#never actually voices these thoughts out of course. just stares at you blankly the whole time and you're just 😭? what did i do this time???

[suusoh]

love post-rurenheim blaming his attraction and sexual awakening on you. like you just HAD to cross paths with him in this life huh? you just HAD to be friends with him and be his only sole friend and therefore his only possible romantic interest. you just HAD to awaken his hormones and solidify his interest/obession with you.

[jo-com]

₊˚.🎧 ✩｡☕ ➛ So this is love?

Max Verstappen x Fem!Sainz reader

Summary: The man who always put racing above anything else; not even caring or investing about others because he thinks it’s a waste of time—What did you do to him to make him change his mind?

Genre: Cold!Max x Persistent!reader

Note: Grammatical errors and this is not proofread!! Enjoy thoo

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Max stared blankly at his mates as he tuned out the noises that they spoke. His eyes narrowed and brows knitted in a frown— obviously not invested in their conversation.

“Yeah, she’ll be coming here, so be nice guys” Carlos spoke,his tone laced with a warning, glaring back at other drivers who he thinks will scare you off.

And of course he was staring directly at max.

Max cocked a brow,“What?”,he was clearly not listening to them, so why the hell are they looking at him?

The other driver rolled his eyes, “i said don’t be batshit crazy and be nice to my sister”.

“Crazy?” Max scoffed, “i don't even give a damn about her, so why do i have to be nice?.”

The room then fell quiet at his words; no one even muttered a single sound as the heavy atmosphere intoxicated them—awkwardness spreading across the drivers as they stare back and forth at each other.

For a whole five minutes, none of them had the courage to speak up and end the insufferable silence.

Not until Charles let out a scrappy cough, making the others sigh in relief from his boldness.

“Carlos didn’t mean it like that, he meant that you should just be a little nice, his sister's pretty sensitive, you see” Charles exclaimed, his voice shaking from the previous tension.

Max tutted in response, mumbling a low ‘whatever’ before standing up and leaving the Ferrari garage.

…

It was finally the day of your arrival, everybody were excited to meet the you… well almost everybody.

Max just slumped in the corner, his body leaning against the wall with his usual scowling face— avoiding others that tries to converse with him.

He was minding his own business and letting his mind wander off.

What’s so special about her that people kept fussing over her.

His train of thought quickly got interrupted as people swarmed the front door, their voices echoing and colliding with one another making a god awful sound.

He rolled his eyes with judgement as he stared abruptly at the doorframe— not even bothering to check or give the slightest interest on you.

But as you walked closer to his eye range, his breath seemed to hitch and his jaw slowly hung opened.

He doesn’t know how or why, but as soon as his eyes met yours it felt like his world suddenly turned in slowmo and all the others that surrounded you, now disappeared��� it was like there were only the two of you.

Max never felt something like this before, it’s a weird and uncomfortable feeling. How the hell do you make it stop?

His once cold and composed look now turned into a love sick fool expression.

“Hey man you okay?” Logan asked, his tone dripped with pure concern over his fellow driver.

Max suddenly jumped from Logan’s presence. He never even saw that he came and leaned besides him. It was so unusual for him to be that unattentive.

Max lets out an awkward cough, “yeah, i am good, just looking like everyone else.”

“Looking? Dude you look like you want to get down on your knees for her” the other joked, easing up to max.

But to him it wasn’t a joke, he was conflicted on why he looked like that and was it obvious to everyone?. What the actual fuck is happening to him.

He then raised his hand and gently lay it to his forehead to check whether or not he has a fever. Damn no fever.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Logan responded, his eyes curled into a soft concern gaze.

Max didn’t answer and flickered his eyes back to yours. His face suddenly heats up as you stare back and smile at him. Your smile that was radiant like the sun and eyes soft like sky.

After that short and subtle interaction, he can’t seem to keep his focus and just let his thoughts wander off that lead to that moment.

…

“You’re max right?” You greeted, tugging the excess hair to your side and smiling softly at him. Having him a clear view of your angelic appearance.

Max could feel his whole face being flushed, god he wishes you don’t notice, “uhm yeah” he spoke, his tone that was always high and mighty now turned into a low and shy ones.

You hummed in response and puckered your lips with a pop, “well I’ve been seeing you all day and you’re always avoiding me, is there something wrong?”

Max’s eyes widened, “no..i-uhm there’s-“ he stuttered; trying to find the right words but nothing came out right.

You examined his actions and then let out a few giggles at his antics. You didn’t understand why they call him mean, to you he was just adorable.

…

After that day, the two of you often hang out with each other and would hear whispers and murmurs about you guys, but always brushed it off and ignore people.

“Here try this max” you beamed, handing him the mango that you were holding— smiling from ear to ear as you share your favorite fruit to someone speacial. You loved mango, i mean how could you not? It’s tasty and delicious.

He gave you a look of uncertainty, he never liked mango, it’s weird looking and nothing will ever change his mind about it, even you.

But maybe one bite won’t hurt.

“Haha sure” he replied, taking the fruit from your hand and gently taking a bite out of it. He then gulped it down his throat and stared back at you— your eyes sparkled with joy and excitement, as you await for his response.

“It’s alright” he answered, giving you a thumbs up to which you retorted with a happy clap.

“Thank god you like it, I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d like one of my favorite fruits”

Hmm maybe mangoes aren’t that bad.

…

It didn’t take long before max realized how inlove he was with you and as soon as he did, he asked to court you.

Of course you agreed to it, you as well fell for him but you also wanted to get the approval of both your parents and brother.

That’s why Max took it upon himself to make your parents like him, though he knew that the real obstacle was Carlos.

“So, you’re telling me that you want to date my sister?” Carlos asked, his voice dripped with sarcasm and anger.

Max smiled nonchalantly, “yes”

“You want to date her with that attitude?” Carlos spat, his teeth gritted with each word.

“Yes” he answered again bluntly.

He was getting on Carlos nerves and you could tell.

“Haha uhm Max can you come here for a sec?” You laughed dryly, grabbing Max’s sleeves and dragging him to the side.

“What did we talk about? I told you to be nice” you scolded, rubbing the bridge of your nose to ease your stress.

“I was being nice” max grumbled, his brows knitted in a frown out of habit.

Unbeknownst to them, Carlos was in the sidelines listening, laughing silently at his fellow driver, ‘hehe he’s done for, he never admits his mistake and apologize’ he thought.

“Sorry, I’ll try okay?” Max mumbled, making you smile and kiss his cheeks in response.

Carlo’s jaw dropped, What the fuck, why was THE max verstappen apologizing, is this real??

The two of them came back hand in hand and faced Carlos once again.

“I am sorry for being rude, and yes i am dating her so please approve”.

Carlos was still in shock, never in his life had he seen Max act like a puppy and apologize to anyone.

“No uhm it’s okay we’re good” he replied, his voice shaky from disbelief.

So that’s what max is like when inlove. Damn he’s like a lost puppy.

…

Sorry for not uploading too much🥹🥹 I’ve been busy but i hope you enjoyed this!!💋

[evie-sturns]

secret - Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris wants to keep your relationship a secret from the fans, which means he is never around as much as he should be. this sparks an argument, where chris suggests that you 'should just leave.'

contains: angst, cocky!chris, crying, fluff, yelling, comforting.

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i lay in chris and i's bed, wrapped up comfortably in the thick sheets.

my head snaps up to look at chris as he swings open the door, he walks inside the room wearing a white tanktop and some black sweatpants.

"just gonna go film." he says vaguely before walking out of the room,

"chris- can i come!?" i call out,

"y/n, no. we talked about this" chris sighs, i get up out of bed and walk towards him,

"please- i don't have to be in it, i just haven't seen you for like a week." i say softly, chris shakes his head, practically discarding me.

"i see you every week, ill be gone for about two hours okay?" chris says blankly,

i feel my face grow hot with embarrassment, i feel like im practically begging for chris to want me, even though im his girlfriend. anger courses through my body, pushing me to my breaking point.

"why- why do you not care about me- or anything i have to say!" i raise my voice, pointing my fingers at chris's chest as i glare my eyes.

"you don't scare me y/n." chris chuckles, bringing my finger down from his chest.

"proves my fucking point! right there--!" i yell, chris just stares at me with a smug smile on his face.

"we agreed to keep us a secret-" chris starts, but i cut him off

"we both agreed to keep us a secret from your fans, not everyone else you've ever known! yes- i get it your fans will be mad but you're- your'e-" my voice breaks as i turn away from him

"don't be acting all pissy because i have a job and you don't." he raises his voice at me,

"excuse you?" i almost laugh,

"yeah, get a grip y/n, honestly." chris sighs, grabbing his phone and going to walk out.

"don't fucking leave-" i shout, "you're a horrible person chris-" i say, holding back floods of tears.

"maybe you're just being a sensitive little bitch?" chris says, the regret is prominent on his face as soon as those words leave his mouth.

"you're being- so mean-" my voice breaks, tears rolling down my flushed face.

"then leave- i'm actually done with you're bullshit, please leave." chris raises his voice.

i look up at him, "actually-?" i say through loud sobs,

he hesitates for a second before speaking, "i- i dont know- if you can handle me being popular then leave-"

"your ego is incredible you asshole-" i squeeze out, walking past him.

he grabs my chin and stops me in my tracks, his large hand clasped tight around my small chin. "excuse me?" he looks down at me,

"i'm going to find nick." i sigh loudly,

"no you're not." chris states,

"i thought we were done?" i say with a loud cry, i wipe my tears away quickly.

suddenly matt peeks his head through the door, "everything okay in here?" matt asks with concern clear on his face

“fuck off matt, genuinely.” chris raises his voice,

“dude, you’re making her cry-“ matt points out, his eyes locking with mine.

“and it’s none of your business, fuck off!” chris yells shakily at matt,

matt walks into the room angrily, pushing chris’s shoulder. chris let’s go of my chin, discarding me.

“you want my girl now?” chris almost laughs as he approaches matt,

“she’s literally like my little sister and i’ve known her my whole life- so god forbid i ask if she’s okay after i hear you scream at her through the walls!” matt grows angry,

“y/n can’t understand that the fans can’t know about me and her, that’s literally it- she’s just being ignorant, like always.” chris speaks as though i’m not here,

“sort your shit out chris.” matt mutters, pushing chris backwards before walking out of the room.

“i- i think i’m gonna go to matt’s room.” i whisper, barely audible.

“yeah- go fuck him while you’re at it.” chris says with a petty tone,

i let out a frustrated sigh before pushing his shoulder back with an angry sob.

“pathetic.” chris scoffs, “do it harder-“ he taunts,

i storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me with a loud bang.

i swing open the door to matt’s room, he’s sat at the edge of his bed on his phone.

“matt-“ i sniffle, matt looks up at me before standing up,

“hey- hey you okay?” matt asks frantically, his voice soft.

“i think chris just broke up with me-“ my voice breaks, matt wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

“i’m sure he didn’t, he’s just upset right now, you think?” matt whispers into my hair,

i nod, “you can stay in my room tonight, i’ll get the spare mattress.” he suggests, i nod as tears continue to pour down my face.

“i hate him- ihatehimihatehimihatehim.” i sob, matt rubs my back,

“no you don’t, arguments are normal, it happens.” matt sighs.

“i do- hes so mean to me!” i bury my face into my hands.

“shh- sh it’s okay.” matt says, “are you in your pyjamas?” matt asks,

i nod, “okay- then let’s get out the mattress and you can get to sleep.” matt states.

he lets me go before tugging out the matress from under his bed, he throws a couple of blankets and pillows on it before handing me his pug stuffed animal,

“you want this for tonight?” matt asks with a small laugh, i grab the small pug stuffed animal before flopping down on the mattress on the floor.

matt’s always been like a big brother for me, he’s always cared about me so much.

matt bends down and covers me in the blankets, tucking me in. “try have a good sleep okay?” matt whispers, i nod with a small ‘thank you’.

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4:23am

i stir awake slowly, i sit up off the matress and look over at matt who’s fast asleep on the bed beside me.

i stand up before stumbling over to the door swiftly, the need to go to the bathroom is overwhelming.

i slowly creak open matt’s door and step out into the corridor.

my footsteps slap against the cold wood as i yawn loudly

i swing open the door to the bathroom, and i’m met with him.

chris.

he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, scrolling on his phone. i turn on the warm light which illuminates the small bathroom.

“oh-“ i whisper, spinning back around and reaching for the door handle.

“no- no please come back-“ chris’s voice wobbles.

he’s wearing spider-man pyjama shorts, the same ones that i teased him for a couple weeks ago.

he’s got a thin white shirt on and his brunette hair is messed up completely, his eyes are bloodshot and swollen along with his puffy lips and pink cheeks.

he stands up, looking down at me. i can see the gears in his brain physically spinning as he tries to think of what to say.

“i-i’m sorry i’m still here- i was gonna pack up in the morning.” i break the silence with a couple deep breaths.

chris’s face drops, he buries his face into his hands with a shake of his head.

