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suckitdeku · 4 months ago

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Hisoillu Week(end)

Prompt (08/23): past (first encounter)

Hisoka (24yo) was bored. He needed a new playmate. Illumi Zoldyck (21yo) just fell into his trap.

TW: blood, homie-cide, probably a violent family, stalkering, sexual references, so on and so forth... but just slightly :) also some typos.

This came out by the headcanon that my dear @lumizold and I had about their meeting. We also roleplayed it and it was the time of my life istg. Guess who roled who. Actually pretty easy. Too easy maybe. But here I tried to wrote them both on my own, and he liked the result, so i guess this is... good! At the very least. So shoutout to him for helping me understand better this difficult and majestic character, illumi zoldyck. He's now the boy of my life. And if it wasn't for him, i couldn't have written this as canonic as it- should be? is? well it's just conjugetion, we don't really care.

Enjoy!

Illumi was in the airship, heading towards a spot in the Padokea region where he got an assignment. A very important assignment... which would have made lots of money, according his grandfather Zeno, who just congratuled him for the assignment received. Well, if the Zoldycks' bank account was happy, the Zoldycks would have been happy too. Right?

He didn't question about it, but he had to admit that the request was pretty weird. Asking to a family of assassins for protection wasn't impossible, nor improbable, but... unusual? definiterly the most unusual thing ever happened to him. His square mind couldn't can a so shapeless thought... it was worst than having an uncovered glass of water in your car while speeding... and drifting. Up a montain road. Through sharp bends. In short, the water spills everywhere and you can't keep it in the glass, where it should have been since the beginning... if there were salted pistachios in that glass, they wouldn't have flown all over. Like the water did. He hated water as a kitten does.

Sitting straight and perfectly still in his second class seat, he kept overthinking his job assignment.

He knew little to nothing about it. Nothing too useful, and that was the reason he was ruminating the best way to make things work in case something went wrong upon his arrival.

A wealthy mafia boss has been repeatedly harassed by a real weirdo, whose incredible strength frightened all of his guards (all the hundred persons designated on working on his safety were terrified by him). He followed him everywhere he went, he stopped him to talk and ask him very molest questions. There, he had obtained this description of him: he was a molest man, tall and muscular with "shoulders like this" (you would say it's an accurate description), with magenta hair pulled back that stayed like this as if under an enchantment, a strange clown make-up with a little star and a teardrop under each eye, odd clothes with card suits motif and ridiculous shoes (again, what an accurate description...), but his voice was mellifluous and hardly you could discern his gentleness and his way of fooling you. It was so stressful, dealing with him. And therefore he was easily recognizable.

Illumk kept looking outiside the window.

The mysterious, molest clown was, among other things, a violent. He threatened to kill him in exactly five days, and already got in a fight with his guards, snuck in his super-secured estate's garden... well, he was a public manace walking on well-functioning legs. Illumi already thought that making those legs useless could be a good idea... but the client commissioned the homicide before he could pull out a joke of his, and so be it. In faxt, his job made more sense this way. Protect the client... by killing an enemy. Yes. This way, now, even the water in the glass had become governable in that devious journey.

And he went back to staring out the window.

He just wanted to go back home and see how his little brother Killua was handling their father's care.

?!?

Illumi felt dumbfounded. He wasn't effectively shocked, but... he still was speechless, his big black eyes whose pupils couldn't stand out over their irides were drawn towards the silent estate in front of him.

Corpses.

Corpses, corpses, corpses.

Corpses everywhere in the garden. Were they planted there as decorations, in order to scare the most cowards or were they there to give troubles to the one who had hired them?

One of the floor lamp along the walkaway had been blown. Something was stuck in it, and had short out part of the electric system, and now it was slowly catching fire.

It was... a playing card.

So, he really was dealing with a clown.

As if he was terrified, in that catatonic state of his, Illumi started running through the corpses, jumping over the blood puddles on his way, without sparing a glance at the deads' abhorrent expressions.

He really felt a bit of dread.

If... he failed...

He would not receive his payment! Those two- really serious parents perfectly capable of taking absolutely rational and logic decisions didn't get paid up front. Once, he tried to advice them about that little, hazardous detail... but after receiving that slap from his father, he couldn't even remember what was so hazardous about getting paid when the job was finished. And now they risked receiving nothing.

And yet, Illumi was right on time... he got embarked like a robot on the first available transportation, with the confidence that the clown would have made his appearence in eighteen hours circa... instead, the clown arrived and made them all dead. Deads. Deads everywhere.

Deads everywhere in every hallway he passed through. Was that a finger, that one he was seeing hanging on the wall with a card? Oh, yeah, it really was a finger. A little finger. Certainly a little finger, because the severed hand five meters further ahead was missing a little finger.

Macabre and thorny details passed under his unperturbed glare to embed in his mind, as if pinning them with pins on an enormous board. It was the summary of all the things he should be reporting his dad, along with his ass in order to let him whip it to a pulp, probably.

He began to spy a room, the only one with an open door, the warm light escaping by slithering through the threshold.

Corpses. Corpses everywhere. A man hanging on the wall, and one crawling to the door to escape, were the ones who immediately caught his big eyes.

A mature man, around his 50s and bald, was being held by the throat by... a... a guy really tall, and big... with a giggle sweet as honey, kind of mellifluous, his pale, muscular arms with protruding veins stretched towards the adult. Something about his appearence seemed off, but he didn't pay that much attention.

He was toying with the man. Like a white kitten pawing maliciously at a tailless lizard, already mortally wounded by his claws and canines. The man almost didn't try to free himself, but he looked like he was waiting for a miracle, a small glimmer of salvation to get his paws off of him.

They were the only ones alive.

— Oh, I guess I have visitors~

His murmur wasn't directed to anyone buy the adult between his hands, who he hold tightly. His face was vermilion. He could already see, already imagine them, some ecchymosis in his eyes, the attempts to free himself getting irregular and limp, his strangled sounds disappearing...

He finally showed himself up, throwing one of his pins already infused with Nen against the clown.

He, just as an expert performer in the circus, looked like he was expecting the pin as if it was a circus act he and his most trustworthy partner tried a thousand times. He moved even before the pin was ready to be flung, and... that was a matter of instants.

He bend his knees, threw back his head and all of his body. His back was a perfect arch in that pose so uncomfortable and artistic altogether. His hair, apparently with nothing left to hold it up, were now slipping across his face with oh so perfect features.

He abruptly released his victim in order to stay in that position, and the man stumbled in place for a single moment.

And threw himself back onto the clown, taking a breath in the process.

He jolted. Illumi, inside his soul, did the same.

The pin ended up on his jugular, and the man kept a hand on his neck, dazed. From the way he staggered you could tell he was dizzy.

With a wince which made him lose his playful smirk, the clown crouched down, ready to spring into action. His hair was in plac- his hair was in place, when had he recombed them?

He was glaring at the pin, without worrying about Illumi two meters away from them. He glared it. And glared at the man, while he was taking the unusual weapon and removing it from his neck. It was disgust. Disgust for his stupidity.

The man tumbled with a thud. His vertigo more dizzy than before with every squirt of blood gushing out the wound, now more deadly than before.

— Everyone knows that wounds with the weapon still inside should not be touched.

Both him and the Zoldyck watched him pant with wide eyes. The realization about his screw-up had hit him hard, just like the thought he was dying. The unknown man, pulling out a playing card, wondered if the victim of that cruel fate was thinking of something in particular: a warm greeting to his liver or the burning desire to spit on his father's and his assassin's tomb. They observed his life slip away from his eyes.

— If the weapon is still inside, you still have the chance to save your life yourself.

A strangled sound.

His eyes glassy.

An embarassing silence. The Zoldyck was stuck and static. He wasn't swinging lightly on his own feet. He wasn't shifting his weight from a side to the other, and he wasn't looking away from the new cadaver, still warm. He looked nervous in his own way. He was extremely illegible.

— Don't tell me that the one whose life I just casually took away was the mafia boss who instructed me to kill you.

— No no~ — the stranger laughed, turning to face him. That Zoldyck was so ugly and ungroomed... black hair cutted in a bob, his athletic figure concealed by a banal track suit in unattractive colors or... generally not very colorful. And it was such a shame, because his doll-like eyes, his perfect and also symmetric features, summed up with those thin, pinky lips with an adorable shape were really attractive. — He was head of the guards.

— So where did you left the person I'm looking for?

— Right at your feet, asking for mercy~

Illumi lowered his gaze. There was the man he previously saw, ho looked like he was crawling for his dear life.

Illumi took a deep breath, staring at him without batting an eye. Literally. Not a movement. He didn't even looked mad. No throbbing vein on his neck. Nor sweat droplets.

The maniac tried to incite him.

— I got bored waiting for you~ I decided to kill time playing cat and mouse. Or mice~ obviously you can see they're city mice~ they didn't run away from me well enough... I had to kill 'em all to satisfy my bloodlus-

The Zoldyck turned around, and calmly started walking away.

The maniac stayed there, looking at the threshold, batting his lashes with surprise.

Was he dumb?

He jogged after him, as if nothing had happened.

!?!

— Weren't you going to kill me~?

— Stop moaning and lower your voice.

— Coomee ooon~ answer me~

— I haven't been paid.

— Yeah, no shit, you didn't finish your job yet if I'm still alive~

— He who hired me is dead. The contract is no longer valid. I'm going back home.

— To mommy and daddy, huh~?

— Yes. If I'm going back home I'm going back to them. Not to other people.

— And don't you want to entertain yourself with me, killing time together~?

— No. I don't have time.

— Yes you have, that guy's dead and no one can disturb us while we're getting to... know each other~

That maniac was sticling his hands out too much. Yep. Pretty molest. He slapped them away, and the man groaned in pleasure.

— No. I have to go back home and explain this trouble.

— So~? I took away your assignment, you should be mad, or scared of their reactions~

— I'm just pensive.

— What else~?

He developed him in his sticky embrace, whispering in his ear. He believed he was pushing him into talking about more interesting matters, with his own hands brushing and caressing his hips, because he felt shivers running on his skin.

— I feel like. Having a lollipop.

— Here, take it, babyboy.

The Zoldyck, amazed, turned to face him, still in his embrace, as if it was nothing. His eyes weren't surprised, but his arched brows definitely were. Now they were both still, one before the other, and were looking at each other. Then, his black eyes slowly drifted away from the stranger's pure gold irises to halt on his lightly stretched-out hand.

Between tapering fingers, tightly hold between long and sharp nails, there was a small lollipop.

He batted his lashes and took it. It was as thin as a card, under his fingertip, and... seemed a card, for real.

— Are you kidding me?

The lollipop, point of contention of the two hands, suddenly became a card. A jolly.

Too fun. He was being sarcastic.

The man smiled like a fox, his lips stretched and closed, eyes narrowed. — It's a trick~

Illumi squeezed his eyelids, unamused, and took some distance from him to look at his face. His make-up was odd, it was true. He just noticed it. It seemed like a make-up for clown, maybe because of the teardrop and the tiny star, but... clowns didn't paint their face that way. They were... so colourful and showy.

His gaze wenr back to normal, while the man kept staring at him. — You... are not the clown I was looking for, right?

The man lost his smile, and gazed at him. His eyes had lost their light. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself either. — I am a magician, little Zoldyck.

And he parted his lips in a "o", his brows lightly arched as if comprehensive. — So you're not who I'm looking for. — and he added under his breath that, in fact, the magician make-up wasn't included in the identikit, and that he was licky he recognized it. The man's frown deepened.

— I indeed am the one~ you silly~

— No, you're wrong. I'm looking for a clown. He looks exactly like you... but he paints his face like a clown.

— You dummy, I'm the one who persecuted your client~ I did it on purpose, in order to lure you here~

The Zoldyck parted again his thin lips in a "o" shape, and his eyebrows raised, too. Maybe he realized he was in a trap.

— But I was told to look for a clown... you're a magician, I noticed it.

— I am a magician, my name's Hisoka, — he spelled his introduction for the idiot. — As a matter of fact, however, I get mistaken for... a cheap clown.

— Clowns are not cheap. — said the young man. On second thought, he looked really young — They make you laugh, scared and kill people.

— Only in horror movies.

— My life is a horror movie.

Hisoka smiled a little hearing those words. — You're an enjoyable person, little Zoldyck~

— I'm not little. I'm the firstborn.

— But how~ how old are-

He got interrupted by an unpleasant noise. In the quiet of the night, to sweep away the blissful and relaxing sensation of the humid air brushing the naked skin, several sirens got closer to the location of the slaughter.

The Zoldyck started running to the woods. Hisoka, without missing a bit, followed right after.

— And here I thought you enjoyed attention, all eyes on you. — the Zolduck murmured, between a long stride and the other. — Back there, there are lots of eyes ready to watch you and lots of hands ready to catch you.

— But no one could do it like you~

That answer didn't break him down, instead he quickened his pase. Hisoka was stalking him.

— You still haven't ask me a single thing. — he said after one minute of jogging in the wood.

