#shes always like u should paint your nails this color because youre so white and it looks good with pale skin

[inplateaus]

talking to my brown mom about how i dont think im the right shade of white for this nail polish and seeing her pretend to care

[chironshorseass]

I u want, could u mayhaps write about annabeth seeing percy after a long time apart and realizing his voice grew deeper? I saw a post about it once and I think u would nail it perfectly<3

TIME PASSES SO QUICKLY AHH but here it is! I also got another request of pre-relationship percabeth and let’s just say that y’all read my mind. Also sorry that I can’t seem to write anything under 1k words 😩

read on ao3

“So I heard Percy’s coming today,” Silena said casually, holding a basket against her hip.

Annabeth yanked one of the strawberries so hard that its leaves came along with it.

“He is?”  

She didn’t try to shroud her excitement like she would’ve done, not too long ago.

“Yeah. Charlie told me.”

She felt a twinge of jealousy that Percy hadn’t even mentioned it to her, but she quickly clamped it down. It wasn’t his fault. Not entirely, anyway. They’d IM’d at the beginning of their semester as freshmen, but then it had gotten to the point of him mentioning Rachel all the time, and then the year had gotten busier, and…

Well, they’d lost contact.

Realizing she’d zoned out, she blinked away the fog from her eyes.

“But honestly I wasn’t supposed to tell,” Silena was saying. “He said something about it being a surprise or whatever. I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Annabeth must’ve been doing something strange with her face, because Silena gave her a smug look, raising her eyebrows. She was used to her doing that, so she didn’t mind.

Well, maybe a bit.

But the daughter of Aphrodite already knew everything there was to know about her feelings for Percy. Probably before even Annabeth first realized that she was in love with her best friend. So again, it was pointless to hide from her.

“So.” Silena bumped her gently on the shoulder. “What are you gonna wear?”

Annabeth lifted her sun hat and stared at her for a couple of seconds. The latter looked as perfect as ever, despite the grueling sun. With her pink crop top, mini shorts, perfect makeup, and her dark hair pulled back into a low bun, Annabeth had little doubt that she could help her choose a different outfit other than her torn camp wardrobe. But, still, this was Percy.  

Her best friend.

“Mmm...no, it’s fine. We’ve got to finish the south side of the strawberry fields, so, we can’t lose time, ya know?”

Silena gaped at her, then scoffed.

“What am I going to do with you, Chase?” she muttered, crouching to the ground again and shoving her hands into the foliage. “But whatever—it’s your call. Like, you’re so pretty that you actually look good in that sorry excuse of an outfit.”

Her eyes roved over Annabeth’s shirt and jeans. She felt herself blush at the attention.

“Hey, is that blood?”

“Uh...Maybe—but it’s old! Don’t worry.”

“A lost cause, I tell you.”

:

It had been too long since she’d caught a glimpse of that tell-tale curve of the shoulders and those raven curls.

Percy was early. Most of the summer campers always came the next week or so from this one, but she wasn’t complaining about his untimely arrival. Not when he looked that cute in his school uniform and with that ridiculously messy hair.

She regarded him from afar as he chatted with Beckendorf by the Big House porch, a bag slumped over his shoulder. Something about him—in the way he laughed or how he suddenly looked taller—made her stomach drop like a volleyball, made every blade of grass seem brighter.

Running up to him, she yelled, “Hey, stranger! Why so early?”

He turned to the sound of her voice, flashing her that crooked grin of his. Gods, she’d missed him.

“Hey yourself!”

When she finally reached the two boys, she skidded to a halt in front of Percy and gave him an exaggerated once-over.

“Why’d you still have your uniform on, Seaweed Brain?”

“Do I?” he gazed down at his white shirt and gray pants. His eyes flicked to her again, smiling sheepishly. “Oh. Kinda forgot I had it on, I guess.”

“Man, I’ve already told you,” Beckendorf said. “Leave the fancy shit home.”

“I forgot, okay? You know I hate this stupid uniform.”

In her honest opinion, the uniform seemed to be quite the opposite of stupid. Really, it should've been a crime to look that good in white and rolled up sleeves.

“Yeah, whatever.” Beckendorf glanced back and forth from Percy to Annabeth. He smirked and patted Percy on the back. “Anyway,  I’ll leave you to it.”

She watched him stroll to the Big House and step inside. He’d probably been here—with Percy—in the first place because of a favor from Chiron.

They stood there, letting the silence build up.

His eyes were warm, green like the shallow sea. Annabeth had always thought that she’d get used to that color, that luminescence. But she never did. Every time she peered up at them, it felt like the first time all over again. She could drown in those eyes and beam up at the fading sky and not beg for breath.

But now, it was worse. It was worse because she could tell that he’d grown. Actually grown. She didn’t quite know how to feel about the fact that his voice had abruptly dropped at least an octave lower than from last summer and that from now on, she’d have to lift her chin to meet his eyes.

“You’ve changed,” she blurted out.

She probably winced a little. Hopefully, she’d sounded casual.

“In what way, exactly?” His mouth twitched into a grin, cheeks dimpling, and her nervousness faded to a quiet buzzing. “That I’m finally taller than you?”

She pushed him away lightly to cover up the flush that was surely painting her cheeks a light pink. This was stupid. He was just being stupid. It was just Percy, for gods’ sake.

“Yeah, taller than me by like, an inch.”

“Admit it, you’re jealous.”

“I hate you.”

That was a lie, and Percy knew it.

“No, you don’t.”

“How am I supposed to keep things out of your reach, now?”

“See, that’s the point. Now I get to pick on you. Shortie.”

Annabeth stuck her tongue out. “You’re such a child.”

He laughed again, giving her whiplash from how different the sound rang in her ears. His laughter had always been a comfort to her, something that made her chest warm and gave her the motivation to try and let it out of him, again and again.

And it still was.

But this new laugh, however, had a richness to it that she felt down to her toes. He threw his head back, eyes crinkling like they always did. And yet, she found new angles to it. Saw a strange glow. He stood under the spotlight of a brand new theater, making everything he did seem like something new and foreign.

It dawned on her that she was staring like an idiot, even after Percy’s smile had faded to a lingering tug of the mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, plain and honest. In many ways, he hadn’t changed. Not really.

“Me too.” Their eyes stayed interlocked for a couple more seconds. She cleared her throat. “Have you, uh...told Chiron you’re here?”

“He already knows.”

“Psh. So am I the only one that didn’t know about you coming here?”

She didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, but there was no backing out, now.

He ducked his head. It was barely recognizable, but she could always tell when he was blushing.

“I...well, you know, wanted to, um—surprise you.”

Another awkward pause.

Percy scratched the back of her head. “Do you, uh...wanna walk with me? To my cabin?”

“Sure.”

:

“You know,” he said. “My mom made you cookies.”

“Are they any good?” she teased.

He turned to give her an incredulous look. “This is my mom we’re talking about. Of course they’re good.”

“Okay...well, what are you waiting for? Hand them over, Seaweed Brain.”

“In a sec. I’m too lazy to open my bag right now, in the middle of camp.”

As they walked, Annabeth noticed how heads turned when the campers got a good look at the two of them together. Most of them just stared at Percy. They passed by some of her siblings carrying spears; she saw Malcolm wink and felt herself blush again.

“Anyway, you wouldn’t have guessed what I got on my finals,” Percy was saying.

She glared pointedly at Malcolm, then whirled her head to look at Percy again. “What’d you get?”

“Guess.”

“Oh my gods, Percy. Just tell.”

He smiled and gave her a sideways glance. “You’re no fun.”

But even if he said it casually, the comment dug deeper than she would’ve liked. Did he think Rachel was fun? She decided not to dwell on that.

Annabeth was the one talking to him. Not Rachel.

He glanced at her once, but seemingly decided to fix his gaze forward. His eyes sparkled in a way that she knew meant he was trying to hold back a grin. He’d failed in the attempt, though.

“Okay, I’ll just say it: A ‘B’ plus.”

Her jaw dropped. “Percy!”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“Oh my gods!”  

Clarisse, standing by the Ares cabin, mimed Annabeth, mouthing her words and making kissy faces. She mostly ignored it, too distracted on what Percy had just said.

Her heart swelled at the thought of all the work he must’ve put himself through.

She grasped his arm. “I’m so proud of you, Perce.”

“Yeah, me too. Paul helped, though. And mom.”

“Give yourself some of the credit.”

He sighed happily. “I guess I can say that I didn’t cheat. Well, maybe a little.”

She tried to shove him, but he danced away.

“Ohh, don’t tell me that you’ve never cheated on anything.”

“Okay.” She rolled her eyes. “Like maybe once or twice.”

“See?”

“But whatever. You got a ‘B’ and that’s what matters.”

“Yeah. It is.”

They smiled at each other for a second, then, he shouldered his bag and stopped by cabin three. The abalone shell seemed to glow brighter when he stood next to it.

Before she could stop herself, she said, “We should celebrate.”

He lifted one of those thick eyebrows of his and leaned back against the door frame. “What do you mean?”

“You know…” she kicked some of the stray pebbles from the ground, suddenly flustered. “Your grades. It deserves a celebration, don’t you think?”

His face lit up once more. “Oh! Yeah, like a picnic or something? We could eat the cookies Mom made—unless you want them for yourself, which is fine—”

“No!” She bit her lip. “I mean—sharing is cool. I’d like that.”

Annabeth decided it best not to visibly cringe at herself. Who’d even say “sharing” and “cool” at the same time?

Luckily, Percy nodded along with her. “Okay. Cool. Wait—that reminds me…” He unzipped his bag, hands already roaming around inside it. “Ah, here it is.”

He took a take-out like box with red flowers painted around the sides. They looked handmade. She accepted the gift with a smile.

“Who made these?” she asked, examining the paintings closer. “They’re pretty.”

When she saw his smug look, she didn't have to think twice about who had decorated it.

“I did,” he said. Her expression must’ve still been akin to impressed shock, because he chuckled. “What? You think I can’t be artistic?”

She shrugged. It was a simple fact, really. “Since when did you learn?”

“Uh, Rachel taught me.”

“Oh.”

He nodded tightly.

Right. While she’d lived on the other side of the country, alone and with a family who still wasn’t that comfortable around her, he’d been off with his new mortal girlfriend. And how much time must it have taken for Rachel to teach him how to do those precise brushstrokes? To combine those colors properly? Days or more, she knew.

They’d been busy.

She pretended not to care, anyway, opening the box to check on the cookies. “They, um...They look good!” She met his eyes so that he could see just how sincere her words were—because they really did look divine. Divine and blue. “Give Sally my thanks. And you must’ve worked really hard on this. So, thanks also.”

Annabeth noticed how he relaxed at the change of subject. Idiot.

“I will. And nah, it was nothing. I just really wanted to, um, to contribute with the gift. I guess. And mom loves you, so…”

“Loves me more than you?”

He snorted. “Probably.”

The edges of her mouth quirked up. “So...when are you up for that celebratory picnic thing?”

“Uh...from what I remember, I think my schedule’s got like, free time at around five. That sound good?”

Her mind buzzed through her list of daily activities, relieved to find something else to think about other than the awkwardness that now lingered in the air.

“Yeah, I think I’m free at five, as well. Tomorrow, right?”

“Sounds good to me.”

:

It wasn’t the same. That, she could tell.

She bit the inside of her cheek, watching him fight with Clarisse. So they’d go on a picnic together. Big deal.

She’d just barely stepped outside cabin three when Silena had dragged her away, begging for every detail.

Annabeth wasn’t going to lie: she was excited. More so than she’d let on. And yet, she wasn’t sure if he liked her that way.

Not with other girls fanning over him, now. Girls like Rachel.

How could she have let him go so easily? How was this the first time in months since she’d last seen him?

She’d spent the day pretending it was fine. Her heart ached whenever he was near, but it also hurt when he was gone. She couldn't have it both ways.

So yes, everything was fine.

Maybe if she said those words enough, then she'd start to believe it and stop with this feeble act of hers. This pretending that none of the shit they’d been festering against the other mattered. And in the process, also pretend that these new feelings she had for him—that didn’t feel so new—never existed in the first place.

Then again...what was she thinking?

This was her best friend. Her best friend whom she’d tried to kiss about a year ago and who hadn’t even breathed a word about it since. Who talked to her like he was stepping around eggshells. Who was clearly not interested in her in that way if what she suspected about Rachel was true and who had suddenly become one of the most attractive guys in Camp Half-Blood.

She hated this. This sensation of her heart beating faster, her breath coming short. Her brain fading any thought away, leaving it lustrous with the image of Percy. Percy this and Percy that. His stupid smile and his stupid laugh and—

Ice-cold water struck her skin, stopping her thought process short like a shock wave.

“Sorry,” Silena said, not actually sounding sorry. Stray water dripped from her hand. “You were spaced out for a while.”

Their canoe boat rocked back and forth along with the gusts of wind.

“Okay,” Annabeth said, glaring at her friend. She wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off her face. “Now you’re just asking for it.”

With a sharp, practiced tug, she flipped them over. Silena’s screech died when they hit the water.

She resurfaced, spluttering, splashing Annabeth again and again.

“You little shit! I am going to kill you!”

“What?” Annabeth laughed, choking on water. “I thought your makeup’s waterproof!”

Silena threw more water at her.

“Your point?”

And okay, maybe they looked like fools fighting in the middle of the lake, laughing and joking around. But it was fine; no one was there to witness it except perhaps the naiads and the cicadas that roared in the woods along with the rogue monster.

Well...there was one person.

But the girls didn’t have the mind to notice him.

Percy sat on the back of the pier and smiled, shaking his head.

Maybe someday, they could move on from this strange faze. From skipping around each other, then acting like friends all over again.

Someday.

The sound of the conch horn in the distance brought a reluctant stop to the chirping of the crickets. Dinner time.

He stood up and made his way back, wishing that just maybe, he could be brave enough to tell her how he felt. To unashamedly look at her and no one else as though she were the fading sun, inviting for the naked eye to gape at directly as it caressed the sea and the tree tops while coloring the sky a deep purple. To kiss her in front of all those stupid people and hug her and make her laugh and smile, all golden and beautiful.

Rid himself of the worries, once and for all.

But it couldn’t be.

Maybe, just maybe…

Someday.

[daphnetheswan]

Random thoughts #001 "C o l o u r s"

I don't have a favorite color anymore. It's like how you don't really have a favorite song even though you think you do. Or a favorite meal.

Because let's be honest, jolof rice is your favorite meal until it isn't. You'd get tired of it. Like how I got tired of noodles because it's really all you eat in uni.

I used to think blue was my favorite, but then yellow was, until green was my favorite and the spiral went on.

But really, I think all colors are pretty rad. Like purple. Purple makes me think about certain things. Sensual things. Like the feeling you feel when you're being held close, skin to skin, fingers intertwined and fisted sheets. Reminds me of electric.

I like red sometimes. Red as in finger nails and platforms. But never pants, no. This is not 2014 and we are not matching that with ama kip kap t-shirts.

My best friend looks great in red. I tell her everyday - that red should be her signature hair color.

Red braids, red earrings that droop. If she didn't have such an affinity for long, boxed brown faux nails, red nails would look bomb on her, too.

Green is great. They remind me of growth - of life, of prosperity and mangoes, and spring and the smell of rain when it hits the dusty gravel floor, the greenery that carpets the mountains on the bumpy road to Jos.

I think green eyeshadow might be my thing, though. My cousin says I look like a 90s runway model when I put it on. I believe her, it compliments my deep brown eyes.

Pink makes me feel calm. Baby pink, to be precise. The walls of my dorm room my course mate offered to help me paint while he listeined to Kanye and jcole on repeat in utter silence is a line between hot pink and baby pink. I have people over sometimes, and they always wonder why I'd ever thought of that color. I don't know why, either. But I like it.

I remember my boyfriend said he'd never think of pink walls the same again while we lay there on my bed that afternoon.

Yellow screams of joy. A burst of joy and child-like happiness and curiosity. I was fourteen when I'd make flower crowns out of yellow plastic sunflowers and called myself a hippie.

Yellow reminds me of primary school, the good part of primary school. Playgrounds and packed lunch by mom and that yellow like fanta song. I liked that song, even if it didn't make any sense. Fanta has never been yellow. It's orange. So is Miranda and 5 alive. So is the lights at church; a stark joyous orange above the choristers.

Orange looks good on my brown skin. I can see it now - an orange dress underneath a straw hat on the beach, sipping virgin mojito or ice cold coca cola.

Orange looks good on paintings you buy for your house, ridden with stark white walls and mundane art deco.

Blue is pretty cool, too. As in blue skies on a hot Sunday, or blue skies and fanice yogurt packs after church on Sundays. I'd beg my dad to get me those - the vanilla flavor one was my favorite. It came in a blue packet, and it was all they usually had, and I'd suck on my cold yogurt in the passenger seat of my dad's old Mercedes while he played Louis Armstrong.

But really, all colors are rad. How does one ever genuinely know which to pick when asked which is their favorite?

I'd have to think. Yeah, I know. I can't help but be profound and think.

[bopbopstyles]

3. More Than a Song

SERIES RATING: M (sex)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 9.7k

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Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

a/n: prepare for ANGST! and dunkirk premiere harry aka one of his best looks ever :) also thank u to @havethetimeofyourstyles for making my line breaks bc i’m inept at making things xoxo

pls reblog to spread the word about only exception! 🥰

“Baby,” Harry said, turning to her from where he stood in his closet. “Can you help me with my collar? I can’t get it.”

Y/N set down her phone—she was ready first, which wasn’t surprising considering it took Harry ages to get ready, partially because he kept getting distracted with her. He’d touch her, run his hands all over her, ask if he could get her out of her lingerie, and she’d have to remind him that she’d barely even had it on and they had an important event. “Sure.”

Harry looked dashing—he always did. After much debate, they had decided on a simple white silk short-sleeved button down and a pair of flared black pants, cool enough for May in LA, but still perfectly Harry. Y/N had painted his nails last night a pastel purple while they had watched a documentary about sheep—which Harry had selected—and the color popped against the neutrals of the rest of the outfit. Shoes were still up in the air, but Y/N was trying to get him to wear the yellow loafers he’d gotten recently, the ones she was so obsessed with she was considering stealing for herself.

Somehow Harry always managed to mess up his collars before big nights, the nerves probably getting to him. Y/N smoothed the material on his shoulders to relax him before popping up his collar and folding it back down crisply. “There you go.” In the mirror in front of Harry, her eyes trailed down his body, from his sweet curls she had labored over styling in the bathroom, to the recently tailored pants he wore. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed, a smile dancing onto Harry’s face at the action. “Nervous, bubs?”

He turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Bit. More for you to hear it than anyone else.”

The honesty of his statement brought butterflies to her tummy. Harry had been in and out of meetings for the past few months getting together the release of his debut album and putting the final touches on it, but at no point had he let her hear it. She suspected it was because he was scared she’d hate it, but when she asked her dad about it, he told her to think about it as his journal. His journal of a past that Y/N hadn’t been a part of. That had made Y/N understand a bit better, the prospect of being nervous of what she’d think of him more the worry than a worry of what she’d think of the music. So she nuzzled her nose into his shoulder, careful not to get lipstick on the fabric, and told him, “I’m going to love it. It’ll be perfect, just like you.”

Harry’s arms wrapped backwards so he could hold her to him and they stood there, holding one another, basking in each other’s presence before everyone else arrived. It had been a busy couple months for them to start a relationship—Y/N was swamped at work, her boss having left so she had to take on extra work, and Harry was releasing his album, Dunkirk was coming out in the summer, and his tour started in the fall. It was a lot to say the least, and Y/N tried not to think about it too often because she’d get all in her head and ignore Harry’s texts for hours until he called her and asked her if she wanted gummy worms or Hershey’s for movie night. Then, she’d remind herself that they were doing good—really good, even. Better than other relationships that she had been in for this long. Usually this was when she got bored, but with Harry she kept falling for him more and more every day they spent with each other.

He was like a drug, and she was addicted.

“We should head down,” Y/N said, brushing back from him. “Wear the yellow ones, yeah?”

He mumbled something under his breath about her being bossy and coming for Lambert’s job and she snorted, leaving him in the walk-in closet to straighten himself out. Her phone in her hand, she slipped on her heels, a summer sandal with a platform so her feet didn’t hurt, the perfect compliment to her flowing sundress she’d selected for the release party. When Harry had seen it he’d promptly asked if she could take it off so he could ravish her, so she decided it was a good choice. It emphasized her curves in a way that made her feel confident and she’d pinned her hair over one shoulder, the earrings Harry had gotten her for their three-month anniversary on display.

Re-emerging, Harry rolled his eyes over her body and she gave him a soft smile at the way his eyes screamed with desire. “See something you like?”

“Fuck yes,” he cursed. “Can’t wait to have you all to myself later.” Hands in hers, he pressed a searing kiss to her lips, the kind that made her toes curl, before pulling back. “C’mon, Azoff is yelling at me over text about being late to my own party.”

“It’s literally downstairs,” she pointed out. “He’s just mad he can’t embarrass you in front of your friends.”

Harry laughed, arm tucked around her waist as they descended the stairs of his house. He’d bought it at the end of February, a birthday gift to himself, and Y/N had thought to herself at the time that it wasn’t about her, it was about him. But it was kind of hard whenever he had her help him pick out all the furniture, making sure she approved of the colors he painted the walls and the patio furniture.

Downstairs, the party was in full force. Harry hadn’t invited too many people, mostly the same crowd as his birthday. Since it was at his house, he was hesitant to give the address out to too many people, but ultimately he wanted to be able to do whatever the fuck he wanted to celebrate, no paps around. Also, it was hot and he had a pool, so he had told everyone to bring a swimsuit just in case they wanted to take a dip. Y/N had persuaded him to keep it simple and they’d ordered pizza from his favorite place and she made some a ton of margaritas for everyone to help themselves to. Jeff was left in charge of the door when Harry was late finishing getting dressed, and she could tell that he had done a fine job. The tunes were going, people were drinking, and everyone seemed happy. He had even put the album countdown that Y/N had spent two hours making that morning on the TV.

“Stay close to me, please?” Harry asked her, bending his head to whisper in her ear when they reached the group.

Y/N nodded, and Harry began happily talking to Jeff. Y/N started up a conversation with another one of the Full Stop employees who had come who she’d met at a brunch a few weeks ago, plucking some details from her brain about her boyfriend to check-in about. Then, a familiar face flashed in the crowd. “Hanna!”