“i- i didn’t mean that- i was just so caught up in the heat of the moment and i really- really- don’t want to loose you.” chris starts, his eyes watering

“and i’m so sorry for taking you for granted. i love you more than anything, i love you more than anything ever.” chris’s voice breaks loudly, he goes silent as his body jolts up and down.

“are you crying?” i ask softly, he nods.

i don’t say anything, just wrapping my arms around him, he hugs me back weakly.

he buries his head into my shoulder, his soft hair covers half my face.

“and- i’m sorry for crying i just- don’t want you to think i’m only crying for sympathy i just feel really upset.” chris clarifies, i laugh softly,

“i know sweetheart,” i sigh,

“and— and- you don’t have to forgive me- ever— i said proper mean stuff to you.” chris’s voice trembles,

“i forgive you, i just want my old chris back, yeah?” i rub his back,

“you will get that- forever-“ chris sniffs.

we stand in the cold of the bathroom, his arms holding me tightly now, as though he’s afraid to let me go.

i stroke his hair lightly with my manicured nails,

“chris- i don’t mean to ruin this moment but i really really need to pee- that’s why i came in here—“

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[sweetiecutie]

🖤Fuck or Die part 2🖤

Part 1

Pairing: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, mdni, smut, non con so rape, violence, obsession, drugging, face-slapping and nose bleeding, choking, kidnapping, mention of murder. If you feel triggered by any of these warnings - just scroll past!

A/n: this took me way longer than I expected but yay, I finally wrote the second part!!! Also absolutely not me incorporating a quote from the movie bc I think it’s impossibly hot🤭

Reading part 1 is recommended for understanding the plot

Your life will never be the same. That damned evening changed you, everything around you, splitting your life into before and after.

Your memories of next few days after the murder were a sheer blur of events and conversations - numerous interrogations with police officers and detectives, psychologists trying to soothe you out of your stupor still, your mother crying her eyes out at the sight of you right after police arrived at the place of Paul’s death. And, of course, nasty journalists trailing behind you, watching your every move, invading your personal space unapologetically.

Of course, you were quite a catch - the first and only one who ever survived a meeting with König. Everyone wanted to know what he looked like - any particular details, scars or tattoos, a fucking skin colour - anything you could remember would be of huge use, giving at least any clues to a dead unmoving case. But there was very little you could help with - König took great care of covering every centimetre of his skin in black clothing, his voice changed, he smelled of nothing but earth and sickening metal of your boyfriend’s blood. Bastard was even smart enough to not cum inside nor anywhere actually, so that police couldn’t get his DNA samples.

A few months had passed since that horrific attack and there were still no traces of König.

It was midday when your parents had to leave to attend your grandma’s birthday - your mother was reluctant, not wanting to leave you all alone. You were never alone actually - a few police cars always patrolled right outside of your house, not allowing even postmen to get too close to your family’s property. It took a lot of reassuring and encouragement from your side to get your mother off your back, convincing her that you’ll be just fine by yourself and that you want your parents to have some fun. She then gave up with a deep sight, promising to be back in only a few hour’s matter.

You heaved a heavy sigh, closing and locking the front door after waving your parents goodbye, heading to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. A pile of dirty dishes stacked in a sink caught your eye, the sight of its ugly mess on otherwise clean and tidy kitchen caused an itch somewhere deep in your brain. Without second thought you rolled up your sleeves, pouring dish soap onto the sponge and foaming it up.

As you were halfway through the dishes loud trilling of your landline phone calling startled you, causing you to jump on your spot. Your head whipped around, looking into direction from which the sound came. Wiping your wet hands on the kitchen towel you grabbed the phone, tucking it in between your ear and shoulder after accepting the incoming call.

- Hello? - you said, coming back to the sink, swiping foamy sponge over another plate, cleaning it of any grease and leftover bits of food.

- Hello! Um, can I speak to Paul? - your movements halted abruptly. You stood there silently for a long while, muscles stiff and unmoving, eyes staring blankly at some invisible point in the space before you.

- Excuse me, are you still here? Do I have the wrong number? - the man on the other end of the line said, his voice sounding concerned. It seemed to bring you out of your stupor as you drew in a long breath, exhaling noisily.

- Um, can I ask you how you got this number? - you said, already sensing something weird about this whole situation. But cops were all around your place, there was nothing to be worried about, right?

- Paul gave it to me himself. Said to call here if I needed to reach out to him, - man explained. That was strange but not unexplainable - Paul often hang out at your house, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew your home phone number better than his own. - So am I calling right?

- Oh, yeah, sorry it’s just… Paul’s dead, - you said, teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek, sweet metallic taste coating your buds, but you couldn’t care less, nibbling deeper into small wound, feeling of slight pain grounding you successfully.

- Oh god, what happened? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. But who am I speaking to then? - the man said, his voice now sounding genuine and apologetic. Everyone around Y/n suddenly sounded genuinely and apologetic. She heaved another sigh, resuming her scrubbing on the plates.

- He was murdered. And I’m his girlfriend, - you said in a calm tone, free of any emotion or feeling. Paul’s death was pretty much the only thing you talked about with others - police, detectives, police again, his parents and friends, your parents and friends. It seemed like such a sensitive topic turned into a rough callous way too quickly. - Well, I was his girlfriend, - Y/n mumbled after a short pause, faint clatter of porcelain audible in the background.

- Sorry about your boyfriend, - man on the line said. There was a brief moment before he added: - all those muscles didn’t help much, did they?

You froze. Silence settled in, interrupted only by occasional electric noise humming through the speaker. You heard your own pulse humping rapidly in your ears, your breathing fast and shallow, all muscles in your body tensing in alarm, straightening your back. Your eyes shoot up, looking out of the window above the sink. There were a few trees growing shallowly - barely an orchard - separating your house from your neighbours. No one was there.

- What’s that, sweet girl? You can’t see me? - a voice taunted, erupting herds of goosebumps running down your spine. - What a shame, I can see you clear as day.

- Neighbourhood is packed full with cops, you sick son of a bitch. If you only fucking dare coming anywhere close to my ho-

- Now-now, Y/n, - slasher interrupted you unapologetically, his voice hard and cold, causing thin hairs on your arms to rise. - Control your fucking language when you speak to me.

Your eyes dropped down onto the sink, fluffy dish soap foam was sparkling, playing with all the rainbow colors under the sun rays pouring in through the window. You clasped the phone in your non dominant hand, your dominant one reaching out and grabbing a kitchen knife from the drying rack, handle still wet and a bit slippery in your grasp.

- My, my, a dangerous thing that you’re holding. Be careful and don’t cut yourself, dearie, - König taunted, making your teeth clench. All blood drained out of your face, making you as pale as paper. Your eyes were fixated upon your window, peering into the orchard, desperately trying to spot any movement.

- What are you planning on doing? Everyone will hear if I scream. And cops will get your ass into prison, right where it belongs, - you spat out, pushing off the counter; your eyes ran all around the kitchen, looking for your cell phone with detective’s number saved, trying to keep the current call going so it’ll be possible to track it down.

- Oh will they? Then you better not scream, silly, - König snorted, making your blood boil. You were frightened still, terrified even; but the remorse of what he did to you, to Paul, was fuelling into your spite, making you a tad bit braver.

Failing to find your phone you entered the living room, rummaging through cushions and blankets piled on the couch, failing to find the stupid thing.

- Looks like you lost something. What’s up sweetheart? - you threw soft cushion back on the couch violently, huffing in annoyance upon not finding what you were looking for. You straightened and turned around to head to your bedroom, stoping in the middle of your tracks, freezing to the spot.

In the doorway leading to the hall stood König - dressed in all black, with heavy leather boots and his huge dagger strapped firmly to his thigh with a sheath, white scream mask staring right back at you. One large hand was pressing the phone to his ear, the other one was holding up your cellphone - the exact one you were looking for.

- You looking for this? - he asked, his own voice reverberating on the line because of your proximity.

You threw the phone to the side clutching onto the knife tightly. You dashed to the kitchen - there was a back door you could slip through - and outside was filled with neighbours and cops. Just pathetic six or so meters. Just a bit…

A scream tearing through your throat was muffled by a huge hand clamping against your mouth, the other one squeezing your wrist so tightly that for a fleeting moment you thought your bones were snapped, causing your grip on the knife to loosen, it falling down on the floor with loud clatter. König kicked the knife away across the kitchen, folding your arm back which caused your back to arch in pain - it felt as if he wanted to tear your limb from the rest of your body.

- Where do you think you’re going, Y/n? - König growled next to your ear, picking you up effortlessly and dragging your kicking form back to the living room.

Hauling you onto the floor König hooked one meaty thigh over your squirming body, putting bigger part on his weight down onto you, momentarily halting all of your struggle. One huge hand took ahold of both your wrists, pinning them to the floor above your head with frightening ease, his other hand was clasping your mouth still. He crouched down, scream mask was mere fifteen centimetres afar from your face as he seethed:

- Now you shut the fuck up and listen closely to what I have to say, and no one will get hurt, you get that? - he said, waiting until you gave him any sing of agreement. But you offered none. - You get that?! - König growled impatiently, bumping your head against the hardwood floor, causing black spots dance in the corners of your eyes for a long minute. You gave a weak nod, feeling hot tears running down your temples, getting lost among your hair.

- I’ve been thinking about you. A lot, - König sighed, hand that was on your face squished your cheeks together painfully, making your lips pucker out. - About this gorgeous mouth and pretty lips…

König crouched down, barely leaving a few centimetres between your faces.

- A this tight little cunt of yours. Remember how you clenched around me? How good my cock was filling you up?

- What do you want from me? - you weeped quietly, voice barely audible, broken by faint sobs and hiccups.

- Very little, dove. Just be an obedient girl and do as you’re told and no one will get hurt, - König tutted, taking in the sight of your crying face. Gosh, he was a sick fuck - his cock was already getting painfully hard, straining against his pants.

Letting go of your face König reached behind his back, withdrawing something from the rear pocket of his jeans. Just as you opened your mouth to cry out for help he shoved that thing inside of your cavity, slapping a hand over your lips so you won’t spit it out. The thing momentarily dissolved on your tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste; you tried to struggle against killer’s strong hold, thrashing violently, but it led you nowhere.

Suddenly you felt hot - as if you had a really bad fever. Your mind clouding up rapidly, thoughts muddling, muscles becoming weaker by the second. You huffed out in frustration; moving your limbs a few centimetres seemed like impossible labour. World was spinning around you, blurring sharp and distinguishable features of König’s mask into a white haze.

König let go of your face once again, his now free hand slid down your body, cupping your sex through numerous layers of clothing separating you two. Sudden pleasure surged through your weakened body upon the contact; a loud moan that rolled off your tongue startled you - and suddenly you realised just how aroused you felt.

- Jeez, that dude didn’t lie about this shit, - König laughed out excitedly, watching your eyes widen in terror. You could barely move by now, not speaking of trying to fight off a man twice your size. His size. In a blur of all events, words and pain you never came back to just how fucking huge he was. You never mentioned that in any of your interrogations. How fucking stupid, huh?

Killer let go of your wrists cautiously, watching you closely - you rose your hands, resting your palms on his chest and pushing with all the might you had left, but it wasn’t enough to even push a cat off the chair - so that was the limit of your strength in this state?

König barked out another laugh - he was going to have so much fun with you! His hand never stopped massaging your crotch, noting a small wet patch forming on your shorts - you were soaked through your panties and now soaking your shorts? Gosh, he better buy a few dozens of these aids. Psycho’s eyes shot up to your face upon hearing a sob - tears ran down your eyes like small diamonds, turning your eyelids a pretty shade of red. König shifted forth so that his mask was almost touching your nose:

- Oh baby, I’ll be much gentler with you this time, I promise, - König cooed, pressing cold plastic of his mask against your flushed wet cheek, as if giving you a comforting peck.

Slasher shifted a bit, changing his position from sitting on your thighs to being in between them, yanking you towards him by your knees. He did quick job of taking your shorts and underwear off in few fluid moves, impatiently discarding them somewhere to the side. König felt his heavy cock twitch inside his jeans at the sight of your puffy cunny, all shiny from slick that practically oozed out of your fluttering hole. He swallowed hard, saliva was practically pooling in his mouth, having to restrain himself from tearing his mask off and devouring your cunt, exposing his face too early. You whined out something unintelligible, still trying to pry his fingers off one of your knees.

Your skin felt hot even through thick fabric of his gloves, so when König took one off and plunged two of his thick fingers inside of your tight hole he was surprised at how hot it was inside of you - one of the drug’s effects, he guessed. You couldn’t help but mewl at the pleasant feeling, your brain barely functioning, controlling yourself was beyond hard.

- That’s it, sweetness. Lemme hear all the pretty sounds you make, - König encouraged, plunging his fingers in and out of you, increasing the pace. Rough thumb coming to circle your slicked clit, causing your whole body to jolt softly. Scent of your pooling arousal was strong and prominent, seeping even through König’s mask, making him throb in his pants.

He couldn’t wait any longer. König was dreaming about your pussy being spread around his cock since that first night, he needed to be inside or else he’ll lose the remnants of his mind. Slasher slipped his fingers out of you, quickly undoing his pants, sliding them down as much as knife holster on his thigh would allow. Your breathing increased as you tried to close your legs, man’s bulky form making it impossible for you to do so.

