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wileys-russo · 7 months

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all i can picture in my mind is jealous bf less who KNOWS she shouldn’t be jealous, and she’s just gone quiet bc she doesn’t wanna say anything. and then that creates a whole thing with r who feels like maybe she’s don’t something wrong. and then it all blows up and leads to a guilt confession from less about why she was quiet

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"-well baby i think that was quite literally everyone. you have now met my entire family!" you smiled softly, having pulled your girlfriend away to a quiet corner of the back deck, your cousins wedding kicking off in full force behind you.

"i can't promise i remember half their names love i won't lie." alessia chuckled, hands finding yours as you played with her fingers. "i don't know half their names and to some of them i'm their husbands, sisters, best friends second half cousin on my dads side." you joked, coming from such a huge family did have its challenges.

"you look so beautiful tonight amore mio." the striker sighed, the way her eyes lovingly roamed your body making your cheeks flush red. "as do you baby, the matching colour scheme was a nice touch." you smiled, hands fussing with the suit vest which adorned her top half, the taller girl wearing a two piece vest and pants set that perfectly matched your dress.

"my favourite part about this dress will be watching it fall to the floor later." alessia almost purred, lips ghosting yours as you raised an eyebrow at her suggestive tone. "mm and my favourite part of those suit pants will be watching them fly across the room later, much later." you teased, leaning in as if to kiss her but pulling away at the last minute.

"come love, we should get back inside." you smiled knowingly at the look on her face, taking a few steps away and offering her your hand, wiggling your fingers. "just you wait." alessia warned with a smirk tugging at her lips, accepting your hand and allowing you to pull her back inside the venue.

as soon as the two of you stepped inside you were both whisked away into the hurry and flurry of the dance floor, twirled around by distant relatives as your heart warmed to watch alessia dance with your neice.

"well hello stranger." you jumped at a pair of hands landing on your waist. "oh my god ellie? hey!" you gasped at your childhood neighbour, pulling her into a tight hug, missing the way your girlfriends eyes instantly locked onto you from across the room.

alessia knew she shouldn't be jealous. you'd never given her any reason to be, you showered her with your love and attention whenever she wanted it and alessia knew you would never ever cheat, that's not who you were.

so then why she felt her eyes burn and her stomach tighten at the unfamiliar girls hands all over you, the way her eyes roamed your face and subtly dropped down to your exposed cleavage, the way she picked you up and twirled you round.

that was her job, you were her girl, only her hands could touch you like that and only her arms could wrap around you and protect you from the world.

but she was tugged from her jealous haze by a small hand pulling at her pants, your neice holding up her hands expectantly as alessia's face softened, twirling the little girl around who squealed happily, the noise catching your attention as you glanced over ellie's shoulder, face softening at the sight.

"come on! we have so much to catch up on." alessia glanced up to check on you, having made sure you were in her sights all night, so alarm bells rang in her head as she looked around the room trying to spot you.

"hey oli, save me a dance for later?" she knelt down and spoke to your neice who nodded happily before running off after her brother as alessia continued her search for you.

she finally found you sat at your seat on your assigned table, ellie sitting in alessia's place as the two of you chattered away without a care. "oh! here she is." you perked up as you spotted your girlfriend making her way over.

"so you're the infamous girlfriend. hi! i'm ellie." your friend stood in alessia's path toward you, pulling her into a surprisingly sudden hug as alessia returned the gesture though a little more awkwardly.

alessia was quick to sit down in her rightful seat, ellie moving to the vacant chair on your other side as the two of you resumed conversation, alessia's hand moving to rest somewhat protectively on your leg.

as the conversation continued the blonde found herself struggling more and more to ignore the unwarranted jealousy bubbling up inside her. ellie was absolutely lovely and alessia detested her for it because it even more so added to the fact that alessia had no right to feel this way.

and yet with every laugh she pulled from you, every little inside joke you two shared or funny memory you reflected on, every little subtle touch of your hand or your face as she’d grab at you with a grin, alessia’s stomach coiled further and her grip on her drink would tighten.

she felt isolated from you despite being sat right by your side, she wanted to be pressed up against you on the dancefloor, her making you laugh and her whispering sweet things in your ear as the two of you swayed and stole kisses inbetween each song.

but she wasn’t, and that’s not to say you were purposely excluding her from the conversation with your friend, quite the opposite actually if anything it was alessia who was isolating herself.

knowing she didn’t have the right to feel this way but unable to ignore or move past the reality that she did in fact feel this way, alessia shut down and switched off.

you’d continually try to pull her into the conversation, wether it be you highlighting her varied achievements both on and off the pitch, or recommending a new restaurant the two of you had recently been to.

you’d tried a multitude of different ways to get your girlfriend to engage and yet each time she would just smile politely or give an answer with no more than a few words, going back to sipping on her drink as her eyes avoided yours.

you didn’t fail to notice when her touch slipped away, her hand moving off your knee to rest in her lap, inching away as you tried to reach out for her again, a small frown painted on your features at the rejection.

at first you felt worried, trying to maintain conversation with ellie whilst also ticking over and over in your mind and memory if you’d done anything to upset the taller girl beside you who looked like she wished she was anywhere else but.

but then when your countless attempts to rope her in to engaging with you failed, your worry turned into frustration which was very close to boiling over into anger.

“im just going to go to the toilet and freshen upa bit. babe come with me?” you left her no choice, your voice seemingly sweet but your girlfriend instantly caught onto the slight tone of malice which lay beneath its initial layer.

apologising to ellie who waved you off and stood to go and mingle, you grabbed alessia’s hand and all but dragged her away from the table.

“what the hell was that? why are you being so rude?” you questioned once the two of you were safely locked inside the toilet, thankfully no one else in a single cubicle to interrupt the fast brewing argument.

“i wasn’t!” alessia shook her head, again avoiding your eyes as you huffed. “really? then why do you look like you’d be anywhere else but here with me?” your voice cracked slightly at the end, emotions betraying the tough facade you were trying to play into as your girlfriends eyes snapped to yours at the waver.

“baby i want nothing more than to be here with you, nothing makes me happier or prouder than having you on my arm and by my side both at events and in life, i promise.” the blondes hands were quick to settle themselves either side of your face, placing a reassuringly tender kiss to your lips.

“then why were you being so quiet and stand-offish at the table?” you frowned, the striker letting out a pensive sigh and dropping her hands from your face. “it doesn’t matter.” alessia sighed, dragging her hands down her face as you cocked your head curiously.

“it matters to me. did I do something wrong?” you asked quieter now, insecurity starting to hint it’s way through the fortress of your mind. “what? no amore mio i promise, it’s absolutely nothing you did.” she assured quickly as your frowned deepened.

“then talk to me, please.” you requested, the concerned look in your eyes enough to cause alessia’s heart to crack. “its really nothing, it’s silly.” alessia sighed, tilting her head back as you stayed quiet, urging her on with a pointed gaze.

“okay. i was jealous of ellie being round you and i knew i had absolutely no right to be and she was actually quite a lovely girl so I sort of just…shut up and shut down?” alessia winced at the admission, your face softening at her words.

“lessi. you’re right you have no reason at all to be jealous!” you assured, arms reaching up to loop around her neck as you stared up at the taller girl. “just seeing her hands on you and her making you laugh and all the little inside jokes, well it wound me up a little.” alessia muttered much quieter as again your smile grew.

“you really are the sweetest you know that right?” your nails traced lines on the back of her neck. “see this? i’m yours baby. yours and yours only!” you gestured to the small golden A necklace which had hung round your neck for months now.

“but its cute you got so worked up. next time just talk to me about it, after all you’re normally quite good with your mouth.” you teased, grinning as the look in the blondes eyes shifted slightly.

“you know mi bella ragazza, you did say i’d find that dress on the floor later…well would you look at that? it’s later.”

#alessia russo #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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aemonds-sapphire · 2 years

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Intimacy

Summary: Aemond struggles to fall asleep and asks for some help.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Cockwarming. Pregnancy sex. Needy Aemond.

Word count: 1k

The sounds of Aemond constantly shifting in bed ultimately woke you from a deep sleep.

“Aemond?”

He did not reply at first, merely stilling. His breath was coming out in shallow pants.

At the last stage of your pregnancy you really needed all the rest you could get, but it was your husband who seemed to be struggling.

After a few moments of silence, he moved his body closer to yours, enveloping you with his warmth. He was resting his chin on your shoulder while placing one hand on your swollen belly.

The intimacy brought a faint smile to your lips, as your eyes fluttered shut.

You could feel his breath fanning your skin as he pressed a kiss.

“Let me be inside you.”

His voice was but a whisper, but his plea rang in your ears, jolting you awake at once.

“Aemond?”

And that was when you felt the indistinguishable outline of his cock pressing softly against your backside, making you fully aware of his intentions.

He dragged the palm of your hand across your belly, taking his time to trail feather-like kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

“Please…” he said, rolling his hips into you. “I need to be inside you.”

Pregnancy had made him become more vocal about his needs. He allowed you to get comfortable enough in your body before he even suggested getting more intimate.

You appreciated how needy he was and you welcomed it with open arms.

Or rather… open legs.

“Be gentle…”

“Of course, my lady…”

But before he could find comfort inside you, the babe started kicking vigorously.

You felt his chest rumble against your back. “Go back to sleep, little dragon,” he said, softly patting your belly affectionately.

“Seems like it runs in the family,” you chuckled.

Aemond brought his lips to your ear. “Do you think you can take all of me…”

“Maybe…”

Your heart immediately skipped a bit at his boldness, and you found yourself grinding into his stiff cock.

“I’ll go slow…” he promised before angling his hips until the tip was nudging at your entrance.

You had to bite back a moan from the arousal that dripped drom his voice.

Aemond truly was a skilled lover.

He brought his hand to have your leg rest on his firm thigh, granting him better access. Aemond took a deep breath before snaking his fingers around to tease your clit.

The urge to slide down his cock was almost painfully unbearable, but you were fully aware you couldn’t take him without some preparation.

Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as his fingers slid across your folds before moving back to circle your clit.

Reflexively, your higs bucked into him and you felt the tip slip inside, drawing out a groan from Aemond.

“You’re still so…” he sighed, caressing your clit with such devotion that had you immediately clench around him. “… tight.”

Aemond possessed more self-control than you, being able to still his hips until he could feel you wet enough to be stuffed to the brim with his cock.

“Please… just…” you gasped as lust clouded your mind.

Aemond then removed his fingers from you now soaked folds and brought his fingers to his lips, and you heard the obscene sound of him tasting you in his tongue. “You’re so delicious…” he moaned.

Your swollen clit throbbed painfully and you had no choice but to slowly slide on his cock, gasping from how he stretched your walls.

His hand cane to grip your waist first, but he settled for placing it on your belly once more.

Expecting him to settle for a gentle pace, you said nothing. But once you realised his true intentions, you had to smile.

“Comfortable?” you ask him, squeezing lightly around him.

He groaned, massaging the skin just below your navel. “Extremely.”

Even through your state of arousal, you managed to take a few deep breaths so you could properly enjoy the sudden intimacy.

Aemond kept on planting soft kisses along your skin, until his body gave up on him, had you melting into him while his cock twitched from time to time.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut

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bts-0t-7 · 5 months

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So What? | MYG | Epligoue

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 635

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts @popcatx0 @yoonjinsgirl @marblemoonstones

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“Min Ji Sung!” You chased after your son. “I said stop running and put on your pants!”

Giggling could be heard as your son tried climbing up the stairs. Still too young to move up fast, you easily caught him at the bottom of the stairs and pulled up his pants. “Do not run around the house without clothes. People can see your butt.”

All the cheeky little boy did was wiggle his butt, tail wagging as he pistoned up the stairs on all four - only to be caught by Yoongi. His loud giggles rang clearly throughout the house as Yoongi ambushed him with belly tickles.

“You gonna listen to your mommy now?” Yoongi continued tickling him until he was short of breath from laughing. Yoongi got up and walked over to you, leaving your son on the ground to catch his breath.

Placing his hands on your six-month-old pregnant belly, Yoongi kissed your lips. “Hey, Jagiya.”

You smiled against his lips. Just then, Ji Sung clutched onto your legs. “No kissing! Mine!”

Yoongi looked at him, offended. “What? Before you is me! Your mom is mine, not yours. You’ll find yours when you’re old enough.”

Ji Sung wildly shook his head, soft cat ears flapping with the direction. “No! Mine!”

Yoongi pouted, looking at you. You - on the other hand - were trying to control your laughter looking at the two males in the family having a catfight.

“Don’t drag me into this now.” You laughed and picked Ji Sung up, propping him on your non-existent hips.

“Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late to the party.” You held Yoongi’s hand, walking down the stairs.

Yoongi took Ji Sung from you and strapped him into the car seat, ensuring that his tail wouldn’t be squashed as he lay back. Patting his head, Yoongi left your son to help you pack the diaper bag in the trunk.

Yoongi drove to the destination of Jimin’s house, listening to Ji Sung’s soft snores and you cooing at him. Yoongi was so focused on the both of you that when your hands came in contact with his ears, he jolted.

“What got you so deep in thought, love?” You smiled at his lack of response.

But now, all Yoongi saw was an angel. You looked like the purest thing on Earth, the best thing that ever came into his life. You were glowing and Yoongi basked in it. A tear slid down his cheeks and you grew worried.

“Yoongs,” You stroked his ears.

Yoongi wiped away the tears, pulling the car into the parking lot of Jimin’s house and instantly bringing your face to his.

“Nothing’s wrong, Jagiya.” He sniffled. “I just… got an epiphany.”

You chuckled at his choice of words. Yoongi was never one to use big words. “Oh really?”

“Yeah really.” Yoongi nodded, his signature gummy smile on show.

“Care to share what it was about?”

“You.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on now, Yoongi. We’ve been married for years.”

Thanks to the change of laws, hybrids are now better taken care of. However, society’s views can only change with time.

Yoongi laughed softly. “I am allowed to bask in your light.”

“So cheesy.” You teased, dragging your hair through his hair and rubbing his ears, causing a purr to emit out of him.

“You made me so.” Yoongi placed your foreheads together. “And I love you, more than words can ever describe. You are my stars, giving me so many reasons to live and so much light to sleep on.”

You smiled at him.

Oh, of course, you love him. But if words were never a thing, you would show him. And that is exactly what you did as you pressed your lips against his, giving him the answer of eternity.

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pitconfirmbutton · 1 year

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summer roses and winter strawberries (III) | lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

wc: 5328 words

warnings: controlling relationship (not an f1 driver, oc), physical abuse, emotional abuse, eating disorder/not eating, smoking, estie being the comedic relief once again, seb is the best grid dad ever

part 1 - wildflowers and fruits

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Lance opened his eyes, wondering what had pulled him from his sleep. Instead of checking his phone, where he would have seen a message from Pierre and Charles letting him know that they would be there in 15 minutes, he let himself focus on the head that currently lay on his chest, body sprawled out to his left. He tried to move slowly, allowing himself a peek at the woman who was sleeping soundly on him. You looked content, a small upturn on your lips and your hand resting over his right shoulder. Lance let himself play make-believe for a second, pretending that the wedding you were preparing for in just 26 days was one where you would walk down the aisle to him instead. He pushed the feeling of nausea that came with your engagement to Harry back into his stomach, trying to not let it ruin the moment he was in right now.

You groaned, slowly blinking your eyes open to look around, slightly confused before you remembered the events of last night. “Morning beautiful. Did you sleep ok?” You didn’t remember the last time you had woken up to someone caring about your sleep. It had been a long time.

“I slept so well, how about you?” You tilted your head to look up at him, his cheeky grin looking back at you. “Best sleep I have had in a long time,” Lance said, running his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, you don’t um… you don’t regret last night, do you?” His genuine worry made your butterflies come back, he was terrified that you would wake up and not want to be with him. He was scared that last night might’ve made you think you were better off with Harry. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Lance… I have no regrets, I want you just as much as I did the first day we met, probably even more. You have my heart.” He pulled you into his lap, kissing you with the same amount of passion that he did last night. As he began to kiss down your jaw and neck, whispering sweet nothings as he went, the doorbell to Lance’s apartment rang.

You were both staring at each other wide-eyed before your heads whipped around to the clock. 11 am. “Shit” and with that you had tried to scramble off Lance’s lap, gotten your foot caught in a sheet and went tumbling onto the floor with a loud thud. Lance barely had time to check you were ok before you shot up from the floor and pulled him off the bed too.

“Go open the door! I need to get ready.” You whisper shouted at him, the amused smile on his face only slightly annoying you, although you were mostly just as amused as him.

“Can I at least put on some pants first?” He questioned with a smirk, as he raised his hands out by his side, letting you bathe in all his glory. Your face was expressionless for a second before you answered. “Duh. Now go!!”

You ran back to your room, trying to find a pair of shorts and a hoodie to throw on as Lance made his way to the door, the bell had rung out another two times in the house as you both scrambled about.

Lance grabbed the door handle, ripping it open before they could ring again. In front of him stood Pierre and Charles. “Nice of you to let me know you were coming over,” Lance said sarcastically as he gave the boys a pat on the back quickly. “We texted you, were you busy?” Pierre answered back, his mouth in a slight smirk.

“Nah, just overslept, come in.” Lance moved aside opening the door for them to enter. “I was about to make some coffee, do you want some?” Lance said as he walked into the kitchen, Charles and Pierre sitting down at the countertop.

“Oh yes please.” “Yeah me too thanks mate.” “Ooh, you’d be a legend.” You called out as you walked into the kitchen, Lance nodding at you, turning to turn on the coffee machine.

Your jaw dropped and you watched as Charles’ eyebrows shot up, a smirk hiding on his face as he tried to be subtle. But if Charles was subtle, Pierre was crude. “Oh mon putain de dieu” (Oh my fucking god) was all Pierre shrieked out, his head flying back as he let out a screeching laugh as he clapped his hands. Lance swung back around, confused at the commotion, to be met with Pierre crying of laughter, Charles biting his tongue, a smirk growing on his face and you with your head in your hands, muffling soft giggles.

“What?” was all Lance could mutter out, confused as to what elicited the reaction.

“Did you get attacked by a bear or something, mate?” Charles chuckled out, as Lance furrowed his brows at him. Just as Lance was about to ask him what he meant, his eyebrows shot up and he had to fight to keep the smile off his face, failing miserably. He reached up behind his head, itching his neck coyly. “Something like that.”

Pierre and Charles, both slowly spun their bar stools around, facing you with questioning looks on their faces. “I think I have a nail clipper back at mine if you need it, ma pêche. You are more than welcome to borrow it.” Pierre loved stirring the pot, always had, ever since he was young, running around in his Redbull cap, trying to get a rise out of Charles or yourself.