Harry had suggested the idea of inviting her best friends to the party and Y/N had leapt at the idea. The prospect of having her two favorite people be there with her to celebrate her boyfriend was her idea of a perfect night. Hanna’s red hair popped up, her smile giddy from seeing Y/N. Cutting through the crowd, she quickly made it to Y/N, who wrapped her best friend up in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she said. “Find it okay?”

Hanna nodded. “Security at the gate did not want to let me in though. Jamie is on his way—Cole called while he was walking out the door.” Jamie and Cole had been together for years and Y/N decided the first time she met Cole that there wasn’t anyone better for Jamie, and Jamie seemed to agree. “How are you?”

“Amazing,” Y/N replied and she truly was. She felt like she was on cloud nine right now, the energy bouncing off of Harry absorbing into every one of her pores. “Excited to finally hear it.”

“You should be.” Hanna leaned over and tapped Harry on the shoulder.

His attention shifted from some work-related conversation with Jeff quickly over to his girlfriend’s best friend. “Oh, hello Hanna,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“No place I’d rather be,” Hanna replied. “Now can I steal Y/N?”

Harry’s eyes lingered on Y/N, but he gave her a warm smile. “‘Course.”

Y/N followed her best friend out onto the patio, giving hugs and saying hello to the friends of Harry’s she’d met during the past few months of them being together. Harry watched her with awe at how well she had fit into his life, she’d succeeded faster than any other girl he’d ever dated. The tidbits of information she remembered and the way she made an effort to be present in the conversations, her deep knowledge of music and the industry coming in handy. He loved having a girl at her side who knew what all of his team did without him having to explain it to her. It was small, but it made a difference to him.

“H,” Mitch said, pulling his gaze from his girlfriend back to the conversation he’d been having with Mitch, Adam, and Sarah. “You good?”

“Yeah,” he replied, taking a sip of the margaritas Y/N had made for the party. She’d slaved over them all day while he was on calls and doing interviews and he appreciated it so much. He reminded himself to tell her later when he had her alone and could tell her properly.

Sarah smiled at him knowingly. “He’s just looking at Y/N, as usual.”

Mitch and Adam chuckled, but Harry frowned. “Am I not allowed to look at my girl?”

“You are,” Adam said, “just be careful, mate. You told us about the rule, remember?”

The Rule. The goddamn rule that controlled this relationship more than he felt like he did, sometimes. He didn’t know how much Y/N thought about it at this point in their relationship, but then again it was still technically pretty early in the grand scheme of things. But for him, it was a constant reminder than their time together was fleeting, that at any point she might want to leave him, his lifestyle too hard. And it’s not that he blamed her. He just hated that it was a possibility. “I know.”

“How’s it going?” Adam pressed. Harry had been distant these past few weeks, holing himself up in the house with Y/N every chance he got when they weren’t rehearsing and he wasn’t on a call. It was hectic and he knew that his friends worried about him.

Harry took another sip of his margarita, eyes finding Y/N out on the patio laughing with Hanna, hair blowing in the wind. “Been good. She seems really happy,” he continued at the sight of her smile. “Bit nervous about tonight, if I’m being honest though.” He’d told Y/N the same thing, but the pit in his stomach still lingered. She had said she was excited, but he didn’t know how she would react to him releasing an album full of songs about his exes and flings.

They all got it though. “About which song?”

“All of ‘em,” he said nervously, and it was true. Y/N came into his life after the album was done, the idea of adding a song about her impossible. Even though he could’ve written dozens—he already had, the voice memos on his phone to prove it. Sometimes he’d sneak away to the bathroom while she slept to sing something that popped into his head, and the few that he’d shown the band they liked. It was all material for the next album, they told him. Some of them had even become full-fledged songs after a few hours locked in his office, but he hadn’t shared them yet. They still felt too raw.

Sarah reached out a hand and squeezed Harry’s shoulder. “She’ll get it, H. Her dad’s a musician, you know? If there was anyone who would understand, it would be her.”

And she was probably right. But there was a feeling in his gut that Harry couldn’t shake—that tonight wouldn’t end well for them. He’d felt it when he had woken up this morning and no matter how many time he kissed Y/N to make it go away, it lingered and it was making his brain go wild.

He hoped it was just the nerves.

The night passed quickly. There were speeches, a cake, Jeff pulled out a bottle of champagne, and Y/N had rejoined Harry at his side for the most part. And at this party, there was no question as to who she was—to everyone she was “Y/N, my girlfriend,” and Harry loved it. Particularly the look on her face that she would get every once in a while when her eyes caught his. He didn’t know what to call it, but he just knew that he felt the same way.

Before he knew it, it was 11:59 and everyone had gathered in the living room. The TV had the countdown on that Y/N had designed, the album cover with the numerical countdown over it, another bottle of champagne in Harry’s hand, ready to pop. Y/N stood a few people away from him, watching him with that look in her eyes that she’d been giving him all night that made him weak in the knees and made him curious what she would do to him when they were upstairs. He knew why Y/N was keeping her distance right now—she had mentioned it once before when they were curled up in bed after Harry asked her to be put down as a co-host for the party, that this success was his and his alone. That she was here at the end and she wanted it to be all his. She was here to support him and give him kisses after, but it was all his.

“10, 9, 8.” This was it. It was Harry’s debut album, his first solo record. It was weird for the rest of the guys to not be here when an album dropped. Usually, they were all standing together with bottles of champagne, ready to celebrate with one another.

“7, 6, 5, 4.” And Harry didn’t know which one was worse and which was better. Maybe they were both equally as wonderful, because he had other friends here to stand by his side. Jeff, Sarah, Mitch, Adam. James, floating around somewhere. His mum and sister tried to be here but Gemma got sick and Anna wanted to stay behind to take care of her.  

“3, 2,” He had Y/N. He had Y/N’s excited expression, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks, the look of pride on her face that he treasured.

“1!” But this was his, his success, his win. With the first notes of the album playing in the room, he popped the bottle of champagne and with the bubbles running down the side of the bottle, he took a long swig.

Cheers went up around him, his best friends celebrating his biggest success of his career thus far, one he’d fought long and hard for. One he was immensely proud of and he hoped he would always look back on fondly. And the sound of his album blaring in his house’s sound system—the sound of Meet Me in the Hallway, it brought him to tears.

“Aww, man,” Adam brought him into a hug, patting Harry softly on his back. “Y/N! Come here!”

Y/N was there in an instant, wrapping Harry up in her arms, his head falling onto her shoulder, sobs wracking his body as they stood there. He didn’t even care that his friends were all there witnessing him crying into his girlfriend’s shoulder, he was just so overwhelmed.

“You okay, bubs?” Y/N asked, petting the back of his head softly.

“It’s a lot,” he replied softly, trying to find the words. “Happy. But also just…”

Her hands ran up and down his back, rubbing circles. “I know, baby. You don’t need to explain, okay?”

Harry didn’t reply, just tried to find his breath and stop the tears that were welling in his eyes. And when he did, he lifted his head and his lips met Y/N’s, the sound of whoops and cat-calls breaking out around them. The middle finger that Harry raised to them all did nothing to stifle them either. “Thank you,” he said into her hair when they broke.

The feeling of her lips on his neck, a soft kiss, brought him to his knees. “Always.”

And Harry hoped it was true.

While the rest of the party swirled around her—dancing had broke out, James had started making themed drinks, his favorite being the Sign of the Times one—Y/N sat right in front of the speaker, listening to every word of the album. It was her first time hearing it and she knew Harry would probably play it for her later, but she wanted to hear it now. She wanted to hear his pride and joy, the thing that had him beaming and laughing with his friends, belting out the lyrics with Mitch and Adam in a conga line that was worming its way through the room.

And what she heard broke her heart in so many ways.

Y/N knew that music, and much of art, stemmed from pain and hurt. A good amount of it was also about love, but the songs that were some of the rawest, the ones that hit home for most people, were the ones about our darkest moments. Harry’s album was full of them. Heartbreak, heartache, regrets, addiction to people and things. It was chock full of every one of his deepest darkest secrets, especially the women who he had loved before he met her. There was a part of her that knew that he would tell her in his own time about the stories of some of these women—he had mentioned a few when she’d asked about them—and that she didn’t need to push, but there was this disgusting, self-sabotaging part of her that wanted to know every sordid detail, even though she knew it would hurt her.

This was one of the many reasons she had always told herself she would never date a musician, but more importantly that she would never fall for one. Because their relationship, their joys and pitfalls, heartache and brightest moments, it was all fodder for a song, an album, a career. It wasn’t the artist’s fault, that’s how it worked, but that didn’t make it any easier to be the person they were writing about.

Was that all she was? Another girl for Harry to write a song about?

She wanted to be happy for him, to be glowing and beaming for him, but the part of her that she hated, the part that conjured the worst possible parts of people, it was crawling out of her head. It was twisting Harry and she knew it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t believe it.

The album only lasted 40 minutes, but in those 40 minutes the party died down. People had jumped in the pool while Y/N sat by the speaker, they had finished their drinks, they had said their goodbyes, the object of the event passed. Hanna and Jamie came over and gave her hugs, concerned looks on their faces, and told her to call them if she needed anything. When she looked up, the last notes of From the Dining Table fading, it was just her left.

A light from the patio twinkled and she could see the water rippling under the moonlight. Harry.

She left the stereo silent, not cuing up another playlist, and tugged off her shoes, then her dress. Following the pull of the man who had written such a beautiful, heartbreaking, hopeful record, she walked to the patio.

“There you are.” He was floating on his back in just his boxers, which didn’t surprise Y/N in the slightest. The fairy lights they had strung up together were dim in the nighttime darkness, but just bright enough so she could see Harry and all his beauty. “Look bloody gorgeous, love.”

Y/N tucked her hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, knotting the hair so it stayed. “Finished the album,” she said, walking to the water’s edge.

“Yeah?” Harry swam over to her, leaning his head on her thighs that rested on the concrete that lined the pool. “What’d you think?”

She couldn’t help the heartbroken smile that graced her features, because she was too tired to lie to him. Exhausted from trying to pretend that she didn’t think about the fact that he could leave her at any moment, that the insecurities of who she was and who he was didn’t catch up to her sometimes. His fingertips brushed at her cheeks and Y/N realized she was crying.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He hoisted himself out of the water and hooked one of his legs around her waist, pulling her into his wet skin. It was cold against the night air, but somehow Harry was still warm to her.

“I don’t know how to say this,” she said slowly, struggling to find her words.

Fingers drifted up and down her back. “Just do your best.”

She tried not to think about the fact that she was crying on his album release day, that they were having this conversation now. One that sat in the back of her mind when she was alone and Harry couldn’t banish it. “The album is beautiful, Harry,” she started, “but it’s about a past that I wasn’t a part of.” Harry was quiet, but his arms didn’t move from their place around her, so she forged on. “I know that artists write from their experience, and that this album was done before I met you, but there’s this part of me, this horrible part that I utterly despise, that is jealous of them. The women who you wrote about. And the fact that it’s them that you’re going to sing about on stage every night. Does that make sense?”

The brush of his chin against her spine showed her that yes, he understood.

“And,” she continued, voice breaking, “I can’t stop thinking about the fact that maybe I’m going to be a song.”

“Of course you’re going to be a song,” Harry said, his voice soft and sweet.

He didn’t get it. To him, being a song was an honor, but to her, it was a threat almost. “No—it’s that I’m going to be only a song.”

The man next to her didn’t say a word. The chirp of the crickets stretched between their bodies, which were still close on the concrete floor, not a muscle moved.

“I don’t want to only be a song.” Y/N’s voice was hoarse, sobs wracking her body she didn’t expect, didn’t want. She couldn’t have this conversation if she was crying, but she couldn’t hold them in either. It was her biggest fear, the one that festered below all of the others, threatening to consume the relationship she had with a man she was falling for. And falling was the only way to describe it—without any support, a free fall that was utterly terrifying but also blissful peaceful.

Suddenly, his fingers swept across her neck, brushing against her sensitive skin. “Y/N,” he whispered, “you could never be just a song. You’re—you’re like the stars and the moon to me. In that room I could always feel you, wherever you were, and I didn’t want to be anywhere where you weren’t. And maybe this is too fast and too soon, but what I feel for you, fuck Y/N how can you not see how much you are to me?”

He pulled her head so she faced him, his eyes teary to match her own. “Do you hear me? You’re so much more than a song. You’re an album. You’re my life’s work, my masterpiece, a symphony. A song can’t contain how I feel for you, it’s just a piece of a billion I could write.”

Soft as a feather, his lips pressed to her cheeks and then up and across her forehead, over her eyelids, barely leaving a mark but a searing fire in his wake that shook Y/N’s core. “And Y/N, you’re better than a song. You’re my life. You’re here, you’re real, you’re with me. Y/N, you will never be just a song to me. You never could be. Not to me.”

Y/N rested her forehead against his, inhaling his cologne and exhaling her feelings for him. He managed to rip down all her defenses, the ones she had spent years building up, and it was frightening. But then she looked at him, the way he smiled at her, the way he kissed her, the way he said her name, and it wasn’t quite as scary. She hoped he could feel how much she cared for him in the way she kissed him, their tears blending into one as they scrambled for each other. Lips breaking and meeting, desperate for more and more and more. Her fingers gripped the back of his head, holding him to her, wanting to have his whole body imprinted on hers.

“Y/N,” he breathed, “you heard me? You understand?”

“Yes,” she replied softly, “I hear you.” She brushed her fingers through his hair gently, curling the wet strands back. “You may need to remind me sometimes.”

“Always,” he whispered, catching her kiss with his own, tugging her into him, arms around her body in a vice grip.

She lost herself in Harry, him an ocean and her a boat lost at sea. Maybe it was their conversation or the night or the alcohol flowing through their veins, but it felt different. The way he kissed her felt heavier, her moans a prayer, his fingers on his back a weight she never wanted lifted. Her legs wrapped around his waist so she was firmly in his lap, arms thrown over his shoulders, their bare bodies except for their underwear pressed against each other without a molecule of air between them.

His lips drew a line across the top of her shoulder, a fire building in her belly as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. It was a light pink she’d worn just for him and when he nudged at the strap with his nose, letting it slip from her shoulders, she didn’t care that he could barely see it. She’d show him tomorrow morning. He pulled the fabric away and bent his head, licking at one of her nipples and then the other, gasps falling from her mouth like poetry. Without meaning to, her hips rolled over his cock, the thin fabric of their underwear doing nothing to keep the heat of her center from touching his sensitive skin.

He moaned her name, the sound muffled against her neck as he sucked a love bite into the spot that made her keen every time he nipped into it. She rocked again on him, his fingers digging into her skin so hard it would leave marks tomorrow but she didn’t care. In fact, she wanted to have his marks on her tomorrow, she wanted to show the world that she wasn’t just a song, she was his, she was his girlfriend and she made him feel this way.

Hands on skin, he pressed her down onto the concrete so she was lying down, her ankles tucked around his hips, anchoring her to him. When his hips bucked into hers, she let out a sharp cry, the angle brushing her clit perfectly. “Right there?” He mumbled, nipping and tugging on her nipple, laving a circle that left her squirming against the concrete.

“Off,” she whispered, tugging at his boxers with her hands. “Wanna feel you.” With his help, they shimmied off his boxers without too much difficulty and Y/N let out a sigh of relief when she could feel his cock brush against her covered folds. Reaching a hand down, she brushed the pad of her thumb across his tip, a pained hiss flying from Harry’s throat. He was sensitive and Y/N loved it.

They didn’t have a condom, but she didn’t care. She’d been on birth control for years and she knew Harry hadn’t slept with anyone else since she found her way into his life. Plus, she needed him—she wanted to feel him, raw and bare inside of her.

They were going to have sex on the concrete next to his pool, but she didn’t care. They had had sex before and they would have sex again. She just needed him in a desperate, crawling way. When he nudged at her underwear she pressed into him, letting him pull them down her legs without a second thought.

“Condom,” Harry mumbled as she chased after his lips, open mouthed and heavy.

“It’s okay,” she said, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. “Want you like this.”

Harry’s head dropped to the space between her neck and shoulder, the groan that filled the air unlike anything she had heard before. “Gonna ruin me,” he whispered, brushing his cock against her folds. Y/N whimpered at the sensation, her fingers begging him for more, for anything she would give him. When his fingers brushed her clit, his name tumbled from her lips without abandon.

“Harry, please,” she panted, fingers deep in his hair.

That was all it took. She was so wet from the foreplay and just him that he didn’t even need to stretch her out. Her mouth fell open as he pushed inside, a mewl landing on his lips as he kissed her. Slowly, he pulled out and then back in, both of them groaning from the sensation of him being bare inside her. He felt impossibly close, every ridge and edge of him pressing against her in the most perfect way. She didn’t know if she could use condoms again, because holding Harry to her chest, arms around his shoulders as he fucked slowly, deeply, into her, her able to feel every inch of her, it was bliss on a new level. A sensation she didn’t know she was missing with him.

Her ankles hitched higher on his hips and when he pushed back in he hit a new angle, a groan ripping from his throat that set her on fire. “Can I go faster?” He said with a grunt. “I—I don’t know how much—“

“Yes,” she whimpered at his words.

He didn’t wait. He drew back and into her, pistoning his hips at a pace she couldn’t even describe, hitting that spot deep inside of her that made her eyes roll back over and over. How he managed to do that she didn’t know, but he deserved an award. Fingers grabbing at his skin in desperation for something to hold her together, Y/N gasped and exhaled his name, a plea and a beg and a prayer all in one. Her back hurt from the concrete but she didn’t care, she just wanted to finish, to feel him release deep inside of her.

Then he thumbed over her clit and she arched up, back leaving the concrete as the fire deep within her threatened to bubble over. When he start brushing circles there, Y/N gripped his shoulders like they would keep her anchored to Earth, her body possibly transcending. Harry bent his head and sucked a love bite on her breast, the puncture of skin forcing her head back, unable to keep it together.

“You close?” He asked, littering her chest with kisses, “Please tell me you are, I can’t, I can’t hold on…”

She mumbled a yes as he drove deep inside of her, swiveling his hips in a brutal way that left her hands squeezing his butt cheeks to get him to do it again. When he did, she swore she saw stars. “Gonna come,” she said, eyes searching for his lips in the low lighting. “Kiss?”

Without hesitation, he kissed her, open mouthed and dirty and sloppy and perfect. She wanted every rough-edged and sweet part of him, every kiss and press of his body against hers. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he chanted as he pressed into her again and again, her body drawing tighter and tighter. Then, he pinched her clit and she came, the ball in her tummy unravelling, hips bucking up against him as she rode out her high. Her eyes stayed trained on him as she did, not wanting to miss his face when he came inside of her.

His hips stuttered, release unloading inside of her in ropes that left him cursing like a sailor. Hair wet and sweaty, sticking to his forehead, and irises blown out, he looked beautiful. She held him close until his body settled, shaking as he came down from his high, forehead resting on the swell of her breasts.

Slowly, he rolled off of her, tugging her body into his so she wasn’t on the cold concrete anymore. He was fiery hot and it kept her warm in the cold air. “Can we never use a rubber again?” He asked softly, and she giggled, hiding her face in his neck.

“Don’t see any reason to,” she replied and he hummed with joy. Tucking her hands under her chin, she looked at him with a smile. “Congrats on your album, baby.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. “I’m so happy I shared today with you.” She kissed him softly and let him hold her close, not wanting to move even to go to bed because it meant leaving his grasp. And as much as her head told her that it wasn’t forever, she couldn’t help but hope it would be.

It had been four days since Harry had texted her. Five since he called her. Six since they FaceTimed.

He was in London for the press junket for Dunkirk and Y/N was supposed to fly out for the July 13th premiere—it was decided a month ago, the tickets booked and her time off from work already approved. But as the days stretched on and the silence grew longer, she couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. If she had done something wrong.

It wasn’t the first time he had been away from LA. They had a conversation about how they were going to handle distance when he travelled back in April, before the album came out and he had to fly around and do press for two weeks. That time, though, he handled it well—he called every night before she went to bed if he could, if not, he sent a long voice memo that she listened to when she woke up. They texted all day, him sending photos from dressing rooms and backstage at talk shows, even FaceTiming her so she could meet the stars he shared the nights with.

But this time was different. Since he left he had texted her just a handful of times and it was when he was at his mom’s house visiting home before press started. And then once press kicked into gear, he was gone, her texts ignored, calls not returned. She was trying not to seem desperate, but with the more time that passed the more anxious she got. It wasn’t how this was supposed to go, this wasn’t what they’d agreed on. He knew her fears, the dark thoughts that crowded in when she spent too much time worrying about their relationship, and yet he wasn’t taking the actions that helped her calm down. Even though she knew it wasn’t his responsibility to take care of her brain, it helped to know he thought about her, at the very least.

The morning before her flight was supposed to leave, she called Hanna in a panic. Her suitcases laid open on her bed, clothes scattered around her, tears streaming down her face. She had tried to call Harry again to confirm her arrival plans, only to be met with his voicemail, again.

Hi, you’ve reached Harry. I’ll give you a call back when I can!

Somehow, the sound of his voice made it worse.

“Han,” she choked out when her friend picked up, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Did he not answer?” Hanna had been counseling her through the whole thing, helping her stay calm and sane, as much as possible at least. From Y/N’s lack of response, just more sobs, Hanna knew immediately. “That prick.”

Y/N wiped a tear from her eye and looked at the ticket in her hand. Harry had forced her to accept his offer of first-class, booking her flight through his agent and everything. “Does he even want me there? Should I not go?”

Hanna was quiet, thoughts rolling through her head. “No,” she finally said. “You should go. Even if it’s just to talk to him in person. You deserve to hear it face-to-face, not by him ghosting you.”

“Even if that means I end up in London and he breaks up with me?”

“Yes,” Hanna replied softly. “But I really, really hope that is not what’s happening.”

At first it had been that he was busy, that he would text when he had time, but it had been six days. Now, both Y/N and Hanna were increasingly worried that it meant the end of their relationship and Y/N was simply not ready for that possibility. She had let Harry in—he had begged her to let him in—and he was going to end things like this? When things got hard with the distance he just…cut her out? “Can you take me to the airport?” Y/N asked, sniffling. “If you don’t I don’t think I’ll be able to force myself to go.”

“Was already planning on it,” Hanna replied. “I’ll bring snacks for the flight.”

“Love you,” Y/N told her. Hanna was her one constant, who knew Y/N better than she knew herself.

“Love you more. Now go finish packing and call me if you need me, okay?”

Y/N told her okay and hung up, her gaze shifting to her suitcase. If he was going to break up with her, then she was going to look so magnificent he would regret every second of it.

