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Two for two on Leon posts written in the middle of the night where I promptly flop back into bed. I just think Leon has a lot of ship potential. I don't even ship characters much, I don't really ship Leon with anyone in particular, but he's got good matchs.
Like. You have Sonia. Classic setup of childhood friends who drifted apart from one another and reconnect years afterwards and find there is definitely some spark between them. (I also wholly believe that the two "dated" when they were kids, but because they were kids they didn't understand romance and just forgot about it entirely. Didn't even hold hands because ew cooties.)
And you also have Raihan. And it's like... they're rivals, what more should I say. It's not even a "bro you're making our esteemed rivalry look gay" situation, they can just so easily mesh as rivals AND bfs with minimal bending of canon.
Those are obviously the most popular two (unless I'm really out of the loop), but then you have the smaller ships that you don't see as much that still just work. Like, I don't see much of Leon and Piers together, but they work. Perfect human sunshine and brooding vampire combo. I can't think of the actual phrase to use but I think that gets the point across.
You could pin him up with Kabu, sure, Leon can get down with the foxy grandpa. Fuck it, you could put him with, like, Meloney, and it would be fine. He deserves to be with a milf, as a little treat. You could ship him with fucking Wes from Pokemon Colleseum for the Nintendo Gamecube and it would seem understandable. He would do that, your honor, keep scrolling.
idk i'm tired night
#pokemon#pokemon leon#champion leon#oh no... ship tags#lionheartshipping#truerivalshipping#why are pokemon ships names just so... not normal who makes these#desertsportshipping#<- i think thats the one for leon and wes??? maybe??#idk he is also just really easy for selfship/oc x canon sheningans bc he is very much perfect boyfriend material#like here is your wonderful champion of a man who's biggest flaw is his inability to be open and vulnerable with the people around him bc h#believes he has to be the best and strongest person who others rely on while never having problems himself#and guess what... you can fix him#more like you can help him open up i guess but the line is funnier#is it really a late night post from bae if i dont vomit in the tags?#also not proofreading this i will do it in the morn#kisses you on the forehead goodnight sugar i luv you#go to bed if you are sleepy or havent in awhile it is what leon would want
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I don't know if you've done it yet but I would like to request Ren lines? I'm having tokyo debunker Ren brainrot bro đ.
@otomelover23
You're all very welcome! I love you guys too, so far! Sorry you've been deprived of lazy boi lolol HOPEFULLY THESE SATISFY YOU A LITTLE BIT.
He's a little tsundere I think. He's one of those characters who just wants to be normal but he can't just pretend to be normal because he lives surrounded by chaos so he just complains a lot lolol. . .but i think he's a good guy. Aside from that he does not help his mother captain at all.
Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)
"Great, shift change. I'm gonna head out then... What? Do I really need to be here for that?"
You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)
"I think you've got a notification... Aren't you going to look at it?"
Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)
"Who did I disappoint in a past life to end up in Jabberwock... There's no general students or even a single other sane person, and these jumpsuits are a crime..."
"Why do I have to look after all these weird-ass animals? This is forced labor... Â Ugh, they're so gross..."
"If you're just gonna stand there, could you go feed the animals in the aquatic zone? Â I'm too busy."
"Ugh, why is that clown calling me... ... Whatever, I'll just let it ring out."
you know damn well that if you don't answer the phone you're gonna have to deal with Haru in person. Better to just answer it.
"Oh, hey... Could you open the link I sent you? No, you don't have to sign up or anything. Thanks."
Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)
"Ugh... Tell me how I'm supposed to sit through classes when I've been up since 4 AM? (yawn) I'm exhausted..."
well if you didn't stay up until 4am--oh who am i kidding i stayed up til like 3 watching a stream and reading datamine stuff and then I got up at like 6:30 to get ready for work I'm no better kekw.
Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Ugh... I can't believe I'm hiding right now... Why the hell does that clown have to chase me around at lunch time too?"
Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Preach about doing it for the sake of your friends or the animals or whatever all you wantâ I really don't give a shit. People who say that stuff are just deluding themselves."
i've known people with this kind of cynicism before. once he finds people care about him and a little more stability he'll come around a little more.
Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Huh? I can't see that clown anywhere... Hell yes. Gonna get through my watch list. I hope he never comes back."
Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)
"I'm grinding this game on my phone, so could you not talk to me for a while? Crap, I think my RSI is flaring up..."
in Japanese he specifies tendonitis haha
Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Don't people get embarrassed calling out those words when they use their stigmas? It makes them look like LARPers..."
in japanese he says they sound like they have chuunibyou which is much funnier imo lmao. also i guess that means he can say his in his head? since he'd feel embarrassed doing it aloud, maybe he's practiced already lol
Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)
"You think I sigh a lot? Got a problem with that? You realize trying to take away people's freedom of speech is power harrassment, right?"
you're starting to sound like ritsu. gonna hurt yourself reaching like that.
Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"I'm so done... I'm out of HP... Shouldn't I be exempt from missions and classes since I'm looking after all those animals?"
well based on one of Haku's chats, you can just do missions if you don't go to class, and based on Kaito you can just go to class instead of doing missions. . .but I'm sure Haru forces him on missions anyway lol. . . .
Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Pfft... The video of that clown getting attacked by that hawk thing is getting so many interacts. This editing thing's actually pretty fun."
does editing count as a creative effort? i wouldn't be surprised if he switched to Hotarubi next year if so, assuming he doesn't get used to Jabberwock and the animals. Also why didn't he get stopped by Sophy for uploading a video with an anomaly? Unless he uploaded it to an Institute social media site like WickHive or something. . . .
Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Gotta change the locks so that clown can't get in again. I've bought enough padlocks to start my own business by now..."
life haru finds a way. sometimes that way is "towa, break down the door" if he runs out of lockpicking equipment.
Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)
"My head's killing me... This is the worst... Rise and shine! my ass... It's basically still the middle of the night. Guess I should padlock my windows..."
5-6am I can understand being 'basically the middle of the night' but after that you're pushing it lmao
Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)
"The cafeteria's way over capacity... The assholes who save seats before its even noon are ruining it for everyone else..."
Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"Why's my pay so low... huh? What's this deduction for? "Consultation Fee: Ritsu Shinjo..." He's seriously charging me for complaining...?"
Ritsu charges for looking at him too long. i'd try venting on wickhive over complaining to Ritsu.
Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)
"That rabbit sure has it good. All it has to do is breathe and everyone fawns over it. Doesn't even have to feed itself. Just wait till it grows up and learns what the world's really like."
WELL BASED ON THAT THE ADULT PEEKABOO WAS STILL BEING FAWNED OVER AND HARU HAD TO STOP PEOPLE FROM PETTING IT BECAUSE IT BITES. . .IT'LL PROBABLY STILL HAVE IT GOOD. Haru takes good care of the animals.
Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)
"Sup... Huh? I'm alone today. I just got up on my own since if I don't that clown'll wake me up anyway."
yeah? it's because of haru? not because of your affinity with the pc being more than half so you wanna be up earlier to spend more time with them? sure.
Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)
"Oof, nearly missed the noon raid... Â Not like I'll have any time to myself once I get back to the dorm, so I guess I should do it now..."
Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)
"No, I'm not going to sleep yet. I'm gonna watch a horror B-movie. You don't have to think, so they're the perfect thing to watch before bed."
i used to watch/listen to mts3k to go to sleep so. i feel this.
Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Well done me for surviving another day... Oh, same to you too, {PC}. I don't how you can do this stuff voluntarily."
SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE ANIMALS DAWG.
Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)
"Huh? I'm going to the campus store to buy some stuff, where are you going? Well, I'm going that way, so...bye."
not sure if shy or asocial lmao. could be both!
Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)
"You're being forced to help out again? Wow, a doormat out in the wild. So? Where do you want me to carry all this food?"
he's helping you even though he doesn't wanna work. HE'S GOT IT BAD.
Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)
"This? It's a video I uploaded. People seem really into it. It's of that clown getting chased by a dog and flailing around like one of those inflatable air dancers."
Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)
"What am I doing today? Working at the diner. Oh, if you want to keep me company, feel free to come by. As long as you serve yourself."
it's not a date or anything since he's at work but like. . .he is inviting you to hang out. . . .
Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)
"Huh? You were waiting for me to get off work? Oh... Thanks. Wait, that clown put you up to this?! I'm gonna kill him..."
NO NO WE CAME HERE WILLINGLY probably. although it does seem like Haru to be like "oh hey Ren really really likes you, you should go pick him up from work! he'd love that!!" like a real nosy mom who's trying to get his son together with his crush.
Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)
"When did it get this late? That was horrifyingly fast... I'll walk part of the way back with you. I was gonna go buy something to drink anyway..."
excuses, excuses. . . .
Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)
"Every day here is a fresh hell, sure, but... You're suffering through it with me, so I guess I'll stick it out a little longer..."
'this sucks but you make it suck a little(a lot) less so i can keep going'. yep, that's our tsundere alright!
Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)
"That clown's even more slap-happy than usual latelyâit's horrible. Has he got spring fever or something?"
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Otonashi keeps trying to make me drink some kind of rice porridge with weird flowers in it... It's actual porridge harassment."
considering the flower Towa associates with Ren is poisonous, i think it's safe to assume he is literally trying to poison him to death lmao. also wtf is porridge harassment--i even tried looking it up in japanese and the first thing that came up was someone screenshotting it and saying "what is porridge harassment" lolol
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"All this farm labor's bad enough without all the caterpillars and weird plants that are out there now...This is harassment."
what's harassing you, nature? as someone who just had to kill a huge mosquito that came into my room, nature is harassing me too.
(between 8pm and 5am)
"I hate cherry blossoms. They're like the flower version of being a legacy kidâ all they have to do is bloom once a year and everyone claps."
in japanese what he says is something like 'i hate them just like people born with silver spoons in their mouths'. basically he hates people born into privilege lol i bet he'd have the potential to get along well with haku until he learns he'll be inheriting a shrine. . .then again he's getting along with Ritsu in their own little way
Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)
"This is the worst... It's not even noon yet, how is it so hot? Summer is for extroverts and party animals, I wish it could just be over already..."
(between 11am and 4pm)
"A group trip to the beach? I'd rather die. No decent person would ever go there of their own free will."
butbutbut. think of the summer skins!!!
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Summer was our busy period back home, so I always had to kill myself helping out. Now I'm here though... nothing's changed."
. . .did Ren's family run some sort of seaside shop??? And he happened to end up afraid of the ocean and hating aquatic creatures and such?
(between 8pm and 5am)
"How can the A/C be banned in the dorm...? Who gives a shit what temperature some anomalous animal that sneaks in prefers, humans should come first..."
okay i agree with him here though what the fuck kind of rule is that. can we talk to hyde about that, that's insane haru.
Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)
"Now it's getting colder, I nearly found myself feeling grateful for this tragic jumpsuit... Am I being brainwashed...?"
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Fall, the season of the harvestâI'll stick with cup noodles, thanks. "Fall, the season to enjoy the outdoors"âscrew that. I'm gonna make it the season of naps."
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"LookâI got bitten by some weird bug anomaly. To hell with the stupid bug spray ban, I'm buying some."
(between 8pm and 5am)
"I feel like the mountains are rowdier when there's a full moon. Pretty sure my enemy encounter rate goes up when I'm on patrol too... Maybe I'm just imagining it."
is 'enemy encounter rate' here referring to people or anomalies. . .because if it's people then that's just because of tsukimi. . .although I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lot of anomalies or anomalies were more active on full moons.
Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)
"There's less patrols in winter but anything involving water like washing up gets even worse... Ugh, I wish I could hibernate too..."
(between 11am and 4pm)
"Since the climate in Jabberwock's so messed up, sometimes it's actually warm in winter. The blizzards are way stronger though..."
have you tried pissing towa off less?
(between 4pm and 8pm)
"Oh god, I just saw what's in the diner's new Mystery Hot Pot... It's gotta be a matter of time before this place goes bust..."
i mean if they had ordinary health inspectors maybe lolol
(between 8pm and 5am)
"That clown broke my window so my room's like a freezer... Oh, don't worry. I just took his room instead."
lmao imagine Ren invites you to hang out and takes you to Haru's room instead of his like nah he broke my window so i'm using his room and he can freeze.
His birthday: (July 25th)
"You got this for me? That clown's been spreading my personal info around... No, it's fine, I'll still take it. Thanks."
i guess he doesn't really tell people his birthday, huh.
Your birthday:
"Happy birthday, {PC}. ...Isn't it kind of rude to look so surprised I'd celebrate your birthday? That came from the heart, you know."
I MEAN YOU NORMALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING. . .it's happy surprise!!!
New Years: (January 1st)
"Happy New Year. My resolution? Escaping the hell hole that is Jabberwock, for starters."
well you got here in like September or something so. you've got a while befor eyou can switch houses lmao but you can do it this year!
Valentine's Day: (February 14th)
"You got me chocolates? You're the type who does all this kind of stuff, huh? No, it's fine, you went to the trouble and everything so I'll take them."
i love when characters kinda mock you for doing getting them something but then they're like "nonono i want it gimme--" lolol from Ren especially it's very tsundere. poor guy wouldn't be straightforward about his feelings unless a damn life was on the line.
White Day: (March 14th)
"{PC}... Here, if you want them. I just bought the first thing I saw, so don't read into it..."
i bet it's actually really nice lolol
April Fool's Day: (April 1st)
"Guess what? I got special permission to switch houses. That nightmare is now behind me! I wish..."
Halloween: (October 31st)
"I hope everyone who gets excited about Halloween lives in misery for the rest of their lives. Why the hell do I have to help out with this stupid themed tour?"
Christmas: (December 25th)
"Can I ask you a question, {PC}? You don't still believe in Santa Claus, do you? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Have a good Christmas."
i mean. . .after coming here santa is a plausible entity to believe in. . .if there's gonna be a santa i don't wanna be caught not believing and missing out on gifts. . . .
Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)
"Where'd she go...? Whatever. Guess I'll catch up on some of my games."
(13 affinity and above)
"Pfft... This edit's awesome. I'm a genius. I'll show {PC} when she gets back."
true bonding is sharing the funny memes you worked hard on. . . .
Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)
"It's not like I was waiting for you or anything. It's just this hell hole is even more unbearable when you're not around..."
YEP THAT'S OUR UNFORTUNATE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE TSUNDERE ALRIGHT. His lines don't really get super affectionate but. They still have a charm to them when you realize how much he hides his feelings in the usual tsundere way. He likes you a lot but like. . .it's a bother and it's embarrassing. . .and what're the chances you're into him? He'll just invite you over to watch movies and play games with him and stuff. . .and tell himself it's fine to just be friends until it eats away at him. . .or until Haru spills the beans for him--
this took way too long because i got distracted like three times in the middle and my laptop started freaking out and i had to figure out why and close and reopen everything about 8 times hahaha. . . . OKAY TIME FOR ME TO GO TO BED! I hope this satisfies you a little bit!!
#ren shiranami#tokyo debunker#tokyo debunker spoilers#datamining cw#danie yells at tokyo debunker#danie yells answers#danie yells with anons#I ONCE AGAIN HAVE A DOUBLE TOMORROW LIKE EVERY WEEKEND but then i can sleep a little more sunday night#it is almost 1am lol i haven't even had anything to eat yet. . . .#i probably shittalk him a little bit i do love him. like what a relateable dude.
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Tagged by @a-lonely-dunedain to plug OC names into this heacanon generator and see if it fits.
LĂ©onys:
LĂ©onys doesn't own a single pair of matching socks.
Okay, so in actuality no, LĂ©onys has lots of pairs of matching socks and is actually pretty neat about her clothes and stuff when she's at home. BUT I can see this becoming one of those annoying widely-accepted fanon headcanons in direct contradiction to canon because 95% of the time the reader is exposed to her in a, "Has been living in the woods for 3-8 business days, has not spoken to another human being in almost a week, ate bark that was still attached to the tree, laid flat on her back with her mouth open while it was raining to get a drink (for fun)," kind of state, or the many stages of breakdown I dragged her through in LĂ©onys of Rohan. I think if my stuff had a bigger following a lot of people would have trouble reconciling that LĂ©onys with the way she acts when she's, like, in a house.
LĂ©onys does not know what sleep is.
She really does not LMAO. Take a nap, girl
LĂ©onys is smart but also very stupid.
I mean this one's vague enough that it could apply to basically anyone I think. Which means it's a winner! LĂ©onys figured out, on her own, within a few days of properly meeting him, that Aragorn was the heir of the old kings. She also got involved in all that because she saw brigands with hostages and was like, "Go and get help? Tell the town guard? Involve the other hunters? Nah! I'll just follow them! :) and take care of it myself :)."
LĂ©onys crashed a riding lawn mower into their fence.
Absolutely not the ride-on lawnmower goes nowhere except where she told it to go. The âšđđ€đđbond âšđđ€đđ that exists between the Rohirrim and their horses ride-on lawnmowers
Hathellang:
Hathellang is a cry baby.
I mean I guess it depends on what about. This also sort of sounds like a headcanon made up by someone who doesn't actually like the character, so, you know. Subjective. I don't think so. But there's not a lot I would label crybaby anyway.
Hathellang has a roblox account.
Disclaimer: I've never played Roblox. But yeah, I feel like he has one. He used to play a lot more than he does now. But that was years ago. These days no one knows he has it except for LĂ©onys. But sometimes when one of the other kids complains that someone was too mean to them on Roblox he logs on and, well, see,,, if the offender didn't have bannable offenses to work with already then suddenly,,,,, mysteriously,,,,,,,,, they start committing bannable offenses. For literally no reason whatsoever, they must have just felt like it, suddenly. Who knows! Anyway, reported.
(I.E. Hathellang would be a holy terror on the internet, somehow able to talk the trolls into getting themselves banned while only barely toeing the line himself. A power that could be used for good or evil. He uses it to back up his kid siblings on disagreements over the Walmartland makeup obby.)
Hathellang believes in Santa.
He does not! But he's really dedicated to keeping the Santa Experience alive for the younger kids. Also I feel like in a modern AU he'd be super into the Santa Clause movies.
Belharen:
Belharen is afraid of doing anything without their parent's permission.
Belharen is involved in the plot because she ran away from home. Without her parents' permission. That doesn't mean she's not afraid of doing things without her parents' permission. But she still does them.
Ferelin:
Ferelin is tumblr famous.
Oh my god yes. Spot on. IDK what I can add. His shitposts are legendary. Made a new friend. Have informed him that I do not know what a roof is. Think he has little enough knowledge of the Shire that this should fly with him. Eager to see how this plays out. Update: Friend in question visiting my house right now as we speak. Made comment about the roof. Think he remembers what I told him when we first met. Except funnier, probably, IDK. I wonder what his URL would be. He casually refers to his improbable and near-miraculous ability to heal basically anything by singing to it very stubbornly and people think it's some kind of extended bit. He lets them think so because they started to come up with theories about it and it's kind of funny.
Dahlia:
Dahlia knows fnaf lore.
Probably, lol. I feel like she wouldn't play the games, though. I've never played them, this is vibes-based. She just knows the lore. For some reason. Maybe she watches hour-long YouTube videos breaking it down to relax.
And because I've been thinking about her recently some Pegweneth:
Pegweneth instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.
Pegweneth judges people for having messes in their houses TBH. Privately. In her head. She does not clean them. Her house is not clean.
Pegweneth knocks people over by hugging them.
If she knows them very well and is confident they're okay with it.
Pegweneth is not good with social cues.
She knows what they are. She just thinks they're stupid she's above them she responded to them appropriately when she really didn't.
Hmmm, seems like a lot of people I would normally tag in these things have been tagged already. I know many people with OCs and I know that many of them dislike this sort of fandom/headcanon stuff. Open invitation to do it if you want to?
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Connor and the Brat {Part 7}
A/N: itâs Connors turn to take Brat on a day pass and we can be sure that drama will follow because Ellis and Olivia always be causing problems. TW: Slut shaming (Ellis and Olivia who else) remember donât read if it will give you the sad because you are important â€ïž
Dr. Charles had told Connor that Brat was nearing the end of her stay and this would be one of her last day passes. Dr. Charles had also heavily hinted that all of the IOP transition houses were currently full and Brat would have to stay until a spot opened unless someone offered to mentor her and allowed them to live with them. Everyone had offered but realistically Connor was the most practical choice. Will and Natalie had a young Owen at home, Ben and Maggie were both will recovering from their respective cancer treatments, April and Ethan were trying to have a baby and Ava felt that she couldnât be affectionate enough to Ravenna and of course Sarah had been her doctor so that would be extremely unethical. Connor had decided that their day pass would be a nice dinner and then taking Brat to the park so he could tell her she would be living with him and then eventually showing her around the condo so she could get an idea of how she would like things to be decorated. He had already tasked Ava and Sarah with finding a dress for Brat and he was running late picking her up.
âSomeoneâs got a hot date.â He glared at Maggie as he signed into the visitors log because she knew damn well he was there for Brat and she was doing nothing more than stirring the pot.
âItâs not like that Mags. Weâre just going out to dinner.â He didnât even sound that reassuring to himself so how he expected to convince Maggie he had no idea.
âMhm, you just go on being in denial itâll be so much funnier when it finally hits you.â He was about to ask Maggie when what hit him when Brat was escorted down by both Sarah and Ava, and they certainly knew how to play dress up on Brat. They had put her in a maroon cocktail dress with her hair straightened, long and gloss down her back with simple black heels and and a long black pea coat. It was obvious it wasnât something Brat would have picked for herself because she kept pulling at the bottom of the dress trying to make it longer, or maybe it was something she would have picked out for herself and was just uncomfortable wearing it in front of Connor since they were just now getting back to normal.
âAre you ready?â He whispered down to her and she nodded her head allowing him to take her hand in his and lead her out to his waiting porche. They drove in comfortable silence before they arrived at the restaurant Connor throwing his keys to they valet and going to open Brats door and help her out.
âRhodes for two.â He politely told the hostess and allowed Brat to go first and pick her seat making sure to scoot her in before sitting down himself.
âConnor this is an awful lot of work just for a day pass, not that I donât appreciate it.â She was looking around the restaurant in wonder and he kicked himself for not taking her somewhere more low key and were she would probably be more comfortable.
âI want you to enjoy yourself, plus we have something we have to talk about before you go back tonight.â She took a drink of her water and tried to laugh but noticed the serious look on Connor face.
âOh itâs really serious then I donât think Iâve ever seen you look like a robot this long before.â The managed to get a small chuckle out of Connor but it quickly died when he saw the panic struck look on Brats face, her green eyes as wide a baby deers. He followed her line of sight only to see Ellis and Olivia had already spotted them and were making their way over.
âWhat did I tell you Olivia, sheâs Dr. Rhodes pet slut. Why else would he bring a psych patient here? Heâs paying her for her services. I guess now we know why he was so adamant about seeing her everyday.â They didnât wait for Connor and Brat to fire off a retort and he could have sworn he had seen Olivia mouth that she was sorry over her shoulder but the damage had already been done. Brat was clearly doubting both herself and Connor after what Ellis had said.
âIs that really what people think? Is that why everyone came up to see me? They wanted to see if I was your slut?â She was trying so hard to be strong but he could hear the quiver in her voice and knew he needed to get them out of there before she started crying.
âThatâs not it at all, they went to visit you because they wanted to check on you. Ellis is just full of shit like always. Come in letâs get out of here.â Connor grabbed Brats hand and made sure to tell the hostess they were leaving and why, even going as far as to point out Ellis and Olivia, laughing when the hostess also made them leave. âIâve got something to talk to you about and we can get some pizza.â
Connor drive them back to his condo, the mood slightly darkened due to Ellisâ bullying but he remembered what Ava said and wouldnât say anything to Goodwin unless Brat asked him to. âYou can sit on the couch and Iâll find you something to change into.â He left to go to his bedroom getting Brat a pair of sweet pants and a t shirt to change into. When he came back into the living room he noticed she seemed to be aimlessly wondering around his condo looking at things.
âItâs beautiful.â She murmured to herself and a Connor smiled at her before sitting down and patting the spot next to him.
âWell Iâm glad you think so because youâll be staying with me when you get out. Just hear me out before you say anything. All of the IOP houses are full and you would have to stay at med until a bed opened and no one wants that for you. So Dr. Charles and I decided the condo would be the next best option for you and I could be your mentor.â
âBut Ellis and Olivia already have so much shit to say wonât that just make it worse.â He sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
âThose two are always going to have something to say but Iâm not letting you stay at Med any longer than you have to just because theyâre bullies.â She threw her arms around him and he felt her smile into his shoulder.
âThank you Connor.â
#chicago med#one chicago#connor rhodes#connor and the brat#daniel charles#natalie manning#will halstead#april sexton#ava bekker#sarah reese#connor rhodes x reader
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supernatural s11e19 the chitters (w. nancy won)
what on earth kind of story requires this setup of sam and dean-esque parallel kids that also involves one of the kids being gay and some goofy fucking monster
SAM So ⊠so we get back out there. We get back to work. We keep moving. We keep working. Weâll catch a break on Cas. We have to. Itâs ⊠itâs karma. DEAN You know, karmaâs been kicking us in the teeth lately.
LOL lately. yes, new phenomenon
dean/jackles sounds sick
i gasped when she showed up lol, she's so beautiful and i know i've seen in her in something but i'm not sure what. she was in bsg (imdb), but i have almost no memory of that show honestly
SHERIFF TYSON Twenty-seven years ago. About a dozen residents went missing. Twenty-seven years before that, another eight disappeared.
sounds like tooms on the xfiles with his every 30 year liver feast
After eating foie gras during a trip to France, Carter proposed the idea that the villain should consume human livers.[6][7] Morgan noted that the writers settled on the liver because it was "funnier" than any other organ.[6]
LOLL okay
DEAN What, youâre saying it was junkless?
i just talked about the junkless metatron in dogma recently lol after remembering the crack dean made about a junkless angel early on
DEAN Green eyes, buzzing. Weed alone doesnât conjure up that kind of scenario. [turns to Sam] Isnât that right, Sam? SAM Dude, I was eighteen. DEAN Sinner. SAM It was college. It was probably oregano anyways. DEAN Rebel. SAM Youâre an idiot.
glad dean enjoyed teasing sam about it. and i'm sure dean has partaken in pot more than once :p
cosigning this glare at dean
ah, the hunter origin story being the reason for the weird show open. why didn't i think of that! pretty sure i've seen this conversation with them that's about to happen, in a gifset. roll the dice on whether i will think it's cute or get annoyed at the wincest bait*
DEAN Ah, you guys fight just like brothers, almost as bad as us. CESAR Well, itâs more like an old married couple. DEAN Thatâs ⊠Oh, so ⊠[points back and forth to Jesse and Cesar] CESAR Yeah.
okay yeah embarrassing dean, you know it's bad when i tear off my headphones and yell stop at the computer :p deep breaths. i can do this.
