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cat-126 · 2 years

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ʚĭɞೃ; Part 4: House visit

Summary: Y/N is in their Junior year taking sciences, and has been elected as the Class Procter for the current year, as Class Procter she must fullfill certain objectives, but what happens when she runs into someone who claims to know her from her past?

Warnings: Swearing

Story Notes: ignore the oct1 in yn tweet mitske jm so tited

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"I'm so tired..." Hutao, she was always late to class and this was the first thing she would say as soon as she arrived. The rest of the group had already arrived and were talking amongst theirselves but quickly went onto teasing Hutao on her tardiness. The class was filled with chatter but quickly dispersed as Mr.Zhongli started his lesson.

"Ehm, class as you may remember last lesson, I arranged you in pairs for your upcoming assignment, I suggest you start working on it now because it is worth 25% of your grade."

"25%?! On just a poem!?"

Childe and his stupid big mouth.

Mr.Zhongli sighed deeply and looked at Childe with a deadpan face, "Yes, Mr.Ajax 25%.. and it is not just a poem, there is more behind it..the stotic woman silently in her aching heart expresses his deep love for.."

Thanks Childe, now Mr.Zhongli is going to explain the poem to us for the 10th time this week.

Y/N and Scaramouche were now in pairs sitting in silence staring down at their tables, there was a awkward silence. "So.." Y/N looked up to Scaramouche tapping his finger on the table while his head was on his hand. "..." 'What the hell do I say..?'

"Do you have your laptop?"

"Uh..no its getting repaired"

"I'll take mine out, one sec"

You took your laptop out of your bag, sliding it out of her light pink colored foam laptop case. "Hah, you still like pink?" "Ofcourse..? who cannot its a good color!" you looked at his with one of your eyebrows raised, "What are you 5 years old?" He looked at Y/N with a smirk , head still on his hand., "Haha very funny Scara." you spoke with a flat tone and looked back at your laptop to turn it on.

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Scaramouche POV >< :

With eyebrows slightly raised he thought, 'Scara?.. so she does remember me..I wonder why she acts as if she doesn't but I wont ply..'

Y/N quickly typed in her password and opened a word document, she took a second to think and labeled it, "Y/N and Scara assignment."

"Do you atleast have the book?"

"Hm? Oh yeah" quickly searching through his bag he pulled out the book and handed it.

"Have you read the poem yet?" Y/N spoke as she looked down at the page.

"...Yeah but, I didn't pay attention to that garbage."

"Hah, don't let Mr.Zhongli hear you" Y/N spoke while looking up with a smile, then looked down to focus on the words.

Y/N and Scaramouche took turns typing in points they understood from the poem, it was a lazy attempt to seem busy but atleast it worked for now.

While Y/N was typing, Scaramouche tapped her shoulder and said, "We won't be able to finish the beggining draft in a week if we're only gonna be able to work in class" Y/N looked up at Scaramouche, "We can meet up at my place? Plus its the weekend tomorrow, you should be free ,right?" 'I could go but, mom might not allow..'

"Hmm.. how about my place instead?"

Scaramouche took a second to think, "Can't, I have to take care of my sister." 'oh'

"Well, i'll talk to my parents about it.."

"You know you're gonna need a way to contact me to tell me about it, whats your number?"

"Right! one sec" Y/N ripped a random piece of paper, wrote her number and handed it back.

"Hm, tell me what they say, bye" he packed up his things and went back to his table. 'How will I convince them'

School was finally over and the weekend was here, you were about to flop down on your bed, hoping to relax a bit after school and talking with your parents but, you were interupted by a ding! sound.

"Ughhh!" 'Just when the weekend came...'

Standing infront of his door, your run the bell. Ding Dong! 'Why am I so nervous..' As soon as you rung the bell, a loud voice was heard from inside.

"KUNIKUZUSHI!! Get down here this instant!!"

"AUGH! IM COMING ONE SECOND!!"

'What..'

All of the sudden the door bust open, It was a woman? She had dark purple hair and seemed as if she was getting ready to go somewhere.

"Ah, Hello, you must be Kunis' friend, please come inside" She had a sweet voice and gestured you to come inside.

Slightly nodding your head with a smile you greeted her, "Hello Aunty" and went inside. She responded to you with a friendly smile and told you that she would go get "Kunikuzushi".

You were awkwardly standing inside, infront of the door not sure what to do with your shoes, or yourself. You didnt sit anywhere, not wanting to seem rude. His house was really nice. The place had a cozy, warm feeling to it and seemed quite comfortable. There were a few antiques here and there but not too many to the point it would seem tacky, just the right amount.

You were pulled out of your thoughts about his abode by bickering, and babbles. You ignored them because it wasn't any of your business. Suddenly, you heard feet hitting the floor.

"NOOO!!" A small baby with little pigtails and a pink dress, quickly ran from behind the corner and hid under the table. "KANA GET BA-aackk heere...." Then Scaramouche emerged from the corner but quickly stopped as soon as he saw you. He was wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans and was looking at you with pure embarassment.

"Oh..ehm.. give me a second.." "Oh, its okay..take your time" he quitely, nervously went to pick up the whiny baby and went back. '...What do i do?'

A voice quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, "Hey ehm,I was uh busy sorry, you can come sit here." He patted the table and awkwardly looked down, scratching his cheek. "Haha, yeah I could tell you were busy it's okay, uhm where do I put my shoes?" "J-Just put them right there" You placed your shoes aside and put your things on the table as you sat down.

"Wait, let me go get my laptop" Really?

Here you were again, sitting in silence..and awkwardness. Suddenly you felt a tap on your knee, you looked down and saw a small black cat with a purple collar meow at you.

'He has a cat!?!' It was safe to that you adored cats, maybe even obsessed over them.

Smiling like a idiot, you were a bit afraid to touch the cat incase it would bite you but, it seemed friendly by the way it was rubbing it's cheek on your knee. As soon as you scratched it's head, it started purring. 'Cute'

You heard a cough, "Mewo, that's her name" You looked up at him with a smile, he was carrying his laptop and a pencil pouch, "Oh, that name sounds familiar... she's cute" When you looked back down the cat had ran away, how selfish...

He sat down, putting his things on the tabke while turning his laptop, "C'mon let's get sta-"

"Awh! Kuni is this your friend?" It was a woman, a different one, she had floral pink hair and also seemed as if she was going somewhere. You waved at her with a smile, you were about to greet her but were cut of by a gasp.

"Awh honey aren't you Y/N!?, It's been soo so long how are you?" She spoke very happily and gave you a light squeeze on your cheek.

'I can't say no to her, that would seem rude..'

"Hah, yes Aunty, I'm good!"

"Please, if you need anything! Do tell Kuni, I and Baal won't be avalible today, sorry hun"

"Oh? It's okay, really i'll manage!"

"Well, study hard you two!" She waved and went behind the corner.

"Even after so many years.. she babies you too much.."

"Jealous much?" You gave him a teasing smile and laughed it off.

Baal and Yae had left a while ago, leaving Kana in the care of you two.

"What the fuck?" You both couldn't understand ANYTHING, the poem was all over the place. "This chick needs to get her feelings straight, god damn" Scaramouche seemed genuinelly angry and dissapointed at the fictional woman.

After taking another look at the sentence you both were stuck at you said, "I think it's about her not being able to accept her feelings for him because shes scared of what he thinks about her.." He looked at you in disbelief, "Okay shakespeare" and started snickring a bit. "Wooww, thanks"

While working you both kept jokingly teasing each other on the smallest things, sometimes about how you held your pencil or how he looked at the book like a idiot trying to decipher the text.

As you were studying the text, someone shook your arm, It was the baby. She had a light pink night suit and held a stuffie in her arm. Her eyes were slightly swollen and red from how sleepy she was.

"Hiii!" Even though she was on the verge of sleeping , she still had a wide smile on her face.

'She's adorable!'

Looking down at her with a soft smile you spoke, "Awee hii!, whats your n-"

"Kana, why are you awake, you know its your nap time" Scaramouche had his head on his hand as he started down at Kana.

"But, I.. I wanna talk to your friend.." She looked down while fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

You looked at her with a empathetic face and lightly ruffled her hair, "Awh c'mon Scara let her stay she's so cute!" Kana looked up at him with a false pout, pleading him to let her stay as she clung to your clothes. "Look how sad she is.." You looked at him with a fake dissapointed face while holding Kana close to you.

"Seriously Y/N..? Fine..but you better not touch anything Kana."

Kana was jumping happily, "YAAAY! ,Okaay I won't touch anyyyytthingggg! PINKIE PROMISE!" she ran up to Scaramouche holding her pinky out.

"Im not 3 years old"

"Pleaseee?!"

He reluctantly held out his pinky and linked it with hers, he had a slight smile on his face which he was trying to hide. Suddenly he looked back when he heard a small click!

"Y/N..delete that."

"Whyy? it's so cute look!" You showed him the picture, Kana was smiling with stars in her eyes as she held out her pinky while Scaramouch held out his with a reluctant smile.

"It's not cute."

"I'm gonna have to show this to your mom"

"Oh you wouldn't.." He grabbed the table and squinted his eyes while staring at you.

You copied his pose,"Oh I would.." Your faces were close but still had a gap between.

"Oh excuse us!"

Oh. It was Miko and Baal...

"Kuni I thought it was a study session ..not a date" Miko looked at him with a teasing smile while Baal had her hand on her hip. The both of you stood up from your seat in a panic.

"MOM. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!"

"Y-YES AUNTY WE WERE JUST..HOW DO I EXPLAIN IT?!" You held Scaramouches shoulders and shook them.