You wanted to deny it but the blush spreading across your cheeks would indicate that was a lie. You didn’t know quite what to say, Charles realised jumping in to save you.

“As long as you’re happy, then we are happy, ok?” Charles smiled softly at you, you smiling back in gratitude. “But,” he said sternly as he spun back to Lance. “Keep in mind that Pierre and I here have happily talked about ways to kill her fiance and if you do anything to hurt her, I will shunt you right into the wall on turn 1 for a whole season.” Charles was smirking at Lance, trying to indicate that it was a joke said to reassure you rather than a judgement on his character. “I would hope so” was all Lance said back, smiling at you as he said it.

Lance put on a shirt and you all sat on the balcony together, drinking coffee, talking about everything and pretending that you didn’t have to leave this evening back to the devil. You’d kept your phone off as much as possible but like clockwork, your phone rang out, Harry’s name popping up on the screen, the three men with you freezing in place like it was a snake showing its fangs. Lance let himself enjoy the fact that Harry had no emoji or photo on his contact, something he knew you did with everyone else.

“Leave it!” Charles yelled as you went to pick it up. You froze, eyes wide as you looked between them. You knew you had to pick it up. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t. “Elle doit le faire, espèce d'idiot” (she has to, you idiot) Pierre said hastily, sliding the phone towards you.

You picked it up, looking at Lance who gave you a small comforting nod. You smile back sadly and rose from your seat, heading inside to the quiet of the apartment. The boys followed closely behind, wishing to protect you from a few metres away.

“Hey.” You quickly looked up at the boys perched on the couch as your paced back and forward, trying to dull your nerves.

“Do they know?” Harry wasn’t yelling but he projected well, and Pierre, Charles and Lance were able to hear him. Pierre’s back straighten and his jaw tightened at Harry’s words. Charles gritted his teeth, anger filling him when Harry didn’t even bother to ask how you were, how your trip was going. Lance just closed his eyes, listening but also trying to block out other stimuli, every other thing being close to sending him spiralling.

You froze for a second, the magnitude of his question kicking in. You had to make it as believable as possible, if he didn’t believe you, you were as good as gone.

“We have spent the whole time looking for dresses, Harry. Hanna only cared about that and what my ring looked like. So no, they don’t know.” Your eyes briefly looked over at them again and then dropped. The lies flowed from your mouth with ease now, too natural and normal. Lance felt himself worry at the way you could lie so easily, a small part of him worrying that what you had was a lie too.

“Good, because you know what I do to you if they find out, sweetheart. Purple really is such a beautiful colour on your skin.” You let your head drop, your hand coming to your mouth to hold in a sob that threatened to make its way to the surface.

Charles shot up from his seat, his fists balled tightly as his chest heaved. He had only ever had brothers, never understanding Jules when he would talk about how he’d end the life of any man that hurt his sister… until he met you. The little sister figure of so many drivers, even if you were older than some of them. Charles would watch your F3 races before he raced, a sense of pride blooming in him. Despite your beautiful appearance, your sweet loyalty and incredible intelligence, Charles had only ever looked at you as one of his greatest friends and the sister he never had.

And right now, true to Jules’ word, he was going to punch the living daylights out of Harry.

Pierre grabbed his hoodie sleeve, forcing him to sit back down on the couch, for once being the rational mind the group needed to stay out of trouble. Plus, Harry couldn’t know that they were with you, so for now they had to shut up and bare it.

They turned to Lance who was just dissociating at this point. His eyes were tightly closed but the glistening of tears could just be seen from the corner of them. Pierre wrapped an arm around his shoulder, trying to silently comfort him as best as he could at that given moment.

When they turned back to you, your hand had dropped back to your side but tears had started to slide silently down your cheeks. The look in your eyes was one of begging, begging them to save you from this reality.

“I’m sure Lance told you just how hard it was to drive with broken wrists, you’d definitely be out of championship contention then.” The sob finally left you, echoing through the room and down the phone line.

“Oh honey, you sound so pretty when you cry but I need you to tell me the truth, do they know?” His voice was sickly sweet but you had never felt so scared. Had your lie not worked this time?

“I... I told you Harry, no one knows, please, I am telling the truth.” Your begging and babbling made him chuckle and you were sure he could hear the way you were hyperventilating

“I know, you’re not stupid enough to tell them. If the way you screamed last time was any indicator, you will never misbehave again. A car will be waiting for you at Narita airport.” Beep. He had hung up on you and that meant that you could finally collapse to the floor.

The boys were at your side before you had even sunk to your knees. “Is this how he always talks to you?” Charles was the only person in the room with enough resolve to talk, not as overcome with anger, sadness or fear.

You nodded. Lance slowly grabbed your hand, stroking it with his thumb but before he could think, you had thrown yourself into his lap, curled yourself into an upright fetal position and closed your eyes. Lance pressed a kiss to your head and tucked you into him, understanding that you didn’t want to talk right now but rather just needed to feel support.

Charles and Pierre looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, small smiles crossing their lips. It was the polar opposite, seeing you being held and cared for, compared to that phone call, but they could get used to that reality.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok? He has laid his hands on you for the last time.” Lance knew it was a promise completely out of his control but one he needed to make all the same.

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Saying goodbye to everyone was the worst pain imaginable. It truly felt like you were never going to see them again. Spending time with your loved ones made you feel like yourself again. You could joke around, sleep, eat and most importantly, be loved.

A goodbye to Pierre, Charles, Esteban, Lando and Mick had been bizarre.

Pierre was angry, not at you but at the world, holding you close and telling you that as long as you were in the same city, he was only ever 15 minutes away at most. That he would break laws to get to you. That he would break laws to protect you. He was also quick to remind you that if he saw Harry do something even remotely shifty while in the paddock, he and Danny would have him on the ground before he could blink. You chuckled and hugged him back. “I don’t doubt it for a second, Pear. Thank you.”

Charles was as composed as he could be. You could see it cracking, the genuine worry seeping through but he told himself that if he just stayed positive then it would be alright. He knew it didn’t work like that but at that moment he couldn’t do anything to help you yet but he knew that things were beginning to look more positive and he had to hope that would continue. A hug and a kiss on each cheek did calm you down and you already felt a little more ok with leaving them. Your friends gave you strength just by being near you. “I will see you on the podium at Suzuka, ok?” You nodded back.

Esteban was his usual fun-loving self. Although, much like Charles, it was in the hope that it might just take your mind off everything for a while. He pulled you in for a hug and rested his chin on your head before swaying you back and forward a bit. He looked down at you with a toothy grin and you felt your heart swell. He had been an F3 driver with Prema when you started and you had both gotten along extremely well right away. Your laughter was often heard echoing out at the Prema HQ or at events and you were both usually talking about something completely random on trips away together, like that time you played Eye-Spy on the team bus the whole 3-hour journey between tracks, much to the annoyance of everyone else. Your smile grew as you remembered the memory. “See you soon, écureuil” giggling as he rolled his eyes at the nickname, although the smile never left his face. “You sure will, ma petite fraise.”

Lando looked lost and scared as he stared at you and for a second all you could see was a little McLaren driver, his helmet tucked under his arm like a safety blanket, his eyes darting around the paddock to see who was watching him, afraid of judgement, scared to not fit in. You had been perched on the Ferrari pit wall, a perk of your driver academy at the time, headphones on as you watched Q3. You had caught sight of Lando as you turned to watch Seb come in for a pit stop. He was standing just inside his garage and for the first time, you had taken pity on him. Through the years, he had been there like an annoying thorn that had gotten caught in your sock as you walked. His laugh was always shrill, his confidence over the top and he had never stopped to introduce himself to you once. Arrogant brat. The fact that he had gotten a seat straight out of F2 after placing 2nd had annoyed you so much more when you had won in 2019, only to become a reserve driver for Ferrari. But that day, as he stood in his garage after being eliminated in Q1 you realised that you had been all wrong, his laugh was a facade, his confidence was fake and his lack of introduction had been from his nerves. After quali you had gone straight up to the McLaren motorhome, knocked on the front door and asked for Lando. You had said that you were really impressed with his drive and that he “should keep it up because I won’t be so easy to beat when I get a seat”. He had appreciated the joke and ever since then, you were friends, a relationship built of banter, sim racing and a mutual hate of insects.

None of that changed that he stood here in the present day, looking like he had back in 2019, so unsure of the future that it was eating him whole. “Hey, you know I’m not going down without a fight, right?” Lando nodded and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Oh Lando, come here.” You opened your arms and pulled him into a hug. “We are in the same hotel, I will still see you every day. I will message you too. Promise.” He seemed happy with this answer and squeezed you tightly before letting go of you.

Mick slung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You were both watching as everyone went back to distracting themselves, avoiding looking at you so as not to upset themselves again. Mick turned to look down at you and you returned his gaze. “Please tell me you’re not going to walk down that aisle.” You let yourself think about it for the first time this trip. You were going to do everything to not marry Harry, hoping that Lawrence Stroll had something helpful up his sleeve to save you but if it got to the day and you had no ‘out’, the only safe thing you could do was get your white dress on and do it.

“Oh my god, you really are going to do it?” Mick didn’t look angry or disappointed at you, just hurt that you really had no other choice. “I don’t want to. That doesn’t mean that I won’t need to.”

“You know Lance will be there in the getaway car if it comes to it, right?” He chuckled and you forced yourself to as well, the image of you trying to stuff your stupid, puffy, princess dress into his Aston Martin Vantage making you at least smile, even if the implications were much sadder.

“I know he will. It might come to it.” You looked back at Mick and gave him a thoughtful smile. “You know we will all be there if it comes to it, ok?”

“Ok.”

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You sat in the passenger seat of Seb’s car, the tear stains drying on your cheeks as the airport grew closer. You had held it together before you’d had to say goodbye to Lance and that is when you both fell apart. You’d both see each other in just one day but it would be different. No longing looks across the room, no stolen kisses, he couldn’t drape his arm around your waist, and you were most likely not even going to get to talk.

It pained you but you were doing it for his safety. Your safety too in a way but it was starting to feel like you stopped caring about that a long time ago. You had always been defiant, it was in your nature, in your career. No woman made it to the top without defying the odds, defying the haters and defying the old, white men who ran Formula 1. If you had listened to men, you would not be in motorsport, let alone in the pinnacle of it. You suspected that same sentiment was keeping you from being pulled under, into the dark abyss that could very quickly become your relationship with Harry.

“You alright, kiddo?” Seb was still looking ahead at the traffic but he could see you deep in thought in his peripherals. “As good as I can be.”

You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. You had a question burning on your tongue and you knew it was now or never.

“Actually…” Seb turned to quickly look at you, giving you an encouraging smile, signalling that he was listening deeply, even if his eyes were trained ahead. “If I do have to walk down the aisle, would you… would you walk me down? Please.”

You had wanted it to be different, he did too but if you had to, you wanted him by your side. You hadn’t talked to your parents in 6 years, telling them they were out of your life the day you turned 18. You had been low contact even before then but freeing yourself was the best thing for you. You had wanted to race, it is all you ever wanted but you wondered if it started as a way of winning your parent’s love, trading trophies in for hugs and kisses. You would drive that cadet kart around the track until your hands were bleeding under your gloves and your foot could no longer push on the brake pedal with enough force to stop you from spinning off into the gravel. That was gone and thankfully never coming back and in its place, a 29-year-old German Ferrari driver had offered his services. A relationship that started as a mentor-mentee soon became closer to father-daughter. Hanna had confessed to you two years back how she was unable to have children and how happy she had been when you came into her life.

“I would be honoured, blossom. Just on one condition.” Your head whipped to look at him, curious about what words were coming next. “I get to walk you down the aisle to Lance some day.” You tried to hide your smile but the blush that covered your cheeks outed you and your happiness.

“Deal.”

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You sat in the back of the car, heading to the hotel from Narita airport, trying to avoid thinking about the temper Harry would have when you entered. You opened your phone and quickly scrolled down a fair bit opening a groupchat:

Paddock Princesses

In it was Carmen, Lily, Elena and yourself. Another set of friends that you had lost contact with.

“Hey, I know it has been a while, I miss you all a lot. I am sure the boys have told you what is going on but I need some bridesmaids and I cannot think of anyone else I would rather have with me. I completely understand if you don’t want to be, I know I have been a bad friend. I love you all lots. xx”

You closed your phone and watched the buildings and bright lights pass you. By the time you got up to the hotel, Harry was asleep so you decided to go and find the pool area, tucking your pack of cigarettes and lighter deep into your pocket.

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Harry had not come to the paddock with you the next day, instead having a board meeting with Aston Martin in the city somewhere. The pit of your stomach swirled when he had told you and you wondered if things might already have begun for Lawrence Stroll.

You had gotten to your driver’s room earlier than most of the team had gotten to the paddock, you couldn’t sleep anyway so why wait around?

On the desk in your room was a huge bouquet of white carnation flowers. You immediately panicked, thinking Lance had left them for you before you picked up the attached card.

We accept! White carnations have been used for centuries to symbolise eternal grief, deep sorrow and sadness. Take from that what you will but just know we are here for this one and the next.

Lots of Love, Lily, Elena and Carmen xxx

You chuckled at their joke and stared back at the flowers. You were sure that Esteban must have filled in Elena who told them what was happening, rallying your supporters silently. It made you feel safer knowing that people were watching out for you that you didn’t even realise were.

This meant that both George and Alex were watching out for you, people, who while not your best friends, had only ever looked out for you. It suddenly made your thinking shift from a mindset of shame if people knew to support and comradery. It made you wonder who else may be looking out for you. Had Seb told Jenson who had only ever been supportive of you, Kimi maybe? You were sure Michael knew between Seb and Mick. Had Charles told Carlos? Max? Did the other team principals know?

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Lance felt uncomfortable in a suit. It wasn’t his emerald green racing suit but rather a tailored charcoal grey suit that, although expensive and well made, felt like it was constricting him and drowning him in fabric all at once.

He sat at the boardroom table, his father at the end of it, shuffling papers as he waited. Lance fiddled with his cufflinks, a pair you had bought him as a joke while in Italy one time, the little race cars sparkling as he shook his hands out, trying to dispel his nerves.

The view from the building was rather impressive, the rain falling hard against the window but he didn’t care right now. He felt sick to his stomach and he felt like an imposter in a room full of business moguls. He just drove the car.

The heavy conference room doors swung open and in walked Harry. Although it wasn’t a competition, Lance suddenly felt like his suit wasn’t as nice and his hair fell weirdly and he was too short. He would never admit it out loud but he was intimidated by him.

“Lawrence, Lance, how can I help you this morning?” Harry leant across the desk, giving each man a handshake. Lance gave him what could be considered a half smile and noticed that Harry’s grip on his hand was at a pressure intended to hurt him. At the realization, Lance looked him straight in the eye, smiling even bigger and raised an eyebrow, before letting go and patting him on the back, in the same way you would to console someone who had lost a sporting match.

Lance 1 Harry 0… well if you include stealing the man’s fiancé then maybe it was more like Lance 2 Harry -7.

“We need to talk, Harry, please have a seat” and with that the men sat down along with the other business executives and lawyers. Lance didn’t allow himself to sink into his seat this time.

“Harry, I am going to get straight to the point. The Aston Martin Aramco Cognizant Formula One Team is unfortunately facing some financial hardships at the moment.”

Lance had been instructed by his father to not react to anything discussed today in an attempt to signal a united front. This is despite the fact that Lance didn’t actually know what the meeting was about.

Lance did as such, not showing the shock of hearing this. His heart sank for not only his career but also for yours. But that was short-lived as he watched Harry’s expression change from a cool and collected smile to shock to anger.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” Harry said, leaning across the table towards Lawrence.

“Unfortunately it looks like our sponsors haven’t supplied us with enough funds and at this rate we will be forced to pull our team from F1 come 2024.” Lawrence was his ever calm self but the look in his eyes scared even Lance.

“Seriously?” Harry shot up from his seat, pointing a finger at Lawrence.

Lance was rather confused at his reaction, his father hadn’t said anything against Securitec and Harry, it was almost like he was… projecting. Lance had a light bulb moment, he was projecting. Holy shit, Harry wasn’t paying Aston Martin. This was their out. More importantly, it was your out.

“Are you suggesting that we aren’t paying you enough, Lawrence? Are you asking us for even more money?” Harry was going slightly red and his breathing was heavy.

Lawrence also stood up, leaning over the table but staying rather calm. “Not at all, Harry. I’m instead insisting that Securitec hasn’t paid us anything for 2 months.”

Harry stood back, instinctively trying to protect himself before he reared forward again in anger. “What?” He yelled through the conference room and Lance found himself growing to enjoy his distress.

“I. Said. You haven’t paid us in two months.” Lawrence was forceful but calm in contrast to Harry’s frenzied distress.

Harry was about to speak again when one of the Aston Martin lawyers shuffled some papers, Harry‘s eyes darted to them before his mouth closed quickly. Lance finally indulged himself in a small smile, this was too good.

“So I had one of our lawyers look into it and you know what he found, Harry? Actually, I will give you this one chance to tell me yourself, like a man.” Lawrence sat back down, his hands folded on the table, indicating that he was all ears as to what story the man in front of him was about to make up.

“Well, there must be some issue on your end, Lawrence. That is the only explanation.” Although he looked calmer, Lance noticed the veins popping in his tense hands.

“Stuart, please.” Lawrence extended his hand to the lawyer who provided him with the documents he had shuffled previously. “Harry, I really hoped that you would be honest with me. I thought our years of business partnership would mean that you were going to be truthful but you leave me no choice.”

Harry sat down in shock, trying to stay composed and Lance was all ears now, leaning closer to his father to hear what he had to say.

“We ran some reports on yourself and Securitec, as of the… let me see here… 13th of September, you are 15 million dollars in debt. Is that wrong, Harry?” Lance went to gasp in shock before sucking it back down, turning to see Harry let out a defeated sigh and look down to his lap.

“The money is coming, Lawrence, I will have it to you in just over 2 weeks.”

Lance was deep in thought before it hit him what was happening in 2 weeks time.

“We can’t wait that long, Harry.”

“Fine, 1 week, I can do one week. Just let me sort something out.”

“This wouldn’t happen to involve one of my drivers, would it?”

“Lawrence, you need to learn to mind your fucking business.” With that Harry gathered himself and began to walk out of the room. “I will see you at the track, both of you.” He said the last part looking Lance up and down.

“Was that true?” Lanced turned to his father who just nodded. Despite his father’s win, he looked nervous and Lance knew he was thinking the same as him.

This wedding was just a way of Harry securing the funds of a Formula 1 driver, a bloody good one at that. You.

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a huge thank you to my muse and idea maker @tinydancerjj

#lance stroll #lance stroll x you #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic

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reality-exodus · 5 months

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Broken promises

Ch. 1 Lost and Found

Pairing: M/c x Jake, Words: 1280 Summary: What if m/c went to the Grimrock mines to warn Jake of the police?