DEAN Whatâs it like, settling down with a hunter? CESAR Smelly, dirty. Twice the worrying about getting ganked.
sort of saved it but jackles still played it awkward, made the weird face saying that line. sometimes he's completely smooth about accepting the info that someone is queer, and other times he does this. or worse yet, this thing with the cupid match being two guys where they focus on him being stunned for *10 seconds*. mild disgruntlement.
also maybe part of the point is he's asking what it's like being settled down with a hunter, when he's already settled down with a hunter. aside from fucking sam, i'm not sure how much more "settled" he can be. not to mention twice the worry about getting ganked, he just briefly killed himself in 11x17 trying to get sam back from being actually-not-dead.
anyway. cesar has a lovely voice and accent (and i appreciate the pronunciation of his name not being anglicized)
CESAR Yeah, itâll eat him alive if we donât. DEAN Itâs hard to watch someone go through that, isnât it? CESAR Yeah, I never had a brother or a sister, but Iâve seen it over and over, when someone loses someone when theyâre young. It never heals over. DEAN No, it doesnât. CESAR And the insane thing is, how many hunters have you seen over the years get their revenge? DEAN A few. CESAR Yeah. Me too. And they are never fixed, are they? DEAN No, I guess not. But, you gotta help him get that revenge anyway.
not me being reminded of how many years sam had to live without dean in the end. le sigh. but also the winchesters are constantly playing revenge whackamole
JESSE I never got over what I lost that day, the one person in the whole world I loved the most.
cut to meaningful look on sam. in case we forgot, how his brother is the person he loves most.
them going into this mine i'm like, haven't they done this before? wait didn't one of them break a leg in a mine?? or wait was that a fic i read :P
well, jesse finding the remains of his brother and the coin got me to cry a bit, good job guys. which also set the emotional tone for me to get even more weepy over the next conversation
SAM You know, whenever you and Dad used to leave me to go hunting, and I-and I wouldnât hear from yâall for a while, I, um, I was always sure that some vamp or rugaru, or take your pick, I always figured one of them finally got ya. I tried to think what to do, you know, the next step to take. I was just lost. DEAN We came back, though, every time.
the terror and loneliness of sam being left alone as a kid alone in whatever passed as home for the moment, out of contact. guh
SAM So, uh, whatâs freedom look like? JESSE Nice little spread in New Mexico. Weâve been paying on it for years. Set foot on it about ⊠twice? CESAR Gonna raise horses. And if that goes bust, Jesse used to be an EMT. JESSE Oh, so now Iâm supporting your ass? CESAR Itâs time to start living.
then cut to sam and dean in the car. on their neverending hunt. are they living.
SAM Couldnât do it, huh? DEAN No, didnât feel right. SAM Yeah. I know what you mean. Two hunters who make it to the finish line? DEAN Yeah, you leave that alone.
we know not everyone one in this car makes it to the finish line. i mean who's to say but 42 is too soon.
*sometimes i'm just like WHY DO THEY DO THIS. early on like in playthings (mini rant and clip there) when sam was pawing at dean looking like he's one step from trying to kiss him, i got pissy because it's like why are you setting this up when it will not ever ever EVER go anywhere. but then they just kind of stuck with the theme quietly, and said the quiet part out loud in sex and violence. which just made my brain go ????
i think ultimately i like when they make grand gestures and are generally just. their canonical extra weird about each other selves, and i'll take any little moments of intimacy and vulnerability i can get. having a joke setup that points out their dynamic is more like a married couple than brothers, sometimes that can land weird for me and i feel disgruntled about them (the writers) playing along with the bit. i also don't feel great and mood is also not great so i might be a little extra cynical/negative at the moment. charlie said they fight like an old married couple but it was cute and fit the moment. and bobby did too in tall tales (which hit all my awkward humor buttons in the most unpleasant ways) and it was kind of playing into the bit of them being extra crabby at each other.
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You know what would be funny?
If Desmond didnât get to Ravensthorpe by accident, he was invited there.
By who?
It would be easy for it to be Eivor but it would be funnier if it was Hytham.
So now Hytham has this sense of responsibility to support Desmond in this (covert) bake off.
Heâs usually the one who gets Desmond the ingredients he sorta remembers (âIt makes food red.â âA lot of things makes food red.â âBut it doesnât affect the taste!â âI donât think that kind of thing exist?â âWell, I guess get me all the things that can make things red then?â âI⊠Iâll see what I can doâŠâ - smashcut to Azar feeling things were going to get profitable very, very soon).
He helped Desmond get the lay in the land because Desmond, in his own words, believed his idea of what the land looks like isnât correct⊠right now.
But the most important thing⊠he was Desmondâs taste tester. Or, as Desmond liked to call it, his guinea pig. Any experiment Desmond made, as long as it tastes edible and cooked, Hytham would more or less taste them to give Desmond his honest opinion. They never tasted bad since Desmond always tasted them before giving them to Hytham but âokayâ was a word that Desmond did not accept.
Not because it was bad to just be âokayâ but⊠Desmond surprisingly has a competitive side to him. It doesnât appear all that much but baking?
Oh, yes, his competitive side shows up in that regard.
But he and Tarben are cordial with each other.
⊠like rivals respecting each otherâs skills but doing everything they can to not lose.
Tarbenâs style is to keep making the same bread over and over again, perfecting his skill to a frightening level.
Desmondâs style is to keep bombarding Ravensthorpe with every and any idea he had, making it a unique experience every single time.
What Desmond lacked in perfection, he makes up with the ânoveltyâ of his breads.
As Desmond says it âTarben is a basic bitch and Iâm the manic pixie dream girl.â
⊠Hytham has no idea what Desmond meant about that but Desmond tended to use a lot of phrases and words Hytham didnât understand. If Hytham was to translate it, Desmond must meant that Tarbenâs bread is a staple, something every person should have in their home, while Desmondâs bread is more of a luxury, something one eats as a treat.
But it was clear who some of the people of Ravensthorpe side with.
The most obvious ones were the parents sided with Tarben while their children sided with Desmond. It really helped that Desmond likes to ask the children for favors in exchange for bread. Just simple stuff like foraging the nearby forest for berries or fishing in the docks. The children love it because they get to do something and be rewarded for it. The parents hate it because their children always have so much energy after eating Desmondâs breads.
Desmond doesnât care though because âchildren are the hope of our futureâ and Hytham was pretty sure he got that line from someone else.
Octavius also preferred Desmondâs breads because they, according to him, were the food of the Romans! Desmond doesnât like that all that much because Octavius likes to request the same bread over and over again and Desmondâs setup is more of âtodayâs bread is whatever I felt like making!â.
Other than that, Randvi is in Tarbenâs corner mainly because his bread always go well with the feasts (although a lot of people go and eat Desmondâs bread afterwards as dessert anyway) and his breads are also the ones being made into rations. Tarben is just better in making rations that can last for months.
Then again, Desmond doesnât really like making rations in the first place because he preferred the ephemeral beauty of fresh bread.
At this point, Hytham was pretty sure Desmond was liberating using dramatic words just to mess with him. He doesnât use any of these words or phrases around others.
A lot of the other people try to keep an open mind (and reap the rewards of both sides), especially Yanli who profited from both of them (and gave Hytham the stink eye when he helped Desmond find spices using another merchant) and Petra who do get requests for her hunts from both of them (although Desmond likes to request meat as well while Tarben only requests animal fat).
And then there was Basim.
The first time he visited Ravensthorpe, he beelined to Desmondâs bakery immediately where he and Hytham stared at each other while Hytham was eating bread. After that awkward silent âwhat are you doing here?â âwhat am I doing here, what are you doing here?â stareoff, Basim sat next to Hytham and ate bread as well.
Hytham wasnât surprised.
For some reason, Desmond just⊠He has this bread that taste like home.
Not home as in the home Hytham had as a child but homeâŠ
As in the Hidden Ones.
To be more presence, it tastes so similar to the bread baked in Alamut that Hytham had to try and check if Desmond had ever been to Alamut.
Desmond just shrugged as he said that it was the first few breads he learned but it wasnât from Alamut.
And he knewâŠ
With this single breadâŠ
Desmond definitely got Basimâs attention.
âWhat if desmond time travels and has to deal with such and such, or turns into an animal, or gets hurt, or-â
What if Desmond time travels and learns how to bake bread!! Huh!!? What about that!! What if he opens a super successful bakery, and solves all the worlds problems with the best fresh baked bread every!!
(This is /j but like. đđ» anons let Desmond have peace challengeđđ» (but also donât cause I love reading all of them Iâm just like âhow did you even come up with this? Sometimes lmao))
Anyway, since we already have a Desmond is a baker in Renaissance Italy idea, hereâs Desmond is a baker during the Third Crusades instead:
So in this setup, Desmond would say fuck it and just open a bakery in Acre.
Jerusalem was too much of a hotspot at the moment and Acre had ports which meant there would be new customers that Desmond could lure in with the smell of freshly baked bread.Â
And it worked.
Maybe a bit too well becauseâŠ
Kadar visited while he was out looking for information for his brotherâs current target.Â
They both stared at one another for a moment and then Desmond just did his usual âWelcome! Are you looking for anything specific or would you like to hear todayâs recommendations?â spiel while Kadar just stares at him.
When Kadar went âAltaĂŻr?â, Desmond just gave him his best bartender âIâm being respectful but also distant so youâll still tip meâ smile as he goes, âIâm sorry, we donât have a bread called âAltaĂŻrâ.â
Then he showed Kadar the star-shaped pull apart sweet bread heâs just perfected and go âBut maybe I can interest you in this pull apart start bread? Itâs sweet and fluffy and freshly baked.â
And sweet poor Kadar leaves the bakery with a basket of breads instead because Desmond was good at using both Ezioâs charms and his bartending social skills to get customers to buy more than they should.
Hey.
A man needed to profit to keep the roof over his head while trying to experiment for the upcoming debut of his sugar-free pastries.
The next day, Malik entered the bakery but Desmond was ready.
Desmond had planned for this!
âWelcome!â Desmond greeted, giving Malik his sweetest smile that he knew would completely unnerve Malik.
Desmond weaponized the similarity between him and AltaĂŻr to unnerve Malik to the point that he cannot focus on observing Desmond, distracted by such a sweet smile that looked so disturbing in his eyes because heâs imagining AltaĂŻr doing such an expression and it was horror beyond Malikâs wildest imagination.Â
Okay.
Desmond was exaggerating but that got Malik to not ask too many invasive questions and leave the bakery after purchasing two baskets worth of bread so Desmond was going to consider that a mission successful.
And thenâŠ
His greatest adversary entered his little quaint bakery.
And Desmond was ready for him.
âWelcome!â Desmond greeted happily, âAre you looking for anything specific or would you like to see todayâs recommendations?â
AltaĂŻr simply stared at him.
But that didnât matter.
Desmond held all the cards.
Because he knew one of AltaĂŻrâs greatest weaknessâŠ
AltaĂŻr secretly loved sweets.
âTodayâs a special day!â Desmond clapped his hands in practiced joy that wasnât over the top, âTodayâs the debut of our dessert line! Here.â
Desmond took out a tray of sweet deserts, glistening in either honey or fruit jams.Â
âWould you like a taste?â Desmond asked with the sweetness of the snake that tempted Eve to take a bite.
And AltaĂŻrâŠ
AltaĂŻr left the bakery with a basket filled with desserts and pastries, quietly sinking into the shadows before anyone could see him and ask for one of the forbidden sweets he had acquired.
#i was thinking of adding eivor#but i canât find a place to put her#the idea would be sheâs more of the referee and arbiter#but itâs not like desmond and tarben are arguing#so she does nothing#but reap the rewards of having#two bakers#i like the hc#that levantine assassins have kitchen duties#especially recruits and novices#so altaĂŻr knows how to bake#but he sucks at it#thank god desmond doesn't
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"Listen, Van Helsing was right to be cryptic bc Seward would throw him in his asylum immediately if he started talking weird.â
I donât?? think?? Seward has the authority to make that call? Just because he owns an asylum does not mean that he can like? make arrests? or other things of that nature? Especially with no proof that Van Helsing is of any great danger to himself or anyone else.Â
And also, bold to say that the hoops Van Helsing jumps through in order to not say the word âvampireâ arenât way crazier. Itâs the good corn fellas.Â
EDIT: Now that I can talk about September 21, HE ASKS THE MAN TO HELP HIM DESECRATE A DEAD WOMANâS BODY! THIS MAN IS NOT SCARED OF JACK, IN FACT, HE IS TOO FAITHFUL IN JACKâS ABILITY TO ACCEPT HIS BULLSHIT.
Already, we know that Jack is keen to believe him (cough cough, agreeing to blood transfusions, which were, to my knowledge, not trusted back then). And you know, it has to be brought up eventually, and as most people know from cultural osmosis, Van Helsing isnât institutionalized.
Iâm showing my ignorance of Victorian England law: would there be no trial or anything if Van Helsing were accused of being mad? He isnât even a resident of England, and heâs a pretty prolific professor. I just donât think that Seward could flip on Van Helsing that easily nor do I think he could institutionalize the man that easily on only the evidence of Van Helsing mentioning vampires once.Â
EDIT: What I mean by âa trialâ is: couldnât Van Helsing, a man of high reputation and standing press charges if someone accused him of being mad? I know that poor people got falsely imprisoned, my question is not pertaining to them but rather the man who has several doctorates.
To be honest, a perfectly believable thing to say to a man who probably doesnât know about bats would be to lie and say it was specifically a vampire bat coming to feed on Lucy. Jack certainly didnât throw Quincey in containment when the man straight up said âvampires drank my horse like a capri-sunâ. Honestly, the conclusion that something is feeding off of Lucy (bite marks, blood gone, open window) is so obvious that Seward likely thought of it at some point and, upon his suspicions not being validated by Van Helsing, abandoned that theory.Â
I think what might be a better explanation of the crypticness is that Van Helsing is trying to practice damage control. By keeping the information to his chest, heâs trying to keep everyone out of the line of fire in the most unsuccessful of ways. Like his logic is if they donât know, they canât be targeted. I feel like this is a trope in media about the supernatural; you always have that veteran who refuses to be upfront out of hope they can spare the other characters from facing the truth.Â
So like, itâs less âVan Helsing is scared of this twenty-nine year oldâs power and influenceâ and more âVan Helsing is dad trying to convince his kids that the world is a safe placeâ. I guess the former is funnier, but I think the latter is more plausible and... cute?
#just me in the unholy hours of the night thinkin#me: no more rants#also me: and another one#me pushing my found family agenda#yes I still stand behind his post I read the fucking book#dracula#dracula rant#dracula daily#rant#van helsing#abraham van helsing#john seward#jack seward
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Before he got his own book, I pictured Jerry as something like Klaus from The Umbrella Academy.
You arenât alone! I had a lot of people say that when Jerry actually showed up in Fete he wasnât what they expected from the discussion of him earlier, but in a good way.Â
I think there is a sense, probably from the last few dozen years of television, that someone who is...not necessarily antagonistic to the hero, but at the very least antithetical to their character, has to be a specific way. You canât be the slightly-shiftless, always-in-trouble, charming-regardless character unless you are also specifically making problems for the hero. And itâs a shame, because antiheroes like that are super fun and yet I absolutely cannot stand that plotline, where the entire conflict comes from one person being a selfish dickhead. (As is perhaps evident, I found Klaus intolerable.)Â
The thing is that I really like the type, because itâs fun to write someone who is likable in spite of their flaws. So Jerry is the other option, the guy who is fun and enjoyable to read about and feels deeply even if he clearly hasnât got his shit together...but is also earnest, and doing his best to be helpful. What he has which a lot of other characters of his archetype donât is the ability to be reflective, which made him a real joy to write about. Gregory has 99 problems but Gerald ben Eitan ainât one.Â
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An amusing story to write would be Gregory and Eddy presumed dead in some sort of accident and Jerry suddenly being thrown into succession only to be "Oh no, their fine" at the point where he decides he really wants to nope out of this but he'll do it for the people he loves.
It would be super hilarious if Gregory and Eddie were temporarily indisposed -- say, a car accident that didnât severely injure them but did put them out of commission for a bit, and the palace lawyers are like âUh, Alanna, something you should know that we just discovered in consulting the constitution for precedence, turns out if the King and his consort are both incapacitated, technically the Grand Vizier takes over...â and Jerry is like âI realize this is poorly timed but we are in an emergency room, can I have an emergency Valium.â (âNo, you canât mix Valium and Adderall.â  âCurse my unique royal brain chemistry!â)Â
Meanwhile Michaelis is like âI am...right here. Forty years of kinging, standing here. Iâm here. Do we need a king? Thereâs a king in the room. King since I was twenty years old. Right here,â and the lawyers are like âUhhhhhh technically once you give up the crown you canât take it back, on account of rules about former kings trying to seize power again.âÂ
Be even funnier if Jerry does a really good job of it. Like, gets a bill passed that Gregoryâs been trying to get into law for months, finds a couple of budget line items that can be reduced, hosts a goodwill visit from the royal family of Norway* that goes so well they decide to buy a summer home there.Â
Gregory: What....did you do?
Jerry: Took an Adderall and opened some spreadsheets. Youâre lucky I wasnât medicated five years ago, Iâd probably be king now.Â
Gregory: Fair play, I guess. No coups, Jerry.
Jerry: Who has the time for a coup? I have shopping to do. While I was king my whole entire wardrobe went out of style.
Gregory: Thatâs the spirit.Â
* My mother used to be an avid follower of the British Royal Family but after the nonsense of the last few years she simply canât, so I suggested that we be fans of the Norwegian Royal Family instead. Theyâre more photogenic and appear to be a good deal more useful. Also the name Harald is fun to read and to say.Â
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âyou make me so angry sometimesâ
idk if this gif makes sense, but i feel like it will if you read the story, it just gives me that vibe.Â
A one shot I cooked up idk, itâs about Harry and a makeup artist on DWD, itâs quite angsty, idk how that happened, itâs also very long, idk how that happened either, maybe i do a part 2, maybe i donât idk lmk. Feedback is appreciated, not proofread. REBLOGS help writers tremendously and i love reading whatever you write in the tags its my favorite thing!! Love yall and Merry Christmas!
Word Count: 17.7k | Warnings:Â ENEMIES to LOVERS! swearing, angst!, some anxiety -like self-doubt, yn being mean to harry kind of a lot, i dont remember, nothing too crazy, Nick Kroll?, lots of conversation
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When she pictured herself as a makeup artist in Los Angeles, she hadnât pictured exactly what she was doing right now.
She had expected doing gorgeous makeup for gorgeous actresses or doing wildly fun stuff like in Euphoria. And because of that she had worked her ass off to get where she was today. She had practiced for hours, worked countless hours for free, and networked to the cows came fucking home.
So why the fuck was she using tattoo-strength concealer to cover up the maybe 60 tattoos some asshole musician turned actor had all over?
Donât Worry Darling was her first major film to work on so she couldnât complain. She was happy to simply be there. Well she had been. The first day she had showed up 15 minutes early and had worn her favorite power suit she had. It was dark navy with a white lace long sleeve turtleneck underneath. She hoped to look fun but professional.
Hollywood was all about impressions, especially first ones, even when youâre the makeup artist. She had quickly learned that she was one of six makeup artists. One of them being the friend who had helped her get the job, Angie. Angie was like her surrogate mother in Los Angeles that she had met on her first film job for something much less high profile than Olivia Wildeâs second directing project. Her braided grey hair and fabulous jeans had drawn Y/N right in and they had connected instantly.
Since Y/N was deemed the most inexperienced by the head of the makeup department, she was relegated to easier jobs: assisting the other artists on main characters sometimes, mostly dealing with minor characters touch ups (and full make-up if she was lucky), and the job nobody wanted: tattoo coverage.
Harry Styles was one of the leads for the film and besides his minimal acting, everyone knew he was a worldwide rockstar. With the rock and roll life starting off as a popstar life at the ripe age of 16, he had amassed around 60 tattoos in the past decade. Impressive by her standard normally. She usually counted herself as an appreciator of tattoos and their art, finding them similar to makeup and the self expression that came with both forms. Especially since she had a few of her own, but when she walked into Trailer #6 and saw a good amount of Harryâs tattoos, she wanted to murder every artist heâd ever been to.
She had to make an inventory the first day of all of his visible tattoos when he was just wearing boxers. He had been friendly, trying to make conversation, but as the time wore on, they both grew tired and silent. She had to write down the location and a description of every tattoo and as he took off everything but boxers she grew more and more annoyed with his random and dumb tattoos. Some of them were amazing, the eagle, the anchor, the butterfly, and the ferns were probably her favorites. But some of them, she couldn't hold back her rolling eyes and annoyed expressions. The âBigâ on his right big toe, a miniscule lock, almost everything on his inner left arm (the packers logo, Pingu, etc.)
She traces at the rose and the ship and then flips his arm out to reveal his inner arm to her gaze. âThat is a big fucking bee.â
He snickers, âYâlike it?â
She ignores his question. âFor godâs sake, someone is needle happy,â she said as she examined his left arm, taking note of every permanent drawing.
He shrugs his right shoulder, uninhibited by her prodding. âDunno, beginning to regret some of them.â
âI would hope,â she mutters, scribbling on her paper the various ones she had just seen on his arm. Next was his ribcage ones.
He scoffs, âOi, itâs not like you havenât got any.â
âHow would you-â She looks at him wide eyed.
âRightâŠâ he takes his right hand and pushes her hair past her ear to reveal three little red line butterflies following the curve of her ear, âThere. At least.â
She huffs and knocks his hand away from her. Her hair falling back into its place.
âMaybe some located in a few more intimate places Iâm guessing from the red rushing to your cheeks right now.â
âCan you just let me do my job,â she says, not giving in to his teasing or sparing him a glance as she feels his intense gaze on her face. She was studying his left rib cage where a few cool tattoos happened to be.
âYou at least have some taste or persuasive artists because not all of these are shit,â she speaks again after just the sound of her pen on the paper filled the trailer.
âGee, thanks,â he laughs unamused and rolls his large green eyes.
She thought he had some of the biggest eyes sheâd ever seen. But she also knew to keep that to herself because heâd either take it as a compliment and think she was noticing him too much or heâd take it as a massive insult and get her fired.
His right hand taps at his thigh, tapping a rhythm she didnât care to pay any attention too. She just wanted to finish the stupid inventory of the stupid tattoos on this stupid man.
âTake those off,â she says to Harry, looking back at her clipboard again, filling up quickly with her notes.
He stands there, staring at her stubbornly. He was entirely bored with this exercise, especially since his company was some of the worst heâs ever had. She spares him a glance when she doesnât notice any slipping off of the colorful sweatpants heâs wearing.
She arches a brow at him, her pen tapping impatiently against the paper. âGo on. Canât imagine you want this to go on longer than it already has.â
He rolls his eyes again, slipping his thumbs into the waistline of the pants and tugging down. Simultaneously, he toes off the dirty vans he seemed to wear everywhere. The fabric pools easily and he steps out of them and discards them on the couch behind him. Heâs actually wearing black briefs. She chooses not to notice anything further than that.
âSocks...can stay on,â She tries to say as he begins to peel one off. He stops midway and nods.
She flings his shirt to him, not needing to see his naked torso for another moment, âI know youâve got some feet and ankle tats, but I also know that you wonât be wearing anything that will expose them. Thank your lucky stars that I donât have to makeup your feet.â
He catches the shirt easily and slips his arms inside before tugging it quickly over his head and over his expansive shoulders. The ferns disappear out of sight.
âWell then weâre almost done then. Just got the knee ones -â
âAnd the tiger. Thatâs gonna be one son of a bitch,â she sighs and examines his legs, not bothering to crouch.
âWhat the actual fuck dude?â Her tone is exasperate and like she would rather be anywhere else than here.
âIâm sorry?â He sputters, hands on his hips and eyes bewildered.
âYes. No. Oui. Non. Who are you?â She rubs at her eyes and shakers her head.
âSâa little rude.â
âYouâre right,â she semi-rushes out at his serious tone, ready to apologize. When a grin spreads over his face and he chuckles under his breath she really wants to smack him upside the head. He was exhausting. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âThought it was funny at the time. Kind of think itâs even funnier now since itâs got you all mad.â He leans over her shoulder to look at her notes and when she glances at him unhappily he just looks smug.
âAlright,â she finishes the scribble of a description and clicks the end of her pen, âAll done. You can get dressed. Iâll see you bright and early for tattoo makeup. Itâs gonna take about an hour to do all this, just so you can mentally prepare for that.â
âIt was nice to meet you,â he attempts at a friendly and professional farewell. âSee you tomorrowâŠâ he trails off as he watches her turn on her heel and walk out of the trailer door swiftly. The door swung shut and bounced a little bit in her wake.
Harry sighed and adjusted his clothes and hair in the mirror. After a moment he shakes his head, an even louder sigh escaping him.
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âGood morning!â She greets happily, walking into the trailer without a knock. Well-rested and happy at least that she doesnât have to just inspect a body, she looks around the trailer.
She realizes no one is there and sheâs taken aback. First of all, if Harry wasnât there then he shouldnât have left his trailer unlocked. And second, he was fucking late, the fucking twat.
