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marvellous1917 · 9 months

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Icarus Falling

(Part 2)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x female!tattoo artist!reader

Summary: It’s gonna be a busy day. Giving a tattoo to a mobster that broke into your home was nothing compared to the fact that you can’t stop thing about how fucking hot he is.

Warnings: lots and lots of swearing, mention of crime (duh), fights, broken bones, tattoo needles, threats, think that’s it.

Part one ⬇️:

A/N: AAHHHH the response to part one was actually insane!!!! I hope this second part is good enough. Love u all <3

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Bold is reader’s thoughts.

Italics is Bucky’s thoughts.

The size of the tattoo is in inches.

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Walking to the shop, your thoughts were running a mile a minute. Holy fuck, what the fuck, did last night actually happen?, James Barnes is gorgeous and made falling asleep last night really fucking difficult, screw him for making me all hot and bothered. Asshole. But one persistent one came screaming to the front- how the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank?

Unfortunately there was not a lot of time to come up with an answer to that, the shopfront coming into view as you turn the corner. Jigsaw Ink stood proud in the middle of the busy Brooklyn street, the black paint of the walls in stark contrast to the pastel pink of the florists’ to one side and the baby blue of the cafe the other.

The shop was a second home to you, the couch at the front becoming a bed for you sometimes after a night out, or if Caleb was being an ass. Frank was nice enough to let you crash when you needed, trusting you with his business. Frank, and the other two artists at the shop, Billy and Curtis were like family - a weird combination of protective older brothers and best friends who were terribly bad influences on you.

The bell on the door rang when you opened it and there was a yelled “Y/N? That you?” from a deep voice at the back of the room.

“Yeah Frankie, it’s me. I thought Billy was supposed to be here, not you?” You yelled back, moving behind the counter toward your station, dropping your bag and taking off your jacket.

“He was, but he managed to get his ass knocked out last night so he’s taking the day off,” Frank replied laughing, walking out from the back towards you.

“What? Is he ok?” You ask, giving Frank a hug when he got closer.

“Managed to piss somebody off at a bar, not really sure what happened, but he’s fine. Just stupid,” he replied, patting your back as you release him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but he is an idiot I swear, you can guarantee it was his fault as well,” you say.

Frank chuckle and nods as a response, “yeah I bet. Hey , you got many appointments today?” He asks.

Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank Castle - literally the most protective man on earth - that I had to move all of my appointments to next week because a damn mobster broke into my house and demanded I gave him a tattoo today.

“…uh. No just the one, I had to move the rest,” you answer, praying to whoever was listening that Frank wouldn’t ask any questions.

“Why’s that?”

Fuucckkkk.

“Umm..no reason really..” your mind went completely blank, the only thing running through you head were those goddamn blue eyes.

“Kid, what’s going on?” Franks’ eyes narrowing, seeing straight through your bullshit response.

Ughhh. Change the subject right now. “Y’know you call me kid all the time, you’re not that much older than me Frankie. I mean there’s only-”.

“You’re ramblin’ kid. The fuck is going on?” He says, all sense of humor him from his voice.

Ah, there his is, protective Frankie coming in full force.

“Shit. Ok so here’s what happened-” you tell him the full story, coming home from work to see a dangerous criminal chilling in your apartment, the fear that came with that lovely surprise, Caleb’s debt, the weird philosophical conversation, the tattoo talk. All of it.

Of course, excluding the part where you found yourself extremely attracted to the fucking mobster, his weirdly slightly comforting presence, and the fact that the memory of those blue eyes where all you could see as your hand slipped between your legs before you fell asleep.

To be fair to the man, Frank listened to every word you had to say, not interrupting one. But you could see on his face every single emotion he was feeling, the main one being just straight up confusion.

“Lemme get this straight. The fucking Winter Soldier broke into your house last night and is coming in for a tattoo in..” he checked his watch as he spoke, “..an hour?”

“..yeah.” Hit the nail on the head there Frankie.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his hand over his face in an act of desperation.

“Yep.” You say, patting his arm to try and reassure him.

“Alright, I’m gonna be here the whole time, don’t you worry about that kid. You’re gonna be fine.” He assures you, obviously worried about you.

“I know that Frankie, and if it’s any consolation, he didn’t seem all that bad.” You answer.

“Not that bad?!” He almost shouts, and incredulous look on his face, “Y/N he’s a fucking gangster. He’s fucking danger-“

“FRANK!” You yell, the only way to cut off his tirade before it starts. “I know that, but last night he didn’t do anything bad,okay, and if he wanted to hurt me, he definitely would have done it by now. I’ll be fine Frank, I’ll just give him the tattoo and that will be it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta set everything up.” You say, moving back to your station, beginning to grab everything you need.

“Holy fuck kid, how are you not freaking the fuck out right now?” He whisper shouts, running one hand up and down his head.

“I’m not sure. I think…I think I trust him not to hurt me. It’s weird, but my gut’s telling me I’ll be fine.” You answer, starting to print some different sized stencils.

“Kid your brain is brok-” Frank starts to say but he’s cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it from his pocket and says “Shit, it’s my kids’ school, I gotta take it.”

You wave him off, Frank answers the phone with a sigh.

He walks off to the back of the shop, leaving you to finish setting up your station. Frank talks for a minute and wander back towards you.

“My girl got into a fight at school, Maria’s busy at work so I’ve got to go get her,” he says, dragging his hands down his face, in a way only an exasperated father could.

“Oh my god is she ok?” You ask.

“She’s fine, but apparently she broke some little shitheads nose for picking on her friends,”

“Like father, like daughter then,” you respond with a laugh.

“Can the people I care about stop getting themselves in dangerous situations for like five goddamn seconds.” Frank says, throwing a pointed glare your way.

“Frankie, how many times, I’m gonna be fine alright, go get your kid and -I dunno- take her out for ice cream, tell her she did good.” You say, pushing him to the door.

“Only if you’re one hundred percent certain you’ll be fine.” He says, already pulling his jacket from the hook.

“I’m good I swear, now go!”

“Ok ok I’m going, stop pushing me” he says, leaving the shop and letting the door fall closed behind him, the bell ringing as it did.

Only a minute passed before your phone pinged with a text.

James:

Have you already forgotten about me that quickly doll?

Send me the address to the shop

Now… please

Fuck me. Why does just his text give me fucking butterflies. Ugh. How irritating.

You send him the address and his response is cheeky as shit.

James:

See you at 1 doll, you better be wearing something pretty for me.

Little shit.

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You had the music in the shop bumping, using it to help calm your pounding heart, adrenaline starting to get the best of you. Your favourite song came over the speakers so you turned it up and started to dance a little, knowing that you had at least 10 minutes before Barnes turned up. Unfortunately this action caused you to miss the ringing of the bell on the door.

Holy shit - ink and a show, today is going better than expected already.

Bucky slowly let the door close, trying not to disturb the dancing girl he couldn’t get out of his head. He lent against the wall, just watching and waiting…and staring.

Shaking out your hands to get rid of any nerves, you turn and nearly scream when you see Barnes stood at the door.

“Oh god, sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” you say, subtly looking him up and down and damn he looks good. Ever the powerful mobster, he wore a black suit, his black shirt had no tie and was unbuttoned at the top. His hair was slicked back from his face, opposite to how it was the night before. This was the other side of him, the business man - James Barnes: the face of multiple charities, the man that law enforcement could never seem to put behind bars. Last night you met the threat, the assassin, and you may be one of the first in his history to survive a meeting with the Soldier.

“No problem doll, I was enjoying the show,” he says, pushing off of the wall and stalking towards you.

Oh my god, “oh..ok, well I have everything set up and ready so if you’re ok to start I say let get going,” you respond, turning to the part of the shop where your station was, nerves flooding back, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

“Damn girl, not even any small talk?” He asks, slowly following you to the table.

“Oh sorry, I would have asked how your day has been so far, but I didn’t want you to think I was prying into your business. I wouldn’t want you to think I was being disrespectful ab-”

“Ramblin’ again doll, thought I told you that you don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said softly, sounding genuine. “I know what people say about me, I understand why you would be nervous, but I just ask you to not believe everything you hear, ok doll? I’m not who they say I am.” His tone was gentle, almost tired but still pleading, hoping you believe him.

“So you’re not a mobster?” You ask, voice low and calm.

“Oh no I am,” he responds with a small laugh, “I am, and I do what gangsters do. But I am not the ruthless animal I’m made out to be, doll I’m just not. I do what needs to be done.”

His voice breaks slightly on the pet name. His tone is so sincere and tired. Oh my..he’s telling the truth. It actually affects him to hear that about himself.

“Ok,” you respond, siting on your stool next to your station and the table, looking up at him with no fear in your eyes, trusting his words.

“Ok? That’s your response?” He asks, moving around the table to sit on it directly in-front of you.

“Yeah. What did you want me to do Barnes, not believe you?” You ask, all fear gone from your voice.

“Of course not,” he says, confusion laced in his voice, his eyebrows furrowed, “but I wasn’t expecting you to believe me immediately, shit you were scared of me like a minute ago.”

“I know but I think I trust you? You haven’t done anything to me, y’know other than breaking into my apartment. I trust you when you say you’re not someone I should be afraid of.” You answer truthfully.

“…good.” He says, at a loss of what to say next.

“Good. So, Barnes, are we doing this or what?” You ask.

“Yeah let’s do it doll, and please, call me Bucky.” He responds, shrugging off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the head of the table. You had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the way his arms filled out his shirt, but damn it was hard. He sat silently waiting for you to talk.

“Ok..Bucky.. tell me about what size and what placement you want for this.” You say, “I printed some sizes out because I wasn’t sure what size you wanted, and I can reprint or adjust it based in what you want.”

“Oh you a real professional, huh? Not gonna lie to you doll, that serious voice is kinda getting me goin’” he says, smirk on his face, leaning back on his arms, lifting his hips and moving slightly on the table.

Fuck me, what is this man doing to me? He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s talking again.

“I want to get it on my forearm, the inside, and I think that size looks good,” he says, pointing to the 10x8 you printed.

“Ok that sounds good, which arm were you thinking?”

Silence. He stares down at you, an unreadable look on his face. You break eye contact and then freeze.

Shit. Shit. You dumbass. Which arm? Which fucking arm? Are you kidding? I can literally see his metal fucking hand. Oh dear god.

The silence between you goes on for entirely too long. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or wait for him to speak first. You weren’t sure if he would be offended, having a reminder of his injury.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just continues to stare down at you, that blank look on his face. Looking back up at him, you start to apologise but the words get caught in your throat. His eyes. He couldn’t control them the same way he did his face, tons of different emotions flowing through them, none lasting long enough for you to understand before another one took its place.

If only you knew what he was actually thinking. She asked which arm. She knows about my arm, everyone does, but she still asked. She forgot. The arm is all people see, a weapon, an instrument used to inflict nothing but pain. It’s all people see, but she forgot. That’s not what she sees. Maybe…maybe she just sees me.

He’s shuts his racing thoughts down, fully aware of how awkward the silence was becoming. “I’m thinking my right arm might be a little easier for you doll,” he says, an amused look crossing his face, his tongue poking his cheek.

You open your mouth to apologise for your mistake but he holds up his right hand and says, “and please, you don’t have to apologise like I know you’re going to, we’re all good darlin’.”.

He’s gotta stop with the pet names before I melt.

“Ok, uh, are you sure, because I honestly meant no disrespect or anything. I-,” you start, but Bucky cut you off quickly.

“Darlin’, what did I just say?” A stern tone coats his words and goddamn does it send a shiver down your spine. You internally roll your eyes and look away, back to your station, when you feel two warm fingers on your jaw, turning your head back to looks at him. Holy fuck. He places his thumb on the other side of your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leans in closer. His voice was low when he said, “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Y/N, what did I just say?”

Jesus fucking wept. Somehow his use of your name made your heart pound, and the fact that his hand was so warm and strong holding onto your face.

“You said we’re all good..” you answer trailing off at the end of your sentence. His eyes don’t move from yours for a second.

“And?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

Christ alive.

“I don’t have to apologise..” you say, eyes flicking between his and falling to his lips for a second and then back to his eyes.

“That’s right darlin’,” his eyes dropped to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. “So stop, okay?” He says, lifting your chin to catch your eye.

“Yes sir.” It’s an automatic response but you can’t help but be a little proud of yourself when he lets out a small throaty growl at the name.

“Careful doll.” He responds, letting go and leaning back, “How about we get started before I do something you regret, hmm?”

Like I could regret you.

You turn back to your station to try and clear your head of all the dirty thoughts running wild. “Ok.. Bucky, if you could roll up your sleeve so I can wipe the area, I’ll place the stencil and you can check if it’s where you want it to be.” You say, not used to the name he said to call him by.

“Mhm,” he hums, releasing the cuff link on his right sleeve, his prosthetic catching the glare of the light above, the plates shining. He places the cuff link in the pocket of his jacket and begins rolling up his sleeve and folds it at his elbow.

You clean the area and place the stencil straight on his arm, and peel it off.

“There’s a mirror on the wall over there, you can check if it’s alright.” You say.

“Okie dokie doll,” he responded the furrowed his brows, like he was confused at why he said that, not very gangster of him.

I like him. He says okie dokie.

“Looks good there darlin’, and as much as I hate to say it, we gotta speed this up a little, I’m expecting a call at some point around 2:30 and I’d prefer you not have to hear it.” He says, coming back to the table, sitting down and swinging his legs up onto it.

You take his arm, putting it on the rest in a position easiest for tattooing while saying “Why’s that? Would you have to kill me if I overheard your call?” You ask, enough humor in your voice for him to know you’re joking.

“Probably, depends how much you hear.” He said, completely deadpan. He looks at you and you have the strangest feeling that he actually wouldn’t hurt you either way.

“Shit ok. Is that position comfortable for you?”

“I’m all good darlin’, let’s go,” he says, adjusting his position on the table slightly. His left arm rests across his stomach as he sits on the table, leaning against the backrest, his ankles crossed.

“Ok I’m gonna do a small line so you know how it feels,” you look at him and he nods. You draw a line about 2 centimetres long then stop, “how’s that?” You ask.

“Ain’t nothin’ doll, keep goin’.” He responds.

“Ok here we go.” You say, getting back to it.

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You’ve been tattooing for about 40 minutes, and there hasn’t been a word spoken between the both of you. His arm kept flexing whenever you moved away, and he kept clenching his jaw, like he was in pain but was refusing to admit it, even to himself.

“Are you ok? We can stop for five if you want a break? I’ve just finished the outline so I’ve got to change needles anyway.” You ask, disrupting the silence between you, moving the machine away from his arm so you can switch to a higher grouping for the blackwork.

“I’m fine Y/N, how much longer do you think it’ll take?” He asks, moving his head to look at the outline that you had completed.

“Oh it’s hard to say, but probably another 30 at least,” you respond, looking at him while he was admiring the tattoo so far.

God he’s pretty.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his forehead with his other hand.

“Are you worried about your call?” You ask calmly.

“Not worried about the call itself… just having to do it here may cause some issues.” He responds, lowering his hand to his thigh.

“Because I’m here? I can go to a different room if you want?” You say, placing the machine back on your station, and turning to look at him fully.

“It’s ok doll, to be honest with you, nothing that needs to be said will make any sense to you anyway, and I mean that in the least offensive way possible.” He says, looking at you with apologetic face, tilting his head slightly. “But depending on the news I get, I wouldn’t want my reaction to… scare you.”

“Oh.. well I guess we’ll see when your call comes.” You answer, unsure of how to react to that.

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The sharp ringing of his phone interrupts the sounds of the machine. You move the machine away from him, turning it off so he could speak freely without noise.

“I really am sorry about this darlin’, but it’s important-”

“Answer it then, it’s fine Bucky.” You cut him off, concerned he was going to miss it if he kept talking.

He gave you another apologetic look, and then turned his back to you to get off the table and answer the call.

You sat in silence as he started to speak.

“Rogers, what did ya find?” His voice changes from how he speaks to you, deeper and more serious.

The person on the other line speaks for a moment before Bucky responds, “we already knew that, didn’t we? What new information did you find?”

Silence.

“Of course he is..,” there is anger in his tone now, “get someone to tell the asshole he can threaten what he likes, I’m not sitting down with him.”

A moment goes by and you think that may have been the end of it, until you see his shoulders tense and-

“FUCK NO!” He shouts, making you jump a little.

“No Rumlow Gets Nothing, I don’t give a shit what he’s doing… Then send the commissioner a goddam gift basket Steve, some portraits of his family would be nice, remind him why he pays us the fucking protection fee.” He seethes at the man down the phone.

This should not be turning me on, shit.

“For fucks sake… Walker is nothing Steve, just some fucking Nazi junkie with a rich daddy, trying to get his hands on my shit…get Nat to bring his ass in, I’ll deal with it Steve… I said I’d deal with it.”

His tone on the last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, what the fuck does ‘deal with it’ mean?

“Ah shit is he ok?” Bucky asks, tone soft now, caring even, “Damn, he’s gonna be out for blood now.. good for him.. give Clint the week off, find the guys and give the pricks to him, let him get out some of his pent up craziness out.”

Oh Clint sounds fun.

“Ok, alright I gotta go now man. Yeah I’m at the shop… nah it’s nothing..yeah ya did… ok fuck off now.. later man.”

He hangs up the phone, takes a death breath and pinches the place between his eyebrows, his other hand going to his hip. He stands like that before he turns back to you, with a small awkward smile. That was cute.

“Sorry about that doll, hope I didn’t upset ya,” he says, walking around the table and looking down at you.

“You didn’t. I gotta ask though, is your friend or whoever ok?” You ask, not bringing up the start of the call where the man in-front of you all but admitted to a multitude of crimes - blackmail, extortion, supplying drugs. He sounded different- genuine when he asked if the man was ok. It was sweet.

“Clint? Yeah no he’s fine, got jumped last night so he’s pissed about it, but he’s ok, worst thing he got were some nasty bruises and a broken finger.” Bucky responds, confusion on his face, wondering why you care.

“How did he break a finger?” you ask, moving backwards as he sits back on the table.

“Oh he didn’t go down without a fight, clocked one of them on his way out,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Ah, good for crazy Clint,” you say with a smile.

Bucky let’s out a sharp quick laugh, “that exactly what I thought doll,” he says, leaning back and putting his arm on the rest, “ready when you are.” He adds.

Ok right back to it. Got it boss.

“Ok, should only be about 10 more minutes.” You say.

“Alright doll.” He answers, leaning his head back on the rest, tilting his head so he could watch you.

Ten minutes later you were finished, putting your machine down for the final time.

“Okie dokie, I’m all done. Have a look in the mirror, see what ya think,” you say, hoping he liked it, not much you could do about it if he didn’t.

He moves over to the mirror, checking out his new ink, twisting his arm around to see it fully. He’s silent for a little while before he says, “fuck doll, you’re a damn artist.”

“Does that mean you like it?” You ask, failing to hide the hope in your voice.

“I love it. Couldn’t have asked for a better one for my first piece.” He says, walking forwards to stand in-front of you, letting you wrap the fresh tattoo, handing him a leaflet on aftercare as you talk.

“You’re shitting me,” you say, “was that seriously your first one?”

“Yeah, why are you so surprised darlin?” He responds, tilting his head.

“I don’t know, just sorta thought you’d have them all over.” You answer.

“All over, huh. You been thinking about me naked doll?” He says with a cheeky grin, talking half a step closer to you.

Shit.

“What, n-no of course not, why would I do that. I mean I’m sure you look good - uh fine.. naked but I don’t-” you cut yourself off before you embarrass yourself anymore.

“No, no ramble on Y/N please, I’m really enjoying watching you try to figure your way out of the grave you’re digging right now,” he says, chucking lightly.

“Shut up Bucky, leave me alone” you responds, looking down at your feet.

“Hey,” he grabs your chin, again, and add pressure until you’re looking up at his eyes, “don’t ever try and tell me what to do, darlin, I don’t tend to respond well to it. I won’t ‘shut up’ and I’ll never ‘leave you alone’… I like ya too much for that.” He says, sounding like a mix between a threat and a compliment.

“Uh.. okay.” You answer, not sure how to respond to his words.

He can tell that you don’t know what to say, so he mercifully breaks the silence. “I love the tattoo doll, it’s looks amazing. You’ve got a talent Y/N.” He drops his hand from your chin as he speaks.

“Thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” You answer sincerely.

“How much do I owe you sweetheart?” He asks, reaching into his jacket for his wallet.

That’s a new one.

“Uh, say $180?” You respond.

“$180? Damn you gotta charge more than that doll,” he says pulling some bills from his wallet.

He hands you the bills and says “now that’s for today and it should cover next time too, take half for now and half for then.”

You’re stunned by the fact that he’s already planning for next time but your jaw actually drops when you look at the bills.

They were hundreds.

“Woah I think you gave me the wrong bills,” you say, trying to push the bills back in his hands.

“No I didn’t, I know what I gave you. $180 for today, say $200 for next time and the rest is tip.” He answers smoothly, folding your hand back over the bills.

You look down to count and start shaking your head, “I can’t accept this, it’s way too much.”

“Consider it a thank you for dealing with the inconvenience of me having to do business in the middle of the appointment.” He says with a smile.

“Bucky this is 2000 dollars.”

“I know.” He puts up his hand again, stopping you from talking, “I’m not taking it back doll, just have it will ya?” He says, rolling his sleeve back down, doing the cuff back up with the cufflink and placing his jacket back on.

“Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you?” You ask, unbelievable he wanted you to have over fifteen hundred dollars as tip.

“Yes I am.” He answers, straightening his jacket, “it also may be a small bribe.”

There it is.

“A bribe for what?” You ask, expecting his to ask you to keep quiet about his call.

