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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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A Rainy Night || Jack Chambers x fem!reader

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Summary: You're paying a visit to Jack, and as the rain begins to fall heavily, he refuses to let you out of his house in a protective manner

Warnings: none

Word count: 535

Author: Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Time Spending

As you watched heavy clouds extend, creating one, huge, dark mass on the darkening sky, your index finger slowly traced a huge rain drop that was gradually moving down the glass of Jack's living room window. "If we could only look closer, each raindrop is a kaleidoscope. I imagine what it would be like to stop time, to suspend this watery gift and look through each drop. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those raindrops and ride that gravity-propelled ride to the earth," you chuckled softly, more to yourself. "I see raindrops on the cars, on each leaf, on the grass. They will soon come together to form the puddles. Maybe it's not normal to enjoy the rain so much, but who cares? I like it," you told Jack with a little hesitant smile playing in the corners of your lips.

"It's pouring pretty heavily out there," as he gazed out the window, Jack stated. He turned away from the pouring rain to look at you. "I don't want you to go out there, especially when it's raining like that, it's quite dangerous."

"Okay," you placed your coat and bag on the couch beside you. "I guess I'm staying the night then," you whispered, a small smile on your face, secretly excited to spend your first night with him. You were aware that Jack was a little overprotective, but it didn't bother you in the least.

Jack chuckled softly, his hands tucked into his pockets. "You certainly are. Let me go find you some sleeping clothes." Jack gently took your hand in his and led you to his bedroom. "All of my clothes are too big for you, but I think you'll look great in them," he winked at you.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," you chuckled.

Soon, you were lying with your head on his chest, and he was idly playing with your hair.

His heartbeat was soft and soothing, like the rain outside. It was a little unusual for rain to fall on Victory though, you thought to yourself.

"I'm glad you're staying over with me," Jack murmured into the night.

You smiled and reached for his torso. "I'm delighted as well. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with you. You never fail to make me smile, Jack."

"Me too, darling," Jack murmured as he ran his hands over your side. "I like the way you are, so precious and so innocent."

You repositioned yourself in Jack's arms so that you were now beside him rather than on top of him. You intertwined your fingers with his, which were hidden beneath the blanket.

Jack planted a soft, feather-light kiss on your brow.

You both closed your eyes, ready for sleep, after a quiet "good night" mumbled to each other.

Jack was gone in under ten minutes. As he slept, his soft snoring filled your ears.

You remained awake, staring at Jack as he slept peacefully. You knew you weren't going to sleep anytime soon, especially since you were relishing this new experience of spending your first night with Jack, soaking in the warmth that spread inside your chest, filling you with the cosy feeling of being so in love with him.

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bisexualpirateheart · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Don't Worry Darling (2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Alice Chambers/Frank, Alice Chambers/Jack Chambers Characters: Alice Chambers, Frank (Don't Worry Darling) Additional Tags: Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Missing Scene, Doggy Style, Afternoon delight, Carpet Sex, Paranoia, Hallucinations Summary:

"In or out, there is never a doubt Just who's pulling the strings I'm all tied up in you But where's it leading me to?"

Alice doesn't know what's real anymore.

#dwd #don't worry darling #alice/frank #fic #my writing #fanfic #don't worry darling fic

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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no bc imagine if harry gave you the chance to listen to the album early but you declined bc it was definitely worth the wait and he watches you react to every single song, including matilda 😭

"Peeeeach" Harry sang softly in your ear. You groaned with your eyes shut, softly peeking your eye open and seeing it was dark out.

"Did you really wake me up at night? at bedtime?" You sat up and checked your phone, seeing it was 940pm, on May 19th. "Harry's House at midnight!"

"That's why I woke you up" He showed you his phone, and it was all the songs on the album. "You can listen to the album early, before anyone else" He says with a smile, and you shake your head.

"No, Harry! I want to enjoy it when everyone else does, just because I'm your wife, doesn't mean I get special treatment"

"I've been with you for 3 years, married for one. You will forever get special treatment" He kisses you slowly and taps your butt before leaving the room.

For the time leading up to midnight, Harry kept taunting you, humming unfamiliar tunes that were on the new album. Finally, 12am hit and you jumped off the bed, Harry walking in the room and you jumped on him, Harry holding you with one arm as he set the the glasses and champagne on the dresser. He holds your ass with his right hand, and rubs your back as you kiss him over and over again.

"I'm so proud of you, forever and ever" You smile and he hoists you up, kissing you.

"I love you, peach" He threw you on the bed and you laugh, rolling over and connecting your phone to the speaker, Harry playing drums on your butt. "Let's listen to 'Harry's House!'" He poured two glasses of champagne and handed you one, clinking the glasses together and you turn around to hit play, gasping at the funky beat that started to play and you turned it all the way up.

"Oh we're scatting now!" You say and Harry giggled, spinning you around. You swayed your hips to the music, applauding Harry after every song ended. You finally got to 'Matila' and Harry pause the guitar strumming and he sat you on the bed.