"STOP SHAKING ME DAMMIT AND SHUT UP, WE...we were just uhh"

"Hahaha, you two don't need to panic i'm just joking, I know you weren't about to kis-"

"Don't. Just don't even say it." Scaramouche had his head in his hand, looking down, while you were trying to cover your flushed cheeks from being embarassed.

"Ha anyways, Y/N dear would you like anything to drink? I can tell you haven't had anything even after I told someone to make sure you have atleast something.." Baal spoke as she turned her head towards Scaramouche, who was still dying of embarassment. "Let me get you something, anything"

"No Aunty, it's okay don't troub-"

"I insist." She didn't look scary but, right now..she for sure did..

"Ah uhm.. anything really..." You could hear Scaramouche let out a small giggle at your nerviousness, to which you reaponded by staring at him with a deadpan face.

"Hm...Tea it is! Give me a minute dear, i'll be right back"

"Oh, thankyou Aunty, do you need any help?"

"Ha, you're too sweet, you're our guest so please sit, Kuni you come here and help me this is your punishment for not treating her with proper hospitality..tch tch"

You looked at Scaramouche with a teasing smile and whispered "Sucks to suck" to which he told you to, "Fuck off"

The table you two were sitting on was right beside the kitchen, you could see Baal and Scaramouche make tea while Kana showed you random drawings she made.

"Y/N!! look I drew Kuni!!" It was a angry stickman outside in a garden ,the sun she drew had sunglasses and a smile. It looked wonky but it was oddly cute.

"Awe cute! you're such an artist aren't you?" you motivated her with a smile, she really was just adorable.

You looked up to see what was happening in the kitchen. He was helping his mom make tea and put some cookies on a delicate plate. It didn't seem as if he was being forced, he seemed ..quite content actually. He was always serious so it felt nice to see him brighter than usual. And honestly, he looked pretty good today..

'he isn't THAT bad I suppose..' a smile crept on your face, luckly no one noticed it. Phew!

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lolitastories · 1 year

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You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 5:

“26 year-old Jessica Chaply. She was found dead in an alley. The three men were taken in as suspects, but no action was taken forward because it was a simple girl in an alley” I take a look at the pictures and see what Tony means. She was a girl trying to work and do her best, can’t judge anybody.

“What did we figure out anything about her tie in all of this?” I move papers around but see nothing.

“Her biological father is the one and only Dr. Monday” Top surgeon of NYP Hospital. “Now we don’t think he is directly linked with the murders but I will bet you my whole money that he is paying for all of it.” On the big screen there are newspapers where he was kidnapped then released a couple days later. “We know he wasn’t in his daughter's life but that doesn’t stop the old man from caring about his kid.” Only kid.

“So what do we think? Doctor got kidnapped and those people threten to kill his daughter if he didn’t support them financially?”

“Bingo. Atleast that is a string to follow. I have an appointment with said doctor and will offer my own protection since now his daughter is dead I am guess he will want to cut all ties and be free of there hands”

“Be careful Tony. He might seem like the deer in all of this but he might just turn out to be the one behind the gun” With the sly smirk and wink he walks out.

“I wouldn’t send him alone,” Pepper remarks as she gathers up her stuff. One thing about Pepper is she is never wrong. She is the older sister with the right head in everything. I turn over to Natasha who nods and follows behind Tony. “Lunch will be served in 30 minutes” She smiles at Steve, Bucky and I.

“Thanks Pepper” I get up following behind her on my way to find Wanda. Bingo. “What's cooking?” Her little jump made a chuckle come from my lips. Wanda was a warm touch to this place, especially as many people call it, my heart.

“Steak, potatoes, greenbeans, and brossuel sprouts.” I scrunch my nose at the last greens. “You need to eat your greens” she gives me a stare which I just ignore taking a seat at one of the stools in the island. “I thought I could try something easy tonight.”

“And you decided to go with steak? You know I am not a cook so something easy for me is eggs.” She laughs and places the slices of steak infront of me, next to the other cooked ingredients. Perfection.

“Thank you” I go over and start helping her clean up. “So enlighten me on the last couple of days here” I sigh. We have this thing where she knows I hate talking about my feelings and things that have happened to me. So she said I could press rewind to my memories and it would be like a transfer of date to hers. “ I hope everything gets cleared up. Not only for Mr. Miller but for the young girl and all the victims around all of this” I only nod in agreement. I grab the sponge and soap and begin to wash the pots and pans. “Oh honey don’t. I can do that is 2 seconds”

“No. It's fine. It's therapeutic to me.” it wasn’t a lie. Also I felt bad being here for almost 2 whole days and having everything done for me without helping out around here.

“Talking about therapy” Shit I know where she was going with this. “I don’t get into your mind because I trust you and I know its inversion of privacy but, you told me your were going every week!”

“I was until 2 weeks ago. You know” I flop my hands to the side. “ I promise after I don’t have a target on my head I will go back daily, I promise” She smiles and continues cleaning. She knows I never break my promise and you can take my word for that because I never make promises.

“So you got Bucky’s mandatory therapy session cancelled” I nod giving her a quiet ‘yep’ “You like Bucky?” I focus on my breathing as soon as I notice myself stop everything I was doing. She couldn’t know this. I mean I do like him but its not like its anything else other than physical. I barely know this guy.

“He is cute. But that's it”

“Is it?” oh god.. I avoid her gaze not knowing what to say. She laughs a little as she takes her attention to Jarvis. “Can you tell everyone Lunch is ready?” Jarvis announces to everyone as we take the plates to the dining room. “I think Bucky and you would have a lot to talk about, but only if you stop being mean to him” with that she left me with my mouth wide open. I didn’t do anything. Yes I mess around with him but at the end it's just a game no gets hurt from. I didn’t relize the whole team except Nat and Tony were already sitting down until Steve spoke.

“Are you joining us or are you only going to stand there?” I roll my eyes taking a seat next to him. There is no time to focus on whatever Bucky is. I have no time for that. I have to figure out Miller, and after that I will go back home and back to my normal routine. Wake up. Go into the office. Fight some cases. Maybe do some research if need be. Hang out with Matt, Foggy, and Karen then go back home and do it all over again. Wake up, office, cases, research, friends, sleep. I was going to begin eating until I feel buzzing in my pocket. I excuse myself and I go to the other room to answer the phone.

“Miss. Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon, I am Trisha Collins.” I remember her name. “I am the social worker assign to Lydia Millers case”

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well I know it has been a hard couple of days but as you know you are one of Lydias caretakers.” Yeah. Mr. Miller didn’t have any family near. We worked weeks together and before he was sent into custody he asked me if I would take care of Lydia while I figured out a way to take him out. So for a week or so I was her guardian. The little one year old was coming to the office and going home with me for those couple of days. “Being so young I don’t want to put her in a foster home or a foster parent when she knows who you are. That is until Mr. Miller's parents come to pick her up.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. Of course I don’t want the little girl to go to some strangers. She doesn’t know it but she lost her father and for now she has no one. If I take her in I would be putting her in danger, but what if I don’t do anything and those people find a way to put her in danger. I already fell attached to her so what if I don’t want to give her up? I am not ready to take care of a baby long term. I don’t know how old the grandparents are or even if they are capable of taking her in and raising her. What is-

“What if that little girl is what you need right now?” my heart almost jumped out my chest. Why is she even reading my mind?

“I saw you were disturbed by something. You need to go get the little girl, you know your heart wouldn’t handle letting her spend another night with a stranger” Technically I am a stranger too.

“Send me the address, I will be on my way” I hang up the phone waiting for the message to come through. I need to calm down. I just need to take care of the little girl until her grandparents come and get her. If anything happens it will happen then, right now I need to focus on now. “Don’t tell Bucky” I whisper towards Wanda. I rush down stairs getting into the car and driving away. The location states a foster home office about 25 minutes from the tower. In my mind I am making a list of what I need now. Milk. Diapers. Clothes and blankets?. Toys and maybe a couple of books, right?. My mind was going in different directions and at a pace that was driving me crazy. I park on the side of the street and rush up the stairs. I see a blonde lady with a bright smile on her face.

“You must be Y/N.” I extend my hand for us to shake.

“Mrs. Collins?” She shakes her head laughing

“No. My name is Anna. Trisha had to leave but she told me everything” She motions for me to follow her. We walk into the office and beside the desk is a playpen where you can see little Lydia sleeping. “Thank you for doing this. Her grandparents are an older couple and need to make sure they are safe to fly. It should just be no more than a week.”

“Okay” I grab the diaper bag she handed to me and place it over my shoulder. She moved the car seat next to me about that time I almost dropped her bag and ran.

“I will be waiting outside” With a gentle smile she walks off back to the main entrance where she could still see me through the glass wall. I clean my hands, grabbing the baby and placing her inside. Shit. I don’t know how to put a car seat in a car. Whatever, I can do this. I lift her seat in one hand with her bag on my shoulder and the thing you hook up on the seat on the same arm. I walk out and I kid you not, I almost threw the thing and this guy. I didn’t think her smile could be bigger. She was a shy thing but that didn’t mean her body language was. She was leaning in. Playing with her hair and there he was just enjoying what she had to say. It took 5 minutes before I just rolled my eyes and walked past them.

“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. Go back to talking to Blondie” I tell him, still holding on to the baby seat.

