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moralesluvr · 27 days ago

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i just saw the new billie pics in her heels and then she posts a photo dumb with her baggy outfits and cap and omg can you write a fic where billie works in readers university and is all dressed classy and one weekend reader runs into billie at a party and shes all dressed baggy and smokes weed and is completely different and they hook up and then continue in uni but have to hide ?!

TEACHER’S PET | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ includes substance use, age gap (reader is 20 and billie is 27), smut !!

out of all your classes, miss eilish’s music theory class was definitely your favorite.

she always wore strikingly put together her creative outfits, with her pointed black heels, black and white skirts and blazers— she was always looking put together.

you had first met her during orientation week. when you saw her name plastered across your syllabus, you were sure it was some stuck up, old woman with small glasses that would lean against her frail nose. but it completely and utterly shocked you when you were met with a black-haired beauty with a voice of honey and pink, plump lips. there was a private ocean in her blue eyes, long eyelashes making them look even prettier as she'd never break eye contact when she spoke with you.

it was so wrong of you to think of her like that. but when you first got a glimpse of her, strolling into your class with a coffee in her hand and heels clacking against the tile floors, you knew you were in trouble.

her suit's tailored and impossibly sleek, and your mind can't help but drift as she addresses the class, writing something on the board that you're not paying attention to. all you can look at is her. the way her hair frames her face to accentuate her jaw, the way her black hair sits neatly atop her head. you didn't want to admit it, but she was fine as fuck.

"okay, so, these notes clash, which makes the dissonance more prominent," billie speaks, pointing to different examples of music up on the board. you try to focus, you really do, but your attention keeps drifting off to other places. to the way billie's hands move when she talks, showing off her hand tattoo, or the way her lips curl slightly when someone asks a question that she clearly finds stupid, though she's always polite enough to answer it.

you feel your attention finally drift back to the material, but by then, it's too late. the bell rings and everyone grabs their belongings, ready to move onto whatever class they have next, but you linger behind, making sure to grab your things slowly.

billie's still up front, stacking up papers and taking a sip of her coffee when her eyes catch yours over the rim of her cup.

it's like a reflex for you to look away, eyes focusing on whatever irrelevant shit is on the wall so that billie doesn't catch you staring.

you hear her heels clicking against the floor as she moves toward the door, probably on her way to another class or a meeting, but then they stop.

she turns around to look at you, eyebrows raised as she cocked her head to the side slightly out of curiosity, "you staying behind for a reason?"

her voice pulls you back in, warm and honey-smooth, as always. you glance up to find her standing at the edge of her desk, one perfectly arched brow raised as she looks at you.

your throat feels dry now. this is the first conversation that you've really had with her, and you felt so torn. because even though she was your teacher, she was still so beautiful, and it made you anxious regardless.

you try to play it off, "uh, no. i was just—" and then you pause, struggling to find an excuse that doesn't sound ridiculous. "just taking my time, i guess."

"taking your time, huh?"

you nod quickly, slinging your bag over your shoulder and gripping the strap to steady you. you bite your lip and pray that what just came out of your mouth is believable.

and it seems to be, because miss eilish doesn’t move. she's just watching you with that same quiet intensity from before, the same kind that makes your skin feel tingly when you look at her, the same kind that makes your ears perk everytime you hear her voice.

there’s something about the way her eyes linger on yours, a softness mixed with something sharper, something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"you’re... i'm sorry love, i'm not good with names. what’s yours again?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

the little nickname of 'love' nearly makes you fall and crash onto the empty desk next to you. but you just mumble your name out to her, voice soft as you try to keep your behavior in check.

the conversation between you and billie is short-lived after that. she compliments your hard work and dedication, complains about some meeting she has to attend, and then she's off, the sound of her clicking heels fading as she disappears into the hallway.

and from that moment on, professor eilish is all you can think about.

you tell yourself it’s just a passing crush, something harmless and fleeting, but it doesn’t feel harmless when her voice lingers in your head long after class has ended. or when you catch yourself looking forward to music theory in a way that’s... unsettling.

there's nothing even fun about that class. it's hard and long and sometimes even gives you headaches, but the only thing that kept you so interested was her.

you started sitting closer to the front, telling yourself it’s because you want to focus better. and you do focus! ....at least for the first five minutes.

but then she’ll lean against the desk, crossing her arms in a way that makes the blazer pull just slightly against her frame, exposing her bare waist. or she’ll glance over her shoulder with a look so sharp, blue eyes glistening underneath the light of her classroom, making your breath catch.

and when she calls on you, there’s something in her tone, a faint lilt that makes it sound like she’s daring you to impress her. she always asks you a question like she wants you to get it wrong.

miss eilish calls on you one day, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the classroom. "what do you think, love? do these notes resolve, or is there still tension?"

your heart skips as every pair of eyes in the room turns toward you, but hers are the only ones that really matter. she's waiting, hand on her hip as she holds an expo marker in hand, ready to draw your answer up on the board.

"uh... i think they resolve," you cough out, hoping you don’t sound as unsure as you feel. you knew it was the right answer, but every single pair of eyes in that classroom was on you, especially your favorite blue ones.

billie nods slowly, a hint of approval in her expression as she turns around to write the correct answer, "good. and why’s that?"

you fumble for an explanation, trying to string together something coherent while her gaze stays locked on yours. she bites her lip, and you feel your words slip from you as you try not to freeze up.

"because, um, the intervals between the notes... they close the gap, so there’s no dissonance left," you say in short, choppy phrases.

her lips twitch into a small smile, almost like she’s pleased. "exactly. nice work."

you swear her eyes linger just a second longer than necessary before she moves on, but it’s enough to leave your pulse racing for the rest of class.

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there's one afternoon where you decided show up to class early, expecting to have a few quiet minutes to yourself, but miss eilish's already there.

she’s leaning against the desk, scrolling through her phone with a coffee in hand, per usual. her blazer is draped over the chair behind her, leaving her in a crisp white button-up that somehow feels just as striking. it's low cut, and with her leaning against her desk the way she was, it gave you a direct view to her chest, making you gulp. you knock on the open door to let your presence be known, "hi, miss eilish."

she glances up when she hears you enter, her lips curling into that faint, almost-smile that’s been on repeat inside your mind. she raises a hand to wave at you, setting her phone down, "early today?"

"yeah," you say, feeling oddly self-conscious as you settle into your usual seat. "figured i’d get a head start. i've been struggling with...um, some tonic stuff."

"dedicated. i like that," she says, taking a sip of her coffee, waving her hand at you as she swallows, "and don't worry about the tonic stuff, honey, you don't have to be anxious with any of that. we’ll review.”

the way billie calls you more and more pet names as time goes on makes you stomach flip. of course, she probably calls all of her students some type of pet name, but it doesn't change the way it makes your cheeks feel hot to the touch as she gives you a smile when she calls you all sorts of sweet names.

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it’s the end of a long, dreary week when miss eilish calls your name just as class is about to end. you’re really not in the mood— slinging your bag against your desk with a huff, eyes burning with former tears when you found out that you had gotten a sixty on the test today.

you were just about to leave, collecting your things and shoving them into your bag when you hear billie repeat your name again, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation as your classmates gather their belongings and head out. "can you stay for a moment?"

you freeze, your stomach flipping as the rest of t your classmates filter out, their chatter fading into the hallway until it’s eventually quiet, and now it’s just you and billie. you keep your head down, pretending to check the straps of your bag awkwardly.

"close the door, please," she says, her tone casual but firm. you nod, your palms suddenly clammy as you push the door shut, returning back to your seat.

when you turn around, she’s perched on the edge of her desk, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. her blazer is draped over her chair, and her sleeves are rolled up just enough to reveal the faint edge of her hand tattoo. you swallow thickly.

"you’ve been tense lately," miss eilish starts, tilting her head slightly to give you concerned eyes. she opens her mouth like she wants to speak again, but she stops, giving you a chance to speak for yourself.

"i’m fine," you say quickly when given the chance, though the words feel hollow even to you.

she can tell you’re lying.

her lips curve into a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. it’s more sorrowful than all the other smiles she gives you, and she almost seems upset that you’re upset. “you’ve been saying that a lot, honey.”

you shrug, unsure of what else to say, so you avert your gaze to the floor. but she doesn’t let you off the hook so easily.

"school can be overwhelming," miss eilish continues, her voice softening. "but you don’t have to do it all alone, you know that, right? you can always—“

"i’m managing," you interrupt through a mumble, fiddling with the strap of your bag. you’re ready to bolt out the door. this is the first time that you wished you weren’t talking to billie right about now.

and as much as you want her to just hush and let you go, she doesn’t. her smile widens, just slightly as she tried to give you advice, "managing is one thing, but you’re allowed to take a break. you’re human. school it’s important, but it isn’t everything.”

her words catch you off guard. the way your name follows more intimate ones feels way too personal, like it doesn’t belong in this fluorescent-lit, dusty old classroom.

"i guess," you say, your voice quieter now. you don’t really know what to say. was there an appropriate response to this? and even if there was, you weren’t really in the mood at all.

"have you thought about doing something for yourself this weekend?" miss eilish asks, leaning back slightly, her hands resting on the edge of the desk behind her.

"not really," you admit, your attention definitely not on the conversation anymore. your eyes are fixated on her— her open top, her crossed legs, her freshly painted and cut nails…she was such a distraction.

billie hums thoughtfully, her eyes scanning your face like she’s trying to read you. "well, you should go out this weekend. do something fun, something that takes your mind off all of this for a while."

there’s a softness in her gaze that makes it hard to look away, even though every nerve in your body is screaming at you to do so.

"i’ll think about it," you say, forcing a small smile, though you really aren’t in the mood at all. but you muster up a fake laugh and a grin, packing up your final things to get ready and leave.

her eyes linger on you for a moment longer before she nods, sliding off her desk with a click! and grabbing her bags to go ahead and leave. "well, good. you deserve it."

────୨ৎ────

you don’t plan on going to this party.

you spend most of saturday afternoon curled up in your bed, your laptop balanced on your knees as you scroll aimlessly back and forth between netflix and pinterest, though neither of them really have your attention.

your intentions are mostly to take a chill day, but of course, your roommate, nadia— has other plans, bursting into your room halfway through the evening with a devilish grin and an outfit that screams bad decisions ahead!

"you’re coming with me," she announces, shaking a sequined top wildly before chucking it onto your covers. you don’t even look up at her, you just continue to scroll on your macbook as you shrug, informing her that you aren’t really interested in leaving your house.

"yes, you are," the girl insists insists, hands on her hips firmly. “you’ve been sulking all week. you need to get out! go get some bitches!”

"i’m not sulking," you protest, though the half-eaten bag of chips accompanied by a 3-day old dr. pepper can next to you might suggest otherwise. if it wasn’t for school, you really hadn’t left your dorm at all.

you felt like you were going crazy. school was kicking your ass, and all these little interactions with miss eilish just started to take more and more of a toll on you.

"come on, y/n," nadia speaks gently now, her tone softening out of respect for any decision you might make, though you know which one she wants you to make. "just one night. it’ll be good for you."

you sigh, glancing at the top she brought. it’s way flashier than anything you’d ever pick out for yourself, but her words stick with you. you needed to get out.

before you know it, you’re standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of the sequined top and trying to convince yourself that this is what you needed. you put on a light base of makeup and fix your hair in a lazy updo, but still cute enough to where it makes you look put together.

“you ready to go?” nadia asks, applying some lipstick in the mirror as she planted a kiss on your cheek, the red tint contrasting against your skin. you frown, but you’re still showing all teeth as you shrug, “i guess so.”

maybe this could be good for you.

────୨ৎ────

the party is already in full swing by the time you and nadia arrive.

the bass of the most popular and newest songs reverberates through the walls, and the air is thick with the mingling scents of beer, weed, and something sweet— perfume mixed with all of the above, probably.

you follow your roommate through the crowd, your left hand gripping nadia’s and your right holding your phone so tight you thought your fingers could snap. losing your phone has to be number one worst things to do at a party, and tonight was definitely not the night to have anything bad added to your plate of stress.

you’re scanning the room, trying to find a quiet corner to retreat to when you realize that nadia’s twerking on some random guy, which you definitely had no interest in.

you’re walking towards a small sitting section with low eyes, and that’s when you see her.

she’s leaning against the wall in the back of the room, one foot propped up behind her. a red solo cup dangles from her fingers, and a joint rests lazily in an ashtray next to her, being picked up every once in a while for her to take a hit. her hair is loose, cascading around her face in soft waves, and she’s wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants that are so at odds with her usual polished appearance, it’s almost dizzying to you.

and it takes you a moment to process that it’s her.

miss eilish.

your professor.

your heart pounds as you stand frozen in place, torn between looking away and staring at her forever. her usual collected and sweet demeanor is absolutely nowhere to be found, and is now replaced with what you can guess as the authentic, raw side of her.

before you can decide whether you should speak to her or pretend you never even saw her, miss eilish’s eyes meet yours across the room, scanning your outfit.

you felt naked in front of her. with your gold, backless top and your tiny black mini skirt, you felt so immodest for your teacher to see you like this. you just bit your lip and looked down, knowing already that there was virtually nothing you could do to get out of this situation.

for a moment, neither of you moves.

then, slowly but surely, her voice calls out your name, smooth and unmistakable, cutting through the noise of the party. it’s hard to miss although you try your best to ignore it.

she was your teacher. you needed to bolt in the other direction and never look back, but it was like your feet were working against you as you turn back, your pulse racing, to find her weaving through the crowd toward you.

"didn’t expect to see you here," miss eilish says, stopping just a foot away from your idle spot near the booths in the back.

"didn’t expect to see you here either," you manage, your voice trembling slightly as you shrug, hoping that your attempted nonchalance would calm your nerves.

it didn’t.

billie chuckles, a low, soft sound that sends a shiver down your spine. her eyes flick over you, analyzing every single little detail about you. she’s taking in your outfit with an amused tilt of her head as she speaks with a surprised nod, “nice top."

"thanks," you say, your cheeks flushing. the air is thick now, and a little awkward, so you cough in attempt to calm your nerves. but billie does that for you,

"having fun?" she asks to break the silence. she reaches for the joint, bringing it to her lips and taking a slow drag.

"i’m really trying to," you admit, your eyes following the movement of her hand as she exhales.

she holds the joint out to you, her lips curling into a playful smile. "want some?"

your breath catches, and for a moment, you hesitate. you had never really smoked before, and the thought of calming your nerves down a little actually appealed to you.

"it’s just a party," miss eilish says, her voice soft, almost coaxing. "no one’s judging. it’s up to you.”

you didn’t really want to say no anyways, so you nodded, expecting billie to hand you to the joint. instead, she pulls it to your lips, low eyes fixated you as you take a couple hits, the smoke slipping past your lips.

────୨ৎ────

you really don’t know how, but you end up outside with billie, the cool air electrifying and sobering all at once. you were honestly just overwhelmed with all the noise, and there was too much going on— so you decided to sit outside at a patio, smoking and giggling, your nerves eventually calming down.

“you feel better, love?” there she does again with that damn nickname.

“a little,” you admit, crossing your arms and rubbing your hands against them to warm yourself. your mind feels a little hazy and your body feels slow, but it feels good, and you can’t help but giggle with billie as the both of you make fun of each other’s red eyes and sleazy looks.

she laughs softly, the sound low and intimate. “thought you’d be studying, i’m surprised you left your dorm at all.”

you shrug, the corner of your mouth lifting. “guess i took your advice. plus…my roommate forced me.”

billie giggles, resting her head in her arms as she lays atop the patio table. she gives you sweet eyes, “there’s something about you that i really like, but i can’t put my finger on what it is...”

you bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying what you want to say. it’s wrong— it’s inappropriate, this is your teacher for God’s sake. but it wasn’t like you started it. maybe the both of you could keep a secret?

“you’re so pretty,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. your heart feels like it’s gonna pound out your chest, the tension crackling like static between you two. you should lean back, say something to defuse this moment, but you don’t.

instead, you stay rooted to the spot as her fingers brush your wrist, the touch sending a jolt through you.

“can i?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips so close now that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. you nod, unable to form words, and then her mouth is on yours, soft and deliberate, and you feel your whole body tense as she billie you.

it feels so wrong, but so so very right, and you smile a little bit because you know that deep down, you wanted this, and you got exactly that.

────୨ৎ────

you realize that you’ve taken it too far.

one kiss turned into five, and then ten, and fifteen minutes later, you��re sitting on billie’s counter with a wine glass in hand, though there’s only juice in it. she had invited you over because she figured neither you or nadia were sober and couldn’t really be out responsibly. it was a refuge that tou genuinely did need, so you accepted, waiting until you were at least sober enough get home safely.

billie sits her glass down and makes her way over to you, hands finding your waist as she looks you deep in your eyes, telling you her secret before she does. she licks her lips, “you’re twenty, right love?”

you nod, “yeah….um…how old are you, miss eilish?”

“twenty-seven.”

shit.

seven years doesn’t seem like a lot, but it kind of is. but all of that concern flies out the window when her lips latch on yours, when your black miniskirt is nothing but fabric discarded to the floor, when billie’s head in buried deep in between your legs.

her eyes flickered to your exposed pussy, looking up at you before licking up a long stripe all the way up to your clit. you whine, your hand immediately finding her hair as you gripped at it, a handful filling your slick palms. billie’s tongue browses everywhere on you before settling on a singular spot on your bud, making you tremble underneath her. she suckles at your clit, her curvy nose alternating from side to side, maximizing the pleasure. you yank at her scalp, struggling to form words, "m-miss eilish… oh my gosh, p-please...please don't stop.”

it felt like such a sin the way she had your back arching, fists grabbing the counters beneath you— and yet it felt so right at the same time.

billie’s mouth is too busy to respond to you, but she answers you in a nod, causing the tip of her nose to bump against the sweet spot of your swollen clit. you fight not to scream out, your teeth desperately sinking into your bottom lip so hard that they nearly bleed.

billie slides her hand up to your torso as she resumes her sweet assault on your slick heat, kneading at your bra accented breasts. your toes flinch, begging to curl, causing you to cry out as billie takes your whole bud in her mouth. your knuckles turn white from gripping the counter, and she can tell you're close by the swelling of your sensitive clit.

she pulls away, serving you only mere licks, "gonna cum for me?"

"yes, god, yes," you pant, your head flying backwards. the pleasure is strong enough to knock you out, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. the coil that's built up in your stomach finally snaps when billie returns to flicking her nose against your dripping cunt. her tongue settles idly against you, collecting all your juices, "so good, my good little girl, you did such a good job."

the stars in your eyes start to fade when your vision descends, looking directly at the girl who's basking in your current state. face all flushed, your cunt glistening and puffy, your hands still gripped against the table, your knuckles bleeding white. your chest rises, "want your fingers, miss eilish, please."

"since you asked so nicely," she coos, upstanding to her full height to peck you on the lips before shuffling in front of you. you shift backward so that she has full access to your pussy, watching as she gently plunged one finger into your sopping heat. a string of moans immediately rolls off your lips as you buck your hips forward, aching for more than what she was giving you.

"m-more," you pant, your eyes screwed shut.

"so greedy." billie nearly giggles, but she still adds another finger to the mix, per your request. she styles her thrusts in wide scissors, admiring your sloppy, relaxed state as you grunted beneath her. the tips of billie’s fingers curled upwards against your dilated walls, pressing against that sweet spongy spot deep within your core. a tingly feeling erupts in your stomach, making your hand fly to her exposed arms. your fingernails into her flesh, the outline of your acrylics leaving red semi circle marks on her bicep.

billie’s thumb unlatches from her palm, journeying to find your pulsing bud. she smiles when she locates it, rubbing tight, firm circles on it. you immediately clench around her fingers, "miss...oh my goodness, i-i can't..."

"c'mon," she encourages, her pace speeding up, "you can take it. you’re my best girl, always— in class, right now, prove me right, honey.”

you nod, although you were unsure about her statement. you chant her name like a prayer, moans escaping your throat. billie’s free thumb presses underneath your chin, forcing you to look at her. she looks back at you with stern eyes, "shut it up, or i'll stop, you hear me?"

"yes.”

“yes what?”

“yes ma’am.” you whine, watching as billie gives you a small nod before continuing to thrust her digits deeply inside you, watching you fall apart beneath her. your chest fluctuates and your back arches, your walls clenching irregularly around her fingers. she feels your core tighten, "that's it, good girl— i’ve got you honey. you can cum."

you do as told, your orgasm ripping through you as you cry out, your eyes sewn shut. billie continues to finger you—ignoring your post-orgasm sensitivity, grinning at the sight of you shaking at her tender touch.

"m-miss... f-feels s'good," you manage to breathe out, looking up at her smug face. she can't contain her giddy expression- she loved seeing you like this, a complete mess beneath her, your glistening body on display for her and only her. the squelching of your wet pussy is the only sound that fills the atmosphere, accenting her occasional praises.

“you wanna hear the truth?” billie starts, her movements not ceasing as she extended her height to put her face right up against your own, foreheads touching. “every since i watched you walk into my class, i couldn’t take my fuckin’ eyes off of you. you’re smart and attentive, fuck— so damn pretty. and i didn’t wanna lose my job, no, of course not— but i should’ve known that you were staying after so much just to come see me. is that true?”

you nod, the walls of your cunt tightening as you felt that familiar feeling grow in your abdomen as she continues, “i know, princess. but this our little secret, yeah? you keep your pretty mouth shut, and you can have whatever you want.”

the way she’s talking to you, it makes your stomach flip. you knew deep down that it was wrong, the way you’d have to slip past her in the halls like you didn’t see her, pretending like your attentiveness was just because of your love for the subject, though it really never was.

when you come down from your last orgasm and billie cleans you up, you’re laying in her bed with her clothes on, watching as she discards her own to throw on something more comfortable.

as she slips under the covers next to you, you feel her rest her chin in the crook of your neck, her hands resting on your waist.

“this is our little secret.”

and it was. you snuck around campus to see her, would linger behind in class just so you could steal a kiss before your next one. you’d leave after school and go to her apartment, drinking wine and making love, just to be back in her classroom the next morning.

she’d give you playful winks sometimes, and people speculated who miss eilish would’ve gone for, assuming it was some air headed guy in her sixth class. and though it was so very wrong, your lips couldn’t help but curl, knowing that you had gotten exactly what you wanted.

she was all yours.

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a-casual-kpopfan · 1 year ago

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It's a Date. - Karina

Shoutout to @capslocked for the little beta read. <3

I'm starting to get back into the writing groove, dropping small fics here and there. This was fairly short and sweet, I hope you all enjoy as usual. :)

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You were one of the hosts to take Aespa around New York while they’re on tour; today was an off day and you were with the group and their managers going out to several shopping districts and trying desserts throughout the day.

“Oppa, how come you’re not looking around for things?” Little Winter walking along next to you like a puppy, if a puppy can carry like 5 shopping bags with their paws.

“I live in the city Winter; this is my lifestyle.” You look around the shopping centre, it’s bustling and hustling as NYC would be normally. “Oh, come on oppa, there’s got to be something for you to do too, what about a girlfriend?” You had to think about it, it’s been a while since you were out with someone, let alone had a long-term relationship. “Ah, the last time I dated someone was back in college.” You gave a little smile to Winter as the two of you walked just behind the main group of members and managers.

Karina who’s walking along the main group takes a glance behind, seeing you and Winter laughing through your conversation. She excuses herself from the main group and slows down to the pace of you and Winter. “Ahh, what’s so funny?” Karina may be one of the most visually appealing idols and one of the most captivating people to ever walk this planet. But her looks don’t define who she is; Karina is actually a walking toddler.

Her cheeks are puffed up and lips in a pout. “Winter here is calling me a fossil, calling me old because I haven’t dated since college!” You were playing along with the act, acting a little whiny and childish which was alright, you’ve been with the girls a couple days already, they’re really playful and outgoing which is something you really appreciate seeing in Korean idols compared to a lot of Western stars you’ve hosted around every once in awhile.

Winter laughs uncontrollably on your left side, and is holding onto your arm, Karina is happy to see that there’s someone to trust outside of their group. “How old are you then oppa?” Karina tilts her head like a puppy, it really seems like Aespa as a group is a bunch of little puppies. “I’m 26 years old.” Winter pretends to be super shocked, exaggerating a dropped jaw. “Oh, my goodness, you’re a grandpa!”

“Yah, I’m only 3 years older than Karina.” Trying to defend yourself from Winter, but on the other side Karina is laughing at Winter’s reaction. “Oh, you’re not that old oppa, I just see the little white hairs appearing on your head.” Karina jokes around but catches you off guard making your jaw genuinely drop. “Ms. Karina!” Your jaw stays open but with a smile, you are putting your hand over your heart as if you got shot, but what really shot you is Karina’s smile and laughter.

Your walk through the mall was fun, it was all smooth going until…

“Oppa! Let’s go get you some clothes!” Giselle, the most fluent in English, pulls you into a local clothing shop. “Giselle!” The idol continued pulling your arm, you really didn’t have a choice. “Please, just call me Aeri.” With a reassuring smile that it’s okay to be on a first name basis at this point. “I feel like we’ll know each other a lot more after today.” Aeri with an excited smile, confuses you but you just go with the vibe.

“Oo, you'd be good with this… And this… We should try this too…” Aeri is picking out several pieces of clothing, going through different kinds of pants, looking at the blazers and some tops. “Giselle.” Aeri looks at you with a glare. “Aeri…” The glare changed to a smile, relieving you of possible stress. “Oppa, just try these on, okay?” Dumping a small pile of clothes into your arms, all you could do is sigh and accept it.

