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[killshotbabe]

Title | Acquainted

Pairing | billionaire!Jaehyun x bodyguard!reader ft. NCT

Warnings | minors dni! slightly rude!Jaehyun, Jaehyun and reader “don’t get along”, use of swear words, brief mention of a bad injury (not to main pairing) sexual tension, solo masturbation, voyeur tendencies, fingering, face riding, choking, smut, slightly rough, unprotected sex (please wear protection!) creampie, slight breeding kink?

Word count | 4k (Got carried away oops!)

Song(s) | My All - Larissa Lambert (cover), Hopeless - Always Never

A.N | This was so goddamn long than originally planned but enjoy!

//

“Maybe you should leave.”

He suggested, cutting you off mid-sentence as you were explaining why it would better for him to take another route you’ve spent some time going over with the private personnel.

It had gone through the approval of your chief in charge as well having to have earned his full trust in the past but what you didn’t expect was for Jaehyun, your current boss in flesh, to reject your entrance and exit plans for the upcoming 50th charity ball he’s going to be attending in a few in two weeks.

The charity ball that was supposed to be tended by his father but after suffering what happens to be his third stroke, he made an ultimate decision to pass his head of position down to his only son, Jaehyun, who’s going to eventually earn it anyway by the time his father succumbs into old age and eventually die and be buried six feet under but due to his worsening health, Jaehyun officially took over.

Not one blinked an eye after such huge announcement has been made.

Some would say it’s a bit “pre-mature” you think, but it was the only right thing to do.

After all, no one wanted the Jung Empire to crumble into its last feet and from what you heard, Jaehyun is quite popular despite being the youngest from the line-up of old, obnoxious balding men.

It wasn’t like as if he preferred to live a different life — he had the option to do so, but he’s always wanted to follow his father’s footsteps since the very young age. He went from eavesdropping to his father’s meetings behind the door, and sometimes he would bring his toy cars into his father’s study and sit on the plush carpet as his father spoke to the phone, ball point always on-hand, glass of wine to the side. Jaehyun did this for as long as he can remember until they began to fit him into custom tailored suits to wear when he goes to his father’s meetings with him or without him which he had been tending to for the past few months, so this was not something new to him.

The new thing, though, was you being appointed his new private bodyguard due to the increasing tension coming from the outsiders who are threatened by Jaehyun’s sudden take-over. From what you do know, they have been keeping an eye on his father since the news of his illness (which the private sector has tried to keep in the shadows) leaked to the press, spiking gossips and rumours from nobodies. This also caused a major rift, threatening the future of the company Mr. Jung has been taking a great care of for decades, and even if he may be the nicest person in the world of business — he’s more prone to having enemies waiting for him to fall apart and now that Jaehyun has begun his long journey as the new head of The Jung enterprise, a new target has now been placed on the back of his head.

All was left is for him to try and dodge the bullet with your help, of course.

But that wasn’t going to happen easily — not when he’s not been a good sport to you.

At first, you thought he was just getting used to being the new chairman so you decided to back off and let him take a breather, but soon you find out he does have a rather mean streak and preferred to be alone and do everything alone. He doesn’t really speak to anyone at home too. You would see him chat with the head maid from time to time and maybe greet the security and other staff guarding his home but that was about it, he had no close relationship with them even if they worked with him and Mr. Jung for a while, which you find quite sad, but it was still none of your business.

You’ve only been here for around two weeks and you do reside in his home as well, but it did feel like you lived else where.

His luxurious house — composed of a total of four levels, shiny marbled floors and expensive hand-picked art adoring the wide plains of the black tourmaline walls felt rather strange to you. It was often quiet whenever you walked into the hallway at the dead of the night with the occasional swoosh from the french windows gracing your sharp hearing. You’ve only spent an ample of time doing security checks around his home but you haven’t been to any specific rooms even if you do memorize the entire floor plan and know which room is which, including the hidden underground bunker built into the house which you hope you wouldn’t end up using at all if shit does hit the fan.

Other than yourself, the security and the rest of the morning staff do not reside in his home but in a separate complex nearby so technically, it was just you and Jaehyun confined in such a huge space.