The Zoldyck didn't spare him a single look. — I don't care.

— But we're walking together~

— You're following me.

— Talk to me, coomee oonnn~

— I gotta go.

Hisoka grabbed him in his embrace, forcing the other to stop.

— What's your name~?

— I have no time. — was his crude response

He found himself pointing a pin against his throat, and his Adam's apple grazed it as it bobbed to swallow and moan.

But Hisoka craved for more. He crawled over his body as if he were dying. He didn't care about the pin, may the pain be welcomed, on the contrary. But he needed to be with him.

— I'm bored~ so bored~ I need... someone on my level to fight with~ I've set a trap for you to meet you, little Zoldyck.

So he had revealed his cards. I hoped to intrigue him. It had to intrigue him. He had to get it out of that head somehow. Maybe it would all end in a bloodbath.

But the Zoldyck just kept glaring at him. — I'm sorry. I can't stay here risking to het caught. If you know my surname, you also know my family and the rumors going around us.

Hisoka nodded, purring on him. He wasn't trying to leave his arms anymore. — No one know your names and your faces, so infamous in everywhere in Padokea~

— My father would not appreciate me ending up in jail. — he pointed out. — I don't know about you, but I don't want to get arrested.

Hisoka's face leaned over towards his. — When will I see you again, then~?

And the young man allowed himself to be deceived. He paid no attention to that touch, to those hungry looks, and only said a few words.

— Are you able to remember phone numbers?

A shiver run down his spine. A Zoldyck's phone number was the best he could hope for, obviously after a fuck/fight with one of them. — Ohh~ well, yes, yeah...

— I'm going to tell you. — he cutted short.

But Hisoka moaned, attaching himself on his body. Illumi felt with a growing embarrassment... something poking against his hips. — Oh no, just not right away~ if you write it on my arm... I'll show you a trick and no one will see your number~

The young man stayed still, looking at him. In silence. His eyes shone a bit. — A magic trick?

— I'm a magician for a reason~

He batted his lashes. — Arm. — he streched out his hand.

Hisoka vibrated with excitement, extending it to to him, nonchalantly. He still had his lips streched in that fox-like smirk of his. — How merciful of you~ you allow me to still stay close to you and give me such a cuddle~? I must seem to you to be on the verge of death and in need of one last wish~

The young Zoldyck took something out of his pocket. A small pin, so sharp, the top of it green. Slowly, looking at him in the eye, he started likinv it, his pink tongue leaving saliva at every lick.

Hisoka didn't know exactly what that little show he was witnessing was, but he knew that he didn't mind it at all. His throbbing member between his legs told him so. The warm pang in his stomach told him so. The eyes that became pools of liquid gold at the heavenly sight.

When it was all nice and moist, he dully took it away from his mouth.

— Are you going to write with that~?

— Yes. How are you going to hide the number?

— With my favorites Nen technique, of course~

He carried it lightly against his skin. He pressed the tip gently, and when he broke the skin a trickle of blood flowed calmly.

The night was torn from its quiet by the moans and cries of pleasure of a man, sweetly tortured by a very nice, unique and skilled assassin, who loved to dilate time under his expert touch to prick it with pins.

Hisoka couldn't remember ever feeling so excited.

When their paths separated, the young assassin had discovered that Bungee-gum has the properties of both rubber and gum, and Texture Surprise could be very useful in cases where the wounds needed to be hidden in some way, and Hisoka had discovered that the person with whom he had pleasantly spent minutes of total ecstasy was called Illumi Zoldyck, and that his telephone number was... divine when written in blood.

#hisoillu weekend #hunter x hunter #hxh #hisoillu #first encounter #omg i did it #omg im so late #omg im so lame #omg i need sleep #fanfic

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cliozaur · 6 months ago

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When you run out of your canon-era fanfics, you start looking for AUs and crossovers. And it’s such an enormous topic to discuss! I would like to start with some recs (we're talking Valvert fanfics, of course). Some authors are just so good and creative when it comes to AUs.

A Change of a Bizarre Kind by M_Moonshade (set in MsM) – I will never shut up about it! It’s a crossover of Les Mis and Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It’s written amazingly well and has a non-linear narrative. Javert fighting for control and losing it is breathtaking. One of my favourite fanfic Javerts! Caring and overprotective Valjean is what most of us love. Fantine survives and is the only reasonable person around those two. And they have adventures! Dr. Jekyll is, of course, a perfect villain! One of my favourite Valvert fanfics.

What Sort of Devil also by M_Moonshade (set in Paris). This time Valjean is a vampire, self-sacrificing and caring. Javert is exercising and excelling in self-deception. They have even more adventures, and this time Thénardier is the villain. The author’s style is, as always, excellent, and the author’s comments are hilarious.

The next three fics took me time to dare to read. AUs and descriptions can make you dumbstruck, but they turned out to be excellent pieces: well-written, thoroughly thought out. The AUs are well-designed, logical, and well-explained. Javert and Valjean both have recognizable characters, excellent at teasing each other. Their dialogues are highly entertaining and amusing. These fics are good from the point of view of historical details – if the author decides to be anachronistic, it’s for a reason, and it’s explained.

Guard’s Law, Con’s Heart by Xythia (set in Toulon, but it’s 1823). To be honest, I only risked reading it because of Toulon. It’s described as a BDSM universe, which initially did not inspire me. But I gave it a chance and never regretted it. This universe has its rules, and they are not what you expect. They influence social structure and traditions, and it’s all explained and well-used for the plot. Something bad starts happening at the beginning, but Javert arrives on time to stop and prevent it. He takes responsibilities he himself did not expect. Then Javert and Valjean interact and communicate with each other, and it’s such a pleasure and entertainment to follow their exchanges! And I usually do not appreciate OCs, but here I enjoyed them.

Winter Wolf also by Xythia (set in MsM). I already knew what to expect from the author, so even the obscure AU of Sentinels and Guides did not stop me. I had never heard of this AU, but it was not difficult to figure out what it is. A bit slow at the beginning, but then it gets excellent. Signature dialogues, development of relationships, adventures. And one of the best young Cosettes ever written. She is really an amazing little creature.

Eggy series also by Xythia (set in Toulon, and it’s again 1823). This time, one of them (Valjean) is a dragon-shapeshifter. But even as a dragon, he is unmistakably recognizable as Valjean. The world of people and dragons has its history and rules, and they are very well explained. Signature dialogues, good OCs. It really may sound strange as an AU, but it’s worth reading.

#valvert #valvert fanfics #recs #javert #jean valjean #cosette

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hellsdisneyprincess · 4 days ago

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Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you to @danger-tits-lute

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

168,636

Though if I were to add the word count from fics I hadn't posted there, that's an additional 10,263 words of published fic. Those can be found here (the full collection of my writing partner and I's Treasure Planet collaboration). Technically they weren't posted to AO3 or Fanfic.net since neither my writing partner nor I felt it right to post in those places since some of those fics only the worlds are used. Mostly moments and stories for our main OC's.

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

Turning a Blind Mind (My Hero Academia)

No Eye for Design (My Hero Academia)

Pressed Flowers (My Hero Academia)

Stolen Valor (Treasure Planet)

A Waltz to Remember (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to though I don't end up always doing so. I don't think I did in the beginning? But I can't quite recall.

Do you write crossovers?

Yes and no. My Treasure Planet universe with my writing partner has specific crossovers with Tarzan and Atlantis: The Lost Empire, but in those cases it was more because they fit into the late Victorian, early Edwardian time frame that Treasure Planet is loosely based on, and we were able to adapt them to Treasure Planet's generous setting. Definitely not something I do lightly.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Not that I don't like smut, I just haven't written it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh the vast majority of my Treasure Planet stuff was a co-writing situation. The only reason any of those fics got longer than a chapter was because of my writing partner lol.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'll give two answers since my actual absolute favorite ship to write was a pair of OC's my partner and I wrote for: Dr. Eleanor Gray and Charlotte Ko. GUUUH I love them. As far as characters that actually exist in other works, I very much enjoyed writing for Erasermic in My Hero Academia.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

As much as it pains me, probably Ascent. I started it because I was in a sort of dark place in my life, but I also wanted to prove that I could write a longer fic WITHOUT my partner. Yeah, well, it was clear how THAT went. There was also a fic that I wanted to do since I was helping John's Hopkins with a research project that included the Spanish Flu Pandemic as a scenario basis as it was 100 years since that event. It was going to be the Treasure Planet characters dealing with a pandemic in Port Crescentia with Dr. Gray being the highlight as the main medical professional. I got delayed because of grad school and another fic, but when I was finally ready to start? The Covid pandemic hit and things got a bit TOO real. Maybe one of these days I'll go back to it, but it was very uncanny.

What are your writing strengths?

If you ask my writing partner, it would be brevity. Not to diss me, but I could distill one of his thoughts much more succinctly. I guess I also enjoy domestic fluff a LOT. Though I don't know if I'd say I'm GOOD at it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description, I think. Especially visually. Follow through on anything that I can't get done in one sitting. Two max.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Cheap shot and going with Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss. I RP in it but I haven't made official fics yet. Though I've written some drabbles for friends, but I've never published them anywhere. Not sure if I want to since those are often highly specific AU's or scenarios.

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

Two answers on this one too. The best time I had writing a fic was actually entirely OC's in the Treasure Planet setting. Training Day is about some Navy Medics in training going through an unconventional exercise intended to get them ready for a chaotic battle scenario. I was crying laughing through part of it. For one with canon characters? Really hard to chooooose but I think No Eye for Design. It and its sequel were more about me working through what it means to me to have aphantasia. While its predecessor, Turning a Blind Mind, is probably more meaningful, this one has some cute fluff I greatly enjoyed. As a bonus, my favorite scene ever to write was actually in Atlantis Returns. No spoilers, but Kida merges with the Heart of Atlantis and while my partner wrote most of it or we were collaborative, I wrote that scene entirely myself. Just really proud how it came out.

Tagging: .... idk who among here writes fic that is published to AO3 but if you see this and want to do it, let me know and let me SEE.

#megs the mun #dash games

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greatbigbellies · 1 year ago

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ANNOUNCING THE 2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR!

After months (Yes, months) of planning and on and off work throughout this year, I am excited to unveil the 2023 Pregnancy Kink Advent Calendar! From December 1st to December 24th, I have new, unreleased, completely original content going up EVERY day. These range from written kink fics (clocking in at approximately 1k words each with some longer exceptions), some batches of pictures, both bare bellied and with a fake bump, multiple kink audios, AND a video floating around in there! I’ve been working hard planning, writing, recording, and editing everything for this for a while now, and I’m super excited to show it all off. I began work on this back in APRIL, so it’s been a labor of love (pun intended) that I’m really proud to have finished in time for december this year. Those vague calls for kink audio ideas that never seemed to come up again? Those repeat posts asking what people would scribble on my belly? Yeah, those were all for this. Which means if you sent something to me in response to those, congrats, it probably made it in!

So settle in and enjoy! New stuff drops starting 12/1/2023 all the way up to and including christmas eve! This whole thing was a fair bit of work but a LOT of fun to do, and if it gets enough positive interaction, I would be very open to doing it again next year. Check back every day for something new!

Additional details, context, and a bit of “developer commentary” under the cut!

So… what should I expect from this?

This is a larger scale project that I’ve been building for well over half a year, and I did my best to provide some variety to it. There is, of course, some good ol McPreggo content in there. Because it’s one of the most popular things this blog has to offer, I get a ton of asks about it, and it’d be silly of me to not give that crowd some love. That said, if you’re not really into McPreggo or rapid preg as a whole, fret not, there’s lots of other content to enjoy! Most of the written pieces involve longer progressions split over multiple posts. This is by design, because I didn’t want any one post to be too long (advent calendars are supposed to be easily consumed ‘treats’, but not whole presents unto themselves), but it’s hard to do anything meaningful with only 1K words to a post. If you’ve read my older stuff, like some of the comms I fulfilled a few years ago, you know the buildup and foreplay is really my strongest aspect, and it’s no different here (if you haven’t but would like to, the ‘commissions’ and ‘writing’ tags on my blog will take you where you want to go). Nothing in the calendar has any outright SEX scenes in it, but there’s plenty of pregnant contrivances and paragraph long descriptions of heavy bellies that you’ll find something you’ll like! There’s over 13k words cumulatively across all the writing, so there’s a wide breadth to enjoy!

The audios range from 3 and a half to 6 minutes long, with one more experimental, slow burn exception. They range from sweet to spicy, and might be my favorite content in the whole calendar. While previously I had been taking a premise and improvising most of it, these new ones are pretty tightly scripted, and I genuinely think they came out better for it. Less repetition, more creatively, and was able to work in some sound effects to set the scene and tone for some of them. I think you’ll enjoy them!

Outside of that, I’m going to leave the rest as a surprise. Like I said, I’ve got audio, video, pictures, and writing, so there’s a lot to look forward to!

Is this something I’m supposed to pay for?