You went through multiple variations of outfits from all the clothes that Aeri has chosen for you. After spending about a half hour trying on clothes, there was a set that both you and Aeri found fond of. “Wah, oppa! You look so handsome!” You were wearing a short sleeve dark blue blazer, though worn open and on the inside, a nice grey, almost a salt & pepper style t-shirt, a black jean, complemented with a very dark brown leather shoe. “Wow, I have to hand it to you; you have great style Aeri.”

“Perks of being an idol~” You look through the mirror and watch Aeri pose with a V sign, making you laugh.

“That decides it, let’s go buy them!” You shook your head and looked at Aeri through the mirror. “I may be making decent money but buying all this is too expensive for me.” Your little shopping companion comes up to the mirror and looks you in the eye. “Oppa, who said you were going to pay?” And out of her pocket is her credit card from the company. “Yah, wouldn’t they be mad if you bought something not for you with this card?”

“This is the least that I can do being such a great host for us the last couple days.” You turn around to see a sincere smile and it doesn’t seem like she would take ‘No’ as an answer. “Okay, you win this round.” Aeri clapping her hands and you shrug in defeat as you make yourself to a change room with your original clothing.

Aeri kept to her word, now you’re walking along with Ningning and holding quite a lot of clothing. “Are you having fun with us, oppa?” It’s almost like each member is having their turn with you throughout the day. “Sure, I am Ningning, I get to spend time with very famous idols.” Ningning wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “What do you really like to do for fun?” You were confused as to why the idols are being really personal with you lately.

“Hmm, I’m originally from South Korea, but after moving here I really grew into North American culture. Watching basketball games, going out for bar food like wings and burgers with friends late at night. I do enjoy playing billiards, I’m always open to trying new activities.” Ningning now seems to be happy with that answer. “It seems that you’re very active.” You and Ningning kept the conversation going with each other, more and more you’re finding out the girls like to drink and eat a lot in the dorm, yet they seem so fit for the amount of food they consume and more Ningning is finding out your habits here in New York.

Once finding a restaurant to have a late lunch, you and the group were seated but you offered to sit separately as you would like to give the girls and managers their privacy.

“Nonsense! You’re sitting with us!” Karina was not happy with your suggestion. “You’re a part of us and you’re sitting with us.” The leader was standing firm, and wouldn't budge for anything. “Because you’re trying to bail on us, I’m making you sit next to me to keep an eye on you.” Karina poking your chest with her finger, you were given no choice. You couldn’t help but smile about it and shrugged. “Good, let’s go.” Karina grabbed your hand and dragged you in.

You were led to a large table fitting for 8 near the back of the restaurant, not completely private but obscure enough to eat comfortably. Karina sat on a bench with Winter and a manager beside her, one seat was left, and you were going to offer it to Ningning or Giselle, but you watch them already sit on the other side of the table with their other managers. “Nope, with me oppa.” Karina was sitting down, looking up to you with a smile.

“I really can’t get away from you, can I?” You finally gave up and sat down to the group’s leader. “Looks like someone has a liking for him.” Winter nudges Karina, shortly getting a slap to the leg to deny the teasing. “Yah…” You couldn’t hear the little whispers, you tried to ignore everything so the members can have a sense of comfortability and privacy, but then Karina can easily notice that you’re feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey… It’s okay.” Karina lays her palm on top of your hand and pats it. “Just be yourself, that’s all I ask for.” Her head is on a tilt, her smile, sincere. You nod your head and try your best to follow Karina’s asking. She’s always tried to make sure that her members were comfortable, that her manager was okay, but you being an outsider only have been with them for a short amount of time, Karina had always made sure that everyone was alright, she’s a great leader.

Lunch went smoothly, you and the managers had some good laughs, the members were having a good time, but alas all things must come to an end. The shopping is done, lunch is over, now you’re walking the girls and managers back to the hotel.

You bid your farewells, but Karina comes running back to you before you have the chance to leave the premises. “Oppa, I have a favour to ask you.” Karina's demeanour is off, hands behind her back, one foot balance on her toes, her eyes facing the ground, avoiding your gaze. “What is it, Karina?” You were curious, it’s not everyday you have a beautiful woman in front of you acting like a fool.

“I... Uh… Have this friend who’s coming to the city later tonight… I was hoping you could tour her around, like you did with us?”

“Oh… What could I have hoped for?”

“Sure, what time should I meet her?” You accepted without an issue, you wanted to be a good guy, you just spent a few days with the group and why should you decline? It’s not like you have a date to attend to.

“Yay! Thank you oppa, here’s her number, meet her here at 8pm!” Karina hands you a paper with an unusual phone number, not an area code you’re familiar with but you took in anyways. “Thank you oppa.” Karina bowed in respect before running back inside the hotel.

You would be a little disappointed, but this is a favour.

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You make it back to the hotel at the time Karina told you to be there by, you texted the phone number that you arrived in the front. Good thing Aeri took you to go shopping for new clothes, you must dress up a little for the New York nightlife.

You: Hey, I’m in front of the lobby.

Unknown: I’ll be right there!

That reply came quickly, you were on a look out for someone outside the hotel, but the results would surprise you.

“Good evening oppa.”

You spin around to Karina, a different outfit from this afternoon. Instead of a white sweater and a long skirt, the Aespa leader is changed into a thin back long sleeve, mesh-like material being near fully see-through, a black bandeau underneath, complimenting her large bust and curves, paired with blue jeans and to finish with black boots.

“K-Karina?!”

Shocked to see the leader alone, no supervision, not even anyone watching from the entrance. “I hope you don’t mind me taking off my extensions, I felt like the short hair for our date.” Karina plays with her hair then smiles at you, she has somewhat of a gummy smile.

“Wait, I’m sorry, our date?” You were extremely caught off guard, Karina? Aespa’s leader? A kpop idol? A date? With you? “You could have better options than this old man.” The idol slowly walked towards you, grabbing your hand with both of hers, it’s now you really took the time to see, Karina has baby hands. “Why not? You treated us well, made sure we were comfortable, this is the least I could do… And I want to get to know you more.”

“But I live here, you need to go back to South Korea soon.” The idol was only giggling, she probably has already thought about it, otherwise you wouldn’t think she would go through the trouble of setting up a date with you. “We can cross that bridge when we get to it. There is a lot of tour guides in South Korea that would like a bilingual tour guide.”

With Karina’s amazing smile looking at you the way it is, how could you deny her?

“Okay Karina.”

“Please, my name is Yu Jimin.”

You smile and chuckle.

“Okay Jimin, what would you like to do tonight?”

She pulled away one hand, but still held yours with one. “Hmmm…” Her facial expression turned to a pout, playfully laying a finger on her chin, exaggerating the fact she’s thinking. “How about we go to a bar, get some wings and maybe watch a basketball game if there’s any?” Your jaw was left open, how could she have known?

“Ningning?”

“Mhmm.” With a cute nod.

How would you survive spending the night with Kar- Jimin?

The two of you walked off in a direction where you heard was a good restaurant that had some of the best wings and flavours, Jimin couldn’t let go of your hand, she was basically latched on your arm at this point.

“Oppa, are the New York Knicks any good?”

“Oh man… Don’t get me started…”

#karina #yu jimin #aespa #kpop fic #male reader #aespa fic #idol x reader

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titan-senpai · 10 months ago

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hiii! i read your valentino smut, and i hate him with every bone in my body, but i absolutely loved it. i was maybe hoping you could do some husk smut? i love him sm and i feel like he doesnt get enough love 😭 thankss so much and stay safe <3

𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[ Inspired by the song : Greedy, OR3O ft. Swiblet ]

Let's say before he made a deal with Alastor he owned the most famous casino in Hell . And Y/N being a gambler in their past lives decides to visit the place. placing risky bets adrenalin flying. catches a certain cat's eyes, what they didn't know they slept with the most famous casino owner...

Warning; Cursing, Intoxitaded, influenced by alcohol, alcohol use, NSFW, Smut, gambling [GN Reader!]

More of my Hazbin/Helluva content? Check it out here!

A/N; I LOVE HUSK, WE LOVE HUSK MWA MWA <3

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Walking in the so-called 'Most famous casino of Hell' as I showed the guard outside my reservation on my phone as he nodded letting me in. taking a look around the casino it looked like any normal casino? "Would you like a drink dear.." a waiter said i nodded as he gave me a drink on flame. "is it your first time here?" he asked looking how i was looking around. "yeah i guess, i haven't gotten time to come here.." I sighed. "We'll be in luck because the casino has no end here! Live your life to the fullest here my dear.." he smiled before waving goodbye as i smiled walking to a poker table.

Taking a seat as the person behind the game handed everyone cards. "Let's begin.." Succubi said, as I picked up my cards looking at them. Seeing it was a low hand. One said "Bet" as the person set 10 poker chips. "Call,"the other woman said. I thought for a second, "Actually.. Raise you to 30.." I said with a smirk as I placed my chips. "I'll raise it to 300.."The woman said in full confidence.. "Fold.."the man said next to me. "I play by my own rules..Call you to.."I smirked.. "A soul." I smirked as she gave me a fear look in the eye "Not any soul.. My own one." I looked her dead in the eyes. "Fo-o-l-d.."She said, trembling. I laughed as I felt the adrenaline kick in as I placed my cards on the table. as the succubi gave me their chips. I smiled as I asked the waiter to get me a drink.

Hearing footsteps behind me as a certain person walked to me wearing a suit taking a seat next to me, "That was quite an impressive young one.."He smiled as he ordered the waiter. "You want something to drink dear? My treat?" I smiled, "I'm good, I'm waiting for my drink." He fixed his tie "Those are cheap drinks.. I've got the good stuff. '' I didn't care at this point. I wanted to have some fun anyway so I nodded as he placed an order.

An hour passed by as I was a bit tipsy and so was he. "Woa.. careful doll.. Wouldn't want your pretty/handsome/Gorgeous face to get hurt.." without thinking i kissed him as he held my face. I didn't know how long that kiss was but he pulled away. "Let's take this upstairs?" he signald people as they led us through the crowd to an elevator. I stood there as he scanned a gold card and clicked the gold button going all the way to floor 666.

He held me as the doors opened revealing a gorgeous penthouse with a painting of him. "Woaaahh" I smiled looking around as he helped me to his bedroom as i took a seat on the bed. his lips connecting with mine both desperate for each others touch, "R u sure you want this darlin?" He smiled taking off his blazer and undershirt. "Yes.."I moaned as he attached his lips on my neck as he took my clothes off. Soon he took his boxers off revealing his Grey cock with white freckles leaking with pre-cum my insides desprate for him just by looking at it. pushing his cock inside as I let out a pornographic moan. "Holy Shit-.." Husk said as he grunted in my shoulders. slowly pushing his entire cock inside as my face showed pure bliss. finally it was at his base. "Oh my... you're taking my like a champ.." he smiled as he pulled out not fully just keeping his tip inside as i finally could breath before i could react i felt him push it in with power letting out a moan pushing my head on the pillow. The air out my lungs knocked right out as he sped up my eyes rolling even further now as I had my first orgasm, my hands reaching for him as he bent down still pounding it in me as my arms started to cling onto his back, my nails scratching him. "Right there!"I cried as he grunted going faster soon his movements became sloppy and started slowing down. "Where do you want me.." he said looking at me with a tired look. "inside.. inside please.." I whimpered. as he sped up reaching his own orgasm as he painted my insides white. his head going back from the pure bliss as i reached my own after he came my eyes shutting as my body shook.

pulling out as white liquid dripped out of me. Standing up as he got me a cup of water. sitting up taking the cup drinking water as he sat next to me. "Thank you for this.." He smiled laying back down. gulping down the water. "No thank you.. I've never got your name sir?"

"It's Husk, it's a pleasure meeting you."

#husk x reader #hazbin hotel #habzin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbinhotel #husk smut #hazbin husk x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #smut #habzin hotel

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luvsae · 1 year ago

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kang saebyeok as your guitarist girlfriend | bullet point story [1] . . ♡

- kang saebyeok x gn!reader

note: this is just the intro so she isn't your girlfriend yet

- you actually met saebyeok at a show that she was playing at a bar

- the whole band was good but you couldn't keep your eyes off of her

- she noticed at one point and made eye contact with you, sending a cheeky smile your way

- you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach - she was really pretty

- she had on a tux, but the blazer was off, leaving her with a messy bow tie and a white shirt - it was perfect

- after the show you stayed for a bit to have one more drink and hopefully see the guitarist (who you now knew as saebyeok since the whole band introduced themselves)

- as you took a sip of your drink, the seat beside you was suddenly filled

- looking over, you noticed saebyeok

- you almost spit out your drink because of how beautiful she was

- she noticed your stare and laughed. "hi"

- "hi," you replied back. "the show was really good"

- she grinned, taking a sip of her drink. "thank you. were you staying after the show just for me?" saebyeok teased

- you felt your cheeks heat up, not knowing what to say at first. "well, i did want to see you, but i didn't expect for you to sit next to me"

- saebyeok chuckled to herself before taking a napkin and a pen, then writing down her phone number

- "call me when you get home, okay?"

- you practically ran home after saebyeok gave you her number

- after waiting a bit, you decided to text her

you: hey its y/n :)

- a few minutes later, she texted you back

saebyeok: hey there, didn't think you'd text me haha

y/n: how could i not? you're really interesting

saebyeok: ohhhh you're interested in me?? ;)

- you couldn't help but smile like an idiot - why was this girl so interesting to you?

saebyeok: we should hangout soon. let's go to a coffee shop

y/n: im down

- the two of you actually followed through with the plans of going out, and today happened to be the day

- you changed your outfit three times before coming to a decision - it wasn't too casual, but not too fancy

- suddenly you heard a knock at your door. shit she was here a bit earlier than expected

- rushing over to the door, you opened it and saw saebyeok. she was in cargo pants and a loose top - she was beautiful

- "hey," you smiled sheepishly. "come in"

- she entered your home. "sorry im here a bit early. there's gonna be traffic soon so i thought that i should come here a bit earlier"

- "that's okay," you nodded. "i just need to get my bag and then we can go"

- as you went to get your bag you couldn't help but smile to yourself. you were so excited !!

- the two of you eventually left and drove over to the coffee shop. you learned some things about the girl

- she was the same age as you, her favorite color is blue, she's been playing guitar for a few years now

- you also told her some facts about yourself, it was nice

- the both of you talked and had some coffee, laughing at all the stupid and cheesy jokes that saebyeok told you

- she complimented you a few times too, and you couldn't help but blush because of that

- "you're really pretty" "you really light up the room" "your laugh is pretty too"

- the hangout didn't end after that because the two of you then went to the pet store

- you practically dragged saebyeok over to the section where the cats were, squealing over the little animals

- "this one is so cute i want to adopt them all"

- "that would be a lot of cat food"

- "but it's worth it!"

- saebyeok was more interested in the birds and frogs - she thought they were cool

- "these little guys would be great companions, don't you think?" "they are really cute. netflix frog!"

- "you're adorable"

- after that you would go to a video game store (this was for saebyeok as she played games on her days off)

- "what games do you like?" you asked her

- "i like survival games. i played one recently called the forest, you should play it with me one day"

- "that would be fun"

- saebyeok ended up buying a copy of minecraft for one of her consoles after you said you played that game often

- the day would soon end and saebyeok would bring you home. she made you stay a bit longer because the sunset was nice (others would argue she just wanted to spend more time with you)

- you would take a picture of the sunset before turning to saebyeok. "we should take a picture in front of the sunset, what do you say?"

- "of course"

- the two of you would huddle close and take a picture - saebyeok was stunning as she was drawn out by the sunlight

- saebyeok would walk you to your door and smile at you. "did you have fun?"

- "that was the most fun ive had in a while, thank you"

- "would you wanna do it again?" she asked, putting her hands in her pockets

- "if you have ideas on where to go, and if you plan to get me that cat, then yes" you teased

- she grinned and nodded. "alright, y/n. i don't know if i can get you that cat, though"

- you rolled your eyes playfully. "i'll see you again soon, saebyeok. text me when you get home"

- "will do"

- and with that, your first hangout with saebyeok was done

- you couldn't help but feel giddy and excited over spending the whole day with her

- you couldn't wait until your next adventure

#kang sae byeok #saebyeok fluff #saebyeok x reader #fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #squid game #saebyeok imagines #bullet point fic #headcanons

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kymerawrites · 7 months ago

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friends to lovers to ...?

Shym, Simon’s closest friend - maybe even best friend. She were one of the few people he didn’t actually hate. Sure, they bickered over stupid things, but they stayed close either way especially after being friends since year eight, now in year twelve.

Simon leaned back against the wall of the stairwell in their high school as he waited for shym, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

“Bloody hell, where is she..”, he muttered, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he looked around for any sign of Shym. He knew she would probably tell him not to smoke and lecture him, but it’s not like he’d actually listen.

As he finished up the cigarette, he dropped it on the ground, stepping on it and putting it out before shoving his hands into his pockets. Simon always wore the school’s dark navy blue blazer and trousers, but today his shirt was an unusual colour being white instead of the standard dark grey one. He didn’t really care for most things, including his uniform.

And there she came, looking sad, angry, confused? He couldn’t place her emotions today

Simon’s expression softened slightly as he saw her, noticing that she didn’t seem herself. He pushed himself off the wall and approached her.

“Hey. You alright?”

He said as he came up in front of her, looking at her face to try and figure out what was wrong.

I just scoffed “it’s Mike.” Mike was my boyfriend, but lately we haven’t been on good terms since a party incident.

I laughed and said with venom in my voice “oh yeah he did, just because I once again did not want him to take my virginity in a random persons bed.” I rolled my eyes

Simon shook his head in disapproval as he leaned back against the wall once again.

“For the love of God.. when are you going to break up with him already.”

He said, clearly annoyed and yet a hint of concern was present in his voice.

“There’s no point of staying in a relationship when all he keeps doing is accusing you of cheating and pressuring you to do something you don’t want to.”

Simon said as he let out an exasperated breath, leaning his head back against the wall. He really didn’t understand why she hadn’t just broken up with that bastard yet.

His expression softened again as he looked at her properly this time, noticing how down she looked. He hated seeing her like this.

“It’s your choice to stay with him, but you know I’ll support you whatever you chose. Even if you do chose to keep a toxic prick as a boyfriend.”

"si.. I don't know how to break up with him."

Simon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly, trying to calm his annoyance of the situation.

“Just be straight forward with him. Tell him that you’re done and it’s over. Don’t let him guilt trip you back into staying because he “can change” or some bullshit. He’s an arsehole and you deserve better than that.”

i smiled and looked down at my feet, I sighed "to be honest, I wish that was the case, but that isn't the case you know?.."

Simon’s expression went from annoyance to concern at hearing her words, noticing the sadness in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

He asked as he pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to her, looking over her as she looked down at her feet.

"he knows a lot of stuff, and I mean maybe even more than you.. he's the only person who actually understands and listens to my.. problems." I said softly

Simon froze as she said that, the concern in his expression quickly turning to anger that was poorly concealed.

“That’s what this is about.. he’s holding whatever secrets you have over your head to keep you from leaving him.”

He spoke through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists in his pockets, trying to stay calm but it was a struggle.

"si its okay, its no biggie!" I pushed him slightly on the shoulder, I noticed he got bigger, not fat but I felt more muscle.

Simon let her shove him as he tried to calm down, but it was obvious that what she said had angered him more than he was showing.

“No biggie? How can it not be a biggie? The guy is manipulating you into staying in a goddamn one sided and unhealthy relationship!”

He said as he clenched his jaw as he was struggling to keep his voice down.

Simon became really angry, I felt the heat radiating off "Simon I will be okay, relationships have their ups and downs, you know that right?"

“The downs shouldn’t include cheating accusations and manipulation.”

He said through gritted teeth, his anger towards her boyfriend only growing the more she defended him. She didn’t seem to realize how toxic their relationship really was, and it pissed him off.

I just sighed "can we please talk about something else?"

Simon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm down.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

He said, his voice still edged with irritation, but it was significantly calmer than a moment ago.

i grabbed his arm and pinched it "look at those muscles! you really are taking the gym seriously"

Simon’s expression softened slightly when she changed the topic, but he frowned again when she pinched his arm.

“Oi, cut it out.”

He said in annoyance but still letting her pinch his arm as he looked down at her with an unimpressed expression, but he couldn’t stay annoyed at her for too long.

"since that one gym class in junior year you just start to make urself ready to enlist in the army, did those secret operation presentations caught your attention?"

Simon shrugged as he leaned back against the wall, his arms now crossed over his chest.

“Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t. What if I just want to get fit?”

He said teasingly with a smirk, glancing over at her.

"now lets not get it twisted!" I touched his cheek as a joke "looks were never a problem anyway for you" I touched his scar, the scar that made his face, and who did that? his dad. every time I see Simon I remember he survived abuse. and I tried to always be there and uplift him

Simon’s expression softened a bit more, the tension in his body slowly fading away as she touched his cheek and then his scar.

“You’re too nice to me.”

He said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he tried to make a joke but he was struggling to. The mention of his scar always brought up memories of things he tried to forget, but for whatever reason he didn’t mind when it was her who bought it up.

and then the bell rang, "it seems we got to go to our literature class!" I grabbed his hand and held it as I ran with him towards the classroom

Simon was practically dragged to class as she grabbed his hand and started to run. He was surprisingly able to keep up with her, his long legs able to quickly catch up to her pace.

“Bloody hell! Slow down will you? We ain’t late yet.”

Although he said this, he was struggling to hold back a smile, enjoying her energetic personality.

"Simon, I really do not give a fuck! today we get the information about our day trip to New York to see the play."

His eyes widened slightly as he remembered about the day trip.

“Bloody hell, I almost forgot about that day trip. You’re way too excited over this.”

He said, although his tone betrayed his actual interest as he let her drag him into the classroom.

"come on we'll see New York and everything! now lets get to class" as we walked in I sat next to mike until I saw Simon standing at my table staring daggers

Simon didn’t appreciate seeing her sit next to her boyfriend, his annoyance at the boy returning immediately. He stood next to her table, staring at the boy with a look that was filled with anger and almost contempt.

i kissed mike "baby I'm sitting next to Simon today alright? in gym we can meet up again"

Mike glanced up at Simon, shooting him an annoyed look as shym kissed him. However, he gave a small nod to her.

“Fine.”

He said bluntly, leaning back against his chair, his gaze briefly flicking to Simon who was standing next to them.

Once Mike agreed, Simon immediately took the chair next to shym. He slumped back against the chair with an annoyed expression before he leaned over to her, lowering his voice.

“You honestly could’ve picked a better seat partner.”

He said, his eye flicking over to Mike for a brief second.

However, before shym could respond, their teacher, Mrs. Smith walked into the classroom, drawing their attention.

“Alright class, settle down. I have important news regarding an upcoming day trip.”

The class immediately got quiet as they waited for their teacher to continue. Some students were more interested than others, but they gave the teacher their attention regardless.

Mrs. Smith looked around at the class before she spoke once again.

“Tomorrow, you will be going on a day trip into New York to see the play ‘Romeo & Juliet.’”

"we'll be going with the train you know" I whispered

Simon nodded slightly, leaning over even closer to her so that they wouldn’t be heard by other students. His eyes flicked over to Mike, noticing that he was still paying attention.

“Yeah, I know. But I bet it’ll be packed with a bunch of annoying idiots.”

He leaned back into his chair as Mrs. Smith continued speaking about the details of the day trip, things like when they’ll be leaving and how to organise themselves.

He leaned back into his chair, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced over at shym, not even pretending to pay attention to whatever their teacher was saying.

After a few more minutes of listening to their teacher, Simon zoned out as the conversation changed to a discussion about Romeo & Juliet with some of the students. He found the topic to be boring, instead he let his thoughts wander.

He thought about the day trip, how the train journey was going to be packed with teenagers with their loud voices and excited chattering. The thought of sitting for god knows how long next to annoying teenagers didn’t please him at all.

but at least he had shym

That was true. At least he would have one person who wouldn’t be utterly annoying while on the train.

His thoughts went from the train ride to the play itself. It was ‘Romeo & Juliet’ for god’s sake. Of course it’s the typical cheesy love story. It was too cliche and typical for his liking.

And he just knew that all of the girls in their grade would swoon over the male actors who played Romeo. He let out a scoff at the thought. He couldn’t understand why the girls were so obsessed over love stories like Romeo & Juliet.

"class dismissed." mrs smith said and Simon came back to reality

Simon was snapped out of his thoughts as Mrs. Smith dismissed the class. He stood up from his seat and stretched his legs, his body still a little stiff from sitting in the same position for too long.

I stood up and fixed my skirt "well si, I'll see you tomorrow on the station, you'll wait for me right?"

Simon looked at her as he nodded in confirmation.

“Of course I’m gonna wait for you. Wouldn’t want you to be late or anything.”

He said, folding his arms as he leaned against the table, the last of the students leaving the room.

the next day was chaotic and it resulted in Simon waiting on the station while the rest left already

Simon drummed his fingers impatiently against the side of his thighs as he waited on the platform.

He looked at the time on his phone, tapping his foot against the ground as he waited for the tardy shym. He was slightly annoyed but not overly so.

"SIMON RILEY." I screamed

His head immediately snapped around to look at the sound of her voice. He raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner when he saw her running towards him.

