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Do you do farm stuff Scout? Or would you like to? Like owning chickens or tending an outdoor garden, that sort of thing?
From ages 7 to 19 I lived on farms, and was made to be an active participant in maintenance and usages of the facilities I don't know why the fuck I'm typing it like this, but I grew up on a farm. I was kinda in charge of everything, but slacked a lot and my brother had to cover for me. That said, I still spent a LOT of time doing chores.
At one point or another I've been responsible for most every farm chore you can really think of. All the basics like raking leaves, milking goats, collecting eggs, feeding chickens- but also the big stuff like moving tons of hay, herding flocks, caring for large animals such as llamas, alpacas, horses, and cows, as well as delivering babies, gutting and plucking fowl (only chickens and turkeys, though I've also cared for ducks and geese), dehoring, hoof cleaning, corpse transportation, crop maintenance, winter ice removal by breaking up frozen water troughs in 10 below weather (thought this was usually circumvented by anticipating the cold and setting up water heaters beforehand), constructing enclosures, slaughtering pigs, and etc etc etc etc etc all that shit. Bunnies snakes mini horses donkeys. All that shit. Farm stuff. Ya know.
Moved away when I went to college and immediately plunged into a mixed-zoning district in the Fushimi district in Kyoto. This was a really good transition from rural living to city living, because mixed zoning districts have blocks dedicated to apartment complexes and family homes right next to blocks of rice fields and ponds, which was behind the 7-Eleven I bought most of my food from.
Now I live in a SHITTY mixed zoning area in SHITTY America where we never stop hearing cars because there's a massive parking lot nearby and constant police sirens, not because the area is particularly dangerous, but because there's like 2 police stations nearby.
My ideal housing goal, which also happens to be my current goal in life, is to reach a slightly more rural version of the Kyoto living situation. The goals are very distinct:
0. I'm editing this one in after the fact to note that while I've used Kyoto as an example a few times in this post, I'm just looking for an area that feels right and would happily live in any prefecture that fits my needs.
I want to not be tied directly to a visa which would draw me away from doing whatever work I really want to do, like my student visa did later on when school started getting worse as professors were struggling to learn digital classroom mechanics. The visa I'm shooting for is dependent on a few ideas I have for businesses, but that's still kind of a long shot.
I want to be in a position of relative financial freedom so that I can spend enough time genuinely living there instead of just being tied to a computer all day, limiting me to the world I already know. This one's the big one, so I'm still workin on that. That said, recently I've been taking some pretty massive steps towards making this a more tangible circumstance. Fingers crossed.
I want to have a home that I own instead of renting, and I'd like to work with a Japanese architect to actually construct it. Again, these are big big plans, but I think a life goal is a thing worth thinking big about. And it's not like I'm trying to build a mansion, or even a family-sized house, I think I'd be content with three bedrooms, a kitchen, and common room. Of course, in keeping with the "dream big" spirit, in a world where I've got enough money to have a nicer, slightly bigger home, I can imagine as many as 5 bedrooms. It's nice to imagine in this "perfect" outcome that I've got a reason to have enough space for guests to sleep over. A local community, or an otherwise tangible, real-world web of relationships would be nice. Like, Real Adult Socializing Shit.
I want to have a significant emphasis on self-reliance on this home. As far solarpunk as I can reasonably go, without biting off more than I can chew as someone who's kinda limp-wristed. In a gay way and a feeble way. I figure this will come down to solar panels, water filtration, a well, and a garden (or at least the space to have gardening stuff like pots and soil). Some chickens would be nice too, but I don't know that I'd ever take on livestock proper.
I want to be properly submerged in trees without being more than a 5 minute bike ride from a train station. Somwhere like Yase-Hieizanguchi Station in north Kyoto is a good example of station that's on the edge of a metropolitan area and the forest. There was an apartment there I almost got, but backed out when covid hit cuz I decided moving across town would be a whack decision.
This is a BONUS goal, but I think it'd also be nice to not compromise on a single location, and instead have a home out in the inaka, while also having a small apartment rented in the city I can go between whenever I need to. In a world where I can afford a plot of land out in the country, but would still need to travel into town for business, that would be nice. Though in that scenario I'd likely need to also take on the arduous task of getting a Japanese drivers license. If I know far enough in advance that I want to take this specific route then I could bypass that last one by getting an international license before moving to Japan, but after moving to Japan you're barred from getting an international license.
I couldn't tell you in honesty that I'm a Salt of the Earth, Red Blooded American Farmer in my heart, and in fact I could not WAIT to move away from the farm. I hated that I didn't have a say in living on a farm, and was made to take care of animals. But what I DID enjoy about that life was the stillness. The opportunities of perfect silence. The stars unobstructed by light pollution. The ability to explore. Those things I was incredibly grateful for. And as such, in my perfect world, I would like to live on something like a farm again one day, just on my own terms.
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Chu Sojung - Doesn't matter
Pairing: Chu Sojung x Female Reader
Fandom: WJSN
Requested by: @slowlydifferentbluebird
Request: I'm here to ask some content for my WJSN bias, Exy 😌
What about Exy getting a crush on Dayeon's best friend(the Reader) but she can't accept easily the fact you're younger so she acts all tsundere. I'll let you choose the genre: fluff, angst, suggestive or a mix of them lol
Keep your good work and stan WJSN, y'all ❤
Zazá
Summary: Sojung never went for younger girls, most of the time it were women her age but for some reason something was drawing her to you and in the end she couldn't fight it.
Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, 5 years age difference, fingering
A/N: Thank you for requesting friend, hope you'll like it❤ I don't trust people who don't shake their ass when unnatural is playing😒
3rd's POV
"Guys, my friend will come over today so please behave today alright?" Sojung look up from her phone at the sound of Dayoung's voice. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for the girl to bring her friends to the dorm so it surprised the older girl "Are you saying that we don't know how to behave?" Juyeon who was making a snack for herself asked from the kitchen, Dayoung nodded earning a glare from the other girl. Jiyeon who was sitting next to Sojung just nodded and got back to texting someone.
The rest of the morning went by pretty normally or at least as normal as it could be at their dorm but the thought of Dayoung bringing home a friend kept appearing in Sojung's mind. Since Dayoung herself out of all of them wanted them to behave then this friend had to be special which only made the older girl more excited to meeting her.
Finally the time for you to arrive came and all the members were in the living room, pretending to be doing something there but it was obvious that they wanted to catch a glimpse of you. A doorbell rang and Dayoung ran up to the door, opening them and jumping on you for a hug "Aww I missed you so much Y/N, we really need to hang out more" All of them could hear you laughing at your friend's behavior and Sojung's heart skipped a beat at the sound of it.
It was beautiful.
Dayoung pulled you inside and showed you off to the other members "Guys this is Y/N and Y/N you already know their names" Sojung's eyes landed on you and she swore in that moment that she never saw anyone more beautiful than you looked right now. Her eyes couldn't leave you even when Dayoung started dragging you to her room, she only looked away when Juyeon elbowed her lightly. Looking to the side she only saw younger girl's smirk and she already knew where it was going so before she could say anything more, Sojung quickly excused herself to her own room.
But her mind was still plagued with you.
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In the end Sojung was too big of a shy coward to ask Dayoung about you so she asked Hyunjung to do it for her because she knew that out of all the members she would probably tease her the least. That's how she managed to find some informations about you and honestly she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad.
You were 5 years younger than her.
Nothing out of ordinary except the fact that Sojung never dated girls younger than her, especially 5 years younger. Her pride of never falling for younger girls started wavering ever since she met you and despite wanting to get to know you better, she hesitated. What would Dayoung think? Or even you, were you even into older women?
This made her act cold towards you whenever you came over to their dorm or just visited them during practice. You asked Dayoung about it because honestly it made you kinda sad that she ignored you like that, you thought that it was because of something you did so you felt guilty. If only you knew that in reality Sojung just wanted to have you all to herself even when she wasn't able to express it well.
In her room whenever she felt turned on and masturbated, all she thought about was you and how she needed you. During times like these she hated her stupid pride because if it wasn't for it then she would already confessed. Now it seemed like a distant dream.
Well at least until that one night.
You came over to sleep over at their dorm. At some point Dayoung was called to the studio for something important so you were left alone in her room. Sojung went to the room to retrieve her headphones that she left there before but she didn't expected you to be there alone. You locked eyes and the atmosphere changed "I-I just came to grab my headphones. I won't disturb you long" Quickly grabbing her headphones Sojung was about to leave before your voice stopped her "W-Wait, can you stay" She hesitated but in the end she had a hard time declining, so she took a sit on the bed next to you.
Silence took over the room, you sat awkwardly next to each other not knowing how to start a conversation. You looked like teenagers instead of grown adults in that moment. The awkwardness was painful to both of you so you decided to break it and find out something that bothered you for a while now.
"Did I.. did something wrong that bothered you?" Sojung looked up at you with a confused face "Did something? Why?" Now it was your turn to look confused because how she didn't knew about it when she clearly avoided you "I mean, I must have did something wrong right? You avoid and ignore me ever since we met" Finally understanding what you meant Sojung felt guilt creeping inside her. She never meant to make you feel like you did something but now that she thought about it, it did looked like that.
"No you didn't do anything I swear, it's just.. nothing" She looked down, too embarrassed to look at your face but what she said made you curious so you got closer to her and made her look at you. Her breath hitched at the proximity of your faces "It's clearly something, what is it?" The softness of your voice made her blush furiously as she tried to even the beating of her heart, scared that you're close enough to hear it. The closeness only made her more and more desperate for you and you were completely clueless about the effect you had on her.
"You really don't know what you're doing to me huh?" Sojung whispered, you weren't sure what she was talking about until you saw her hands gripping the bed tightly and her flushed face. The dots connected in your head and you started to have an idea about what was going on. Smirking you got even closer to her "Why are you stopping yourself from it then?" Her mind started becoming more and more clouded with the need for you "You're younger than me" Her reply was quick and short, it was getting harder for her to think normally at this point as your scent started enveloping her.
"We're both adults right? It doesn't matter if I'm younger or not, I can make my own decisions and right now I want you to fuck me like you mean it" All the right judgment left Sojung's mind after your words, she quickly connected your lips in a messy kiss. The roughness made you moan against her lips driving the older girl even more crazy. She finally had all she wanted right in front of her and she didn't wanted to stop herself now.
Her hands quickly pulled your pants down, her hand started circling around your clit earning a series of whimpers from you "Dayoung can come back soon so I need to be quick" She kissed you again as her two fingers entered you. Her pace was slow at first but it soon changed and before you knew it, she was slamming her fingers in and out of you with an incredible speed. Just like she said Dayoung could be home anytime so she had to be quick. Soon she found the perfect spot to hit to make you become an even bigger moaning mess. Since the other members were home Sojung tried to swallow all your moans with her mouth as she continued making out with you.
The familiar feeling started creeping in you and soon you came on her fingers. Sojung helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling her fingers out of you and tasting them right in front of you. The moment would last longer but the sound of Dayoung's voice downstairs brought you both to earth, the older girl helped you fix yourself but right before Dayoung came back Sojung whispered something in your ear.
"When Dayoung falls asleep, come to my room for a second round alright?"
Now that she had a taste of you Sojung won't be able to avoid you again, none of you complained about it though.
#vex writes#wjsn x reader#wjsn reactions#chu sojung x reader#exy x reader#chu sojung#exy#chu sojung smut#exy smut#wjsn smut#smut
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Whats one thing you think you need to improve with you art, one thing you're satisfied with about your art, and one thing that determines who or what you draw about?
OMG, I love this question!
Improve!
I took some time thinking about this and thinking about anatomy, colour theory, composition... but ultimately I think the thing I am most desperate to improve is emotion.
Here's a bunch of recent pieces and WIPs, all of which I love:
With the exception of Eugene at the bottom smiling, they all feel very flat emotionally. They do not feel alive, they do not feel real, you do not look at those character and understand how they are feeling and feel with them (with the exception of Eugene's smile!)
You understand what I as an artist am attempting, it's very clear the New Dream and CandyCaine drawings on the upper corners are supposed to be in love, it's very clear the lower left drawing and upper-middle are supposed to be sad-sorta. But you don't feel it. Or I don't.
I want every piece I do to hit you with emotion! And I think my recent art reflects that intent, but isn't there yet. I don't know why. Like I can't quite put my finger on it... But they just feel flat.
Satisfied.
Something I'm very satisfied with right now is posing! For a long time I was just drawing characters standing still, nothing really going on... Every artists has that phase! And I realised I was doing that and now I try to avoid it all costs.
I mean these are three recent pieces and there's good variety. I could definitely be pushing the poses a bit more, especially that first one with New Dream I feel like there's room for a lot more movement... But as far as variety and poses choice, not necessarily how it's carried out, I am very satisfied about where I am right now.
Determines who or what you draw about
This one is really hard because... I don't think there is anything?
I'm not consistent with what I do.
No consistency.... Sometimes it's clean line-art, sometimes none, sometimes a little, sometimes I'm using pencil textures, sometimes no texture.... I CAN'T DECIDE D:
Sometimes I'm doing portraits, fantasy creatures, scenes, landscapes...
There are consistencies in my art like how I do anatomy (yes, I realise the stylized Rapunzel using a cartoon anatomy is already breaking this rule), or that I will repeat techniques....
I mean I don't even really want to be consistent in my art and what I draw, I like trying out new things, plus...
Sometimes I want to spend weeks on a piece (lots of my faves take 5-7 hours, I think my longest is 15 hours on a single drawing). I want to pour all of my love into a piece!!
And other days I want to sit down and finish a drawing in one session.
I can't just pick ONE style!!! XD
I think I went on a tangent there... I'm sorry.
But yeah... I don't have a satisfactory answer for this last one simply because I can't find the common thread in my art. But I don't think that takes away from it :D
I just kinda pick up a pen and see what happens XD
Thanks so much for an awesome ask that got me staring at my art and asking questions! I always love rambling about art, it's great :D
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Scene Prompt 19 pt 5
Part 1 Part2 Part 3 Part 4
This one is full of medical/lab whump! Next part is going to have more of Whumper in it ;D Enjoy!
(Should I give the team names at all? Like Dr. Nova has a name...kinda tempted to name the team members...)
CW: Medical whump, multiple whumpees, needles
Teammate One continued to scream and thrash against the restraints holding them to the gurney. It felt as if their blood was on fire and their skin was peeling off.