Absolutely not, this is all free. I made this because I wanted to, and wanted to share it with people. This blog is 5 years old now and is sporting well over 5K followers, which is to say it has way more popularity and staying power than I expected it to when I made it. You guys are great, and wanted to, in my own weird way, treat everyone who has been following, sending asks, and chatting with me so far. If you really genuinely would like to give back, I have tips turned on for my blog, but I’m putting this out there not expecting anything back.

This is THE PEOPLES preg kink content, damnit!

Are you going to do this again next year?

If people enjoy it, then I would like to, yes! I’m not some harsh corporation with strict engagement minimums to uphold, so I don’t know what “enough” interaction looks like to justify a 2024 edition but if people are liking and reblogging, and I get an ask or two about it, then I’d call that a win! It’s just good to know that hard work is appreciated, y’know?

If anyone else out there likes the idea and wants to do something similar, I would be very excited at the prospect of collaborating in the future. It’s not lost on me that this whole production doesn’t have any kink art, but believe me, you don’t want to see me try to draw something resembling a person, let a lone trying to make it sexy. Even if someone wanted to contribute a single article, a written piece, some art, an audio even, even just 1 “day” of content for people to enjoy would be amazing. Any outside contributors would, of course, receive credit for their work and have their main tumblr (or other kink social media) listed in their post.

Honestly, if I had enough people reach out and want to contribute, I would likely just create a separate sideblog JUST for pregnancy fetish advent calendars, so it’s not going up on any ONE contributor’s blog to benefit them above anyone else. I didn’t want to reach out to artists in the community going “hey would you like to draw some free art for this thing I’m doing that I’m gonna post in december, I swear”, because that just reads like a scam. I’m hoping that, having made and rolled out everything myself at least once, it can stand as proof that I am genuine about this kind of thing. A way to prove for someone that has the drive and bandwidth to work on this, that I’m not going to take credit or otherwise run off having gotten free art/work.

If you’re reading this and have something you would be interested in contributing to the calendar next year, my DMs are open, and it is never too early!

Any other questions, or just to share what you think about it all, shoot me an ask or a DM!

#2023 pregnancy kink advent calendar #long post

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letstalkwhump · 2 years ago

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Let's Talk Whump! No. 18

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today.

Today I’m talking whump with the amazing @crash-bump-bring-the-whump!

Great to have you here, @crash-bump-bring-the-whump! Before we begin, do you mind sharing a little bit about yourself?

Hi! I’m Ruin, I’m a graphic designer and I love horror, drawing, and playing video games!

Alrighty, let’s get started! What does whump mean to you?

Whump is the juicy bits of a story! It’s the conflict, the agony, the struggle! The good stuff that we’re all here for.

How did you find the whump community?

I found it because I was poking around for more hurt/comfort things to read! @friendlylocalwhumper and @sweetwhumpandhellacomf were actually the first blogs I followed! Lux and the Hunter, and Valerie and Eos were what inspired me to make my own blog.

Do you feel like your view on whump has changed since you joined?

Ohhh man all that’s super changed is that I’ve found more tropes that I like! I knew fevers and environmental and self-sacrifice whump were favs, like who doesn’t love a good sickfic or someone taking a bullet for their loved one, but I also really really discovered my love of gore and lab whump, which are just amazing.

Everyone’s favourite topic: whump tropes! Which are your favourites?

Oh man, so many right now! I love a good drowning, and bouts of hypothermia are fantastic. Those tend to go hand-in-hand though so I usually feel blessed when I find stuff with those. I also love a good fever, “Stay with me”, kidnapping, and self-sacrifice though I’m not as big a fan of death, so this usually also includes intensive caretaking and probably a lot of worry from the other characters which is also amazing.

And your favourite piece you've written?

Oh this is hard, I have a few favorites!

If I can cheat a little bit and name two, the first is MO-1620, which is my current fav OC Mariano’s prison psych transcript! It was super experimental for me, and I had a blast getting to explore his feelings about his imprisonment and how he sees himself versus the reality of his actions and behavior and circumstances. And the second is my first BTHB 2023 fill, for Possession ! I’d gotten House of Leaves for Christmas one year and the formatting just really grabbed me, so I wanted to try playing with that! Plus I love a good human AU, and my OC Will was too perfect for this prompt.

I love the style and formatting of MO-1620! That’s such a unique idea! Do you have a writing routine?

I usually write during the night! I usually have some flavored water, probably a little snack, and I definitely write best if I can just get a big chunk out at once. I try to write regularly while not putting pressure on myself, so it winds up being every few days at least, unless I’m just super grabbed by something and it won’t let go of my brain.

Is there an easy thing for you to write or anything you struggle with?

Oh I love writing horror. If I can incorporate horror into something, or explore what I think is scary about a situation, then it flows SUPER well. Or if I’m getting to do something with a lot of dialogue. Or lately, smut, because consensual NSFW writing has really been going well too.

I also tend to struggle with delving more into environmental, in-depth descriptions. Or diving hardcore into tactics with my military whump stuff because I…am not a clever man sometimes. Also patiently staying on a linear timeline is the worst. I can never do it. Which sucks, because it puts me in a situation like now, where I KNOW how a bunch of characters WILL be and I want to write about it publicly NOW but first I have to REINTRODUCE them AND get them through the initial “I want to kill you here and now” conflict.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment?

I’m working on so much right now! I do written roleplays, my drafts are 15 posts deep, and that’s not even counting my random google docs. Uh I’m working on introducing Mariano’s war buddies again, a bunch of smut, I have a grim reaper fighting a losing battle against a demon, a prompt game request for a friend, a response piece for my co writer, more therapy vignettes for said war buddies, and– you get the picture!

Sounds like you’re pretty swamped! Do you have any advice you’d like to share?

Write what makes you excited! If you don’t want to read what you’re writing, change it! Make it self indulgent! Make more OCs that are specifically catered to you and what you love and want to see! That’s more fun to read anyway, honestly, I love seeing passion!

Shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone up here!!!

YEAH HERE WE GO! I’ll shout out my co writer @brinkofdiscovery, my bestie @friendlylocalwhumper, my accomplices @comfy-whumpee , @that-one-thespian, and @painful-pooch, uh god there are so many more people. So many people are so sweet! @actress4him, and @inscrutable-shadow, and like everyone in the various servers I’m in, I can’t name everyone or this post would get so obscenely long so quickly…

Anything you'd like to add?

Thank you for this!! It’s super fun to see this happening, and I like getting to see everyone talking about stuff.

Thanks so much for joining us today!

And to all you folks at home, have a whumpder-ful day!

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HELLOWEEN #19: HARLAHAN

-HARLAHAN is a High Buffoon of Hell, with 22 Gladiatorial circuses and 16 eggs of slain High Buffoons. He may teach in the arts of performance and clowning, cause uproarious laughter to the point of pain in the summoner's enemies, and summon great carnivals and places of entertainment.

He appears as a hideous clown with an arm like a bullwhip and the neck of a snake, with one shriveled dragon's wing behind his back-

Torture in Hell is, like most things, a cutthroat competition, so a look at what is considered the "up-and-comers" is perhaps always worthwhile when analyzing.

Such is the case with Harlahan. The entry in the Last Testament appears to have been written before his entry into the field of torture, and the records corroborate this.

He appears to have a background in entertainment, a ruthless field in Hell as the eggs containing the essences of other entertainers he... well, his word for it was "scrambled," can attest. They were, however, doubled from the amount he was stated as having in the Last Testament, perhaps a sign of the times.

Torture is a difficult business to break into at the best of times, and his explanation was that he did something "very funny" that got the attention of those who approve of such things. Judging by the records (mostly redacted) it involved creating a large quantity of corpses.

I must mention, Our "interview" was less an interview and more akin to a sideshow patter, introducing me to his operation in a way that was perhaps akin to a public reputation skit in its attempts to misdirect from any potential failings...

...Hm, I know a stage magician who might have advice on mitigating this matter, noted for later, but I digress. But I did notice some tells.

The prospective torture schema, small scale though they seemed, bore a striking resemblance to the works of Trixoin, not simply in their pacing but even in the core "beats." This seemed to grant them a very confused quality, where they appeared to be emulating both Hell's standard facilities of torture with the methods of Trixoin but ultimately having the advantages of neither.

When asked about this, he paused for a moment, his jocular grin turned sour. Then, as I was about to follow up, the band began to play "Stars and Stripes Forever" very loudly, followed by him stating he could not hear my question and ushering me onward.

Though, I did notice the rapid movement of the crew, and the fact that certain refurbishments seemed somewhat slapdash as I moved through the location, almost Potempkin in quality.

I would have done a follow-up with Trixoin upon this issue, but she appeared to be out on business that an imp told me involved acquiring a large amount of explosives. Hm...

-Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel

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You can probably tell I used a picture of a Joker action figure as a base for this one, and the vibes kinda followed from there to do that sort of "evil clown" thing.

Though, of course, they're a very different shitty clown than The Joker, less unhinged more ruthless plagarist and "entrepreneur," which I think at least turned out fun.

As per usual the whole descriptions, designs, ectcetera from this project are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!

#my art #my writing #helloween #demon #demons #creature design #character design #clown #harlequin

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Comics Fangirl n°4 - Fangirl X

This review is about "Earth X #0"/1999

Plot by Alex Ross & Jim Krueger

Art by Alex Ross, John Paul Leon, Bill Reinhold and Matt Hollingsworth

Welcome back, my muties 💙 Did you miss me? What do you mean "no"?

Today's review is about the beginning of what is often called the "Earth X trilogy".

The comic starts with a short narration by this universe's Aaron Stack, Machine Man. Quite "à propos" for a character created by our lord and master Jack Kirby for a "2001 a space odyssey" comic adaptation, he is visited by his own black monolith.

He is then almost instantly transported to the moon by none other than Uatu, the watcher. He strips him of his "humanity", forcing him to expose his artifical nature. He reinforces that transformation by refusing to address him by his human name, calling him "X-51" instead.

Uatu then proceeds to recount the birth of the human race, following the Celestial's tampering with humanity's genome, "planting a seed". When Aaron contests Uatu's cold description of events, the watcher talks down to him like he would a child. Aaron holds on to his humanity and can't help but confront the watcher on details he disagrees on. The watcher tries his best to force a cold analysis of how the "Age of Heroes" was prepared for by the Celestials and is all part of a grand design. According to him, the events that changed the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, and all the others, only resulted in them gaining their abilities because of the "Celestial seed". By Uatu's account, there are no "accidents", only a master plan that spans millenias.

Uatu continues his description, arriving to what is, at the time of writting "present day". The Watcher tells Aaron he brought him here for a reason. Ironically for a watcher, Uatu cannot see anymore. He needs someone whose mind won't melt in the face of the massive amounts of info to process as a watcher, and Aaron, who he insists on dehumanizing, seems like the perfect candidate...

This concludes the first volume of a saga that spans three dense series. The story starts slow, but trust me it goes places,and covers just about everything in the Marvel catalog at the time.

Ever wondered what's up with the divinities in the Marvel universe? What difference is there between mutants and the rest of the super-powered population? All that and more is addressed in this "trilogy". The themes touched upon are "What defines humanity?", "can we control fate?", "what is right or wrong, and do such notions matter in the grand scheme of things?".

Needless to say, if you're looking for some easy reading with light, superficial themes (*kof*MCU*kof*), this is not the series for you. This is comics at their best, full of pathos and philosophical explorations. In my opinion, this is a fantastically written book, on par with the original Watchmen and the likes.

I give this comic a Dystopia/10

Talk to you later, true believers!

Fangirl out.

#comics review #comics fangirl #Earth x #Machine man #uatu the watcher #Marvel COMICS #Marvel #Alex Ross #Comic Fangirl

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EPISODE HIGHLIGHT: OF THE STORM

Today we're highlighting our 16th episode of Season 1: "Of the Storm"

it's got werewolves, german accents, and true names

you can find it wherever you get your podcasts! (if not, pls let us know!)

https://shows.acast.com/tranthologies/episodes/of-the-storm

Image description below the cut

Slide 1: A blue-grey background. In black lettering, a title reads: "Of the Storm" In the centre of the page, there is the cover art for this episode. It pictures snowy mountains against a red sky. The cover art has arrows pointing away from it with text coming off them. The text coming off the arrows reads as the following: "1. Oops, all religious trauma! 2. Sapphics with swords 3. Horror with a happy ending 4. True names = magic 5. Werewolves are inherently transgender, change my mind 6. Did i mention sapphics with SWORDS There is snow across the top of the page.

Slide 2: A blue-grey background. There is a design of a piece of paper in the centre of the page. On the paper, text reads: “The apothecary’s daughter and the blacksmith’s apprentice have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember, but the blacksmith’s apprentice is hiding a secret. A tale of true names, of subtle poisons, and of witch hunters with silvered blades unspools when it’s dragged into the moonlight- a tale the apothecary’s daughter recounts many years later.” There is snow across the whole page, and two wolves at the bottom of the page.