I had promised him I wouldn’t go but he tricked me, I would have gone to the mines just like Michael Hanson requested, however Jake has other plans. I must admit it was really sweet that the group had asked of me not go. Well only Thomas encouraged me to do so. I am obviously not mad at him, I could understand how he was feeling, the devastation and the fear that was dominating him when it came to Hannah.

I was so scared, Jake kept talking to me, keeping me updated on what was going on in the tunnels, what he was seeing. He kept texting every motion he would make even though the signal was getting weaker and weaker until he said someone was coming and went offline. I felt my knees go weaker at the thought of the culprit getting to him, I haven’t even seen his face but in my head, my last call with Richy keeps repeating, this time though it is Jake who falls in blood. God! I don’t even know his face and yet I don’t want to lose him.

Once I realized Bloomgate was on his way there I picked up my stuff and took my bike on the mines as well. I was most likely going to be late, nonetheless I was unable to sit down and just wait for Jake’s reply. I was staying at the motel. No one was aware of that not even the man without a face apparently or perhaps he realized only now.

I was riding as fast as I could, my eyes fixed on the road, taking small breaks only to stare at the navigator of Duskwood made sure I had on my device. Suddenly my phone rang… I was Alan Bloomgate.

“Hello, Nellie… I have gotten to the tunnels of the mines” He sounded older than it felt on the text messages.

“Owo, good job chief. How did you find this information all by yourself?” I asked making sure the mock and sarcasm in my voice was distinctively highlighted.

“You did a good job.” He spoke up and then gasped, there was a pause in his voice “There is a room full of files, archives. And there are pictures of all your friends…” He told me.

“Really Sherlock? Maybe there’s an envelope with my name a big sign saying revenge and plethora of raven graffiti?” I wondered and panted lightly, the freezing breeze of December was hitting my skin like many small stab wounds. It was Christmas and I was probably riding my bike to my death. I hoped that Alan wouldn’t notice the back ground noise of my bike and my dragged breathing.

“How do you know?” he asked me, his tone surprised. I was rather satisfied that he didn’t see many of these facts coming.

“That’s what we wanted you to see at the Hanson old residence.” I explained and braked abruptly.

“Are you outside?” He asked me and I didn’t reply. “If you are thinking of coming here, change mindset, it is too dangerous.” He started off.

“Too late for that chief.” I spoke and parked my bike. I was wearing heavy clothes that wouldn’t allow me to move freely, I kept my beanie and scarf. “the culprit threatens me quiet sometime now and today he told me that he would let the two go if I came at Grimmrock waterfall…” I unriddled my ponders leaving Jake out of my speech, he was already in there somewhere. I was in danger running towards a trap and all I could think of is how close we are to each other for the first time.

I strolled over the area, it was a really impressive and beautiful place, I was to the place I was supposed to meet with Micheal Hanson but he seemed nowhere around, I had started shivering without really realizing it.

“There’s someone there.” Alan said and his voice got quieter.

“Be careful, do not shoot…Can you hear me?” I asked as I saw the screen glitching. The damn reception of that place… I forgot where I was standing, I was only scared that he would fall face to face with Jake. I raised my gaze to see the culprit 50 meters away from just staring blankly and I gulped.

“Mrs. Donford.” Alan exclaimed and I looked at the screen. He had found Hannah.

“Find Richy” said she immediately before the call was over.

“Notifying the police wasn’t part of the plan.” The man without a face said, his voice still altered.

“Many things were not in the plan and yet, here we are, aren’t we?” I asked and hoped to stall him as long as I could so the rest would come out of the mines and find me.

‘Bloomgate found Hannah, she is safe...’

‘And I am standing face to face with our cute little legend.’ I texted the groupchat and I saw everyone coming online immediately.

‘What do you mean?’ Lilly asked.

‘Awe some one ran out of braincells, Nellie, WHAT THE HECK?’ Dan texted.

‘Get out of there’ Cleo was next.

‘Please, please, please, Nellie, you can still leave… There’s Jake and now the police too.’ Jessy tried convincing me and I sighed.

‘Nellie where are you?’ Lilly asked as I couldn’t reply at that point, the legend was laughing but thankfully not walking, he kept the distance between us and this offered me some sense of security that I couldn’t really explain.

‘Answer, please don’t scare us like that’ Jessy added.

‘Guys give her time.’ Thomas tried to be the common sense .

“What do you want from me?” I yelled loudly as this staring contest was unnerving me, I made sure to press voice record and sent it to the groupchat. “Why did you involve me?” I yelled even louder. However, he seemed unphased. “You are scared of me, but I do not know why… I only came here for two months and suddenly I am tangled in this mess because of you… You just stand there… You want to scare me? Well congratulations you’ve made it…”

“You see, this mine stopped operating after a great explosion, many innocent people died back in the day, therefore the cause of the explosion isn’t still known… This is how it works, explosion usually has causalties.” He spoke and I inhaled deeply.

“You didn’t…” I breathed out in disbelief.

“Or maybe I did.” He said and I felt wings on my legs as I sprinted down the entrance and I saw him chase after me when Alan’s voice was heard and maybe a few shots. I don’t know if he was still after me. I soon found myself on the ladder Jake showed me and started climbing down, if he was after me he would have made it to the entrance cut down the ladder and I would already be dead… Right?

“Jake!” I exclaimed and my voice echoed all through the tunnels. I started running and running I was lost by now. My phone bombardised with concerned messages while I was looking everywhere for him or the explosives. Not that I would know what to do with them.

I was out of breath, I have no idea how long I have been running around those tunnels, it must have been twenty minutes and I was in denial. I was lost. I paused in a fork path and took a deep breath when I heard a crack from the floor and I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. I was out of breath I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. It was over my mouth and pressed over my neck. I couldn’t escape or scream… I froze.

A/N: Hey, I replayed the whole game and I feel pretty confident into staritng a small fic again. There will potentially be more chapters on the way. I accept requests of duskwood characters and I would also appreciate your opinion.

Have a great day:)

Yours, silvermist

#duskwood jessy #duskwood hannah #duskwood everbyte #duskwood thomas #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood alan #hannah donfort #jake x mc #jake donfort #lilly donfort #duskwood dan #duskwood richy #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fandom #duskwood mc #everbyte studios #duskwood phil

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tywrites · 2 years

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every time i close my eyes (i see your face) | ryan erzahler

request: hello! can i req a fic where reader and ryan are in a relationship but they get nightmares and reader goes to his cabin asking for comfort and stuff, i’m not really sure but something like that :))

a/n: okay so i tweaked this quite a lot since i got ~inspired~ but i hope you enjoy it! i decided to set it after everything happened at the quarry <3 feedback is always appreciated thank u mwah

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: when you get intense nightmares, ryan is always there to comfort you

word count: 1,013

warnings: teeny bit of angst if u squint

You were running. Sprinting through the Hackett house, trying desperately to find an escape. You'd lost Laura and Ryan. All you could see around you was door after door, leading you further into the house. You didn't dare to look back. Panting, you turned a corner, sliding to a halt when you see a large, deformed figure in the centre of the room.

It growled, low and deep. Standing up on it's hind-legs, it approached you, stomping with force. You were rooted to the spot.

Chris Hackett towered over you in his werewolf form, it's razor canines glinting in the moonlight. Thick drool dripped from it's mouth as it stared you down, it's piercing yellow eyes looking through you. You felt frozen.

You couldn't move.

It prepared to attack.

You couldn't move.

A claw slashed at your neck. Teeth latched onto your shoulder. Flesh ripped from bone.

You couldn't move.

You jolted awake, forcing your eyes open. Panting, you desperately tried to breathe, your breathing jagged and disjointed. You laid there – cold sweat clinging to your skin, your pyjamas pasted to your body. It was suffocating. Trembling, you attempted to sit up in your soaking sheets, cautiously sliding out of them. You sat on the edge of your bed, squinting in the darkness. Your night light glowed next to your bed, lighting up your bedside table. You stared at it, eyes going out of focus.

Breathe. One, two, three, four. Breathe. Repeat.

After steadying your breath, you quickly turned on your bedside lamp.

Each time you closed your eyes, all you could see was that thing standing over you. You couldn't get those eyes out of your head. But at least you didn't wake up screaming this time.

You felt lucky that you didn't have a room mate in your college dorm. Though the "special circumstances" that convinced the school to allow it definitely didn't feel lucky. But it would just be too embarrassing to constantly wake your room mate up in the middle of the night with your nightmares. Well, you considered them to be more like flashbacks.

Your hand automatically reached for your phone before pausing. You sighed.

You really didn't want to bother Ryan again. Especially on finals week. You already felt like enough of a burden to your boyfriend, you didn't want to be the cause of a subpar grade on an exam.

In reality, you knew he wouldn't mind. He'd want you to call him rather than wallowing in it. But it was 4am and he had to get up at 8. You went back and forth in your head, but a suspicious noise outside quickly had you dialling his number.

It rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey, you okay?"

Just the sound of his voice made you feel significantly more at ease.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, I just... I had another," you said quietly.

"No, no, don't worry. You didn't wake me. I couldn't sleep..."

There was a short silence. You heard shuffling on the other end as Ryan got out of his bed.

"Do you want to come over?" He said. "And no, you're not bothering me. Honestly, I could use the company too,"

You smiled. "You sure?"

"Just get over here."

You giggled to yourself before throwing some new pyjamas on that weren't caked in sweat, pulling a coat on over them. The walk to Ryan's was short, his dorm room only being a few buildings away from yours. Very convenient honestly. Like you, the school had made an exception for him in regards to having a room mate. Not that it mattered since you ended up sleeping over enough for you to count as a room mate.

Once you'd gotten to his room, you entered, knowing it would be open already. Ryan was inside, sitting up on his bed. He immediately stood, walking over to wrap you in a hug. His hugs really were the best. He pressed gentle kisses to your neck as he held you, his hands making soothing motions up and down your sides. No words were needed.

Eventually, he guided you to the bed, pulling the covers back and helping you in. When you were both tucked under the soft covers, he pulled you to his chest, your head just under his chin. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment. There was no werewolf waiting for you on the inside of your eyelids. Just a comforting darkness. You fiddled with the fingers on his hand, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to each one.

This had become a part of your nightly routine. Honestly, Ryan was the only thing keeping you sane at college. You weren't even planning on going before finding out that Ryan was. He said he wanted to get as far away from Hackett's Quarry as possible, which you could definitely understand. Leaving his sister with his grandparents was a difficult decision for him to make, but he knew it would be for the best. He needed to figure out his own life.

You'd gotten into the same college, different majors but you were still close by if the other needed you. It wasn't co-dependence but after living through the same experience, you just understood each other. Way more than the school counsellor did – she was a nice lady but she was way out of her league when it came to your trauma.

You pressed yourself closer to his chest, nuzzling into the warmth he radiated. The haunting experience was always in the back of your mind, it would never go away. But it considerably lessened when you were with Ryan.

"Try to get some sleep, okay? We can talk about it in the morning if you want," he said quietly, his hand gently stroking your hair. You could feel yourself drifting off already.

"Thank you," you mumbled. "I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"You probably wouldn't get much sleep," he chuckled.

You smiled to yourself, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I love you. So much,"

"I love you too, angel. Now sleep."

#the quarry imagine #the quarry x reader

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imaginativeamateur · 2 years

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[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow Season 2 {Part 7}

Part 6 | Part 8

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: This one is super fun, the curtains are falling!!!

~~/ /When you completely turned around, you could not see how your Secretary’s smile dropped as he glanced over to the earring he caught you gazing too long at earlier. His hand quickly stuffed it into his pants’ pocket. And his face turned grim. / /~~

Itachi was a man of his word. When he said he would drop by later in the day, he did, but not until the sun was setting over the village did he show up at your office. You, having already depleted your energy in earlier meetings and paperwork, were in no state of mind for a discussion with the raven-haired. And there were still forty more minutes until your day would be over.

“How are you doing?” He asked, taking a seat at the coffee table in front of your desk.

“Good.”

“How good?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Good to the point my brain is haywire and I can barely feel my toes.”

“You’ve been sitting for too long, Y/N.”

It was not like you did not know the root of the problem was because of your bad posture, coupled with having to sit in a stiff chair for a few hours straight. You glanced at him, still flattened out on your desk, “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Get up,” he motioned, “we can walk around town and talk.”

You would give everything to get out of work early. Getting out of the office did not sound too bad, especially since you still had forty daunting minutes left. Leaping out of your chair, you quickly gathered your stuff and made a beeline out of the door with Itachi following suit. “I’m going to talk with Itachi-san and won’t be back for today so you don’t have to wait for me,” you waved at your Secretary on your way out. He nodded, gave you a thumbs-up, and went straight back to work without wasting another second.

Exhaling as you finally laid down on the grass, eyes closing just a moment to relish the moisture underneath your body. Your mind felt much more at ease after taking a long walk around town and a free light meal offered by the raven-haired. Itachi sat down beside you, gazing over the enclosed area of the park near your home, resisting the urge to also lie down and lend himself some decent rest. His workaholic nature would never allow such things to happen, and his rationality knew better after what would roll out when he'd get too close to you, physically. “About Izumi sneaking into your office last night, I have two possible conjectures.”

“I have three, though,” you blurted. “But you go first.”

“Oh,” he remarked with amusement. “One, Izumi might be trying to see some important documents that you have inside. Two, she might be meeting up with someone.”

“Three, she might be setting up traps, dropping counterfeit evidence to throw us off if something happens in the future, who knows what she could do spending fifteen minutes inside.” You were definitely speaking aloud. “But number one can be ruled out. My Secretary already had all the important documents sent before he left. And I took off after him…”

“Continue,” he urged, mentally making a note that you just trailed off suddenly as if something rang in your head.

“The window,” you sat up from the grass and turned to face Itachi, “I double-checked that all windows and doors were locked before leaving.” You could feel your breathing picking up its pace, and he could see your pupils dilating. Agitatedly, you swiped a hand across your face, “But when I came, the window in the back was open. Izumi, she came straight for that one without scouting around to find an entrance. It was like…”

“It was like she knew.” He finished the sentence for you and gave you a meaningful glance.

“There are ten people who work at and know the office building, including me.” You drummed your fingers on your thigh. “Yesterday, three were out on missions and the guard asked for a leave. That leaves six left, including me and my Secretary, so four left.” You searched for his eyes. “Out of the four, two are recently hired, just this month, and the other two are elders, Advisors who worked for my parents as well.”

“I see,” he muttered.

“Now that I remember.” You straightened your back, lowering your voice. “The office was lit before Izumi entered.”

“That leaves conjecture two the most likely.”

“Right,” you nodded, “she was meeting up with someone.”

“And that person works in your office building.” Itachi concluded, “Keep your friends close and enemies closer. Be careful.”

“All right.” You grinned at his ancient saying and got up from the ground. It was getting darker, faster than you expected. “I’ll head home, have a good evening.”

Itachi waved you off, seeing your back disappear when you took a turn around the corner, grimacing at the eerie feeling sinking in his stomach. Nothing could happen, right?

You dug through your bag, trying to find the unfinished documents that you swore you shoved inside before leaving your office earlier. The dang thing was supposed to be completed today and you promised your Secretary that you would finish them at home, having it ready to go for tomorrow’s meeting at eight in the morning. You stooped lower to rummage through your bag and heaved a sigh when realization dawned upon your poor self that you never really brought those documents with you. Your face scowled at the thought of having to make your way back to the office instead of enjoying your time in a warm bath. But your feet moved regardless, heavy steps trailing on the streets until you stopped in front of the bleak building, inserting the key and opening the door absentmindedly.

The hallway was pitch-black, and you were just about to switch on the lights when you heard voices from inside. You halted, and uneasiness crept upon your spine. It just occurred to you that you did not see the guard on your way in—the first red flag. The last time you checked, one hour already passed the time office hours were supposed to end—the second red flag. You quietly closed the door behind and made your way across the hallway, back flat against the cold wall. The voices became more and more clear the closer you got to the stairs leading up to the second floor. Your office—the third red flag. A woman was talking, then occasionally chimed in by a deep, raspy voice. Two people, you made a note to yourself before advancing up the stairs to get a hold of their conversation. You carefully laid your steps and made your way up, jumping over the railing to land, without making any sound, in the corner of the second floor.

As expected, the lights in your office were on with two shadows casting on the ground. You steadied your breath, deriving an escape plan in case something would happen. Never did you know when you twisted your upper body around, trying to see inside the room, a fist hit the junction between the back of your head and neck, jostling you forward. Three? Before you could react, something pointy sunk into your neck and your vision blurred, knees dropping to the floorboard with a loud thud.

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Spolia (II)

Parings: Malleus/(Light Fae) MC // Slight Rook/Vil // MC (Parental)

Summary: You wondered why you ever got accepted into NRC but never bothered to look back when the infamous black carriage whisked you away from a place you could never call home. Having been handed an opportunity of freedom, of solitude, of hope- how come you're paralyzed with fear rather than excitement? Your sunny plein air sessions and nightly walks contemplating this has attracted a certain dragon fae with an affinity for your nimble gargoyle sketches and magnificent paintings.

Notes: Comments and feedback always appreciated! Also don’t know if I mentioned but English is not my native language so please bear with me I’m translating everything from my native tongue to English

CW: Physical/Verbal Abuse, panic attack, dissociation

AO3 Link Here

Part 1 // Part 2 (Here) // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7

Masterlist

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Though you only had a bit of experience in graphic design, the poster seemed to be coming along well. The weekend allowed for some extra time, so all that was left was to hand it off to either Rook or Vil, and considering your family’s relationship with Vil’s own, you decided to find the Vice Dorm leader to lessen your future anxiety for the day.

Blowing off the loose specks of gold leaf from the poster, you carefully slipped your poster into a portfolio folder.

Ah can’t forget…

Opening a small chest on top of your dresser, you revealed a bottle of dark, viscous liquid. Already feeling a phantom bitterness on your tongue, you prepared yourself for the daily dose of the tincture that sealed your identity away from the world‒ far far away from the oh so brilliant reputation of the D’aramitz name. After dropping a bit onto your tongue, you nearly jumped at the cup or water sitting on your nightstand, forcing down the searing pain with it. Your wings drooped down a bit, the color from your cheeks fading along with the little energy you had this morning.

Squeezing your hands and digging your nails into your flesh palms, breathe, breathe, breathe , you repeated in your head, choking down the heaviness that the potion usually weighed you down with. Your hands automatically began to work in trained movements from wig, hood, and headphones, before dragging on a pair of your painting pants and apron to head out to the alchemy lab where the science club had their meetings. The sooner you got this done, the sooner you could work on the gargoyle piece that you had started the underpainting for.