The soldiers wheeling them through the hallway were glancing uncomfortably at each other every now and again with Whumper taking up the rear.
"In here." Whumper directed, pointing to the room just ahead.
As they all entered single file through the door, the gurney wheeled between the two soldiers, Dr. Nova looked up from his microscope at the counter and turned to greet them.
"Ah, I see Teammate One is experiencing the enemy's serum…good, good. Place them there." He indicated the open space in front of the monitor and machines.
As the soldiers deposited the gurney with the still screaming and thrashing Teammate One, Whumper stepped up to Dr. Nova and handed over the dart gun.
"For the posterity of your work, you should know that they have two shots in their system. The first one didn't seem to be working effectively. That, or they just tolerated the pain a little to well."
"I saw." Dr. Nova indicated the security feed of the holding cells on his computer. "You simply did not give enough time for it to kick in is all." He drolled, though his tone held the faintest reprimand in it.
Whumper shrugged with an apologetic smile. "I'll leave you to your work, then, Doctor."
Truth be told Teammate One's screams, which hadn't let up yet, were beginning to grate on his ears. Not that Whumper didn't mind screaming in general, but it had already been several minutes now and he was bored.
Dr. Nova merely nodded as they injected something into Whumpee's Iv bag and walked across the large room, picking up the clipboard with Teammate One's notes from his desk, and began looking them over.
Teammate panted heavily, their eyes casting wildly about, their blood still on fire and their skin still feeling like it was peeling off their body layer by layer. Their throat was hoarse as they continued to scream out in agony.
"Yes…they truly manipulated my serum to be absolutely incapacitating…Tell me, what does it feel like?" Dr. Nova gently placed two fingers on Teammate One's pulse to assure themselves that it matched the monitor reading.
"F-f-fire!"
"Interesting. I don't know whether to be impressed by their science division or insulted that my version of the serum was inadequate in some way." They mused mostly to themselves as they scribbled on the clipboard before going to the wall that housed a metal storage rack full of various vials and bottles and chemicals.
Plucking a small bottle from the middle shelf, taking next a few empty vials, Dr. Nova turned to the counter, opening a drawer and pulling out two clean syringes and removed one from the packaging. Their pace was unhurried despite Teammate One's obvious pain and they seemed rather unbothered by the continual screaming.
"This should counter it's effects, but first I need to draw some blood before I can administer it." Placing the instruments on a metal tray, he walked over to where the rolling cart was sitting and placed it on top.
Wheeling it over to their bedside, he picked up the needle and tapped with a finger to find a decent enough vein in their arm.
Teammate One's continued thrashing made it rather difficult, even with the restraints in place, but after a few minutes Dr. Nova was sure he was able to stick the vein as he quietly went about filling up the empty vials with his blood samples.
"Alright, hush now, I probably should have worn ear plugs for this." He mused as he prepared the antidote to the enemy's serum. Hopefully, it worked.
Jabbing it into their bicep he began cleaning up the tray and placing everything back in it's proper place, disposing of the packaging, and placing the blood samples on the counter next to the microscope for further inspection.
Teammate One began to slowly quiet down as the antidote started to take effect. The fire in their veins was beginning to cool finally.
Dr. Nova stood next to their bedside now that the screaming had stopped and they had begun to openly cry. "Walk me through the experience, Teammate One, what did it feel like? Use your words now."
They looked up tiredly, thoroughly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep. But it still felt as if their skin was peeling off, itchy and uncomfortable to a degree they couldn't even begin to describe and it left them in tears.
"Teammate One…speak."
"The f-fire in my veins is-is gone now…" Dr. Nova began to write on the clipboard, shoving their glasses up the nose when it slid down.
"But?"
"My s-skin…it feels wrong. L-Like being peeled…layer by layer." They answered between sobs, their eyes pleading for relief.
"Intriguing to say the least." He responded as he finished his notes, leaving Teammate One as they were. Preparing a slide with a blood sample, he sat at the microscope and raised his glasses to the top of his head to sit out of the way and he leaned over to peer through the lens.
A heartbeat or two go by, Teammate One residing themselves to the fact that their skin with never be comfortable or feel this agonizing from now on as a side effect of the experiment under way.
"My serum was indeed vastly inadequate…this combination of components is markedly inspiring…" Dr. Nova mused, wonder and jealousy lacing his tone as he flicked to different magnifications. "I wonder who concocted this."
Across the room, Whumpee's monitor gave a single beep, alerting Dr. Nova that there was a slight change in rhythm.
It also drew Teammate One's attention as well as he got up to check the machines and make note of the change on the clipboard at the foot of Whumpee's bed.
Whumpee was still injured severely from the other day when Whumper had 'interrogated' them, leaving them multiple broken bones including their ribs, both their legs and one of their arms. It wasn't until after the base was taken over that the team found out that Dr. Nova had requested the broken bones in particular, to test something Teammate One was sure, but apparently Whumper had gotten to enthusiastic that Dr. Nova had to wait until Whumpee was stable enough to even begin.
"H-how is Whumpee?" They dared to ask while simultaneously hoping for information as to what Dr. Nova planned to do with them.
It seemed like the doctor was ignoring them at first as they put the clipboard back and sat at their microscope once more.
"They are recovering just fine. They are stable and resting, though I'm sure that aberration was due to a nightmare of some kind. It is common in subjects who have been through a psychological trauma." He half-answered, turning his back to Teammate One as they resumed their notes on their blood work.
"Interesting…" He murmured aloud, here and there as he continued to work the blood samples.
Teammate One had given up counting the styrofoam tiles on the ceiling and cataloguing every item on the doctors desk. Their skin still hurt and they needed a distraction.
"What is?"
Dr. Nova glanced back over their shoulder with a raised brow. "What I am clearly working on, Teammate One. I know you are still experiencing some adverse effects, the antidote needs some improvement to be sure, but if you would quit interrupting I would be able to manufacture one much sooner for you."
"S-sorry."
"Quite alright…" he turned back to his work, collecting various bottles and vials to bring to his work station as he got to work.
"If you need a distraction try counting sheep."
#whump scenario#scene prompt#whump prompt#whump writing#whump scenes#whumper x whumpee#multiple whumpees#medical whump#lab whump#whump drabble#tw syringe#tw needles#doctor whumper
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Through the rabbit hole [Day 1]
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[B] No
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You decide not to bring the window situation up. Grim will probably laugh at you anyway, so instead of that you came up with a plan. Tonight you'll make sure to close the window, and if the following morning it'll be open, then you will tell Grim.
Intelligence +10
"C'mon, hurry up!" You sigh and follow your companion. The trip to NRC isn't long, and you quickly arrive to the alley with seven statues on its sides. Grim looks around, mouth open. He points at every statue, then turns to you.
"Do ya see those fancy guys? What's the deal with them? Why do they have big statues, and not Grim The Greatest?!"
"And I was wondering what's with all that noise. It's you two! Hahaha, I had so much fun at the ceremony! Who thought that a magicless person could study in NRC? Lucky you that Octavinelle's dorm leader took a liking to you, huh?"
You turn around and see a young man with messy ginger hair. He had a red heart drawn at the corner of his left eye, cocky smirk formed on his lips. You look him up and down, which seemed to erase the grin on his face. The stranger straightenes up and holds his hand up.
"Ahem! I'm Ace Trappola. A freshman at the NRC. We're gonna see each other often, huh? So you got interested in the Great Seven?" Grim nods his little head, already running towards the figure that resembled a woman with roses at her feet. You decide to joke a bit.
"I'm actually more interested in you, Trappola." Ace stops walking, turning his head to you. His cheeks now resemble the color of the heart drawing, eyes widely open. "Hey, I'm just joking."
"A-ah! Ahaha, funny... Uhm, I don't mind... You getting interested in me, that is." You stare at the freshman in front of you, who nervously played with his fingers. You couldn't help, but think that he looked kinda cute right now.
Ace is intrigued. Affection +10
"M'kay, I'll keep that in mind. Let's go. Don't wanna be late on the first day, hm?" You leave the ginger behind, making your way up the alley to the gates of the college. Ace and Grim follow you shortly after, bickering about something.
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The halls of the building are huge, ceilings unreachable. You and your two companions look around for the right classroom, clearly lost. You see someone approach you three. A boy, presumably the same age as Ace, with navy blue hair, a spade drawn in the corner of his right eye.
"Hey there. I remember you two from the ceremony. I'm Deuce Spade, I'm in the same class as you guys!" He places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a shy smile. Ace furrows his brows, swaying Deuce's hand off of you.
"Hey, I'm Ace Trappola! Looks like you're from Heartslabyul, same as me. Don't put your hands on every person you see, 'kay, buddy?"
Ace is irritated with Deuce. Jealousy +5
"I don't see your name on their forehead. If they didn't like it, I'm sure, they would've told me. Now, use your advice, and get your hands off of me. Okay, buddy?"
You stare at two boys fighting, but Grim tugs at your sleeve. He points to the right classroom, and you leave Ace and Deuce to deal with their useless quarrel. The room is big, students talking to each other.
"Tsk, what's gotten into these two?" Grim stands on his seat, tail swaying to the sides. You shrug your shoulders, sitting next to him. Ace and Deuce truly are something.
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Ace yawns, leaning on you, his face is drastically close. Deuce sighs, before tearing him from you, taking place in the middle. You enter the cafeteria, looking for a table to sit at. They all seem taken, full of students. You close your eyes for a moment, before opening them again. But this time you don't see Ace or Deuce, not even Grim.
You frantically turn around, panic creeping at the back of your head. You catch a glimpse of familiar ginger hair and run towards it. You bump into something. Or rather someone.
"Eh?! Who? Oh! Hehe, look at you. Ya wanna get squeezed, huh?" You look up, two heterochromic eyes return your gaze. You take a step back, but the stranger seems more excited by each second. He raises his hands, flashing his sharp teeth.
Are you really going to die here?
What do you do?
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[A] Close your eyes [B] Scream for help
[C] Throw a punch
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Personal stats
Stealth — 10
Stamina — 0
Intelligence — 0 → Intelligence — 10
Seduction — 0
Strength — 0
Ace's stats
Affection — 0 → Affection — 10
Jealousy — 0 → Jealousy — 5
Obsession — 0
Trust — 0
You caught Ace's attention
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Voting is open!
#🐇 through the rabbit hole#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland yandere au#twst yandere au#twisted wonderland yandere#twst yandere#twisted wonderland interactive au#twst interactive au
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dawn addiction.
— minors don't interact.
— wc: 3,3K
content + warnings: 18+, including: car sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, public sex (kinda of), unprotected sex, tummy bulge, pet names (dabi actually calls the reader "princess"), virginity loss (only mentioned), i bit of fluff bye
pairings: no quirk!dabi x fem!reader
— song: Press Your Number; by TAEMIN
After waking up alone one dark night without you sleeping next to him in the spacious bed placed in the middle of his room, Dabi catches himself thinking about you and feeling strange without having your warm body next to his in the bed. Thinking about Y/N was becoming a vicious habit for him and it was the kind of addiction that the more he fed, the more it seemed to swallow his sanity. However, he didn't blame you for not wanting to be seen or related to him, in a small town like the two of you Touya was the delinquent that people avoided interacting with lest they be excluded from that closed society.
He stretches to the side in order to get his own phone from the small table placed on the side of his bed and finds himself standing there for a few seconds feeling the smell of your body that permeated the pillow next to him. After taking a deep inhale, Dabi unlocks his cell phone to try to call you, but there is no answer, after all, it was past 1:00 AM in the dawn and Y/N was now probably lying in her own bed in her house trying to sleep.
The dark haired man lets out an impatient grunt before dropping the cell phone on the bed. He was deeply rooted in you and, because of that, feeling like an insane madman who was insisting on something that couldn't be his. But what could he do but fall in love with you after kissing your lips countless times and spreading your legs dangerously wide for him before claiming your virginity as his?
And the end of that night, just like all the others where you would finish fucking and you would shamefully put on your clothes to go home, would be filled by him masturbating with the thought of your naked body running through his mind.
Touya could feel the warm temperature of yours with little mental effort with his own fingers and would cling to the fading memories of the few non-sexual moments you had shared over the past few months.
That night, Dabi slept when the sun was already up, but Y/N, on the other hand, didn't even sleep a wink. She couldn't even take a lousy nap, because her eyes were glued to her cell phone screen waiting to see if he would call her again because on the first call of the night she wasn't brave enough to answer knowing that her parents were half a wall away. A coward? Yes, that's what she was. But there was a perfect daughter demeanor that she needed to maintain, especially if she wanted to continue to nurture her father's idea of letting her start studying at a university in the metropolitan area of the country.
Y/N would turn twenty a week from today — and if her father's promise to give you a car came true, her plan was already halfway done — and she didn't want to be stuck in that small, rural town forever. She had big dreams, and, ironically, in most of them the fulminating image of Dabi was present beside her. What if she was the only one there who wanted to leave that life? What if he didn't want to leave with her? But more importantly, at what point had their relationship become so deep?
It was now 7 o'clock in the morning, which meant that in about two hours your parents would wake up to go to work. You took a deep breath and reached out to grab the cell phone lying next to you on the bed, and then began to type a message as brief and vague as possible to your lover:
"Pack up all your stuff by next Friday. Take everything that you think is important or of value to you, pack it up, and meet me on the other side of the bridge that leads to the avenue out of town, the side that has the rusty 'Welcome to our town' sign. At two o'clock in the morning. No delays. And please try not to draw too much attention, wear the most decent, neutral clothes you have in your closet. Oh, and bring documents."
And all week long you could barely look your parents in the face without feeling guilty for wanting to break free from their protective arms, but you just couldn't take it anymore. You hated that small town, and you also hated being forced to go to church every Thursday and Sunday with your mother because she said that God would "bless you with all your dreams come true," so why didn't he just indirectly help you leave that town behind? Literally, the only thing holding you back in that town was Touya and you wanted to take him with you outside the boundaries of that town that looked more like a village forgotten by the rest of the world.
Y/N's favorite place to be was Dabi's lips, and even then, the girl's replies to him by messages and short calls that didn't last more than 5 minutes started to decrease drastically. The useless monologues continue to increase inside her mind. Until the Thursday before her birthday when Y/N was about to fall asleep after standing for almost 2 hours listening to the local church mass hoping that her mother would not notice her slouching and irritable posture, suddenly a sound of something banging against her bedroom window was heard. And initially she didn't bother to get up to find out what had caused the noise, until she heard it twice more and frowned as she got out of bed after seeing that it was almost two o'clock in the dawn.