“Don’t be a brat and let me help you” I roll my eyes again opening the door for him to walk out with Lydia. I can feel the tension in the air. I know he wanted to say something. I see him strap in the bottom of the car seat while I place the diaper bag in the passenger seat. Once I move around the car he places Lydia in. I was just about to thank him when he opened his big loud mouth. “Why did you leave without telling anyone?! Something could have happen” oh he makes it too easy. With a smirk on my face I say,

“Wanda knew” I simply shrugged moving towards the drivers door but was turned around and pressed against the car.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He was whispering in my ear. His voice was so soft while both hands around my arms were pinning me to the car. What was happening? I was supposed to be messing around with him, not him messing around with my head. I was starting to feel a sensation and I know I had to stop this. “I can’t protect you if you don’t allow me too” his hands caress down my body until they are wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. I always know what to say but right now its like I ran out of words. His mouth ghost over to my neck just breathing but god damn, I could pass away right now. “You are just a dumb baby, you can’t protect yourself right? You need me to do so” One kiss. I could have fallen in his arms but those few words made me have enough. Who did he think he was? A knight in shining armour? And I am a damsel in distress who needed his protection? With all my strength I push him aside.

“Don’t treat me like a child” With that, I got into the car and began to drive away. “Who did he think he was? Huh. I mean yeah I might be in danger and now that I think about it since you would be around I should have probably brought him along to make sure nothing happens to you” I look through the rearview mirror as she babbles along and kicks her tiny legs. “But that still doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like a child and more to do whatever he was trying to do” I think the whole ride I was speaking to Lydia. While people driving beside me stared at me thinking I was crazy because I was definitely moving my arms like crazy. I know Bucky was following behind at a distance. So when we got to the tower I was thankful Wanda and Steve were outside waiting.

“Can I get her out?” I nod towards Wanda who was so giddy about it. I grab the diaper bag and close the door. Lydia was wide awake and looking around to her surroundings. “Isn’t she cute?” Not really a question for us but we both nod.

“Where’s Bucky?”

“Hopefully in a ditch” That's when they both stare at me and I give a look at Wanda rewinding what happened about 30 minutes ago.

“Oh god” She whispers, holding Lydia a bit closer like if we had done a sin. Well I guess you can say having a baby inside the car we were against was probably wrong. Well she wouldn’t remember anything but the lady inside would have taken Lydia away if things escalated.

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sexydreamgirl · 2 years

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To 💄anon (i hope they see it) and everyone as well:

Honey you can't say manifesting is not for you...it's like saying yeah breathing oxygen is not for me... Even if you think you've "stoped" using law of assumption and manifesting even if you don't notice it🤷🏻‍♀️

The thing that really makes manifesting "hard" for us is that we are TRYING...we are focused on it toooo much...we got obsessed with it. I always say kids are so good at manifesting cause they don't try to get what they want...they get it. They just believe they gonna get it and they will. But now we're all just toooo caught up with the hows and whens. Maybe i'm wrong but i think getting too much information has led me to overcomplicate manifesting and now that i look back i now understand that i used to manifest anyyything i wanted super fast back then without even knowing that i was "manifesting". I would just want something, imagine it, believe it and just...let it go i was not obsessing over it. I was having so much fun with imagining my desires but now it kinda feels like chores...like i HAVE to affirm...then imagine...then do this...do that and blah blah.as an example: There are so many musicians that had no academic knowledge about music but they created masterpieces...They just did what they loved and didn't force anything...but on the other hand it is said that people who have academic knowledge about music and knew every rule and do's and don't kinda have a harder time to make music cause they get too caught up with do's and don'ts that they might not even enjoy the process ...they might make good musics but they can't do it freely .It might seem crazy but sometimes knowing toooo much and focusing tooo much on doing something...trying tooo much can limit you. Another example is that umm.. you know...going down the stairs is a simple thing we don't think about how to walk and take the next step...but by the time i think about how i'm walking and focus on it i fall from the stairs😂😂it might sound stupid. Or like when you eat...you eat normaly like...it is so easy but when you wanna eat infront of your crush you focus too much on eating and you ..mess up😂 (i hope i don't sound stupid)

But now i'm gonna stop this bullshit. I'm gonna have so much fun with my manifesting journey. I'm not gonna get obsessed over it and check my 3d reality to see if i got my desire or not. Manifesting should be natural. Free yourself from all the hows and whens and rules. Don't do it as a chores or as a thing like your whole life depends on it. Stop checking the 3d all the time. Stop counting the days and weeks. I swear if you go back to your old days you see you've manifested lots of things and you weren't even aware of it.

One of my biggest manifestation stories is from 2 years ago. That time i didn't know about law of assumption. I just knew about law of attraction and i wasn't even involved in it thatt much i just know that if i want something i can get it.

So i wanted a husky dog so bad. I'm against buying pets but sadly in my country if you want a good dog breed like husky you have to go and buy them and these good breeds are SO EXPENSIVE . My dad never liked dogs that much anddd i had school and my parents told me you can't get a pet while you're still in school you'll get distracted

So...it seemed like everything was blocking me from having a dog right? But wait

I loveee writing so i wrote about me having a dog. At night i imagined how i would hug my dog and i chosed his name in my head and i made a vision board while i didn't even know it was a technique...i did all of this not for manifesting the dog...just because i was having fun with it. I didn't even care if i'm gonna get the dog or not...i was just doing the things that i enjoy : living in my dreamland, writing, and gathering pictures of the things i want . 2 or 3 days later...my mom's cousin called her..told her that one of his friends is living country and he has a dog and wants to give his dog to someone and he called my mom because he knew i loved dogs. So my mom asked his breed and guess what...yes...it was a cute little husky😭😭

My mom wanted to say no but i said atleast ask the price and ...guess what...HE WANTED TO GIVE HIS HUSKY AWAY FOR FREE WHICH NO ONE DOES IN MY COUNTRY

I WAS SO FUCKING HAPPY ...but my mom said your dad doesnt like dogs... i said please just tell him he might say yes...and..he...fucking...did

WHICH WAS A BIG SUPRISE FOR ME AND MY MOM and i got the cute husky 😭😍

SORRY FOR THIS LONGASS THING

But please please please don't make such a big deal out of manifesting. Do it naturally. Do you wake up and say " i have to breath" and focus on how to breath or how to NOT breath and what if you fail breathing?💀 have fun with it. I swear you'll see crazy results when you do it💗 right now everyone is obsessed about "manifesting" that they don't even enjoy their life anymore. The moment they open their eyes they think about "manifesting" and ofccc you'll get exhausted cause obsession and too much trying is not a healthy thing.

I hope this help some people to get their shit toghether and start enjoying this journey regardless of anything💗💗💗

omg love love love this thank you, my love!

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littlemoondarlingarts · 1 year

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Azel receives a "relaxing" spa day in Rouge's castle.

Characters: Azel by @ally-t-n , Rouge and Elliot Rouge

Words: 2024

Trigger warnings: an argument and the possible butchering of a dear friend's character.

"And what exactly is this supposed to be?" The demon emperor asked as he felt Rouge's long fingers gently massaging something into his scalp.

"It is an organic oil hair treatment mon amour, made from olives exported from Italy and mixed by an expert herbalist here in Paris," the vampire explained proudly before adding slightly more of the mixture to Azel's hair, "It is supposed to help the…. situation that you have going on your head."

Azel didn't appreciate his hair being called that and he made this clear with an eye roll, then he remembered that the vampire was behind him and had no way of possibly seeing that, maybe that is for the better.

"I meant no offence mon cheri, it is quite normal for your hair to be," he paused, thinking of a way to describe it, "to be itself," he added before making his way to wash his hands, his heels clicking fading as he walked further.

The demon found it hard to focus with the sound of running water, "I can assure you Rouge, that is still very much offensive."

The annoying clicking of heels getting louder signalled to him that the vampire was getting closer to him again.

"Oh my, all that I intended to say was that you are a truly busy man," he placed his hands on Azel's shoulders, "a man with so many things to care for," he pressed his fingers on a knot that the demon didn't know he had, making him hiss, "that you don't even have time to take care of your own self," slowly and surely the knot was beginning to dissipate under Rouge's experienced hands, "Allow me to take care of you for tonight," he whispered into the demon's ear.

"You've done more than enough," he accentuated the 'more', "But like you've mentioned, I do have a busy schedule and therefore I must bid you farewell," he attempted to stand up but was pushed back down on the chair by a pair of surprisingly strong hands.

"Must I remind you that by accepting my invitation you have agreed to spending twenty-four hours in my palace?" There was an edge of playfulness to his monotonous voice that should have gotten on Azel's nerves but it didn't, "I even wrote it in golden ink."

"I understand from this that I am now held prisoner here?" He watched as the vampire gracefully made his way infront of him, he was too enthralled by the dance-like movement to get annoying by the heels.

"Absolutely not, you are free to leave whenever you desire," Rouge finally settled in one position right across from the demon, "But I don't surround myself with company that don't keep their words, mon cheri."

It shouldn't have been as threatening as it was, Azel never really cared about the vampire's companionship, it is quite the opposite, he found him pretentious and annoying more times than not. He should've been beaming when he was allowed freedom, not just for the day but for eternity, Instead he sank deeper into the chair.

An unusual smile found it's way to Rouge's lips, "So?"

"As someone who places high value on honestly, I suppose I have no other choice but to accept this situation," he finally looked up from his lap to meet those blood red eyes, "Although I will make sure to read your letters carefully next time."

"You should do everything with care~" And with that, he was back to wandering around, grabbing various objects and jars from the shelves and balancing them ontop of eachother, too lazy to go around the large room twice.

Predictably, a jar fell into a mess of shattered glass and red green goop all over the floor.

Azel instinctively rushed to the vampire's side, who was frozen in shock with the items still held in his arms. He placed each hand on Rouge's waist and slowly guided him away from the sharp shards and into safer grounds, "So much for doing everything with care." He frowned.