Eleven hours in the air meant plenty of time to run over her entire relationship with Harry. She had sat curled up in her seat scrolling through her camera roll and listening to Bon Iver, which was the sappiest thing possible and she didn’t care. Y/N didn’t want to break up with him and the photos and the texts and the memories proved it. Her time with Harry had been so beautifully bright, his presence in her life making so much better, from her confidence to her knowledge to her music taste. And she cared about him in a way she hadn’t let herself do—ever.

She had texted Jeff before she took off, telling him she couldn’t get a hold of Harry and asking where she should go when she landed. He replied with Harry’s Hampstead address and the door code, saying there was a key waiting for her, hidden in the garden, an apology on Harry’s behalf for how busy he had been. The words meant nothing, though, to Y/N. If Harry wanted to apologize he would have to do it in person, not through Jeff.

It was eleven by the time her Uber pulled up to Harry’s house and she thanked the driver as he tugged her luggage from the boot. She waited until he pulled away before she typed in the gate code, not wanting to reveal Harry’s security to anyone—she have been mad at him, but she still didn’t want anything happening to him. The door unlocked for her and she slid inside, shutting it quickly behind her. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked up the path, searching for the garden statue Jeff had told her the key was hiding under. When she found it, her fingers ran across the ridges as she made her way to the front door.

His house in LA was warm, it was the Harry she knew. But this house felt colder, the design modern, his personal affects not as visible. Although to his credit, he hadn’t been here for more than a few days in months. A few photos of Anne and Gemma were scattered through the front hall, some framed photos of his time in One Direction nestled between them.

“Harry?” She knew he wasn’t there, but the idea of walking into his house without checking felt too uncomfortable for her. She locked the door tightly behind her, typing in the security code Jeff had sent before re-arming it.

Y/N took her time exploring his house. She perused the main spaces, testing out the couches and peeking at his bookcases, studying the art lining the walls. Then she made her way upstairs to the bedrooms, running her fingers along the edges of his One Direction album plaques that lined the walls of his office, the ones from his debut still resting on the floor waiting to be hung. She found the guest bedrooms with ease and she spent a good five minutes standing on the landing deciding if she should go into his bedroom or set herself up in a guest one.

She settled on a guest bedroom. If he was going to break things off, she didn’t want to know what his bed felt like or smell his clothes or take a shower in his bathroom.

Instead, she showered in the guest bath, washing off the plane smell that lingered on her body. She dressed in shorts and a tank top, letting her hair air dry since she would have to just re-style it for the premiere later. Jeff hadn’t told her what time Harry would be back and she was ravenous, so she wandered downstairs to fix herself some lunch. To fill the silence in the house she turned on The 1975, playing the music from her laptop she had open on the counter as she cooked some pasta she had found in the cabinet. As she ate at his dining table, she tried not to think about the fact that this could be the last time she was in a space of Harry’s. The last time she sat on things he had picked out, the last time she rooted through his fridge, past his obnoxious green juices and leftovers since he hated eating out if he didn’t have to. Her fingers brushed at her eyes, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks.

Reaching down for her fork to take another bite, she suddenly heard the lock click in the front door and the security system begin to beep.

He was home.

She slid her bowl away from her and turned to look at the doorway, waiting to see his face for the first time in over a week. And when he appeared, she couldn’t the return the stretched across his face at the sight of her in his house. He looked the same and somehow that was worse. In a nice shirt from interviews this morning, his hair slightly tossed from running his fingers through it, the sheen on his upper lip from the heat outside. He looked like her Harry, but she didn’t know if he was hers anymore.

“Y/N!” His voice rebounded off the walls, filling her heart with a kind of hope that was crushing.

“Hi,” was all she could muster before looking back down at her pasta. An anger rose in her, replacing the hurt that had lingered for so many days. How could he pretend like everything was okay? How could he smile at her like he hadn’t been ignoring her for days, too busy to even check and see how her flight was?

His footsteps were heavy on the hardwood floors as he made his way over to her. “Baby? What is it?”

“Do you want to break up?” She asked, her question hard compared to his kind, gentle, tentative tone.

“What?” Harry dropped into the seat caddy-corner to the chair she sat in. “What are you talking about?”

She pushed away her bowl and looked him dead in the eye. “I haven’t heard from you in days, Harry. Days. I flew halfway across the world for you and you couldn’t even manage to check-in to see if I was alive?”

He flinched at her words, eyes dropping to the table they sat at. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, words barely audible above her heart beating a mile a minute, pulsing with anger.

“That’s not going to cut it,” she told him, standing up and taking her bowl to the sink. “You fucking ghosted me like I was a girl you’d just met. We’re about to celebrate six months together. And you know what this shit does to me.”

And he did. She could see in his eyes that he knew he was in the wrong, and yet he was quiet. “I was busy.”

“So was I! But I still found two seconds to text you asking how it was going, I found fifteen minutes before bed to call you, and I kept trying even though you couldn’t even manage to reply to me. You’re not that busy, Harry.”

He stood too, walking over to where she stood in his kitchen so that he was a few paces away from her. “I was in and out of interviews from morning to night and when I wasn’t, I was with the cast who I haven’t seen in almost a year. And when I wasn’t doing that Jeff was harassing me about tour details or I was sleeping. I’m sorry if my schedule didn’t allow me to talk to you at every second of the day, Y/N, but this is a huge moment for me and I had to focus on that.” His words were measured, but she could feel the tension rising between them, words unsaid bubbling over.

“And your career is more important than our relationship.” She nodded sarcastically, wiping her wet palms on the dish towel and turning to face him. “Got it, heard loud and clear.”

“Fuck—you know it’s not!” His hand ran through his locks and down his face, struggling to get a handle on his breathing.

“Harry,” she said, trying not to yell, “I’m not going to force you to stay in a relationship that you don’t want to put the time in for. But you know exactly what I need from you—I have been very clear. You know my fears and my insecurities, and you know what triggers them. We had a plan for how to deal with this, and you completely disregarded it!” Her voice rose at the end, the fact that he couldn’t even meet her eyes pushing all of her buttons. “Fucking look at me when I talk to you!”

His eyes met hers and she didn’t see the Harry she knew, the Harry who cared for her, the soft, gentle man. Instead, she saw someone who was pissed off and hurt and grasping at straws. “I can’t dance around your fears every moment of the day,” he said, voice spitting anger. “And I’m sorry if that breaks one of your rules,” the word hitting her in the face, “but you’re going to have to get over it because I can’t spend every second of the day wondering if something I did or said has made you think I don’t care about you! You should know that I don’t want to hurt you, that of course I want to be with you!”

“Well, how am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me!” His words stabbed her right where it hurt, hitting her fears right in the heart.

Harry turned, his body facing the counter, fingers gripping the edge of the marble. He sucked in breath after breath trying to calm himself down and Y/N tried to find it within herself to have sympathy for him, but she just…couldn’t. She was so pissed off at him she couldn’t think straight.

“I’m not some girl waiting around for Harry Styles to come home, begging him to never leave me,” Y/N said. She was done. She was done with this fight, with him expecting her to be someone she wasn’t. “I’m me and I’m waiting for Harry, the person I care for so deeply it hurts—you are held to the same standards as every other guy, no matter how busy your schedule is. I should not be expected to fit into your schedule all the time. It goes both ways and you operated this week as if it was entirely my job to stay in touch with you. And I am not going to stay in a relationship like that.”

Harry’s head whipped to hers, eyes boring straight into her. “Are you saying you want to break up?”

Y/N tried to keep her head high, tried to hold back the tears. “If you’re going to do this when you’re on tour, I’m done. You know what I want—it’s the same thing I wanted from this relationship the moment I met you. You’re the only one who seems to think things have changed.” And with that, she stormed out of the room, which was probably petty but she didn’t care. She was so mad at him for his actions and his words that she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.

Harry didn’t follow her.

At 1 o’clock, a knock came on her door.

“If you still want to come, we have to leave for the premiere in an hour. It’s up to you.” And with that, he walked away, not even waiting for her to open the door.

She sat on the bed, considering her options. Did she go and support him anyway, pretend everything was fine? Or did she stay here—or maybe find a hotel—and leave him alone for the premiere?

He had told her how nervous he was about this. This was his first time on a movie red carpet as an actor and he was freaking out about it before he left, a ball of anxiety that she had to carefully untangle. The thought of him being up there alone pained her, despite how his hurtful words lingered in her head. That she had to get over it as if it was that simple.

The red dress she had bought for the premiere hung in the bathroom where she had left it while she showered so the wrinkles would leave the fabric. It was beautiful—a tiered taffeta skirt that cinched in at the waist, a caged bodice showing off her shoulders. When she had tried it on she had felt beautiful, powerful, as if she could take on anything and everything. She had spent a ton of money on the dress and she didn’t want to waste it.

So she got up, turning on BANKS and set about her hair and makeup in the bathroom, praising Hanna for teaching her how to do her makeup in college. She painted her lips red, in the shade that she adored wearing, and twisted up her hair into a chignon that emphasized her neck. Running her fingers along the skin she remembered when Harry had kissed it, but the love bite he had left behind was long healed. Was she asking too much of him? She wondered as she looked at herself in the mirror. Was he right, were her fears stifling him?

Then she remembered what Hanna had told her. That he wasn’t anyone different from other guys she had dated, and what she was asking from him wasn’t out of left field. Any guy she would date she would except to check in with her when he was traveling and Harry was no different, no matter what his job was.

Harry was waiting downstairs for her, probably having heard her rummaging around in the closet. When he heard her heels on the stairs, he looked up and his eyesight on her skin burned because he looked gorgeous. Maybe this was a horrible idea, she thought as she made her way towards him. She would have to touch him all night, look at him in his tailored suit, gaze into his green eyes as they were photographed on the red carpet.

“You look beautiful,” he said, words gravelly in his throat.

She stopped a few paces away from him. “Thanks.”

He fiddled with his keys, the silence stretching between them. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you have no reason to, but having you there…It means a lot.”

Instead of replying, because she didn’t have words for him, she just nodded. Because she did have a reason—even though she was mad at him, she still cared for him. Despite not wanting to, she still craved him giving her a kiss on the cheek as they walked out the door.

The drive to the red carpet was quiet, the radio playing softly in the background the only sound. They sat on either side of the backseat, Y/N staring out the window while Harry fiddled with his phone. She hadn’t been to London since she was 18 for her graduation present from her mom, and the city held warm memories for her. She wondered if that would change after today.

When they pulled up, an anxiety Y/N didn’t know she was holding started building, the sight of the photographers and the screams from the fans barricaded in. With all that had been happening, she had somehow forgotten what going to the premiere meant for her. Her eyes fell to Harry who was staring at her, trying to gauge her reaction. She had never done this before and he knew that.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” he said, trying to calm her fears. “Promise.” It helped. At least she wouldn’t be completely alone. “Ready?” He stretched out a hand to her and she took it, letting him help her from the car.

The second her feet hit the pavement, the screams got louder. Fans with signs and their phones outstretched on either side of the wide red carpet, the word DUNKIRK in large white letters closest to the entrance to the theater. Harry’s hand gripped her as she stood, thankful for his body to help her keep balanced.

“Just smile as best you can,” he whispered in her ear as the car pulled away behind them. “And if your eyes start hurting from the flashes, just look at me, okay?”

Y/N nodded, and with his hand in hers, fingers entertained, they made their way down the carpet. He stopped a few times to take photos with fans and sign cards, but all that time he never strayed too far from Y/N’s side. With his arm securely wrapped around her waist, they stood for photos, Y/N trying to stand up as straight as she could and smile sweetly. Harry was a pro at this, a smile practiced for years, but she didn’t have the same experience. She was just a regular person who didn’t know which side was her bad side and had her eyes closed in half her photos.

The cameramen screamed questions at them, about their relationship, if they were married. They’d never quite publicly announced their relationship, Harry preferring to keep his private life private, so this was the first time they’d ever even publicly been out as a couple. And for it to be like this…Y/N hated it. She wanted to stand there and be utterly infatuated with Harry like she usually was, but this time her spine was rimrod straight, trying to keep her emotions in check. It was awkward, the way he tentatively touched her body, not wanting to overstep but also wanting to present the aura of normalcy.

Then they took a few steps and rotated to another set of cameras and Y/N understood what Harry had meant about her eyes hurting from the flashes. She turned her head to him and he found her eyes, giving her a wide smile meant just for her. Without thinking about it, her hand pressed to his suit right over his heart, the soft material of his suit jacket butter under her fingers. Then, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, softly and sweetly and to most it wouldn’t have meant much. But to Y/N, it was the first time he had kissed her since she’d seen him. And the feeling of his lips on her skin lingered, a tingle moving through her body. Her hand gripped his back a little tighter and he just kept smiling at her, utterly entranced by her eyes.

Their bodies had betrayed them. To anyone who looked, they would have seen perfectly fine, not that they had been fighting only two hours ago. But they knew the reality, and this moment, their bodies close together and emotions running through them without being able to stop it, it made it clear that neither of them wanted to break up. They would just have to find a way to move through it.

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Prom night. Balloons suspended around the school gym in a desperate attempt to make it look a little more dreamy, not-so-dazzling lights, the one mirrorball the school owned, which had probably been purchased at the peak of the disco era, considering its looks, glitter on the floor, and bad music. Girls dressed to the nines and boys, well, making an effort, at least. Smiles, heartbreak, epic highs and lows of teenage romance.

And, standing by the drinks table, bored out of her damn mind, Kagura Kaze, art teacher in her thirties, chaperoning.

To say this wasn’t Kagura’s dream night would have been a complete understatement. See, when Onigumo, the school director had approached her to give her that job, she had had a moment of hesitation. It had lasted a second, if not less, as memories flooded her mind. When she’d been in high school, she was way too cool for prom, so she had never experienced it, and it made her— it made her somewhat curious, you know? Made her want to know what all the fuss was about.

Of course, the thought quickly vanished from her mind. Obviously, she couldn’t experience it as a teenager again, and while it might have been fun back then, though she seriously doubted it, there was no way she would enjoy it even the tiniest bit now.

But because of her hesitation, she’d lost her way out, and that was how she found herself, well, here.

“I’m standing right here, Manten.”

The teenage boy seemed genuinely surprised to hear her talk, and almost dropped the bottle of alcohol he’d been about to pour in the punch that was available for all students to drink from.

“Yeah, I know, I just—”

He just hadn’t thought she’d say anything. She’d heard that a lot tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. It definitely confirmed that she was the ‘cool teacher’, a title she’d earned because she was, by far, the best dressed teacher in school, because she actually had some renown in the art world and also because, if she dared to say so herself, she was an a-fucking-mazing teacher.

That would have come as a surprise to anyone, including her own self, just five years ago, when she’d gotten the job. She’d thought that would be the nail in the coffin of her creativity and of her already dying art career. She’d thought, and everyone around her agreed, that she would murder one of the young imbeciles she’d have to look after after just one day, and end up in jail, and if that didn’t happen, she would certainly die a long and boring death in the small high school of a small town, miles away from the city and everything she loved.

But, as it turned out, that had not been the case. She could, in fact, live without Starbucks, and she didn’t need to go shopping at high-end clothing stores every week-end.

Not that she could afford it these days.

As for teenagers, they were horrible, stupid, and hormonal, but some of them, sometimes, were also interesting. Those, she did her best to help. After all, Kagura liked talent. She took pride in her ability to spot it, even in its rawest form. She had thought it would make her bitter, to see these talented teenagers, with all their lives still ahead of themselves.

It didn’t. It just made her want to help them, and if that meant she had to do her damnedest to find scholarships they could apply to, well, she’d do that.

Other students didn’t complain about her class, either. It gave them an outlet for all sorts of emotions, and if there was one thing no one had ever said about her, it was that she was boring.

So it didn’t exactly surprise her, to hear that Manten had thought she’d let him spike the punch, but on the other hand— how did he dare? Did he really think she was that irresponsible? She wasn’t going to let teenagers get wasted on her watch.

“Give me the bottle, Manten,” she sighed, extending a perfectly manicured hand.

“But…”

“And tell your brother to come here and give me his,” she added, eyeing Hiten, who was watching the scene carefully, and who, of course, had sent his brother do his dirty job for him.

“Oh, Hiten would never—”

“You heard her, kid,” a deep voice growled from behind him. “Get it done.”

Manten immediately seemed to shrunk and disappear, which could have been a pretty funny sight, in different circumstances. The look Kagura gave to Inuyasha Taisho, P.E. teacher, was not amused.

“I was handling it,” she said dryly.

“Yeah, and I got it done faster.”

She had to resist the urge to snarl at him. Inuyasha was an alright person, but what an asshole he could be.

”Hey,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly, clearly unaware of the less than charitable thoughts that were going through her mind, “you wouldn’t have happened to see—”

“I’ll tell you where she is if you get Miroku and Sango back from their break,” she interrupted him. “I want to take mine, and we need someone by this table.”

She didn’t add that they were probably making out. Miroku had taken two bottles she’d gotten from kids who also wanted to spike the punch — which showed that there was no coordination there and was very irresponsible of them, because what if they’d all succeeded, that would have been a disaster — and winked at her before leaving with the perpetually unimpressed Sango. Thinking back on it, she probably should have stopped him then and there.

She’d high-fived him instead.

“Sure,” Inuyasha shrugged, not realizing what he was probably opening himself to seeing. “So?”

“She took a group of lonely kids to the library.”

“Keh. Of course she would,” Inuyasha scoffed, but his dumb, soft smile betrayed his feelings. That was how he’d been tricked into being here tonight, too. Because, of course, ‘she’ had also volunteered to watch over the dance.

Another day, another time, Kagura would have loved to meddle in the slow-burn developing between him and the literature teacher, the lovely Kagome Higurashi, because they were so damn entertaining, definitely her favorite couple among the faculty, but if she stood there one minute longer, she was going to spontaneously combust or something.

“Good. I’m off.”

“Hey, wait a second—”

“Hiten, here!”

The teenage boy begrudgingly handed her a bottle of what she knew at a glance was a very, very nice wine. Those kids really had too much money and too little supervision for their own good, which wasn’t something she could fix. Wasn’t her job, either, but sometimes, it disappointed her a little. Gave her heart an unpleasant squeeze. Every year, how many of those kids graduated, about to jump headfirst into a shitty life that would never get better? How many of them had she failed?

That wasn’t something she ever thought about, before starting to work here. It wasn’t a pleasant thought by any means, but she didn’t hate it, either. It felt— needed. It felt like it was something she should have thought about before. Then maybe she could have made a difference sooner, maybe she would be doing a better job.

On the other hand, if she didn’t think about it, maybe she wouldn’t need a drink so bad right now.

“Mrs. Kaze,” a calm, even voice, called from behind her as she was just about to leave the gym, “may I ask where you are going?”

Kagura froze, closed her eyes a second, then turned around, a charming smile on her lips.

“I was just taking my break, Mr. Taisho,” she said, ignoring the way her heart was hammering in her chest, as it always did whenever she talked to him. “Care to join me?”

Sesshomaru Taisho rose an eyebrow at her offer, and she had to remind herself not to hold her breath waiting for an answer. She wasn’t one of the teenagers she was supposed to chaperone, dammit!

That was all his fault, by the way. He had no business looking this good. He hadn’t dressed up, exactly, but he was wearing a fitting white shirt, which underlined a nicely chiseled chest, and black pants, and that was enough to create the illusion. She knew, from the looks he was getting, that she wasn’t the only one feeling that way. His long white hair, which he usually tied into a ponytail, were falling over his broad shoulders, and she would have killed for that hair, but that wasn’t what got her attention.

No, she was entirely focused on his face. He had the type of face she would love to paint someday, and that was the first thing that had struck her about him, when she’d first met him. He was beautiful, sure, but beauty could be boring. With him, it wasn’t. It wasn’t just his sharp jaw, thin lips, straight nose and high cheekbones. He was much more than the sum of his parts, but Kagura was convinced that even without all of that, if she had met his golden eyes, if she had seen the intelligence behind it, she would have been irremediably lost, regardless of anything else.

Sesshomaru glanced behind him at Inuyasha, who was sullenly watching over the drink table where she’d abandoned him. The two of them were brothers, but you would never have guessed it from the way they acted with one another. There was a rather painful story behind that, which Kagura had heard from Miroku, but she knew better than to bring it up with the brothers, so she kept her mouth shut.

“I suppose I could,” he finally said. “Inuyasha knows better than to let Rin get in trouble.”

Another subject it was better not to speak on. Sesshomaru’s adopted daughter was the apple of his eye, and he was, perhaps, just a little overprotective. Some had tried to point it out to him, but they’d learned that he didn’t take kindly to comments on his parenting, something no one in school ignored, at this point.

Unfortunately — for herself —, Kagura had never been really good at not speaking her mind, and there was only so much she could hold back in one night, especially for the same guy.

“Rin’s perfectly capable of getting in and out of trouble if she chooses to. I doubt there’s much Inuyasha could do to stop her from doing that.” I doubt there’s much you could do to stop her from doing that.

Sesshomaru glared at her in silence for a few seconds, but that wasn’t nearly long enough for Kagura to regret speaking her mind.

“Why would Rin want to do that?” he finally asked.

“She’s sixteen,” Kagura shrugged. “She might want to… experiment.” Like with that Kohaku kid I’m positive you don’t know about. “Are you coming or what?”

Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder one last time, sighed deeply, then nodded. Kagura deemed to be an absolute win. He was by no means talkative, after all, and this conversation had gone well enough, considering who it was with.

“Let’s get to my room,” she said, tilting her head towards the door. “Yours is depressing.”

By that, she meant there was a plain, black board — because Sesshomaru refused to change it to a white one — and nothing else. Evenly spaced desks, one larger one for him, no books, no posters, no nothing.

“And yours is too full of useless things,” he replied, frowning ever so slightly. “You should throw them out as soon as you’ve finished that project.”

Kagura let out a horrified exclamation. She could never do that. She knew what it felt like, when someone threw out something you’d poured your heart into, and she didn’t see the need for her pupils to experience that just yet. Of course, she couldn’t keep everything, and at the end of the year, she did have to throw away things that were left, but it had never crossed her mind to do that during the year.

“My room,” she argued as the two of them walked through the silent hallways, “is pretty and the students are happy to come here. I doubt you can say the same thing.”

“I’ve never heard anyone complain.”

“That’s because they’re terrified of you!”

In the dimly lit hallways, she missed the half-smile that curved Sesshomaru’s lips while the two of them argued. Even if she’d seen it, she would probably have assumed she’d imagined it, and yet, it was there. Sesshomaru was enjoying himself.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the doors to her room and let him in, turning on the light to reveal a place she was genuinely proud of. On the walls hung finished products, on the tables, paintings were still drying, and on the shelves were the results of that time they had tried pottery. Inuyasha probably hadn’t been happy that she had used his ex’s contact information to find a teacher for that, but he hadn’t said anything about it.