"This next song, I basically wrote for you. Just.. just listen" He hit play and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. You stared at the wall, listening to the lyrics as tears streamed down your face. You looked at Harry as he sang, 'you can start a family who will always show you love' and you smiled.

"Harry I'm pregnant" You blurted out and his face drops, pausing the song.

"But.. the champagne" I smirk and hold his face.

"I kept pouring it into your glass. That's why you're so tipsy" You giggle and a smile paints his face, tackling you to the bed and kissing you all over your face.

"A baby! Our own family!" He cheers and you laugh. The song changed to 'Cinema' and you got up to dance, swaying your hips. You stopped moving and dropped your jaw as Harry sang. 'If you're getting yourself wet for me, I guess you're all mine' and you straddle his waist, holding his jaw.

"Harry Edward! What a dirty mind.." You smile into his mouth and he pushes his mouth up to kiss you, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"What? Just singing from experience, peach" He whispers against your mouth and grabs your neck, kissing you deeply and pushing you to the bed while pressing his hips against yours.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurb #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #don't worry darling

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merakiui · 3 months

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I badly need crumbs of the most dangerous game now aghhhh

I,,,, am so tempted to write more with those idiots. OTL or perhaps writing something from Jade's pov. Or something where Reader finally, finally realizes she's in love with him instead of veiling it with the lie of convenience. Slowly falling out of love with Floyd, only to be smacked in the face one day with her feelings for Jade. And she has this moment where she just freezes up and is like: Oh my Great Seven. I'm in love with Jade Leech. How did that happen?????

I just think they're so wonderful. <3 I want Reader to see Jade at his worst and still love and appreciate him in the same way he does to her when he sees her at her worst. And he'd be so irritating in their now established fwb. T_T doing all of these romantic gestures, only for Reader to insist it's just "part of the arrangement." ADeuce do not believe her for a second: "So he lent you his sweater because it's...what friends with benefits do?????" Can you even call it fwb if Jade's doing everything a boyfriend does—if you're waking up in his arms or falling asleep in his clothes?

AAAAAAA they're both so silly!!!! They drive each other crazy in the best ways. (˘ ˘ ˘)

#twisted chit chat #in other news i think i have an idea for the reader for floyb's fwb fic #if tmdg!darling loves so much then floyd's fwb!darling is scared of loving and being loved #so it's an arrangement of 'fwb is convenient because there aren't emotional attachments and i don't have to worry about love'#floyd's so stupidly whipped for you but he agrees anyway because he loves you too much #so even if it hurts him he's fine with it if it makes shrimpy happy >_<

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you have watched dwd yet but it would so cool if bandmate!y/n had a tiny feature in it

Bus Ride

A/N: I saw it opening night and I have both popular and unpopular opinions about lol

SINCE 2010 masterlist

So we all know that Ms. Wilde is not very fond of the idea of Harry's girlfriend coming on set every once in a while just because it takes his attention away from her. But when YN joined the cast for lunch on set one day in Harry's trailer and Florence made an off-handed comment about how fun it would be if YN did an actual cameo like Olivia's character was supposed to be, the small group of actors laughed along to the idea.

After everyone settled down, she noticed that Harry and Flo gave each other a knowing look.

"No, no." YN warned with wide eyes as she saw the two grow smiles on their faces and got up slowly from their seats. "No! You guys!" She practically fell out of her seat when they basically ran out of the trailer to their director's trailer.

Yeah so as much as Olivia didn't like YN, there was no way she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to not only have the world's most famous man on the planet as one of her leads, but to have the world's most famous woman in a cameo? What more can she ask for.

And as much as YN tried to get out of it, Harry, Flo, and the rest of the cast persuaded her with their wide, pleading eyes and excitement. Plus, when Jenny mentioned that Olivia basically begged for YN's small role at the suggestion, it definitely was a boost to her ego.

Not to mention the fact that it meant more time with her boyfriend during the day, so she couldn't really complain.

Especially when she's able to wake up at the same time as him, snuggled up by her side in the early hours of the morning. Or when he hands her fresh coffee in her favorite tumbler and holds her hand as he drives them to work. Or the fact that when he walks her over to make-up trailer, he keeps her there for as long as he possibly can before they have to be whisked away.

They lean against the side of the trailer, their shoulders pressed up to the white vehicle as they chat amount themselves--flirty smirks and giggles hidden behind coffee cups. And when they do have to part ways for the time being, he presses a loving kiss to her lips. He holds her close to him as he pecks tiny kisses to her smiling face before she has to back him away with her hand to his face.

After a couple hours switching between make-up, hair and wardrobe, Harry gets called to set by his PA before he can see her in her full attire. Disappointed, he reluctantly steps on the 50s inspired kitchen and sees Florence and some of the other female cast members chatting among themselves. As he approaches the group, he stops in his tracks when one of the women twists her back to look at him.