Mr. Jung lived somewhere else which you have been once or twice but compared to your first impression to both, you’d rather stay at Mr. Jung’s just because it felt like someone was actually living there and you don’t really mind the smell of tobacco. Here, at Jaehyun’s however, didn’t feel like that at all. You wouldn’t even know if he’s at home if the cctv didn’t notify you of his arrival (and your phone too because you can actually track his whereabouts) or until you see a faint light from his study or anywhere else really.

Jaehyun didn’t like keeping bright lights on so his house appeared to be more eerie and colder when the sun is no longer in the horizon. You got used to it rather quickly though. It was peaceful, maybe too peaceful for your taste but it’s better than sleeping at your old apartment where the next door neighbours would often fight, their harsh words penetrating your thin walls, and plus, the head chef and maid cooks great food. You couldn’t complain about that when you have been given the chance to not worry about any groceries anymore to keep you alive and kicking.

You like to think you’ve hit a jackpot since accepting this newly-appointed job: to be Jaehyun’s second eyes and iron shield and you thought it was simple but things were never simple.

Life didn’t work like that but at the very least, you’re alive and breathing.

At least I’m alive and breathing.

You chanted like a mantra as you forced a lump in your throat, still holding your ground in front of Jaehyun who made no effort to even took at you in the eye.

“Jaehyun.”

You try again, stressing that he needs to approve your plan before you can fuck off the premises which you’ve been wanting do the moment you stepped a heeled foot into his spacious study. If it wasn’t for the low murmur of jazz playing softly from the turntable close to his mahogany desk, you would’ve yelled at him by now but you chose not to.

You pride yourself as his main bodyguard and you didn’t want him to treat you like some doormat.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He flipped through a couple of pages from a stack of papers he’s been reviewing for God knows how long and there was more, but he kept it tidy and very organized, and yet you can’t help but feel his mind may not be the same right at this moment. “I said no.”

“You could end up in a bad situation. Had you not realize your enemies are trying to threaten you lately?” You say, tone coming off stern than how you’d like it to be. “Have you not been noticing the extra security we’ve been adding for you this past week?”

He paused, sighing and you think you may have won a little but if anything, you just pissed him off even more.

“Just do whatever the fuck you want, alright? Your job is to protect me so take it upon yourself and move. No need to run it by me.”

You fought not to grit your teeth, composure still straight. “Well, you could’ve just said yes to begin with. Easy as that and I would be out the door.”

“Your plan has too many unnecessary changes.” He began to type on the keyboard, still not sparing you a glance. “I don’t like it but whatever makes you sleep at night.”

“I’m doing this for you.” You reminded, ready to turn your back to him and out. “A simple “yes” would’ve been easy and I follow a protocol which involves me to ask you for an approval first. Like it or not, this is in my contract and you, out of everyone else here, should know. Have good evening, Sir.”

You found yourself out of his study just like that and made your way to your room wanting to take a cold shower after your useless exchange with Jaehyun.

When you were gone, all he did was lean his head over his leather seat, eyes fluttering close with an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.

For the next week ahead of the charity ball event he’s sponsoring as one of the main ambassadors, you stuck by him always walking three steps ahead to clear the area before it’s deemed safe for him to move. You and your team stayed alert and hot on heels, especially when there have been a surge of crowds garnering for him and it did nothing but bring stress to you and your team. Not only had the threats against him and his family empire had gone worse, but his own “fangirls” as well.

You thought it was over once you and Jaehyun make it back home until you found two young girls that couldn’t be younger than eighteen taking pictures of the car he has used on the way back from a meeting.

The meeting was short and it was his only schedule this afternoon so you didn’t tag along but still dispatched two personnel from your team to be with him so you can finish your annual report your chief wants you to complete before the end of this week. It was by chance actually — you typing away with the security panel on your other screen when a lone taxi drove by the gates two times. Anything more than that was deemed suspicious you had to watch carefully and soon enough, you found yourself outside with girls’ camera on your hand which you had confiscated.