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“Ah (Name) good to see you, what brings you here?”

The Science club seemed busy as usual, each student focused on their own individual experiments, from agriculture, alchemy, to more explosive projects‒ the room was bustling with magical energy. Professor Crewel stood, greeting you with a pleasant smile, next to Professor Trein.

“H-hello Professor Crewel, Professor Trein” you bowed lightly “I was wondering if you knew where Rook was? I need to hand him off something…”

“L’artiste en folie! A pleasure to see you as always. What can I do for you?” Your Vice Dorm leader seemed to pop out of nowhere, raising his safety goggles smeared with what appeared to be smog or dirt of some sort.

Right on cue as always.

“I came to hand you‒“

Your phone rang obnoxiously throughout the lab. Cursing internally, you gave a quick apology and turned away from the three, your stomach sinking at the sight of the contact that appeared on the screen. What a week you were having. Maybe you needed to be checked for curses or something.

“Hello mother. How are you?”

“You have an offer for a magazine cover featuring a new skincare company Father and I have been discussing purchasing. I’m sending you the date and time. You will be picked up from school .”

Ah no I’m doing absolutely great thanks for asking. No, please make this conversation more pleasant than it already is

“Of course. Thanks mother.” You said curtly, hoping it would shorten this already unbearable interaction. Before you could finish however, your mother interrupted you.

“How many times do I have to tell you to be attentive in your word choice?! It’s ‘thank you’!! Thank you, mother!! “

“Yes mother. Thank you, mother.”

“I did not raise such an insolent child! You better not be behaving so nonsensically at that school, child. Otherwise you know what you’re bringing onto yourself .”

“Yes mother.”

That cold, dark room. Nothing, nothing, nothing. The darkness that swallowed your arms, your legs, your voice, your chest, your eyes. In that inky abyss, you were merely a pile of nerves ‒ maybe even less‒ threatening to disappear. You wish you could, but the thought of being eaten whole by that darkness with no remnants of yourself left in the world often confirmed that you did have a beating heart‒ thump thump thump fluttering against your empty chest. Perhaps it was instinctual for a light fae. But most conscious beings feared death. Being forgotten, forever.

“Tainting the D’aramitz name, spouting such idiocy. When will you stop behaving this way?! Has the devil possessed you to act so foolishly?! Do you understand what is at stake here??”

“Yes mother.”

“You behave as I taught you? Understood?”

“Yes mother.”

“Oh, and (Name)?”

Great seven what else is there??

You could feel the bile burning the back of your throat, as your trained senses immediately numbed your body to the venom spat at you. A muddy stillness spread from your heaving chest, to your shoulders, head, arms, and then to the tips of your shaking hands. You noticed you had been gripping your portfolio, bending the plastic which formed to your clenching fist. With the numbness finally rushing to the palms of your hands, you let the portfolio drop, feeling the eyes behind you turn to your back when it slumped over with a thud.

“Yes mother?”

“Don’t be late. And make sure to secure a meeting with them for us. God knows you need a reminder.”

Before you could answer her, she hung up. You stared at the reflection on your blank screen, gazing far into your eyes to look for a semblance of a real person within them. Remaining frozen for a second, you wondered what sort of face you should pull your muscles into for the three behind you.

Your phone vibrated, showing a text from your mother.

"October 20. 3pm. Don't be late ."

Ah great of course the day of the culture festival. Yup that's fine. Totally fine with that, absolutely. Just have to rearrange my entire schedule for that day, no big deal! Not like I'm the president of a club or anything! Or that I promised the Diasmonia dorm leader, literal heir to the throne, I would visit his booth on that day. No this is fine, totally fine.

Definitely needed to be checked for curses.

“Apologies. Vice Dorm leader, I’ve just come to pass this onto you. Sorry for the dent. The contents inside are okay though.” You peered inside the portfolio, confirming that your poster was okay.

Rook raised his hand to pause you mid sentence. The sudden movement made you heart jump out of your chest, and you tried your hardest to maintain your expression as your shoulders twitched slightly. From your peripherals, you observed your professors, seeing if they noticed. You internally cringed at Trein’s unreadable expression .

At least Crewel seemed unbothered

“No apologies needed L’artiste en folie! Thank you for your time. I won’t keep you here now, I’m sure you have important things to do.” Rook hummed excitedly as he turned to return to his project. You were glad he was such an easy going person.

“I-I’m going to excuse myself now. Have a good day, Professor Trein, Professor Crewel.” You bowed again, grabbing the rest of your supplies before darting to the exit.

“You too puppy.”

“You as well, Mx.D’aramitz… be safe. ”

You’ve never dreaded such kind words from your professor.

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Malleus sat at his desk once more, reading over and over the intricate annotations left in the chapter of this book. Since his encounter with the book, he had taken several trips to the library, checking out some readings on the same topic, holding a sliver of hope that it would encounter the same dainty handwriting written in crimson ink.

He wondered if he could use these during his presentation for the cultural festival. Or even buy the sketches off of them. But to do that he had to hunt down this mystery person first.

Maybe he could ask that president…

Deciding to get some fresh air after being cooped up in his room reading all day, he slipped the book into the inner pocket of his uniform- the closest one to his heart- heading out for his daily walk. The sun was beginning to set soon, staining the dusty blue sky with a vibrant orange. Surely there would be less students out late on a day before school began again.

The cool October wind felt good in his lungs. He strolled to the side of the Diasmonia dormitory, holding up the sketches in the book to find its similar match to identify the type of gargoyle. He had found one, tucked on top of the column of the clerestory*. Holding the sketch up to the statue, he imagined a rainy day, water sprouting from its mouth like in the sketch. Satisfied, he placed the drawing back carefully into its original page, walking further to see if he could spot the second one this different sketch depicted, however, he was met with the sight of a body curled on the lawn near the dorm at the foot of an easel holding a canvas with a cloth draped on top of it. Cautiously walking up to the form, he noticed that he recognized the figure sprawled out on the grass.

What a troublesome president…

He peered at your face, checking to see if you were awake. Not yet. His gaze was pulled to the stained drapery hanging on the giant canvas. keeping his viridian hues fixed on the covered artwork, his hand slowly reached to uncover what was beneath. Though he felt the muscles of his arms stretch to drift his hand closer and closer to the drapery, Malleus could not break away from the phantom force that sucked his body towards the uncovered painting.

He rolled the rough fabric between his fingers. The steady drumming of his heart slowed as he let a ghostly breath out from his lips.

“Mn…? Did I fall asleep again..?”

He jerked away from the canvas as if it had scorched his fingertips, and quickly turned to see you rising from your position, resuming a calm expression. You rubbed your eyes with your paint stained fingers, letting out a yawn while stretching your arms into the air, rolling the ache from your neck.

“I see that you were awake.”

Your eyes shot up to him.

“Oh! I’m sorry, just give me a second to gather my things and I’ll leave. Sorry for falling asleep on your lawn. The sun just felt so nice today.” You pushed yourself up with your knee, ignoring the purple splotches in your vision as the blood rushed to your head and gathering your supplies in your leather bag.

“It’s not a problem, child of man. I appreciate you attempting to capture the beauty of our dormitory. It’s quite a masterpiece I would say, I’m quite fond of it myself.” The radiant smile on his lips brought the same warmth to your cheeks.

“I agree! It’s a shame that the students here don’t appreciate it enough! I constantly tell my fellow club members to come here for plein air sessions!”

“Plein…air?”

“Ah! S-sorry. It’s just a fancy way of saying sketching or painting outside.”

He definitely thinks you’re pretentious now

“That’s interesting. I’ve never heard of that term before.” Malleus picked up your canvas and easel that you were struggling to balance in your arms. His expression urged you to go on further. Though you were surprised, excitement hummed in your bones.

“Ah! Thank you, you don’t have to…but the term was coined in the 19th century during the impressionist movement. Monet, Cezzanne, Renoir, Cassat…Any of those artists who paint in thick, noticeable strokes. Colorful too.”

“Impressionist..Hm. The only name that comes to mind is Van Gogh.”

“You’re right! But he belongs more to the symbolist or post impressionist movement! More religious, and metaphorical, the impressionists before that actually appealed to a frivolous higher class, despite the way people depict it. Impressionism is all about frivolity. I prefer the post impressionists. Van Gogh was actually a very spiritual man."

A beat. Maybe I've said too much-

“Hm intriguing, child of man. Tell me more.”

You felt your wings tucked inside your jacket flutter a bit at his words. Side by side, you continued your walk back to your dorm.

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Your friendship with the Diasmonia dorm leader developed during your nightly walks back to your dorm. He insisted on escorting you every time, because it was “dangerous for a child of man such as yourself.”

You felt the guilt settle in your stomach every time he laughed at something you said, urged you to continue dumping information onto him, or simply smiled when greeting you. He even got you a tamagotchi to match with his, just because it had come up in conversation that you had never had a chance to keep one, because your older sibling had taken it away from you. He was so gentle, so kind, and you were lying to his face while having the audacity to indulge in his attention, his words, his warmth. This feeling accumulated as you remembered you still had not shown him any of your paintings, despite his continued interest.

“I actually suck at painting, haha. It’s not anything worth looking at.”

Every time he had asked about seeing you work, you dismissed it with that. Seeing his dejected expression after you had distanced him with just two sentences, a knot tangled itself in your chest. It was confusing, feeling a sting of pain every time he smiled, but also feeling a similar ache when you attempted to ease that guilt that weighed itself on your heart and watched his face fall into a disappointed expression.

This is what you want, right? Keeping him at a safe distance, away from your lies. Then why, why, does it hurt? Why ?

I don’t understand

It never hurt with mother, nor did it hurt with your father, or elder sibling. You kept the shameful parts of your identity far, far, away from them. What’s wrong with you? Why did it hurt so much with Malleus? What was so special about him? Was it because he was fae too? Were you feeling some sort of kinship with him because of your species? Perhaps it was worth looking into on your nightly walk after the cultural festival ends.

You turned to your suitcase, full of various potions, vials or skincare, and make up and wardrobe items.

Vil would definitely be proud.

The clock read 2:30. Might as well head early to avoid a scolding from your mother.

Heaving your suitcase out of your room and down the stairs, You headed towards the hall of mirrors where your mother had promised to pick you up personally. How touching.

You really wished you had paid more attention in your practical magic class. You thought as you dragged your suitcase through the hallway.

But then, you wouldn’t have met Malleus. A rush of endorphins tingled your spine. You weren’t sure if it was anxiety, or something else.

I don’t understand.

“Mx.D’aramitz? Shouldn’t you be preparing for your club activities for the cultural festival?”

You jumped at the steely voice behind you. “P-professor Trein! I was just…I have permission from Headmage Crowley because I have…uh…family business I must attend to. My club members are sufficient enough to set up the rest of the gallery for today…I left notes just in case…”

“I see. In that case I’ll help you at least carry this. You’re in the art club?” Trein levitated the suitcase with ease, holding the door for you before entering on his own.

“Ah, yes. I’m actually the president, so if possible I wouldn’t leave at a time like this…”

Malleus’ disappointed face appeared in your head. He would surely be, after you made a promise to visit his club…Perhaps if you weren’t too tired tomorrow you would stop by.

“…however when family duty calls, I can’t refuse.”

Trein fixed a softened gaze towards you.

Pity.

You could feel it swimming in his eyes.

Please don’t look at me. Stop, stop, stop

You shifted your eyes to the ground, a heaviness swirling in your chest.

“That’s very honorable of you, Mx. D’aramitz. However, working too hard is not good for your body. I can’t have my favorite student burning out just yet.”

Huh?

Ah, you definitely did not expect that. Your eyes widened, and your nose flared slightly at Trein’s gentle smiling you’ve been seeing more of lately. Perhaps it was a smile born out of pity. However, you heart still stuttered a bit at the words: “ favorite” “student” . You had never been someone’s favorite anything before. A genuine smile graced your lips.

“Thank you professor. No need to worry so much, I can’t have my favorite professor being accused of favoritism.”

Trein lets out a hearty laugh you feel proud of. “Rest assured Mx. D’aramitz, I would never let myself play favorites in the academic sense. I merely admire your passion when it comes to the subject of art. I should have expected a student like you would be the president of the Art Club. Ah, also,” Trein pulled out a book from his inner pocket “I was actually on my way to pass this onto you.”

Power of Artistic Appropriation: Postwar Victory of Gothic Fae Architecture

“Ah! I was looking for this! I couldn’t find it anywhere in the library!” You were already flipping through the pages, excited to devour the contents of the book.

“I thought so. One of my students had it checked out for a while and I happened to see him finish it. I asked if I could borrow it from him for you, I know how quickly you finish books, so it won’t be an issue to bring it back to me in a few days, yes?”

“Thank you professor! I’ve actually been wondering about something regarding one of the readings you suggested last time…”

“Oh? What could that be?”

“The shift from functional gargoyles to decorative ones was indicated first from the spolia of one of the triumphal arches from Briar Valley, would you say this was a symbolic, or better put, psychological attempt in humiliating the human race and their innovations of the Gothic Era?” Excitement simmered at the tips of your fingers at the thought of discussing, no, even merely thinking about one of your favorite subjects. You could barely contain yourself.

You continued, “Since in the human realm, gothic structures during the later eras had begun to rise as both a symbol of the powerful political and religious influence of Royal families, would it make sense to argue that the Fae‒ considering their history in belittling humans especially as negative sentiments grew during the war‒“

“(Name).”

The bubbling passion you radiated swiftly rushed out of your body like the warm blood. You stilled your breath, careful not to tremble as Trein’s eyes remained fixed on your expression.

“Mother.” That word felt like fire on your tongue.

“Who is this gentleman?” She gestured to Trein.

“This is Professor Trein, the head of the history department here.”

“Oh, excuse my manners professor! It’s nice to meet you, my name is Anastasia D’aramitz, owner to the D’aramitz skincare and potions company. I hope that my child here has not caused you too much trouble.”

She flickered a fiery look at you for a split second, before returning to her smiley facade.

“Not at all Lady D’aramitz, it’s always a pleasure having Mx.D’aramitz both in and out of class.” Trein bowed politely, plastering a curt smile. “I’ll be on my way now, Lady D’aramitz, Mx.D’aramitz. Take care.”

You quietly bowed, your voice lodged at the back of your throat, constricted from the muscles in your shoulder tensing at your mother’s cold touch.

“You do the same as well, Dr.Trein.”

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You did not successfully evade that scolding. Under your left hand, you held your shaking right, digging your nails into the freshly made scabs on your palms, as you held and released your trained breath in slow counts.

1…2…3…4…

“You insolent child! What sort of nonsense were you talking about with the head of the history department of all people?! Do you know what you cost me when you act like a bumbling idiot like that?!”

1…2…3…4…

“Yes mother, I apologize mother.”

1…2…3…4…

“ Devil child! Cease with that attitude. What do you think we send you to that school for?! Have you forgotten where you were raised, you no good fairy ?!”

1…2…3…4…

“Yes, mother, I apologize‒“

A harsh slap burned your cheeks. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you right into her face. Tears burned at the corner of your eyes.

1…2…3…4…

“I said cease with that disgusting attitude of yours! Do you have no respect, no thanks for the people who raised you?! We could have thrown you out that day we found you instead of our child, but we took you in. Do you have no shame?! Acting in such a way after all we’ve done for you!"

1…2…3…4…

“I am…sorry for my attitude, mother. It won’t happen again. I am eternally grateful for all you’ve done.”

1…2…3…4…

She released the searing grip from your white hair, throwing you back to the seat of the car.

1…2…3…4…

“We’re here. You’re disgusting. Clean yourself up before you come in.”

She threw a pink vial at your lap.

“Best rejuvenation in all of Twisted Wonderland! Approved by fae!” It was labeled in gold ink. A small picture of your face‒ the model one with your fae features showing, an image constructed by your mother‒ framed by a heart shape sat next to the lettering. You ripped off your wig, throwing it across the car. Gripping the prissy pink vial in your hand, you prepared to throw it out the window. You paused when you saw your reflection in the window, a dark red splotch staining your cheek.

Tears burned at the back of your throat as you lowered your hand. Shaky hands struggled to pop the cork off, before throwing back the contents of the vial in one thick gulp, and slamming it onto the seat. You dug your hands into your arms squeezing your body that no one else would hold.

1…2…3…4…

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Malleus gazed at the poster in front of him. As remarkable as the design was, he felt a sense of familiarity in the swirling golden calligraphy.

Oh .

He reached quickly for the book kept in his inner pocket, tucked near his quickening heart. Carefully peeling off the precious note, he held it up next to the lettering.

A match !

Warmth rose to his cheeks along with effervescent delight that made his hands shake. No signature, again. It seemed that his mystery person was serious about privacy, however the pretty curls of each letter were unmistakably the same written in crimson ink.

“Roi des Dragons!”

Malleus had to rip his gaze from the poster to return to the present world, met with a gathering of students carrying lights, wood panels, and several cases of…apple juice? Ah and of course the obnoxious feathered vice dorm leader right in his face.

“What has entranced you so intently that you’re blocking the path for our backstage friends?” Malleus wanted to slap that coy smile off that face.

“I was merely admiring the poster. I apologize for blocking your path.” He said curtly, regaining his usual steely expression on his face.

“Non non, no issue, Roi des Dragons. I do not blame you, this magnifique work of art can be quite bewitching. More so because I happen to know L’artiste en folie who completed the piece.”

His ears twitched at that. “Oh?” A baited breath.

“Who?”

Rook shook his head,. “Alas, I cannot reveal. C’est un secret…The artist asked me specifically not to say.” He pressed a finger to his lips, leading the students on their merry way.

Malleus chewed the side of his mouth at that. So close. But hope was not lost. He had planned to ask you about the sketches today at your gallery. Tucking the book back into his pocket, he headed over to the art classroom where you mentioned your club would be displaying their artwork and pieces for purchase.

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“Ah.”

The moment he stepped into the classroom, he was ensnared. He couldn’t help but to let out an audible sound in awe.

A gargoyle loomed from above, painted in brilliant hues of orange, violet, lavender, and cornish blue. Though the expression of the looming gargoyle remained true to its real counterpart, quite scary at that, there was an incredible softness, almost an iridescent glow to the painting as he approached closer, closer, closer to the canvas.

Such life, such tenderness, such softness. Was this really on a two dimensional surface? The heavenly glow of the painting seeped deeply into his bones, instilling a blazing adoration to them.

This is how you see the world, mystery artist.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. His heart erupted in warmth that he wanted to share with the world. Otherwise he felt like his body would explode.

“You’re interested in purchasing that piece?”

He attempted to slow the erratic thumping of his heart that pounded a deep drumming in his ears. He couldn’t.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

“Yes, I do."