“About bloody time. I was starting to wonder if you’d ever show up.”

i slapped his chest lightly "why are you not on that train!?"

Simon raised his hands in defense as she slapped his chest.

“Easy there, I only waited because I was waiting for your irresponsible ass to show up.”

He said with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.

I just shook my head "so what now we take the next train? and miss the play?"

He let out a sigh as he thought for a moment.

“I guess we have no other choice.”

Simon checked the time on his phone and groaned in frustration.

“Bloody hell, we’ll barely make it in time before the play starts.”

i sighed "lets try at least." and waited for the train to arrive

“Yeah, better than nothing.”

Simon leaned back against the side of the platform railing as they waited for the next train to arrive. He glanced around the platform, noticing that majority maybe everyone of their peers had already left on the first train.

It wasn’t long before the next train arrived and they got on, with no seats available so they stood

As the train sped towards New York, Simon was leaned back against a pole, facing shym as he watched her struggle to keep her balance with the train’s speed. He looked her up and down with a smirk, before he spoke.

“You really aren’t good with train rides, are you?”

"yeah as if-" the train came to a sudden halt as we reached a stop

Simon was taken by surprise when the train suddenly came to a halt, causing her to fall forwards into his arms. His reflexes kicked in, his arm wrapping around her to keep her from falling down.

They ended up in a very close intimate position with her face only mere centimeters away from his. And for a brief moment, time seemed to slow down.

Their faces were almost touching, her eyes looking up at his. Simon’s breath hitched as he realised their closeness, his arm around her waist holding her tightly to help keep her balance.

He quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he loosened his grip on her, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart.

He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his and it was causing his heart rate to increase. He was slightly annoyed at his reaction, but he couldn’t help it.

“You’re more clumsy than I thought.”

He said, trying to sound more nonchalant than he was feeling.

"uh yeah.. sorry.." I said laughing

He looked back at her, a hint of a smirk on his face at her laughter.

“Just try not to trip and fall all over me, yeah?”

He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He still had his arm around her waist, holding her steady.

The train jolted as it continued on its journey towards New York. With the speed in which the train was going, Simon continued holding her to keep her from falling again.

He couldn’t ignore the fact that he was enjoying the close proximity of their bodies. Despite his usual cold and aloof nature, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest.

As they stepped off the train, shym was immediately in awe of the city. She took in every detail, her eyes wide with wonder.

Simon followed behind her, his hands shoved in his pockets as he glanced around. He was still trying to maintain his usual blank expression, but he couldn’t help but be impressed by the city as well.

They made their way out of Grand Central, to the hustle and bustle of the city filling the air.

"simon…" I said slowly

Simon glanced down at her, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

“Yeah?”

He asked, his voice neutral but his eyes giving him away in showing his interest.

"can we do this every weekend? maybe spend Christmas here?" I almost pleaded and I was excited the city looked just like the rom coms I watched in my dorm every night

Simon raised an eyebrow and his smirk widened slightly at her eagerness.

“Bloody hell, you really love this city, don’t you?”

He asked in amusement, before he continued to answer her question.

“But yeah, why not? We can try to come here every weekend or something.”

I looked on my phone and rolled my eyes "let's explore and not go to that play." and I started walking "We will be tourists today!"

Simon chuckled at her eagerness and rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.

“Bloody hell, you’re going to end up making us lost you know?”

He said, still following her as she started walking, looking down at her with a smirk.

“But fine, we’ll be tourists for the day.”

Simon found himself being pulled by her from place to place, her excitement contagious. They did almost everything they could that day, seeing time square, Brooklyn bridge, Empire State Building, and even making it to the Statue of Liberty.

Despite his usual aloof nature, he found himself getting caught up in the moment. He saw how happy shym was, and it made him happy as well.

"okay last thing for today and that's Central Park, after that I want to get food." I said excitedly

Simon chuckled as she mentioned Central Park as the last stop of their day. He could see how tired she was, but he was also exhausted himself.

“Yeah, I think we’ve done enough for today. Central Park it is, then food, sounds good.”

He said in agreement, stretching his arms as they began walking towards Central Park.

we saw the squirrels, went on a horse carriage and after we god some hot pot next door until we saw the time and it was 11 PM "uh.. Simon?"

As they finished their food, Simon leaned back in his chair with a satisfied expression, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Damn, that was some good food.” He said, before noticing the time.

“What is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"we missed the last train." I said irritated

Simon let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“God dammit, you’re such a pain in the ass…”

He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“How the hell are we supposed to get back now?”

"we'll get a hotel. I know one and saw a good one night deal."

Simon raised an eyebrow at her suggestion, slight surprise in his expression.

“A hotel? Seriously?”

He said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“And you’re sure they have a good night deal and they’ll let us check in this late?”

"ofcourse, I'm shym fucking medusa" I said sarcastically

Simon couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter at her sarcastic response. He smirked at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Oh yeah, cause that name will get us into any hotel no problem.”

He said sarcastically in return, chuckling slightly.

"come on lets take a cab to timesquare its next to it."

Simon playfully rolled his eyes at her as he stood up from his chair.

“Alright, alright, lead the way Medusa…”

He said sarcastically, gesturing for her to lead the way out of the restaurant.

as they went towards timesquare with the cab they successfully got into a hotel, the catch? it was a romantic couple get away with view on timesquare

As they arrived and walked into the hotel lobby, they were instantly met with the romantic atmosphere. The lobby had a warm and intimate ambience, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background.

Simon looked around with raised eyebrows, silently cursing under his breath at the romantic getaway feeling of the place.

“Bloody hell…”

He mumbled, following her up to the receptionist.

i grabbed my card "hi can we book for 1 night only?"

The receptionist gave a friendly smile as she looked up from her computer screen.

“Of course, ma’am. Let me just check the availability.”

She typed something on her computer, looking for vacant rooms.

“We have one available room. However, it’s our special couple’s package room.”

The receptionist said, looking up at them.

I looked at Simon with a funny expression "that'll be great! thank you."

Simon’s eyes widened slightly as the receptionist mentioned the “couple’s package” room. He glanced at shym with a look that said, ‘you can’t be serious.’

“Are you sure-”

But he was cut off by shym accepting the room. He let out a small sigh, resigned to the situation.

“Alright, I guess we’ll take it.”

as they entered the room they were met with a bed full of rose petals and a jacuzzi, the blinds were still open and we had an amazing view of timesquare I walked towards the window and could only bring myself to say "wow."

Simon followed shym into the room, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. His eyes fell on the bed covered in rose petals, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Bloody hell… they went all out for this couple’s package, didn’t they?”

He said with a hint of sarcasm, walking further into the room. He saw her looking out the window at the view of Times Square.

and then I saw it a jacuzzi, "Simon, this is some VIP shit, and we are going in that jacuzzi. now." I said demanding

Simon chuckled at her demanding tone, a smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest.

“Bossy, aren’t you?”

He said teasingly, raising an eyebrow at her. The idea of getting into the jacuzzi was certainly tempting, but he couldn’t help but mess with her a little.

"aw come on! we went to the beach together in 9th remember? plus campus doesn't have this luxury bath.." I pouted

Simon chuckled at her pouting, shaking his head in amusement. He remembered the time they went to the beach together and how carefree they were back then.

“Bloody hell, can’t believe you brought that up…”

He said with a smirk, running a hand through his hair.

“But I guess you’re right, campus baths ain’t got nothing on this. Fine, let’s get in the jacuzzi.”

i undressed myself and forgot I was wearing red lace underwear today, me and Simon haven't also seen each other in this type of clothes since 9th, matter of fact he was wearing a hoodie that day so I never saw him undressed

Simon's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the red lace underwear. His face betrayed a moment of surprise, his cheeks slightly tinging pink for a second before he composed himself. His eyes trailed up her body, taking in the sight of her.

He remembered that day at the beach, how carefree and innocent they were. He hadn’t seen her like this since then. He quickly broke out of his momentary surprise and smirked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Red lace, huh? Trying to impress someone?”

I started to blush "I was in a rush.." I walked towards the jacuzzi and sat in it waiting for it to start bubbling

Simon chuckled as he saw her blushing, his smirk widening. He found her flustered reaction endearing. He walked over to the jacuzzi and sat opposite her, the water swirling and bubbling around them.

“In a rush, huh? Sure, that’s why you chose the red lace.”

He teased, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

The warm water of the jacuzzi provided a relaxing atmosphere, the jets creating gentle waves around them. Simon leaned back, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, his eyes watching her.

He couldn’t help but notice how the water accentuated her curves and how the lace of her underwear stood out against her skin. It was a sight that stirred something in him, but he tried to brush it off.

I response I looked at him the abs he got were really noticeable and I bit my lip trying not to be noticed

Simon noticed her biting her lip, his smirk growing slightly as he caught her looking at his abs. He puffed out his chest a little, showing off his physique.

“Like what you see?”

He said in a cocky tone, jokingly flexing his biceps.

"I like what I see" I said teasingly

Simon chuckled at her playful response, his smirk widening. He splashed some water at her, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh, do you now? Didn’t know you were such a fan of the abs.”

He said jokingly, running a hand over his abs.

I splashed water back at him and it became a water fight, until I sat between his legs, I don't know how I ended up there but I looked in his eyes, those dark eyes.. they looked dreamy and I couldn't take my eyes off them. my breath became harder and I started to kiss him

Simon was caught off guard when she suddenly sat between his legs, the water fight coming to an unexpected end. They were face to face, their bodies pressed against each other in the hot tub.

He could feel her breath against his skin as their eyes locked, and her intense gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

As she leaned in and started kissing him, his mind went hazy. All his usual guarded demeanor melted away in that moment, replaced by a raw desire. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The kiss became more passionate, their lips and tongues working together in a perfect rhythm. Simon couldn’t help but moan softly into the kiss, his hands roaming over her body.

The water in the jacuzzi sloshed around them, the heat of the moment building between them. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her body against his.

Simon broke off the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked into her eyes, trying to fight the growing desire that was consuming him.

“Bloody hell… what are we doing?”

He asked, his voice hoarse with need. Despite the doubts in his mind, he couldn’t help but kiss her neck, his lips trailing along the sensitive skin.

"fuck I don't know si…" I whispered

Simon continued to kiss her neck, nibbling and sucking at her skin. He couldn't help himself, his body was responding eagerly to her touch.

"We shouldn't be doing this…"

He mumbled against her skin, but his words were contradicted by his actions. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips.

He wanted her. The logical part of his brain was telling him to stop, to pull away and maintain the boundaries they had set. But the primal part of him, the part that had been there since the very beginning, was taking over.

"God…you have no idea what you do to me."

He whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

The passion between them grew hotter and hotter as they moved from the jacuzzi to the bed. Simon's hands eagerly roamed over her body, undressing her piece by piece until she was bare before him.

He couldn't help but admire her naked body, his gaze taking in every inch of her. He pulled her close, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.

He wanted her, needed her. The feeling of her skin against his, the taste of her lips, it was like a drug he couldn't get enough of. He rolled them over so she was underneath him, his body pressed against hers.

"are you sure about this shym?" he asked

Shym looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew this was a pivotal moment, something that couldn't be undone. But her heart was racing, her body was practically buzzing with need.

"I'm sure."

She breathed out, her voice shaky with desire.

He looked down at her, the raw emotion in her eyes fueling his fiery desire. He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every dip and curve.

He broke off the kiss, his voice coming out in a low growl.

"I want you. All of you…"

"si.." I whispered as he started to kiss my collarbone again traveling towards my boobs

Simon's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He gave each a gentle squeeze, feeling her sharp intakes of breath.

Moving his attention back to her lips, he kissed her deeply, letting her know just how much he wanted her. As the kiss devolved into a needy-feeling tangle of tongues, his fingers went to the waistband of his jeans, the zipper coming undone with ease.

i was met with a hard cock, it was huge and my mouth gaped open at the sight

Simon couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at her reaction before moving to prod her lips with the tip of his erection. "Ready to experience it?" His smirk turned predatory, his eyes filled with lust.

His fingers slowly trailed up her thighs, stopping just before slipping inside her. "Are you ready?" He urged, his voice a low gravelly tone, the intensity of the moment causing his hands to tremble just a bit.

The tension in the room became almost palpable as Shym hesitated. Simon's eyes implored her, waiting for her to make a decision. Slowly, she nodded, her lips parting in a breathy, whispery, "yes."

Simon wasted no time. He gently parted her thighs, aligning himself at her entrance, and began to push into her slowly. The warmth of her body surrounded him as he claimed her virginity. The room filled with the sound of their breathing and the wet slick sound of their intimacy.

Simon's eyes bore into hers, the intensity of their connection making it impossible to look away. The feelings of both pleasure and pain flooded Shym's body as he thrust deep inside her.

It took him a few thrusts to adjust to the tightness, but once he was fully seated within her, the sensations were overwhelming. "Fuck... Shym..." Simon's grip on her hips tightened, moving at a slow, steady pace to let her adjust.

He leaned down to brush his lips against her neck, ravenously sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while he continued his rhythmic movements, lost in the overwhelming bliss of finally being inside her.

we went for a few more minutes until I started to reach my orgasm "simon.. I can't take it.. any longer" I huffed

Simon's eyes darted up to meet hers, the desire in his eyes burning hot. "Come for me, Shym," he growled, inching up the tempo of his thrusts.

With a final, powerful thrust, Simon let out a guttural groan, his own release following closely behind. He held her close, their sweaty bodies intertwined as they rode the intensity of their orgasms.

Eventually, the sensations subsided, leaving them both out of breath and trembling. Simon kissed Shym's forehead, pulling out and collapsing beside her, the weight of the moment leaving them both speechless.

"wow..." I felt hazy from the aftermath and closed my eyes, I didn't realize I was so tired I slowly started to fall asleep in his arms

Simon's hand stroked her hair, a small, satisfied smile on his lips as he watched his best friend drift off into the realm of slumber. His body was still reeling from the intensity of the experience, and the sense of contentment that came with knowing Shym was now his in a whole new way.

He closed his own eyes, giving in to the urge to doze off as well, knowing that no matter what the morning brought, he had found a new connection with her that no one else could take away.

He closed his own eyes, giving in to the urge to doze off as well, knowing that no matter what the morning brought, he had found a new connection with her that no one else could take away. but the morning became a nasty fight.

Simon woke up with a disoriented haze in his mind, last night's experience still fresh in his memory. He looked over at shym, hoping to see her peaceful sleeping face, but instead found her side of the bed empty.

He sat up with a start, realizing she was nowhere in sight. The room felt oddly still, as if an argument or disturbance had taken place.

"Shym?" he called out, his voice laced with confusion and concern.

I came out of the bathroom trying to find my underwear when I saw Simon on the bed I instantly covered myself "what the fuck did we do si.."

Simon's eyes widened as he saw her come out of the bathroom, covering herself quickly. He realized the mess of the situation, the events of last night flooding back to him.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, still trying to process the reality of what had transpired.

"We.. we went to far.."

he said with a mixture of regret and disbelief in his voice. They were best friends, they weren't supposed to cross this line. But the memory of last night, the heat of the moment, still burned in his mind.

He sat up on the bed, looking at her with a conflicted expression.

"Bloody hell, what were we thinking…"

I started to stress "god this was a huge mistake!" I exclaimed, but Simon didn't appreciate that and I saw anger in his eyes lit up

Simon's eyes flashed with anger as she exclaimed that it was a mistake. He climbed off the bed and walked towards her, his voice rising with each step.

"A mistake? Seriously?"

He stopped in front of her, his body tense.

"Last night meant something to me, and you just want to write it off as a mistake?"

"no-no I don't mean-" but he already shushed me

Simon's voice cut her off, his anger still evident.

"Save it," he said, his tone harsh. "You obviously regret what happened last night."

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his emotions.

"We both made a mistake," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with hurt. "but you didn't have to make it seem like it meant nothing to you."

He moved past her and began searching for his clothes, trying to put distance between them.

as we left the hotel room and went into the elevator he tried to apologize and kiss me but now I became angry "don't Simon.. don't."

Simon's apologies died on his lips as she rejected his attempt at a kiss. He looked at her, frustration and hurt mixing in his eyes.

"What do you want from me, then? You say it was a mistake, but now you push me away when I try to make things right?"

The elevator seemed to shrink as the tension between them grew.

"god just don't talk to me anymore!" I walked out the elevator and walked away from him "I'm going back to campus alone. don't follow me."

Simon watched her walk away, his heart tightening in his chest. He wanted to call after her, to convince her to stay and talk it out, but her words echoed in his ears.

"Don't follow me."

He clenched his fists, the hurt and anger mixing together in a tumultuous storm within him. He stayed rooted in place, watching her form disappear around the corner.

It took all his willpower not to run after her and pull her back. He wanted to shake her and make her understand how much he cared, how much last night meant to him. But the look in her eyes was clear she didn't want to be near him right now.

"Bloody hell…"

He muttered under his breath, punching the elevator wall in frustration.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Hii

can I please request a fic for Weems and maybe Thornhill where reader gets a nosebleed in class or something idk.

Thank you.

Nosebleed

Pairings: Weems x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You get a nosebleed in class and make a run for it.

TW: Blood, more blood, one swear word

A/n I am really projecting in this fic. Basically, all of it has happened to me expect you know, the whole nevermore part obviously (I wish tho)

Botany was one of your favourite classes by far but today you were exhausted. Enid had woken you up at the crack of dawn to tell you some gossip that “simply couldn’t wait.” You loved enid but that didn’t stop you threatening to give her a buzz cut in her sleep if she cut your sleep short again.

Ms Thornhill was stood at the front of the room talking about something our other. Based off the notes enid was taking in blinding neons gel pens it had something to do with inhibiting the ability of seers. Honestly you would photocopy her notes later, with the black and white printer of course this wasn’t your first rodeo.

You were staring off into space not really paying much attention to the real world when you felt your nose start to run. Dammit. You couldn’t get sick now. Electing to ignore it until the last possible minute still have wrapped up in your daydream you felt enid elbow you.

“Dude.” She said and you glared at her. “Your nose if bleeding.” She hissed in a loud whisper.

“Shit.” You said and brought the back of your wrist to the base of your nose. It came back with a bright red streak, and you immediately cupped a hand under your chin.

Ms Thornhill had paused for a second not really being able to see you past the plants.

“Ms L/n? Anything you’d like to share with the class?” She asked and you stood quickly staying out of sight.

“Nope all good. Be right back.” You said “hopefully” you added under your breath and the way Enid’s eyes widened told you she heard it. You turned on your heel and raced out of the classroom. Ignoring the calls from your botany teacher to return to the classroom. You hurried through the halls the red blood pooling in your cupped hands. You weren’t really paying much attention to the halls; everyone would be in class now anyway.

You had had plenty of nosebleeds in the past, so the start of the new year was always fun. New teachers who were unused to it often worried or tried to send you to the nurse making a big fuss. But by the end of the year, you would simply leave to take care of it in the bathrooms and return to class later with the simple question of “nosebleed?” To which you would say yes and return to your seat. Nosebleeds were just something you were used to.

So many different scenarios in the past. Being pulled out if school swimming lessons because you hadn’t noticed your nose was starting to bleed. That was awesome your hated swimming.

Of course, there were some less than ideal times for it. For example, waking up in the night and not being bothered to deal with it so you simply laid down some tissues on the pillow, sent a quick prayer to whatever god was awake at 2am so you wouldn’t drown in your own blood while you slept and rolled over and gone back to sleep.

In other words, you were simply desensitised at this point. You had had more nosebleeds than regular runny noses so much so if it ran your first thought was it was bleeding not running. But you guessed the less than adequate sleep from last night had contributed to the lack of awareness. You could often catch it before it dripped. Giving you enough time to grab a tissue. However, the idea of going in front of the class, which was partially made up of fledgling vampires wasn’t your idea of fun. So, you fled.

You were navigating your way to the nearest bathroom when you collided with someone, apologising profusely before carrying on.

Had you stopped you may have realised it was Principle weems. Principle weems who was wearing a white blazer which now had a red spot on it. She frowned before recognising it as blood and hurrying to follow you. She made note you weren’t going to the nurse or even remotely in the direction of the infirmary and decided to intervene. She shifted and removed the blood from her clothes and straightened her blazer before pushing open the door to the bathroom.

She peered in and gasped softly. You were stood trying not to touch anything with your bloody hands while your nose dripped onto the white porcelain. You seemed to be experienced in the matter which only made her more concerned.

“Ms L/n? Are you quite alright.” She asked coming and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You looked at her in the mirror and frowned.

“P-principle weems.” You said

“Yes darling.” She said and you connected the dots.

“Sorry for running into you. I was … preoccupied.”

“Multitasking in can see that.” She chuckled and walked over to the paper towel dispenser. She pulled out a few sheets and ran them under the tap next to the sink you were still hanging over.

She walked closer and gestured for you to give her your hand.

“But … it’s covered in blood?” You said.

“Yes, darling i know. That’s why I’m going to clean it.” She said softly and you let her wipe the blood off your hands before disposing of it and going to your other side to wipe it off the other hand.

Once your fingers were clean, she grabbed another sheet of paper towel and placed it on your upward facing palm which she used to hold your chin, her other hand coming to your cheek to guide your head to look at her.

She watched as it bled and surveyed the bleeding tilting your head back very slightly, she knew it was best to make sure you kept your head held forwards, but she wanted to check everything was ok. After a moment she guided you back over the sink and threw out the slightly bloodied paper towel. She washed her hands and came back to stand beside you.

“Darling the bleeding is slowing so we don’t have to take you to the infirmary.” She said and you scoffed, which made her raise an eyebrow.

“Based off your reaction and general demeanour towards…” she gestured to the sink, “this. I’d say this is a common occurrence, correct?” She asked and you nodded as best you could. You waited and after a few more seconds the bleeding had fully stopped.

You rinsed out the sink and the principle came with a wet paper towel to dab the blood from your top lip and cheek. Once she was done, she threw it in the bin along with the others.

Giving you a once over with her eyes she smiled.

“Well. I think you should get back to class. I’ll give you a note for Ms Thornhill.” She said and laughed at the expression on your face.

“How-?”

“Darling why do you think I was heading to your classroom?” She said and you nodded and chuckled to yourself.

“Well off you go. I’ll email Ms thornhill.” She said and ushered you back into the hall before setting off back to her office. You turned to leave, and the footsteps stopped making you turn back to check on her. She was facing you and chewing her lip slightly. When she caught your gaze, she sighed.

“Darling if you ever need anyone to help with this or the aftermath. Send someone or come get me love. Blood doesn’t bother me.” She said and you thanked her and went back to class.

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years ago

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Eric Northman x reader: part 7

Y/n laid in Eric's arms, her mind racing as she looked at him, the sun would go down soon and they would be expected to sit next to Sophie and act normal, but now Y/n didn't know what normal was. Normal wasn't making out with Eric or saying she belonged to him just for show, none of this was normal for Y/n. Y/n climbed out Eric's arms, staring at the lingerie for a moment before collecting everything the Queen had gotten her. Standing in the bathroom she changed into the lingerie, spraying perfume on her pulse points before stepping back to admire how the colour looked on her, the frilly garter belt made her waist look smaller and the bra pushed her breasts together making her look ethereal as she turned. The diamantés sparkling in the light as Y/n grabbed the small dress, carefully pulling it on as she looked in the mirror, the dress fit her well, not showing off her figure too much but going in at the waist to define her natural shape, although the sparkles showed through in certain areas which made Y/n pull at the fabric.

Y/n walked over to the sink as she applied some foundation, her skin naturally glowing due to Eric's blood, adding some blush and eyeliner before using mascara to darken her lashes. Looking between her lipsticks she stared for a while, thinking about Eric kissing them as she touched her lips, quickly pushing away the thoughts and applying a nude tone. Sighing she looked at herself, looking sown at her wrist and remembering how Eric's fangs had felt, how he'd held her so softly and been honest. Shaking her head Y/n brushed her hair, pining it out her face for the meal, placing in some earrings and stepping back to look at herself. She didn't recognise herself as she tilted her head, pulling at the dress again as she frowned, she didn't like white it always got dirty and it wouldn't have been her first option for a meal either. Leaning down Y/n looked at the heels, baby pink, a slight different tone to the lingerie with the same diamantés on the back of the heel, slipping them on Y/n smoothed down her dress, taking one last look before walking out the bedroom. Eric stood buttoning his shirt as he looked at Y/n, an awkward smile on her face, Eric buttoning his shirt quickly and throwing on his blazer before walking towards Y/n as she stood higher due to the stairs. His hand extended as Y/n took it, using him to help herself down the steps as he looked her over, pride washing over him as he saw his necklace still around her neck, cupping her face for a moment before Y/n hit his hand.

"You'll ruin my make up. No touching." Eric grinned, his usual Y/n was back, Y/n began walking towards the door as Eric stared at her, the lingerie barely hidden by the dress as he grinned. He needed to buy her more clothes like that, so many more. Eric moving to open the door with a grin as Y/n rolled her eyes, although he could hear her heart race as he neared her, offering his arm which she took quickly.

"You look beautiful." Eric whispered as they walked behind guards into a large room, fake sunlight coming through the windows with a marble table in the middle of the room. Servants and guards along the wall as Eric pulled Y/n's chair out for her, Sophie sitting at the end of the large table with Y/n and Sookie either side of her, Bill and Eric next to their respective partners and across from one another. At the far end of the table sat Sookie's cousin, Sophie's adviser and another woman in lingerie who all stayed silent, a gap between the two groups as Sophie smirked at Y/n.