His silly comment seemed to be the only thing that snapped the man out of his shocked trance as he suddenly broke down in laughter hard enough for tears to form in the corners of his eyes. "Oh dear Lucifer…. that was… something." He stood up, tightening his grip on the items that survived, "I'll have to get someone to clean that," he carefully scooted around and placed them onto a nearby table, "I… I must apologise for such an embarrassing mistake."

Azel stared at the man, whatever mask of grace he had maintained was now gone replaced by bright red cheeks and stutters, "It was embarrassing indeed, all so that you don't have to take another trip ar-" but before he could finish the sentence, Rouge had put shoved sometheing sweet into the demon's mouth.

"Chew on it, it'll help calm you down," he instructed as he walked Azel back into the spa chair and sat him down on the comfortable red leather.

"I'm not the one who needs to calm down Rouge," his tone was probably harsher than it should have, but it the vampire either didn't notice or completely ignored it, something he seems to be an expert as.

"Oh would you rather calm me down then?" He asked, leaning close enough for the scent of roses to engulf the demon's senses, "I believe I would enjoy that quite alot," he whispered, cold metallic fingers barely grazing his warm skin, softly tracing letters that Azel was too distracted to put together.

"I…" He found his tongue tied, brain too mushy to focus on forming proper sentences, this seemed to be humorous to his companion who hid his mouth with his hand as his chest rose and fell with rapid silent laughter and Azel quickly swallowed the piece of caramel whole

"Very well mon cheri, I shall not embarrass you any further," he twirled back to grab something from the table, and something inside Azel missed the man's cold yet strangely warm presence.

It didn't take long for the emperor's face to be buried under a colorful face cream and his eyes blinded with two slices of fresh cucumber. It was like torture, he couldn't even move his feet without disrupting the rose water for God's sake! It's not that he cares about that, but Rouge certainly does, immediately repramanding the demon with a surprisingly authoritarian voice, honed to perfection after decades of raising a child.

Speaking of the devil. He heard a new weirdly pitched voice, "Rouge where is my black suit?"

"It's in the laundry mon soliel," he said with a tired sigh.

"Wha- Why?" The person seemed stunned at the idea that clothes need cleaning, they almost reminded him of his own brother. While he does take care of his clothes now, maybe too much care for Azel's opinion, he used to despise the idea of even folding them as a kid.

Rouge's hands left their place at the demon's temple and he is pretty sure are now on his hips, "Well if you washed them regularly, or washed yourself regularly for that matter, I wouldn't have to go through your piles of clothes as if I'm a sniffer dog, because frankly, even the servants are too terrified to take a single step into the jungle of which you affectionately call a room," he paused to take a breath, "In all seriousness, WHEN was the last time you dusted the place?" He accentuated the 'when'.

"Do you really have to talk like this when there are people around?" Their voice heightened with desperation.

"I wouldn't have done that if you took care of your area like a normal person would," he sighed, "In all honesty, I'm leagues more embarrassed to have this conversation infront of a… friend."

There was silence for a bit making Azel regret ever accepting this invitation, tightening his grip of the chair handles as the argument inevitably continued.

"Well what am I supposed to wear now?" There was exhaustion in the voice that he related to on a soulful level.

"Something that isn't black for once, I would very much rather people not ask me whether someone died everyday and I'd have to explain that I simply have a peculiar son."

There was a loud slam before silence took hold of the gigantic room again. Was it this exhausting for people to witness his fights with his own brother?

"I.. deeply apologise for that interruption," he could feel him lean against the chair, "I simply wanted this day to be perfect, but alas, life always has to get in the way, and my idiocity made a surprising appearance as well."

The way the sentence was spoken with such sincere sadness as if he is unaware of how hilarious this comes off making Azel break into an unwanted fit of laughter, one that caused to bend over and hold his aching ribs.

Once he came to, Rouge was standing infront of him, with his hands crossed across his wide chest and one long leg slightly to the side. His face was a mask of faux anger, his brows furrowed and lips pursed tightly, slightly trembling as if he was holding something in.

"I assume you've had enough of humiliating me?" There was no real accusation in his voice, rather a hint of playfulness that seemed to lace most of the vampire's actions.

"You have a wonderful way of humiliating yourself my dear," Azel remarked as he picked up the fallen cucumber slices off his lap.

"I'm… your dear?" The vampire's face was redder than he had ever seen it, his usually half lidded eyes were wide open and his long ears were flicked down as if he had just heard the nastiest of dirty talk.

"Slip of the tongue." He quickly added.

"Ah.." He was silent for a bit, meekly straightening his frilly collar, "I thought so," his face was beginning to fade back to normalcy before he clapped his hands, "Well, this is enough time in the spa, we must move on to the bath."

"To the what?" Azel tried and failed to hide the shock in his voice.

"The bath my dear," he flashed a quick devilish smile, "Unless you intent on keeping your hair covered in oil."

"You would do well in hell," the demon grumbled as he stood up, stepping out of the warm water and into a clean white mat that the host has prepared.

"Of course you'd like to rule over me, your imperial majesty," Rouge never seemed to take Azel's royal position seriously, always using to tease.

"Talking to you is tiring." He grunted, wobbling slightly as he tried to stand on one leg.

"And yet you keep accepting my invitations." He held out his hand and Azel took it, steadying himself as he dried his feet.

He rolled his eyes, "Back to more important matters," he rolled his ankles a little, "Would you point me to the direction of the baths? Your castle should better be called a maze."

"Point you? Oh no," he waved his hand, "What would the people speak of my hospitality? Unlike you, I have a reputation to keep," he clicked his tongue, "And as your host, I must take care of all of your needs, no matter how tiring that may be to me."

"I refuse to believe that you aren't doing that for self serving purposes," he got no answer as expected, "I have to reluctantly agree, I don't think I have anything to hide anymore." He sighed.

Azel only noticed that they were still holding hands when he was lead through the confusing palace as Rouge expertly manoeuvred around the bustling hallways, not giving the demon even a second to soak in the highly decorated areas before he found himself infront of a stupidity luxurious greek style bath, the smell of roses only amplified by the steam.

"Well," Rouge said after a while, "What are you waiting for?" He cocks his head to the side, "Do you want me to assist you with removing your clothes?"

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princessmia-tarot · 5 months

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Hi hi!

Can I get a free reading??;;;;;;

I'm so sick of this rn and I'm being paranoia too

Like if this person B or/and person K "tried" to reach me out like a month ago right? They both are "NOT" trying to reach me out this month right??? NOT TODAY RIGHT????

I DON'T WANT TO ANYTHING WITH THEIR SHITTY PERSONALITY AND THEIR SHITTY BEHAVIOUR INFRONT OF ME

.....Pardon me, I do not intend to lash out like this. Is just that... ughh.... they did me dirty so I am finally free from them for over for over 4 month and I don't want to interact with them anymore because they always give me anxiety attacks....

.....ugh.... again, sorry

Alicia♐

Hello Alicia! 🌟

I understand that you're going through a challenging time, and I'm here to provide guidance using the Page of Pentacles. Please take a deep breath, and let's explore the energy surrounding your concerns:

Page of Pentacles Message: The Page of Pentacles suggests a focused and practical approach, especially when it comes to matters of communication and the material world. Let's see what the cards convey about B and K attempting to reach out:

Regarding B and K's Attempts to Reach Out a Month Ago:

The Page of Pentacles suggests that there might have been some practical or tangible communication attempts from B and K about a month ago. It could involve messages or efforts related to a material aspect of your connection.

Concerns about Their Current Intentions:

As of the current month, the Page of Pentacles indicates a slower or more methodical approach. It suggests that there might not be active attempts from B and K to reach out at this moment. The energy is more focused on practical matters, and they may not be actively engaging in communication.

Your Boundaries and Self-Care:

The Page of Pentacles also encourages you to maintain your boundaries and focus on self-care. If interactions with B and K have caused anxiety attacks in the past, it's crucial to prioritize your well-being. Consider setting clear boundaries to protect your mental and emotional space.

Remember, you have the power to decide who and what you allow into your life. If you wish to continue distancing yourself from B and K, trust your instincts and prioritize your peace of mind.

Take the time you need for self-care, and if you find it helpful, consider reaching out to supportive friends or engaging in activities that bring you joy.

Wishing you strength, peace, and clarity in navigating these challenging emotions, Alicia ♐🌈

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eaeaeasaggresively · 1 year

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waaaaa I can give you some tips that helped me alot with getting better grades SOOO HERE <3

- some teachers actually really care for their students grades and like to help out! dont be too shy to ask if you didn't understand the first time!!

Since I didn't improve at all in history class I asked my teacher if there was a way to pass her class and she gave me the option that whenever we have a new topic that I do intense researching about it and give her the notes for them which she will grade!!

Most teachers will most likely ask you to do a free presentation tho which can be scary for certain people but you can try asking if you could present to them privately instead infront of the class if that happens!! idk maybe your teacher will find solutions with you that suit you!!

- on YouTube there can be alot of tutorials on how to do certain math stuff (and other topics ofc) In my native language (german) we have an amazing teacher that explains almost everything in math for free for so many years!! I bet theres some teachers/people that can explain it just as easy in english/your native language!!!

- another one with teachers but you can ask if you could be able to sit next to someone who is really smart and nice!! it helped alot for a student in my class who is struggling with alot of topics and has been improving ever since!!

- get to know learning methods!! I cant explain how important they are!! It takes some time until you find something that suits your type of learning cause everyone learns differently <3 (as an example blurting method, active recall, promodoro technique (good if you can't focus very long/need alot of breaks, very helpful for me since I have ADD), and many more!!

you can look up these techniques on youtube and even tiktok! (ik that the place where you always want to learn things but it definitely explains them really well!)