He's left breathless and his dimples dig into his cheeks at the sight before him. He almost doesn't recognize his love without any of her tattoos and her hair pinned up in victory rolls. The yellow dress they put her in hugs her waist perfectly and the way the skirt puffs out to her knees reminds him of their early days in the band.

And the smile she gives him with her full, cherry red lips? His knees go just might give out.

"Well hey there, handsome," YN beams with an American accent and puts her fists to her hips. The ladies behind her giggle at her antics all the while Harry just stares at her with an open mouth smirk. "Better close that mouth mister, you'll catch flies." YN playfully pinches his lips before tilting her head back, arms bent outwards by her side as she dramatically walks further into the kitchen. "Excuse me ladies, but I have a mouth to feed."

The women laugh behind their masks before quickly getting into character, all nodding as they scurry off the kitchen platform. Even Flo gives him a playful jab in the arm before nodding over to follow his girlfriend. He stuffs his hands into his trouser pockets, steps further into the set and all he can do is just watch his love fiddle around the small kitchen with a fond smile on his face.

"Now, I hope you're hungry because I'm makin' your favorite tonight: roasted chicken with veggies," YN waggles her finger at him as she walks over to the fake sink and moves her hands around under the faucet without any water coming out. "Yes I do the cookin', yes I do the cleanin'. Oh! And look what else they gave me."

She quickly walks over to her boyfriend with a pep in her step and fans out her fingers in between them. He takes her hand in his and thumbs over the rock on her ring finger. "Since I have such a vital role in this film as bus rider number 5, one of the nice make-up lads gave me whole backstory for her. She's very good dancer and loves gardening. She's married to her loyal hubby Jonathan--who is also a part of the Victory project--but she's in her little hoe phase right now because she's apparently having a secret love affair with some bloke named Jack Chambers. But I don't think that's gonna make it in the movie."

Harry can only describe what he's feeling right now as over the moon. It's a mix of gratitude that she's here with him, overjoyed that she's actually managed to bring some light into his dreaded job, and an overwhelming amount of love at the sight of a ring on her finger.

He brings his left hand up to hers and admires the look of their accessorized hands together.

"Think I'd make a pretty good housewife, don't yeh think?"

"You'd make the best wife," Harry finally speaks up and butterflies erupt in his tummy at those tantalizing eyes smiling back at him. "My wife, yeah?"

YN's eyes widen and her heart beat skips when he lowers himself down on one knee. He looks up at her with so much love in his eyes and with her hand in his that he never wants to let go.

"YN YLN?" Harry can see the way her chest begins to rapidly go up and down, her lips parted and if he listens closely, he can almost hear her heart pounding out of her chest. "Will you wait for me as I tie my shoes?"

He bursts into a fit of laughter and weakly shields his arms up as his girlfriend smacks any part of him she can reach.

"You son of a--yeh scared me! I hate you!" YN can't help the laughs that tumble past of her lips.

Olivia doesn't know whether she should sink in on the miserable feeling from the sight of the couple laughing together, Harry pulling his girlfriend into his arms and pressing persistent kisses to her cheeks that has YN squeezes her eyes shut in a fit of giggles. Or if she should feel a weight of relief off of her shoulders at the fact that Harry didn't propose to his girlfriend on the set of her movie.

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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months

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Darling Machine - Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

The marble floor was freezing against his feet, despite the scorching heat outside that had him shaking. Will went to the sink, dunked his head, and let water run through his fingers like he had nowhere else to be. Which was very much not the case.

Letting out a resigned sigh, he checked himself out in the gold-framed mirror. Good enough. Nervously tapping his fingers on the sink, he tried to slow his breath, hoping to calm the pounding in his chest.

"It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm gonna be fine," he muttered, sounding more like a lunatic than someone consoling themselves. Three knocks on the door made his heart skip a beat. "It's time," some lady's voice said from outside. Another sigh, and he walked out into the fancy hotel suite.

A pile of clothes waited on the king-size bed, so he changed his shirt for the third time – the last one soaked in sweat. Buttoning up, he sprayed on something-something "Black Orchid" from the dresser and chugged his fourth water bottle in under thirty minutes.

Another knock, but this time the door swung open by itself, revealing a short brunette who barged in. "Number 34, let's go," she said, waving him along.

"Sorry, I'm—"

She shot him a quick look, sighed, and walked into the suite. "It's fine, just take these," she said, handing him a pill.

He eyed it suspiciously. "Just a light sedative," she reassured. "Everyone takes it. It's fine, just hurry up."

Dry-swallowing the pill, he followed her, shoving on his shoes as he walked out of the room.

The lady led the way, and Will trailed behind, surrounded by a mix of arrogant and fearful glances from the other contestants. He avoided direct eye contact, hoping the sedative would kick in soon.

They walked through a grand, golden elevator, went down a flight of marble stairs, and navigated a seemingly endless corridor before entering a colossal audience room. The mostly empty seats had a few people bustling around, observing as Will and the others made their way onto the stage.