You recognized one of them as one of the socialite’s daughter which you do consider as a major threat — The Chois were just as powerful but they haven’t been on their A-game lately especially when they’re competing with Jaehyun.

You drummed your hand on top of the taxi’s roof, peering closer to the girls who are now blinking owlishly at you. One of them looking like they’re about to pee their pants after seeing your gun holstered to your belt loop.

“Are you girls here to see Jaehyun? He doesn’t give autographs.” You joked, other hand sifting through the gallery of their DSLR. “Do you guys work for some damn magazine I don’t know about?”

“No—um we,” The bleached blonde one stuttered as you deleted all of the shots they got of Jaehyun’s. “We’re fans of his…”

“Well, what do you know about him?” You raised a brow, satisfied with your neat work but refused to give it back to them yet. “Last time I checked he’s just some really powerful billionaire dude… Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

The brunette smacked the blonde’s one knee, attempting to stop her from responding to you and further reveal why they’re here to begin with. She did know who you are and you being a total cutthroat by your poise and how you held yourself whenever you’re with Jaehyun and she was scared of you, truly.

“We… won’t be back here anymore. I’m sorry.” She begged, round eyes trying to make you feel pity even if you already know the way she behaved whenever she’s there on sight when she’s not supposed to. “Please give the camera back to us…”

But you didn’t make it easy. If it’s not for their family then it’s possible that they’re working with whatever media outlet is after Jaehyun too.

Nonetheless, you decide to give the camera back considering it wasn’t chipped or anything which you checked before you cleared all of Jaehyun’s pictures.

“If I see you two out here again, you better stop what you’re doing and if you’re working for someone, put an end to it.” You tossed them the camera with a glare. “I’ll let you go this time but I won’t next time, then you’ll wish you never met me at all.”

The girls nodded quickly, blood draining off their faces as they begged for the taxi driver to floor it. You wait until they’re out of sight before heading back, meeting Jungwoo, one of the security personnel, on your way in to the foyer.

“Just some girls.” You shrug. You do make a note to do some more research about them later though. “Is he upstairs?”

“Yeah. He said he was going to sleep so I’m leaving now and rot out there. Don’t tell him I stole an orange from the kitchen.”

He grinned, showing you the round fruit in his palm.

Jungwoo was a new addition too, but you do think he built a better relationship with Jaehyun considering the fact that you caught them joking around at one point and you think that wasn’t fair.

You couldn’t blame Jungwoo though. He’s super chill and smiled a lot unlike you with your permanent scowl embedded in your face. It did bother you from time to time, but your relationship with Jaehyun has gone to shit since the beginning (for a reason you don’t know) and you think it’s because he just doesn’t like having a tail following him around even if the nature of his work required one.

To this day, you have already accepted your fate when it came to him. You were here not become his friend after all, and you can tell he sure he feels the same way.

Work was work and you had a contract to fulfil until then. You weren’t here for the sake of having your feelings involved.

“Bold of you to assume he’d notice.” You smiled, sending him away. “Just help yourself whenever!”

“K! Have a good rest of the afternoon! Mark also says he’ll be late for security check!”

“Got it!”

Once you heard the front doors shut, you climb back upstairs and back to you room to resume where you left off. By 7:30 pm, you find yourself waking up from an accidental nap you took in the middle of conducting your report. You cursed and planned to do your finishing touches but not without a cup of newly-brewed coffee on your side so you find yourself in the main kitchen, helping yourself up when the head maid padded down the hall, calling your name upon seeing you.

“Have you eaten yet?” She halted just beside you as you stirred a spoon into your coffee. “You can’t be drinking that without eating anything? I made mushroom soup for dinner. Made steak too with potatoes.”

“Maybe later I will, thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you take a sip from your mug. “I just had a snack so…”

“You could’ve just joined Jaehyun earlier.” She whispered, teasing you with a pinch on your elbow which caused you break into a sudden yelp. “He looked really tense…Almost felt bad for the steak.”

You shook your head, placing your cup on the counter, folding your arms to mimic the head maid.

“Isn’t he always?”

“True, but he just looks lonely being alone there I keep wondering why you two won’t just eat together.”

