#I am going to be sobbing in a corner aren't I

[makethatelevenrings]

Jason getting begged and babygirled by a Fem or gn reader- 💕 your head canons live in my head rent free

(Love your writing and hope you’re having a wonderful day <33)

heheheh MINORS DO NOT INTERACT please for the love of god go read percy jackson

oh your boy is always working so hard

you worry about him sometimes. he's so tired and stressed. it's like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

so you take care of him the best way you could

Jason whimpers as you kiss and lick up and down his shaft, his hips bucking into the air as you pump his cock a few times

"So good for me, baby. Isn't that right?" you coo. "You deserve this, don't you?"

He nodded, his lower lip tucked between his teeth and you grin, pressing a kiss to his hip bone

Jason's on his back, legs spread and pulled back towards his shoulders so you have a perfect view of his thick, leaking cock that bobs against his stomach and the puckered hole that you're slowly circling

Spreading his cheeks, you lick a stripe up from his ass to his balls and his breathing quickens

Lubing up one finger, you circle his hole one more time before slowly breaching the tight channel with the tip of your finger. His muscles contract and then relax around the intrusion and you smile at him, your other hand coming to stroke along his cock

"Tell me, Jason, tell me you deserve this."

"I deserve this," he sobs.

"Tell me that you are worthy." You slide your finger in and out, massaging the walls of his hole as they loosen. Another finger fits in soon after. Oh, your good boy.

"I am worthy," he whispers. His hands are gripping the sheets with such a tight hold that for a brief moment, you wonder if they're going to rip

"Oh, baby, you're doing so good for me. My good boy, aren't you? You always take my fingers so well and soon you'll take my cock, right?"

He nods and you pat his thigh before returning your attention to his dick. He's putty in your hands and you love that he trusts you enough to fall apart to you

"Who's a good boy?"

"Me," he cries. "I'm your good boy."

"Oh, you're my best boy." You coat your strap on in lube and position it to rest on his stretched out hole. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please." He looks so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, and lips parted as he breaths through the building orgasm.

You slowly fuck the tip in and he throws his head back with a choked out moan. With a shallow thrust, more of your cock slides into his hole and he whimpers. Another thrust. Another. Deeper and deeper until your brushes against his prostate and his legs are shaking.

"Tell me you're beautiful," you whisper as you fuck into him.

"I...." he hesitates, as if he can't believe the words. You still your hips and plant your hand next to his head, bending down so your lips brush over his. His teal eyes lock with yours and you tsk your tongue.

"Tell me you're beautiful, Jason Todd." You take in his body with its scars, stretch marks, and various bruises and marks from his night job. His muscles flex under you and you pull away from his lips to press a kiss to a scar right over his chest.

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Jay. Adonis in the flesh. Every piece of you...I can't even describe what you do to me. And you're heart is so kind." You roll your hips and he yelps at the return of pleasure and pressure.

"I...I'm beautiful," he sobs. "I deserve this."

"That's." Each word is punctuated with a thrust. "My. Good. Boy."

Your lips press to his and you swallow his cry as milky cum spurts out of his aching cock. Tears leak out of the corner of his eyes and you kiss them away, your hand resting over his heart as you feel him tremble beneath your touch.

"So good for me, baby." You pull out of him and smooth his hair down. "So good. Always so good. How do you feel?"

"Good," he breathes. "Perfect. Thank you."

You give him a moment to catch his breath as you clean off your toy and wash your hands and then you help him into the shower where you kiss along his body and scrub shampoo into his hair.

Jason puts his body on the line every night. The least you could do is help him love it.

Valentine's Day is three days away!!!

[roseywatchingyouall]

A punishment never to be forgotten

I want you to strip me nude and spank me. I want it to go on and on until I am sobbing brokenly into your leg not resisting and accepting powerlessness and the pain I want you to go until my ass is red as humanly possible then I want you to gently spread my thighs and suddenly land a harsh smack on my pussy which sends me howling and slamming my thighs closed, this makes you smile "oh no little one we aren't done punishing you yet". next thing I know you clamp a spreader bar between my legs and begin your new form of punishment as I begin to yell squirm and cry trying to make it all end.

After a while, you stop and pull me off you and make me kneel in the corner my only instruction being to stay after you force me into my new position. I hear you walking back and forth a little until you appear behind me and push me so my hands are braced on the wall as I kneel legs out and spread presenting my lower half to you. Then you tell me to stay like this for a moment I hope it's over until a blinding pain registers in my cunt as you use your full strength to kick it I desperately cling to the wall as I scream before I have fully recovered you deliver 2 more to my cunt and then a moment later another one which makes me fall I cry and beg for mercy on the floor looking up at you only seeing your excitement evident in your pants you grab my hair and drag me over to the bed as I scrabble behind you trying to stay upright proving too hard with the spreader between my legs until I'm hauled over your knee again. Then you say voice dripping with false sweetness as you were such a good girl you can choose wooden spoon or hairbrush.

Reluctantly I splutter out the spoon please sir, a moment later the hairbrush is at my lips as you tell me to suck moments after I start you begin ruthlessly beating my pussy ass, and thighs with the spoon for what feels like an eternity before stopping and rubbing soothing circles on my bum as my sobs soften then you tell me to go kneel upright in the corner for 30 mins then my punishment will be done. moments later you appear behind me and gently fondle my pussy for a moment before sliding something in after a moment I feel a burning sensation take over my cunt as I look down I see the wooden spoon 1/2 way in my cunt covered in a red paste which I realize is a chilly paste, I keep crying begging for mercy as you sit and fuck me with it until its all in me then you tell me my corner time is over and I was such a good girl grinning ear to ear as you remove the spreader from my legs then as I stand up you quickly put my panties on holding the spicy spoon in me effectively. You pat the bulge where the spoon pokes out gently making me wince.

I quietly whine Sir I thought my punishment was over making you grin it is little on this is your punishment for talking to me like that come along now as you grab the back of my neck and drag me outside to the shed telling me to kneel I do and I watch you put on your gloves however my panic increases as you tell me to hold open the front of my panties and move to grab a handful of nettles I beg and plead but you just give me a stern look moments later my panties are stuffed front and back with nettles and you smile knowing the agony I'm in and say right now off to bed little one you must be tired after all your crying today smiling as you watch the horror overtake my face as I realize I'm in for a long night as I follow you inside.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Raindrops falling on my Heart ♡

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: Well, if that weren't a shitty couple of weeks 🥲 anyway, I am back! The Leon brainrot has been eating at me for months and I finally caved, have some angst! With a happy ending of course, because I have a fragile little heart :) I have some more Leon in my drafts if y'all are interested ;) Enjoy!

~ Fi 🪻

Warnings: talks of alcohol being used as a coping mechanism, badly written fight, potential ooc Leon

Word count: 1.1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"You always do this, Leon!" Your voice echoed through your shared apartment. "You know that it's out of my control" He responded, frustrated. You scoffed. "You were gone for three weeks. Three weeks, Leon!" You yelled, tears stinging in your eyes. "I was sat here, for three goddamn weeks wondering whether you were alive or not. One Text. That is all I ask. 'I'm save' or 'I'm okay' that is all I want. I need to know that you're alright." You pleaded.

He was gone for long periods at a time and you were a nervous wreck, tossing and turning at night, hoping, praying that your lover was alive. It was eating away at you, hearing that knock on the door not knowing whether it was Leon finally coming home or his officials to tell you that he didn't make it. It was agonizing, really.

Leon, who previously had his back turned towards you, turned around. "Sure, just let me tell the bad guys to stop shooting at me so I can text you. Also, have a little more faith in me, you know I wouldn't go down that easy." He spat back. He shook his head, scoffing. Making his way to the door, he grabbed his jacket and keys. "Where are you going?" You asked bitterly. "Bar" he replied coldly. "No, Leon! You don't get to walk away from this. You always do and it's solving absolutely nothi-" you were interrupted by the door slamming in your face.

Hot tears were running down your face. You two fought like this almost everytime he came back after weeks of disappearing. It always ended with Leon threatening to leave for the evening but he never did. Until today. He actually left.

Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You clutched your heart with both hands to help soothe the pain. Your Relationship was really put to the test with Leon having such a dangerous job. It was obvious he couldn't just stop the whole mission, but there had to be at least 5 minutes between saving the world and kicking ass where he could let you know that he was alive. Why didn't he understand that you loved him?  Why wouldn't he let you love him? "Stubborn son of Bitch..." you mumbled, tears drying on your cheeks.

Leon angrily stomped out of your apartment building. Having shoved his hands deep into his pockets, he stepped out into the pouring rain. He'd be soaked by the time he got to the local bar but he couldn't care less at the moment. He hated fighting with you, especially over something like this, something you have been over a million times. He kept his head down, the cold rain trickling down his neck into his shirt.

The stores, restaurants and buisnesses that lined the street, cast a bright light onto his face as he looked up, searching for the sign of the bar. He was a regular at this point. Coming in, sitting down at the very back in a cozy corner, and then quietly leaving when he had drunk his anger, frustration and pain away.

Looking around, Leon spotted happy couples roaming the streets on either side. Laughing, holding hands, smiling. It made him sick. How dare they pretend to be perfect when he knows for a fact that they aren't. Every couple fights. How dare they be happy. He shot them a bitter look and went on to get into the warm and dry embrace of the bar.

Reaching for the the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name being called.

"Leon.." you spoke, arms wrapped around yourself to keep you warm. "Can we talk? Please?"

He turned to face you. You were soaked. Your wet hair clinging to your forehead and your neck, the flimsy jacket you had grabbed in a rush doing little to keep the pouring rain and cold out. What are you doing here, you're going to get sick was the first thought that popped into his head as he saw you. But he didn't say that.

"What? You come here to yell at me again?" He asked, coldly. You took a couple of steps towards him. "No, I.." you sighed "I love you, Leon. And I care about you. I worry for you. But you just go on your missions thinking you have nothing to lose and no one that cares about you." Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks.

"But I do! I care. You have something to lose. Us. Everything we've been through. Every fight, every sleepless night, every kiss. I just don't understand why you won't you let me love you. You own my heart and take up my every thought. You're the love of my life, Leon. You're my world, my everything. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if anything happened to you. You are loved. I love you. Isn't that enough for you to not storm into every situation recklessly and put your life on the line for-" you were cut off by Leon pressing your head against his chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you let all your emotions spill out. Leon stayed quiet as you sobbed into his shirt, your tears mixing with the rain.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart" he whispered, you could hear the tremble in his voice. Pulling away from the embrace, you looked at him, seeing the faintest hint of tears in the corner of his eyes. you reached to his face and cupped his cheek gently.

"You deserve to be loved, Leon. Please understand that. You don't have to earn love or prove yourself worthy of it. Being you is enough. I love you." You sniffled, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Leon leaned into your touch, placing his hand on yours and pressing it closer to his face. "I-.. Thank you. I love you too. So much." he sighed, a tear escaping his eye.

You gave him a soft, sad smile and carefully brushed the tear aside. "No more fighting, okay?"