You drew the curtains in front of the window, opened it and stuck your head out, looking down and suddenly feeling your cheeks heat up violently. And there was Touya looking at you with a look of sorrow and animosity. He pointed in the direction of the hidden backyard behind your house where the two of you in the beginning of your relationship used to hide just to spend some time together or have a make-out session that ended up leaving both of you sexually frustrated because neither of you had the courage to have sex in that place where anyone could see you if you made too much noise. However, Dabi was the devil in your life worth sinning for.
— What the fuck are you doing here? — Y/N asked almost desperately as she felt Touya wrap one of his arms around her waist to glue their bodies together.
— What? Can't a man miss his beloved and want to go see her? — He asked, holding her face with his free hand. — You barely answer my messages.
— I told you we were going to meet tomorrow, on Friday. — You rested your hands on his chest to move away just enough to look him in the face.
— And about that, you're killing me with curiosity, princess. What are you thinking of doing tomorrow? It's your birthday. — Dabi commented, running his thumb along her bottom lip affectionately.
— I-I know. — You replied, looking away. — I was planning on... going out... with you. — You just didn't say it was going to be an out-of-town trip with no intention of coming back.
— What are you hiding? — He asked, leaning down to place a simple, tender kiss on her lips.
— Would you follow me wherever I went?
— I would follow you to the ends of hell if you asked me to. — Dabi answered, and instinctively you grabbed his face to place your lips back on theirs in a kiss deeper than the one before in a frenzy of feeling.
— Then do it. — Y/N whispered against his lips staring into his beautiful turquoise eyes. — For my birthday the only thing I ask from you is to always be by my side, I don't need material gifts.
Seconds after you finished speaking, the sound of footsteps inside your house could be heard, and a shiver ran down your back as your hands desperately pushed Dabi away in the direction of the very door through which the two of you had entered the yard.
— Damn, not even at dawn I... — Touya began to complain as he walked briskly away from you and disappeared into the darkness of the night to return to his house.
— Shhh, shut up. I'll see you at dawn. Two o'clock, don't forget. — You whispered loud enough for him to hear you as you turned back and faced the back door of your house slowly opening to reveal to you the sleepy figure of your father.
— Honey? — He asked, and you gasped as if you were distracted by something while you could hear your heart beating rapidly. — What are you doing out here? It's late? and cold, you might catch cold.
— I... — Y/N looked around just to make sure there was no more sign of Dabi. — I heard a noise here when I went down to get some water and just wanted to come down and see if it wasn't an animal or something. But it was nothing, I guess it was just my mind playing with me. — It was a good enough lie considering that it wasn't hard to wake up during the night to go to the bathroom or eat something from the fridge.
And then your father called you inside and you promptly went. As the day went on, not even your father's birthday present with the car seemed to quell the anxiety inside you of going to see Dabi in the middle of the night with no intention of coming home. Y/N packed three backpacks and after watching your parents go to sleep, put them all on the back seats of the car after grabbing the keys that your father had left on top of the coffee table in the living room, and also grabbing some money from your father's safe that was in a secluded room in the residence.
After writing a short, albeit long, letter explaining to her mother that she was going to the metropolitan city — but without saying with whom — to try a new life there and that you would be fine because "there were friends waiting for you there" — which was a big lie, but she didn't need to know that — Y/N put on a sweatshirt and ran out of her now former home. Remembering all the various driving lessons her mother had made her take last year, you put the key in the ignition and made sure that your license and other documents were in one of the pockets of the three backpacks on the back seats. And you set off across town to reach the end of the bridge that served as both a gateway into and out of the city, parking exactly beside the welcome sign.
After about fifteen minutes, you watched a silhouette approach through the darkness, and if you didn't recognize the blue-toned sweatshirt with white details that Dabi usually wore when he didn't want to attract attention, you would surely lock yourself inside your car for fear that it was some sexual predator. Before he could finish approaching you at the agreed upon spot and open his mouth to vocalize something, you ran toward him to jump into his arms and kiss him fervently like you hadn't done in almost two weeks. He didn't fight your grip and responded to your display of affection instantly, he missed your touch more than he would admit.
— Where are we going? — He asked, analyzing her new car as he watched you open the back seat door and gestured for him to put his own belongings inside.
— To the big city. — You answered unlocking the door next to the driver's seat after hearing Dabi choke on his own saliva looking at you as if he hadn't heard you correctly. — Come in. — Your head swiveled inward.
— What do you mean we're going to the city? What about your parents? You have a loving family here, I have nothing to lose, but you? — Dabi put one hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.
— I want to go to the city. I want to live with you. — Y/N replied feeling her cheeks heat up and looking at him expectantly. — You said you would go anywhere with me, to the ends of hell.
— And I will, but this decision... — You interrupted him.
— Please. For once in my life I want to do things my way. Without having to hide you from anyone, without having anyone judge me for being with you. Let's go to another city, live together, we'll figure it out when we get there. — You put one hand on his forearm, squeezing it gently.
Touya took a few seconds to process the information and after looking from you to the car, he said:
— Where are the keys? — You waved them in front of him, flashing an amused smile. — So get in the car, doll face. I'll drive. — He gave you a light slap on the butt before pushing you toward the driver's seat, getting into the car and putting the key in the ignition. — How long until we reach the city?
— About six hours, we can get there in the morning.
— Great. — Dabi started the car and began to drive along the deserted road while resting one hand on Y/N’s covered thigh and occasionally giving the area a gentle squeeze.
After about an hour of driving, you became distracted by fiddling with your cell phone until you noticed his long fingers sneaking up and over your thighs until they came dangerously close to Dabi's real intended destination. Her eyes cast a serious countenance at him as if she were silently saying: "Don't you dare" and in response his lips parted in a defiant smile as his hand on the steering wheel slowed and eventually brought the car to a full stop.
— C'mon. It's been almost two weeks since we had sex. — He said, lowering the two seats you were sitting on and pulling you to sit on his lap with your back against the steering wheel.
— And the best place you could find to have sex was inside my new car? — Despite your complaint, you didn't try to restrain his hands from reaching into your sweatshirt to grab and squeeze your breasts, nor did you object to the feeling of his knee pressing against the middle of your legs.
Touya lifts your arms and pulls up your sweatshirt and then concentrates on removing the simple tank top and lacy bra you were wearing, shortly after which he leans over your body to take one of your nipples between his lips to begin stimulating it. In response, you rub your hips against his leg as your hands grip his dark hair as a way to relieve the growing tension settling through your body. His hands slowly slid down your back, past your waist and into your pants, while his right hand also invaded your panties to run his fingers over your pussy lips and his left was busy opening the buttons of that garment.
Y/N put her hands on the hem of his sweatshirt, pulled it up, and was not surprised to see him with nothing underneath. Strangely enough, his skin was naturally too warm and it was not hard to believe that even with the low temperature outside the car he would only need a casual sweatshirt to not feel cold. And that was exactly why you liked so much to run your hands along his body exploring him calmly to make your touches last longer.
Dabi turned his body so that you were lying on the passenger seat and stood over you with a smug smile as his hands dug in and squeezed the skin of your legs after he finished getting rid of your pants with some difficulty because of the tight space.
— Keep your legs open for me or I won't let you cum, princess. — He whispered, sliding his mouth down her torso to her pelvis and pulling her hips up as high as possible before burying his fingers inside her pussy and enveloping her clit with his lips.
Y/N's hands gripped Touya's now messy hair and pushed his face against her hip in search of more of that mind-blowing pleasure she had missed for the few days she had been avoiding him. Suddenly the car became extremely hot, almost to the point where you both felt suffocated and ironically neither of you cared about that, not when Dabi was curving his fingers and sucking your clit in the way that always made your vision cloud and too loud moans escape your mouth. But, you didn't want to cum in his mouth, so your hands moved his face away from your hips and pulled his body up.
— Please, Touya, I need you inside me. — Her voice was slurred by her rapid breathing.
Dabi didn't need you to say anything else, he just stepped back briefly to get rid of the clothes that were still covering his lower body, adjusted your hips to his, leaned on the car door behind your body and guided his cock to the entrance of your pussy. As you felt him fill and enlarge you completely with his tip rubbing against your cervix, you groaned, leaning on his shoulders to face him and watching the small rise against your belly that was always present when that black haired man penetrated you.
Touya slid one hand down your neck and closed his fingers around your neck applying just the right amount of pressure to make waves of pleasure run through your body and not to hurt you. He began to move and Y/N passed her legs around his waist moving her body downward every time Dabi moved upward, occasionally he would take her lips on his just because he liked to feel her moans against his mouth and the rhythm of his hips gradually began to get harder and faster.
— I should cum inside you, hmm? — Touya asked, keeping eye contact with you every moment he thrust inside you again and making you clench your walls around his length without you even realizing it. — Damn, I love you so much, you have no idea what I would do for you.
— So show me. — You grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still resting on your neck and squeezed it without too much force. — Make me your girl.
With a smug and satisfied smile, he continued thrusting himself against her insides to the point where her hips began to ache just seconds before she reached her own orgasm with her nails digging into the skin of Touya's arm and her back arching as spasms coursed through her entire body at a high rate of speed. He gave a few thrusts against your pussy until the white streaks of cum painted your insides and slowly pulled out of you, wanting to prolong the feeling of having you squeeze him some more.
Dabi let his tired body fall back against the driver's seat and concentrated on stabilizing his breathing while you did the same as you looked up at him with the following thought running through your mind: "This is definitely the man I want to be with forever". The thought made your cheeks burn and it didn't go unnoticed by him:
— What? — One of his eyebrows arched.
— Nothing, I was just thinking... about you, about us. — You answered, starting to look around the car for your clothes, and an amused laugh came from Touya's mouth, who looked at you tenderly.
— So I'm always on your mind?
— More than you think, yes. — Y/N answered, leaning over to place a tender kiss at the corner of his lips. — Now get ready, get your clothes, let's get back on the road.
— Can we fuck again before we get to the city again? — Her eyes narrowed in disapproval.
— Shut up, you idiot.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆
Summary: you and harry dated in his early 20s but broke up after 6 months. You didn't tell him you were expecting his child out of fear. Now your son is 5 and Harry sees you with him.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆!
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You may seem like the perfect 27 year old. You Have a nice career as a lawyer, a nice car, you lived in a nice suburb, and you have many friends and family that love you just as much as you loved them. people thought you were on top of the world, living freely, but that was beyond the truth.
you had a little boy named Jack. He was your life – no your world. Even though he wasn't planned you were so grateful for him. And the reason why you had all these things in your life is because you wanted him to have a good life even if Harry wasn't involved.
He wasn't in jack's life by your choice. You knew it was stupid and you should've told him before Jack was born but you didn't have the guts to and still don't. You thought you could do it without him and Frankly you did. It was tough but as long as a smile was upon his sweet face you know you were doing the right thing.
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You walked down the people filled sidewalk; it was around 2pm and you were done with work, on your way to pick up your baby Jack for preschool.
You walked onto the school property, entering the building. It was full of parents picking up their kids and teachers talking. You went straight to jack's classroom to pick him up.
As soon as you entered the room, Jack spotted you. He smiled widely and ran to you wrapping his arms around your neck seeing that you were already crouched down. "Mommy!" You laughed as you picked him. "Hi buddy, did you have a good day."
Jack looked at you, his sea green mixed with a hint of brown sparkled. He was way too identical to harry it was insane. Green eyes, curly hair, dimples, he even had his accent but it was just slightly. He was just a harry styles 2.0 and every day he grew he started to look more and more like his dad.
"Yeah! We draw, and we went to dance class. It was fun." He said giddily as he placed both of his tiny hands on your cheeks.
You chuckled, "that's nice. Okay let's go." You let him down so he could walk. The both of you walked out of the school, on your ways with your life. "We're going to go to the bakery." You said looking down at Jack briefly. He looked up at you. "Mama's going to get a muffin. What are you going to get bug?"
Jack looked up at you, "I going to get a muffin too." He stopped in front of the bakery's door waiting for you to open it. It was the bakery you both always went to due to the fact it was only a block from the school. You said 'okay' as you opened the door.
The sweet smell of baked goods filled your nose making your stomach growl; you didn't even notice you were hungry until now. You and Jack walked in and got in the short line of 3 people waiting in front of you, waiting for your turn to order.
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Harry who was just finishing up his run decided to stop at the bakery for a snack. He stopped at the door taking out his earphones before he walked in.
It wasn't packed which was nice he thought to himself. He got right behind you in line.
at first he didn't even recognize you. He was to busy looking at the menu, but when Jack asked you a question and you responded his breath hitched in his throat. He remembered your voice like it was yesterday. Still as sweet as anything he has ever heard.
So many thoughts were running through his mind. Who was the kid you were holding onto? Were you babysitting? Or is he Yours?
Harry took a deep breath, distancing himself from his thoughts. He was going to say hi to you instead of freaking out.
It took some courage but he spoke up. "Hi." He tapped your shoulder causing you to turn around. When you saw harry your eyes widened. "Harry.... Hi." You were shocked, this couldn't be real, it was actually harry fucking styles.
"how.. how are you?" You asked. You weren't sure if you should hug him or shake his hand; you weren't expecting this.
"I'm great." Harry placed his hand on his hips looking down at Jack. "Uh who's this little guy, you're babysitting?"
In the inside you cringed at that but answered him, "uh no. He's my son." You looked down at Jack who was looking between you and Harry in confusion of who harry was.
You looked back up at Harry, his eyebrows were knitted as he tried to put everything together.
"uhh" harry looked back at you. "Uhh is he mine?" His voice was high pitched as he asked that. You hesitated, but nodded.
You can see a mixture of pain and disbelief on Harry's face. It kinda hurted seeing how he looked.
"Why didn't you tell?" Harry said looking at you then to Jack. He was starting to notice how jack looked like him. You shook your head to the side, struggling your shoulders, running your available finger over your forehead, "I.. I." As you started your sentence you felt a tug on your pants. You looked down at a pleading eye Jack. "yes Jack?" "I want muffin." He said. You nodded, peering back at Harry, "Look can we sit down and talk after I get him his muffin?"