You could only shrug, the visual of him sitting alone eating dinner in a huge table wracking your brain.

“We don’t get along.”

“Oh c’mon…” The older lady rolled her eyes at your predicament. “I’m getting real sick of watching the two of you avoiding each other like the black plague unless you’re out to chaperone him. We thought you’d would work especially when you’re around his age, and I know he can be a pain in the ass but why not try with him? This house is too damn big already.”

“You know I’m just here for work…” You murmur, letting her words affect you a little anyway because she was the only one who could sense how you really felt no matter how many times you voluntarily plunged yourself in denial.

You remember the first time they introduced you to him just a couple of weeks go.

It was on sunny day and the start of fall. You always liked fall because there’s always a positive shift in the air even if it slowly got colder. You like to think of it as letting go of the dead things you can no longer care, or hold closely to your heart that you’ve wanted to get rid of as your life went by.

From your old position to becoming Jaehyun’s bodyguard did raise a lot of new opportunities and new surroundings as it required you to move to his place. You were giddy and quite excited, wanting to leave you former apartment situated in busy area from not-so-good side of the city. The raise was also splendid— you think if you keep this position for one year you’d be able to buy a better apartment elsewhere and have a whole space for yourself and you know you will eventually get there.

But what you didn’t really expect was how rude Jaehyun had treated you since the beginning.

When you were introduced to him by your chief, all he did was nod and went on his day with you tailing after him as you shadowed his old bodyguard days before they were to be dispatched overseas permanently. It was nice when the bodyguard was there until you woke up in his shoes, now calling all shots and leading the whole team which had been exhilarating at first, but you knew your capabilities and thought highly of yourself, even if Jaehyun doesn’t really acknowledge or has ever initiated a conversation when you’re alone in a room with him.

You can’t really pinpoint what his deal was — you thought he might be misogynistic but that wasn’t the case. There were women in your team and he treated any woman no different like how he treated the rest, at least from what you noticed. You didn’t want to confront him about it as well seeing that it might just sound dumb and too far-fetched but your gut have been telling you there’s more to it. You just didn’t know how to approach him about it, not when he’s too busy and has other priorities to tend to than listen to what you have to say concerning your feelings.

He doesn’t even like the plans and changes you make for him regarding his entire safety, what more about how you really feel?

But you were still a human being and you know you will be treated as such so eventually, you’ll bring it up but not today, not anytime soon at least.

“And work it is…But try to get along, okay? I may not be here all the time but I can sense the sour atmosphere whenever I clean up.”

You chuckled, leering close to her. “Maybe it’s just the dead souls buried under the house trying to get your attention…”

“Hey, don’t say stuff like young lady! You know how superstitious I can get.” She backs off you, not liking the fact that you just brought up “ghosts”. “…Maybe I’ll sage the entire house the next time you guys are away again! Don’t want Jaehyun to smell it and complain.”

“I don’t think he’ll care. He hasn’t been to anywhere else but his floor lately.” You laugh, placing your hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder. “So do it anytime. I like the smell of it.”

“Fine, I will. Just because I like you like that.” She pats your hand, thanking you for your little massage before sending you off with your coffee. “And don’t ditch dinner!”

You make sure to eat around midnight, completely lost in you report.

You ate more than you could possibly take in one sitting but didn’t care if it was going to give you a stomach ache which you had attempted to sleep off, but around 3 am, you find yourself unable to go back to bed so naturally, you sat upright and leaned against your headboard, laptop on-hand and see if you maybe watch one of those scary indie games on youtube.

You found them weirdly comforting and often watched them but before you could put one on and have it lull you back to bed, the live footage of Jaehyun’s dim-lit room suddenly flashed into your screen in full-size.

You can’t help but panic a little since you were not supposed to watch him at such ungodly hour. You were given this specific access from hours 6-9 pm. That was the arrangement, but it didn’t mean your master access would disable the live feed during after hours. You have full control of it so it was all up to you, and it’s not like someone is actually keeping track of how many times you’d watch him, not when his room is only for your eyes and nobody else’s.