- highlight stuff in your notes!!! it works so well for me cause I keep forgetting what is really important and which is semi important for a test

this is all that comes into my mind for now I hope this helps ALSO SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG HELP

ALSO WHOA I HAVE MY OWN TAG WOOOOO

WOHH TYSM THIS IS SO HELPFULLLL!!!!!! I rlly hope things improve soon, and tysm ahhhh T^T

#Remuchen !!!

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

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Hi! Love your writings! Reaction from both brothers and side characters of Female Gangster MC. Like they just found out

ANS: So, this My first request I ever made. I hope I did you justice with this Anon and also Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you like my writing <3

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Warning: Mention of Guns, Blood, Killing, Violence, Taking the fall for someone, and PTSD.

The Brothers and Dateables + (Luke platonic) finding out that F!MC use to be a Gangster

Lucifer

“MC, what’s this” Lucifer points at a scar on her chest, what looks like a stab wound.

“It nothing Lucifer, its just…. It just a remainder not to disobey orders….” She trails off, starting to tear up “it my fault, I got to reckless and almost someone I care about killed” she places a hand on the scar try to keep it together and not show weakness Infront of the Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer slowly took off one of his gloves, and walk closer to MC, and place his hand over hers

“Scars are nothing to be ashamed off, you did it to protect someone you care and….” He places his hand on her chin and lean her head back to met his black and red glance. “Your safe here, you don’t have to worry to go back to that life anymore”

You just the tears fall as your face soft and embrace him, feeling safe knowing that you don’t have hide you past to him.

Mammon

“This all your Mammon!” she angerly whisper in his ear, and groan at her pestering.

“ShHH! Quiet, they’ll hear us human-” then you smack him slightly on the back of his head.

“Whoops, you called me human again”

“Hey! Do you really need to- WAIT there’s a car over there” him point out, and quickly book it to the park vehicle and see that it isn’t lock, however?

“Crap! The key isn’t here” he tries to look around, but quickly push to the passenger, and MC sat the driver sit and open up under the steering wheel.

“Why do I have to do everything around here!” she grabs and cut two wires and start hot wire. In second the car starts up and she buckle her seat belt. “Mams, you guys can survive a car to the face?”

“Yeah…. Why- wait!?! What are you-”

“Buckle yourself in!” She quickly steps on the gas, the demons been chasing them heard the engine, but quickly get hit by the car. As the human and avatar of greed make their escape.

“WHAOOO! I have fun thrill in months” as MC enjoy the adrenaline, Mammon looks over to the human that he was suppose to protect, in amaze and fear. He makes a mental note that Lucifer isn’t the only he shouldn’t just provoke.

Leviathan

“This is impossible!” Levi is struggling with a level from a game from the human world that he just bought, while MC behind him, trying to hold her laughter.

Is a mock version of gang game and Levi, is at the level of the game where to rival gangs are fighting each other for territory?

“You’re focusing on the grunts and not the ones who are hiding from afar- look” she grabs the control from Levi and start playing the level like it was nothing, as she explained how and why he keep dying, all the while Levi is both shock with how MC can play and concern about the implication of how she gotten the knowledge.

“There, now you just have to escape, I never good with car chase, only driving really fast- Huh…. Levi was wrong?”

Levi snap from his train of thought and grab the controller from her, and finishing the level.

“MC, were you-”

“Yeah, but left that behind me.”

Satan

MC and Satan are watch Mammon and Levi being strung up by Lucifer from afar.

“I’m surprise, that you’re not phase about this” Satan asks looking over to her, watching why she not reacting on the display of punishment Infront of her.

“EH… I’ve seen worst”

“Really? What worst then this”

“Being killed-”

“What!?! That’s not punishment!”

“You didn’t let me finish, watching someone being killed Infront of you is worst. It’s a way to learn to obey your boss and survive in world”

She looks on to the demons being strung, while Satan is still letting the information sink in, who know that the human was brought to hell, has already lived in one.

Asmodeus

“I’ve been meaning to asks darling, where did you get your scars?” Asmo asks MC as he and her are taking a bath together.

“Which one?”

“Well…. All of them”

“Ah…. All of them are from fights that I got to”

“Why would you go and get in to fights, you’re to precious” Asmo cooed them move closer and grab her hand, and start scrubbing her arm. She laughs as she is tickled by his action.

“You know, for a bunch of demons. your all nicer than other humans back home” pauses for a moment, by continue with a giggle.

“Well, you don’t have to worry anymore. As long I’m here no one will ever lay a finger on you again” and that’s a promise he made to you and himself.

Beelzebub

“I’m glad you like it Beel” MC made Beel a homemade dish from the human world to calm the hungry demon.

“Its so good, I like your cooking”

“Nah…. You would like Sal’s cooking, he’s the one who taught me how to cook this”

“Maybe, if we go to the human world, you might think he’ll cook for me and my brothers”

“Yeah totally! He loves my friends…...but he can’t”

“Why? Did he leave or something?”

“His at prison, he took the blame for me. And said you should get out of this life….. I guess cooking isn’t the only thing I learn from him” she laughs to hide the fact she misses her mentor.

Beel quickly engulfs her in bear hug, and rub her back.

“Is okay, maybe we can visit him someday”

She sighs and let the tears fall as she return the hug.

“I-I’ll like that, thank Beel”

Belphegor

“You’re still up” MC asks Belphie who is standing at the doorway at her room.

“Sorry, I was waiting for you”

“Really why?”

“You been having nightmare with some men with guns, I figure to help you” she let out sharp gasp and turn away from Belphie.

“I’m sorry to keep you up-”

“No! I already cause so much pain; I want to help you to keep those nightmares away. Like I promise.”

She looks back with her eyes widen and clenching his pact mark on her wrist. She hastily grabs his hand with her head hang low.

“P-please…. Make the nightmares go away….”

“Anything for you, I’ll keep the nightmares and the bad men away”

Diavolo

“You like what you see” Diavolo spoke behind MC startling her, Diavolo was shock to her reaction almost bumping into crown in display.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning to steal this I swear-”

“Calm down, I trust you. Sorry for startling you.”

“You trust me, even with my background” she mutters, and look directly at Diavolo’s eyes to see if his lying or not.

“I didn’t look in to your past, only your connection with Lilith. I believe in Demons, Angel, and Humans can have second chances. If you’re a good person now, as long you learn from your past. I don’t see to bring up old scars”

“Thank you, My lord”

“Please, Call me Diavolo”

“I don’t think Lucifer will like that”

Barbatos

MC is inside Barbatos room, helping him clean, to the surprise of the demon butler seeing that he didn’t help in clean. But he can’t refuse the human.

But then she stops and look at the door she uses in going back in time in the time of the “Incident”

“Barbatos, can you see any path where I stayed in the human world and never came here in the first places”

“I’m afraid, I am forbidden to use my powers like that, why may I ask what makes you think of that?”

“I think, I got the luckiest path. And I’m thankfully for this. I think I’ll be in the side of the road-”

Suddenly Barbatos places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at the demon.

“Its better not to think of what could’ve happen and focus on your presents self”

Simeon

“Simeon, am I bad person?” She asks while Simeon is writing a draft of his story.

“No, why do you ask?”

“You’re the closes person to being pure and good, is it good for me to threaten people even though I was just following orders”

Simeon stop writing and put the quill down, and look over to MC.

“Did they threat you?”

“Yes”

“Did you, like doing things like that to other?”

“No!” she quickly sat up to that question.

“Are you willing to do that again?”

“Never!”

“Then you’re a good person.”

Solomon

Solomon and MC are at purgatory hall practicing spells for class, when MC spill the potion on to herself, then she starts taking off her shirt, leaving Solomon blushing and turning his back to give her some privacy.

“MC!?! Warner me next time, before you start striping.”

“Sorry, force of habit”

“What you always spill potion on yourself all the time, back home” she looks with bows rise up.

“Oh… No, every time I get back home from a job, I’m usually covered in blood and I don’t want to leave any evidence behind”

“W-what exactly, are those “Jobs” of yours?”

“I you know shady things, if you can keep secrets about yourself. Then I have secrets of my own” she smiled teasing him.

But to him, its no tease.

Luke

“Luke, little advise from me. Don’t be like Mammon or Me” MC and Luke watches Mammon, Levi and Solomon playing poker in class waiting the bell to ring.

“I know Mammon shouldn’t be followed, but you’re a good person I don’t see why you rope yourself with him.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m just nice to people I care about. I don’t care for others outside my gan- never mind”

“Wha-” then the bell rings, and Mammon rushes and grab MC by arm and dragging her out the classroom.

Leaving Luke confuse and worried.

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lilallama · 3 years

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[for the cc]

i don't think this has been done (if it has, feel free to ignore this ask)... but what if the cc are all on the way to class and suddenly they stumble upon four girls at the end of the hallway; crowding a crying y/n while saying shit like 'stop stringing them on' 'they deserve better than a wh*ore like you' 'stay away from them or we'll make you pay'

"Ugh! I fucking hate thursday's. Y/n is in none of my classes!" Jeongguk crossed his arms, pouting. "Sucks to be you. I'm looking forward to a wonderful forty-five minutes of lovingly exchanging glances with my Y/n~" exclaimed a cheerful Jimin before sighing dreamily. The others eyed him with disgust. Seokjin let out a mocking laugh, "If 'lovingly exchanging glances' means 'staring creepily at another man's love while they're thinking about their soulmate', then definitely!" "You are all entitled savages who dare corrupt my dearest saviour. None of you pesky children deserve even the slightest hint of a glance from such a pure, angelic being." Jimin threw his arm around Taehyung's shoulder and smiled sweetly. "Tae tae, as your friend I hate to say this-" he was interrupted by Taehyung who tried to create distance between the two again, to no avail, "I am not your friend, you-" "But you're really weird. Like always." The boys turned around the corner, laughing at Taehyung. "Maybe try getting a personality outside of your strange Y/n cult-" Jeongguk's comment was interrupted when four girls at the end of the hall entered their view.