"I am so glad you all decided to come and visit me, Sheriff, Bill it is so sweet of you to bring me two new snacks." Y/n eyes widened as Guards grabbed Eric and Bill pining them on their knees, three guards holding Eric as he bared his fangs.

"Touch her and i will rip your head off Sophie." The Queen smirked, walking up to Eric and caressing his face, Y/n and Sookie getting up and trying to get out the room but were quickly grabbed.

"So protective of someone who isn't even yours. You really need to learn who to trust Eric, Bill sold you out the second you got here." Eric's eyes flashed with anger as he stared at Bill who fought to get out the guards, Y/n moving in front of Sookie as a guard took a deep breath.

"You said you would let Sookie go." Bill glared at Sophie as she pouted at him, ruffling Eric's hair as he growled at her, Y/n pushing Sookie further behind her as Sophie walked up to them.

"Back the fuck up Queenie." Y/n spat, knowing her heart was pounding in fear and she had no power, she was useless and defenceless. Sookie held onto Y/n as the Queen stepped forward, mocking a hurt look as she placed a hand on her chest.

"That's not a nice way to speak to your Queen, you look so adorable protecting your little Fae friend, but we both know i could drain you before you could even scream." Sookie's hand tightened in Y/n's, reading Y/n mind as she panicked, Y/n's eyes darting to Eric as he kept fighting against the guards.

"You could, yeah you could but what's the fun in that Sophie huh? You said you like the chase right? So how about a game?" Sophie grinned as she stepped forward, Sookie trying to pull Y/n back as she stood her ground, Sophie's hand coming to twirl Y/n's hair around her finger before tugging her head forward. Y/n biting her tongue to stop from yelping in pain but Eric felt it, he felt it like Sophie had just done it to him instead and it infuriated him even more.

"What game do you want to play Y/n? Because i'm pretty much winning right now so i don't see why i'd want to play a game." Y/n looked at her with wide eyes, her brain scrambling before she answered.

"Well, uhh, hide and seek. I want to play hide and seek, if you can find me, then you can kill them and me and Sookie will play nice. But if you can't find me, in the time frame, then we all go." Sophie smirked, smoothing Y/n's hair as she walked her backwards, Sookie moving as Y/n stumbled back hitting a wall, Sophie slamming her hand next to her head.

"You want to play hide and seek with a vampire who can hear your heart beating miles away. How can i refuse." Sophie gripped her chin, leaning down and kissing Y/n harshly, pulling back and licking her lips.

"To seal the deal. You have an hour to hide before i come searching for you, i'll give you a little extra time just because you'll be so cute when i find you." Y/n grimaced as Sophie stood back, allowing her space to move away from her. Y/n getting ready to run before she turned around, hands behind her back.

"You have 20 minutes to find me, since you're a vampire with super speed and super hearing i think 20 minutes is more than fair. And no guards, anywhere." Sophie gave her a look before nodding to the guards, a few moments later Sookie's cousin coming back with silver chains, placing them on Eric and Bill before the guards walked away, Sookie being handcuffed to a chair.

"Looks like the game has begun." Y/n nodded to Sophie, turning quickly and running, hoping her plan would work.

Eric felt Y/n's fear as Sophie walked around the room, a wide grin on her face as she listened, Bill trying to save his own skin.

"You promised to let me and Sookie go, you wanted Eric. Now let us go." Sophie laughed, a sickeningly sweet laugh, gripping Bill's chin as she pouted at him, blood thirsty eyes staring into his.

"Your biggest flaw Bill Compton, is your lack of loyalty. Eric has gotten you out of so much, i have had so many chances to skin you alive and use you as a rug but each time your sheriff has saved your skin. You sold him out the second you could, you lured him here to die and expect me to reward your disrespect." Bill pulled his chin from her hold and dropped his head, his eyes cast towards Sookie as she tried to hear Y/n's thoughts, struggling carefully with her handcuffs, eyes constantly darting between Sophie and the door. Eric could barely kneel, silver chains draped over his skin, rows and rows of chains holding him down and searing into his skin. Sophie smirked as she laid across her day bed, in front of Eric as she played with her white dress, fanning it across herself before grazing a finger over Eric's forehead to push back his hair.

"This whole plan started as a way to get the little fae, then Bill sold you out and suddenly it was too hard not to add a fae and you to my collection. And little Y/n? Your bunny? Well she's just the icing ontop isn't she, torturing you by having her will be so much fun." Eric ignored her, trying to find any strength to be able to throw the chains off and rip her limb from limb.

Y/n rushed into the kitchen, finding weapons before turning to the door, a few wooden chairs by the door, acting quickly she smashed them against the ground, splinter of wood crashing onto the floor as the chairs fell apart. Y/n grabbing a leg before using the knife to sharpen it, her eyes darting between the clock and her weapon, panic setting in. 40 minutes until Sophie would be released, she had a plan, but it very much relied on being able to get back to Eric and Sookie reading her mind at the correct time. Y/n ran through the house, stake in one hand and knife in the other as she slowed nearing the dining room once more, she had 30 minutes before Sophie would begin searching for her. She needed time to set everything up, thinking loudly Y/n tried to reach out to Sookie, praying she was listening and not arguing with Bill.

Sookie could hear Y/n louder than ever, like she was shouting in her ears as she winced, Eric noticing quickly, sensing Y/n way too close for needing to be running and hiding. Sookie nodded, agreeing to Y/n's plan, looking at Sophie as she huffed at the time, rolling her neck.

"This is boring. I think the games can start now." Y/n's eyes widened as she heard Sophie, her ear to the door before she tucked herself against the wall, the door slamming open as Sophie raced out. Too excited to use her powers and realise she could hear more than Sookie's heartbeat so close, following Y/n's scent, leading her to the kitchen where blood laid across the counter, hand prints on the door leading outside, Sophie grinning as she followed. Y/n waited a moment before ducking into the room, the door locking behind her as she ran to Eric, pulling the silver from him as blood dripped from her arm. Eric standing as soon as he could, pulling Y/n into him, gripping her face looking her over, he could hear Sophie getting closer, she wasn't fooled by Y/n's charade. Taking the stake Eric hid by the door, Y/n wrapping the silver around her and Sookie as the door flew off it's hinging, Sophie grinning as she walked towards Y/n.

"Well well well, you are smarter than you look. Although...i wouldn't stab me if i were you Eric. You kill me and both of you die, the magister takes vampire crimes very seriously." Eric grabbed her neck, pushing her against the wall, stake against her chest as he bared his fangs glaring down at her. Sophie panicking, her eyes darting around the room before landing on Bill. Y/n standing in her line of vision with a smirk, Sookie now unhandcuffed as she raised her hand, Eric moving behind Y/n, a ray of light coming from Sookie's hand. Sophie screaming out in pain as she stared in horror at the light burning from her chest, her skin burning and charring as she rippled in pain. Eric holding Y/n's waist as they all watched Sophie burn up and die, Bill horrified before Sookie gagged, turning around and vomiting. Sookie wiping her mouth then rushing to Bill to pull off the silver, Eric baring his fangs at Bill, Sookie holding Bill close as she tried to defend him.

"He did it for me Eric. Please." Y/n rolled her eyes, Eric stilling holding the stake as he stepped forward, Sookie raising her hand as she protected Bill. Y/n moving in front of Eric with a scowl, crossing her arms as she glared at Sookie.

"Are you fucking serious right now? He sold us all out! He's the whole reason this happened and you're defending him? We all almost died, i got assaulted on so many different levels for you and now you're going to threaten to kill Eric for your lame ass boyfriend?" Sookie's eyes watered, squaring herself as she nodded, Y/n letting out a laugh as she dropped her arms, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Jesus christ Bill, you must either be the ultimate god of sex or a god of manipulation to be able to keep someone on such a tight damn leash. I mean you sell out everyone around you, endanger her life, throw her under the bus and use her constantly." Sookie's hand wavered as she listened, looking back at Bill, giving Eric the perfect opportunity to knock her out, Sookie's body hitting the ground as Eric slammed Bill to the wall, stake at the ready.

"Wait, what's the magister Eric?" Eric explained to Y/n quickly, his eyes not leaving Bill's as he slowly pushed the stake closer and closer, his mind swimming with rage.

"Eric, give him to the magister, we can say he killed Sophie, he glamoured Sookie and forced her to do it." Eric gave it a thought before snapping Bill's neck, his undead body hitting the ground next to Sookie's. The damage was done, and now he had to clean it up.

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i don't really like this part, sorry it was so late i had some personal stuff happen so this feels really rushed

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

Against all odds, reader and Sebastian's 'girlfriend' stayed stuck in each other's body for the third day, the day the table read for a movie Sebastian and her were starring in. She couldn't be more ecstatic when she found out all the big Hollywood stars that were cast in the movie, which included Jennifer Aniston as her mom and Chris Evans as Sebastian's rival. Will her happiness last? Or will Sebastian's 'girlfriend' ruin it again for her?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 13/28 (Might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : slight cursing, some very minor spoiler of Sebastian's potential new project Pumping Black, but I changed the character names and most of the plot details, so it shouldn't be a problem. I did take the first scene from the actual script and put it here though. Just a head's up.

Word count : 7.5k words

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Chapter 13 - The Table Read

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13320 Mulholland Drive, Los Angeles, California - Tuesday, July 11th 2023 - 7.00 am

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“Y/n.. Y/n..! Wake up!” A harsh shrill female voice entered her consciousness and she felt her body being shook harshly.

She opened her eyes and found her own body looking down at her in annoyance from behind thick glasses. Relief filled her heart as she realized she was still stuck in Aurora's body.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“It's 7! You have to get ready for the table read!” Aurora commanded and she sat up immediately.

The table read! Yes, the rehearsal and table read for Pumping Black was happening that day at 9 in the morning!

“Seb is coming in an hour.” Aurora reminded her.

“Yes, I know.” She immediately stood up and went to the closet to grab some clothes but Aurora pulled her hand back.

“I already prepared the clothes for you.” She pointed towards the bed.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” She nodded.

“Stop..” Aurora said.

“Thanking people? Even you?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Even me.” Aurora nodded and she shook her head in disbelief.

“Why though?” She asked as she grabbed the clothes from the bed.

“I just don't do that. I thought you wanted to make sure you behave like me so people won't be suspicious? I want to make sure you remember that.” Aurora stated.

“Okay, yeah, that's true. But it's not a bad thing to change that behavior.” She shrugged.

“Hmm.. we'll see.” Aurora said and she raised her eyebrows. Her behavior seemed off a little bit, but she decided to brush it off. She needed to get ready so she turned and went towards the bathroom.

When she got out of the bathroom Aurora was nowhere in sight. She assumed Aurora must have gone out and went downstairs. Maybe to the employee kitchen or her bedroom so Rosa and Gabriella wouldn't be suspicious.

She went to the closet and put on a black blazer over the white strapless mini dress she had worn in the bathroom earlier. Then she looked at herself in the full body mirror in the closet. Once again she felt like the dress was too short. She pulled the hem of her dress down and sighed. Well, Aurora did have slim and smooth thighs, she knew she loved to show it off. She was just still not used to it.

She went to the dresser and she found instructions from Aurora again on how to put on her makeup. She sighed as she realized that the make up Aurora had chosen was again too much for her taste. But of course she had no choice but to follow along.

Once she was done putting the makeup on she slipped on the black stiletto Aurora already prepared for her. She wobbled a little but finally got the hang of it after a while.

She grabbed her purse and went out of Aurora's room. She was about to go down the stairs when she heard faintly the voice of someone crying.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to try to find the voice. It seemed the voice was coming from the living room on the second floor so she went towards it.

Moments later she found Gabriella in the living room. A piece of cloth was in her hand and she was down on her knees, cleaning the coffee table in the middle of the room.

Gabriella's hands might be moving back and forth across the table but her eyes weren't looking at it. She was crying and her other hand was wiping the tears from eyes.

“Gabriella?” She called out.

Gabriella jumped in surprise and sniffled, then she quickly wiped the tears falling on her cheeks.

“Miss Watson, is there anything I can do for you?” She asked as she stood up, her head bowed.

“I.. umm.. I was just wondering why you were crying. Is everything okay?” She asked, looking at Gabriella with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh! Umm.. e.. everything is fine Miss Watson.” Gabriella stammered.

“Are you sure?” She asked again.

“Y.. yes.” Gabriella nodded.

“Okay. Well.. if there's anything I can do to make you feel better, just let me know.” She said and Gabriella's eyebrows shot up.

“Really?” Gabriella asked.

“Yes, of course.” She smiled warmly and Gabriella's face immediately brightened.

“Umm.. actually.. There is something Miss Watson that you can do for me. But I was afraid to ask you about it as I'm sure you wouldn't give me permission. Even if you do, you'll just cut my pay and I can't have that. I'm already behind on some of my bills and..” Gabriella rambled.

“Sshhh.. Gabriella.. stop. I'm sorry, could you explain to me again? Much more clearly about what you want?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

Gabriella took a deep breath and started to explain. “My mom and dad are both sick, with Covid. Thankfully I don't seem to have caught it and so far they don't need to be hospitalized but, you know my mom is in a wheelchair and needs help doing things everyday. Usually my dad helps her out but since they are both sick, it has been a challenge for my dad to help my mom. And I just wish I could stay home and take care of them. But I can't because you'll just cut my pay like last time when I had to take a day off to take my mom for her regular check up. I can't have that. I need the money to pay for everything. So.. yeah. I.. I just wonder if maybe.. I could..” Gabriella trailed, fear and uncertainty in her eyes.

“Take some days off to take care of your parents?” She asked and Gabriella nodded.

“But.. without cutting my pay… impossible isn't it?” Gabriella chuckled nervously.

“Of course not. Sure, go ahead. Take as long as you need. I won't cut your pay.” She smiled and Gabriella's eyes widened, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

“Really?!” Gabriella exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes, really.” She smiled.

“Thank you so much Miss Watson!” Gabriella gushed, her face brightened.

“No problem. I'll have Y/n replace you. Focus on your parents and yourself. She'll replace you until you get back.” She said and Gabriella nodded.

*Thank you again Miss Watson!” Gabriella said, her eyes shone with relief and happiness as she looked at her.

“You're welcome Gabriella. Now go!” She commanded.

“Right away Miss Watson.” Gabriella nodded and smiled then she left her alone in the living room, watching Gabriella's back as she walked away from her with a pang in her heart.

For the first time in months she felt grateful and lucky that her parents were well. She couldn't imagine how she would feel if they were sick and she was far away from them, unable to take care of them. She felt the least she could do to show how grateful she was about it was to allow Gabriella to take some days off even if Aurora would most likely cut her throat for that.

She sighed and braced for the worst as she continued to go down the stairs.

When she arrived downstairs she heard Aurora's, well, her own voice coming from the employee kitchen so she went there.

“What?! She allowed you to go?!” Aurora exclaimed out loud.

“Yeah. She was really nice. I don't know what has gotten into her but I better take advantage of it before she changes her mind.” Gabriella said.

“And she said she was going to ask me to replace you?!” Aurora continued.

“Yeah. That's what she said. I'm really sorry Y/n. I hope you're okay with it. If my parents weren't sick I wouldn't ask for this.” Gabriella said.

“There's no way I'm replacing you!” Aurora yelled.

“What?!” Gabriella asked in confusion.

“Y/n!” She entered the employee kitchen, her voice startled both Aurora and Gabriella.

“Miss Watson.” Gabriella bowed her head while Aurora looked back at her in defiance.

“Miss Watson, I'm sorry, but I can't replace her.” Aurora protested.

“Why not? You did a great job last week. I'm sure you can do it again.” She said, referring to the time when Aurora was punishing her after the whole incident with the interview.

“But I need to come with you today, to the table read. Remember?” Aurora reminded her.

“You don't have to come with me Y/n. I can handle it. Just stay home and replace Gabriella until she comes back.” She insisted.

Aurora glared at her but miraculously didn't say anything else.

“Why are you still here Gabriella?” She asked, turning to Gabriella.

“Oh! Yeah. I was just letting Y/n know about replacing me before I go.” Gabriella explained.

“Okay. Well I hope your parents will get well soon. And don't forget to also take good care of yourself. I don't want you to get sick too.” She said.

“Very well, Miss Watson. Thank you so much!” Gabriella gushed then she quickly turned around and left the kitchen, her handbag slung around her shoulder.

As soon as Gabriella was gone Aurora immediately turned to her.

“I am not replacing her!” Aurora insisted.

“Aurora, it's just for a couple of days. Well, maybe a week or two. If you don't want to, Rosa and Nelson would be suspicious. I mean, if I were you, I would definitely replace her with no hesitation. You refusing to do it would just make them more suspicious.” She persuaded her.

“I don't f*****g care! There's no way I'm replacing her!” Aurora hissed.

“Y/n?!” Rosa suddenly entered the kitchen, startling both of them.

“What are you doing? Why are you cursing at Miss Watson?” Rosa asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Oh, Rosa, you surprised us.” She said, chuckling a little and feeling relief at her intrusion.

“Gabriella asked to take some time off to take care of her sick parents and I asked Y/n to replace her but she doesn't want to.” She explained, making Rosa's eyebrows raised even further.

“Well Y/n, even if you don't want to, it's not a good thing to curse at Miss Watson like that. I expected better from you.” Rosa said with a slight disappointment on her face.

“Yes, it's not a good thing at all. And I should just fire you, Y/n. But I'm not gonna do it. I know you need the money. So I'm gonna let you stay but you need to listen to me and replace Gabriella.” She said sternly, hoping Aurora would play along.

Aurora stood there and didn't say anything but just stared at her. If looks could kill, she would have been dead on the floor.

“Anyway, Miss Watson, Mr.Stan is here.” Rosa finally said when Aurora didn't respond.

“Oh yes. Thank you Rosa. Well, I better go. Rosa, could you help tell Y/n what she should do around the house?” She asked.

“Of course Miss Watson. Come along Y/n, let's start by cleaning upstairs.” Rosa said, beckoning her head towards the outside of the kitchen.

Rosa turned around and thankfully, miraculously, Aurora started to walk and follow her. But she paused as she passed her and whispered.

“You are not getting away with this. And don't you dare ruin the table read.”

“I got you the role, remember? And I look forward to what you have in store for me.” She whispered back and Aurora looked back at her in surprise. She was surprised herself at how daring she was towards Aurora.

Aurora gave her a last condescending look then flipped her hair and immediately went out the door.

She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding then breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright, table read, here I come.” She said, feeling excited yet nervous about her first ever table read for a movie. She looked forward to meeting the whole cast and hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself.

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Universal Studio Lot, 100 Universal City Plaza, Universal City, California - 9.30 am

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Her eyes widened and her heart rate quickly increased as she stepped inside a big meeting room at Universal Studio where the table read was being held.

A huge circular table was in the middle of the room with chairs positioned all around it. She looked around and felt her hand sweat as she studied everyone sitting on the chairs.

She couldn't believe the number of famous Hollywood stars involved in the movie. She should have known, should have done some research before coming that day but she didn't have the time. She kicked herself mentally as she realized she should've at least asked Sebastian about it because she felt she wasn't ready to face these giant Hollywood stars.

She looked to the right of the room and felt like her heart stopped as she glimpsed a familiar face. Jude Law?! Jude Law was in the movie?! Then she scanned the rest of the table and her heart started to do somersaults.

Next to Jude was Rooney Mara. Next to Rooney was Jennifer Aniston and next to her was Joey King and Toby Jones. She tried hard not to gasp as she saw more celebrities sitting next to Toby Jones. Chace Crawford, one of Sebastian's best friends, was there. He sat next to three celebrities she never thought she would ever see to be in the same movie as Sebastian again. Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans and Tom Holland!

“Wow, this feels like a Marvel reunion a little.” She couldn't help but comment and Sebastian chuckled.

“It does, doesn't it? I swear I didn't vouch for them and I didn't plan this. It was all Maya's doing.” He said as they made their way together towards some empty seats next to Chris Evans.

“Chris!” Sebastian greeted Chris. Chris looked up and flashed them a bright smile.

“Seb, my man! It's so nice to see you again, man!” Chris responded and they hugged each other tight.

She wished she could whip out her cellphone and document their reunion. She knew the stucky fans would go crazy over this.

“Come here you Vanilla Ice, don't ignore me.” Anthony remarked, making them laugh.

“Chocolaccino, how could I ignore you? I could never even if I wanted to.” Sebastian commented as he released Chris and gave Anthony a brief hug, making them laugh again.

“Hello Sebastian, Aurora.” Tom Holland greeted them and she smiled.

Tom really seemed like a nice guy. She couldn't understand why Sebastian and Anthony loved to roast him.

“Hey there Spiderboy.” Sebastian greeted him and clapped Tom's back.

“It's Spiderman.” Tom protested, pouting, making everyone laugh.

She and Sebastian took the time to go through each seat and shook everyone's hands. She couldn't help but feel starstruck at each and every one of them. She also felt relief that Aurora didn't seem to have worked with any of them. Otherwise, they could probably notice if she was different from the real Aurora.

Moments later all the cast, screenwriter, producers and Maya the director had come. Maya smiled at all of them and cleared her throat.

“Thank you everyone for coming here today for the table read of the feature film, Pumping Black. I'm Maya Carver the director and before we start, I think we should introduce each other and our designated roles in this movie, just to make things clear. Let's start from my right. Hannah, please introduce yourself.” Maya turned to her right and nodded at a blonde lady next to her.

“Uh.. hi everyone. I'm Hannah Barton, the screenwriter for this movie. I just want to say, thank you to everyone for being involved in this movie. This is the first ever script of mine that got to be produced. So I'm really excited! And I'm open to any ideas you probably have about your characters and how a scene should play out. So, if you have any suggestions that can make the script thus the movie even better, please don't hesitate to let me know.” Hannah smiled at all of them and she nodded.

Well, she was glad she wasn't the only novice in a big Hollywood production. The screenwriter was a newbie as well!

Next to Hannah was the producer and casting director Donna and Harold she had met several times before. Next to them were the cast including herself.

“Hello, I'm Jude Law, just call me Jude.” Jude flashed them all a bright smile and she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. He may be in his fifties but he still looked amazing!

“I play Alex, the coach.” Jude continued and nodded.

“Hello everyone, I'm Rooney Mara and I play Ava Lawrence, the doctor.” Rooney introduced herself.

“Hey everyone, I'm Jennifer Aniston and I play Mary Nichols, Celeste Nichols' mother.” Jennifer Aniston made a point to look across at her and smiled at her. She smiled back as she realized Jennifer Aniston was playing as her mom. She couldn't believe her luck!

“Hi everyone, I'm Joey King and I play Sarah Taylor, Mike Taylor's sister.” Joey greeted them all and looked to her right where Toby Jones was sitting.

“Hello, I'm Toby Jones, I play George Baker, the staff from UCI.” Toby smiled.

“Hey guys, I mean, everyone.” Tom said, his face reddened as everyone laughed.

“I'm..” Tom continued.

“Peter Parker!” Anthony interjected and immediately the whole room broke into laughter again.

“No, as much as I want it to, I'm not Peter Parker. I'm Tom Holland and I play Billy, Mike's teammate.” Tom said as he glanced at Anthony with a pointed look.

“Well that's a shame because I'm Anthony Mackie and I play Landon, Mike's real teammate and best friend.” Anthony remarked and Tom just shook his head.

“Hey everyone, I'm Chace Crawford and I play Daniel, the actual teammate and best friend of Mike's.” Chace said, making everyone laugh again.

“And I'm Chris Evans, I play Mike's teammate and rival.” Chris said, flashing everyone with his perfect white teeth.

“Hello. I'm Sebastian and I play Mike Taylor, the man all these guys are fighting to become his best teammate slash best friend. Newsflash, none of you are. But she is. Celeste is Mike's best friend.” Sebastian said, turning to her and smiling warmly at her. She couldn't help but feel warmth crawling from her neck up to her cheeks.

“Uh.. hi everyone. I'm.. Aurora Watson and I play Celeste Nichols, Mike Taylor's girlfriend and best friend, as Sebastian has said.” She smiled back at Sebastian and his face brightened.

“Alright, thank you everyone for the entertaining introduction. Now let's start the table read. I will narrate the script. So let's start.” Maya said.

She looked to the table in front of her and took the script with Aurora's name printed on it then opened the first page. She had the script already with her, but it was the one she obtained from before her real self auditioned. She wondered if there were any changes in the one in front of her.

“Exterior, Sunshine Canyon, Boulder, Colorado. Afternoon, super wide on an Alpine Lake, flanked by snowcapped mountains. A harsh blue sky punctured by a sharp sun. A thin ribbon of road before the lake. Breathless, stillness. Then.. The silence shatters as a team of pro cyclists rips across the frame.” Maya started to read the opening scene.

She listened as Maya continued to read the script and finally Sebastian, Jude, and the other actors playing as his teammates started to play out scene after scene and read their lines.

It was amazing to see all these professionals work. She took many mental notes as she studied their line deliveries and performance choices. Before long it was time for her very first scene with Sebastian.

“Mike! Are you okay?!” She shouted as Celeste Nichols. Her panicked voice traveled across the big room.

“I'm fine, Celeste. It's no big deal.” Sebastian as Mike Taylor, shrugged.

“Mike winces. A big open wound is seen on his right leg. He walks hobbling towards a chair and sits on it, prompting Celeste to come and attend to him.” Maya continued to narrate.

“That looks bad, Mike. What happened?” She asked.