You were just about to hover your mouse to the top right corner of your screen and exit out of the window when he stirred in his sleep, calling your attention. Not even a couple of seconds later he, too, sat up and leaned against the headboard, mimicking your current position.

You raised a brow, feeling a little intimate with the current situation — he’s literally sitting there with his eyes closed and he had no shirt on, showing you what was hiding beneath his usual suit jacket.

You blinked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before you found yourself peering closer, unable to take your eyes off him and his bare skin riddled with great abs. You knew he did work-out but still…

“What the fuck am I doing…” You shook your head in utter disbelief, feeling like a total creep now. “I should probably go to sleep.”

You smack yourself on the cheek and tried to exit out of the window when your peripheral vision caught him slide his hand under his blanket, palming himself with closed eyes, a serene look on his face.

You suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Your pupils practically quivered when he parted his pretty lips just slightly so he could spit on his hand before rubbing his bare cock with it again and again for you to see, instantly making you snap your thighs together as you became more hyperaware of what he was doing in front of you. You tried so hard to look away from the screen, shut your laptop close and forget this ever happened but you simply couldn’t look away — not when he just pulled the comforter down to his knees, revealing his hard cock — standing upright, hypnotizing you to come closer and see which you did, jaw going slack upon realizing he was, in fact, big too.

You watched him give himself a few generous pumps before he laid back down, a half-grin on his face as he continued to fuck himself in his fist. You like to think he’d made a sound from what you’re seeing and it only did nothing but make you wet, your arousal already soiling your underwear as you forced yourself not to do anything about it at all. You think you should feel any ounce of guilt right now, having to watch a very private moment, but your head had gone to mush and you just couldn’t bring your hand to exit out of the feed.

He was too beautiful, fucking himself into his fist like that with a lazy smile gracing his face — the type of smile you’ve never seen him do in person.

Oh, you wished you’d be the one making him feel good like that..

As he rutted himself into his fist, on the way to reach his peak, you found yourself snaking your hand between your legs now spreading it wide in front of the feed. You swore at how incredibly sensitive and soaked you’ve become as you moved your thong to the side, biting your lip when you smeared your wetness all over your aching pussy before eventually sliding two fingers in, your eyes blown with nothing but pure desire as you watched Jaehyun attentively, slowly pumping your fingers inside you in the same rhythm he was going.

When he eventually did come, rewarding you with spurts of his cum landing on his toned abs, you did too, with your hand clamping around your mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loud.

He went back to bed like that, his expression so peaceful as you tried to catch your breath, your own wetness slipping out of your cunt and on to your bedsheet between your trembling legs.

You didn’t sleep that night.

The morning hours before the commencement of the charity ball, you begrudgingly delivered Jaehyun’s three piece navy suit to his study thinking he wasn’t inside but at the rooftop pool.

Much to your horror, however, he was in fact inside his study and he was shirtless with just some grey sweats hanging low to his hips, jet black hair combed backwards and still damp from the shower he just took. You almost dropped the neatly-wrapped black box onto the floor when he advanced to your side to retrieve his phone from his desk. You cleared your throat, backing off. “It’s from Prada.”

“Yeah, and you were supposed to pick them up, right?”

You stopped on your heel, halfway his wing already. You didn’t think he’d catch on to be honest. You knew you were supposed to pick it up for him but because you didn’t get any sleep, you ended up sleeping in for a couple more hours until Mark, one of the night personnel, knocked on your door to pass you his daily report after he couldn’t find you somewhere in the ground floor.

“I’m sorry. I just missed my alarm.”

You lied, hoping he would just let it go. You didn’t even think he’d care about it at all. It’s not like you overslept the entire day and completely forgot about your tasks today.

You thought about him last night again, a flush of warmth creeping on your cheeks but you fought to push those sinful thoughts away.

“Well, don’t be late next time then?” He turned his back to you so he can open the box and examine what’s inside.

You scoffed, trying to look away from his nicely-sculpted back muscles and proceeded to be on your way out when he suddenly called your name for the first time since the first day you’ve been appointed to be his bodyguard.