He’d just hidden in the gymnasium all day.

“There,” she said, satisfied with the scene. Esthetically, maybe it wasn’t the most pleasing sight, but she could see all the efforts poured into this work. She knew what belonged to which student, by name. She knew which themes had felt the most personal to whom, she knew…

Ugh, she was getting all mushy now.

“Let’s drink,” she said, pulling out the two bottles she’d gotten off of Hiten and Manten earlier.

But Sesshomaru wasn’t listening to her. Instead, he stepped closer to one of the walls and examined it in silence. Kagura narrowed her eyes at him. What exactly was he… Ah.

“Fractals,” he said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, well, an assignment that was inspired by fractals,” Kagura said, rolling her eyes. She started tapping her fingernails on the wood of the desk she was sitting on. This was more embarrassing than she’d thought it would be. Not that she’d thought about it much, actually, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have done it. “Are we drinking or what?”

Sesshomaru looked at her over his shoulder.

“I do not think that is a very good idea. We need to look out for the students. We cannot do that drunk.”

Why did he have to be so reasonable all the time?

“Why fractals?”

Kagura pushed herself off the desk with a sigh and walked to his side.

“Well, I was looking into some geometrical things,” for no reasons whatsoever, “and I thought fractals were… an interesting theme. Most kids went for a mirror type of thing, but some took more interest in the snowflake shape and others on…” She sighed, but couldn’t quite contain her amused smile. “The Triforce, I guess.”

Sesshomaru watched her as she spoke. Kagura was always passionate about things. When she cared about things, it was obvious in her voice, in her attitude. Right now, her eyes shone as she examined her students’ project, her lips curved into a smile he knew she couldn’t quite control. She smirked, a lot, but she always looked like she was caught off-guard when she realized she was genuinely smiling.

“That isn’t a bad idea to get them interested,” Sesshomaru conceded, voice perhaps softer than it usually was. “To pick things they can— have fun making, I suppose.”

“Well, we don’t all have that luxury,” Kagura grinned, shooting him a wink. “You’d have trouble doing that, wouldn’t ya?”

Sesshomaru rose an eyebrow, and took a step towards her. Kagura tried to step back, only to realize her back was already against the wall. She swallowed as the tall, white-haired man leaned towards her, towering over her even though she was wearing high heels. Curse him and his stupid height…

“Is that a challenge, Kagura?” he asked, and God, his voice was doing all sorts of things to her.

She didn’t think he’d used her name before. She found she quite liked it.

“Might be,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly. “I’m pretty sure even if you tried, you couldn’t get your students interested.”

Something dark briefly lit up in his golden eyes, and Sesshomaru sighed.

“You’re an impossible woman,” he said, possibly for himself more than for her.

“Yeah, I kind of pride myself on—”

Sesshomaru kissed her. At first, it felt brusque, his lips crashing against hers but remaining immobile, his body so completely tense against hers.

Kagura reacted immediately. She didn’t try to understand it, didn’t stop to consider whether or not that was a good idea. Before she could have any form of cohesive thoughts, she was pushing herself against him, her hands were in his hair as she pulled him down against her. If that took him by surprise, he didn’t show it. In a second, he’d pulled her away from the wall and lifted her onto a desk, where she promptly wrapped her legs around his waist.

She’d thought about this for years, wondered of what he’d taste like, how his body would feel against hers. His warmth, seeping through his clothes, was almost surprising, opposed to his  usual cold demeanor. His large hands, his long fingers, moved slowly, up her legs, then on her waist, as he took his time to discover her body. It was the clash of her passion, her impatience, and his slow deliberateness.

When he pulled away from her, she let out an annoyed whimper, but didn’t try to hold him back. Instead, she took in the sight of him in that moment, and it made her smirk. She liked the way he looked right now. Disheveled, shirt all creased,  tie half-undone, hair a mess. She liked the way his lips parted as he tried to steady his breathing. She knew that in a second, he would look as tidy as ever, but for now, she enjoyed a sight she doubted many people has set their eyes on before.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, and her smile widened. It only lasted a second before he did compose himself again, and when he looked back at her, it was gone.

“I think it’s time we go back. Shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

Kagura took it and jumped from the desk, quickly smoothing out her skirt. It wasn’t her first rodeo, and she knew she could make herself look perfectly presentable before she walked back into the gym.

“You should give that back to Hiten’s parents,” Sesshomaru added, pointing at the bottles she’d abandoned by the door. “He probably took it from them.”

She rolled her eyes. He just had to know everything better than everyone else, didn’t he? Fine. She would. Because, of course, it was the right, smart thing to do. It was just very annoying. Ugh. The things she was doing because she liked him…

She grabbed his tie and took to straightening it, and he went very quiet. His face didn’t express any emotion, but he didn’t have to for her to be able to read him. Pulling him forward, she planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“Watch out, professor,” she whispered huskily, “you have some lipstick there.”

Then she took a step back, winked at him, and disappeared through the door.

Sesshomaru spent long seconds there, regaining control of his breathing. He couldn’t explain to himself what was different about Kagura. Everything about her was fascinating. The way she moved, the way she talked, the was she smiled. She brought color to his mostly dull, black and white world, something only his adopted daughter had been able to do before. He had never really considered acting on — whatever it was he was feeling, until tonight.

Now he couldn’t stop thinking about when to do it again.

It was a shame the year was ending, but they’d both still be here for the next one. At the thought, his lips curved into a smile.

He would be looking forward to it.

Hiii, thanks for reading! I’m tentatively coming back on Tumblr so you might see more of me in the next days. I don’t think I’ll be engaging with any content from the sequel, at least for the time being though. Hope you enjoyed this piece I wrote while I was gone!

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━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (2)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn't have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2 {reading now}

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You didn't do happy dances often, because usually there weren't many things that made you happy enough to dance for. But when you woke up after having the most splendid dream to an email that read:

'Hello Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N, and thank you for applying for the role as Jess. We have reviewed your audition tape and were quite pleased with what we saw. For the next step in the hiring process, we ask that you come to the same site yet again today at 3 PM for a go through with your possible costar, without the script. If that time isn't good for you, please return this email in its entirety so that we can reschedule, and if the time sounds good we can't wait to see you today. Thank you.'

...a happy dance seemed to be necessary, right?

Your excitement bubbled as you put on a light pink crop and a pair of simple blue jean shorts. The look was overall simple- too simple for you, so you decided to top it off with a few hair-clips, a coat of lip gloss on your lips, and lastly some sweet-smelling lotion on your bare arms and legs.

It seemed as though 3 came quickly, but you made sure you were there by 2:50. 'Better to be early than late', you always told yourself. You always stuck by that.

Walking into the building with your pink jelly wedges clicking against the marble floor you signed in. To your surprise, they called you in at 2:55, earlier than you were expecting.

"Y/N! Punctual and looking gorgeous as usual," said one of the co-producers, Mary, and to your surprise she greeted you with a hug. She was the woman that showed the most hospitality to you through out the time you had been auditioning, a sweet, short little woman that smelled like this mornings coffee.

"Aw thank you, you're so sweet," you smiled letting off of the hug and readjusting the crop.

"So Angus is running a bit late, it happens a lot so feel free to sit over there with the other girls and we'll just see where this takes you guys sound good?"

You wondered how he was running late when it was only 2:57, but you just agreed with a smile and walked over to sit with a small group of girls. All of them glared at you as you sat down, so you decided to weigh out the competition.

You weren't one to judge- or you tried not to be- but god these girls were bland. No hair-clips, no lip gloss- not even a smile. Almost all of them wore the same, a white button up blouse with black slacks, black ballet flats, and kept their hair tied back with a colorful scrunchie. Blonde, with perfectly painted nails and you would bet money they had pedicures to match. There was nothing wrong with them, but they seemed to not know how to have fun from the energy they were giving off, and how boring it must be to have no fun. You honestly almost couldn't help but to feel worried though, was there a dress code in the email that you missed?

More girls began to filter in as the next 10 minutes passed, at least some of them seemed to actually have a personality.

"Okay well imma call you back, I got some business to do- oh you know it you feel me!? Nah wit' the show, like auditioning with all these girls or sum. Yeah okay bet imma call you later anyway, bye."

3:13.

"Angus, you're late." Mary spoke up with a sigh, "I don't want any excuses from you, lets kick this into high gear shall we?"

"Who was giving excuses though like... I just be cancelling my alarm, nobody got time for waking up before 2:45 anyway."

That made you laugh a bit, and apparently louder than you expected, because the whole room, Angus included turned their heads to look at you. Mary shook her head and just looked at the list she held, and you lowered your eyes to look down at the carpeting. "Alright let's start. Girls exit the room, the auditions are one on one with just us, you, and Angus to avoid pressure and judgment."

You all stood up, heading towards the door to pile out.

"Y/N, stay."

Why'd you feel like you were about to get in trouble for laughing or some shit?

You turned around and walked to the center of the room by Angus, but you didn't look up at him. You could feel him watching you and considering you had no idea what he was thinking, you hated it.

"Well you two know what to do, start when you feel comfortable. Y/N has the first line."

You turned your body towards him and looked up, he was a lot taller than you...you felt like a little person.

Before you got too flustered, you let out a shaky breath and started. "But baby, come on you can do so much more, you can- we can travel the world or some corny shit like that, that's what you always wanted to do when we were kids. You don’t have to sell, and we can bring Ash with u-"

"Yeah well we ain't kids no more. Traveling takes money, I put all I got into stuff that's actually useful. I shoulda never gotten attached to you and shit again, damn you always do this."

"Fez..." your voice softened as you remembered this part of the script: 'Jess stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Fez's neck, pulling him down to her. Fez places his hands on her waist and...'

You did as the script said and he did as well. Feeling his hands on your bare waist you looked into his eyes- they were quite gorgeous- and continued on. "You say you want me but you don't act upon it. How am I supposed to be here if you don't open up to me-"

He let go of you and rolled his eyes, "Girl I got shit to do. So you can leave if you finna do allat."

"For fucks SAKE you're- God you're just frustrating! What do you have to do? Go sell? Go talk to Mouse and risk your goddamn life again because there's a drop of blood on money that you stole?! Its so hard to love you and you don't get that!"

"Its hard to love me? Me? Come on. How hard do you think it is to love a bitch with daddy issues that wants to watch Sailor Moon every night- I hate that shit! But I watch it for you- and you just complain about your dad not loving you and how he never coming back? Well maybe you should realize that shits true and move on from it all you do is-"

Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you immediately turned to walk away but were quickly pulled back into Angus- excuse me, Fez’s chest, your back against him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that shit."

You elbowed him in the chest- softly- causing him to groan and let go "You know you meant it. That's it Fez, I'm done." You walked away slowly ruffling your hair-

"Scene! Holyyyyyy wow that was amazing! The passion- are you guys sure you've never acted together before?"

You turned around jokingly bowing as you wiped your tears from the corners of your eyes. Angus laughed and came over to you shaking your hand. "You're good. I like yo' energy too, I hope to see you around set or sum."

You swallowed thickly, if you got this role you could not be this nervous around him everyday.

"It's not hard when I'm acting with someone so talented." You said softly, letting go of his hand after he shook it. He smiled with a chuckle "Thank you, thank you."

There was a strange tension between you two- why? You didn't know exactly, but you knew it wasn't only on your end. You thanked everyone for their time and they said they'd keep in touch. With one last glance at Angus- who had never stopped looking at you- you gave him a gentle smile and then walked out.

You rushed to the bathroom and into a stall, letting out a breath you didn't even know you had been holding in. You thought everything over, the tension, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the look of approval Mary had on her face when you two finished. You'd surprisingly never felt more confident about a role you'd tried out for, and due to that you couldn't seem to stop smiling.

[hqkennedy-blog]

*  breathes  ..  i  wish  me  and  introductions  could  be  the  best  of  friends  but  ,  it  seems  like  they  hate  my  guts  and  in  return  i  hate  theirs  asdfj  .  hi  hello  you  pretty  people  ,  im  gi  and  well  ??  i’ve  had  my  eye  on  this  group  for  a  minute  ..  so  my  excitement  level  ?  through  the  roof  .   kennedy  is  a  revamped  ?   ish  ??  muse  who  i  cannot  wait  to  dig  deeper  into  and  develop  .  on  that  note  ?  if  you  want  to  know  a  little  more  about  her  ,  just  keep  on  swimming  ,,,  i  mean  reading  .  and  afterwards  i  demand  you  love  her  and  plot  with  me  ( pretty  please  )  

ʻ   /   let  me  introduce  you  to  a  prized  member  of  our   co-ed  dance  team   ,   kennedy   leavitt .  this   cis  female  scorpio   has  been  a  student  at  our  institution for   six  years  and  is  currently  a  twenty  year  old   sophomore .   through  the  halls ,   she  has  always  reminded  me  of   madison  beer   ,   but  there  is  always  more  than  meets  the  eye ,   like  the  fact  that  she  covered  for  her  best  friend  by  announcing  to  the  cops  that  the  drugs  they  found  in  their  car  did  not  belong  to  them  but  to  her  instead            knowing  her  father  would  be  able  to  make  any  and  all  consequences  disappear  which  he  did  but  followed  by  him  forbidding  her  from  seeing  them  anymore  .  coral  cape  has  made  their  future  just  as  bright  as  their  smile ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ    

   *   p  r  o  s  o  p  o  g  r  a  p  h  y  

trigger  warning  !!!  mention  of  cancer  !!  

stranded  at  the  age  of   six  ,  a  stuffed  elephant  in  hand  and  confusion  lingering  on  skin  .  small  glimpses  of  a  angelic  features  to  ease  the  never  ending  tears  that  swam  in  honeyed  hues  .  too  young  to  understand  the  concept  that  she  had  not  been  stranded  due  to  lack  of  love  nor  a  lack  of  want  but  because  of  the  inability  to  care  for  the  small  child  .  a  clock  that  was  running  out  ,  and  a  vengeful  cancer  that  did  not  care  for  the  butterfly  kisses  or  midnight  snacks  as  they  watched  the  stars  .  a  child  needing  their  mother  meant  nothing  to  such  a  disease  .  

was  put  ,  or  more  so  forced  ,  in  the  care  of  her  father  .  the  man  who  looked  down  at  her  with  guilt  dancing  in  his  hues  and  cold  features  that  made  her  want  to  flinch  .  the  reality  was  ,  olly  leavitt  originally  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  life  he  helped  create  .  fell  into  the  cliche  category  of  the  rich  man  sleeping  with  his  twenty  something  assistant            getting  her  pregnant  only  to  try  to  pay  her  to  get  rid  out  of  the  fetus  and  when  that  failed  ?  he  paid  her  to  never  spill  that  it  was  his  .   and   louise  did  ,   she  raised  the  ebullient  baby  for  six  years  until  she  realized  six  years  was  all  she  would  be  able  to  spend  with  her  .  and  then  she  fell  at  the  feet  of   a  selfish  man  she  once  loved  and  begged  him  to  take  their  baby  under  his  care  ,  to  give  her  everything  she  could  not  do  . 

a  public  figure  ,  drenched  in  sovereignty  and  affluence  .   was  in  no  position  to  deny  a  child  of  his  ,  especially  when  that  child  had  a  dead  mother  .  used  it  and  kenny  in  his  advantage  ,  concealing  his  own  guilt  and  projecting  disgust  .  magazine  covers  and  interviews  about  the  tragic  sob  story  ,   kissed  her  cheek  in  front  of  the  cameras  and  spoke  with  such  empathy  when  ears  were  tuned  in  ...  but  in  private  ?  created  distance  and  threw  money  at  her  as  though  there  was  a  number  he  could  hit  to  fill  the  void  she  had  .    

has  ‘  it  all  ‘  ,  so  outsiders  say  .  bat  their  eyes  and  make  comments  about  how  she’s  destined  to  do  great  things  .  lives  in  that  beautiful  and  just  so  expensive  house  ,   and  she  drives  the  2020  lamborghini  ,   and  have  you  seen  her  feed  ?  captivating  smiles  as  she  poses  with  her  best  friends  ,  and  i  heard  she  just  took  a  family  vacation  to   monaco   .    got  that  dress  made  personally  for  her  by  versace  ,  and  doesn’t  she  got  to  that  prestigious  school  ?   the  privilege  of  being  privilege  ,   she  should  shut  up  and  just  be  happy  she  is  where  she  is  .   broken  hearts  heal  ...  and  if  it  doesn’t  ?  eventually  that  cold  feeling  becomes  a  friend  .  

*  r  u  m  i  n  a  t  i  o  n  

laughter  falls  from  her  mouth  like  its  her  own  language  .  ebullience  ,  the  chatter  bug  that  has  the  ability  to   ramble  until  she’s  threatened  (  by  an  older  brother  of  course  )  .  affectionate  ,  has  digits  that  are  constantly  reaching  for  another  hand  to  hold  .  a  habit  of  letting  fingertips  dance  across  bare  skin  ,  or  a  head  that  constantly  needs  a  shoulder  to  lean  on  .  warmth  ,  makes  her  feel  not  so  lonely  .   is  in  her  head  too  much  ,  the  type  of  girl  that  stares  at  the  night  sky  and  wonders  why  the  stars  make  her  feel  so  small  .   inherited  her  fathers  impulsive  ways  and  her  mother’s  trait  to  love  even  when  it  hurts  .  triggers  that  silence  in  her  that  desperately  holds  on  to  people  to  make  her  feel  something  ,  and  when  that’s  not  enough  her  careless  and  adrenaline  seeking  nature  kicks  in  to  cause  chaos              make  her  feel  alive  .   fears  people  leaving  her  just  like  she  see’s  her  father  in  every  flaw  she  has  .  toxic  in  the  way  she  has  the  urge  to  pull  back  every  time  she  gets  too  close  .  uses  gregariousness  to  hide  her  greatest  heart  ache  of  feeling  disposable  .  selfish  in  wanting  to  leave  a  mark  on  everyone  .  dramatic  like  she  should  of  dropped  out  of  college  and  ran  to  broadway  instead  .   loyal  like  she’s  trying  to  make  up  for  every  betrayal  you  have  ever  had  ..  emotional  enough  to  crawl  into  your  lap  (  intoxicated  )  and  cry  about  all  of  her  worries  .  silly  to  the  point  you  can’t  help  but  laugh  before  letting  ,  ‘  what’s  wrong  with  you  ‘  fall  from  your  lips  .   so  captivating  you  want  to  drown  in  her  no  matter  the  consequences  that  follow  .

*  h  e  a  d  c  a  n  o  n  s  -  i  s  h  

has  a  obsession  with  nails  ,  long  acrylic’s  so  pretty  you  could  cry  .  

always  has  her  toes  painted  ,  her  go  to  color  being  white              swears  it  makes  her  feel  more  elegant  . 

did  cheer leading  and  only  settled  on  dance  because  it  felt  most  familiar  to  her  though  she  did  play  soccer  for  three  years  . 

could  eat  waffle  fries  for  the  rest  of  her  life  and  never  complain  .  

has  three  cars  ,  and  a  bit  of  a  obsession  with  them  in  general  .  

eats  pineapple  like  it’s  her  life  support  . 

is  musically  talented  ,  not  just  vocally  but  plays  the  piano  too  .  her  mother  taught  her  . 

has  three  half  siblings  ,  and  she  would  take  a  bullet  for  any  of  them . 

is  close  to  her  step  mom  ,  and  without  her ?  would  of  tried  to  get  removed  from  her  fathers  custody  the  minute  she  was  old  enough  to  do  so  .

has  a  aunt  on  her  mother  side  that  lives  close  by  ,  she  often  spends  time  at  her  place  ..  

*  w  a  n  t  e  d    c  o  n  n  e  c  t  i  o  n  s 

ex  best  friend  ,  the  person  who  her  secret  is  related  to  .  i  assumed  she  would  have  just  cut  them  off  instead  of  telling  them  what’s  really  going  on  ,  but  of  course  we  can  work  that  all  out  .

current  best  friend  ,  the  cristina  to  her  meredith  .  one  of  the  few  who  really  knows  kenny  .  platonic  soulmates  . 

partner  in  crime  ,  they  enable  one  another  ..  there’s  no  way  around  it  but  despite  their  bad  habits  they  have  a  solid  friendship  .  if  one  of  them  needed  bail  money  the  other  would  be  there  (  sometimes  right  beside  them  )

the  friend  group  ,  who  doesn’t  love  a  little  squad  goal  moment  .  they’re  just  cute  and  close  friends  who  are  always  with  each  other . 

childhood  /  family  friend  .

tutor(s)  . 

first  love  . 

on  and  off  friendship  .

toxic  relationship  . 

teammates  . 

friends  with  benefits  (  who  sweaaaar  they  dont  have  feelings  for  each  other  )

ex  friends  with  benefits  . 

close  friends  .

friends  who  are  drifting  apart  .

will  they  wont  they .

unlikely  friends  .

confidant  . 

people  who  she  doesnt  like  and  people  who  dont  like  her .

anything  forbidden  (  friendship  or  relationship  )

honestly  ??  anything  and  everything  please  . 

[szopenhauer]

Is it easy to find a job in your preferred field in your hometown?           preferred field *chuckle*

Ladies: Would you ever consider proposing? If not, why not? Gentlemen: How would you feel, if you were proposed to?     yes, I have an idea

Have you ever played the original Mass Effect trilogy?           I haven’t

If so, which Shepard and who do you like romancing the best? -             

Let’s say there’s a person in need. They need money which they can’t make. Would you be more likely to help them out, if a celebrity asked you to?       celebs should help them, not me, I need help myself!

When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Or do you always try out something new? usually

Would you rather live next to a kindergarten or an old folks’ home?       old folks’ home for sure

What is the best part of your most ordinary day?   sleeping :x

Do you enjoy being on your own or are you happier when there’s a crowd around you?           I’m a loner/introvert

Do you ever look up what foreign idioms mean?     yep

What’s the strangest saying you’ve come across? I don’t recall atm

What’s a First World problem that you have?         hmm...