- No, no please.. not again, - you begged, tears rushing down your temples, your voice meek and barely audible, so König just ignored it.

Pulling his girthy cock out König pumped it a few times with gloved hand, aligning pink swollen tip with your leaking entrance. It one smooth movement he bottomed out half of his impressive length, your body - flushed and pliant - taking him inside without any resistance. Low groan rumbled through his broad chest; König’s head fell backwards, hands gripping soft fat of your thighs, leaving pale marks of his fingertips on your skin.

You hated every second of it. Hated how his hips collided with yours with every thrust, how you felt him throb and twitch inside of you; hated how his hands wandered up and down your sides, rubbing your waist and palming your tits. And you hated how fucking good it felt. Hated how your body, despite all your attempts to resist, to fight off the effects of the drug, gave into the pleasure.

- That’s it baby. Just take what I give you, - König breathed out, his words slurred with pleasure. - See? See how good it can feel when you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to? Just be a obedient little girl and feel good, I’ll take care of everything else yeah?

It felt as if a ball of bile got stuck in your throat; your face scrunched up in disgust as much as your jelly muscles allowed it:

- Fuck you, - you barely managed to choke out, your tongue struggling to form right sounds.

For a few moments you were sure König didn’t hear you, given the lack of any reaction nor acknowledgement of your words. But the next thing you knew was searing pain in your left cheek, the impact of man’s wide palm with your face jolted your head to the side, sudden change of its position made you felt dizzy. Now world was spinning around you even more so, you felt something warm trickling down your cheek - blood from your nose, you figured. Killer’s fingers roughly gripped your chin, yanking it back so that you were facing him once again.

- You wanna say that again bitch? Come on, I fucking dare you, - he spat out, movements of his hips halting completely, leaving his cock buried deep inside of your rippling warmth.

Your head shifting so harshly once again made you nauseous; you could barely see anything, dark purple circles were dancing all around, changing their shapes and giving way to greens and yellows to flood your vision.

- That’s what I fucking thought, - König gritted out. His hand let go of your chin, coming lower to wrap strong fingers around your neck. His hips started working with even more vigour, forcing his dick in and out of your drugged cunt on the pace that was almost inhuman.

Firm clasp of maniac’s hand around your neck made it nearly impossible to breathe. Both your hands wrapped around his mighty wrist, too weak to actually get him off you. Your vision started to darken rapidly, white noise trilling in your ears, barely allowing any other sounds to filter through.

- From the very moment I laid my eyes on you I fucking owned you. And I own you right now, and forever will. This is my fucking cunt, and I’ll use it whenever I want to. And I need you to fucking. learn. it. - König growled out, emphasising each of his last words with hard deep thrusts of his hips against yours, his cock making your stomach bulge, surely bruising your cervix.

- Oh but I’ll train you. Mould you into my personal cocksleeve, ready to be used whenever I feel like it, - his pace was quickening, thick cotton of his denim pants muffled filthy sounds of his mighty hips snapping against your ass. The grip of strong fingers never eased; König shifted part of his weight onto his hands which were wrapped around your neck, white mask hovering right in front of your face - milky white of it was a harsh contrast to blackness pooling in the corners of your eyes.

With that your conscience started to slip away. You felt your body jolt with every ferocious thrust of man’s hips, his cock buried deep inside of you, bruising your insides with its persistent bullying. Acute lack of oxygen burnt your lungs, and you prayed to all gods that König held your neck a tad bit too long - just enough for you to not wake up the next time. And just before you slipped into heavy delirium, your mushed up brain picked up König’s growl, penetrating through thick noise humming in your ears:

- You’re mine. Forever and ever.

Street was filled with all kinds of noise - sirens from police cars were going off triggering dogs from nearby houses, neighbours were crowding a bit afar, frowning and shaking their heads, everyone having their own theory of what happened. Loud cries of Y/n’s mother shook the air, putting everyone further on the edge. She is such a sweet girl, she’s never done anything bad! Oh god, why is this happening to her of all people?!

Some people were saying that the girl simply snapped, breaking under the pressure of events and finally fleeting the country without telling anyone to not give any clues about her whereabouts to the killer. Some said she just went out to unwind from being constantly watched by police and have some alone time - she’ll show up anytime soon. But everyone knew that it was one of murderer’s deeds - he did something to her. And everyone knew, deep down, that they’ll never see Y/n again - alive, at least.

A young lanky policemen, obviously green and not experienced in his job, was babbling out his report to the superior, all the other cops that were patrolling with him as well stood around silently, too scared to pipe in.

- Sir, I swear we were patrolling the area all this time, there was literally no one but the neighbours, but they were staying at their pro-

- Then you were not doing it well enough! - city commissioner barked out, his mighty vice silencing everyone around for a short moment. His face was red, fuming with rage; nostrils flaring with intensity of his heavy breathing, angry vein popped up on his temple, pulsating in tandem with his rapid heartbeat. His heavy gaze shifted between all the poor officers, their faces pale as chalk.

- You had one fucking job. ONE fucking job - to keep the girl in the sightline - and where is she now, huh? I’m asking you motherfuckers - where is Y/n?! - Mr. Lindner barked out, his heavy voice making everyone jolt. Younger officers stared down on their shoes blankly, not daring to meet eyes with their boss.

- You may consider yourselves lucky if you’ll still have your licences by the end of the week, - commissioner Lindner tsked, spitting onto the ground in remorse. Turning around, he headed to his police issued car, shouldering all those nosy ones who were brave enough to approach him in this state. Getting inside Mr. Lindner closed the door with a loud bang, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway onto the main road.

Commissioner Lindner drove in full silence, blue eyes fixated on the road ahead; it was barely past midnight, but the darkness hung thick all around, being slit by two yellow rays of his car’s headlights. He gripped steering wheel tighter, one hand coming to comb back his grown out hair out of his eyes, a small smile played in the corners of his scarred lips.

Soon he’ll be home - maybe the effects of drugs will wear off by that time and he’ll watch Y/n wake up slowly, those pretty doe eyes of hers gazing up at him drowsily. He will cook her dinner - all of her favourites - and maybe even spoon feed her, if she’ll allow it. Then he’ll bathe her and tuck her in her new bed, locking up the door for the night and watching her sleep through the cameras.

Everything was going as smoothly as ever. No one has accidentally seen him dragging unconscious Y/n out of her house and hauling her into the backseat of his car. No signs of struggle or fight were found - kitchen sink was still half-filled with soapy water and dirty dishes, clean ones drying off on the countertop, a knife with all the fingerprints being drowned among other dirty utensils. Y/n’s parents approved that everything was on its original place - as if the girl just disappeared, dissolved into thin air.

No one suspected a thing. And, of course, no one suspected a respectable city commissioner Lindner with years upon years of experience, a veteran with impeccable reputation, a person no one could speak badly of.

This was the beginning of your new life, life in which everything revolved around König, causing you to cling onto him as if he was some kind of goddess. Life in which you no longer belonged to yourself, but to your abductor. Life in which you finally understood that you don’t need anyone or anything else because you had König, understood that König was your life itself <3

Slasher! König Masterlist

A/n: I apologise for giving König a half assed name, but I thought it’d be really cool for the plot😌

Once again, feedback is highly appreciated! I’m making this a series so feel free to send in your suggestions for more slasher! König content<3

[vex91]

Ahn Yujin - Jealousy, jealousy 2

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader (Highschool AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Summary: After the party, Yujin's feelings started showing more but to her surprise and for some weird reason, you started avoiding her.

A/N: A second part that I promised long ago.

Part 1

3rd's POV

"Yujin is at the top of your class and always complimented left and right, why can't you be more like her?"

"That's great but Yujin scored higher right? You should've put more work into it then"

"I don't care about that. Why can't you be well behaved like Yujin?"

That's all you ever heard when you were growing up. Yujin did this, Yujin did that, that's not enough because Yujin did this better and the most infamous you should be more like Yujin line were drilled into your head for years.

They were one of the many reasons you started despising the girl despite her never doing anything to you other than being perfect, it made you feel so selfish that you started hating yourself.

From Yujin:

Are you okay?

You stared blankly at the message. It was sent good 10 minutes ago and for these 10 minutes it was shown as seen on her side.

She must be thinking I'm crazy.

She wouldn't be wrong honestly, even you thought you were going crazy. Going your whole life despising her and now questioning why your heart beat so loudly whenever she crossed your mind. It was weird and you wanted it to stop. It was always easier to hate her, hate her for being someone you tried to be and failed.

But now your feelings started spinning. Did you actually hated her? Or hated how your parents made you feel because of her?

At that party you realized that Yujin was also a human just like you, she wasn't some unreachable being that your parents made her to be but a human with feelings.

Feelings for you like she said.

"I love everything about you"

Yujin is so weird. She loves a girl who always screamed and insulted her when all she ever did was be kind to her.

"She's truly weird" You laughed weakly as tears brimmed at your eyes. How you wish you could undo some things you did in the past now that you realized how you truly felt. Did you even deserve her love? To be with her? After everything you've done even you would walk away if you were Yujin.

But it was Yujin.

Of course she wouldn't.

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Yujin was dying from nerves. A week passed since the party and you vanished completely. You didn't show up at school and never answered her texts. Your friends were also clueless about your whereabouts as you also didn't text them.

She expected everything at that point but not getting a text from you in the middle of the class with one sentence:

Meet me at the park.

That's all it took to get her stuff and run out of the classroom, not caring about the screams of her teacher or friends. All she cared about was getting to you.

She ran and ran and soon saw your figure standing by the river. You looked so small in that moment. Your confident aura you always had gone and replaced with insecurity and fear.

Your eyes met and in instant you buried yourself in her chest, crying into her shirt and Yujin let you. She didn't say anything as she caressed your back and let you let it all out, all your regrets and sadness that were gnawing at you for years. And she listened to everything you said, for the first time she felt like she understood you.

"It's not your fault Y/N, it was your parents who were in the wrong here. You shouldn't feel guilty for their actions" Yujin whispered in your hair after you calmed down a little. She hated seeing you blame yourself. Yes it were your actions but it was your parents who started everything and influenced you.

"Plus it's not like I ever minded it. I still fell for you" You snorted at that, already feeling better with just her words and touch.

"You're so weird Ahn Yujin"

"But you love me right?" Her voice was confident but it held a little bit of fear and uncertainty that were gone as soon as the next words left your mouth.

"Of course I do. I love you even if you're a weirdo for loving me"

[aromanticautiesworld]

finn x fem reader whos really into science, rambles on a bunch and finn actually listena to her which she hasnt seen anyone do and actually CARE about what shes saying and immediately starts crushing (they were og friends but it just made her heart flutter and it was a pretty sunset)

YES YES ABSOLUTELY love this <- fixated on astrophysics since he was six and is considering becoming one in the far future

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finn with a fem reader who’s a science nerd

word count: 745

Finn called you over for repairs to their telescope not too long ago, something about a fight with the Ice King where he cracked the lense. The sun had already gone down, and the stars (now more visible after all the human’s pesky light pollution was gone) came out of their hiding spots along with the crescent moon.

You stopped the video game you were speeding through, the call being a necessary distraction to pull you out of what would otherwise be many hours straight of gameplay, and a significant lack of self-care.

You pack your bag with snacks, and (of course) books about astrophysics and astronomy (just in case the hangout became a sleepover, or you suddenly needed them. Things can get very chaotic very quickly with Finn), two of your favorite and very closely related sciences. Unlike him, you didn’t want to adventure for your whole life, you did eventually want to become an astrophysicist, maybe study with Peebs.

“Why do you even have a telescope if you never use it?” You say, looking down at the new lense you were trying to install.

“‘Cuz we need it to see any incoming baddies,” Finn waves his sword around, whacking imaginary enemies.

“What about, like. Using binoculars instead,”

“Telescope sees better,”

“Fair point, fair point,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “You do actually know what it’s for, right?”

Finn pauses to think. “I mean…you look at the stars. At least I think you do. I dunno why you’d look at them through that when you can see ‘em perfectly fine from here,”

“It’s cool, trust me! It’s to see them in more detail,”

Finn stares blankly at you.

“So, in space, there’s, like. a hundred billion things—things we can’t even see from here—and this telescope lets you look at all the stuff you can’t see and all the stuff you can see but better,”

Finn sheathes his sword, “I thought there was just the stars, planets and the moon in space?”

“Oh, well. Yeah, but there’s also asteroids, meteoroids, all those decayed satellites from before the mushroom war, supernovas—oh oh oh! Do you know what a supernova is? They’re so cool—they’re basically a big, big star that after becoming a red supergiant they implode in this huge burst of energy that lasts years—and at the end it either makes a neutron star, or a black hole. Black holes are actually super cool too, they don’t let anything out—not even light! Most black holes are smaller than Ooo but there are some massive ones at the center of every galaxy—which is a whole other thing—that could’ve been formed by being compressed at the center of giant stars back in the ancient universe. Also, they’re probably going to be the last thing in the universe but because of hawking radiation eventually they’ll fade away too, and…um…”

You look back over at Finn, who now sat criss cross on the floor of the balcony. He’d been intently listening (even if he didn’t understand some of it) but in your eyes you were boring him. Most people don’t have the energy or desire to listen to your long rants about space, and once you start, the conversation fizzles out and they’re too tired to talk to you.