“We can set you up over here by the counter. We have an option to leave a message for the artist, would you like to?”

“Yes, yes I would. Can I ask who the artist is?”

Thump, thump, thump.

“Ah, unfortunately I can’t say unless our artists explicitly give permission too…But I’ll make sure to pass the message on.”

Thump, thump, thump

The pen shook slightly in his hand. What should he write? What could possibly explain the situation he was in without sounding like an absolute creep? This was one of the rare instances where Malleus’ head was filled with absolute panic.

He remembered the title of the book filled with pretty red cursive. Spolia, Appropriation, and Victory: Decorative Statues Throughout the Ages. A number appeared in his head, 1001, October 1st, the day he encountered that red ink.

“I wish to find you.

“Spolia, page 1001”

He paused before signing his name. It was only fair he leave this mystery artist in suspense after they had done to him for so long. He was feeling a bit mean, too.

“Please leave my name anonymous from any documents the artist may receive.”

After paying the amount and handling the canvas with precious, precious movements, he scrawled something in red ink before slipping it in Spolia, Appropriation, and Victory , page 1001. He headed to the library to leave the book in its place.

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Notes:

Clerestory: I realized that I mentioned this in the previous chapter but failed to address it. It’s basically one of those defined levels of the walls I talked about earlier in my explanation. Usually it’s the level where the stained windows are since it’s usually the highest level of the wall, which is why said widows can be called clerestory windows sometimes. It can also be made up of fake windows (basically just a window made of stone) in older buildings since welding/glass/architectural technology was not yet advanced enough to hold the weight of the building with giant glass windows without collapsing.

The introduction of strong metal and metal structures for the widows, flying buttresses, ribbed vaulting, and the pointed arch that allowed for more of the weight to be distributed in other places besides the wall enabled for the brilliant rose windows and entire walls covered in stained glass windows that’s colloquially considered “gothic”. This was later in the medieval era, and France in particular saw a huge explosion of these buildings, leading to the infamous Notre Dame Cathedrals all over the country. So for the Diasmonia dorm, I imagine it would be modeled after these older gothic buildings especially looking at the height of the dorm interior. With each Cathedral being built, each sought to be higher and higher‒ “suspended from heaven itself”. We don’t see much height in the Diasmonia dorm, but we do still see that ribbed vaulting and pointed arches, so a clerestory isn’t out of the question. I hope we’ll see something with higher ceilings like the Hunchback Disney movie represented in Rollo’s dorm. (This is a threat, Disney. Give me flying buttresses, NOW)

I’m trying to be as precarious as possible adding irl artist names lol. But for the sake of conversation/development I decided I would add them in moderation. Trying not to think too hard about the implications of Van Gogh and the other impressionist artists existing in the Twisted Wonderland world lol just cause I think it would be just a bit difficult to do world building for in-universe artists that resemble irl artists. Also because I’m lazy

Also, going for a parental relationship with Trein

The gargoyle painting is heavily inspired by Monet’s Rouen Cathedral, West Facade (1894). It’s a beautiful morning piece, I thought the color palette makes it look sublime, which is what I was going for since I wanted the painting to sort of reflect the character’s perception of Malleus. Soft, gentle, and beautiful in its labor of love for gothic buildings. Though they can appear scary, they are actually meant to ward off evil. As I develop the story, I want Malleus to take this role as rock and protector of the character

LMK what you think :)

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hecketernal · 3 months

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Sneak Peak of Chapter Two of The Mar's Tomb Investigation

((this chapter has hands and has been fighting me like a fromsoft boss so yall can get a small treat of this snippet until i manage to wrangle it))

Sig leaned against a wall in the Slum out of way of foot traffic. Not that it would have mattered. Crowds of Havenites tended to part around big wastelanders with an intimidating cybernetic eye and reputation of working with Krew. Still, his mama didn't raise a rude boy, and he wasn't risking his mission just to bother some skittish, city folk. What he was looking for was too important for that. Meaning, he stood outta the way and tried to not attract unnecessary attention from the KG patrols, whilst he watched both sides of the Slums from the conjoining sector.

If he was lucky, he would be able to meet up with the chili peppers here.

If he was unlucky, it would be the starting point to tracking their actual location down.

The way he saw it there were two ways Jak and Daxter would break Tess and whoever else got rounded up by those Krimson Goons out of the prison. Via seeing it firsthand and word of mouth, Sig knew Jak liked to run in hot. Option one was therefore a loud explosive escape paired with a fast getaway vehicle. Option 1 was a good option. It was the kind of plan Sig missed pulling off himself, and it would see Jak and Daxter coming straight to Sig in no time flat. Option two: transportation rings. Sig did not want it to be option two.

The blue eco powered transporters made for an easy way in and out of locations, and they were damn near untraceable. Unless, someone knew to set up a tracer ahead of time, which was more effort and eco than basically anyone wanted to spend. The Underground was lucky the Baron simply couldn't afford to waste the eco with his little war against the metalheads still ongoing. It was more effective to just set up more soldiers and turrets with that eco and prevent any escape in the first place. Any proper tracer was a pain to set up anyways. They took no less then three proper receivers, and each piece of equipment had to be set in a seperate location to allow triangulation. If the drop-off location was within that net, the receivers would pinpoint the location easily. If it was outside of the net, the triangulation would only give you a rough estimate of the direction and distance. Increasing the size of the net to fix that limitation brought its own issues. Namely, it increased the eco output needed to run. Spargus had set up several nets that could be used, but Sig's own personal one would work fine enough here. He didn't need exact coordinates to a Underground Midpoint or safe house, when he didn't have any excuse to know where to be knocking. He'd still be having to frame it as bumping into the boys randomly. He was just lucky he already knew and was friendly with the duo.

Sig wanted to sigh. Triangulation. Eco Nets. Subterfuge. Bluffs.Who would have thought his life would come to this. He was just lucky his identity in Haven was the simple brute. He was capable of doing this. Damas wouldn't have sent him otherwise, but it was mentally exhausting. Each little lie could be one more complications. Something he had to remember and continue to fake; unless, they were immediately nipped or based off of some truth.

It would be worth it for a chance to see Mar again. It was worth it. He mentally pulled up his big boy pants, but he made a note to himself to blow some frustration on the gun range. It wasn't like him to be the down in the dunes downer.

He would find Mar. He had to. A siren went off in the distance. It was showtime.

#jak and daxter #this fic has hands #im doing my best but sig is making me come up with transportation ring lore #jak #daxter #sig #jak 2 #jnd sig #sig jnd #sig jak and daxter #jnd #my au #my fic

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kimhaeni · 1 year

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I've lost my mind

hi everyone, sorry for uploading so late but here you go a long chapter, likes and reblogs are expected since I should get at least 20 likes for my efforts;(

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: angst,fluff??, strangers to lovers, abusive parents, depression, sadness, Tae is a total gentleman:)

Summary: Depressed reader meets Taehyung, he promises to protect you, your stepfather is the biggest rival in the story,

will your love end or will you be able to endure all the pain and strive to be his?

Continue...

You wake up just to find him sleeping on the corner of the bed and a pout plastered on his face. 'Cute' you thought. You couldn't help but smile while looking at his face however, the smile soon faded away when you looked up to the small clock on the headboard.

9 : 45 a.m.

You're doomed. Totally doomed. You had to be on time for your school, and even did not go to home since last night. God knows what is coming to you today. Last time you got home late you were locked up in the basement with no food or water given to you for the whole day and ended up in the hospital the next day.

"Ohh you got up finally" the deep voice cut your thoughts.

"Ah yeah, thank you so much for giving me shelter but I swear I gotta go" you said getting up from the bed, neither caring for the wounds in your leg and back nor worrying about anything else, everything you cared for was to get to school no matter what you have to make it school not to mention the school starts from 10 a.m.

"wait-"

"I swear if I could but I can't miss school, I am really sorry, bye" you said. Picking up your bag and phone, you marched hurriedly towards the exit.

time skip

You finally reached the school but shit. You saw your stepfather already standing at the gate totally looking furious. You took a deep breath and thought of all the excuses you can come up with if he asks you where exactly you were.

"Oh so look who is here! My dearest daughter had fun all night away from home probably! " He said sarcastically.

"Da-" before you could say, the bell rang to allert all the students to get into their classes.

"Go inside, I'll talk to you later!"

Here we go again, you never get to defend yourself, why? Because maybe he thinks that he is the most powerful person in the world or maybe because you are not his real child because you're his step daughter. So what? What about your mother? She's locked up in the basement from days and not even allowed to meet her own child neither she is even allowed to die without his permission. What about your real father? He was killed by your step father. There's no point in living with him but where would you even go? You only have some property left in your name that was also given by your real father. And maybe that's why he's keeping you in his house. What after you sign the papers? Probably you and your mother would be killed.

You are not sure what he's going to do to you today but you just shrug it off since you are used to it now.

You get into your class and start walking towards your desk. "The toxic girl sits here" "Why don't you die" "Just die" "Get lost from this school" "Such a slut" "loser" "nerd" "fuck you bitch", things that were written and marked on your desk. Why do they do this to me? I'm a human too. It's not fair. I'm so tired;( It's been a year since I met mom. God knows what he's doing to her in that damn basement. Is he even giving her to eat or not? How is my mom? It hurts so much thinking how much he might torture her inside there.

"Goodmorning class, let's start our class. I'm your new professor Kim Taehyung." cuts you off from your thoughts.

You look forward at him emotionlessly. He was dressed nicely in a white shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned and a black blazer tugged with a black suit pant at the bottom. Probably a rich guy , you thought.

"Let me know a bit about you all. Please introduce yourselves." he said. He can't see you since you are in the last bench.

"Hi Mr. Kim I'm Laura Park. You can call me Laura."

"Ok Nice to meet you Laura" he says with a cold tone. He remembers her since she was the one who bullied you.

"Hello . I'm Alex."

"Okay Alex you can sit down".

Few more students and then finally its your turn. His head shot up looking at you when you stood up.

"Hello professor. I'm Lee y/n " you said in a cold way.

"Hey there. Nice to meet you y/n . You can take your seat" he said throwing a soft smile to you.

All the girls started looking in a sarcastic way being jealous the way the professor talked to you so normally and softly.

You were sitting peacefully with earphones plugged in and listening to your favourite playlist . The song "his daughter" started playing and you almost lost yourself in the music when a harsh slap was thrown at your face.

"ugh!" you cried

"Why the hell are you not in the canteen already? Haan? Such a bitch you are. Did you forget your lesson?" Laura said angrily.

Fuck you thought. Never mind. Forget it y/n . Don't lose yourself. Not again. Let me show her who you are today.

"When will you stop beating me? Haan? Do I look like a joke to you? " You said furiously. Anger and pure rage surrounding you totally. The monster is coming back again. Shit.

"Woah! Look at her shouting at me. You want to learn your lesson again. Don't you? " She said laughing like a maniac.

"Let me show you today Laura, who I am" you said throwing a hard punch on her face that she might have almost broke her teeth.

"Ouch, you bitch" she said bringing a steel bottle to hit you. But before she could, you kicked her hard on the leg.

"I'm warning you bitch. Don't wake up the monster inside me. I swear to god you will die if it does!" you said at the point your voice didn't sound human at all. You hardly gave her a few more slaps until she started wincing in pain. You got up and took your bag and went outside of the class not even caring about the drops of blood that were falling from the corner of your lips .

You were totally occupied by anger. Couldn't think of anything else but just wanted to end your life. You walked towards the school terrace and stood up on the railing.

"When did my life become like this? Why is my life like this? Why only my life out of all the people? When will my life be happy again? Why don't you kill me God? Why am I even suffering this? I'm getting tired of my life. WHY? WHY CAN'T I BE HAPPY LIKE THOSE OTHER PEOPLE? MY STOMACH IS HURTING! WHAT DO I DO? IS IT MY FAULT TAKING BIRTH IN THIS CRUEL WORLD? JUST KILL ME INSTEAD!? MY LIFE IS A MESS. WILL I EVER BE HAPPY AGAIN? I'VE NOT SMILED FROM YEARS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS A LOT! I TRY TO DIE ALL THE TIME BUT WHAT ABOUT MY MOTHER? I CAN'T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH THAT MONSTER!!" you shouted till the point you didn't even care if anyone could hear you or not. You wiped off your tears and said to yourself that you won't die so fast. You need to get your revenge on your step father and meet your mother and help her escape this place. Only then you would be able to die happily.

"Hey are you okay?" the deep voice cut you off again.

You stepped back from the railing and looked towards him with no emotions showing in your face. Why does he have to be everywhere you are?

"Y/N are you okay?" he said again.

"No I'm not! YES I'M NOT! DO YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEM? WHY ARE YOU HERE NOW? " you lost yourself again.

"I was just wondering where were you"he said.

"Don't wonder about me please! I don't like anyone thinking about me. Please! Stop thinking about me! I HAVE MY OWN PROBLEMS IN MY LIFE. " you said .

You walked away cutting off his next sentence before he could even speak anything. You walked away wiping off your tears.

How can you think of me not to think about you, darling. I've waited a long enough time. I can't anymore, jagiya. Just a few more days, I promise. I will take you away from these rubbish people. I promise, my love. He thought.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #bts angst #taehyung imagine #taehyung angst

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prince-dork-the-companion · 2 years

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First name The, last name Doctor - an HLVRAI x Doctor Who crossover that no one asked for

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The doors to the locker room opened with a quiet hiss, revealing a large man dressed in white pants and a dark blue dress shirt. “Hey Mister Coomer.” He greeted, almost breathlessly, tossing a confused look behind him into the hallway.

Harold’s head snapped away from the Doctor, attention focused on the man who had just walked into the locker room. “Ah! Hello, Gordon!” He greeted cheerfully.

“How are you doin’ today -” Gordon began, but stopped when he realized Harold had not finished his greeting.

“Another day, another dollar, am I right?” Harold said, followed by a polite ‘ha ha!’. Gordon gave a smile and a nod, stepping a bit further into the locker room to allow the door to close behind him.

“Another day, another dollar.” Echoed Gordon. “That’s what we always say, here at Black Mesa.”

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow. Black Mesa, so that’s where he was. The title rang a bell, an old timeline prodding at the back of his mind, but he couldn’t quite remember what it was. Hopefully it’d come to him before things went bad.

“Have you met the Doctor?” Harold turned to face the Doctor again, who quickly snapped out of his thought and returned to his polite smile. “He’s new! Say hello, Gordon!”

The Doctor faced Gordon, giving a polite wave. Gordon approached with a smile, holding out a hand to shake, which the Doctor accepted.

“Hey! Nice to meet you, Doctor. Name’s Doctor Gordon Freeman, though just Gordon works.”

“Pleasure.” Replied the Doctor, releasing his hand and shoving it back into his trenchcoat pocket.

“Wow, they really let you get away with wearing that?” Asked Gordon, gaze following the Doctor’s hand, seeming more impressed than judgemental. The Doctor’s grin widened.

“People usually listen to me when I want things.” He shrugged.

“Wow, note taken.” Gordon chuckled, walking around the pair and making his way to his locker. “I’d love to chat, but I’ve gotta get changed and get to the chamber. Big day today.”

“Oh, what’s today?” Asked the Doctor, whoch earned him a look from Gordon. Gordon opened the locker that read ‘Freeman’ and began to undo his belt, pulling his shirt out and over his head.

“Wow, they didn’t even tell you? I know they like being secretive around here, but damn.” He bent down to untie his shoes, dropping them into the locker carelessly. “We don’t have an offical name for it, but we’re sticking sample GG-3883 into an Anti-Mass Spectrometer.”

“GG-3883?” Asked the Doctor, leaning against a locker and staring at the center of the room to allow Gordon some privacy. Harold was standing in front of his open locker, staring blankly into it, perhaps lost in thought.

“It’s some weird alien crystal, we don’t have a name for it, but it’s the purest sample they could find. Or, at least, that’s what I was told.”

“You don’t even know what it is, and you’re sticking it in an Anti-Mass Spectrometer?” The Doctor questioned, standing up from the locker when he heard Gordon start walking and following him into a side room. Against the wall were three mechanical tubes, two of which were empty and the center one holding a complicated orange-and-black armour suit.

“I’m not from this department, I studied Theoretical Physics.” Gordon said, walking up to a control panel and fiddling with the buttons. “They just needed me cause they’re short on hands, and I’m pretty strong. I just do what I’m told.”

The Doctor hummed in understanding, watching as Gordon approached one of the tubes and began to climb into the suit. “And what’s that for, then?”

“This? It’s a Hazardous Enviornment suit, or an HEV suit. Helps with radiation and whatnot.” He said. “Ugh, can you lend a hand? These things are such a pain to put on.”

The Doctor strolled over and began helping Gordon suit up, peering curiously at the suit pieces when he got a chance. Complicated was an understatement, the whole thing looked like a haphazard mishmash of metal and plastic, and it was hard for the Doctor to tell what was supposed to do what at a glance. If he got a chance, he would love to take it apart and try to figure out what was supposed to be going on here.

“Thanks a ton, man.” Gordon said, once they had finally managed to fit the thing on him. The Doctor only hummed in response, crossing his arms as he examined the tube curiously. “Sorry they don’t tell you these things, feel free to ask if you’ve missed out on something else.” They exchanged another smile before Gordan began to walk back to the locker room, the suit remarkably quiet for all the stuff in it. “Where are you off to?”

“Pretty sure I’m going same place as you.” Lied the Doctor, following Gordon closely as Gordon stopped at his locker and slammed it shut. “But the details weren’t really clear, and I got lost on the way.”

“Oh, yeah.” Gordon laughed, scanning the now empty locker room. “This place is a maze. Where did he go?”

The Doctor shrugged.

“Must’ve gone to… work, I guess.” Gordon decided, beginning to make his way down the hall with the Doctor close in tow. “So, what brings you to Black Mesa’s Anamolous… something Department?”

“Just kinda ended up here.” The Doctor said dismissively, peering down every hall and doorway they passed. This one was what appeared to be a break room, where the Doctor saw a man staring intently at some poorly-printed papers tacked to a corkboard.

“Cryptic.” Said Gordon, not seeming too phased by the avoidance. “Your name’s just the Doctor?”

“Yup.” The Doctor popped the p.

“Man of many secrets, huh?”

“Definetly.” The Doctor threw in a wink, causing Gordon to let out an amused huff.

“Point taken.” They made their way to a gate where two guards stood waiting. “Howdy.” Gordon greeted them. One of them seemed to recognize Gordon and sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re late, Doctor Freeman.” He said, turning to a panel where he typed in a code.

“Sorry.” Gordon said, not sounding all that sorry. “The highschoolers got into an accident again, so traffic was conjested on the way to school.”

“You’ve got a kid?” Asked the Doctor.