Have you ever made a parody version of a popular song?     me and my sister were doing puppet shows for our parents, mostly her ideas as she was forcing me to perform those until I got sick of that

Which game did you play the most as a kid during recess? nie bawiłam się w większość gier przez brak zdrowia, ale lubiłam plac z huśtawkami czy drabinkami, albo udawać rodzinę/dom i te fajne białe “krateczki” z kolorowymi “guziczkami” co jak się je wpinało w dziurki to układało się z nich obrazki (nie pamiętam nazwy)

Is there a pattern on the pants you’re currently wearing? Which one? there isn’t

Does your mother annoy you when the holidays come along in the year? my mom annoys me all the time lol Do people ever ask you to do things they’re too short to accomplish? I’m too short but I manage and still some ppl sometimes ask me for help anyway Do you check the texture of things first or the smell of them? used to smell them but now just texture Have you ever broken the arm or head off of a figurine? How did you do this? I’m no Chunk :P

Do you believe in superstitious things such as breaking a mirror? I wouldn’t do that on purpose but I don’t believe in most of the superstitions, luckily there are some things you can do to avoid bad luck like throw salt over your shoulder or knock on non painted wooden thingy etc. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bi polar all the time? I’m sick of ppl who use mental and physical illnesses as excuses when they don’t have them - single headache ain’t a migraine nor being an ass makes you a border, shut up! Ever have an ultra-sound performed on you?  more than once Do you like those ‘end of the world,’ ‘Armageddon’ movies? some are good, some not Ever been choked severely on something? just a feather Has anyone ever compared you to an animal? Which one(s)? several like monkey, raccoon or cat Ever been in one of those church Christmas plays before? Why/why not? I didn’t participate but I watched/looked at them when I was younger Have you ever thrown a roll of toilet paper at someone before? ... why? Have you ever found yourself talking to an inanimate object? at times I talk to my computer (because I hate it so we argue), kettle and fridge, also my stuffed animals of course Something on the human body that grosses you out the most: penis Ever think of what it would be like to be a mermaid or merman? I thought and I wouldn’t like it besides maybe finding some cool stuff that drown  What is something that bothers you about most surveys in general? creators lack imagination, they ask the same stuff over and over again, it’s boring What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? red Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? noooo Do you like drawing smiley faces or do you think they’re overrated? rarely and I’m ashamed of that tbh Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? hell no but I’m not that bad at it Do you hardly ever remember where you put things at? I have good memory when it comes to that most of the time - not counting my green scissors grrrr Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? Archelan - Christmas themed and fuzzy  Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? not as often as I’d like to? Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at nighttime? raped, killed or robbed more likely Do you like showers or baths better? Why did you choose your choice? baths as I like to sit and I don’t like the glass nor have water over my head  Are you a controversial person? Do your views oppose others? it seems Have you ever thrown a surprise party for someone? Who for? nah, I dislike surprises and there weren’t opportunities/possibilities to do that Do you tap fingernails on desks? hardly ever Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? vocalist (who can play instruments) but I have no talent but don’t worry, it was a childish dream that fade away when I found out more about live of a band member Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? nope, we don’t talk, just say HI if anything  Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? yep Do you ever had to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? camp When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? we’ll see, covid situation isn’t helpful and I can’t focus on books lately Do you treat others as you’d like to be treated? Have you always? I treat them how they treat me (not authority figures/dangerous ppl tho) Were you a really mean kid or a sweet and quiet kid? sweet and quiet Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? I don’t like to but I still end up arguing, sigh... How do you make sure people know you don’t like them at all? avoid them, block them, ignore them fight with them when they don’t stay away (not physically yet)

How much was the cell phone you have at this moment in time? about 200 PLN  What would you do if you woke up randomly with purple hair? cool but wonder how that happened What color is the closest desk to your body? What all is on it? ugly light brown with shitload of stuff The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? gonna have it soon so don’t remind me Ever have a dream you’re being abducted by aliens? Was it scary? aliens tried to abduct me in dreams but didn’t succeed ha!  What would you say is the color of your favorite bra? white Do you like people who are loud or people who are quiet? not too tiring but not completely silent either Does personality weigh out the sense of ‘good looks?’ look is important but not as much as personality for sure, it’s like 1:9 I think Do you hate it when people copy the things you do? could say so Has anyone ever told you that you’re good at cooking? r u kidding?... Do you have any enemies who you think are dangerous? anyone can be Do you ever try to squeeze information out of people? Konrad once told me I’m like a private detective about it because I’m so sneaky they don’t realize until it’s too late but I sadly forget infos quickly due to stress last months so it’s not as useful as it sounds Does it freak you out when the police drive/walk by? somehow Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? I don’t drive Is anyone in your family a firefighter? Who is it anyway? I had a friend who was a firefighter

Have you ever woken up to a good morning letter beside you? left in the kitchen but informative like - I went there or feed the dog etc. Would you ever get your nails done? I can do them myself if I ever want to

Are you afraid of worms? maggots Do you wear rings on your thumb? why not How many shirts of yours are red? less than 5 Does the color red look good on you? my first therapist told me I should wear it to be more brave but it causes anger in me so I prefer not to Do you pray before every meal? Sunday lunch with parents Have you ever been caught cheating on a test? not caught but been cheating in high school How many white tank tops do you own? 0? Do loud people bother you? omg YES Does your head itch? not currently but frequently Do you know anyone named John? my ex friend had a nickname like this Have you ever tried the cinnamon challenge? I’m not stupid Are you a fast runner? like Gimli Did you ever want a pet rabbit? no way

Do you ever want to own a house? apartment more likely How do you feel about men? blergh Do you know any police officers? my neighbor was a police officer Have you ever signed a petition? lots Have you ever aspired to start your own business? I wish Who is the oldest person living in the same building as you? mom The youngest? me Would you rather pay with cash or card? cash, cards make me nervous Have you ever used a pager? I have not Do you like visiting the beach? beachcombing is fun Do you like to buy things? but not spend money lmfao Have you ever been in a polygamous relationship? I didn’t know that I apparently am - jk Is there anyone you haven’t spoken to in a long time but you still think about daily? my grandma for example Would you like to be rich? not filthy, having enough money to live and not barely survive

have you ever behaved like a stalker? *crickets* can you lie and keep a straight face? poker face game strong when situation calls for it

have you ever feared for somebody else’s life? especially dad’s do you prefer honesty, even when it hurts? hard to tell if you could pick your own pet name, what would it be? picked my dog’s  have you ever masturbated while driving? wtf, don’t do that, gross how do you feel when someone takes the last of something? without asking? *cringe* how do you feel when people tell you “bless you” when you sneeze? thank you unless I sneeze many times in a row and they bless me every single time - then it’s annoying what are you supposed to say when somebody coughs? r u ok? have you ever committed a violent crime because of a video game or rap song? who said I play/listen to those? have you ever actually overheard one of your friends talking shit about you? possibly how many partners is too many? at once or in your entire life? do you believe that wearing an aluminum foil hat will stop the government from reading your thoughts? that reminds me of the RED movie XD

would you rather have a hook for a hand or a peg leg? peg leg 100% elseway I’d end up with an eye cover as well if you know what I mean bonus points for/to being a pirate tho how close does someone have to be for you to feel obligated to wait and hold the door for them? either right behind me or carry heavy/big load do you examine the tissue after you blow your nose? for example when I worry about it bleeding  what is your cure for the hiccups? wait

Do you miss Brittany Murphy’s appearance in films? awwww she was such a good actress RIP

Is Christmas stressful? to me it is but I’m stressed 24/7

Do you make your own smoothies or juices? meh

Do you think time really does heal all? NO

Are you more sensitive to heat or the cold? cold

Did you care at all when Steve Jobs died? ... he died?

Has anyone searched your room for anything recently? my mother for dirty laundry

When do you decorate for Christmas? as soon as possible

Would you be cool with wearing sweatpants to the grocery store? yes

Have you ever been pranked via a hidden camera? am glad that didn’t happen 

Do you know any of those people who are depressed during the winter? I’m depressed year round

If a job makes you unhappy, do you choose to stay or leave? if I can change it without ending up on the street then I leave

How does your being here in the universe change humanity for the better? nothing? Who is a person that you don’t like yet you spend time with? my family member[s] How is your relationship with money? we don’t see each other as often as I’d like to ;) get it?  How do you feel about growing old someday? won’t live that long

Are you wearing two shirts? too hot for that Have you ever owned the socks with toes on them? disgusting! Can you point out constellations in the night sky? I can not What was your favorite part about studying ancient Greeks and Romans? not interested What’s the last thing you bought at a mall? food, antibacterial gel and a blanket

Is there someone who you can turn to for money and not be ashamed? parents but I’ll feel crappy about it  Have you ever swam in a river? as a child Are there any dirty clothes underneathe your bed? ewww seriously?  What food do you love the smell of while it’s cooking? smells make me sick In what month do you start Christmas shopping? I seek presents whole year then store them for later Have you ever had a crush on a celebrity of the same sex? as a lesbian What kind of flowers would you plant in your garden? bushes, grass, moss and trees, wild flowers, if they want to grow, can stay  Do you believe that kids should be taught abstinence? I agree When’s the next time you’ll go to the grocery store? not in next weeks

Where’s your car keys? not applicable Did you keep any momentos of school dances? pics Do you still have clothes from your high school? and middle school  Do you think you could do better drawings than Napolean Dynamite? this question...

Do you own anything skull print? had a shirt that I gave to John ages ago Who are the three people you consider yourself closest to? parents and my gf Which ex of yours means the most to you? my partner as we’re back together Have you taken prescription medications that didn’t belong to you? oh well... How are your social skills? awkward Have you ever stayed at a hotel for longer than two months? I’m poor Do you ever go outside to look at the stars? there were some days in past summers when me and dad been going to stadium for a walk at night, that’s when and where we saw UFO  Who breaks away from the kiss first? she as she forgets to breathe  Do you know what you weigh? thx for a reminder - they’ll ask in hospital Have you ever smoked anything other than tobacco? one cigarette was all that I smoked in me life Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle? nope Do you say koala bear or simply koala? koala  Do you usually travel anywhere in the winter? I’d freeze brrr Do you wait for someone else to take the garbage out when it’s full? we take turns Are most of your friends white? it’s not America so...

Does your hair reach your boobs? not even my shoulders

What’s something that fills you with anxiety? what doesn’t?...

What age do you think is too old to still live with your parents? there’s no expiration date

Have you ever watched Bob’s Burgers? fragments

Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? I wasn’t that much of a note passer 

Do you know anyone who is afraid of horses? nah

Do you clean things that are already clean when you’re bored? tha hell?...

Would you rather live in a tropical or arctic climate? tropical

What do you do when someone overweight complains about being overweight? I say it’s important to be healthy but weight isn’t always a sign of being ill

Is there any Irish, Scottish, or Danish in your heritage? none that I know of

Do you find Asians attractive? yes and no

Have either of your parents ever been to jail? nooooo

Keep Calm and Carry On or Screw Calm and Get Angry? there’s time for one of each?

Do you think Urban Outfitters is overpriced? like every other similar store 

Are your colarbones prominent? yeah

Have you ever in your life worn overalls? I have indeed

How did you react when you heard Whitney Houston had died? sorry but I didn’t care

Do you think Helena Bonham Carter is attractive? she is

Would you rather listen to Dolly Parton or Dusty Springfield? Dolly

Are you watching The Walking Dead? I’m scared of zombies and gore 

Are you a light sleeper? became lighter

Would you consider cuddling cheating? it’s complicated

What does the purse/bag you last used look like? it’s black with red embroidery and white beads

Can you make a clover with your tongue? impossible

What’s your favorite coffee brand/flavor? I don’t drink coffee

Is your belly button pierced? no piercings!

[pickalilywrites]

Could I request a friendship story where Eren, Jean, Sasha, Mikasa, Historia and Marco are in detection and Eren and Jean are up to their shenanigans and the teacher in charge comes in to bust them?

tfw u write a fic about an odd assortment of 6 angsty teens only for it to turn into a hannes appreciation fic 

This Isn’t the Breakfast Club

104th Trainee Squad. High School AU. 

3430 words. 

Buy me a ko-fi!

Eren hardly waits for Mr. Dawk, the teacher who’s supposed to be looking after them in detention, before he turns around in his seat to smirk at the other unfortunate students who were sentenced to Saturday school with him. Although his peers look glum, Eren looks almost giddy about being in detention. It’s only apparent why when he opens his mouth and asks, “So, is this like the Breakfast Club or what?”

“Only an idiot like you would be excited about getting detention,” Jean mutters under his breath. Mr. Dawk had purposely sat the two hot-headed teens across the room from each other, but distance does little to prevent them from clashing. Jean lifts his head from his hands and tells Eren, “This isn’t a John Hughes film, Jaeger.”

“No, but it could be,” Eren says, not at all bothered by Jean. He rises from his seat, sitting on his desk instead. He grins mischievously at the others who are seated in the room – Mikasa, Marco, Historia, Sasha. “We have all the necessary players too. The jock, the brain, the princess, the weirdo, the handsome rebel,” Eren says, pointing at all of his friends and then back at himself. When he finally gets to Jean, he smirks, “…and the asshole.”

“I don’t remember that being a character in the Breakfast Club,” Jean growls. He begins to rise from his seat, but Marco interrupts them.

“We’re already in detention,” Marco mumbles. He looks nervously at the door as if he expects to see Mr. Dawk walk in at any moment. “It’d probably be best if we didn’t get into any more trouble.”

Sasha smiles at Marco, reaching over her desk to give him a pat on the shoulder. “Oh, Marco. You’re so new to this. It’s like you’re a baby,” she sighs. “Mr. Dawk usually doesn’t come into the classroom unless he thinks we’re up to no good, like if he hears an explosion or whatever. He likes staying holed up in his office where he can send emails to his wife telling her how much he loves her.”

Marco looks over at Jean and mouths, “Emails?”

“Yeah, so we can do whatever we like,” Eren says. He taps his fingers on the chair in front of him and looks eagerly at everyone. “What do you guys want to do? Confess secrets? Share hidden talents? Dance on tabletops? I don’t mind going out of order.”

“I actually liked Sixteen Candles better,” Mikasa says quietly.

“Then let’s do Sixteen Candles!” Eren says. He jumps from the desk and strolls between the aisles. He stops by Historia’s desk and taps on it. “Historia, do you have one of those flower crowns in your locker still?”

“Nope.” The petite blonde doesn’t look up at him. She’s busy painting her nails a light shade of pink. After she’s finished with a nail, she looks up briefly at him as she blows on the polish. “I gave all of mine away after everyone started copying me. It was like they all wanted to form some sort of flower crown cult. Creepy.”

“Ooh, we could do Ferris Bueller,” Sasha says, clasping her hands together. She’s already bouncing up and down in her chair as she thinks of what they could do. “We could skip detention entirely. Maybe we could even go to an amusement park!”

“Sasha, I love the way you think,” Eren says, grabbing her hands and holding them in his.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea…,” Marco says.

The other three must be used to this because they only roll their eyes as Eren and Sasha continue their fruitless plotting.

“Marco’s right,” Jean says, interrupting Eren and Sasha’s conversation. He finally gets up from his desk, strolling over to where the two plotting students are. “It’s not a great idea. Do you remember what happened last time?”

“Yeah,” Sasha says, nodding enthusiastically. “Eren and I got to reenact all the dances from High School Musical around the school. You know one of our videos got a ton of likes?”

Eren wraps an arm around Sasha’s shoulders and grins at Jean. “It was totally worth the two extra weeks of detention after we got caught.”

“You mean you guys have done this before?” Marco looks pale as a sheet at just the thought of being so rebellious. He seems to have forgotten that these people aren’t necessarily forcing him to join them.

“Let’s do Dirty Dancing next!” Sasha says excitedly. She looks over at Mikasa from across the room. “Mikasa, come and catch me!” She hardly even waits for Mikasa to turn around before running towards the other girl, leaping confidently towards her. To no one’s surprise, Mikasa catches her easily in her arms, lifting Sasha as easily as Patrick Swayze lifted Jennifer Grey during the final scene of the movie.

“Really?” Historia huffs under her breath. She looks up grumpily at Sasha who had nearly knocked a bottle of polish off the blonde girl’s desk when she had taken that leap.

“Eren, did you get that?” Sasha asks. She turns to Mikasa and gives her a big kiss on her forehead. “That was wonderful!”

“Yup! It was great!” Eren says, giving her a thumbs up. To Jean, he whispers, “I didn’t get any of that.”

“Okay,” Sasha says. As Mikasa lowers the brunette down, holding her friend like a bride, Sasha looks over at Eren with a goofy grin on her face and asks, “What’s next?”

“Hack into emails?” Historia suggests, looking up. It’s surprising that she’s proposing anything – she usually just tags along – but she must be bored of watching her nails dry. “Maybe Mr. Ackerman has something interesting in his inbox today.”

“Doubtful,” Mikasa says, rolling her eyes. When the literature teacher had begun teaching at the high school, many had been guessing his relation – if he had any at all – to Mikasa. She quickly informed her schoolmates that he was a distant cousin of hers and that she didn’t care for him at all. “That guy’s so boring. In his spare time, he finds a new way to rearrange his bookshelf – color, author, title, Dewey decimal. Unsurprisingly, his favorite’s the Dewey decimal.” The corner of her lip twitches upward when she sees the confusion on her friends’ faces. “I know.”

“So, breaking into emails is out,” Eren says. He’s at the whiteboard at the front of the room, testing out markers by drawing colorful swirls on the white surface. He decides on a purple marker and looks back at his friends. “What else have you guys got?”

“We could change our grades on that last history exam,” Jean mumbles. He frowns as he remembers the abysmally low score that was emblazoned in red at the top of his test. “That grading was ridiculous.”

Marco’s head in his hands. Despite not really being a part of their schemes, he looks horribly conflicted. “Why does it always have to be something illegal? Why can’t we just play cards or something?” He says it quietly under his breath, but Eren still manages to hear him.

“Ah, it’s just that it’s more fun this way. We tried playing poker once, but Jean got mad and flipped a desk over. We’re not allowed to have cards in here anymore,” Eren tells Marco. He puts a hand up just as Jean is about to argue with him. “And we’ve talked about this. Everyone else has agreed that no one cheated. You’re just a sore loser, Kirstein.”

Jean doesn’t look as if he agrees, but he doesn’t say anything. He just slams his fist on the table and then sucks in the side of his cheek to keep from whining about the pain.

“And besides,” Historia adds, “we tried the whole ‘bonding’ thing. It turns out that it’s not like the Breakfast Club at all. We’re not troubled teens. We’re all just assholes.”

“Most of us are anyway,” Sasha says, but it’s unclear whether she’s referring to herself or someone else. She scoots her seat over to Marco and pats him reassuringly on the shoulder. “It’s alright, Marco. You don’t have to be a part of our shenanigans unless you want to. Although, Dawk might just punish you if the rest of us get caught. Everyone talks about how harsh Shadis is, but Dawk has a sadistic streak somewhere inside of him.”

“Let’s switch all the teacher’s stuff. I bet Levi’ll freak when he sees Zoe’s little knick-knacks cluttering up his desk,” Mikasa says. She looks almost gleeful, and there’s a mischievous glimmer in her eye. “And if we manage to sneak one of her rodents into his desk, I bet he’d lose it.”

“Or – or!” Sasha says. She raises her voice so suddenly that Eren stops in the middle of writing down Mikasa’s proposal to turn around and look at her. She’s so excited that she’s practically jumping out of her seat, walking up to the board so she can propose her plan to Eren. “Or we can raid the cafeteria!”

Jean furrows his brow. “Again?”

“Yeah,” Historia says with a similar expression on her face. “Didn’t we just do that like two detentions ago?”

“You guys have stolen from the cafeteria before?” Marco says in a horrified whisper, but they all ignore him.

“Wait a second,” Eren says, holding out a hand. “Let her finish.”

“They have chocolate pudding this week!” Sasha says, bouncing up and down.

“Jackpot!” Eren holds his hand up for a high-five with Sasha, who gladly reciprocates.

Marco looks around, waiting for one of the others to express their disapproval of the plan, but everyone else looks as if they’re on board. Mikasa is nodding, Jean is smiling, and even Historia looks a little excited.

“Alright, everyone in?” Eren walks in front of the teacher’s desk and puts his hand out. Everyone else follows suit, rising from their seats and placing their hands on his. The group is almost complete save for one person. Eren looks up expectantly at Marco. “Are you in, Bodt? No pressure.”

He should feel relieved that he doesn’t have to be a part of this, and he truly doesn’t feel any pressure to join them. He can just sit at his desk like he was ordered to, but then he’d have to undergo a brutal interrogation if Dawk happened to come back and found that the rest of the students under his care had disappeared. He might as well just do this.

“Alright,” Marco says with a sigh. He places his hand on top of all of theirs. “I’m in.”

“Awesome!” Eren grins. He’s about to turn around and lead them to their treasure – in this case, school-grade chocolate pudding (which is probably the best food that the school has to offer when it comes to school lunches) – when the door opens.

Crap, Marco thinks. Caught already. It’s a little bit of a relief for them to be caught now instead of during their thievery. Maybe they can come up with a reason they were all huddled together – playing Uno, comparing hand sizes, or some cult ritual – but Marco’s sure that Dawk would only think they were making excuses. He looks up expecting to see their teacher fuming at the doorway, but he’s surprised to see Mr. Hannes, the custodian. He’s never really had a personal encounter with the man before. He’s only seen the man scrubbing the halls after school or wiping down cafeteria tables as lunch is ending. He has no idea if Hannes is short-tempered or slow to anger, but he’s thinking it might be the latter from the ecstatic smiles that his peers are giving the custodian.

“Hannes!” Eren says. He must be familiar with the custodian because he holds his arms out wide, wrapping the blond man up in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, just checking in to see what kind of trouble you rascals are getting up to,” Hannes says. He gives Mikasa a one-armed hug and greets the others with a wave. He looks over at the board where Eren has written up the plan for this week’s detention, guffawing when he sees the cafeteria heist that is circled in red. “Raiding the cafeteria again? Didn’t you all get caught the last time you did that?”

“Yes, and it was totally worth it,” Sasha grins. She licks her lips as she recalls the scrumptious food they had stolen last time. “Coffee cake? It’s even better when it’s stolen on a Saturday morning.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say it was worth it,” Historia says amusedly. “They did ban coffee cake from our school until we graduate.”

Hannes lets out a low whistle. “That’s rough,” he says with a lopsided grin. He sticks his hands in his pockets. “Hopefully this makes it better, though.” Marco’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees all the chocolate pudding cups that Hannes pulls out of his coat pockets.

“Hannes!” Sasha’s eyes are as big as saucers as she stares at the desserts set in front of her. There are eight laid out – one for everyone and three for Sasha. “How did you manage to get these?”

“Ah, just talked to Agnes and convinced her to sell me a couple for some hungry kids in detention,” Hannes says with a shrug. He pats Sasha’s head when she gives him an excited bear hug. “I thought it would be easier than you guys stealing it.”