"Okay. Let's go home, baby. I think Bingo's on tonight" he grinned at you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. You two walked home in the cold rain, your hand clutched tightly in Leons.

After a much needed hot shower you were now both cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite show but basically talking and laughing through the whole thing. You'd missed nights like these with Leon, the cuddling, the loving, the talking. You'd grown distant the last couple of months due to the frequent arguments. But now, all was well and you later fell asleep in Leons loving arms.

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[thedevilinmybrain]

Oh my gosh Jenn I am SO lucky and I have the BEST timing! You don’t have to, I was absolutely not trying to guilt you. You can save it for next time if you want. Or skip it if it doesn’t speak to you.

The moment when Louis’s band realized H and L were THAT PDA gross couple.

I love this prompt so here you go, sweetpea. I hope you like it and it was worth the wait

"I-" Michael stares, can't fucking help it. Every time he drops his gaze to his beer, he gets bombard with the noises. He's glad that Louis feels this safe around them, it's a hard earned trust, he just can't reconcile it all in his brain.

"Are they always like this?" Isaac asks out of the corner of his mouth, nudges Oli in the side. The ginger barely raises his head from his phone, glances up and then back down.

"No. Typically Harry would be half naked by now."

Across the room, Harry is perched across Louis' lap, his arms thrown over his shoulders, hands buried in Louis' hair. THey've been kissing for a while, started out with little pecks and whispering until now Harry's making these little whimpering noises in the back of his throat, mouth wide open as Louis clearly fucks his tongue inside. Between them, Louis' hands aren't visible, but the clear movement of his arm indicates that he's not keeping them innocently folded in his lap either.

"Are they…" Steve asks, downs own beer before reaching for another "Are they going ot fuck? Right now?"

"How many drinks have they had?" Oli asks, shakes his phone as the evil eyed Duolingo bird glares up at him for missing another Spanish conjugation.

"I think they only smoked a bit." Matt answers, raises a brow when Harry tosses his head back, wiggles around until he can fit his thighs on either side of Louis' waist, sliding closer.

"I give it another ten minutes before we should vacate." Oli shrugs a shoulder. "Unless you all want to be jobless tomorrow. I saw Louis fire a PA once that walked in on them. The guy left sobbing. Deleted all his socials too. Think he thought Louis was going to track him down if he breathed a word about it."

"Witness protection," Harry's voice cuts from across the room, Louis' narrowed gaze peeking out from behind his shoulder. "He entered Witness Protection."

"For now." Louis nods, reaching up to pull Harry's chin back towards him.

[folklorebae]

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: gn!reader & sakusa kiyoomi/angst to fluff

wc: 0.5k

warning: swearing

You remember when your friends warned you about this arranged marriage—it’s not going to be about laughs, intimacy, or fun dates. They’re not wrong, but you like your husband, despite his initially aloof demeanor, he is a good person.

However, why have the two of you not talked for three days and slept on different beds? For some reason, there’s a part of you that knows he still cares about you, since he always makes you breakfast every morning before he leaves for work. So, the problem you two are facing isn't too serious, right?

Tearing your gaze away from the ceiling, you look at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12.02 am. “Fuck, I can’t sleep.”

You wake up from your supposed shared bed, lazily walking towards the kitchen. You’re about to look for something to eat or drink, but the second your fingers touch the fridge handle, you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

Taking a deep breath, you turn your body to face him. “Kiyoomi...”

“What are you doing?” He asks, standing a few feet away from you.

You shake your head. “I can’t sleep. What–”

“I’m sorry.” He cuts you off before walking up to you and taking your hands in his, softly rubbing the silver band on your ring finger.

You look at his face, the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen looks empty. A single tear shamelessly falls from his eye, his eyebags almost matching yours. It’s crystal clear he doesn't get enough sleep he deserves, and little do you know, he has trouble falling asleep on his own when you aren't right  next to him. It’s crazy to think how things can change in less than five months.

The corner of your lips curl downward, heart shattering inside like broken glass. The idea of you hurting your own husband makes tears stream down your face, and the next thing you know, you're hanging by your feet, pinned to his chest with your arms at your sides. He hugs you so tight that you wonder if you can breathe, but suddenly you are released.

“I’m sorry too.” You sob as you wipe your tears away. “Please, don’t let us go.”

Sakusa looks at you in shock, he quickly shakes his head. “Of course I won’t! Are you crazy?”

You rest your head on his chest and slowly close your eyes, relishing the sound of his heartbeat. Automatically, Sakusa places his hand on your back. “I don’t want us to argue anymore. I’d do anything for this marriage.”

“Me too.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. The comfortable silence suddenly comes in between the two of you, and somehow you find yourself starting to move your feet, slowly dancing, which Sakusa quickly follows.

He lets out a single breathless chuckle. “Why are we dancing?”

You pop your head up, looking at him straight in the eyes. A bashful smile surfaces on your pretty face. “I don’t know, do you wanna stop?”

“One more minute and we go to sleep.”

“On the same bed?” You joke, but he quickly removes himself from you and turns around, walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Kiyoomi!” You exclaim before laughing to yourself.

“It’s Sakusa to you!”

[seehisbriefs]

Thomas looks up at you with pleading, reddened eyes, chest still heaving with ragged breaths from his earlier outburst. He opens his mouth as if to protest further, but seems to think better of it, shrinking back slightly.

"You…you really aren't going to let this go, are you?" he murmurs in a small, tremulous voice, fingers twisting anxiously in the fabric of his shirt. A deep flush creeps across his cheeks as the weight of his humiliation seems to sink in.

Slowly, almost shyly, he averts his gaze, chewing on his lip. When he speaks again, his words tumble out in an embarrassed, petulant rush. "It's just…it's so unfair, you know? Why do you have to keep pushing about this? Can't you see how awful and demeaning it is for me?"

His brow furrows in a childish pout, even as fresh tears well in the corners of his eyes. "I don't want to show you, I don't want to confirm how little and…and babyish I really am. You're just being mean, making me expose my biggest insecurity like this!"

He sniffles hard, swiping angrily at the dampness on his cheeks as his lower lip trembles with repressed emotion. For a moment, he seems on the verge of another tantrum, body tense and quivering with pent-up humiliation and distress.

Then, as if the fight suddenly goes out of him, his shoulders slump in resignation. "Ugh, l-look at me…I'm being such a big stupid baby about this," he mutters, flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. "Getting all worked up and throwing a fit just because you want…because you want to see…"

His voice trails off in a pained whimper as he squeezes his eyes shut, seeming to brace himself. Slowly, almost reverently, he grips the hem of his shirt and tugs it upwards with trembling hands, revealing the unmistakable waistband of a pair of plain, oversized white tighty whities peeking out above the waistline of his jeans.

The humiliation is palpable, radiating off of him in waves as he shrinks in on himself, utterly diminished. He can't even bring himself to look at you, shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back renewed sobs.

"There…" he chokes out, the word barely more than an anguished whisper. "Are you happy now? You've seen how infantilized and pathetic I really am…" With that, he buries his burning face in his hands, the very picture of shattered dignity and emasculation.

[illegal-heartbreaker]

Platonic Larissa x Addams reader

Maybe she and Morticia have a strained relationship actually probably with both parents since she’s the oldest sibling. Moricia says something to reader making her upset like full sobbing that only Larissa seen so Weems goes full mama bear mode and then comforts her maybe reader slips in a few Mamas making Larissas heart swell with warmth and pride as r falls asleep on her chest.

Please and thank you, I love your work btw it’s utterly amazing

The Nevermore Mom {Larissa Weems}

Summary: request above

Relationship: Reader x Larissa (plat) & Reader x Addams family

Warnings: light mention of disowning & talks of grades

Extra: Got slightly carried away :) & tysm

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It was the first parent weekend for the Addams sisters since they arrived, and neither were looking forward to it. Wednesday because she would rather be looking for more clues and Y/N, just didn't like her parents. The two sisters stood side by side at the round about which parents were greeting their children but still no sight of their parents and younger brother, which should have been a relief but both couldn't help but be upset.

"You don't think they've forgotten about this weekend?" Wednesday asked you hopefully.

"I highly doubt so, but if they did you know Weems would make us still interact." You laughed wishing that they'd hurry up and get this over with.

"Miss Addams, where are your parents?" You turn around finding Principal Weems standing behind you and your sister with a look of concern covering her face.

"Late, like usual." Wednesday says, not copying your action.

The principal looks at your sister with a scowl, "I'll wait with the both of you then, it seems like everyone else parents have arrived." before it falls back into a comfortable silence.

"I believe that would be your parents," Weems looks at the car which had pulled up "I'll let you go, so you can talk." She says before leaving the two of you alone.

"Wednesday, Y/N, my darling children! How have you been?" Your mother asks once she steps out of the car.

"We've been wonderful mother," You attempt to smile for her, "Now please let's head in, we're already late."

"Please enjoy your stay!" Principal Weems had just finished giving her speech, though you didn't care to ask what she had asked. Watching as families moved and separated into the outcast groups, Larissa casually made her way over to your family, making sure not to alert your parents.

"My dear, you look as dark and beautiful as ever," Your mother complimented your younger sister looking her over, "Shame you couldn't wear more colours."

"Colour, it makes me want to claw my eyes out." She responded causing you to let out a laugh and bringing the attention to you.

"Y/N, You're getting perfect grades? We expect the best from you, especially since you are the oldest." Morticia asked, making your Principal's eyes snap over to the conversation.

"Yes mother, perfect grades in most of my subjects anyway." You reply knowing that she'd get angry but hopefully won't cause too much of a scene.

"What do you mean most of them?"

"I mean that I am sitting on a C for Outcast History and Botanics." You mutter in embarrassment, you were trying to study but you still seemed to fail.

"Y/N, dear. Please come with me, let's go on a walk." Not giving you a chance to protest before grabbing your arm and exiting into the entrance hall. Larissa had heard everything going on, only caring for your safety she followed behind from a safe distance.

"If you do not raise your grades by the end of the year, do not think about coming home ever again!" This made you come to a halt,

"Wednesday is doing much worse than me and you aren't telling this to her! You've always put so much pressure on me, and i've had to move school each time she was expelled." You yell, before running off to your room leaving your mother and Principal Weems whom was shocked. The moment you weren't in earshot of them, she came out from her corner,

"Morticia, I ask you to not talk to Y/N for the rest of the weekend unless she talks first." and with that Larissa makes her way after you, worried for your safety. Leaving your mother in a state of anger.

"Y/N? Dear, I heard everything. Please come out." Your Principal had called through the door and when she got no response, she let herself into your dorm, stopping when she saw your hunched figure by the window.

"Please just leave me alone."

"I don't think leaving you alone would be safe.." she sighed sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You know, back when I was your age I came out to my parents as Bisexual and they disowned me on the spots," She pauses looking down at you. "It hurts doesn't it?"

"Sadly, I think it's more shock. Mom.. she usually just gets angry but this was the first time she's said that." You sniff, how you wish you could be Larissa's daughter instead of hers.