Gordon’s face lit up as opened his mouth to talk, but was interrupted by the other guard approaching them.

“Can I see your passport?”

#princedork writes #my writing #doctor who #10th doctor #dr who #hlvrai #gordon freeman #hlvrai au #doctor who au #half life vr but the ai is self aware #half live vr ai #hlvrai gordon #gordon freeman hlvrai #benrey hlvrai #dr coomer #dr coomer hlvrai

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zawazawanightmares · 2 years

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Rarity & Brooke Bell

You, Futa!Anthro!Rarity , are connected to Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi) Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : /starter

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): Ref: https://refsheet.net/TomfooleryMachine/brooke-bell

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): (Hi)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : (Hey.)

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): (what sorta scene do you wanna do?)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : (How about a fitting scene for Brooke's outfit?)

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): (I love that so dearly)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : (Do you want me to start?)

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): (please do)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Alright!" Rarity practically floated into the room with a tape measurer. "Sorry for the wait! You're the one who needed the fitting for the armor, correct?" Rarity herself was wearing a simple if opulent shirt and vest with a miniskirt to complete it.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "Yes, my brigandine was messed up quite badly in the last battle, and while I have the plates forged nicely, I just need the garment to rivet them into." She watched her enter with a calm expression, although one may notice her eyes drift over the woman's form seeing how she dressed. Brooke was wearing a mustard yellow doublet with a pair of black pants.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Oh, a fighting woman! Just my type..." Rarity chuckled over her "joke". "So allow us to get this part out of the way: I'm going to need you to strip so that I may get your measurements."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She looked at her a bit confused, resting a hand on her hip as she talked. "Why am i needed to strip for this? my last tailor could do it over my clothes?"

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "If you want the best fitting garments, regardless of their function, I'll need to know your exact measurements." She took out a strip of tape. "Don't worry, my good lady. Despite your build and occupation, I have no amorous intentions towards you with this method. I take my work seriously"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would raise her brow at her once more, looking her over "Fine, I do trust you there at least, what should be done with my things?" She would ask as she started to strip, she had a white shirt underneath her doublet, which she would remove as well, then she would remove her pants, standing before the seamstress in just a pair of simple black panties.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Put them neatly to the side. I don't want them getting dirtied up while you're getting measured." Rarity gently instructed, already searching Brooke over with her eyes.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would fold her things quickly placing them on a side table out of the way. Brooke was a short and stout woman, with a firm and full form, easily on display for the other.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Such a powerful form for a powerful woman..." Rarity started by wrapping the tape around her waist. It was cool but not freezing. "Let me guess: freelance warrior? You seem to be built for taking hits than for delivering them?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would take a breath at the cool tape against her fur. "As well as a smith, honestly most of my strength comes from that. I'm a gunner when in battle."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Oh, then I can't wait to check out your shoulders..." She moved up to almost clinically wrap the tape around her breasts. "Have you always like firearms? Do you have a favorite set or do you just pick what works best?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She bit her lip for a moment as it was wrapped around her breasts. "I find myself reaching for my pepperbox most of all, but I have a preference for range and relibility. some may call me a coward for such a fighting style I call myself someone who survives their fights.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "I call you pragmatic. And reliable...and rather strong." Rarity started to stretch the measurer down one of Brooke's arms. "If anyone calls you a coward with "guns" like these, well...they must be more envious than I am."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): This would bring a light chuckle out of the woman "Oh, thank you thank you" She would flex lightly as she said this.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity smiled as she knelt down to measure her legs. "I hope that maybe we can talk more about the subject of range in battles outside of work...say, in a few hours?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would look down at her at the question "I don't have anything planned for the day, a few hours is nothing."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity stood up, letting the tape measurer snap back into its container. "It's a date then! Now, to get your armor..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "Yes, the prospect of payment. Where about are you expecting the damages to be?" She would give a light smile, moving back to her clothes.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Hm. How about this one gets put on the house...with the promise of your continued patronage?" She asked while giving Brooke an inviting look.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would raise a brow at her "I believe I can do that, quite a good way to do business especially if your work is as good as I've heard."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Oh Miss Bell, you have no idea how booming business has been..." Rarity said with a knowing smirk...even though she silently pondered if she should have went with a more apt metaphor.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "Please do share, you've caught my attention, i believe." She would give a light smile.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Let's just say being a swinging bachelorlette comes with a few drawbacks...and some more benefits." She looked Brooke up and down again. "Quite a few women, and some men, come back for a little more than just wardrobe help..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "I see. and you are a striking woman, I believe i've been shown to you for more then just assistance with my uniform."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "How fascinating! I believe the same thing. If you would allow me to, I could do a less..."professional" inspection?" She asked.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "By all means, please do feel free" She would grin lightly looking over the other.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity put her tape measurer aside, keeping eye contact with Brooke as she went down to grope both her breasts with each hand. "Hmm, pretty supple...and such fine fur."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would let out a gasp as she was groped, grinning softly "I try to keep my fur soft, even if warmer areas."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Warmer huh? You wouldn't mind if I checked for myself, would you?" Brushing her thumbs over her nipples, she lowered one hand down to rub at her panty-clad crotch.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would let out a soft moan as she was rubbed, the strong woman simply melted in the other's hands, "I don't mind at all.." She replied in a dreamy tone.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : With the go-ahead, Rarity moved her hand inside Brooke's underwear and began to rub her directly. "My my, you are still soft here...and so hot." She teased while continuing to rub her.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would moan out as she continued, leaning into the other's touch to keep balance "D-do you have somewhere you prefer to "take" your guests like this? maybe a place to sit..."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Perhaps our liaison is better suited for the changing room?" She asked. "There's a place to sit in there..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She gave a small nod to this "Yes, please lead the way."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity took her hand out of her underwear and took Brooke's hand, leading her into a smaller room with a part of the wall acting as a nice comfortable seat. "Is this better?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "Yes, I believe so, but you've seen so much of me, and yet." She would eye over the other with a grin.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Ah! I have been so rude! Excuse me..." Rarity began to strip in front of Brooke, leaving herself only in frilly lingerie that barely hid a very curvy form, a respectable chest and a nice rump with a noticeable bulge in the front of her underwear. "Excuse me if I have a bit more equipment than you expected..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would grin wide looking her over, eyes pausing on the bulge with some interest "I see, yes, but I believe I can handle a surprise." She was never quite the sort for the nicer clothes that came with her old life, some of it too restrictive for her liking, but she did have to admit the fancy lingerie was often missed.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity smiled gently as she pulled down her underwear, letting her loose her rather girthy, if sweet-smelling member from its cloth prison. "Is this to your liking?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would lick her lips lightly looking over it, before softly running a hand over it "It will do nicely, i believe."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : The fur on Brooke's hand stimulated Rarity's member in a way she wasn't accustomed to, causing her to moan in a low register. "Oh, that's good for both of us..." It began to slowly harden as Brooke held it.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "Oh lovely, I'm glad I could so something for you as well" She would grin watching her moan.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Soon, Rarity's tool grew to full mast, ready to service...or to be serviced. "Perhaps we can assist each other, chance permitting...at the same time?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "That sounds like a perfect idea, how would you like for us to do that?"

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "First, lets get you relaxed...while seeing how flexible you are." Rarity stepped forward in order to pick up Brooke's leg, kissing her softly while holding her close, her member directly underneath Brooke's entrance.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would find that Brooke was rather limber, easily able to lift her leg out of the way. she happily returned the kiss breathing heavily as she felt the other's member against her.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : She deepened the kiss as she positioned herself to brush her tip against Brooke's slit, teasing her without really trying to gain entrance. Eventually, she broke the kiss to softly whisper, "Can I?"

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would let out a gasp as she felt it against her, grinding softly against it. "Please..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): ((dumb question, how tall do you place anthro Rarity? mostly asking because Brooke is very short at 5' even))

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : (Good question! I'd imagine around 6 feet, 5'10 or 5'11 if shorter? I can adjust the actions for Brooke's height.)

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): nah, I love the contrast of tall classicly pretty top and short thick bottom)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : (Gotcha.)

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity responded by putting up both of Brooke's legs, sitting her on the wall bench and slowly pushing herself inside her. "You are even warmer on the inside..." She said as she felt herself sheathe her tool inside of the rabbit woman.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She spread her legs for her as she was sat down, moaning out as she was filled with horse cock "F-fuck.."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Are you alright?" A bit of concern showed on Rarity's face as soon as enough of her was inside. Believe it or not, she has gotten complaints about her size before...

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): "No i'm alright.. d-don't stop."She would say between deep breaths.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Alright...I'll give you a good experience, at the very least!" Then, Rarity would begin to thrust, holding Brooke's thighs for balance. She started slow but began to pick up speed after a while.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): Brooke would moan out as she was thrust into, grabbing onto her seat tightly for balance of her own as she wrapped her legs around the other.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity's thrusts started picking up force, her breasts bouncing in Brooke's face as her moans started to grow in volume, the lewd noises beginning to leak to the outside of the room...

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): The normally well put together woman could not care at this moment who heard her sounds she found her leaning forward to bury her face in her chest as she was fucked.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : Rarity helpfully unhooked her bra, allowing Brooke to bury her face in her bare chest as she kept plowing her against the wall. "You feel so incredible, Miss Bell! I find myself heading close to the climax..."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She would moan out as she did, she felt herself close to cumming as well, but wasn't the best at talking durring moments like this.

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : With a low, pleasured groan, Rarity would shoot out a fountain inside of Brooke, making sure that she emptied all she had before sighing happily, petting the rabbit's head. "Well then...now I know how EVERYTHING fits."

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): Brook would moan out loudly as she came closing her eyes tight and leaning back against the wall. she breathed deep in the afterglow as her head was pet "I-i'm good at taking hits.. you said it..."

Futa!Anthro!Rarity : "Perhaps we should give that statement continued tests? For research purposes, I mean..." Rarity teased, not even out of her yet.

Brooke Bell (f, 24, Anthro Bunny, fantasy based, bi): She gave a small nod "Yes, continued tests.."

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lamb-duh · 2 years

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The following is my WIP. Since My writing style is stop & go this is what I have so far

The world was in ruin. Nearly a century ago a disaster had awoken and decimated modern civilization. Mana had returned to the world and with it 8 divine entities. Each representing its own element. The god of earth shaped the land to its own design, creating its own landmarks. The god nature overtook the cities and bred about new creatures to inhabit the lands. The god of shadows allowed demons to manifest in the world and make deals with the living. The god of lightning eliminated the armies of the governing powers, leaving the survivors to form their own systems. The remaining gods were barely seen, each separating to claim their own throne. The god of fire fled to find home in the hearth of a volcano. The god of water withdrew into the sea. The god of ice is said to live in Antarctica. And finally the god of air drifts around exploring the mountain ranges of the world.

The world from before is nearly unrecognizable. The cities are abandoned, inhabited only by monsters. Communities have moved to rural areas becoming more akin to city states. I grew up in a village named Appleton. It was one of the many villages under the rule of the Lostrego Guild, and as such has a Commander of their ranks placed in charge. Our town was run by a woman named Eden, known as "Eden the Amazon". A fierce warrior trained in hand to hand combat. She taught me how to fight and how to channel my own mana. I owe her my very life and today is the day I betray her wishes.

"Robbie!" booms a woman's voice from down the hall. "Get your lazy ass up!"

"Yeah, yeah," I respond sitting up from my bed. Dawn had barely begun to break. "Hold your damn horses."

I roll out of bed and dress myself in a simple tunic and a pair of pants before heading out to the dining area. There Eden served me my breakfast: scrambled eggs. She had made me them sunny side, over easy, over hard, boiled, poached, and even tried her hands at omelets once or twice. But more often than not she would go back to simply scrambling them. I just stared at them for a moment. Until she ruffled my hair with her callous hands and asked "What’s wrong?" to which I replied "Nothing" while looking up at her. She was very muscular and tanned from the countless days she had spent doing manual labor. Her body was scarred from the monsters she defeated while defending the town. She was a war hardened hero, but I knew how soft she was inside.

I finished my meal and told her thank you before heading out the door to track down my partner in crime, Thrash. Lark N. Thrash was the son of the town doctor, and as such had patched me up many times throughout the years. He was an excellent sparring partner although he had never won anything in his life. It's not that he was incapable, just lacked confidence. Growing up he was bullied for his frail body and while he had grown tall, he remained scrawny with unkempt hair.

I found him leaning up against a tree, two bags of supplies at his side, in the clearing we had agreed to meet at. I snuck around so I could approach him from behind and as I entered arms reach I hollered, "GOOD MORNING!!" I had never seen someone jump so high.

"Damn it Robbie!" he scolded. "You could get us caught doing something like that."

"Caught by who? Eden's helpin' in the fields today."

"Do you think you should tell her?"

"Did you tell your parents?"

"No…"

"You know they'd stop us. I know they love us, but this is our chance to see the world. Forge our own path! Become our own men!"

"Do you really think we'll make it?"

"Not sure" I laughed. "But that's part of the fun. And besides, we're easily stronger than anyone in this town, minus Eden."

"Yeah. I suppose you're right."

We each picked up our own bag and began our journey east. We had heard a tale of a giant lake that no one could see across. One that engulfed the world in blue. Atlandish. It sounded beautiful and we decided that would be the destination of our quest.

#writeblr #wip #orignal story #feedback appreciated

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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he’s so vogue

Description - you are the journalist for the new Harry Styles December Vogue Issue

A/N - how is everyone doing? hope you enjoy! if you have any requests please feel free to ask. love you all and have a lovely rest of the week!

warnings: swearing

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Being a journalist for Vogue was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

After 3 years of studying English Literature at Surrey University, you never thought, only a year after, you'd be working as an apprentice at Vogue UK. If it weren't for your Aunty, who worked in the fashion design section at Vogue HQ, then you'd no doubt still be a broke-ass, single, lonely student. Ok, lonely you still were but your job was so full-on that you didn't have time for a relationship.

Two years into your apprenticeship you were promoted to an official member of the team, and then another two years later you got promoted to team leader in your department of journalism, and editing; The Media - or as you like to call it - "The Celeb Goss". You were beyond happy with your job and found such passion in every article your wrote. Whether it be about a new celebrity romance or the collapse of one, you found a way to story-tell in such a meditated way that everyone loved your pieces.

That's why the Harry Styles had requested you to be the one to interview him.

Of course you'd written about A-list celebrities in the past, producing articles on pregnancy rumours, or engagements, or breakups, but you'd never met them before authoring an article. You'd met plenty of D-list celebrities who thought they were mega famous, but if you mentioned their names people would turn around and ask "who?".

This is why interviewing Harry Styles was a massive thing for you.

Not very often did you get to do work out in the field, especially in these covid infested days, but nevertheless it was your favourite part of the job. Getting to meet the people you were writing about was completely refreshing, allowing you to obtain a clearer outlook on which direction to take on your journal piece.

You were asked to go to Stonehenge, where the photoshoot was being filmed, as your office of interview. Even though you'd lived in the UK all your life, you'd never actually been to Stonehenge. It wasn't really on your bucket-list, but it was a pleasure to get to see it all the same.

Being the prepared interviewer you were, you'd prepared an array of questions that you were set on asking Harry. You'd never met him before, but after much googling and youtubing of him prior to meeting him today you would already be confident in saying he's the most brilliant man to ever exist. You were really nervous that you were going to screw this interview up and make a terrible mess in front of Harry Styles.

"Lisa! What if I accidentally say something I shouldn't?" You ran your stressed hands through your hair.

This whole morning had been frantic. It had started off by you waking up late, no thanks to Lisa, your best-friend and co-worker, pressing snooze on the alarm. You wanted to look professional today so you'd put on your best shirt - only to spill coffee down it ten minutes later. So now, you smelt of coffee and were wearing what was left in your wardrobe - and it wasn't much. The only things left clean were a pair of pink corduroy flares and some, pastel coloured, graphic t-shirt to go with it.

"You won't. Stop being so negative." Lisa rolled her eyes, probably fed up with the amount of winging she'd heard from you this morning - and you'd only been awake an hour.

"My outfit is hardly professional either." You huffed, pouring the rest of your, second, coffee down the drain.

"Well I think you look gorgeous." Lisa stated, whilst putting her breakfast bar wrapper in the bin.

You and Lisa were back and forth about you stressing, and such, for about half an hour before you had to leave. You had a great panic about losing your glasses too. You could see without them up close, but for long distance viewing and reading you were practically blind. You were taking Lisa's car, since she didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to drive. Lisa was the creative director on the set, and thank goodness she was so you could at least ramble to someone.

After a two hour drive up from London, you arrived at Stonehenge and it was freezing. Although the sun was out, it did nothing to keep your body heated. The journey up had been nice because you sat in your nicely heated car, chatting away with Lisa and blasting some Harry Styles out of the speaker. You'd made it through the first album, and the second one up to Canyon Moon before reaching your destination.

Upon arriving you could just about, without glasses, make out about 15 other cars, arranged at the bottom of a hill. There was an array of Audis and BMWs, a few Range Rovers, which you placed your bets on one was Harrys, and a green, vintage, Jaguar which was most likely belonging to the fashion editor or something. There was also a modern barn, perched at the foot of the hill, which was where Harry would be getting changed in to his various different outfits.

It took you a moment to register that Lisa had parked and was already clambering out of the car, making you look a little idiotic still blankly staring at the beautiful scenes in front, and around, of you.

But it was still bloody freezing.

You jogged a little to the boot and whipped out your white cardigan. Originally you'd thought that this would've been enough to keep you warm, but now you were starting to think otherwise.

The atmosphere here was amazing. People were rushing around left, right and centre loading, and unloading, various pieces of equipment and clothes. You caught sight of brightly coloured fabrics being carried to and from various places. There were the camera crew, and presumably director, all chatting amongst themselves. The smell of the very fresh air was so lush that you'd forgotten what it smelt like - especially after years in London.

You grabbed your bag from the boot, which had your notes, recording kit and laptop stuffed inside, before locking the car and following Lisa in to the barn.

It was lovely and warm inside - a completely different climate to than the outside. It was as if it was Bali inside and Antarctica outside. Better Bali than Antarctica though.

"Ok. Let's put our stuff down over here and then go find people we need to meet and such." Lisa instructed, you still too in awe of the place to fully comprehend what was going on.

You followed Lisa and you two ended up dropping off your stuff next to some other bags. You took a liking to the purse next to your stuff. Next to your bag, it made yours seem ancient - like it was worth nothing more than a penny. It was luscious and a beautiful baby blue colour. You softly ran your hands over it, finding satisfaction in how smooth and subtle it was.

"Hope you're not planning on stealing that, love." A manly voice appeared from behind you. You whipped around to see who's bag you'd been messing with, and it was just your luck that it was to be Harry Styles'. Of all the people's it could've been it had to be his.