"yeah, sure." Harry said as he swallowed. You muttered an okay, going to the counter while harry found a seat. You ordered a muffin for Jack and a coffee for yourself before going to sit with Harry who was in a Booth in the far back of the bakery. He was not trying to be seen and you understood that.
You placed Jack in the booth before you took your seat. You put on his favorite show on your phone so he can watch it while you and Harry chatted.
Harry didn't look at you, he couldn't. He went all these years without knowing he had a son; that hurt him more than anything.
"look, Harry I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared and I didn't know what to do."
"you didn't know what to do? Y/n you could've called, text, told gemma or my mom. You had so many opportunities, and so many ways to tell me and you didn't." Harry exhaled as he finished. Even though he was pissed his voice was soft. As much as he wanted to be mad at you, he couldn't.
You looked down at your hand on the table. "I don't know what else you want me to say other than sorry." Harry looked up at you, "I know you're sorry, and I forgive you. But it's just, will you let me be in his life now?" You looked up at him, "of course." You softly grinned at Harry before looking at Jack. He had muffin crumbs all over his face as he ate it. You Chuckle, "Jack, I want you to meet someone."
Jack looked at you. "Who?"
"well I want you to meet him." You pointed at Harry, " he's your daddy." Jack looked at you then at Harry. "Daddy?" Harry laughed, "yeah, I'm your daddy." Jack looked back at you for reassurance. You nodded, laughing yourself. Jack turned back to harry. "Hi." He said smiling, followed by a little giggle.
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Jack and you spending the Whole day with Harry. Despite the rough start, the day went well. It didn't take Jack and Harry long to become best buddies. Harry was already telling Jack about gemma, his dad, and Anne, jack was more than ready to meet them.
The night ended with Harry leaving around 8. He made sure to tell Jack he'll be back the next day to play with him. That made Jack extremely excited and he went straight to bed after harry left.
That night as you got in bed you wondered if today was a dream. It felt like one. It wasn't though. You laid in bed staring in the darkness as you tried to comprehend it.
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The next day you took Jack to school and you went to work. The whole day your brain was in a blur. You tried your best to focus but you couldn't. You didn't know if it's because harry was back in your life and your past feeling for him were starting to return or something else, but whatever it was was like a concrete wall in your brain
You got through your work day and went straight to pick up Jack. Of course when you picked him up he gave you a big hug and cute giggles and smiles. As you both made your way home, Jack couldn't help but ask his dad.
"is daddy coming over." You nodded, "yeah, he's coming over for dinner. Should we make some pizza?" Jack nods his head as he giggles, "yeah!"
You snickered, "well let's go put some pizza in the oven.
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You and Jack spent the evening cleaning and getting food ready. Jack was extremely excited; he couldn't help going to the window every minute to see if harry had arrive or not. He was already so attached to Harry.
While you were in the kitchen you heard the sound of a car pull up. Not long after you heard a streak, it was Jack. "Mama, he's here!" He ran in the kitchen, he was smiling and bouncing up and down.
You smiled, "let's go open the door." Jack led the way from the kitchen to the foyer. He struggled to open the door but once he got it open there was no stopping the kid.
He ran to harry, wrapping his arms around his legs; it nearly knocked harry unbalance. Harry chuckled, running his hands over his mini me.
"hi buddy." Jack pulled away from Harry's leg. "Hi daddy." Every time harry heard that name it felt like a dream.
"can I come inside?" Harry asked Jack even though the answer was obvious yes. "Yeah." Jack took harrys hand letting him in.
As he passed you, harry winked. You chuckled as you closed the door.
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After spending a couple of minutes with Harry it was dinner time. You three sat at your dinning room table and ate. While Jack and Harry talked, you stayed quiet. It didn't go unnoticed by Harry either.
As you were cleaning up after dinner Harry managed to slip away from Jack to see if you were okay.
"hey y/n are you ok?" You turned to him. "Yeah, I'm great." You smiled at harry as you turned back to the dishes. Harry pressed his lips into a thin line. "Okay, well I'm going to go back to playing with Jack. He's so energetic."
You laughed as harry walked off finding the little monster. They were having such a good time and that made you so happy.
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Later that night after Jack was put to bed, harry decided to stay a little late for a chat with you. You both sat on the couch beside each other but with a little space between you both.
"how have you been?" Harry asked you. You sighed through your nose, "I've been great. Really stressed from work, but I'm perfect." Harry nodded just the slightest. "What you do for work?"
You looked at him. "I am a lawyer." As you said lawyer harry couldn't help but smile. He remembered you always talking about wanting to be a lawyer and to see that you finally fulfilled your dreams makes him happy. "That's amazing. I'm so happy for you puppet."
The nickname, god the nickname. He used to always call you that when you were dating. Hearing it made your body tingle.
"you're working so hard, I have no idea how you took care of jack by yourself." You strugged your shoulders kinda getting a little embarrassed from Harry's comment.
Harry smiled at you, "how about I take out to dinner with no Jack, so you can relax. How does that sound?"
You looked up at harry, eyebrows raised, "umm sure, yeah." Harry smiled softly, his cute little dimples showing. "Okay." He stood up. "Well I gotta going. Thank you for having me over puppet."
Your breath hitched in your throat from the name as you stood up. Harry pulled you into a tight hug. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hugs.
When he pulled away he placed a kiss on your cheek before making his way to the door. You followed. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, 7?"
"yep." Harry turned to you, "okay, see you then." With that he walked out of the house to his car.
You shut the door letting out a deep breath. He was doing something to you.
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The next day, around 7pm you heard a knock on the door. You quickly Walked to the door opening it. On the other side stood Harry. He looked at you and his breath hitched.
You were dressed in a dainy dress with flowers on it.
(I couldn't choose which one so, here)
"hi."
Harry returned back to earth. "Hi." You chuckled. "It's not too much is it?" Harry was quick to shake his head, "no, you look beautiful." You thanked him before you ran back inside to get your bags. On the way you passed your babysitter and your very close friend. "How does he like your outfit?" She asked at a whisper.
"he likes it." She ohhed, "you might have him on your leash now. Good job." She playfully congratulated you causing you to laugh. "Well, we'll see what happens. I gotta go."
She waved goodbye and you walked to the door. Harry was still waiting their but he was talking to Jack. When he saw you, he smiled and stood up.
"hi you two." You said, slipping past Jack. Harry turned to you. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes." You responded.
"okay, well I'll see you later buddy. Gotta to take your Mama out." Jack nodded, "okay, bye." With that Jack Jack shut the door on you both. You scoffed turning to harry, "well that was rude."
Harry chuckled, "very. Now let's go. I have the perfect restaurant for us. He walked over to the passengers side opening the door for you. You grinned walking over to the car, "thank you." You got in and harry shut the door. "No problem."
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You sat across from harry, your nose deep in the menu you were looking over. Harry had brought you to a nice Moroccan (I'm sick of saying italian) restaurant that selled some great dishes.
"do you know what you're going to get?" Harry asked as he sat his menu down. "Yeah, I'm going to get Kefta tagine." You said hoping it was correct. Harry nodded, "nice, I'm going to get Tangia."
You smiled at him, "I was going to get that but I opted out." You Chuckled lightly as you sat your menu down. "It's very good. I always get it when I come here." You raised your eyebrows, "okay."
The waitress soon came by and took your orders. When they were done Harry turned back to you. "So how have the past few years been for you? I know you had Jack but how has it been for you?" He reached over and took your hand in his. It was a simple gesture that calmed you.
"well it's been hard but I've been enjoying myself. Um I've tried going on vacations, it's always to another city but that's good enough for me. I try my best to have alone time with Jack and go to the spa and the bar, but that's about all I can do."
Harry nodded as he listened. "You're amazing and I want you to know that. And you don't have to keep beating yourself up over not telling me about Jack. I'm here now and it's been the greatest Few days of my life so don't worry about it, everything is going to be fine."
You smiled at Harry. You felt very relaxed around him, it was just the power he had.
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You both soon after got your food and began eating. You made conversation with each other easily. Harry talking about tour and you talking about Jack. At the end of the night as you both walked to his car harry couldn't help but wrap his arms around you.
"I had a good time with you." He said looking at you. "I didn't as well. Thank you for inviting me."
You both walked to the passengers side. As you reached out to open the door harry did the same. Your hands touched and you both pulled back at the same time. "Sorry." Harry mumbled. You shook your head, "it's fine" you turned to him seeing him blushing with his hand on his face. You laughed taking his hand, "why are you so shy?" You asked.
Harry looked at you and playful frown on his face. "I'm not..... Maybe." You laughed, some how you felt like a 20 year old girl again. Harry laughed along with you. He took your other hand in his. You looked into his eyes, the ones you loved dearly. Before you could even think right you were kissing harry.
You shuttered, shivers running down your spine as you kissed his soft lips. You felt your body yearning for him like it never had before. Harry let go of your hand and cupped your cheek. It deepened the kiss for the both of you.
Harry felt your little hands tugging at his waist so you didn't lose your balance. Despite wanting to kiss him more you had to pull away for air.
Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. " I've missed your lips." Harry said. "I've missed yours too." You breathed out
Harry sighed, "let's start over. Let's not worry about the pass and just focus on the future."
You opened your shut eyes looking at him. "Okay." Harry mumbled out an okay before placing a light kiss on your lips and pulling away.
The man in that used to be yours was now yours again, and damn it felt nice.
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Okay, I'm finished, I'm proud too. feedback welcome.
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{DELUSIONAL-PART 5}
*not my GIF*
Jax had pulled Delaney down on to his lap as everyone started to discuss how to solve the problem. Delaney was frustrated with herself. She shouldn't of let it get this far. She should've been able to solve this herself. She thought of everyone in this room as family and all she'd done is bother them with her problems and put them in danger. "Maybe I should just move away. If I leave charming, the problem goes away and Jax is safe." Every member of the club started to protest her idea. Jax and Gemma being the loudest. "No your not going anywhere. You can't leave me-" Jax coughed his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I mean us! You can't leave us." Before Delaney could over think it Chibs chimed in. "Hold on a wee minute and think about it. What if that's what the sick bastard wants? To get you on your own, your family not around you. No one you can turn to for help. We'll protect you sweetheart, but you have to stay here with us. You belong with us D, this is your home." Delaney smiled softly as chibs patted her hands from across the table.
" I have an idea." Everyone turned to where kip was sat in the corner behind Juice. "What about if I moved in with Delaney? Protect her from this dude?" Delaney couldn't help but smile at Half sack. He really was the cutest thing ever. The sweetest guy. He was going to make some lucky girl very happy one day. Unfortunately for Delaney her heart was set on the guy who didn't want her. And why would he when he had beautiful women falling at his feet everyday? Tigs laughter broke delaney from her thoughts. "You? You couldn't protect yourself prospect!" Chibs snapped at the young lad who was blushing crimson at this point. And ofcourse Tig had to join in. "You'd be too busy panty sniffing you little perv. You think we don't know you fancy her? A few days of living with her you'd be stalker 2.0". Opie, Tig and Juice couldn't contain their laughter as kip went even more red. "That's a good idea" clay pointed out, interrupting the loudness. "What panty sniffing?" Tigs eyes went wide in amusement. Rolling his eyes Clay gave Tig a 'Shut the fuck up' look which seemed to work instantly. "Jax moves in with Delaney and they pretend to be a happy couple. That makes this guy angry, draws him out and we finish him." Delaney's eyes went wide at the suggestion. "Youll have to make it look real. Go in dates, public displays of affection, show her off around the parties, that kinda shit. We need to do it right, we wont get a second shot at fooling this guy, he notices every little thing about her." Jax nodded. "It's a good plan" everyone around the table agreed. Except Delaney that is. "There's just one problem to your little plan." Delaney pointed out. " No one is going to belive me and Jax are together. I'm not his type. He would never go for me. Everyone knows that." Jax started to protest but Tigs laughter cut him off. "It's fine just dye your hair blonde and spend some days working in Luann's studio and everyone will soon buy it". Delaney glared at Tig. She knew he was referring to Ima, the bottle blonde bitch that couldn't keep away from Jax. Just the mention of her name made Delaney angry. " Well then luann is going to lose her top performer. I've kicked her ass once I can do it again. I can shake my ass better than her anyways." Quickly changing the subject before Tig could say anything else, clay turned his attention to Jax. "You've got 2 weeks to finish this. Your free from club business until then." Nodding in response Jax tapped delaney's leg making her stand up. "I'll go pack some things up and we can head to your house." Delaney sat back in his chair as all the members spilled out into the bar area. Picking at her fingers her anxiety was still all over the place. She had extra things to worry about now. How was she supposed to live with Jax, pretend their a couple and keep everything normal between them? Then there was the added worry of him getting hurt by whoever this was. He may not have taken the threat on his life seriously but Delaney did. She couldn't help but worry that something was going to go wrong.
Less than an hour later Delaney and Jax pulled up to her house. Parking her car on her driveway, she looked at the grey door that lead to her home and she didn't want to go in. "It's ok. I'm here remember". Jax tried his best to reassure her but it did little for her nerves. "We got to make this work D. We got to keep you safe." Sighing she nodded at him. " Yeah I get it. Game starts now." She couldn't help the distain in her voice as she exited the car without another glance at Jax. If she had of glanced back she would of seen the flash of hurt that crossed his baby blues at the mention of the game. Little did Delaney know Jax didn't like this either. Climbing out of her car he made his way to the boot smiling as she opened it for him. Grabbing his duffle bag he smiled at her."Thanks Baby" he kissed her cheek softly. Delaney's eyes softened as she smiled at him. This was gonna be a hard two weeks.
Delaney knew deep down that somebody was going to come out of this hurt. And as she let Jax into her home, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to be her.
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Thesis Paper (80s College!AU)
Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: A bit angsty in the middle, mention of alcohol and being drunk slightly, and lots of mention of stress, but overall fluffy and cute
A/N: This is one of a couple writings that I have planned for @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup's Quarantine Writing Challenge. This was so fun to plan and write and hopefully I get another one of my ideas out, but I do plan to write them all, no matter what. Anyway I hope you all like it and thank you to @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup for hosting this and inviting me to participate! Love you all!!! 💖💛💖💛 (It wouldn't let me tag @shaekingshitup! Sorry!😭)
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Monday
“Tony, how does this sound.” You pace back and forth, reading the new sentence from your notebook, waving the pencil around and looking at him wide eyed when you’re done.