"Let me tell you something, your mother had terrible grades and only just got by." Your eyes widen at this new information, she had always bragged about her 'perfect' grades.

"Really? She always says she got perfect grades!" you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes and leaning into her touch closing your eyes.

"Ha, well that's the biggest lie and I work at a school of teenagers." She looks down at you who was now laying down with your head in her lap, slowly dozing off to the feeling of her playing with your hair.

"I love you mom." you whisper not realising what you said but Larissa heard clearly and she couldn't but smile down at you.

"I love you to daughter."

[m0ss-head]

Content Warning: Talks about eating disorders/disordered eating, just mentions, but I figure it's better to be safe! :]

I saw someone say food is freedom in One Piece, and like. Yeah. Even in this world, food is freedom, isn't it? So allow me to ramble about why One Piece's message, or at least how interept it, is so very important to me.

I think the reason One Piece hits and hurts so hard, for me, is because of how it talks about and what it insinuates about food and loneliness and freedom. The way those who love food have such a freedom to them, the way food brings so many together. I've struggled my entire life with loneliness, then I began to struggle with the freedom to be myself, and then I began to struggle with food. I lost my freedom again, just in a new and confusing way. I have found the freedom to be myself, but I still struggle greatly with food. Honestly, I've relapsed rather hard into my eating disorder lately. A bit before my relapse, I began watching One Piece and I think it didn't register with my how important food is in the OPverse but as I go on I begin to realize it more and more. Luffy's love for food, Luffy's kindness and willingness to give help to the ends of the earth when that food is shared. I think at first I found it a bit odd, but really, it makes sense. These people often struggle under an oppressive government or in deep poverty, and despite that, they are kind enough to share with someone who's hungry. It's almost a way to show that, though they aren't free, they have not lost the free will. And then, after the fight, once these people have gained their freedom, a giant feast the size of which they likely have no indulged on in so long is had. They dance and eat and enjoy each others company and bask in their freedom.

Or when Ace joins the Whitebeard pirates, his last conversation with Marco before officially joining, he is offered a meal despite all he's done. He's felt he was was being backed into a corner, so he snarls and shows his teeth, he shows them his worst. He tries to kill their captain for christ sake! But, still, they offer him food. I think food hold a lot of importantance towards Ace as well.

And, dear God, the thesis I could write on Zeff and Sanji's relationship with food. I could make an entire blog full of different eating disorders/disordered eating habits I headcanon Sanji with. But, I'll condense it a bit. Sanji's self-worth and his relationship with food is a symbolism I will never get over. I'm sure there is a part of him that battles with whether he is deserving of food or not, especially pre-WCI. I imagine Sanji is always the last to eat if he eats at all. A lot of what I have to say with Sanji's relationship with food is not canon or how interept it, so I'll just say. I think after WCI, when he truly has his freedom, he seems lighter. I've not made it all the through, but I think there is a sort of new willingness to allow himself food, from what I've seen and imagined.

I could honestly ramble about it all day and night, One Piece and food and freedom, but I'm at work on my break and I think if I were to go back on the floor sobbing, I may get a concerned look or two. So I figure I should conclude this with:

In One Piece, food is freedom, and everyone deserves freedom so therefore every deserves food. Food brings people together in a way that no other thing really can. I resonate with those ideals in a way that I can not begin to express properly. I wish that knowing that made me feel worthy of food and recovery, I wish knowing and seeing all that made me reach out, but it hasn't yet. So, I hope that one day, I will experience something close to what I imagine Sanji did. Realizing I worthy, beyond just hearing or saying it, but truly and wholeheartedly knowing I am worthy of companionship and food and freedom. I could honestly write a whole thesis on food and One Piece, I might, maybe it will help me truly realize these things, but who knows?

I honestly wish I could find the post again, but it's lost in my likes 😭 I would love to read more posts about it, so if anyone who sees this recalls any posts please tag the author post so I can read it!!! Apartently, "One Piece food symbolism" is too specific/niche a topic for Tumblr search bar to find many posts.

[fakesimp]

Blinded

Warning !

Nah, I don't wanna put anything here, good luck y'all <3

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There he stand before you, laughing along with you, joking around, like you both usually do. Followed with your other male close friend that always sticking around with you two.

The three of you are always together, you and him are so loud while the other one often just on the listening side, getting dragged on your stupid ideas.

Everything was fine, but the rapid beating of your heart makes things complicated and frustrating for you.

You can no longer see him as a friend, yet you are afraid he doesn't see you more than a friend.

Confessing to him will make your friendship in danger, you could lost what you have now just because of a simple 'i like you'.

Each day that pass make you go crazy, you never realize how close you two are until you realize your feelings that's building up inside of you.

His laugh are so contagious, you always ended up smiling whenever some stupid thing happened. The way his eyes twinkle as he laughed, the way he look at you make your mind go on spiral.

And everything that you thought was okay, are shredded down to pieces.

Everything was okay until he mentioned that he finally confessed to the person he liked, and now they're dating.

Your heart is broken, everything sounds deafening for you, you congratulated him despite the pain you felt. He thanked you, he patted your head.

But before he could touch the top of your head you stepped back, making him confused.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice softens as he realized you're now looking down on the ground, hands turn into fists. You slowly knelt down, wiping your tears away.

"..No, I'm not okay" You replied in between your sobs, you look up at him, tears keep on flowing down from the corner of your eyes.

He stood before you, stunned, he crouched down before you, you noticed his hand is reaching out to you. "No-! ..No.. Don't" Your sudden rejection made him stop half way, confused upon your sudden reaction he is now just, crouched before you looking at you worried.

"... I'm too late now aren't I?" You said, making him tilt his head confusedly, "Too late? For what?" He genuinely asked. "...I kept them to myself for too long, until everything crumble before me today." You continued, refusing to elaborate on his question.

You're now sitting on the floor, looking at yourself for one moment before looking up at him, smiling pathetically at yourself, "...I have feelings for you," his eyes widen as he stare at you in silence, ".. I've seen you more as a friend, but as I suspected, I am nothing more than a friend" You said as you let out a shaky sigh.

".. I'm sorry, for liking you.." You apologized and wiped your never ending tears, "....No, I'm sorry for not being able to reciprocate your feelings."

. . .

The day after that, everything goes awkward for you, both of you slowly getting more further away from each other.

You now can only see him in the distance, looking at his lover so lovingly, that you wished you were them.

. . .

"Why won't you notice me?" He looked at you as you walk away, looking at him one last time before completely walking the other way around.

"I have been with you two, yet, you liked him more than me.." he clenched on his bag so tightly, "I've liked you before you realize your feelings for him.." he bit his lips in frustration.

"Why won't you give me a chance....?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Aha, how are you guys doing on the rollercoaster? Good?

[plentyoffandoms]

Day 5: Breeding 🎃

Matt Jackson x f/Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me. @moonsaultmatt

WC: 464

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. (P in v) Cream pie.

"Come on, sweetheart. You can take it." I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, that was already dripping with my cum.

"I can't, Matt." She shook her head no, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. I knew she was overstimulated. We have been going at this for a couple of hours now, but I just need to give her one more load, and then I will leave her alone.

At least until tomorrow, when I will make sure she is full of me.

"I am pretty sure you got me pregnant, Matt." She said as she closed her legs, but I gently placed my hands on her legs and spread her as far as she could go.

"Just one more to make sure." I told her. "Now on your knees, baby." I pulled back and watched as she went on her knees, face against the mattress, her perfect ass in the air.

I slapped both ass cheeks a couple of times, not caring that they were sore from the slaps and pounding, it has taken today.

I gripped her hips and slowly slid into her, my head against my chest as I could feel how close she already was.

"Hang on, babygirl."

The scream that left her mouth as I pounded into her almost had me finishing, and I didn't want this to end. Not yet.

"Matt, Matt, Matt." My name fell from her lips, like she was cock drunk. She always was when I fuck her like this.

"Gonna take my cum and give me a baby aren't you." Wasn't even a question, just a fact.

"Please." She sobbed.

I pulled her head off the mattress and looked into her eyes. "Please, what sweetheart?" I asked her as I slowed down my pace. She didn't answer the question.

"Please, fill you up so you are only dripping of me for days? Okay, Gorgeous, I got you."

I wrapped my arms around her stomach and collapsed on top of her and practically rutted into her. Wanting, no needing to keep my cock inside her. Not wanting to chance me slipping out and spilling all over the mattress and covers.

"Oh fuck. Here it comes. Oh shit."

My mouth was hanging open, and I let out a low groan.

She followed right after me, her back arched, and I could feel her squeezing me.

I pulled back after I caught my breath and watched as some of my cum started to drip out.

I pushed it back in with two fingers.

"Matthew!"

"Shh, no more baby. I'm just making sure no more slips out. Gotta make sure it takes."

"So I can finally sleep?"

"Until the morning, baby. Then I am gonna fuck you again and again."

Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson ● Day 6: Morning Sex - Christian Cage

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[olderthannetfic]

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Firstly, the person you're replying to only describe in-person experiences. Secondly, I've been to two universities in the US as a result of getting a scholarship midway through. At one, I was discouraged from attending the queer club on campus by the head of it, as I wasn't queer, I wasn't "really" aroace, I was just "a late bloomer". She informed me that everyone wants romance and sex sometimes. Aro and ace people want it less, she explained, to my face, standing ten feet from me, but they still want it.

No, it's not "only in online spaces". Queer people who use the queer segments of the internet do not only exist in darkened cellars they never emerge from. Teenagers and young adults go to college. It isn't 1998 anymore, pretending the internet and the physical world have zero overlap and what you read online cannot impact or shape your views is ridiculous.

You know how I know this? At my incredibly liberal university, where I live in a gender-inclusive nearly all queer dorm, not only have I heard two separate conversations at floor events about this where it was repeated by other queer students, including ace people, that ace people have sex and ace people do romance, with NO utterance of the word "sometimes", but today? Today, guys, gals and enbies, this Friday, this very fucking Shabbat, I heard it from a professor.

My Social Stratification professor said that asexuality is "a usually treatable condition" and "doesn't mean someone doesn't have sex, just that they have a low sex drive" and when I said some people don't have sex, she said "therapy can help" and topped it off with, "and of course they still masturbate frequently, so they're really not as different as people like to stereotype them as".

I don't. I don't masturbate, it's not fun for me. I don't long to fuck fictional characters or real people. I don't need therapy. I'm not traumatized. I don't have sex. I don't want romance. I don't find reading about it compelling most of the time, either. I don't need therapy for that, because you go to therapy for things that are negatively impacting my life, and actually?

I am aroace in the "wrong" way, a zero-sex, zero-romance, zero-masturbating person, and I'm happy. I like who I am. I like how I am. I have a good life at my dream university, with good friends, a nice room, roommates I like, a mostly walkable part of town, and I'm working on my dream degree to reach my dream career. I'm not huddled in the corner in the fetal position sobbing about the sex I secretly want or on my bed furiously masturbating to anything. I am not lying about my identity, my experiences, my thoughts or my feelings.