Instinctively, he dodged as a tiny hand touched his face. A petite, red-haired woman stood in front of him, fussing over his hair. "Relax, just hair and makeup," she announced. He nodded, turning his gaze back to the audience below, where judgmental eyes scrutinized him.

Old. Disgusting.

His heart threatened to start pounding again, but the pill was working its magic, gradually calming him down. Despite the sweaty palms and weak legs, the massive, scorching light above him didn't help. Surveying the room, everyone looked good, polished. He felt like a complete mess. Maybe he was self-sabotaging on purpose? Yeah, perhaps. And maybe it was for the best; he didn't want this anyway. Before his mind could continue its internal debate, a voice boomed through a microphone.

"We're ready," Will glanced around and spotted a guy on a podium.

They started pouring in, filling the room and taking their seats. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. I am your host, Jack Crawford, and I'll be guiding this fun journey we have ahead of us. Please grab your credentials, take your seats and… Welcome to Darling Machine,” Jack shouted, all pumped up and waving his arms towards the big, block letters in neon, above the stage where “Darling Machine” flickered. A loud song blasted through the speakers, practically bursting Will's eardrums.

“Let's begin, shall we?” Jack announced, but Will realized he missed a chunk of the introduction, barely had time to prepare, and it was already kicking off. He cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“Number one, please, come up,” Jack called, holding out a hand as some dark-haired dude strutted up the podium, under the harsh spotlight.

“Number one is thirty-two years old, a native English speaker, an Aquarius, and a dancer,” Jack chuckled. "A dancer? Very nice, very nice, number one."

They went on about useless details, everyone clapping, a few hands raised. “Very well, number one, you may go this way,” Jack informed, leading Number One off the stage. Will watched as the same brunette lady from earlier directed him to a room with the people who raised their hands.

They moved on to Number Two, Three, Four, Five… Number Six left crying because no hands were raised. Will's heart sank at the thought of that humiliation. He zoned out through Numbers Seven to Thirty-Three and snapped back when he realized he was next in line.

“Number Thirty-Four. Please, come up,” Jack held out a hand, and Will took it carefully.

Squinting at the blinding spotlight, Will barely caught Jack announcing his information. “Native English speaker, twenty-eight years old, athletic, an Aries, uh, fiery,” Jack teased, but Will couldn’t even force a smile. His ears blocked out the rest as he scanned the seats, thinking, who’s the least terrible one? As he was jolted back to reality, he saw a surge of hands. Surprised, he was led off the stage.

“This way,” the brunette said, guiding him.

He entered a wooden room with a big table, like a meeting room. Automatically moving to sit after standing on stage for a while, the lady took him by the elbow.

“No, no,” she said, dragging him. “You stand here, just a minute,” and she placed him at the center of the room, on the edge of the big table.

He waited a few minutes, people filing in, straightening himself up. He glanced at them but quickly turned his eyes to avoid direct contact. There were a lot of them, all taking seats while scrutinizing him. His hands got sweaty, heart raced, trying to catch a breath. He sighed deeply, swallowing hard.

“Shall we begin?” some other guy asked, standing next to him. “Alright, Mrs. DuMarier, please.”

Will's eyes darted up to quickly inspect who this was. A tall, blonde woman, probably in her forties, raised a whiteboard with “$100k” written in sharpie on it.

“We’re starting at a hundred thousand. Yes, Mr. Brown?” the guy directed his question to a dark-haired guy, couldn’t be more than thirty-something. Mr. Brown had “$400k” on his board.

“Four hundred, excellent. Yes, Miss Verger?” a very pretty and small woman, probably around Will’s age. She went for $700k.

Will tried to distract himself by studying the faces around the table. He was already feeling what he was told he would feel: dull, void. Blocking out emotions so you don’t feel the dread.

They spent a while raising boards, already past two million dollars. The guy leading the whole thing left the room and came back with a bunch of people, all standing at the door, looking curious.

“New record, impressive,” he heard someone say. Will didn’t know what to feel, what to think. Again, he was starting to understand why they all became so empty and dead-eyed.

As he looked at the people around the door, he spotted a guy leaning by the door. Tall, wearing a sleek navy and tailored suit that made his biceps pop out. Strangely attractive face, sharp and bold, pursed lips, eyes calm and squinting at him with a slightly tilted head. He averted his gaze when he realized he’d been staring probably open-mouthed.

At that point, they were reaching the five million mark, and suddenly his heart sank as they stopped raising boards. Who won? Oh my god, who won? Will's head nervously searched the room and regained focus as a man, looking slightly older than him, raised from his seat.

“Mr. Tobias Budge, congratulations… You have our most valued darling,” the guy announced.

Will felt a cold wave coursing through his whole body as Tobias Budge approached him, with a sinister satisfied look on his face. His arms were starting to raise to touch Will, and Will imagined his face didn’t betray the nauseating feeling he had inside. But before the man could touch him, a strong voice came up:

“I want him.”