The girls stood with their backs to them, somehow unaware of their presence. Something very surprising indeed, considering how loud they had been. They could vaguely make out another person, mostly covered by these girls. The boys didn't think much of it. This was pretty much what your average every day bullying at Bulsajo was like. You'd think such a prestigious school would care more about these issues, but truthfully, no one cared. A sad reality Yoongi especially had come to know.

Namjoon looked these girls up and down. Just as he thought, four spoiled rich girls. He didn't care to remember their names, but two of them were from families that his father had connections to. Him and Hoseok quietly made eye contact and nodded. Nothing to worry about. Or so they thought.

They were going to pass them by untill... was that... Y/n?

Immediately all their focus landed on Y/n, cornered to the spotless, white wall of their hallway by these girls. These filthy, filthy girls... Jeongguk wasn't going to wait. He was sbout to storm forward and show them what it means to mess with his beloved Y/n. But Hoseok tugged him back by his collar.

"Stop stringing them on." One of the girls wore an angry expression while staring down at the intimidated Y/n. "You only want attention, right? They deserve better than a whore like you." "Stay away from them before we'll make you-" Hoseok let go of Jeongguk's collar.

Immediately, the boy sprinted right at the girls. Knocking one to the floor and wrapping his hand around her neck. "Did you just threaten my Y/n!" She helplessly clawed on his throat, while her friends watched in shock. "Huh? Speak bitch! I can't fucking hear you!" The other boys, now standing behind the other girls are watching with amusement, as Jeongguk slams the girls head against the floor again.

For a short moment he makes eye contact with the concerned Y/n. "Oh! Hello, Y/n! I missed you so much. No boys talked to you, right?" The girl underneath him managed to cough out, "You're fucking insane!" "Shut up, filthy bitch!" Y/n only looked more concerned. They were about to stand up and ask Jeongguk to release her, when Jimin started coddling them. "Awe! My baby~ you don't know how excited I was to see you! These ugly girls just ruined my day." Jin tugged on another girls hair violently and laughed at her screech. "Like a disgusting pig. Ew."

Carefully Yoongi stepped forward. He was going to ask Y/n if they were okay, but was interrupted by Taehyung. "My God/Goddess! Please, I deeply apologise. Words cannot measure my guilt. How incompetent of a servant have I been, letting these leeches blemish your perfection through such cruel words. We deserve none of your forgiveness. I dare not even beg for such. Punish me however you see fit, my dearest saviour." Y/n was speechless. What was happening?

"Don't worry, sunshine," Hoseok lovingly caressed their cheek, "they will not bother you anymore. We'll make sure of it." He threw them his notorious smile, that everyone swears could end wars. Before he the then rurned to his club members. The girl underneath Jeongguk had fainted, due to lack of oxygen. The muscular brunette was currently breaking her fingers, one by one. Meanwhile Namjoon criticised his savage behaviour infront of Y/n, Jin was laughing hysterically at the other girls faces and Yoongi started to look pale as he heard tge crunching of the girls bones being ripped apart. Y/n shared his sentiment. Each crack made them feel sick. "Oh dear, you look quite pale! Shall we take you outside? Maybe bring you a glass of water?" With panic in his eyes Taehyung gently took Y/n's hand in his, running his thumb soothingly over their knuckles. At least he attempted to be soothing. Together with Jimin clinging to their arm, Taehyung's touch was only making Y/n's stomach twist more and more.

"Jimin, Taehyung, take Y/n to the school nurse." Jimin jumped at the command, excitedly clinging to Y/n's arm. This would mean he could spend some private time in the nurse's office with Y/n. Maybe he even could dress up as a nurse snd take care of them! The two boys hurried to bring Y/n away from the brutality that was taking place in the hallway.

Hoseok waited until Y/n had left the hallway and then dropped his smile. "You are a fucking idiot, Jeon." Jeongguk glared back at Hoseok. "At least I did something to protect my sweetheart's honour. What did you do, huh!?" "Be careful what you say." Jeongguk huffed. "Are we going to... you know.." Yoongi asked his classmate with hesitation. "Knock them out. I have different plans for them."

#yandere bts #cooking club #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere jungkook #yandere hoseok #yandere namjoon #yandere yoongi #yandere v #yandere jhope #yandere rm #yandere jin #i sure rush a lot of asks recently #sorry that it's not the best #still hope it's okay

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technowoah · 3 years

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Hi! This is my first time doing a request for a prompt list but can you do prompts 1,34,25 if you can put those in one fanfic, or mini series. Again this is my first time requesting a prompt list thing. If you can’t fit those three in there you can just do 1 of them. If anything I wrote just made sense, sorry if it didn’t. Have a good day!

Rather Be Devisive Then Indecisive...

Thanks for the request! I decided to do Techno cause I need some Techno content here!

Sorry it took so long 😭

C! Techno x gen neutral! Reader (platonic)

1) "I fucking hate you" "please dont say that"

34) "one more chance please?" "You're being greedy"

25) "You're right. You are useless"

⚠︎ swearing, indecisive reader, angst, angst, mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of tnt & explosions, Wilbur's last canon life, sad techno, I didn't proofread, this story is so fucking long-

"Dont you see history repeating itself?!"

You found yourself in a huge predicament right now while standing by Technoblade's side, adorned in netherite armor and weapons. You were facing against the people you used once to love, the people you eere supposed to kill. You hadn't seen Tommy's face so distraught in quite some time.

Everyone thought you were the traitor, you lost the trust of the people you once sided with and loved. You couldnt stand to see the pain Tommy had in his eyes and the betrayal Tubbo showed. It wasn't true, from what you heard it wasn't true.

You didn't just appear on Technoblade's side one day, it was a tough ride to follow. The beginning of your journey had you looking desperately for a place to be, a home. You were lost in the huge kingdom with huge monuments and different types of people.

Then came L'Manburg. A place where you could be free, at least they sold it like that. You had met Tommy and Tubbo while on the Prime Path and immediately asked about their blue war coats and they immediately introduced you to L'Manburg. You were accepted a while later, meeting the citizens and making connections with all of them.

Then came Manburg and Pogtopia which led you here next to Technoblade as he went on about replacing tyrant with another. You were always on Technoblade's side ever since he joined Pogtopia. All it took was constant literature sessions and talks about politics and you were on board with his ideals and his hate for government.

You were apart of L'Manburg before Pogtopia and Technoblade had changed your mind on government he made you see everything through a different lense and that lense was beautiful and clear. You adapted his ways of thinking quickly and became "one of his personal favorites" as he would say.

Technoblade set off a firework explosion and everyone screamed and scattered, that was the "go" you ended up attacking somone else that wasn't a close friend of yours. You were trying not to attack anyone, this wasnt your style. Yes, Techno had taught you fighting styles and how to become stronger but you didn't want to fight who you considered your family.

You eventually found yourself on a hill looking over the explosions and swords swinging in the gleaming sun. People below were looking in your direction quickly then heading back into battle wondering why there werent any fireworks hot from above, but you couldnt do it. You just couldn't bring yourself to soot the crossbow that was hanging on your hip. Techno kept looking up towards you as you looked back towards him in distraught.

Everyone was yelling until Dream had spoken up.

"You know who the trader was Tommy? Tommy the traitor was Wilbur."

No it couldn't be.

"No! Technoblade killed Tubbo and Y/N left us behind, they're the traitors!" Tommy exclaimed in confusion.

Your mind couldn't make up anything at the moment, was Wilbur the real traitor instead of everyone thinking it was you? Everyone was questioning if Dream was right or not, but you were so into your own mind you didn't hear that one faint scream that lead to many others.

The ground started shaking like a earthquake was about to happen and then the ground started to break apart and explode revealing the huge amounts of TNT that was placed under the stone and dirt. You felt uneasy as smoke, and debris flew from the ground and up into the air. You heard screams of agony who were caugh in the explosion, screams of anguish who witnessed the explosion and screams of joy.

Emotions flew through you like blood. This wasnt what was supposed to happen was is? You were a citezen of L'Manburg before a citizen of Pogtopia and this was the worst thing you have ever seen. The sky turned dark and grey, the place you used to call home is gone and the person who destroyed your home was the one who built it.

"Wilbur?!" You screamed as you saw him and Philza staning next to what looked like a man made cave in the hill.

Everyone else followed your line of sight and saw Wilbur standing next to Philza talking to him. Philza had a sword in his hand and what is seemed like arguing with Wilbur as well. Everything seemed so chaotic you didnt know what to focus on, Wilbur and Philza, Dream inevitably sneaking away, or Technoblade's glare at you from a top a building. You couldn't bring yourself to face Techno right now. Technoblade was a source of comfort for you, but at this moment you had no where to turn.

The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing Philza kill Wilbur. He pierced the sword through his heart and as Wilbur's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore Philza hugged his son and fell down to the ground with him hugging him in his last moments as everyone below screamed at Philza.

Your vision became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything was gone. You had nothing left to go back, no home, no Wilbur. It seemed like Tommy and Tubbo didn't want you back in their lives so it seemed hopeless. Falling to your knees you cradled your face in your hand trying to block out all of the commotion outside.

L'Manburg was like a home you always wanted but never had. They were like family and you grew too attached. You loved them like brothers and a sister. You loved them you grew attached to them as well, especially to Wilbur because you looked up to him as a leader and he took you under his wing when you had no where to go, he cared for you like a big brother. Tommy and Tubbo were also another two you grew too attached to because of Tommy's impulsiveness and Tubbo's attention to detail and caring for others.