This professor is young, roughly 30. That means it's feasible she's been using tumblr for years, as it was popular during her teenage years, or she has been in the company of people who, via tumblr, Instagram, Amino, etc., have this idea of asexuality. And does that idea stay locked inside a computer somewhere? No, because the person who reads them doesn't. The people who read, internalize as truth and believe shitty online takes also exist in the real world. They have physical bodies they take to physical places and they open their mouth and say things, which are then passed onto other people who exist in the offline world.

"The only thing that [they] are seeing is internet wank" NO! The only thing you are seeing is internet wank, but there is not a mass conspiracy of college students across the USA to lie and say we're experiencing things we aren't, which would be the only explanation for so, so many ace people I know online talking in private on Discord servers, tumblr, in YouTube comments and in person having this same shared experience.

I genuinely don't know how people think no one could possibly have the same bad take offline that they do online. Q-Anon exists. January 6th happened. People get radicalized into beliefs much more absurd than this and act on those beliefs constantly and "no you just need to touch grass" is what you arrived at as a conclusion instead of "sometimes people are wrong"?

Though I say this with love, I mean it when I say that you don't just need to touch grass, you need to hug a whole hay bale.

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[tiredly101]

The past can hurt part 1

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, picture done by @kandavers. Hey peeps, I love the art of this person that I tagged so please show them some love because their drawing style of so cute!

First day of 1974

Wally was walking comfortably with M/n, M/n had been acting more anxious lately which normally happened when he had writer's block.

"Hey, my love" M/n started before trailing off and looking at Wally to then look at the floor which made Wally give him a loving smile and interlock their hands in a reassuring way.

"Well, I was wondering what if... We aren't real and this is a show, like the ones Sally do?" M/n finally asked before looking at Wally who cooed in a playful way while holding M/n's chin lovingly.

"And who would be running the show, hmm?" Wally asked in a playful tone while giving loving smile to M/n who return it in a weak way.

"Well what if it's Home-" M/n started asking before a coughing fit started out of nowhere while unknowingly Home's eyes concentrated on M/n in a angry stare. “Love?” Wally said worried at the sudden coughing fit that M/n started having saying to then his eyes widen when he sees M/n fall on his knees as M/n kept coughing. Wally kneeled down and saw some liquid that looked like black static falling from the corner of M/n’s mouth and M/n slowly looking at him with a saddened smile.

“I love you…,” M/n said softly as the liquid started to fall from his eyes in trade of tears. “Love? What’s going in on?” Wally said while grabbing his face with his hands and M/n smiled while leaning to his touch.

"Don't trust Home... Please don't trust Home... If you love me don't ever trust Home again" M/n said in soft beg while looking up at Wally as sobs and coughs wrecked M/n's body.

“It’s 1974 and I am not a main character which means Home has no use for me, my love...” M/n said softly while looking at Wally with a sad smile. M/n gave a kiss to Wally while crying the same static as it started slowly taking over M/n's eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Wally asked panicked while holding M/n's face in his hands since M/n head lolled to the side. "Don't trust Home and don't forget that I love you" M/n said softly while giving Wally a tender kiss with the softest smile before falling limp in his arms while his skin started to brake apart into ash.

"M/n! What's going on? M/n!" Wally screamed in desperation while hugging himself since M/n was literally carried in the wind.

"What does Home have to do with this?"

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[harrysmimi]

New Student

Synopsis: One where YN bumps into a handsome dude at the party to only know how popular he is later

More of my work | Part Two is up

"Belle, you're coming with me or I'm going to this party myself!" YN told her roommate, who's also become her friend as she unpacked her stuff. She moved her flat with her friend.

"Why do you want to go to this party so bad? Let's stay in," Isabelle said.

"I haven't made any friends here and we don't even have any classes together, hell we aren't even in the same course!" YN whined plopping on her unmade bed face down.

"You're so dramatic," Isabelle laughed.

"You're so not a good friend. Please?"

"Fine we're going to the party, but I have a few errands to run I'll meet you there, send me the location." Isabelle grabbed her phone.

"Okay," YN nodded.

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Everything was louder than YN thought it would be, it was nothing like frat parties she's seen on TV or in movies. It was her first time to a place like this, but it was the best way to make friends she thought.

As soon as she entered the house, her eardrums were brought to edge of bursting, further down the hall was filled with people. A table was surrounded in the corner with screaming and cheering people, other corners were filled with couples making out, or getting to do something which should be usually something private, some heading upstairs for privacy. The backyard seemed pretty chilled so she made her way through sweaty, drunk frats out. There she found two girls from her Accounting class.

Something of nervousness washed over her to even go and talk to them, she have only spoke to them a couple of times in class that was related to studies. YN decided to chicken out and turned out to leave and call Isabelle but she bumped into someone.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she stuttered and tried to leave but that person grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Hey you alright?" His was deep and was carried with a thick accent, his words were laced with nothing but concern.

"Yeah, yeah I am, I am." YN nodded, scared of everything worse to happen to her, her only friend wasn't there too.

"You're all flustered and sweaty, come with me." He pointed out and dragged her to aside where there were barely any people which allowed fresh air to cool her down. She hadn't even realise jer face was all sweaty and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm fine." She looked down all nervous, "Just, just that I'm not, I'm not fond of crowds. I, I, I just want to go."

"Hey, relax okay?" He handed her his solo cup.

"No, I, I don't drink."

"It's just water," he assured her but she has ready way too many articles and seen way too many documentaries where girls are offered drinks with some or many sorts of drugs and sold off.

"No, I, I don't want it." YN freed her hand from his grip and finally looked up at him, she thought her neck would have a sprain as to how tall he really stood in front of her. Think locks of long brown curls were free around his shoulders, the frown in between his brows made his green eyes look a ten times more intimidating. Her heart started palpitating in her chest making it even harder for her to breath.

"Look you're clearly about to have a full blown episode of panic attack," he set his cup down on the grass, "it's okay, it's okay."

"Eve — everything is, is closing on me, I can't, I can't breathe," she managed to sob out in between her gasps.

"Look at me," he grabbed her hand, "I want you point out everything you around yourself, okay, can y'do that for me?"

She looked at him again, he was now stood at a distance from her, "I, I see tree, there, there are people around me, no, no there are people around me!"

"Hey, hey focus on things around you mot people okay?" He assured her. "A tree, what else? C'mon love, I know you can do it."

"I, I see the house, fairy, fairy lights on, on the bushes," her breathing slowly started to steady out.

"You good now, love?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she stuttered, "don't, don't call me that."

"I'm Harry by the way," he introduced himself, "you're alone here?"

"No, no I'm here with my friend," YN said, which wasn't a lie but her friend wasn't there yet, and it was better to say she is not alone than to be taken advantage of.

"Okay, call them up to come and get you." He stood next to her with his arms folded over his chest. She just glanced at him as she pulled out her phone from her dress pocket and called her friends number with stuttering hands.

Harry just couldn't help but notice how pretty she is. He haven't gotten her name yet, but that's okay. He tried to remember where he have seen her mean while he couldn't over her eyes, yes she was crying, but she's got the prettiest eyes even with mascara marks cascading down her full of her cheeks. A pair of big glasses with a dainty frame perched up on the bridge of her nose. A baby pink summer dress with embroidered strawberries covered her small (well, in compare to him) frame, spaghetti straps of her dress did not help covering up her black bra straps.

Now, now Harry try and keep your mind out of the gutter!

She had her hair gathered up into a braid in the back with few pieces of her hair falling on her face. It's still a bit warm.

"No, no please come and get me here," she cried on the phone to her friend which caught his attention, "no, nothing happened. please?" She waited for a beat, "okay, okay." And which that she hung up.

"Is your friend coming to get you?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded stealing a few glances at him. "I, I need to go."

Before he can say anything further she fled the place.

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"Hey it's okay," Isabelle tried to console her friend who was sobbing in her pillow. "I didn't know you would panic like that."

"I know," she just sobbed, "this is why I can't make friends."

"Hey, come on, you have me." Belle said, "now stop crying, I was going to get pizza. You wanna join?"

"I'm not hungry," her voice was muffled by her pillow.

"Come on, love you haven't had your dinner yet. Let's go get something to eat, it's on me." She tried to convince her, "wherever you want to go, we can go to subway. You wanted to try right?"

"I can't order." YN sniffled turning onto her back.

"I can order for you, now come on, wash your face and come out I need to get my things."

"Okay," YN nodded and got out of her bed, washed up her face and took off her makeup which was left after her crying session. Isabelle took her to a pizza place and ordered for her like she said.

"By the way, who was that guy?" She asked.

"I don't know," YN shrugged taking a sip of her coke.

"You didn't even looked at him?" Her friend gasped.

"I was trying to breathe," YN defended herself.

"Mhmm, I'm sure he took your breath away. Was he that beautiful?" Isabelle said but YN just shook her head, "dude you gay something?"

YN giggled, "what? No, I did not look at him but he said his name is Harry."

"Harry?"

"Yeah, what's there to be so shocked about?" YN picked up her first pizza slice.

"Lemme ask the follow up questions." Isabelle gulped down her pizza, "was he tall?"

"I'm short so everyone is tall for me, so yeah."

"Did he hand long hair?"

"I'm pretty sure, yeah," YN nodded.

"Bitch you bumped into Harry Styles, and helped you through your panic attack? Amd offered you water?" YN knew her friend is dramatic, but she didn't know she was that dramatic. "Oh my god, I would have happily accepted poison from him."

"That's not right Belle!" YN smacked her arm, "what's with him?"

"He is our senior, most popular one on the campus." Isabelle said, "I cliche playboy, but he's so fucking genius, he is in your course but two years ahead of you."

"That's nice, he will get out of the campus this year." YN sighed of relief.

"What? That's rude to say, and he plays soccer, or I should say Football, he's from Manchester close by to where your dad lives."

"My dad lives in London." YN corrected her. "You know that,you lived next door to him."

"Yeah it's like five hour drive from there, but hear me out, he does not go around talking to anyone unless he wants to sleep with them." Isabelle ended her rant.

"But I bumped into him," YN said, "he did mot approach me, but he did pulled me to a side and helped me whilst I was having a panic attack, as you label it."

"Oh my god, he's got a crush on you. Definitely!" Isabelle gasped in her own concluded assumption, "if didn't had boyfriend, I would be so jealous of you."

YN scoffed, "I don't want that, I'm just here to study."

"Right," Isabelle rolled her eyes.

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It was Monday morning, YN was waiting for her accounting professor to dismiss the class as she was getting late for work. She worked on campus at the college canteen and to be fair her boss was a bitch. She always sat closest to the door so she can flee the place as fast as she could. Amd that's what she did. Speed walking she bumped into someone again, dropped her book and pencil pouch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she bent down to pick up her stuff.

"You always keep bumping into people?" She heard very familiar voice which caught her attention making her look up at him.

"No," she shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards canteen.

"Then I'm just going to assume you don't look where you're going." He said earning a panicked death glare from her. "Just want you to be safe, love."

"Don't call me that, and, and leave me alone." She speed walked away from him. Her shift was just three hours a day, which went by very fast. Just when she was about to go to the back and head for her last class she was approached by another customer which was Isabelle.