“You’re too thoughtful, Hannes,” Mikasa says with a smile, leaning against a desk. “What did any of us ever do to deserve you at this school?”

“If I didn’t have any of you kids to clean up after, I wouldn’t have a job, would I?” Hannes laughs. He looks over at Marco and gives the freckled boy a friendly nod. “Haven’t seen this guy around here before though.”

“He’s new to detention. Marco Bodt, probably the second biggest nerd in this school behind Armin,” Jean says, throwing an arm around Marco. He gives Marco a crooked grin. “Maybe we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other later, huh?”

Marco freezes underneath his classmate’s arm. Sure, these people are nice. He’s had a few group projects with them, and they always manage to pull their own weight, but Marco’s not sure he wants to bond with them every Saturday morning in detention. Sure, the Breakfast Club is a great movie, but he’s not sure he’d feel the same way about it if he had to relive it every week.

“Nah, leave the poor kid alone,” Hannes laughs. He sits down on the teacher’s desk, gesturing for Marco to sit beside him. “These kids, Marco,” Hannes says with a sigh as Marco reluctantly joins him. He gestures at the four students that stand in front of them. “They’re good kids, Marco. Don’t be afraid of them. But don’t waste your Saturdays here when you could be doing something else.”

“Aw, are you disappointed in us, Hannes?” Eren jokes.

“Nah, I kind of like seeing you kids in here.” Hannes ruffles Eren’s head and the boy gives him a grin. “I just think your folks would be pretty disappointed about you kids sitting here withering away when you could be outside studying or just having fun. You think your parents like having you in here?”

Marco’s surprised to see his peers hanging their heads. Even when Mr. Dawk had lectured all of them an hour ago, none of them had seemed the slightest bit ashamed. They had all either looked out the window or stared straight past Mr. Dawk. Even Marco hadn’t felt very bad, only annoyed about being stuck in a room and lumped together with the regular troublemakers. Now listening to Mr. Hannes’ words and being reminded of his own family and his mother’s disappointed expression when he had told her he would be spending time at school on Saturday morning. He hates seeing that look on her face.

“Well, my parents don’t give a shit,” Historia says with a toss of her golden hair. She looks a little smug about being guilt-free, smirking over at her friends who are clearly rethinking their life choices.

Hannes looks over at the girl and raises his eyebrow. “And Frieda?”

Historia blinks in surprise, her mouth opening slightly at the mention of her older sister. She’s about to reply, perhaps say something smart to show that she doesn’t care about her sibling’s opinion, but her bottom lip quivers. In the end, she closes her mouth and casts her eyes downward along with the rest of her friends.

“You’re all good kids,” Hannes says softly. He pushes himself off the desk and stands in front of them, arms outstretched. Mikasa and Eren are the first to go to him, allowing him to envelop them all in a group hug. The others join them as well – Jean, Historia, Sasha – and even Marco finds himself wrapped up in it as well. “You all just have to do better.”

“Well, I don’t know if we can, but we can definitely try,” Eren laughs.

“Then I’ll take that.” Hannes gives them an extra squeeze before letting go. He takes a glance at the clock on the wall and sighs. “Well, I should get going. I still have a few classrooms to vacuum and clean up. Don’t make too much trouble for Dawk, alright?”

“Yes, sir!” they tell him, sending him off with a cheeky salute and a wave. They watch as he disappears down the end of the hall into a classroom before settling down back at the front of the room.

“Is he…real?” Marco can’t help staring at the place where Hannes had once stood with them. He had always known that the custodian was a part of the school, but he had never had a personal experience with the man until now. How had this angel managed to find the time to help the lost souls that have been abandoned in high school hell?

“This school’s totally undeserving of him,” Mikasa says, saying aloud when Marco had just been thinking.

“…Maybe we should do something nice for him.” Sasha has already started on a pudding cup. It only takes her two spoonfuls to be halfway done with it. She licks a smidge of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “Get him a nice cake or something.”

“Make reservations for him and his wife at a nice restaurant,” Jean says. He points at Sasha, who nods enthusiastically, putting down her pudding to take out her phone and scroll through Yelp for a nice Italian place for Hannes and his wife.

Marco cautiously moves closer to the group, the first time he’s actively tried to join the group after Hannes had come in and talked to them. “That sounds…a lot less illegal than everything else you guys have suggested,” he begins.

“It’s not like we were planning on murdering someone,” Eren says.

“But how are we going to pay for all of this?” Marco asks.

A credit card appears in front of them, held out by Historia Reiss. The others look at her in surprise, but she only shrugs. “I told you. My parents are shitty, so they think the only way to get me to like them is to spoil me rotten. I might as well just use all the money they give me for something nice, right?”

“What a generous queen you are,” Mikasa smirks. Her smile grows when she sees Historia roll her eyes.

“This is great,” Eren sighs. He stands up, hands on his hips, and beams at his friends. “We made a new friend, bonded, and did a good deed for a good person. This is like –“

“This is not like the Breakfast Bunch,” Jean says before Eren can finish.

“You’re right,” Eren says. “Because we are better than the Breakfast Bunch. We’re like…the…”

“Lunch Bunch,” Sasha chirps before returning to her phone conversation securing a reservation for Hannes.

“The Dinner Crew?” Jean says, wrinkling his nose.

“The Six Assholes?” Mikasa says. She arches an eyebrow at Marco, who can only shrug helplessly. It seems he’s a part of this now.

“I love it,” Eren says, shooting finger guns at Mikasa. He gathers them all in a group hug and says proudly, “This is the first and last meeting of the Six Assholes in Saturday school detention!” And if Niles Dawk hadn’t opened the door right at that moment, it might have been.  

[luboytn]

rami’s thoughts about you

a/n: wow. hi there, yall! if you have any ideas of story that I should write about-jus tell me bout it! I’m writing about rami n all characters he played. hope u will like my work! thx tysm

pairing: Rami Malek x reader

summary: you work at the café. rami is having crush on u and after a long time he finally decided to ask u about your number.

warnings: -

word count: 1500+

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I watch her long, tanned legs as she heads towards me. Y/N is wearing a white dress today with various colorful flowers; it reaches almost to her knees. She has ordinary white converss on his feet, which are already slightly damaged and dirty. Her hair is once again associated in a ponytail, which is decorated with a sweet, small bow. At the waist, a black apron with a logo of the apartment is tied.

   I'm asking myself; How does this girl withstand this weather in this outfit? How aren’t her legs freezing when the north wind blows outside the window, which is like a breath of arctic cold, and every other day it is raining?

   I look out the window for a moment. I see many people outside, half of whom are already wearing large, down jackets, prepared for the winter and frosts. What's wrong with this girl?

   I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table top. It's so annoying to have someone absorbing your thoughts. It distracts you from everything, because it is so unattainable, and at the same time literally, at your fingertips.

    - Good morning. - I hear her velvety, sweet like candy, voice, so I look at her. In addition to small freckles, today her face is also decorated with a wide, snow-white smile, which sends in my direction when our eyes meet. My gaze goes down to the notebook, which she holds in her hands; I stop my eyes for a moment, focusing it on her long nails. Each of them is painted in a different color, which seems to me quite an interesting solution.

   I do not know how long I watch them, but when I hear the girl grunt, I go back to the living and raise my head, looking her in the eye now.

    - Welcome to "Lucky Strike" - she says again - Can I accept your order now? - she asks, and I am correcting myself in my chair.

   I grab a card of dishes in my hands, although I know well that I am going to order what is usual. I am reading letters on paper again, and then I say:

    - Classic Italian espresso. - I smile at her, what she reciprocates, and then sketch something on the notebook sheet.

    - Anything else? - she asks without looking up, and I shake my head denying. - I'll give it in a second. - she says.

   Y/N turns around, hiding a small notebook into the only pocket of her uniform, and then goes away. I suspend my eyes on her perfect hips, but it only lasts a moment.

   I watch her enter the counter. She pushes under the cup shelf one of the crates that lie on the floor and then climbs onto it. She is too small to even now calmly reach for the desired dish. A pretty, charming sight, standing on tiptoe like a ballerina and trying to take off one of the cups. When she succeeds in a moment, involuntarily a creepy smile sneaks into my face, because I can see that it is the one with blue flowers.

   I wonder why she is still giving me coffee in it. I mean, in this specific cup. Literally all the other espresso cups are completely white, and the one that stands out is the one that goes to me every next time.

   Did she bring her it here? It is quite distinct, because it is the only one that is different. Maybe it's a kind of message? Is Y/N trying to tell me something? Oh, what am I saying. What would she want to show through a stupid vessel? That she likes blue flowers? Absurd.

   I shake my head, fleeing my thoughts back to the brunette. I watch her turning on the coffee machine, doing two neat turns. It looks like she really loved this job because you can always see a smile on her face. She comes here every day joyful. She does pirouettes from time to time, for no reason, and laughs at herself, like a small child. It is such a delightful sight that you would like to come here just to see it. It is the best attraction that I have seen in my life.

   I do not even know when, and I start to grin with myself and I have to look a bit strange, but I'm not really caring about it at the moment. I have such a sweet view in front of my eyes, I cant help how my body reacts.

   I feel my heart beat faster when the brunette finishes making coffee and walks with the t towards me. She looks like a kind who intends to show off her drawings.

   She leans over the table at which I sit. She puts a cup in front of me, saying kindly to "enjoy your coffee”. Then I pay attention again to her hands, and more precisely to the fingers that run gracefully through pure porcelain, when, after a really short moment, they disappear from my vision, I raise my head.

   Unchecked, I get up on my feet, almost pouring freshly ordered coffee. I make a bit of noise, so the couple from the neighboring table looks at me, but after a few second they return around.

- Can I still order something else? - I ask, one hand raising slightly upwards, as if I was a student in a school bench. Penny turns to me, then with a smile, returns to me and stands at the table, leaning on it.

    - Of course. How can I help you? - after asking questions, she reaches for a notebook and a pen, waiting for my next order. I begin to feel a slight anxiety and stress and suddenly, immensely strong, I am tempted to drink.

    - Could I get your number? - I say before I even manage to mentally prepare for possible rejection. My eyes widen because I'm shocked that I've gotten the courage to ask her about it.

   There is a somewhat awkward silence between us that echoes in my ears. Believe me, even when you hear no sound, this kind of silence can be deadly loud.

   - My number? - Asks brunette, frowning, and I feel my face paler. I want to break the window next to us and run outside; run and run ahead, so no one would know where I am.

   I'm starting to rebuke myself for my stupidity. Why did not I think she could have a boyfriend? She is so beautiful, kind and young, who would not like it for their self? Who would not want it to be their property? She may even be engaged or, worse, she has already got married; she has a child or even a bunch of them.

   My hands are prone to itch because I really want to smash something. I'm mad at myself. Why didnt I thought about that I may be not her type? She probably already noticed that I come here five times a week, at the same time, and order the same coffee; and when I do, I start to observe her. I don’t exclude the possibility that at this stage she considers me a murderer or a pervert. If I was her - would have thought about myself that way. What normal guy, approaching up to fourty, looks at the same woman, in addition younger, for a year, grinning like an idiot, while drinking coffee?

   - I think it would be better if you were to give me yours. - I hear Y/N’s voice, which pulls me out of the momentary state of reflection. I am slightly confused and try to understand her way of thinking. I raise one eyebrow, remaining quiet.

   Does she not want to hurt me by giving me the wrong number, but she still has no heart to reject me?

   - I do not have a phone, I'll call you from the booth. - she explains, probably seeing my embarrassment.

   - Oh - I say - Yes, sure. Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down for you - Im trying to sound natural, although I have a panic attack inside.

   The girl pulls a piece of paper from her notebook and hands it to me with the pen. I enter my phone number on the card, trying to preserve the cute character of the letter. When I finish, i give it to the brunette, she puts it in her pocket, after folding it in half.

    - What happened to your cell phone? - I ask, hoping that I do not violate her privacy or I do not enter delicate topics. Who knows if her phone has not been stolen recently, along with other valuable things? Or maybe she has no money to buy it?

    - I just dont have it. - she answers briefly, seems slightly embarrassed. She has her head down and the pen in her fingers. Oh, if you could see her now; how sweet she is. I bet I assigned her this epithet at least fifty times today. However, it fits perfectly with her, she could be a definition of this word.

   At this point, it does not even seem strange to me that she does not have a cell phone. Well, I admit that in the twenty-first century, it's harder to find someone without a phone than with it. Especially when it's a person, more or less, my age, and Y/N seems even younger.

   Then I start to wonder how old she actually is? She looks like she is twenty-one, plus I've seen her drinking alcohol more than once, so she can’t be younger, right? I would not call her older than me, I'm sure. Therefore, I estimate that she may be about twenty-two years old. However, her low height and the clothes she used to wear make me puzzled, because if I look only at it, I would call her a teenager, maybe even a preschooler.

    - I'll call you before I start work. I hope you are not asleep before eight. - she says with a smile that I reciprocate.

    - No, I'm not sleeping. Relax, you have nothing to worry about. - I'm lying, because I usually get up at ten o'clock, but I would pick up my phone even if she was going to call in the middle of the night.

    - That's good. - she smiles, hiding the card with my number in the pocket of her uniform. - I need to get back to work - she says, in a sweet voice, then moves away from the coffers in a lively step.

- I’m Rami, by the way - I'm screaming after her before she can get far away from where she would not hear me anymore. She only turns her head, and from her mouth movement I can read - "I know."

It does not take much to wonder how she knows my name. In fact, I immediately reject the idea of ​​divorcing myself.

   I sit back in my seat and let it out of my lungs. I'm still watching Y/N, until she finally disappears from the field of my vision as she enters through the dark door to the back.

I want to jump around the whole café; just shout and run around the tables, ignoring the others. I cover my mouth with a hand when a stupid, pride smile sneaks into it. With the fingers of the other hand I hit the table top, because my body is not able to behave calmly now.

Joy, excitement permeate all of me and I have the impression that any moment i will explode from the excess of intensity of these emotions.

I punish myself in my thoughts for procrastination with Y/N’s approach. She is so nice. Who knows, maybe if I started talking to her faster, we would be in a relationship that would bring us closer till we’d become a boyfriend and girlfriend; or at least friends with benefits.

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Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Much love!!💓❤💞💕

Calming Nerves

Harry was at another gig. He was currently rehearsing while his best friend Y/N was sitting on the seats that were all the way in the back of the arena.

“How do I sound, love?” Harry asked as he spoke through his microphone.

“Pleasant I guess!” Y/N teases as Harry’s smile falls.

“You liar. I think I sound good if I do say so myself.” Harry laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes at his narcissism.

“You wish, Styles!” Y/N smiles as Harry walks off the stage and walks towards Y/N.

“Come, I want to show you the outfit that I’m going to wear today for the show.”

“Is it flashy?”

“What d’ya mean, love?”

“Like sparkly, or you know-”

“Of course it’s sparkly, love. What else would I wear?”

“Harry Styles always going out with a bang.”

“Indeed, love.” Harry mused as they both walked towards the dressing rooms.

“So this is Mitch. The man has worn the same underwear for twelve years now.” Harry said as he whispered the last part.

Y/N glances over at the man with ear length hair as he held a guitar, playing a single string. He stopped what he was doing and glared over at Harry.

“Really, Harry.” Mitch glared at him as he grabbed the guitar strap and pulled it over his head.

“Fuckin’ classic!” Harry giggles as he hides his face behind Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N starts to laugh as she pats Mitch on the shoulder, “Don’t fuss too much about it, Mitch. He’s just like that. He will never change, the buggar.”

“You know you love me, Mitch.” Harry says as he sends him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t enjoy some quiet, huh?”

“We’ll leave you be, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you though.” Y/N says as she extends her hand towards him.

“Likewise, Y/N. Can’t believe a nice person like you knows Harry.”

“Oh bug off, Mitch! I’m nice with ya!" Harry narrows his eyes at him.

"I should've stayed at that pizza joint to be honest."

Their friendship was the best. Well what Harry would say it's the 'bestest'. 

Harry has known Y/N since grade school and they have been friends ever since then. They were magic with each other even though once in a while one of them may tease the other and they would go back and forth. But that was just how friendship were, right?

“Harry! Give that back you twat!”

“Sorry, love. I actually like how it looks on me. What d’ya think, Y/N?” Harry smirks as Y/N just glares at him.

“Give it. Back. Harry!” Y/N taunted as Harry lost his smile and changed to a worried demeanor. 

“Alright. Jus’ don’t hit me!”

“Like I would hit you.”

“You would if you wanted to.” Harry retorted as he gave the sunglasses and hat to Y/N.

“Never in a million years, Harry.” Y/N assured him.

Hours before Harry had to go on stage and perform, Y/N was in the dressing room waiting for him to walk out and guide her towards the part of the arena she was going to be at.

As Y/N was looking at the many little bottles of nail polish, Harry stuck his head out of the curtain and smirked.

"Gonna paint me nails fo' me, Y/N?" Harry asked as he kept his eyes on her.

"No. I was just looking through them. They're pretty colors. Are your nails painted?"

"Nah. I was going to wait fo' the next show. Thinkin' maybe you could help with that." Harry suggested as he was fixing his little sparkly bow on his shirt collar.

"Maybe. I don't know though, you might not like my painting skills."

"Why? Are you bad at painting 'em?"

"Not exactly." Y/N said. Her smile present. "I don't know, I've never painted someone else’s nails before."

"Ohhh. That explains it. I think you'll be fine, love." Harry assured her. He kept trying to tighten up the loose bow but each time he tightened it it fell back to its original floppy mess. 

"Can you help me with this bloody bow? Can't seem to get it right."

Y/N stood in front of him and gently pulled onto the two loose strands of fabric. His face was nearly close to her face as she started to tie the little bow.

"Didn't know you were strong, love." Harry teased as he looked straight into her eyes and lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him.

"Sorry. I didn't want to pull that hard. I thought I was gentle with it." She apologized. Her hands busy with trying to create a simple knot.

Harry didn't say anything he just stood there and had his head low at Y/N's height. 

Y/N was also struggling to tie this bow and trying to make it look semi presentable. With one last knot she finally gave up and released her grip from Harry's collar.

"Is this okay?"

Harry nods as he looks at himself in the mirror. 

After Harry was dressed and was ready to go out on stage he made sure Y/N knew where she was staying during the show. He wanted to make sure he could see her through the crowds he knew there was going to be.

**//**

Y/N stood behind the black barriers as she had a good view of the stage and where the band and Harry will at. She was excited to see her best friend perform. This was her first time that she was going to see Harry perform. Harry always tried convincing her that she should come along with them to every show, Y/N would say yes all those times that he did ask her, but she couldn’t leave her responsibilities behind and go with Harry for who knows how many months on the road. So that’s why last week she ringed Harry and told him that she was going to join him if he was alright with it obviously. Harry was excited to bring her along with him and the crew, it was a day that him and Y/N have been looking forward to.

Right as the lights began moving, as they hit every part of the arena and the sound of the choir starting from the song Only Angel, Y/N was ready she knew she was going to see Harry already knowing what he was wearing. People beside her started screaming as the screen started to slowly lift up, clouds of smoke and lights blinding them so they couldn’t see the band or Harry just yet. Screams of excitement and people jumping up and down and leaning forwards as they tried to get a good glimpse of the stage. Once the drums and guitars were heard Harry jumped and began walking towards areas of the stage and greet his fans. He blew them kisses and waved his hands as he said hello, once he faced the area that Y/N was standing at he stopped for a bit and tried looking for her and when he set eyes on her he smiled and blew a kiss to her and the fans around her. 

Y/N was jumping, singing along to every song and was having a fantastic time at her best friend’s concert. She was so proud of Harry and how much he has achieved in the past few years. He’s only twenty-four and he already had a debut album that hit #1 world-wide and he acted in a movie just last year. She was proud of him and she made sure Harry knew it every day they either talked on the phone or whenever they had the chance to hang out. 

Every once in a while Harry would glance where Y/N was at and smirked at her and went back to looking ahead at the crowds. Y/N’s smiled when the fans put up colored lights up with their phones, creating a rainbow around the entire arena. It was just… beautiful. Harry had the most dedicated fans in the world that all of this probably took them long to set this up with everyone in the arena. Harry appreciated the lights and bowed his head and whispered a ‘thank you’ to himself. 

Everything was perfect. Harry, the band and Y/N was singing along the whole time. Right after he sang his last song before he walked towards the little stage, someone behind her bumps into her and she was about to complain to them, but she felt more people pushing and shoving each other as they tried to get close to the barrier. Y/N was nervous and paranoid at the same time. She became breathless as nerves started to consume her as she was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to breath with so much people huddling together trying to catch a glimpse of Harry walking along the corridors. Y/N tried yelling but nothing came out but just a quiet whisper. The girl beside her noticed her struggling to breath as Y/N had her hand on her racing heart. The girl told the girl next to her to yell to the security so they could help Y/N. The security followed suit and tried to get Y/N out as the crowds were still huddled together, this caught Harry’s attention. He went towards the area where Y/N was in and he tried to see what was going on and once he glanced at what was going on he saw Y/N being pulled away from the group and out into the corridor. 

“Y/N!” Harry yelled out. He rushed towards Y/N and tried to wake her but she wasn’t waking up. “I need you to help her please! Take her backstage!” Harry yelled out as he addressed it to the two security guards.

The security guards carried her away backstage as Harry followed close behind them leaving behind puzzled fans.

Y/N was breathing slowly. Before the security guards carried her out of the crowd she saw white little stars and everything around her became blurry she didn’t even hear Harry’s voice when he came beside her and ran right behind the security guards with her delicate body in their arms.

**//**

As soon as the security guards rushed Y/N backstage and set her down on a couch, they tried waking her up with a little cotton ball covered with rubbing alcohol. One of the security guards brought up to her nose as Y/N eventually woke up her eyes wandered where she was and she felt at ease when she landed eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” Y/N gasped. Her sights still a little foggy.

“Y/N. Y/N, you fucking scared the shit out of me!” Harry said as he caressed Y/N’s cheek and tried to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry Harry. I- I don’t know what the hell happened, I jus- I just felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe because of people pushing each other and huddling together.” Y/N let out, as her eyes now slowly deciphered the place better. Lights started connecting as she started seeing less foggy lights.

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry, love. I’m sorry I put you in the first row. I just thought you wanted to see me better.” Harry was now running his hand through Y/N’s hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, love this happened to you.” 

Y/N was going to say something back that he shouldn’t be sorry. He didn’t know what was going to happen and neither did she. Y/N has had occurrences like this, but she wasn’t in a situation where she was pushed against so many people. She knew it was a panic attack and she didn’t want to worry Harry more than he already was. She just wanted him to go back on stage and do his job, she didn’t want him to stay here with her and ignore his fans who were probably shocked on what happened. 