“Sounds fine… but a bit wordy. The great thing about being in anything science or technology based is the lack of embellishment needed. So cut some of the therfores and neverthelesses.” He chuckles and looks up at you from his word processor to get a look at your stress-consumed being. You were wearing firetruck red biker shorts and Tony’s grey MIT sweatshirt, hair haphazardly pulled back with curls pointing every direction and your gold Dorothy Hamill glasses resting on your nose. He knew you hated wearing them, but you hated wearing contacts even more, especially when studying. The face you were looking at him with was one of disdain and annoyance, which only made him stand from his chair, walk over to you, take your notebook from your hands, and engulf you in a hug. You fight it at first, wanting to get back to writing your thesis, but soon settle into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder. “You need to calm down or else you're gonna burn out. The more you worry about your thesis, the more likely it is for you to overthink the entire assignment and you know that.”
“Easy for you to say, Stark. I’m surprised you didn’t already have one completed from when you were four or something. Or that your dad didn't make you write one instead of drawing pictures as a kid.” You mumble into the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulder, sighing at the feeling of his hand moving up and down your back.
“Honestly, me too.” He mumbles and moves you back to arms length, still holding your shoulders and doing a once over of you face putting extra focus on your now pouting lips. He moves a curl from in front of your left eye then plants a quick unexpected kiss on your lips. “God you're fine. Okay, take a break from that and start studying something else. Don't you have your Microbial Physio final tomorrow?” You sadly nod as Tony quickly moves over to your backpack on his couch and pulls out a tattered red Mead spiral notebook and brings it back over to you. “That’s your favorite class! Take some time to go over those notes.”
“But, my thesis, I’m just past halfway done with it. I-” You take the notebook then drop your arm to your side, watching your hand grip it tightly to keep the number of loose papers and packets inside the pages, stopping your words in their tracks when you look up to see Tony, eyebrows raised and doe-like brown eyes peering into yours.
“You are going to burn yourself out before you know it if you don't talk a moment to just chill. Take...an hour. Go over that class. Then give yourself a 15 minute break. Then you can get back to writing your pre-Nobel Prize winning paper.” He kisses the top of your head then heads back to his spot, reading what was already typed on the white paper, thinking for a moment as he sits back down, then continuing to type. You watch him for a moment. Watch as his fingers cascade across the keyboard of the word processor. Watch his forearm muscles contract with the finger movements. You more specifically watch his eyes as they run along the page, looking down at his notebook and then his fingers every once in a while. After a few seconds he stops to look up at you and grins a grin that would only be worn by a mischievous four year old, then pans his eyes down to your notebook and back up. You just groan and sit down across from Tony, then take a sip from your water bottle before finally opening the notebook and filing through all the information.
Tuesday
You set back down the pen used to sign in for a study room and make your way back to Study Room 3 where Tony already was, clicking away on his word processor, completely oblivious to your emergence until you whispered a small “Hey” to him, kissing him on his cheek and then finally setting your backpack on the ground and your word processor on the table.
“Hey, uh, how was your micro...physio? Yeah, how was that final?” Tony snaps to jog his memory, rubbing his eye with the back of his thumb when he finally got it. His voice was groggy and hair more wild than usual. You knew he had a final for his biomechanics class at 9:30 this morning, but he seemed more tired than that, like he hasn’t slept since you last saw him.
“It went surprisingly well. I knew most of what I needed to know so that’s cool. Hey, did you sleep last night? You seem kinda… discombobulated.” You wave your hand in a circle, fingers outstretched, accentuating your newly painted red fingernails. Tony watched you as you sat down, smiling at your newly acquired brown “Cosby sweater” that you got the last time you went shopping. You had your hair pulled back into a curl-filled ponytail by a gold scrunchie, a hairstyle which he knew was only to keep your hair out of your face because, under normal circumstances, you loved wearing your hair down.
“I-uh,” He chuckles a bit and runs his hand through his hair before answering. “I maybe had like an hour of sleep. AND before you scold me, I know I shouldn’t have, but it was all time spent writing and last minute studying.” You scrunch your eyebrows and look at his word processor, as if you were cursing it. “Maybe, if you were there, I would have gotten one hell of a good night's sleep.” Smirks and wiggles an eyebrow, which leaves you less than amused for a second before his contagious smile gets to you and you begin to laugh.
“Okay, okay, no. Don’t take my focus off of the fact that this is the most important week for you to get at least 5 to 6 hours of sleep, okay? I’ll even let 4 hours slide. Just please get some sleep tonight?” You look up from your bag, now with a stack of blank white paper in your hands, pleading with your deep brown eyes. Without looking you swiftly take a piece from the top and load it into the word processor.
“Fine, I’ll try.” You purse your glossed lips at his promise then go back down to your bag to pull out your outlining notebook and the pages of your thesis that you already had typed out. “Would you look at that, what have you been doing all day? How much have you gotten done?” He rests his head in his hand as he watches you beam with accomplishment.
“More than half, but not quite three quarters of the way done. I already had just under half typed last night, but I just didn’t feel like lugging my word processor to your place. So I’ve just been typing all day." You set up the paper in the large machine in front of you and flip through your notebook to your outline notes.
"God, I wish I had your work ethic. I barely wrote anymore than what I had last night." He taps on the table, annoyed at his own lack of improvement.
“And that’s why we're here.” You type a word then look back up at Tony, who was still staring at his finger planted on the table. “Hey, it’s okay. Take a break if you need to. You’re like me, when you start overthinking, it takes a bit for you to come back. You’re just better at hiding it.” You giggle, muffling it when Tony’s lifeless eyes fall on you. “It’s okay for you to feel stressed out, Tony.” You reach out and take hold of his fingers and squeeze them a bit. They were always slightly callused due to his hobbie of randomly building robots that you still never understood, but hey, that was Tony. He couldn't afford to be idle. His eyes slowly light up and a small smile grows along his lips.
“I love you.” The words flow from his mouth as if they done it before and yet your ears have never heard it before. Your body takes control and suddenly you are in Tony’s lap, legs draped over his, hands holding his face as you press a deep kiss to his lips. He desperately grabs at your waist, pulling you closer until you both have a great need for oxygen.
“I love you too, Tony.” You press your forehead to his, forgetting the world around you two for just a moment. Unfortunately the looming due date and ungodly number of finals approaching in the coming days come flooding back, making you stroke Tony’s face one last time before getting up and going back to your seat. “Alright, now let’s get to it.”
Thursday
Wednesday held a Lab final and a Genetics final for you, along with a full day of writing your thesis. Tony had a Measurement and Instrumentation Final and a Product Design final with a day of staring at a thesis paper that was just over halfway done. Bottom line, you two were both preoccupied and spent the day alone with school work. But now it was the day before your thesis was due, a point in time that made all these years, slaving in a library over old textbooks seem worth it. You were headed to your boyfriend’s place with a backpack, a finished thesis, and a word processor, ready to do some final editing and spend time with him on this fateful night. You get to his front door and fish through your pocket to find the key he gave you months ago. As you unlock the front door your mind pans back to when he gave you the key, it was a random weekday and your first thought was that he didn't like having to get up at 12 a.m. to lock the door after you leave, but it was more telling you that he wanted to see you come in at anytime. He trusted you and that happened to be one of his first declarations of love to you without using words. You push through the door, excited to see Tony, but met with a dark apartment with only the hanging light above the small, wooden dining room table illuminating the space. Tony just sat there, eyes fixated on the paper flopping from his word processor, hand on a half full bottle of Jack Daniels. You close and lock the door behind you and drop your things at the door and slowly make your way over to Tony.
“Tony, how long have you been sitting here?” You finally get to Tony and gently remove the bottle from his hand, no resistance coming from his grasp. You examine the bottle a bit, realizing that it was full just a couple of days ago.
“Y/N, why am I here?” You tilt your head in confusion, and Tony continues. “What did I do, except be Howard Stark’s son, To get into MIT? Everyone expects me to be him. I expect myself to be him. Why the HELL can’t I be like him. Maybe, maybe if I was like him, he’d say he’s proud of me? Is that too much to ask?” He hugs you close by your waist, his tears soaking into your own Cardinal Red MIT sweatshirt. You bring your hands to his head cradling it as he shakes with sobs.
“Tony, if there is anyone at this school who deserves to be here, it’s you. No one is expecting you to be your father. You are a brilliant mind in and of yourself and that is who they want seeping through that paper. Not Howard Stark’s son, Anthony Edward fucking Stark, the man before me who is destined to do great things." You lightly stroke his head. He hasn't exactly had a break down like this before, but he has had pretty dark moments of doubt that you were there to comfort him for, so you knew the most important thing was just to listen.
“You're just saying that because you’re my girlfriend. You don’t deserve this, the immature Stark boy. You deserve so much better than this, I-I’m-” Before he could finish you push away and look him straight in the eyes, the illumination of the hanging light giving your brown skin a warm glow. You knew Tony, he was a heavy weight so these words were genuine, induced by stress and fear and fueled by doubt. He's always had a hint of doubt in what other people thought of him, what his dad thought of him, but never you. The crease between your brows eluded to anger but the assumption of that emotion couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Tony, I know I deserve the best. That’s why I’m with you. I don’t know how many times I have to say it, but you are the most amazing man in the ENTIRE world. And you have made me 10 times better, 10 times more confident, than I was before. I’m a better student. I’m a more confident person. You brought this out in me and I could never be more grateful.” You back up and pace a couple feet back and forth. “Tony, your thesis isn’t just a thesis. You are planning to fully go through and make a fully functioning AI that can be programmed to any device with a speaker and a microphone with the voice of your fucking butler from when you were a child. An AI that will be able to evolve with technology and would already been way more advance than what's going on today. What I’m writing about… I would be lucky to even get an internship in a lab studying the biochemical aspect of AIDS, but you, you have the ability to do the great things your dad did and more. So great, that you will be the Stark everyone will talk about. But to get to the top, you need to compose yourself and finish your damn thesis, you understand me? Create your own greatness.” You finish, out of breath, arms akimbo, staring straight into Tony’s more sober eyes with a smile on your face that you don't even remember growing. He subtly nods and gives you a small grin which you return then come in for a hug, getting on your knees beside him because it was your turn for your head to be cradled.
“Oh, you came over to edit and instead you spent 15 minutes talking me down. I’m so sorry.” You shake your head at his realization.
“Honestly, mine is great, I really came here for you. You know so I could practice my presentation.” You chuckle looking up at him then standing again, dusting off your black leggings and adjusting your red leg warmers. “Alright, for the last time of our undergraduate career, let’s get some work done.”
Friday
You stand in front of the Pierce Laboratory building, ringing your hands together as you wait for Tony to show. You slept at his place last night but your presentation window was 10:30-10:45 in the morning and across campus, so you had to leave before it would have even been remotely okay to wake him up. It was now 2:10 in the afternoon and Tony’s presentation was in 5 minutes with no sign of him. You adjust your messenger bag on your shoulder for the 5th time within the past 3 minutes, and feel a rush of relief come over you as you see Tony running up to you with a thick stack of pages in his hand.
“Sorry, I had to add some things, and-” He begins to ramble, apologizing in advance to any scorn you were going to give.
“Explain to me later. Go in there and make that thesis your bitch, okay?” You grasp his shoulders and scan his eyes, finding his usual confidence in them.
“Okay.” Tony answers, like the comfort your eyes bring to him. You look at your watch. 2:11.
“Go.” He turns to leave, but you quickly call for him, stopping him in his tracks. You run to him and kiss him hard, hands at the side of his face, pulling him down to meet you, for 25 seconds exactly. You counted and he had time to spare so you used a bit of it. The action obviously caught him by surprise because when you were done, he just stood the with a dopey look on his face, so you give him a nudge. “Okay. Now go.” And in no time, Tony was in there.
Twenty minutes later you see him come out, hands in his pockets and a haste in his step. From his point of view he sees you standing there, the smile on his face infecting you. You were in a large white “Heal the World” shirt, a jean jacket, baggy jeans with a thick black belt, and Adidas, obviously a different outfit than what he could imagine you would have worn to your thesis presentation. The mid-day sunlight complemented your gold undertones perfectly, reflected off of your lip gloss like a spotlight, making him feel warm at just the sight of you. He reaches you and makes an abrupt stop.
“It went well?” Your smile grows as you talk and before answering he pulls your face in and kisses you hard and passionately, a kiss that would've been difficult for you to measure the length of.
“Hell yeah it did." He kisses you again, softer this time, allowing you to savor it more. “Let’s get out of here. Murray’s?” He suggests. This dinner is where you guys had your first study session two years a ago, where you went as a backup for your first date because your reservations were mixed up and where he asked you to be his girlfriend 6 months ago. The place held value from your experiences there, the biggest one being this one, where they enter the restaurant ready for graduation.
“Of course Murray’s.” You watch Tony begin to take off ih jacket and hastily get behind him to help it off. “Our last time in Murray’s as undergraduates. How does that feel?”
Tony stops and turns around to look at you, clutching your shoulders and giving you a bright loving smile. “Amazing.”
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Sneak Peek : Recompense
So I decided to pull an old piece from the archives that I kept hidden for the past three years.I’m thinking about reviving it for the incoming year. As I was editing, I had the thought of transforming this into a Madrugada prequel (though the main character’s name is different in this version). At this rate, I know Cecil’s story will never be told within the story and I kinda regret not having the proper place to write it within Madrugada. Poor guy doesn’t get a break and deserves to get some form of happiness. Anywho, let me know your thoughts! If it’s a yes, then I will work on bringing this into frutition.
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May 1923
The flowers bloomed with a soft fragrance as the sun shined bright. Folks were busying the streets, shopping, and talking. Children played with friends, running about with small toys at hand. The wind was light, giving the right temperature for the London atmosphere. People were beginning to find hope again.
There was still a lot to fix up since the war. The troops were in anguish from all they faced on the frontlines. One, in particular, was Colonel Robin Davies, a man who was of great power. If this were five years ago, there would be people honoring him as he walked down the street, hoping for another win with his strength. Now, he walked down the crowded streets of London but merely watched others with curious eyes as strangers went about their business. There were no shouts of recognition or triumph surrounding him.
A book was at hand, a pencil too. The young man was walking to the small park not too far from his home. He was hoping to find some sense of peace. Instead, his ears consumed the noise of people, people who weren't affected.