"Hiya love," she said, "I need a coffee so bad!"

"One coffee coming right up," YN smiled, got her friend her coffee and her friend cookie. "It's on me."

"No lemme pay," Isabelle fished out her card.

"You got me pizza last night," YN stopped her.

"Okay, you done for the day?" She asked.

"Yeah, I've got another lecture to attend then I'm done." YN said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the library, I have to get this report done by midnight."

"Yeah," YN nodded and watched her friend just to be approached by another customer. It was that Harry guy.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked. Usually she would introduce herself and make a sma talk but she did mot wanted to talk to him.

"Hiya, darling," he smiled. "I'll get a plain black coffee please," he said.

"Anything else?"

"The cookie you gave your friend." He shrugged and handed his card to her.

"Okay," she nodded and made his order real quick, she watched him put a five dollar bill in the tip jar before leaving.

After her last class, YN went to library to see her friend.

"I will take an hour more to complete this YN, but you can go back if you want." Isabelle said.

"No, I, I need to use one of the computer here too, I'll be done by the time you are." YN assured her friend.

She sat down at one of the library computer and did her work for one of her assignment and submitted it, printed one out to submit it the next day. It all took her not more than half and hour and her friend was still not done so she waited.

"Why don't you ask your dad to get you a computer?" Isabelle asked, "he pays for your tuition anyway."

"He does not, I got scholarship." YN corrected her, "he just paid for three months of my rent."

"Again, he should at least get you laptop. It wouldn't cost him much of what he spends on your half siblings." She rolled her eyes.

"I, I did ask him, he said he will send me some money to buy one." YN shrugged, "I don't like to bother him much."

"Come on, I've lived next door to your dad my whole life, his kids are little monsters. Like real demons, have you seen your fifteen year old half sister? She doesn't go out without anything Gucci?"

"It's okay with me," YN said, "they bother him doesn't mean I should too, you know?"

"Uh-huh, I do," Isabelle shook her head.

"I can get my work done just fine with the library computer." YN shrugged making an excuse, knowing very well that those computers are like four year old and need an upgrade real bad. And she is saving up to get one herself, it's nust that most her salary is eaten up by rent and food costs. "You want pasta for dinner?"

"If you're making, then I'm never going to turn down your desi version of pasta." Isabelle agreed.

YN laughed, "okay then I'll make my desi version of pasta."

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"Hello love," Harry greeted his unnamed friend who was coming out of her class all happy and bubbly looking in her phone. Her happiness quickly washed away looking up at him. "Good morning to you too," he smiled looking at her now grumpy face.

It's been about a month, Harry have figured she have her third lecture the same time as his. She would be the first, or at least few of the firsts to leave the lecture hall. He finds her very intriguing as she tried her best to avoid him. Today he headed to his next class.

"So, where are you with that girl?" Kacy asked.

"Which girl?" Harry said, eating his lunch.

"That girl you talk to every other day on the after your third lecture." Kacy helped his point out what she was actually talking about.

"Yeah, is she hard to get or something? You've never tried to talk anyone up like that," Niall said, stole from his girlfriend's lunch.

"Why would talk about her like that?" Harry shot him a deadpan look.

"Oh come on, she hardly talks to anyone, she's no one, she isn't even that great with studies." Beatrice said who was sat next to Harry. "She's in my accounting class, she never talks to anyone."

"She is very pretty I'm not going to lie," Kacy commented, Harry was trying hard not let his smile reach up to his face thinking right about what his friend said.

"Why don't you go talk to her then? Maybe she's gay too and would want to go out with someone like you?" Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"That's rude, Trice," Louis deadpanned, "you're talking about my sister here."

"Whatever," she rolled her wyes again.

"I'm done," Harry grabbed his things and stood up to leave. Beatrice found the opportunity and followed after him leaving her half eaten lunch on the table there. He wasn't feeling to attend his last lecture which wasn't that important either so he decided to head back to his flat.

"But, Belle, I was thinking to go today, I needed it to complete my assignment it's due midnight." He heard soft voice from the corner of the exit, "okay, I'll go to the library then, you take care of him, and call me if you, you need anything. No it's okay, it's okay we can go tomorrow yeah."

"Careful," Harry said when she almost bumped into him, yet again on her way to library like she said. His heart melted seeing her teary eyes, "you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded and tried to leave from the other side but he stopped her. "I have to go, can, can you please move?"

"Harry, wait!"

Harry sighed hearing his friend, "you're going to library right? Come with me then." He grabbed her hand lacing his fingers through hers and started walking out, on way to the longer route to library.

"I, I want to go to the library." She said, trying to free her hand from his gentle grip.

"We're going to library." He said and kept walking.

YN was quite surprised to learn another route to library but it was from back and all the computers were up front. Library was quite crowded today.

"You want to sit here?" Harry asked.

"No, I, I want to use computer." She answered, "I, I'll go there."

"You don't computer?" He asked, confused how she doesn't have her own computer. She just nodded in no. "Come on, have a seat you can use mine." He dropped her hand pulled out a chair for her.

"No, it's fine, thank you." She shook her head taking advantage of his hand not having a hold of her she stepped back.

"Those computers are like century old, this will be faster," he tried to convince her. He was right, that computer takes about a minute and half to load every little action and she needed to make a twenty five slide presentation in detail because she doesn't have to present it in class as it was a last minute thing assigned by her professor. Even Isabelle would have offered her, her laptop.

"Okay, thank you," she nodded and took up on his offer. Harry pulled out his MacBook and sat next to her.

"What you want to do?" He asked.

"I, I want to make a presentation." She shared, "I, I don't know how to use this." She have never used MacBook and the computers on campus run on windows.

"It's the same as the other computers." Harry said. "I'll help you if you need any."

"Oh, okay." She nodded again. She realised it was name thing it just looked a bit different with dark mode turned on. Harry watched as she pulled out her book with her entire assignment planned out, slide by slide, all she needed to do was type it out.

"I never got to ask your name by the way," Harry spoke his voice hushed, his elbow rested on the desk with his chin planted on the heel of his palm.

"YN," she said.

Finally, he's got a name to put to those pretty eyes of her.

"Why have you been avoiding me YN?" He asked, tried to keep up a conversation because he's got nothing to do, but all he got was just a simple shrug of her shoulders from YN. Harry sat there in silence and watched her complete her assignment, he didn't know what else to say.

His friends are right when they say he's bad at this stuff. Harry found relationships pretty distracting, all it was that he didn't know how to go through with stuff and be with someone. So he just always stuck to participating in hookup cultures where his friends were all in long term relationships. He'd hate to admit it but he really left out.

Through his two years of flirting and sleeping around with people, he's quite polished his flirting skill, but he didn't wanted to flirt with her. He doubts she would even know what flirting is, but never judge a book by it's cover, right? He would somehow try and figure out how to go ask someone on a proper date, or even try to take up many of offers from people who ask him out but with his playboy persona (who he have no one to blame but himself) it was a bit difficult. Not a bit, but really difficult.

"You're in first year right?" He asked, finally being proud of himself for thinking of something to talk about.

"Mhmm," she glanced at him once before she got to her work. "Thank you for helping me the other day."

"Mhmm," he nodded, happy that she's finally talking.

"Thank you for letting me use your laptop," she said after a beat.

"Have you got a list of thank yous?" He chuckled softly, she looked at him again and shook her head. "Aren't you friends with Beatrice?"

"I haven't got any friends yet." YN shrugged, "I just know Isabelle, that too because she lived next door to by dad before her and I moved here."

"Mhmm, I see," he sighed, "if you need any help you can ask me, yeah?"

"Thank you." She smiled, "I'm done with my assignment, can you please email it to me?"

"Sure," he emailed the file to him. "You should have submitted it as well."

"I will do that when I get back home with my phone." She said, "thank you again, you let me use your laptop even though you don't know me."

"Now I do." He smiled, his dimples denting deep in his cheeks. She just smiled and looked back her her notes tucking her loose hair behind her ear and packed her things back in her bag. He walked offered her out to the campus gate.

"Thank you again for letting me use your laptop," YN said, trying to keep up with his fast pace of walking, "I, I was going to get one today but my friend, she, she got to go see her boyfriend last minute as he got into accident."

"Really? Is he fine now?"

"I don't know," she shrugged clutching onto her tote tightly, "I really needed to complete that project today itself, thank you so much."

"You're so welcome, love, now stop thanking me." He chuckled.

"Yeah, okay," she nodded and looked down, "I, I should go now."

"Yeah, see ya around." He said. YN headed to the same direction he was going towards which caught him off guard, "you following me?" She paused and looked at him, a little scared and taken back.

"No, my flat is this way," she defended himself.

"I'm just playing," he chuckled, "want to walk together?" She just nodded.

Harry noticed she was out of breath, clutching onto her bag like her life depends on it trying to keep up with him so he slowed down his pace.

"I really like your bag by the way, where did you get it from?"

"My Dadi, I mean my grandma crocheted it for me." She shared, happily and proud. It was just a simple being tote bag with her initial on it, a teddy bear charm hung on one of the handles.

"I want one too, if she can make it for me." He requested, and watched her smile fade away in instance, "I'm sorry if that was too forward of me."

"No, no it's okay, you don't know." She shook her head, "she passed. Not to long ago."

"I'm sorry," he left bad.

"But she would have made one for you too," she assured him sniffling onto her tears which were coward enough to not leave her eyes this time.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "tell me about her."

Harry wouldn't lie he really enjoyed hearing her talk—or rant one can say—about how amazing her grandma was. He couldn't help but notice her flinch on every small noise distrubance on the street, especially fast cars and motorcycles passing by on the road. He subtly moved closer to the side closest to the street, she looked anxious of every little thing around her and that made his heart hurt. She stopped by building.

"Thank you walking me home," she said.

"You live here?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I live here too," he couldn't believe it, "I never saw you leaving or coming back."

"Isabelle and I moved here not even a month and half ago." YN shared. "Maybe that's why you didn't see us around."

"Mhmm I see, you live on the fourth floor?" He pushed the lift button.

"How do you know?" She seemed genuinely confused and shocked.

"Just a wild lil' guess," he shrugged, trying to hold back his laugh seeing her amusement, he stepped on the entrance of the lift so it won't shut and waited for YN to get in, he followed her right after. Watched her press number four he just stood there seeing her realise how his wild lil' guess was so accurate, she just chose to not acknowledge it.

"You want to go get coffee sometime?" He asked, finally, though it took everything in him to gather every mili gram of courage. She glanced up at him, a tiny bit confused.

"I don't drink coffee," she shook her head and looked ahead, watching the number on the digital screen go from two to three. "But thank you for offering."

He chuckled, "my pleasure," is all he could say.

He'd never found a rejection that adorable though.

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It's been a good couple of weeks, or even a little couple of weeks. YN was seeing herself improve in her weak subjects really, her assignments were being submitted on time, she did not had to waste twice of time now on library computers. Like Isabelle had promised, she had gone to get a laptop with YN.