You look down at your hands, “Sorry, I was rambling again. We can talk about something else if you want, haha…”

“No, no no no,” He had zoned out many times during PB’s talks of numbers and other things kinda irrelevant to him, but for you it was different. Maybe he just likes hearing the sound of your voice, he doesn’t know. “Can you keep going?”

Your heart flutters.

Your rambling continues on into the night, moon and stars slowly moving across the skies. Finn doesn’t add much to the conversation, mostly watches with a fluttering feeling he couldn’t figure out in his chest. Man, you were pretty when you talked.

Many hours later (you don’t know it, but the sun’s coming up soon), you sit by Finn’s side, both of you sleepy from staying up all night.

Finn looks over to you, “Tonight was fun,”

You’re quiet, “…the funny thing is, most peeps don’t like to hear about it. The stars,”

“I wanna hear about the stars, if it’s you talking about them,”

Your eyes practically sparkle, and you pull him into a hug. Finn’s face grows hot, and he freezes before hugging you back.

“Tier one, dude,”

“What?”

“What?”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

request from @dinodumbass thank you, this is so cute! hope you like it 💌

“I was thinking about tangerine and how he’d be so happy to listen to you rant about books you’re reading

But imagine he comes home and finds you sitting on the couch with the book in your lapo just staring at the wall and he just sits there with you and listens to you talk about the book and how much you liked it or if it was bad and how you want this other book but can buy it rn and this author you found that has a book you think he’d like.

I just think is really cute and wanna rant to someone bc I finished crime and punishment”

book worm (tangerine x reader)

wc: 638

warnings: none! just cute fluff

masterlist + rules

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The sun had just gone down, and you were sitting on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, lightly holding the book you had just finished, draping it over your crossed legs. Blankly staring at the bay window, the expression of amazement written all over your face. You have been reading this book for the last couple of weeks now, you had become so involved in the book that it was so bittersweet to finish it.

Snapping from your trance when you hear the front door creak open, the voice of the man you love followed closely behind. “Hi, love! I’ll put these bags in the kitchen real quick.”

“Hey.” You softly greet him.

Footsteps lead towards you, stopping in the doorway as he leans against the frame. “Finished another one?” Sweetly smiling at you.

“…yeah…” you slowly say, as if you’re trying to make sense of your current state. It’s such a weird feeling when you finish a book, it’s like you’re lost and trying to reintegrate back into this universe.

“Can you tell me about it?” He asks as he walks over, taking a seat next to you, trying not to disturb the cat.

Your neck whipped around to face him, eyes lighting up as you grinned at him, “really?”

“Of course.” He softly reassures.

Feeling flustered and giddy, making a couple weird screeching noises with your mouth as you tried to figure out where to start, “ah okay- AH. Um- so…”

So you told him everything about the book, about how there were a couple plot twists that made you sit and think for a solid ten minutes and how the story finally came together when a new character was introduced. It made you feel so special when he’d gaze at you, giving you his undivided attention while you spoke about your book- his eye contact told you how much he adored you. He looked so in tune while you described it, his face lighting up the same way yours did when you first read it.

“… I literally just finished it- about five minutes before you got back. Actually, that reminds me. The next part of the series comes out in a few months- so that’s really exciting.” You beamed.

“You’re such a good storyteller- makes me want to start reading again.” He contemplates.

Dramatically inhaling “stop! Right, so there's this author that has a collection- I think you’d love it. I read them a year back and thought about you the whole time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sweetly says as his head tilts to the side.

“To be honest- I didn’t really think you’d be a book guy.” You say while making a funny weird face.

“I’m usually not, but the way you read them is so endearing. Like how in bed at night- you’d be sitting up leaning over your book giggling to yourself. Or how you’d gasp or cry, it’s so precious.”

Nose screwing up as you smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. I thought it was your thing so I didn’t want to impose.” He admits.

“Psht- Never. Reading is for everyone, that’s why it’s so amazing. Now I know that you want to read, watch out.” Snickering to yourself. “Actually, please can you pass my laptop? It’s on the coffee table- I don’t want to wake the cat.” Pointing at your cat that was curled up asleep on the side of your leg.

Opening the saved website bookmark for Waterstones, giggling to yourself as you filled your basket. “Oh, I’m so getting you this… AH! That’s new too? Definitely getting that.” You said to yourself as you scrolled through.

Tangerine didn’t say anything, he just chuckled as he draped his arm over your shoulder, watching the way your eyes sparked and darted across the screen.

[waitineedaname]

Teru and Shigeo were not studying much during their study date. They probably should be studying. High school math was a nightmare that Shigeo could not have been less prepared for, and he knew Teru’s history scores could use some work. In their defense, they had started out their study date with actual studying. Shigeo managed to graph a whole page of rational functions, and Teru had made a stack of flashcards for at least half a chapter of notes. But then Teru had insisted on showing Shigeo a cat video on Instagram as a break, and then one cat video turned into ten, and then somehow they’d ended up where they were now, which was horizontal on the couch, Teru’s head pillowed on Shigeo’s chest. Teru was scrolling through memes, occasionally tilting the screen to show Shigeo particularly good ones, and Shigeo was playing with Teru’s hair, perfectly content. 

He was very easily distracted by Teru’s hair. It was just so soft between his fingers; Teru obviously took great care to make sure bleaching it didn’t do too much damage. Speaking of, dark roots were beginning to peek through on Teru’s scalp. Shigeo wondered if he’d be called over to assist with bleaching it again, or maybe Teru would go to a salon and ask a professional to do it. It was getting long these days, and Shigeo certainly couldn’t be trusted to do a good job trimming it. Privately, he hoped Teru wouldn’t cut it. Teru looked so nice with longer hair, and cutting it short would mean Shigeo could play with it less. 

Shigeo had gotten so distracted thinking about Teru’s hair that he hadn’t noticed that Teru had gone very quiet and very still, and had been for a while now. The phone screen was dark in Teru’s hand. “Teruki?” Shigeo asked, voice soft. He tucked a piece of hair back from Teru’s eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine.” Teru sighed and burrowed further into Shigeo’s chest. “Just thinking about something.” Shigeo hummed softly and didn’t press it. He understood the need to think things through silently before putting them into words. He continued to brush his fingers through Teru’s hair, and after a few minutes, his patience paid off. “Shigeo…” Teru broke the silence, sounding oddly nervous. “Would you… still like me if I was a girl?”

Shigeo blinked. That was an odd question, but not one he had to think about for very long. “I have plenty of friends who are girls. Of course I would still like you. It wouldn’t change anything.”

“Good, because,” Teru took a deep breath, “I am one.”

“You are?” Shigeo was surprised, then a little confused. “But… I’ve seen you without your clothes…”

Teru barked a laugh and then groaned into Shigeo’s chest, as if trying to hide in the folds of Shigeo’s sweater. “God, don’t remind me… No, Shigeo, what I’m trying to tell you is-” Teru gave up on hiding and sat up, looking Shigeo in the eyes for the first time in a while, “I’m transgender.” Shigeo stared blankly. “You don’t know what that is, do you,” Teru said after a few moments of silence. Shigeo shook his head. “Okay. Well, it means identifying as a different gender than the one you were assigned at birth.”

“Oh. Oh!” Shigeo appreciated how patient Teru always was when explaining things to him. This conversation made much more sense now. “Okay. So you’re a girl?”

Teru went a little pink but nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Being a boy never felt quite right. It felt like a role I was performing, and it wasn’t a performance I particularly enjoyed. So I tried thinking of myself as a girl, and…” Teru huffed a soft, embarrassed laugh, “It felt really nice.”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel nice, Teruki.” Shigeo paused, a thought occurring to him. “Ah. Should I still call you Teruki? And should I use ‘she’ for you, since you’re a girl?”

“That would be really nice.” A pleased little smile pulled at Teru’s lips. “As for the name, I haven’t thought of something new yet. I would prefer Teru over Teruki, though. Since it's more neutral.”

“Okay, Teru,” Shigeo said, just to say it out loud. He tucked some hair behind Teru’s ear, and she smiled, turning her face into his palm then laying back down to tuck her face into Shigeo’s neck. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Thank you for taking it so well!” Teru’s hair brushed against Shigeo’s neck in a way that made him feel slightly ticklish, but he didn’t have the heart to push her away. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, of course. You’ve always been so understanding.”

Shigeo flushed slightly at the praise. “I’ve never thought much about gender,” he said, combing his fingers through Teru’s hair again. “Everyone said I was a boy, so I assumed that just must be true.”

“You don’t have to be a boy if you don’t want to be,” Teru said, tilting her head into Shigeo’s touch. “You could be a girl if that feels right. Or both, or nothing at all. The options are limitless, really.” Shigeo’s hand stilled, and Teru noticed after a few seconds, popping her head up to look at his face. “Shigeo?”

“Um.” Shigeo had gone rather pink. The slightest bit of curious introspection made him realize he might need to do a lot more introspection, preferably when he could self-reflect in private. “Can we talk about that later?”

Teru, of course, understood what he meant. She just laughed and leaned up to kiss his nose. “Okay. I’ll be here when you want to talk about it.” She sat up in a rush as something occurred to her, a big smile on her face. “Oh! Do you want to see the skirts I bought?”

“Yes!” Shigeo nodded quickly, grateful for the change in subject and excited as always to see Teru’s impromptu fashion shows.

They might fail the tests they had intended to study for, but Shigeo decided it was worth it to see Teru smiling and laughing as she twirled in her most sparkly skirt, happy as can be.

[chweverni]

Bucket List

pairing : bff!vernon x reader

synopsis : hansol vernon chwe, the only friend you've had since kindergarten, is the only one who you love spending time with. why? because he's your best friend, right?

word count : 1.03k

author's note : domestic vernon is what i need rn. i would recommend listening to "Freudian" by Daniel Caesar (yes the whole album), while reading this, bc i wanted this short drabble to scream freudian LOL

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"i've always wanted to try one thing," vernon, your best friend since kindergarten suddenly voices, out of the blue, while whisking the cake batter manually with all his might.

"that would be..?", you ask, greasing the cake pan.

"this.", vernon advanced to you, booping your nose with his index finger, previously dipped in the cake batter. "a nice addition to your awfully focused face. loosen up a little! its fine if the cake tastes nothing like one, i swear i have some money left to just buy one already!", he ends this with a smile. your heart aches a bit, knowing that you'd probably never see this smile if you speak your mind to him right now. how his flour dusted face looked oh so adorable, his unruly hair from the constant nudging while whisking that damn batter.

while you were zoning out on how you'd potentially have to move countries, change names and identities if you'd confess to your best friend, he stares at you, with his dark brown eyes. "earth to y/n? wake up, the heck?"

he grabs your shoulders, which makes you flinch, and in just the blink of an eye, you hear something metallic fall. you wince in pain, as your eyes widen at the realization. your hands hit the bowl, where all that precious batter was whisked perfectly by your perfect boyfriend best friend.

you slowly descended, your knees meeting the kitchen floor, as you start sobbing. vernon at first, is shocked. the poor boy couldn't even comprehend what happened, and just a moment later, you found yourselves in front of a confectionery. you were still recovering from that heart attack. if you could hide in a hole forever, you would. totally.

while walking to the confectionery, you tried everything, i mean everything to ignore that big, ball of cuteness accompanying you. but of course, that smartass had to detect it later.

you stared at the different cakes from the glass of the insanely pretty display case. your eyes glimmered at each and every one, but would you really ask for something from your best friend, right after shattering his efforts into a gazillion pieces? of course not! "how long are you planning to avoid me? if you don't ask, i won't buy anything for you. so, speak up, right now!", vernon bent to your height, staring you down with his sweet eyes, which caused your heart to race faster than usain bolt.

you cleared your throat and looked away, pointing to that one cake in the display case, still not voicing your thoughts. "you do know i can hear right?", he reminded you again, this time pointing to his ears. all you could do was stare blankly at him. he sighed, "look, you don't have to feel bad about earlier. it's literally called the past for a reason. and, to make you feel even better, i think we added corn flour instead of just flour, so we're actually fine." he patted your head, and then your shoulders.

what are we? you thought to yourself. whatever the heck he said right now, would he do it for anyone else?

"uhm, i'd like the marshmallow chocolate one please! and i am so sorry about earlier i don't know how my hand just went whoop and boom, it hit your perfect batter which fell onto the ground and then-" vernon held your hand, giving it a light, reassuring pump; "stop being such a worrywart, it's totally fine y/n."

excuse me? how dare he be this smooth? does he even know what he's doing to you right now? unfair!

back at your shared apartment, you and vernon sat on the floor, at opposite sides of the table, with drinks and the cake laid out. vernon fixed the music speaker, as it played daniel caesar's get you. the sound was faint, but it added to the cozy feeling of the situation. his eyes bored into your face, as you took a bite of that soft cake. you felt his eyes staring, to which your body responded by sending all the blood to your cheeks.