“I want you to be my artist, anytime I want a tattoo, I want you doing it for me.” He says, smiling down at you with a hint of…something him his eye.

“Really?” You ask in shock, not expecting that from him.

“Yeah, like I said earlier, you got talent. I want more of you on me.” Bucky says smirking at the euphemism he made.

Fuck me running.

“Oh..shit.. yeah ok, that sounds..,” you swallow heavily, “sounds like a plan.” You smile up at him, trying to hide the way his words affected you.

He smiles back, stepping closer and closer until his chest is almost touching yours.

“Yes it’s does. You’re mine now doll,” he says, a dark look in his eye. You swallow hard again and your breath stutters at his words, eyes going straight to the floor. He notices your reaction and smirks, “my artist, I mean.” He continued.

“Although, judging by your little reaction there, I’d bet you be ok with that, wouldn’t you doll?” He says, his tone slightly mocking.

You say nothing.

He hums, then places his right hand on your cheek and tilts your head so you’re looking him in the eye again.

“Would you?” He asks softly.

“Maybe,” you whisper, a cocky smile breaking out on his face.

“Maybe, huh? ‘Mkay, guess I’ll just have to convince you then doll.” He says back, leaning closer, eyes going to your lips before he looks back up, giving you a chance to get out of the situation.

“Guess so.” You respond, some confidence back in your voice.

He hums again, and then he’s kissing you. His kiss is forceful but somehow still gentle, like he’s holding back as much as he can.

Fucking finally you can’t help but think as you move your hand to his wrist, the other one going to his left bicep, the feel of the solid metal under your hand was new, but not unwelcome.

His metal hand moves, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him, deepening the kiss when you gasp.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss when you run out of air. He leans back, the pressure on your back relieving a bit.

“Damn doll, what the fuck are you doing to me?” He asks, biting his bottom lip.

“Something good, hopefully.” You respond cheekily.

He groans, leaning his head back. “Yeah hopefully darlin’. I hate to say it sweetheart but I gotta get going.” He says, releasing his hold on you. He moves towards the door and for a second you think he going to leave without another word, until he turns back and says “I’ll talk to you later doll, keep your phone on or I’ll drop by.” He finished his sentence with a wink, and then he’s gone, the bell on the door ringing behind him.

Fuucckk. Maybe I’ll break my phone so he has to come by. Who knew the fucking Winter Soldier was actually a gorgeous softie under it all.

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A/N: Ta da! Finally complete!! Love everyone of you that read this, mwah 😘

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Round 2 Polls:

(Projected length: 32 days)

(Bonus Rounds: Here)

Day 1:

1. Ogai Mori vs. Pascal

2. The Doctor vs. Franky

Day 2:

3. Madoc vs. Daenerys Targaryen

4. Inspector Barnes vs. Bright Noa

Day 3:

5. August vs. Claude Frollo

6. Cale Henituse vs. Leif

Day 4:

7. Simon Petrikov vs. Chiron

8. Yami Sukehiro vs. Sei Handa

Day 5:

9. Gintoki Sakata vs. Eithan Arelius

10. Dr. Gregory House vs. Maglor

Day 6:

11. Wolverine vs. Izumi Curtis

12. Roy Mustang vs. Abraham van Helsing

Day 7:

13. Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

14. Guts vs. Jake Sully

Day 8:

15. Sir Reginald Hargreeves vs. Jean Valjean

16. Kohachi Inugami vs. The Fix

Day 9:

17. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla vs. Gumpa

18. Aphmau vs. Agent Washington

Day 10:

19. Grace vs. Vector the Crocodile

20. Alec Lightwood-Bane vs. Dadan

Day 11:

21. Bobby Nash vs. William Adama

22. Korosensei vs. The Warrior of Light

Day 12:

23. Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright

24. Satoru Gojo vs. Dutch Van Der Linde

Day 13:

25. Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

26. Tom and Maddie Wachowski vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Day 14:

27. Welt Yang vs. Herlock Sholmes

28. Carlisle and Esme Cullen vs. Dracule Mihawk

Day 15:

29. Artemy Burakh vs. Barry and Iris West-Allen

30. Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas

Day 16:

31. Master Wu vs. Dave Seville

32. Axel vs. Izumi Tachibana

Day 17:

33. Arlecchino/The Knave vs. Sarah Jane Smith

34. Qifrey vs. Bell-Mere

Day 18:

35. Bobby Singer vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish

36. Professor Hershel Layton vs. Donna Hanscum

Day 19:

37. Giovanni Potage vs. Ingo

38. Miles Edgeworth vs. Vil Shoenheit

Day 20:

39. Nick Fury vs. Dalinar Kholin

40. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Kavax au Telemanaus

Day 21:

41. Arataka Reigen vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey

42. Gol D. Roger vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn

Day 22:

43. Toriel Dreemurr vs. Master Kongo

44. Pongo and Perdita vs. Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik

Day 23:

45. Lance Strongbow vs. Derek Hale

46. Tony Stark vs. Roronoa Zoro

Day 24:

47. Jody Mills vs. Eric Gale

48. “Red-Haired” Shanks vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

Day 25:

49. Han Muchun vs. Iroh

50. Splinter vs. Lilia Vanrouge

Day 26:

51. Bruce Wayne vs. Thomas O’Malley

52. Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Day 27:

53. Kim Dokja vs. Roberto de Niro

54. Shōta Aizawa vs. Doctor Carmilla

Day 28:

55. Mendoza vs. Soundwave

56. David Wymack vs. Ash Ketchum

Day 29:

57. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Yondu Udonta

58. Eda Clawthorne vs. Gavroche

Day 30:

59. Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime

60. Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza

Day 31:

61. Phoenix Wright vs. The Dragonborn

62. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Oliver Queen

Day 32:

63. Whitebeard vs. Otose

64. Sojiro Sakura vs. Yukari Yakumo

#mod is deeply looking forward to day 22 and day 30 #mod speaks #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #poll bracket #character bracket #fandom bracket

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Twelve: An Arrival In The Countryside

pairing: victorian au!javi gutiérrez x oc (Florence Bell)/victorian au!frankie morales x Florence

rating: M (lots and lots of pining and angst, one mild steamy moment but nothing explicit, a whole lotta these three breaking my heart)

wc: 3.2k

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“Oh, look, my love!” called Poppy as she stood near the window beside their seats on the ship, her button nose practically pressed up against the glass. “I think that’s the harbor.”

Frankie closed the book in his lap and set it in the seat beside him before standing behind her to look out of the window, the sight of England so close stirring feelings of nostalgia and guilt in his gut.

“You’re quite right,” he said, swallowing down the worry that crept up his throat. Poppy turned to look at him, their bodies so close that one rock of the ship would have them sharing a kiss, and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Are you excited to be home?” she asked in a shaky whisper, her focus clearly on the soft bow of his lips.

“I am,” he answered truthfully. “But I must admit that I am also a bit nervous to see how things have changed, how…how my home has changed.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gone away, my love,” she smiled, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I am sure everything is just as you left it.”

“I don’t think it could ever be,” he said, though she had little idea as to what he really meant.

“Mr. Morales, do you have a moment?” Mr. Bell stepped over with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Poppy stepped away from both of them with a polite nod, choosing to sit beside Anna and her betrothed while the men chatted. Frankie resumed his spot at his seat while Mr. Bell sat in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “I wanted to speak with you for a moment before our journey concludes.”

“What would you like to speak about?” Frankie asked, his thumbs anxiously brushing over the expensive material of his trousers, a luxury he could only afford thanks to the employment of the man in front of him.

“Well, as you know, I’ve heard all about the situation at the Bell House, and unlike my brother who has little sympathy in regards to matters of the heart, I am a romantic,” he smiled. “And as a romantic, I feel overwhelmed by the thought of you and my niece reuniting only for her to find that you’ve already promised yourself to another, but it isn’t my feelings on the matter that I wish to discuss. No, I’m much more concerned with your feelings.”

Frankie took in a deep breath and flashed his eyes over to Poppy who sat laughing with her hand over her mouth at a crude drawing of Anna’s, her poise and beauty a stark contrast to everyone around her. He found himself wishing that this radiance she exuded was enough to rid him of all thoughts of Florence, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not stop his thoughts.

“I suppose I’m feeling overwhelmed as well,” Frankie said. “I…have the ability to comprehend that Poppy is the best thing for me, that this life I’m living in America is the most luxurious I’ve ever lived, but deep inside, I still feel like that orphan boy from the countryside who’s sick in love with a woman I can never have. A woman that I’m not even sure thinks of me. And all I do is think of her, day and night. She…has affected everything. If the air is warm, the clouds are gone, the sky is blue, I can almost feel myself in that garden again. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips. It’s…a sickness I cannot shake or treat.”

“And your solution to rid yourself of this sickness, as you call it, is to promise your life away to a woman? A perfectly fine woman that still has time left to find a man who adores her like you do my niece?” he chuckled. “I thought you were a smarter man than that, Mr. Morales.”

“Florence is moving on with her life,” Frankie shrugged. “It’s only fair that I should move on with my own.”

“Ah, that would be true if my niece was indeed moving on as you say, but I have yet to receive an invitation to any ceremony,” he countered. “How many engagements have you known to go on for nearly half a year in these times? I can’t say I’ve ever met a couple who lasted longer than three months before wedding.”

“I believe that she loves him, and that she will marry him,” Frankie said in a hushed voice, as though he could hardly will himself to say it. “And even so, Lord and Lady Bell would never allow it—“

“Not to a poor man,” Mr. Bell smirked. “You’re no longer a poor man.”

“To Lady Elizabeth, I will always be a poor man,” Frankie argued.

“Perhaps,” Mr. Bell weighed his head to the side. “Perhaps her opinion will change once she sees what you’ve made of yourself.”

“Even so—“

“I’ve never seen a man so in love and so afraid of it being reciprocated,” Mr. Bell noted. “Let us imagine for a moment, shall we? If my dear niece were to show up at this wedding and lay eyes on you, would you run to her or from her?”

“I’d hide before she can see me,” he quipped.

“Be serious, now,” Mr. Bell scolded. “What would instinct have you do?”

“I suppose I’d stand still,” he said. “I’d give her the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to acknowledge me.”

“And then?”

“And then,” Frankie shook his head and let out a chuckle. “And then I’d ruin myself over her. A million times over if that’s what she’d ask of me.”

“And then you’d tell her of your engagement? After you’ve allowed her to ruin you?” he asked.

“If I allowed her to ruin me, there would be no engagement,” he said simply, as though there was no room for any other possibility.

“If all it takes is one look, one moment of her acknowledging your existence to leave Miss Poppy, do you really think this engagement will last the rest of the summer?”

Frankie looked at him for a moment, stunned by his question, before shaking his head in puzzlement.

“I do not know,” he said defeatedly. “I hope.”

“I certainly haven’t missed England,” Javi commented, glancing out of the window of the carriage as he sat in front of Florence, Leo at his side coloring. “At least the weather is favorable.”

Florence sighed, her behind aching from the long and bumpy ride that’s taken them a week so far. The only reprieve the trio had was in the evenings when they’d check into their respective rooms at various countryside inns, the watchful eyes of the old innkeepers forcing Javi and Florence from sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I will go mad if I stay in this carriage another day,” she declared, laying across the padded bench dramatically. “Please tell me this is our last day of travel?”

An empathetic frown grew on Javi’s face as he turned to look at her in all her agony and boredom.

“The footman thinks it’ll take another day at the very least,” he said. “I apologize, mi vida. I wish I could simply snap a finger and have us there at your family estate.”

“Can’t we stay at your home?” she asked.

“I suppose, but—“

“I don’t care to spend a single evening under the same roof as my entire family,” she continued, sitting up.

“Anna will be distracted with her fiancé,” Leo chimed in, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “Please, Flo, stay with us.”

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

“Is it Mr. Frankie you’re worried about?” he asked, too young to realize the extent of the valley between Florence and Frankie, not to mention the animosity between him and Javi.

“I have no thoughts or opinions on Mr. Morales,” she said full of pride, her arms crossing over her shoulders. “Besides, I doubt very seriously that mother will let him into the home after everything.”

“Well, I cannot wait to see him. I want to ask him about America, about the ship he took, about the ocean, about—“

Javi cleared his throat as jealousy crept up from his chest, pulling Florence’s gaze to his.

“Perhaps we should stop for the evening,” she suggested, reaching her hand across the space between them to touch his knee. “Where are we?”

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say we’re just south of London, but I’m not certain,” he said, resting his hand over hers and lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll ring for the footman to stop.”

“Thank you, my sweet love,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

“My darling!” Lord Bell called as Anna stepped out of the carriage with an uncharacteristic smile, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she welcomed him in for a hug. “How was your journey?”

“It was wonderful, father,” she beamed, letting go of him to turn around and meet her fiancé’s eyes. “I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Andrew York.”

“Hello,” Lord Thomas greeted the young man, holding his hand out for him to shake. “I heard you’re an Ivy League man.”

“I am, indeed,” Andrew smiled. “I graduated just last year and have begun working at my father’s firm.”

“Law?”

“Finance,” he clarified. “Mr. Bell introduced us.”

“Ah, yes, where is my dear younger brother?”

Joseph climbed out of the carriage after Frankie, the two of them helping Poppy out before Joseph made his way over.

“Tommy,” Joseph grinned, tugging his brother in for a tight, albeit rough, embrace. “How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s inside with Benjamin and Maribel,” Lord Thomas replied, his eyes trained on Frankie as he remained by the carriage, clearly on edge being back at the estate. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing…guests.”

“Oh, Mr. Morales? He’s proven to be quite a good friend to me,” Joseph said, pulling away from his brother to give him a warning look. “He’s my guest, Thomas. More than that, he was a fine employee to you and your family.”

“Fine is an interesting word to use,” Thomas chided before looking back at Frankie and Poppy, forcing a smile onto his face. “Mr. Morales, what a pleasure to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

“This is my…fiance,” Frankie managed, the word feeling strange on his tongue now that he was back home. “Poppy Greenier.”

“French?” Thomas asked.

“My grandfather was a frenchman, yes,” she smiled, unaware of the tension. “Though by now, I would say we’re all very American.”

“Charming,” Thomas forced a chuckle. “Well, Mr. Morales, I’m afraid we have quite a full house. Would you mind staying in the cottage?”

“Of course not,” he answered quickly, the thought of being back in his home acting as an anchor in this turbulent sea of tension and nostalgia.

“Very good,” he nodded. “Miss Greenier, I’ll have one of our maids show you to your room. Dinner will be served within the hour.”

“Thank you dearly for your hospitality,” she choked. “Your home is the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can thank my wife for that,” Thomas laughed sincerely, taken by Poppy’s warmth just like everyone else she came in contact with.

Frankie placed a kiss onto Poppy’s hand and bid her goodbye before making his way through the overgrown and under-watered garden, the sight alone stinging his chest like a stab wound to the heart, to his little cottage that rested on the edge of the property. He sighed at the state of the place he used to call home, the ivy leaves he’d take care to manicure now growing wildly over the dusty window. With a gentle shove to open the creaky, wooden door, Frankie let his eyes close as the familiar smell of wood and linen flooded his nostrils, the scent taking him back to the summer previous when he’d spend every single night reading to Florence after carefully taking her apart, only to do it all again.

A lump grew in his throat as he ran his fingers over the mantle of the fireplace, his fingertips turning black with dust and soot, much like how he imagined the state of his heart would be if he could take it out and hold it in his hands.

All the nights spent here, before and after her, it all came back to him in an instant.

This was his home, this was where he longed to be, this was the life he wanted to live.

America had given him plenty, and any normal man would’ve been satisfied with wealth and freedom and a beautiful, gentle woman on their arm, but Frankie had never considered himself a normal man. He was too gentle, to solemn, too introspective to crave anything but the green around him and that complicated and beautiful woman he once knew.

Sighing again, he slouched down onto the beat up sofa, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he thought hard about the last year and the choices he’d made. If only he would’ve pressed harder, he would be with her now. Perhaps not here, but somewhere they could call their own. A tiny cottage in the woods where they could stay up all night talking if they wanted, a garden that they could share without fear of being caught, perhaps even a family of their own that could be raised away from all of the classism and societal pressures that drove Florence away in the first place.

Needing a moment to himself before having to put on a brave face, Frankie got up and crawled into his old bed, the sheets and blanket a little less than clean, but he didn’t mind. If he pressed his nose into the pillow he swore he could smell her rose scented perfume, and when he hugged his blanket to his body, it almost felt like he was holding her. For now, this would have to do. A fantasy would have to get him by, because what else could? Certainly not the people inside the manor an acre away, not even the person he impulsively chose to spend the rest of his life with.

Florence, Leo, and Javi had all gotten settled at their inn for the night in Swanley, their stomachs filled with a potato soup cooked by the wife of the innkeeper. Florence and Leo shared a room while Javi slept by himself, tossing and turning with the thought of Florence and Frankie’s reunion.

Florence couldn’t sleep either, her little brother’s snoring and the large oak tree outside of the inn scraping against the window keeping her from finding any real rest. Turning to her brother in the next bed, she waited a moment before whispering his name to make sure he was fast asleep, and when she was met with no response, she carefully and quietly peeled her blanket back and stood up, creeping towards the door and opening it. With a watchful eye, she looked down the hallway and staircase for any sign of the innkeeper, but it seemed both he and his wife were fast asleep. Tiptoeing across the hall to Javi’s room, she slowly turned the knob and peeked her head in, finding him wide awake, sitting at his desk sketching.

“Javi,” she whispered, watching as his head snapped over in her direction, his eyes widening as she let herself in and walked to where he sat.

“My love,” he whispered back. “What if the innkeeper—“

“No one’s awake,” she assured, lifting her nightgown to sit around her thighs as she threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Javi’s hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing her way up to his lips, her hips rocking against his. “No…I need you, Javi.”

Javi wanted to reciprocate, but his worries kept him from enjoying the moment, and when she reached down between their bodies, she found him soft. Pulling back, she studied his eyes with a furrow in her brow.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hardly audible. “I want to, but—“

“No,” she nodded and climbed off of him, her eyes fixing on the hardwood beneath her feet as she nervously combed her curls behind her ear. “It was wrong of me to assume—“

“Florence,” Javi said, standing and settling his hands on either side of her face. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to touch you, but…I have too much on my mind.”

“Such as?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his round, chocolate orbs. Javi shook his head and pursed his lips, unable to voice his fears to her.

“I don’t wish to burden you as well,” he said.

“If I’m to be your wife, aren’t I meant to share the burden?” she asked, her brows lacing together in mild irritation at his constant need to shield her. “Javi, I am a grown woman, I can handle the realities of the world we’re in. Is it your art? Your finances? Your father? I can take some of this weight off you if you let me—“

“It’s not yours to bear,” he said, pulling away from her and walking to the bed to settle into it. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but—“

“If I’d like?” she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at him. “I think I’d rather sleep alone.”

“As you wish,” he managed, though his heart ached with hurt caused by his own internal war.

He watched her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind her. He almost would’ve preferred if she’d slammed it, her gentle resignation stabbing him in the chest. Standing back up, he walked over to the desk, opening his sketchbook to stare at his drawing—Florence’s face sketched in charcoal. He wondered how many pages of his notebook were filled with her likeness, how many hours he’d spent drawing and imagining her. Sometimes he worried that he knew those images better than he knew her as a person, but it was easier to fall in love with a two-dimensional imagining than it was proving to be with the real thing. Those drawings would never leave him, never betray or lie to him, but Florence could. One look at Frankie and she might be lost forever.

Only time could tell.

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Forbidden Love 3

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Billy carried you past the front door, smiling down at Davina softly before making his way up the stairs. He didn't stop to notice that the Eternals were trying to follow him. Thankfully Frank and two other men flanked the stairs, Frankie standing a few steps up with the two Anvil agents standing on the floor. It frustrated Druig that they were stopping him but figured it was better, for once, not to make a fuss.

Billy stripped your heavily unconscious body of your now sweaty clothes. Used a damp rag to wipe your skin down and place you in an oversized shirt. He held you so you were sitting up against him with one arm while the other brushed your hair out. When he was satisfied you would wake up as comfortable as he could make you, he laid you under the sheet and blanket. Propping one leg up on your body pillow and wrapping your arms around it.

He turned the lights off, flicking a soft lamp on by the door to ensure you could see when you wake. He didn't want you to be any more disoriented than you already would be. He turned the overhead fan on, grabbed the tablet from the desk and softly closed the door.

While he walked back towards the stairs he watched the security footage of what happened before he got home. He needed to know how much interaction Keyara had with Davina before he went forward, as it would set the pace for the conversation they needed to have. He watched his daughter leap out of the car before he was even fully stopped and make a break for the house. He watched as you lost control of your body.

And he watched as Ikaris attacked you.

That last part really set his blood unfire, so when he reached the bottom of the stairs he paused and had a brief but firm conversation with Frankie and the two guards. The Avengers/Eternals group watched as the guards nodded and silently walked up the stairs. Frank and Billy watched them go before Frank patted Billy on the shoulder and said something they couldn't hear.

When the men turned back towards the group, Billy's eyes immediately looked for his daughter. Finding her, very unsurprisingly, talking with Loki and Thor. He sighed, knowing it was time to put on the face of the hard parent. The face he hated the most when it came to the blue eyed girl. His little princess.

“Davina Kari Russo..”

Davina and the Avengers all turned to look at Billy, none of them had ever heard him use such a firm tone with her. Davina looked down before walking over to her dad and trying to give him her best puppy dog eyes. “Nah, don't look at me like that, princess. What you did today.. Using your powers on some kid..” He shook his head, because really he was proud of her for standing up for herself. But he knew she couldn't be doing this, it wasn't like she punched him or something.