After the fall of L'Manburg Technoblade had to make everything worse.

He had looked towards you one last time before getting into position.

"Are you just gonna sit there!? We have a job to do!" Techno said while unsheathing a sword.

"Isn't the job done already?!" You yelled back still sat on the hill.

Techno started to laugh. "Barely!"

He jumped down from the building and into some rubble underneath him and you followed him down the hill. Techno had brung out soul sand and began placing it on the ground with wither skeleton skulls in his hands. You walked over to him and he handed you a skeleton skull, you reluctantly took it out of his hands and you saw him smirk at your compliance.

Tommy began walking towards Techno and you in a fiery rage ready to fight him. He couldn't get straight to him because of a small gap the explosion made. Tommy was trying to keep everyone on that side, safe. Dream and Punz jumped over the gap and joined both you and Techno by the soul sand.

"Stop this right now Techno!"

"You stay over there Tommy!"

The two bickered back and forth until they eventually died down and Technoblade spoke up over the talking and yelling coming from the side Tommy was on.

"Tommy, do you think you're a hero? Is that what this is?" Techno said while letting his guard down for a moment and put his crossbow down.

"I just- I just wanted L'Manburg!" Tommy exclaimed back clearly confused.

You werent a stranger to Technoblade's speeches you were a fan of them really, but not when its against someone you would consider a brother.

Technoblade spoke up over Tommy. "You wanted power.

"I wanted L'Manburg, thats all I ever wanted. I wanted..." Tommy stopped talking for a moment, like he was thinking.

"Tommy you just did a coup! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president." Techno explained to him in a more serious voice than before.

"And then you gave it to your friend, but that still a tyrant Tommy!"

"But the thing about his world Tommy, is that good things dont happen to heros. Let me tell you a story Tommy. A story of a man called Theseus."

Technoblade had taught you about Greek literature and how they could be compared to people in the kingdom today. He so happened to find correlations between Tommy and Theseus at this moment.

You were still anxiously waiting for Technoblade's long speech to end so you could get this heartbreak over with. The need to cry more never became more apparent until now, the need ro run away and never come back but you wanted to listen.

"His country was endagered and he sent himself forward into enemie lines, he slayed the minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy?!"

"What did they do-"

"They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. Thats what happens to heros Tommy." Techno finished his Greek mythology speech.

Tubbo spoke up from behind Tommy. "But he saved everyone!"

"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a hero Tommy that's fine." Technoblade started walking backwards with a wither skulls in each hand.

You had soul sand infront of you and you were waiting till Technoblade set the first wither out into the world. There were wither skulls in the brown grass so you all could quickly put the skulls ontop if the sand. Technoblade thought it was a good idea to have multiple withers flying in L'Manburg at once. You and Techno were probably going to get attacked by the withers too because withers dont know who made them, they just attack.

"Technoblade dont do this! We're so close! Im not the hero! No one's the hero!" Tommy pleaded and that made your heart drop.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?! THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

There it is. Techno started placing the skeleton heads on the soul sand and you followed suit placing three skulls onto the other. The two withers started to form and grow besides you and Technoblade. You didnt want to do this at all. You could hear the screams from the former Pogtopia and L'Manburg citizens, this wasnt what you wanted. You didn't want Wilbur to die, you didn't want L'Manburg to go, and of course you didnt want your family to die.

Technoblade grabbed your hand and led you to a higher plane, both of you dodging the blows the withers were giving out to anyone in their way. You had made it a top of the building Technoblade was before. You felt like your lungs had no air in them, from the running and and seeing Tommy desperately trying to fight a wither above him, Tubbo shooting arrows next to Quackity and the withers making Wilbur's explosion bigger than it was.

Technoblade started laughing at the destruction and the screams of the people below. You knew Technoblade was a dangerous man, he killed and did it for his own reasons that you didnt argue against. He had told you that he will tell you one day, but this wasnt that day. You didn't want to hear anything from him, you had lost everything.

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out in disbelief at the destruction below.

"Please dont say that." Techno rolled his eyes.

"You're not telling the truth-"

"MY LIFE IS GONE TECHNO! I- My home is gone! Wilbur is gone! Where do I go?!"

"Hou have me! What are you talking about? Did you just blindly follow me?! Newsflash I'm not Wilbur, Im not Schlatt! Im my own person that dosent associate with government so might as well destroy the government physically." Techno looked back out into the chaos.

"This cant be the way!"

"Do you have another plan?!"

"If I did it wouldn't have mattered." You said calming down, but still angry.

"Should've said something sooner." Techno said while walking away from the edge of the building and away from you.

"Again, it wouldn't have mattered." You said as a final statement before he walked away.

You didnt know where he was going nor did you care at this point. You retreated for now and found yourself back in Pogtopia. Going down into the decorated cave and reminiscing on times shared. The moments where Tommy was messing with Wilbur, when Tubbo immediately relaxed when he found himself around Pogtopia and he could be himself, when Techno and you had extremely deep talks in the potato farm.

You ended up going back to your home later that night trying to clear your mind and trying to know where to go next. The next morning your feet had a mind of its own that morning because you ended up at Tommy's house. You had knocked on his door and he swung it opened it with his widened eyes not expecting you to be there. He was bandaged up more than usual, he had scars on his hands and face too. It was a sad sight for you.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here!? I didn't-"

You cut Tommy off by hugging him and trying not to cry at the sight.

"Im so sorry Tommy." You said regretting everything.

"Im sorry I hurt you."

"Hey calm down. I forgive you, but it's gonna be hard ya know?" Tommy explained as you let him go sniffling.

"I understand, you shouldn't feel obligated to forgive me I know its going to be hard to help them grow even though I betrayed them." You slightly laughed and Tommy smiled.

You felt accomplished that day. You hung out with Tommy the whole day, then found Tubbo as well. They both accepted you but slowly but surely were going to forgive you. You hated that they were in pain but they knew you were in pain as well. Later that day you sat down with the both of them and wrote letters to everyone wanting to reconnect again. The two had said they would help deliver the letters while you delivered some too.

The day turned into night and you and Tubbo were currently walking around doing nothing in particular. Tommy had headed home as you promised to visit him tomorrow. You and Tubbo both ended up on the topic of Phil. Silence fell upon you two, you didn't know what to say about that. You didn't know Phil that well, but he seemed regretful. Wilbur's death became a touchy subject between you two. Tubbo then asked you about Technoblade and you had no answer to that either.

Technoblade left without telling you anything at first you didnt care, but now you are slightly regretting having that stupid fight. Days continued to go on and your regret became more apparent each and every day. You had reconnected with former L'Manburg members and asked for forgiveness. It was a slow process but you all became closer in due time.

Technoblade and your relationship grew further apart and you noticed that. You never seen him since the final day of L'Manburg until one day.

You had visited the abandoned and long forgotton Pogtopia once more longing for the days before all Hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Technoblade standing not too far away from you.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where have you been?" You exclaimed not knowing whether to run to him or stand still.

"Well im used to being left alone. It's not that hard you should try it sometimes."

"Last thing I remember was you walking away."

"Last thing I remember was you yelling at me and telling me that you fucking hated me." Techno said matching your tone.

"I was in a bad place at that moment." You tried to justify your actions when in reality you couldn't.

"Weren't you all!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said getting defensive.

"I mean all of you L'Manburgians. You all were going through something. That something was the death of your leader and the inevitable death if your country. You apparently never let go of that side, L'Manburg is still with you somehow." Techno explained to you.

He always read you like an open book. You still never let go of L'Manburg and thats why you went back and left your and Technoblade's relationship behind. Yes that was your fault, but you can try and reconnect, try to build trust again.

"Can't I be with them and you at the same time?" You asked, while your confidence left your body.

"NO! WHAT?! Why would you say that?! Have you been listening to me?!"

"I have! You-"

"No you clearly fucking havent! They are feeding into the very thing they sought to destroy! History is repeating and you going back is only encouraging it! Soon enough the new "L'Manburg" will fall time and time again!" Technoblade yelled clearly fed up with the conversation.

"Technoblade. I wanted to make ammends with you! I wanted to be on your side again!" You pleaded.

"Apparently not because you keep runnning to L'Manburg!"

You were getting desperate, it felt like everything was lost again. Why did you have to chose between anti-government and pro-government. You didnt have to, you just needed your friendship that was torn apart glued back together. The need to rekindle the friendship between you and Technoblade began to exceed everything else and continued to cloud your mind.

"One more chance please?!"

"You're being greedy." Techno taunted.

"Techno listen! I-"

"I am listening." He interrupted you on purpose.

"Seriously I wanted to rekindle our friendship so please just let me do this!" You pleaded.

"That's not going to be happening anytime soon. You know Im usually the one being left, but now that I see you like this I now understand why people leave others." He laughed.

You stayed silent and that gave him the opportunity to speak more.

"Those that have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall pay that injustice a thousand times over."

Another speech he would use another time. Your gaze was set on the stone ground beneath you. You couldn't face him and you knew he was talking about you. You weren't going to get the happy ending you always dreamt of. You were always aware of falling out of friendships but you never knew that one of your falling friendships would hurt this badly.

"All that time ago, you're right, you were right. You are useless."

"I dont need you anymore." Technoblade continued and ascended up the stairs to leave. He left you alone down in Pogtopia, it was hard.

"I came here to get actual shit done, but it turns out I couldn't." You heard Technoblade mumble upstairs before you were for sure he left.

You were left in the once lively underground community of Pogtopia. It was quiet and still now with the only thing was a small cool whispering of the wind.