“Just a little accident during practice. Nothing to worry about, sweetheart.” Sebastian responded, then he glanced at her and smiled at her warmly.

She couldn't prevent it when he did it, the butterflies started to fly around in her stomach as soon as she saw his warm smile. But she realized she was in a table read and she couldn't let herself get carried away.

“Nothing to worry about? You need stitches, Mike! I'm taking you to the hospital after I clean it up.” She huffed.

“Celeste immediately goes to fetch the first aid kit and starts to clean Mike's wound. Despite all the prodding on his leg, Mike's face stays impassive, as if he doesn't feel anything.” Maya continued to narrate.

“I'm so lucky. I don't deserve you. You deserve the world and you decided to stay with me? Why?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh Mike, stop teasing me.” She replied, chuckling a little.

“I'm not teasing you, honey. I.. I really want to give you the world. And this year I will. I promise you that.” Sebastian continued with conviction in his voice.

“Celeste sighs, finishes cleaning Mike's wound then puts away the first aid kit. She looks up and stares at Mike softly.” Maya continued.

“I don't need the world, Mike. I don't need you to win the Tour de France or any other race. I just need.. you.. and I need you to stay in one piece until the end of this year's Tour de France, that's all I ask.” She said then she glanced at Sebastian, waiting for his response, bracing herself for what she knew would come next.

“You doubt me?! You think I won't survive this race?!” Sebastian yelled.

Even though she knew what he would do, she was still startled at his yelling. She could feel the vibe in the room changed as they witnessed Sebastian's anger being unleashed.

“Mike stands up and starts to pace the room.” Maya said.

“Why is everyone doubting me? Even you! You're supposed to have my back, Celeste. You're supposed to support and cheer me on but you.. you turned out to be just like all of them!” Sebastian shouted.

Her heart beat so fast in her chest as she heard Sebastian's words. Somehow she could feel herself being Celeste and the sadness and anguish she felt after witnessing his reaction prompted her to start crying.

“I'm..I'm sorry..” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes as she broke out of character.

“Wait, Aurora, don't be sorry. If this is your interpretation of this scene, I want to see it more.” Maya interjected.

“Oh.. okay.” She said, sniffling, not expecting Maya to ask her to continue to do some improv. She wasn't planning on doing it. She was just reacting to Sebastian's performance.

“Mike.. please don't say that!” She continued, tears streaming down her face.

“You know how much I love you. I.. I just want what's best for you..” She trembled, her bottom lip quivered and she let the tears continue to flow down from her eyes.

Sebastian didn't respond immediately. She stared at him as his face slowly turned from anger to regret then he sighed deeply.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart.. I.. I didn't mean to yell.” Sebastian said, his head hung.

She took a deep breath then wiped the tears falling on her cheeks.

“It's okay, Mike. I know how much racing means to you. I just.. Mike.. it's been 15 years. I just think maybe, it's time for you to.. to.. take another adventure, you know. See what life has in store for you outside of racing. With me, preferably.” She smiled and winked, making Sebastian smile too.

“Oh Celeste, I'm sorry. You really are too nice for me. I don't deserve you.” Sebastian said softly, once again making butterflies fly in her stomach.

“Mike goes back to sit on the chair and takes Celeste's hand in his.” Maya narrated.

“Celeste, I'm sorry for being such a dick. But I promise, this will be the last race, after that I'll stop.. I.. I'll retire.” Sebastian said slowly.

“Okay.. then we can travel the world like we used to want to do.” She chuckled.

“Even better, honey. We'll get married in Paris like you've always wanted.” Sebastian turned to her and smiled brightly, making her heart skip a beat.

“Oh Mike! I would love that! Is this.. is this a formal proposal?” She teased.

“Oh no.. no.. no.. you deserve something better. Consider this.. a pre-proposal.” Sebastian winked at her and she laughed.

“Mike stands up and takes Celeste's hands then guides her to stand up. Then he stares at her.” Maya continued to narrate.

“I love you.. Celeste Nichols.” Sebastian said softly as he gazed at her with love in his eyes, making her heart go wild in her chest.

“I love you too.. Mike Taylor.” She said slowly then smiled at him as she felt the blush rising in her cheeks.

“Alright! A little pause here.” Maya said, startling her. Her hand started to sweat as she waited to hear what Maya had to say about her little improv.

“Aurora, I must say that was impressive how you interpreted the scene. Make sure to repeat that during the shoot. And, you know, I had some doubts about the chemistry between you. Because, I know you're a couple in real life but I just never felt that vibe from you guys, if you know what I mean. But today, wow! The chemistry was through the roof! I'm so glad we cast you, Aurora.” Maya smiled at her and she couldn't help but smiled widely back.

“Oh my God. Thank you so much, Maya. That means a lot. It's all because of Sebastian, really. I mean.. your acting was so good I couldn't help but just react to it.” She turned and smiled at Sebastian.

“Oh Aurora, please, it was nothing. I mean, you were great! We sort of feed off each other, right?” Sebastian smiled and she could see him blushing too.

“Ahem.. now that we have witnessed these two love birds go at it and flirt with each other, maybe we can continue.” A male voice interjected, making everyone laugh.

She blushed as she looked to the left towards the owner of the voice, who was Anthony Mackie.

“Oh look who's jealous.” Sebastian snickered, making everyone laugh again.

“I'm not jealous, Seabass. I just think there's a time and place to flirt with each other and that time is not now. We ain't got all day.” Anthony said. Despite his stern message he still smiled at Sebastian and Sebastian just shook his head.

“Alright, okay, thank you Mackie for the reminder. Let's continue with the next scene.” Maya said as she flipped the script in her hand to the next page.

It took them the whole day to finish the table read. They took an hour break during lunch and finished just before dinner time.

Her heart felt light and a smile was plastered on her face as they one by one walked out of the meeting room. The table read was long but she was quite satisfied with how she did it. Moreover, everyone was very nice, it was clear the whole cast could work together very well. She couldn't wait for her first shooting to start which was scheduled for the beginning of next week.

It was a rare occurrence for Sebastian and his Marvel co-stars to meet up with each other given how busy they were, so that night they decided to go out and have dinner together. In the end, almost everyone went out to dinner together and it ended up being an informal start of production dinner event, which she couldn't believe she could be a part of.

Being the shy girl that she was, she stayed quiet most of the time but ended up getting close to the women, especially Rooney Mara. Rooney Mara seemed to be a quiet person too so it was natural that she found it easier to connect with her. Joey King was a delight and Jennifer Aniston was so nice. She kept telling Jennifer how happy she was to meet her because she was a big fan and Jennifer kept trying to brush it off.

“Oh please, Aurora, you're as big of a star as I am. Don't be so humble.” Jennifer commented.

“No, I’m definitely not. You're so out of my class, Jennifer, there's just no comparison.” She commented, making Jennifer smile at her.

It was 10 at night when the impromptu dinner event ended. Sebastian took her home and they spent the journey back to Aurora's castle chatting about the table read.

“You know, I really don't know what you did but your acting and line deliveries were like one hundred and eighty degrees different from the last time I saw you act and from some movies I've seen you in. It's like.. it's like you took a magic potion or something and you suddenly woke up one day and became a talented actress.” Sebastian commented and her heart seemed to stop.

“Really?” She asked slowly. Aurora was right, Sebastian was really perceptive, she couldn't believe it.

“Yeah. I mean.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you were a bad actress but just.. different.” He quickly corrected himself.

“Yeah, I understand what you mean.” She replied, laughing internally and happy that she and Sebastian shared the same opinion that Aurora was a bad actress.

“Did you take a magic potion or something?” He asked, glancing at her.

She froze as she heard his question, not sure how to answer. But then his face broke into a smile and he laughed.

“I was just kidding, Aurora. Sorry. There's no such thing, huh?” He continued.

“Yeah, of course, no such thing as magic and potions. They're all just a figment of our imagination.” She chuckled awkwardly, relieved that she ended up not having to answer him directly.

“So, are you gonna tell me your secret?” He asked, a glint in his eyes.

“No chance, Sebastian. It's my secret method. You're already an amazing actor! You don't need my method.” She replied.

He laughed, then his face reddened a little and he smiled warmly at her. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” She smiled back, feeling the butterflies in her stomach again.

“Okay, here we are.” Sebastian said as he pulled up right in front of the gate of Aurora's castle.

He rolled the window of his car down but before he could say anything to the intercom, the gate opened slowly.

“Thanks Y/n!” He shouted to the intercom and he drove the car into the castle's grounds.

“Okay, so. I guess I'll see you next week?” She asked once he had stopped his car in front of the castle.

“Well.. I.. uh.. I have the weekend off. Maybe we could.. you know.. practice our scenes together if you want this weekend?” Sebastian suggested, biting his bottom lip nervously.

“Oh! Right! Yes! Of course. I'd love to practice with you.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Okay, good.” He nodded. “I'll come over on Saturday morning.”

“Yeah, great.” She smiled.

For a moment they just gazed at each other. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she looked into his eyes. Even in the darkness they looked so gorgeous. She couldn't help but drown in them.

He gazed at her with something like love in his eyes and slowly but surely Sebastian leaned closer to her. He placed his hand gently on the side of her face, making her breath hitch.

Was he really going to kiss her this time?! She wondered as his face slowly inched closer to her and she could hear her own quickly beating heart beating in her ears.

But then she saw a shadow moving behind him and she jumped in surprise. Aurora was standing next to the car, right by Sebastian's window. She could see her face looming in the darkness, looking at her with wild angry eyes, like a demon, she couldn't help but make the comparison.

“What's wrong?” Sebastian dropped his hand from her face, startled at her sudden move.

“I better go. Y/n is right outside the car.” She said as she beckoned her head towards Aurora, who was still giving her a scary look.

Sebastian turned around and Aurora's face quickly changed into a smile. She waved a little at them.

“Oh hey Y/n.” Sebastian said, waving back awkwardly.

“So, I'll see you this Saturday then.” She said as she started to get out of the car.

“Yeah. Take care Aurora.” He smiled although she could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

She was disappointed too. She was really looking forward to him kissing her and Aurora kept ruining it for her.

“Thanks Sebastian. You take care too.” She smiled back and he nodded.

And with her last smile she finally got out of his car and stood in front of the castle, waving at him as he drove out of the castle.

“I told you there will be hell to pay if you touch him.” Aurora hissed as soon as Sebastian's car was out of sight.

“Aurora, I didn't touch him. He touched me! Besides, he's not your actual boyfriend, why do you care so much? And wouldn't it be good for you if he actually cares for you?” She asked as they turned around and walked up the steps together towards the front entrance of the castle.

“Well I care because he's supposed to be my boyfriend and not yours!” Aurora yelled.

“Well it didn't seem like you wanted to be his girlfriend much longer with what you told him before, about you wanting another gig and eyeing Harry Styles.” She commented as she pushed open the front door and got inside.

“D****t! He told you that?!” Aurora cursed and stood in front of her, blocking her way towards the stairs, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes! He did. So don't pretend like you care about him because you don't!” She spat.

Aurora didn't respond back and stared at her, the veins on her temple bulging and her jaw ticked.

She sighed as she realized she was going to be in so much trouble over that comment.

“Once we switch back.. and it will happen soon because I hired a private investigator earlier today. Once we switch back, you.. are.. so.. fired! And I will not pay you a dime. Got that?! So you can just enjoy the last seconds of your life being me because soon it will all be taken away from you and you will go back to being your pathetic self in your pathetic life with no one that cares for you!” Aurora yelled and she turned around and stormed up towards the second floor.

She heard a door slammed shut and winced. She sighed then trudged towards her own room at the back of the kitchen. There was no way she would sleep in the same room as Aurora that night.

She tossed and turned on the small bed, not being able to sleep. She was having so much fun being Aurora and she didn't want them to switch back so soon! She was finally a hired actress working in a big Hollywood production. She had.. well.. a potential romance with the Sebastian Stan! She had a body and face like a Barbie. She had a huge house and unlimited funds to buy and do whatever she wanted. All of that compared to her old life? Well, she would love to just throw away her old life into the dustbin and forget her old life and self ever existed.

Finally she decided to do something she knew she should've done much more often. Maybe it was the missing piece she needed to fix her life. She decided to pray to God that night that somehow she and Aurora wouldn't get to switch back so soon. She prayed to God so He would give her more time being in Aurora's body and enjoy having all the blessings God had given Aurora. She knew God must have a lot of love and blessing to give to all of His creations. She just wanted some more time to be at the receiving end of it.

So she prayed that night like she never had before, allowing herself to be both grateful for the opportunity God has given her by allowing her to switch places with Aurora and also certain that what she wanted was already in her hands because she knew nothing was impossible for God to do.

She felt somewhat more at peace after praying but it took a while for her to go to sleep. Deep down she dreaded sleeping because she might just wake up as herself again. But she was exhausted and the day had been very long so she finally fell asleep with the image of Sebastian's face gazing at her with love in his eyes, his hand touching the side of her face gently and his lips finally touching hers.

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13320 Mulholland Drive, Los Angeles, California - Wednesday, July 12th 2023 - 6.00 am

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She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling. The air felt stuffy and she breathed a sigh of relief as she realized where she was. She was still in her jail cell like room at the back of the kitchen. Her eyes could see clearly so she must still be in Aurora's body.

She sat up and grabbed some of her hair and saw that they were blonde. Then she stood up and took a look in the mirror at her small dresser and found Aurora's face staring back at her.

“Thank you, God.” She smiled then she went out of the bedroom to take a shower.

After she was done she quickly went upstairs to Aurora's room to change into Aurora's outfit. She didn't want Rosa to be suspicious if she was seen wearing her own clothes, even though she missed wearing some of her own clothes.

The door to Aurora's room was still closed so she knocked gently.

“Aurora, I just want to get some clothes.” She said.

Some moments passed by and she could hear the sound of footsteps behind the door then the door opened slowly, revealing Aurora who looked like she didn't sleep all night.

“Get in.” Aurora hissed and she scrunched up her nose as she smelled the telltale sign of alcohol from her mouth.

“Are you drunk?” She asked as she got into the room and watched as Aurora staggered back towards the bed.

“What if I am?” She huffed as she laid back down on the bed then closed her eyes.

“You need to stop running to alcohol, Aurora.” She sighed.

“It's not going to help you.” She continued as she went to the closet and started to pick up some clothes.

“Yeah.. yeah..” Aurora mumbled.

“Is there a specific clothes you want me to wear today?” She asked.

“No, I don't care. Wear whatever you want.” Aurora replied.

Against her own wishes she felt kind of sorry for Aurora. It must be hard for Aurora to experience being her.

“Are you okay?” She asked after she picked up a blue long summer dress she knew Aurora would like for her to wear.

“Obviously not.” Aurora replied.

“Well.. now you know how hard it is being me.” She commented.

“It's not that you idiot!” Aurora yelled and she sighed, bracing for another of Aurora's rages.

“I'm sorry.” She mumbled.

“He never looked at me the way he looked at you.” Aurora started to say and she felt like her heart stopped.

“What? What do you mean?” She asked.

“He never.. he never initiated a kiss. It was always me that started. And.. and I know sometimes he looked at me like he was interested in me but then he always looked away as if he's disappointed in himself. But ever since we switched, I saw a difference. Somehow he.. he allows himself to like me.. no.. you..” Aurora said as tears started to fall from her eyes.

She froze as she heard what Aurora just said. Was she hearing things?

“Oh God. What am I doing? I'm telling you all the juicy details.” Aurora sighed.

“I think you need some rest Aurora. I'm just going to leave you now so you can sleep. Okay? I'll come up with something to tell Rosa.” She said as she took the dress and walked towards the bathroom.

“You think I'm pathetic don't you?” Aurora said as she walked past the bed.

“Aurora.” She stopped and turned to face her. “I just think that you need to get some rest and don't say anything you will regret later on.”

“Good point. By the way, it's Wednesday, the day I'm supposed to spend with my mom. But she just texted me saying she's not in LA. She's in Shanghai with that bitch cousin of mine. I can't believe she still follows her around like a puppy.” She grumbled.

“Oh. I'm.. I'm sorry to hear that, Aurora. Well, hopefully by the time she gets back we already switch back into our own bodies, huh?” She said. Despite her own feelings of not wanting to switch back so soon, she couldn't help but say it to make Aurora feel better.

“Yeah, I hope so.” Aurora replied.

“Oh, speaking of appointments, today you need to attend the trial for breaking and entering the other night, remember?” She said.

“No, I don't. I already asked my lawyers to represent me.. well.. you.. today.” Aurora responded.

“Oh, okay. That's good. So, what are your schedule for today?” She asked.

“Nothing. But there's another photoshoot tomorrow for Givenchy and on Friday I need to do a video shoot with Paris for a dog food commercial.” She replied.

“Oh, right. Nothing for the weekend, right?” She asked as she remembered Sebastian asking her to practice their scenes together that weekend.

“Nothing so far.” Aurora replied.

“Okay, good.” She was going to tell her about Sebastian asking her to practice together that weekend but decided against it after knowing how Aurora felt about him.

“Okay, well I better change and go outside so you can sleep.” She said.

“Okay.” Aurora responded then she closed her eyes.

After Aurora unexpectedly blurted out about Sebastian and her earlier she couldn't help but feel happy about it. That meant Sebastian liked her! Well, she was in a different body but it seemed he liked her personality too and she felt like she was in cloud nine about that. She wondered if he would still like her if she was still in her own body but she realized probably not. The fact that he had never tried to get closer to her when she was still in her own body proved that.

Even though the last thought made her somehow sad, she was still happy she knew of that fact and decided to enjoy it while it lasted. She didn't know how much longer she would be in Aurora's body and she intended to enjoy the time that she still had.

It was three in the afternoon when she received the answer to her prayers last night. She and Aurora were doing some exercises by the swimming pool. Aurora had complained that she started to see fat around her belly and insisted for her to eat less and do some exercises.

She was huffing and sweating as they were just finished doing some HIIT exercises. She sat down on the ground and gulped a bottle of water while Aurora rested on a chair nearby and drank some green smoothies when the door from the kitchen was opened and Rosa came running towards them with panic on her face.

“Miss Watson! Y/n! There are some police at the door and your lawyers Miss Watson. They.. they want to talk to you and..” Rosa said but she was cut off.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N! You are under arrest for breaking and entering!” A policeman came through the kitchen door and announced, startling both of them.

“What?!” She and Aurora both stood up, her heart beating so fast in her chest.

Another policeman came out from the kitchen door followed by two men in black suits she assumed were Aurora's lawyers.

“What's going on? What happened at the trial?!” Aurora shouted as they walked closer to them.

“Miss Watson, Miss Y/L/N, we're really sorry but this is the best we could do.” One of the lawyers said as soon as they arrived in front of them.

“What?!” Aurora yelled.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“We tried our best today at the trial but the judge was a fairly new appointed judge and he.. he decided to sentence your assistant to one month in jail.” One of the lawyers said.

“What?!” She and Aurora shouted at the same time.

When she prayed to God that she wanted to stay longer in Aurora's body, this was not exactly what she had in mind.

Chapter 14 >

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creativepawsworld · 2 years ago

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Just Like Magic

Pairing = Neil Lewis (Watching The Detectives) x Reader

Summary = Neil is following along with another one of Violets adventures. He is getting married. Can Y/n stop it before it’s too late.

Warnings = Language, Grammar...

Word Count = 1264

Note- One shot that has been sitting in my drafts for a bit. This place is lacking in Neil Lewis content lol so here is a one shot... Enjoy

“Lucien where is Neil?” You asked rushed, hurdling through the glass door of Gumshoe Video. Lucien looking up from his spiderman comic book to look at me with wide eyes before returning to his relaxed state, eyes returning to the book in front of him like this was a daily occurrence for him.

“He’s not here, Violet whisked him away. Leaving me in charge, again.” He muttered, lifting his right index finger to his tongue, dampening it and turning the to the next page, careful not to damage any corners.

“Where did they go Lucien? Don’t you check your messages?” You question rummaging through the cash desk in hopes of finding something, anything that would tell me the address of the where they were heading but only finding old receipts, posters and mail that had been left unopened for some time.

“No why?” He replied, completely unphased by my sense of urgency. A white brochure catching you attention next to his foot, bending down, your breathe hitched in my throat as you read over the tiny writing, finding the address you were looking for.

“I need to take your car” You inform him standing to your feet and taking his car keys from beside the cash register.

“NEIL’S GETTING MARRIED” You heard Lucien yell just as you ran out the door. The door closing with a bang as you jumped into Lucien’s beat up Ford Mondeo out front, speeding to the little church at the end of Maple drive.

You had ran into every red light on the way here, the tears were falling from your eyes as you parked close to Neil’s car, hoping and praying you wasn’t too late.

Running towards the wooden door, you inhaled deeply pushing it open but due to how light the door was, it flew from your hands, smacking off the concrete wall behind it alerting everyone, including the church mice that you arrived.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry” You called to the pastor who was standing at the end of the altar, bible opened in his hands with an annoyed expression on his face as he looked at you. “You have really oiled them door huh?” You tried to joke lightly only for it to fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Neil asked wide eyes as he walked towards you, a shocked expression on his face. He was wearing that dorky light blue shirt with the ruffles down the front, accompanied with a blazer and navy pants. His statement converse on his feet.

“You can’t do this Neil” You sigh, eyes pleading with him not to go through with this crazy charade.

“And why not Y/N? I love Violet, she loves me we want to do this”

“What about me?” You ask unsure of the words leaving your mouth but this was your last chance. Neil’s eyes slide over towards Violet and the pastor before returning to your gaze, bewilderment obvious. “Why do you think I stayed late with you all those nights after work? Wore those stupid costumes with you Neil? Watched those terrible movies”

“Because that’s what friends do?” He asked, shuffling between his left and right foot as he scratched the back of his head.

“No because I fell in love with you. Don’t you see that?” You asked practically pleading with him at this point to at least acknowledge your feelings.

“Everything alright here Neil?” Violet asked stepping towards us, a hop in her step as she linked her hands around his arm.

Jealous coursed through your veins as you looked at the woman in front of you, she had given him countless heart attacks and almost got him shot, literally shot to breaking his heart all for her sick twisted messed up fantasy world and yet he stuck by her.

“You what?” Neil asked, a concerned look on his face like he was trying to solve the worlds hardest maths puzzle. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I’m a coward. I was afraid you would reject me” You tell him, leaning your feet outward no doubt ruining the sides of your converse as you stood in what many considered an uncomfortable position.

“Neil come on the pastor is waiting” Violet began to tug on his arm now, her gaze flicking to yours with a glare.

“I’ll be right there” Neil muttered towards her, shaking her hands from his arm before running a hand down his face. “You should have told me before now Y/N”

“I know, I’m sorry” You retreated, heart breaking at his choice of words. You didn’t want to stick around and here the actually rejection, it would hurt to much so you began to back out of the small church. “Sorry again, about the…about the door” You called to the pastor again who this time, returned your gaze with a sympathetic nod, no doubt hearing what just happened.

Nodding to no one in particular, you opened the door, gently this time waiting for it to close before you took off running towards the car. Inside where it was safe, you allowed yourself to lose it. Your hands slapped against the steering wheel and sides of the seat. You were too late.

Deciding you didn’t want to stick around for them to leave, you put the car into drive, hitting every green light this time on your way back to the video store to return the cars to Lucien. The lights were clearly a sign from the universe that you shouldn’t have ignored, the red lights before clearing telling you not to do it but you didn’t listen.

“Did you find him?” Lucien asked when you walked through the door, instantly clocking onto your tears. “I’m sorry Y/N, I honestly didn’t think he would chose her. He never shut up about you”

“Don’t, don’t do that. It’s over I was too late” You huff putting the cars into his open expected hand. “Um I probably won’t be around for a bit, you know…with everything so see you around?” You stated, holding up your hand unsure of what to actually do with it.

“You don’t have to do that, we are still your friends”

“Yeah I know but it will be weird with her around. For me at least, I just need to lick my wounds” You reply backing away towards the door, opening the single glass door planning to make your escape for the foreseeable future when a car’s tyres screeching had you looking out to the street.

“Y/N, Y/N” Neil shouted climbing awkwardly out the car door, almost falling out to the road with his clumsiness. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”

“It’s fine Neil, I’m happy for you. Truly” You respond willing the tears away to send the newly wedded grown your best.

“Why?” He asked, an almost disgusted look on his face as he stared at you.

“For your marriage, to Violet”

“I didn’t marry her Y/N. It’s always been you”

“What? No, Neil no, don’t say things you don’t mean”

Instead of replying with words, he took two long strides forwards making his way to you and clasping his hands over your ears pulling your face close to his and placing a searing kiss on your lips. You had no idea so much passion and want could be construed through a kiss but somehow Neil managed it.

“Does that prove what I mean?”

“Not really, maybe one more” You grin wrapping your hands around the back of his head holding you close to you, lips working together just like magic.

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dc418writes · 3 years ago

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|•Still Over It (Not)•|

✨Pairing✨: Ransom DrysdalexBlack Reader, Special GuestxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Dropping your daughter off with her father always seems to come with drama

⚠️: angst, mention of divorce, mention of cheating, Ransom being usual Ransom, probably considered a toxic relationship (definitely don’t recommend, know you worth kings and queens), little bit of fluff, mention of death, likkle bit of adult fun times

A/N🎙: So when I first got the idea for this, I had just listened to Summer Walker’s new album and of course was put in an angsty mood, and I just hope you guys like it! (Now, will it end in fluff👀…? We’ll see. You guys know I’m soft lol) Also for those of you who saw a couple of my posts get re-uploaded by me a couple of times, for whatever reason those stories weren’t showing up in the tags and I was trying to fix it on my own. What I did didn’t work, but I did reach out to tumblr and they fixed it so hopefully it continues to work! Apologies though for the multiple posts😓

“Kaia, be careful! Watch out for that step.”