“You set off bells at SHIELD today with your behavior. It took almost all of our resources and your Uncle Tony breaking into the system to erase it. We all work very hard to keep your powers under the radar, and today you used them simply because someone upset you.”

Steve turned and looked incredulously at Tony, shocked and slightly appalled that he broke in and erased SHIELD data. Tony scoffed and crossed his arms before speaking, “We all agreed, a long time ago, when we met Y/n and Davina that we would keep D out of the system. I'm just keeping my part of the promise. Besides, Anvil did most of the work.”

Billy and Frank nodded, “Thank you for helping, Stark. I know you love Y/n like a sister and I couldn't be more thankful. But you Davina..” He sighed again and looked up, closing his eyes briefly before looking back down. “You are the daughter of not only an Eternal, but of me.. And I have taught you everything you need to know about defending yourself and others.. Hand to hand, this suspension wouldn't have mattered. Using your powers though, is unacceptable, it's to keep you safe.”

He knelt down onto one knee and cupped her face with his hands, “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you or your mom. But you have to do your part in keeping yourself safe, alright? Just like I expect Momma to check in, and carry her phone everywhere. I expect you to keep your powers a secret.” He leaned in and hugged her, her smaller arms coming around him.

The Eternals looked on the situation with warm hearts. Phastos could relate, having a child of his own. They thought it was amazing that this man clearly loved Davina and You more than anything in the world. He radiated protective energy.

“I'm sorry Daddy.” Davina sniffled a little, knowing that she didn't help her mothers situation with Keyara. Billy could see it in her eyes before she tried to speak again, so he shook his head. “Don't blame yourself for Keyara showing up today.. That's 100% on me.. Moms not been very happy with me as of late. Plus I was gone for an extra few days, so work really bogged her down. Her changing is never your fault Davina.”

Davina nodded and stepped over so she could go hug her Uncle Frankie. He ruffled her hair and talked softly to her and when she nodded he looked up at Billy. “She can come stay at the house for the night. Give you some time to deal with..” He waved his free hand motioning to the group of ‘heros’ “Whatever this is..”

Billy nodded and sighed out in relief that it was one less thing he needed to worry about at this exact moment. He turned back to the group and looked over them, glaring harshly at the man who he watched attack you. Before he could tell him to get the fuck out of his house, one of the women spoke. “You keep talking about Davina having powers? May we know what they are? Maybe we can help her learn to control them.”

Sersi looked between the two tall men and the girl, it did not escape her that the girl looked so much like one of her friends. Kingo stepped forward and knelt down a little with his arms out. Davina squealed and ran into his arms, he scooped her up and spun her around a little. Even though she was thousands of years old, she only looked to be 15 or 16.

The group was shocked to hear Kingo and the girl start talking about things they needed to catch up on. Sprite and Sersi shared a look, so did Thena and Gil, and Druig and Ikaris. For once the two agreed on something, that Kingo had lied or exaggerated the truth. The two talked for a moment before she hugged him tightly and made her way back to Billy.

Billy didn't know these people, and to say he has some trust issues would be an understatement. He looked to Loki and Thor, the people who had known Y/n longest past the group. When they both nodded he sighed and wrapped his arm around his daughters shoulders. “Davina is fully in control of her powers. She just uses them inappropriately sometimes. She has control over others emotions. Y/n described it like mind control.”

The Eternals all turned to look at Druig, whose eyes were trained on the child before him. “She can make you feel something, and you're never disoriented or confused. It never feels like it's someone else invading you, it feels completely at your will. She can make it so it fades eventually or it's there forever.” They all watched as he kissed the top of her head before leaning down and whispering in her ear.