Slide 3: A blue-grey background. Covering most of the page, there is a design of white lined paper. On the paper, an excerpt from the episode reads: “Osanna: She could feel the breath of the creature, hot as the flames of the forge, air cold and black and tearing at her skin and lungs like frostbite. It was almost impossible to run in the hungry snow- the banks swallowed up her ankles, and she stumbled again and again, but was always quick to scramble to her feet, ice stinging her hands. In stories, people cannot feel pain when they are running from a monster- fear is supposed to take over, but she felt every tear of thorns against her skin, every stabbing breath in her lungs. She was simply too terrified to stop. She ran until she reached the village, and, slipping on the icy cobblestones, banged on the doors of houses as she passed, crying for help.” There is snow down the right side of the page.

Slide 4: A blue-grey background. In the centre of the page, there is a design of white lined paper. On the paper, the credits read: “CREW: Written by Sorren Briarwood. Directed by L M Clohessy and Morgan Greensmith. Audio editing by Miri Newman. Music by Eden J. Storm. Cover art by Ari Moloney. CAST: Emma Johanna Puranen as Osanna. Moira-Juliet "MJ" Scott as Stürmisch. J.R. Steele as Clove. Rowan van Grinsven as the Priest. Grace Rurka as the Hexenjäger.” There is snow across the whole page, and a wolf in the top left corner.

#tranthologies #tranthologies podcast #audio drama podcast #fiction podcast #queer podcast #trans podcast #werewolves #trans werewolf #trans #queer #podcast #lgbt

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2033 Day 79

On the Head of a Pin/Blink

Only REALLY REALLY great episodes today

“On the Head of a Pin”

Plot Description: Castiel and Uriel capture Alastair and ask Dean to torture him with skills he learned in Hell

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean…could any human survive this crash?? A whole ass angel died, what chance do I have??

I love that we start with Cas, but does it bode well for my commentary skills? Absolutely not

I don’t want to say it’s so EASY for Sam to say “well, get angry!” In response to Dean saying he’s tired of burying friends, but fucking damn…it’s so easy for him to say that when he’s not been doing this as long and been able to take years off for college.

I thought Cas was the one in charge between him and Uriel. But you can already see Castiel questioning the grand plan…

“Uriel is the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone” said in a completely stone cold tone is….i fucking love him

Mmmmm so he was kind of demoted for getting to close and sympathetic to Dean the Winchesters

God I really hate Sam right now…Dean’s not weak, you asshole

Everyone is pissing me off. Alastair taunting Dean for what he did to him, what he did to John, how “easily” Dean broke

And Castiel can tell this isn’t right. It’s not right to ask this of Dean, to ask a human, the human they saved from Hell to torture a demon

YO. SAM. Wtf my dude??

Anna!!! Thank you, Anna, for trying to talk some sense into Cas

Oh, Cas… you should listen to her. This is WRONG, and you KNOW IT

Deeeeeeeeeeeean breaking the first seal is breaking my heart.

Ok. He got off the rack, but…that thing was sabotaged. Who sabotaged it, though???

Cas coming in to save Dean, and Sam coming to save both of them (I mean, mostly Dean, but Cas is there too).

Cas is so disturbed, as he should be, that Sam can straight up KILL demons now. Yeah, you two need to talk……….

I love dramatic lighting through slats in blinds…just beautiful

Cas calling on Anna for someone to follow, someone to believe in…and her refusing to be that person because he needs to think for himself. Good for both of them, honestly. Difficult, yes, but the correct thing to do

Uriel, WHYYYYYY. He wants to raise Lucifer himself? On one hand, he’s got the same doubts Castiel has. And honestly, I can understand his logic. Lucifer was one of if not God’s favorite. He was beautiful and powerful, and if you’ve been doubting the existence of God but you’re beings designed to follow, the next best thing would be the next powerful being. On the other, it IS THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLE

Rip Uriel

I like they already have a little banter between them and the honesty between the two. Truthfully, even without anything else, this scene in the hospital would be enough to convert me to a Destiel shipper. It’s hard to see Dean doubt himself and call himself weak, but you can also already tell how much Castiel already believes in him. And when Dean…we’ll call it asks Cas to stay and actually finish their conversation (“don’t you go disappearing on my you son of a bitch” counts, yeah??) and then he DOES?? I’m fine. I’m normal about this…

“Been On My Mind…”: the whole Sam and Ruby thing is very much going on 10

"Blink"

Plot Description: In an old, abandoned house, the Weeping Angels wait. When people start disappearing, Sally must decode the cryptic messages from a mysterious stranger called the Doctor before she can save the day

(i have a feeling i won't have a lot to say in this episode based purely on the lack of Ten and Martha. i think it's gonna be a lot of "Girl, NO!"s and "RUN"s and "GET OUT OF THERE"s, but we'll see)

It's such a solid opening. The messages written on the wall about the weeping angels and for her to duck. Just...REALLY GOOD.

God. Remember when we used to have our phones NOT on silent all the time? and how ringtones were a Thing TM??

Sad...is happy? for deep people? This...really was written in the mid '00s.

Not to link Good Omens to this....no, Good Omens was already linked to this show because DAVID TENNANT. But why DO the British have this trope of delivering letters to places on very specific days, at very specific times years and decades (maybe even centuries) in the future?

I LOVE the weird screeching music when the angels are around

It's amazing how terrifying they've made statues.

Blink is actually physical media propaganda. We need to invest in it again.

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff....yes!!

Wait...how did they get to that garage that quickly?? Wouldn't we have seen them in the background.....like, i know they move fast, but THAT FAST?? doN'T BLINK, DUDE!!! he hasn't even watched the 17 DVD extras. THIS is why we need to bring back physical media

The "game" the guys in this episode have is just.......not it. Then again, it was written by Steven Moffat, so are we surprised?

Ok. Good. It's weird even in 2007 that she's only got 17 DVDs.

The conversation between Sally and the Doctor in the TV is still just BRILLIANT. It's SO FUCKING CLEVER.

DON'T DO IT. DON'T DO IT, MAN. DON'T BLINK. PLEASE. Okay. But also like...do they forget you exist when you're not around them?

Just an absolutely tremendous and terrifying scene when they angels turn out the light.

I really wanna know what was happening that the Doctor and Martha are running around with a bow and a quiver of arrows.

Episodes Since the Doctor's Last Attempted Genocide: 7

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #angels are playing with the utilities a little too much today

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Ask Game For Writers from neontokyoo

1. Do you listen to music while you write?

Usually it's anime soundtracks, songs in non-english languages or classical music. But sometimes I loop the same 10-20 current fave songs, according to my mood.

2. Computer or pen and paper.

I've gotten better at using a computer, but all my best work is done with the old pen and paper. It has to be a blue pen too. Black pens suck for creative flow. Sometimes I'll use a colourful one too., especially if I'm stuck on something.

3. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?

Nope and no, probably not. I used to want to self-publish, but right now I'm content with my fanfiction, character designs and worldbuilding.

4. How much writing do you get done on an average day?

It varies a lot. I honestly couldn't say.

5. Single or Multiple POV

Usually single but multiple can be fun if it's a longer story. And almost always in 3rd person.

6. Standalone or Series

I tend to do standalones, mostly oneshots. But I've got a few series planned.

7. Oldest WIP

I recently rediscovered a multichapter HP/FMA fic over a decade old. Woops.

8. When did you start writing?

Sometime in early to mid primary school. I honestly can't remember exactly when.

9. What was the first story you've ever written?

I do remember a story where a teenage girl becomes some sort of bug eating fae creature and her human boyfriend sticks around, even after witnessing her snacking on live ladybugs. That's the earliest actual story I remember. Wish I still had that. I'm not sure if there were any before it. I've been writing so long I really couldn't say.

10. What genres have you written so far?

Historical and Fantasy. But now it's mostly fanfiction.

11. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfictions from that fandom?

Not that I can think of, no.

12. Have you ever written a fic and never decided to publish it? Why?

Yep. Because it was way too cringy. Seriously, it's what I read when I want to laugh at myself. I might try rewriting it at some point though, if it's at all recoverable.

13. What is the biggest change between when you started writing in fandom and today?

I started off as a horny teenager writing gay smut. Now I look at a smut prompt and try to work out how to make it fluff instead. I do it to the angst prompts too.

14/15. In your opinion, what’s your most underrated/overrated fic?

I don't have enough yet to really say. So none I guess.

16. Has there ever been everyone who’s made you freak out because they’ve read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed your work?

It's not the same, but once my primary school (it was near the end of my last year) teacher found the gay smut I'd written and after checking things were ok at home, said he looked forward to my writing career. Nerve-wracking as all hell.

17. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

It's a hard choice between a beta liking the mood and build-up of the prologue to a HP fic of mine, or the ohshc one where a reader was hyped because they liked my take on some characters relationship.

18. Are any of your stories inspired by personal experiences?

Most of them are a hard no. But there's a series I have planned in the future heavily based on my personal experiences. I'm waiting until I've upped my skill level to write it because it means too much to me to botch it up on practise or levelling up.

19. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

I think Verita, the one I named this blog after. I just love her.

20. What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

It's too descriptive, too fluffy. I'll get there.

21. Do you write every day?

No, but I definitely should.

22. What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

Night time! Because I'm a night owl. And there's less distractions.

23. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

Yes and no. No because I'm not prolific or well-known enough for it to feel like content to me. Not that it really is for others, the vibes are off. But whatever. As for fics, definitely yes. Simply because I have so many ideas but just can't seem to get them on paper.

24. Favorite writing snack?

Biscuits! All the way! And sometimes rainbow popcorn.

By biscuits I mean what Americans call cookies, not that weird scone looking thing they eat with gravy.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process?

The thinking part 😅 I love daydreaming

26. What’s your favorite emotion to write?

Happiness, relief, freedom and anger.

27. What kind of endings do you prefer?

I like reading bittersweet but fulfilling endings. But I definitely prefer my own written works end on a happier note most of the time. The world's dreary enough as it is.

28. Do you plan or jump right in, and if you plan, how much do you like to do before you start a story?

I usually pants it but I've issues with writers block lately so now I'm giving planning a shot. We'll see how that goes.

29. Narrative or dialogue?

Dialogue. Without a doubt. I'm actually trying to cut back on that, I tend to write too much of that, not enough setting or action.

30. Describing people or settings?

Now that's a hard one. I love describing people, especially when they've got cool scars or clothes. But I've gotten into writing settings lately too.

I'll have to say people, I think.

31. Show a piece from your current WIP/most recent story, up to 30 words.

Sirius Black lied crumpled on the stone floor, eyes wide but unseeing. An eerie chill seeped deep into his bones. Wheezing wisps of fog barely escaped chapped blue lips. Pallid and gaunt, looking more like a skin dressed skeleton than a living person, his body seemed to have met death before his soul.

Rattling dread filled his ears and sapped at his strength. Even a twitch left him weaker, every ounce of energy trickling away from him by the moment. Slowly, slowly, icy stiffness spread up from his fingers and toes down to the very core of his being. Not even a scrap of magic seemed within reach.

His body trembled in a manic giggle as reality finally set(tled?) into his mind.

“Looks like I’ll be seeing you soon Prongs.”

The fog vanished.

I don't know how many words that is. Probably too many but ah well, it's still short.

Ask Game For Writers

Do you listen to music while you write?

I actually have two different writing playlists. I usually write with classical music or music that goes with the story and gets the creativity flowing because if it’s super quiet my mind tends to wander and I end up leaving my current draft to write a new one and then my perfectionist ass can’t keep up with my own thoughts and all of my documents are mixed up and it’s total chaos.

2. Computer or pen and paper?

Sometimes I will write in a notebook when I’m in the car or I’m not able to type anything just because I get really good ideas at the most random times. I usually type it though because I feel like it’s a lot easier for my left-handed ass.

3. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?

I have never actually published anything due to copyright because none of it is mine except for the storylines. I could probably publish an original work in the future, but I don’t really think I would want to because writing is just a hobby I do for fun and I really don’t care too much about getting famous or making money off of it.

4. How much writing do you get done on an average day?

I have absolutely no idea. Probably like five to ten thousand words a day because of requests and my current WIPs.

5. Single or multiple POV?

I mostly write in second person. However, I like to write about multiple characters’ thoughts and feelings.

6. Standalone or series?

I enjoy both. Although, in reality, I have never actually published a series yet because my mind usually wanders away from it before I can even finish it.

7. Oldest WIP.

Probably one of my unpublished Wattpad stories, Opposites (Sherlock x reader). I’m trying to get it published whenever I can, though. I just haven't had the inspiration or motivation to continue writing it yet.

8. When did you start writing?

I started writing about four years ago when I was in my Fairy Tail obsession.

9. What was the first story you've ever written?

I don’t even remember what it was but I remember it being a NaLu fanfiction for Fairy Tail.

10. What genres have you written for so far?

Romance, fanfiction (fluff and angst if those count).

11. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfictions from that fandom?

Yes. I do that with every single fandom I find myself obsessing over. I did it with Haikyuu, Fairy Tail, MHA, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, and Inuyasha.