Some beggars were asking for money, needing to fill their stomachs. Like many, Robin ignored the cries, not wanting anything to do with them. There were also young boys trying to sell newspapers, raising their voices in the hopes someone's ears would perk up having an interest in the news. More often than not, people barely took a look at them, not caring to worry themselves for a while. Robin wasn't like that. He needed to worry, be alert.
He went by the stand, taking out some loose coins from his pocket, taking the folded papers without a word. The young man said 'Thank you' to which he didn't receive a reply. Robin continued to go to the park, destined to do something with his life again.
Recently there were times he'd stay in his room all day, looking out the window watching others. He would go to the gatherings he was invited to, but there wasn't much to do, no one cared to converse with him, not that he'd blame them.
Sitting down on the bench, he took in his surroundings. Green was the dominant color in his vision, specks of brown and red. The sky was crisp. Clouds open widely, dancing in a slow rhythm. Birds were flying from one tree to another, in search of finding food for their young-ins.
His fingers opened the book, looking at previous works he'd done. They all looked the same, some a little more detailed than others. Life was mundane now, a repeat of itself. As he placed the pencil on paper, he thought how nice it would be if things changed for him.
He thought about it for a bit and left the beginning stages of his new work, only to start an even newer one.
He remembered one of the gatherings he'd have to go to in the future would entail a baby's dedication. Though he wasn't exactly close with the parents anymore, he wanted to do something nice for their child. Maybe the child wouldn't judge him based on misconceptions.
He then decided to draw a babe and mother. There was nothing more beautiful than that to him. He's seen so many dies that new life is what he needs to see.
He sat there, in concentration for about twenty minutes, pencil on the pad, ignoring all that's around him. When he finished, the sun was beginning to hideaway. Many people left and went back home, into the warmth which was lost as time went on. Robin rolled his neck a little before heading back to his place, wanting nothing more than sleep.
He avoided others as he walked briskly, not wanting anyone to acknowledge him.
Without realizing it, he ended up bumping into someone. Someone he didn't care to see.
"Robin, old chap! It's been some time since we've seen you. How are you?" Harry looked at his oldest friend, Christopher Watkins. His dark blue eyes shone with happiness, not that he didn't have anything to be happy about these past couple of years.
Robin just stared at his friend for a moment, allowing a small smile to don his face.
"That's a good mate. Hopefully, you haven't forgotten about Saturday, right? Melissa's been missing you." Unconsciously, Robin clenched his jaw. He wanted to comment on the innocent words, but couldn't. Instead, he nodded, raising his book to indicate he was working on something.
His friend nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "That's a good mate. Don't forget to look sharp. You know how she gets." Robin gave a half-hearted nod, deciding he should leave. He waved at his friend before walking off, not letting the latter give him a proper goodbye.
He didn't realize until he reached back his home that he was seething anger. It was the way he slammed his door. His things all around the floor that made him realize. He wishes he could scream, let all the anger come out.
He can remember what happened like it was yesterday. He decided to go to the war, entering the ranks like his father and grandfather. He knew it was much riskier due to how escalated the war became, but he wanted to follow tradition and make his family proud.
Before he left, he remembered leaving his beloved, Melissa, along with his good friend Christopher before heading off into the train. Robin remembered telling her how much he loved her, and the minute he got back, they'd get married.
He remembered her crying, begging him not to go. Melissa was afraid he would die, he wasn't.
He remembered talking to Christopher, "Take care of her" he didn't realize his friend would do more than that.
He was off for three and a half years. Sometimes when he could, he would write, never receiving anything back.
For three and a half years, he held onto the thought of starting a family with Melissa to help him survive.
When he finally reached home, not without wounds, he envisioned she would jump into his arms, but she was nowhere to be found.
He wanted to ask where she was but couldn't. Others realized he had that thought but chose to ignore it.
It wasn't until he went to see his friend when he saw the truth. The love of his life and his oldest friend got married, even had a child together.
The only thing he could do was stare in shock. He heard their excuses, thinking it would be better if they had gotten married because Melissa didn't believe he was alive anymore. What about the letters he sent her?
He knew the truth. They fell in love as he was away. Once you turn your back, others are out what you have.
He was shocked, angry. He couldn't show it though, he wanted to but couldn't. He just did his best to lose touch with them, much to their dismay. Robin knew they both pitied him, seeing that as the only reason they reach out to him. Anyone reached out to him was because they pitied him.
It was since then he gave up a bit but tried to fulfill his life in another way. He couldn't head back into the army, not yet. Instead, he stayed inside his home, living off what he inherited and the little the government gave him for his heroic work.
He began to grow out his hair, long curls forming. He would mostly have a harsh look on his face, avoiding people as a whole.
He needed something out of life, but he hasn't found it yet.
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Saturday came quicker than he planned.
He focused so much on the painting that he hadn't realized how the time passed. He wore a nice suit, in contrast to his regular button-down shirt and slacks.
He neatly combed his hair. Since the end of the war, he had grown out his hair. There wasn't anyone for him to impress anyway. He shaved clean, but that was normal. He didn't care for a beard.
He reached the house of his longtime friend within no time; it was twice as big as the place he lived in, but Christopher had a family, so it wasn't as if he didn't need it.
When he rang the doorbell, he saw the blue eyes of Christopher, happy as ever.
"Robin, you came!"
Robin knew his friend was surprised because he usually would refuse to go out to social events. Before the war, he would be the one to make the party.
He smiled at his friend, subtly gesturing he wanted to come in.
Christopher took the box which encased the drawing he had.
Robin walked into the grand home and was surprised by how many people were there. Most were young families, but many were single women.
He looked around before seeing Melissa. His eyes wandered on her glowing face, red hair woven in an intricate braid, holding in her arms a baby. There was a ghost of a smile crossing his face. He then thought about how it would be if she married him, and that was their child.
Without him even realizing it, she walked towards him, his mind still away.
"Robin! It's great to see you again. How are you?" He looked at her surprised, before recovering with a smile. He was glad to see her again, even after how awkward everything was for him in the beginning.
"This is Josephine. Josey, this is your Uncle Robin" The mother turned from him to her daughter, a cheerful 5-month-old baby how started to grab things within reach. "Would you like to hold her?" Robin nodded, never really having the experience before.
With stable hands, Robin held the little girl. She had her father's brunette hair and her mother's hazel eyes. His hand touched her soft cheek delicately, afraid to break her. The baby took his finger and held onto it. He felt like there wasn't anyone else around except him, Melissa, and her baby.
Sometimes, he wished he could turn back time.
If he had to choose, he would still be boxing, fighting for his country. He would come back to a worried Melissa when he appeared to her with a bruised lip or a black eye. He may have had the advantage of not seeing the horrors that the war had to offer.
Within minutes, he came back into the real world, hearing Christopher calling his name. "Robin, mate, there's someone I want you to meet." There was instantly a bad feeling in his gut hearing that.
He gave the baby one last smile before giving her back to Melissa. Walking cautiously towards Christopher, his guard instantly came up.
Christopher put an arm around him, leading him into another corner of his big house. That's when he saw her, his worse nightmare.
She was tall, blonde, and beautiful. There was an odd look in her eyes. Although she held a smile on her face, she seemed a bit detached. Robin hoped this interaction wouldn't be too long, but he knew it would already be short due to him.
"Robin, this is Francesca. Franny, this is Robin, the guy I told you about." Told her about, what about him? He wasn't even told about anything!
"Hello, it's nice to meet you." She gave her long, thin fingers for him to shake, to which he took and shook hands with him, not without giving a polite smile.
"So Robin, I heard you do art. What kind of pieces do you do?" Was she serious? If Christopher told her all about him, he could've at least added that he was mute. His teeth gritted together, and out of spite, decided to use sign language to give his answer.
She looked confused at his "gestures", his signing, leaving to complain to Christopher about this 'flaw' he had.
Robin was beyond mad when the woman left. How dare Christopher humiliate him? What did he do so wrong that he was made to look like a fool not once, but twice?!
"I'm sorry, Robin. I didn't want to make you go through that experience. I know after everything, you've probably don't care for relationships like that. Melissa thought it would be best for you to move on."
His eyes opened wide at the last statement. Did Melissa want him to do that, to move on? She sounded as though she wanted to forget about their relationship. Robin gave his old friend a small nod before deciding to take his leave; he didn't care to see how they'd react to his painting.
He sulked down the now dark streets, his mind fuming. Instead of heading back home, he went to the place he once considered a haven.
The boxing gym was one of little lighting, many would usually come early in the morning to do what they need to, but Robin didn't have any time for that. Taking off his suit jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and tied his hair before looking for a spear pair of boxing gloves.
Without hesitation, he started to punch. It was slow at first, but when he thought about things that got him upset, his punches became faster, more powerful. His breathing became more ragged, and he lost everything in the motions.
It wasn't until he collapsed from the burning in his lungs when he stopped. It was years since he practiced, so he should've expected that to occur. He coughed a few times, his chest moving fast, trying to catch his breath.
After a few minutes, he thought it would be best to go back home, sleep away from his emotions. He realized a while ago that burying his emotions became his new thing.
When he arrived home, he was surprised who he saw standing by his front door, his father. Edward Davies stood tall and proud, waiting for his son's arrival. Robert was almost his exact image, except for his eyes. Robert got his sea-green eyes from his mother.
As Robin reached his front door, he noticed his father looking at him, eyes softening. The young man remembered even as a child his father never looked at him like that. There was pity in his father's eyes, and he hated it. He didn't need his father to feel sorry for him because of what happened.
"Hello Robin, it's good to see you again." He shook his son's hand firmly. Robin only looked at his father, giving a smile to indicate how good it was to see him again.
As they both entered the warm house, Robin sensed that something was going to happen. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but he did have to brace himself.
"How are things for you, son?" This time, Robin resorted to using sign language to get his words across. There's only so much the face can express.
I'm doing well. Things are going normal for me.
His father nodded, having learned the language to make up for the lost time. There was an awkward silence between the men, not sure of where things would be heading.
"Robin, I know the war ended years ago, but I do hope you know as a Colonel, you still have responsibilities to the country as a whole." The younger man nodded in agreement, he had been through a lot, but there was more to protect the country from.
"As you know, in recent years, there has been a stark conflict with our colonization in India. Since the war began, we've been facing much more rebellion from the Indian people trying to take back the power we now have. Since the end of the war, we as a government thought that there should be more reinforcement down in India, regulating the people."
Robin took the words in, not sure of what he had to do with anything.
"Well, son, I know as of recently you haven't done anything too significant in your life. Your mother and I thought that maybe a change in the environment would help you out. We were thinking, that you can go to India and lead one of the regiments. You won't have to do a lot, only give orders and make sure everything's running smoothly. The most you may have to do is see whether someone decides to rebel against the crown and figure out how to deal with it. Would you be willing to do so?"
Robin was stunned. Since the war, there wasn't a day he ever thought his father would ask him to run a regiment of soldiers. In another country, no less. His legs began to shake, forcing him to sit by the nearest chair.
How would he be able to do half of the things his father wanted if he was incapable of physically giving orders? How would any subordinates respect him with a lack of voice?
He looked at his father, disbelief almost showing through his eyes.
"Of course, you don't need to give me an answer right this minute, but I do need one by next week. Come home and let us know. Your mother misses you." With that, his father decided to take his leave.
Robin stayed put on his chair, contemplating what his father just told him. He never expected to be asked back into the army so quickly, but who was he kidding? Did they expect him to run a regiment? He won't have any respect from the men.
Then again, his father was right; he did need a sense of a newer environment. He couldn't stay here, not with his past always there to haunt him.
But how would he live there, would he be put into quarters with all the other men?
There were too many questions on his mind. A headache started to form in his head; he needed to sleep on it.
The only thing he knew now was that there was a chance of renewal in his life.
If Robin knew what was good for him, he would take it.
#original character#original story#original writing#london#1920s#historical fiction#boxer#mute character#love loss#soldier#possible cecil story#possible madrugada prequel#cecil#for now it's robin davies#im an idiot i dead left typos in 😬
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Listen, if you don't fill out all of those numbers and tell me everything about your MC I'm going to feel robbed
Oh geez, fam!
...aight. That took me a minute. But below you will find out more about my girl, Niri!
1. What is their favourite food?—
Cheeseburgers and carrots.
2. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal? –
Not a fan of snakes, lizards, frogs, sharks.
3. What do they wear to bed? –
Shorts and a t-shirt. Sometimes nothing at all!! That had to stop when she moved into the HoL though. Brothers poppin’ in at all hours gettin’ an eyeful. Lucifer was upset.
4. Do they like cuddling?—
1000000000%. Niri’s a big ol’ cuddle bug. Asmo’s all about it. So is Beel.
5. Do they have a secret handshake with anyone? -- With Astaroth. It’s quite elaborate and they only ever do it when they decide to get up to trouble.
6. What do they look like? –
She cute if I may say so myselffff (don’t judge me, she’s a self insert hah!) Mid to slightly above average height for a human female, fairly toned. Brown eyes, mid-back length hair that’s brown at the root, fades to a teal and purple under layers. Sometimes her hair will fade to a light yellowy-green. She has the hookup for dye from Barbatos who likes to procure things for her from the human realm. She also has quite a few tattoos.
7. Do they like chocolate? –
Only dark. She’s allergic to additives in certain milk chocolates so she doesn’t eat it much.
8. What are their good and bad traits?
Good: Helpful, kind, encouraging, quite a hard worker in any task given her.
Bad: Easily swept up into trouble by others, will prioritize naps over other stuff sometimes, awfully flirtatious which gets her in hot water with Lucifer because apparently lesser demons keep poppin’ by the house with gifts also HUMAN, DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO LORD DIAVOLO?! Oopsssssss~ Also, you know how Luci’s always doing the “MAAAAMMMOOOONNNNN…”…yeah, that’s almost always followed by “NIIIIIRIIIIIIIIII….”
9. Do they have any artistic talent?
Yes. She’s a musician so there’s that…and she likes to paint.
10. What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?
She likes the music room since the boys tend to spend quite a bit of time in there together, but she’s usually found in the kitchen making loads of food and baked goods…also, that’s where you’re more likely to find Beel, and she reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally likes Beel.
11. Do they believe in luck?
To an extent. She believes that luck exists, but she thinks relying on it is a bit naïve.
12. Can they do magic?
Like pull a rabbit out of a hat type thing? Yes. She picked up a few little tricks here and there from a friend who loves show magic. Def not the real stuff though.