Giggles briefly stopping, she heeds your warning taking the three steps one at a time and making sure both her feet meet before moving on. “C’mon momma, daddy’s waiting!,” she smiles excitedly pointing at the seemingly see-through home from the lack of curtains or blinds on any of the windows.

At least one of you were excited to be here.

“Well I could move faster if someone would’ve grabbed her own bag,” you jokingly narrow your eyes making the six-year-old giggle some more as you placed her monogrammed, Gucci backpack on her shoulders. Reaching up to hold your hand, you two continue your journey along the concrete walkway until meeting the doorbell next to the front door, which Kaia couldn’t wait to push bouncing on the balls of her rainboot covered feet.

It doesn’t take long for her father to appear behind the glass brightly smiling at his baby girl who jumps up and down smiling just as big.

“How’s my KK, huh?,” Ransom grins easily picking up the little girl to rest on his hip after kissing her cheek. Taking in your high waisted, black mini skirt and milky white shirt under your black and grey blazer, his cyan eyes never leave your brown ones as his lips twitch into a smirk. “And where does momma think she’s going hm?”

“She has a-,”

“Kaia go put your bag in your room, and take off your boots and coat.”

She mumbles a quick okay, wiggling out her father’s strong arms.

“Hey, bring down that picture we did the other day so you can show mom,” he whispers returning her excited smile before hurrying upstairs.

“Here are her clothes and everything else she’ll need for the week. Yes I triple checked everything’s there,” you quickly state holding out her matching Gucci duffel bag—courtesy of her father of course. “Call me if there’s an emergency.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as he simply looks up and down your frame again. A quick, deep sigh slips past his lips as he takes her bag draping it over his broad shoulder. You can’t ignore the familiar tingle from his fingertips touching yours, but you dare not show him how it affects you.

“You can come in you know,” he states stepping to the side and opening the door even wider for you to enter. Your stubbornness orders your feet to stay planted where they are, but the familiar call of the once comfortable home, along with the remnants of his cologne wafting through your nostrils, is a bit stronger.

He never did spray a lot, but somehow the scent lingered long after he’d leave the room. Plus it didn’t help Ransom could hardly sit still.

One of the few traits he passed onto Kaia, even though he claimed not to know where she got her energy from.

“So, who’s the lucky guy? That barista from the cafe you swore didn’t have a crush on you?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you counter stood in the middle of the spacious living room with arms crossed over your chest.

“It is seeing it potentially concerns my daughter, and her being around some random guy.”

“Oh now that’s a concern for you? That’s funny seeing how you had our daughter in a car and being looked after by a total stranger.”

In your complete seven year relationship, Ransom had pissed you off more than enough times. But that day, knocking on your ex’s door to find a random brunette smiling in your face holding Kaia instead of him, you never felt more furious. He came back to find you lividly waiting on the couch with her bags packed and his “friend” long gone.

Similar to his reaction that day—well until you told him that Kaia’s month long stay would be cut short—he smugly grinned to himself crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Like I told you many times sweetheart, she was my assistant.”

“Since when do assistants stay the night and cook breakfast for their boss Ransom?”

You always knew Kaia’s love of talking would come in handy.

Before either of you could continue what was sure to be another argument, little pats flowing down the stairs have both of you donning small smiles for the sake of the excited little girl holding a wide sheet of construction paper.

“Okay, this is you momma andd this is me and daddy!,” she explains pointing respectively at the slightly disfigured drawings. “And we’re at the beach with a giant sandcastle house.”

“I did the windows,” Ransom adds as if trying to charm his way back to your good side. Your brief glare shows it would take decades, if not longer, for that to happen.

“It looks great buggie, I love it!,” you state squatting to her level. “Now, be good and call if you need anything. Doesn’t matter the time okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too,” you state giving her one final hug before kissing her warm cheek then moving to her forehead.

You stand to your feet nearly bumping into Ransom’s chest from him inching closer to the both of you. His innocent smile has you rolling your eyes as you turn to go back to your car. The heels of your leather booties tapping the entire way.

“What? No goodnight kiss for me?,” he asks leaning against the wooden doorframe.

“Bedtime is nine. No later,” you call over your shoulder just before entering your car. Taillights eventually disappearing down the road.

———

It’s the second set of steps you’ve had to climb tonight, but these bring more excitement than the first. You don’t even have a chance to ring the doorbell, or knock, before the light grey door opens revealing soft, blue eyes and that warm smile that always caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry I’m late. There was an accident so traffic was backed up a bit.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad you made it.” The gentle caress of his hand against your neck sends a slight shiver down your spine from the chilled temperature of his palm.

“Sorry, I just pulled the wine bottle out the fridge when you pulled in.”

“It’s okay,” you softly giggle playfully bumping your nose against his. You eagerly follow his pull bringing you towards his waiting lips as he manages to lock the front door behind you with his other hand before it finds your hip. Pressed against the door, neither of you can get enough of each other from your mouths seemingly being in competition of who could outdo the other. Your arms wrap around his neck while he brings your body closer; kneading the burning flesh of your lower cheek making a moan fall between you.

His slightly furrowed brows as you pull back causes you to grin, pecking his swollen lips once more. “Trust me Andy I don’t want to stop either, but I think something’s done in there.”

So entranced, he didn’t hear the alarm chiming on his phone in the kitchen signaling he needed to take the bread out of the oven. Or smell the light char progressively forming. Luckily it wasn’t too bad as he hurried to carefully pull the baking sheet covered in buttered baguette slices from the oven.

“Everything looks so good!,” you smile uncovering the pan containing the bubbling marinara mixed with vegetables and penne noodles.

“Thanks. It’s honestly one of the few things I know how to make so hopefully it tastes as good,” he chuckles handing you a filled bowl before following behind to pull out your barstool.

“Andy I know my way around your place. You don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know you do, but I don’t want you lifting a finger,” he winks pouring you a glass of wine.

“You may not want it, but I’m helping clean up.”

“Do you really want our first fight to be about dishes sweetheart?,” he smirks over his shoulder, pausing from making his own bowl.

“No, and there won’t be a fight. Trust me,” you wink back taking a sip of your Merlot.

“So stubborn. What am I gonna do with you huh?”

“Let me have my way and be happy,” you grin sweetly pecking the corner of his chuckling mouth.

As always, conversation flowed easily between you two over the savory meal. You discussed how your respective classes were going so far this semester, before venturing to more personal topics. Andy asked about Kaia and her new ballet class remembering how nervous you were if she’d actually like it.

“And how was everything tonight? With Ransom,” he carefully asked just before drinking from his half filled glass. You hadn’t even started dating yet, still just colleagues, when Andy happened to pass by your office hearing your cries that afternoon. He didn’t want to anger you by prying, but he couldn’t just walk away. His soft knocks startled you into action, hurriedly grabbing a couple tissues from the box beside you trying to clean your face the best you could before letting him in. Although you insisted it was just your allergies to the dust and whatever else was lying around the old office when he questioned you, the words spoken by his gentle voice left a lasting impression that ultimately led to this very moment.

“Keeping things hidden can only last so long until what’s hidden forces it’s way out. Trust me when I say that Y/N.”

As you talked more and became closer, you confided in Andy about your divorce. How Ransom disrespected you and your relationship over and over all those years ago, yet still insisted he wanted you. How although you wanted nothing to do with him, you felt guilty separating Kaia from one of her best friends.

He understood some of your feelings having gone through a divorce himself, and soon became your listening ear and shoulder to cry on those nights you felt like you failed not only yourself, but your daughter as well.

“It was…relatively smooth. He didn’t try getting me to stay like he typically does.”

“But let me guess, he wasn’t thrilled about you going on a date.”

“Mm, he doesn’t exactly know I’m on a date. He had an idea seeing how I’m dressed, but when he tried to pry I told him it was none of his business. You can imagine the reaction from that answer though.”

“At least the drop offs are getting easier,” Andy smiles gently squeezing your thigh. He understood how you weren’t ready to tell Ransom about your new relationship, slightly nervous of how he’d react. But he still wished everything would come out already so neither of you had to hide anymore. He loved the private dates within your respective homes that led to cuddles or your bodies tangled together until the next morning, but he also wanted to take you to a nice restaurant. Maybe even the park without being afraid of word getting back to your ex.

“How are you feeling? I-I know the accident happened around this time.”

“Yea,” he sighs picking at the lone noodle left in his bowl. “I’m uh..I’m alright.”

Your soft hand caressing his cheek, thumb grazing back and forth against his warm skin, brings his attention back to you and your small smile.

“How are you really Andy?” For a former DA and highly esteemed lawyer, even he couldn’t fool intuition.

“It’s…tough. The pain isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be, but it’s still there. Then when I leave messages telling Laurie how I’m going to his grave if she wants to come, sorta reaching that cordial hand out, she acts like she doesn’t care. Saying maybe I shouldn’t go so often.”

Since his passing, Andy made it a point to visit Jake three times a year; his birthday, the day of the accident, and during the holidays. Sometimes he’d visit more in those times he just needed to get away from everything.

Was it a lot? Maybe to some, but that was his son who he had the right to visit however often he saw fit.

“Well, if she doesn’t want to go she doesn’t have to, and if you want to see him all those times during the year then keep going. Especially if it helps and makes you happy,” you softly smile as he leans into your touch.

“And if you don’t want to go alone, I’m here.”

God, if you only knew how badly he wanted to say he loved you. Only being together six months though, he was sure you’d run away. Even Andy himself felt foolish falling so hard so fast, but he couldn’t deny how you fully had his heart, his soul, his entire being.

At first, he thought only Laurie would hold that position, but life had it’s way of showing him different.

The hairs of his beard tickle your palm as he carefully kisses the center before bringing you closer to show the same attention to your lips. For now, it was the closest he could get to saying those three words without actually speaking them.

Trying to clean up after dinner was more of a challenge than it should’ve been with Andy’s mouth stuck to that special spot where your neck met your shoulder making you giggle and purr the way he liked. “You’re being distracting,” you stated biting your lip to hide your smile.

“You insisted on cleaning sweetheart,” he grinned against your skin.

“And instead of resting, like any other person would, you decide to do this.”

“Mhm, it’s more fun.”

That’s how you found yourselves in Andy’s room. Your bare bodies pressed together under his warm sheets moaning the other’s name, and falling asleep shortly after your respective euphorias wrapped in his strong arms.

This restful sleep didn’t last long though, with the loud vibrations of your phone on top of the wooden nightstand cutting through the quiet of the dark house.

Seeing Ransom’s name illuminated on the screen has you moving too quick for your still foggy mind giving you a slight headache as you sat against the headboard.

“Hey what’s wrong?” At your concerned tone Andy’s now more alert, rubbing gentle circles on your back as he tilts his head to look up at you.

“Kaia won’t go to sleep,” he sighs in frustration.

“Ransom it’s after midnight, why is she just now going to bed?”

“She went to bed at her bedtime, but she woke up an hour ago screaming about a nightmare. I tried everything I could, but she keeps asking for you.”

“Alright, let me talk to her.” There’s a few moments of rustling before you hear the little sniffles and hiccups as her little hands hold onto her father’s while he holds the phone to her ear.

“Mommy?”

“Hi buggie,” you smile, hoping through your voice she can hear everything’s okay. “Daddy said you had a bad dream.”

“Mhmm. Y-You l-left me in the store,” she explains. Tiny voice wobbling as fresh tears hit her cheek.

You hadn’t told Andy about this, but Kaia was another reason you were a bit fearful in this new relationship. She’d had you there all her life, and as her mother you always would be, but you were worried she’d view Andy as the guy taking her mom away versus a possible addition to their family.

And if she were any bit of jealous like her father, that was a strong possibility.

“Aww I’m sorry. You know mama would never do that right? I love you so much, and I’ll always be there.”

“Yes.”

“Good, now go back to sleep okay? I know daddy has fun stuff planned for you tomorrow, so you need all your rest.”

“Are you coming back?”

“What, to go with you guys? No honey, it’s daddy daughter week-,”

“Noo, back here! I can’t sleep without you.”

“Um…well it’s pretty late Kaia. What if I meet you both for lunch tomorrow while you’re out?”

“But…but I want you here now momma,” she cries only further breaking your heart.

“A-Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Go ahead and lie down though, try to relax.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you too buggie,” you smile as your ex husband’s hushed voice returns to the phone.

“Thanks Y/N. It is late though, and you shouldn’t be out on the road by yourself. I’ll get you an Uber-,”

“No! No, that’s okay I’ll be fine. See you in a few.”

“Alright, see you then.”

“Everything okay?,” Andy asks mid yawn, as you hang up your phone tossing it on the comforter in front of you.

“Yea, Kaia just had a bad dream and can’t go back to sleep without me there so I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay I understand. I’d do the same thing if it was Jake,” he smiles sitting up to sweetly peck your cheek. “It’s late, need me to drive you?”

“No it’s okay, plus I don’t need any questions from Ransom.” Sliding out of bed, your quick to grab his shirt from the floor before pulling it over your head until you can get to your duffle bag in the closet.

“Text me when you make it.” Taking in his soft eyes and messy hair sticking up every which way, you’re quick to crawl up the bed between his legs until your mouths connect one more time in a mix of passion and playful from your short moans and giggles.

“I will, and I promise I’ll be back.”

“Take your time. I’ll be here.”

———

“Is she still coming?”

“Yes KK, she’s on her way,” Ransom sighs sitting on the edge of her bed. “Nice touch with the tears by the way. Who taught you how to cry on command?”

“I dunno,” Kaia shrugs. “I just thought of something sad and they happened.”

“Huh, looks like I have a future Oscar winner on my hands,” he smirks tickling her sides.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll show you later, now lie down. That sounds like your mom outside.” Sure enough, there was the chirp of a car locking followed by the chime of the doorbell.

“Some date that must’ve been,” he silently grinned to himself fixing his hair in the mirror of his daughter’s vanity. You were in those same old sweats with the dotted bleach stains you typically wore during your period. “Poor guy was definitely in for a surprise if he expected something tonight.”

“Are we still goin’ to Lolli’s Party Palace tomorrow?! I want the new Lolli doll and one that looks just like me.”

“Yes, and I promise to buy you anything else you want but what was our agreement?”

“Be good, don’t tell mama about your plan, anddd…tell you everything I know about her new friend.”

“That’s my KK,” Ransom smiles kissing his giddy daughter’s forehead as she settles under the covers.

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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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littlemissnoname13 · 4 years ago

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Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived.

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle.

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer.

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter.

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson.

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend.

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Are you—are you alright?”

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around.

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck.

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears.

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up.

“What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze.

“What?” You asked when you noticed.

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.”

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.”

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?”

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him.

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion.

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.” You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless.

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.”

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied.

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips.

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.”

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs.

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head.

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up.

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room.

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book.

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.”

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug.

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great.

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle."

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape.

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott."

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down.

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n."

What?

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other.

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?"

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it.

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone.

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said.

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night.

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day.

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even.

He knew that.

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up."

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it.

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified.

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer.

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult.

“Did you do something different to your hair?”

“Uh—no why are you asking.”

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself.

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair.

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud.

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment.

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face.

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

"I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?"

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched.

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes.

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened.

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days.

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away.

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions.

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way.

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class.

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book.

Only it wasn’t your book.

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book.

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book.

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake.

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk.

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way.

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.”

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside.

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.”

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground.

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your fingers through your hair in confusion.

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled.

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this.

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!."

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his.

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long.

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms.

Freaking Finally.

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile.

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk.

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.

A Daisy for my daisy.

You give me hope.

- D.M

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

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“Harry’s stylist, right?”

Summary: Harry and his personal stylist are great collaborators, on screen and off. She helps his visions come to life and in turn they’ve become close friends. As she helps him to bring his fashion dreams come to life during the Fine Line era, will some other dreams come to life as well?

Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this fit is very important to this part lmaooo - I literally have no idea what to call this lol, anyway I've been sitting on this for forever and I wanted to get something out for yall and i love this story there will be a part 2 when i get to a writing mood. I love this story bc its my literal dream - anyway!! pls enjoy and reblog and lmk what you think :)

Word Count: 14k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, tame for now, should be smut eventually - aka slow burn (what else would you expect from me at this point i guess)

part 2

“Hey, H, I just had a question about one of the SNL outfits? Do you have a sec?”

Harry looked up from his phone and raised his brows at his stylist, Y/N.

Y/N had worked with Harry previously. In photoshoots for Another Man magazine and his most recent Gucci campaign. As well as some other random times, such as one-off award show looks and specific appearances. However, this past summer Harry had hired Y/N to work fulltime for him, exclusively. He had told her that he was planning on releasing his second album in the winter and he wanted someone there to help him plan his clothes for music videos, award season, interview appearances, as well as tour outfits.

Y/N stood just inside the doorway of the room, leaning her back against the wall, looking expectantly at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pursed. She was dressed simply in a white satin skirt and a matching cropped button-up, they both had cream flowers embroidered on, paired with horsebit slim Gucci mules. Her style was eclectic, but she had definitely noticed an increase of Gucci in her wardrobe since starting her employment with Harry.

Y/N’s passion in life was fashion and clothes and she constantly worried that one of Harry’s outfits wouldn’t deliver as much as she wanted it to. He was quick to tell her not to worry so much though, as long as they both were happy with it, how could anyone else not love it. Plus, he’d always add, it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought. But as more and more events began to crop up, Y/N’s worry over her work grew. She had only been the head stylist for Harry on projects that were still underwraps - except for Lights Up which had been released a couple weeks ago now.

The first project she ever worked on with Harry as his full-time personal stylist was the Lights Up music video. She had never worked so closely with one person for so long on just one project. Harry was insistent in vision and came in the first day filled with ideas, what he imagined for the video's concept and how he wanted to incorporate clothes. She had been happy to make his dreams become reality.

The two of them spent hours at his house for weeks, pouring over every detail of every outfit he planned to wear. They both wanted it to be perfect. And eventually, it all came together, exactly how they had planned. All of the garments for the video took up two entire garment racks. Y/N had made Harry pose in every single outfit for polaroids that she dated and then put into a lookbook she started for him. She had told him she planned to document every outfit she styled for him and Harry had been so excited. The outfits he wore in the video were received with praise when it was finally released, and Harry and Y/N were overjoyed. There was already a party for its release, but they both were especially happy that night. Throughout the evening, Harry and Y/N would gravitate to one another and fall into side conversations about the outfits and what people had been saying. Even if Harry said it didn’t matter, he and Y/N both knew, at the end of the day, they loved when people were happy with their work.

“Sure,” he bounced to his feet, but Y/N made a hand motion telling him that he could stay seated. He settled back down as she crossed over and sat beside him on his couch.

She was at his house in London today planning his next few appearances that were promotion for the upcoming album, Saturday Night Live was next. Harry had been taking a break from their work until she had come in.

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to be at his house, they had been working together for months now. First, it had been for his outfits in his music videos that were filmed in late summer and early fall, like Lights up, but also a few other ones. Now, it was clothing for promo appearances, interviews, and listening parties. Next, it would be tour outfits, which she had already started planning, but officially, they hadn’t started discussions yet. Harry had helped her to get a flat closer to his house in London just for her to be able to head over and help with the planning or fitting of his outfits more easily. She also was constantly traveling with him to his appearances, making sure outfits were perfect right before whatever show it was or making last minute adjustments in case either of them decided something wasn’t right.

While Harry was a big guy, his waist was far trimmer than a usual man built to his size, this meant she had to take in a lot of his trousers at the waist. As well, with his shirts and coats, she’d have to take them in or out depending on how Harry wanted the fit to be - either perfectly tight or perfectly oversized. He was particular, but she appreciated his drive for fashion and how he cared for his appearance. Before performances, she often had to take things in or out based on any body fluctuation that had occurred since the initial fitting.

She was looking at her sketchpad that held all of her notes on his clothes - which was different from the lookbook of polaroids - including patches of the actual colors and little Harry figures dressed in what he was going to wear. Right now, she had the pad opened to a page titled “SNL Opener - November 16, 2019”.

“So I was thinking with your opening monologue outfit, it might look better to have a different colored blazer? A matching yellow would be great, but if you did more of a toned down - maybe light tan or beige - blazer with gold embellishments, you’d elevate it to look sophisticated and stylish, rather than just stylish. It’d be exactly like the runway look - which I know you sometimes don’t like, but I think it’s what looks best.”

She ran her finger between two swatches of what she thought would be the better blazer color and the one Harry had originally wanted. He wet his lips and gazed at the page as he thought about what she said. Normally, she liked monochrome on him, but she thought the deep blue underneath a completely yellow suit might wash him out on the stage.

“Yeah,” he pointed to the top beige swatch, “I think I do like this better.” He paused and turned his head to Y/N, looking in her eyes before asking, “Is that all?”

“Er...no,” Y/N ran a hand over her unstyled hair, slightly fluffed by her constant musing of it. She often fiddled with it while she worked, better than biting nails she always said when confronted about her tick. After a sigh Y/N continued, “I was just on the phone with Jane from Gucci and she said that for Look 57 they could only send your technical size, for some reason they can’t custom make it. Meaning, I’ll have to tailor the whole thing to you when it arrives. Is that alright? Or do you want to choose something else?”

She flipped to a page that said “SNL WS.” Harry followed her hands and nodded realizing she was talking about the Gucci suit he wanted to wear for Watermelon Sugar. It was a watermelon’s inside red. When he had found out the suit came in that color, he had danced around the dining table for what Y/N had felt like was an hour, humming the tune of Watermelon Sugar excitedly. Finally, she had coaxed him to sit back down and get back to their other work, which was still picking out clothes.

“No, that’s fine,” Harry shook his head and used his thumb to scratch under his lips absentmindedly, “It really needs to be that color.”

She nodded, she knew what his answer was going to be, but she also knew he still liked to make the final decision.

“Alright, we’ll just have to meet for longer when everything arrives, to tailor that one. Then the rest of them should just be making sure the fit is perfect.”

She rose up from her seat and patted Harry’s shoulder, leaving him to his thoughts, as she went back to finish up the calls with Jane and the designers.

He caught her hand in his before she completely walked away, “Thank you, Y/N.” He was so grateful he had hired someone who was as driven as he was and understood his fashion sense and wanted to help enhance what he was thinking, rather than someone trying to control him or just going along with whatever he said. Neither would be productive or helpful, thankfully Y/N loved her job and cared to do things right.

She grinned before exiting, “H, you’re going to be this century’s style icon if it’s the last thing I do.” He laughed as she walked out of the room, leaning back on the couch to continue his lurking on Instagram.

One week later

“I’m here, H! I come bearing Gucci and more!” Y/N said as she shuffled through Harry’s front door, she held a deconstructed rack and a garment bag filled with heavy suits and things. Inside were Harry’s four most important outfits for SNL, some other garments for SNL, and some clothes they had talked about for his upcoming listening sessions later in the month. Y/N needed to check the fit on all of them and begin tailoring the Watermelon Sugar suit. The key Harry had given to Y/N, previously, had let her in, but she assumed he was home. He said he’d be.

When Y/N rounded the corner she found another empty room. Confused, she set down her large items and went to search for Harry. Y/N literally needed him to be here for this part. It was the only real time she actually needed to see him in person - but that was beside the point.

“H?”

She wandered through the different rooms of his home. Normally, Y/N didn’t go into the other rooms, she was always mainly in his lounge area, the dining room, and a little casual office room he had - sometimes the kitchen for water, his bedroom once. Still not finding him, she decided to venture to the furthest door, Harry’s bedroom, she remembered.

Harry groaned at the sound of a knock on his door, he rolled over in his bed. After a few moments of hearing nothing else than his groan, Y/N felt like she had to go in and check on him.

“H, it’s 12:30 and we agreed we’d meet at noon. Are you feeling alright?”

Y/N moved into the room and found a shirtless Harry surrounded by rumpled sheets, clutching at a pillow. He groaned into his pillow again in response. Her legs bent at the edge of the bed and she reached out to smooth some of his chestnut hair out of his face, “What’s wrong?”

He moved his head to allow his eyes to look at her, “‘M so tired, don’t know why. My stomach kind of hurts too…” Y/N looked at him quizzically, before running her hand over his tan forehead once more, this time checking for a fever. “You don’t have a fever. When did you go to sleep? Have you eaten anything today?” With her help, Harry moved into a seated position, head tilted back against the bedpost. He sat silent for a moment before blowing air out of his mouth. “Went to sleep kind of late for me, I guess...Haven’t eaten.”

“Ok, you’re just tired from staying up late, you old man, and you might be a little dehydrated and hungry. Listen, I’ll go make you some food if you get up and prepare yourself for the day. We need to get all your clothes fitted so that I can fix anything before next week.” Y/N was always good at getting Harry back on track when he got distracted - or even out of the station, when he wasn’t in the mood to work on something. She slid from her perch on the bed and walked to almost the edge of the room before Harry called her back.

“Can you pick out my clothes for me?” His soft, tired voice whined. “So hard...and you’ve got the best eye. Pleaseeee,” he pleaded softly.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N sighed and made her way back into his room. Crossing to the door that led to his walk-in closet, she set to work. As silly as he was being, she could never pass up on a chance to pick out an outfit for Harry.