She kept her face turned towards the group and away from Frank so he couldn't see when her eyes lit up. They only stayed that way for a moment, and next thing they knew Frank was rubbing his stomach. “Ya know what sounds good.. Ice cream.. We should get some ice cream on the way home Vi..” Billy, Tony and Davina all smiled trying not to chuckle and give anything away.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss her dad's cheek, he still had to lean down but he kissed her forehead again and told her he loved her. She skipped through the room, hugging all her aunts and uncles before darting up the stairs. Billy's smile fell to a straight and very serious face. As he took a breath to speak, Frank held his hand up “I know Bill.. Davina is the most precious thing in your life.. If she comes back with one hair out of place, a single bruise or scratch you'll skin me alive. I've kept the kid a million times.. I got this..”

~~~~~~

An hour later, the group still sat in a large living room. It had huge windows that overlooked a small lake in the backyard. Woods could be seen everywhere, deer and small animals making their way back out after the commotion from earlier. Sprite watched as many birds of all different colors ate from vararis bird feeders. Tony, Billy, Loki and Thor had all disappeared as soon as Frank had left with Davina.

The doorbell rang, and Billy walked out from what they assumed was an office and made his way down the stairs. Four men wearing all black with jackets that had Anvils logo on them walked in, then straight to the kitchen and out again. Tony and the two gods quickly followed him down the stairs, watching as he thanked the men and then dismissed them.

“Let's move this to the dining room, I'm sure you're all hungry.” Billy led them all to a room that had an open floor plan, the ceilings were high and the walls were a mix of white and blue. There was an island countertop that was covered in different bags and boxes. Billy soon set out plates, cups and silverware as he explained what all there was to eat.

“Pizza.. Cheese, pepperoni, meat lovers, veggie and supreme. Chinese.. Kung pao chicken, sweet and sour chicken and pork, dumplings, chow mein, fried rice and white rice as well as little donuts and rangoons. And lastly, Pad thai, like four different kinds. You'll find the fridge stocked with pops, wines and beers as well as water and juice. Help yourselves.”

The Avengers were used to this sort of thing, being around Tony for the last 12 or so years. But the Eternals were not, so when they looked through all the food, and then the fridge Sprite gawked and turned to the Dark haired man who was watching something on a tablet. “How much did all this cost!” Sersi tried to shush her, whispering about how rude that was to ask.

Billy laughed a little, and shrugged “I don't know a couple thousand.. Foods are getting more and more expressive but it is what it is.. Eat what you would like.” He turned and walked towards the dining room, which held a large dark wood and looked over his shoulder at it. “Jax, expand the table we have an extra ten quests. Soldiers help me grab the extra chairs.”

Bucky and Steve followed Billy as the others watched the table expand itself as they set more chairs out. As people started to sit and place their plates down, Billy set his tablet propped up on a side table. The Eternals looked over to see what seemed like live video of your bedroom. “Isn't that a little creepy? And a breach of her rights? Watching her while she sleeps..” Phastos said his face scrunching up a little as he turned away from the video.

Billy scoffed and tried to keep his cool, but it was pissing him off that these people were questioning him. People who haven't seen you in thousands of years, questioning him on how he cares for you. He walked back, set his plate down and crossed his arms. “I only watch her because sometimes when she's recovering there are problems.. Only when she falls as Keyara, she has set the bedroom unfire, blown the windows out of the house and other things.. But I know the signs that she's struggling so I keep an eye on her.. It's my job.”

Druig scoffed and brought his beer to his lips, when he looked over Billy and Tony were both glaring. Loki looked slightly amused and Thor looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Druig set his bottle down and leaned forward on his elbows as he spoke. “And who are you.. To my Y/n..”

Billy laughed, grabbing his chest as he tried to catch his breath and once he did he dropped the words that made the night even tenser. “I've known Y/n for 15 years.. And as of 9 years ago.. She's my wife..”

The Eternals all held their breath as they watched Druig and Billy stare at each other. Billy laughed again and started eating, not at all intimidated by Druig or anyone else in the house. “So I'm sure you all have lots of questions.. Tony, Loki, Thor and I decided that we are capable of answering them all.. I would rather you not swarm my wife with questions when she wakes up. It normally takes her a few days to fully recover, and this isn't her favorite thing to talk about.”

The Eternals all looked to Sersi as she was kind of their new leader, they figured she had all the same questions they did. She nodded and started with the first question. “How did you all come to meet Y/n, and when?”

Tony and Billy looked over to Thor and Loki, while Loki looked at Thor who sighed and started. “400 CE earth time, Ajax was instructed by Arishem to take Y/n from the Domo and bring her to him.. She in his words had ‘Lost her way and forgotten her destined path.’ Ajax took her and left her with him, and he showed her how you all moved on and went about your lives without her. How you didnt miss her, or look for her. And eventually she gave into his punishment and was banished from earth. She was placed under my charge and her powers were bound.”

Loki leaned back in his chair and sighed taking over, “Unfortunately we soon found out that her powers were not bound in a way we thought. They are bound to what we feel is almost like an alter ego.. Like you used to be Bruce.. We eventually learned the signs of her changing, and named the alter Keyara. Keyara isn't a bad person, per say, she is just the embodiment of all the darkness, stress, anxiety and bad feelings of Y/n. She has full use and then some of Y/ns normal powers, as you got a peak of earlier.”

Thena leaned forward and said, “You're saying that her powers from earlier were just a small part?” The Avengers and Billy all nodded, “We took her on a mission to Jotunheim, she thought Loki died and Keyara is very close to him.. When she took over she literally evaporated the frost giants and then just before we left, she blew the planet to pieces.”

The Eternals all just sat in silent shock. Bruce, who was sitting on the floor next to the table, cleared his throat “As on right now we know her powers include telekinesis, telepathy, flight at insane speeds even in outer space, molecular reconstruction, concussive force blasts, energy absorption, pyrokinesis, Psionic Nexus, and of course her immortality. But we never know what could happen next with her.”

“Eventually, Loki and Thor fought, Thor and Y/n ended up on earth and boom a few years later with the Avengers.. At the time it was just Me, Steve, Clint, Bruce and Natasha. But Thor released her from the hold he unwillingly had on her and she stayed with us for a little while. I see her as a little sister who's much older than me.” Tony said smiling as he thought about all the memories the two of you had.

“About 15 years ago, Loki and Y/n had visited earth and that's when I met them.. I was enamored with Y/n instantly. So every time they came back to visit she made sure to see me.. It's what got Frank and I through our military days. And when she was released from Thor she helped us build Anvil, which the three of us own together. Eventually we fell in love, bought our first house together, got married and now here we are. You are sitting at this table with two of the most powerful and rich men in the country and the richest woman is asleep upstairs.” Billy looked over at the tablet and watched as you pushed your body pillow down enough to move his over to your face.

He smiled a little as he imagined you breathing in his scent and hoped it could comfort you until he could come up. Food was gone by this point, literally all of it. Nobody spoke for a few minutes until Ikaris broke the tense silence.

“So where does the girl..Davina.. Come in..”

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'In order for you not to feel anything from All of Us Strangers, you almost have to suffer from chronic apathy - or a coma. It's rarely classy to casually praise a film unless it actually deserves it, but All of Us Strangers demands praise. The director behind the film is Andrew Haigh (Weekend) who probably reached his creative peak with this film. If not, a bright future awaits.

The plot follows the reclusive TV scriptwriter Adam , played by the brilliant Andrew Scott , who lives a reclusive and rather lonely existence in London. After meeting their drunken neighbor Harry, portrayed by Paul Mescal , they begin a passionate relationship. Adam also encounters visions of his dead parents, played by Jamie Bell and Claire Foy , and relives moments from his past in his old childhood home.

The visions of his parents make Adam question whether several events or happenings in his life are merely a product of his imagination or actual reality.

The moment of redemption – the relief of reconciliation

The film deals with so many layers of the human nature that it almost feels overwhelming to untangle. Adam's loneliness and the raw questions surrounding his sexuality, along with the childhood trauma he experienced following the tragic death of his parents, result in many pieces of his emotional puzzle still missing. He seems to live in a constant limbo between his past and the ability to move on.

The scenes where Adam tentatively seeks absolution and comfort from his parents in his childhood home are both heartfelt and fragile. Everything that Adam experienced during his upbringing and in his adult life, the absence of his parents, he now seeks their understanding and blessing for.

The redemptive moments when Adam reunites with both his parents in understanding and forgiveness are a cinematic primordial force. The parents' inadequacy and misunderstanding of Adam's person at a young age is gradually sorted out, and as an audience you desperately hope that it will result in a satisfying climax.

At one point, Adam apologizes for constantly waking his mother every night to sleep in his parents' bed, to which his mother says – I'm sorry I didn't enjoy you driving me crazy.

In another strong scene, the family celebrates Christmas together. When the song "Always on my mind" plays, the mother and father spontaneously start singing along and quickly realize that the lyrics reflect their feelings and flaws towards Adam - a scene as beautiful as it is thought-provoking.

Two lonely souls – each other's medicine

The love story with Harry feels completely uncontrived, genuinely passionate and clinically pure. The line "I'll protect you from the hooded claw, keep the vampires from your door" from the song "Power of Love" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood is played when Adam and Harry first meet, and reappears later in the film. Harry symbolizes the piece that Adam is missing in his happiness puzzle and the power that protects him from that which saps him of joy and happiness.

Both Harry and Adam are two lonely individuals who are in equal need of each other's company and love in order to find belonging.

The film touches on many aspects of life that ordinary people reflect on all the time. The ability to dare to let someone into your life and let this person help you, love you and challenge you. No one wants to go through life and only be a stranger to their surroundings. Interactions with strangers can be paths to self-realization and personal growth if we only learn to open our hearts and minds to the unknown.

The acting performances, script work, music score – yes the whole movie overall, leaves me with a feeling of gratitude as I leave the theater. A few times in my life, this feeling has appeared after a visit to the cinema. To be able to experience this from time to time is a blessing - so a standing ovation from me, thank you.

#Andrew Scott #Andrew Haigh #All of Us Strangers #Weekend #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Always on My Mind #Pet Shop Boys #Frankie Goes to Hollywood #The Power of Love

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about me. . .

Lillian, 23, she/her, panromantic asexual, pots, adhd, infp, 2w1

follower of Jesus, friend to bugs, obsessed with dinosaurs

aspiring author, fanfic writer, jewelry maker & paleoartist

what i’m typing. . .

REQUESTS

"silver fox”, terry silver x younger!reader [age gap] [mini series]

ONE-SHOTS/MINI SERIES

“extending hospitality”, obi-wan kenobi x reader [part three] [mini series conclusion] ON HIATUS

“reflections of the heart”, severus snape x reader [mini series]

“the guilt of seven graves”, severus snape x reader [one-shot] [dark content warning]

"of gits and glowers", severus snape x reader [one-shot]

links and resources. . .

main masterlist

imagines/preferences masterlist

request guidelines

my spotify (including character themed playlists and povs)

characters i obsess over. . .

alan grant, aragorn, august booth, beetlejuice, beorn, bofur, bruno madrigal, daniel larusso, data soong, din djarin, dwalin, eddie munson, elrond, frodo baggins, george of the jungle, haldir, heimdall, jack sparrow, jareth, johnny lawrence, killian jones, loki, obi-wan kenobi, remus lupin, rick o'connell, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold, severus snape, silco, spencer shay, spock, tarrant hightopp, terry silver, thranduil, tyrion lannister

ariel, arya stark, brienne of tarth, danaerys targaryen, emma swan, frankie bernstein, jinx, katniss everdeen, leia organa, merida, mulan, natasha romanoff, regina mills, sansa stark, zelena

my fandoms. . .

TV/SERIES:

once upon a time, outlander, arcane, star trek (tos, tng, voy, pic), stargate (sg-1, atlantis, universe), cobra kai, game of thrones, good omens, our flag means death, the last of us, the clone wars, the mandalorian, the book of boba fett, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, grace and frankie, the waltons, matlock, sherlock, icarly, 2000s nickelodeon/disney channel shows

MOVIES:

the hobbit, the lord of the rings, harry potter, the chronicles of narnia, star wars, star trek, marvel/mcu, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, the karate kid (I-III), labyrinth, hunt for the wilderpeople, sense and sensibility (1995), alice in wonderland (2010), finding neverland (2004), the phantom of the opera (2004), beetlejuice, the nightmare before christmas, the little mermaid, emperor’s new groove, tinker bell, and a gazillion more

BOOKS:

the hunger games, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, the true confessions of charlotte doyle, percy jackson series, the selection series, anything austen or brontë, and a lot of heckin’ good fanfiction

WEBTOONS/COMICS:

lore olympus, let’s play, midnight in poppy land, the wolfman of wulvershire, suitor armor, he’s harmless i swear, the first night with the duke, the remarried empress, tricked into becoming the heroine’s stepmother, subzero, what’s up beanie, not even bones, my gently raised beast, your throne, madame outlaw, the wrath & the dawn, forever after, siren’s lament, eaternal nocturnal, age matters, of swamp & sea, lady knight, house of stars, archie comics: big ethel energy, blood stain, punderworld, i love yoo, brass & sass, miss widow, and even more (obviously I’m obsessed with them)

VIDEO GAMES:

animal crossing: new horizons, animal crossing: new leaf, animal crossing: city folk, breath of the wild, the wind waker, jedi fallen order, the last of us (I & II), any and all lego games, and more!

MUSIC/GENRES:

film scores/soundtracks, musicals, reggae, alternative/indie, celtic punk, celtic music, various independent instrumentals/composers, folk rock, 70s/80s rock, indie folk, pop, and a sprinkle of everything else (I listen to almost every genre, it just depends on what my soul needs in the moment! music is so cathartic, i’m almost always listening to it)

james newton howard, howard shore, bear mccreary, rachel portman, anne dudley, alexandre desplat, john powell, john williams, harry gregson-williams, mark isham, bob marley & the wailers, jack johnson, dave matthews band, red house painters, iron & wine, cat stevens, daft punk, adele, lord huron, fleetwood foxes, dodie, birdy, avril lavigne, priscilla ahn, AND SO MANY MORE! (i freaking love music)

if you want to know more or chat about any shared fandoms or inquire about unlisted fandoms or interests, just dm me!

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Micheleamidalajedi's fanfiction and moodboard masterlist! 💫

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

T'challa

Kate bishop

Bucky Barnes

Shuri

Thor

Okoye

Luke Cage

Carol Danvers

Peter Parker

Jessica Jones

Sam Wilson

Pepper Potts

Clint Barton

Nakia

Tony Stark

Emily Prentiss

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Matthew Simmons

Tara Lewis

Luke Alvez

Kate Callahan

Aaron Hotchner

Ashley Seaver

Cedric Diggory

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Katie Bell

Neville Longbottom

Minerva Mcgonagall

Blaise Zabini

Nymphodora Tonks

Rubeus Hagrid

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy

Jill Valentine

Leon Kennedy

Helena Harper

Carlos Oliveira

Claire Redfield

Jake Muller

Sherry Birkin

Chris Redfield

Alice

Piers Nivan

Sheva Alomar

Nick Stokes

Sara Sidle

Greg Sanders

Catherine Willows

Warrick Brown

Mia Dickerson

Gil Grissom

Riley Adams

Raymond Langston

Julie Finlay

Tifa Lockhart

Hope Esthiem

Oerba Dia Vanille

Cloud Strife

Aerith Gainsborough

Snow Villers

Lighting Farron

Vincent Valentine

Oerba Yun Fang

Zack Fair

Yuffie Kirasagi

Prompto Argentum

Serah Farron

Squall Leonhart

Erik Lehnsherr

Jubliee

Peter Maximoff

Ororo Munroe

Charles Xavier

Raven Darkholme

Warren Worthington

Kitty Pryde

Kurt Wagner

Gambit

Rogue

Logan Howlett

Magik

Alexx Woods

Ryan Wolfe

Natalia Boa Vista

Horatio Caine

Marisol Delko

Jesse Cardoza

Calleigh Duquesne

Walter Simmons

Eric Delko

Kyle Harmon

Mordin Solus

Liara T'soni

Garrus Vakarian

Jack

Thane Krios

Tali'zorah nar rayya

Urdnot Wrex

Suvi Anwar

Liam Kostas

Kasumi Goto

Jaal ama darav

Pelessaria B'sayle

Leia Organa

Finn

Padme Amidala

Din Djarin

Ashoka Tano

Poe Dameron

Rey Skywalker

Galen Marek

Jyn Erso

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Luke Skywalker

Cara Dune

Hunter

Omega

Tech

Cere Junda

Echo

Aayla Secura

Crosshair

Shaak Ti

Wrecker

Mission Vao

Cal Kestis

Barriss Offee

Qui gon jin

Miscellaneous

Don Billingsley

Celine Naville

Santiago Garcia

Kimberly Corman

Bam Margera

Mahtilda

Alex Law

Monica Long Dutton

Wally West

Kara AX400

Robert Lewis

Wendy Christensen

Frank Mccullen

Beverly Marsh

Connor RK900

Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan

Ahkmenrah

Kairi

Christopher Robin

Aqua

Mike Hanlon

Leliana

Terra

Haruhi Fujioka

Koujaku

Tauriel

Ben Miller

Galadariel

Peter Pevensie

Mason "Mace" Brown

Ventus

Susan Pevensie

Will Miller

Judy Alvarez

Gavin "Spinner" Mason

Callie Adams Foster

Frodo

Tori Spring

Kaldur'ahm

Jane Vaughn

Murphy Macmanus

Panam Palmer

Ryan Dunn

Eowyn

Harland Mckenna

Artemis Crock

Adam Banks

Emma Nelson

Benjamin "Hawkeye" Pierce

Lucy Pevensie

Connor Kent

Peyton Sawyer

Edmund Pevensie

Connie Monreau

Kung Jin

Carol Peletier

Guy Germaine

Brooke Davis

Johnny Knoxville

Emily Fields

Ben Hanscom

Jacqui Briggs

Charlie Conway

Beth Greene

Luis Mendoza

Amelia Sheperd

Elliott Alderson

Heather Mason

John Wick

Azula

Takashi Takeda

Beth Dutton

Aragorn

Cassie Cage

Kazuma Kiryu

Megan Morse

Chris Pontius

Ellie Nash

Legolas Greenleaf

Mariana Foster

Dick Grayson

Lara Croft

Frankie Morales

Sera

Mark Renton

Julia Salinger

Rip Wheeler

Pixie O'brien

Casi

Foxy Cleopatra

Austin Powers

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y/i/n

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y/i/n so.. mr valentines.. ❤️

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devonleecarlson i made you hot chocolate in a bowl just how u like it come home beby🥺

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↪️ devonleecarlson @tchalamet idk like bring her home and share her for once???

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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Let the Best Man Win - Part 4

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Summary: You’ve known Frankie all your life and have harboured a crush on him for as long as you can remember. Thing is, he doesn't feel the same. Little do you know, his best friend has a thing for you. What happens when you learn this leads to a messy chain of events that’ll leave more than one person with their heartbroken...

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader, Reader x Ben Miller

Warnings: I'm just going to say that there are some heavy subjects in this chapter and if you're easily triggered with anything to do with babies or pregnancy. Please don't read. This is seriously angsty and I'm sorry in advance.

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

Ben sat vigil by Frankie's bed. He'd cried numerous times over the state he'd left his friend in. His face was black and blue, the white butterfly stitches pulling his cuts closed standing out in stark contrast to the rest of his complexion. He hated how he'd let himself go. Let himself get consumed by his anger. He'd barely spoken to you in the three days Frankie had been here, he needed time to figure out what he wanted but he was becoming pretty sure it wasn't you anymore.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a weak groan. His eyes flew open when he looked up at his friend who was coming to, slowly but surely. Ben frantically pressed the bell on the bed as Frank started to become more and more aware, his groans getting louder. He cried as the pain started to filter through and awareness returned to him. God he hurt.

"It's okay Fish." Ben soothed "Help's coming brother. Just try and relax."

Frankie calmed at the sound of Ben's voice, his vitals calming a little as a few nurses and the doctor filed into his room.

"Francisco, my name is Dr Hill. Can you hear me?" He asked slowly, smiling when Frankie nodded "Great. Now can you try and open your eyes for me, Francisco?"

"He prefers Frankie." Ben piped up, grabbing the doctor's attention "Francisco makes him feel like he's in trouble."

"Frankie, if you can, can you open your eyes for me." The doctor asked again.

The man grunted a little, trying his hardest to open his heavy, swollen, eyelids and eventually he managed it. There was a moment of calm before his monitor started to blare and everyone started to fuss.

"What's going on?"

"Frankie, I need you to calm down for me okay?" The doctor urged, a nurse taking Frank's hand in an attempt to soothe him "I know this is all a bit much but you need to calm down."

"I can't see." The man cried and Ben's heart broke.

"Okay, just try to calm down."

"I can't see." He cried out again "Why can't I see?"

"You took some pretty hard blows to the head. It's most likely temporary." The doctor assured but still, Frankie wouldn't calm.

He started to hyperventilate.

"We might need to sedate him." The doctor told a nurse to his left "Come on Frankie, you need to breathe okay? Try and follow me." Hill stated as he began to exaggerate his breaths so Frankie could follow them but the man was having none of it.

Hill nodded at the nurse he'd just spoken to and she quickly sprinted from the room. Returning with a syringe containing a fluid that she injected into Frank's IV. It didn't take long for the drug to take effect and the man was drifting. A moment later, the alarms on his monitor calmed down as he did. Ben watched this all from the corner of the room. His heart was in his throat as he awaited something, anything, from the doctor to tell him how Frankie was.

"We've had to sedate him for now." The doctor stated as he made his way over to the younger Miller "He appears to be suffering from sight loss. This isn't uncommon with patients that have suffered from a TBI. We will run some tests to be sure but I'm confident that it's temporary."

"He's a pilot." Ben stated as his eyes drifted to a sleeping Frankie "He'll be devastated if he loses his sight. It'll kill him doc."

"Like I said. I'm confident it's temporary." Doctor Hill said with a nod as he gave Ben's arm a friendly tap.

He watched as the doctor left, eyes filled with Fresh tears as he allowed himself to make his way back over to his friend and resume his place beside him.

This was all such a mess.

...

You walked through the door to Frankie's room a little after lunch. You'd brought Ben food like you did every day and you expected to be ignored like he had every day since the incident happened.

"Brought some food." You piped up, noting how he acknowledged you this time "How is he?"

"He woke up." Ben replied, his eyes not leaving the man across from him "They had to sedate him. He's woken up blind and he panicked... understandably."

"Blind?" You gasped and he nodded.

"Doc assures me it's temporary. They did a few tests. Said something about swelling around the optical nerve but still."

"If it's only temporary then it's okay Ben. He'll be okay."

"Yeah well, I looked it up." He spat, finally tearing his eyes away to look at you "And it could lead to permanent damage. There's still a chance he won't get his sight back and that's my fault Bug."

"Ben this is my fault." You stated, "This is all my fault and I'm so sorry."

Ben's eyes then fell to where your hand rested on your stomach. You weren't really showing yet but something shifted inside of him. Something protective and primal and completely unexpected burst from him. He was on his feet in a second, stalking over to you where he pulled you into his arms and held you tight.

"Ben?"

"We need to work all this out Bug." He said into your hair "Now I'm pretty certain this baby is mine but I know it could be Fish's too. So we need to work this shit out."

"There's a test they can do."

"I know. I looked it up but there's a chance of miscarriage so we are absolutely, one hundred per cent not doing that." He stated and you nodded "You hurt me Bug and I don't think I can move on from this." He continued and you nodded numbly "I can't be with you after this but I want to be a part of my baby's life. So... we need to work this shit out. When Frank wakes up we need to talk all this through. Get the truth out there in the open and put it to bed."

You nodded again, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"If Fish is the dad well, I'll be disappointed but I'll still be there for you and the kid. We may not be together but we can still be friends."

"Okay." You choked, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you stepped back out of Ben's arms "I uh... I need to go."

"Don't you wanna wait till he wakes up?" He asked in a soft tone which just hurt even more.

"I can't." You sobbed and he nodded "I just... I can't. I'm sorry."

You practically sprinted from the room. You couldn't stay there a moment longer, you had to leave. When you made it to your car you allowed yourself to cry openly. You'd known it was coming. It had been inevitable and yet still it hurt to know that you and Ben were over. You were alone.

And you deserved to be.

You kept yourself away for the weeks that followed. You needed time to process and grieve but when your 5-month scan came due. You knew you couldn't avoid them any longer. So you were relieved when Ben had arranged a little gathering at his. It would be the perfect opportunity to show them the latest scan pictures and possibly learn the sex.

The scan went fine. The doctor had been happy with the baby's progress and had put the sex in an envelope for you. You'd popped overnight and so it had been a struggle to find anything that fit you and so you'd ended up settling on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater that clung to your bump. You had arrived at Ben's a little later than the others, your appointment started late and thrown the rest of your day off but when you'd stepped into Ben's lounge, you smiled when Frankie caught sight of you.

"Hey Bug." He said, his expression nervous as he walked up to you "How are you?"

"I should be asking you that." You chuckled, noting his bruises had healed but he still had a few pink scars littering his face "You uh... you got your sight back?"

"More or less." He replied with a shrug "Still struggling to see things a little but I've been assured by the doctors that it all takes time."

"That's good."

"Been grounded though." He continued, hurt flashing across his face "Just until I can pass the medical."

You nodded.

"I deserve all this though." Frankie sighed "I fucked with my best friends girl." He finished, his eyes then drifting to your now prominent bump and growing wide.