"are you.. not going to eat right now?"

"later, you look really adorable right now."

"oh okay-", you replied, picking up the soda can to drink up, until you brain processed what he just said right now. you choked on your own spit, coughing a bazillion times. great way to respond to a complement, y/n, really.

"be so real right now." you said, blinking twice, while vernon on the other hand was having the time of his life, laughing away half his soul at you nearly dying. "you got really flustered; do you like it when i complement you, y/n?"

what's gotten into him today? why is he so damn bold today? what the fuck?

his eyes were on you, while you settled for his. gosh do you feel this right now? you breathed out, as both your bodies inched closer to one another. during that intense stare-down, you whispered; " i really need to pee right now."

silence filled the room. and both of you broke out in a fit of laughter.

"what the heck was that?", his eyes resembled crescent moons as his sweet laugh echoed in your hears.

"i don't know, i was nervous, haha, i guess?" you replied, clearly shivering out of embarrassment. "do you really have to pee though?", he asked. you shook your head, too early, excited for what was about to happen.

he smiled, resting his head on the table on his arms, as he softly asked, "did you know that i have a huge crush on you?" "shit, you beat me to it!" "y/l/n y/n, will you go out with me?" you collected some frosting from the cake, as you painted on the paper plate, Y-E-S, accompanied with a disheveled smiley face at the end.

"typical you", he smiled, flaring his gums to you. embarrassment crept up your cheeks as you buried your head on the table. he got up and sat next to you, as you turned to look at him.

he crept closer to kiss your forehead.

"that's another thing i wanted to try this year"

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[eminemily05]

Immortal Soul

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Poly x reader obey my fic

Words: 2,062

Warnings: mention of mortality and reincarnation. OOC brothers

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Lilith, and you (of course)

Summary: A quick Drabble I wrote to comfort my own feelings of mortality. I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, but I’m female identifying so I can’t promise it’s perfect.

This story includes my own beliefs of what happens after death, such as reincarnation. So a fair warning for that. The brothers are a bit OOC, but I could care less. I think they were sweet and perfect for this.

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The living room was dim, with the exception of low lighting from a documentary on the tv. A documentary was playing on low volume as you sat and watched, pillow in your lap. Your phone, which you had only recently abandoned, lay atop it.

Tiredly, you tried to stay focused on the show as the narrator continued to explain the late stages of adulthood in frogs. You were the only one still awake in the house, as all the others had turned to their rooms for the night. But, your thoughts were bothering you too much to allow you such peace.

As the documentary began the topic of death in frogs, your mind began to fill with thoughts.

���They live such short lives compared to how far a human’s can reach’ you thought, mind instantly thinking of the demon brothers. ‘And humans live barely long enough to actually make an impression in a demon’s or angel’s memory.’

Instantly, the thought hit you harder.

‘My mortality compared to…theirs…is so minuscule.’

You didn’t like to dwell on the topic of death too long, as more often than not it sent you into a spiral of dark, dark thoughts. But, with no one to keep you busy, your mind took hold and you suddenly couldn’t think of anything else. It was painfully annoying.

‘I’m only a human compared to them…they could simply blink and I’ll have lived my whole life.’ It hurt to think about, leaving them behind like that. But it was true. They were basically immortal, even Solomon (who was once an average human as well), and you were simply…you.

You couldn’t imagine living without them, but one day you’d have to. Your body would cease to support your soul and you’d have to move on. To the Celestial Realm? Back to the Devildom? Hell, to be reincarnated and have to do this shit all over again.

Could you really survive that? Without the support of the brothers? Of the angels? The royals? Solomon? Could your survive not being able to wake up to see any of their faces ever again?

You were so engrossed in your rabbit hole of misery, you hadn’t even noticed the living room doors slowly creaking open. A name softly called out to you. But, you blankly continued to stare at the tv. It had changed to a different show, but you were too tangled in your internal conflict to notice that either.

A hand gently grabbed your shoulder and you jumped, letting out a yelp in surprise. You whipped your head around to find-

“Y/N? What are you still doing up? Lucifer is going to kill you if he sees you’re still awake..” The voice of Wrath’s avatar was hushed but concerned as he spoke.

You looked up at the worried, green eyes like a deer in headlights.

‘When did he get in here?’ You thought as you tried to respond to him.

He shakes his head, “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I did call out your name. When you didn’t answer, I thought I’d come over.”

You look down, slightly ashamed.

“Sorry…I guess I was just so focused on the docume-“ You finally looked at the tv and realized, “Oh, I guess it ended…I didn’t even notice..”

You had mumbled the last bit under your breath, but the blonde heard it clearly.

“Are you alright? I’ve never seen you space out this far.” Satan walks around the couch to sit next to you.

You smile and try to hide it, “Nah, I’m alright. It’s probably just my energy finally running out. Today was a pretty stressful day.” You hadn’t really been lying. All day you’d been scrambling around RAD, working on your semester tests and studying for upcoming ones in the process.

Even knowing that was true, Satan could tell something else was tiring you out. He could see it in the way your eyes seemed duller, your dimples barely showing, and your smile causing less crinkling around your face when you tried to assure him.

He’d had the same draining moments before, long before you ever came and actually made him and his brothers get along. He could tell you were someplace completely different on a mental level. Satan gently cupped your hand.

“That’s not the only thing tiring you out though, is it?” He asked softly. “I can tell something heavy is weighing on your mind.”

You looked at him and nod slightly, not feeling strong enough to try and hide it from him.

“Satan…do you ever think about mortality..?” You hesitantly looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling stupid for asking him such a thing.

He was a demon. He had no reason to ever consider-

“Truthfully? I have.”

Your eyes widened and shock took over your features before you could think. He looked at you in understanding.

“Are you worried about your own mortality as a human?” His gaze softened even more as he locked sights with you. “You’ve gone down that dark path, haven’t you?”

You nod again, feeling too shy to verbally reply. He squeezes your hands in understanding.

“Let’s get my brothers, alright? I have a feeling this conversation will be easier with the others around.” He stands up and gently pulls you to your feet.

You whine softly in protest. “Do we have to..?”

Satan chuckles, “Trust me, I’ve learned having many shoulders to lean on can really help you out. You can walk with me and then we can stay in Lucifer’s room.”

“Why Lucifer’s room?” You asked softly as he gently led you out of the living room. His grin grew into one of mischief.

“Because it’s the biggest one in the house and he’ll have to let us all sleep on it.”

You shake your head but give a small smile at the thought of a fuming Lucifer standing beside his own bed, which was crowded with his brothers. It’s kind of funny to imagine

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Lucifer’s bed was incredibly soft. You’ve never really been allowed to sleep in it, but now you feel cheated out of an amazing bed. It was almost amazing enough to make you ignore the little over a dozen worried glances from the brothers around you.

Almost…

A white nailed hand gently found purchase next to your hand, unsure of touching you and making you uncomfortable. Yet, still wanting you to know it was there.

“Y/n? Darling? Ya alright.?” The hand’s owner spoke gently.

You simply nodded, drawing patterns on the soft, red, velvet blanket draped across the bed.

They all watched. They didn’t want to force you to talk if you didn’t want to.

“…I Don’t want to leave any of you behind..” you broke the silence softly, still drawing patterns. “My life force is centuries, millennia, even eons shorter than you guys…any of you could blink and…I’d be gone..”

The hand slowly inched closer until just the tips of your fingers could be intertwined. Without hesitation, you squeezed the fingers with a gentle reassurance.

“You’re not the only one, dove.” A deep, but soft voice came from your left. Looking over, your eyes met the soft red hues of Lucifer’s. One rarely got to see such an expression on his face. You were glad you got to, though.

“But we assure you, it’s not the first time you’ve met us, nor will it be the last.” He smiles.

You tilted your head, confused.

Asmo answered your unspoken question, “Your soul has lived on for many years. Because of Lilith‘s reincarnation, that soul will continue to live through many more lifetimes.” He giggles softly.

“And truthfully, you’ve probably met us more times than you could ever think.” Lucifer adds.

You look at the others. Surprisingly, even Belphie is completely awake and ready to add in.

“How can you even be so positive?” You asked timidly.

“No soul is as bright as yours is.” Beel chimes in. “You may not think so, but years and years of learning through lives can slowly scrub the soul of…dirt?” He sounded almost unsure, as if he wondered if he was explaining it right.

“Even if you’ve done bad deeds, it was nothing compared to when you were a newly created soul.” Belphie continued with a yawn. “But learning with each new life helps to right those bad choices.”

Satan smiled, “Think of reincarnation as having levels. The lowest is your learning phase, it’s like…going to school. You go over and over until finally, you’ve learned all you possibly can. Then, you move past the phase of reincarnation to become higher. Better.”

You feel your face nervously being cupped. You’re slowly turned to face Levi, who’s nervous to put in his own sense on the matter.

“A-And with Lilith’s soul, you’ll always be able t-to find your way back. You wouldn’t be l-leaving us behind on purpose.” He blushes as he locks eyes with you. “We know you’d never want to leave us like that, b-but it’s just how annoyingly dumb life can be..

You smile at him and offer a thanks before kissing his palm. You lean back against the headboard as he falls back against the bed, flustered.

Mammon is the first to cuddle up to you.

“But…what if I don’t know what’s waiting for me…? What if I never find you guys…? What if I-“ Soft lips cut off your rambling before you could keep digging your own depression hole.

Mammon’s hands held the sides of your face with such a feathery touch, it felt like heaven itself.

“Nothing’s waiting that ya can’t handle, darling.” He assures and rests his head against your shoulder. “And if ya never find us, guess we’ll just have t’ find ya ourselves.”

Your hand instinctively finds its way into his soft hair, scratching his scalp lightly. You smile at the feeling of him melting against you.

“There’s no realm we wouldn’t search for you, our dove.” Lucifer plants a loving kiss against your forehead.

“N-No sea we wouldn’t explore.” Levi blushes and squeezes in on your other side, resting his head against your arm.

You scratch the nape of his neck gently, watching him keen into your warm side.

“We’d find your Beauty anywhere.” Asmo coos, propping himself on a pillow.

“Search for your traces in every book in the universe.”

Satan traces patterns on your calf. That had to be the most surprising motion from him, though no one seemed to mention it.

A loud rumble comes from next to you as Beel fits himself close to your side, where Mammon was cuddled up.

“Look for your delicious cooking in any kitchen.” You giggled at him, reaching over to scratch his head next. This elicited a loud whine from the second eldest.

Belphie was last and rested his head on your chest, his body laying between your legs.

“You’d always be in our dreams.” He mumbles, looking up at you tiredly. But, a glimmer of authenticity sparkled in his eye.

You smiled at them all and giggled.

“What would I ever do without you guys?” You asked with a soft chuckle.

Lucifer shakes his head and snaps the big light off, until the room is only illuminated by the bedside lamps.

“Let’s not dwell on such a subject. You deserve your rest now. Let those dark thoughts leave you and get the sleep you need.”

His touch is soft as his hand glides through your hair. It’s so soft, you feel yourself yawning. It’s as if the touch was all you needed for your body to finally realize it needed to rest.

Slowly, the heat from the brothers seeped into yours and you could feel your eyelids become weighted down. You had no resolve to fight it either. Instead, you just let yourself fall into a peaceful sleep.

As they all slept, you could only dream of laying in a nice, sunlit field of flowers. But, a figured stood back in the distance. Her white, flowing hair caught the sun rays in a cascade of colors as she smiled.

“You shall always be with them” She spoke, her voice gentle and soft. “And they shall always be with you. The bond transcends time itself. For now…and eternity.”

Then, with a twitch of her beautiful white wings, she was gone.

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You found me.

Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

Lyin' on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late

You found me, you found me

The light is shining through the window of your once shared apartment, little particles floating in the ray of sunshine which is now arrogantly entering the room as if it was desperately trying to reach your skin to make sure you are actually okay. You are sitting on your bathroom floor, you've just threw up for the second time today and you are now blankly staring at the wall in front of you, knees tied to your chest while your breath tries to match the pace of your heart, alternating between a wild race and a slow walk. You've also been crying for the past three days so your whole face is swollen, you don't even know how you are actually looking since no mirror has lately crossed your path and you clearly do not want it to happen. 

His words are still clear and loud, echoing in your ears as if they were some sort of ancient torture, punishing you at every single shot.

"You don't understand." 

"You've been repeating this sentence over and over again in the past days, it seems that my grade of ignorance is unbearable since I seem to not understand any single fuck you've been telling me." 

"Yeah, it seems so. Maybe because you always feel the urge to underline the fact that it's not as I'm saying and that you know better. Oh you always know better than anyone else."

"That's not true!" you were basically screaming at each other in your living room, windows shut down and gentle candlelight caressing the walls. The setting was way nicer than the show itself.

"You see? Everyone's wrong. Only you know the truth. Right?"

"Of course not!" 