She grumbles, setting her coffee on the countertop. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. âIn through the nose, out through the mouthâ she mutters. She knew this was a big opportunity and having a big star like Harry in her corner could make her career. She needed them to get off on a better foot today.
âGood form, Iâd say relax the shoulders a little more,â the door swings open carrying the California twang-British accent that she would soon become all too accustomed to.
Harry points at her shoulders and narrows his eyes regarding her in the trailer. She offers a strained smile through the mirror and Harry sets down his personal things on the couch. Â
âAlright, well letâs get started shall we,â she smiles and turns to him, gesturing to the swivel chair next to her.
He nods, a twinkle in his eye as he regards her. Heâs unsure of the tone and attitude sheâs giving him today. She had been feisty yesterday, cordial at times, but mostly biting and witty. He had liked it. It had made the whole ordeal bearable whereas now she seemed to be laying it on a little thick.
âJust your hands and neck today,â she says, pulling out the makeup materials needed and a checklist of the tattoos she needed to make sure were invisible.
âShould only take..a little under an hour today. Just gonna remind you now though, other days we wonât be so lucky.â
Harry chuckles under his breath and rolls his head around his shoulders before sitting in the chair. âWere you tired yesterday?â He inquires.
âWhy do you ask?â She throws a glance over her shoulder at Harry. Heâs begun slipping off his sweatshirt and yawns as he does it.
âYou seem different from yesterday and Iâm just wondering which one is the real you.â
She continues working about the room and rolls her eyes to herself, âIâm always the real me. I come no other way, but this morning I woke up and thought âthis is the job youâve fucking wanted for ages, so stop being such a bitch so you donât get fired, you prickâ.â She pauses and turns to face Harry. âThe âyou prickâ was directed at me, that was still part of my thought,â she adds.
He throws his head back and laughs. Then he nods, still laughing lightly, âI get that. Sometimes Iâm just so in my head and yesterday I was just so fuckinâ bored. Sorry if I got on your nerves.â
âDonât mention it.â She waves her hand at him nonchalantly. Â
Then she moves to inspect his hands and notices the lack of rings, unlike yesterday when she had to make him take them off.
âYou have amazing cuticles,â she notices and mentions without any pretences. Harry mutters his thanks, pursing his lips as he watches her work.
She stops her inspection and places the clipboard on the countertop in front of them.
âCould you take your necklaces off? I need to cover up half of the swallows and the years, for when you unbutton your shirt a bit.â
He wets his lips and nods, hands going to fiddle with the clasps behind his neck. He slips off one of the necklaces with ease, a yellow eye beaded necklace that he lays gently on the countertop next to the clipboard. Then he takes his cross and pulls it over his head, no clasp needed.
âCould I put some music on?â Harry asks after five minutes of Y/N working in silence and Harry only being able to stare either at himself, her work, or nowhere.
âI can,â she stops her work for a moment, âCanât have you messing up the makeup before it sets. Otherwise Iâd have to kill you.â Harry canât be sure if sheâs joking or not. Therefore, he was intent on not messing it up.
âAny requests?â She stands at the counter now, instead of seated on a stool working on Harry's left hand.
He shrugs, like he hasnât got the faintest idea about good music. She refrains from rolling her eyes once again because she feels herself in a test. She wets her lips, sifting through different things in her Spotify and then lands on her playlist titled âitâs your songâ named after Elton Johnâs song. It had some other musicians, a mix of Queen, Bowie, and more and she was sure she would pass the test.
She presses shuffle and Sheâs Always A Woman by Billy Joel begins to play over her laptop. Harry nods pleased and she wants to shake her head at him.
She canât hold back the scoff though after a moment of going back to finishing his hand.
âWhat?â His British accent thickens with his annoyance growing.
âNothing,â she chirps, intently putting the final touches on his wrist.
âSeriously. What?â
She stands and sets down the makeup. âCan you unbutton your shirt?â She made a note to herself that from now on sheâd have to have him take his shirt off before setting to work because if his hands got messed up sheâd have to start over. Thankfully he was already wearing a button up this morning.
He stares at her, offering no movement, just inquisitively waiting for her to respond to his original question.
She shuts her eyes, taking another deep breath and then bites at her lower lip. âItâs just...youâre so easy to read.â She fears adding anything else and moves towards him with the makeup hoping to encourage him to unbutton his shirt. Â
His right hand deftly pulls at the buttons as he regards her. His eyes are intent on her, she can see him clearly calculating her. Her green paisley button up tucked up into the back of her bra leaving a splay of her stomach. The semi-balloon sleeves cinched at the wrists leading to her slightly ringed hands. The oversized blue jeans that have no holes, just a tiny patch right next to the left pocket. The frayed ends of the pants laying over her rather pristine white old skool vans.
The Boxer fades in as she waits for him to finish the unbuttoning of the shirt. Heâs still staring at her.
âAm I?â He finally inquires, voice pitched higher like he doesnât believe her.
She gives him a serious stare and leans over him and adjusts the collar of his shirt. She adds paper towels to avoid makeup on his clothes. Â
âYes!â She laughs, âAnd you donât even think so, which is like...of course.â
He hums, tilting his head back as she sets to work on covering up the swallows. He wiggles his hands that now both rest on the arm chairs.
âI donât see it.â
âOf course you donât,â she glances at his face, their eyes meeting for a moment. âYouâre Harry Styles. Everyone is in love with this image you created for yourself and it has just enough of your true self that people feel like they really know you, but you also maintain the illusion. So you think youâre this mysteriously amazing, not like the rest guy, but you are just like the rest of them. Obsessed with yourself and rich so youâre deemed eccentric rather than crazy for all the extravagant shit you do. So when you want me to play music and donât offer any suggestions I know exactly what music I need to play for you to like me.â
âI feel like that last part says more about you than it does me,â he quirks a brow at her, straining his neck to look at her face as she continues to work.
She flushes, his response both better and worse than she expected. She had gotten a little carried away in her response and she had no idea why. She truly wasnât one to go off on people so easily and especially not with someone she hardly knew, but something about Harry had her on edge. She was just thankful he hadnât gotten mad at her response, instead he took it in stride. Further proving her point that he was extremely smart and did things purposefully and she saw right through it all.
She grumbles, âIt says that all anyone has to do to get close to you is understand the smallest bit about you and youâll let them in.â
âThat is just so completely wrong, Y/N, I hate to break it to you.â Itâs Harry rolling his eyes now, unable to move much more of his body as she continues painting on the concealer to remove his tattoos for the movie.
âFine. Enlighten me on what I got wrong.â
Their argument had all but drowned out their music. They both did love this music and ironically if they would just shut their mouths, theyâd probably like each other a lot more.
âMight as well,â he sighs. âFirst of all, my image is authentic and of course I donât want to give myself all away. I enjoy my privacy and for everyone to truly know me Iâd have to give that up. Which Iâm not keen on. So, I regret to inform you but I am the same guy everyone is âin love withâ. Second, I know I am a little self-involved, how else would I get here if I wasnât constantly taking inventory of myself and reevaluating who I am. As a musician, I want to give as much of myself as possible or else it just feels inauthentic. And the extravagant thing, I canât help that I like nice things and my job has allowed me to afford those things.â
He stops to take a deep breath and sheâs working in stunned silence, in disbelief that Harry is even telling her any of this or that heâs spoken that much and so quickly. Wasnât he notorious for speaking slowly with barely even a sentence worth of actual information. He sounds tired and frustrated, but also, surprisingly, sincere.
He continues, âThe music thing. Maybe it was a test, but still it doesnât mean I give everyone a mile when they say their favorite musicians match up with mine or something. I note that they either did their homework or might be an interesting person to get to know.â
âSo which am I?â She widens her eyes.
âObviously the second even if youâre also making it painfully clear that you donât like me.â
âYouâre smarter than I thought, Harry. Iâll give you that,â she smirks slyly, finishing up the bird coverage now.
He laughs. âThanks,â he drawls out.
âAnd I admit that maybe you arenât as easy to read as I made out, but I think weâre going to have to agree to disagree about the whole being your authentic self. I just donât buy it. I can see your mind working constantly, youâre not one to just let yourself be free in public. And Iâm not saying thatâs a bad thing, Iâm just saying, you shouldnât pretend like thatâs not what youâre doing.â
Her final thought leaves Harry silent. She pays no attention to his silence or at least sheâs actively ignoring it. Instead she tunes back into the music that had gotten them back onto the wrong foot. This was going to be a long few months.
When sheâs satisfied with her work, she has them sit there for thirty minutes to give it all time to set before Harry is off to hair and other makeup. They sit there listening to music. Neither of them have spoken again, except instructions from her and Harryâs hums of approval of songs. Â
Harry stands up after thirty minutes as she stays behind to pack up some items. Just as heâs about to step out of the door, he turns and calls her name.
âFor the record, I donât think youâre giving me a fair shot. You said yourself that youâre different every day. That every version of you, is you. So I hope youâll give me the same allowance, every version of me is me. In this trailer, in my music videos, on tv, in interviews, in my free time. Itâs all truly me.â
She bites her inner cheek as he ducks his head and exits the trailer, not allowing her any response.
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âYouâre late!â
âMeeting ran over with Nick and Olivia. Sorry,â Harry says as he begins to undress.
Itâs the first day she has to cover all of his tattoos. It was going to take forever by all accounts. It had been two weeks since shooting had begun and she had gotten the simple hands and neck down to 45 minutes so she could only dread what his entire body would take.
âItâs fine,â she grumbles, knowing there wasnât really anything else she could say about him coming late from a meeting with the director and producer.
Over the last two weeks, they hadnât grown any fonder of one another. Not at all. They at least had gotten into a system though and she was grateful for that at least.
They showed up, Harry got in his chair, she set up the music, and they got to work. Harry would practice lines on some days and heâd tell her that before she turned on the music so there were no interruptions. Sometimes they talked about stuff on set or music or sheâd give Harry his line when he was trying to be off script and forgot one. She wouldnât classify it as pleasant, but they werenât at each other throats like they were originally.
Trailer 6 had gotten a little homier as the weeks went by, too. Harry began leaving some of his stuff there and he started putting up silly drawings he would make while on set or polaroids people had taken with him while he was there. He tacked up napkins of restaurants that catered the set and wrote funny jokes and quotes on post it notes. His personal assistants sometimes brought in snacks while Y/N was still working and Harry always offered her some. They were usually healthy, but sometimes sheâd eat some. Jeff, his manager, had also stopped by on occasion during his tattoo touch-ups that had become a thing after shooting days had grown longer.
On first meeting, Jeff had said, âY/N? Harry mentioned you.â
She had turned to Harry with an arched brow and he had shrugged. When she looked back at Jeff she didnât see Harry give Jeff one of the deadliest looks he could muster. She had grimaced and said âWell we spend enough time together for him to know my name. So thank god for that at least.â
They had all laughed and she had gotten back to work on Harryâs wrist.
Today, she needed Harry in his shorts. It was the first day of shooting where his character would be only in his boxers so she had to cover up all his visible tattoos. Olivia had told the makeup department they actually had to cover up his feet tattoos as well. She wanted him sockless in the scene and Y/N had groaned immediately when she made it to the trailer and Harry wasnât already there.
âBut please, for the sake of my job, strip, dude.â She says, arms crossed over her chest and leaning against the counter as she watched Harry set his things down. Her soft green striped cardigan is open, exposing the white tank top sitting underneath. Her bright green shorts hang loose on her, cinched at the waist and folded over once. Her white high top nikeâs tap impatiently on the floor, waiting for Harry to get moving.
He nodded, truly feeling sorry for his tardiness, knowing today was a long day. He was anxious and tired. Acting was a different experience to music and he just was really trying his best.
As he began to take off his shirt, he laughed. His arms pulled the shirt over his head and when it popped out from beneath it, he repeated, âStrip, dude,â attempting to mimic her American accent.
He had practiced his American accent in front of her while running lines, but it had a 50âs drawl to it. His acting coach had been drilling him for weeks before shooting and he still liked to practice. The accent he had just down was far off from that and far off from hers too.
âDo not,â she warned.
âWhat?â He asks innocently and flutters his eyelashes.
She knows his game by now and she knows she should just ignore him. She knows this after fourteen days. She knows this after hours with him. She knows this, but then sheâs opening her mouth and playing into his teases.
âSorry, whatâs a word you would know? Mate?â She tries for a British accent with the last word, knowing she canât win this.
Harry snickers and scratches at his nose with his index finger before starting on taking off his pants. âYouâre so Californian.â
âThank you,â she chirps, moving to sit beside him now that he had settled.
âI like your shorts,â he muses, crossing his legs, likely a little cold.
She glances down at her cotton shorts that showed more of her thighs when she sat for a moment before returning her gaze to his left arm. The longest task of the day was this damn arm.
âThanks,â she mumbles, âWanted to be comfortable today. Knew it was gonna be long.â
A smile bubbles onto his face, his pink lips parting to reveal his shiny white teeth behind them. âSo true.â
The music is low today. She had chosen Joni Mitchelâs Blue album for the first pick of the day. She had quickly learned Harry preferred listening to albums in order. It tended to make him less jumpy when the same artist came on multiple times like an album. So when she tried to play just an album one day, she found him more cooperative and less irritable.
After thirty minutes of work, she canât stop noticing how shivery Harry is. It was late October in LA, so it was still warm, but admittedly the mornings could be a little chilly. His shivering was concerning for many reasons. Mainly he was messing up her work and concentration, but she also didnât want him to get sick or something.
âDo you want me to see if they have a blanket and slippers or something? You look like youâre turning blue.â
Harry turns his attention to her. He had been reading over the script for today again. âThatâd be great. I can callâŠâ He trails off trying to think of the name of one of his assistants, but apparently heâs too scatterbrained for it. She assumed it was the hypothermia traveling to his brain already.
âDonât worry about it, Iâll walkie someone.â She says as she grabs the walkie talkie, flicking to the personal assistants channel.
âHey,â she chirps happily. Harry noted how she talked to other people. So sweet, yet sincere. With him, it was serious and sincere but more biting, callous at times. Less so lately, but she definitely was sharper with him. He didnât know if it even bothered him anymore. She was engaging if nothing else.
âIs someone free to bring two blankets and menâs slippers over to Trailer 6? Iâve got a naked Jack and I donât want him freezing before Iâm done covering up his tattoos.â She takes her finger off the talking button and glances sideways at him, âWho knows, maybe that would improve his acting. Yâknow on second-thought-â
âAlright, alright,â Harry tries to grab for the walkie talkie, but she turns from him holding a finger up signalling him to wait as she listens for a response.
Someone says a simple âOn itâ and she turns off the walkie talkie and gets back to work.
âI took my finger off the speaker before I said the thing about your acting. Relax, Harry.â She says when heâs still glaring at her. âJust love to see you squirm.â
He shakes out his short chestnut hair, some of it falling over his forehead. Instinctively, she reaches up without even looking and smooths it back. Like she was tucking her own hair out of her eyes, but instead it was Harryâs. She decided to say nothing and was relieved when Harry didnât say anything either.
She finishes his forearm and moves to his outer upper arm. The rose holds her attention when the PA knocks on the door and she has to race to get it. Nothing could stop her from moving on this work. It was already an hour in and she wanted to scream.
She swings open the door and she wants to die. It was Autumn. Her least favorite PA, of course. She was insufferable and obsessed with Harry. Which was not why Y/N found Autumn insufferable. There were so many more reasons. So many. But that particular character flaw didnât help her case either. Y/N tried to just take the blankets and slippers from Autumn, but the woman insisted that she come in.
âIâve got it,â Y/N says.
âNo, donât want you to get makeup on anything,â Autumnâs saccharine voice grinds at her ears and she contemplates cutting them off.
Harry sat in his chair, legs crossed, nodding along to the music, his script discarded on the counter in front of him.
âHi Harry!â Autumn practically yells, walking right up to him.
Y/N takes a deep breath at the door, letting it swing shut. She bites her lower lip as an attempt to bite her tongue as she walks back to her set-up. The set-up Autumn was conveniently blocking.
âHello, Autumn,â Harry says kindly, making eye contact with her. âHowâre you today?â
âSo great! So great! Thanks for asking. How are you?â She points a finger at him like she might poke him and Harry squirms away from her a bit. She, of course, doesnât notice this.
âWell, thanks.â His eyes flicker to Y/N, who is standing behind Autumn, hands on her hips and attempting not to tap her foot. His tone is clearly dismissive, but Autumn must ignore it. Y/N knows Autumn isnât as helpless as she tries to come off.
Autumn asks, âWhere do you want these?â, gesturing to the two blankets and slippers stacked on top.
âJust on the counter is fine, thanks,â Harry says.
Autumn does as he says and then stands there with baited breath. Y/Nâs not sure what sheâs expecting. For Harry to ask for her hand in marriage or something? But he just glances between the two women. His own foot begins wiggling in impatience.
âBusy day,â He attempts at dismissing her once again - with kindness.
âOh my gosh, totally!â Autumn gushes, starting to go off on all of the tasks she has to do. She stands so close to Harry, Y/N genuinely thinks sheâs going to sit in his lap. Y/N stares up to the ceiling, begging god or whoever to end her misery right there and then.
Harry sees Y/Nâs expression and tries to maintain the neutral expression heâs had for the entirely too long interaction. A smile threatens at his rosey lips that had chapped from the morning air.
âRight, well,â he cuts off Autumn, âY/N needs to get back to tattoo coverage, I think. So...have a nice day.â
Autumnâs eyes widen like she forgot that there was anyone else in the room and steps back from Harry. Y/N nods, a grimace clear on her face. Autumn gives her the same small she used to get from the popular girls in high school when she happened to be talking to their cool guy friend that they wanted to be more than friends with. Sickeningly sweet and completely fake. She could see the contempt in Autumnâs eyes that swirled just beneath the surface of her perfectly outlined green-ish eyes.
âOkay! You too, Harry!â She begins walking to the door and Y/N takes her seat again, closing her eyes and counting to ten. âAnd Y/N,â Autumn adds as an afterthought.
âOh my fucking god,â Y/N sighs, her hands going to rub over her face and through her hair. âThat was exhausting. Jesus Christ.â
âWhat? Sheâs nice. Maybe a little clueless,â Harry counters. âBut she was so nice,â he confirms again, seemingly trying to convince himself of it as well. Â
She grabs the slippers and slips them on the ground so Harry can put them on easily. Then one of the blankets that she drapes over Harryâs bottom half. He smiles at the gesture, a âthank youâ said in a whisper.
âPlease, she knows what sheâs doing,â Y/N scoffs, âAnd sheâs obsessed with you!â She grabs the concealer to get back to work, âShe was all over you and never took her eyes off of your body. It was like she wanted to touch you or something. It was icky.â
âYou touch me,â Harry adds cheekily, adjusting beneath the warm blanket.
She laughs, a smile gracing her lips as she gives Harry a look. He was clever.
âItâs my job to touch you, Harry.â
Harry had really tried to not laugh, but it was just so funny. They both snicker, their eyes meeting for a moment longer than usual.
âSpeaking of my job,â she adds after controlling her laughter, âDoes she not realize just how long it takes to cover all of your bloody tattoos with this shit to make it look like youâre a pristine skinned 50âs psycho killer?â
She finishes the rose coverup and moves to the ship. Harry nods solemnly.
âItâs true...And it doesnât help that youâre terrible at it, so it takes a thousand years longer than it should.â He adds, laughter overtaking his serious tone at the end.
âOh my god!â She shrieks in delight, trying not to mess up her work, âThat is so rude! I messed up one time - mostly because of you, by the way. And give me a break, this is so not what I thought Iâd be doing as a makeup artist for movies.â
He nods again, muttering âFair, fair.â
They grow silent, enjoying Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, the album that she had queued after Joniâs.
âThe body thing, I just learned to ignore it, I think.â Harry mutters, eventually, but itâs thoughtless, like heâs not revealing anything about himself with the statement. But it kind of shocks her. Her eyes widen and she stops her work to stare at his face.
âHarry,â she waits till his eyes meet hers, âThatâs, like, not normal. Are you serious?â
âI mean, Iâm very comfortable with my body, like I havenât minded the last 45 minutes of sitting practically nude in front of you. And I have plenty of revealing photos out in the world. I just donât notice staring anymore, itâs not, I donât think itâs what youâre thinking,â he tries to reassure her. His eyes are intent on hers, full of seriousness that hadnât been there a few moments ago.
âItâs one thing to be comfortable in your skin and another to be desensitized to objectification,â she insists.
He nods. âI know. Thank you. I would let you know if what she had done had bothered me, so donât worry. I felt completely safe the whole time.â
âGood,â she nods back and concentrates again. âGood,â she repeats once more under her breath. There had been way too many distractions already today and she wasnât even done with his arm yet.
As she continues to work up his arm, Harry sings along to some of the songs on Eltonâs album. He happily taps his feet to the different beats, now safely tucked in soft fluffy slippers. She would never admit just how amazing it is to be in the same room as Harryâs singing. It was truly special to be less than a foot from him and hear him sing just under the unique voice of Elton - who was someone he actually knew, which was equally as cool.
He hit every note and knew every word. She was impressed. How could she not be when a literal rockstar sat before her? This was the first time she was truly starstruck by her charge, Mr. Harry Styles.
By two hours, they had moved onto an album by Dolly Parton and they were both singing. They strangely had no fights today, maybe some snarky comments from both of them, but no outright mean-spirited words were exchanged.
She stood in front of Harry, finishing up the swallows. She had finished both arms and the birds, all she had left was moving down his body. Up next, the butterfly.
âI love this tattoo,â she mumbles, twisting Harryâs standing body to face her and taking her seat again. This left her eye to eye with the butterfly on his stomach.
He makes a surprised face and raises his recently plucked eyebrow at his counterpart. âOh really?â
âDonât act so surprised. I told you day one that not all of them are rubbish and honestly theyâre all pretty cool. I just was so annoyed that I had gotten tattoo coverage as my job and then I had to go and index them all.â She flicks her eyes up to his sculpted face and sees heâs watching her work. âPlus, I have some butterflies of my own, remember?â She grins.
âYeah,â he ponders her words, âI donât think thatâd put me in a good mood either.â
He pauses again and she continues to work silently.
âSo whatâs your excuse for the second day then?â
âYou provoked me,â she doesnât spare him a glance, shrugging like it was the simplest answer in the world.
âPardon?â
âLetâs not go down this road again, Harry.â She sighs, smoothing over the freshly covered butterfly tattoo. His sternum looked so naked, it was unnerving. Now the ferns.
Harry involuntarily shivered when her fingers traced over the ferns lightly, taking note of the expanse of skin sheâd have to cover.
âYouâre right,â he agrees, âBut agree to disagree on the provocation.â
âSure,â she says curtly, focusing on his skin and her job.
The expanse of skin that the ferns inhabited was slightly fleshy and especially soft. It bordered where his boxers began and she ignored that part of his body completely. It was of no importance to her and she really had no issue blocking it from her vision, even when it was right in front of her. She finishes one fern with Harry jumping only twice from her cold hands. He couldnât put his robe on until the makeup had all set for half an hour so heâd have to be cold for possibly another hour still.
She traces the fern that is still visible and Harry shivers. She instinctively shushes him softly and his body quiets. As she works, her hair splays around her shoulders and Harry looks down at her working and doesnât realize what his hand is doing until itâs too late. His right hand runs over her hair, smoothing it out of her face. It was rarely ever down, so it must have been the novelty of it.
âSorry, I-â he chokes out when he jerks his hand back.
She sits back, slightly taken aback. Her body flushes just from their positioning and what a hair caress would mean normally in this position, but sheâs a professional and she shakes it off.
âItâs fine. Weâre even.â She assures him, breaking eye contact with his own wide eyes. âSeems like weâre both hair touchers.â
âItâs just so soothing,â Harry muses. âI think itâs human instinct to touch other peopleâs hair since itâs so enjoyable for yourself.â
âPossibly,â her voice raises, his thought was definitely plausible. Or maybe they were just two touch starved people who were very much in each otherâs personal space 24/7.
At the two and a half hour marker, she gets a walkie message from Oliviaâs assistant asking when theyâd be done. She had just finished the tiger tattoo, which had been surprisingly easy. It took a while, but Harry didnât shiver once and neither of them pet each otherâs hair.
âProbably 40 minutes, sorry. He has a lot of tattoos and the makeup needs to set.â She says seriously and gets back to work, barely regarding the response of âYeah itâs fine, just wanted an estimateâ.
âJesus,â Harry moans as she covers up his knee tattoos.
She groans in veiled disgust, âDid I just hit a secret erogenous zone? Is that why you have âouiâ there, you creep?â Thereâs a teasing tone behind the nickname she uses.
Harry laughs and runs his hand over his face, pulling at his jaw and lower lip. His jaw is so sharp, she watches him adjust it. âNo, no. Iâm just so goddamn tired of this.â
âAnd itâs not your fault,â he adds, feeling bad immediately after he said it. âItâs actually been nice today, but Iâm feeling antsy, like I need to move. I donât like to sit still.â
âI know,â she says under her breath. She simply nods in agreement.
Finally, the tattoos are all covered up and set. They had talked about George Michael when she got to his ankle tattoos that she hadnât seen before and they laugh about the tattoos and chat a bit more. She helps him slip on his robe that he keeps in his closet in the trailer and then follows him out of it. They had decided they were hungry and he had been pushed back an hour since he had taken so long, so he had a free half-hour.
As they walked to craft services, they talked about actual things besides work. She was pleasantly surprised by what Harry talked about. It was more than music or the movie. It was the tv show he was currently obsessed with and how he hated LAâs traffic the most out of all of his dislikes for the city. She couldnât help but grin at his Los Angeles slander. She loved this side of him.
-
Breakfast together after finishing his tattoo coverage became their regular thing. He would come into the trailer, racing from his morning meeting accompanied with tea for two, theyâd get his tattoos covered as quickly as possible, and then theyâd eat together.