As for Harry, Isabelle have been on YN's nerves as she saw him walk her home the other day, asking all sorts of questions. She was enjoying it because she's got a personal beef with Beatrice who is trying her best to get with Harry from day one.

Isabelle was hanging out with YN in her balcony as both of them had their study session together, whilst her best friend gossiped about her family drama and she just listened. It was a secret that balcony next to hers was Harry's to her friend, well it was until Isabelle gasped her soul out, started slapping her friends knee.

"What?" YN whined looking up from her notes.

"Hello Harry," Isabelle smiled.

"Hello Isabelle," Harry smiled back, he rested his coffee mug on the small table on his balcony, he walked over to the closest side to YN's to lean over the railing. "Hello love." He greeted YN.

"Hi," YN looked at him over her shoulder. Just as Harry was about to start a conversation his phone started ringing in his room so he had to excuse himself.

"'Ello love," Isabelle teased, "he likes you, doesn't he? Have he asked you out yet? Have you two made out yet?"

"Oh my god, calm down Belle!" YN exclaimed, "no, no, that's not happening."

"Why? He's good looking, isn't like we thought he is, in fact he's very sweet and humble, you know how many girls would die to date him?" Isabelle laid out all the reason, "he walks home with you everyday, lives next door, if I were you I'd shoot my shot."

"No, no, I can't do that." YN shook her head and picked up her pen she just dropped.

"What's wrong with that?" Her friend pushed, "it's okay to date, you said he asked if you wanted to get coffee with him and you said you don't drink coffee? Yeah, he was asking you out."

"He was just being nice," YN sighed in denial and continued her work. "It's looked down upon where I'm from if a girl is going out with a guy, and he's white. My aunty would bury me alive."

"Babe, she kicked you out, you grandma was trying to marry you to your cousin, that's not normal." Isabelle said.

"I know, but I don't find it is right."

"You're gonna die single." Her friend rolled her eyes.

"I won't, I'll marry someone my dad chooses."

"It's not 1850s, arrange marriages isn't a thing anymore," Isabelle exclaimed, "you cannot marry a guy blindly your dad chooses for you!"

"Not blindly," YN shrugged confusedly.

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Winter was coming closer, which meant Christmas holiday was coming closer and she was so excited to spend that time back home with her dad. She was getting her work as fast as she could so she could leave the day her vacation starts.

Now she was just four when her dad had taken her back to India so she can live with her grandma and uncles as her step mother met every stereotypes of a step mother and did not wanted her there. It's not like her dad did not love her, he called her everyday and talked to her for however long she wanted, but that however long became an hour a day, and that hour a day became every other day, that every other day became once a week and that once a week become once a month to once every other month.

Her aunties were abusive of her, she never got to go to nice schools like all her cousins did, she never got to wear nice clothes like other kids even though her dad never wanted her to feel that way, he sent her many, many presents but her cousins were to hog all of that, when she started highschool her dad sent her two phones which was also hogged by her cousins. She never got to go out and play with the kids in her neighbourhood her aunties made her help them in house. All she did was tried her best to study without anyone's help and spend her time with her grandma who was the only person nice to her.

Yeah, it was sap story, she knows that. That's why she doesn't like to talk about it, especially when her dad had got her out of that house, now she's going to college in one of the most prestigious university.

Though her dad never believed her and thought she was lying just for him to take her back to London with him when she'd cry over phone to him, it was never too late to realise she wasn't.

Today she was alone at home, getting last of assignment sorted and looking for cheapest flights to London when she got a call from her dad she was waiting for.

"Hello, Baba?" She answered, and talked to him for long time. Her step mother never let him talk to her so he was calling her whilst he was on his night walk alone.

She shared really special bond with her father from the very first day, maybe because that's all she knew? She never knew her mum though. Up until she was four, it was her and her dad, but he met his now wife and everything did 180 for her. But she still loves her dad.

"No, I'm did eat my dinner yet," she shared with her dad when he enquired that.

"Why not beta, you have to eat so you have energy to study, right? Are you taking care of yourself right?" He said.

"I know, I know, I'm taking care of myself. I, I was just getting my work done before I come and see you for holidays?" She finally brought up the topic which made her forget she's a human and she needs to eat. The line on the other side went deal silent, "Hello, Baba you there?"

"Yes, uhhh, you, you don't have to come see me." Her dad stuttered, "I will come there to see you myself."

"When? Are you coming this holiday? I have my days off from two days!" She got excited.

"Not this time, but next time, yeah?" He tried to be as convincing as he could but she wasn't convinced, not even a tiny bit, "I'm, I'm going on a vacation with my family and as soon as I'm done there I'll straight be heading to States to come see you, okay?"

She tried to hold back her tears as they'd show through her voice, taking a deep breath a long pause, "okay. I, I need to go now, I'll talk to you later." With that she hung up on him.

Isn't she his family too? Why wouldn't he take her with him?

She's going to be all alone for whole month, Isabelle is going to her Boyfriend's parents' home this time. She has got to friends here except of her. Though she doesn't celebrate Christmas but she really looked forward to the holidays, her dad got her many presents just so she doesn't felt left out with all her friends who celebrated the holiday, they went out to have dinner to her choice of restaurant. She was just four but she remembered it all, that's what she got something happy to remember. She remembered they watched Matilda the year before he took her to live with her grandma. YN didn't realise she was sobbing, loudly with her head in her palm of her hands until she heard a familiar voice call for her.

"Hey YN, what's wrong love?" She looked up to find a concerned Harry stood in his balcony, he was in his Payjama still, grey sweats and a loose black Tshirt covered his form.

"I, I am good," she mumbled standing up and rushing inside her room, she forgot to close the door to her balcony as she wanted her room to be dark so she turned back around go shut it but she was shocked to see Harry there. "How—how did you get here?" She asked, scared thinking all the possibilities of how he might've got in.

"Doesn't matter," he dismissed her question, "what's wrong lovie, why are you crying so badly?"

"What—what's wrong? Nothing's wrong. I'm, I'm mot crying." She wiped her face with the sleeves of her jumper. Harry just sighed at her failed attempt of lying. He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand and made her sit ok the edge of her bed whilst he crouched in front of her.

"I know we aren't that good of friends. Yet. That doesn't mean you can't share anything with me, yeah?" His tone was soft yet there was usual rasp to his voice, he hand both their hands clasped together in her lap, "you want to talk about it?" She just looked down at their hands in her lap sniffling and shook her head in no. He'd never push her to her limits so he stopped there.

Few strands of hair fell onto her face, he carefully reached out to tuck those pieces of hair behind her ear, she flinched, tilting her head to her shoulder. "What's wrong love? It's just me." He assured her taking his hand back. "You want to talk about something else?" He suggested.

"No."

In about five months of knowing her it wasn't hard for Harry to come to terms that every little thing made her cry, it might be something happy or something sad, which isn't wrong. Especially if she's upset or sad. He hated to see tears in her eyes. He have no idea how to make her stop crying either, he just sat there watching her cry and sniffle.

"You did mot just climbed into my balcony from yours!" She panicked all of a sudden. "You could have hurt yourself or, or worse, you could have fallen down, for gods sake we-we live on fourth floor Harry!" She scolded once it hit her how he must have gotten in, again.

"Yeah, that was bad decision I made, but nothing happened." He made an excuse after admitting. He took a pause, "Mitch and I were going out to get dinner, come with us."

"I'm not, I'm mot hungry. Thank you." She shook her head.

"I'm not asking," he stood up to leave, "leaving by the main door." He padded down to the door of her bedroom, but stopped, "fifteen minutes." With that he walked out barefoot back to his flat, through the door this time not the balcony.

The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Mitch was a good friend of Harry's who got along with her very good. She wasn't expecting to go out of her room let alone go get dinner with her neighbour dudes, one of who is her college mate. Mitch had to go get his girlfriend from the airport so he left earlier than he planned to leave, Harry took the full advantage of the time and drove YN to a nice cafe so they have hot chocolate— he remembered she doesn't drink coffee.

"I'm sorry about getting into your flat— I mean appartment like that earlier." He spoke, setting her cup of hot chocolate right in front of her.

"I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself though." She said, "and you don't need to correct yourself, I'm technically British."

"I see," he smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks, "we've become really good friends recently, haven't we?" He pondered, looking at her sip her cup full of warm chocolaty goodness. It was quite an adorable sight seeing her glasses fog up when she blew at her hot drink.

"I know," she smiled and took off her fogged up glasses and set her cup down, "I thought I would never be able to make any friends here, given I've already finished my first term. And I don't know..."

"Why did you think that? You made friends with me." He was quite surprised.

"I didn't, you did." She corrected him, "I just don't know, I don't like to go up to people and start a conversation. I'm not very good at it. I know Isabelle from London she lived next door to my dad with her parents, we applied at same colleges and we got accepted here so I moved with her."

He nodded acknowledging everything she said, "I'm surprised you haven't picked up on accent if you're from London."

"I Never got to, I lived my grandmother from when I was four." She shared, just a tiny bit, "so I haven't got the chance to. How did you and Mitch meet?"

"He works at my dad's company here in New York." Harry shared, "been living with him for about three years now."

"Oh, that's nice." YN nodded. "He's very nice person."

"Isn't he?" Harry exclaimed, "you know what he's even an excellent guitar player, and I've been telling him that..." and he went on and on about one of his best friend.

By the end of his rant, they had two empty cups of which earlier contained hot chocolate he was quite surprised how patient she was with his slow talking, most people found him annoying, hell even his own sister found him annoying sometimes. But she looked tired and it was quarter past ten, the cafe was about to be closed anyway. He paid for the drink and they headed out.

"You look tired, sorry for keeping you out this late." Harry said.

"It's okay, it's just a little later than my bed time." She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to keep herself warm and probably tried her best not to yawn.

"Why were you crying earlier?" He asked just because it had been bugging him all evening okay!

"It was nothing. I thought I'd go back to my dad this vacation but he's going somewhere with his family, I mean my step mother and siblings." She shared, "I was a little upset but it's okay. He said he'll come see me next vacation," she said that more to herself than saying with the purpose of sharing with Harry.

"So you're not going home either?" Is what he enquired.

"Nope," she shook her head, "why?"

"I'm not either, I have my mum and dad come over this time. It's actually with my dad having some work here and mum is just coming to see me for two days then she'll be off with her own friends to New York City." He explained, " even Mitch is going to see Sarah's parents this time around. He's been shitting his pants thinking about it." YN just laughed at that.

"Sarah doesn't live here?" She enquired.

"Oh no, she's from Brighton, she's a drummer so she travels quite alot she's got a gig tomorrow after that she'll be taking my best friend with her." Harry explained. "Anyway, what do you think about ice skating?"

"I— I don't know, I've never been ice skating." She said, and he just nodded. They walked in silence for a quite a bit, Mitch had taken his car so they had no other option than to walk twenty minutes.

Just when he was about to comment something on the conversation, a drunk bastard who was coming down the pavement bumped into YN.

"Oi, look where you are walking twat!" Harry pulled YN closer to him and kept walking. "It's Christmas eve tomorrow, what are your plans?"