It caught you off-guard for a second there but you refused to provide him with any type of reaction when you spun around and met his eyes.

He has an unreadable expression on his face — something you couldn’t quite read but it did nothing but make your heartbeats pump faster than normal.

He leaned his hips to his desk, lean and muscular arms perched behind him to the flat surface.

“You have a good eye, do you?”

You raised a brow, trying so hard not to cast your gaze from his neck and down south, his grey sweats mocking you. It was the same one he wore last night.

“… Maybe?” You trailed off, not that confident like he presumed you to be with your chin high, eyes almost as dark as the evening sky and your signature red lipstick painted perfectly on your lips.

You somehow didn’t have that on today like the usual and your long black hair, always pinned and tied, just flowing smoothly on your back.

He sensed there was something off, but he liked the look you sported today. It made you look younger and innocent-looking.

He wasn’t going to lie, it did tickle his fancy.

“Then come by later and help me choose what looks good.”

You feel his wondering eyes scrutinize you for the first time, and you couldn’t help but stay still, not breathing at all until he turned around and disappeared into a corner of his study, leaving you stranded in the middle of it all.

For how many times you wished he’d learn to acknowledge you, you now sincerely hoped he never did because with the way he was looking at you just now, you couldn’t help but feel there is something else in those dark brown eyes.

Whatever it was, you think you wouldn’t be ready for it.

//

“We’re taking my route.”

You announce as you got on the passenger side with Jungwoo behind the wheel.

You’re on your way to the charity ball right now with Jaehyun on his phone, conversation seemingly boring but you still listened, taking notes.

He’s put on a patterned suit jacket instead of the navy one Prada brought for him and he looked too gorgeous in it like he always did but today, you think this might be your favourite look of his so far — jet black hair pushed back with a strand falling on his forehead, his neck adorned with a dainty silver necklace accentuating his regality… You were quite bummed you didn’t end up choosing anything for him due to an emergency meeting he had to be a part of when he was getting ready too so you chose to take your time getting ready instead, picking a total of three outfits you’ve laid to your bed before eventually gunning for the satin number in ivory.

You like to think you didn’t do so bad yourself too. If not, this has been the most dressed you’ve been for this type of occasion. You think you could get used to this at some point but it was still a little overwhelming for you.

You didn’t like being a part crowds reeking of nothing but money and gin, and chatting with any socialites at all even if you had to just because you’re Jaehyun’s bodyguard. You wished you had Jungwoo’s or Johnny’s post, only situated up the corridors hiding from plain sight to watch for any suspicious and unusual activity. You had to be more alert for it, but at least they stayed in the shadows unlike what you’re going to be doing once you and Jaehyun arrive to the ball.

“Don’t keep a long distance but stray closer to him, alright?” Your chief instructed at least two days before the event. “Just received a note from the sector and said someone from there might try to harm him, so be on the look out. I’m sending more back up in case.”

Saying you’re not that nervous might be an understatement.

You practically shivered on your way out of the car, cursing at the lack of clothing you wore for the event. You did have an option to wear slacks, but you wanted to wear a dress this time around since slacks was your regular uniform, and you wanted to look like you’d blend into this type of crowd as well, not wanting to stand out like a sore thumb (which you already do) but least you could do is pretend.

Pretend that you’re a socialite for once and what chief said, “Act like his equally rich girlfriend.”

“I’m off. Rendezvous in…three hours?” Jungwoo hummed as Jaehyun took off, leaving you with Jungwoo by the staircase. You scoffed. “And…he’s off. Ugh, tell him not stay here for more than three or i’ll eat my fucking fist.”

“Make it two and a half. I hate shit like this.” You sighed, waving him off. “See ya. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Ay-ay Captain!”

Midway into the charity event, you started to yawn as you watched Jaehyun having a pleasant conversation with a group of older men, some of them without an arm candy or if they did have one, they were from the overseas — all tanned and blonde with a variety of luxurious brands all over their outfit.

You thought they were rather tacky so you looked away, reaching for another flute of champagne to get rid of the nasty taste of some fancy snack you tried earlier. Something about an “escargot,” which caused Jungwoo to cackle devilishly from your earbud before translating what you just ate.