Theyâd save their âin-depthâ chats for breakfast. In early November, he joked about No Nut November and insisted he really wouldnât have a problem with it - which had made her laugh. They worried together over the U.S. presidential election and meditated together in his trailer to Fleetwood Mac.
Around late November, Harry had requested that Y/N just do his face makeup as well, just to simplify his life a little more and the department had agreed easily. She had to spend extra time on set getting lectured on how to properly do Harryâs makeup, but after two days she stopped getting notes about it. She was so extremely proud and thankful to Harry for doing that.
All he said was: âI mean, youâre extremely talented so Iâm not scared of you fucking up my face. Plus, it does make my life easier. Two birds with one stone.â
In late November, he told her about his favorite holiday drinks at Starbucks and what he was getting his mother for Christmas.
When the Vogue cover came out, he laughed over that woman who responded to his cover saying the world needed to bring back manly men. He joked that he was going to really push that from now on, that he was a manly man, and he would sputter with laughter every time he tried to say it with a straight face.
He hand delivered her a special âTreat People With Kindnessâ sweatshirt that he only had for the cast and crew of the film. Most everyone got them from a PA, but Harry decided since you saw him first in the morning, why not.
He told her about him winning Hitmaker of the Year from Variety when he had left the award sitting in Trailer 6 and about how weird it was to film acceptance speeches in an empty room. His smile had lit up the entire set that day and the day he did his interview on set. He was so smiley she had to bump him with her elbow because he wouldnât stop smiling at her and it was unnerving.
âStop that,â She muttered.
âStop what?â He smiles wider.
âThat!â She squeaked, her head shaking as she ducked it to regard his anchor tattoo. âYouâre smiling too much.â
âOh no,â he says sarcastically, âGod forbid I be happy.â
âItâs not that,â she bumps his thigh with her elbow, trying to keep her own smile off her face, âYour face is just so intense when you smile. Feels like youâre gonna burn a hole through me.â
He laughs, completely unconvinced, âYou just donât want me to be happy is what Iâm hearing.â
She rolls her eyes, âWhatever, dude.â
She saw he was serious about the âmanly menâ references when the Variety photos came out and everyone and their mom posted the pictures with some variation of that comment as their caption.
She still found that she rolled her eyes at some of the things Harry did, but she genuinely counted him as a friend by the time December had rolled around.
Over three hours, almost always completely alone, doing work for a job you both care deeply about can really make or break a relationship. And that first full-body coverage day had made them stronger together. After that, Harry and her would banter with one another, but there was never anything intentionally cruel. Just friends giving each other shit sometimes. Harry had been right, he had changed her mind about him. And she had realized that that was who Harry was. He was a deliverer. If you didnât like him at first, he would try and try again until you did, but he did it in a way that wasnât weasley or anything. It was terribly genuine and she saw it in every relationship he had on set.
On several occasions she had witnessed his friendship with Nick Kroll. A man she had regarded with dislike before the film. She had quickly realized that dislike was misplaced, but she maintained that it was just because she hated adult cartoons - citing that she literally refused to be friends with any person who willingly watched the Simpsons, Family Guy, and/or American Dad and all of those similar shows.
Nick was far nicer and less weird than she had realized. So she quickly shot her friend from high school an apology text for all the Nick Kroll slander she had spouted back in the day. Her friend had rejoiced but also said how jealous she was that Y/N got to see him regularly on set.
Nick and Harry got along great. Harry generally got along better with older people, she noticed when she was introduced to his friends on the somewhat frequent occasion. Trailer 6 was where Y/N saw most of these reactions take place. She would be introduced in the first minute and then she would smile politely and get back to the work of covering up Harryâs numerous tattoos.
Harry would say something simple and Nick, the literal famous comedian, would laugh. In the beginning sheâd raise a brow, confused because it truly wasnât that funny, but as Harryâs friend now, she kept her mouth shut.
Nick would come and sit on the couch while sheâd work and eventually all three of them would chat. Sometimes she would get up to go to the bathroom during those morning chats and she would look in the mirror and think to herself âHow are you casually talking to these two men right nowâ and then sheâd think âBecause you are a boss ass bitch, you got thisâ and go back out there with a smile on her face.
âY/N, what are you doing tonight?â Nick asked on the first Friday morning of December.
She looks up from Harryâs cross tattoo that was half covered. Harry was reading, a book casually propped in his right hand and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the other two in the room. Nick had been getting some work done before he had spoken.
âNo plans,â she states simply before getting back to work. It wasnât full body today, but it was arms and torso, so kind of a lot still.
âYou should come over for dinner at my place with Harry,â Nick smiles kindly. His scruff was really coming in today. âTo celebrate us almost wrapping the first half of the movie.â
Harry had thankfully freshly shaved before he sat down. It was her least favorite part of her new job. Whenever he came in for touch ups and she had to shave his afternoon shadow. She was terrified sheâd cut him and never live it down from her department or Harry. She had no idea which would be worse.
âMy wife will be there too, of course,â he adds, hoping to entice her to say yes.
Harry glances between Y/N and Nick again before focusing on his book again.
She purses her lips, finishing Harryâs hand and moving onto the anchor tattoo. âYeah, I mean, I donât know why Iâd say no. As long as Iâm not intruding on the throuple,â she grins up at Harry.
He stares at her with his big green eyes, slightly obscured behind his prescription glasses. He raises his brows and wiggles them a little bit, teasingly.
Nick laughs and slyly winks at Harry through the mirror. Y/N none the wiser as she removes all traces of Harryâs tattoos.
âGreat!â He claps his hands and stands up. âWeâll talk or Iâll make sure Harry gets you the info or something. I donât know, but weâll figure it out. My wifeâs been wanting to meet you,â he smiles again and walks out of the trailer.
She tilts her head at the last part. He talked about her to his wife. Did he really count her as that close of a friend? She was just a makeup artist and he was a producer⊠She glances at Harry and he gives away nothing. His jaw looks extra prominent and she knows itâs because heâs clenching it. He did that when he was focused or angry, remembering it bulging on the first day they met and how clenched it had been then.
âUnclench your jaw,â she mutters, âItâs not good for you.â
Harry hums and unclenches it.
He stretches his neck by rolling his head around his shoulders and she glances at the movement. His skin is still beautifully sun-kissed and his pores look so soft, only his moles change the texture of his skin. She loves his moles though, they make him especially unique in her eyes. Not that he needed anything else to set him apart from the crowd. Still, she loved them. His collarbone is prominent as he sits there shirtless and she wishes she could reach out and brush at it. But she gets back to work, knowing the only time sheâs gonna be brushing near that part of him is when sheâs covering dates in those dips behind his collarbones.
âYâknow, I could just drive you to Nickâs tonight,â Harry says, putting his book down and taking off his glasses. He rubs at his eye with his free hand.
âYouâre blind and British, how do I know you can even drive yourself?â She asks sillily, pointing to his glasses.
He shakes his head, âIâm serious, Y/N. Arenât you staying in the same area as me?â
He asks because they had relocated to Palm Springs a little while ago and everyone had gotten rentals and it was hard to remember where everyone was holed up when they werenât on set.
âYeah, think so. But you donât need to pick me up. I have a car.â
âNonsense. Iâve been to his place before, donât want you to have to deal with directions, thatâs just silly.â
âI guess...â she resigns relatively easily. She had never hung out with Harry off the set or Nick for that matter. It felt surreal, but she knew the right answer was usually just say yes in these situations. So thatâs what she says. âYes, thatâd be great, thank you,â she confirms and watches as Harryâs eyes glimmer softly before turning back to his book. A triumphant soft smirk rests on his face.
The words die out between the two of them as she works on. He hums along to the music and continues reading his book. When sheâs done with his tattoo coverage and his face makeup, she sends him off to hair and the rest of his day. He gives a flirty wink as he walks out the door and she rolls her eyes in response. She tidies up her kit and then goes to do some other makeup work.
When she wasnât working with Harry, she was assigned to some of the minor characters and doing their makeup. They were always her second concern, especially now that she did Harryâs makeup as well as his tattoos. As she works on them, she can feel her mind drifting to Harry. Harry and how they were friends now. She was pretty sure, right? They were friends. He had never really said a mean thing to her if she really thought about it. It was her⊠She had been rude and mean-spirited and he had just taken it. He rarely had even thrown it back at her. He was so good to her and patient and she realized that he had proven to her that he was good. He was better than good, he was kind and loving. Considerate. Wonderful. All of those positive superlatives, Harry filled them. And she had the audacity to be mean to him.
She paused the brush that was adding blush to an actresses cheek.
Lisa, the actress, looks at Y/N confusedly, âWhatâs wrong?â
Y/N twitches her head, refocusing on her task at hand. The realization of her pausing her work becomes clear as she looks between her hand and the cheek that has not enough blush on it. âOh,â she breathes. â...I just realized that I was terrible to someone who doesnât have a mean bone in their body.â
Lisa nods, âApologize.â
âYeah, I mean...Weâve kind of moved past the phase where we donât get along. Like now weâre friends, but the realization just really hit me.â She sighs, picking up where she left off on Lisaâs makeup. âIâll make sure to apologize next time I see them.â
Lisa smiles.
-
At the end of the day, Y/N realizes she left her tattoo coverage kit in Harryâs room after their touch-up session halfway through the day. She had run off to help with a makeup emergency for a tiny cut on a minor characterâs face and forgotten to go back and grab her things. Another roll of her eyes and a huff of breath and then sheâs walking back to Trailer 6, a place that seemed like a home away from home now. She knocks, patiently waiting at the bottom of the steps.
Harry swings open the door and props it with his hip. Heâs got a toothbrush held in his mouth, slowly scrubbing back and forth with his left hand. His costume is somewhat taken off, heâs still got the pants on with suspenders hanging down, his chest was completely bare and he looked funny with some of his tattoos only being half covered based on what parts of his skin had been showing today. Her work. His skin looked half silky smooth and half tattooed like usual.
His naked skin seemingly left her breathless because as her eyes returned to Harryâs face, she breathed a soft, âHi.â
âHey,â a smirk twists onto his face. âForget something?â
âYes,â she nods, coming back to her senses and entering the trailer at Harryâs gesture.
She begins to pack up the kit that had been left haphazardly strewn around on his counter. âIâm sorry I left a mess like this, I got called over to something else and forgot.â
âDonât worry darling,â Harry grins at his joke.
She looks up from her work and sees Harry in the reflection of the mirror. Heâs wiping off the makeup from his chest and his beautiful tattoos reemerge as entire images.
She laughs humorlessly, âIt gets less funny each time you use that.â
âThatâs not true,â he looks at her through the mirror now, his green eyes trained on her face, âEveryone else still thinks itâs hilarious.â
âTheyâre humoring you and your fragile ego,â she winks and watches as Harryâs smirk twitches from his perfect face.
âYouâve got a very mean disposition, you know that?â He asks.
He finishes his chest and moves to remove the makeup from his left arm, glancing at the mirror every so often to check himself and to flicker his eyes over Y/Nâs face.
She genuinely laughs at that, but scolds herself internally for being mean when she had planned to apologize the next time she saw Harry. This was the next time so why was she doing this instead?
âRewrite sweet disposition for me?â Her voice honeyed. Clearly stubborn and terrible at saying sorry...maybe her and Harry were a better match than she realized.
Harry twists his lips as he slips on his t-shirt he was wearing today.
âPick you up at 6:30?â He says as his head pops out from beneath the rainbow striped sweatshirt he slipped on top of the shirt. His chestnut hair had been toweled out and was flopping over his forehead slightly.
She sighs and zips close the kit, standing from the seat she had taken at his counter and turning to face him now.
â6:30 is perfect. Thanks again for doing this. I just canât believe Nick Kroll is inviting me over for dinner!â She smiles, shifting to lean against the counter as she waits for Harry to finish up. She didnât have to but for some reason she felt like she was in no rush.
âAre you serious?â Heâs moved on to changing his pants now and heâs slipping on black sweatpants.
âYeahâŠâ She blinks and her eyes widen as Harry appraises her expression.
He straightens up after fixing a cuff on the pants and he canât tell if sheâs being genuine or sarcastic. It was always so hard to tell with her.
âI mean, Nick Kroll is like a huge celebrity and I know in the entertainment business youâre not supposed to get starstruck but when I was in college my sister thought he was weirdly hot and my friends and I would shit talk him. I donât know, itâs just kind of surreal to be having dinner at his place. Like Iâve watched him on tv and now Iâll be eating with him...so weird.â
He shakes his head, beginning on his dirty vans now. A small laugh escapes his mouth and he glances between her and his shoe, scratching his head quickly. âI still canât tell⊠It feels like youâre fucking with me right now.â
âIâm not!â She insists, her hands coming out in front of her in a confused fashion. âI used to watch that guyâs tv show then heâs my boss now heâs inviting me over for food? Itâs a lot to process.â
âHow come itâs not surreal to be having dinner with me then?â He asks semi-joking, a hint of offense tinged within it. Itâs visible only in his knitted brow and twisted lip.
âCareful there, sailor. Venturing into some dangerously self-absorbed waters.â Her eyes light up, a quick raise of her brows accompany the shine, and she decides now is her time to head out. Especially as she thinks about getting ready for this soiree tonight. She needed to shower and pick out an outfit with less than two hours to prepare.
Harry sputters at her response and fumbles with his pink shoelace. âThatâs not...that is - Youâre being unfair. My question is valid.â
She shrugs her shoulders and skirts Harryâs attempt at grabbing at her arm to stop her from leaving. âOkay, Mr. Big Man On Campus. I promise you youâre the most popular boy in school.â
She blows him a kiss and walks out the door as he attempts to get her to come back by calling her name a few times and slightly shouting âCâmon! I wasnât being insecure. That was a reasonable askâŠâ
He sighs and shakes his head again. Every interaction would end with one of them either rolling their eyes or shaking their head and usually a sigh on both of their lips. It was exhausting, but exhilarating too.
20 minutes later, Harry receives a text from Y/N: âYouâre still picking me up right :))) ?â
Heâs in his car, getting ready to finally leave after getting held up with last minute schedule changes that he had to be informed about by some PA that he had forgotten the name of. His lip quirks to the right and he closes his eyes for a second enjoying seeing her name on his phone screen for a moment.
He types back: âOf courseeeeâ.
âFab.â She sends back, immediately followed by: âFanks BMOC ;)â
A full smile rolls onto Harryâs face after he swipes his tongue over his lower lip. âYeah, yeah, save it for the next guyâ he types out quickly before throwing his phone gently beside him and driving back to his apartment. She made him feel young, not that he wasnât young, but generally his friends didnât text like she did.
-
At 6:28, she receives a text from Harry Styles - his name in her phone. A name she had never expected to see in her phone unless her Spotify was on shuffle. Yet, instead, his name popped up under messages and it read âHere!â followed by a quick âI thinkâ and then a phone call coming through from the apparently anxious man himself.
âHello Harry.â Her tone even. She throws little items into her purse, making sure everything she needs is there.
âCould you peek out your window? Iâm not quite sure Iâm at the right place and people are staringâŠâ nerves laced in his rushed tone.
She ambles to the window and opens up the shade she had closed to change. Below her, she sees a sleek black Range Rover with a slightly disarrayed hairdo and big dark glasses peeking below the windshield. She ignored the instinct to retch at the sight of the Range Rover and peered at the lamp lit sight below her. It was definitely Harry, but she searched for the prying eyes he was worried about and saw none. Well, maybe a few, but it wasnât a lot.
âI see you, Iâll be right out, dude. Just deep breaths, itâs mostly crew staying here right now so theyâre just seeing that itâs you, another guy they work with. They wonât come up for pictures...I would hope.â
She hangs up with no farewell, snatches her purse from its place on the bed and races out the door. Harry smiles anxiously at her when she stands next to the passengerâs door and he unlocks it. She bites her lip and raises her brows, waiting to hear if anything terrible happened in the minute and a half it took her to come downstairs and out to the car.
âHi,â he exhales.
A smirk crawls onto her features and her eyes sparkle with a bit of a childish glee that normally she didnât exhibit as she glances at him. âHi.â She says quietly. âAlright big boy?â
ââM fine.â He huffs but balks at her smile that she maintains while she stares at him. âWhat?â
âJust happy to see you, I guess,â her smile returns after speaking and Harry glances between her face and the windshield in front of him.
He canât tell if sheâs being serious or not once again. But he fears that conversation of her either ridiculing him for thinking she is serious or being offended that he still canât tell. Instead, he will keep his mouth shut. For the most part.
âHappy to see you, too,â his lips create a closed mouth smile quickly before turning out of the parking lot.
She watches him. Their first time together outside of work. And they were friends. She needed to get used to simply thinking that. He picked her up to take her to dinner with her other friend and his wife. This was normal life, just with big names behind those terms of relation. Jesus, she always said it didnât bother her to be around celebrities so why did she think about it so damn much?
She twitches her head and refocuses on Harry and his driving. His jaw is clenched again and she wants to reach out and sooth it herself. Instead she starts to open her mouth to correct him, but stops herself from that as well. They werenât at work and it didnât feel like something just a friend would say right now. She refocuses on the view of his eyes that are barely visible while he regards the road. His large eyes that she had grown acquainted to are surveying what heâs doing, every so often drifting to the right side of the road to check out the lane beside him. But then, always back to right in front of him, leaving a crescent of green visible to her.
âCan feel you staring at meâŠâ His voice sounds like itâs rolled around in gravel after the long work day. It makes her wonder if heâs supposed to have a vocal rest when heâs not at work, but then again itâs the weekend now so maybe it was fine. Maybe she should ask him. Or maybe she should stop worrying so much about him.
âHave I got something on my face?â His low register bumps her from her racing thoughts. He doesnât take his eyes off the road, but she can see heâs widened his eyes in wonder.
âNo! Of course not, I just was...making sure you werenât going to crash us or something.â She grasps at straws, desperate to not be caught by Harry.
A low chuckle bubbles from his chest and he spares a small glance over at her bundled up in his passenger seat. She matches his gaze with something of distrust hidden behind her eyes. She hopes to convey that sheâs being silly and when Harry turns back to look at the road unassumingly, she feels like she has won. The harmonies of the beginning of a Queen song take over the silence, Harryâs spindly fingers thrumming against the wheel.
They arrive at the Krollâs Palm Springs residence at 6:50. 10 minutes early and the two twiddle their thumbs for a few minutes, trying to pass the time and not intrude earlier than they were supposed to. She appreciated that Harry liked to be timely but not early, similar to how she was.
âSo what is the fascination with Range Rovers?â She queries, leaning against the doorâs armrest. The back of her head touches against the semi-tinted window.
Harry shifts in his seat, seat belt no longer constricting him and no road requiring his attention as they sit in the driveway. He rushes a hand through his hair and lets a single strand of hair fall over his prominent forehead.
âDunno,â he shrugs his shoulders and allows a hand to fall onto the steering wheel absentmindedly. âI donât really prefer them anymore, but when Iâm in LA and doing work, it makes things easier. My other cars are a little flashier...have more privacy in this.â
âYet the effect is similar,â she muses.
Her head tilts to take in Harryâs appearance, sharp black silky button-up and dark green plaid slacks, and she rubs a hand over her jaw. His eyes flicker to the movement and attempt to really take it in, even in the dim glow of the lamp light outside barely peeking into the dark interior of the car.
âEffect?â
âYâknowâŠâ She arches her brow at him. He feigns innocence or possibly the expression is genuine. Sheâs begun to realize Harry was as genuine as they came, but she just didnât think he was that unaware. An assumption that was likely correct, but even Harry liked to pretend he was a completely unassuming individual.
âForget it,â she finishes when he gives no indication that he knows what she is hinting at. She doesnât want to get into it with him again. Especially when he plays at this game where he has no idea what sheâs talking about. It made her feel like she was crazy for thinking he made these calculated decisions to get his desired outcomes.
They move on, neither of them quite sure what the other was getting at in that conversation. The two of them walk into the house a minute before their expected arrival time side by side and are greeted happily with Nick and his wife. Theyâre ushered in and Y/N is happily received by the happy couple. Â
âSo, Y/N, howâs it been for you working with these two? I know they can be more than a handful - especially together,â Nickâs wife, Lily, asks after a sip of wine.
The group of four had been eating for a while with Nick and Harry bantering for quite a bit at the beginning about whether or not Harry would be willing to hand feed Nick. The answer was settled at âanother timeâ. Â
Harry seems to have a very specific habit of watching whoever is speaking - no matter what. So after Lily has finished speaking, his gaze flickers to Y/N, the person his brain expects to speak next. He watches her attentively as she wipes her mouth on her napkin before speaking.
Her hair was styled differently tonight than it usually was on set, she had it down rather than up in a ponytail or braids. He hadnât had time to really look at her when they had been in the car, his mind occupied with stress and exhaustion that he refocused into driving and deep breathing. Now, in the comfort of a trusted friendâs home, he was far more relaxed and able to truly take in her appearance, which he couldnât help but think was beautiful. Heâd have to tell her that at some point. That he thought she was beautiful. Not that he didnât see her on set and think she was beautiful...he just hadnât really thought about it before. She was his wily makeup artist who was critical of him most times, but occasionally sweet, who had an amazing taste in music and good aesthetic style. The beauty part of it all, he guessed wasnât something integral to their relationship before.
But now he was sitting beside her at the Krollâs nice dining table and she had her hair splayed in front and behind her shoulders with one side tucked behind her ear and her outfit fit her impeccably. The top she had on had capped sleeves that cinched with buttons at her delicate wrists and a severe drop to create a small sweetheart neckline just above the curve of her breasts. It was silky and shiny, a blush pink that complemented the high waisted dark grey slacks that flared over shiny black boots that he wasnât sure where they ended beneath the pants.
âWell,â she starts, chuckling under her breath when she meets Harryâs stare, âHarry and I spend a lot of time together, covering up all his tattoos, and he yaps a lot. So, itâs actually pretty refreshing when Nick comes in, because Harryâs then talking half the normal amount.â
He huffs a scoff, while Lily and Nick laugh happily. Nick interjects an âouchâ for the bite she just took out of Harry, but she thought it was fine, he can take it.
Harry thought to himself that if she can serve it, then she can definitely take it. His eyes remain on her as he opens his mouth to speak, but then look at Lily when words actually come out. âWell, Y/N, she thinks she can read people really well, but itâs actually quite the opposite. She had me completely wrong when we first met, so I talk now in hopes that sheâll really understand me.â
His head tilts to her when he mentions her name, but otherwise doesnât glance her way away again. He scrunches his nose at the end of his comment, implying he converses with her out of pity.
Itâs her turn to scoff and stare at him unamused. Nick and Lily share a look, unsure of what was going on, they had concocted this dinner date idea in hopes to set the two up but the way this conversation was going, they seemed to be pushing each other further and further away from one another.
âThatâs simply not true,â she says curtly and takes a sip of her quickly emptying wine glass.
âWhich part?â
âAlmost all of it, Iâd say,â her eyes glaring back at him, fiery with a disdain he hadnât seen in awhile. âYouâre proving my original perception of you with every passing second,â she adds.
âCare to elaborate exactly what the original perception of me was for the class,â his eyes are wide and wild, any extra adoration he had started to feel towards her slipping away just as quickly as it had come, like a wave along the beach.
âYou know, so why donât you?â
âI want to hear you say it,â he grits out the command.
She shifts in her seat, glancing at Nick and Lily who are watching on and she has a feeling she wonât be getting an invitation again anytime soon. Lily gives her a semi-reassuring smile like she was sorry to have asked the question at all, but Y/N knows this is kind of her fault, not that she would ever admit that. Her comment could have been taken innocuously, but Harryâs pride wouldnât let it slide. Like she said, she should have known better, the weeks of friendship were flying out the window and she was helping them along.
âAnd what if I donât?â
âHave fun calling an uber at this time of night,â he shrugs, malice dripping in his tone.
She truly was taken aback at this. A slight sound of shock leaving her mouth. Harry was many things, impatient and anxious usually, but downright cruel with her, she had yet to see it. Arrogant and pompous, definitely, but this wickedness that was starting to creep from the shadows worried her. But the little fiery demon within her wasnât going anywhere either - yet she might back down to save herself some money and hassle.
âFine,â she raises her brows in a challenge to him and restates her original take on him - possibly adding a bit extra malice in her phrasing, âYou are a shell of a man, held up by the people around you, creating the illusion of a completely genuine and down to earth rocker who dabbles in acting, philanthropy and all around goodness. No oneâs ever had a bad experience because no oneâs ever truly met you. Not the real you.â She takes a deep breath as she shakes her head in disbelief now, a sarcastic laugh leaving her mouth, âAnd I thought, I really thought, that I had been wrong. Because these past months you really fooled me with your sweet smile and deep eyes. But when it comes down to it, you tricked me just like everyone else.â
Harry stares at her blankly and she shakes her head once more, feeling foolish. For thinking Harry was someone he wasnât. For thinking the past few months had been real. For thinking that tonight would go off without a hitch. And the shit part of it was that she had really hoped that all of it was true. She wanted this to be her life, but her instincts had been right. Beware of the picture perfect because it always is just a mirage of deceit and lies.
âAll Iâve got to say is youâre a damn good actor Harry, so at least youâve got that going for you.â Then she pushes back from the table and stands, turning to Nick and Lily. âI really am so sorry, I understand that you probably want me to leave, so Iâll just be going,â her voice faltering at the end, she wasnât as strong as she liked to pretend and she was pretty sure she just ruined her chances of working again in Hollywood. Youâd have to be an idiot to be an enemy of Harry Styles and she feels like she just became his first.
âNo!â Nick says quickly, standing too, âI think things just escalated really quickly and some things were said that both of you didnât mean. Um...just, letâs take a few minutes to cool off. Harry could you and Lily deal with the dishes and Iâm going to talk with Y/N alone.â
Everyone nods and Y/N follows Nick down a hallway, a little confused but following after he beckons her with his hand. They go out a side door and end up on a porch in the backyard. He stoops down and opens a little sitting mailbox she didnât see and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He places one between his teeth and then offers one to her. She accepts, not usually a regular smoker, but right now seemed like a fair time to indulge in the bad habit. She needed to calm her rapidly beating heart.