12. Have you ever written a fic and never decided to publish it? Why?

Yes. Because I feel like I’ve been copying the Yuumori anime and Manga too much and I have A LOT of editing to do before I publish it.

13. What is the biggest change between when you started writing in fandom and today?

Probably the tone (I think). When I first started writing when I was like fourteen, I was really unorganized and scattered. I was using numbers instead of typing out “she was fourteen years old” and it really sucked now that I look back at it. Now my writing is more formal when I write stories because I type how I think instead of how I speak. Which is probably why everything else isn’t as organized because when it’s not a fanfic I stype how I speak.

14. In your opinion, what’s your most underrated fic?

I feel like in general my most underrated fic is the Sherlock x reader wedding one. Again, I love William more than anything, but this one had me in tears. You know those certain parts of either a story your writing or somebody elses story and it has you like screaming into your pillow for 10 minutes after every paragraph? That was literally me while writing that one.

15. What’s your most overrated fic?

In my opinion, it’s either just every single William fanfic I write, or it’s the amount of Mycroft angst requests I receive every day. It seriously makes me giggle with how angsty Mycroft’s relationship with the reader is. Has me giggling while I bawl my eyes out while I write it. That’s officially my new genre now: Mycroft Angst.

16. Has there ever been everyone who’s made you freak out because they’ve read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed your work?

Okay, when I first started posting on Tumblr it was because I happened to run into @moriartyluver and a few other blogs that I don’t remember because I never saved anything and let me tell you when I started getting notifications that said they either liked, reblogged, etc., my heart nearly stopped beating because I really wasn’t expecting for the inspiration to end up reacting to my work and it just made me really happy. It’s unbelievable how quickly my blog is growing and how many people enjoy it. I love you all! <3

17. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

When I get asks that are always telling me like “I am so obsessed with your writing” and things like that it just makes me really happy and gives me more motivation to continue writing just knowing how many people enjoy my content.

18. Are any of your stories inspired by personal experiences?

A lot of them have references to my own personal experiences or things that I’ve seen other people experience because I feel like it’s a lot easier to write about things that I’ve actually experienced.

19. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

William. He is literally husband material no matter what you do to him. As long as the writing style is good, I’m going to end up being obsessed with literally any and every fanfiction I read and/or write. He’s just perfect in general, and there isn’t really much you can do to ruin him.

20. What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I feel like the most embarrassing thing I have ever written is sexual content/smut because I had absolutely no idea what I was doing due to my lack of experience.

21. Do you write every day?

I try to, but sometimes I’m unable to due to school and/or work. Exams are killing me and taking up most of my time lately, so I’ll write whenever I have the time, but usually I only get like five minutes every two hours between studying. I’ll definitely have more time to write this summer.

22. What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I usually write in the morning before school and/or before my first class starts, as well as late at night when I have more time.

23. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

I feel like I do, but I definitely feel like I could write more. I just don’t have time.

24. Favorite writing snack?

Oreos & milk, goldfish, and cinnamon rolls.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process?

I think that my favorite part is coming up with ideas to write about or add into a story. Even though 95% of the time they never make it to the finished project.

26. What’s your favorite emotion to write?

Mycroft angst and William fluff

27. What kind of endings do you prefer?

I actually have no idea. I want to say that if I had to pick one it would be cliffhangers or endings that didn’t really make sense because it always has me trying to figure out wtf just happened.

28. Do you plan or jump right in, and if you plan, how much do you like to do before you start a story?

I kind of do both if that makes sense. I’ll come up with an idea, think about how I want it to go, and then I’ll start writing without even drafting it. And then I usually have to go back and rewrite half of it because the original version was absolute shit.

29. Narrative or dialogue?

Dialogue. I cannot go without somebody talking because I feel like it gets really boring and I end up passing out halfway through it just because I’m wasting all my time and energy trying to make it more interesting.

30. Describing people or settings?

I feel like I’m better at settings just because every single one of my character descriptions are always: “He was tall and skinny with ____ eyes and long ____ hair”. You know? But with settings I can be a little bit more descriptive like “the grass was green with a variety of different types of flowers blooming. The sky was cloudless, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, …”

31. Show a piece from your current WIP/most recent story, up to 30 words.

The same one that probably will never be published, but at this point, I really don't care anymore.

“‘I am afraid there is little that can be done,’ William confessed to Moran and Bond after we had recounted our encounter with the woman. 'Once wed, the bond between a husband and wife is irrevocable. Unless, of course, the matrimonial union is terminated by unspeakable means.’

”'Till death do us part,’ I uttered aloud as if reading my brother’s thoughts.

“'Indeed,’ William concurred. 'Unfortunately, there are no alternatives. The only solution is to eliminate one of the partners.’”

#writing #ask game #madame vera

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wonuism · 3 years ago

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WONWOO HCs

+ just some headcanons i’ve thought abt during the past few weeks (read more link still isn’t working, sorry :/)

will teach you how to play some of his favorite video games. he’ll be so patient with you. doesn’t matter if you suck, what matters is you’re trying your best to learn something that he loves to do

if you happen to enjoy some mobile games, he’ll lay his head on your shoulder watching you play. he loves the annoyed huffs you let out everytime you lose

when he’s not playing video games, he’s probably doing something else with you

like going to bookshops to look for new books to read

sometimes you based it on how cute the cover is without actually reading the synopsis of the book

he laughs everytime but also picks out some books he knows you'll like even if the cover design is ugly

since you two don’t live together, it’s sometimes hard to buy books especially if you two want the same one but they only have one stock

which will prompt the two of you to share. much like how other couples watch a tv show together, not watching the next episode if the other one isn’t there

that’s how you are with the book.

he probably has a goodreads to keep track of everything he’s ever read. it’s a private account with only you as his follower so you can look at his reviews and pick a book to read

sometime he’ll address you directly on the review section

“i know you’ll love this just as much as i did, it’s very perfectly written and i’m hoping you’ll give reading this a chance once you have the free time to do so.” or

“this book reminded me of you while reading it. everything that’s written here encompasses everything i admire about you. maybe one day, if you give me a chance, i’ll read it to you with you laid on my arms.”

treating goodreads like a post office for love letters

speaking of love letters

will let you borrow his books and midway through reading you’ll see a paper in between the pages

“how are you liking it so far? i hope it suits your taste. i can’t wait for you to finish this and talk about it with me. just seeing the look on your face when you talk about something that you enjoyed keeps me going.” swoons

will look at you funnily when you ask to recreate a scene from a book

like.. idk.. a kiss? slow dancing?

but he won’t refuse cuz he secretly want to do it as well <3

matching bookmarks hehe

either customized or something sentimental to you both

like the first note you gave him while you two were still new and vice versa

or maybe you two do activities like making bookmarks for each other?

watching the film adaptation of books

even if you or him fall asleep midway, atleast he/you know what happened in the end cuz you read the book

will probably rewatch it again after a few days, powering through the end just to see how well the film was

if you two didn’t like it, it’s fine. you can always count on the book

if you two ended up liking it though, he’ll add it to the list of movies you both liked.

ok…. are you ready…. letterboxd

he probably has one too

he has these types of account for you

so even if you two are away from each other, you can see his recommendations and what he’s been up to

the fact that all his reviews somehow ends up being about you and how you might like it/reminds him of you says a lot about your relationship

the way he thinks of you everytime he does something while you two are away from each other and he makes it known by writing reviews on goodreads or letterboxd <3

notes. i feel like i always centered wonwoo around books so much cause when i was still learning about svt, my best friend sent me a video guide and the description for wonwoo was something about liking books and during that time i was reading soooo many books and thought “oh wow is he meant to be my bias” then a couple months later here i am.

#wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #x reader #svt #fluff #headcanons #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo headcanons

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yunopouts · 3 years ago

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I WANT U (around) - j. jaehyun

-> jeong jaehyun x fashion designer(f)!reader

-> a prequel (sort of) to written in the stars - j. jaehyun

-> era: save era!

-> genre: smut, fluff, crack

-> warnings: cursing, arranged marriage, mentions of an unhappy marriage (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, sex is spoken about (sometimes very bluntly), unprotected seggs, more sexual things that i'm too lazy to write, fwb-to-lovers

-> word count: 9.4k

-> a/n: i genuinely don't know how i came up with this idea but i did so yeah. SOMETHING THAT I FEEL I SHOULD CLARIFY LOL! this is the longest fic that is COMPLETED, i've written longer but those are like.. for wattpad and they have like... chapters- so no this is not my first time writing smut, this is just the first fic i've completed. sorry if that is confusing anyone. anyways, i do not give a SHIT if this is unrealistic- it's fake, hence the word FICTION in fanFICTION. okay i'm done now, ENJOY!!!!

-> taglist: @nakamotocore @yiyi4657 @httpjeongjaes @trustmahluv @doieclayed @jaesayshi @nctlover94 @yunodaze @tobiobb

THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS

“Sometimes I wonder if women in arranged marriages ever actually reach their orgasm.” You muttered, staring out the window. Your best friend eyed you suspiciously as he took a sip from the teacup in front of him.

“Have you?” Ten asked, the clink of the china sounded as he set the porcelain back down on its saucer.

“Never;” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not once in my life have I ever felt the pleasure of an orgasm.” Your eyes drifted down to the red lipstick print on your cup before flickering back up to the older boy’s. “In a marriage like mine, women are used to procreate and look pretty- nothing more.” You explained to Ten. “If you can’t, or if you don’t want to, then you’re shunned by both sides of the family.”

“So it’s like a ‘lose-lose’ situation?” He cocked a brow. “You don’t wanna get married and you don’t get to cum?” You nod. “Well, shit.” Ten frowned. “I know someone, who’s like... good at that sort of thing, I can set you up with him if you’d like?.” He suggested hesitantly. “I hear he can get you cumming in an instant.” Your best friend smirked. “I know you're newly divorced, but it’s not like you’re cheating or anything.” Ten had a point and after you thought about it, you agreed with a slow bop of your head.

“Well, if he’s okay with it.” You shrugged.

“Obviously he’s okay with it;” the boy hissed. “I wouldn’t be offering if he weren’t.”

“If he’s alright with it, then sure; why not?” You lifted the chocolate croissant to your mouth and took a small bite out of it.

“Great, then I’ll give him a call later and send you his number.” Ten said with a smile.

You kept your focus on what was going on outside the window, watching the bustling street as rain came down in the large city of Seoul for the fifth time this week.

Your eyes caught sight of a tall man, wearing an expensive looking white knit sweater, a pair of black jeans, along with a shiny silver watch and a set of brown leather shoes.

“Cute.” you whispered to yourself, following him as he crossed the street with a light jog. Sadly, the cute guy disappeared from your line of sight once he made it on the sidewalk.

Jaehyun paused in front of the black doors of the café, ridding his hair of whatever droplets of rain there were by shaking his head - kind of like the way a puppy does when it gets wet. He let out a small breath of nervousness as he gripped the handle before entering. The man looked around, searching around for someone. He spotted you, at least he thought it was you from Ten’s description.

‘Pretty; intimidating; the same age as you; looks like a really successful lawyer- except she’s not a lawyer.’ Jaehyun re-played the conversation he had with his hyung a few days ago. He remembers scoffing when Ten said ‘the same age as you’ - as if Jaehyun could tell a person’s age accurately by just looking at them.

The young man walked up the back left corner of the coffee shop, stopping in front of a table where a young, pretty, and intimidating woman sat alone.

“Sorry to bug you,” a voice sounded in your head, pulling you out of your thoughts. “But do you happen to be y/n?” You stared at the handsome man blankly, words not able to form for some odd reason. “I’m Ten’s friend, Jaehyun.” he stuck out his hand, which you wordlessly took and shook it.

“O-oh, right. Hi, yes, this is she- I mean, I’m y/n.” you blubbered, mentally slapping yourself for how stupid you sounded. “T-thank you for meeting me; please, sit.” and he did with a smile.

The two of you sat in silence, both waiting for one of you to make the first move and speak.

“So…” you said in unison- ultimately cutting yourselves off and again, waiting for one of you to speak. An awkward silence fell around your table, but lifted slightly when he began to laugh, joining in yourself not too long afterwards.

“So, I think I should introduce myself first since… well, you know-” he chuckled. “My name is Jeong Jaehyun, I’m twenty-four and I work for ‘K and M corp’ as a translator and editor for overseas business deals.”

“Explains the watch.” you smirked, to which he laughed again, a grand smile playing on his lips- the small action blessing you with the sight of his sweet dimples.

“Well, I’m y/n and I am the editor-in-chief of Vogue Korea.”

“Explains the style.” He mocked you for your words, making you scoff.

“So, I feel like this should just be put out there to save us a later conversation. I’m not a sex worker, nor do I have any diseases- so I think I’m in the clear.”

“Me neither… I mean I’m not a sex worker, nor do I have any sti’s. Sorry, this is kind of awkward, I’ve just never done anything like this.”