You felt like gagging, hating the thought of snails being digested in you right now but since you couldn’t leave Jaehyun alone as he continued his rounds to mingle with every damn guest in the room, you had no choice but to suck it up and hope the champagne can help get rid of the taste.

You could only stand there, watching everyone like a hawk before your gaze eventually fell on Jaehyun who was casually smiling to a girl dressed in dainty blue chiffon, accentuating her slim build.

She was cute, couldn’t be younger than him and she’s patting him on the chest now, getting a little brave with her manicured hands.

“Butter knife just arrived.”

You cupped the earbud plugged in your ear, still keeping an eye on Jaehyun.

“He’s here? Jungwoo, is he alone?”

“No… wait— Johnny says there’s one more coming from south. White van — fuck, it’s Sanchez!” There was a harsh whisper on the other side. “You have to get Jaehyun out of there.”

“He’s fucking surrounded with girls, I just— continue reporting to me I’m getting him out now.”

You suppress the panic surging through your veins as you slowly approach Jaehyun now being flocked around by female socialites right in the middle of the ballroom.

“I don’t think anyone is suspicious in the ball right now — Yuta said but just, yeah get him out. Chief found Sanchez being a part of the Amos cartel. He’s a fucking traitor.”

“Yeah, I know. They’ve been on the radar for days. They’re invited aren’t they?”

You stop by your tracks before you proceed, finding a small gap between several bodies you can snake through and hopefully get Jaehyun out of there soon.

“Yeah. They’re under that old bastard, Brekker, so leave. Jaehyun did his talk part anyway.” Jungwoo snapped. “Mark is waiting right in front of your exit, right behind Centennial. Go.”

And so you did, now latching a hand around Jaehyun’s wrist, pulling him out of the growing crowd and into you.

“Sorry, ladies. Judgment calls!”

He waved, a little tipsy as you dragged him towards your left exit and into the hall, not letting him walk on his own without you tugging his hand.

You whipped your head around, noticing Jeno one of the back-up posted up far away from your left. You share a brief nod before you proceed to one of the shortcuts which led to a narrow dim-lit hall, dragging Jaehyun behind you, his hand now clasped around your wrist.

“Wait, wait— slow down!” He half-yelled, unable to catch on.

“No, we keep going and I’ll tell you after. Just let me do this, okay?” He was about to say something else when you called Jungwoo, using your free hand to tell him to shut it. “Jeno’s on watch. Is Chenle okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that kid. Are you almost out? Should take you no more than two minutes.”

“Yeah,” You walked hastily as Jaehyun jogged beside you. “I got Jaehyun with me. Will be out soon.”

“Okay, okay great you’re almost there and — what? Who?” There was a murmur and a static noise interrupting you conversation which caused your brows to furrow but you kept going, the sight of one of the unused doors just a couple of steps ahead of you.

“Shit! Hey, you guys keep going. I’ll call you later.”

You blinked rapidly, free hand fixed to your earphone. “What? No — what the hell?” You grumbled but let it go as you made it out of the building with Jaehyun who’s now looking at you, noticing your worry but decided to leave it be until you found yourselves on the backseat of Mark’s car.

“Jungwoo just ditched me and I don’t know what the hell is happening inside.” You pushed Jaehyun to the side, your arm fixed to his lap as you spoke to Mark, now exiting the back alleyway and into a different route avoiding the main street. “You got any updates?”

“They’re saying one of Amos’ people got into the corridor.” Mark said, eyes focused of the road. “Chenle found him but he wasn’t alone. He should be fine though, I trust him.”

“But who’s on that floor? We made a last minute change just earlier.”

“Renjun — hey, strap yourself up though I’m about to speed so we can get off the intersection. Don’t worry about the guys.” He said rather sternly to try and get your mind off the gutter but something felt wrong and you can feel it in your gut — and you were always right.

“You have to tell me when Jungwoo’s on.”