He lights the cigarette for her when he sees her shaking hands and then in turn lights his own. They stand on the porch beside each other and stare out into the dark night sky.
âWell, this wasnât how tonight was supposed to go,â Nick starts, after a few exhales of smoke.
âNo,â she laughs nervously, her foot toeing at the wooden slate on the porch. âI shouldnât have tried to make a joke.â
âNo oneâs to blame,â Nick says quickly, glancing at her, âYou and Harry...you both have really strong personalities and I donât think either of you are used to being challenged.â
She nods along, she definitely had to agree after the argument they had both willingly gotten into in front of other people.
âI think that can be a really good thing, challenging each other, because then you two can both grow. But what happened in there was more of a battle to the death rather than a friendly spar.â
âYeah,â she exhales, flicking at the burning cigarette between her fingers, âI donât know why he gets under my skin sometimes in a way Iâve never dealt with and itâs kind of uncomfortable so I lash out, I guess.â
Nick stays quiet, taking a drag of his cigarette.
âUgh,â she groans, âI wish I hadnât done that. We were doing so well, itâs like I donât even really know what Iâm saying, itâs like I canât handle a friendly spar, I always end up going in for the kill - as you put it.â
She rubs at her face with her free hand and then takes a drag herself. Nick bites at his lower lip, trying to think of a solution.
âYâknow? Lily and I had concocted this plan to try and set you and Harry up tonight,â he says slowly, revealing the plan that had clearly been taken off the table as they just needed to attempt to salvage cordiality.
âReally?!â Sheâs in complete disbelief and slight dismay that the plan was seemingly ruined.
âWell,â he sputters, âWhen the two of you arenât throwing verbal fireballs at each other, youâre actually quite sweet to one another. Those fond little glances you hope no one sees, well he does that too, and you both fail miserably because I see it all the time. Iâm sure plenty of people do too.â
âOh,â she states, visibly deflating. She looks to the ashtray conveniently on a table behind her and presses out the rest of the cigarette. âShould probably talk to him, huh?â
Nick nods, stamping out his nub of a cigarette as well. They go back inside and into the kitchen where Lily and Harry have plated dessert. Harry looks a little sheepish, likely having a similar conversation with Lily and she wouldnât be surprised if her expression looks similar, if not a bit more flushed from the outdoor chill.
Lily murmurs that she and Nick are going to eat their dessert in the living room, a fair bit away from the kitchen and the two now deflated counterparts nod and then stare at each other, knowing what they need to do.
âCan we talk?â Harry rasps out, his voice even lower as he speaks softly, a mere foot away from her in the kitchen.
She nods, but moves further from him to lean against the counter and tuck her hands behind her. Sheâs lost her appetite and doesnât want Harry to see her shaking digits.
Heâs ducked his head and a stray curl falls over his forehead, laying there softly. He doesnât move to fix it, just stares at his feet until she begins to talk. He canât not look at her face when she speaks.
âSoâŠâ She slowly starts, not enjoying the tension in the room. Her eyes canât meet his though, his stare dark and unnerving like usual, but almost painfully so now. âI can start.â She kicks at the tiling on the floor like she had done outside as well, trying to not think about the eyes trained on her right now. âIâm sorry I lashed out on you, Harry. I didnât mean what I said, it was just a heat of the moment response.â
âIâm sorry, too,â Harry says immediately once she finishes speaking, âI shouldnât have gotten upset over a silly joke and brought up a sensitive subject. Then it escalatedâŠâ
âYeah, I really liked the friendship weâve garnered these past few months and I just canât believe I almost ruined everything - including my careerâŠâ she squeaks at the end and tears start to roll from her eyes. âOh god,â she is hit with the gravity of all that she almost ruined as Harry stares at her again. âIâm so sorry, Harry, I really am. Do you forgive me? I donât think I could stand it if you didnât.â
She stands there and feels sobs wrack through her and her hands go to cover her face out of embarrassment. She had caused a scene and now she was making another one. In front of Harry.
In an instant his arms are wrapped around her frame and heâs hushing her cries. They had never hugged before, but now seemed like as good a time as ever. His arms were strong around her and she pressed her face into his chest, not caring at all about how she looked or whether this was worse than getting in a fight and running off.
âOf course I forgive you,â he says and then begins repeating her name over and over, trying to soothe her. He definitely had been hurt by her words, but it seemed like she was more upset about the whole situation than he was and he didnât think bringing up what specifically had hurt him would help her frame of mind.
She settles after some time, her whimpers and tears subsiding after being rocked into a more peaceful mindset with the help of Harryâs calming voice and reassuring embrace.
âI really am sorry,â she whispers again.
Harry pulls his neck back and his head off the top of her head to look at her face. It was tear stained and her eyes were glassy, lips slightly puffy. He gave her a soft tight-lipped smile. âNo more apologies,â he states sternly and then softens again at the slight quiver in her lip. He pulls from her a little more, leaving her at arm's length, with his hands still attached to her hips, fingers slipping over the plaid fabric. âI meant to tell you this earlier, before thingsâŠâ he stares at her face again and she holds it this time, âYou look beautiful tonight.â
She scoffs and her eyes immediately drop to her feet, âDefinitely not anymore.â She doesnât believe Harry.
ââM serious,â he insists. His right index finger goes to rest beneath her chin and brings her face up to look back at him.
âSure,â she says, still not convinced but not sure how else to respond. She feels herself warming at all the positive attention heâs pouring into her.
His gaze wonât falter from her face, heâs intent upon making her understand him. He whispers her name, âAccept the compliment.â
âYouâre stubborn,â she notes.
âSo are you,â he counters quickly. Â
âFine, thank you,â she sighs when he wonât stop giving her that look of his. That look that makes her want to melt into the ground because it feels like sheâs the only person in the world. âThough you looked especially good tonight, too,â she adds, her hands rubbing over his shoulders softly.
âThank you,â Harry states lowly, the words only traveling to her ears. His hands fiddle with the sides of her top, thinking about the night and where they were now. Her eyes were red from crying and overall she looked tired beyond her years. âDo you want me to take you home?â
âThatâd be nice.â
They make a quiet farewell to Nick and Lily, as well as apologies from both her and Harry. They donât speak in the car and the music plays loud enough for it to not seem unreasonable for them to be silent. Harryâs hands donât tap against the steering wheel, they sit in their spots stoically doing their job and nothing more. She watches the window, legs crossed and hands clasped in her lap. Sheâs thankful for the music because she knows that even though they had talked, it wasnât enough. What she had said was hurtful and one apology wasnât enough for how she had behaved. She didnât think her and Harry would be the same after tonight, but the silence made it possible for her to pretend none of it had happened.
Just as Harryâs car is pulling up the apartment complex that is far darker now, the harsh splatter of rain begins to fall on the pavement and the sleek black car the two are still sat in.
âOh,â she comments offhandedly, just responding to what she had noticed.
The rain grows louder when Harry parks and then turns off the car. He glances at her for the first time since they got into the car. She registers the look out of the corner of her eye, her face still looking out at the rain. She loved the rain, but there wasnât always a lot in Southern California, especially not in Palm Springs. It seemed that tonight was different.
âWell,â Harry breaks his silence, she thinks thatâs her cue to leave and unbuckles her seatbelt, but he continues. âThis certainly wasnât how I expected this night to go.â
She stops moving, her hand hovering over the handle of the door. She sits back and settles into the seat, feeling her teeth bite into the plush of her bottom lip.
âThatâs what people keep saying,â her eyes remain on the rain hitting the front of the car, the splatters of seemingly black liquid that form when the clear rain touches the onyx hood of the car.
âHuh?â Harry grows perplexed at the rather wistful tone of her and how she wonât look at him again. He was still hurt, but he had hoped them talking in the kitchen had straightened some things out. During the car ride he hadnât wanted to talk, but it didnât mean he was still angry with her. Just confused, and growing further confused by the second.
âOh,â she repeats, âDidnât Lily say? Her and Nick concocted that dinner in hopes to set us up.â
Harry hums, knowing that because Nick had left out a little part of that plan. That he had been a part of it. He had been talking with Nick about getting to know her better outside of work and how Nick had thought itâd be a good idea to have dinner so he had told Lily and they set it up like a casual dinner party. Harry didnât know how to respond because her knowing that he was in on the plan might just make matters worse. He really didnât think things could get much worse, but it seemed that they always managed to make it happen so in the end he decided to keep his mouth shut.
âI donât know if weâd ever be able to work out differences out for that,â she decides to continue, when Harry stays quiet. She scans the interior of the car and watches Harry for the briefest moment before going back to looking out the window. âNick said that we challenge each other to grow, but all I see us do is hurt each other.â
Her voice is just above the rain pattering outside the car and Harry thinks it sounds almost melodic if it werenât for the sadness laced in every word.
âI disagree,â he states before wetting his lips.
âOf course you do,â she laughs in spite of herself.
âEven after all these months together and you still donât get it. I like you.â
âYou donât like me, I donât know how you could ever like me,â she shakes her head. âWe just...we get under each otherâs skin. You can make me so angry sometimes and I know I make you angry too. And when weâre not angry, weâre focussed on something that doesnât have to do with ourselves.â
âI donât think what you feel for me is anger,â Harry insists, âJust because something feels burning and fiery, frustrating even, doesnât mean itâs anger.â
His body shifts closer to the center divide and she turns to face him finally. His eyes are extra dark in this lighting, which is barely there from a streetlamp a ways off. She longs for the comfort of his light green eyes, the soft pale glow of the moss that seems to have been trapped within his iris. Maybe for that reason she unknowingly leans closer to him.
âThen what is it?â She whispers, eyes blinking slowly as her breathing grows strained.
âPassion.â
Immediately, her head is tilting to meet his lips. Her mind knows one thing, she needs to be kissing Harry right now. And then she is. His left hand goes to cup her cheek as his lips attach themselves to hers. His soft lips press to hers in a long searing kiss. They stay there for a moment, pressing all of that passion and frustration into the kiss.
She presses impatiently forward, her lips starting to move more, wanting to kiss him deeper. Harry obliges, parting his lips and kissing her more vigorously. He licks into her open mouth and smiles at the sound she makes in appreciation for his actions.
Sheâs shifted to have herself kneeling on the leather seat and sheâs leaning over the console. One of her hands finds purchase on Harryâs thigh and grasps tightly, her other at the back of his neck, pressing him closer if it were possible.
His chest is pressing against hers as he pulls her closer. He kisses her and his fingertips rub softly at the apple of her cheek. Eventually they run behind the shell of her ear and trail down her neck.
Eventually, she pulls away and stares at Harry. She watches as his eyes flutter open gently. His soft eyelashes dust his cheeks before moving away, allowing his eyes to peer at her in the dark.
Her breathing feels a little irregular after the kissing and sheâs sure she is heaving her chest slightly, likely mirroring Harryâs chest as well.
âSo, where to now?â She inquires, lips quirked up at her suggestion.
Harry giggles and scratches his nose against his index finger.
-
Harry doesnât stay the night, he walks her up to her apartment door though. He kisses her chastley in front of her door and wraps an arm around her waist as he does so. He bids her a goodnight and a promise of seeing her soon.
They donât see each other for a month. Both of them had been so blissful after the endorphins of kissing their person that they had forgotten that filming had wrapped. They werenât set to work for a month. Harry texted her the next morning informing her that heâd be in England until filming resumed. She was still going to be in California, filming was moving back to Los Angeles, so sheâd be back in her place there. Her family knew she was working, so they had sent her presents ahead to her place instead. Angie, her only true friend in the area, was spending her time with her actual family and Y/N didnât want to intrude.
So the holidays were going to be spent alone. Those four weeks alone passed surprisingly quickly. She practiced techniques on herself, bought a tiny Christmas tree like the one in A Charlie Brown Christmas, watched A Charlie Brown Christmas and just about every other holiday movie possible. She fell in love with young Hugh Grant and Colin Firth for the thousandth time. She sang carols to herself and decorated her place with decorations from Target. She jammed out to the new Miley Cyrus album and held dance parties for herself in the house. She baked cookies and even attempted a trifle after watching a Great British Bake Off episode. She did and she did all in hopes that her mind wouldnât wander to the guy who hadnât called.
Harry texted occasionally, but it was infrequent at best. He was a busy person, she knew that. She knew who he was. And she didnât want her mind to have enough time to feel sorry for herself. For her to think that she was just somebody to pass the time with while at work, because if she stopped doing things thatâs where her mind would wander. Why did her mind spiral like it did? She had no idea, sheâd always been like that.
His absence, their separation, made her question if her own feelings were even true. She wondered if when she saw him he would act as if nothing had happened. As if he hadnât said their relationship was passionate and she had kissed him until she couldnât breath.
Too much time alone, she needed some fresh air. On January 2nd, after an uneventful night at home and a lackluster countdown washed down with cheap champagne, she decided to go and walk around near her place. There was a coffee shop that wasnât extremely expensive that she also liked that she figured she would get coffee from. After a brisk walk, she walked through the store's doors and ordered an iced green tea. As she waited, she watched the other customers around her, wishing to see a friendly face, someone she knew. And seconds later, she was met with half of that wish. Someone she knew, not necessarily a friendly face.
âAutumn.â She states with a grimace when someone taps her on the shoulder and she spins around.
âY/N? It is you!â Autumn, one of the PAâs from Donât Worry Darling who was especially in Harryâs business, exclaims overly happy as per usual.
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek and gives a tight lipped smile, trying her best to be cordial.
âHowâs your holiday been!â Autumn asks.
âGreat. You?â
âSo great!â Sheâs quick to lean closer and say in a hushed tone, âBut I miss working on set, especially getting to see that Harry everyday. Heâs just so gorgeous.â
A breath gets stuck in Y/Nâs chest at the mention of Harryâs name. Her brows canât help but raise a bit at Autumnâs comment. Even lowering her voice didnât make it feel alright to talk about Harry like this. He was her friend after all.
âSure.â Y/N nods abruptly, realizing Autumn wants some recognition of what sheâs just said. Y/Nâs eyes glance around the room, hoping for an out like her drink is ready or something - no such luck.
âI mean,â Autumn keeps talking, of course, âYouâre so lucky. You get to see him shirtless, like what? Everyday practically? Donât tell me you donât miss that just a little bit!â
âI miss working,â Y/N says, avoiding what Autumn is trying to get her to say. âAnd Harryâs my friend, could you maybe not talk about him like that with me?â
Autumnâs eyes widened in shock, her lips parted dumbfounded by her co-worker's response. Y/Nâs name is called for her drink and sheâs thankful for the serendipitous nature of that sound getting her out of the awkward situation she had just been in.
When she gets back to her apartment, she surprisingly has a text from Harry himself. Sheâs always telling everyone; speak of the devil and he will appear, in one way or another. Itâs a Happy New Year well wish followed by a separate text asking how she was.
It was sent a minute ago so she decides to try and give him a call. She preferred talking on the phone over texting.
It rings a few times and then, again surprisingly, he picks up. Â
ââLo?â His voice is nice and deep and sounding extra British after his weeks surrounded by family and such.
âHarry,â she sighs contentedly.
âHappy to hear your voice,â he says her name and she can tell heâs smiling just like she is, from ear to ear.
She bites at her lip, hearing him say her name.
âIâm well, thanks,â she says after a moment of happy silence.
âWhat?â Harry laughs, confused.
âYou texted asking me how I was and I called to respond.â
âGot it,â Harry chuckles, and she hears him shuffling around, likely sitting down on something.
âHow are you?â She continues.
âGood, starting to wind down for the day,â he lists off the things heâs been doing over the past few days. Some of it work related, some of it family activities. All of it fun, he insists. âWhat did you do today?â He finishes, knowing she was an avid activity doer based off of the snaps she had sent him over the past few weeks.
âTidied my place, went to the coffee shop and got iced teaâŠâ she tries to think and then she gasps, âOh! And I saw Autumn, one of the Donât Worry Darling PAâs -â
âThe one whoâs obsessed with me?â
âExactly!â She laughs, âAnd I may have kind of told her off⊠accidentally.â
âAccidentally told her off?â Harry repeats, incredulous. âHowâd you do that?â
âWell,â she doesnât want to tell him the rest, but thereâs also a tiny part of her that really does, âShe was gushing about you, which, ew. And then she asked if I missed seeing you shirtless everyday.â
âWell do you miss seeing me shirtless?â Harry smirks.
âOh shut up!â Sheâs quick to reply.
âSo you do?â
âIf I really wanted to see you shirtless, all Iâd have to do is type in âHarry Styles shâ and it would come up,â she rolls her eyes even though she knows he canât see them. âWouldnât even need the whole word. Guaranteed.â
âUh-huh?â Harry questions still, âIf you want me to send you shirtless pictures that the rest of the world hasnât seen, Y/N, all you have to do is ask.â
âI do not want you to send me shirtless pictures of yourself!â She exclaims. She feels like jumping out of a window right now. This conversation had escalated so quickly and she felt herself flushing, maybe even perspiring a little bit. And she also knew that she also would probably like it if he sent her shirtless pictures, which made this whole thing worse.
âOffer stands,â he says, smug as he normally was, happy he got to banter with her again. It had been dull without her, if he was honest with himself. âIf you ever find yourself in need, just send a cheeky text and Iâll whip one out for you, no matter where I am or what Iâm doing.â
âSee this sounds like youâre saying something sincere, but really youâre just telling me youâll send me nudes at any time.â
âNo one said anything about nudes!â
âShirtless, nude, sounds like youâre getting too caught up in the details, hon.â
âNo!â He protests, âYouâre the one whoâs supposed to be flustered right now, not me!â
âAww, youâre flustered,â She coos.
Harry groans. âWhatever. Iâll be back on the 8th, be ready to go out on the 9th. Iâm taking you on a proper date.â
âHow do you know Iâm going to say yes?â She bite her lip again, sheâs really sweating now. She couldnât believe he had just asked her out on a date out of nowhere. Out of them just joking about nudes. Maybe she didnât know Harry as well as she thought.
âBecause you called me,â he says confidently.
âI call everyone.â
âBut I donât offer shirtless pictures to everyone.â
âThat has nothing to do with me saying yes to this date.â
âOr does it?â
She laughs at his words, at how his voice still manages to convey every facial expression and quirk of his lips. She knows thereâs a smile on his lips as he stares in the distance, imagining her face just as she is his.
âYes.â She smiles.
âYes!â He repeats happily.
She hears him stand up and spin around possibly and she chuckles slightly, amused at the silly man across the world who had seemed to have stolen her heart.
âSee you soon, Harry.â
âNot soon enough.â
-
On the Saturday of their date, Harry insists on picking her up. He meets her at her door and winks at her after pulling away from their short hug. He laces his hand in hers and she follows behind him as he all but drags her to his car that is downstairs. He seems giddy. His hair has grown out in the month heâs been gone and she knows theyâll cut it when filming resumes. Heâs wearing Gucci flared blue jeans - she knows from the big logo on the bottom left pant leg - a âWaiting for Sunsetâ graphic tee beneath a black cardigan with little animals and items knitted in it. And of course, his dirty ass vans. She had hoped that maybe Christmas would bring him a fresh pair from someone, but it seemed there was no such luck.
Either way, he looked good and upon scanning his outfit, she was pleased that she had dressed correctly for the occasion, knowing one of the sins of Los Angeles was being improperly dressed wherever you might go. Harry had said casual, but casual can always mean so many different things. She got it right with light wash high-waisted leviâs, a brown cream rib-knit long sleeve that buttoned like it could be a cardigan, and some fun chunky boots that added some height to her normal stature. She had contemplated between this and possibly twenty other tops and a few other bottoms. Landing on this felt right, plus it didnât clash with Harry, the color of her shoes actually matched the color of the snake on the cardigan.
They both compliment each other on the way out to his car and she giggles when he stops and twirls her around. He says he didnât get a âproper lookâ before for him to compliment her adequately. After the twirl, he nods and starts them off again, complimenting the specific pieces of her clothes and says she looks beautiful again. His giddiness was contagious.
âNo Range tonight,â she muses when Harry stops them in front of a Mercedes-Benz cream convertible, top up.
âNot working,â he replies, unlocking the car with the key into the passengerâs side door handle.
She smiles and slides into the car and watches him jog around to his side and unlock it as well.
âTonight is going to be fantastic,â he says, leaning over the console and kissing her cheek, just beside her lips.
And when he pulls away with that smug smile of his, she knows he kissed her there on purpose. But the little tease only makes her smile more. He was good at this. And he was right.
The night was fantastic. As was every night after. And she learned that Harry was so much more than anything she ever thought. She counted herself lucky to be loved by a man like him.
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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !
PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.
HEESEUNG:
the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least đ€đ€)
he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there
but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets đŽïž
oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking
the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM đââïžđšđšđš
while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks
"y/n look i foundâ oh đđđ"
HE WAS SULKING PLSSS đđđ
when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did
*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me đđđ€„đđ"
he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually
"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! đ"
when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records
heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3
JAY:
GOD THIS DUDE
THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP đđđđ
"y/n stay behind me >:(("
"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"
"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? đ”đ§đ§"
you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind đ
you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling đïžââïž
jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) đđ
BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM
while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table
and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask
you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?
"jay can you come here for a sec?"
you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him
now, how about we guess what happens next?
a. he faints
b. he runs away
or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night
if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT đ„łđđđ
THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD
"$##/@+(+'ÂŁ%(:?!!)&ÂŁ**/*%@"
when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life
"i- I TRUSTED YOU đđđ YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"
he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru
"hi, can i get two umâ bts meals please? đđ and two oreo mc flurries đđ and also large fries đđ"
sane (1/3)
would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much đđđ)
he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes
JAKE:
really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile
but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing
he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash âĄâĄ) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games
def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after â€ïž__â€ïž
and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of
"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"
"aww thank you angel đđ"
sane (2/3)
SUNGHOON:
would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people
there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...donât ask why, the staffs were pretty weird đŹđŹ)Â
it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers
HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY
âoh thisâll be easy, y/n step aside, iâll handle this đđđâ
idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3
from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like yâall were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths
clichĂ© moment ahead â ïžâ ïž
the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success đđ
yupp, yâall were never going back to that hellhole again
very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:
SUNOO:
"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights đ«đ«đ«"
"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("
"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to đ€đ„ yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"
kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick đđ
(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )
once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all
THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG
he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders đ©đ©
(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that đ€«đ€«đ€«)
yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes
but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you đđđđ
sane (3/3)
JUNGWON:
was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it
he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident
yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line đ”
while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like đïžâđïžâ (so precious đđ)
"y/n why are you taking so long đđ what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr đ©đđđđđ"
when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)
he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room
dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you đ€
you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)
after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience đâïžâïžâïž
this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him
NIKI:
HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST đđđȘ
"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"
he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape
HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls đ€đ€ he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much
yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time
spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses đđ€©
GIRL SO EMBARRASSING đ€Ąđ€Ą
THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE â ïžâ ïž
"haunted house next weekend???"
"BET"
NOTE â god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNGâS SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HEâS NOT REAL WTF âïžâââïž
also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? ÂŁ!?) 6=6) đ€Łđđđđ€Łđ€Łđđ it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33
#enhypen#enhypen drabbles#enhypen reactions#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen x gender neutral reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#jungw8ns
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3. I have no idea if this time line would work, but MYX and XY get attached to each other, so when the time comes that MYX and XY need to leave Koi Tower, JGY helps them get married in secret and run away to Dongu. Anyways, a few years latter, JGY has a kid that needs to go and people in a removed location that owe him favors! Isnât that a wonderful combination! A Jin(?) Rusong raised by Uncles Mo and Xue, or whatever they go by these days, would be very chaotic. Bonus: they start a relatively safe demonic cultivation sect, maybe with some guidance from the Nie (has NMJ never been killed by the Jin in this Au?), or more specifically, Huaisang. SL and XXC who got a happy ending decide to check out this no blood line sect (it looks slightly dubious, but surely canât be to bad! Right?) A-Qing at least is enjoying her new friend -đȘđŠ
Should Have Been Listening - ao3
âLet go of me.â
âI wonât,â Mo Xuanyu said, clutching Xue Yangâs arm. âI wonât, I wonât! Youâre my only friend here!â
Xue Yang looked down at him in what he thought was mostly exasperation, but might have also been a little fondness â after all, if itâd been anyone else whoâd grabbed him, heâd have stabbed them.
He still didnât know why he didnât stab Mo Xuanyu, too, but in all honesty, he wasnât that interested in exploring it. He did what he wanted, and right now, he didnât want to murder Mo Xuanyu.
Irritating as he sometimes was.
âLittle brat,â he said. âI have important business to go do.â
âItâs not something that he ordered, though!â
âSo what?â Xue Yang bristled. âI donât just do what hetells me!â
âBut that means he wonât cover for you, and that means youâll get in trouble!â Mo Xuanyu argued. âHow can I let you go all alone to get in trouble? You have to take me with you! What will you do without me? Whoâll keep you entertained and sneak sweets for you if not for me?â
Xue Yangâs lips twitched. Okay, maybe there was a reason he kept the brat around.
âYou donât understand,â he said. âThis is something Iâve got to do â something Iâve wanted to do for a long time. Iâm going to kill a lot of people and get into a lot of trouble, more trouble than ever before. Iâll probably lose my life. How can I possibly take you with me?â
Mo Xuanyu scowled up at him. It was a very weak scowl â barely more than a pout. âYou think thatâs going to make me not want to come with you?â
Xue Yangâs eyebrows went up. âYou cry at the sight of blood!â
âI cry at a lot of things!â
Xue Yang wasnât sure how to respond to that. It was true, Mo Xuanyu cried at a lot of things.
âMaybe if I come with you, it wonât be so bad!â
Yeeeeah, Xue Yang wasnât going to count on that.
âOr maybe you donât have to goâŠ?â
âI have to go,â he explained. âIf I donât go, I canât get revenge, and I have to have revenge.â
Mo Xuanyu blinked up at him.