Perfect.

He looked dashing. He was in black flares and his iconic 'But daddy i love him', t-shirt, along with a huge green anorak. His hair was prettily clipped back with a pink clip, presumably placed there to gave his curls greater volume. In his hand he had a pink toothbrush and you guessed he'd come back over to put it away in his bag - only to find you caressing it instead.

"Oh - no, no. Not at all. I - uh - I just thought it was beautiful." You stammered over your words, choosing them carefully to try and make you look less like an active criminal.

"Mhm." Harry nodded whilst looking you up and down, most likely judging why a peasant like you, in comparison to him, was touching his expensive property. "Well, I love your flares darlin'." Harry looked down at your trousers, his compliment making you blush a little.

"Thank you. That wasn't professional, and neither is my outfit, I know, and I apologise." You added, because you knew that if your boss knew you turned up today the way you did she would give you a right bollocking - and potentially even fire you.

"Never apologise for flares. You look amazing." Gemma perked up, making you feel more self conscious surrounded by all these other beautiful women. Gemma was in a slouchy, knitted, jumper and basic jeans - no doubt all from shops beyond your budget - and yet she looked like a model fit for the runway for Vogue.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised again, to which you, creepily, got the exact same, stern, look from the Styles siblings at the same time.

"My stylist, Harry, introduced me to big pants. He offered whether I wanted to try a pair of flares, and I was like, 'Flares? That's fucking crazy'!" Harry laughed as he told his story, earning a laugh out of you too. "Now they're my favourite item of clothing. Have a whole wardrobe dedicated to them."

"I wish he was joking." Gemma laughed at her brother and his flare obsession.

"Well you do look handsome in them, so I understand why." Your words rolls off your tongue before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Only after you finished your sentence did you completely intake what you'd just said.

"Good start." Lisa giggled to you, before turning to walk over to the coffee station. It was a help-yourself coffee bar and you knew that you were going to bed at least five cups to get over the last five minutes alone. You'd probably drain the station before letting anyone else have any.

"Oh god." You awkwardly mumbled, not daring to see how weirdly Harry would be looking at you, before walking off outside.

You had spent less than 10 minutes here and yet you'd never felt like a bigger clown. Joining the circus had never been so easy.

The outside wind hit you like a powerful leaf blower, and your hair blew around like crazy - most likely compiling into a birds nest on the top of your head.

Today was supposed to be the start of something great. Your hopes were set on a promotion from your written masterpiece, whilst enjoying the company of one of the most handsome, most lovely, most talented men of this century. Those hopes seemed a little too distant now. They seemed to mock you, as if to laugh at how you ever thought you were going to be any more successful. You'd completely, in more ways than one, made a fool of yourself in front of your interviewee, you were so underdressed, you were caught fondling his Gucci purse and you were still bloody cold.

It all felt too unprofessional for a job where professional was practically the driving force of the company.

You leaned against the barn, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You were a master in over-thinking, but unfortunately that wasn't something you could add to your resumé. You let your eyes close and the other senses come alive for a few moments. The sounds of distant sheep and the smell of the cold wind were just two of the senses that allowed you to take a step back for a minute, and breathe.

"Thank you." A voice interrupted you from your attempt of quick meditation. You looked to your left and noticed Harry standing there, still in the same outfit as before.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused, taking a step away from the barn to considerately pay more attention to him.

"Thank you - for saying I look handsome in flares." He repeated, smirking when he added the second part.

"Oh." Was all you could respond, feeling too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. "I should—" You pointed back to the barn, using it as an excuse to leave before yet screwed up anymore.

"Lisa told me you're the interviewer." Harry added, and it only occurred to you that you'd never actually introduced yourself. "So it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N." He stuck out his hand for your to shake, which you did willingly. His hands were a lot softer than you'd expected.

"Ho... You know my name?" You asked surprised.

"Of course. I also know you're the best writer in Vogue right now." He flattered you, which made you blush. You had a feeling he'd make you do that a lot today.

"Sure." You rolled your eyes as you spoke sarcastically.

"Well I chose you for a reason, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked.

"I mean.. I, well.. I don't know?" You stumbled over your words, making yourself look like a larger fool than you did already. Today was just turning out to be exactly what you didn't want it to be. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising. You do it too often." He told you, nearly making you apologise again but he gave you a jokingly stern look, as if he knew what you were going to say, and so you decided otherwise.

"Harry!" You both turned to see there was a man waving towards you both, but specifically to Harry. "Come get changed!" The same man shouted. Harry lifted his thumbs up, as if to signal he'd be there shortly.

Harry turned back to you and noticed you shiver a little.

"I'll start the interview after I come back from the dressing rooms, yeah?" Harry asked, taking off his, khaki green, trench-coat in the process. He handed it to you before you could oblige against it.

"Wait what?" You confusedly looked down at the coat and back up to Harry.

"Gives me a piece of mind knowing my interviewer isn't going to die of hypothermia before actually interviewing me." He smiled, obviously attempting to crack a joke and you have to admit you did laugh.

"Thank you." You say, before he runs off to where he's being called to.

••••

You'd been sat inside for a little while, waiting for Harry to come back. It gave you time to perfect your questions though.

Thinking up questions to ask Harry had been a challenging task, but one that you'd been fully invested in. You loved creating questions to ask him that were going to get to understand him on a deeper level. He was a very private man, and you completely respected that. If you crossed any boundaries, with the questions you'd ask, you would write them out of the interview. You liked to think you hadn't thought up a question that would make him feel uncomfortable though.

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

"Coat kept you warm?" Harrys voice disengaged you from your notebook.

"Hm?" You asked then replayed what he'd just asked in your mind. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much." You stood up, from where you'd been perched on the floor, picking up your nearly finished green tea as you did so.

Only when you stood up did it come to your realisation that Harry was now in costume. He was dressed in luxury. Each item looked like it cost more than your rent, and that was saddening. He looked rich and luxurious. To be quite honest, you were finding it rather difficult to take your eyes off him.

"You think the outfit is Vogue enough?" Harry asked, striking a few poses, which made you laugh. It was refreshing to see him act so relaxed and carefree, rather than a stuck-up-prick you knew some celebrities to be.

"Completely. I love it!" You exclaimed, appreciating the twirl he did for you.

He was wearing a kilt-like skirt and he looked beyond beautiful in it. Fuck toxic masculinity. Fuck being a manly man - like what does that even mean? Harry was embracing gender fluidity and experimenting the ways in which there was no definitive line between men and women's clothes anymore, and you thought it was marvellous. Revolutionary, for times as politically and socially troubled as these.

You started removing the coat in attempt to give it back to him, but he refrained you from doing so by holding on to your forearm.

"Keep it. I thought we could go outside to start the interview, so you'll be needing that." Harry told you, and you agreed - however reluctantly that was. You couldn't really complain though, because the coat did kept you warm and, what's better, it smelt divine - just like you'd imagine Harry to smell.

"Okay. Thank you. Do you want to go now?" You asked hesitantly, not knowing whether he was busy for someone else right now.

"Whenever you're ready, love." He answered, making you feel more relaxed. He was going at your pace and was making you feel settled - he was even more of a gentleman than people described him to be.

The two of you had walked around the backside of the barn in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. Well, at least you were. It was a blessing no one was back here. It was just you, Harry and the scenery that surrounded Stonehenge.

You approached a bench and you plopped yourself down on one end, whilst Harry sat on the other. He respected the fact that there was a pandemic going on, and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. You still had your mask on, so Harry had taken that as you were very conscious about the virus - which he admired.

You pulled out your glasses, from the depths of one of the coat pockets, and placed them on your face, probably making yourself look even geekier than you already felt. Today was just one of those days you wished you had good eyes...

You opened your spent notebook, musty pages practically falling apart, and turned to the section of questions you needed for that interview. You were so nervous already and you hadn't even asked anything yet, all because of the previous interactions with Harry today. Your shaky hands shuffled through the pages and you cursed under your breath when you struggled to find what you needed.

"Shoot. Come on." You mumbled quietly under your breath, hoping it would make this terrible situation end faster. You mustn't have been as quiet as you thought though.

"Y/N." Harry's name broke through your clouded mind of self-disappointment.

You looked up at him to see him softly smiling at you, blowing all worries away from you away with the wind. "Yes?" You timidly asked, pushing your wind-swept hair out of glasses - where it'd gotten caught.

"You’re alright, love. You don't have to be professional around me, alright? We're just two strangers having a conversation, to get to know each other, okay?" If his words didn't calm you enough, the soothing sound of his husky voice certainly did.

"But that would mean you asking me stuff too?" You replied, confused at his implications of the phrasing 'getting to know each other'.

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

"Oh I don't know Mr Styles, i'm not a very interesting person." You answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose from where they'd fallen.

"I refuse to believe that." Harry chuckled, making a quick smile appear on your face. "And please call me Harry. Just Harry." He begged, obviously finding it weird you calling him by his professional title. All you wanted, ever, was for your interviewee's to feel comfortable and safe, so if Harry wanted you to call him Harry then so be it.

"Ok, Harry," you sarcastically said, earning a shake of the head on his behalf, "you can ask me a few questions throughout the day." You told him, but you knew he'd struggle to find even two questions when he realises how bland you are.

"Does that mean you only get to ask me a few as well?" Harry smirked, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike Harry, you had to write an article about today when you got home and so he knew that you'd have to dig as much dirt as possible from him.

"No, sorry. I don't particularly want to lose my job." You paused to look down at your notes, squinting a little as you did to see better. "Okay. Tell me your experience with corona virus."

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that, love." Harry apologised, leaning in slightly to see if he could hear you a second time around.

"Sorry." You looked down to fiddle with your fingers - a habit you'd undertaken when you're embarrassed. "Um..," you cleared your throat, "would you mind if I took off my mask?"

Your timid voice sent tingle down Harrys spine. He didn't think anyone could ever be this sweet. "Not at all, ‘course you can." He replied, again, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You hesitantly took off your face mask, feeling like you were in some dramatic movie where they face revealed someone. You kind of liked having the mask on, because, for one, it kept you warm, and for two, you were a little self conscious with how you looked compared to all the other women here today. You shoved the mask in your pocket, with trembling fingers, before looking back down to your notes.

"Woah." You heard Harrys voice being mumbled under the wind. You eyes shot up to his and you noticed him staring right back at you.

"W-what? Is my acne playing up? I knew I should've—" You self-consciously run your hands over the areas you know you got acne. The masks really didn't help when it came to skin care.

"Hey, stop. No. You just... You look beautiful." Harry complimented you, and a roaring blush arose on to your cheeks. You'd never been called beautiful before, and so you were taking the compliment like such a 13-year old.

"Oh, uh, thank you." You awkwardly answered, not really having any other words come to mind in that moment. Harry chuckled under his breath, still keeping eyes on you for some reason.

"Would you mind repeating your last question, I didn't quite catch it?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure. Um, tell me how you've experienced corona virus." You repeated for him, gripping ahold of your pen to start copying what he says and pressing start on your recording device in case you needed it later.

"Well, it's been tedious that's for sure. However, I just want people to be safe and for life to return back to normal, so therefore i've been very MIA for a lot of the time. Keeping to myself mostly. I only went out for hikes or bike rides. All my meetings were online, so it's been very lonely." Harry kept eye contact with your figure the entire time, and if it weren't for you concentrating on writing what he was saying then you'd probably melt away under his gaze.

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

"I presume the loneliness sent you crazy at times." You laughed, because you sure felt that way through lockdown. Curse being single.

"You have no idea." Harry laughed along with you, making you, slowly, feel more at ease.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." You looked at him unsure, before returning down to your notebook.

"Okay then, first question from me," Harrys words made your head shoot up, "How can someone as amazing as yourself be lonely?" He asked and you made a mental tally of how many questions he'd asked.

"Could ask you the very same question, Harry." You slyly replied, avoiding the question by answering with another question. It was a tactic you'd learnt, throughout your years of journalism, when you wanted to dismiss something .

"That's cheating." Harry pointed at you and raised his eyebrows, but you couldn't take your eyes off the big, cheeky, smile perched on his face. You shrugged you're shoulders in defence and returned to your questions. "But you did just call me amazing, so I think i'll let it slide this one time." You blushed, again, when you understood what he meant.

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

"You were in L.A. for the majority of quarantine, am I right to say?" You already knew the answer but your manager had just wanted confirmation.

"Yeah, but L.A. feels like holiday, whereas London feels like home." He answered, which you appreciated. He hasn't got lost in the way that Hollywood could let people. He'd stayed grounded.

"So what did you entertain yourself with during quarantine?" You asked curiously, slightly side-tracking from your pre-written questions - just because you were intrigued (nosey).

"Not much, not to be boring. I ate a lot of bread. I worked out pretty much every day. I wrote quite a bit actually." He used his fingers to pinch his bottom lip, something you'd noticed he did in interviews.

"Does that mean a new album on the way?" Your inner fangirl was screaming at the thought of HS3.

"Can neither confirm nor deny." Harry smirked to himself, like the cheeky bugger he is.

"That's a yes then." You joked, pretending to write it down in your notes.

"You're impossible, you." Harry laughed and shook his head. It made you feel all funny the way you could make him smile like that. You were the source of his happiness for just that moment, and that was enough to make you feel happy for a lifetime - not that he felt the same.

"Next question," you stated, moving swiftly on because you knew you had limited time, "How's your experience with Vogue been so far?"

"Wonderful. Everyone has been so welcoming and that makes it so much easier for me to have fun. It's daunting going at things alone, but i'm getting slowly used to it now." Harry sniffled a little, probably due to the freezing cold weather here.

"Must be strange, not having four best friends around you, all the time, anymore." You stated rather than asked him, sure that he was missing his bandmates. I mean, you were - so he definitely would be.

"Brothers." Harry replied, making you look up at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, giving him your full attention.

"You said four best friends. Well, actually they're my brothers." His words actually caused a rift in your heart. You could feel it being pulled apart and torn in to two. If you wrote this in to the magazine the fans would have a worldwide passing-away-party.

"Harry." You said softly, slightly tearing up at his words. "God, I swear i'm not normally this emotional." You chest your throat and try to establish your dignity - however there wasn't that much left anymore.

"Oh shut up." Harry looked away obviously trying to hide the fact that he was tearing up too. You laughed at him but didn't draw any more attention to it than you guessed he would've wanted.

"They mean a lot to you then?" You asked, hopefully not treading on any unwanted territories.

"Much more than a lot, yeah." Harry nodded his head, turning it back to face you. He could tell this conversation was now off-the-record because of your closed notebook, your undivided attention towards him and the fact you’d turned off the recording device. He liked being able to look at you, rather than the top of your head. He swore you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"You still see them often?"

"Not as often as i'd like. Niall did come around the other week to drop off some old guitars he didn't want anymore, and then we ended up playing around with some music for a bit." He admitted, which stitched your heart back together.

"So does that mean a Narry collab?" You teased, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"Narry? You so are a directioner." He laughed along with you.

"And you just avoided my question, therefore there is a song out there written only by you and Niall." You concluded, which shut him up.

This conversation was going a lot better than expected. Certainly a lot better than earlier. You will be permanently scarred by the way you spoke to him and handled his belongings. It was going to haunt you forever - and yet he'd forget about it by tomorrow. Or maybe he wouldn't, which is why you felt the need to apologise.

"Harry?" You asked, clearly indicating this was still a conversation away from the interview.

"Yes Y/N?" He watched you intently, listening to your every word.

"I, um, just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just really nervous to meet you, and to be honest still am. I didn't mean to touch your stuff without your consent and I certainly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with any of my comments. So, i'm sorry. I can only imagine the awful, yet true, things you must think of me." You rambled really quickly, that you were uncertain whether Harry even caught one word of what you'd says.

"Do you know why I asked for you to interview me Y/N?" Harry asked, which wasn't the first thing you expected him to say after your apology.

"No. I...well Lisa told me it was because I can write well or something." You suggested, not wanting to sound egotistical.

"I mean you do write perfectly, but no." You were intrigued now. "I asked for you because I, and this is not for your magazine, have a secret - but not-so-secret - crush on you." This time it was Harrys turn to blush.

"Harry... you don't have to say that to—"

"I'm not saying it for anything. I sincerely think you are the most delightful, most prettiest, most fucking sweetest person i've ever met." Harry exclaimed, which you were taken aback by. Never, ever, did you think that Harry Styles would proclaim his likeness towards you. Ever.

"Harry don't mess with me, please." You shyly spoke, tilting your head down in disbelief that the Harry Styles was smitten about you.

He shuffled along the bench, stopping a little way from you but close enough to reach out for you. Your heartbeat increased when you noticed his hand move closer towards you. It didn't stop till he reached your face. He took his time, courteously, pushing your hair behind your ear before removing you of your glasses. He held the right-eye frame and slowly pulled the glasses off your face.

Once he'd successfully taken them off he folded them up and placed them alongside your closed notebook.

"Can see those pretty eyes now." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't lie. They're so dull." You mumbled, lifting your head up slightly. His face was still away from you.

"Not to me they're not." He retaliated, looking deep into your eyes as you did his. "I hate this corona virus."

"Why?" His words were so out of the blue sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

"Because I can't be as near to you as I want to be." Harry told you. And yeah, you hated corona too. It was getting a little laborious now.

"Smooth, Styles." You chuckled. You wondered how many new and weird pick-up lines could be made from covid.

"I know." He winked, which honestly would have made you throw up if it were any other man on the planet. Somehow, though, Harry just made it seem attractive - along with every other thing that man ever did. "After this, would you like to come back to my house for a cuppa tea?" He asked sweetly, like a five year old asking whether you wanted to play together.

"Okay. Lisa was my ride though." You said more to yourself than anything else, debating on how you'd even get to Harrys. Uber? Taxi? Lisa? Walk?

"I'll drive us, it's fine. I have to drop Gem off, but i'd be more than happy to chauffeur you." Harry kindly offered, to which you were internally screaming about. You were literally, and metaphorically, having a field-day with all this Harry content and interview.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You question politely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - especially in these covid infested times.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He protested, waving his hand at if to say it was no bother. You were already trying to work out, in your head, how much petrol money you were going to owe him.

"Then i'd be honoured to have a brew with you Harry." You giggled at how cringe you were being, even if this was just your normal self speaking.

"Great." Harry genuinely smiled, teeth and all. "My shoot should take a couple of hours, but feel free to continue to write and journal. I'm looking forward to reading this particular article." He winked at you before standing up.

"Wonder why?" You sarcastically asked, knowing full-well it was due to his exposure of his own feelings towards you. Even though you'd never says anything back you were quite in agreement on how you felt about him, like he did you. He would be a narcissist to say he knew you liked him the same, out loud, but he knew. And you knew that he knew.