"Nothing," she said. "I have to go to work tomorrow in morning. Why?"

"I was going to bake my mum's ginger bread cookies, thought you'd want to join." He shared.

"You know how to bake?" YN was surprised.

"I worked at a bakery for two years." He bragged, proudly. "What you don't believe me? I'm actually an excellent Baker, if I weren't to take over after my dad in his business I'd start my own bakery."

"Mhmm," YN chuckled.

"You still don't believe me?" He squinted his eyes at her, "you're coming over tomorrow and watch me bake, maybe get the best ginger bread cookies in the world to eat."

"Okay," she nodded still mot believing him.

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Harry had gotten out all the ingredients to make his cookies, he was really adamant to prove he can make best cookies, he wanted to bake with her. He'd already gotten to make some when his mum came over but left in evening to go out with her friends. He just couldn't deny his mum when she offered to assist him.

This morning Isabelle had invited him and Mitch over to give them presents she got both of them and have morning tea and coffee before she had to leave. Harry had really made two more good friends apart from Mitch over past few months he is very grateful for.

But he found their Christmas tree set up very adorable, it was a small fake tree which he was sure isn't taller than a half a foot with with dainty lights all around it and some DIY fake presents underneath it is to make it appear like a real deal was kept on their coffee table. It was creative and adorable he found, of course because it was YN's idea as her and her best friend couldn't afford to get a decent sized tree. It was a fake tree Isabelle found at wallmart for very cheap and YN made mini fake presents to keep under it with some things she had laying around.

He was just waiting around when he heard some noise from next door, it was definitely YN but he was curious to see what she was doing and he's nosy he went out check on her to find her struggling to get a butt ton of delivery boxes inside.

"Oh god!" She mumbled falling down on her bum trying to lift a box which was half her size.

"Hey, you alright?" Harry chuckled.

"Not funny," she huffed getting up.

"You went ham on online shopping, huh?" He picked up the box she was struggling to get inside. She picked up the few smaller boxes.

"I did not order these," she was out of breath carrying what looked like a TV inside and keeping it on the sofa when her phone chimed in her bag, she dug it out after she was done getting all the stuff in. It was a text from her dad apologising for being able to go see her and promise of doing just that the first thing after New year's, these were just presents and stuff she had casually mentioned to him that he'd sent her.

"A mini fucking fridge!" She exclaimed taking Harry by surprise, he never expected her to be kind one to cuss.

She remembered that Isabelle and YN are getting another roommate, they have an extra room so they need both need their separate mini fridges to keep their food in because the mew girl is a nightmare but she pays her bills and rent on time. It was going to be very new getting groceries for only herself as her and her best friend got groceries together every week and shared with no problems at all.

"You've really gotten jnto Christmas spirit here, huh?" Harry chuckled seeing her so happy all of a sudden. After a short break of breather and removing every item from it's brown box, Harry helped her carry everything to her room. Luckily he haven't got the cookies in the oven yet. He watched as she placed every thing as she wants on it's place so she take her time to arrange everything whenever she wants. She placed the TV on her dresser, to set it up later.

"You want me to help you set that up?" He asked.

"It's fine, I'll do that later." She declined politely.

"You were struggling to lift that box up," he shook his head, "lemme help ya." He picked up the box with his one bare hand which she was struggling to lift up with both hands, given the fact LED TVs are fairly very lightweight. She looked at him embarrassedly as he set up her new TV.

"Oh, you want to watch The Office? I found it on Netflix last night and it's hilarious!" She shared excitedly.

"Never heard of that show, yeah I'll watch it with you," he nodded, lying, he knows the entire series from first word to the last. He was just surprised to see she had just found that show. "I'll bring the cookies."

"You baked them already?" Her eyes rounded out immediately, the emotion of upset laced with her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry love, mum came over so we baked together." He explained, "I'll bring them anyway, yeah? We can bake some sugar cookies tomorrow." With that he rushed over to his flat and brought all the cookies (red velvet, chocolate chip and ginger bread) he's made with his mum. By the time he was over she had put on the show on the TV. She was already on season 2, Episode 13 where Jim let's Michael take him on an very uncomfortable lunch at Hooters just so he doesn't tell his crush about his feelings.

"You did not make these," she loomed at him with squinty suspicious eyes looking at the cooking.

"I told you we're baking more cookies darlin'," he kept the Tupperware containers on her bed and made himself comfy by the headboard of her large twin sized bed.

Her room really screamed her personality to him, quiet and pretty. There was nothing much in her room, excluding the stuff she received today, a dark study table with a desk book shelf with her stuff arranged nicely on it, above it was a cork board witch jute strings tied around the width of it, few film pictures hung there with helf of coloured baby clips and a couple of certificates pined on it. On the left was an empty area where her laundry basket sat and next to that was her beige dresser. Her bed was soft, with cotton sheets printed with 3D looking flowers, and her chocolate brown duvet, twi bed side tables with ransoms jewellery kept in a dish, her closet with mirror doors.

Right in front of him she sat in her very worn out looking blue zip up jerkin which would literally gobble up her small form if it was a living object, especially with the hood on, he's seen her wear it around all the house (or mainly when he'd meet her on their respective balconies) all the time since it has started getting cold.

"You like 'em?" He asked watching her take a bite of the chocolate chip cookie.

"They're good," she nodded. "You're mum is amazing."

"Oh for god's sake," he breathed out a laugh, "I'll tell her about you praising her cookies."

They both finished the entire rest of the season in next three and half hours. It was nearly midnight and Harry was feeling jittery wanting to blurt out his feelings to her so bad.

"Hey YN?" He started, cleared his throat.

"Hmm?" She turned to him.

"I wanted to tell you something," he started. Her looking at him with all her attention made him a bit nervous.

"What?" She giggled finding his nervous fave funny.

"I'd probably ruin our friendship with this but urmm," he took a short moment, "I really like you, a lot actually. Like more than a friend. Just wanted to get this out of my chest, it's okay and I hope it doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the same."

If Isabelle would be present there that moment, she'd be laughing her butt off bragging how right she was. That's that, but YN's been especially taken back by him really confessing his feelings for her like that. He's nice to her. Like very nice to her unlike other people who are in her life other than her dad and Isabelle.

She knew she'd got this issue—which she doesn't know jf it's good or bad—of attachment with every person who's nice to her. All of them have betrayed her, especially her friends growing up. Hell even her own father betrayed her leaving her back with her cruel aunties and uncles who'd abuse her mentally and emotionally, but he'd made up for it or at least trying to make up to her. It scared her to get to know people around her, even the thought of loosing her best friend, Isabelle scares her and Harry talking about having romantic feelings for her.

It was so new to her to feel that way. She did enjoyed every moment with him, he'd stay with her at the library after classes and wait for her finish up her projects or help her out in subjects she's not confident in. The other day he even stood upto her when Beatrice was talking shit about her. He'd taken her to see his other friends for the first time that day, whilst everyone was nice Beatrice wasn't having a good time around her. These were just two of many examples why he's third person (other being her dad and Isabelle) she feels safe to be around.

He is special to her, like how she remembers her grandma telling her about different relationships she's have with people around her. Her grandma was special to her in a different way, her dad is special one to her in a different way, Isabelle is special to her in a different way now so is Harry. But quite more specific than Isabelle is. She's had a fare shares of staring at him when he's speaking noticing the way his mouth moved with every syllable he spoke, or randomly giving him a coffee for free at the college canteen even though it would maybe get her in trouble. She'd even given deep thoughts to Isabelle's fire round of questions the first time Harry walked her home. He'd flirt with her subtly all chances he got but he knows his limits of course, even if he's in from of his friends or even her own best friend. Isabelle was kind enough to let the oblivious YN know he's flirting with her all the chances he get, since then his remarks haven't failed to make blood rush through her veins to her face. Did she really imagined going out with him, and maybe, just a tiny maybe kissing him, being with him like other people are with their person? Well, maybe...

It was so overwhelming that her vision started to blur up, tears pooled up in her eyes, which scared Harry.

"Hey, hey I'm really sorry if I said something that made you upset. Please don't cry love!" He cooed, his voice soft as he scooted closer to her and reached for her sweater paw, for the first time she did not flinched by his gesture of holding her hand like that. "I'm so, so sorry."

"No, no, it's—" she sucked in a breath before admitting, "—it's just overwhelming." He opted to wait for her speak up on her own without him having to dig out what was going on in her mind.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know." She shrugged, "no one's every said that to me."

He didn't meant to shame her but he couldn't help the soft giggle which escape his lips, "you're crying 'cause I said I like you a lot? Well, that's the truth, you don't have to 'cause I don't mind saying it for however many times. only if you want me to."

She nodded and proceeded to boldly say, "I, I like you too." Her sniffles made him crack another smile.

"Yeah? Then why did you turn down me asking you out on date the first time?" He enquired, just to tease her in attempt to make her smile at least. Her eyes welled up with tears again.

"You were really asking me out on a date?" She mumbled in hushed voice, feeling guilty.

"Yeah," he said, "you want to still go out with me?"

"Mhmm," she jerkingly nodded her head.

"You're cute," he giggled and booped the tip of her nose before he proceeded to wipe her tears, "no more crying okay?"

"Okay," she nodded again.

"Think you should go to sleep then, yeah?" He suggested, "we'll bake more cookies tomorrow and go out, how does that sound, hm?"

"Good," she nodded in agreement and walked him to the door.

"Lock the door okay?" He said, "no actually shut the door and lock it, I'm not leaving until then."

The other day Isabelle was coming home late and YN had forgotten to lock the door, luckily nothing bad happened but it terrified Isabelle and even Harry when YN ranted to him all upset that her best friend was mad at her for such a small thing.

"No that's rude!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"No that's not!" He mocked her tone jokingly.

And she shut the door on his face, there you go Harry got what you fucking wanted!

He sighed and knocked on her door, "hey YN, open the door." He didn't hear anything, "please open the door love?"

"What do you want?" She opened the door back up annoyed clearly.

"What got you upset lile that?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I don't like it when someone mocks the way I talk, I—I have been made feel bad about it growing up. Sorry, I didn't meant to lash out like that."

"Can you delete the word sorry from you vocabulary for once? I'm sorry for making you upset, okay? That won't ever happen again." He cooed, "you want to talk about it?"

"Not now," she shook her head, grabbing onto the door knob.

"You know I was trying to get to stay for longer, but okay," he let out a long sad breath, his shoulders deflated. He is being dramatic and she knows.

"Harry!"

"YN," he leaned in closer, his eyes set on her.

"You're mocking me again," she pointed out.

"I'm not, I'm just admiring this pretty little face in front of me so I can dream of it tonight," Harry whispered. He noticed how her cheeks flushed in instant, how she licked her lips in nervousness and pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

God no!

He tries his best to just not kiss her oh-so-kissable lips, because that's extremely very wrong if she's not consenting and also he didn't wanted to come out at creepy.

"You want anything, Harry?" She asked grabbing his attention back.