âI donât really understand, but okay,â he said, and tugged on his arm. âLetâs go together, then. I promise I wonât cry!â
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He cried.
He cried a lot.
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âStop fucking crying.â
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âJust â ugh. Listen. Youâre ruining the mood.â
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âIf you canât stop crying, go away. Now. Or Iâll stab you!â
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âOkay, see, look, I just killed the leaders, see? Just the old men. Everyone else is just locked in their rooms. Once the sect leader comes back, Iâll kill him too, and thatâll be all. Okay? Everyone else lives. I promise. Now stop crying, okay?â
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âI donât want to know,â Jin Guangyao said when they got back. âI donât want to know at all.â
âGood,â Xue Yang grumbled. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âEnough people heard about the reason for what you did that opinions are mixed as to whether your actions were the Chang clanâs just rewards for their former misdeeds or if they were actually wrong,â Jin Guangyao said. He looked irritated. âBut you still killed high-ranking members of a sect, and you left enough alive that theyâre demanding your head on a platter. Youâre going to need to run away.â
Mo Xuanyu hesitantly gestured as if he wished to speak.
âYes, you can go with him. Now that my father is dead, no one cares where you are.â
Mo Xuanyu beamed.
âYouâre just going to let us go?â Xue Yang asked suspiciously. âThat seems unlike you. Whatâs in it for you?â
âOh, Iâm not just going to let you go. Iâm going to give you money, too,â Jin Guangyao said. âAnd all you need to do for me is one little tiny favor ââ
Pity that that was when Xue Yang stopped listening, too busy staring at Mo Xuanyuâs delighted face and counting all the way he was in for it now.
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âIâve always wanted to take care of a baby,â Mo Xuanyu said happily.
âGood for you,â Xue Yang said darkly as he stalked through the streets.
He would rather that Jin Guangyao had needed a body buried and a death covered up or something â and judging by the babyâs perturbed expression, it probably agreed with him. Fuck, maybe Jin Guangyao had meant for them to murder the baby once they got it far enough out of the way. It was just as plausible as Mo Xuanyu's assumption that they were supposed to take care of it.
Damnit, maybe he should have been listening.
âListen, neither of us are equipped to handle a baby. Go find a woman to help us â someone poor and helpless who doesnât have any other choice.â
âOkay!â
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Xue Yang shut his eyes. âWhat exactly,â he said slowly, âdid you think I asked you to get us a woman for, exactly?â
âToâŠwatch the baby?â Mo Xuanyu guessed. âWhen weâre busy or sleeping? Anyway, whatâs wrong with A-Qing, anyway? Sheâs nice!â
âIâm not nice,â A-Qing said. The damn brat was smirking â and for once it wasnât his damn brat, but some blind brat with a cocky expression. âI stole your wallet and you burst into tears and it was really embarrassing.â
âHe does that,â Xue Yang said wearily. At least heâd noticed the theft this time â all of his lessons in âhow not to be a sucker and get constantly taken advantage ofâ were maybe having something of an impact. Maybe. âFor some reason Iâm apparently into it.â
He couldnât explain it any other way.
ââŠloser.â
âI will stab you,â Xue Yang threatened. âI donât care if youâre blind.â
âWonât someone tell me why A-Qing isnât a perfectly good babysitter?â Mo Xuanyu demanded. He was holding the baby in his arms again â the baby liked him more than it did Xue Yang, which meant that between Mo Xuanyu and the baby, the baby had better self-preservation instincts â and he was trying his best stern scowl which was of course barely more than a pout and a so-called âfierceâ expression that made Xue Yang want to laugh.
Not even Mo Xuanyuâs horrific make-up skills could make thatface intimidating. Or maybe it was just that the person behind the face was just so completely unthreatening that there was no help for it?
âWell? Tell me!â
Xue Yan opened his mouth, then shrugged and shut it again.
A-Qing patted Mo Xuanyu on the shoulder. âIâm too young. No milk.â
ââŠmilk?â
âYou know. The thing babies eat?â
ââŠmilk,â Mo Xuanyu repeated, only now he looked absolutely heartbroken at having failed the mission that Xue Yang had assigned him almost entirely just to get him out of the way while Xue Yang collected some spare cash and threatened their way onto a ride out of this piece of shit town.
âItâs fine,â Xue Yang said hastily. âWeâll just get a goat or something, I donât know.â
âOkay, I actually only came here to laugh at you,â A-Qing said. âBut now Iâm legitimately worried about this baby. Donât you two know anything? Howâd you even get a baby, anyway?â
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âStop laughing. Itâs not that funny.â
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âSeriously. Stop laughing, or I stab you.â
âDonât worry, A-Qing,â Mo Xuanyu said. âHe doesnât mean it! Threats are just how he expresses affection!â
âIt most certainly is not.â
âThat is absolutely amazing,â A-Qing said, wiping her eyes. âBest thing Iâve ever heard., if by best I mean worse-but-hilarious. I mean. If thatâs what he considers affection, what must his flirting be like?â
âNo one is flirting with anyone!â
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âAre you going to leave at some point?â
âObviously not,â A-Qing said. Sheâd caught the same ride as them, using Xue Yangâs cash no less â Mo Xuanyu had insisted that it was the least they could do after the whole milk misunderstanding, which was stupid, she ought to be paying them for wasting their time. Xue Yang couldnât wait to get rid of her, although he had to admit that sheâd been pretty useful in terms of putting on the âpoor sad blind girl and her two brothers all alone in the worldâ act to get them a room at the inn at prices even Xue Yang felt comfortable paying. âAre you joking? This is so much funnier than walking by myself. Anyway, I enjoy watching people crash and burn.â
âArenât you too young to be such a bitch?â Xue Yang hissed. âAnd, I donât know, blind?â
âYou know what I mean.â
âI donât care what you ââ
The sound of crying came from the other room.
It was quickly followed by a second set of crying.
Xue Yang felt the onset of a headache.
ââŠtruce?â A-Qing suggested sweetly, as if she knew exactly how much it pissed him off and thought it was the funniest thing ever, which wasâŠprobably accurate, actually. âIâll get the baby to stop crying if you do the same with Mo Xuanyu.â
Yeah, that was definitely a headache. The sort of headache called why do I like that brat.
Mo Xuanyu owed him so much candy for putting up with this shit.
âFine,â Xue Yang said begrudgingly. âTruce. Temporarily. And then you leave!â
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âSo we live here now, huh?â A-Qing said, looking around the house theyâd claimed. âThatâs neat.â
âWhy do you live with us again?â Xue Yang asked her, though by now he barely even meant it. A-Qing was clearly another one in the same mold as Mo Xuanyu: you just couldnât say no to herâŠor, rather, you could, at length and top volume and with threats, only it just didnât stick. âI definitely did not recall asking you to stay.â
Though it was nice to have someone else around that wasnât going to get immediately ripped off by literally anyone who came their way. Mo Xuanyuâd started getting conned by the literal infant that they were taking care of â he was completely hopeless.
Also, questionably blind or not, at least A-Qing had no hesitation about beating people with her stick if they struck her the wrong way, which was a life approach Xue Yang agreed with wholeheartedly.
âSheâs going to learn to cultivate!â Mo Xuanyu chirped from where he was applying his make-up. âDemonic cultivation, too! We had a whole discussion about it while you were out getting groceries!â
That made a certain amount of sense, Xue Yang supposed. You didnât need talent to be a demonic cultivator â technically speaking, given his bloodline, Mo Xuanyu was more naturally gifted in cultivation than Xue Yang, which was just wrong on all sorts of levels â and it was certainly more effective a defense mechanism than A-Qingâs stick. If there were two of them, they could protect Mo Xuanyu and the baby more effectively, taking shifts when needed, and Mo Xuanyu, who was also going to learn demonic cultivation no matter how many times Xue Yang had to hammer it into his head, could be the last line of defense, largely since no one would ever expect him to be able to doâŠanythingâŠand theyâd be right, too.
So it wasnât the craziest idea in the world, onlyâŠ
ââŠwho is she going to be learning from, exactly!?â
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âHave you ever considered charging for your skill in teaching cultivation lessons instead of your skill in stabbing people?â A-Qing asked one day. They were lying on the ground and having the corpses theyâd raised fan them to try to reduce the temperature â it was that sort of day. Also, Mo Xuanyu, who mightâve objected, wasnât around. âYouâre not actually that bad at this. Might be more profitable, and less work. Just a thought.â
âShut up. Iâm great at stabbing people.â
âYeah, but then after a while we have to move because people get annoyed at that, and itâs getting a little annoying to have to pack up all the time.â
âWeâd have to move anyway. Weâre wanted criminals, remember?â
âWe could be wanted criminals with a house. Besides, wouldnât you like to be called Teacher Xue?â
âWhat? No. Gross.â
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âSo you see, it turns out that they were teaching demonic cultivation in a safe and organized fashion,â Xiao Xingchen explained enthusiastically. âTheyâd even gathered up their own little sect! And of course everyone heard what the Chang clan did, so thereâs no need to worry about them going around and murdering people at random â it was a targeted revenge scheme.â
âWeâre working on teaching them regular cultivation,â Song Lan agreed, nodding. âTo help mitigate the negative effects of demonic cultivationâŠwell, we started out by just teaching them.â
âIt turned out that theyâd been secretly teaching all of the local delinquents, too, or at least Mo-gongzi had been teaching a few and Mistress Qing was teaching a few others, and even Sect Leader Xue had a few disciples,â Xiao Xingchen said, politely omitting or possibly having not noticed the fact that Mo Xuanyu had been teaching his âfriendsâ (read: scammers trying to take advantage of him), while A-Qing and Xue Yang had each been trying to form competing gangs and/or obtain lackeys. Xue Yang didnât mind the oversight, largely on account of the fact that A-Qing had been winning, damn her â heâd kept getting distracted by inventing new things. âAnd a few of them had real talent â and you know that Zichen and I have always wanted to start a sect of our own, with no bloodline ties ââ
âWeâre joining their sect,â Song Lan said. âWeâll be leading the orthodox side, while they lead the demonic cultivation aspect â safely, of course.â
âI guess itâs better than them being crazy,â Jiang Cheng said. He sounded dubious. âI donât like it, but at least all the demonic cultivators can be in one spot, you know?â
He made it sound like theyâd be dropping off new ones there in the future.
Like theyâd opened up some sort of pet rescue and were taking in unwanted puppies or something.
âAgreed,â Nie Mingjue said. âTo the extent that they arenât causing active harm, containment seems an appropriate remedy here. Who seconds the motion?â
âI do,â Lan Xichen said, and smiled at the newly agreed-upon sect. âWelcome back to the cultivation world, Sect Leader Xue.â
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âI donât want to know,â Jin Guangyao said, glaring.
âDonât worry,â Xue Yang told him. âThis comes as much of a shock to me as to you.â
The glare intensified, but that was fine. Jin Guangyaoâs facial expressions, however minor and generally overlooked, had been the only thing getting him through that awful, awful meeting just now where people kept trying to salute him and make him salute back and if he didnât then he was letting down Mo Xuanyu (who would send him a sad look) and A-Qing (who would hear about it from Mo Xuanyu later and then find a way to step on his foot right when he was concentrating on something).
Not to mention their two new resident lovebirds, who looked so righteous and proper from the outside but who also may or may not have accidentally full-on actually resurrected some dead asshole cultivator more or less the first time theyâd joined Xue Yang in his demonic cultivation laboratory â which would have been fine, you know, that happened in demonic cultivation though not normally to quite such a wow-is-he-actually-alive extent, except that the guyâs intermittent moments of clarity suggested that his two new sect members might have just brought back the Yiling Patriarch himself, which was going to make all of them wanted criminal again the second anyone found out about it.
Ugh.
Being called sect leader was completely not worth this shit.
Xue Yang comforted himself with the reminder that later today he was planning on publicly introducing Jin Guangyao to the Xue sectâs head junior disciple âXue Songâ and announcing loudly that the brat needed some lessons in manners, that heâd heard that that was Lianfeng-zunâs specialty, and nominating him to take care of the kid while they were visiting.
See how the fucker liked that.
âI always knew Xue-gege could do great things!â Mo Xuanyu said, clapping his hands as A-Qing rolled her (by now, Xue Yang was almost definitely sure not actually blind) eyes behind his back. âAs long as I went with him!â
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secret santa â chains!au [dream]
Dream x Fem!Reader Chains!AUÂ â original fic here
Chains!AU masterlist
Summary: Secret Santa with the OT4.Â
Warnings: as always, a lot of swearing, & some steamy sections but nothing too hot.Â
Word Count: 3.6k+
A/N: AHHH ITS FINALLY HERE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! AND HAPPY HANUKKAH TO ANYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO!!!
The letter from Technoblade was extremely vague. He had ordered for a meeting as soon as possible and seeing as it was a week until Christmas, his employees dreaded the occasion.Â
Y/n, George, Sapnap and Dream dragged their feet towards the entrance of Technoâs mansion. The vast white house took up most of oneâs eye line, with the buildingâs tall white pillars signalling the importance of the man who lived there. Sapnap wore a permanent pout on the journey there and continued to do so until the group stood in the elegant ballroom in the middle bottom floor of the mansion.Â
âIf we get yelled at, Iâm leaving.â George threw Sapnap a bored look, silently telling him to shut up as the last of their associates entered. Techno was nowhere to be seen, as usual, but the anticipationâdreadâof knowing the situation, had Dream on edge. He was more snappy than normal and he wore a hard expression that not even Y/n could crack.Â
âItâs Christmas, what the fuck could he possibly want?â Dream spat, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n peered at him and placed her hand on his bicep. The touch made Dream snap his head towards her, his eyes slightly softening at the sight of her. âSorry.â
Y/n shook her head, âItâs okay to be angry.â Dream dragged the side of his mouth between his teeth in annoyance. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused the room to fall silent.Â
âYouâre probably wondering why I called you here this close to Christmas.â Technoâs deep voice bounced off the walls. The statement made George, Sapnap and Dream nod exaggeratedly.Â
âI suppose Iâll get on with it then; Iâve decided to host a Secret Santa for Techno Industries this year!â At the sound of nothing life-threatening, Dreamâs eyes widened. His head on a swivel, he looked at Y/n and then the boys. His mouth had fallen open and the outline of a smile began forming on his cheeks. The rare sight of Dream grinning in Technoâs presence was satisfying; who wouldâve guessed something as trivial as Secret Santa would break his streak of sternness during in these meetings.Â
âI have already picked out your partners, so check your phones for the person youâll be buying for,â It was exceptionally out of character for Techno to be so joyful, but perhaps the holiday season had brought his spirits up. âHave a great evening, everybody! Happy Christmas! And Happy Hanukkah for those who celebrate it!âÂ
The high-pitched dings of phone notifications prompted everybody to check them. Fishing her phone from her purse, Y/n looked at the screen, Sapnap. A smile broke out across her face as she looked around the group.Â
She met Georgeâs gaze, who also wore a grin. Looking at Dream and then Sapnap, she realised they were all beaming. She furrowed her eyebrows quickly when all four of them were eyeing each other, knowing something was up.
âTell me, Y/n, did you happen to get someone in this group?â Sapnap asked, his smile growing even more when she nodded. âI did too,â Dream said, followed by George, âYeah same.âÂ
âGuys! We got each other! Almost looks like it was rigged.â Sapnapâs eyebrows raised whilst a smirk etched its way on his face.Â
George eyeballed him, âSapnap, how did you know this was even happening? Anyway, that defeats the entire purpose of secret Santa in the first place. How did you even manage to do this?â Sapnap scrunched his face up, âSo many questions and no answers! A magician never reveals his secrets. Plus, nobody actually cares, Georgie; get a life.âÂ
A look of confusion and irritation crossed Georgeâs face as he threw his hands up. Dream stifled a laugh with his fist and Y/n smiled softly, not wanting to annoy George further.Â
âAnywho⊠who got me?â
y/n, i need your help. idk what to buy dream.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she received the messages from Sapnap. She set down the bowl she held in the kitchen of the teamâs penthouse apartment in San Diego and picked up her phone to respond.Â
your problem.Â
Reading her text, Sapnap groaned out loud and falsely cried; he knew if he was loud enough, somebody would come to his aid. He sat on his bed in his room, the clock ticking mockingly in the background. He spun around to scowl at it before he was startled by Dreamâwrong person!
âWhatâs wrong now, Snapmap?â Dream asked. The younger boy stilled and turned back to see the older boy standing in the doorway. âN-Nothing!â
Dream furrowed his eyebrows, âHas this got to do with the present thing?â Sapnap nodded stiffly. The breeze from the open window drifted through the room and Sapnap begged for something outside to distract Dream.Â
âWell, I can probably help you, who have you got?â Dream walked to the bed where Sapnap sat. âGeorge?â His answer sounded more like a question as Dreamâs face scrunched in confusion. Sapnapâs paranoid essence told Dream not to push any further, but he found the situation at hand funnier than it should've been.Â
âIâve got George.â Sapnap reddened and shot up from his spot. âI gotta go.âÂ
Dream watched his friend rush out of the room, a lopsided smile made its way onto his face. He glanced out of the window, the birds flying past distracting him for a moment before he snorted a laugh and made his way downstairs.Â
â
âI fucked it, he knows I donât have George, because he does!â Sapnap rambled to Y/n quietly in the kitchen. Y/n tried her best not to giggle at his panic and placed her hand on his shoulder. âDonât worry about it, Sapnap. Clayâs not smart enough to figure it out himself.âÂ
âHey!â Sapnapâs eyes widened at the sound of Dreamâs voice and threw his hand up at Y/n before he exited.Â
âWhatâs this about me not being smart?â Dream sounded hurt, but the grin on his face told otherwise. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
âReally?â âMhmm.â
Dream folded his lips between his teeth as he approached Y/n from his place in the doorway. âSomething tells me, youâre lying.âÂ
Y/n shook her head as Dreamâs hands ran over her hips. She bit down on her bottom lip as his face inched closer to hers. âYou wouldnât lie to me, Y/n? Would you?â The girl shook her head, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Dreamâs tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips.Â
âI need you to help me decide what to get George.â Y/n stepped back from Dreamâs grip and groaned. âSeriously?âÂ
Dream lent over, his hands on his knees as he laughed. Y/n joined in with his cackles, swiftly moving around the kitchen to tend to the beeping oven. The tantalising aroma of fresh cookies filled the small space and Dreamâs eyes lit up. âCookies?âÂ
His jaw fell open at the sight of the sweets before he hurried towards the hot tray that sat on the counter. The chocolatey biscuits sat untouched, and Dream hovered over them, the steam heating his face.Â
âTheyâre hot!â Y/nâs statement was ignored by him as he reached out to pluck a cookie off of the tray. Dream quickly retracted his hand as his fingertips brushed the hot metal. âFuck!âÂ
He cradled his hand in his other as he turned towards Y/n, pouting. âYou know for a man in your line of work, I'd expect you to be less of a pussy.â
Dreamâs frown deepened as he held his fingers out to her, âHelp me!â Y/n threw her head backwards in exasperation, fighting back a smile. âFine.âÂ
Y/n had bought and finished Sapnapâs Secret Santa present. She held it out at armâs length to admire her wrapping and moved to place it in her closet to hide it. She was just about to shove it behind her shoe rack when a voice made her jump.
âHey,â Dream popped his head into Y/nâs room. She smiled at him and closed the closet doors without properly hiding Sapnapâs present. âHi.âÂ
âIâve got something for you,â He said, rounding his arm from behind his back. He held a small, red gift bag and the sight made Y/n gasp.Â
âI didnât know we were doing presents, Clay.â Her eyes filled with tears at the sentiment and for not thinking about buying Dream a present. âWe werenât, but I saw this and had to get it for you.âÂ
Dream guided Y/n to sit on her bed. He handed her the bag and waited for her to open it, jabbing his fingers in her sides in an attempt to hurry the process.
âStop poking me, Iâm opening it.â She laughed, pulling a black box from the bag. Y/nâs eyes widened as she glanced at Dream, who sat with his thumbnail in his mouth. He let out a nervous laugh before Y/n opened the box.Â
A small gold pendant with faint engravings of an animal sat within the velvet, the chain hidden under the material. Y/n tilted her head as she brought it closer to her face, tears blurring her vision. âItâs a lion; it symbolises strength, and you are the strongest woman I know, Y/n. You mean the absolute world to me, you know that?âÂ
Y/n nodded, lolling her head the rest on Dreamâs shoulder ââplus, Iâm a Leo, so itâs fitting.â Y/n shoved his shoulder. âItâs gorgeous.âÂ
She carefully brought her hand to remove it from the box, her hands shaking. âStop shaking,â Dream laughed, taking the necklace from her hands. âIâm sorry! Iâm nervous.âÂ
âYou donât think I am too?â He uttered, unclasping the hook.
âAw, youâre nervous?â Y/n whispered, a tearful grin on her face. Dream blushed whilst he nodded. âNow, turn around.â
Y/n did as she was told and lifted her hair up. The cold, thin chain rested against her skin, the small pendant falling on her collarbones. Before she released her hair, she felt Dreamâs lips against the nape of her neck. Flushing, Y/n twisted her body so she was facing him again.Â
She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck in a hug, Dream circling his around her torso. âThank you,â She whispered. âI love it.âÂ
Dream sighed, nudging his nose against her ear, âI love you.â Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, her emotions in overdrive as she felt him peck her cheek. Y/n craned her head back so she could look into Dreamâs. âI love you.âÂ
Dream softly smiled before he dipped his head to connect their lips in a kiss. Y/n hummed at the feeling, her fingers moving to toy with the hairs at the bottom of his neck. Dream pulled away quickly, only to press his mouth back against herâs, his hands lifting her shirt up.Â
A deep groan came from the back of Dreamâs throat as Y/n tugged on his hair, the sound making her smile into his mouth. Suddenly, a soft pinch pricked the skin of her waist as she yelped gently. âStop laughing at me, baby.âÂ
This only made Y/n giggle harder as she pulled away from Dream, a pout upon his features. She tipped her head to the side, a mocking frown on her face. Dream huffed and attempted to untangle their limbs whilst fighting a smile. Y/n reached out to grasp his wrists, the action causing Dream to stop moving.Â
He cocked an eyebrow at Y/n before she tugged at his wrists and brought his face back to hers. The closeness of their lips and the mingling of breath was euphoric as Y/n closed her eyes to kiss him againâbefore she was rudely interrupted.Â
âWhoâd you get for Secret Santa?âÂ
âClay!âÂ
Sapnap, George, Y/n and Dream had taken refuge next to the food table, choosing to stand away from the cluster of other associates in the middle of the room. Sapnap had complained beforehand about interacting with them, and as a group, they had decided it was best for all of them not to mingle. Although, Y/n had left to greet her friend, Niki at the beginning of the night and was soon dragged back to the group by Sapnap.Â
They had been waiting on Technoblade to start the exchange of gifts for an hour now. Growing bored, Sapnap elbowed George in the ribs sharply, a giggle escaping his lips at the sound of his friend in pain, âFuck off, Sapnap.âÂ
Dreamâs arm was thrown over Y/nâs shoulders, her body turned to fit into his side. She looked up at him, expecting to be met with the usual hard expression Dream wore during meetings with Techno, but instead, she admired the faint upturn of the corners of his mouth.Â
Finally, Technoblade waltzed into the room, his red velvet suit glittering in the light of the vast chandeliers above. His blossom hair was pulled back into a plait at the back of his head, and his two unusually sharp bottom teeth were visible from where the group stood as they watched him smirk. Sapnap rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, earning a jab in the ribs from George. âDickhead,â he uttered through closed teeth.Â
Technoblade scanned his eyes over the small gathering of employees in front of him. Golden bells and feathery tinsel hung from the walls and the soft rhythm of festive music played at the back of the ballroom. Despite the joyous atmosphere, his face remained stoic as he cleared his throat.Â
âGood evening, everyone.âÂ
â
The exchange of gifts soon began, everybody moving to the back corner of the ballroom to pick out their present.Â
Y/n, Sapnap, George and Dream decided to go get their presents last. Once they had all picked out the present with their name on it, George pushed Y/nâs shoulder lightly.