Will immediately searched and found: the door guy. Oh god.

“Sorry, Tobias. May I?” the man said, reaching for Will’s card.

“You can’t just take him because you’re producing,” Tobias said, slightly annoyed.

“I’m not taking. I’ll raise whatever number you have,” the man said plainly.

Will just kept staring back and forth, as did the rest of the room.

“Well, it’s settled, then?” the other guy asked, looking at both. Tobias nodded, annoyed, as the other man nodded, signing his name on Will’s card.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lecter,” he said, and the whole room applauded with a seemingly jealous attitude, while some exchanged sly glances, laughing.

Will wanted to run fast and throw himself out of that window on the other side of the room. Should I invest time in this fic?

#lamb writes #don't worry darling #fic #fanfic #writing #writers #fic writer #hannigram #fic rec #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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don't worry darling

fc: florence pugh

liked by y/nfan3, y/nfan8, harryfan5 and 1,989 others

y/nupdates: y/n spotted with harry and a few others from the don't worry darling cast this evening. filming is rumored to be starting soon !

harryfan7: I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

y/nfan4: my mom and dad 🥺

harryfan3: she's so lucky 😭

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y/ninstagram☑️: 17 year old y/n giggling and kicking her feet rn 🤭

harryfan6: she's just like me fr

y/nfan2: Y/N HAHAHA

harryfan7: harry liked???

↪️ harryfan8: i didn't know he knew how to do that

liked by y/nfan6, harryfan2, and 2,735 others

harryupdates: from @.gemmachan's instagram story today

harryfan4: h in the froggy hat 😩

y/nfan39: is that y/n in the orange??

liked by ynfan7, harryfan11, ynfan9, and 6,378 others

dwdupdates: new pics of harry and y/n on set of don't worry darling

harryfan3: harry in his housewife era

ynfan8: yn is the truest representation of me in the morning

harryfan6: is it just me or have they been spending so much time together recently...

↪️ ynfan1: yeah they're co-starring in a movie 💀

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y/ninstagram☑️: life as of lately 💐🎞☎️

y/nfan3: my wife

↪️ harryfan24: harry be like:

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dwdupdates: y/n on set of don't worry darling

ynfan19: is that blood??

harryfan23: what is the plot of this movie💀

ynfan54: i thought this was going to be a sweet 50s inspired movie what the fuck 😃

liked by harryfan7, y/nfan21, and 7,297 others

harryupdates: harry in an interview with zane lowe talking about his new album: "Yeah, it's definitely inspired by someone who came into my life recently. They just have this energy that makes me want to create, want to be a better artist, a better person. There's this one song in the album in particular, when we were getting to know each other they revealed some stuff to me that was very much like, ‘Oh, that’s not normal, like I think you should maybe get some help or something,'"

harryfan81: is he talking about y/n????

y/nfan14: bet the song is matilda

↪️ harryfan2: umm actually he wrote matilda about me ✨️

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y/ninstagram☑️: in the wise words of miss swift: we never go out of style 🌙

y/nfan54: MOMMY?

mtv: 🔥🔥🔥

y/nfan09: please run me over with a bulldozer

harryfan82: Y/N GIVE THE REST OF US A CHANCE PLEASE

harrystyles☑️: 🥰 call me right now love

↪️ harryfan43: dude???

↪️ y/ninstagram☑️: h this isn't your secret account 😭

#harry styles smau #harry styles x reader #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #don't worry darling #florence pugh

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years

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harry looked so nervous at the premiere today for dwd🥹🥹🥹 you should write something were maybe he’s super nervous before and gets emotional and his wife just comforts him maybe he even gets sick from nerves🥹🥹🥹

A Series of Unfortunate Events in Italy (pt. 3)

The Late Night Flight (pt. 1)

Blowjobs & Pussy Rubbing in the Sky (SMUT) (pt. 2)

AN: i was saving this request for my part 3 of my three part series. it's not exact to the request but similar. i hope you enjoy and leave your feedback...

This story contains: mentions of anxiety, vomit, comfort, fluff

{ husbandrry - no kids - softrry - current harry era }

word count: 1,589

Harry lets his anxiety get to be too much, from the negative comments on his acting abilities to the drama his cast members had, that he ends up getting sick in the middle of the night and you comfort him.

Harry knew he wasn't the best actor out there but he and everyone who worked with him thought he was pretty decent. But with the recent conflict in the media about his performance from what they've seen in the Don't Worry Darling trailer, he was having some serious doubt. And with this self doubt came the anxiety he was feeling because he knew at this movie premiere the best of the best critics were going to watch and review his acting abilities.

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The plane ride to Venice was fine, well more then fine when you decided to give him that blowjob and let him rub your pussy, but as soon as you both got off the plane, Harry begun feeling quite ill. His anxiety was spiking and not only from the worry of what the critics may say, but also from the drama he knew his other cast members were dealing with, him being lucky enough to not have been apart of that fuss. You noticed on the way to the hotel Harry was being more quiet then he was previously but you didn't question it too much. You thought that maybe even though Harry got some sleep on the jet that he was just super exhausted.