"Yup... popped like overnight." You chuckled as your eyes followed his line of sight "I uh... I went to the scan today. Everything looks good. Even got the sex in an envelope." You replied, pulling it from your bag "Thought I'd see if you and Ben wanted to know before I looked."

"Bug, you made it." Piped up Ben as he walked into the room "How are you... hows the..." He trailed off as he looked at your growing stomach "You're showing Bug."

"Yeah." You chuckled and he pulled you into a tight embrace "I was just telling Fish, I have the sex in this envelope. If you wanna know I thought we could look together?"

"I definitely wanna know." Exclaimed Ben as he looked over at Frankie "Fish?"

"Yeah." He replied, "Yeah I'd like to know."

"Okay." You replied with a smile.

"Why don't we all sit together on the couch and Will can tell us. That way we all learn at the same moment... except for Will of course."

"Yeah." You smiled "I like that idea."

Ben eagerly dragged you to the couch, placing you in the middle before he sat on one side and Frankie sat on the other. You handed the envelope to Will who stood across from you all, pulling the paper out and grinning as he read it.

"Well?" Ben shrieked and you all chuckled.

"It's a boy." He announced and you sobbed with joy.

Ben pulled you into an excitable kiss before jumping up and down on his ass like a kid who'd gotten what he wanted for his birthday. You then glanced at Frankie, he was sitting there in silence, smiling at you as he watched you process the news.

"You happy?" You asked and he nodded with a smile.

"Yeah." He paused, kissing you gently "I'm happy."

The evening became a celebration then. The boys all drinking and pinging off baby names ideas to one another. You loved how excited they were but it also broke your heart to know that one of them was and one wasn't the father of this life growing inside of you. Later in the evening, you'd started to feel uncomfortable. You'd been lucky so far with all the side effects that came with pregnancy. It seemed, however, like they were all appearing at once. You excused yourself to the loo when the cramps started, you'd known it was a bad idea to eat that much macaroni and cheese but when you locked the door, suddenly weren't sure this was what you thought it was.

You'd been gone over 10 minutes when Frankie grew worried. He'd noticed you seemed a little pale and had wanted to ask if you were okay but then you'd excused yourself and he'd missed his chance.

"I'm just gonna see if Bug's okay." He stated, "She's been a while."

Ben and Will nodded before returning to the game on the TV. Frankie made his way to the bathroom door. He knocked, calling your name a few times before knocking again but no answer came.

"Bug, are you okay?"

He then heard a muffled thump and his stomach dropped. He didn't even think about it. He forced the door open with his shoulder and gasped when he found you laying on the floor. Bleeding...

"Bug?" He choked as he pulled you into his arms "Bug, can you hear me?" He sobbed "BEN."

The Miller brothers were there in the blink of an eye, dropping to your side as Frankie rocked you in his arms.

"Call an ambulance." He choked and Will complied, pulling his cell phone from his pocket and calling for help.

"Bug, can you hear me?" Ben called out but you didn't respond, his eyes then travelling down to the blood that pooled between your thighs "Is she losing the baby?" He sobbed and Frankie broke.

"I don't know, Ben."

...

They all waited patiently for news on you and the baby. It had been hours. Tom and Santi had arrived a little while after, the two men helping Will try and keep Frankie and Ben together. The look on the EMT's faces when they'd told them you were 5 months along still haunted them both.

Frankie was silently punishing himself. He knew he'd wronged his best friend. He's taken advantage of your feelings for him to get what he wanted to he'd wrong you just as much but did he really deserve this? To lose the son he'd only recently learned he might get.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Will "How's she and the baby doing?"

The doctor sighed as he said your name, looking gingerly at you all before he continued "We managed to stabilise her but things are still touch and go. We will do all we can for her." He stated, Ben, choked on a sob.

"And the baby?" Santi asked and the doctors face fell even more.

"We weren't able to save the baby." He stated and Frankie dropped to his knees "I'm truly sorry."

"Frank?" Ben called out as he noted the man on his knees and then his heart twisted at the sound that fell from Frankie's lips.

It was unlike anything any of them had ever heard before. It was the sound of pure, grief and despair.

"Is he the father?" The doctor asked Will and the man nodded "Well it could be him or my brother."

"He lived for about half an hour but he was just too early." The doctor said as he looked at Ben and Frankie who were now holding each other as they sobbed "Do you want to learn who the paternal father was?" He asked Will and the man shook his head

"I don't think that will be necessary." He replied and the doctor nodded.

"When can we see her?" Asked Santi as he took a step forward.

"She's being monitored closely right now. Perhaps in a few hours." The doctor replied and the men all nodded "I will get someone to fetch you."

"Thanks, doc," Will said as he gave the man a small nod.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." He said before leaving.

The guys didn't move Ben or Frankie from where they sobbed on the floor. They just stood there with heavy hearts as they watched the men grieve. Two fathers lamenting the son they'd lost because that was the truth of it all. They'd both lost him.

You lay in your bed, numb to everything around you. You'd been released from the hospital that morning and the boys had brought you home. Frankie refused to leave your side when you'd gotten back but you'd begged him to leave.

You just wanted to be alone.

As you lay there you started to wonder if this really was fit punishment for your sins. You'd only learned the day it happened you were going to have a little boy and then he was torn away from you just as fast. Did the crime truly fit the punishment?

Frank and Ben sat in your lounge, a nervous silence hanging over their heads. They truly had no idea how to deal with this. How to support you as you came to terms with your loss because the truth was they hadn't even started to.

"I wish I knew what to say to her." Ben piped up after a while "Like, when were together, I always knew what to say to cheer her up. Dunno how but I did and now. Now I don't think there's a single thing I can say or do that's going to help her through this.

"Me either." Frankie concurred "I uh... I never thought I'd get the chance to be a dad. So when I learned she was pregnant well, I just knew I wanted that kid so fucking much. I'll confess if he'd turned out to be yours I think that would have killed me."

"He wasn't." Stated Ben and Frankie looked up at him with a confused expression.

"What?"

"I asked them to do a DNA test." He stated plainly, his eyes off somewhere in the distance "At first I didn't think I needed to know but that first night. It ate away at me and I had to know for sure."

He paused, his eyes finally resting on Frankie who was watching him so closely. His brows were drawn together as he waited for Ben to finish his story.

"I trimmed a few hairs from your head when you were sleeping by her bed that morning. Took them along with some of mine to get tested and well yeah... he was yours."

Frankie's hand flew up to his mouth as he choked on a sob. He wasn't sure how he felt about learning this information. A part of him felt betrayed. He'd not really wanted to know whether or not the baby was his, but there was also a part of him that was glad it was out there now.

"Shit I know I shouldn't have but Fish... I had to know."

"I get it." Frank replied, scraping a shaky hand over his face "I just... shit it hurts more now."

"I was relieved." Ben confessed, his eyes filling with tears as he thought about it "For a brief second I was relieved that he was yours and not mine because a small part of me still wanted to punish you for everything but then I hated myself for thinking that way. Shit, you almost died for your mistake, you didn't, don't deserve this."

1 month earlier...

Frankie looked strange laying there with bandages over his eyes. It had been two days since he'd woken up. He had barely spoken a word to anyone, just sat there in silence. Trapped in his own dark prison.

"How are you feeling today?" Ben asked gingerly, guilt still consuming his every cell.

"I hurt like hell and I'm blind." Frank spat "What do you think?"

"Shit Fish... I'm so sorry that I-"

"I'm not angry at you." Frankie interrupted "Shit if anything I deserve this." He paused, his head pushing further back into the cushion behind it "I... I shouldn't have come out with it like that but I... I couldn't believe she'd known for like a month that she was pregnant and she didn't tell me. I get I fucked up but shit. I had a right to know."

"Yeah, Ben replied, "You did and that's on her."

"She been by at all?" He asked and Ben nodded.

"Yeah, she did at first." He replied, "But I broke things off with her and she hasn't come back since."

"You broke up with her?" Frankie asked in shock, his head rolling in Ben's direction.

"Yeah, I... well I said that we need to work shit out... But that I couldn't be with her. I can't stay with her after that."

"But you can sit with me, the guy who started all this, and apologise for hurting him."

"Fuck Fish I almost killed you." He snapped "You had blood literally spewing from your mouth. You couldn't breathe and you had to have surgery. I went too far and I have my whole life to live with that guilt. Yeah I'm still pissed and it'll take a while for me to move on from this but I can't be with her." He continued, his voice shaky "It's over between her and me."

"Have you spoken to her?"

"I've tried." He confirmed, his eyes wandering to his phone sat on the table beside him "She ignores all my calls and the others too. I guess she just needs time to process."

"I'm sorry." Frankie said suddenly, his tone changing "I know she made you happy and you made her happy too. I fucked that and I'm sorry."

"I know, Fish." Ben replied, placing a friendly hand on the man's forearm "I know."

Present-day...

You'd finally convinced the boys to leave a few days prior. They'd slept on your couch every day for two weeks since you'd left hospital, fawning over every little thing and smothering you to distraction. You'd barely had a moment to yourself and you'd hated it. So you decided the best way to move on... was to move. No one knew your plans. You found a house, your job was remote so you packed up and left. The lorries had unloaded the last of your things and as you looked around your new lounge, filled with your life packed away in cardboard boxes you felt a weight lift.

This was a new start.

A new life.

...

When Frankie arrived at yours, he knocked several times before deciding to use his key. He'd brought you some of your favourite take-out, hoping it would make up for how overprotective he'd been since you'd left the hospital. He and Ben had realised after you'd tossed them out that they'd been overboard with how they'd been dealing with things but he hoped this peace offering would be a step in the right direction.

The bag fell from his arms when he stepped into your home to find it empty. The walls were void of photos, the spots where they sat, paler than the paint around them. His heart started to race as he pulled out his phone, dialling your number and putting it to his ear only to be greeted with 'This number has been disconnected.'

He tried over and over in vain but still, he got the same message and his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces when he'd realised what had happened. So he dialled a different number, his hand quivering as he held it to his ear.

"Hi, Ben it's me." He said, his voice cracking as he spoke "I'm at Bug's... She's gone."

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yourfavisabaudelaireguardian · 2 years

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Every Baudelaire Guardian (So Far)

This list is a long overdue way for y’all to see past guardians before requesting and a way for me to keep track of who I’ve already made a guardian, so let’s get this train rollin’!

(All Guardians names from first to most recent under the cut, will be updated as more characters are requested)

Kirby

Frankie Stein

Phoenix Wright

Harry Greenwood

Hiccup and Astrid Haddock

Reginald Hargreeves

Toriel

The Sorting Hat

Jack Skellington

@/virtualfindingsdocumented

Noodle

BMO

Reigen Arataka

Taako Taaco

John Mulaney

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

Chidi Anagonye

The Kratt Brothers

Ronald McDonald

CoryXKenshin

Freddy Mercury

Darth Vader

Jefferson Davis

Marie Kondo

Jonathan Van Ness

Maes Hughes

Harold Hill

Dutch van der Linde

Isabelle

@/milesgonzalomorales

You

Carol Danvers

Molly Weasley

Grunkle Stan

Magnus Bane

Scott Howl

William Shakespeare

George Salazar

@/unfortunate-stranger-losers

Luke Skywalker

Belle

Yoshi

@/barb-baudelaire

Luigi

Soldier 76

Emily the Corpse Bride

Neil Cicierega and Ming Doyle

Optimus Prime

Papyrus

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Julian Devorak

Rex Dangervest

Meta Knight

Moominmamma and Moominpappa

Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert

A knife

David

A bigger knife

Xemnas

Tony Stark

@/badasouefanficideas

MatPat, Safiya Nygaard and Rosanna Pansino

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Miss Honey

MatPat but with StephPat this time

Thomas Sanders

Magnus and Julia Burnsides

Ruff Ruffman

Willy Wonka

An even bigger knife

Amy Rose

Video Game Sonic the Hedgehog

Scott Lang

A Googly Eyed Slinky

@/snicketstrange

@/sqenthusiast , formerly @/larry-your-gayter

A Dog

@/teeny-beany, formerly @/afarmforthree

The Crystal Gems

@/arisabunni, formerly @/hongmoondescendant

The Biggest Knife Ever in Bowie, Texas

Malina Weissman, Louis Hynes and Presley Smith

Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Linda and Laurence Flynn-Fletcher

Alice Liddell

Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz

Lancer

Demi Lovato

Princess Peach

Marianne

Dad Egbert

Bayonetta

Phil Coulson

The Phantom of The Opera / Erik Destler

Original Design of Live Action Sonic

Thumb-thumbs

@/bi-baudelaires

Shrek

Greg Universe

@/cloverlady

Brian David Gilbert

Robert Manion

Yondu Udonta

Seven

Mary Poppins

Monika

Cherry

The VFDiscord

Ke$ha

Jay Gatsby

Kermit the Frog

Brandon Rogers

@/someones-mayhem

S. Theodora Markson

Chris McLean

Pepper Potts

James

Linebeck

Lucretia

@/olivia-caliban

@/oliviacalibans, formerly @/olivia-calibansnicket

Iris, Talia and Auriana

Final Pam

Miss Frizzle

Crowley and Aziraphale

La Muerte

Leo Valdez

Princess Tiana

Cats (2019)

Bubblegum and Marceline

Gary Goodspeed

Otto Wood

Ouran High School Host Club

Mothman

Tulio, Miguel, and Chel

Quentin Coldwater

Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey

Garfield

Fix-It Felix and Sergeant Tamora Calhoun

Barbara and Adam Maitland

Kit Snicket

Dan and Phil

Cole

Bill Nye

The Untitled Goose

Scooby Doo

@/vacuum-fluorescent-display

@/violetsnickets

@/broke-on-books

Eleanor Shellstrop

@/m-orgueous

@/aseriesofhyperfixation

@/vfdbaudelairefile13

Rosalina

Brennan Lee Mulligan

Spyro

Batman

Final Design of Live Action Sonic

Dio Brando

The Bad Kids

Erika and Princess Annelise

Hat Kid

Princess Diana

Marshall Mallow

Milo

Giovanni Potage

Hermes

Oliver and Lisa Douglas

Grogu

Din Djarin

Percy King

Miss Acacia

Wrench

Nico Di Angelo

Aizawa

Kobe Bryant

George Memeulous

@/thesciencebros

Ozma of Oz

@/beth-the-robot-enthusiast

Gerard and Lindsey Way

Merle Highchurch

Jerma985

Commander Up

Oliver and Felicity Queen

Steve and Alex

Dale Cooper

Miss Alma Le Fay Peregrine

Queen Barb of the Rock Trolls

Shadow the Hedgehog

Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

Jonathan Joestar

Spinel

Mayor Damien

Fairy Mary

Gomez and Morticia Addams

Unus

Eijiro Kirishima

Blue the Dog

@/lostf3ralchild

The Parr Family/ The Incredibles

Five Hargreeves

The Imagination Movers

Coraline Jones

Charles and Jerome Squalor

Clarisse La Rue

The Fellowship of the Ring

Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck

Alucard Tepes, Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades

Minnie Le Guin

Barry Bluejeans and Lup Taako

Cyrus and Evelyn Laurie

Red Guy and Duck

Felix Unger and Oscar Madison

Mr. Nicholas Benedict

Asgore

Satine

Ted Spankoffski

Toko Fukawa and Komaru Naegi

Samuel Vimes

Ph1lza

Rick O'Connell and Evie Carnahan

Leon Kennedy

Team Dark

Sasha Nein

Sam and Max

Drawfee Cast

Bruno Madrigal

The Amazing Karnak

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #baudelaire orphans guardians

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𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏𝟒.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

Sunday, 12 July

Birds were chirping outside Y/N’s bedroom window, humming some sort of song that she now proclaimed to be her new favourite. Slowly, she blinked herself awake, yawning as she rubbed at her eyes, adjusting her eyes to the surrounding scenery. For a split second she completely forgot where she was. The room looked different, it didn’t smell of Bessie’s morning toastie and burnt bacon. No, her surroundings were a stark white in the early morning sun and the room smelled of freshly brewed coffee. However, that coffee couldn’t have been fresh, because the person beside her in bed didn’t seem to be very awake.

Y/N had turned over onto her back sometime that night, both arms bent above her head, nuzzling into the quilt Harry had laid over her along with his duvet. Breathing calmly, looking utterly content, Harry was on his stomach, one arm under his head while the other was lazily draped over her stomach, his thumb resting dangerously close to her left breast. He looked peaceful, tips of his dark curls given the colour of fresh honey in the lazy sunbeams shining through the open window, he must’ve opened it and the blinds when he woke up to report earlier.

He opened his eyes slowly, as if he could sense that she wasn’t asleep any longer, meeting her eyes right away. The green of his pupils looked like the moors outside, just as pretty, just as full of promise for opportunities and adventure.

“Morning,” she croaked, yawning again as she rubbed her eyes.

“Did my alarms wake you up at all?” he asked, voice hoarse with sleep still, though Y/N knew he had been up all of two, it not three times already.

“Nope,” she said, giving him a smile though her face was still swollen from a long night of sleep. “I haven’t slept that well in ages.”

“I didn’t wake you up?”

“No.”

“Not once?”

She giggled, looking at him as he slowly started to smile back at her. “No.”

“Promise?”

She laughed, turning on her side to face him. “Promise.”

“And you say you’re a light sleeper,” Harry huffed, removing his hand from where it rested on top of her. The lack of pressure on her ribcage felt strange all of a sudden.

“Did you make a coffee brew earlier?”

“Yeah, when I woke up at 6 to do the report.” Harry sat up, running his hands over his face. “I don’t usually go back to bed, but I kind of needed it this time around. Absolutely, blindingly knackered. Fuckin’ hell.”

“What’s the time?”

“Just past eight,” Harry answered, getting up from bed. “So, I might have to go report.”

“Go do that.”

“Figured out earlier that I have to change the bulbs soon, the ones in the lamp in the bell room.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Soon?”

“Coming week probably, just gotta drive down to Pendeen or Longships ‘cause I haven’t done this before and I’ll need a tutorial.” Harry got up from bed, running a hand through his already messy hair as he opened the window by the couch to let some air run through the tiny cottage. “Anyway, I’ll go and report.”

She watched as he strolled outside, already wearing his denim shorts and a Frankie Goes to Hollywood tee shirt to take on the new day. Y/N looked around the tidy house, smiling to herself as she again could hear the birds singing outside, bidding her good morning.

She got up, walking over to the bathroom to do her business, then she washed her face and looked through Harry’s stuff till she found some moisturiser right next to a small bottle of lube. Y/N did not want to even bloody think about the reason he’d bought that, not when he knew he had most likely used it with Emilia. She applied some moisturiser before putting it back where she found it, then walked right out and to his kitchen. First she made some tea, then she looked through his fridge to see what she could make for breakfast for the two of them. She found two eggs, cheese, and basil, along with some cherry tomatoes he had in a small bowl on the counter, and figured that would do for a great breakfast. As she was frying the omelette, she heard something that resembled a car motor in the distance. Walking over to the window above the dining table, Y/N saw a red Volvo driving up the road to the lighthouse. Thinking they were there for Harry and he couldn’t come to greet them right then because he was busy, Y/N slid the tomato omelette onto a plate, cut it in half, put the other half on another plate, and then walked over to the front door, unlocking it just in time to see Grace emerging from the car.

“Hello, Y/N!” Uncle Tim called, grinning at her while giving a slight wave. “Alright?”

“Y/N!” Grace exclaimed, running over to where she stood and throwing her arms around her. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Hiya, you,” Y/N smiled, giving uncle Time a wave before placing her hand on top of Grace’s head. She was wearing the pink and red headband Y/N had given her.

“Just droppin’ Gracie off, is Harry here?”

“Lighthouse.”

“Ah,” uncle Tim nodded. “Tell him to drive her back to the farm later, yeah?”

“Will do.”

And with that, Uncle Tim drove off, leaving Y/N and Grace to be alone for the time being. Grace walked around Y/N and into the house, and Y/N followed her, closing the door behind them. Grace walked up to the two breakfast plates, eyes growing wide before she looked back to Y/N, grinning from ear to ear.

“Is that for me?”

Y/N’s first instinct was to tell Grace that it wasn’t, that she had originally planned for her and Harry to have breakfast alone together, but the little girl looked so happy at the prospect of food that Y/N could simply not take that joy away from her with a simple and curt ‘no’.

“If you want it,” Y/N said, grinning as Grace squealed and took a plate, running over to sit by the dining table. Y/N took her plate and brought some cutlery for herself, putting it down on the table beside her own plate. “Tea or water?”

“Water, please,” Grace said, eating some of her omelette. Y/N poured Grace a glass of water before making a cup of tea for herself, then walked over to the table and sat down, eager to finally have some proper food in her system and not just half the cucumber she had eaten the night before.

“I thought you were vegetarian,” Grace said, licking some of the yolk off from around her lips.

“I am,” Y/N answered, sitting back in her chair before taking a piece of the apple she cut, biting into it. “Why?”

“You’re eating eggs.”

Y/N looked down at her plate, suddenly realising that Grace was very right. She was eating eggs, which she hadn’t thought of till now might not be a vegetarian food choice. Quickly, Y/N reached for her phone, going onto Google and doing a search as Grace watched in anticipation. Small giggles could be heard from the other side of the table, Y/N stuck her nose out at Grace. While reading, Y/N realised if an egg was not fertilised and never going to become an animal, it would be considered vegetarian and thought of as an animal byproduct along with milk and butter. However, Y/N wasn’t about to tell a seven-year-old that.

“It is considered vegetarian,” Y/N said, turning the phone around so her little friend could see, though it was clear Grace did not know what Y/N was showing her.

“Nay was worried,” Grace giggled, taking another bite out of the omelette.

Y/N put her phone away, furrowing her brows lightly. “What you mean?”

Grace shrugged her shoulders before she used both her hands to sip her water some. “Nanay did some research when we found out you were vegetarian, so she started listing all these things that you could eat and the things you couldn’t, and eggs were one of them on some website and not on others.”

“Jessa did research on vegetarianism?” Though Y/N knew Jessa had, she hadn’t realised just how thorough of a job Harry’s stepmother had done.

“Yeah, she didn’t want you to eat something that you didn’t want to eat,” Grace explained. “I like everything. I eat everything.”

Y/N laughed, shoving the rest of the piece into her mouth just as the door into the cottage opened and Harry stepped inside. He took his shoes off, stopping at the sight of Grace and giving her a huge grin.

“Forgot you were spending the day,” he said, walking over to nick some of the tea Y/N had made earlier.

“You forgot about me?” Grace asked, clearly offended.

“No, Gracie, it was a joke.” Harry brought the piano chair over to the dining table so he could sit down with them. “I need to mow the lawn today.”

Grace’s eyes grew wide as if that made her realise something. Frantically, she looked from Y/N and back to Harry, repeating that a few times before swallowing the bite she’d just taken. “Does that mean I get to pick a big, big, big wildflower bouquet?”

Harry smiled. “Yes, if Y/N’s not busy she can help you.”

“Yay!” Grace got up from the table, running over to Y/N and taking her hand in hers. “Y/N, pleaseeee!”

Y/N chuckled some. “If you let me finish my tea, I’ll help you pick a massive bouquet, yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll go start!” Grace ran outside, appearing outside the kitchen window right away, grinning from ear to ear as she bent down and started picking. The two inside sat watching her for a little while, drinking their hot cuppas and taking life easy, not bothering to run around with Grace when they had been drinking the night before.

“She really likes you,” Harry suddenly said, voice low around the rim of his tea mug.

Y/N glanced over at him. “Does she?”

“Yeah,” Harry smiled. “Thank you for picking flowers with her after this.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I want to.”

Harry nodded, looking down into the dark liquid of his mug. “I, uhm… I thought quite a bit about that… that fight we had… The fight last night. I thought about it this morning.”

For some reason, Y/N felt a sinking feeling inside her chest. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I… I wanted to apologise again.”

“Harry, you don’t have to-“

“-No, I see where you were coming from now. I know what it might look like to you, and, yeah, me walking off with her like that must’ve had you look like a right plonker.”

She nodded, sipping her tea some. “Not a great feeling, no.”

“It’s just… It’s kind of like… she’s part of…” Harry sighed, running a hand over his face. “It’s complicated. Emilia and I, everything there.”

Y/N stayed silent for a minute, eyes on her empty plate. “You obviously have history, I’m not trying to erase that or hurt you in any way, but I think she shouldn’t have done what she did at that beach knowing you had a girlfriend- a fake one,” she added as she saw Harry’s slight smile, he giggled at her. “And it didn’t look good when you walked off with her either. You’re always on about how believable we are, that didn’t exactly make us look like a strong couple.”

Harry pressed his lips together, a slight crease appearing between his brows. “You’re right, it was stupid of me to fight you after it as well.”

“It wasn’t stupid of you, Harry. If you feel strongly about something or if you don’t agree with what I’m saying or doing, you have every right to feel that way and tell me. But choose your battles, some are worth fighting and others aren’t.”

Harry smiled. “That one wasn’t?”

She shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her slight smile.

“Yeah, I’ll agree with you on that one. I shouldn’t be around Emilia, not like that, not after everything that happened.”

Y/N felt a sudden urge to ask him what exactly happened, why was she such a complicated part of his life? Why did he still feel so attached to her?

“Y/N!” Grace yelled from outside, looking through the kitchen window at the two of them. “Y/N, are you coming?!”

Harry and Y/N shared a look, Harry raising his eyebrows and letting go of a long sigh. She only shoved his shoulder playfully before sipping the rest of her tea and then walking outside to be with Grace. The little one was hunched down, humming along to a song that Y/N now recognised as the one Harry wrote, Saving Grace. It was just the melody she was singing to, but Y/N still remembered every single second of it.