13. Do they believe in dragons?
She didn’t until she went to the Devildom. Not that they just have dragons hangin’ out all willy-nilly, but she’s heard stories from the brothers and others about dragons.
14. What is a pet peeve of theirs?
Rudeness and liars who don’t give up even after they’ve been caught in the lie. Also people who demand things of others as if they’re property and not living beings with feelings …this isn’t about Belphegor at all. Nope. She doesn’t have issues with him still.
15. What was the last thing they cried about?
She was able to talk to all her bandmates at once for her weekly call home. They all just really miss each other, ok? It sucks that she has to lie to them about where she is because she knows they’re worried about her, but it was just nice to hear their voices.
16. What is their sexuality?
Pan.
17. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?
We’ll narrow this down to the Devildom. Niri gets along with everyone and literally loves all the beings she’s met and knows she could count on them for most anything, but there’s definitely a more solid feeling to her connection with Beelzebub. They sort of just get to be vulnerable and entirely open with one another and there is never judgement or ill will, even when Beel eats her secret snack stash…again.
She’s kind of getting to that point with Astaroth as well, but she can sense he’s still a little guarded in certain aspects, and she’s not going to push.
18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?
Yes, quite a few. It’s not her favorite thing to talk about since she’s been quite unlucky in that aspect, but hey, the past is the past.
19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.
Her actual family family (with the exception of her brother) are not close in the least. They’re sort of barely on speaking terms. Her chosen family (comprised of her band and some of the closest staff) is extremely close.
20. Do they have a pet?
No. She loves animals and had a dog up until recently, but they passed. It’s okay though, they had a good long life and it wasn’t painful for them when it happened.
21. Do they have a familiar?
Nope. Non-magical.
22. Are they a supernatural being?
Nope! “Boring” human, but she does seem to always find herself in weird situations that are sorta paranormal.
23. How do they usually wear their hair?
It really just depends on the day. If she had time to work on it, it’s down and straight. If it’s a rush in the morning (read: fight for the bathroom because Beel won’t MOVE) she’ll toss it in a bun or ponytail depending on how hot it is outside. There are the odd days when she’ll just let it vibe in its natural wavy/curly state, but she kind of got fed up with the brothers calling her a sheep because it’s so fluffy.
24. Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play?
Yes! She learned guitar and bass at a young age and was tinkering with drums before she was whisked away to the Devildom.
25. What type a high schooler are/were they?
She was the quiet weird kid that didn’t quite fit in with the weird weird crowd, but also wasn’t popular. Plenty of people knew her or of her, but she mainly stuck with her group of friends and was nice to everyone.
26. Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?
Yes. Just small bits of violence. No one of import, tbh. But there was that one time they all went out to party at the fall and Mammon and Levi started teasing her and in her drunken state, Niri went to punch Mammon who managed to duck so she hit Levi square in the nose. He was fiiiiiiine.
27. What is their favourite holiday?
Halloween because it’s fun, Christmas because of the togetherness, and EASTER BECAUSE MARSHMALLOW PEEPS!
28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?
A pass to go from the Devildom to the Human realm and back whenever she wants forever.
29. Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more?
No. Never.
30. Do they have a job?
Yes? Being a singer in a band is a job, right? It doesn’t always feel like a job because it’s awesome, but it’s a job.
31. Do they know how to drive?
Yes. She has convinced Mammon to let her drive his car on a few occasions and every time they get back he swears NEVER AGAIN. She a little speed demon.
32. Do they get stressed out easily?
Funny story, actually…YES. But she is pretty good at not letting it show. So on the outside she’s like la-la-la~ but inside it’s all AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~
33. Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it?
Absolutely lol. Niri has gone through a few colors in her life, but her favorite is and always will be the teal. (Fun fact: the purple came from a happy accident a few years back when she dyed over a pink shade and a layer turned out purple. She liked it so now she does it that way on purpose.)
34. Have they ever broken the law?
Never anything egregious, but she’s gotten tickets for stuff in the human world. Disturbing the peace, speeding, she was fined once (along with her bandmates) for a surprise free show they did in front of a train station which got a lot more attention than they were expecting and wound up shutting down a couple city blocks. Oooooooooopsss~
35. Do they own a plant?
She’s really bad with plants. REALLY bad. She was gifted a plant by Simeon a couple weeks into the exchange program and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to notice it was a fake plant…since he knows she sucks at keeping things alive.
36. Have they ever rode a horse before?
Once, and it was a terrifying experience so she just keeps her distance now.
37. What is their favorite gif?
anything featuring Titus Andromedon.
38. Do they get along with others easily?
She tries to. It’s not always possible, but she tries, dammit!
39. Do they have any tattoos?
Several, yes. One arm sleeve done, starting the other arm, both thighs have massive pieces on them and both ribs done as well. There are also a few small things on her fingers and back.
40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?
Lotta hair. Looooooottttta hair. And heavily winged eyeliner. Big lashes.
41. What is their favourite breed of dog?
Huskies. They’re just so cute and sassy! And perfectly sized!! Great cuddle buddies and fun to run with!
42. Do they live with anyone? If so, who?
Not in the human world, but she’s got 7 kinda irritating roomies in the Devildom!
43. Where is their dream vacation?
She’s traveled extensively, so there isn’t anywhere she dreams of going that she hasn’t already seen. Her favorite place is anywhere mountainous and lush.
44. Do they know more than one language?
Yep. Niri’s a language nerd. Because she likes to speak to fans and stuff, she has set it on herself to learn as many languages as she can. She’s not perfectly fluent in all of them, but it’s a good handful that she can hold a full conversation in. She and Satan like to practice with one another around the house, despite complaints from the others.
45. Are they a quick learner?
Depends. Most things, yes…..math and processes requiring math, NO.
46. Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win?
No, she’s not really the luck having type.
47. If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?
Probably hugging Beel. They hug often. They’re kinda always together. It’s gross according to Leviathan and Belphegor.
48. What does their room look like?
She didn’t change much in the room she was given at the HoL. Just added her fake plant from Simeon and a few human things…she actually got the “Hang in There” kitty poster just for kicks. Lucifer hates it.
49. If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have?
A dodo bird. Because they’re weird and cool.
50. If they got called out by someone, what would they do?
Laugh and argue probably. Depends what they’re calling her out on.
51. Have they ever shot a gun before?
Yep. Actually enjoys shooting, it’s a fun stress reliever. She makes a point to drop by shooting ranges every once in a while back home.
52. Have they ever been axe throwing?
Once at a renaissance festival on an odd week of downtime. She didn’t do so well. The throwing was fine, but she never hit the target. Just be glad she didn’t hit a person either!
53. What is something that they want but can’t have?
At the moment, all the people she loves in one place.
54. Do they know how to fish?
Nope! She’s a mess with that kind of thing. Also, she doesn’t like the idea of fishing for anything herself. It makes her cry to think of the fish on the hook :<.
55. What is something they always wanted to do but too scared?
Hmm…Niri tries to live her life in a way that she won’t have regrets, so even if something is scary, she’ll pluck up the courage to do it. But…she still hasn’t jumped out of a plane.
56. Do they own their own baby pictures?
Absolutely not. She cringes thinking of the outfits her parents used to put her in, so she did her best to keep those kinds of things buried and acts like they never existed. Nope. Was never a baby. Nope.
57. What makes them standout among others?
Niri is a pro at pretending she’s confident, so she tends to draw attention when she walks in a room like she owns the place. Also her hair is kinda bright.
58. Do they like to show off?
Not really. She’s flamboyant in a sense, but she doesn’t go out of her way to call attention or to be center stage…heh.
59. What is their favourite song?
She can never pick, honestly. There are so many songs that are so amazing!
60. What would be their dream vehicle?
That’s a very good question. Probably something sitting in her garage back home. Probably being driven by one of her bandmates. Because hey, what are friends for?
61. What is their favourite book?
Not that she isn’t a big reader, but she doesn’t really get the time to enjoy books. There’s always something that needs attention or someplace to be and she’s required to engage, so focusing on a book or story is hard, but she’s a fan of classic novels, poetry, and Greek tragedies are always good!
62. Who, in their opinion, makes the best food?
She likes everything Barbatos makes and thinks Luke’s desserts are fantastic, but there’s something about a human recipe that just warms her heart, so…..herself. Lol.
63. Are they approachable?
Absolutely! If you can get past her intimidating resting face.
64. Did they ever change their appearance?
Not drastically, but she has gone through a few different phases until settling on a good one.
65. What makes them smile?
The silliness of those around her. Thinking of good memories with family/friends. Puppies.
66. Do they like glowsticks?
Yes. She has a stockpile of glowsticks that the brothers keep adding to.
67. What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile?
Watching the brothers bicker, even if it’s getting out of hand. It reminds her of her friends and how they always pick on one another.
68. Are they a day or night person?
Night, usually. Not that she dislikes the daytime, but day usually has so much stuff to be done whereas night is the fun stuff that doesn’t need a schedule.
69. Are they allergic to anything?
Some milk chocolate, bell peppers, and certain devildom plants.
70. What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them?
She’s a spunky little thing who loves to have fun and make others smile above all else.
71. Who is their ride or die?
In the Devildom, Beelzebub and Astaroth.
Beel for most things, and Asta for the stuff Beel won’t do.
72. Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one?
Erm…eh…look, it’s never been officially labeled or anything, ok? Like yeah they’re kind always together and have pet names for each other and like always touch and cuddle and like snuggle up in bed together and stuffffffffffff but like, idk? Is Beel her dude? Like….do we wanna even get into that?????? I mean, maybe someday? Like…what? What was the question??
73. What attracts them to another person?
A genuine heart, a killer smile, and a rockin’ bod. Yeah okay look everyone can be a little shallow sometimes okay get off her case >__<.
74. Who is one person that can always make them laugh?
She’s a damn fool and will laugh at ANYTHING, so it’s not hard. Everyone makes her laugh. The girl will 9 times out of 10 laugh at herself for the dumbest moments.
75. Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home?
Oh yes many times. Many many times. One of the first few times she hung out (went on a date) one-on-one with Beel they had a drinking contest and as it turns out, he can really hold his devil liquor.
76. Who would be their cuddle buddy?
She’ll cuddle up to Beel 99.9% of the time because he’s big and warm and always happy to hold, but she also really enjoys cuddling with Asmodeus. He’s such a sweetie and he smells so nice and they just snuggle and talk and laugh and it’s a nice escape. (Loads of times there are Asmo x Niri x Asta sandwiches in Asmo’s room.)
77. Who would cheer them up after a long day?
She tends to go to one of the brothers depending on what kind of day it’s been. Most of the time it’s gonna be Beel because again, big/warm/happy to hold her, but there are occasions where she’ll drag Beel to one of the others’ rooms and they’ll just hang out.
78. If they had a nightmare, who would they run to?
I mean…Beel. Lol. He’s right there.
79. What object to the care for the most?
She has a picture of her friends from back home that sits on her desk. She treasures that above all while she’s down in the Devildom.
80. Do they like other people’s children?
Sure. Kids are fine as long as they go back to their parents after a bit.
81. How would they react if someone broke into their home?
Seeing as there’s always someone coming into her room regardless if she’s there or not, she probably would just shrug it off. If someone decided to have a bad lapse in judgement and break into the HoL? She wouldn’t have to lift a finger.
82. Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach?
I mean….Beel. Lol. He so big and cute! Also Diavolo because he also big and cute.
83. What is something that they are good at?
Crying to get out of trouble. She’s a little shit. Lol.
84. What is their neutral expression?
Niri kinda always looks pissed off or uninterested? Until she smiles and you realize oh, she’s just a big ol’ faker.
85. Do they like to cook?
Yes. It’s one of her very favorite things to do!
86. What is something they can’t leave home without?
Her phone! (and Beel) but like, there’s just so much a phone can do!
87. Who is someone that they rely on?
Have I mentioned ever that Simeon is (or was at one time) Niri’s guardian angel? He seems to always be there and ready to help in any way, so she’s pretty reliant on him and hopes he feels the same toward her. (He does. Cue uwu’s)
88. Do they liked to be tickled?
Absolutely not. She’s extremely ticklish and hates being tickled. She flails and cries.
89. Have they ever been a sword fight before?
No. No she has not lol. Unless empty wrapping paper tubes count? She’s done that.
90. What is a joke that they would find funny?
All the bad ones. All of them. Ugly laugh here we go!
91. Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain?
The gardens at RAD. It’s peaceful and there’s a great view of the sky.
92. What was their childhood like?
Not bad, but not memorable. There was a lot of pressure put on her to be a perfect kid, and she didn’t get to have a whole ton of fun.
93. What are they like as an adult?
Responsible, but definitely fun-loving. Like I mentioned before, she likes to live in a way that she won’t ever regret not having done something she wanted to do, or regret any actions she took, so she’s always got an open mind and welcomes new experiences. She’s a big ol’ kid.
94. Do they take criticism well?
Yes. She welcomes criticism in any form as she is always looking to be the best person she can be.
95. Have they ever jumped out of a plane?
No. Not yet!
96. Who do they like to make jokes with?
Literally anyone. A total joker. Big big clown.
97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?
Yes! I draw Niri every once in a while. I actually need to draw her again soon! I miss that girl.
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Lunch with the family was an event that all three of the girls couldn't care less about. It was something zeen had to hide from Drew because it was just too soon for him to deal with her parents have not so long ago met her notorious sister.
she saw him walk into the apartment at 10:30 after finishing his morning run. She had freshly gotten out of the shower and was getting ready to go to mass in a lovely plum jumpsuit while he looked like a gorgeous mess in his slightly sweat slicked hair and almost wet clothes making him look even hotter.
Good morning darling she says to him a smile on her face.
Walking up to her he hands her a cup of coffee with a kiss to her fore head. She closes her eyes and breathes his neck.
I missed you.
Me too. He answers back.
He hands her the coffee and sits down next to her.
What are we doing today.he asks enthusiastically.
Umm I have to go to mass and then a thing I have to attend .
Ohhh. What thing.
Just a small personal thing nothing important.
He looks un sure but tells her he might go into work later since she went be here. However she tells him to not change his plans at his account
.
Later during the day.
He nodded slightly and felt the colour draining from zeen's face. Was she embarrassed of dating him. As far as he knew he was on the satisfying to look at spectrum and sure she didn't exactly know how much money he had he still didn't expect it to be an issue.
Having had enough he walked up to the table to introduce himself. Reaching the table he saw the couple who were unmistakably her parents. He put on his charming smile and introduced himself.