"Yeah sure." he almost ran to your bedroom where his luggage was waiting for him, ready to be taken to his next race weekend. He was supposed to be leaving on the next morning but he started to frenetically searching for what he had still left behind as if he did not want to spend any second more there. You gulped and your voice stopped in your throat, making you swallow hard. Then he paused and looked at you, his eyes had never been so dark. He hadn't been looking at you for almost the whole conversation and it felt now both a relief and a curse to be looked at that way.

"I honestly don't know why it took me so long to realize it."

"To realize what?" your voice could barely be heard but he heard you well. Your pulse was faster now and you could tell you were about to collapse to the ground.

"That I don't need you." 

There it was, the final slap. You stood still and he left. He just left without even glancing once more, without even asking, without even thinking about staying 5 minutes more to make sure you would have been fine. 

You sigh as your heart keeps pounding, reminding you to breathe every once in a while if you want it to keep beating. You mentally curse at yourself to have let this memory come to surface when you at least needed it. But you can't help it. You can't even help the waterfalls rushing down your cheeks now, you can't help almost screaming in pain as you remember the look on his face the very moment he decided he had enough. Enough of you and your shit. You also have enough of yourself in this very moment as you close your eyes to let your pain rest for a moment.

Your eyes still are closed but your ears are active enough to hear sounds coming from the door. You keep your eyes shut, not even caring about a theft coming in and steal all your stuff. You already lost the most precious one, after all, you don't fucking care if someone sneaks in and take anything you have left. There are voices out there but no thoughts about this situation are making sense right now so you just let it happen, slowly abandoning yourself to the disgusting feeling growing in the pit of your stomach which makes you swallow and brings you back to your numbness. You are about to faint again when you hear someone, many someones in fact, screaming your name but only one hits you hard. He keeps calling you and you have no strength left to answer, to tell him that you are there, that you need him. Loud footsteps are going everywhere in your apartment but there where you're laying, tears now almost choking you as you keep hearing him looking for you. And then he finds you. As he found you 8 years ago, sitting in the corner of a crowded room, sipping on your gin tonic, hoping to not be noticed. But he noticed and you are now grateful that he did back then.

"Oh my God!" he runs to you and kneels down by your side, caressing your face, trying to wipe away the tears that are not letting you take the sight of him in. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. 

"Lewis." you release it as a whisper. 

"I am here." he let it out as the surest of things before taking you in his arms, carrying you to the bed, firmly holding onto you as he lays you down on the soft mattress. 

"How are you?" you slowly open your eyes and finally meet his. They are black, big and worried. 

"Why are you here?" he sighs.

"I want to know how are you. I.. you.. I mean I am scared." you close your eyes and breathe all his scent in, trying to recollect enough strength to stay awake and talk to him. If he was to disappear again you want to make sure that he absolutely knows everything.

"I am sick. Sick of myself and what happened. I am sick I lost you, that it was my fault and that you now are tired of me, of my shitty self and my insecurities. I am really sick that I made you hate me while I love you with all I have and that I am." you finish your sentence as you start crying again, not even trying to hide how unbearable it is for you to admit that you lost him by your hand. His expression changes, it becomes anxious, sad and he looks extremely broken in this very moment. He takes your face into his hands and makes you look at him straight into his eyes. 

"Listen, I am sorry. Like I'm not just sorry but fucking sorry. I did not mean to hurt you like this, I mean, I wanted to get some points straight but not this way. You did not deserve this and when you did not reply back.. I.. I really.." his voice cracks and he just loses it. His head falls on your chest and you can feel his tears falling on your shirt. Your hands are shaking but manage to reach his back and starting rubbing it gently.

"Why did you come here today? I heard someone with you." 

"I've called you this afternoon and you did not answer. I thought I deserved it after all but when I called once again a couple of hours later you did not answer anyway nor you did the other ten times I've tried. I called the janitor and they told me you hadn't left the apartment all day long, I called your friends, no one could reach you and at that point I don't even know if I was still thinking properly, I just needed to find you and I would have done anything." 

Your grip on his back tightens, hands almost soaking into the skin of his soft arms. He looks at you and comes a little closer to your face. 

"So.. what are we doing right now? I mean, are you leaving again?" you are cautious, scared that he might pull away and tell you that you did not understand anything he said, once again. 

"Those words you said before.. they were awful but this is how I made you feel so I am the one to blame. But, please, don't you ever think again they I might hate you because you.. you are just.. you fit me in every single way and I don't want to risk losing you ever again." 

You begin tracing each part of his face with your fingertips starting from his chin then going up to the cheek, reaching out to his lips which are slightly apart just enough for you to get closer and caressing them with yours, trembling with each movement, still afraid that he might fade away any second.

"I love you. I am sorry I was an asshole, I said the biggest bullshit of my life because you are actually the only thing that I need."

"Are you sure?" 

"I am. I thought I had lost you forever today and I.." he shakes his head and fill the gap between your mouths. He's desperate, angry, hungry and madly sorry. His hands wander everywhere on your body just to make sure that you are still there with him, for him and that he did not hurt you enough to push him away from you. But you are far away from that. 

His body is warm against yours, you can feel his heart beating against your back, skin smooth against yours as he keeps touching your hip, rubbing your neck with his nose which is causing shivers going up and down your spine. You let out a loud sigh and finally smile, feeling his hand reaching your face to make you turn toward him. Your eyes meet and it feels like forever since last time you've actually enjoyed this view and he can tell the same since he really cannot get enough of being lost in you in every single way.

"I don't remember if I told you that I love you and I was an asshole." 

"You've been screaming a lot of things before and.. yeah, I got the message." 

He smiles and keeps staring at your lips. 

"I love you." you whisper it on his mouth as he's already kissing you again

[jargonautical]

Somewhere To Be / A chapter at a time

Security

TRUE TO HER word she has the brooch ready for his inspection just before dusk, laid out under the same magnifier as last time. It’s unrecognisable as the muddy blob from earlier. Bright metal gleams back at him as he angles the light, intricate angular patterns that cover the whole surface. It’s far more sparse than the so-called chieftain’s brooch, the only gems a trio of pale ovals at one terminal. He brings the magnifier closer, stooping to get a better look - common banded agate, and one off-white quartz with a deep crack across it.

If he’d hoped to identify his betrayer from this single clue he’s out of luck. It’s much too common a style. Earth affinity certainly, but it’s been too long - what was the name of that stoneworker, the one who used to harass the girls in town before Mainder packed him off Home? Could have been him. He can see the face as clear as anything, but the name eludes him. And what’s-his-name, Alaric? Roderic? The huntsman would remember, the lad rode with the hunt for a while before the Closing. If he can get a hold of him or the sculptor somehow …

“Any idea why there are so many artefacts in this style buried around these parts?”

He stares blankly, dragged back to the present. Does she expect him to know? Of course he does know, but how could she know that he knows?

“You must have a theory.” she presses. ‘It’s very unusual, most digs this size will only find one high-status piece like this if they’re lucky, and we have two without even a single grave site. And there’s the dolphin brooch, isn’t there, the one in the museum. Is Patterson right? Was this place actually like a Bronze Age brooch factory or something?”

Damn. Of course they’d have to make that connection eventually, he’d be a fool to have thought otherwise. He toys with the idea of supporting her line of questioning, staring at the blank wall ahead. It could work, if he can find a way to come back later and seed something else that supports it -

“Mainder.” she says softly, and there’s a note of compulsion in her voice. What is it about the girl? He finds himself wanting to give her answers, to make her happy, to maybe even see the glimmer of her smile - and compresses his lips to prevent words from tumbling out before he’s had a chance to review them.

“No.” he says with finality. “Not a production centre, just a lot of people used to have one of these, and - “ he catches himself just in time. “ - maybe something happened.”

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“AND WHAT ARE you doing in here so late, young lady?”

It’s probably a good thing the security guard can’t see Evie’s expression when he comes up behind her. She’s not startled, having heard his heavy footsteps coming long before he arrived, but his overbearing paternal tone could almost be calculated to irritate. She finishes returning the brooch to its numbered shelf and locks the cupboard door.

“I’ll be done soon.”

“It’s not a question of how long you’ll be.” The floorboards creak in protest as he brings his bulk further into the room, taking up a position just behind her left shoulder. It’s altogether too near for her comfort. If she turned now to look at him, judging by his cloying-sweet breath ruffling her hair, they’d be nose to nose. “You understand me, love? It’s a question of whether it’s on my schedule. I’ll need your name, and your manager’s name.” The clipboard is flourished, pen poised, ready to take names and make trouble.

Chris’s return couldn’t have been better timed, stepping through the open doorway and saying coolly “That would be me. Who left this door open, please? This is supposed to be a secure site.”

The man steps smartly back, and Evie can finally turn to review him. He doesn’t look like a predator, but then the worst of them never do. He radiates an instantly forgettable bloke-next-door vibe, with a mop of iron-grey hair combed in a swirl around his very obvious bald spot, and a fussy toothbrush moustache recently committed to. His uniform jacket and high-vis vest fit remarkably well considering he’s about twenty years older and several stones heavier than the rest of the security crew. There’s no menace in him now, on the surface at least; now there’s another male in the room he’s as affable and as harmless as a tipsy uncle at a wedding. His official security pass announces him to be T. Clegg. (Night Shift). Fixed in the glare of the camera’s flash he looks like an unrepentant Mr Toad caught joyfully speeding, florid cheeks merging into his non-existent neck and what he probably imagined was a friendly smile. Evie can still feel his breath on her neck, goading her to turn around and open herself up to assault.

He shrugs off the question of the door left open - security is on the case, no need to be alarmed - and delicately hints that, even with his mighty protection, foolish little girls shouldn’t be sitting with their backs to doors after dark. He flourishes the clipboard like a token of power and ends with “If it’s not on my schedule, it’s not happening. I don’t make the rules.”

“There’s a schedule?” Chris says blankly, glancing at Evie to see if she knows what Clegg is talking about. “Is this a new thing? It’s the first we’ve heard of it.”

“The Professor and I discussed it this afternoon. You’re supposed to let Security know if your people are going to be on site after six. Don’t want anyone getting into trouble now, do we?”

Exactly how overtime they didn’t know they needed could be submitted to a schedule they didn’t know existed isn’t specified; Chris is about to point this out when Evie intercepts.

“Of course not.” she says smoothly. “We’ll check in with the Professor’s office first thing.”

Clegg gives her a patronising nod. “You do that, sweetheart. Can’t be having your boss always running around to get you out of trouble, eh? I’m sure he has more important things to do.”

He makes a show of peering into each corner of the office, doubles back to rattle the cupboard door handles and, apparently satisfied all is secure, ticks off something on his clipboard with heavy emphasis and departs.

[heavenlybutler]

you’re all i see

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: y/n attends one of elvis’s shows and overhears fans talking about a girl he had supposedly been seeing. she assumes elvis is cheating on her and decides to distance herself from him.

warning: literally every emotion ever but mostly lots & lots of ANGST. inaccuracies to the movie, the whole talk about getting shipped off after the show at russwood doesn’t happen.

word count: just over 5k, whoops.

notes: this is my first elvis fic and this is also the first story i’ve written that i’m actually very proud of!!! i’ve spent hours on it. big thank you to @asshlyyyy for giving me the idea. she has been the absolute sweetest and most helpful person. keep in mind that i’m still learning about writing and trying to get better. i hope everyone who reads enjoys! please leave some kind words if you like it! <3

july 4th, 1956

“honey, i promise you it’s all gonna be alright,” you comforted elvis as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring blankly into it.

you walked behind elvis, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his back. elvis was silent, which was usual for him when he was overthinking.

“just go with your heart, baby. what you feel in your heart could never lead you wrong,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his back.

your moment was interrupted when you looked over to see the colonel entering the room. you internally rolled your eyes, backing away from your boyfriend.

“you ready to go, my boy?” the colonel smiled and all you wanted to do was slap the grin right off of his face.

elvis turned to look at him while placing his palm on your lower back.

“yeah, let me get my tie on and i’ll be out there in a second,” elvis nodded to him.

“miss y/n, you’ll be riding with mrs. and mr. presley. correct?” the colonel asked like he didn’t already know the answer.

you nodded your head as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“well, um… i have you a great seat that’s away from the parents. wouldn’t want any fans spotting you with them and speculating, would we?” the colonel chuckled.

“we sure wouldn’t,” you spoke coldly, pressing your lips together.

you hadn’t liked the colonel since the moment that you met him. you always told mrs. presley that there was something off about him. but you tolerated him, only for elvis’s sake of course.

the first time you ever met the colonel, he made it very clear that he didn’t want you in the public eye at all. he didn’t even want you going in public with elvis. he wanted you to be a ghost, basically.

you had been with elvis since before his career took off. so when the first conversation arose about ‘being available’ between the colonel and elvis, elvis told him that he couldn’t pay him enough money to take you away from him. it was definitely out of question.

elvis had told you everything the colonel had suggested to him and you started disliking him even more after that.

you tried to understand that elvis only went along with the secretiveness of your relationship to keep the colonel happy because he was indeed, his boss. but sometimes you think there’s more reasoning than he’s letting onto.