You had your family, slowly but surely it was coming together but now everything seemed more broken than ever. Unbeknownst to you everything would get worse.

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wndrcarol · 3 years

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daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. pt. 6

Daddy’s Favorite Masterlist

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: more smut! Yes! Also I want to say thank you guys for all the love on this series! It warms my heart to know how much you guys are enjoying it so far and I- just thank y’all <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

au: CEO

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, oral (carol giving, r receiving) dom!carol, sub!r, does contain smut so be mindful and 18+ please!

happy reading! x

———

After that night, you felt as though things were definitely heightened between you and Carol. It definitely wasn’t a business relationship anymore and that night wasn’t just going to become a one time thing.

You and Carol had begun to sneak around more, during the days and even nights. You’d skip out on meeting with your dad for dinner, using excuses like you had already made plans with a friend or you felt sick that night. Tony had begun to question why you were cancelling so much but didn’t want to think too much of it, having business consumed his mind with a heightened work season.

On the other hand, Sam had begun to watch Carols moves closely. He kept in close contact with Natasha, making sure she was in on it too because she didn’t want to see you roped into anything bad either and she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to help out a friend.

Walking into your fathers office, you placed down the small stack of files on his desk before you looked up at him. “Here’s all the recent account you asked for, organized in months” you smiled at him as he just watched you, staying silent. You recognized the look but you dismissed it before continuing.

“Okay, I’m gonna take lunch now so if you need me just-“

“What have you been doing?” Tony asked you abruptly, cutting you off. You looked at him stunned before composing yourself and clearing your throat.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered out, mentally cursing at yourself. Tony looked down before getting out of his chair and making his way to stand infront of you.

“You’ve been acting sneaky” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and you felt small. You felt like a little girl again infront of a disappointed father. The pit in your stomach grew as all the guilt began to swirl inside. You wanted to tell him, say you were at least seeing someone so he would get off your case but you couldn’t bring yourself to, knowing he’d just want to snoop on who you were seeing.

“I know you’re seeing someone” Tony said, almost as if reading your thoughts. You looked at him with a shocked expression before he chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing your arms.

“I don’t care who you’re seeing. Just don’t act so sneaky and be safe, okay?” He finished, placing a kiss on your forehead before going back around his desk and sitting down.

“Now go get lunch before I make you bring me more files” Tony said, looking up at you, stuck in place before you nodded and rushing out of the room with a shaky breath.

Going to the elevator, your phone pinged as Carol sent you a message. You couldn’t help but smile at the text popping up while still feeling the sense of guilt swirl in your stomach.

C: Dinner tonight? Somewhere nicer than my office x

You chuckled softly, you stepped onto the elevator replying to her text with a ‘yes’ before putting your phone away and watching the numbers blink as the elevator descended.

It stopped on a few floors before and Sam stepped on giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N)” he said as he pulled you in for a side hug. Hugging him back, you both stood in comfortable silence.

“So” Sam started as you turned to him. “Any plans tonight?” He asked, looking at you as you smiled at him.

“Yep, got a date” you said looking back towards the doors in front of you as Sam felt his stomach drop softly, knowing exactly who it was. He wanted to tell you what Natasha had told him, wanting to save you from what you were getting yourself into.

“Hopefully not in the office again” Sam quipped as you gasped lightly, smacking his arm as he laughed out.

“Sam!” You said, letting out a small laugh as he looked at you, still slightly laughing. “I’ll have you know it won’t be in the office, thank you” you said before looking back towards the numbers seeing you were close to the ground floor.

“Hmm” Sam hummed, a smile still on his face before he got serious. “Just be careful” he said as you turned to him quickly with a confused look but the doors opened, signaling you to step out.

Waving at him, you walked away, his comment still swirling in your mind. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you should take his advice.

To your surprise, Carol took you out to a local restaurant, living up to her promise of it not being in an office. It was nice to have dinner with her and get to conversation without having it to quickly escaped to having your hands all over each other.

Carol told you more about where she was from, her family and even touching on her accident she had, as you listened, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it softly whenever she’d speak about the accident. Carol admired that about you. You were a good listener as she expressed her background and for some reason it only made her fall a bit harder for you.

After dinner, Carol offered to take you to her apartment and you agreed, both a mix of nervousness and excitement swirled in you. It was walking distance from the restaurant so you had decided to walk, your arm looked through hers as you both talked abut the smallest things from music to places you’d like to visit.

One you reached her building, you followed Carol up and watched her give you a small smile as she unlocked the door. Immediately looking around, a small smile tugged to your face as Carol took off her jacket and began turning on the lights.

Carol’s house suited her. It simple, no bright colors or anything and it felt comfortable. There were some picture lined on a bookcase as you stepped closer, examining them. They were of her and another woman with a child as they were all smiling.

Carol didn’t have any personal things in her office that you could recall. She looked so happy in the photo, her smile was bright and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the photo. You felt Carol move behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she laid her chin on your shoulder.

“That’s Maria and her daughter, Monica” she said as your fingers left the photograph you didn’t know you were touching.

“I’ve known them for a long time” Carol said softly as you hummed at her.

“Monica is adorable” you said, turning around in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck as Carol hummed back at you before pecking your lips softly.

“She seems like the sweetest thing but don’t let her fool you. She’s trouble” Carol chuckled as you let out a soft laugh before she guided you towards the couch. Sitting down, Carol passed you a glass of water as you mumbled a soft thank you.

You both sat in comfortable silence before you reached for her hand, giving it slight squeeze as she looked up at you.

“Thank you for tonight” you said, a smile on your face as she nodded. “It was nice to have a date out the office” you giggled as she chuckled, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s my pleasure. Just thought I’d give you a proper night unlike having pizza in the office” she joked as you chuckled, taking another drink from your water before placing the glass down and turning back towards her.

Carol’s hand came to lay on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing the skin there as you leaned into the touch, your eyes shutting for a quick second.

“So beautiful” Carol spoke softly as she began to lean in. You followed her movements until your lips pressed against hers, letting out a soft, low moan as Carol pushed you back onto the couch softly.

Hovering over you, Carol pulled away looking at you as your hands moved up to her hair and pulled her back down, pressing your lips roughly against hers this time. Soon, Carol’s hands moved up and down your waist, moving to undress you.

Her touch was soft and the feeling only made you moan into the kiss. She pulled away once more as she helped you kick off your pants and shirt, leaning down to your neck and placing soft kisses against your neck as her fingers moved to your thighs, dragging up and down against the skin.

“Carol” you breathed out, as her hand moved between your thighs, tugging your underwear down your legs before hand moved your legs apart. Carol pulled away from your neck and began kissing down your body. Her actions tonight made your head spin. They were complete opposite from how they were the other nights where’d she’d be rough with you, fingers digging into your skin where’d there’d be slight bruises.

“So pretty” Carol hummed against your skin, moving closer between your legs before she inserted two fingers into you, beginning to thrust them slowly. You let out a moan, your hands gripping onto the fabric beneath you, sliding down slightly to get more comfortable.

“Look at you” Carol said, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of you picking up the pace, watching you arch your back off her couch, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

Carol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as pleasure shot through you. She then began to suck softly against your clit as your hips lifted up slightly into her mouth. Carol’s free hand moved to push you back onto the couch.

Your head felt fuzzy again, the pleasure shooting through you made you feel helpless as you felt the familiar knot come back. You felt a bit embarrassed as to how quick you were building up but you were too much in a daze to focus on that.

“So easy to unravel for me, hmm? Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” she said, humming against you, sucking lightly as you felt the knot begin to get tighter.

“Carol-“ you said before you felt her fingers slip out of you, making your whimper and look at her. She moved her hands to your hips, helping to lift you off your back as she moved to sit up.

“Come on” she said, patting her thigh. Whimpering at the thought, you moved over, straddling her thigh as you lowered down, moaning out to the new friction. You could feel the fabric of her pants begin to become soaked as you sat there.

“Finish yourself off, pretty girl” Carol said, placing her hands on your hips and squeezing lightly. “Let me see you ride my thigh”

Moving your hips forward and back, your head tilting back as a moan left your lips. Carol watched you in awe, the sight making shivers run through her body. It was so erotic but so beautiful seeing you like this.

You gripping onto Carol’s shoulders as you moved quicker, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as Carol squeezed your hip, helping you to grind down onto her thigh.

“That’s my girl” she said, taking a hand from your hip and tilting your head up to look at her before she pressed her lips softly against yours.

As you ground down again, you pulled away and let out a gasp followed by a moan as your orgasm washed over you. Carol’s hand continued to guide your body slowly on her thigh as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your body slightly shaking.

You looked at Carol who watched with a smile on her face before she kissed you once more. Your hands moved up to entangle in her hair before she pulled away. “Let’s take this elsewhere”

You stirred in your sleep, turning over to see Carol’s side of the bed empty. You tugged the blanket over your naked body as you heard Carol’s voice outside the door. Slowly, you got up, grabbing the blanket with you as you covered yourself, getting closer to the door until you heard Carol’s voice better.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. Leave it to me” Carol said before hanging up. Carol walked back into the room and saw you standing there. She quickly gasped before letting out a breath as you looked at her confused.

“Everything alright?” You asked, wrapping the blanket you tighter as you felt chills run through you from the cold air. Carol gave you soft smile, a nodding her head.

“Yeah” she started, moving towards you. “Just business” Carol said, coming up and pulling you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response as you smiled at her before you both made your way back to the bed. Carol laid behind you, wrapping her arm around you before she drifted back into sleep.

But you couldn’t fall back to sleep. Sam’s words swirled in your mind again. You knew you were going head first into something and you couldn’t help but be scared by what was going to happen.

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