“That’s perfectly normal;” the smile he wore was warmer than the way the boiling hot tea made the mug that you had your hands around. “I can explain a bit, if you’d like?” Once he got the okay from you, Jaehyun continued talking. “This could be a one time thing or a regular ‘once-a-week-hookup’ type thing- it’s up to you. I’m down for basically anything, but if you want to make it vanilla, we can do that too.” His words made you feel tingly, but you decided to ignore it. “We can start today or any other day; we can take it slow- like just kind of getting used to each other, it’s your choice after all.”

Your friend of a friend continued to explain what you were getting yourself into, but before he finished he said “If you decide you don’t want to go through with it at all, just give me a text or you can think about it now- doesn’t matter.”

“I think…” you paused, giving yourself time to properly form your words. Jaehyun waited for your answer with anticipation, his dark eyes dancing along your face. “I think we should take it slow.” you finally said.

“Cool, when should we start?”

“Does today work?” he nodded in response. “I have a meeting at four until eight thirty, but after that I’m free for the rest of the night.”

“For sure, want me to pick you up?”

“You don’t have to, I’ll send you my address.”

“Great-”

Suddenly a phone buzzed, catching both your attention and his. Jaehyun picked it up, reading the message he was sent. Letting out a sigh, he looked back up at you with an apologetic smile.

“Go if you have to; I have an appointment with my tailor anyways soon anyways.” you responded. “Thank you, again.”

“I’ll see you later.” he stood up, picking up his fancy black coat before leaving you by yourself.

It was eight-thirty-four and you were preparing to leave, when you received a phone call from the front desk all the way down in the lobby. “Hello?” you answered with a tired sigh.

“Good evening, madame.” the secretary greeted. “There is a man here, says he’s come to pick you up and he goes by the name…” the woman on the other end of the line gasped. “Jeong Jaehyun?”

You found yourself smiling when you heard the secretary say his name. “Tell him I’ll be right down.” you spoke softly before setting the corded phone down in its place.

Your actions seemed to be quicker, now that you knew that there was someone waiting for you. You hurriedly packed up your purse and slipped on your jacket, your speedy walk almost turning into a light jog as you made your way towards the elevator.

Jaehyun had leaned against the cold marble desk as he began to scroll through his phone. When there was a familiar ping! of the elevator doors opening, his ears perked up and he stood tall. His eyes landed on your figure as you made your way towards him.

“Hi there,” he looked down at you, his dark orbs glowing with an emotion you’d never seen before.

“I told you I’d send you my address.” you mumbled, taking on a shy demeanor. You glanced up at him when he chuckled; he was still staring down at you, and as normal as he might have looked- he fought so hard not to reach up and cup your cheek right then and there.

As your two bodies stood only centimetres apart from each other, the secretary watched you. She felt like she was staring at newlyweds or a couple that had just gotten together- or engaged. As odd as it seemed for her to see you with a partner, it was refreshing to see such an untouchable woman like you with such a shy smile. And the man didn’t seem any different; the lighting may have been dimmed, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t catch the way his face lit up when he saw the madam.

‘What’s gotten into me?’ each of you thought as you started your walk into what was about to become a thunderstorm. It was strange of you to be acting so shy- especially when the public knew you to be a piece of work. It felt odd for Jaehyun too, but he sensed that you’d click the moment Ten told him about you.

‘She can be a hard ass, so be careful.’ the older boy tried his best to paint Jaehyun a picture of your colourful persona that the boy was currently dying to get to know.

“I figured you wouldn’t have been able to eat in a meeting, so I wanted to take the opportunity to get to know you over dinner.” he says sweetly as he pressed his back against the large glass door, opening it for you. “Also, my place is right around the corner.” Jaehyun held an umbrella above your heads, shielding you from the pelting rain. “Like Italian? I know a pretty good place we could get takeout from.” you eyed each other, Jaehyun sporting a bashful smile and you pursed your lips.

“Sure.” you agreed. The bashful smile grew into a wide grin, cheeks dimpled and pink with a blush.

ii.

Like the charming man had said, his house really was around the corner... but it was also on the twenty-fifth floor- in other words, penthouse level.

When the elevator doors opened, you were met with one of the most beautifully designed rooms you’d ever seen. You gawked at the massive wall of windows to your left, the floating staircase to your right, the entertainment unit with a massive television straight in front of you- essentially everything that was surrounding you. Jaehyun let out a chuckle, watching as you slowly took off your heels and walked to the leather couch.

“Impressed much?”

“Impressed? Not even Jonathan Akeroyd has this nice of a house, and he owns a multi-billion dollar company!”

“Oh, so you’ve been to Mr. Akeroyd’s house, now have you? I wonder if we’ve met at a party.” he looked at you as poured a glass of wine.

“Never mind that- Jeong Jaehyun, who are you?”

“A man of many secrets.” He smirked as he handed you the crystal glass of red liquid. You frowned at the vague response, taking a sip from the liquor. Your expression lit up immediately and you hummed in delight. “Smooth, right?”

“What is it?” You asked, taking another sip.

“Amarone.” The way the word rolled off his tongue was swoon-worthy and he was only saying the wine type.

“It’s lovely,”

For some reason, your words came out hushed — earning a deep chuckle from Jaehyun. “Why don’t we take a seat, hm?”

Just like the wine, his voice was smooth and intoxicating.

The self proclaimed man of many secrets led you by the hand around the couch and sat you down, taking a seat half a cushion away from you.

“You got a menu?” You asked, getting comfortable against the leather.

“And if I said I was the only dish?” He cocked a brow.

“W-what?” You sputtered.

The gaping expression you wore almost had Jaehyun bursting at the seams. You were too cute, too pure in a sense— like you’d never been flirted with. “I’m kidding, you can search it up on your phone; the restaurant’s called De Grazzi.”

You tugged your cell phone out of your purse and typed the name of the eatery. After a few minutes of searching, the two of you decided to go with something simple.

“Hey Nino, yeah so can I get a penne à la vodka and a…”

“Fettuccine alfredo.” You whispered, leaning closer to the man. Jaehyun glanced down when he felt something warm on the back of his hand, only to catch a glimpse of your palm on top of his hand.

“And a fettuccine alfredo. Yep, that’s it. Thank you.” He said before hanging up. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Great.” you said with a smile.

“Tell me about yourself, y/n. Why did you come to me?” he asked. “I know you’re twenty four, you’re the youngest editor-in-chief of the biggest fashion magazine in the world, an overall badass- but why did Ten suggest you do this?”

“Well, thank you… but um, I was arranged to be married- and I was for eight years?” Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes. “I was sixteen; but anyways, tried getting pregnant a few times within that eight year period, he asked me why I wasn’t working-”

“Sorry to cut you off, but- why you weren’t ‘working’?” Jaehyun interrupted, a look of horror etched on his face when you nodded.

“Caring, I know.” you scoffed, remembering the degrading conversation you and your ex-husband had. “I was actually just on birth control and was lucky enough that it worked each time we ‘fucked’.” The man’s eyebrows furrowed, confused by the air quotes you used on ‘fucked’. “Oh, I-I’ve never cum before.” your eyes darted around the room- refusing to stay on Jaehyun long enough to watch how his eyes went wide.

“You’ve never wh-”

“Hey Jae!” a cheery voice entered the room from behind you. His head snapped in the direction of the new voice, but his body relaxed when he saw the familiar delivery boy. “Twenty-six, forty-seven.” Jaehyun quickly placed the wine glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked to where his jacket hung on the railing of the staircase. He pulled out a thick stack of cash, counting the amount needed before shoving the rest back in his pocket. “Thank you sir.” the young boy beamed after Jaehyun’s deep voice told him to keep the change.

The man in the white knit sweater walked back to you, now holding a plastic grey bag. When he sat back down, he handed you a tin to-go container and a fork.

“Thanks; as I was saying, I’ve never had that happen to me and to be quite frank- I genuinely know close to nothing about sex, so here I am.”

“Here you are.” he repeated your words in a sigh. “That’s horrible,” he murmured as he forked some penne into his mouth. You nodded in agreement as you began to eat too.

Minutes later, dinner had finished and you were back to chatting and drinking wine.

“So you’re not gonna tell me what you do.”

“I can show you what I can do.” he smirked, causing butterflies to break loose in your stomach. Jaehyun moved forward, so that your faces barely had any space between them. “Would you like that?” his tone softened, but was still as deep as usual.

“Yes please.” your breath caught in your throat at how close the two of you were.

Jaehyun hummed, bearing his white teeth in a smile as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as your skin made contact— but sadly you didn’t stay that way for long, since he pulled back. He wore the same smile as a few minutes ago, and it only grew wider when you began to pout.

“Wanna do that again?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Me too,” Jaehyun admitted before fulfilling the request.

This time, the kiss was longer- and this time, you actually kissed back, making the touch more passionate. He pulled you closer, dragging you to the point in which you were straddling him. Your hands found themselves securing in Jaehyun’s hair and tilting his head up more, making it easier for you both. His lips were so soft against you, as they moved from your mouth and down, in order to place tender pecks down your neck.

“Don’t go too far with the hickeys- oh fuck.” You moaned at the end of your sentence.

“Why don’t we go upstairs, hm?” Just like how he wanted to earlier, he cupped your cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb against the warm skin. All it took was the slightest nod and he had you standing in an instant, carefully guiding you to and up the stairs. The moment you were off the steps, his lips were back on you and his tongue overpowered your own.

With chests heaving, Jaehyun took you by the hips and blindly brought you into his room- a hand momentarily leaving your side to smack against the wall as he tried to switch the lights on. Jaehyun sat you down on the edge of the bed and took his sweater off- revealing a muscular chest.

You took a moment for yourself and your jaw almost dropped when your eyes flickered down to the bulge in his jeans and then back up to the man in front of you.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, cupping your jaw again. He bent down and gave you a kiss that felt like it should be received by a lover. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you- and if you don’t like it you can just tell me and I’ll stop.” you pulled his pants down before moving backwards on the silk covered bed.

Jaehyun slowly crawled in between your legs, hands snaking to the side-zipper of your skirt to unzip it. He pulled it down before tugging off the thick fabric, casting it away to the side of his bedroom.

“You still okay?” he asked, carefully leaning you back against the lush pillows.

“Do something, please.” you begged, gripping his shoulders. Your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to your core. Jaehyun moaned at your plea while hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, revealing his member.

With his length and girth, you weren’t sure that would fit inside you at all, but with one quick glance at Jaehyun, your worries had been swept aside. He wrapped an arm around your waist and flipped your positions, so that you were straddling him again. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the matching bra to your underwear- the sight making Jaehyun smile. Your breath was shaky as you unclasped your bra and tossed it, revealing your breasts.

“Let me make you feel good,” Jaehyun searched your eyes with his, looking for a signal.

Hesitantly, you took his large hand and brought it down to your clothed heat. With his smug smirk, he pulled the piece of fabric to the side before sliding a pair of fingers up your slit. Jaehyun placed a kiss in the valley of your breasts as he sunk two fingers into your hole.

He gave you a few seconds before starting to slowly thrust them in and out of you, thoroughly enjoying how vocal you were. Jaehyun encouraged you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your body unraveled in pleasure. You felt something start to form in your stomach and as you were about to tell him, Jaehyun pulled his fingers out.

You whined a slur of words but it ended when the man craned your neck down and gave you a peck, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Enough,” he grumbled, kissing you once more. Huffing with his mouth on yours, Jaehyun lifted you up right above the tip of his shaft. The air in your lungs was practically gone as he entered you. “You’re okay,” Jaehyun whispered. “I’m right here, you’re okay.” his hand caressed your cheek.

Tears spilled from your eyes that you had squeezed shut, not knowing if it was from pain or pleasure. After you had adjusted a few minutes later, Jaehyun slowly began to grind his length into you- taking one of your nipples into his mouth as well. The amount of pleasure increased when your hand went to your clit out of instinct.

“Just like that; you’re doing great.” Jaehyun’s mouth was on your skin as he spoke, sending vibrations all throughout your body. “Fuck, you’re so tight though.” both his hands were holding on tightly to your hips now, moving them at a fast pace.

“H-holy shit.” your pants were quick as you bounced on his cock. “J-Jae, you feel so good.” The nickname almost sent the man over the edge, your sweet voice stirring him up in all the right ways. You could feel the tip of his cock poke at your cervix with angle in which he was fucking you.

Your breaths became quicker and your grip on his shoulders became tighter as you came closer to the end of the thread. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you brought him closer to you. “Say my name,” he growled against your lips. With your head falling back, your pussy clenched around him and did as you were told- moaning his name like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

The final few slams down on his dick had your body shaking and more tears rolling down your cheeks. Jaehyun held you tight as you both came, letting out a strand of curse words in pants. You slumped against his shoulder, your forehead in the crook of his neck. “I’m so tired,” you replied to his question of if you were okay. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and cradling the back of your head as he flopped back on to his pillows.

“Was it up to your expectations?” he asked again, tracing small patterns into your bare back.

“About.” he let out a breathless laugh at your response.

“We can even do it again, if you’d like. Another time, not right now- sleep now.”

“That would be nice.” you mumbled to the invitation. “Thank you.” you kissed the damp skin on his neck.