“ya’ help me with my tie, baby?” you were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard elvis’s voice. also noticing the colonel had left the room.

you smiled softly and nodded, grabbing the red and white tie that was laid out on the bed. you raised onto to your tippy toes a bit, bringing the tie around elvis’s neck.

you could feel his eyes staring down on you. elvis knew that you didn’t like the secretiveness of the relationship. but he also knew you didn’t want it to be public just for the fame. you wanted everyone to know that you loved him and that he loved you, plain and simple.

“you know i love you?” elvis asked, seemingly out of nowhere. you switched your eyes up to his blue ones for a few seconds before focusing on the task at hand.

“i do,” you said quietly, you felt so small with him basically standing over you.

you finished with his tie and gave him a light pat on the chest. you watched as he grabbed his tux jacket and pulled it on. you could see how tense the show had him just by his posture.

elvis walked closer to you as he buttoned just one of the buttons on his jacket, before bringing his hands to cup your cheeks.

“i’m gonna go with my heart… just like you told me,” elvis told you softly.

you nodded your head as he leaned down to press a short kiss to your lips.

“i love you,” you whispered against his lips before the both of you pulled away.

“and i love you,” elvis said, taking your hand and exiting the room.

—

you rode with elvis’s family to the russwood park stadium where the show was going to take place. the car was full of tension and no one really said a word on the way there until vernon spoke up.

“i hope elvis don’t pull nothin’ that could get us in trouble,” you peered out of the window as the car pulled into the stadium. you had never seen so many people in your life.

“y/n, did he say anything to ya about what he was going to do? he won’t tell us anything… and i’m just so worried i can’t take it,” gladys spoke, looking over to you with sincere eyes.

“no ma’am, um… he just told me he was going to follow his heart… which i think is the best thing for him,” you said and gladys reached to squeeze your hand, nodding.

the car came to a halt as a man in uniform opened the back door signaling for you to get out. you stepped out, gladys stepping out shortly behind you.

a few men in uniform walked the group of you behind the stage, awaiting elvis who had apparently just arrived because the screams of fans became louder and louder.

“there are reserved seats for the family on the side,” a man spoke to elvis’s parents, pointing to a group of empty chairs.

gladys counted them, noticing there was not a chair for one of you. she began to open her mouth but looked over to see the colonel and elvis walking up.

you couldn’t even get a word out before the colonel had grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of the stage, walking in between the crowd and the men lining the stage that were wearing white.

“best seat in the house,” the colonel cockily smiled and pointed to the only empty chair in the first row. it was towards the end where a bunch of dancers that had previously been on the stage were sitting.

“thank you,” you rolled your eyes as you sat down, watching him scurry back over behind the stage.

you began to rub your hands up and down your thighs, becoming nervous from the large group of people around you. you hoped elvis would be on soon, so all of your attention could be on him.

“i wonder if he’s ever slept with a fan,” you heard a girl giggle behind you. you subconsciously listened in on their conversation, trying your best to hear over the crowd.

“i bet so! but i heard he’s got a girl…” you heard another voice come from behind you. you scratched your neck as you leaned back further to listen closely.

“i heard somewhere that it was an actress or something. they were seen downtown a couple of weeks ago but they’re trying to keep it secretive. that’s why he’s always said he’s single but i also heard he’s a cheat… so you might have a chance,” the girl continued.

your fingers started to play with the hem of your dress nervously.

you were indeed not an actress, just a regular girl.

how could he cheat on me?

he’s always with me, when could he have done this?

are they telling the truth?

questions started to fog your brain as tears whelmed up in your eyes. you couldn’t believe what you had just heard.

you quickly rubbed your eyes to rid them of tears that were about to escape as elvis walked onto the stage. the screams got louder as you tried to subside your thoughts.

elvis stood in front of the microphone, silent for a few seconds as fans calmed down.

“there’s been a lot of talk about the new elvis,” your boyfriend spoke into the microphone, signaling shouts of discouragement from fan's.

“and of course that other guy…” you watched as elvis rose his pinky finger and wiggled it, singing a short line from hound dog.

all negative thoughts put behind you, you smiled to yourself, he could never be serious for too long. and that’s one of the reasons you loved him.

everyone cheered for him as he looked through the crowd, his eyes landing on you.

“a lot of people say a lot of things,” elvis started, “of course, you’ve got to listen to the people that you love,” elvis spoke, looking over to the colonel and nodding.

you began to feel nervous for him, thinking the colonel had coursed him in the car on the way here.

“but in the end, you’ve got to listen to yourself,” elvis said, shooting you a quick look as you gave him a comforting smile.

“so i want you to know those new york people ain’t gon’ change me none,” elvis shouted, the crowd cheering and you began to clap.

you watched as he walked over and sat his guitar down on a piano and whispered a word to his bandmate.

“i’m gon’ show you what the real elvis is like tonight!” elvis yelled as he gripped his microphone.

you grinned as you stood up, clapping for him with everyone else.

“you lookin’ for trouble?” elvis began to sing as his band started playing. you smirked to yourself, knowing the colonel was probably shitting his pants right now.

you were almost knocked off of your feet as the fans began to push towards the stage, which caused your body to be nailed up against it.

you tried your best to breathe as you watched your boyfriend perform but the people pushing against you didn’t help.

your boyfriend's back was to you as he sang, “so don’t you mess around with me,” walking backward to your side of the stage and settling right in front of you.

“i never looked for trouble, but i never ran,” elvis sang, his leads spreading right in front of you.

you looked up at him and licked your lips as you took him all in. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

and he was all mine… you thought possessively to yourself but the words from the girls that were behind you a few minutes ago popped back in your head.

you zoned out for about 30 seconds, staring at the floor of the stage as girls pushed and shoved around you.

your thoughts snapped as you saw your boyfriend's knees hit the stage in front of you. he made quick eye contact with you before singing.

“because i’m evil,” elvis thrusted his hips in front of you as you smirked up at him.

his face got closer to yours as you stared at him in awe. only ungodly thoughts crossed your mind.

his familiar fingers grabbed your face, his face stilling a few inches away while singing, “my middle name is misery.”

you could’ve fallen to the floor at that moment, watching as he pulled away from you and stood back up.

a few short seconds later, the crowd started going absolutely berserk. guards were attacking people as your rib cage was probably getting bruised, getting pushed against the stage.

you started to have a panic attack due to everything going on around you. you couldn’t even pay a speck of attention to your boyfriend. your mind was everywhere.

not even a minute later, elvis was being pulled off of the stage by a group of men. he frantically tried to get away from them all while trying to find your face in the crowd, which he did.

“get her out of there!” elvis frantically yelled to one of his band mates.

tears fled your eyes as you watched the men manhandle your boyfriend and also from the pain of people pushing against you.

you felt relief as one of elvis’s band mates pulled you out of the crowd and onto the stage. the both of you quickly jumped off before a guard could pull you off.

you ran over to the car you arrived in, seeing gladys yelling at someone and looking over to see it was elvis. he made eye contact with you, knowing you were safe.

“mama, get in the car!” elvis screamed as he got shoved into the back of his car.

you grabbed gladys’s arm, pulling her into the car and away from the commotion. elvis watched out of his window to make sure you and his family were in the car and safe.

—

you arrived back at graceland, noticing the car that elvis was in was already parked at the front.

the whole ride home you had been thinking about what those girls who were sitting behind you had said. the words burned into your mind, every word playing on repeat in your head.

you should be thinking about the absolute catastrophe that had just happened at the show but your mind didn’t allow you to.

you walked into the house, elvis’s family still loading out of the car behind you. the first thing you saw was elvis pacing around the living room, cursing to himself.

“oh my god… y/n, honey… are you okay? elvis asked as he walked up to you. you nodded softly as hugged you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“elvis!” vernon screamed as he walked in, “i’m glad to see you’re okay but what in the hell was that?”

elvis just stood there and shook his head.

“deddy, i ain’t mean for things to get that out of hand,” elvis spoke, staring down at the floor.

“i’m just glad you’re okay, baby,” gladys whispered as she gave elvis a loving hug.

the tension in the room started to come down until vernon began to yell again about how elvis should’ve known better and how the colonel was going to let him go.

“i don’t give a damn, deddy!” elvis spewed. you had never seen him so mad before, he had gone off on almost everyone in the room except you and his mama at this point. elvis stopped yelling as the front door opened and the colonel walked in.

the colonel had a disappointed look on his face which made you want to snicker but you didn’t.

you watched as elvis walked closer to him, his face red from yelling.

elvis started by pointing a finger in his face, “first of all, i want to know why the hell you put my girl in that damn crowd? she was getting crushed out there! i’m not putting up with your-“

“elvis, it’s fine,” you placed your hand on his shoulder trying to drag him away from the colonel but he wouldn’t budge.

“it’s not fucking fine, y/n!” elvis yelled, getting very close to your face. you backed away, tears immediately forming in your eyes. the two of you had had fights but he had never screamed in your face.

the colonel shook his head and spoke up which made elvis’s attention snap to him, “i’ll just leave. it’s not a good time. we can talk about all of this tomorrow.” he turned towards the door as the room was engulfed in silence.

“no, i’ll leave,” you spurted out, wiping the tears from under your eyes.

elvis looked over to you, now noticing how upset you were. you watched his heart break into a million pieces at the sight of you.

“honey, no… i didn’t mean-“ elvis started as his hands tried to reach out and pull you into him but you strayed away from him.

“i’m fine, i’ll see you tomorrow,” you said lowly, not making eye contact with anyone as you grabbed your keys that sat on the table by the entrance.

you opened the door, slamming it a little too hard as you shut it. you ran down the steps, hearing the door open and close behind you.

“y/n, i didn’t mean to yell. just come back in and i’ll get the colonel to leave. we can just go onto bed, please just come back in,” elvis said as he walked quickly behind you.

the thoughts of him cheating on you ran through your head once again, you couldn’t take anymore.

you turned around to face him as you made it to the side of your car.

“i need space, elvis,” you said, staring into his glossy blue eyes.

“are you mad at me because i yelled? i promise you, i ain’t mean to get that loud. you know i wouldn’t do nothin’ to ever intentionally upset you, darlin’,” elvis said with tears in his eyes, walking closer but you backed away.

you ignored his question, “elvis, just let me go. i’ll be fine in the morning and we can put this behind us. you’ve just gotta give me some space, okay?”

“okay…” elvis whispered as you opened the car door on your purple cadillac that elvis had bought you a while ago after you told him you didn’t need it, but he insisted.

you sank in the seat, reaching to close the door but elvis’s hand stopped it.

“i love you, y/n,” he peered down at you as he held the door open.

“i love you, elvis,” you said bluntly, simply not in the mood. tears leave his eyes, that’s the first time you had said i love you to him that sounded like you didn’t mean it. elvis let go of the door so you shut it and started your car.

elvis watched as you drove out of the gates, not knowing you had started to cry again shortly after pulling away.

—

it had been 3 days since the last time you saw elvis. he had called you the morning after the incident but you told him that you didn’t feel well and just wanted to rest at home, which wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole story.

he had called a few more times that day and your mama had answered. you told her to tell him that you didn’t feel like coming to the phone so she did. but he didn’t let her off after that, asking questions like

“you sure she doesn’t need to go to the hospital?”

“will you let me know if i can bring her anything?”

“mrs. y/l/n, will you tell her to call me when she’s feeling better?”

“can i come to see her? i don’t wanna bother her but i won’t stay long.”

and the list goes on… he was worried sick about you.

you being okay was the only thing he could think about, but the only thing you could think about is his lips on another woman’s… his hands wondering someone else’s body…

you had driven yourself crazy over the words that had come out of that girl's mouth a few nights ago. your mama even started to worry about you because you barely ever stayed at your own house. you had even started to call graceland your home because you were there 90% of the time. but you had been locked up in your bedroom for three days now.

you overheard your mom on the phone as you poured yourself some cereal in the kitchen.

“so he rose his voice at her? you think this is the whole reason she’s been acting like this? there’s got to be something else we don’t know about… you know they’ve had their fights but they’re usually over it by the next day. i just can’t put a hammer to the nail, gladys,” you heard your mother say, instantly listening closer when you heard she was talking about you.

a few seconds of silence went by before she continued, “if i figure it out i’ll let you know, and don’t worry bout her. y/n is a tough girl, she’ll get through whatever it is.”

more silence.

“yes, i’ll let her know. mhm, okay… bye,” you heard the phone being placed back on the hook as you quickly went back to making your cereal.

you then heard her footsteps walking towards the kitchen, wishing you had time to escape the conversation but you did not.

“gladys just called,” your mother said, entering the kitchen and sitting on a stool at the bar.

“and said?” you asked, scooping a spoon full of cereal into your mouth and then looking over to her.

“well, you won’t tell me what happened between you and elvis… so i asked about it. she said something about elvis yelling at you while he was trying to defend you to the colonel. is that true?”

you scoffed at the fact they were conspiring on your relationship, “y’all do know we’re not 17 anymore, right? y’all don’t have to discuss us or guide us through this. we’re not kids anymore.”