After she left her house he decided to go to one of his hotels that was closest to her house and work in that office . He dresses in a blue pinstripe suit. One of her preferd ones and worked for what seemed like 40 minutes.
once done he walked outside to the grounds to sit by the pool for a while when her laugh caught his ears. He turned to the source of that sound hoping she had surprised him at work only to see her at a table with 4 other people. Two of whom he he met before and one he was sure he hated. He sat close by observing her behaviour. She looked relaxed and at ease. But upon further inspection he concluded all three of the girls having stif postures and talking about random things and at an extent things he was definitely sure she hated. Tirza looked around and caught sight of him before elbowing her sister slightly.
Good afternoon. My name is Andrew Knight, I own the hotel and the restaurant.
I apologise for interrupting his fantastic meal but I had to come say hello.
Not at all Mr. Knight .The man replied.
Christina looked at the tazeen but was wise enough to keep her mouth shut.
He went to speak but was interrupted by tazeen.
Mr.knight works in the building of the firm Christina works for. She says. The parents immediately start to coo and talk about how proud they are of her and her accomplishments and both the sisters share a fleeting look. After about 5 minutes of meaningless conversation and recognition for the terrible relation zeen and her younger sister he decided to excuse himself. Irritated and mildly hurt that she still hadn't introduced him.
Mr.vincent he said looking at the father. Might I please borrow tazeen for a minute I have a position in my management team that might be available and would like to introduce her to my manager. Christina had spoken fairly well of her. Te father nods and she cautiously steps up and follows me I turn and smile at the family before walking away with her following me. I grab her forearm as soon as we are out of sight and hear her flinch. I turn around to look at her and for the first time our relationship she seems unsure of my reaction.
Would you like to explain that.
She remains quite.
Are you embarrassed of me. He asks flat out.
Of course not. she sounds genuinely surprised he would think that.
Why hide it then.
He reluctantly agrees and walks her back to the table but she stops him before reaching and plants a chaste kiss to his lips.
A promise .
I don't know. Can we please discuss this later. He knows what that means, she'll avoid the topic now and ignore it completely later. He looks around noticing people are out of earshot and whispers in her ear.
Alright but take care of yourself.
He sits down in his previous spot and she joins the table. Telling them that the previous spot had been filled already and she is happy with the job she has. He hears her parents tell her she should have worked and talked harder or have been more persuasive in order to get the job and he hears christina say she is happy she didn't get the job. A statement which the parents completely ignore. He makes to get up and walk towards them again but she shakes her head at him. Thee parents start talking in a language he doesn't quite understand. By the end of the meal he realises why they have such a terrible relationship. The parents do nothing to stop Christina's antics while they argue amongst themselves trying to up one another. Tirza pays the bill while tazeen walks the family out. The parent get into a car and Christina gets in the driver's seat they hug goodbye and she walks back to see tirza and Drew talking. She notices Tirza Pat his arm and tells him not to be harsh. He let's out a deep breath and walks over to see tirza off. He kisses her cheek and closes the door for her. Telling her to convey his greeting to Oliver. (Tirza's boyfriend and a very good friend of his)
She leaves and tazeen starts walking inside only stopping when she realise she doesn't know the way
She falls limp in his arm and quietly agrees to talk about it later.
He takes her hand and guides her to a path that leads to a calm secluded section of the garden where no one is.
What the fuck was today. He asks her.
Nothing.
That's not only the real problem
It didn't look like nothing to me.you had lunch with your family. I get that but why did you not talk about us.
What do you mean.
Why won't you let me protect you. I have to watch your parents complain and talk about their lives without once asking if you were okay or needed help.
Look you don't know what they're going to do if they find out we're together.Dad has told us since day one. No one white and I know this was kinda weird but that's what's up and let's say If this does happen and they're okay with this the constant questions of are we ready for marriage will start and I don't want to put you through that.
Oh really. I agree but it's clear enough that I don't like what I know and have seen. I'm just saying I still don't like the fact that Christina was with you .I don't trust her and since you won't tell me why I feel that , there isn't nothing much I can do about it.
. Look I really don't want to talk about this and I hate to say this but I need space I feel overwhelmed and crowded.
With that she walks away.
Later that night around 8 30 the concierge rings the intercom telling him that zeen is here.
You don't know anything about them.
He feels slightly vexed knowing that she is one of the 2 people on the access list other than him. But still instils on announcing.
He is sitting in the living room still in his suit from this afternoon working away as she walks in.
Hey she says.
Hello he greets back. Setting his laptop on the table he stares at her as she figets. Somehow finding a slight sence of pleasure at making her nervous.
Have you though about today.
She nods .
Would you like to discuss it. He offers still not having touched her. He sees her fingers twitch slightly before setting in her lap. She draws a deep breath
I'm sorry she says. I realise the position I put you in and apologise for this afternoon. I know you're angry at me not introducing you and I'm sorry I just cant deal with them. They have a very superficial place in my life and that's all that is important.
He nods once more.
Please say something she asks him.
He looks around noticing people are out of earshot andThere isn't much but I will say that is your decision to tell me when you are ready but that isn't my problem. She feels the immediate change in his body language before she feels one single finger caress her face.
I trust you you know. More than you might believe it. My parents had the strongest marriage in the family. But by their 34th anniversary they were done with each other
With us
With life in general.
Ultimately I decided that I couldn't deal with something like that and I'm not scared of it because I want something like that. I'm scared because we might have a chance and I don't know if I want that
you don't trust me.You not trusting me doesn't make me feel bad he tells her looking directly in her eyes.
It hurts right here he says putting her hand directly over his heart and here he says dragging it slightly upwards towards his windpipe. I need to provide for you and protect you because you've already had enough shares of bad experiences In life and it makes me feel like maybe just maybe you'll care about me.
No she let's out with a sob. I care for you more than you know.
He pulls her to him and she stays there for a moment before pulling away and getting up. She starts walking towards their room. And he follows her into the shower striping as they go.
She let's out a breath and turns the shower off while he grabs them towels
They're both standing under the hot shower holding onto each other he grabs his soap from the shelf and begins to scrub himself and her paying special attention to the scars on the left thigh. They go back to holding each other before she starts speaking.
He wraps one around he hair and gives her her robe. In her mind she whispers I love you to him and she whispers it back. In reality a slight fear settles in that he might let go once he finds out the truth
But that isn't important now.what is important now is that we're together and i won't let anything hurt you
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Who Do You Love? Part 4
Genre: Hybrid!AU, highschool AU, some fluff, LOTS of angst, maybe some smut in future chapters
Pairings: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader Jungkook x Reader
Summary: Hybrids were owned by humans and were viewed as pets. But what happens when hybrids are given a chance to be our equals. When Kim Taehyung a tiger hybrid transfers to your school, your whole world is flipped upside down. He’s mysterious, which draws you in. Jungkook doesn’t like the sudden interest you take in this hybrid...
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"I'm sorry.. about him.." You sighed, looking down at your feet. Taehyung only smiled softly. He took your backpack and carried both of yours. He took your hand, intertwining it with his. Blushing softly you both walked to your house. "Thank you.." His deep mellow voice broke the silence, as you two approached your house. "For what..? I didn't really do anything.." You questioned, your eyebrows knitted together and furrowed. The hybrid's sleek ears drooped shyly and he was so soft spoken you had to strain to hear him. The height difference didn't help much either.
"I was used to being treated like an animal... but you treat me kindly... I just want to thank you YN." He voiced quietly, his ears still slightly drooped a bit. You blushed slightly, hugging him. "How sweet.." You grinned at him. He winced a bit, but hugged you back. "A-Ah I'm sorry I didn't mean to! I just g-got carried away!" You apologized frantically. "No you're alright YN. I'm just not used to that. Getting hugged I mean.." By this point the hybrid was rubbing the back of his neck out of bashfulness. "Well in that case, I'll give you more." You smiled up at him. Which in return he did the same.
Once you and Taehyung entered your house, you went upstairs in your room and set your backpacks down. Getting out your books, you set everything up and got out all your supplies. "Tae, do you want anything to drink?" You got up, heading for the door, looking back at him. "Ah sure! Thanks again YN. You're such a sweetie!" He gave you his signature box smile, his canines showing. You shyly nodded, at a loss for words, just staring at him for a moment. Realizing you've stared a second too long, you scramble to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses.
'He's so cute. He's so sweet too.'
Filling them up with water, you shook your head trying to shake the thought of Taehyung. No, you couldn't be thinking things like that. Entering your bedroom again, you set the two glasses on the small table in front of you. Scooting over next to Taehyung, you grabbed a pencil, Taehyung bit his lip, your thigh now touching his. Grabbing an English notebook, you flipped open to lesson 2. "Alright TaeTae.. now where does the comma go?" You asked, pointing to the unfinished sentence in the notebook. Taehyung whined, then put his hand on his chin, as if in deep thought. "Right after that word right there!" He said with overflowing confidence. You giggled. "Nope! But you're close TaeTae!"
"TaeTae?" Taehyung questioned, raising one brow. "Ah I'm sorry.. I never asked you if i cou-" You went on hastily, rambling on, but he interrupted you. "No no! It's cute!" He smiled softly. Before you both knew it, two hours had passed and it was now 5:00. "Ah I should probably get home." Taehyung explained, gathering his belongings. "We should uh.. get some coffee or something sometime." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing you a bit. His yellow eyes made you feel so mesmerized. "Yeah definitely!" You smiled at him. After that he left, you closed the door behind you only to get a call from Jennie.
"YN, we need to hang out right now!!! I'm coming over!!" Jennie yelled into the phone. You flinched a bit. At least expecting a greeting. Her bold and persistent actions made smile to yourself. 'Just like Jungkook', you thought. Suddenly, you felt a bit guilty. You and Jungkook always walked home together.. and today you didn't. You'd have to make it up to him.
"Wait wha?!-" Before you could finish your sentence, there was a knock at your door. Aish, this girl.
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Jennie laid spread out on your bed, her nose currently stuck in the latest magazine. You were currently playing a game on your gaming console. Mortal Kombat to be exact. "It's so violent I don't know how you play that!" Jennie explained with a shiver. You just grinned and gave her a shrug. At least it meant you and Jungkook had fun game nights at each other's houses. "Sooo.. what's going on with you and Jungkook?" Jennie asked casually.
You went silent. The sound of her flipping through the thin flimsy pages of the magazine suddenly stopped. You suddenly couldn't hear the grunts from the game, and your fingers hitting the buttons on the controller anymore, you didn't even notice until your character died that is. "W-What do you mean..?" You stuttered, eyebrow twitching in irritation. "Cmonnn you can tell me YN. You two would make a cute couple! Go for it, what are you waiting for?" She tilted her head, tossing the magazine aside, it now laying wide open to a random page with bright cascaded colors. "Well... Jungkook and I.. well I don't know. We're best friends Jennie." You stayed matter of factly, standing up, wiping yourself off in the process.
"YN, you have to like him, or maybe he likes you.." She wiggled her eyebrows at you. Which instantly caused you to scoff and playfully roll your eyes at her.
"Hm and what does it have to do with you."
"Because you're my friend! I can't let you be under this dry spell forever!" She explained, her arms flailing around, her eyes wide. "I so do not have a dry spell. I'm just busy with other things. Like school and other... stuff." You had to pause and think for a moment before you could even retort back at her. Ok.. maybe she had a point. "Have you seen how many girls look like lost puppies because of Jungkook. He's hot. He could get anyone he wanted." Jennie sighed, inviting herself over to your closet, opening it.
"I guess you're right. Then I wonder why he spends time with someone like me.." You pondered, not bothering to question what the hell she was doing. "Duh. He likes you and I'm so gonna help you get that di-"
"Ooo!! What about Taehyung?! He's a cutie! I see you talk to him a lot lately. He seems kinda shy, but that's nothing we can't fix!"
"Jennieeee.." You groaned, throwing one of your accent pillows on your bed at her. There was no doubt that your face was red from embarrassment. "I don't even see Jungkook like that, and I don't know how to feel. I just met Taehyung.." You sighed, staring up at your dull white painted ceiling. Jennie rummaged through your clothes, letting out an exasperated gasp. "Yah what?!" You shot straight up, snapping your head at her. "You need to borrow my clothes, YN." She gave you a serious look, putting a hand on your shoulder as she looked down at you. "Why." You pouted, cutely looking up at her. "You wear grandma clothes and we're going to Hoseok's party tomorrow night. Jungkook wont want to see you in grandma clothes YN!" She dramatically but violently shook your shoulders, causing you to shriek.
"Maybe Jungkook likes my grandma clothes." You glared, sticking your tongue out which caused her to let out yet another exasperated noise. Jennie laughed, shaking her head. "What am I gonna do with you?" "Nothing. You love me." You shot back. "I can't wait for this party tomorrow. You best bet Taehyung and Jungkook will be there too, YN." She grinned. "Just let me wear my 'grandma' clothes." You groaned. "No, I'm dressing you up. We're gonna have everyone droolinggg!" She went on, taking a huge scoop of chocolate ice cream and shoving it in her mouth. "Fine. But unlike you I'm actually very fond of this dry spell I supposedly have!" You pouted.
Jennie gasped. "Do I really need to prove to you that you have a dry spell?"
You pouted more, shaking your head in disapproval. Jennie quickly dialed Jungkook's number, giving you a smug look on that pretty little face of hers. As if to prove her point any further. Jungkook answered and Jennie put him on speaker, holding the phone between you two. "I'm with YN. At her house. Well we were talking you see.." Jennie sighed dramatically, looking over at you with glossy-like puppy dog eyes. "Yah Jennie don't!!" You huffed, reaching for the phone, in response, she held it up in the air. "Ooo go on!" Jungkook laughed. Ugh, why were your friends finding amusement in your misery?
"YN doesn't think she has a dry spell." Jennie unexpectedly blurted out. Jungkook laughed. "Yeah she totally has a dry spell! How does she not see it?" He laughed harder. "Hey you're on speaker Jerk! I do not!" You retorted, snatching the phone from Jennie. "Do tooooo! I mean you're cute, so who cares. It means you're good." He cooed into the phone. Blushing heavily you stayed quiet. "Well maybe I don't want to be just cute, Kookie."
Jungkook's eyes widened, trying to find the hidden meaning laced under those words. Jennie hung up and he could hear the call being disconnected.
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