“Glad I was your first.” he smiled up at the ceiling, knowing you had already fallen asleep.

iii.

The morning you woke up in a man’s arms in a dark room was the morning you almost called the police on some strange man for kidnapping you. You shot up, eyes darting around your surroundings for any immediate danger- other than the sleeping man beside you, that is.

“Y/n…” a groggy, yet strangely soothing, voice mumbled behind you.

“It’s Sunday, you don’t have to go into the office.” He stated.

“How did you-”

“I checked with Ten earlier this morning. You’re fine so go back to sleep.” You scowled at the brown haired man, but drank in the delicious sight. Glowing peach skin that was as clear as the waters of The Cayman Islands. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy, you had to hold your own wrist since the urge to run your fingers through it was becoming too much. It was a sight you enjoyed very much, and something you wished you could wake up to every day— but it wasn’t yours to see and he wasn’t yours to keep.

“Fine.” You huffed and laid back down on his forearm.

He smiled at you sleepily and chuckled lightly, “I’ll make breakfast in an hour and you can shower if you want then too.”

“Did you-” you looked down at the large shirt that definitely didn’t belong to you.

“Yes, I cleaned you up but it was with the light of a lamp so take a shower anyways.”

“Okay,” you whispered, eyes never straying from the ceiling.

“Okay.” He replied.

A few minutes passed and you still were staring up at the light fixture.

“You aren’t sleeping.” you were about to speak when Jaehyun began again. “Your breathing would’ve steadied out. Right now you’re breathing too fast. What’s wrong?”

“I have to pee…” your voice stayed hushed.

Silence settled around before Jaehyun broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Don’t laugh,” you glowered.

“I’m sorry…” he pursed his lips to contain the giggles that would’ve ripped out of him if he didn’t. “Were you just gonna hold it in?”

“I don’t know where the bathroom is!” you argued, sitting up right.

“You could have just asked,” Jaehyun copied your actions, beside you once again. You turned your head, suddenly nose to nose with the smirking man. “Well?” He raised a brow.

‘If I lean in even just a smidge closer, our lips would meet.’ you thought to yourself.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom is, Jae?” Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at the nickname, knowing you had learned last night how much of an effect it had on him. In the end, you began to lean in more, as did he- but before your lips met, Jaehyun spoke.

“Nope.” he dodged your kiss, but gave you a peck on the tip of your nose before rolling out of his bed. You blinked at the figure that was walking away from you, spluttering in disbelief.

“You said you’d tell me if I asked!” you whined, gathering the silk sheet in both of your fists.

“I never said that I’d actually tell you, I said ‘you could have just asked.’” Jaehyun put his hands on his hips, letting it pop out a bit. “Not the same thing, beautiful” the nickname made your body heat up but if you weren’t in the state of urgently needing to pee, then maybe you would have reacted to it.

“Jeong Jaehyun~” you cried out in annoyance.

“I’m kidding, it’s over on the right.” he snorted, pointing to a slightly open door.

“You’re mean.” you scoot off the bed, stomping towards Jaehyun. The man simply hummed at your statement, slipping on a pair of sweatpants as you shut the door.

When you walked out of his room, you found Jaehyun downstairs standing by the window, watering a plant. You sniggered at the sight, watching as he cracked open a water bottle and poured a third of it on the soil.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.” he spoke without even glancing up at you.

“How did you know I was standing here?” you gasped as you walked down the steps.

“You’re kinda noisy when you walk; so when the noise stopped at the top of the stairs, I kinda just figured you stopped too.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone tell me such a thing.” he turned and faced you, eyes trailing down your body, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“Well now you have. Come on, let’s go eat.” Jaehyun left first, with you trailing behind him.

When you entered the kitchen, a sweet smell hit your nose. You looked at the man in front of you, who was putting the bottle he used for his plant back in the fridge.

“Did you make this?” you pointed to the scrambled eggs and plate of pancakes sitting on the table. Jaehyun nodded, pride swirling around in his eyes- making you smile. You walked up to him and stood on your tippy-toes, taking Jaehyun by surprise when you pinched his cheek. The smile he gave you was powerful enough for your heart to flutter and your stomach to start doing rhythmic gymnastics. “You’re so sweet, thank you.” The boy hummed softly, still smiling when you pulled away and sat in one of the many black wooden chairs that were neatly set around the table.

Once you both sat down, you took a pancake with your fork and placed it in the space he created for it on the plate, while Jaehyun dug into his eggs.

“What if your syrup gets on your…” he pointed at the eggs. When you shrugged, Jaehyun made a face of disgust. “Ew.”

You glared up at him, “You just fucked the life out of me, let me be hungry.”

“I didn’t ‘fuck the life out of you’.” He rolled his eyes.

“You did.” You pressed.

“I did not, you’ve just never had good sex.” The man shrugged. “I’ll fuck the life out of you, don’t worry- just tell me when.” He spoke so vulgarly with such ease that you choked. “I’m not joking. I’ll make you feel so good that you squir-”

“I’m eating!” You shrieked, making him laugh- head falling back on his shoulders.

iv.

It had been a few weeks since your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with Jaehyun began, and everything sort of just felt right. You were close enough to not have anymore awkward conversations- and you even started staying the night, whether it was after a booty-call or if either one of you simply wanted company. On one of your days off, you sat at home unpacking the boxes in your office when you came across an old photo. You saw your eighteen year old self smiling next to a beautiful woman in a gorgeous white dress.

“I hope Miss Jeong is doing well.” you sighed, staring down fondly at the framed photo. The smile dropped from your face and you ran around the side of your desk, trying not to trip as you got to your monitor. You quickly typed in the name of the fashion designer, your old boss. A hand flew over your mouth and you gasped overdramatically the moment you saw a familiar attractive face under the ‘people also search for’ section. Picking up your phone, you clicked the second most recent contact in your phone and called their number. It barely even rang half a ring before they answered.

“Jeong Jaehyun you little-”

“I’m right outside; open the door cause it's cold and then yell at me.” Once his mellow voice filled your ears, you obeyed, running down the stairs. “You okay? Sounds like you’re being chased by a murderer.” You could practically hear the smirk forming on his lips.

“Shut up, asshole.” you glared up at him now that the front door was open. He gave you a dose of that addictive smile of his, which he learned recently, was your kryptonite. You frowned harder when he stepped forwards and smiled wider when he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me we’ve already met. And why are you decked out in Prada.” you asked between kisses. The man chuckled as he used one hand to cup your jaw and the other to shut and lock the front door.

“Well wouldn’t it be odd knowing that your old boss’ son gave you your first orgasm the day they met for the first time after six years?”

“Well when you put it like that-” he cut you off by pulling your waist closer to his and kissing down your neck. “You didn’t answer my question- why are you wearing all Prada?”

“I’m the son of Madam Jeong.” was all he answered before pinning you to the wall. Jaehyun held one of your thighs against his hip and told you to jump, wrapping your other leg around his backside as well. “Jaehyun, I don’t think we should do it right now. I’m still thinking about your mom.”

With a short huff, the man took you off the wall- but didn’t put you down, ignoring your protests. He moved into your kitchen, placing you on a bar stool and moved away, leaning against your quartz countertop, staring straight at you with his head propped up on the palm of his hand.

“I remember the exact day I met you,” the man’s eyes were dark and filled with an unknown emotion.

“Then why don’t you tell me how it went for you?” you teased, finally smiling back at him.

“It was Saturday October third, two-thousand and fifteen, and that night was the twenty-fifth anniversary of my mother’s fashion company. My mother kept telling me about this ravishing young woman, whom she had just hired as a paid intern because she was just so talented.” You let out a scoff, but Jaehyun kept to his words. “It’s true! You can ask her yourself.”

“Whatever, just continue.” and he did.

“So she raved about this young woman and how she was out of this world- but she kept saying ‘oh she’s married, so she’s off limits’. And I thought to myself ��Really? Married? At my age? That can’t be.’” you snort at how high his voice went when he told his thoughts. “But much to my dismay, that night I saw a woman that looked just how my mother described her intern- even the husband was there right next to her.”

“Was the woman ravishing?” you wiggled your brows, making him laugh.

“Indeed she was.”

‘And she still is.’ Jaehyun thought to himself.

Later that night, he went home with a smile that only a fool in love wore- thinking of what he had told his friend Winwin that night at the party.

“But isn’t she already married?” he asked him.

“That doesn’t matter,” Jaehyun chuckled. “We’re written in the stars- I can feel it.” the young man smiled back at the young lady who had waved to him only seconds before.

“Whatever you say man.” Winwin shrugged, drinking from his champagne glass.

“So you don’t remember waking up in the middle of the night and asking me to help you clean yourself up?” he laughed as he played with your fingers that were on his stomach.

“I honestly don’t.”

“Strange.” he scrunched his nose cutely.

Now that the sun was finally rising, the shining light gave you the ability to properly inspect his room, even though you’ve seen it many times already. The contents were either two colours, navy blue or gold; for example, his walls were navy blue, but every frame of each painting or photo he had in his room were gold. Same thing with his bed- the silk sheets were a sparkling blue, but the post bed and nightstands were gold. Everything was so coordinated and proper.

Suddenly, a flash of something sparkly came from his closet, curiosity forcing you to sit up.

“Is that-” you scoot off the bed excitedly, and run to the piece, pulling it off the rack. “Is this Kim Seoryong? I’ve been looking for this for so long! How did you get it? Where did you get it- I can’t believe you.” you babbled, looking between the fluffy haired man and the shining suit that was worth well over four-hundred dollars.

“It is indeed Kim Seoryong, and he sent it to me himself.” he huffed, following you out of bed and into the storage space.

“W-well are you gonna wear it again?” Jaehyun wrapped his arms around your waist loosely, letting his hands hang where they pleased.

“A proper man never wears the same suit twice.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to it right after. You set the suit down on the clear shelf which displayed a drawer full of neatly organized jewelry.

“Jae, please.” you whimpered, turning to him with puppy dog eyes.

“We’ll see.” He spoke in a harsher tone but gave you a kiss on the lips now that you were facing him. The soft palms of his hands slid down to your ass as he deepened the kiss. “Jump.” he ordered. The man placed you on top of one of the glass shelves and tugged your panties down, before spreading your legs.

He moaned when he licked a stripe up your pussy, savouring the flavour. Taking his thumbs, Jaehyun spread the lips apart and pulled his head back, spitting for lubrication. You gasped at the feeling of your clit being attacked by his tongue. He closed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, causing all the air in your lungs to dissipate.

Your legs closed around Jaehyun’s head as he brought two fingers to your hole and stuck them inside you. The noise of your arousal and the whines you were letting out made Jaehyun go insane, making his actions more aggressive. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good.” a loud groan left your mouth at the feel of the vibration Jaehyun made as he spoke against your cunt.

“God, I could eat you out all day.” He growled, going back to devouring you.

As his tongue worked his magic on your folds, his fingers moved at a fast-paced rhythm- doing all sorts of things to get you to reach your orgasm. Your head nodded back in pleasure and your fingers raked through his soft brown hair, pulling on the strands whenever he did something exceptionally sweet. For a moment, your eyes closed, but they opened the moment you felt a tight squeeze on your ass. Gasping, you looked down at Jaehyun, who was staring right back at you with dark, lustful orbs. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He said, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot. Your legs squeezed around his head as you came, the eye contact and deepness of his voice sending you off the rails.

“That was uncalled for.” You panted as he put your panties back on and gently brought you back in front of him- his hands holding your hips.

“Then don’t beg.” Jaehyun leaned down, kissing you one last time before walking out of the closet, leaving you alone in a room full of fancy clothing.

Hours later, the word ‘baby’ was all that went through your mind.

The way he said it so carelessly as he pleasured you; the way he kisses you whenever he feels like it; the light touches to the small of your back to guide you in the right direction; the way he can randomly appear at your doorstep on weekends, and you just continue your day with him beside you; how happy you felt when he called your name; when he sends you little smiley faces and hearts when you text; how he boops your nose when you look at him in a way he finds cute or funny.

They all make your heart flutter in the best of ways, and they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Sort of like you were a real couple.

Your eyes widened at the thought, overthinking the simple statement that echoed through the walls of your skull.

“Madame, madame… Jesus.” Ten cursed under his breath after repeatedly calling for you. He snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. He stared at you as he pushed his thick framed glasses up on his nose with a heavy sigh. “As I was saying,” he rolled his eyes and turned back to face the fifteen other people in the conference room. “I don’t think the third photo should be featured in this year’s fall collection- I understand the clothing matches but the concept doesn’t match the rest of them.”

“What do you suggest we do, Madame?” your employees turned to you, desperate for an answer.

Your eyes drifted around the room, landing on a certain someone leaning against the open doorway with a smirk on his face. With a quickening heartbeat, you looked away and answered the question- suddenly feeling small under that intense gaze of his.

“Ask the model if they have room in their schedule to do another shoot- tell them I’ll pay for everything and pay them extra. Give them my sincerest apologies. Get the design team to come up with a concept that’s similar but not too similar as the other ones.”