Then when you went out to eat dinner at a little cafe down the street from the hotel you were staying in, Harry barely talked and he picked at his food. He loved Italian food so this put up additional warning signs in your brain. Why was Harry acting like this? Did you do something wrong? Was he coming down with a virus? You really didn't know.

Once you finished eating, you and Harry walked hand in hand back to the hotel and got ready for bed, beings it was getting late and you had to be up early in the morning for hair and makeup. When you laid down in the hotel bed and cuddled up to Harry like you normally do, you thought you'd sleep peacefully until Harry's alarm goes off at six am, but oh how you were wrong.

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Harry tossed and turned for hours, feeling the small amount he did eat at the Italian cafe not sitting well in his stomach at all. He was becoming increasingly more nauseous as time went on. His thoughts kept spiralling to, "They all hate me." "I'm such a bad actor." "What if a fight between Olivia and Florence erupts on the red carpet?", that if he stayed in this bed for one more minute he'd be puking all over you.

Harry tried as best as possible to carefully detach you from his sweaty body, then sprinted to hotel suites bathroom. As soon as Harry stepped foot into the bathroom he lifted the closed toilet seat with shaky hands and squatted down in front of the porcelain bowl. His mouth just salivates over the water for a moment before his body lurched forward and begun throwing up.

Loud sounds of retching and heaving woke you up from your peaceful sleep and when you opened your eyes to the mostly dark room, you realized your husband was no longer beside you. Meaning they must be coming from the bathroom where you assume he's located. You quickly fling the duvet off your body and pad your feet over to the bathroom which is a few feet from the bed.

When you arrive at the bathroom, the door is wide open, presumably from Harry not having the time or thought to shut it, and see him bent over the toilet, puking his guts out. You rush over to him in a speedy manner and immediately begin to rub your small hand up and down the length of his naked back, him only being dressed in his boxer briefs. Though you hate vomit and the sound it makes when someone is vomiting, you'd always be by your husbands side no matter how gross the act was. In sickness and in health you vowed and boy did you mean that whole heartedly.

"Shhh," you whisper while continuing to rub on Harry's back, "you're alright. I'm here now." He just makes an uncomfortable whine sound between dry heaves and when you notice him trying to push back his unruly hair, you stand up and grab the black hair clip he'd left on bathroom counter before bed. You come back to his crouched body and carefully scooped up his brown curls, twisting them on the top of his head and securing them with the hair clip so no puke gets in it. That wouldn't be very nice.

Then you squat back down and try your best to comfort him as best as possible. You didn't know if Harry was being sick because of a sickness or maybe food poisoning from the restaurant down the street, but by the way you noticed his hands and legs were shaking like crazy, you settle on the idea it may be from his anxiety. Harry sometimes had the tendency to allow his anxiety to get to be too much for him to handle and it'd make him sick to his stomach.

Once Harry finally got a break from throwing up, he blindly reached for some toilet paper to wipe off his mouth and nose before tossing the dirtied tissue in the puke filled toilet and flushed it. If he kept hovering over his sick for much longer it would only make him get sick again. He then turns his head to the side and sees your worried facial expressions. So he hoarsely mutters, "M'fine, love. Just a bit of a queasy stomach."

Knowing he wasn't telling you the full truth, you huff a breath before replying, "Harry, this seems much more than a queasy stomach. And your whole body is shaking. You don't feel like you have any sort of fever either. Tell me what's wrong so I can help you. What's really got you so sick?"

Knowing he can't lie to you anymore, Harry slowly turns his body around so he's facing you completely and while going to lean forward on your body, he nearly whispers, "Think it's my anxiety. Just with all the negative things said recently about my acting in Don't Worry Darling to the tension I know will be on the red carpet premiere tomorrow from the drama that happened on set, s'got got me feeling a bit sick. But I'm okay. Feel better now that I've emptied my stomach."

"Oh babe," you coo sadly at his admission, "your acting was great in the film. Don't let those internet trolls tell you otherwise. And I'm sure there won't be anything bad that happens at the movie premiere tomorrow. Whatever drama that happened on set will probably stay hidden because they're all adults and know how to remain professional. Don't have anything to worry about. But if you do start to worry, remember I'm gonna be by your side the entire time."

"Wanna go back to bed, please." Harry tells you as his head now lays on your shoulder.

"Does your stomach feel better?" you question cautiously, not wanting him to be sick in bed or anything.

He nods his head slowly and says, "Yeah, just tired now." You help Harry stand on wobbly legs and help him brush his teeth at the sink across from the toilet. Once his mouth was clean of the taste and smell of the bile he'd threw up minutes ago, you walk him back into the bedroom and help him get back under the duvet.