“I need to stay here with you, Y/N. I can cancel this show and move it up, I have to stay here with you, love.” Harry said as if he heard the exact words in her head a moment ago. 

“I want you to go back on stage, Harry. You need to go back to your fans, I promise I’ll be fine here, yeah? Just go out there and perform your ass off, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Y/N spoke her voice was a bit raspy from the lack of energy that she felt. It was now her turn to caress Harry’s cheek, she smiled and mouthed a ‘please’ to him to go back on stage. There was no reaction from him, but she knew that he was thinking how crazy she was for telling him to go back on stage and perform as if nothing ever happened to her. 

But he knew she was not stopping from insisting him to go back up. So he did and he kissed Y/N on the forehead and told the security guard to hook up the small television to the cameras that were on so she could see him still. Not in person, but on screen. 

Harry didn’t leave the small room before telling Y/N that he loved her. They both smiled to each other and Harry was off running again towards the stage.

**//**

Y/N was sat on the couch watching the small television where Harry was seen and the band. Temporarily the camera would look towards the crowd and then it shot back to Harry. She enjoyed this, she knew it wouldn’t have been the same feeling than physically being in the arena but what could she do? Either way she loved the show, she was recovering from the panic attack she had by drinking lots of water. There were occasions that she would drift off into a little nap and then wake back up still looking at the little television.

Y/N was unsure when the concert ended, she fell asleep during the last half of the show. She woke right up when she felt a gentle nudge from something touching her shoulder and feels someone sits next to her. 

“Y/N? Love are you awake?” A voice asks. Y/N wakes up with a deep inhale of air and rubs her eyes to see who was talking to her.

“Harry.” She groggily says. A lazy smile coming along as Harry smiles and reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it over?”

“The show? Yeah. It’s over, love.” Harry says as he rubs up and down on her calf to calm her.

“Sorry. I fell asleep during the last bit.” 

Harry laughs and keeps his hand on Y/N’s calf. “Was it that boring of a show? Am I that boring?” Y/N giggles and tries to tickle him with her foot, but failed, Harry caught her foot before she could do anything.

“You weren’t boring, H. I was just tired, that's all.”

“I know, love. I was just messing with ya. But are you feeling better? Any pain?”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts herself up so she could sit properly. “Just tired and hungry. Care to get some pizza?” Y/N suggests. Her eyes were still a bit sleepy.

“Sounds good. But we’re ordering. Do you want some ice cream too?” Harry caressed her face and played with her hair as Y/N smiled at him.

“Yes please.” Y/N said as she set her head on Harry’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed the top of her head. 

**//**

“Harry! You’re going to make a mess, love!” Y/N screamed as she watched Harry stand in front of a big fan eating away his ice cream cone.

“Nothing will happen, love.” Harry nonchalantly spoke. He started to eat the ice cream in a weird position, his arms were inches away from his body and ice cream was dripping down his hand.

“Harry!” 

“It’s fine, love. We can clean it up later.” He replied back. He continued licking away at his ice cream.

They were in Y/N’s hotel room. Y/N was keen about leaving this hotel room spotless before they leave to go back on the road. But here was Harry being stubborn as ever and eating his ice cream in front of a fan as the ice cream kept streaming down his hands and dripping down onto the floor.  

“Harry, you’re going to clean that up, you little twat.” Y/N warned as she pointed at the mess he made on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Harry nodded his head. “Promise I’ll clean it up, darlin’.” Harry said as he was now washing his sticky hands over the sink. Harry dried up his hands and went towards the couch where Y/N was sitting down watching an episode of Friends.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear as she shivered from his breath hitting her skin.

“I love you too, Harry. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you should rest because of another show tomorrow.” 

Harry dragged his pointer finger along her cheek and smiled, he stared at her face and stopped to stare at her lips. 

“I wanted to, Y/N. You’re no bother.” Harry confessed, his hands doing wonders to her skin as he rubbed soothing circles on her shoulders. 

Harry and Y/N spent their night watching episodes of Friends until they started to get sleepy. Harry carried Y/N’s body towards the master bedroom and set her down on the mattress. Y/N asked him if he could take off her shorts for her and he obliged. Once Y/N was comfortable on the bed, Harry took off his shirt and sweats that he put on before they drove to the hotel after the concert.

Harry climbs onto the bed as Y/N’s back is facing him. He lies down and covers himself with the light blanket and looks over Y/N’s back.

“Is this okay?” He whispers and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around to face him and wraps her arms around him. “Yes.” She kisses him on the forehead. “This is okay.” She says and tucks her head in the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent that she came to love so much. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers as goosebumps start trickling on Harry’s skin. 

“I love you too, my darlin’.”

Harry peppered kisses all over Y/N��s face making her giggle hysterically and Harry smiles from her cute reaction. Y/N does the same and kisses his bare chest where the tattooed swallows are at. They eventually fall asleep as they try to get their sleep so they’re ready for the next upcoming show of her best friend; Harry Styles. 

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CAN U DO A BLURB ON HER GIVING y/n oral and him being like “my little human” etc! I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE WHEN HE IS LIKE CALLING HER HIS LIL HUMAN AND ONLY HUMAN

THIS GOT DIRTY AND FLUFFY

Harry tilts his head back against the wall, a sheen of sweat building on his forehead that adheres little strands of hair to the skin. The heat bubbling in his body is intense, like pin prickles of pleasure on every, single cell. All of it centralizing in boiling bubbles in his lower abdomen, where Y/N is slipping the pads of her fingers down, thumbs sliding into the coarse tufts of pubic hair. Her lips wrapped snugly around his stiff cock, sucking diligently at the leaking tip. 

What’s gotten into her, he couldn’t be quite sure. Thinks that it has something to do with the fact they’d gone out and the waitress had been a little too comfortable with him he supposes. Although he’d made quite the point that he wasn’t interested, and was stroking her knuckles with his thumb the entire time, murmuring little affections at her from across the table. The waitress seemed very uninterested in the fact Y/N was there at all -- so much to the point that Harry makes a point of playfully biting at her fingertips just before she came with their plates. 

And Y/N had been a bit pouty during the duration -- the jealous little thing -- even on the way home she was a grump, holding tight to his hand but looking out the window. 

Harry had barely been able to get into the door before she’d slammed him against the wall nearest it, which is something he’s never experienced. She’s never been the one to initiate this before, which was startling at first, but the fervent way in which she presses her mouth against his. Tugs at the buckle of his belt and pops open his button while she’s nipping and sucking and biting a mark into the skin of his throat. 

“You’re being quite forward.” He had told her with a chuckle when she’d been licking the fabric of his boxers, and sucked over the head through it. It’d made his abdomen clench tight, the laugh getting caught on whine and a hiss, his toes curling as much as they could in his boots. Y/N was the only person who could make him feel like this -- so lost in his arousal and dizzy with the pleasure of it, he feels like he could be in the clouds. 

And he was going to cum soon if she kept it up as she was. Digging her nails into his thighs, thumbing over the sensitive skin where his pubes lie, suckling at the leaking tip. The vein throbbing against her soft, wet tongue that’s been licking him in such an insatiable manner, his head is spinning. 

“My little human is so good with her tongue,” his voice is soft and croaky from his groaning, the words tickling his throat as he says them, “So generous for me, yeah? Making me feel so good. . .” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before he slips his fingers into the mussed bundle and fists into it, giving a small tug until she pops off with a filthy wet noise. She looks up at him with her eyes blown and her lips swollen and colored a ruddy red, spit-slicked and with sticky strands of his precum bowing between the tip and them. In the open, his cock gives a twitch that drags her attention from him momentarily, mouth falling back open to take him in but he holds her back a little tighter, “S’my little human jealous?” He taunts her.  

Y/N’s brows furrow at him, “No,” she lies, looking off towards the side before completely contradicting herself,, “Just. . .wish I could make you smell like me, like how you do, so everyone would know who you belong to, too.” 

Harry feels a smile overcome him fondly, as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, “You’re so cute, I might burst,” he croons, “Could just eat you up.” He shifts down to his knees, startling her with a kiss that feels so desperate between them. Her desperately licking her taste into his mouth possessively and Harry, in turn, desperately grabbing and pulling and doing away with any shred of clothing she could possibly have on. Sliding their wet tongues together greedily as he pushes up the flowy fabric of her skirt and tugs her panties down. 

A thumb teases her soft and swollen clit and Y/N moans into his mouth, thighs twitching. It makes Harry smile into the kiss before he pulls away, keeping their faces pressed together by the foreheads as he moves to lay his pretty little human down on the floor. Biting at his lip to stop his smile from getting too big before he tells her, “See, Sweetheart, here’s the thing,” he begins, reaching down and taking a hold of his throbbing prick, rubbing the drippy tip against her slit, “I do smell like you. Maybe not enough for a human’s nose to pick up, but I smell like you all over to my kind.” He bows it down, stretching her around the wide head and she gasps, wrapping her arms around his and holding tight to his biceps as they flex holding them both up (she’d admitted to liking the feeling of them tensing and relaxing as he’s fucking her). He’s pressing deep inside as he continues, “Every time you cuddle against me, every time I bite you, every time you cum on my cock, when you feel me right here,” he reaches down and caresses her lower stomach gently, then drawing it back, “-- it contributes to it. Makes me smell like you so intensely, that there is no question of who my precious little human is.” 

“Good,” she murmurs, thighs squeezing around him as he begins fucking into her proper, “’cos you’re mine.”

Harry groans loudly, hiding his face into her neck as he thrusts. His balls slapping heavy against her bum, already aching and full of cum from her small ministration of her love previous. He shoves his nose up against the vein in her throat, breathing in deeply her scent and how it’s intermingled with his. She’s his human and only his, nobody else's. Doesn’t think for even a second that her need for him to smell like her could rival his at all. The thought of her not smelling like him drives him absolutely crazy. It’s why he bites often and doesn’t fuss when she wants to wear his clothes -- and why he not only likes cuddling because he loves her but will push it when she even smells a hint like someone other than him. 

It’s one of the more animalistic things about himself that he’s unable to help but it doesn’t ever seem like she minds it. 

“Harry,” she whimpers, “M’gonna - m’gonna --” 

“I know, sweet little thing, me too. You’re g’nna make me cum,” his thrusts quicken, both of them pulsing against one another, “G’nna warm your belly up with it, jus’ how you like.” 

This throws her over the edge, her thighs squeezing him and her hips pressing up as she clenches, and pulsates around his cock. A whimpery moan getting lost when he smears their mouths together, swallowing down each and every pretty noise she had to offer him. He has to slip out once she’s finished, running his hand only once over his cock before he’s cumming hot over her stomach in soft sounded splatters. Painting her skin with white ribbons of his desire. 

Despite the mess he’s made on her, he slumps forward, kissing lazily and absently at the side of her jaw, “So good. . .so good for me,” he murmurs, “Love you so much.” He’s always resorted to mushy feelings and sweet nothings after they’ve cum together, he finds, and Y/N is just as bad. Nestling into him and repeating it back, telling him how much she loved him and how happy he is that people know he’s hers too. 

Harry thinks, if this is the reaction he’s going to get, he should make her jealous more often. 

(But the thought of putting his little human through any mental anguish disgusts him, so he decides not to.) 

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My grandfather and I are really close. He keeps telling me that he wants me to get a insurance policy on him which makes me feel bad, because I get the feeling there's something else serious he is not telling me. If something happens to him I don't want to be in a situation where I can't afford to bury him & I know that that type of stuff is important to get taken care of. I have checked into it a little bit online, but from what I have read & been told....when someone is over the age of 65, life insurance companies will not let you get a term policy for someone that age. My grandfather is 69 years old and will be 70 yrs old this month. I really don't have a whole lot of money to pay for whole life insurance & believe that I can only afford to get a term life insurance policy. The problems I think I am going to have is that he smokes & is 69 yrs old. Does anyone know of any good insurance companies that will let me get term life insurance on him being that he is already 69 and smokes?""

Dodge Charger Insurance?

I am 16 years old and I am about to get my license and I was wondering how much the cheapest insurance for a dodge charger would be a month! Please no comments saying that I shouldnt start of with the charger, but its just my aunt said she would give me hers that way my parents wouldnt have to buy me a car (shes giving it to me for free) We would just have to be responsible for insurance and any problems the car would have in the future. Im in the L.A area""

How do I go about getting car insurance?

I'm 19, my car insurance now is under my parents name and they pay for it. I want to by a Mustang and I want to pay for the insurance myself. So do I go see an agent? Or do it online? I tried to get a quote online and I'm not sure how to answer certain questions.....I DID get in an accident 3 years ago but my insurance company never caught me on it, so will they find out if I try to get my own insurance now? Should I use a different company to not get caught and have to pay higher rates?""

""Wrecked best friends car, no license, I'm uninsured, 18 and terrified! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!!!?""

So, I am 18, and yesterday my cousin was planned to come in from the UK at the Sky Harbor Airport in, Arizona. On my way there I was driving at a close speed limit of 50, speed limit was 45, approaching a red light, I was slowing down, when something abruptly ran across the road, close to the car, causing me to slam on the breaks, losing control of the wheel, and I tumbled 4 times over the street, busting the side window, scraping some paint, and cracking the windshield. Thankfully, I was not hurt, no neck, back, leg, or any body injuries for that matter. The police was near by, so helped me out, firefighters took care of me, to make sure I was okay. And then the report happened. I told them the honest truth, they said that I won't be arrested, or given a ticket, but I do have to go to court to prove I had no insurance. I don't know what to do, I know it was completely idiotic driving without a license, and no permit, with no insurance, but my friend has insurance on the car. I have the police report, and I don't know what I have to do, but I will help him with anything as this is my best friend, and I am not straying away from this situation. Will his insurance cover this? Do I look okay is this situation? PLEASEEEE! Someone help me! I'm desperate for advice, I've definitely learned my lesson, and I have no family here in Arizona as they are all in Georgia, I am here for school at ASU, please tell me his insurance will cover this!""

Were would i find price range for car insurance?

im doing a power point on insurance and i need to find the best price range for car insurance

I have 1 pt on my license for drive at a speed not reasonable and prudent how much insurance rate will i pay?

I pay a high rate now for 1pt for just liability and they told me it can be really 4 pt is that true? What should my rate be for 1pt

Car insurance lapsed in CT what would be the steps to reregister car & get insurance?

Do i need to contact an insurance company first or the DMV?

Collector Car insuance for 17 year old? Possible?

My 17 year old son wants collector car insurance for his 67 Chevelle that he heavily modified and uses it only for hobby and pleasure. He puts 4,000-4,300 miles a year. We live in California and were wondering if there was a collector car insurance like hagerty, american car collector, etc. that would cover a 18 year old or younger? Any Possible plans? Thanks. PS. He locks it up in our secure garage.""

Ragland Alabama Cheap car insurance quotes zip 35131

Ragland Alabama Cheap car insurance quotes zip 35131

Prelude vs Subaru on Insurance ?

Which one is typically cheaper? Between a 97 - 01 Prelude and a 00' Subaru 2.5rs Iv heard prelude insurance is expensive. I know wrx insurance is insanely high but im thinking the 2.5rs must be cheaper since its not turbo'ed.

Would this affect my car insurance?

Would having Grand Theft Auto on my record increase my insurance, or would it do anything at all? Its a really long story. I know my insurance is going to be high anyway because I am 17 and a guy. I was just wondering if having a Grand Theft Auto charge would affect it at all? Thanks!""

Car insurance coverage question...?????

I have state farm. there's an expectation of a severe storm with softball size hail heading our metroplex. I'm in the middle of switching car insurance. The coverage will expire april 10, 2008. Will state farm covers me if I have hail damage on the same day it's expired?""

Why is car insurance so higher in UK than other countries?

In my home country, I did not even think about car insurance cost when I bought a car. It was just a small amount of money. In UK, when I try to buy a cheap secondhand car, the insurance cost higher than the car price. 2002 Nissan Primera cost 900 pounds while insurance quoted me 1169 pounds for that car. Why insurance cost more than the car price? I am not intending to claim by knowing the amount of excess money (higher than the car price) I have to pay in the first place if I want to claim.""

How much would i pay for car insurance? Estimate?

I know that it depends on a lot of factors but can you estimate how much i would pay for car insurance on a monthly basis - I am 18 years old - will be driving either a 1999 or 2000 model - will be attending college after the summer - clear background - this will be my first car - I live in a very wired and exotic place called MARYLAND

What is the best way to use technology in comparing insurance premiums for MEDICARE costing?

Many of the baby boomer generation will shortly be reviewing insurance costs for our retirement years - health, medical, prescription and the like. We will need to make decisions based upon retirement income and expenses. I have done some preliminary research and it appears I need to do a lot more. The data for health and medical costs is easily available however there is a ton of it. For this reason, I intend to use spreadsheets to crunch through this and any other tech tool I can locate. One of the problems with this approach is that just about every quote is proprietary, that is each quote has its own bells and whistles which make it more or less expensive than the next company. Although I have spreadsheet skills, I can visualize that any template I make must provide for more assumptions than I want to make. From the above it's clear to me that I need some kind of generic (FREE) spreadsheet template that is not proprietary, combines monthly income and expense (insurance premiums counted as expenses), is not locked in terms of making formula adjustments, and has the ability to forecast. If this is as clear as mud to you, welcome to the crowd. Surely, there are fill in the blanks templates dealing with MEDICARE comparative cost determination. If there are and you are aware of them, please let me know. I would be in your debt. Regards, Rich F. Florida""

How much would insurance cost for a 2011 mustang v6?

I am 18 years old, I currently have an 03 Tacoma 4 door Prerunner and my current insurance rate is around $210 a month. I live in Louisiana, I average around a 3.0 GPA and I have saved up and I am really close to owning a 2011 mustang and I was curious if someone could give me an estimate on around how much the insurance might cost. Thanks""

2 questions on car insurance?

1) I'm looking to buy a car soon after I pass my driving test in 2 weeks. I'm 20, I'll be turning 21 in November. I seen that the insurance price for a 17-20 year old is around 2400 and the price for a 21-24 year old is around 2000. If I were to get insurance 2 months before my 21st birthday, would I be able to pay 2 monthly rates of the 17-20 year old price and then convert onto the 21-24 year old price? Or am I stuck with the 20 year old price for one year? 2) If I were to set the voluntary excess to a higher amount to get a lower premium, would I be able to change the voluntary excess when I renew my car insurance? Or is it possible to change it every month if I chose to pay monthly? Thanks.""

Need help with car insurance!!?

i am new with the whole car insurance thing so i need help. how much is car insurance for an 18 year old just got my licenses and with a 1996 pontiac sunfire SE..how do you pay for car insurance please help thanks

Did you get Affordable Health Care?

My husband & I have insurance & it didn't change but my daughter & family got Affordable HC. Their previous insurance was $1,200 a month. They are now paying $325 so there's was a very positive experience. We're in California. They had a really hard time getting into the wed site but persevered & are happy with the plan. It covers their eldest son who is in college & has Type I diabetes & their youngest son who suffers from asthma. Does anyone else on YA have a positive experience to share? What State are you from.""

How much is car insurance usually?

and what makes it change? car type and age of owner?

How much a rental house property insurance should cost?

I rented a house and the mortgage company says I need to have rental insurance. I do not want to cover my tenants stuff, just the house in Nevada. Thanks""

How long does it take for car insurances to determine fault?

I got into an accident a few days ago. It's pretty cut and dry that it was the other persons fault, however the police don't determine fault and leave it up to the insurance companies to figure out. Those who have been in a similair situation, how long from the time of the accident did it take for your insurance company to find fault in the accident. I'm curious because I'm having to pay a $1000 deductible and car rental fees. I want to make sure I get it back if its the other persons fault.""

How much roughly would car insurance cost for a 17 year old new driver in the uk?

about what price would a 1.4l engine cost for a female 17 year old cost? is a 1.4l engine too large? the car that my grandad is interested in buying me is a 3dr 2007 1.4l polo. is this suitable for a new driver?? any answers would be really helpful thankyou x

Car insurance for a 17 year old?

Hi, ive just passed my driving test and now want a car. The plan was to buy a clio/corsa/punto as i thought they were cheap insurance. When i put them into car insurance comparers though its coming out at like 2500. Even thought im a lad i though it would be cheaper than this. Can anyone suggest where to go to get cheap car insurance or what car to buy were its cheap insurance or any tips any information is helpful thanks a lot xx""

How much would my insurance be?

I am 15, i took driver's training when i was 14. and I just got my license. i was wondering how much it would be to insure a ford focus. I get good grades, about a 3.5 gpa so i dont know if that will help lower my insurance.""

Can I remove 17 yr old off my insurance policy if not driving my car at all?

Long story short (hopefully)...My 17 yr old step-son got his license just after his b-day last yr and my husband stupidly bought him an undeserved car (we have had nonstop issues with him for over 2 yrs with his disrespectful and insulting/criticizing attitude, refusing to follow house rules, his very poor, negative and selfish behavior on top of his constant lies and his drug and alcohol use and continues to bring it around my 4 yr old son). Needless to say after receiving 4 tickets under 6 months for either having too many kids in car or driving past allowed hours to be driving because he refuses to follow our rules or the law and feel they do not apply to him. He completely trashed the car, it reeked of cigarettes and pot, we found empty beer cans and other cans used to smoke his pot. We took the car away and cleaned it the best we could and after a few months of him still continuing his behavior and habits we sold the car. He bullies his mom and sister (always has) and took his moms keys and her car from her and will not return it. I know we are legally responsible for him until he turns 18 which isn't too much longer BUT he is getting worse with everything, my husband has given up on him and just lets him come and go as he pleases and do what he wants (he claims he will kick him out on his bday but no one believes him b/c of many past threats not followed through and his kids know it so they continue to play him), I'm told to stay out of it because he isn't my son yet he is still on MY insurance and driving his mom's car while drinking and smoking pot and continuing not to follow the law with his restrictions either. I can't wait for this ungrateful punk to be out of my house. He constantly badmouths all of us with lies to everyone and blames us when things don't go his way. He has always been extremely lazy and does not want to work, he keeps forcing his mom to give him money which she does b/c she claims she is afraid of him, he has NEVER helped with anything around the house, he has already been in trouble a few times with the police as young as 12 when he wouldn't follow skateboarding rules. This kid needs a major attitude adjustment and a kick in the *** but no one will do it and I'm not allowed to say anything to him about anything but I'm so sick and tired of having to keep my mouth shut and watch everything he says and does to his family yet I am to provide insurance for this a@%hole. He's not supposed to be driving anyone's car but he took his mom's and won't give it back to her, he lives with us even though he is NEVER here (DYFS took the kids away from their mom about 4 yrs ago and placed them with us immediately) (oh, the issues have been going on a lot longer than these 4 yrs but not to this degree). By the time we file and the court allowed for emancipation he will be 18 so that is no use. He HAS to live with us until then but I don't want my insurance going up anymore than it has and want him off of it. He refuses to hand over his license too. I am at my wits end with this kid and don't know what else to do. Does anyone have any ideas on any loopholes on how to get him off my insurance? If we force him to stay here he gets violent toward everyone, constantly picks fights with all of us, storms around the house cursing and complaining, slamming everything, purposely makes messes and leaves it until he gets his way and I definitely do not want that behavior around my son. My husband has told him he is no longer a part of our family and it doesn't faze him at all and he just does not care about anyone but himself. Please no criticizing me. I have been his step-mom for almost 10 yrs now and have never been allowed to discipline my husband's kids at all and always told to not get involved in anything b/c they are not my kids yet they both walk all over their dad (and their mom), are spoiled rotten, no responsibilities or chores at all and never any consequences when they do something wrong. For those of you who actually read all of this thank you. Yes, I am venting but really need it and this still is not the whole story but it's too much to go into.""