“listen, gladys is worried sick about you and so is elvis. whatever happened between the two of you can be worked out, i’m sure of that. you love that boy and he loves you, i know it and so does everyone else. you can’t throw five good years together down the drain, y/n.”

you shook your head as anger began to flow through your veins. you didn’t do this, elvis did. elvis caused all of this. you finally lost it.

“mama, i didn’t throw five years down the damn drain! elvis did with some other woman! but keep thinking you know it fucking all!” you yelled before you stormed out of the kitchen.

you had never talked to your mother that way but she had to be crazy to think you’d stopped talking to the man over him raising his voice at you. it was pathetic to think.

you slammed your door as you walked into your bedroom. you crawled into your bed and bawled your eyes out for what felt like hours before you fell asleep.

you were woken up at the sound of someone knocking at your front door. you looked over to the clock on your bedside table which read 11:34 PM.

you got out of your bed and wandered down the hall, seeing your mom had already answered the door and she was talking to someone who stood behind the door frame.

“mama, who is that? it’s almost midnight,” you groggily complained as you got closer to the door.

your mother stepped out of the way, revealing elvis. you squinted to make sure it was really him and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

but it was real, and it was him standing on your front porch with the most sorrowed look on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“absolutely not,” you started, turning around to head back to your room, “go home elvis!” you yelled, hearing his footsteps coming behind you in the hallway as you sped up.

“y/n! just talk to me, baby,” elvis chased behind you. you made it to your bedroom door, trying to shut it but elvis slipped in the door before you could.

he stood in front of you and you thought to yourself, i’ve never seen him look this rough before. he looked like he had been crying but he had no damn right to be crying after what he did to you.

you imagined you looked like pure death, standing there wearing a large t-shirt and some of his boxers he had left at your house years ago. you had red speckles all over your face from bawling so hard. you hadn’t brushed your hair in days.

“elvis, get out…” you muttered, not having the strength to look him in the eyes any longer so your sight rested on the floor.

“just explain to me, y/n… what did i do? was it the yelling? i-“ elvis started as you looked up at him with a shocked face.

“you think this is about the stupid 5 seconds that you yelled at me? don’t act fucking stupid elvis!” you laughed in disbelief while simultaneously feeling tears brim your eyes.

“you think that i’ve been ignoring you all because you yelled at me?” you repeated yourself as you began to cry thinking about the real reason.

you pointed your finger roughly to his chest, “don’t act fucking ignorant. you know what the hell you di-,” you cried so hard you couldn’t even get your words out.

elvis’s heart broke into small pieces inside of him, watching the woman he loves fall apart in front of him. tears threatened to fall from his eyes as his hands started to shake.

elvis tried to wrap his arms around you but you tried your hardest to push him away.

“calm down, darlin’,” elvis stayed calm as you tried to shove him away. you tried your best to get away from him for over a minute but you broke down. all the energy left your body.

“no, no, no!” you whaled as you finally gave up struggling to push his stronger arms away.

your body fell limp into his arms as you began to sink to the ground, elvis holding you the whole way down, dropping the bouquet of flowers on the floor.

elvis’s back slid down the door, bringing you with him.

you let out whimpers as you gently landed on the floor, elvis wrapped his arms even tighter around you as you cried into his chest.

you cried and cried and cried, elvis ran his large hand up and down your back because he knew that was one of the only ways to calm you down.

“you’re okay,” elvis cooed, your crying starting to subside after a few minutes of elvis comforting you.

“when you’re ready, i’m gon’ need you to sit up and look at me. i’m gon’ need you to tell me what i’ve done to make you so upset. i’m not gon’ raise my voice, in fact, i won’t say a word until you want me to. okay, doll?” elvis whispered, hearing your soft sobs eventually go away.

you let a few minutes of silence go by because your head was pounding from crying so hard. you could feel the snot and tears spread all over your face, you almost felt ashamed to pull your head away from his chest, but you had to.

you slowly disconnected your head away from him, elvis looking down to see the mess on your face. you didn’t make eye contact with him as he took the sleeve of his sweater and wiped your face off.

elvis didn’t give a damn about the mess on his sleeve at this point, the only thing he cared about was you and what he had supposedly done to you to make you hurt so much.

you readjusted yourself, sitting in front of him with your legs crossed. your feet brushed his shoes because you were sitting so close to him.

you finally got the confidence to look away from the flowers that laid on the floor and up at him, he was already staring at you waiting for you to explain.

“whenever you’re ready, baby,” elvis whispered, placing a hand on your knee.

you squeezed your eyes shut, thinking about what you were about to say. you had to try your hardest not to start crying again as you said to him, “at the show the other night…” you dragged on, scared to say the next sentences, “these girls that were sitting behind me were talking about you and um… some girl that you were supposedly seeing.”

you paused as elvis gave you a blank expression but you went on, “they said you were seeing a girl. i didn’t mean to eavesdrop but i did. said that it was maybe an actress that you had been spotted with downtown.”

you looked down to your lap because you couldn’t take his blank stare anymore. “i just got to thinking and you’ve always agreed with colonel about keeping our relationship private. i thought maybe you kept us private so you could see other women. that had me all in my head as well. so all i’ve been thinking about is you with another woman. you kissing her, touching her, fucking her…” you stopped at that because tears began to drop from your eyes into your lap.

“darlin’… i- are ya fuckin’ stupid?” elvis chuckled as your head snapped up into his direction.

a look of relief was on his face while your jaw was on the ground, shocked at his response.

“elvis… i- excuse me?” you said, defensively. you were about to snap on him. what the hell is funny about this conversation?

elvis continued to laugh as you slapped his arm as hard as you could which made him stop laughing.

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n, i love you to death but you sure ain’t the brightest bulb in the box,” elvis shook his head as he smiled.

you were speechless and confused.

“baby, they were talkin’ bout you,” elvis said as your jaw dropped even farther open.

“are you being serious right now? because… i- how do you know that?” you asked as a permanent smile stayed on elvis’s lips.

“honey, i ain’t been downtown with a woman besides you or my mama. never in my life, have i even thought about being with another woman while i’ve been with you. y/n, you’re all i see.”

you felt so stupid, you really did. you spent the rest of the conversation on the floor wanting to punch yourself for thinking elvis would do that to you.

although elvis thought it was funny, he also reassured you that you never had to worry about that, never.

after a few minutes of him talking you down, he finally stood up and reached his hand towards you to pull you up.

“i’m so sorry, elvis,” you apologized for the tenth time.

elvis shook his head, he had already told you to stop saying sorry.

you looked down, seeing the bouquet of flowers that still lied on the floor.

“the flowers are lovely… thank you,” you giggled as you leaned down to pick them up.

elvis came closer to you, the only thing between you being the flowers you held in your hands. elvis leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips which you smiled into.

elvis pulled away, noticing the flowers were what was keeping him from not pressing up to your body fully, “fuck the flowers,” elvis chuckled as he took them from your hands and threw them back onto the floor.

his lips returned to yours as you tried your best not to laugh but you couldn’t hold it in. elvis started to chuckle again, resting his forehead on yours.

“i am so in love with you, elvis presley,” you smiled, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks.

“and i’m even more in love you, y/n y/l/n.”

[siriuslyapuff]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭[𝐬.𝐛 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓

the one where he shatters her heart

She stared blankly at the ceiling, counting cracks in the paint, tracing patterns with her eyes. It stared back, taunting her with the fact that today would be a horrible day.

It had been a month. A whole month since Cedric had gone into that maze alive, only to come out dead. Anastasia's chest tightened at the thought. Cedric. He was gone. Really truly gone, and there was no way for her to get him back.

Her gaze wandered around the room, landing firmly on the pack of cigarettes lying discarded on the dresser. As if in a trance, Ana stood, slowly making her way toward the cardboard box full of death sticks.

Trembling slightly, she fumbled with the box, before sliding a cigarette out. The lighter in her hands ignited with a 'swoosh'. Flames danced in front of her gaze, flickering quietly.

Smoke filled her lungs, refreshing them, satisfying the burning need she had for it. A small burst of light danced in her eyes once more.

Yet the mark on her wrist burned white-hot. Reminding the broken shell of a girl, just what she'd lost.

✫✬✫

"How are you doing Harry?" The girl's father asked late that night. "I know today must be especially hard, it's been a month since Cedric-" Remus Lupin coughed rather loudly, cutting the man off.

Anastasia froze. Gaze burning into the plate in front of her.

Cedric.

Harry. All he cared about was Harry. His godson.

Not his daughter, the daughter who'd actually known the boy. The daughter who'd dated the handsome Hufflepuff.

Just Harry. The boy who'd gotten her soulmate killed.

Her chair scraped against the floor as she abruptly stood. Tears pooling in her silver eyes, only she refused to give them the satisfaction of falling.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked lowly, just above a whisper.

Sirius's eyebrows shot up, in anger or confusion, she didn't care. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Are you really going to sit there and ask Saint Potter how he's doing?" Two sets of identical eyes stared at the other.

"Harry saw Cedric die-"

"Don't!" She shrieked abruptly, "don't say his name! You have no right to say his name. Not after what you've done."

Everyone watched, eyes wide, as Anastasia's tone became hysterical.

"You aren't even going to ask your own child! Your own flesh and blood, how they're doing?" She was trembling now, hands shaking violently with suppressed rage. "I knew him! He didn't! I was his girlfriend! He was my best friend! Yet all you care about is Perfect Little Potter!"

"Harry was there. I thought you were fine Anas-" The trembling girl cut him off again.

"Thought! You thought! But you never once check on me. Never once asked if I was okay. It was all, Harry this, Harry that. Of course, I'm not fucking okay Father! My soulmate is dead! The mark on my wrist still burns every time I look at it!"

Anastasia rips her sleeve up, to reveal a black tattoo of a badger and a constellation. It was raw, red, and angry-looking. Sirius just stared, speechless at the girl.

"But Harry saw Voldemort rise. He needed more attention! He saw Cedric die!"

"So if some stranger saw James Potter die, you and everyone else would have more sympathy for them rather than yourself?"

Sirius stood abruptly, taking a violent step toward his daughter, "You have no right to mention James! No right! Harry doesn't have anyone else but me!"

"And who do I have?" She shouted, tears flowing down her pale cheeks. That shut him up, as he contemplated his answer. "No one! I thought I had you! But apparently not, you'd rather get to know your godson over your own damn daughter!"

"Harry is important Anastasia!"

"Oh, and I'm not?" Her voice broke.

"Of course you aren't." The words came out without a second thought. A glass shattered in the background as gasps went around the table. Sirius's face went deathly pale.

Anastasia's expression dropped into one of pure anguish.

"Well, I guess that's that then." Her fists clenched, nails digging deeply into her palms. "When I first found out you were innocent, I was so excited." Ana laughs a dry bitter laugh. "I thought, finally, I'd have my Papa back. The man who used to sing me to sleep, and carry me around on his shoulders every morning. But the thing is, I never got him back. Potter did."

Remus stands, moving toward Anastasia, but she waves him away. "I wish I never found out you were innocent, I'd rather still think you were a murderer than ever consider you that man again."

She strides to the door, her voice cold as ice. "I wish you'd died instead of my mother."

✫✬✫

Clothing flew across the room as the brunette tossed it into her trunks. Item after item was flung into the depths of the wood. Hysterical sobs left her mouth, she was unable to stop them, unable to even control them.

'Of course, you're not,' echoed throughout her skull, taunting her. She would never be good enough for him. Did he ever want her in the first place?

She stared at the framed photograph she kept of her parents from when she was a child. There little Anastasia sat, cuddled up in her mother's arms. His arms around the woman's waist, smiling down at the giggling child.

Without a second thought, she slammed the frame to the ground, shattering it. Glass went everywhere, but she could care less, carefully extracting the photo from its frame. Ana stared at the image one last time, before ripping her father out, letting his image fall to the floor. She tucked the picture into her pocket. Now all that was left to do, was wait.  

✫✬✫

The house creaked and groaned as she crept down its stairs, almost as if alerting those asleep of her plan. Eyes of identical silver followed her as she reached for the door.

"Don't go." The words were almost silent. "Please."

Fingertips grazed the cool metal, "I can't stay here."

"I'm sorry," he breathed, daring not another step closer.

"No you're not," her eyes closed, breaths shaky. "Don't say you are when you aren't."

"Please," desperation coated his tongue, wanting to cling on to the last piece he had left of his past.

"You made your choice very clear." The doorknob twisted within her grasp, "and I've made mine."

Anastasia slipped through the doorway, disappearing into the night, never turning back. Unaware of her father's silhouette, collapsing in self-guilt, because he’d caused history to repeat it’s tragic story. 

Two children, driven out of that horrid home, tears staining their cheeks, cigarette smoke on their breath. 

note: sorry i’ve been pretty sad lately, so this is the result. 

[1tad0ri]

hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

[finelinevogue]

he’s so vogue

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

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

warnings: swearing

[masterlist]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was still bloody freezing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                            ••••

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

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

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You still see them often?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                          ••••

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

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

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

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

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

Today had been a good day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                             ••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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