roman is not having the selfishness.

DECIET’S NAME IS JANUS WOW WHUT

ROMAN DO NOT MAKE FUN OF HIM BAD BOI

Oh shoot Roman is crying because Deciet compared him to Remus oh no.

My boi is crying.

I am crying.

Roman looks for support but isn’t getting any...

I wanna sob.

I am sobbing.

Deciet- pardon me Janus just looks utterly defeated. 

Uhm is it just me or did Roman look really angry at Patton before sinking out.

‘How many times sorry before they’re just bad for you... ‘ Patton is so sad. He trying so hard. 

Deci- Janus is really good boi.

LESLEY OH MY GOODNESS THEY REALLY GOT HIM TO DO IT HAHAHAHA

Patton ‘more mature more questions is harder for me sometimes idk the way’ He is so good.

I will say it again where the hecky the heck is Virgil.

Janus’ little eyebrow raise :D

Thomas is accepting Janus as a part of him and yes yes yes yes yes.

Yes.

‘I’m not perfect.‘ Uhm Thomas you hurting Janes’ feelings. Janus is like ‘I am imperfect?‘

I am living for Janus

STUCK WITH A SNAKE BOI

You’re right --> IT FEELS SO GOOD xD

Thomas looks content with himself for once.

Janus and Patton :D

Lesley makes an appearance.

WHERE IS VIRGIL?!

People if you have made it this far, wow. xD That you can make sense of my rambling: bravo! 

Conclusion: Roman is getting a lot of angst, Patton angst too but he is trying soooo hard. Janus is one of my faves now. And Logan is just getting up there lol. This episode really made me love Logan and Janes. Plus (background)music was awesome. 

#ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #sanders sides #thomas sanders #puffballrambles #roman sanders #patton sanders #janes sanders #deciet sanders #logan sanders

[derelictdumbass]

*slams hands on desk* BOO BOO, MY FOOL! I have a question for you to answer at any time (that I don’t know/remember if you’ve answered before AH). What do you think the Seed family smells like? Obviously Faith smells like flowers, nature, and pure sunshine because she is Baby and this is Fact, but I’m curious about your deeper thoughts and feelings in general. PLS FEED ME, 6 HOURS ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT IS GOING TO KILL ME. 😩💜 You know I’ll be in here to slap any more questions *cough excuses for you to go off cough* at you when I think of them. 😤 Sending you ALL my love and positive energy!!! ✨🥺

*baps hands over urs* YES HELLO WELCOME BACK TO THE DOPPLEGANGER INBOX YOU HAVE ONCE AGAIN ASKED A VERY GOOD QUESTION I HAVE MANY MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT ASHSJSSH (I hath not spoken about Scents yet ahshshs vaguely I have described their scents in fics but that doesn't count-) *rubs my gremlin hands together* I'm too brain dead for anything else so bless for giving me something to do I hope your 6 hour public transport ride is not too hecky ahsjshshs

ANYWAY, YES, Faith absolutely smells like flowers and nature and sunshine bc she IS BABY !! But like yes okay, in the canon au I do really imagine she has a lingering wet earth smell, like the smell right after it rains. And of course the flower smell is a given, I think it's fun to imagine the specific flower smell changing so one day she smells like lavender and the next day she smells like her bliss flowers and the next roses or something.

ALSO if we want to,, get into shampoo or body spray,, I imagine her hair always smells like vanilla and cherry blossoms and to be completely gay here if I may, her body spray is the kind that smells like cherry bubblegum 😳👉👈 She likes the Cherry Smell (like this probably mainly,, goes for the no cult au,, like I'm not saying they don't shower in canon but also *wheezes* tell me John isn't the only one having regular showers, look me in the eyes and tell me Mr Dirty Ass Clothes Jacob is showering regularly, you can't-)

TALKIN' ABOUT JACOB !! In my mind he has a very distinct pine wood smell, like he just got done chopping some wood and on top of that just has a very natural musky smell? (I don't know how to describe a musky smell but you feel me) also a small hint of gunpower, like it just?? makes sense?? It's very prominent on his clothes if you're up close but a respectable distance away and it's very faint. (maybe also a very faint dried blood smell bc, once again, jus makes sense)

If Jacob had like body spray he probably wouldn't care how it smelt so it'd probably be one of the super strong ones, (like '48 hour lasting' type of deal) and his shampoo would probably be somewhat the same but maybe John gets him a cinnamon smelling one and he just keeps getting it because why not? (I imagine John would also get him cologne and other stuff but most of the time it just sits in Jacobs bathroom neglected ahsshdhd)

John wears cologne 110% of the time and I like to image he swaps between a few but I think he'd really like the floral/berry scented ones bc they smell the best. (Like I imagine before Eden's Gate he'd wear more of the obnoxious smelling cologne's, like not gross obnoxious but you know he's weraring cologne obnoxious) Without the cologne I think he'd have a minty, fresh kind of smell. Like his clothes always smell brand new and ironed and OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BEARD STUFF, THERE'S SPECIAL STUFF FOR BEARDS RIGHT??

*quickly google's it* OH SHIT THERE IS VIK DID YOU KNOW THIS ?? John would 11/10 have beard oils and beard gel okay have you seen his beard you know he styles it you know he w o u l d *continues to lose it for five minutes over this new information* NO HIS BEARD IS GONNA BE ALL SOFT AND SMELL LIKE VANILLA OR LAVENDER OR OAKASDIDOFJOAIAJSJDJFJDJDLASKDKFJFJDJSJSJFJFJGJ

*insert short intermission here of me regaining my composure*

A N Y W A Y,, Joseph I always imagine kind of smells like burning candles, also a woody nature kinda scent but different from Jacob or Faith, like I'm imagining the kind of smell in those craft shops that have all the candles but also maybe what it smells like to enter a cozy log cabin with incense burning. (not me subtly saying Joseph smells like HOME and COMFORT) like everything about Joseph is super intense so it kind of just makes sense he also has an intense smell?? Right??

His shampoo and body wash would probably be very "natural" stuff if that makes sense? Like I don't see him buying into all the fancy smelling things and just goes for basic things that focus on hair care or body moisturizing stuff LIKE DO YOU FEEL ME? He might have one or two fancy shampoos/body washes but only because John bought them and you can't say no to John, legally you just can't.

Okay but also now i'm thinking about moisturizing oils/creams and like John would have a bazillion, like again very fruity ones. Faith may have like, one or two but they're super old and she barley uses them, they're nice cranberry scents tho. I doubt Jacob would ever touch a moisturizer or cream (EVEN THOUGH H E S H O U L D, JACOB UR SCARS NEED SOMETHING BBY PLS JUS PLS SOME OIL SOME CREAM SOMETHING TAKE CARE OF URSELF *SCREAMS*) and Joseph might have a few but not that many.

(this literally turned into a game of which seed cares about their hygiene routine more *wheezes* Guess who it is oaksjdnfn) This got entry level doppleganger rambles level long my bad ahsjshshshs Why did this take me like three whole hours to write tho god my b r a I N is so d e a d, I HOPE THESE RAMBLES ARE TOO YOUR LIKING AND IF YOU HAVE THOUGHTS I'D LOVE TO HEAR THEM AHSSJSHSH

#nadine answers #doppleganger friend 💜 #Far Cry Tag #NO PROOFREADING WE DIE LIKE MEN #now back to laying in my hammock staring at the sky doing absolutely nothing ajsjdbdbdb #okay that's not true i'm gonna lay in my hammock staring at the sky thinking about these bastards bc head full at all times