“How much should we take out of your paycheck?” a woman with her hair tightly pinned back, asked as she scribbled something down on her clipboard.

“Take sixty percent out, give thirty to Mr. Lee and another thirty to the model.” Jaehyun feigned a surprised expression. “Is there anything else?” the workers shook their heads and stood when you did. “Great, then the meeting is dismissed; go enjoy your lunch.”

You practically ran towards the door, grabbing Jaehyun by the wrist and speed walking to your office. His soft chuckle filled your ears as he trailed behind you. Your mind raced with a jumble of thoughts, the largest one being why the sex partner that you had a crush on showed up at your work when you explicitly told him not to do so.

Once you reached your office, you threw Jaehyun inside, sending him stumbling into the lavish room. You slammed the glass door shut and locked it, bringing down all the curtains of your windows.

“Turning the blinds down? Scandalous; what do you plan on doing to me today, Madame?” he teased as he pulled you into his waist.

“Why did you come here?” you asked.

“Do you not want me here?” He raised a brow. With a sigh you looked up at him as he swayed your bodies in a circle.

“No, no- I just don’t want people finding out.”

“Ten knows.” his brows furrowed.

“That’s not what I meant,” you frowned when Jaehyun stopped moving and pulled away from you.

“Then what do you mean, y/n?”

“I just don’t want people finding out that their boss had her first orgasm at twenty-six, after she got divorced from her husband of eight years.” you explained.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” he mumbled and leaned against your desk as he watched you pace back and forth across the room.

“I-I’m not ashamed; it’s just a little embarrassing, I mean- they see me as such a strong figure that I just don’t want them to know.”

“First, you just contradicted yourself completely; second, why don’t you just tell them we’re a couple? Surely if you tell them that, they’ll back off.”

“But that’s the thing!” you cried. “We’re not a couple! I don’t want to lie to them, because what if they find out and then never believe me when I tell them when I’m actually dating someone? What then?”

“So then let’s date.”

“Yeah, maybe we should do that- wait what?” your strides stopped and you turned to stare at a smiling Jaehyun.

“Y/n,” he slowly got off the edge of the glass table, and made his way towards you. “Would you do me the great honour of letting me take you out on a date?” He took you by the hand and pulled you in close the way he did only moments before.

“We’ve been on some already, why are you asking me this now.” You asked as you lip jut out just a tad.

“Well that was before I had confirmed that we shared the same feelings.” Jaehyun stated. “Plus, I wouldn’t really count those as ‘dates’— so let me take you out on a real one; as someone who wants to be your boyfriend, not just your personal call boy.” You scoffed at his self-degrading choice of words. “Is that a yes or a no?” He tilted your chin up with a finger.

“I’ll sleep on it.” You let out a breath of air and cast your eyes to the side, as if you really did need to think much about his offer.

He leaned in close to the right side of your face, his lips grazing your ear when he softly spoke. “If you say yes, I’ll make love to you the way I should’ve the first night I saw you.”

And just like that, you were a goner— knees weak, crumpling like a piece of paper in his arms. He chuckled deeply and kissed your temple when you scolded him.

“Don’t say things like that when we’re in public.”

“We’re in a room that you locked and that you shut all the blinds to. So think baby,” with his chest flush against yours, he looked you straight in the eye. “Are we really in public?” his voice was lowered to a deep growl.

Before you could answer, there was a knock at the door and the jingle of a set of keys.

“Chair, now.” you whispered harshly.

In a flash, Jaehyun flicked the lights on and took one long stride to a seat in front of your desk, sitting on the lush cushion just as the door opened.

“So, Mr. Jeong- what brings you here?” you asked, placing the pads of your fingertips together- forming a triangle. Your eyes darted to the woman who had opened the door, Ten standing behind her with a smile of annoyance. They moved back to the man in the navy blue suit in front of you.

Trying to keep his smile down, his tongue poked at his cheek before he replied. “I’ve come in place for my mother, she wanted to discuss something with you about the recent photoshoot you had promoting her new line.” the man crossed his legs, clasping his hands together.

“And what is it that she would like to discuss, Mr. Jeong?”

“She didn’t tell me exactly, but she did say that she wanted to talk about it over dinner; so shall I give you the details?”

“Oh yes of course! Please, use these.” you slid over a pen and notepad.

Jaehyun quickly scribbled something down before sending it back your way. You felt his eyes watching you as you read his neat writing.

If you call me Mr. Jeong one more time, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.

“Well, Jaehyun I’ll contact your mother- please leave.” your hand pointed to the door where your co-workers were still watching as your teasing disintegrated into a flustered one. With a loud laugh, Jaehyun stood up from his chair wearing a very wide grin. “I’ll see you later, y/n.” he said in a sing-song voice.

vi.

“I told you I’d fuck you if you called me Mr. Jeong one more time.” he said against your lips.

“That was almost a year ago, you think I’d remember that?” you chuckled as he pushed you down onto the bed, yelping as your back hit the mattress. As you moved backwards, the familiar scene of Jaehyun almost pouncing on you the very first time you had sex flashed through your mind. Now, on your ten month anniversary, here he was doing almost the exact same thing.

“You remembered me telling you that I’d fuck the life out of you a year and a half ago don’t you? Isn’t that how we’re here?” a soft hand caressed the curve of your back, tingles spreading like a wildfire wherever he touched you.

“Maybe,” you hummed excitedly, nipping at his lips.

“Oh baby, I’m not gonna fuck you sensless today,” he chuckled darkly. “Can you try and remember what I told you ten months ago after I asked you out on a date?” You shook your head lightly as Jaehyun hovered his mouth right above your ear. “I’m going to make love to you the way I should have the night I first saw you.” he purred.

Jaehyun cupped one cheek as he sloppily left small love bites down your neck, all while grinding his clothed erection on your own clothed heat. “Jae can you please just fuck me?”

“I just said I was gonna-”

“Make love to me, I know. But I’m impatient and horny so if you would just please, put your dick inside me, that would be very much appreciated.” Jaehyun huffed loudly and pulled away from you.

“I’m not horny anymore.” he frowned, sitting at the side of the bed. “I know you wanna fuck me.” you said, still on his side. Jaehyun’s eyes slowly drifted to watch your hands fiddle with the string of your silk pajama top in a teasing manner.

“You’re right.” he jumped back at you with a goofy smile.

“I know.” you buzz happily, kissing him on the lips once more.

“You make my head hurt.” Ten huffed as both him and Winwin stared at the grinning couple.

“You owe me forty bucks.” the youngest said, holding out his hand- waiting for the fashion designer to give him his money. “Sucker.” Winwin sniggered as Ten counted out his cash.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Jaehyun’s best friend asked after placing the money in his wallet.

“Ten months and three weeks.” the man next to you squeezed your hand.

The eldest in front of you gasped overdramatically. “How’d you keep it a secret for that long? And how did I not find out?!” Ten yelled, earning concerned stares from the other people in the restaurant.

“I thought you had already figured it out, we just wanted to tell you together.” you gaped.

“Okay, first of all, calm down. And second, maybe you’re just bad.” you stated.

“What do you mean, bad?” the eldest looked at you quizzically, to which you shrugged.

“I don’t know, just… bad.” you responded and Ten scoffed.

“Okay, but did you fuck yet?” Winwin placed a hand out in the middle of the table, pausing everyone else’s conversations.

“Dude,” Jaehyun said, resting his arm over your shoulder. “We’ve been fucking.”

“I thought you said you were going to marry her first-”

“You have to date and fuck before marriage.” Ten said. You laughed lightly at your best friend’s comment, making him realize what he said before laughing too. “I take that back.”

Hours later, you sat quietly in the car as your mind raced with a plethora of intrusive thoughts.

“You never said anything about marriage.” you said with your hand fiddling with his as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

“It’s too soon.”

“But you’re the one who told Sicheng you were going to marry me the night of the party.”

“I know I did… and I will.” he eyed you, catching the small smile on your face although it sounded like you were pouting.

“How do you know?” your fingers tickled his skin as they brushed it lightly.

“Are you doubting me?” he joked. Your eyes went wide and you began stuttering, trying to find the right words.

“N-no, I-I was just asking!” you panicked as you explained, squeezing his hand.

“Because it was written in the stars that we were meant to meet again and fall in love.” he said with a soft grin. “W-what’s wrong, why are you crying?” he pulled over to the side of the road, turning to you and cupped your face in his big hands.

“You’re so romantic.” you howled, leaning more into his touch as he laughed whole-heartedly. “I’m sorry, I’ve been so emotional lately- I don’t know why.” you sniffed.

“Maybe you’re just pms-ing.” he smiled, kissing your nose.

“No, I’m late this month.” the smile dropped off your boyfriend’s face and he pulled your head farther back to look into your red eyes.

“What did you just say?” He raised a brow.

“Babe, it’s not that big a deal, I'm just a few days late.” he gave you a look, telepathically telling you to repeat what you said for a second time. “Holy fucking shit,” your eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit, Jaehyun I’m three weeks late!”

“You just said a few days!” he ripped his hands off your cheeks.

“Well I’m sorry if it took me a second to think about when my uterus started to shed last, Jaehyun.” you spat.

“Why did you word it like that?” he made a face of disgust.

“Who gives a shit, drive! We have to go get tests!” you pointed to the open road.

“Right, right- sorry.” you rolled your eyes as he started the engine again and pulled into the empty lane- driving to the nearest convenience store.

He parked the car in a free spot before turning to you. “Stay right here.” he said before almost tripping out of the car and running into the convenience store.

“Welcome- Oh! Hi hyung!” a raspy voice came from behind the counter. Head snapping in the clerks direction, Jaehyun smiled at the young boy.

“Jisung, where are your pregnancy tests?”

“Right behind me… hyung did you get someone pregnant?”

“Possibly my girlfriend; now can I have three of each brand you carry?” The man spoke quickly, not trying to take too much time chit chatting when he could be finding out if he was going to be a father. “Great, thank you; say hi to your family and see you at the wedding.” Jaehyun said, snagging the bag from his younger cousin after he paid.

Running back to the car, your boyfriend dropped the bag in your lap and frantically pulled out a small velvet box.

“Do you want it? Yes or no.” you gasped at the beautiful shiny ring displayed in between two felt cushions. “Come on babe we don’t have all night, there is a possible baby in your womb.” you stayed silent, staring at the diamond. “I promise I’ll buy you another ring and make the proposal way more romantic and nice, but right now-”

“Yes!”

“Oh thank fuck.” he sighed heavily and pulled out the silver band, slipping it on your ring finger before kissing your hand. “Okay let’s go home and see if we’re having a baby.” he rolled his shoulders back and buckled his seat belt- backing out of the vacant lot.

The drive was silent, but it let each of you think.

“That means we’re moving in with each other.” you stated.

“My place or your place?” he glanced over at you and made a right turn.

“For now, your place- but once the baby comes, I say we keep them as vacation homes and then buy a real house.” you suggested. “My semi is too small to have a nursery, and the penthouse is too nice to have a baby.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.” he chuckled as he pulled into the driveway of the condo building. Unbuckling your belts, Jaehyun tossed the keys to the valet driver while you got out. After rushing over to his side, your fiancé kept his hand on the small of your back as you hurried into the building- convenience store bag in hand, ready to learn what your future holds.

Well, at least as ready as you both could have been.

vii.

“Go! Go! Run, get up the stairs!” Jaehyun yelled once the elevator doors opened. Your feet slid against the wood as you zoomed across the floor to the staircase. “Babe what are you doing?”

“What?” you cried with one foot on the first step, preparing to sprint up the rest of them.

“Why are you running?” he looked at you if you were spewing nonsense on how you saw a cow driving a tow-truck.

“Wh- you just said to run up the stairs!”

“Not when you could possibly be carrying our child!” he shouted back.

“Whatever, just hurry and get me something to pee in.” you stomped up the stairs.

“Stomp lightly!”

“Oh fuck off.” you yelled at him.

viii.

“Have you peed yet?”

“Jaehyun, you brought me a wine glass, give me one fucking second.” you said bitterly.

There was about two minutes worth of silence.

“Come on, I know you can pee, do it. Just pee for me.”

“I’m gonna come and pee on you.”

“Whatever you’re into, baby.”

“Jeong Yuno shut the fuck up. Oh, hey look, I’m doing it!” You laughed in disbelief.

Your fiancé chuckled as he left from his post outside the door- giving you the time you needed to be by yourself with your nine pregnancy tests and your piss in a wine glass.

ix.

It was two forty-eight in the morning when Jaehyun received a call from the woman in his bathroom.

“Hello?” he sighed tiredly, with his head leaned against the wall outside his room.

“I’m so glad you don’t have a daddy kink.” you also let out a breath from the other line.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” he laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks at the exciting news.

lol this is my first like... fully finished fic- so don't be too harsh with me. there was a lot more that i wanted to add to this but i still like it, maybe i'll re-write it later, but for now, i'm keeping it this way. i hope you liked it and you're welcome to send in your feedback because i'm always looking for ways to improve!

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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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