"Wonder why indeed." He gave you one last smile before he'd disappeared for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you to digest and relive the past half an hour or so.

Being Harry Styles' crush was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

••••

After Harry had finished up his shoot he was quick to come find you again.

You'd watched parts of his shoot and he looked magnificent. There wasn't a good enough word to describe how amazing he looked. Harry, his stylist, was probably the best stylist out there. His fashion choices were unmatched and you wanted him to be yours. You were not rich enough nor fashionable enough, ironic for working in a a fashion company, to hire a stylist, but you would if you could.

You were so proud to see what he was achieving now as the person that he was. Harry was just being Harry, without the devilish control of shitty managements or ridiculous amounts of PR stunts. Harry was more free than ever, and it definitely showed just how much he was enjoying it.

You were certain that this Vogue magazine would break the internet - his fans were good at doing that. This could be a turning point for many people, with their outdated and ignorant views. There was no room for people with racist or homophobic or transphobic or xenophobic - and the list does go on - views anymore.

You were waiting by the front door of the barn, to catch Harry as he walked past. You caught sight of him in a white robe, presumably to get changed back into his everyday clothes. He looked really pretty in the robe - very domestic actually.

Today had been a good day.

Harry asked you to send over the more specific Vogue questions to him via email, so he could devote more time in to answering them in a lot more depth. You thought he meant you'd be sending them to some PA in his team, but you were shocked to understand he'd given you his personal email.

People were walking back to their cars and packing away the filming kit. You saw Lisa and the director talking to one another, no doubt discussing some in-work gossip.

"You ready?" Harrys voice reminded you that you'd been waiting for him. You looked to see he was back in the same clothes as this morning, only this time without his coat.

"Here?" You offered, having him over the coat once again but he declined.

"Looks better on you anyways." He winked at you, before walking through the car park and to his car. You were very surprised when you found out Harry was the one to own the green Jaguar. You assumed all celebrities drove the Range Rover, but no. The vintage car added to Harrys immaculate vibe and just made him that little bit more hot.

Harry properly introduced you to Gemma, who was equally as lovely as Harry. They were both amazing people and they were crazily alike. From the way they looked, down to the way they phrased their words, they were mistakingly twins. Gemma explained how Anne, their mum, didn't know they were doing this photoshoot and that it was going to be a surprise, which you thought was so cute.

Gemma spilt a lot of gossip on Harry, to which he got very embarrassed over. You learnt that Harrys first word was Cat. You learnt that Harry is godfather to multiple children, which you found heartwarming. You learnt Harry used to be a baker - which was something he elaborated on for a good half an hour. Harry was just a fountain of memories and Gemma was the one sharing them all with you.

The drive back to London was relaxed. You sat in the back, listening to Harry and Gemma pointlessly argue whilst an Arctic Monkeys album played in the background. You forgot that people like Harry drove, and listened to music, just like other regular people. You often misplaced celebrities in society, thinking they had everything done for them but in reality that (often) wasn't the case - at least not for Harry.

Gemma was dropped off quickly before Harry drove to his. It was no surprise that the Styles siblings didn't live too far away from each other. Harrys house was beautiful. Bigger than anything you could ever dream of buying. It was a palace compared to your cupboard-sized house. You were unbelievably jealous. He gave you the tour of the house, showing you where the toilets were, and even his panic room if necessary.

You migrated to the kitchen for a bit, talking about anything and everything. Getting to know the minuscule pieces of information that no-one else was trusted with, made you feel special. Harry made you feel special - even if he weren't meaning to.

Every moment held a spark. Every touch set off a firework. Every laugh was an electric burst. He made you feel so alive.

"We can go to the living room after this has boiled." Harry said, pointing towards the streaming kettle. He wanted to show off his fancy tea collection he had, and let you have a try if you wanted to. Harry was boring and chose the basic green tea, but, after much deliberation, you chose the cranberry green tea. It intrigued you and it sounded delicious.

"Why the extensive tea collection?" Not even you, a certified caffeine addict, had this much tea in your house. Coffee was a different story and one in which you didn't want to talk about.

"They help me with my meditation." He took the teabags and placed them in his glass mugs. They had a delicate Gucci stamp on them, and you just imagined that they probably worth the same amount as your daily salary.

"You meditate?" You were slightly surprised that he did.

"I try to yeah." Harry nodded, focusing on pouring in the boiling water into the mugs. "I've got very tight hamstrings and so it helps if I meditate twice a day."

Harry finished making the tea, in the light-filled kitchen, before showing you around to the open-lounge area. Everything was modern and chic. It was exactly how you imagined it, but better. The open, red-brick, wall was a beautiful feature and one that you were a whore for! It reminded you of New York and the memories you'd made there one summer.

The sofa was a beautiful velvet, green, sofa. It was soft and gentle, a lot like Harry when you thought about it. The whole house was an architectural masterpiece and you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous. You sat on one end and Harry went to go and sit on the other end.

"I don't bite you know?" You joked, self-consciously wondering whether he didn't want to be sat near you.

"I know, I just don't want to step on any of your covid boundaries - which is perfectly fine by the way." He added, apprehensively taking the spot next to you.

"No, not at all." You ushered him to sit next to you, as you took a sip from your steaming hot cup of fruity tea. "If I smell though, do tell me!"

"Yeah, you smell bloody awful!" Harry sarcastically remarked, but laughing afterwards to assure you he was joking. The atmosphere went quiet for a minute, only the sounds of passing cars and deep breaths being heard.

"Y/N can I ask you something?" Harry turned the tone of the conversation. It sounded like he wanted to be more serious than you two were being beforehand.

"Anything." You encouraged him to continue. You placed the cup of tea down on the table, deciding it was too hot to drink right now, and gave him your full attention.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Harry questioned. You didn't think you'd be having a conversation this intense - especially if you had different opinions - on your first day of knowing each other, but here you were.

"I believe you can love someone at first sight. I don't believe you can be in love with someone at first sight. Why?" You were curious as to how his brain had journeyed to this particular topic. You'd never really had this conversation with anyone before, mainly because you were unaware of the true power, and meaning, of love.

"It uh... It doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and you could tell by his body language that he was shutting you out. Maybe you'd made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"No, no. Please don't apologise. It's just - I like you a lot more than you may think." Harry shyly told you, which made you all soft inside. He was being vulnerable and that was something you admired in a partner. You didn't just need love, affection and trust in a relationship. No. You needed vulnerability and heartbreak too, and Harry was revealing that part of him to you.

"I like you a lot more than you think too." You repeated, not because you felt bad for him but because you truly did like him a whole lot. Love was a weird yet wonderful thing, and if you were to hazard a guess you'd say you loved Harry.

You couldn't wait to be in love with him.

"Does that mean I get to crown you my girlfriend?" Harry excitedly asked. Harry happy was something that should be made a constant, and you were more than happy to be in control of that.

"At least take me out first." You bargained, wishing for nothing more than to go on a date with Harry. Where you'd go, you had no idea. Everything was closed right now and there was still the chance of becoming sick with corona, but no doubt Harry would think of something not only clever, but special.

Of course you'd love to be Harrys girlfriend. However, you wanted one more, official, opportunity to really get to know him - unprofessionally. You wanted to make sure that you knew, and he knew, that you wanted to be with him because he was the charming Harry you've come to love, not because he was Harry Styles.

"So you're allowing me to take you on a date?" Harry smirked like a little child, your heart fluttering at how excited he was to be able to treat you to dinner.

"Yes, Harry. Yes I am." You answered sweetly, offering him the cutest smile you could.

You can't believe what a turn of events today has been. You've gone from nearly writing yourself on Harrys enemy list to writing yourself on to his 'people he's dated' list. Who knows what the future would offer you. At the start of the day you had wished this whole day to end and for the ground to just swallow you up, now you never wanted it to end. It was too perfect to be true and yet it was.

Harry was the most wonderful human to exist and you were beyond surprised to be the one to catch his attention. You didn't understand why you were so special, but it was nice to feel like this for a change. It was nice to feel wanted.

••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

It had been such a crazy few months. Harry religiously took you out on dates every week. Whether it be to grab a hotdog at a local diner, a coffee from a quaint cafe, a walk in Hyde Park or a late-night drive around London - which normally ended up with you falling asleep before you could make it back to yours. On sleepless jet-lagged nights he'll still drive through London's quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way, just as an excuse to spend time with you.

Harry often stayed over at yours. Even though you looked like you lived in a shoebox compared to Harry, he liked it. He liked the subtly and normality of it all. He wanted your life to remain as normal as possible and, apart from the occasional paparazzi incident, it did. You never had anything to complain about. Of course the online bullying created emotional wounds, at the start of your relationship, but it was nothing that Harry couldn't repair with a bit of love.

Lisa has nominated herself to be maid-of-honour when the day comes - if the day comes. Harry has already pinky sworn that you are it for him. The one, as some may say. You were utterly flattered, but you certainly unsure of what the future help for you both.

You loved Harry, you do love Harry and you will forever always love Harry.

It was ridiculous to think that all this stemmed from you working at Vogue. From you studying English Literature in a city away from London. From you dedicating you extra hours gaining work experience and money to be able get in and afford university. So many moments in life have you stopped and said 'i wish i hadn't have done that', but now you were convinced that they were the best things to have happened to you - because they lead you, all, to Harry.

And, being Harry Styles girlfriend was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

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CHAN:

You understood how busy Chan got whenever he was in the zone working on a new album or just some songs he and the boys were having fun but it didn't mean you liked it. Whenever he got too into something it was as if the rest of the world no longer existed to him, you knew it wasn't personal since his music meant everything to him but it had been over a week of no attention from him and you were starting to get moody about it. If Chan was always at work you didn't have someone to cuddle up to apart from Felix so that was what you did, you began cuddling up to Felix on a night since you both needed to hold something to fall asleep.

"Lix?" Chan's voice rang out as he walked into the dorms at 3 am one morning to find you curled up in front of Felix, his arm draped along your stomach to make sure you didn't fall off in your sleep.

"What are you guys doing?" Chan chuckled weakly as he caught the sight of you both laying together the way you were, he knew there was no reason for him to feel jealous but he couldn't help it.

"He's cuddling me because someone has been too busy to," You grumbled too tired to say anything, you simply rolled over and snuggled your head into Felix as he continued to try and go back to sleep.

"Oh, so you went to the next Australian?" Chan chuckled as he watched you, reaching out his hand to stroke your cheek softly, he'd missed you incredibly all week and he didn't blame you for going to someone else for cuddles.

"Well I went to Hyunjin but he was busy too," You joked, whining as Chan lifted you up from the sofa and began carrying you in the direction of his bedroom but you pouted at him,

"Are you going to pout all night?" You nodded in answer to his question and he chuckled, laying down on the bed.

"Even if I said I'm done with working for now?" That was all it took for you to wrap your arms around his body and hold him as tightly as you possibly could, not daring to let go even for a second.

MINHO:

"You've been like this all week! What's the problem?!" Minho snapped as he tried getting you to speak to him but you just looked at him with a blank stare. All week he'd been ignoring you, not giving you enough attention and the petty side of you decided to do the same thing to him ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment to see how long it would take him to crack. The answer was about three days before he finally noticed you weren't asking him for cuddles all of the time or begging for his attention.

"You're ignoring me? How mature of you?" He quipped sarcastically as he sat down on the sofa next to you but you scoffed in his direction,

"You're the one who didn't give me any attention this week! It's taken you three days to notice I'm ignoring you," You whined out, folding your arms across your chest kind of like a child whenever they didn't get something that they wanted.

"So you ignored me to get attention?" He chuckled watching you as you continued to pout, turning away from him but all he did was wrap his arms around you and drag you into his embrace.

"I didn't mean to, you know how things have been lately," He whispered in your ear, leaving small and soft kisses up and down your skin that made your whole body tingle.

"I guess this makes up for it," You laughed as he continued to kiss you, not letting you go for even a second.

CHANGBIN:

Instead of begging and fighting for Changbin's attention, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, whatever he was working on was clearly important to him so you began to spend time by yourself. Getting into reading until you found a book you couldn't put down but then, of course, Chanbin was done with his projects and wanted to give you all his time and attention but your head was so into the book you barely even noticed that he was there. Ignoring him as you flipped through the pages of a book, lost so deeply that you could imagine the world around you, all of it playing in your head like a small movie.

"Y/n?" You looked up to see Changbin holding up your favourite fast food with a cheesy grin on his face as you finally looked at him.

"Now you're paying attention to me?" He asked sarcastically as you put the book down onto the table in front of you,

"I think you'll find it was the other way around," You mumbled to him, taking the bag from his hands and heading over into the kitchen as he followed behind you.

"I give you all my attention-"

"You've barely spoken to me all week," You didn't mean to sound as pissed off as you did but it hurt that your boyfriend had been ignoring you for so long and was now pissed at you for doing the exact same thing.

"I was giving you a taste of your own medicine," You quipped, throwing a chip at him for him to catch in his mouth, he chuckled wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"Then from here by out, I promise to give you all of my attention and if I can't you have permission to sit on my lap until I do," As he finished his sentence he fed you a chip and you smiled at him, kissing his lips softly.

"Deal."

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin was almost always busy with something so not getting attention from him was kind of hard sometimes, he would be busy with dance practise and other things he was doing but somehow he would make time for you. It was only occasionally he would get so busy he barely knew what time of day it was and you would have to force him into staying with you, holding you, giving you the attention you craved but it wasn't for selfish reasons you had to make sure he was taking care of himself.

"I bought lunch, sit," You ordered as you walked into the dance studio to find Hyunjin panting and sweating heavily from his routines he was doing, he looked at you before going back to dancing to the music.

"Hyunjin." You warned him, placing the food down onto the computer desk where you could easily turn off the music and force him into interacting with you but he groaned, looking over at you.

"I have to practice-"

"No, you have to eat. Chan said you skipped breakfast," You turned off the dance track and walked over to him, waving the bag under his nose as you told him what you'd made for lunch for the pair of you, forcing him to sit down and give you attention while also making sure he was taking care and looking after himself.

“Fine but only because it’s my favorite,” He lied as he sat down on the floor he knew it was only because you’d brought him the food. If anyone else had turned off the music mid-session there would have been harsh words exchanged but he couldn’t be harsh to you when he knew you were only looking out for him. He smiled as you fed him, dragging you close to him as you both cuddled together and ate lunch.

JISUNG:

All of Jisung's attention had been on a new video game that he seemed to be obsessed with as of late, spending hours and hours playing it and if he wasn't playing the game he was working or sleeping you barely got to see him.

"Jisung?" You asked as you walked into the bedroom to find him with his head in the console once again, you held onto the towel that was around your body debating whether or not to drop it in front of him or not. It was something you'd been seeing all over the internet, people who couldn't get their partners to notice them would shower and drop the towel in front of them.

"Sungie," You cooed at him slowly taking off the towel and dropping it by his feet but he didn't even look up, his eyes were glued to the screen so you rolled your eyes, picking up the towel you turned to leave when the door opened,

"Jisung it's my turn-AH!" Jeongin let out a loud scream as he covered his eyes, Jisung stood up in a rush and covered you with his body to stop the Maknae from seeing what he wasn't supposed to.

"What are you doing walking around Naked?! Why did you walk in without knocking?!" He yelled out at the both of you while a bright red Jeongin backed out of the room not wanting to respond to anything,

"You weren't giving me attention, I dropped the towel to get it." You whined as you finally admitted how needy you had been feeling for him to even look at you lately, as soon as he heard what was wrong he sighed and brought you into a hug.

"I'm sorry babe...I guess I have been a little preoccupied-"

"A little?" You questioned sassily, raising your eyebrow as he blushed and looked down at the floor.

"Maybe a lot." He chuckled, kissing your forehead as he promised to give you more attention than he had been.

FELIX:

Felix knew whenever he wasn't giving you enough attention because you would cuddle up to him more and more, not letting him go for a second as you were desperate for him to hold you. It wasn't often that he would be so busy he couldn't even talk to you but when it happened he felt bad about it, he tried to do what he could but he couldn't always be there for you.

"Did you miss me? I can't tell," He joked sarcastically as you cuddled up beside him, holding onto his arm tightly as he attempted to leave you alone but you weren't going to let him, you continued to hold him. He'd just come home from a busy day and wanted to sleep beside you but the boys were calling him for dinner,

"You're not allowed to leave unless I'm coming with," You joked, kissing his cheek as he held onto you tightly telling you he would be right back and he would have food when he came back, supplies for your endless night of cuddles.

“But you’re leaving,” You whined jokingly as he continued to get out of your grasp, laughing as you tried to stop him from leaving the dorm room despite that he would be coming back within seconds.

SEUNGMIN:

More often than not you knew Seungmin would sometimes pretend to pay attention to you when he was really ignoring you and had no idea what you were talking about. It had gotten worse lately when he would zone out in your conversations when you were trying to tell him about your day or asking him about his day.

"Yeah and then-" You stopped speaking once you saw that he was nodding along while staring at his phone so you decided to put it to the test,

"Then the chicken jumped up onto my work desk and started dancing and singing to Miroh," He didn't even flinch so you stared at him as you kept making things up to see if he would notice,

"It could rap Jisung's lines really well, I think it said it was going to audition to be a part of 3Racha so they could become 4Racha," Jisung looked up from his phone as he heard this and wondered what you were doing until he saw Seungmin's head in his phone.

"I made out with Jisung," You lied as you stared directly at him, again there was no reaction so Jisung decided to join in,

"Y/n and I had sex in your bed." Nothing. You huffed, folding your arms over your chest and pouting as you gave up on the silly idea that you could get your boyfriend to give you attention.

"You didn't really make out with him...Right?" Seungmin whispered a little while later when Jisung had left the room, you turned to look at him and he was blushing.

"I heard everything, I was just too tired to respond...I'm sorry." He whined as you snuggled into his arms, kissing his chest softly.

JEONGIN:

When Jeongin got stressed he seemed to push everything away from him, he wanted to make sure what he was working on had his 140% in it, wanting whatever it was to be perfect for the fans and the boys and you knew that which was why you'd given him some space but as time passed it was beginning to worry you. There were no texts, calls or even a signal that he was doing okay, if it wasn't for the boys you wouldn't have known what he was doing.

"When did you get here?" Jeongin asked as he panted heavily, you looked up from the book you were reading and smiled at him, it was nice to see he was finally back in the room.

"About three hours, you hadn't noticed because you were practising so hard," You bookmarked the page you were on and got up to go over and hug him, not caring that he was covered in sweat you were just glad he finally acknowledged that someone else was in the room with him again.

"You need to shower, I'm cooking at the dorms with Seungmin later," You tapped his chest, leaning up to give him a kiss on the lips as you smiled at him, not even upset that he had been too busy to call or text, you knew he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered to you.

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