“Did Harry tell you about the new flower that has started appearing around here?” Grace asked, already holding a colourful bouquet in her hands.

“Yeah, he mentioned it.”

“It’s this one,” Grace said, holding up a tiny purple blossom. “Bellflower.”

“That’s gorgeous, that is.” Y/N took the flower out of Grace’s hand to look at it a little more closely. It wasn’t spectacular, kind of resembled an open bluebell in a way, but Grace seemed incredibly excited about it. “What kind of flowers do you want in your bouquet then?”

“Every kind!” Grace sang. “I want it to be bigger than big!”

Y/N laughed. “Alright.”

Friday, 17 July

Vintage Divine had been packed. Though Y/N was glad they were getting customers and that tourists from a few towns over or holiday-goers were all visiting the shop and buying tons, it meant there were less things for Y/N to look at. Yes, she should not be spending a lot of time in shops when she was trying to save up money for when she would eventually have to go off to University, it was hard to stay away. Especially when she usually stood chatting to Florence for well over half an hour every time she was checking out.

With a new blouse in her tote bag and a pair of new sunglasses perched on her nose, Y/N strolled along The Terrace, basking in the afternoon sun. Seagulls were singing overhead and the sound and smell of the ocean had a calming effect on her, making her both drowsy and content. It had been a long day of studying at a café in town, getting there when it opened at 9 and staying till well past 6. So, when she arrived at the Inn, she didn’t even bother saying hi to Bessie whom she could hear singing along to a tune on the radio in the kitchen. Y/N walked straight up the stairs and to her room, rummaging through her tote bag to find her keys.

While looking down, she noticed something against the wooden floorboards that she was sure she had never seen before. Looking beyond her tote, she saw something lush, green, and otherwise colourful. Bluebells, sea pinks, hedgegrow cranesbills, and bellflowers. A bouquet. She opened her door and bent down, her sunlit room making it easier to properly make out the wildflowers. She put her tote away before she walked downstairs, saying a quick hi to Bessie as she filled a tall glass with some water, then disappearing upstairs to her room again. She put the flowers down on her desk and sat down, staring at them in the light of the afternoon sun, shining in the glistening water that was feeding them. By the state the flowers were in, Y/N assumed they must have been outside her room for at least an hour, maybe some more, because they were flaccid. Regardless, they looked so beautiful, fit so perfectly in her room, that it was hard to tear her eyes away from them in the end.

She quickly got up, studying herself in her mirror to make sure she looked alright. Though the many hours of studying were visible in the slight bags under her eyes, Y/N deemed herself presentable. She put on a dark green boxy high neck jumper over her white midi smock dress, retying her black Vans before she got her phone and keys, put them in one of the pockets in her jumper, then walked straight out of her room again. Bessie must have heard Y/N hurrying around upstairs, because she poked her head out of the kitchen, watching the younger woman jog down the stairs and out the Inn door.

Upon walking up the hill leading to the lighthouse, the first thing Y/N noticed was that there was another car out front. Beside Harry’s yellow van stood a smaller blue car, one Y/N had never seen before. The orange sun hung low on the horizon, indicating that sunset would soon shine its colourful gleam over Cornwall, and the lighthouse would therefore start blinking its light to help sailors on their way wherever they should want to go.

As she approached the house, the door into it opened, and though the strong winds of the Clodgy moors rarely managed to carry someone’s voice far enough to hear it at a great distance, Dax somehow managed to defy that. He stepped out onto the gravel, walking over to his car and opened the boot. On his way over he saw Y/N, grinning widely at the sight of her and waving enthusiastically.

“You alright?” he asked as she walked over to him.

“Yeah, and you?”

“Splendid, thanks.”

“Looking for treasure back here?” Y/N gestured at the boot.

Dax chuckled. “If by treasure you mean beer, then yes.”

She raised her eyebrows, smiling. “Oh?”

“We’re going Porthgwidden,” Dax explained. “Your boyfriend’s inside getting dressed, Amir’s chatting his ear off so you might want to save him.”

Y/N walked past Dax and toward the cottage, the door still open, carrying Amir’s voice all the way outside. She stopped in the hallway, dusting her shoes off a bit before stepping into the doorway that led to the living area. Harry stood by his dresser, his bare back to Y/N as he rummaged through one of his drawers. She was instantly taken back to the kamayan on the beach with his family, how he had run past her and Grace, and how his love handles and soft skin glistened in the glittering water. His shoulder blades worked as he reached for a tee shirt, taking it over his head and putting it on while Amir continued to talk, and somehow, seeing them along with the slight outline of his back muscles, made Y/N suck her bottom lip between her teeth, hypnotised by him.

“Y/N,” Amir suddenly said, making her look to her right where he sat on the sofa, shoes propped up on the coffee table in front of him.

Harry looked over his shoulder, meeting her eyes and his widening at the sight. He turned around, clearing his throat some as he tucked a ‘Safe sex’ Keith Herring tee shirt into his high wasted washed denim jeans. She gave him a smile before looking at Amir.

“What’s happening at Porthgwidden, then?” she asked, looking from one to the other.

“Nothing, really. Just gonna hang out for a bit, have a few pints.”

“You wanna come?” Harry asked, putting his black Converse on.

“I don’t wanna ruin time with the lads, though.”

Amir shook his head. “You’ll only ruin it if you don’t tag along.”

She chuckled. “Really?”

“I want you there.”

She was shocked to hear Harry say that for some reason. Her heart sped up at the thought of him maybe actually meaning that, but it slowed down as she reminded herself it was all for show. Amir was in the room with them and Dax might be overhearing the conversation, they had to be convincing, they had to be believable.

She forced herself to calm down, smile widening as she said, “Alright then, let’s go to the beach.”

Amir immediately started singing the Nicki Minaj song with the same lyrics, sliding past Y/N to go outside to Dax. Harry reached for a thin jacket that was hung over one of his dining chairs, slipping it on as he glanced about the room for his keys and phone, throwing a small brown leather rucksack on his back.

Y/N’s eyes drifted to her usual windowsill. She hadn’t been there in about two days because Harry had been busy running errands at Pendeen and Longships lighthouse, what he was doing there she didn’t know, but it must have been important. He had mentioned something about him changing the bulbs in the bell room sometime soon, maybe he was just getting a tutorial on how to do that. Because of his absence, she hadn’t bothered being there, seeing as it would also mean being there alone and she would much rather be here with Harry. She hadn’t noticed at first, but she saw something that looked like cushions in the windowsill along with two pillows in the same creamy white. It looked like an absolutely dreamy place to do her UCAT work now.

“Ready?” Harry asked, closing the window over the couch.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, stepping outside. “Also, I wanted to thank you for the bouquet.”

Harry met her eyes, surprised that she had come all this way just to say that. “Yeah?”

“They were beautiful.”

He bit his lips together as he locked the front door, she swore she could detect a small tremor to his voice as he said, “They reminded me of you.”

Y/N scoffed, making Harry turn around a little faster than he normally did. “You said that last time as well, when Grace was there.”

“I mean it, Y/N.”

“Let’s fucking go!” Dax called, Amir clapping his hands together as the two of them started down the gravel road. Too shocked and not really knowing what to do, Y/N turned around and started walking toward them. She did not know if Harry was just taking the piss as friends did or if he actually meant it. Regardless, it was making her head spin and she had no idea how to handle him.

The four of them strolled along Fore Street, talking merrily amongst themselves as they made their way to St Ives Bakery. Harry had previously mentioned how he worked there when he was younger so he could earn money to spend on Grace, and she understood why he would want to work there when they entered the shop. Pastries and everything else imaginable were displayed by the counter, the delicious smell of bread and carbs making Y/N’s mouth water. Since arriving, she hadn’t tried a Cornish pasty, something she was embarrassed to admit, but Harry already knew this. He pointed out the vegetarian options and asked her which once she wanted. Though she was a bit shocked he wanted to buy her a pasty, it was exactly the kind of thing she expected from Harry. He would give in if she told him she could buy one for herself, but Harry liked taking care of people. He liked to provide; seeing someone happy because of something he did could have him goofing around and giggling for hours. She therefore said yes, feeling something inside her chest heat up at the sight of Harry’s dimple showing.

Each with a pasty in hand, they walked to Porthgwidden, finding a place relatively close to shore where no one was sat. Most people around were seated at the Porthgwidden Beach Café, chattering loudly and drinking their way into the weekend. Dax plopped down into the sand, letting go of a huge sigh as he opened his beer and took a long swing.

“That’s fucking dangerous, that is,” Dax said, looking at his beer can.

“Good thing the Café is open still, you’ll finish that one in about-“ Amir looked at an imaginary clock on his wrist. “-A minute.”

“Can’t blame a man for devouring a cheeky beverage on a Friday afternoon.” Dax sipped some more beer as Y/N sat down beside him, Harry sitting down to her right. “Tastes like what you’d imagine happiness to taste like, you feel me?”

“More of a cider person myself,” Y/N said, removing some of the paper around her pasty so she could take a bite.

“Why didn’t you say anything, mate? Would’ve gotten you one on the way here!” Dax exclaimed. “I actually think I might have some cider in my car as well.”

She smiled at him. “Completely fine, hun. I appreciate you lot wanting me here in the first place.”

“Harry here wouldn’t have come if you hadn’t,” Amir said, as if it was a fact of life. “But we want you here as well.”

Y/N looked at Harry who was wearing the red heart shaped sunglasses she had given him a few weeks ago. She hadn’t even realised he brought them. Harry took a bite out of his pasty before he glanced at her, nodding toward her pasty as if ordering her to take a bite. She did.

“Was about to say a girlfriend of Harry’s is a girlfriend of ours, but I don’t think-“

“-No, she’s not,” Harry interrupted Dax after swallowing. “She is not.”

“Lad,” Dax laughed. “Just taking the piss.”

Harry rolled his eyes before meeting Y/N’s gaze again. “What’d you reckon?”

“It’s nice.”

“Yeah? We can get some again at a later time?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, her tummy experiencing a tickling sensation at the sound of his words. “It’s actually weird how I haven’t had a Cornish pasty till now.”

Amir gasped. “I’m sorry, what?”

Y/N laughed. “I know.”

“I’ve literally told her countless times she needs to try one, but she ‘forgets to buy one’.” Harry shook his head some before opening his beer can, then reaching over for Y/N’s and opening hers as well, putting it back in the same place she’d placed it.

“You’re spending your summer in Cornwall, you’re over halfway through your stay, and you haven’t tried a Cornish pasty?” Dax tutted. “Doesn’t sit right with me, mate.”

“Hey! In my defence, I’ve been very busy.”

“You studied at a café today, could’ve gotten one,” Harry teased.

Y/N turned to look at him, mouth falling open. She hadn’t been at Harry’s today mostly for a change of scenery, to get out and do something different, be someplace new, but she hadn’t expected Harry to have thought about it. She hadn’t told him, so he must have come to the conclusion himself.

“Could’ve,” she said, looking at her pasty.

Harry nudged her shoulder, making their eyes meet again. He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded at her pasty, silently asking her to take another bite. She did, looking out over the ocean in front of them, the sky a deep orange and pink, soon to have a tinge of purple intermingling, keeping the horizon company till night would take over completely. Harry took his rucksack off, bringing his camera out before he stood up.

“Mate, if you don’t become a director,” Dax grinned.

“I’m good being a lighthouse keeper, thanks.”

“Imagine you directing a psychological thriller set in the 50s, following a married couple, yeah? Bear with me, crew,” Amir went on, holding his hands up before him as if he wanted everyone to envision what he was. “The husband’s got a dark secret, the wife doesn’t suspect anything-“

“-Great, how ‘bout you write that down as a possible book idea, I need footage right now of normal people. You know what that is, Amir?”

“I’m gonna write that idea down right away, actually. Gonna be a bloody bestseller, I’m tellin’ you,” Amir said, making Dax hold his pasty as he brought his phone out, typing away at the notes app. Harry stood watching his friend with his eyebrows raised, his eyes growing wider for each second he was left waiting. Y/N couldn’t hold her giggle back, bringing her hand over her mouth to muffle it, but Harry caught her. She only saw his smile as he brought the camera up to his eyes, zooming in on her as she laughed. As she swallowed her bite, she looked to Dax who only made a grimace at her, also fed up with how long it was taking Amir to write his book idea down. Completely unprompted, Dax brought Amir’s pasty to his lips, giving it a little kiss before he took a bite. Amir’s head immediately whipped in Dax’s direction.

“Are you mad, bruv?!” Amir exclaimed, ripping his pasty out of Dax’s hand. Y/N only laughed even more, but Amir was only watching Dax with mortification, offended and frankly disgusted. “That’s my pasty! You have your own!”

“Should’ve thought of that before you took a year off to write a book down in your notes app,” Dax said through his mouthful, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re off the trolley.” Amir put his feet in an awkward position, placing his pasty there. “Completely mental.”

“Love you too,” Dax said before taking a bite out of his pasty, then waving at Harry who now had the camera placed up to his eye.

“You’re supposed to pretend I’m not here,” Harry mumbled.

“No can do.” Dax swallowed his bite. “Impossible to pretend hunk of the century isn’t standing right in front of me.”

“Why are you like this?” Harry asked, slowly turning away from the group to get a shot of the beautiful sunset.

“I would say I’m a good friend, aren’t I? Complimenting you like that. Am I not, Y/N?” Dax asked, looking at her to his right.

“Compliments are important,” she agreed.

“And isn’t Harry the most handsome man you’ve ever seen?”

“Dax!-“

“-He might just be,” Y/N giggled.

Harry seemed to lose his footing some, because he fell backward, stumbling awkwardly till he got his balance back. Amir found this incredibly entertaining, clapping his hands together as he laughed at Harry who was now red-faced and very flustered. He blinked rapidly as his eyes landed on Y/N, then Dax, then Amir, then back at Y/N again. She tried not to look too much into it, it was probably just that Harry stepped funny and made a fool of himself, but part of her brain wanted to believe it was because of what she had said.

Harry sat down next to her again, putting his camera away before picking up his pasty. While looking out over the ocean before him, his eyelids fell a little lower over his eyes, relaxing completely as he took yet another bite of the baked good. Instead of making it obvious that she had a small crush on him, Y/N looked away, eyes falling to her pasty. She shoved the rest of it in her mouth before turning to focus on the conversation Dax and Amir were having.

It was nice to listen to them chat shit, because Y/N normally only heard gossip from Bessie’s ladies. Though she was sure this gang wouldn’t mind a little goss every now and again, it was nice to talk about nothing in particular. Dax complained how his beer was empty, Amir saying it was his fault for having quite literally downed it, but since the whole lot had drunk a considerable amount of their beverage, they decided that Dax and Amir should walk up to the café and get them a pint each. They took the pastry paper and empty cans with them and started up to the beach bar.

“Have you been to the Cornish Candy Shoppe then?” Harry suddenly asked after a short pause in conversation.

“Where’s that?”

“Fore Street.”

She scoffed. “Everything’s on bloody Fore Street.”

Harry laughed. “It’s easy to find stuff, though. You already know where Fore Street is.”

“But everything’s always on Fore Street.”

“If I told you another street name in St Ives, would you be able to tell me where that is?”

Y/N nodded. “Well, of course.”

“You’re confident.”

She giggled; Harry smiled. “I’ve been here for well over a month, I’d say I know my way around.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So…” Harry trailed off, looking out over the ocean in front of them. “So… you know this as well as you know your hometown?”

She studied him for a little while, her silence making him meet her eyes again. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, maybe. I… I don’t really think about Winchester that often anymore. Because I’m here, with you, and I don’t… I just don’t think about anything else besides or outside of that.”

He slowly opened his mouth and said, voice as light as a mumble, “You don’t think about anything else?”

She stared back at him, piece of her unsure of what part of her statement he was referring to. Whatever portion of that sentiment that anyone pointed out, she would have to say yes, because it was true. There was nothing else to her now than St Ives and the little life she had created for herself there. She was happy here, she was at peace here, she felt at home. Was there anything else to think about? To care about? Y/N did not think so. She knew that since she was happy now, there was no reason for her to focus on anything but that. Happiness was fleeting, just like everything else in life. It comes and it goes, just like waves crashing against shore, and just like night and day. You will simply not be happy every single day, or every single week even, at your worst. But happiness will come back, and it will feel as good, if not better, than all those times before. And right now, Y/N was happier than she had ever been. She simply did not want to focus on a time in her life when she had not been happy, what a waste of euphoria.

“Y/N, I…” Harry’s eyes flicked between hers, quickly examining her lips before glancing at her again. “I don’t think about anything else than… than this.”

She suddenly felt something thumb hard against her chest, realising that it was her heart having an insane and overwhelming sort of reaction to what Harry was saying. “This?”

“Us.” He moved a little closer. “Y-You.”

She felt like pinching herself. This did not seem real. Harry was not this close, he was not saying these lovely things, it did not make sense. But at the same time, it made perfect sense. Because she felt herself leaning toward him, drawn to him like she was supposed to be pressed up against him, and it felt right. There was a balance and peace that came over the world every time they touched.

“You think about me?” she asked, voice low so only they could hear.

She felt a breath hitch somewhere in her throat, incapable of forming any sort of coherent sentence as she felt his breath on her lips. Or was it an ocean breeze? Was it her wishful thinking? Was she just imagining this because she wanted it so bad?

“I…” His cheeks were a deep pink. “The question I asked you last Saturday…”

“What question?”

“If you’re staying. You never answered it.” A little pause ensued. “Are you?”

“Do you want me to?”

Harry’s eyes fell to her lips, his own parting as he tilted his head a little to the right, meeting her gaze again. She felt electric; static with anticipation, buzzing with silent what-ifs and pleads for him to answer her question. At first, she realised Harry was moving forward, not too fast for her not to realise what was going on, but fast enough for her to not be able to form any thoughts before it happened. He kissed her. A hard and urgent pressure that was soft against her lips, tingling in every single part of her being. It was like watching a lightning strike somewhere close by, the entire sky lighting up, and then, mere seconds later, feeling the effect of the electrical discharge all around her. The rumble of the ground you were standing on, the vibrations in the air around you, every hair on your body rising.

He detached his lips from hers, meeting her eyes for a second to see if she was okay with this. Y/N didn’t want to wait for him to do something again, so she leaned in, pressing her side against Harry’s as her lips landed on his again. Gently, Harry rested his hand on her neck, thumb caressing her jawline as he guided her mouth open wider for him. She felt herself breathe against him, a sigh of dreamy relief as his tongue met hers for only a second or two. The reverberation of a slight moan left Harry’s lips, his entire body relaxing completely as they dragged the kiss out. Defences down; feeling every single thing their bodies were going through as they kissed again. Y/N heard her heart thumping loudly in her ears, felt it in her chest, not believing what was actually going on. It seemed too good to be true. She was kissing Harry. He was kissing her. They were kissing.

He pulled away, opening his eyes ever so slightly as she did. He leaned into her again, placing a soft kiss to her temple that had every single future headache dissipate. Another kiss to her cheek that eradicated every single nightmare she had in the past and would ever have. Another to her jaw that took away all the pain of leaving her life behind in Hampshire, a kiss that made her realise it was the best decision she had ever made. Hope flowed from the tubercles of Harry’s lips and into her skin, sinking into each one of her cells, making a sort of sanguine feeling erupt throughout her body that made her dizzy with want, need, and delight. Kissing the side of her mouth, he met her eyes again, the tips of his fingers gracing the hair at the back of her head. He drew her to him again, kissing her lower lip so tenderly it felt like the petals of the flowers Harry had left outside her room earlier that same day. She never wanted to stop kissing him; she never wanted this to end, never wanted him to let go of her.

“Oi!” Dax laughed behind them. Harry sat up straight, detaching his lips immediately from Y/N’s. “Not in public, brothers! Fucking animals!”

Dax and Amir sat down where they had been seated before, Dax nudging Y/N to take the pint he had bought for her, asking her to give one of them to Harry. When she passed the beer to Harry, looking at him to try and meet his eyes, his were already fastened on the beer, and then the horizon in front of him. She felt her heart drop so fast it made her dizzy.

“Thought about getting some crisps, but they’re well expensive up there, aren’t they?” Amir said, sipping his pint. “Bleeding fuck, that’s nice.”

“Not worth it,” Dax agreed. “We should bring some next time, Harry can put them in his rucksack, can’t you, mate?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, looking down at his beer.

Y/N tried to catch Harry’s eye again, looking at him as the conversation around them continued on, but he didn’t look at her. She suddenly felt a little sick. Maybe she was overthinking all of this, maybe she was correct for thinking it, maybe this had been his plan all along. He must have only kissed her right here and right now to put on a show for Dax and Amir, to get the exact reaction they had just gotten.

“I just… I just thought it’d look good, you know? To kiss my girlfriend- my pretend girlfriend around other people just to underline that we are… you know…”

It hurt to think about those words, especially now. For a second there she thought he was genuinely kissing her because he wanted to. He was kissing her because he wanted her to stay and she was kissing him back because she was going to. If he wanted her to, she would. But it turned out to be just part of the game. It was just part of their little fake relationship, taking it a step further so Harry’s mates would believe them and what they had even more. After all, he kissed her cheek last time, kissing her lips would only make them believe them even more.

“Terraland on Sunday,” Dax said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s excited?”

“Who is riding in Harry’s van? The gang?” Amir asked. “’Cause I think Fatima was talking about driving her car as well, and, as her cousin, she allowed me shotgun.”

“You can still ride shotgun in Harry’s van, you’ve done it plenty,” Dax said.

“Yes, but I got a cousin pass. I don’t got cousin pass in Harry’s van. It’s a guaranteed shotgun.”

“How come Fatima is good looking, smart, and she’s got a driving license, and you got none of that?” Harry asked, making Dax howl with laughter.

“Just ‘cause we’re family doesn’t mean we’re the same person!” Amir exclaimed, a smile on his face like he knew Harry was just taking the piss. “Admit it, Haz, you think I’m good looking.”

“You are, but you don’t have a driving license.”

“Piss off!” Amir laughed, sipping his beer. “Besides, Y/N’s riding shotgun in Harry’s van, is she not?”

Y/N’s heart started beating faster than it should’ve

“Aw, mate!” Dax stuck his bottom lip out. “What about me?”

“What about you?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N wanted to sip her beer, but she wouldn’t. She checked her pockets to make sure her phone and keys were there.

“Your girlfriend is getting a free shotgun pass?”

“Obviously,” Harry said, sounding as if it was a given that she was going to ride shotgun to Terraland. “Are you shocked?”

“Disappointed.”

Harry huffed, shaking his head.

“It’s been lovely, but I need to leave,” Y/N said as she stood, brushing sand off her white dress.

“Aw, what about your beer, babe?” Dax asked, looking up at her with big eyes as if he didn’t want her to leave. “I was only taking the mick, you can obviously ride shotgun.”

She smiled. “Nah, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Alright, mate, we’ll see you Sunday,” Amir smiled.

“Call if you want to talk to someone on the phone, yeah?” Harry said, she could see him almost reaching his hand up for hers but stopping himself when their eyes met.

“Will do,” she answered, giving him a small smile before she walked off.

“Bye!” Dax called and she gave him a wave before continuing on her way. She bit her bottom lip as she walked through the sand, the chatter from the Beach Café loud and the waves crashing against shore supposed to be calming. Walking up the same small hill where Harry had taken her hand last time, she felt the backs of her eyes starting to sting. She put her hands to each of her cheeks, dragging them down as she groaned a little to herself. How could she have been such a bloody fool? Of course, Harry didn’t feel the same about her. He had been clear about his intentions and goals since they started all of this, how could she have somehow done what she wasn’t supposed to in that time? How could she spend the rest of her summer with someone she was for sure going to fall in love with, knowing they were only pretending to love you back?

Reaching the top and the car park, she looked behind her at the boys. Harry was looking in her direction, elbows resting on his bent knees, his beer in one of his hands. At the sight, her stomach did a ridiculous dip she could only assume to be elation mixed with disappointment. She stopped, letting her arms fall to her side, staring at Harry as he stared after her. He turned his body a little more in her direction, as if making to walk after her, but she started walking off before he had a chance.

Sunday, 19 July

Y/N was wearing the same mint green bikini she had that time on the beach with Harry’s family. A pale pink oversized Hawaiian print shirt hung over her shoulders, the hem tucked into a pair of denim shorts, something she had cut herself after finding a pair of light washed jeans at Vintage Divine earlier that week. With her window open, she heard when the loud van came to a stop up front. As she looked at herself in the mirror, about to turn around to go look for herself, she heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N!”