“You’re literally going to be changing the entire time, H, you could have just thrown on sweats,” she called back to him once inside the smaller room. He repeated how she always picked the right thing, even for just around the house. Again, Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry, but she also couldn’t hide the warm smile on her face that was due to his compliment.

She couldn’t believe how dramatic Harry could be sometimes. Right now, he was a lesser form of hungover and he was acting like his life was ending. Y/N had made a note a while ago to never agree to a meeting on the day after any partying. She learned the hard way one particularly terrible Sunday. She had come round his house at a similar time, noon-ish and found Harry dead asleep, backwards in his bed. When she had roused him, his only responses were grumbles and groans. She had to not only pick out his clothes, but also help dress him. Then, after providing water and aspirin, she moved all their work into his bedroom so they could work from there. Harry had proved to be a baby when it came to hangovers. But, she hadn’t realized he could get like this even without being truly hungover.

After settling on his live aid t-shirt, that Y/N was eternally jealous of, located at the front of his drawer and his favorite corduroy trousers, she walked out and threw them in the direction of his toned, but slumped body. “I will not get you boxers, that is most definitely not in my job description, Boss.” Y/N sent a pointed look in his direction, moving to finally leave the room. While he was technically her boss as her employer, their work relationship was extremely collaborative and it never felt like he was in control of her, she just liked to give him shit for being a drama queen.

“Guess I’ll be going commando. How’s that going to work with me changing in front of you a bunch of times?” He teased right back, taking the clothes you had thrown at him and giving them a onceover. His teasing signalled that he was already feeling better.

Y/N shook her head and walked out of the room, “For the love of God, Harry, please put on underwear before you come out and continuously strip in front of me!”

The words he shouted after that were muffled, but they were something along the lines of how the human body is beautiful and shouldn’t be covered up. Unbelievable. As she set to work on making both of them some lunch, she finally heard Harry begin moving around. They had a lot of work to do as it was and whenever Harry was in a mood, whether it be a good mood or a bad mood, they always seemed to have a hard time focusing.

One night, that could be seen as the poster child for Harry and Y/N’s procrastination, was during the planning for the Adore You music video. Harry was in a super good mood that day and he had brought that energy to their meeting at his house. Y/N was supposed to be fitting him for the various outfits, but Harry, in his mania, ordered an overzealous amount of Chinese food. It took her and Harry hours to even make a dent in the food. And while they passed the time with eating, Harry and Y/N got further and further from their tasks, opting for conversations that included more fun topics than work. They had gossipped about some of the other people they worked with, Harry had begged for “the tea” about some of his other staffers and Y/N was happy to oblige. As much as Y/N would hate to admit it, she loved when they got off of work subjects and talked about how their day’s had been and what has been on their nerves lately. It was a nice way to decompress, it was like hanging out with a friend, except it wasn’t, not really.

Harry shuffled into the kitchen wearing what Y/N had picked out for him. Her smile grew knowing that he hadn’t changed what she’d picked. His confidence in her and her abilities never failed to feel like the biggest compliment.

“Go sit at the dining table, I’ve made us some little sandwiches and then we can decide the order we want to go through the outfits in.”

Before following Y/N’s orders, Harry continued his shuffling around, first to the cabinet for a glass, then to the fridge for water. At the end of the table, she set the plates between the head of the table’s spot and the one to its left. Harry took the side spot, so Y/N was on the end. After a bite of his food, Harry moaned loudly in contentment. This caused an amused look on Y/N’s face, there had been nothing special in his house so she had just made what was possible. This meant that Harry’s satisfaction was a little over the top.

“You’re acting like you haven’t eaten in a week. What did you do last night that got you in such a twist?” Y/N asked as she took a sip of her own glass of water. Harry nibbled at his lower lip after swallowing, trying to understand why he was particularly tired today.

“I guess I forgot to eat properly yesterday and then I went out running. And I stayed up late on the phone with,” he paused, eyes flashing to Y/N and then away again, “someone for SNL.”

Y/N hummed at his words before going back to her own eating. She didn’t understand why he hesitated about telling her he’d been on the phone last night, it especially irked her that he wouldn’t even say with whom. Professionally, it wasn’t really her business, but Harry was never secretive with her. Plus, it seemed to be work related so why was he being so flighty about it.

Moving forward, Harry peppier from eating and simply moving around, the pair set to work. They decided on trying on everything else first and then saving the Watermelon Sugar suit to the end. The other three main pieces for the night fit perfectly, Y/N had to only do minor reworks of certain areas.

“H, I need you to hold still…” Y/N interrupted Harry’s ramblings as she was crouched beside him.

She had to take up the hem on the pant legs so right now she was trying to pin them in the place she and Harry had agreed upon, without messing with the pleats.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, straightening out his back to stand taller.

He stayed quiet for a bit until Y/N popped back up, she looked at her notebook for reference on what she still had to tailor.

“Okay, next, the pants crotch is looking pretty fitted, so I assume you want it taken down a bit,” Y/N said as she got back into her crouching position. “Look in the mirror and tell me where you think letting it out looks best, I don’t have the best vantage point when I’m up this close…” she trailed off, placing her measuring tape directly on top of Harry’s crotch and running it down his leg a ways.

Once done with her first attempt at where she thought was best to let the pants out, she turned her eyes to the mirror that showed Harry in his suit with Y/N on her knees before him. Harry cleared his throat as he looked in the mirror, seeing Y/N with her eyes wide in anticipation in the position she was in made him want to run and hide. Her hands were extremely close to his dick, but it was literally her job, he knew he had to shake the thoughts that were running through his mind.

“Maybe just a bit further up actually, as much as I like the high waist with dropped crotch, I want this suit to have that specifically tailored look,” his hands motioned for Y/N to bring the drop up a ways.

Her hands then brought the measuring tape up, once again grazing over his area. Again, Y/N looked at Harry through the mirror for approval, and this time he gave it and she placed a single pin in the place where the pants would be let out to.

Standing up, Y/N hoped Harry didn’t notice the blush gracing her face. She was a stylist and used to being around naked bodies as well as touching around a man’s crotch when working. But Harry in this suit must have been magic, because she had felt extremely vulnerable on her knees in front of him in it. She had felt flushed the minute he hadn’t liked what she had done initially and she hated that she felt that way for some reason. Beginning to work on the sleeves of the suit set her at ease, Y/N was thankful to no longer be kneeling or in such close proximity to what was under Harry’s pants.

“Anything on your mind of late?” Harry broke the silence.

Y/N hummed with a pin stuck between her lips, folding up the suit jacket’s right sleeve. Plucking it from her mouth after a few silent moments, she said, “Not really, haven’t had time to do much else lately. Always thinking about you,” Y/N flushed as she realized what she had just said. “I mean, thinking about you like about your clothes and when they’re going to arrive and what I need to do about them, not you personally, sorry that came out wrong,” her blush intensified as she rapidly fumbled through her last sentence.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god!”

While Y/N had gotten flustered with her words, she managed to stick the pin she was using straight into Harry’s flesh. She immediately removed the pin from where it had stuck him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, H, we’ve got to get this off. I need to make sure you’re not bleeding onto the suit.”

Y/N rushed around to Harry's backside and began slipping off his suit jacket as Harry chuckled and began to unbutton the shirt as carefully as possible.

“‘S alright, Y/N, if there’s any blood on the shirt it’ll blend in, blood is practically the same color.” She glared at him through the mirror and Harry continued to laugh, “That is not funny, H, I shouldn’t have stuck you in the first place.”

“No, no,” Harry hushed Y/N as she began to slip off his shirt from one side to the other, taking off the sleeve on the side she hadn’t poked, “you’ve got so much on your plate with all the planning for the upcoming events. Then you worked yourself up over a little slip.” As Y/N carefully unbuttoned the cuff of the sleeve to try and slip off the shirt with the least amount of blood on it as possible, Harry finished with, “I wouldn’t mind if you were just thinking about me, though, an’ not the clothes.”

This time, Y/N was very in control, not willing to let herself slip up a second time today. She didn’t know how to respond to what Harry had just admitted. It wasn’t like this hasn't happened before. Both of them were guilty of making little comments that made it sound like they were interested in each other in a way that was a little different than professional or friendly. But every time the other person always had the responsibility to shut the idea down or completely blow past what their counter had just said.

“Harry…” She began, it was soft and pleading, like she was saying she couldn’t entertain that idea. Examining his forearm, after pulling the shirt completely away and resting it on a nearby chair, she saw a little spot of blood protruding from the pin prick she had caused. “Where do you keep your bandages?” Y/N decided that it was best to brush past Harry’s words this time and went off to find his first aid kit. Harry stood there, shirtless, staring at the blood on his arm. It really wasn’t a lot and it wouldn’t have done anything to the suit, but Y/N was always so careful and never wanted to ruin any of Harry’s clothes.

On her return, Y/N came upon a shirtless Harry perched on the edge of the table, with one arm crossed and his other - that was bleeding - being held slightly away from his body, as if Harry was afraid to touch it. His posture was slumped so Y/N could see his spine curving beneath his tanned honey-soft skin and his shoulder blades slightly flexed. While most of Harry’s body was covered in tattoos, she noticed how the closest tattoo to his back was the small line drawing of a guitar on the back of his left shoulder. Other than that his smooth back was bare. Y/N found it interesting that Harry had never chosen to ink his back. She jogged lightly back into the room and Harry’s head turned to watch her approach. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he regarded her. She noticed he was being particularly quiet, but she had no idea why. Maybe he was still tired.

Y/N set to work on finding the correct tissue, neosporin, and bandage for Harry’s small wound. As she worked on fixing up her mistake, Harry’s eyes followed her movements. Green eyes flickering between her hands on his arm and her own eyes focusing on her task.

“After this, I actually can just head home and finish the rest of the work,” Y/N said as she unpackaged the bandage, “I already know where I need to take in the suit sleeves and the shirt’s sleeves were looking fine. So, I can get out of your hair and you can get to sleep early tonight.” She placed the nude toned bandage over Harry’s arm, she was a little sad to find he didn’t own fun bandages. That was something that she expected from Harry, but she resigned that maybe she didn’t know everything about Harry.

Before Harry could speak, Y/N continued, “Don’t rehearsals for the show start tomorrow? When are you flying to New York?” She ran her hand over the bandage, smoothing it in place. Her hand lingered there as her eyes looked up and met Harry’s. Harry twitched his arm away from Y/N’s touch and scratched his nose slightly.

“Yeah, I’m flying out tomorrow morning. When are you set to fly out?”

“Friday. I’ll get in before the final dress rehearsal and then I’ll be there for the show.” Y/N stepped back and began to rehang the suit jacket and shirt that they had discarded in her haste to not get blood on them.

Then Y/N stood there staring at Harry. He looked at her slightly confused by her doing nothing when she said she was leaving. “Pants, H.” She said finally when she realized he had forgotten he was still wearing the suit pants. “Oh! Sorry,” Harry exclaimed as he began to unbutton and remove the pants he was wearing. He handed her the pants and she exchanged them with his live-aid t shirt. He took it graciously before slipping it on and disguising his toned body beneath it. Then he took his pants from earlier and fully redressed himself.

“Damn!” Y/N said and Harry’s head flipped to watch her as she began to put all of the clothing back in their garment bags and take down the rack.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just pinched myself with the rack, I’m all left feet today.”

“Here,” Harry chuckled as he walked over to help Y/N, “let me help you with all this. Just in the boot of your car, yeah?” Y/N nodded and smiled in appreciation for Harry. He grabbed her keys laying on the table and then took the rack and a garment bag. Even if things sometimes got tense between them, for whatever reason, he was always quick to move past it and be thoughtful and kind in the best ways for Y/N. After shaking her hand out, she grabbed the last garment bags and followed Harry out to her car. Harry shut the back of her car softly and turned to face Y/N, she stood beside her car door, ever so slightly leaning against it. He walked to her side and smiled.

“I’ll see you in a week,” he said before wrapping his arms around Y/N’s much smaller frame. His body was radiating heat and it felt good against Y/N in the crisp night air of London. She pressed into his hold and wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him hard. “Less than...Can’t wait to see you make an absolute fool of yourself out there.” Harry protested her tease with a small, “Hey!” but mostly focused on his hands on her back and the way her hair felt especially soft under his chin. Finally, Y/N pulled away, “Kidding! You’ll be amazing and you’ll look killer while doing it.” She winked before opening her car door and driving off. Harry was left with the lingering scent of her perfume and shampoo mingling in his nose.

It was the Saturday night, November 16th, 2019.

Harry and Y/N were in his dressing room before the show started. His outfits for the night were lined up, except for his opener one that Y/N had just dressed him in. His first change would be for Light’s Up, then a couple skit outfits that had to be moved elsewhere for quick changes, then the Watermelon Sugar suit, and then finally his end of the show casual look. The opener looked incredible, it’s fit was impeccable and Y/N knew people were going to love it.

She stepped back from Harry to give his whole body a once over, the SNL hairstylist had just blown out his hair and given him a sort of middle part. It definitely looked good and paired with the suit - Y/N could already tell it was going to be a hit by all accounts. Harry grinned back at her, doing a little dance to show just how much he was loving his clothes and how excited he was.

Grabbing the lint roller, Y/N gave the lapels of his suit jacket a once over and then moved it slightly out of the way to roll the big collar of Harry’s shirt and the bits of the body of the shirt that were showing underneath the jacket. Basically, Y/N was lint rolling over Harry’s clothed abs. Apparently, that was a ticklish area for Harry because he began to squirm and giggle under the tool’s touch.

“Seriously, H?”

She smiled as she said it, so excited for Harry that she couldn’t be mad at his relestness.

“Can’t help it. ‘M so giddy. Plus, I’m a wee bit ticklish.”

Y/N gave him a single laugh before removing the lint roller and smoothing over the shirt against his stomach and then over the lapels when she put the jacket back in place. She adjusted the Gucci reader’s she was wearing today, that were more for decoration than anything, but she liked to pretend they made her see better.

“You look smashing, Mr. Styles. Absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”

“Are you talking to me or the suit?” Harry asked as he flipped to look in the full length mirror in the dressing room.

“Can’t it be both?”

“Sure,” Harry said, he noticed the clock and realized it was his time to get in places. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Y/N’s cheek, “It’s my time, thank you, Y/N.” She blushed at his words and actions. As he walked out the door, she called after him, “Break a leg, H!” He sent a final air kiss in her direction before completely disappearing.

She looked at the clothes hanging on the rack in the room and palmed over the fabric. Checking the lapels and brushing the lint roller over the, she finally stepped back and was happy with how they looked. When the show was just about to start, she flitted to the part of backstage where she could watch Harry perform. She giggled along to his monologue and grinned whole-heartedly when the crowd would roar with approval. Y/N had heard all of the jokes already because of the dress rehearsal yesterday, but it didn’t matter. Harry was killing it. She also took time to appreciate how good Harry looked in his suit on stage. In front of the lights and all the people, his suit shined brightly with the pops of blue and yellow and the oversized grey-iege jacket. His soft chestnut hair billowed perfectly to frame his forehead as he sipped from the faux martini. Y/N bit her lip to stifle her laugh. The fact that Harry, her boss and friend, was up on the Saturday Night Live stage with pink and blue nails sipping from a faux martini, it was perfect.

When Harry came back for his first performance change Y/N was right there waiting for him.

“Hi, that was really good,” she smiled up at him as he began to take off his coat.

He smiled brightly back at her as he exhaled a hefty breath, “You think so?”

“Yes! C’mon, everyone loved it. You delivered it all perfectly…” she took over undoing the buttons on the shirt because Harry was moving too slowly. “I’m in a man band now…” Y/N mumbled under her breath before chuckling.

“Did you just imitate my accent?” Harry said, now pulling off his sleeves.

Y/N moved around his back to take the shirt to hang and grab his Lights Up outfit. They worked like a well-oiled machine together, constantly taking over roles to get things done more efficiently, but never stepping on each other’s toes.

“Nope,” she winked before handing him the black sequin jumpsuit and exchanging it for his yellow pants. After rehanging the pants and bringing over Harry’s different set of boots, Y/N said, “Y’know, I’d have to say that your hair is giving your suit a run for its money.” She placed the shoes on the table beside Harry and began to fix into the place different parts of the jumpsuit, moving to zip up the back and then coming to the front to smooth it.

“What do you mean?” Harry looked in the mirror and delicately touched the edges of his hair, considering Y/N’s statement.

“No one ever really sees it how it is, nicely blown out but not too much product so it falls to frame your face. What’d you tell the hair person you wanted?” Y/N stepped back to allow Harry to change his boots from one Gucci pair to another, like he did with most of his wardrobe.

“Just told them to make me look mature. You think it looks good?” He looked up at Y/N when he asked the question.

“Think it looks sexy, that’s what I’m saying, no one’s gonna be able to focus on your clothes with how good your hair looks.”

“Ah,” he deftly runs his hands down his suit as he looks in the mirror.

Y/N just stares at Harry, checking him over one more time. She wasn’t lying about his hair, it was sexy and she wanted to run her hands through it to feel how soft it was. In a complete friend way of course.

“I like it…”

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed, but the bed was made of angel feathers.”

Harry laughed at Y/N’s description. He shifted his body to face her more and moved closer to her in the process.

“Alright, you should probably get back out there,” Y/N closes the gap between them and adjusts the chain of his jade and silver crosses and brushes over his broad shoulders.

They’re professional touches, but her movements hold an undercurrent of intimacy that neither of them realize. If anyone had been looking on, they would see how Y/N’s fingers delicately caressed Harry’s skin right before she cradled the pendants to move them in place. They would also see Harry instinctively lean forward into her touch and breathe slightly deeper to take in her scent. When she brushes over his shoulders, he straightens up at the touch and shows he’s ready to get back out there. It’s as if she prepared him to go.

Harry sings Lights Up and the crowd loves it. Sarah kills her drumming and Mitch eats up lead guitar. The backup singers bring out a different tone to the song. It is all around an amazing performance.

As Y/N clapped along with the crowd from backstage, Aidy Bryant approaches her.

“You’re Harry’s stylist, right?”

Y/N turns her head at the woman next to her, “Yeah?”

Aidy smiles, eyes slightly gleaming, “Well, you’re wonderful at your job.” As Y/N is about to thank her, Aidy continues, “And Harry knows that too, he talked about you all week. We all thought you were his girlfriend at first.”

Y/N laughed lightly and had to keep herself from letting her jaw drop at Aidy’s words. She even choked a bit on her own spit and had to cough slightly before even being able to think of a response, “Well, um, yeah...no, H, Harry is just my employer and...friend. No dating, we just get along well. Which is important since we spend a lot of time together - for work of course!”

Aidy smiled sweetly at Y/N, “Yeah, Harry explained that when Beck asked him how long you’d been together. At first he had said a couple months and then said ‘wait, Y/N is just my stylist, we’ve been working together for a couple months’ and then we all felt really dumb.”

“Don’t feel dumb,” Y/N reassured her, unsure why she was actually continuing this conversation, “He loves to talk about clothes and that’s where I fit in to his life, so I’m sure my name would come up a fair bit. Was that it?”

“Yeah I guess, but-” Aidy began to say more, but Y/N cut her off.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, but Harry’s finished and I’ve got to go help him change for his next song.”

Aidy was left in Y/N’s wake, chuckling to herself, fully reassured about the reason that they had all thought Harry had been dating Y/N. Because they already acted like a couple. And they were both helplessly in love with one another and neither of them knew.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch. Harry continued to wow the crowd and Y/N sent him off from his dressing room always looking fabulous. Just as he was about to walk back on stage for his final farewell, Y/N noticed a tiny string on his trousers zipper. Unable to stop Harry and unable to grab at the string without looking odd, she had to let him walk on stage with it. It wasn’t actually a big deal, but Y/N sighed in annoyance because she knew that string was going to bug her for the rest of the night.

“Treat People With Kindness!” Harry finishes off his farewell.

Applause begins to sound and the cast is out front hugging and chatting, while Y/N is watching from the side still fixated on the string on Harry’s pants, now simply dangling. Finally, they begin to clear the stage because it’s time for the after party. Y/N knew there was no stealing Harry away to fix the problem that was now fixated in her mind. Every cast and crew member was trying to talk to him, congratulating him, hugging him, anything to spend time with the incredible man. Y/N couldn’t blame them, but she also wanted to be able to go some place quiet and debrief with Harry about his outfits. She wanted to look up what people were saying about his clothes and discuss the critiques with Harry. She also wanted to start discussing what was coming next with Harry. But most of all, she just wanted to hang out with Harry.

What Y/N wanted wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, which she knew, but it still only grew her annoyance with that string. If only she could get it off of him, maybe then her mind would be able to relax a little.

She meandered backstage, resigned she wouldn’t be talking to Harry for a while. There she went to find the band’s dressing room, knowing she would find Mitch or Sarah who she’d be happy to talk to. They weren’t ones for the spotlight and no one ever really seemed to want to brownnose with them at events like this. Y/N had met them a few times.

The first was when Harry had asked Y/N to meet him in the studio in mid July, Mitch and Sarah had both been there helping Harry finish up something for the album. Y/N never asked what, she liked music quite a bit, but when it came to the technical part of it, it went completely over her head. Harry had introduced them both and they seemed lovely. After that, she had seen them around for an event or two of Harry’s. It wasn’t much, but it was more than any of the other people around right now.

Just as she was about to knock on the door it swung open, revealing Harry’s entire backing band. “Hey,” Y/N said sheepishly, “Harry’s being fawned over by the masses and I don’t actually know anyone else here. Is it alright if I hang out with you all at this after party? I doubt there’s going to be anyone really dying to meet the stylist.”

She smoothed her own clothes as she spoke. Y/N wanted to look professional tonight because sometimes when she was dressed in more fun or “young” clothes she got mistaken for someone who had snuck in. The only thing that got people to not question her authority to be where she was, was a card that read ‘staff’ that she would clip onto whatever she was wearing at places like this. Tonight, she chose a pair of purple plaid pants, a sleek lilac tank underneath a cream knit shawl, and cream Gucci mules. Ever since Harry took an interest in Y/N’s pearl necklace, she had largely stopped wearing hers because she hoped never to be photographed matching with him. However, she had known the pearls would have completed the look, even putting them on in her hotel room, twisting a pearl in her hand as she looked in the mirror, and then taking the necklace off again and settling on a different silver necklace instead. The ‘staff’ card was clipped to her pants pocket tonight.

“Of course!” Sarah said as the band began to file out of the room, “You might want to take your tag off now, though, you’re done working for the night.”

Her laughter rang sweetly through Y/N’s ears and she smiled back before removing her identifying card. She hated the piece of plastic and was glad to take it off, it never went with her outfits, but she had gotten tired of taking out her business card every time someone asked what she was doing. Y/N was sure that during the tour she’d be fine without it, but as Harry’s show appearances were beginning to ramp up she knew it would be helpful to have.

“Thanks...you all were amazing out there tonight. Second time on the SNL stage right?”

The group of you began to walk in the direction of where the after party was being held. Mitch piped up, “Thanks. Yeah, I love their box stage setup, it’s pretty cool.” Y/N was happy that she had people who were easy to talk to so that she wouldn’t be alone tonight.

Arriving in the room of the party, they were all quick to grab the alcohol that was being provided at the pop up bar. Y/N wasn’t normally a fan of drinking at events like these, mainly because she was not usually invited to this part of the night and when she was she wanted to be alert. But she figured there wasn’t much else to do so she took a hearty sip of the champagne. It was a little sweet, her face scrunched.

“Too sweet?” Mitch questioned when he saw Y/N’s face.

“Just a little for my taste.”

“Harry’s not going to be drinking tonight then. So particular about his alcohol,” Mitch continued.

Y/N laughed, “Well I’m glad, then I don’t have to deal with him being a baby about his hangover tomorrow.”

Mitch quirked an eyebrow at Y/N’s statement. Sarah and the others in the band had dispersed to mingle with the SNL party goers, leaving Mitch and Y/N to their conversation.

Realizing what she said could be seen as slightly weird out of context, Y/N quickly started again, “because I’m supposed to go shopping with Harry tomorrow. He wanted to go to Gucci and a couple other stores here before flying to LA. I’m going back to London until the listening parties, so we need to figure out the finishing touches for those and..” Y/N trailed off trying to remember which looks weren’t completed yet for the next few shows, Mitch waited patiently, “a few of the suits for the Late Late Show. He’s not happy with one of them so we might switch it. But anyway, you know how he is with a hangover. Proper child.”

Mitch threw his head back in laughter at Y/N’s serious look that she gave him. “Yeah, he can be...a lot. I meant to tell you, Harry looked great tonight. All of the clothes were fantastic,” Mitch added.

He was kind and Y/N appreciated him sticking with her. The two of them had rested themselves against a wall near the bar, sipping their champagne and enjoying each other’s company.

“Thank you.”

Mitch opened his mouth to say something else, but Heidi Gardener, another SNL member interrupted.

“Y/N, right!?”

Y/N and Mitch both turn to her, equally taken aback by the sudden burst of energy from this person they didn’t really know. Y/N nodded.

“Oh my gosh! You have to tell me where you got the jacket Harry is wearing!”

Heidi even goes as far to point in Harry’s direction. Y/N knows what she’s talking about, but her eyes still wander to where she pointed. Harry stood in a clump of people, surrounded by Ben Winston, James Corden, and the Gerbers who had all come to watch. She sighed as she watched his eyes shine as he laughed with a smile on his face. She hoped that by now the string had fallen off his pants by now, if not she was going to kick herself later.