A Lady hit my car and we decided not to go through our insurance...?

I told her i would call her as soon as i had a estimate on how much it was going to be. This happened back in april but i have been so busy with work and school to be able to get this done, now that i have the time i want to call her and let her know, but i am afraid it might be too late.. Is it to late?? I have all her info except her insurance info (I know bad me but i was nervous) Also im going to need a car rental is that part of what she should pay me?""

Homeowners Insurance in Florida?

I am looking to buy a house for the first time. Insurance seems high in Florida. Does anyone know what a possible insurance price would be for an 1800 sqft ranch with a pool? I have seen over 2200 a year!

What happens when you don't pay cancellation costs for car insurance?

Un-named popular car insurance provider added my 22-yr old son to my policy without my permission. Said it was done internally, couldn't take him off policy. So I canceled. I should say that before I called to cancel this policy, I started a new policy w/ a local company. Progressively, I received a bill for cancellation costs of $120.00. What happens if I don't pay?""

Question about state farm auto insurance?

My payment was due on the 1st, and now it's the fifth. I just paid it today through online banking. The bank says it may not be processed until tuesday, but i have to get to work before then. Am i fine, since it was technically paid today, or am I just f*cked?""

Switching car insurance providers?

am i able to switch car insurance providers before my year is up? i have 8 months left but i have had a cheaper quote elsewhere which saves me 900 a year!

Car Insurance Question?

I'm a 16 year old girl with a car, and I wanted to know how much my car insurance price will range in. I'll be driving a white sedan (say a Corolla/Mazda 3, 2005-2007). How much will be my car insurance?""

Do I need Car Insurance to drive with a learners permit?

i live in Pennsylvania, i was told that i do not need car insurance to drive with a learners permit and i am 16. can anybody confirm, disprove, and/or explain more in depth?""

Illegal car insurance?

My EX boyfriend went behind mine and my moms back and illegal put insurance on his car in my mothers name. I guess he knows a employee at a insurance automotive and illegally put it in her name without her consent. His friend who was driving the car hit some car today and called my mom and told her everything and now she wants to claim fraud. Who gets in trouble? My ex boyfriend for doing it illegally? The employee who let it happen? His friend who hit the car? Or my mom because they may not believe he did it illegally? BTW; my ex boyfriend owes money to his insurance thats why he couldnt put it in his name

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Ragland Alabama Cheap car insurance quotes zip 35131

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[inu-jiru]

Mafiatale - Chapter Two

Side by side, Frisk and Toriel walked, going deeper into the Monster District. Every so often, the boy would take a glance behind him, looking back at the fence. It grew smaller and smaller with each passing minute. Frisk couldn’t help but wonder...was he really doing this? Was he really going to leave everything he had known behind for a woman, a monster woman, no less, that he just met? He looked back at Toriel. The monster woman was smiling contently, walking with her hands folded neatly in front of her. She just had an air of pleasantness about her. Surely, Frisk was making the right choice. After all, it would be all be worth it to have a roof over his head again.

Taking a look around, Frisk noticed that they had walked onto a narrow road, sandwiched between ramshackled and incredibly small shacks. Their plywood walls were decayed, damaged by years of rain and snow. Most of their windows were broken, revealing the darkness inside. Doors were either nonexistent, or were replaced by nails and wooden planks. It all gave Frisk a sort of uneasy feeling, and he subconsciously moved closer to Toriel. Toriel looked down at him, a merry laugh escaping her lips.

“Don’t you worry, hun,” she told him. “The Slums might be a bit run down…”

“A bit?” Frisk thought, cocking a brow.

“But in time, you’ll see it’s a nice, little place. Not too many monsters live around here, so you don’t have to worry about unwanted attention. Keep in mind, though, if someone does give ya trouble…” She patted her jacket’s pocket. “I’ll fill ‘em with daylight.” Frisk wasn’t too sure what that meant exactly, but judging by Toriel’s gesture, it didn’t sound too good. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be given the chance to act on that promise.

Onwards, they walked, twisting and turning on the worn, cobblestone path. Many times, Frisk had noticed movements out of the corners of his eye. When he turned to look, he would see an assortment of monsters: large, meowing frogs, timid-looking insect creatures, and even what appeared to be sentient globs of gelatin. They would watch Frisk from within the shacks and around the corners, looking curious, but never approaching. Toriel’s arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulders, and as Frisk glanced up at her, he could see her reaching for her pocket. His heart skipped a beat.

“U-Uh...maybe they just want to say “hello”?” said Frisk quietly.

“Hmph,” Toriel responded, glaring at the other monsters out of the side of her eyes. “They’d better say it away from us, then.” Frisk fell silent. He glanced back at the other monsters, only for them to have disappeared. In their place however was...something. Frisk couldn’t exactly make out what it was, but it was standing off in the distance, watching them quietly. It was covered in the darkness of the shadows; the only thing Frisk could make out were two, white pinpricks of light. Perhaps it was one of the frog things? No...it was much larger. Much...stouter…

“T-Tor…” Frisk began, pulling on the woman’s skirt. No sooner had he began speaking, however, the figure suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed in the first place. Frisk gasped, glancing around. Where had it gone? How could it have disappeared like that? The boy was so dumbfounded, that he hadn’t realized Toriel had been talking to him.

“Hun? Honey? What’s wrong? What’d ya see?”

“I thought...I thought I saw…” Frisk paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “Uh, nevermind...I think it was one of those monsters again.”

“Don’t you fret, hun,” said the monstress. “We’re almost home.” Throughout the rest of the journey, Frisk clung tightly to Toriel. He could feel eyes burning into his back as the thing continued to watch him, but he refused to look back. Whatever it was, it would have to come closer and risk getting blown away if it wanted to cause trouble.

“Ah, there it is.” Toriel and Frisk had finally come to a stop in front of a much nicer-looking shack. The walls were a gentle purple, and by the looks of it, they had been recently painted, making it pop against the surrounding grays and browns. There were two windows, small garden boxes perched neatly on the windows. In said boxes bloomed golden-colored flowers. It was a pretty nice place, Frisk had to admit. He followed Toriel inside, glancing down as he stepped on the doormat. “Welcome Home!”, it read.

Frisk had taken only a single step inside the living room, when he was blasted in the face by a thick layer of herbal-scented smoke. It assaulted his nose and filled his lungs, sending him into a violent, coughing fit. Toriel led Frisk towards one of the windows, opening it up and fanning the smoke outside.

“Great…” a high-pitched voice suddenly said. “The ol’ chunk o’ lead’s back.”

“Oh, hush up,” Toriel shot back. “And put that darned thing out; we have company.”

As Frisk took a few deep breaths of fresh air, he looked around. The living room was very small, sharing space with a dining table and the kitchen. A bookshelf was tucked away in the corner, hold all sorts of books. A sofa and an armchair bordered a mahogany coffee table. Another small table rested beside the armchair, holding a radio and a flowerpot. In the flowerpot was another golden flower, but unlike the ones outside, this one seemed to be sentient. It had a face, for starters, and a rather bored-looking one at that. Atop its “head” was a black, red-trimmed fedora. Hanging out of the side of its mouth was what looked like a cigar, which continued to spew that harsh aroma.

“Pheh…” the flower scoffed. “Why should I?”

“Because I’ll turn ya into golden flower tea if ya don’t,” replied Toriel matter-of-factly. The flower rolled his eyes, and a vine suddenly sprouted from the potting soil, plucking the cigar from his mouth and crushing the lit end against the side of the pot. A triumphant Toriel led Frisk over to the couch, where he carefully sat down. The flower looked him over with his beady, black eyes.

“So who’s the new brat?” Frisk flinched at the insult. Toriel gave him a gentle pat on the head.

“Don’t pay him no mind, hun,” she whispered to him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“I heard that.”

“Good.” The grumpy, little houseplant pouted, causing Toriel to chuckle. “And to answer your question, Flowey, this is Frisk. I found him at the fence; some bullies were givin’ him a hard time, so, I stepped in.”

“Ooh.” The flower, Flowey, apparently, now looked interested. “Did ya shoot any of ‘em?” Frisk was taken aback, and by the looks of it, so was Toriel.

“Heavens, no!”

“Rats…”

“And ya wonder why I never letcha outta that pot...”

“That’s why?” A smirk slowly stretched across Flowey’s features. “An’ here I thought it was just ‘cause you were bein’ a bit--”

“AHEM.” Toriel’s brow furrowed, and she was suddenly staring daggers at her floral companion. A beat of sweat ran down his “face”, and he averted his gaze, taking notice of the radio beside him.

“Wonder if anythin’ good’s on…” Flowey muttered, the vine once again sprouting and messing with the radio’s dials.  Frisk blinked. He wasn’t entirely sure of what to make of that situation, or Flowey himself, for that matter. But it seemed that Toriel had him under control, so he supposed there wasn’t too much to worry about. He looked up at Toriel, who smiled down at him.

“Make yourself at home, hun,” she said cheerfully. “Can I get you anything?” Frisk was about to respond, when his stomach began to growl. His cheeks turned a light shade of red; he had forgotten that he hadn’t had lunch that day. Toriel let out a soft laugh. “Perhaps something to eat, then?”

“Ha, yes’m,” Frisk replied with a nod.

“Comin’ right up, sweetheart.” Toriel prepared to walk off, when she paused, and looked back at Frisk. “Oh, before I go, I should probably ask...which do ya prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?”

Frisk paused. What an...interesting question. He took a moment to think. He couldn’t recall ever having butterscotch, but he had always been a fan of cinnamon.

“Cinnamon,” he finally answered.

“Ain’t that nice?” Toriel cooed. “But now, lemme ask ya this: I know your preference an’ all, but...you wouldn’t be upset if ya found butterscotch on your plate, would ya?”

Again...what an interesting question. Still, it didn’t hurt to try something new, would it?

“No’m,” replied Frisk.

“Alright, I understand. Lemme get to work, and in the meantime, make yourself at home, hmm?” Toriel walked off into the kitchen area. From the comfort of the couch, Frisk watched as Toriel got to work, getting bowls and various ingredients from the cupboards. He then turned away, staring at Flowey. His heart skipped a beat as he realized Flowey was staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. As their eyes met, however, Flowey looked away, back towards the radio. Frisk bit his lip, no longer feeling comfortable sitting near the flower. He got up, deciding the take this opportunity to look around a bit.

Although Toriel’s home was very small, and the majority of it he’d already seen when he walked in, there had been a small corridor near the dinner table that had made Frisk rather curious. Walking down the corridor, Frisk noticed two doors on his right side. Peeking inside of the first door, he was pleasantly surprised to find a tiny bedroom, just big enough for a child his size. It was, for the most part, bare, with a little bed, a small toy box, a bureau for clothes, and a window that allowed the afternoon sun to pour in.  Frisk stepped inside, taking a seat on the bed. The blanket felt so soft… Frisk hesitated, before lying down, burying his nose in the material. Toriel must’ve recently washed it, because it smelled like garden in the springtime. It was so nice...FIt would’ve been all too easy to just curl up and fall into a deep sleep...

Frisk’s eyes fluttered open, a mouth-watering aroma filling his nose. The boy sat up in the bed, rubbing away at his tired face. How long had he been out? He couldn’t be sure, but a quick glance at the window told him that it was late in the evening. The sky was a blend of orange of navy blue, and the stars were just beginning to appear. Frisk might as well have gone right back to sleep, but he couldn’t. He had to find out what that scrumptious smell was.

Throwing back the blankets (which he had just now realized he had been tucked into), Frisk hopped out of the bed. The smell was coming from beneath him now. Looking down, Frisk saw that a plate of pie had been put on the floor. Staring at it, Frisk began to remember Toriel’s words just before she left him alone. Cinnamon...butterscotch...Could it be? Had she made him a...cinnamon-butterscotch pie? Frisk felt a smile tug at his lips. Kneeling down, he picked up the plate of pie. The slightest bit of heat still radiated from it, even after all the hours that had passed. He couldn’t eat this pie, not yet, not before thanking the woman who had slaved over a hot oven to make it for him.  Frisk exited the room, making his way back down the corridor, and into the living room.

“Ms. Toriel?” he called. No response. Frisk looked around, seeing nothing but a dark and empty kitchen and an almost-empty living room. Flowey sat in his flower pot, facing the radio, which played a piece of smooth, seductive jazz. Frisk’s brow furrowed; he didn’t really want to talk to Flowey, but it seemed he was the only one here, unless...Frisk glanced back to the other door. Maybe that was Toriel’s room? Perhaps she had gone to bed herself?

“If you’re lookin’ for the ol’ hag,” Flowey suddenly spoke up. “She ain’t ‘ere.”

“...Oh,” Frsk murmured in reply. “Um...where did she go?”

“She had to head back to work in the Ghettout.”

“Ghettout?” Frisk echoed.

“Yeah.” Flowey glanced back at Frisk, his eyes half-lidded. “It ain’t too far from ‘ere, but I doubt ol’ Tori wants ya goin’ out that far. Best ya stay here ‘til she gets back. S’nearly closin’ time, anyway.”

“Oh...ok.”

“The Ghettout,” Frisk thought, as he took a seat over at the dining table. He stared at the butterscotch pie, his mind racing as he thought about this strange, new place. What was it like over there? It seemed only Toriel knew. For now, at least.

Oh wooooow, two written works in one day? And the second one is CHAPTER TWOOOO? Isn’t this lovely, my children?

[rnufharose]

Love Yourself (Bangtan and EXO fanfiction/SehunxOC)

Chapter 6

Sehun continued his trek back to the house, his grip on Vivi's leash tightening ever so slightly. His mind was racing, for he had come face to face with the newest member of Bangtan. It looked like his hyungs were correct--she was very cute, and he could feel his cheeks turning red. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, ridding himself of any thoughts but failed miserably. He wanted to stay calm and collected when he entered the house but that shy part of him continued to resurface.

"Vivi," he pursed his lips, the sounds of kisses leaving his lips as he received his dog's attention. "Come, we're about to go inside." He slipped his keys into the lock and opened the door, letting him go inside first before entering, closing the door behind him. "Good boy."

"You're back!" Suho was laying on the couch, lifting himself into a seated position when he spotted the youngest and his dog. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into Taehyung and Jin hyung," he answered sincerely. "Vivi ran off and he found them."

"How are they?" the leader wondered. "are they in good health?"

"Ne," he took off Vivi's leash and took off his jacket, seating himself next to Suho. "Don't we have practice later?"

"Don't worry about practice. We're performing Love Shot anyway. We have the choreography down anyway," Suho waved a hand and assured him. "By the way, was she there?"

"'She?'" Sehun wondered before he realized who he was referring to. His cheeks went hot again and he coughed a bit. "Oh! U-Um..."

"You did?!" He asked, shifting and staring straight at the maknae, "Is she cute?!"

"Hey!" Sehun snapped gently. "You'll be seeing her soon! You'll find out yourself, won't you?"

Suho raised his brows in amazement. "So she is cute! And you think so too! Sehun-ah is always so composed but he's a tall baby who wants a girl's attention! I bet that's why Vivi went running because he also knew she's cute!"

"Shh!" He pressed a hand to his hyung's mouth, shaking his head vigorously. "Dear Lord, speak low!"

Kyungsoo came walking inside and he stumbled backward, dumbfounded, watching as the two of them were pressed against each other. This wasn't the first time this happened. He recalled when they first debuted and they had moved into this house, they played the same trick on Chanyeol's girlfriend, who used to spy on them from her bedroom window. "Is Yeon-hee spying on us again?" He asked, walking toward them and pulling Sehun away from Suho. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Kyungsoo-ah, don't worry. Sehun is just being shy," he laughed, explaining to him. "He ran into Bangtan's female member."

"You did?!" Kyungsoo was now holding disbelief. He threw himself in front of Sehun. "Is she cute?!"

"Ugh," Sehun rolled his eyes, "No, she's ugly."

"I... don't know if that is supposed to be sarcastic," Kyungsoo spoke slowly.

"Of course she is!" Sehun exclaimed, burying his face in his hands and sighing. "She's..." he remembered the way Vivi ran to her. Ha-Neul, with her brown hair, her big brown eyes, and her creamy skin. She had a pretty smile, and she seemed to have a spritely personality--what he wanted to find in a girl. She was also very polite and respectful, plus she loved Vivi upon just laying eyes on him. This was too good to be true. "...beautiful. I want to see her on stage now..." he admitted truthfully. His heart was racing and his head was spinning.

"What's going on here?" Chanyeol asked as he too joined him, eyebrow cocked. "Sehun's face is all red. Is he becoming shy again?"

"Saranghaeo," Suho sang teasingly, mimicking the maknae's voice. "Saranghaeo, jagi!"

"Be glad this girl didn't ask to take a picture of your abs," Kyungsoo slapped his shoulder. "Ah, now I want to see her... this isn't fair. You got to see her before I did..."

Sehun sighed heavily and pressed himself against the headboard of the couch, staring at the ceiling, "Lord give me strength... what am I going to do with myself...?"

******

(Ha-Neul's PoV)

"Gomaweo, Unnie," I replied as I watched Ji-woo slip slightly longer nails under my cuticles. This was the first time I had ever gotten my nails done. I never knew how relaxing it was to be pampered.

"Don't mention it," she chuckled, painting them before turning the UV light on. "You have such pretty hands too. So dainty and cute. They deserve to have special treatment. Gel lasts a very long time and these colors will go well with the outfits I'm making for you and the boys." She placed my hands under the light. "Tae told me you learned almost all of MIC Drop's choreography today. You're a quick learner!"

"Yup, but I still have to make it look as natural as them," I nodded. "Then I'll be learning the choreography of Fake Love afterward. We have to perform two songs for the show."

"Fake Love is a great song," she began to apply more nail polish once the lights turned off. "Love is the theme of the Song Festival coming soon. You'll all be learning a new dance break once it comes around. And then afterward, you'll be heading to Hong Kong, then Japan, Taiwan, and back to Korea for one more Festival."

"I guess since a lot of idols are coming out about their relationships, the industry chose that theme?" I asked.

"That's right," she agreed. "But as supportive as many fans are, there are some who are still obsessive about their biases. No doubt it'll be the same once you gain fans too, but you shouldn't let that stop you from falling for someone. A few years ago, Hyuna and E'Dawn had announced their relationship but the fans weren't so kind. They sent death threats and wished for E'Dawn to leave Pentagon because they felt cheated. However, can you really stop someone from falling in love?" She continued. "They had to keep their relationship under wraps and ever since Kai and Jennie announced their relationship, many others have as well. Despite fans coming together, there have been far more fan wars as of late."

"But Kai had another girlfriend back then, didn't he?"

"Krystal," Ji-woo began to pamper my other hand. "That previous relationship wasn't received well... the boys have had crushed as well but they have been very scared of starting anything. Since they've gone international, they've been extra careful, closing off their hearts, but that shouldn't stop them. I want them to be happy, especially Hoseok. He may smile all the time but I know some days, he fakes that smile..."

My mind was circling back to what happened several hours ago when we had run into Sehun. He was very attractive... he had a nice smile and the way he always sticks out his tongue was absolutely adorable. He was tall, and his skin was like milk, and his broad shoulders...

"Ha-Neul-ah," Ji-woo snapped her fingers and I jolted slightly.

"Ah!" I made a sound and asked. "N-Ne?"

"Are you in la la land?" She asked. "you just went quiet for a second."

"Gwenchana, Unnie," I assured her. "I was just thinking about what you said... it makes me all the more determined to unite all of the groups and show obsessive fans we all love each other."

"You really are determined to bring everyone together, huh," she had finished her work with my nails and began putting her equipment away. "I hope it works, for everyone's sakes. And please, don't be afraid. If you fall for someone, let it happen. Don't let any fan stop you."

I gave her a single nod before looking down at my nails, each colored white with flower nail art on the ring fingers. The flower was the same color as the cover of Bangtan's most recent album. "Gamsahamnida."

There was a knock on the door and Yoongi leaned against the frame, "Dinner is ready. You should eat."

"What did Jin make this time?" Ji-woo stood up and I followed suit.

"Gimbap," he answered. "Oh, Ha-Neul-ah. Good job with today's practice. Jin and Tae told me about it."

"Gomaweo, Oppa," I smiled at the rapper. "Has Namjoon Oppa decided which lines I'll be singing?" We made out way out of the room and into the corridor."

"Ne, he'll tell you exactly what lines you'll be singing," he replied, the smell of Jin's cooking wafting into my nostrils.

"By the way," Yoongi tucked his hands into his sweatpants. "You should know that idols don't just sing and dance. You'll need to find some odd jobs."

"Eh?" I asked him and he continued speaking.

"Acting and modeling. When we aren't on tour or not singing or composing songs, make sure to do those. And Tae and Jin also told me you can't read music even though you play the piano. Starting tomorrow after practice, for one hour every day, I'll be teaching you how to read music."

"Yoongi-ah," Ji-woo held a scolding tone. "Don't be so hard on her. I swear you act like a grumpy grandpa all the time. Aren't you the lazy one who doesn't want to contribute to the choreography?"

"Hey, don't undermine me while I'm lecturing one of the maknaes!" He argued.

"Don't worry, Oppa," I spoke quickly, hoping to stop them from arguing. "I'll work hard, I promise. I know you're just looking out for me."

"Good," he said before breaking into a little smile, patting my head. "you're a lot more understanding than the others. That makes me happy."

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