Before you joined him, you go over to the mini fridge and grab Harry a bottle of water to keep on his bedside table incase he was parched. You carry the water back over to the bed and set it beside him. "Here's some water if you feel thirsty, babe." Then you walk around the bed and slipped under the covers yourself.

Right as you were going to scoot over and cuddle with your lover, Harry beats you to it. Except as he's sliding over to you, he asks, "Can I, I lay on your chest?" His voice almost sounded childlike and it warmed your heart. It's like when a child has been sick and afterwards wants to join in bed with their parent(s) because they need comfort. And you were glad to be that comfort for him.

"Course," you answer in a loving tone, "come here, baby." Harry maneuvers his body until he's straddling your thighs and then lays his body down onto your front. If the circumstances were better, you'd initiate some midnight loving. But he'd just threw up all that was in his stomach so you'd imagine having sex wasn't a great idea right now. Not will all the movements it takes. Plus, he just seems so vulnerable at the moment and you'd never take advantage of him in this state.

As you start to lull back to sleep, you drag the covers up over Harry's bare back so he doesn't get cold and place a hand on the surface of his back. You soothingly rub your cold hand over his skin and the calming manner knocks Harry out. Well that relaxing feeling as well as just being in your hold. He felt safe and immense amounts of comfort and all the previous anxiety he'd felt was momentarily washed away. Maybe it'd return when he woke up or maybe it wouldn't. But for now he's solely focused on sleep for the big day ahead of him.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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"Hi. I'm Bucky."

You Should Don't Worry, Darling.

#navybrat rambles #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #don't worry darling #you should worry darling #please worry darling #something is wrong #future fic #enjoy my crudely made clip #i need another au like a hole in the head #😂🤣😂#disturbia

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meirimerens · 1 year

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i noticed it a couple of times in your pictures (mostly those that are uh. you cannot show here) that you draw Burakh with tavro signs on his body. are these tatoos? scars? something else? and on a similar topic, how do you apply these symbols on herb brides when you draw them? do you do this based on their meanings (though as far as i'm concerned most of them haven't been given any clear meanings by the developers) or just randomly?

hello darling

if you mean signs like those:

(excuse the. crops on these two first ones you know how it is you've mentioned) (the third one was posted on here it's fine...)

they're scars! specifically scars i give him when i draw him in the ATA Extended Universe, meaning the drawing Exists with my fic's lore behind it :3 i'm not saying which chapters the scars show up you're just gonna have to read the thing. teehee giggle.

on burakh, they're all sigils that exist within the game's lore, either of those

or these

all kinda flowing into one another. as you can read in the first link, some of these sigils have meanings, and some don't, so i pick and choose what i feel is right. what i Fuck Wit.

as for the Brides, their models and/or character concepts come with sigils already smeared on.

depending on whether or not i follow their models precisely, follow them loosely, or go balls to the wall with my own concepts, i either replicate the exact same sigils at the same place, put other sigils in the same or other places, or take inspiration from the placements and lines of them to draw on my own brides. i either reuse the sigils i posted above, some others drawn on these brides that don't appear on the sigil sheet, or i make some up following the same design patterns as the canon sigils. since besides a few the sigils have no canon meanings i just go cuckoo. some patterns i tend to re-use when i draw Herb Brides are the facepaint-bride's elongated sigils on the thighs and knees, the flower bride's back-of-thigh sigil that looks inspired by mongolian traditional script and her chest-painted sigils, and those on the arms. I try to leep the sigils on places where the Brides could have drawn them themselves, as i think that's what they do for the most part.

examples:

^ reusing the patterns of sigils with elongated "tails", new sigils, same placement

^ reusing the patterns of sigils over the chest, new sigils new "texture" (on the left), same placement

^ reusing the patterns of sigils with elongated "tails", different (on the left) and same sigils (right) as the concept art, different placement

thank u for askin 🫂

#hello darling. i also do not know what ''tavro'' means.#ok don't blink. there's some #suggestive /#in these first 2 image. unfortunately those are the ones i could remember #you're reminding me i need to make a scar map of burakh's ATA scars... much to think about #ring ring (answers)#anonymous #there's a bare chest in there don't even worry about it #herb brides lore #burakh lore #ata fic #<- yaaaayy

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pink-flame · 2 years

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Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week Futuristic Day

Living in 2050 isn't exactly a dream for Julie Molina. If the thick, chemical smog and constant monitoring by corporations wasn't enough to make her long for an escape, the loss of her mother has left her completely withdrawn from what's left of the world. But when she wins the chance to test HGC's newest virtual reality game she can't resist the chance to try it out. Most of the lucky few who are testing it are using the opportunity to explore fantastical worlds or experience what it would be like to have superpowers but Julie opts for her own city of LA, just decades earlier. The 90's, the era of history that her mom had always been obsessed with. At first she's only amazed at how real everything feels but when she runs into three characters who don't seem to play by the rules of the game she starts to realize something might be off. Are Luke, Reggie and Alex just part of an algorithm designed to give her the friends she needs or could they possibly be what they claim to be...real? Falling in love with Luke if he's a blip of code is scary. Falling in love with him if he's real enough to lose the way she lost her mom that's a lot more scary. Can they figure out the truth before the CEO of HGC shuts her game down and destroys her link to the guys forever?