“Oh, it’s Bode,” Y/N’s eyes coming back to meet Heidi’s happy face, “but it’s custom made from a vintage blanket. There’s only two that exist.”

Y/N and Mitch watched as Heidi’s face dropped.

“And I’m pretty sure the designer owns the other one,” Y/N added, “Sorry.”

Heidi smiles and jokes, “Know any ways I could possibly get Harry to give me his?”

“He loves that coat. I have no idea what you could possibly do to convince him he didn’t need it anymore.”

“Sex, probably,” Mitch says under his breath.

Heidi doesn’t catch it as she walks back off and Y/N turns to swat him with her free hand.

“What? He always gives away his clothes to girl’s he has crushes on.” Y/N rolls her eyes at Mitch’s words.

“Probably best if you don’t inform the masses about that,” a new voice says.

Unbeknownst to Mitch and Y/N, Harry had broken away from his entourage to steal a few minutes with his two friends, his best friends if he was being honest. They laugh together as he wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them both into his chest. Y/N feels the warmth radiating from Harry’s body as she snuggles into his side. Her hand wraps under his jacket and around his waist to squeeze right about his hip bone. His face is gleaming with a small sheen of sweat, but his smile is so big she barely notices his perspiration as he looks down at her.

“Heard you were talkin’ shit?”

Mitch quips, “Us? Never.”

Harry scoffs, “Come off it!”

When he releases Y/N and Mitch from his grasp, Mitch straightens up while Y/N’s eyes immediately go down to Harry’s crotch. She’s not paying attention to their conversation as she tries to make out in the dim light whether the string is gone or not. The men realize she’s not listening and they both follow her gaze.

Confused, Harry asks, “Y/N, any particular reason you’re staring at my dick?”

Her head shoots up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“I wasn’t!”

Mitch laughs and decides he wants another glass of champagne right then, mumbling something about how that was his cue. Harry smiles, knowing she wasn’t doing what he had said, but still intrigued to know what was going on in her mind.

“You had a string right on your zipper and it’s been bugging me since you went out for your outro. This is the first time I’ve seen you on your own and I couldn't exactly go up to you in a random crowd and grab at your crotch. But now I can’t see in this light…” Y/N bit at her lower lip and furrowed her brow still trying to see if the string was there.

“Have you really been thinking about it this whole time?” Harry asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes...I know it doesn’t matter, but I just want your clothes to look perfect.”

Harry takes a deep breath as he makes a small smile at Y/N. Then he brushes over the front of his pants, hoping he removes the string if it's still attached to him. “There, I’m sure it’s gone now. I’m sorry you had to worry about that. Just know everyone I’ve talked to has been raving about the clothes.” He placed his ring-clad hand on Y/N’s upper arm and squeezed it.

“You did an amazing job,” Y/N said.

Harry pulls her into his chest one more time. This time without Mitch so both of Harry’s arms go around her shoulders and both of hers go around his slender waist. Again her hands disappear under his coat and thumb over his warm white t-shirt, her face resting on his chest right next to the word ‘Sex’. His arms tighten around her back as they rest there for a while. Y/N always has to make herself pull away, knowing that Harry will stay there for as long as he can - in anyone’s embrace - and remembering they’re in a public setting, she didn’t want anyone to assume things, even if she had already been made aware that people had.

“We’ll debrief more later tonight, yeah? The champagne is terrible so I won’t be drinking,” Harry said.

Y/N laughed under her breath as she smiled at his words. Mitch and her knew Harry too well. She nodded about getting together later, “Alright. Get back to your fan club.” Harry narrowed her eyes at her words, not sure if she was trying to sound sarcastic or not.

Hey, I’m back at the hotel. Just let me know when you want to debrief :) x

Y/N texted Harry the minute she got back to the hotel, she had no idea if he had left before her or was still at the after party. All she knew was that it was late and she was starting to get tired. Still, it was important for them to talk about their plans for tomorrow and she also really wanted to just be with him alone. Whenever they would debrief after big events Harry and Y/N would laugh at all the outrageous stuff they had seen go on throughout the night.

When she was still a freelance stylist she had helped Harry to plan his Camp outfit at the Met Gala. That night, they never even went to bed and had to debrief about the clothes the next afternoon over tea at the Palace. Both her and Harry were recovering from their exhaustion and nursing equally terrible hangovers. But there they were, sitting in the center of the dining area of the hotel, being served some of the nicest tea and sandwiches Y/N had ever had. It was amazing. Y/N had never felt that rich in her life before and Harry had told her the craziest stories about the most famous people in attendance. It was almost unbelievable what these people would reveal to Harry and Y/N was happy to listen to all of it, promising to never tell anyone else. That outing was probably the first time Harry realized he really liked Y/N and wanted to work more closely with her.

While tonight wasn’t quite as wild as the Met Gala had been, Y/N was still excited to hear any funny stories Harry might have in addition to their clothing talk. They really hadn’t had much time to chat since she had gotten to New York yesterday so it would be nice to just be alone together. Even if Y/N chalked their debriefs up to ‘shop talk’, she was always very excited for them.

As she reached her hotel room door, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.

I’m still out, but should be heading back soon. Up to you if you want to wait up or we can just debrief in the morning while we shop. x H

Y/N sighed at the message, she wanted to wait up and debrief before tomorrow, if not for alone time with Harry but professionally for being able to plan out their shopping tomorrow. Where Harry was carefree, Y/N was meticulous and planned out. She liked to have fun, but she knew when she had to get her work done, even when Harry was off in his own mind. Their work styles mostly coincided, Harry could be serious and focused, too, but often when he was surrounded by all his famous friends he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to whatever came up. So Y/N knew that Harry’s definition of ‘soon’ could range from actually soon to almost dawn. She really hoped he actually meant soon, so she shot him a text saying:

Just knock on my room and if I open it we can debrief lol x

Harry smiled down at his phone when Y/N’s text came through, slightly chuckling before double tapping and placing a heart reaction of her text. Then he was pulled into the limo that one of his friend’s had gotten them and was handed a flute of champagne.

Back at the hotel, Y/N threw her phone on the bed and decided to change and simply settle in for the night. If Harry made it back, he made it back and if he didn’t she’d wake up well rested.

Maybe thirty minutes into scrolling on her phone, Y/N heard a rough knock on her door. She was actually quite surprised that Harry had indeed been back soon. Rising from her snuggled place in the bed, she shifted around her night clothes and padded to her door. There stood, rather hung, a slightly disheveled Harry. His hair was whipped into disaster, something was smudged on his face, and she noticed a stain on his t-shirt that hadn’t been there the last time she’d been with him.

He slurred her name as he stumbled through the doorway. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She was in awe that somehow Harry hadn’t gotten off his ass in the past hour and a half.

“What happened to not drinking tonight?”

She walked beside him and helped shove him into a sitting position on her bed. He flapped his arms, chaotically trying to get his plaid jacket off. Throwing her phone in the direction of her pillow, she moved to help Harry with his jacket. After quite a bit of strugglings, Y/N finally got the Bode jacket off of him successfully and threw it onto the nearby chair. Sighing, she settled beside him.

“So, Harry, care to explain?”

“Hi, Y/N…” He swayed slightly, attempting to face Y/N more. She threw out a hand to his shoulder, gripping him tightly to try and steady him.

“We went in this limousine, and they had champagne - good champagne - and I drank a bottle or so pretty quickly.”

“Or so? Oh Harry...I mean you’re free to make your own choices, but I don’t know if this was one of your best.”

“Wasn’t...wasn’t my idea. I was planning on just going back to the hotel. Then James convinced me to come out for a bit. Then the champagne was looking good so I went for it.”

“Like I said, you can make your own choices,” she patted his arm and went to the en suite bathroom to wet a washcloth to clean off his face.

“So, is it champagne on your shirt or am I going to have to go through hell to get the stain out?” She called.

Harry groaned and leaned back on the bed, fingering at the crisp white sheets. “Champagne,” he finally muttered as Y/N reappeared into the dim room, only the outside world and the light in the bathroom lighting this area.

“And on the face?”

She climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside Harry’s prone body, beginning to swipe at the smudge on his face. He tilted his head to face her, bringing the cheek with the dirt to lay facing perfectly up. His jawline showed perfectly and she felt the strength that laid beneath the skin she was washing.

His eyes flitted up to her face, trying to stop the spins he was currently experiencing. He hadn’t thought he was that drunk until he had been required to find his way up to their floor on his own.

“Lipstick?”

She sighed, running the washcloth over his cheek once more, and tried to push the image of some woman (or man who wore lipstick, she guessed) with her lips all over Harry’s face. She didn’t want to know who it was or why it was. It was too hard, especially after the day of people asking her about Harry and her relationship and insinuating things about him and his romantic life. She just liked to keep the words Harry and romance apart as much as possible, it made her life easier that way.

“It was only from-”

“It’s ok, Harry, I don’t need to know who you were…” She stopped herself, not even wanting to say ‘kissing’ or ‘snogging’ or even worse ‘shagging’. Adults were human beings and they could do a lot in an hour and a half. And again, she didn’t want to know.

“You keep doing that. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Calling me Harry, not ‘H’. Is it because you’re mad at me?”

“No,” she sighed, shifting to sit more casually, “No, I’m not mad at you. I just wasn’t expecting you to show up at my door like this. I try not to worry about you, but then when you show up like this, it kind of affirms I had reason to be concerned.”

She took a hand and smoothed over Harry’s tousled hair, he rolled his head back to face the ceiling. “Like I said, you’re an adult, capable of making his own decisions. And, I am just your stylist. I’m just glad you made it up here and knocked on my door. Probably would have given someone else a fright.”

He laughed, starting to sober up as the spinning in the room stopped. Her hands on his face and hair were soothing and sobering.

“Thank you for caring about me, love. And going beyond being just my stylist, you’re my friend Y/N.”

His eyes flickered shut and Y/N stared at his soothed features. His words were still slurred and she was sure the use of love was just his britishness slipping through his drunken state. The part about being more than a stylist, she tried to push it away, telling herself not to read more into it than her heart would like to. Even though he said she was a friend as well as a stylist and not anything more, it still sent so much joy through her body. He didn’t just see her as a work colleague and he had said it. But in his inebriated state, Y/N didn’t want to take everything he said as gospel.

She moved him up the bed with a little bit of his sleepy self’s help into a more comfortable position. It was pretty late now and she wasn’t going to kick him out. It would have been rude and unkind and that were two things Y/N rarely was. She went and grabbed the extra blanket from the cabinet and draped it over Harry’s large body for extra warmth since he refused to get under the covers. She also slipped off his boots and stained shirt per his request before getting into the other side of the bed and falling asleep.

She awoke to a shifting body beside her and she sat up confused as to who it could be. Quickly, Harry showing up drunk at her door came flooding back and she turned to look at the groaning Harry beside her. His arm was thrown over his face as he moaned, just waking up as well and experiencing the first bits of his hangover. This was going to be a long day.

“Hullo,” his voice was especially low, groggy and hoarse from the night before. He peaked over at her from behind the crook of his elbow. His eyelids barely open and his eyelashes weighing them down so much so that she could barely see his sleepy jade eyes.

“Good morning, H. Have a nice rest?” Y/N sat up and began to ready herself for the day, rummaging through her suitcase for an outfit and moving about the room.

Harry’s arms went to his sides as he worked to sit up, eyes following her figure as she moved around, seemingly not groggy very much unlike him. “Erm...I’m sorry for showing up pissed.”

“S’fine, H. Just glad you didn’t end up in a ditch or someone’s bed - someone’s that you might regret…” She barely regards him, throwing a single glance his way before shuffling to the bathroom to change. She knows they’ll be photographed today, it’s almost inevitable right now. Everyone knows Harry is in New York and people are buzzing to see him after his performance last night. She slips on the 70s inspired dress, the v-neck and long sleeves settling perfectly on her frame, it hugs her curves and lands around mid-thigh. Rolling on the bold mustard yellow tights and strapping up the brown leather mary jane heels, she looks herself over in the mirror. She then tries to tame her hair and do the rest of her routine, knowing she needed to get on with the day, shopping first and flying home second. Making sure Harry was okay was also on that list, but she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t a little disappointed in him after last night.

When she returns, Harry is sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed, head hanging as he’s hunched over himself. “C’mon, you gotta get going, kid. Lots to do today.” She’s pacing over to Harry’s deflated figure to pick him up and prompt him to get moving. When she arrives by his side his head lifts and his now more awake eyes stare up at her.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, really. I mean it.”

“I told you already. It’s fine.”

“It’s not - or it wasn’t. You called me ‘Harry’ last night. I don’t think I’ve heard you call me that to my face since we started working together. I took your answer last night because I was swimming in it, but now, thinking about it. I know you were upset.”

She huffs, taking a seat beside Harry on the bed, choosing to not look at him, slightly confused why she had been so upset and why he was pushing it. “Ok, yeah I was annoyed, but I was also genuinely worried. I didn’t know you could physically get that drunk in that small amount of time. And then you show up at my door with somebody else’s…” Y/N falters, catching her slip up and deciding to fix her gaze on her shoes and their intricate design built into the leather.

“You’re upset that I had lipstick on me?” He’s trying to meet Y/N’s gaze, but her eyes are really interested in her shoes. His tone is confused, he’s trying to understand what’s going on in her mind.

She scoffs, risking a glance to Harry but then returns quickly back to her dress this time. “Please...it was just inconvenient for me, okay? Thought we were going to debrief and stayed up late for you. Then I had to take care of you after you hung out with your famous pals and I had barely even seen you all day. Felt a bit used.”

Harry shifted in the bed, turning to face her by tucking one leg beneath him. He places a hand on hers that was placed on the end of her dress. Her eyes finally meet with his and she feels her breath slightly catch in her throat. His eyes are piercing, his gaze intense, maybe even a tinge of anger. “Y/N, I would never have come to your room if I even had an inkling that this would be how you’d interpret it . Even though I was drunk, I wanted to see you, that’s why I came up here, because I wanted to be with my friend, one of my best friends, not because I just needed some pushover to care for me.”

She sighs, feeling icky still about the whole situation. She sometimes found herself in fights that she never intended, she wished she hadn’t said anything at all. But she also knew that wasn’t healthy either. Flipping her hand, she intertwines her fingers with Harry’s and smiles for the first time that morning. His expression softens at it. “Look, I’m sorry too, H. It honestly wasn’t that big of a deal, but I appreciate that you’re such a great guy and boss to want to truly apologize and make sure I’m comfortable and happy… Oh, and I promise I’ll never call you anything but H from here on out - unless you tell me otherwise.”

He cackles unabashedly at her words, before suddenly clutching at his temple with his free hand. “Fuckin’ hangover,” he mumbles. She smiles and stands up, beginning to throw his shirt and shoes from the end of the bed at him, “You need to get ready. Go pop some advil or whatever. My flights at 5 so we haven’t got all day, H.”

“There she is,” Harry grins, beginning to put back on the stained ‘Sex’ shirt.

As he hustles out of the room, shoes in hand, she calls to him one last request, “When you’re in fresh clothes make sure you bring me that stained shirt. Gonna have to spot clean it when I’m back in London!”

“Of course! And we’ll debrief as we shop, yeah?”

“Yes!”

The two of them were shouting to each other as the door continued to close on them. Chuckling to herself, she begins to pack up her room, knowing she had to check out before they left. Her spirits already lifted, she doesn’t even notice as she throws Harry’s forgotten Bode jacket into her suitcase with some other items that had been on her chair. She wouldn’t notice it until she was back in London unpacking from the trip.

Shutting the case, she springs back up from her crouched position and walks to look in the full length mirror again. Her fingers run the length of her dress, leafing over the slightly darker brown embroidered flowers that were woven into the tan fabric. She squints as she turns sideways and pops a heel up behind her. It looks good, but something is missing. Rummaging through her carry-on she pulls out her old butterfly bandana she used as a head scarf and begins to fix it into place on her head. Placing large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, she feels like the look is complete and gives herself some poses in the mirror; a peace sign, an air kiss, a Marilyn Monroe. She laughs at herself.

A knock on the door shakes her from her childish fun. Straightening up, Y/N saunters over to the door, swinging it open with ease. “H?”

“You ready?” Harry stands in a fresh pair of Marni trousers paired with a striped orange and mauve Marni sweater. He, like Y/N, had this thing about wearing the brand you planned to shop at. He didn’t always stick to his rule, but he usually didn’t like to wear Gucci when he shopped at Gucci.

“Yeah, just need to check out and drop my baggage at the front to be held for later.” Y/N slips through the door and notes how his outfit compliments hers. She wouldn’t mention it, but it's something to think about since he had known what she was wearing. She wasn’t sure why she noticed things like that, if asked, her answer would probably be that it was the stylist in her, just her job.

Stepping out of a black town car on the side street next to Gucci to go in the side entrance would never get old for Y/N. She had never really enjoyed the idea of fame, but from a young age she had known she wanted to be able to afford the finer things in life. Going into the Gucci store now, especially with Harry, was like going to the candy store once you’re a grown up and can buy whatever you want rather than what your parents will allow you to.

Today, Harry and Y/N didn’t have as much time as they would usually like to spend in the store, but they were just happy to be doing what they loved. Y/N had been ecstatic to find out Harry found shopping to be an essential part of his life and that he liked to do his outfit shopping in person rather than online. Trying on clothes and picking out things you liked just was so much more fulfilling when you were in the physical store. Then make that all happen with Harry Styles as the buyer, then it was a real party. The stores liked to pull out their Champagne and clear the store to allow him privacy, specifically when it was for clothes for projects under wraps. In the beginning of her employment, it was only ever Harry who would do the trying on of clothes, but as the two of them got acquainted and comfortable with each other, she found herself trying things Harry would pick out for her. At first, she would veto some items saying they were too expensive for her, but eventually she learned that her new salary covered whatever it was. She had always enjoyed designer labels and choosing to be a stylist meant she had nice clothes, but only working for Harry had caused her closet to double in size and triple in value.

“So we are looking for some trousers today,” she tells the worker at the store, reminding them of what she had already called ahead about. The employee nods and proceeds to lead them into the room where they had laid out an assortment of pants for Harry to pick from.

“What do you think of these?” Harry walks out and strikes a pose, popping one of his hips to the side and his hands on his hips. The pants strain around his thighs, but fit practically perfectly everywhere else. His slim waist is perfectly encircled by the fabric and he’s decided the sweater he was wearing didn’t match them and he’d rather go shirtless. This choice technically should allow her to solely focus on the pants, but it actually makes her focus that much more diverted. She makes a spinning motion with her pointer finger as she purses her lips. He takes a quick spin and the boot cut slightly flares with his movement. The pants are a dark brown with a single plaid crossing in a lighter brown. They are only lightly flared, which she prefered to the extreme flare that some of Harry’s suits had. She narrows her eyes at the pants to keep her gaze from shifting to the taut muscles of Harry’s arms and torso or the dark ink that licked over his skin in the beautiful designs of his choice.

“They’re nice,” she pulls up a picture of the top part of the outfit he was planning on wearing, “Do you think they match with this though?” Harry walks over to her seated position and bends to look at her phone. His skin radiates heat and the smell of his cologne and she sniffles slightly with her sensitive nose. His eyes flicker to her face when he notices her little noise, but returns to looking at the phone when she doesn’t spare him a glance. She felt his gaze on her, but couldn’t bring herself to look from the phone. She knew his proximity would make it even harder for her to keep her eyes off his naked torso. The expensive smell of Harry mixed with the expensive smell of the store was a lot to handle.

“Yeah...no. You think they’re not right,” she widens her eyes at Harry’s words when he pulls away. He turns to the mirror in the open dressing room and fiddles with the waistline of the pants. “I agree,” he finishes before stalking back into the room and shutting the heavy velvet curtain that worked as the door to it.

He tries on five more pairs of trousers and finally settles on two pairs for the two different listening parties. A heavier, wool-tweed pair that was dark brown and then a lighter brown tweed pair. He was still in the lighter pants as he stared into the mirror. He beckoned to Y/N, and she quickly set down the flute of Champagne she had been sipping at lazily as he admired himself.

“Is it possible for you to take it in a bit more,” he says in a hushed tone to her, not wanting the workers to overhear. They were helpful but if they overheard they would wait for the store to tailor the trousers and he preferred for Y/N to do it. He rubs at the waistline again and she moves closer, her hands going to his sides. Her fingertips graze the naked skin above the trousers and Harry shivers at the coldness of the new touch. She ghosts softly over the waistline herself and smooths the fabric until she’s pinching a small amount on each side. She hums, pulling back from Harry and looking at the fit of them now, examining whether that makes them look better.

Then she nods and smiles up at Harry, “Ever the slender waist,” he grins right back as she admires him. She knew how much he liked praise and she was happy to give it to him, especially when he was so deserving. “I’d say size down, but then your thighs and bum might strain the fabric too much.” His face turns to a smirk as she blushes at her words. She releases the fabric and takes a hand to pat Harry’s smooth chest before walking back to her seat on the lovely couch.

“You sure you don’t want to try anything on, Y/N? Saw some killer boots when we walked in that screamed you.” Harry calls from behind the curtain, presumably getting redressed. Her laugh comes through the curtain slightly muffled, yet still a sweet melody in Harry’s ears.

“Definitely not now, we’re leaving any minute. Plus, I’ve got plenty of Gucci boots, don’t even show me them or I’ll be tempted.”

His laughter rings through the curtains, loud and unrestrained. She smiles to herself, unable to discourage the pleasure that weaves through her at the sound. His presence in all the different ways she experienced it was instantly comforting.

When she arrives back to her London flat, she practically flops on her couch once she’s inside the door. Her luggage forgotten at the door, as she shrugs off her coat. It was around 7 am because she had chosen to take the red eye for some reason. She groaned as she thought about the day ahead of her. Even though Harry was halfway across the globe, she still had plenty of work to do. She had to finalize the outfits for the listening parties now that they had the pants to complete the looks. Then she had to start thinking about Harry’s December appearances. She had sent ahead his Late Late outfits that he had needed in Los Angeles for the pre-filming, but she still had to deal with the outfits for the live part of the show.

Today, she was set to go pick up the other pieces needed for the listening parties as well as items for the Graham Norton Show and Jingle Ball. She was most excited for her travels because that meant looking at brand new clothes that were perfect and gorgeous. She also knew she needed to spot clean Harry’s shirt, which didn’t spark as much joy in her tired mind.

The idea of the shirt staining with alcohol was what brought her out of her snuggling with her comfy couch. Sure, it couldn’t get that bad, but still she was a worrier and it would pain her if the iconic shirt got ruined. She padded back over to her luggage, now without her jacket or shoes. Her major suitcase got flipped on its side and she began to unzip it. It came open easily seeing as it was stuffed with her clothes and various items. She had to rummage a minute for Harry’s shirt that seemed to have run away inside the bag. Finally, the large white shirt made itself known and she grasped it happily.

As she looked over the stain near the collar of the shirt, her eyes traveled to a piece of fabric peeking out of her suitcase. It was a familiar blue, cream and white. A specific fabric she would never misplace, would never not recognize. Harry’s plaid Bode jacket. It was iconic and she loved it, but why did she have it in her suitcase. She definitely didn’t mean to have it, it’s genuinely just one of Harry’s jackets so it wouldn’t make sense for her to bring it back with the show's wardrobe. She tries to think back to yesterday, when she was still in New York. Thinking about why she would have it, she places the memories of Harry coming to her room, taking off his coat, and accidentally leaving it in her room all fit together. She must have just absentmindedly placed it in her suitcase without even realizing. She’s sure Harry wouldn’t mind, she’d shoot him a text, though, to tell him she had it. So he wouldn’t worry about whether he’d lost it or not.

When she gets ready for the day, she finds herself being drawn to blue and cream. Her outfit is understated and she just knows the jacket would finish the look. She loved that jacket and now that she had it, would it be a big deal if she wore it out. She figured it was fine. After she grabbed her purse, keys, and other essentials, she slipped on the coat. Harry was very broad shouldered and it hung oversized on her. She loved the look and snapped a selfie in the mirror before she headed out. While it felt a little narcissistic to constantly take photos of herself, she felt like as a stylist it was important to document her looks just as much as she documented her clients.

What she didn’t think about is just how much the rest of the world liked to document her client and those who were seen with her client. She didn’t think about how she had just been seen with Harry yesterday. That thought didn’t even cross her mind as she walked around the streets of London picking up her work. As she saw some photographers out and about (whom she assumed were for famous celebrities, not her). How it might seem with her wearing the Bode jacket Harry had worn on SNL two nights ago. The Bode jacket that there were only two of.

None of it crossed her mind. Not until it was the end of the day and she had a whole slew of texts from Harry’s manager. A few from Harry, and others but the other fifteen were solely from Jeff. She was a bad texter so as she walked into her flat and finally looked at her phone after putting down all of her garment bags her eyes went wide.

Please tell me you’re not out in London right now!

What are you wearing??

That cannot be Harry’s jacket Y/N

Seriously?

Please call me.

CALL ME. NOW.

- All from Jeff.

She grimaced. The others from her friends including Harry would have to be ignored right now. Even if Harry was her boss, Jeff was who she had to deal with when it came to public appearances and it didn’t seem like she could get around this one. Normally, she never had to deal with him, but it seems today wasn’t normal.

part 2

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