âLadies first.â Y/n rolled her eyes and reached into the green bag. Her fingers wrapped around a brick-shaped item, the form oddly familiar as she lifted it out. The wrapped walkie talkie sat delicately in her grip. Y/nâs face lit up as she peeled the red paper away.Â
âOh my godâŠâÂ
âDream told me you needed a new one since Schlatt destroyed your last one, so ta-da~!â George wore a silly grin as he watched Y/n admire the shiny, new walkie talkie. âI love it, thank you, Georgie.â
She brought him into a hug, her tight embrace showing George how grateful she actually wasâhe knew her time with Schlatt was traumatic, so he wanted to assure her that they were always there, more so when she was alone; even if that was in the form of a walkie talkie.Â
âItâs my turn!â Sapnap laughed. He snatched the small wrapped box from the floor next to him. His face lit up as his fingers quickly moved to tear away at the wrapping paper. George furrowed his eyebrows at the oddly shaped gift and glanced at Dream who shook his head. They both turned to look at Y/n who gazed at Sapnap, meeting eyes again when they came to the realisation that it was she who bought the present.Â
Sapnap pulled out a stack of red and white cards tied together with a green bow. He laughed in disbelief at the sight of the colours of his favourite fast-food restaurant.Â
âChick-Fil-A gift cards?â He beamed, his gaze scanning over his friends before Y/n raised her hand. âY/n! I love you! Thank you!â
He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder in a half-hug. Y/n did the same, whispering a quick, âno problemâ to him.Â
Dream narrowed his eyes at Sapnap, whoâs smile only grew bigger. âCalm down, green boy, why do you hate me?â
âOk, Iâm next.â Dream announced, ignoring the question. He moved his growing hair out of his eyes as he brought the wrapped box in front of him.Â
âYou shouldâve gotten him some hair clippers for that mop,â Y/n laughed, shoving Dream while he fake laughed and grimaced. Sapnap barked out a laugh and encouraged Dream to open the present. âChill out.âÂ
Sapnap rolled his eyes and watched as Dream ripped the paper off, a smirk playing at his lips. âOh look! Hair clippers!âÂ
The group burst into hysterics at the sight of the box that did, in fact, contain hair clippers. âI hate you guys.âÂ
âBe grateful, Dreamy! I paid good money for those.â Sapnap exclaimed, his laughs making it difficult to understand him. âWhile you're at it, shave that disgusting beard shit youâve got going on, itâs gross.âÂ
âItâs hardly a beard. Youâre just jealous because you canât grow one as good as me,â Dream teased, earning a scoff from Sapnap, âThatâs bullshit.âÂ
Dream gave Sapnap a bemused look and stepped forward to wrap his arm around his neck in a headlock. âYouâre such a fuckinâ idiot.âÂ
Sapnapâs giggles attracted the attention of surrounding members, their laughter joining in with the group of four when they saw what was going on.Â
âWell, unlike Sapnap, I actually got you a good present, George.â Dream said, releasing the youngest from the headlock. George peered down at the large red and green gift bag he held.Â
âOkâŠâ He reached into the bag but stopped when his face scrunched up. Dream snorted out a laugh, his wheeze making it hard for everyone to keep a straight face. âDream, what the fuck is this?âÂ
Dreamâs laughs only intensified when George pulled a singular piece of wet spaghetti. Y/n laughed out loud with a puzzled expression, and Sapnap slapped his knee with tears in his eyes.Â
âOh no! Did I put the wrong present in the bag?â Dream struggled to breathe through his cackles. George genuinely seemed hurt as he pouted, his head dropping towards the floor.Â
âNO! No, George, Iâm kiddingâhere,â Dream moved to pull something from his back pocket. George lifted his head and his frown was immediately replaced with a look of shock when Dream dropped a gold compass in his palm. George was unable to form a coherent sentence as he gazed at Dream, his eyes becoming watery. âHow?â
âI contacted your dad, actually, and he was more than happy to send it over.â Dream said, happily accepting George's hug when he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Sapnap glanced at Y/n, confused until George noticed. Â
âIt was my Grandadâs compass. He took this everywhere he went during the war. I thought it was gone forever when he died.â Sapanpâs eyebrows raised and his jaw fell, âWoah.âÂ
âY/n helped me.â Dream admitted, motioning his hand to her as she waved.Â
âY/n.â George moved to hug the girl next, his tears falling onto her shoulder. She exhaled a laugh and brought her hand to the back of his head, âIt was no problem, honestly. I know how much it means to you.âÂ
George pulled back, wiping at his cheeks, suddenly very embarrassed at making a scene. âSorry guys.âÂ
âDonât be sorry, Georgie, itâs a sentimental gift, we understand,â Sapnap said, patting his friendâs back. âBut why wasnât I a part of this?â
Tugging on Dreamâs sleeve, Y/n pulled him back inside his bedroom. âIâve got a present for you.âÂ
âUhâwe gotta be downstairs in like 5 minutes,â Dream laughed, the tips of his ears reddening as he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. âNo! Not that type of present, get your head out of the gutter.âÂ
Dream continued to giggle, even when Y/n sat him down on his bed. âClose your eyes.âÂ
Y/n rushed to his wardrobe to reach up and grab the long, flat box that laid on the middle shelf. She placed it in his lap and then resumed to sit next to him. At the feeling of something on his thighs, Dream opened his eyes. He gave her a pointed look and continued to open the box.
His brought his hand to tuck his hair behind his ear as he reached inside the side of the box. His movement froze when he felt the object and turned to face Y/n. She only laughed as he continued to drag it out of the cardboard. Dream gapped at the feeling of smooth ceramic under his fingers. âBaby..âÂ
âI told you I was going to get you a new one, so I did,â Y/n spoke softly, her voice like honey to him. Dream furrowed his brows and Y/n brought her thumb to smooth out the creases, âDonât do that, youâll get wrinkles.âÂ
That elicited a giggle out of Dream. He placed it on his duvet on the other side of him and turned back towards Y/n. âYou didnât need to do this.âÂ
Y/n rolled her eyes, slapping him lightly on the bicep, âShut up, yes I did. I promised.â Dream shook his head, returning his gaze to the mask.Â
âI love you, so much. You have no idea.â Y/n squinted one eye and she tilted her head, âIâm pretty sure I have an idea.âÂ
âOh yeah?â Dream questioned, placing the mask and the box on the floor before he pushed Y/n backwards on the bed. She nodded, moving her hands to his shoulders as he hovered over her.Â
âI know because I love you so much more,â Dream pulled his head back, looking at her in bewilderment. âNo chance.â And when he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, a scream interrupted them.
âClose your fucking door! Gross!âÂ
âFuck off, Sapnap!âÂ
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19th birthday
It was late.
you donât know how late, but late enough that you hadnât heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath.Â
currently you were sat on a beach. alone.
it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago.Â
the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked
you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze.Â
you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.
the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex.Â
you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.
the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.
you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.
one of the thoughts your brain wouldnât let go was about Alex, the boy youâve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.
you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy.Â
but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.
Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.
you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.
at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos.Â
with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.
through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex.Â
speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you
*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*
you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.
just then you heard it.
a familiar voice from behind you, âwhatâs so funny?â
you looked back startled and confused
âAlex? what are you doing out here?â
âwell y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as thatâ
âi got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh airâ
â its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?â
ânopeâ you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke
âtoo bad!â he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand
you giggled at his humor
neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence.Â
and yet, suddenly Alex said something.
âhave you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your faceâ
you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression.Â
âi guess. if I did, I didn't notice.â
âhow did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeableâ he said, putting an emphasis on the very,
you laughed, probably harder than you should have.
he smiled, happy to see you happy
âdo you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?â
âno, well, not here at least-â you said gesturing your hands at the oceanÂ
âplus, there's sand getting in my assâ you added on to your previous sentence
Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.
you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.
he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,
âwhere are we going?â
âyouâll see, its a great place, I promise you will love itâÂ
you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.
âhow romanticâ you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him
as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.
he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street
you saw the title of the song he was playing, âFalling For Uâ by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for.Â
you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper
âi mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially meâ
this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while
it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.
eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas stationÂ
âis this the place?â you questionedÂ
ânope, just a pit stop.â he said
you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination
 eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.
Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,
you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city.Â
you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.
this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.
you blushed, but pushed it off.
you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.
he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.
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you starred into the sky full of stars above you.Â
you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over headÂ
âwhat did you wish for, Alex?â
âi cant tell you or else it wont come trueâ
âwell then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?â
âyou're so stupid-â he said jokingly as he laughed.
âso, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spotâ Alex chuckled at his own joke
âyes but, I have a question firstâ
Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be
âdo you believe in love at first sight?â
you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.
âdo you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?â
âyes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbassâ you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.
âI think I just did, did I not?âÂ
it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story
you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in
he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance
ây/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!â he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead.Â
you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke
âoh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved youâ you faked sobbed onto his chest
âmaybe a true loves kiss will help save himâ he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing
âah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!â you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips.Â
he sat up with a loud gasp
âI am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!â you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance
âmay I kiss you again mâlady? for saving my life of course.â he questioned
âof course, you can kiss me anytime mâladyâ you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss
he pulled way first before speaking
âWAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME MâLADY?
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VALERIE - Part II. (Harry Styles)
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Working on a major report you have to finish by the end of the week, you are completely focused on your computerâs screen when your phone buzzes on the desk next to the keyboard. You grab it and answer the call without even checking the screen.
âY/N,â you say into the phone.
âWhatâs your size?â
Harryâs voice pushes you out of focus as you grimace unintentionally.
âSince when do you have my number? And what the Hell are you talking about?â
âSince I asked for it from your sister,â he tells you matter-of-factly. âAnd Iâm asking you what size shirts you wear.â
âWhy do you need to know that?â
âBecause Iâm trying to dress up as you for Halloween.â Your eyes widen at his comment, but soon enough he continues. âBecause I found cute matching shirts for godparents and a goddaughter and I wanna buy it, but I donât know your size.â
âOh,â you say, finally understanding the situation. âWhat kind of shirts?â
âItâs Fairy Godparents themed, thought it would be funny to wear it at maybe Christmas or something. But only if you are up for it.â
âYeah, sounds fine,â you nod and give him a little guide to what sizes you usually wear, letting him decide which information he needs for the shirt he wants to buy.
âHave you thought about what you are buying for Val for Christmas?â he asks once you put the topic of your size aside.
âHarry, itâs the middle of October. I donât even think about Christmas presents until the 15th of December,â you let out a tired sigh.
No matter how bad you want to start shopping in time every year, you have failed every time so far, no exception.
âThis proves that Iâm the better godparent,â he huffs on the other end of the line.
âItâs not a competition, Harry,â you roll your eyes.
âBut if it was, I would be winning. Anyway, I might go a little overboard with the present, so if I end up ordering something big, are you interested in teaming up? I donât like to give the biggest present on my own, makes it feel like Iâm bragging.â
âBut you kind of are bragging.â
âThatâs besides the point. So, do you want to share or not?â
âI guess we could,â you shrug your shoulders leaning back in your seat. Your legs feel numb as you finally straighten them under the desk, you havenât even realized how long youâve been sitting there, eyes glued to the screen.
âPerfect. Is that all?â you ask, not because you are impatient to leave the conversation, itâs been kind of pleasant, you just have a lot to do.
âSo youâre really going on that blind date on Friday?â
You furrow your eyebrows at the sudden change in the topic and how boldly he just asked you about your private life. This was the last thing you expected from him.
âWhy does that have anything to do with you?â
âWas just asking,â he says and you can see him shrugging his shoulders. âItâs an odd thing.â
âFor you. Iâm fine with it.â
âAre you though?â
âWhy does that matter to you?â
âIt doesnât,â he simply answers. âAt least there will be something to make a joke out of next time we meet,â he snorts and you roll your eyes at his comment. Now that sounded more like Harry.
âUnless you wonât have any information about it.â
âYou seem to forget Steven gossips like a little girl and I can also have my ways with Rosa too. Iâll have the details before you even get home after the date.â
âYou are so full of yourself, Styles,â you sigh, shaking your head.
âYeah, and it seems like you were also full of me one time.â
âGo to Hell,â you spat, mocking his British accent that just makes him laugh. âIf you are done making a joke out of me Iâd like to get back to work.â
âWhatever, Love. We both know you just want to get away from this conversation so I donât roast you even more.â
âBye, Harry!â you sing before ending the line without even waiting for an answer. Harry Styles once again proved how talented he is in getting on your nerves.
 ***
 Marcus turns out to be a great company and you are finally sending your kudos to your sister for setting you up with a hot guy who is also smart enough to keep up the conversation and not bore you out of your pants.
He took you to a fancy restaurant thatâs in the building of a hotel, a place you normally never go to, because itâs pretty much out of your budget, but Marcus was persistent on going there and paying for dinner. After the starter awkwardness you soon cool down and maybe that wine he ordered has helped you relax too. Marcus tells you about himself and then you do the same, just covering the usual fields of your life.
âI have to admit, when Rosa said she wants to set me up with her little sister I was hesitant at first,â he chuckles softly when your dishes finally arrive.
âYouâre not alone with that.â
âDoes she set you up often?â
You shake your head. âNo, there was just one other time, but the guy was horrible, I have no idea why Rosa thought we would be a match.â
âI hope Iâve been better than him,â Marcus chuckles.
âAbsolutely.â
You hear your phone buzzing in your purse and at first you just ignore it, but when it goes off two more times you sigh and reach for your purse.
âSorry, I forgot to mute it completely,â you excuse yourself as you grab your phone and your plan was just to mute it, but then you see that you got three texts from Harry and your curiosity doesnât let you slide over it so you quickly check them.
âWell done with your outfit.â
âGives a great view of your legs.â
âIs it also this tight on your ass?â
You run over the messages two more times, staring at your phone in complete confusion. What is he talking about? How does he know what you are wearing?
âIs everything alright?â Marcus asks and you snap your eyes back at him.
âI, uhhâYes, everything is fine, itâs just thatâŠâ
As your gaze runs over the place your anger immediately boils inside you when you spot that familiar grin at the bar. Harry is sitting right there with a scotch in his hand that he raises when you spot him. Thereâs another guy with him who you donât know, but it seems like he is more focused on you than his friend.
âFor fuckâs sakeâŠâ you breathe out clenching your jaw. âExcuse me for a second,â you tell Marcus who just curiously eyes you as you slide out of your seat and head over to the bar. As you march over to the grinning Harry you are literally fuming, ready to kill him right then and there.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â you snap at him trying to keep your voice down. You wouldnât want to make a scene for sure.
âHaving a drink, what does it seem like?â he asks innocently, but his face tells you otherwise.
âHow did you know I would be here?â
âWhy do you think I went into such depths as finding out where your blind date would be? Canât I be here by accident?â
âNothing about you is an accident except the fact that I ever found you charming enough to sleep with you,â you growl back and earn a laugh from his friend. Harry wasnât expecting such a harsh response for sure, you can tell it surprised him, but he doesnât let it push him out of his cocky act.
âWas it Rosa and Steven?â you ask, folding your arms on your chest.
âWhat if both?â he asks smugly and God! You just want to smack him across the face.
âWhy are you here, Harry?â you narrow your eyes at him.
âMaybe I just want those details first handed. Itâs funnier to witness it all.â
âYou know what? I donât think thatâs the truth. The reason why you are here is because you are afraid someone might treat me right and that I might have an experience that would just make you appear like an even bigger asshole than what you already are.â
Harry chuckles looking away from you, but you can tell you just wounded his confidence big time, so you decide to take it further.
âI made a mistake with hooking up with you, but Iâm smarter now and I donât start with little boys like you. I know my worth and what I deserve so Iâd really appreciate it if you could move on and let me be. I know itâs hard to forget about me, but youâll have to try.â
You mentally highfive yourself, because this time you actually made him shut his mouth, he has no retort as he opens his mouth but then closes it back. Flashing him one last bitter smile you turn around and walk back to your date and make sure Harry has a nice view of your ass. He can have one nice thing after getting so burned.
 Your little scene with Harry doesnât ruin your date, especially because not long after you made his jaw drop to the floor he decided itâs best if he just leaves quietly. By the time you finished eating he was nowhere to be seen.
However you keep thinking about why he even chose to come there. It was way over that healthy line of picking on someone and being an annoying stalker. Itâs one thing wanting to know the awkward details about your date, but showing up was definitely just too much.
Part of you was expecting him to call you the next day, maybe apologize, but more like to make a joke out of the whole thing but you donât hear a word from him and it makes it easier for you to forget about it pretty fast.
A week later you are having dinner over at Rosaâs, just the three of you plus baby Valerie who you keep in your arms the whole night, not able to get enough of her cuteness.
âI knew you two would hit it off,â Rosa sighs with a proud smile and Steven just rolls his eyes at his wife.
âIt was alright, yeah,â you nod with a soft chuckle. You just told them about your date with Marcus and you can tell Rosa feels like she just hit the jackpot. After that disastrous try you had last time Marcus was surely a change for the better.
Valerie looks up at you with her huge eyes as you flash a grimace at her, earning a short giggle before her attention diverts somewhere else. She is grabbing onto your finger, not letting go of it as if she is trying to hold herself in place by her grip.
âFunny thing, Harry showed up at the restaurant too.â
Rosa almost chokes on her water and Steven starts to cough very suspiciously. Glancing up at them you can tell they are both to blame Harry had any information about where Marcus was taking you.
âReally? Thatâs⊠odd,â Rosa clears her throat.
âIs it though? You donât have to pretend like you had nothing to do with it.â
âIâm sorry, but he just makes you talk so easily, he always gets what he wants,â Rosa sighs, clearly feeling guilty about it. âBut I didnât think he would actually show up. I thought he was just curious.â
âDid he cause a lot of trouble?â Steven asks, worried his friend gave you a hard time. He is not wrong, but itâs not your intention to throw dirt on Harry.
âIt was just awkward. I donât see why he came there,â you admit, shaking your head as you adjust baby Valerie in your arms so she is sitting now on your lap, looking around the table curiously.
You catch a look Rosa and Steve shares and you immediately know something is up.
âWhat? Do you know something I donât?â
âNo, we definitely donât,â Rosa shakes her head, fingers running up and down the glass in her hands. âI just⊠there could be one reason I think he went there for.â
âWhat is that?â
âYou donât want me to say it out loud, itâs silly, letâs just forget about it,â she tries to end the discussion, but thereâs no way you let it slip.
âRosa!â
âI was just thinking, that⊠considering the past you two have, he might have been⊠jealous?â
âThatâs literally the stupidest thing Iâve ever heard,â you scoff as you turn to Valerie. âDid your momma lose her mind, Princess?â
Valerie just looks at you curiously before smacking her little hands on the edge of the table, completely ignoring the conversation.
âI told you, you wouldnât like this idea, but this is what I thought about.â
âThen stop thinking about it. Thereâs absolutely no way this is what it was about. Besides, our past is irrelevant. He was literally the biggest jerk to me when he had a chance with me. Why would have he blown that just to be up in my business now all jealous?â
âI didnât say it doesnât have any plot holes, but it could be a reason,â Rosa adds while Steven just hums next to her, not really taking part in the conversation.
Soon enough Steven takes Valerie up to put her to sleep while you and Rosa stay downstairs. You have moved on from Harry, but your mind keeps wandering back to him so you find yourself bringing him up again.
âWhat do you think about Harry? Aside from everything Iâve told you.â
Youâve always been curious how other people see him, since you had a very strong opinion on the guy that was tainted by everything that happened between the two of you.
Rosa takes her time thinking of her answer and you wait for her patiently. Leaning onto the table she rests her arms on it turning to face you.
âFrom what Iâve seen from him, he is a very loyal, caring and loving person. He and Steven have been friends for so long and Steven always told me how he could count on him no matter what and he has been proving the same to me. Have I told you he was the reason I got to wear the dress I dreamed of on my wedding?â
âWhat?â you ask surprised. âI didnât know that.â
âBasically, I had that dress and a cheaper one held in the store until the day before the wedding. I knew we couldnât afford the expensive one, but I guess I was hoping until the last minute for a miracle to happen and it seems like Harry was that. Steven asked him to pick the cheaper dress up because he was caught up with work that day. He told him specifically to bring the cheaper one and leave the other there. But when he arrived with the dress in the morning when I was getting ready, he had the expensive one. He said the lady asked which one he needed and when he said the cheaper one, the lady seemed sad and told him how much I loved the other one but I even told her I couldnât afford it. Harry didnât hesitate to pay for the difference the dress had over the cheaper one. I started crying the moment I saw that he had the one I loved and I was also panicking that I wonât be able to pay back to him.â
You listen to her in awe. It surely is a side of Harry you havenât had the luck to see in the act, though you felt like you had a glimpse of it before the night of the wedding took a heated and then a quite sad turn later on. The Harry you got to know in the very beginning was the same Rosa was just talking about.
âHarry told me he wonât take my money, no matter how hard I tried to make a deal with him, he made his mind up and didnât let me change it. I knew then that everything Steven told me about him is true. And I know he can be a cocky fucker sometimes,â she chuckles making you smile as well, âbut he has a heart of gold for sure. And this is why I agreed when Steven told me he wants him to be the godfather. I want Val to learn from him, to look up to him, because I really think he can have an amazing impact on her.
âListen,â she sighs leaning back in her seat and you watch her curiously. âI know that the two of you hate each other with passion, but⊠you canât do it forever.â
You let out a long sigh looking down at your lap. Itâs one of those sisterly talks when sheâll share her wisdom with you and youâll just know sheâs right. Rosa is always right. Well, mostly.
âI wasnât there, I donât know how he acted or what he told you exactly, but he is family now and one of you will have to take the first step. Youâre wasting energy on the constant fighting, but I really believe you could work together as a team. I know itâs not just on you, Iâll try to have a talk with him as well. No matter what I think about why he showed up at your date, it was still an ass move. Iâm just asking you to⊠be patient with him and maybe only say out loud half the insults you address to him in your head. That would be a nice start,â she chuckles and reaching over her hand squeezes yours as you nod quietly.
It almost hurts you how right she is. It doesnât matter how pissed you are at Harry for everything he did and said in the past, you canât keep on playing his ridiculous game forever. It consumes too much energy and time when you could just be neutral and coexist with each other happily in Valerieâs life. She doesnât deserve to grow up seeing her godparents hate each other with a passion, thatâs just not right. This time you gotta suck it up and move on from what happened, but everyone knows it can only happen if he cooperates as well. You can only hope heâll take Rosaâs advice and show a nicer side of his face to you.
***
The room was exactly like battlefield, makeup and hair products laid on every possible surface as all the bridesmaids were getting ready, two hairstylists working on the girls while a third one was perfecting Rosaâs loose curls. Grabbing your dress you looked around for a possible corner where you could change since you were finished with hair and makeup, but you saw no free spot, so you had to be creative.
âIâll go get changed in one of the other rooms,â you told Rosa before you walked out, down the hallway looking for an open and empty room you could use as a changing room for just two minutes.
Luckily you found one just two doors down the room Rosa and the girls were getting ready and taking a look around you made sure no one saw you sneak in there. It seemed once it was used as a smaller conference room, but now it was filled with boxes and extra chairs, looking more like a storage room. It was just fine for a quick change.
You quickly got rid of your plain shirt and jeans along with your bra since the dress had one sewed into it. You stood there, already in your dress as you were trying to get the zipper up, but it seemed like it got stuck.
âGreat,â you grumbled, still jumping around hoping to find an angle where it slides right up, but it was stubbornly staying in the same spot. You were just about to gather your stuff and go back to the brideâs room and have someone zip you up when the door flew open and a tall, curly haired guy appeared with a suit on a hanger on his arm and a pair of shiny shoes in his other hand.
You jumped at the strangerâs arrival and he seemed just as surprised to see someone here as you were.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât expect anyone to be here.â
His British accent was thick through his words and it immediately made you think that he must be Harry, Stevenâs best friend. Youâve heard about him before but never actually got the chance to meet him. Now standing in front of him with your back almost fully exposed you canât help but feel a little shy. He surely has an intimidatingly handsome face and physique that shows even though his loose hoodie.
âI just snuck in here to get changed, I was just about to leave,â you explained yourself, holding your previous clothes to your chest along with the front of the dress so it didnât fall.
âYour dress is⊠unzipped,â he pointed it out with a soft chuckle and you looked over your shoulder as if you had to check it for yourself, but you knew it well it was in fact unzipped.
âOh, yeah. The zipper got stuck, Iâll just⊠have one of the girls help me.â
âCome here, let me help you,â he offered and you hesitantly, but turned around to show him your back.
His hold fingers made you jump a little when he reached for the zipper.
âSorry,â he chuckled and you just shook your head letting him know it was alright.
It took him a few tries to get the zipper going, but it finally gave in and slid all the way up. Once it reached the top Harry ran his fingers over it gently as if he sealed it, the touch of his fingertips sent a shiver down your spine.
âThank you,â you mumbled, turning around. âIâm⊠Y/N by the way,â you told him, holding out a hand that he took and shook with a charming smile on his soft looking, pink lips.
âHarry. Youâre Rosaâs sister, right?â
âYeah, and youâre Stevenâs best friend.â
âI am,â he chuckled. âYou look a lot like Rosa, if I might say.â
âWe get it a lot. Itâs the eyes, I think,â you told him. You and Rosa more or less have the same eyes and maybe share a similar jawline too that makes it pretty obvious that you two are sisters.
âTwo sets of pretty eyes,â he smiled and your eyebrows rose at the compliment, feeling the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks.
âI⊠better get going, so you can change too,â you told him turning away and rushing to the door before he could realize how nervous he just made you.
âSee you around, Pretty Eyes!â he called out after you.
 He called you Pretty Eyes quite often that evening. Whenever you met at the bar, when he sat next to you through dinner, when the two of you talked outside, a little farther away from the people having a smoke. But the last time he called you that was when the two of you were heading to his room, he was all over you, kissing you anywhere he could, hands gripping your waist greedily as you were trying to open the door with the card he handed you in the elevator. That was the last time he called you that. You havenât heard this nickname from him since then.