#juke #jatp #jatp sci fi week #jatp sci fi week futuristic #what if ready player one and don't worry darling met jatp #what if lol #my fics #my stuff

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stylescine · 11 months

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I've seen so many discussions about this, especially about which ones are cringe, so let's see what y'all think

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augustplanet · 10 months

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no context spoilers

Thank you @elusive-honeydew for the tag!💖

Rules: Share a sentence or paragraph from a WIP that could be a spoiler, but on its own is not. Can be from a WIP or something posted. Tag as many people as you'd like!

You sit the chilled bottle on the counter in front of him and you’re too quick for him to catch you, to graze his fingers against yours as he grips the neck. You’re already moving, another patron waving you down for a beer or a whiskey or a jack and coke but because his momma raised him right, beat manners into his thick skull, he still murmurs a thank you to the buzzing, empty air.

tags (ignore these if you'd like!💕) @roosterbruiser @cherrycola27 @cassiemitchell @thedroneranger @blue-aconite @mayhemmanaged @sugarcoated-lame @gretagerwigsmuse @fanboygarcia @lewmagoo @laracrofted @ohtobeleah @seresinsweetie @bradshawsbaby @withahappyrefrain @desert-fern

#the acronym for this fic alone is like ten fucking letters i hate it here #the title can't be anything else i did this to myself #my darling my baby my love the bane of my existence #if yall don't want to be tagged i am so sorry #hi hello this is my clumsy attempt at making friends #i stopped myself from tagging ALL of the writers i follow but don't worry yall are next

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year

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so I commed the amazingly talented @king-cotton-candy for this scene from my Don’t Worry Darling AU one shot you better leave (it's not safe in here). please go check out her blog, she's such an incredible artist. AJ, you're the best and I feel so lucky to have you as a friend. 💖🫂

#tina belcher #jordan cagan #bob's burgers #don't worry darling au #bb fic #king cotton candy #kcc art #aj art #commission #art commissions #sally speaks #this is technically a zekina fic but i don't wanna clog the tag lol #especially since there really isn't zekina in this comm #but i promise it is there #also i am so sorry to anyone who may actually ship jordan and tina lol i swear I'm not bashing your ship

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fairyysoup · 2 years

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brb bout to watch don't worry darling

#stay turned for yet another harry styles character fic that i post and then never talk about again #harry styles #don't worry darling #rose shut up

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syncrovoid-presents · 11 months

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Living a Fictional Prose - Welcome Home AU

Rough thoughts for my au I've got in the works! Living a Fictional Prose is an abstract/existential horror au (well, depending on your perspective. A decent into madness if you will) about Wally and the evolution/relocation of the neighbourhood of Home!

Wally in this au is a conduit of mind bending oddities, neither a puppet or a person. He appears to people in a puppet form before the "welcoming" has taken place, but only to people that are both suggestible and (somewhat) isolated.

The "welcoming" is triggered through a person welcoming Wally into their home through a key statement. His puppet form has a tag around his neck with a warning (that he's tried scribbling over) and the trigger statement.

He has two forms, a stable puppet form and his less-stable "true" form.

The puppet form is how he is when in our world/reality before the "welcoming" begins. He can't really change in this form and is stuck within the puppet with limited ability to interact with the world around him. He can still hear and see though, and can vaguely communicate through thoughts if he's been around someone long enough. He does this to convince them to start the "welcoming" (it's more like he has some sway over thoughts, but he can't make someone do or think something they wouldn't already be inclined to).

The unstable form is what he takes after the "welcoming" starts. It's his true form that he has the ability to alter and change (but he sticks to Wally-shaped shapes). He's also not a puppet in this form. He's a worm off the string, free but only for however long the "welcoming" lasts. That form sometimes falls apart, but that's okay! He just fixes it @:)

Once the "welcoming" has started it cannot be stopped. And it's only once welcomed into someone's home he's able to get up to silly reality bending shenanigans AKA the Welcoming (don't worry about everything changing around you, totally not related to your new best Friend!) @:)

After all, why go to Home if he can bring Home to you?

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #living a fictional prose au #syncrovoid.txt #im going to write a fic for this soon. i got the first chapter halfway done but still working on format stuffs #if i could draw i'd be unstoppable.. making little doodles of him #hes got some fun designs because he's a busy silly guy in this au. takes some time bringing jome to you!#and he's gotta make whoever fit into Home! don't worry.. it shouldn't hurt too much #(he doesn't understand pain nor fear because he's silly like that)#he's so silly i love him #trying to balance introducing the au without spoiling the fic of it im writing haha #anyways please enjoy!

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