"I dunno if I should ask jist yet," he said, a slight pout to his lips as he stared at her with puppy eyes. How can he look intimidating yet so adorable at the same time?

"Why so?" She asked confusedly, releasing the grip on the door knob just a bit to open the door slightly wider.

"I'll ask tomorrow, maybe, good night YN."

"Good night." She smiled. He took a step back and she closed the door and locked it knowing he won't budge from his place.

Guess he'll just to wait longer for the kiss after all.

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N O T E :

1. I'm sorry for a very late off schedule update, I've had my exams going on plus a very bad writers block.

2. Please do leave a feedback of how you like this one.

3. Sorry if this one sucked, it was written in semi hurry and had to cut it short so if you want to see more of this couple please do let me know. Also requests for any other troops are open, you can request for anything.

4. I'm so excited to see My Policeman!!!

[nkogneatho]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

#𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈

—cw: gn!reader, angst, nightmares, mentions of death, major spoilers, not proofread

—A/n: I need to call my therapist.

#m.list #taglist #jjk car sex series #ko-fi

03:52 am.

You don't remember how your overthinking brought you here. Your lashes felt heavy, the tears won't stop. Aki woke up to the sound of your hiccups. He looked around to confirm where it was coming from. Then his eyes lingered where you were, your hands trying to supress the noise but failing. Even though it was dark, the moon emitted enough light for him to notice the water pearls in your eyes. He didn't turn on the lamp in panic.

He calmly shifted his composure to you, cradling your cheeks he asked, "Baby? What's wrong? Bad dream?" You turned around to apologize for waking him up. But you just nodded in a yes.

"I—I saw that you—*hiccups*—that you were...killed by D-denji," you sobbed. He laughed. He laughed. So hard that tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Why was he laughing?

"Nice one." He stretched his sleeve and wiped your tears. "Do you think I am so weak to be killed by some horny oblivious teenager?" Of course you didn't think that. But Denji was a devil. Even though he had proved that he is on humanity's side, you knew the higher ups were onto something. And if that was true, then it meant death of everyone in the division.

Though you quit long ago, Aki didn't. He felt satisfied with his job even if it came at the risk of him being dead any moment. It feared you. It took over you. Your overthinking was getting worse.

"Aki. You're overlooking the fact that Denji is powerful and potent. You know how this system works." You stared hole at his posture. "I don't want you to die. Can you please quit?"

There was a long pause before his response. "I can't, baby. You know I'll lose a part of myself if I quit." He leaned closer until his faces was just a few centimeters away from yours. "Besides, I am not going to die so soon," he reassured you.

"I am always here. Right by your side." That's all he said before kissing you for maybe hours. Maybe until you were sleeping and not thinking about it.

You unconsciously brushed your lips. They felt dry. Not the lips that are being kissed. You opened your eyes and found yourself in your empty apartment. No sign of your boyfriend beside you. Maybe he left early today, you thought.

"Are! What's this?" You felt your eyes being so heavy. Tears dried up at your cheeks, some still falling and being absorbed into your pillow covers. Ah. Then it clicked you.

Aki isn't at work. In fact, he wasn't even in your bed. He can't be. Because you remember Kishibe giving you the worst news of your life. Three words. It takes three words to change a person's life. Three words that Aki told you giving you a new life. The I love you. Three words Kishibe said that made your world escalate. Aki is dead.

It had been a month. You recall the last night you spent together all the time. You aren't sure if it's a nightmare or a happy dream. You like imagining him kissing you but hate not actually having him right beside you.

Now that you recall, when you told Aki about your dream, he wasn't laughing at the joke. He was laughing at the irony. About how he had a premonition about his death and you, a dream. Those weren't tears from laughing too hard.

Those were tears of apology, guilt and regret. Apology for lying to you that he won't die so soon. Guilt for showing you so many dreams knowing he won't be there to fulfill them. And lastly, regret. For not kissing you longer every night.

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[that-fanperson-meg]

I just thought of the most raw dialogue ever for Twilight and Dusk holy shit. I think there are times when Dusk looks back at everything they did and compare it to what Twilight has done. Ultimately, Dusk hasn't done much for the universe, while Twilight has saved it from planetary destruction.

They aren't jealous per say, they feel like a burden. Holding down someone they care about while trying to hold onto what little remains of their childhood they had.

It's not something they hide well.

Dusk: Why do you try and involve me anyway...? You can survive just fine on your own.

Twilight: Surviving is not the same as living, and I can't live without you, Dusk.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also I find Dusks feelings interesting, as the entire reason TK was even on the path to eventually defeat Nightmare was BECAUSE OF DUSK.

TK didnt protect Dusk, and so they tried to make up for it by literally killing Nightmare in Dusk’s name

I am going to go sob in the corner now-

[ninebluehearts]

This has been stuck in my head..

Can you maybe write something based on the song “Heaven” by Julia Michaels.? All I can think is Joel as I’m listening to it.

UMM, YES??? So sorry this took so long Anon!!

Warnings (mdni): Infidelity, piv, angsty smut babies 🥲💗

I tried my best to make it like the song, but I mainly played the song on loop as I wrote this and wrote whatever came to mind 💗💅

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"Nope! I'm done." You threw open the porch door, racing down the front steps with your shoes tucked under your arm.

Joel called out your name, practically jumping down the stairs to catch up with you. "I didn't mean it! it was just a joke!"

You unlocked your car, haphazardly tossing your shoes and bag onto the passenger's seat. You felt Joel grab your arm, but you shrugged it off, turning to face him without being manhandled. "No, it wasn't Joel. Because if it was, you wouldn't be looking at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like you're absolutely terrified that you're going to lose me!"

"Because I am!"

Both of you paused for a moment, falling into a tense filled silence.

Joel stared at the ground, his arms crossed against his chest. He couldn't believe he told you he loved you. You already made it very clear that this was supposed to be just sex; nothing more, nothing less.

But god damnit, he's been falling for you for months.

"Jesus Joel.." You mumbled, rubbing your hand over your face. "You can't be in love with your best friend's girlfriend. You just can't."

"Oh, but I can fuck her? Like that's better?"

"Yes! Yes, it is! Because there aren't supposed to be any feelings attached! Being in love is way more complicated than a casual fuck every once in a while!" You felt something cold and wet fall onto your face, a quiet rumble of thunder following.

Joel took a step closer to you, his hand coming up to rest on your hip. "So, you mean to tell me that you've felt absolutely nothing these past few months? That this has been nothin' but fucking to you?"

You stared him dead in the eyes, taking a deep breath. "Not a thing." Though deep down you knew that you were lying.

You couldn't admit it. You refused to. Not when you've come so far.

Your boyfriend was perfect for you; you both got along great, he treated you well, his parents adored you.. But you just didn't click with him. There wasn't any chemistry- nothing that kept things interesting.

But Joel on the other hand..

The minute you met him you just knew he was going to cause trouble. He had taken your hand, raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the back, instead of simply shaking it. And when he looked up at you through his eyelashes as his lips connected with your skin?

That's when it all began.

"Liar." He said, his voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Chills raced along your arms down to your legs, making you tremble beneath him.

"See? You can't deny that I make you feel something."

The rain began to pick up, the tiny droplets you felt a moment ago beginning to grow. Another round of thunder began; this time it shook the ground.

"I can't, Joel. You know I can't."

"Why not? Give me one good reason."

"Because you're not good for me! This thing between us? It's too much, Joel. It's too dangerous-"

"Then tell me to go."

You swallowed against the growing lump in your throat, your eyes flickering between his.

Joel gripped the corner of your car door, his other hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek. "Tell me to go, and I will."

You tried to say something- anything. But you just couldn't. You couldn't lie to him anymore. Not when he was this close to you. "I can't." You whispered, your voice slightly cracking with emotion.

The next thing you knew, Joel's lips were on yours in an instant, his arms wrapping around you to bring you all the more closer.

You let out a sob as you kissed him back, the tears you had been holding back finally rolling down your cheeks.

Lightning struck not a moment later, causing the both of you to jump.

Instead of pulling away, Joel picked you up, kicking your car door closed before carrying you back into the house. Once inside, he set you on the kitchen table since it was the closest surface.

"'s here good?" He mumbled, his tongue dragging down your neck before his lips planted themselves on your collarbone.

You only hummed in response, slipping your hands under his shirt, prompting him to take it off. His fingers began to work on the buttons on your jeans as you pulled your own shirt off, giving yourself a silent pat on the back for deciding not to wear a bra today.

Joel laid you back on the table, grabbing the edge of your pants and underwear and pulling them off, tossing them in the corner.

You sat up on your elbows when you didn't hear the familiar sound of his buckle unclasping, surprised to see him just standing there, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, beginning to feel a sense of insecurity.

Joel shook his head, sliding his hands across your thighs. "It's just that you're fuckin' perfect, baby."

You rolled your eyes, huffing out a laugh. "Joel."

"Hm?"

"Get over here."

A slow grin spread across Joel's lips. "Yes ma'am." He leaned over you, pressing his lips to yours, setting your skin ablaze with every lap of his tongue against your own. You felt as though you could pass out at any given moment, like this was the first kiss you two had shared.

And in a way, it was. Before, the kisses were sloppy- desperate. Now they seemed to be soft and sweet, as though your kisses were silent 'I love you's' to one another.

Joel slipped his hand between the two of you, finally beginning to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, never once breaking away from the kiss.

His hands slipped along your sides and thighs, stopping right behind your knee. He tightened his grip, suddenly pulling you so that your ass sat on the edge of the table.

"Ready?" He whispered, his quick breaths tickling your skin.

"Yes." You whispered back, draping your arms around his neck.

Joe pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, holding you flush against his chest as he slowly thrusted into you.

Your head began to swim, the contrast between his usual rough, selfish thrusts were now so gentle- so loving, it could drive you wild.

Your fingers buried themselves deep in the roots of his hair, giving them a gentle tug just to hear the strangled moan he always let out- the one that made your entire body tingle.

"That wasn't very nice." Joel whispered against your ear, speeding up his movements, causing you to let out a guttural moan when the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy.

Your head fell back, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders as he repeatedly slammed into that spot, his hand slipping between your thighs to quickly circle the pad of his thumb against your clit.

"Fuck! Stop- I'm not gonna last!" You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your damndest to keep your orgasm at bay.

Joel shook his head, not letting up on his pace. "Go on head and cum for me babygirl." His thick, raspy southern accent was enough to send you over the edge, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

Your head fell back as you came, the world around you went silent as you experienced pure bliss in that moment.

Joel fucked you through your orgasm, reaching his own as you were beginning to come down from that sweet peak of pleasure, his sloppy thrusts in your sensitive pussy made you let out a whimper, hugging him against you as his thrusts began to slow.

"Fuck.." He mumbled against your neck, letting out a quick sigh as he pulled his head back to look at you, a goofy smile spread across his lips. "That had to've been the best sex we've ever had."

"Agreed." You said with a laugh, leaning up to press your lips against his, both of you trying to kiss each other with your wide smiles.

And in that moment, you don't think you could love anyone any more than you loved Joel Miller.

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