Hearing him shout her name both made her insides tingle with delight and her heart hurt in a way it never had before. She walked over to the window, seeing his arm hang out the side of the car. He poked his head out, adjusting the heart shaped sunglasses on his nose as he looked through the door to the Inn, craning his neck as if he couldn’t see clearly.

“Zip it, Dax,” he hissed, taking his sunglasses off his nose to get a better look inside the Inn. “Alright, Bessie? Y/N there?”

“Oh, she’s upstairs still, want me to get her for you?”

“No, I can come up-“

“-I’ll be down in one,” Y/N called, making Harry look up at her right away. She gave him a slight wave, not knowing if a smile was too much after how they left it two days earlier. However, Harry smiled up at her again, holding her gaze till she closed the window and turned to put everything she needed in her bag. Inhaling hugely, she looked at herself in the mirror again, giving herself a nod as if to say she could do this. Meet Harry and be with Harry, pretend they were together when she secretly fancied him, act as if nothing had changed inside her. She could do this.

She put her tote on her shoulder, placing a pair of pink and big cat eye sunglasses on the top of her head before heading out the door.

“Hiya, Bess,” Y/N grinned as she came down the stairs. “Do you like these?” She pointed to her new sunglasses.

Bessie put her glasses on, and Barb who was standing beside her, quickly did the same. “They’re marvellous, dear! Did you get them at Vintage Divine?”

“I did. Saw them and thought they might’ve been something you would’ve worn in the 80s.” Y/N gestured at a photograph behind Bessie, a group of people on Porthminster Beach, someone who looked an awful lot like Bessie sitting in the middle with a pair of large red sunglasses on her face.

Bessie laughed. “I have a whole lot next door.”

“They’d suit you, darling,” Barb smiled.

“Anyway,” Y/N smiled back, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder. “I better head off. Terraland next, and all that.”

“Have fun!” Bessie called as Y/N stepped outside. Harry still sat with the window open, arm hanging out, watching Y/N as she glanced up at him again. He gave her a little smile, his sunglasses on his nose again. She heard knocks on the back window, and when she looked there, Dax, Ellie, Jo and Cameron were all seated there, waving enthusiastically.

“Y/N, mate!” Dax grinned.

Y/N waved just as enthusiastically back at them, her mouth agape and jumping some up and down before she ran to the other side of the car, getting ready to open the sliding doors to enter the back of the car. But Jo pointed to the seat in front of them, and, upon looking at it, Y/N realised Harry had reserved her the front seat as he promised. Though she was taken aback by this, she also reminded herself that it would look stupid if Harry wanted Y/N to sit in the back with his mates instead of up front with him. She despised that though she got to be close to him, it wasn’t the kind of closeness she wanted; it was intentional, but not on the basis of the kind of intentions she secretly hoped. She opened the door and sat in her seat, closing the door and putting her seatbelt on.

“Hi,” Harry said, but it was drowned in the loud greetings from the backseats.

“Hiya,” Y/N looked away from Harry and smiled at the passengers. “You alright?”

“Buzzing, this is gonna be exactly what we need,” Jo said.

“Also,” Ellie started as Harry started driving off, jolting the van more than Y/N thought would’ve been necessary. When she glanced at him, he was staring straight ahead, chewing on the inside of his cheek. She looked back at Ellie. “We should’ve told you Cam was coming, considering what happened last Saturday.”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that again, Y/N,” Cameron said. “Hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all,” Y/N assured him. “It’s all good.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Dax said, crossing his arms as he glanced between Cameron and Y/N. “What’s this I haven’t heard of? Is it goss?”

“Nothing major, I just tried chattin’ up Y/N, but she’s obviously with Harry.”

Y/N suddenly felt something hot against her bare knee. Rough skin against hers, squeezing her lightly before he turned his hand around, palm facing upward in a silent and hopeful invitation. Glancing over at him, she saw him still staring straight ahead, on the main road that would lead out of St Ives, his hand now free of the gear stick for the time being. She slid her fingers slowly down his forearm, over the blue veins of his wrist, over the tough skin of his palm, and over his long and slender piano fingers. She pressed down on his hand, seeing how hers fit against his fingers, feeling how good and right this was. As she threaded her fingers through his, she felt her heart leap, growing warm and prickly all over as Harry wrapped his fingers over her hand. Their hands rested on her knee, Victim of Love by Elton John playing through the speakers as they settled against one another, sinking and relaxing into this familiar yet new sensation.

It didn’t seem like the others had even noticed this small and silent interaction between her and Harry. The chatter behind them continued on, unfazed by the falsified intimacy in the front seat. She bit at her bottom lip, reminding herself that Harry only acted like this to convince the rest, and if they just sat statically side by side, they might not be as believable as they were holding hands.

“Did Harry have a go at you for that, Cam?” Dax asked. “He’s the quietest bloke around, doesn’t make a fuss, but he’s very possessive, ain’t that right, big man?” Dax gave Harry’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Fuck off, Dax.”

“See,” Dax said, a smile in his voice as he said, “Such a lovely geezer.”

“I reckon Cameron and Y/N could’ve made a decent couple if-“

“-Jo,” Harry said, voice darker than Y/N had ever heard it. “Absolutely not. Is it ‘piss Harry off’ day?”

“That’s what we call Sundays now,” Dax said, making everyone laugh. When Y/N glanced to her right, Harry was laughing as well, dimples deep and crinkles appearing in the red light from his sunglasses. Butterflies started fluttering their wings in her stomach, so Y/N quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of a happy Harry.

It took them 35 minutes to reach Terraland, and five of those were spent driving around the car park in search of Fatima’s white Mini. When they finally found it, Ellie started tapping her nail against the window, repeating her best friend’s name over and over again till Harry parked. Everyone got out of the car as Amir appeared from the Mini, raising his arms above his head.

“Let’s go, crew!” he called, banging his hands against his chest.

“Hi, lovelies,” Fatima smiled, helping Y/N out of the passenger seat. “Love that shirt.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“It’s well lush.”

Y/N hadn’t thought she’d ever hear that voice again. For some reason, she thought it would just have stayed on Porthgwidden Beach, never to come back in any shape or form. But when Y/N looked from Fatima and to her friend’s left, Emilia stood by the passenger side, wearing a cute and short green sundress, her long blonde hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. It took everything in Y/N to prevent her left eye from twitching.

“Hi,” Y/N said, closing the door behind her.

“Love your sunglasses as well,” Emilia continued. “You’re a right fashion icon.”

“Flower,” Harry said from the other side of the car, knocking on the bonnet of the car to get her attention.

She blinked, taking a step backward to look over at Harry. Flower. He must’ve been talking to her – who else would he call by such a tender name? - but it didn’t feel real. When their eyes met though, he gave her a little smile, waving her over so they could walk to the entrance and get a ticket. Y/N gave Emilia and Fatima a polite smile before she walked around the front of the car and toward Harry.

“So,” Y/N started, voice low so they could talk in private. “Emilia is here.”

Harry looked behind them, obviously looking for his ex. “Guess so,” he said, staring ahead again. “Ellie mentioned Cameron asking if she could come.”

“Why?”

“They’re mates.”

“But is she friends with your friends?”

Harry chuckled some. “They’re friendly, they used to be together quite a lot, you know?”

“Being friendly and being friends are two very different things.”

Harry inhaled hugely, glancing at Y/N for a few seconds. “I know you don’t rate Emilia.”

“I try to stay neutral.”

“But you don’t know her.”

“Listen,” Y/N sighed. “I’ve told you this, but from what you’ve said about her-“

“-I know, I know.” Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his pink and yellow swimming shorts. “I get where you’re coming from now, but just… be nice. We don’t need to make this awkward.”

“I won’t make it awkward,” Y/N said, chinning up. “I will just put gasoline onto her fire if she tries to flirt with you in front of everyone.”

Harry bit his bottom lip, Y/N thought she could see a slight smile there.

“That’s what’ll make it awkward.”

Everyone bought their tickets and once they entered the park, they started straight for one of the pools. A row of palm trees stood on either side as they walked into the adventure park, the screams and rumble from roller coasters and other carousels sounded from everywhere around them along with the hum of pools and water around them, the smell of chlorine and fish and chips in the air. It was a colourful park, Y/N noted, each rollercoaster a different colour and each ride with a long queue standing beside it. Kids ran around, their parents following them, and other gangs of people like the one she accompanied could be found every here and there. A Terraland Radio was playing across the speakers that were hidden away in the palm trees and bushes, some mainstream pop songs that Y/N only knew a few words to but recognised by melody.

Dax led the way to the pool they usually chilled by, finding a few free sunbeds on the second row closest to it, making everyone thank him one by one before sitting down. Harry and Y/N shared a parasol, because Y/N reckoned it would look odd otherwise. She took her shoes off, followed by her shirt and then her shorts. When she looked over in Harry’s direction, he was unbuttoning his own shirt, clumsily finding each button as his gaze rested on her, eyes on her thighs for a split second before he realised she was staring at him. Their eyes met and he looked away, blinking hastily as if he was knocking some sense into himself mentally. Y/N pressed her lips together, trying not to read too much into anything because it wouldn’t lead anywhere good.

She rummaged through her bag and brought out her sunblock, putting some on each of her arms before she started smearing it on.

“Good call,” Fatima said, nodding at the sunblock bottle. “Also, what do you lot call sun lotion?”

“Sunscreen,” Jo said. “And that’s the only correct way of referring to it.”

“Sun lotion,” Fatima and Amir said at the same time, though Amir threw in a cheeky “you daft cow.”

“Sunblock,” Y/N chimed in, putting her foot on her sunbed so she could get it everywhere down her leg.

“Sunscreen,” Emilia exclaimed, letting out a groan afterwards. “It’s obviously the only right one.”

“Sunblock.” It was not as forcefully uttered as the one previous, but Y/N heard it reverberate throughout her entire body. “Gotta agree with Y/N,” Harry said.

“Well, obviously,” Amir laughed. “Or else he won’t be getting any later, yeah?”

“Mate, there you go again. You’re way too invested in other people’s sex life,” Harry said. “It’s creepy.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s not shaggin’ any at the moment.” Dax didn’t seem bothered as he took Amir’s sunblock, putting some on his own chest. “He’s deprived.”

Amir only wiggled his eyebrows at his two friends, making Dax furrow his brows at him. Y/N only chuckled as she finished covering her legs in the sunblock, she didn’t even get to think it herself before she heard a low, “Do you want me to do your back?” behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder at Harry who was standing just behind her under the parasol, a few white spots on his face after not smearing his sunblock properly. Giggling a little she nodded at his face, a smile erupted onto Harry’s face, his dimples deepening.

“What?”

“You’ve got…” She gestured at him.

“I’ve got?”

“Face.”

“I’ve got a face?”

She laughed, bringing her hand to her chest, leaning her head forward a bit and hearing Harry’s tiny giggles in her ear as he joined in.

“You’ve got sunblock on your face,” she elaborated, looking up at him again.

“Fix it.”

She hadn’t expected him to say that, but hearing his slight demand made a hot shiver run up her spine. Without hesitation, she reached up, dabbing the sunblock properly into his skin. She felt him watch her the entire time, his eyes not wavering from her face as she focused on his, smudging the rest of the sunblock down his nose and across his forehead. He reached up, wiping his thumb slowly across her cheek.

“What was that for?” she whispered.

“Sunblock,” Harry answered, but Y/N hadn’t put any on her face yet.

She swallowed thickly. “Can you do my back?”

Harry nodded, taking the bottle from Y/N before she turned around for him. She heard him put some onto his fingers before he touched her upper back. Placing the bottle on the round table attached to the parasol, Harry reached for the strap of her right shoulder, lifting it slightly to get his hand under it. It was instinct that took over when Y/N dug her nails into the palms of her hand, willing herself to calm down, nothing major was happening, he was just applying sunblock to her back. His warm hand stroked over her shoulder, thumb giving her a light caress before he placed her strap back onto her back, moving onto the next shoulder. Again, he lifted her bikini strap, stroking his hand slowly over her skin, making a swarm of butterflies fly wildly around in circles in her lower tummy, places that shouldn’t heat up were heating up. Y/N knew the effect of Harry’s hands on her were visible on her face, but she still prayed no one could tell.

She heard him put even more onto his fingers before he started working on her lower back. The tips of his fingers ran under the body of her bikini top, all the way from her side, over her back, and to the other side. She felt herself inhale, startled in the best way possible to feel him there. He halted, she was sure he was looking up at her; lips parted, eyes hooded. But he continued on, his hands moving down her back. When he reached her bikini bottoms, he was sure not to be disrespectful when he ran his fingertips under the hem as to get every possible surface that could be exposed to the sun today. Another wave of heat ran over her.

“Done,” he said, and Y/N quickly stepped away.

“Want me to do yours?”

Harry nodded and turned around. Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she put sunblock directly into Harry’s back, watching it stick to his tanned and freckled skin. Putting the bottle away, she smeared each of her hands along his shoulders and shoulder blades, taking her time to both make sure he was fully covered but also because she would never be this up close and personal with him again. She had to be near him now that she had the opportunity to.

She heard a whistle to their left, Jo standing there and raising their eyebrows at them. “Alright, alright, you two.”

Y/N only laughed it off and Harry stayed silent, but she could see a slight pink shade to his neck that hadn’t been there before. She ran her hands over his love handles, taking in how soft they were, and how all of him was just that. Soft. It felt good touching him and she wanted to touch him forever.

She stepped away when she was done, smearing the sunblock left on her hands down her stomach before she put the bottle away. Harry checked his phone, answering a text from Jessa as Y/N sat down on the sunbed, looking over at Fatima who was helping Ellie apply sunblock onto her back.

“Flower,” Harry said, making her heart lurch. “What’re you doing Friday August 7th?”

“Dunno.”

“Would you come to this ‘end of summer’ gathering at the farm?”

She smiled, nodding her head at him and he smiled back, typing away a text before putting his phone away.

Harry turned to Y/N. “Right, the sunblock needs to dry off-“

“-Harry, do you wanna take the Mammoth?” Emilia walked over to them, looking so gorgeous in her red swimming suit that Y/N felt ill. “I remember it’s the only one you’ll actually take ‘cause it’s not so fast.”

“I, uhm…” Harry glanced at Y/N, then at Emilia again. “My sunblock needs to dry some before I can do anything.”

“Alright, but we can take it once it’s dried?” Emilia grinned.

Harry met Y/N’s eyes. “You in?”

Y/N pursed her lips as she pretended to think about it. “Yeah, alright.”

Harry looked to Emilia again, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m just gonna hang here for a bit, we can get the whole lot to go on the water coaster.”

“One’s gotta stay behind with everyone’s stuff, though,” Y/N pointed out.

“Yeah, but that won’t be you,” Harry said. “I might have a panic attack; I need you there.”

Y/N scrunched up her nose as if she didn’t believe Harry, but he only raised his eyebrows, silently daring her to oppose him.

“Fine, we’ll ask someone else to stay behind.”

“Great,” Emilia said before walking off.

Y/N couldn’t help her slight scoff, a breath of a laughter escaping through her nose as she tried to fight a smile to spread across her lips.

“What?” Harry asked, sitting down in his sunbed.

“She’s trying so hard to get close to you. She obviously wants you alone.”

Harry was quiet for a moment, as if he was examining that whole moment all over again. “Getting me alone won’t change anything.”

Y/N glanced at him. “Oh?”

They held each other’s gaze, Harry’s dimples deepening with each second passing. “You act unbothered, but you’re very nosey.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open. “Harry!”

He giggled, looking straight ahead at the pool where Dax was diving headfirst, Cameron stood clapping on the side, cheering him on. For a minute or two, none of them said anything, both relaxing in the cooling shade of the orange parasol.

“So,” Y/N started, Harry’s eyes falling on her as she continued to watch their friends play in the pool. “Are you gonna go on the water coaster? Didn’t think you liked roller coasters.”

“I don’t,” Harry answered truthfully, putting a hand behind his head as he leaned back against the sunbed. “But… are you gonna go?”

“On the Mammoth?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Harry nodded. “Then I will, too.”

Y/N looked over at Harry, but quickly averted her eyes when she saw he was already looking. She detected a slight lift to the edges of his lips in her peripheral vision, but, for the sake of her own sanity, she tried to ignore it. Y/N watched as Ellie ran from her sunbed and to the rest of the gang, squealing as she cannonballed into the pool. Amir stood howling with laughter as Fatima was once again soaked with chlorine where she sat on the side of the poolside, gasping and cursing Ellie once her friend returned to the surface.

With her eyebrows raised, Y/N glanced at Harry again, but he didn’t seem to know what she was getting at till she stood up from the sunbed. She ran for the pool, weaving through people to get to their friends. Just as she was about to jump, she felt something on her waist. She looked over her shoulder just in time to catch Harry, wrapping his arms around her torso and bringing her skin flush against his. She screamed as Harry threw her off her feet, turning the two around as he jumped, back first. A short scream was heard before the two disappeared together, floating in the crystal clear and blue water. She felt him let go of her, pushing her toward the surface. Once she was up again, swimming towards the side of the pool, she looked behind her just as Harry came up for air, shaking his head to get the water out of his hair.

“Twat,” she said.

Harry grinned, reaching for her ankle.

“No!”

He dragged her toward him, but she splashed him, preventing him from doing whatever he was about to. Quickly, she swam for the edge of the pool, jumping up to sit there as Harry followed her. She couldn’t help her smile, feeling so incredibly giddy to see him watching her, touching her, being with her. Never before had she just felt so happy by the mere presence of another; maybe something happened in the air around them when they were together, or maybe there was a special kind of cellular reaction when they touched, but Y/N never wanted this to end. She knew it was all pretend, knew he was only doing this to further this fake relationship, but she would bask in it till it was over. And when it was over in August, she’d deal with the heartbreak then.

Harry reached her, a hand wrapping around her ankle and squeezing lightly.

“No,” Y/N chuckled. “I’m ticklish.”

“I know.”

Harry put a hand on each side of her figure before he slowly got up, resting his soaking body against her legs. It was hard to fight her want to look down at his lips, knowing that right about now they were probably wet and pinker than she had ever seen them before. They hadn’t even talked about that kiss on the beach a few days ago, it didn’t feel like it had been acknowledged at all. In a way Y/N was glad it hadn’t come up because the conversation would most likely be very awkward, but she couldn’t go on like this. They had to set a few boundaries for the rest of the summer, and though they were getting very comfortable around each other like best friends did, she couldn’t be kissing him. She just couldn’t. Because her head and her heart were telling her two very different things, and she knew for certain that if he were to kiss her again, she would fall in love with him. That was if she wasn’t well on the way to doing that already. But kissing him didn’t exactly help her from not feeling these kinds of things for him.

However, when Harry’s eyes scanned her lips and sucked his own into his mouth and between his teeth, Y/N suddenly forgot everything she had just been thinking about. He made it incredibly hard not to want to kiss him. With a sigh he pushed off and sat down beside her, watching as Dax jumped onto Jo’s back, trying to wrestle them under water.

After a little while, Y/N went back up to sunbathe, Fatima and Ellie joining her not long after that. Though Y/N knew she shouldn’t, she kept an eye on the pool where Harry, Cameron, Jo, Dax, Amir, and Emilia were all having fun. Emilia wasn’t touching up Harry, though Y/N did notice her looking over in his direction a little too often for it to be just a friend checking up on a friend. However, Emilia’s feelings were none of Y/N’s concern, and if she kept it to herself till Y/N and Harry “broke up” in August, then Y/N wouldn’t say anything. Well… she would be annoyed, but it all ultimately depended on what Harry wanted, so it was all out of her hands anyway.

Ellie and Jo stayed put as the rest went to go take the water coaster. It took them about 15 minutes to just stand in the queue and wait for their turn, but in that time, they divided the uneven group into a gang of three and another of four. Amir, Emilia, Harry, and Y/N would be in one while Fatima, Cameron, and Dax would take the other. This proved to not be the craziest of rides seeing as loads of kids and their parents were in the queue with the group, but Y/N hadn’t taken too many roller coasters in her life, so she appreciated the easing in. And, once it was finally their turn, Y/N found herself having an amazing time. Looking over at Harry every once in a while, he didn’t seem to be as terrified as he claimed to be. The water splashed around them, and as they reached the pool at the end of the ride, Y/N fell off the inflatable boat. Harry laughed but followed her, making sure she was alright before the two of them swam to the edge of the pool

The two of them went back to their sunbeds after that, letting Ellie and Jo run and join the rest of the group while they took the SuperSplash. Though Y/N was sure she would quite like the SuperSplash, she also knew Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of rollercoasters and she was here because of him. The two just sat there in silence for the next half an hour and some, only occasionally exchanging a few words, but quickly and comfortably falling back into a pleasant quiet. At some point, Y/N almost dozed off, a small and sleepy moan leaving her lips as it usually did when she almost fell asleep. She heard a chuckle beside her and when she opened her eyes to look over at Harry, he was shaking with restrained laughter. She leaned over and swatted his bicep, making Harry laugh even more.

Everyone came back not too long after that and they all went for a snack. Harry and Y/N each got their fish and chips – just chips for Y/N - walking back to their sunbeds to eat because Harry needed to inject insulin before he could start eating.

Ellie sat down with Y/N on Y/N’s sunbed so the two of them could have a chat while eating. Y/N noticed how Harry was stood beside her sunbed all of a sudden, talking to Fatima who laid sunbathing still, and when Y/N glanced to Harry’s sunbed, Emilia was sitting at the edge of it, chatting to Cameron who was on the sunbed beside Harry’s. She hated that she felt like laughing, a stupid sort of victorious feeling erupting in her chest.

With their bellies full and ready for new adventures, Dax suggested some other rides that Harry didn’t want to tag along on. However, he assured Y/N it was fine if she wanted to, so she said yes, but regretted it the second Emilia volunteered to stay back with Harry. Y/N knew Harry didn’t need her to babysit him, he knew how to handle and talk to his ex, but she still hated the fact that the two of them were staying put while the rest went off to have fun. For the short minute they were on the water ride, Y/N forgot about Harry and Emilia, simply enjoying herself and laughing along with the rest of her new friends. But when they came back and Emilia was laughing, she sat beside Harry on his sunbed and was looking at him in a way that made Y/N’s stomach drop.

Harry must’ve heard Dax’s loud voice, because he got up from the sunbed and started walking toward them, not looking behind him.

“What’re we doing next?” he asked, looking at Y/N who hadn’t expected his eagerness to do another ride, but she appreciated it nevertheless.

“Sky Swinger,” Cameron said, giving Harry’s shoulder a squeeze. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Harry answered, though Y/N could hear a reluctance in his voice that she didn’t think Cameron or anyone else really did. Dax must’ve, because he wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulder and they started walking in the direction of the Sky Swinger.

Y/N didn’t bother looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was sitting back to watch all their stuff along with Emilia, because, at this point, it was quite clear what Emilia wanted to do. It made Y/N so very mad that someone thought they could remove themselves completely from someone’s life because they were going through a hard time, and then expect to go back to how things used to be now that they weren’t as broken up anymore. Part of her wanted to give Emilia the benefit of the doubt, but she didn’t like how Harry’s ex was acting right now and, by the looks of Harry’s eagerness to get away from her, he was starting to maybe put two and two together as well.

“This, your sensor,” Y/N asked as they stood in the queue for the Sky Swinger. “It’s waterproof?”

“Yeah, or else I wouldn’t be here,” Harry gave her a little smile.

“Isn’t it hard to regulate your blood sugar when you’re running about like this?”

“Yeah, since I’m active it can drop quite quickly, but we just ate and I just injected, so I’ll be fine for the time being.”

Y/N nodded, dropping her voice some as she said. “I feel like I should know more about this.”

“About what?”

“Type 1 diabetes, any type, really.”

“You don’t have to.”

She met his eyes. “I want to. It’s a big part of your life so I want to understand, and it’s not your job to teach me how it works.”

He held her gaze for a second, about to say something when Dax chanted something, making everyone follow him to take their seats. There hadn’t been visible regret on Harry’s face till that very moment. Y/N sat down in a seat and Harry sat down in the one closest to her, looking over at Amir who took the seat in front of his. From previous experiences, Y/N knew Harry wasn’t afraid of heights, but by the looks of how nervous he was now, she suspected he might be afraid of losing control; of not being in total control.

Someone came to check if their belts were fastened properly, and again, Y/N glanced over at Harry who was staring straight ahead, wide-eyed.

“Hey,” Y/N said, catching Harry’s attention right away. “Look at me, yeah?”

He swallowed, holding onto the chain on either side of him.

“Just look at me.”

And as they took off, that was exactly what Harry did. He looked at Y/N, kept his eyes on her the entire time they were in the air. However much she wanted to reach over and comfort Harry, she was absolutely loving the entire ride. She was grinning from ear to ear, throwing her head back sometimes and just relishing in the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair, the warm summer air hitting her face at a comfortable pace, making it possible to see the orange afternoon sun. When she looked at Harry again, he was still staring at her, having taken her advice to look at her seriously. Part of her felt very giddy about that.