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everything i love about hunchback of notre dame
*the g-slur will be replaced with roma, romani, or something else and will have brackets ([ ]) surrounding it to indicate a word change*
Olim -Â i love the build up at the end into bells of notre dameÂ
bells of notre dame - âand some say the soul of the cityâs the toll of the bells, the bells of notre dameâ the fact that itâs esmeralda singing it. weâre already off to a great start. jehanâs voice is so nice itâs beautiful the foreboding saints after jehan dies and right into the âahhhhsâ âand the saints regarded frollo from their stone facade and he felt their gaze as if it were the eyes of Godâ - the difference between the stone saints for frollo and quasi is so interesting. One sees them as terrifying, boring into his soul because of his darkness within, while the other sees them as his friends and aid on his journey. the way frollo says quasimodo ânow here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of notre dameâ âwhat makes a monster and what makes a man?â - song by Quasi. It just makes me tingle, I love it. the way this song sets up so many motifs is just so good
Out There - the beginning is manipulation 101 (it is I alone, your only friend, how can i protect you, etc) michael arden is an icon i swear. he is phenomenal. his e m o t i o n âbut part of theeeeeem and Ooooooout thereâ âout there among the millers and the weavers and their wivesâ âheedless of the gift it is to be them. if I were in their skin Iâd treasure every instantâ âi swear iâll be content with my share. wonât resent wonât despair old and bent I wonât care. Iâll have spent oooone daaay out theeeeeeeeeereâ Amazing, showstopping, what a way to open a show and introduce a character, I cry almost every single time
Topsy Turvy pt. 1 - âsomehow i can wander through this helter skelter without fear now. no one sees iâm here now out here in the woooorld!â ugh i love him âon the sixth of januervyâ too catchy
Rest and Recreation - I used to hate this song but now iâve matured and learned that it is amazing I just love the tune, idk, itâs so fun and catchy until you get to the bridge and thatâs what i love ârest and recreaaaaaa- four years at the front...â thatâs on ptsd âthe air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench. whoever pays the most i call my liege.â just the bitterness when he says that line. Amazing. âand whatever i do iâll make sure this is true i will never go back again.â i literally adore this part so much. it gives him so much motivation. and then we go right back into him being flirty because heâs covering up his ptsd with fun âBut for a few night fun is my missionâ oh me oh my thatâs very attractive he sounds so awkward talking to frollo im going to cry âthere is no time for rest and recreation,â poor guy
Rhythm of the Tambourine - âflash of an ankle flip of a skirt...come see me dance, hey what can it hurt?â I just love how she sings this part its so well done the dance break music is amazing. itâs just so nice and a great vibe. âthis girl who is sheâ the layers!!!! all three of them doing it in rounds!!! I love it!!! âshe dances like the devil//she dances like an angel//an angelâ AHHHHH beautiful, great way to show the differences in characters âbut with such fire// such fireâ I am in love with this line oh my gosh. like frollo is thinking about hellfire and pheobus is just like heart eyes i am also in love with esmeralda thank you
Topsy Turvy pt. 2 - âarenât you going to join in on the competition?â sheâs so cute and pretty and i love her âwe asked for the ugliest face in paris and we found him, aye?â love âeeev...ry..bod...yâ âHail to the king....oh what a king...girls give a kiss...weâve never had a king like this!â just so much fun to singÂ
Into Notre Dame - âhow could you do this to me?â more manipulation âlike a begger recieving an alm.â i love a good simile âthe light of notre dameâ I love the way she sings this, itâs just so goodÂ
God Help the Outcasts - âwere you once an outcast too?â i love this because the answer is yes. Jesus was treated as other because of His teachings. He was most definitely an outcast, literally cast out of so many different towns. And He does listen to her prayer and it just makes me so emotional. i literally...there is nothing wrong with this song. everything about it is beautiful. âGod help the outcasts or nobody willâ chills every single time âI ask for love I can possess. I ask for God and hos angels to bless meâ right into âI ask for nothing, I can get byâ I LOVE IT SO MUCH itâs so beautiful. the chorus of this show deserves a raise âbut I know so many less lucky than Iâ really helps to show Esmeraldaâs character a lot I think.Â
Top of the World - such a beautiful song like I could write the entirety of this song here because I love it so much I love the saints part so much the part when the saints are singing and esmeralda are singing is just beautiful especially the part âhere at the top of the world(E)//look at you sitting at the top of the world(S)â âthe two of us sitting/the two of us sitting/the two of you sittingâ right into âOn top of the world!â one of my favorite parts of the entire show oh my goodness. The way Quasi, Esmeralda, and the Saints all blend together so well is just askjhfklafkj
Tavern Song - I canât not dance to this song oh my itâs so so so fun. just like the melody especially during âin the dark of the night, in the dead of the winter...come keep me warm until morningâ I LOVE It gives me very much Jack and Rose vibes from that part in Titanic âwith the taste of the wine, hold me close while weâre dancing, but I hear you sighing, winter is dying, youâll keep me warm until morningâ HER VOICE IS SO GOOD the cross between the tavern folk singing and frollo singing in the Hellfire tune is just so good. just so good. iâm going to cry this show is beautiful. the fading âcome keep me warm until morningâs is UGH so good
Heavenâs Light - When I tell you how much I adore this song.... his voice is just so soothing. the little flute thing in the background is just so sweet the way he sounds so happy the first time he says âHeavenâs lightâ i love him so much âbutâ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i cannot âI swear it must be heavenâs liiiiiiiiiiiiiiightâ one of my favorite notes in the entire show i swear itâs so beautiful also the bells of notre dame going right into Hellfire....ICONIC
Hellfire - One of my favorite villain songs ever. Especially in this version, you can really hear his inner turmoil over Esmeralda. and i just love it. from the get go, frollo is trying to put him above everyone (âyou know i am a righteous manâ, âso much purer than...â) and yet he is still struggling with lust like everyone else...heâs still a sinner âi feel her, i see her, the sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me out of all controlâ SO GOOD âLike fire, hellfireâ go look back at what he says in rhythm of the tambourine because itâs the same thing and i just âis turning me to sinâ blaming esmeralda for his own sinful thoughts. it is not her that is turning him to sin. he is sinning of his own accord. but also the desperate way he says sin is always so interesting âitâs not my fault, iâm not to blame, it is the [roma] girl, the witch who set this flame! Itâs not my fault, if in Godâs plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man!â I really really love this series of lines so much. I canât really explain it, but especially that last part. it just breathes a supposed âholy manâ who canât accept that his sins are his own and caused by himself so heâll blame every single other thing other than himself. iâve known too many people like this. âprotect me maria, donât let this siren cast her spell, donât let the fire sear my flesh and boneâ just so good. I love the voices in the background. âdestroy esmeralda and let her face the fire of hell, or else let her be mine and mine aloneâ he would rather condemn an innocent woman than confront his own sin. again, so many people are like this today. itâs just so thrilling to see that mindset condemned in media. also, patrick page is amazing âhellfire, dark fireâ the tone switch from him being scared of the hellfire the first time he said it to now heâs using it as power (how many of us have had hell weaponized against us? raise of hands?) is just so frightening and amazing all at the same time âGod have mercy on her, God have mercy on meâ I cannot tell you how much I love this line. it is phenomenal, especially the way Page sings it. I think that it is one of the central lines to his character (along with the âwicked shall not go unpunishedâ which iâll probably talk about later) just the emotion he has in his voice when he says this line....chefâs kiss. especially with the next line (âbut she will be mine or she will burnâ), it seems like he knows what heâs doing is wrong (hence why he needs mercy), but heâs going to do it anyway
Esmeralda - easily one of my favorite songs in this entire show. what an amazing end of act song oh my the trumpets!! at the beginning!!! I love it!! âbeing under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft, and the arts of hellâ that is not actually why heâs arresting her which doubly means he knows that what heâs doing is wrong the tune of this song is SO GOOD I LOVE IT âthese are the flames of Esmeralda...â this dude is obsessed with fire feels very much like the mob song from beauty and the beast âwith the might of Notre Dameâ using God in such a vulgar manner is blasphemous and frollo knows it. heâs using Godâs might and strength to hunt down an innocent woman because he canât control his own desires. Iâm losing my mind âbut the madam, that whore, denied it and swore by the saints, the saints of notre dameâ i have no idea why but I adore this line and i love the way that it was song. I used to think that the madam was actually just esmeralda in disguise which made the next part of the song seem all the funnier the little lute strumming after frollo says âvery well, weâll set fire to itâ because pheobus is having a change or heart âand he held the torch that crackled like the [womanâs] voice....and he knew this was the moment he must make a choiceâ this is why i like the play phoebus and not really the movie phoebus very much. i just love it the chorus singing God help the outcasts in the background...amazing...chills âyouâd throw away a promising careerâ Frolloâs desperate attempt to get him to comply âGod help the outcasts, or nobody will!â I LOVE THIS PART WITH MY WHOLE SOUL IT IS SO GOOD sometimes iâll listen to this song on repeat just to hear him say this âyouâre relieved of your patrolâ âconsider it my highest honor.â Iconic. just...so good. gives me very much âthank you for your considerationâ vibes the way frollo says kyrie eleison here is just so good frolloâs little speech is very cool with the chorus in the background I love Quasiâs little frantic verse there. you can hear his desperation in âfire, fire, smoke and flameâ and then âis that all that I can do?â he wants to help his friend but he canât and I know how horrible that feels phoebus part!!!!! I love it!!!! his voice is so nice!!! âwith my career and body left for deadâ nice, good, amazing. âout there...â AHHHHHHH YES MOTIFS âsomewhere she is lost//somewhere she is lost//Esmeralda!â love this bit so much âthe flames grow tall and sharp as fluer de lisâ what a good metaphor, so good, so nice, I love the chorus theyâre all amazing âall paris burns for esmeraldaâ now weâve got burning again. are we talking about how paris is literally on fire because frollo is insane or is it the mob mentaility that is âburningâ inside of them? good question. âand still it all comes down to her and meâ says three people. I love the melodies here. chills. so many of them. I love. âthe devil dwells in esmeralda//oh esmeralda//oh esmerlada//oh esmeraldaâ AHHHH again AHHHHHHH i love this bit (yes I know I say that a lot but its the truth) âwake up the city and sound the alarm!â good yes theyâre all singing different bits and itâs growing and your heart is pounding until.... âthese are the flames of esmeraldaâ and then it all falls apart again oh my gosh itâs beautiful until âthe bells of notre dam!â and the âah, ah, ahâs that I adore so much I love this song so muchÂ
Entrâacte I canât imagine how fun this would be to sing. itâs just a vibe Flight Into Egypt - I used to skip this song but I have since learned the error of my ways because i love it âthen Quasimodo you can tooâ love that, just like he says it âand she gave it to you because she knows youâre smartâ the fact that these are just part of his imagination so itâs really him telling himself heâs smart and iâm going to cry I love him so much âand this jewel must show where weâre supposed to meetâ love his voice so much âitâs a map. itâs a map!â heâs so excited. he deserves the entire world. âIâll save esmeralda, her angel will be me,â brb crying âfor her I will be strongâ still crying I love the entire end bit how their voices meld and the music swells all up until Quasi sings the last bit. itâs just so amazing
The Court of Miracles - Iâve always loved this song. itâs so fun, but also sad. âbrother youâre thereâ YES âbut the dead donât talk so you wonât be reveal what you found!â dead man tell no tales vibes âNot terribly different from bees in a hiveâ I love how erik says this line. claupin would be so fun to play oh my. âwhere itâs a miracle...if you get out aliveâ âany last words....i thought not *laughter*â obsessed with this âbut we must protect at all cost our secret, itâs our lives or yours!â and thatâs the sad reality. thatâs what makes this song sad to me. âSo youâre going to hang!â a lighter note as an end. very nice.Â
In a Place of Miracles -Â a few notes in and iâm already crying this song is so beautiful and i adore it. it makes me sad in a million ways but it also makes me so happy. the play did such a great job of making me love pheobus and esmeralda but also feel so, so bad for Quasi âbut somehow you have made me someone newâ yup iâm definitely crying ânow iâm asking if youâll let me come with youâ you canât see me but the tears are real âthough our lives are tattered and torn, all iâm feeling now is reborn. i must be...â AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Pheobus and esmeraldaâs voices just meld together so well im gonna cry itâs so nice and as soon as the first chorus is over, the tears of happiness turn into tears of anguish because Quasi pulls up with his heavenâs light reprise and it tears my heart to shreds my heart breaks for him esmeralda and quasi singing at the same time gives me very much eponine and marius vibes from a heart full of love (we love victor hugo so much /sar) like the parallels in what the both of them are saying is just phenomenal âno more need for a heart of stone//better to have a heart of stone!â AHHHH STOP I LOVE IT AND IT HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME âthat holds no hope in heavenâs lightâ stop iâm so sad and then the chorus come in and itâs just so beautiful âwill we reach a friendlier shore, will we find a haven once more, where weâll be in a place of miracles...â itâs so gorgeous âwhereâs my place of miracles//in a place of miraclesâ that sound? yeah thatâs me sobbing in the corner and it builds again and i love it so much itâs just so beautifulÂ
Justice in Paris -Â this is the least played song on spotify (by like hundreds of thousands) and I think thatâs so funny but i think the chorus does such a great job here, as usual, because they just have that menacing sound to them
Someday - another of my favorite songs. this one is hauntingly beautiful and I have so many opinions. get ready. esmeralda is just so sad and you can hear it in every single word she says. god my heart is already breaking. âthat iâd live to see a day of justice dawnâ i havenât actually seen the stage version so iâm not sure if they have the part where she cries out âjustice!â when quasi is getting attacked, but this part just hurts me to the soul because of that specifically. she cried out for justice and now she gets none. âand though I will die long before that morning comes, iâll die while believing still it will come when I am goneâ this line just hits so, so hard. i canât even talk about it. just imagining her singing this and pheobus listening to her with tears in his eyes...nope i cannot...i will cease to exist and then he joins in and i can just imagine her feeling no longer alone because sheâs hoping that it comes âsomedayâ and heâs echoing it, assuring her that it will. I can just picture her trying to stay strong as she says âGodspeed this bright millennium on its wayâ but she canât and so her words fall out as sheâs saying âlet it comeâ and she canât finish but pheobus finishes it for her. âsomedayâ and I can just see her breaking down. sheâs going to die and she never gets to see it, but he assures her that itâs coming. and he starts it up again. he starts singing again, and I think that it gives her the strength she then needs to finish. âsomeday, these dreams will all be real. Til then weâll wish upon the moon!â of all the lines in the entire play, this is my absolute favorite. the way the sing it, the power they hold, their voices blending together so smoothly and perfectly. i cannot handle how amazing it is. âone day...some day...soonâ and just like that, i am sobbing. beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful.Â
While the City Slumbered - i love this little song. itâs so pretty and fast and it just gives us exactly what we need to know. love.Â
Made of Stone - Now to the last of my favorite songs. (Finale doesnât count because although I love it, it hate it). You wanna know which song has the top score of making me cry the most? Thatâs right. This one right here. Letâs get into it. the talking at the beginning is a yes from me. âI only make things worse!â felt that also, the sound of him sobbing ruins me. âhow do you know what I believe, what do you know of me? what do you know of all the things I feel? youâre only made of stoneâ finally him acknowledging that theyâre not actually real and all apart of his imagination. âwho is it that you see, instead of seeing what I am for real?â imposter syndrome? I understand that. âthis twisted flesh and boneâ the EMOTION âyouâre a liarâ bro i cannot physically handle this. i canât. I will cry. I am cry âwould that I were made of stone like you,â back to that place of miracles song. i just heâs just so desperate. the only thing he could ever trust has fallen. He has nothing left. he canât even trust himself (because thatâs really all the stone saints by) âshut my brain down, if I were senseless, Iâd prefer itâ i totally understand the feeling of this. so often when thing go wrong in my life, i would like to shut down completely and stop existing and I think thatâs what makes this song hit so damn hard âanother gargoyle on this turret, spitting rain down to the stones below!â there is so much passion in his voice I love it so much. michael arden deserves the entire world for this performance âiâve waste my faith believing in saints of plaster,â OUCH âthe only one worth believing in was my master,â OUCH AGAIN âheâs the one who never lied. he told me it was cruel outside. he told me that i had to hide. his words were cold as stone, but they were true.â i canât describe how emotional these lines make me. because heâs right but also it is such a painful, hard truth. ugh, i ânot like youâ âtake all the dreams youâve stone, take all your lies and leave me aloneâ âalright Quasimodo, weâll leave you alone,â that one hurt because as someone who pushes people away when theyâre self destructing, the most painful part is seeing them actually leave you. even though you asked them too. âyouâre right Quasimodo, weâre only made of stone, we just thought that you were made of something stronger.â now thatâs a mic drop That would cut so, so deep. ânever again to wonder whatâs out thereâ m o t i f s âlet it remain unknown. and my one human eye forever more be dry until the day i die, as if I were made of stoneâ such a beautiful, heartbreaking, real song that I think so many people can relate to. I know I can. I have cried to this song so many times. I love it. also, he holds that note for so long iâm impressed.
Finale - this song is long so get ready for it. the crimes that Esmeralda is guilty for are not the ones that she was originally hunted for. he switched up his story. âthe sentence is death!â immediate kyrie eleison (which i think is for frollo and not esmeralda) she spits in his face like a freaking queen âesmeralda!â Quasiâs cry is just so heart shattering and emotional I am so sad âhe could remain stone no longerâ I love that âsanctuary! sanctuary!â with the victorious sounds in the background are just so amazing âhear me, people of Paris, how much oppression will you allow?â with the chorus singing Someday in latin in the background?? I am not crying again âsomeday, your patience will finally break. why not make someday come right now?â that part is just chefâs kiss. I love it so much. also, thatâs the last we hear of pheobus. Iâve always wondered if he died so someone whose been in/seen the play, could you tell me? quasiâs prayer to the saints is just so good. i just love it so much. so beautiful. and it being similar in tune to Heart of Stone and having the part âraining fire on the stone below!â is just so good and then the moment between quasi and esmeralda is just... âyou are home.â âhome.â and then we go to the top of the world reprise. haha. haha. ha. âin my eyes you are beautiful too,â comparing him to the beautiful morning âi donât think...forever...â âyouâre such a good friend quasimodoâ âyes your friendâ and then she freaking dies and iâm so sad and then the music changes so quickly and it makes my heart drop every time âbecause of youâ cut deep âat last weâre free of esmeralda. now that sheâs gone, a poison dies with her.â to the tune of esmeralda. bitch i would have thrown frollo off that roof too âhere in our sanctuary...sanctuaryâ âsanctuary? no sanctuary without herâ âeven...loved her.â âlove? what do you know of love?â I adore this part because Quasimodo finally realizes that Frolloâs treatment of him wasnât love. It never was. âno. you are the weak one. you the wicked one. And the wicked shall not go unpunished!â I cannot explain the fire that this lights in my bones. itâs amazing. just so good. and then all the voices, like the saints, come in âthe wicked shall not go unpunished. the heart of the wicked is of little worth. the wicked shall not go unpunishedâ and theyâre no longer on frolloâs side (they never were) the rising voices as quasi picks up frollo and is going to kill him *chefâs kiss* âYou donât want to hurt meâ âyes you doâ so, so, so, so, so good. i canât even explain. itâs just good. in to the abyss below! damnation! âthe world is cruel, the world is uglyâ yes âbut there are times and there are people when the world is notâ iâm not 100% positive, but iâm pretty sure thatâs jehan again and thatâs just so beautiful. âand at itâs cruelest itâs still the only world weâve gotâ the bitter truth âout thereâ yup yup yup crying you canât stop me The bit with the chorus singnig someday in latin and english...i literally cant handle it. it is so freaking beautiful. and the violin? the woman singing is an icon. the voices blend together so beautifully. I am overcome with emotion. i- Quasi singing the last âsomedayâ and then the blending into the beginning song and ugh âbut here is a riddle to guess if you can, what makes a monster and what makes a man?â with the entire ensemble? yeah, that one feels good. and being left off with the âahâs
yeah, brb, iâm going to go listen to it again.
#hunchback of notre dame#disney#alan menken#hunchback of notre dame musical#disney musical#musicals#theatre kid#everything i love about#quasimodo#esmeralda#phoebus#frollo#judge clause frollo
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Let's Play a game - CH.3
Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!
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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasnât committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.
I was going to be the bestâ girlfriendâ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.
I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.
âHi.â I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. âIâm here to see Jude Hastings.â
âName.â She drawled out.
âDarcy Edwards.â I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.
âWhat is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?â
âIâm his girlfriend,â I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. âAnd I brought him dinner.â I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes Iâd baked - Oh yeah, Iâd also baked dessert - âCupcake?â I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like theyâd offended her entire family. âThere is chocolate and vanilla.â She didnât speak, just kept looking at me.
âHastings⊠Thereâs a woman here to see you.â She looked me up and down. âClaims sheâs your girlfriend.â
âDarcy.â I prompted right as she put the phone down.
âHeâll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.â She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.
I guess thatâs a no to the cupcake, then.
I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.
A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.
Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.
âDarcy?â I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people Iâd gone to high school with who didnât seem to want to leave this damn town. âI didnât actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.â He began to laugh.
âWhat do you mean?â I picked the basket up and walked towards him. âIs Jude coming?â I held the basket up slightly. âI made him dinner.â
âIs it poisoned?â
âWhat?â I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. âWhy would it be poisoned.â
âBecause the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.â Oh yeah.
âThat was high school, Jason.â I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. âBesides, I wouldnât want to poison my boyfriend; heâs too cute for that.â
âIt was only two years ago,â
âWas it?â I tapped the side of my head gently. âBad memory.â
âSo you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.â
âSure did.â I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. âHi Bunny.â I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.
âBunny?â Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. âWow.â
âWhat you got in there?â Hastings pointed to the basket.
âI made your favourite.â I lifted the basket some more. âEgg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.â
âEgg sandwiches are your favourite food?â Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.
âPicnic food it is.â Hastings amended.
âDid you want to join us for dinner?â I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. âI made plenty for everyone.â Jason looked between Hastings and me. âYou donât mind, do you, Bunny?â I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.
âOf course not,â Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.
âI am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.â Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.
âHow has your day been?â I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. âCatch any bad guys today?â
âNot yet.â Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. âHow has your day been, babe?â
âBabe?â I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. âYou never call me babe.â
âWhat does he call you then?â Jason asked mid-bite.
âHe usually calls me wifey.â
âYou what?â Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
âWhat can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.â He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. âBut, baby. If youâre happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then Iâm happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didnât want people to know.â
A challenge.
âOf course Bunny.â I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. âYou know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.â I tapped his chest. âIf you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then Iâm okay with it if you tell them.â Do it, Darcy. Win this one. âItâd make me happy, actually.â I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.
âSato.â A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. âCall for you at your desk, line three.â Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.
âRight, coming.â He called back to the voice. âIâll be right back.â
âOkay.â I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.
âIs this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,â Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.
âYou mean like yours from this morning?â
âI didnât think we were playing dirty, Edwards.â
âWe werenât, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.â
âYou needed your wallet,â
âThen you shouldnât have lifted it from my purse.â I turned to look at him. âYou started this. Iâm finishing it.â
âOh no, this is just the beginning⊠Wifey.â A twisted smirk covered his lips. âYou know that comment I made about no more pranks.â
âOf course,â I remembered everything he said that morning.
âI take that part back.â He nodded towards my outfit. âAfter this little prank, I think everything is fair game.â
âPrank?â I shook my head. âThis is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.â I poked his cheek as I spoke.
âYou know I hate eggs.â
âNo, I knew eggs give you insane gas,â
âTamato, tomato.â
âWhoopsies.â
âIâm not eating them.â He looked at the sandwich.
âWhatâd I miss.â Jason sauntered back in.
âNothing.â I turned back to him. âJude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.â I spun around to face Hastings. âIsnât that right, Bunny.â
âDarcyâŠâ
âIt took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.â
âItâs lovely of you, Darcy.â
âThank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.â
âTry one, man. Theyâre good.â Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.
âTake a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.â I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastingsâs gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.
âOf course.â He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than Iâd expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. âWow,â He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. âNice.â
âTry a cupcake now.â I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.
âOkay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.â Jason broke us from our moment.
âThat was my icing.â I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldnât see.
âDelicious.â He laughed. âYou should try one.â He looked over at Jason.
âGive me your finger, Darcy.â He winked at me.
âSorry mate, But youâll need to find your own girl.â His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.
âI should get going.â I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. âIâve got class tomorrow.â
âI finish in an hour. Why donât you go to my place.â
âI donât have clothes, Bunny.â I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.
âWell, go home, and Iâll swing by and get you on the way home.â
âHe wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.â Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.
âIs that true?â
âOf course it is.â His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. âRomance is my middle name.â
âNow Iâm sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.â
âOft.â Julian hissed. âThatâs a sexy name right there.â
âIsnât it just,â I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastingsâs face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.
Payback is a bitch.
âI better go.â I picked up my purse and walked to the door. âCan you bring those back to me whenever?â
âIâll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.â Jude stood and walked behind me. âIâll be back.â He called over his shoulder. âLetâs go.â He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. âDidnât mind it the other night.â He winked.
âYou bloody bastard.â I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. âIâll kill you.â I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. âWhen you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.â I began to rattle. âAnd maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.â I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. âLike we did last week, you seemed to like it. Iâll even use the pink face cream.â
âJesus.â Hastings hissed, shaking his head. âIâll walk you to your car.â
âYou donât have to.â I passed him pushing open the same door Iâd entered only minutes ago.
âIâm walking you to your car,â He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. âCâmon.â His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. âYou are -â
âIncredible?â
âNo.â
âAmazing⊠Phenomenal⊠Astounding⊠bewildering⊠bewitchingâŠâ
âInsane⊠mad⊠cretinous.â
âOh a big boy word.â Weâd reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasnât letting go of my hand. âCan I have my hand back now?â
âI donât know.â He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. âI rather like the way it feels in mine.â His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.
âI think we need to clear some things up.â I tried to pull my hand back from him. âThis whole facade thing doesnât have to happen all the time⊠only when weâre around people.â
âNo, sweetheart.â He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. âIâm going to make you fall madly in love with me.â
âWhose says Iâm gonna let you?â
âWhose says your gonna stop me?â His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car âDarcy,â When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. âWhose going to stop me?â Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. âI donât think youâre going to stop me, Darcy.â
He was right. I wasnât going to stop him.
Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.
âBaby.â I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. âDarcy, we need to stop.â I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. âBelieve me, I donât want to stop this either, but if we donât - Weâre going to end up naked on the street, and I donât think thatâs appropriate for an officer of the law.â
Dammit, he was right.
âYour right.â I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. âI should save shows like that for when people are around.â He let out a chuckle.
âWhat games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.â His fingertips tapped my temple gently.
âWouldnât you like to know.â I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my driversâ door.
âWell, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?â
âLetâs just say, itâs not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean theyâre cupcakes câmon - but itâs turning out better than I thought.â I stopped as I was about to step into the car. âYouâre going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then Iâm going to break your heart into a million little bits.â Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him youâre not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.
âIâm sure you will, Darcy.â He stepped back away from the door. âBut I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.â
âDonât count on it.â I slipped into the car.
âIâll see you soon.â He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.
âYou wonât see me if I donât answer the door.â
âYou will.â He winked before turning and walking back down the path weâd walked together moments ago.
As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.
Jude Hastings.
Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.
He was good, but I was going to be better.
#george mackay#George Mackay Imagine#Dylan O'brien#dylan o'brian imagine#Dylan O'brien GIF#calahan skogman#Calahan Skogman imagine#Harry Styles#harry styles imagine#Ben Hardy#ben hardy imagine
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