When they were done with the ride, Harry’s hands were shaking slightly so Y/N came over to help him with his seatbelt. He rose and fell against her, hugging her to him.

“Hey, you,” Y/N cooed, rubbing his back. “You’re okay.”

She felt him breathe against her neck, his hot skin flush against all of her own, and it took absolutely everything in her not to close her eyes and enjoy this moment like she usually would’ve. It was clear that, no matter how small the rollercoaster, Harry had not enjoyed that one bit. So, Y/N continued to rub his back, repeating “you’re okay” over and over till it seemed he believed her.

After that, the group dried off and started getting ready to head back to St Ives. Everyone exchanged different stories from the day, recreating stupid faces someone had made on a ride or sulking over other ones they didn’t get to but would have to save for next year. They started making their way back to the car park, Fatima strolling beside Y/N and Jo quickly joining in on the conversation. It felt so natural to be with them now that it seemed almost unreal that at some point she would not only have to break up with Harry, but in a way, she would have to break up with her little gang as well. She wouldn’t even get the proper opportunity to say goodbye to everyone, she would just have to leave. Out of all of them, it would be hardest to say goodbye to Harry, but his family, Bessie, the knitting club, and her new friends, would also take a lot out of her.

They all sat down in Harry or Fatima’s car, waving at each other as they drove off. Everyone was still excitedly chatting amongst themselves, going over each of the events of the day again, Dax talking and laughing the loudest out of everyone. Even Harry seemed to be continuously smiling, loving the atmosphere in the van. Though everyone was tired, they were even more eager to talk for the little while they were still together, which made the volume in the car intolerable at times, but Y/N enjoyed herself nevertheless.

As Harry dropped more and more people off, Y/N quickly realised that the last person he would be driving back was her. The last 15 minutes were therefore spent trying to figure out how best to bring everything up, how to talk about the kiss and that she would appreciate them not kissing again. After all, if he kissed her one more time, it would only make her fall in love with him. That first kiss had been enough to make her realise that she did indeed fancy him, but since Harry was only doing this as part of their fake relationship, she wouldn’t be able to take it any longer.

Harry stopped outside the Inn, putting the car in park before he turned to look at her, giving her a small smile as the orange sun shone in on them, about to slide down over the horizon behind her.

“You liked Terraland?” Harry enquired, sitting back in his seat and turning his upper body in her direction.

“It was so much fun.”

“Yeah? You’d wanna do it again?”

Y/N smiled at him. “Don’t think we’d have the time to go there again before the summer ends, at least not all of us.”

Harry let out a slight huff, nodding his head some before putting the heart shaped sunglasses on the top of his head. “You’re right. We’ll have to do it again next summer.”

It took absolutely every single shred of self-control not to look away as she said, “You lot will have an absolute blast.”

It took two seconds before Harry caught on and understood what she was implying, and when he did, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but Y/N beat him to it.

“Harry, listen…” She inhaled, looking down at the gear stick between them. “We need to talk about what happened the other day.”

He blinked a few times before nodding, staying quiet because he knew her well enough to know she wasn’t done speaking.

“About… the beach, and the kiss, and… us- this.”

“Our relation- Our fake relationship.”

“Exactly.”

He nodded again, watching her intensely.

“As lovely as that kiss was… I don’t think we should do that again,” she said, trying to sound as considerate as possible. If Harry wanted them to kiss in front of their friends to further prove that they were “together”, then Y/N would feel bad about cancelling that plan of his. However, she had to do this.

“What…” Harry furrowed his brows some before he regained his composure. “What do you mean?”

“Well, uhm…” She met his eyes again. “I don’t want to kiss you.” Not like that.

Slowly, his lips parted, and he tipped his head to the side, as if properly contemplating her words. He glanced away from her, eyes on the beach behind her and then on the dashboard.

“Okay… I just… I thought…” Harry shut his mouth, shaking his head slightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“No, no.” She shook her head. “We weren’t clear on boundaries and such before we even started, we didn’t set any rules.”

“But I didn’t do something you didn’t want me to today, right?” he asked, talking fast as if he was afraid of the answer. “At the water park?”

“No.”

He nodded, placing his back against his seat and staring at the street in front of him. As he thought, his hands rested between his legs, thumb sliding over the other while he seemed to be contemplating everything that had happened the last few days. “You want rules then?”

She pressed her lips together as she regarded him. “Maybe. Just one.”

“No kissing?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“What about the party, Dax’s birthday?” Harry furrowed as he thought back on it. “When I kissed your cheek.”

“That’s fine, just… no kissing now. Especially not on the lips.” She tried to laugh a bit after that, but it sounded forced and not at all like herself. “They’ve seen it once now, so whatever happens we’ve done it once.”

Harry’s frown deepened and he looked over at her. “What, who's seen what?”

“Dax and Amir,” Y/N explained. “They saw us kiss. We kind of established what we set out to do, they believe us now.”

“Right,” Harry said, voice low as he looked at the road again, nodding slightly. “You’re right. We’re believable now.”

“Exactly.”

Harry inhaled, looking down at his hands. “There’s a barbeque at the farm next Saturday, if you wanna come.”

She smiled, watching him for a few more seconds before saying, “I thought there was gonna be a barbeque on August 7th?”

“That’s the ‘end of summer’ party where basically most of the people we are close to in St Ives are invited, I usually play some piano, and we eat loads of food, because Jessa likes feeding people.”

Y/N laughed; she saw a slight smile appear on Harry’s face as well. “Okay, so the ‘end of summer’ party is in two weeks, and barbeque next Saturday.”

“Yeah. And there will be no kisses on the menu. Sorry ‘bout that.”

She only smiled at him, waiting till he looked up at her before talking. “It’s okay, Harry. Let’s just… not kiss again, yeah?”

He nodded his head, biting his bottom lip. Y/N reached for her tote bag, putting it over her shoulder as she opened the passenger side door, giving Harry a grin when she was outside.

“Thanks for today, H.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Y/N closed the door and walked in front of the car, standing by the entrance to the Inn when Harry pulled the car out of park and drove off a little faster than he normally would. She watched him till he was out of sight, feeling both happy that they wouldn’t do anything that could maybe make her fall harder for him, and sad that they wouldn’t at the same time. She wanted to kiss Harry. Wanted to kiss him so badly that she felt completely numb as the knowledge that she would never kiss him again washed over her. It was emptying her of everything but the memory of Harry’s lips against hers, his hand on her neck, their souls connecting, detaching, and reconnecting again with each peck, each stroke of their tongues, each frantic exhale. Instinctively, she reached up, resting her hand against her lips, hoping to find some traces of Harry there that she could hold onto when a time came where he wasn’t a physical reality of hers anymore.

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Chaotic Commentary: We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Welcome to my thought process when I watch movies!

The arrival of a cousin with ulterior motives threatens the claustrophobic and isolated world of two sisters and their uncle. (Oooof, bitch. I already know Sebastian is gonna look damn fine in this movie.)

Watched: April 22nd, 2021

Opening

Alrighty, right off the bat, the opening music giving me very much throwing it back at summer solstice 1531. Might fuck around and show some ankle, who knows

Um miss girl, first off all, i know damn well you aren't wearing a stark white shirt and capris shorts after labour day. And secondly, you gotta work on your self care babygirl, you are looking rough

Okay, so noted; there is clearly something off about this girl because i know when i personally rummage through family keepsakes, i don't have a hannibal look on my face

I don't know if you guys know this but your house...it needs a little 5 minute crafts, diy, extreme makeover: home edition treatment

Ohhhh baddie alert, baddie alert, baddie alert. That chick’s silhouette already got me acting up. Yes sink low to the ground girl, drop it down for me

Short monologue before being cut in half by that creepy ass stare, gotcha. I literally needed more nightmare fuel, thanks bestie

‘A change is coming, and nobody knows it’ how much more change can you get, your house is literally in shambles girl one battle at a time

First Act

Ah, here we are, title screen. Very cottagecore.

Timeskip: What did happen last tuesday, I must know...the suspense is suffocating

I’m not one to judge, but that record doesn’t sound like a life-coaching audio.

Oh heyyy there's a kitty!

Yes hun, that is a working tap, your telekinesis is redundant. Eleven from stranger things eat your heart out.

Alexandra! Babyyy Daddario! Step on my face or domesticate me into a housewife, i beg of you. The uncle tho, he isn't it.

Chill out Mary, you’re just running errands. Why is she walking in a slow-mo naruto run like that. She is giving me a schizophrenic Napoleon Dynamite vibes.

Wait...is her name Meerkat?

Oh, its Merricat...nah i like mine better lmaooo.

Her inner monologue is making cackle because it sounds like a Gabbie Hanna original piece 💀

Okay what i got from the coffee shop scene was Stella is also a grade A baddie, I want to commit double homicide on those two douches, and i want to invite miss meerkat to my lunch table because awwww. She's just different leave her alone.

Wow, the village folk really know how to talk shit huh? Well, I can eat rats like all of them for every meal of the day, plus snackie snacks. Go fuck yourselves, thoroughly.

God that family needs to smoke some weed or something. Why do I feel like the sisters are about to kiss...and the uncle sounds like he means risky business. Very bad vibes here, back to you in the studio.

Ooooh, miss daddy really knows how to roll her tongue huh? Again, very much cottagecore ‘history says they were just really good friends’ aesthetic. And so many bops in this movie, kinda feel the need to throw it back or do the renegade.

Why do I feel like this next scene is just a posh episode of gossip gorl. Sipping tea and spewing nonsense. Rum cake? No thanks, babygirl. Oh but here comes uncle wanky, whisking away Lucille with his talk of arsenic.

Yes. Speak 8 course meal to me daddy...fuck, now I’m hungry. Okay the uncle isn’t so bad I guess, very poetic and philosophical. Yes, very nice. Sucks that he was roofied and turned to a professor X cosplay for solace, though.

Timeskip: Last Thursday huh? We are in for a rollercoaster folks.

*she glares in rhubarb pie and possibly shelved jam*

OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING, I SAW THE SIDE/BACK OF HIS HEAD AND MY HEART STOPPED. He has a very nice shaped head, yes, pleasing to the eye.

Hi sirrrr, I have a pocket full of horses, trojan and some of them used. Pls let me ride you in the little red corvette. Pick me, Charles, choose me, love me.

Real talk, I feel so bad for Mary Katherine (I literally almost typed Gallagher at the end lmaooo thanks molly shannon) she is obviously struggling with something and Constance looks like she is very traumatized.

But I still think there’s something not right about Mary. Miss girl no one walks like that (thats a lie, it would probably be me after a night with Bucky barnes) and I love me a little witchy goodness. But not enough to start locking up my bedroom like it’s Area 51 and having secret rituals at my super exclusive, diy bohemian temple in the middle of the woods.

OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE FEELING I JUST FELT IN THIS ROOM ON THIS VERY DAY IN APRIL, MAMA FUCKING MIA

when he stood up—bitch I’m gone, I’m his whore now. Sorry, I am owned by this man. Bye I was literally launched off earth for a moment there, kinda chillin’ in dead space, standby.

Okay I took a break for a moment. I’m cool, I’m collected, play button is a go. NOPE, GIRL MY MOUTH IS FOREVER OPEN, AND I DUNNO IF I WAS MY BODY TELLING ME TO KNEEL IN FRONT OF HIM OR WHAT—SOMEONE HOLD ME

Current state: I am hugging my knees and wasting away under my blankets. I paused and played and paused and played because I cant go more than 2 seconds of looking at him.

Okay, I’m all good.

All I keep saying is no...no ...NO, louder and louder every time he opens his mouth, ‘got a hug for your cousin?’ um not a cousin but yes, right bitch for that job present for attendance. Here ✋🏻

Girl I’d run like the wind, too, this kitty isn’t gonna dry itself, nyuuuooom, double time! Fall in, Rogers. Gotta keep up. 🏃🏻‍♀️

Timeskip: Last Friday night, yeah we dance on table tops and we took too many shots, I think I gave Charles a blo-oh-job, whoops—

Ah, see I knew there was something fruity about Charles, hopefully he kisses a boy in this. Would love to see that.

Uh oh, the way he just pops that fruit into his mouth...I fine, I’m totally fine. Mentally I am... the way he chews if making my oral fixation quake

‘now that’s a handsome cat’ sir if you don’t—he wonders why he is such a fucking meme, this is why Sebastian.

‘Jonassss’ which one of the brothers, tho?

Ah yes, the best of friends; Meerkat, Frankie Jonas and a middle-aged Carter Baizen. Ugh mega sad that this is the closest I will get to see Charles pet a puthycat though.

Why don’t you slap my ass like a flapjack pancake, Charles. You won’t.

OMG so quirky 🤪when you steal his shirts 🥺🤪🥰

Who the is venice, Charles? Who, who, what are you, a fucking owl? WHO’S VENICE AND WHY IS SHE YOUR FAVOURITE?! sorry i had to get that out of my system, iconic cinema shall not be overlooked.

all this commentary is fresh from my chicken breast brain by the way

All i heard out of that little inspirational, facebook-esque speech at the dinner table was was shoes. Also peep Frédéric Chopin banging in the background noise, a little Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 to keep party goin’

Charles...that is your cousin.

It isn't a PHASE, Charles. Let him be emo over his dead brother and great tragedy of losing his legs then gaining the likeness of sir patrick stewart. Therefore, he will not forget.

Oh...i’ll sit down i guess.

I COULD LITERALLY—...I could literally watch him eat for the rest of my life pls sir have murthy

Grocery boy...hmmm reminds me of a yee ole jingle i heard in my youth. What can i say, I’m a connoisseur of the classics my friends.

Sidenote: I’m getting vietnam flashbacks to singing ‘carol of the bells’ at the elementary christmas concert. I am overstimulated. And not in a good way.

Charles...do not add that newspaper clipping of your cousin to your personal spank bank, pls.

Timeskip: Last weekend, alright. What did we do; brewski’s with the boys? Hockey night in canada? one legged race? I’m dying to know...

Very nice form charles, you’ve almost dug right through the wood. A real mans-man here if we are being honest. I’ve never in whole life seen a construction crew do better than Charles Blackwood.

I could watch him do this all day.

Pearl necklace huh? Me too, girl.

‘I’m beginning to think, that my spells no longer work’ 8-year-old me, sitting in a bath full of salt and a charm bracelet of rock candy dissolving in the water after my fifth attempt to transform into a mermaid

Aw, but i would sit out there and eat a sandwich with Meerkat. Hell yeah, we can go halfsies on a BLT no problem 😢

oh...

oh no...Charles.

Here is my first sexual grievance, the way he carried that sack over his shoulder, mmm yes i have been fed most wonderful nutrients. BUT NEXT?! THE TWO FINGERS LINE AND THE FUCKING MOTION HE DID AND SAYING SHE WASN’T GOING DEEP ENOUGH PLS

what is with this man and gold...alright debutante Lance Tucker simmer down.

And the ‘hot’ thing, ‘needing a bath’? miss daddy is working it in for her cousin real hard, sweet home alabama all summer long

HEY LET'S ALL GO SWIMMING IN MY POOOL, AND BY POOL I MEAN BATHTUB, AND BY SWIMMING I MEAN SEXXXX--

Oh, so there’s this ominous whistling, nice, a blade kink, cool, and Charles serving body audi audi audi audi all the damn day. Hi sirrrrr. God i just love his chest, man. Its just so buff. He looks this good for what? And in front of his cousin...ew? um child, anyways so

the way my stomach clenched in the most uncomfortable way just shows that my body doesn't care about my comfort when it comes to thirsting and simping. He didnt have to look at her like that or fucking back her out

oh to be a chair...

esteemed audience member sac is a little tired of hearing cousin charles and cousin mary call each other cousin charles and cousin mary

Charles, eat your fruit and shut the fuck up. But also, hi sirrr.

I see you, Constance, I see you...tig ol’ bitties 👀

Timeskip: It’s Monday without the benefit of a sebastian stan, full frontal nude scene...smh

baby, just give up on the step and go fondle some plants please, i’m begging, stop at once. or, i spoke too soon?

If i have to hear sebastian say constance one more time i am going suck down all the arsenic i can find...he just says it so weird lmaoooo i hate it

Climax (make it happen, Charles 🙄)

Aw i love fruity, coffee shop, car men AU’s

that shot of him looking over his shoulder single handedly sent to into a spiral...what the fuck are you doing to me, Charles.

uh oh...one of the car men is madddd

OH OKAY WELL, WELL, FUCK ME, WELL

why dont you just come up behind her and literally growl in her ear what the fuck, Charles. I swear sebastian plays his characters just to make women go feral sometimes.

Sir! Sir! This IS A WENDY’S, SIR, THAT’S YOUR COUSIN--

NOT THE MILK CARTON

PLEASE I’M LITERALLY KILLING MYSELF LAUGHING, WHY IS HE DRINKING IT LIKE THATTTTT

that little ‘aahh’ at the end when he drank it all got me, oh my fucking jesus. Hold on i need a minute, my stomach hurts from laughing my guts out.

Oooof but the eye-contact and the expressions are computing mega well to my chicken breast brain so fanfics will be written and sin will be committed so help me lord jesus on the cross almighty, amen (sorry i’m ex-catholic, its just my go-to)

pfffft that is so iconic, Mary is literally gathering sticks in the pitch black woods while Charles basically puts down his own wood for her sister to pick up on fjgrebgnuierijiojfd, i’m dying

why does he have to pull that poetic, sensitive stud act...just give us the goods charles, slap someone i’m begging you

This is like star wars all over again, they served head-on into on-coming incest traffic

*holds up finger guns* sir, ma’am i’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your heads and get down on your knees exactly 8.92 feet apart, this is a citizen’s arrest

but, i too would like to slow dance and make plans with him. Maybe we’ll go deep in the garden with two fingers on top of the rhubarb, maybe we will commit arson, who knows...

Meerkat continues to be my every mood, she really said:

Timeskip: Oh shit, its tuesday ya’ll, grab your party hats it’s about to get funky

Charles, if you don’t shut the fuck up and stop yelling out her name i will suffocate you between my thighs, electrocute your arm until it falls limp and shoot you with a grenade launcher, don’t make me do it

And yes, am i currently squirming in my seat because of the way he is smoking the pipe and hollowing his cheeks, what about it?

Second Act

Yes baby girl! you trash that room like ozzy osbourne and tommy lee did to that motel on tour in 1982. Go, Meerkat, go!

Charles holding those sticks in both hands is the equivalent to a 1-year-old holding those little cocktail weenies, it has the same energy and i’m dying over it

Try to tell me it's not the same picture:

You can't.

Oh shit, its getting heated now. Mary’s in trouble.

Everything isn’t making sense at the same time its all coming together, i am confused, frightened, a little bit horny, but mostly just entirly overwhelmed. Mom...can you come pick me up, i’m scared.

Oh my god! knew it! i knew i knew the actor that plays the uncle, he's the creepy thin man from charlie's angels! Wowza, what a world.

Oh no...i’m flashing back to vietnam again, the fucking bells dude i’m tellin’ ya. There is so much going on, i feel everything but nothing at the same time, help...

NOOOO HER ARTSY BOHEMIAN WITCH COTTAGECORE JARS! THE OUTRAGE! SHE CANT CAST SPELLS ANYMORE, HER POWERS ARE LOST!

a CURSH! NOT A CURSH!

What in the criss angel mindfreak is going on in here on this day? Who are they? And why is the broad such a bitch...oh is she the mom? My bad. Pops seems nice though. Yes, indeed.

Awh, hiii frankie jonasss. 🥰

Oh here we go with the eating again. If i have to see him flex his jaw one more time i’m gonna go feral. And on the usual, loud and obnoxious noises like the ones he is making when he takes a bite, or chew or swallow food/a drink like the who fucking milk debacle. But he just makes it okay? Maybe its just my eating disorder bias coming into play but how can someone be sexy while eating, or smug? Like huh???

‘Why dont you like me?’ WHY DO YOU CARE CHARLES, GODDAMN IT

Is he playing the sad boi card reallyyy? You want someone to say thank you? Put yourself to good use then. I can think of a lot of ways you can use that mouth better than going on these strange mini-monolgues like some tortured writer with a kink for control...and breatheee

And she’s back with the Eleven telekinesis, sweet kat that is a meer you have running water! Pfft she is actually dressed like eleven too, like what. Oh wait did i just uncover the plot?

Breaking News: Eleven holds a whole town hostage.

Jesus with Charles eating, Mary getting the sudden urge commit arson, miss daddy looking so fucking fine that i would literally throw myself in front of a bus just to get her attention, and uncle X with his weird theatre act: my blood pressure must be through the roof

Wow hes got a temper, but poor connie, shes a hot mess lmaooo

Oh god...oh god okay this is happening, oh wow, you didn't even get through dinner first charles jesus. Listen, i never give choking up on the first date but if i had the chance...i don't want any sausages other than his, i said what i said

and it keeps going?? ummmmmm i ummmmmm, i don’t have words. I was not warned of this savagery and i don’t know if i’m going to be able to write for anyone other than Charles for a whillllleeee, hun, apologies

Good to know he also uses his super soldier senses in another universe to sense a fire deep in his loins like the dramatic king he is

Now he is driving away and laying on the horn, nice

Oh ho ho, yessssss my coffee shop baddie, my black coffee queeeeeennn Stelllaaaaa. She said, Superhero mode real quick.

ummmm uncle x with the sick mustache...thats certain death? I mean if you are into that sort of thing, have at it.

Okay still driving, people are crying over the bed burning into dust, the heavily disable man is still smoking the good stuff...got it.

Big red truck go Honk, Honk.

Oh here come all the old, white men. Lovely.

‘oh-hooo yeah, thats a fireeeee’ as far as old white men go, that was pretty fucking funny to me

Yeah its gonna be in the arms of the angels real soon if you girls dont get the fuck out????

‘We’re firemen’ and i’m a homo, you want a gingerbread cookie or something? put out the damn fire PLEASE 💀

Ummm you’re too late, i was already wet before you got that camera spray shot, dawg, oh but that poor camera guy lol

AND WEI’RE GOONA LETIT BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN, everybody its a singalong

hi, yeah...fuck off, jim

NO YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU KNOCKED OVER STELLA MY COFFEE MAMA

charles, you greedy bastard i dont know if should be ashamed when i say that i would still let him top me quite violently even still

Wow this rave got out of hand really fast, i blame marilyn manson

another day, another professor X 😪🔫💀☠️🔥🔪 𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡

i swear to go if anything happens to either my coffee mama or baby miss daddy i will reign hellfire.

Oh so it takes a gunshot for Charles to do a 360 running man but not a jay gatsby meets canadian, hockey riot, emo rave. Gotcha. Hes a man with a code.

That’s what you get for hoeing after your cousin, constance. This is all your fault!

Ending

Timeskip: Ooohhh, yesturrrrdayyyy all my troubles seems so far away--

hunny that ain’t the moon, thats your super secret boho alter

Noooo the kitchennnn, that was my favourite room, other than the bathroom for obvious reasons, I hope the milk cartons are okay...👀

I guess meerkat isn't getting her num-nums, and charles is just going to have to live with charred fruit if he decides to come back

FRANKIE JONAS! THANK GOD!

Oohhere'ss the tea, it's about damn time! I called it! I knew ms variant mongoose was the one who did the fucky things! But i was shocked to find out that Mary was the favourite child over connie, hmm very much bad parenting

ooooh, knock knock, is it charlie-boy? oh, thats disappointing, its just that gossip chick and her husband, boooooo

Never again...never. We get it baby daddy.

oh? another knock? HAHAHAHAHA ITS THE FIRE GUY LMAOOO, what a king. He reminds me of stan lee!

What aare these people doing, they aren't goddess you give offerings to so that your crops will be plentiful, fuck off man. ANOTHER KNOCK..

and i opp-- herreeeees charlie!

‘friends’ sir you were halfway in her pantaloons, stop trying to act all innocent, the fuck. Wow hes really going for it huh?

did he just rip the chain off? Oh charles relax, its door, you don't need to moan like that.

Uhm, i love connie, so fuck you charles you twisted, manipulative burnt cornstalk of a human being. Oh yeah throw a hissy fit, that's real attractive, keep going, she’ll totally say yes.

Oh wait NO DON'T DO THAT, NO THAT'S A DOOR. And another door? NO GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BABY DADDY ALEXANDRA, SHES MINE.

YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY, GET OFF! WTF!

*standing ovation* give it up for meer-to-the-kat, bravo kid! OH NO HES DEAd, YOU CAN STOP NOW

hahahaha guess whos deep in the garden now, Charles.

Ooh and we are back to start, nice. Children, she's a seasoned murder, might wanna chill on the whole bit you got going on.

Good, smile andddd scene!

Final Thoughts

Okie Dokie, I actually liked this movie a lot.

The acting was absolutely phenomenal, especially on Alexandra’s Daddario and Taissa Farmiga’s part, the characters were so well played. They focused in on so different points of view in this story that it captured the chaos that they were living individually and as a group under one roof. It constantly kept you on edge with the strange nuances in their dialogue, unnerving pauses and the progression of the condition of each character.

It was great. The aesthetic was there, the small but necessary breaks with dark humour really kept the story flowing and most of all, the fervour. It was everywhere, in their emotions or outbursts like Charles at the dinner table and on the stairs, or the way the townspeople kept adding fuel to their own personal hell. And I must admit, it's hard to make characters like Jim the firefighter relevant, but every person that this story involves has a distinct purpose and significance to the plot.

The only negative thing I could think of was I just wish there was more, I wanted it to be longer so that the small gaps in the movie could have been powerful. Okay, what else. Yes, Charles Blackwood, despite all of...that, will make a great character for me to touch on and has a lot of interesting qualities that I will be sure to tap into. Oh! And the only reason why no one else is getting the stan award was that my coffee mama was the only character who wasn't off the rails or just a terrible waste of human life! We stan!

Hoped you enjoyed this and my questionable thought process, I’m gonna go now...bye lol

Overall Score: 8.5/10

🏆 Honorary Stan Award: Stella Ella Ola, Clap Clap Clap. Periodt.

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