You sigh in defeat, still quite tense when you felt Jaehyun tug your seatbelt for you, coaxing you to slide it without saying anything on which you eventually did. You were so glad he didn’t even bother interjecting but kept quiet, letting you and Mark talk and fill in the creeping silence.

You muttered a “thanks” to Jaehyun but made sure to stay alert until Mark gets any updates or maybe yourself, but for some reason you had a feeling it wasn’t going to come to you.

//

“There has been a break-in the corridor. Surveillance team are okay, and Chenle’s in the ER. Cops are on site. Had to get everyone out of there but no one sustained any bad injuries. Chief’s on duty and says you did a good job. They will control the press when this gets out.”

Mark closed the door behind him, eyes on his phone. You swore under your breath and started to pace around of the hotel room you had booked in advanced when something like this takes place.

You thought of Chenle and clenched your jaw, glaring at Mark.

“It’s not your fault. He just miscalculated. Assailant went for his leg.”

“With a knife?” You exhaled and sat back down, Jaehyun just on the other bed, gaze falling on you and a slightly nervous Mark who couldn’t help but loosen his tie. “Please tell me it was a damn knife and it wasn’t deep.”

“Yeah, a little deep but he’ll live. Hey.” Mark squatted now as he levelled with your gaze with his. “I promise I’ll update you but I’ve gotta meet up with Jungwoo and Johnny and check surveillance around the compound, alright?”

“Yeah… Go, I’m sorry but please, please update me about Chenle, okay?”

“Will do. I know he’s your fave just because he’s the youngest. He’ll be okay. Yeah? Mark smiled, tapping your knee attempting to sooth you. “If he finds out you were so worried about him it might get to his head so simmer it down and try to get rest.”

“Okay…”

You watched Mark leave into the hallway as the door automatically closed, trapping you and Jaehyun in a hushed silence.

It didn’t fully sink in that you were alone with him in one room until he voluntarily broke the silence, tiredness in his deep voice so evident.

“Who was it this time?”

You slowly twisted your torso to face him.

“Brekker.”

“I trust that he’ll soon find himself behind the bars by you, right?”

His eyes remained closed as you slowly found yourself tracing the outline of his black slacks and all the way to his patterned suit jacket, and finally, his peaceful riddled face — the exact one you saw through the live feed last night as he gave you a slice of heaven.

A scarlet hue spread on your cheeks. He looked like he just jumped out of photoshoot whilst you sat there, looking a little out of it, dress semi-wrinkled and with your lipstick drying out into the cracks, eventually making it ooze out some blood. You rubbed a finger across it, flinching from the sting.

“We’re working on it and trying our best.”

You say a little quietly as your ear perked up to his relaxed “hmm”.

You attempted to distract yourself from the sheer worry coursing through you, so you decide to get up and head to the en suite bathroom to wash the minimal make up from your face and only slipped out after a quick bath, wearing a spare night wear as you darted back into the now dim-lit room, seeing Jaehyun had already fallen asleep in the same clothes.

You could only exhale, feeling like you’ve been holding your breath for so long.

You gave him a slow glance as you occupied the other bed adjacent to his, sliding yourself further to the other side of your bed before you switched your phone on to read two new messages from Mark. Chenle was still okay, but he will have to be confined in the hospital for a few days due to a nasty blow he endured by the ribs requiring immediate treatment.

You sighed, texting him back and Jungwoo before you placed your phone back on the bedside table, leaving the yellow glow from the lamp next to you, gradually lulling you to sleep.

You woke up at 3 am, all parched so you went for a drink then back to bed. You couldn’t go back to sleep, however, which resulted in a series of rolls and turns trying to find a position you’d be comfortable sleeping at.

“Can’t sleep?”

You gasped, back fully turned from a sleepy Jaehyun lying somewhere in the darkness.

Was he awake this whole time watching and hearing you struggle?

“I think.”

You pulled your comforter over your shoulder, now awake, glazed eyes staring up the ceiling. You traced the victorian details on the ceiling above you as you hear Jaehyun move.

From your peripheral vision, you can see the outline of his arm, his long sleeve now rolled up to his forearm, making you clench your jaw.

“You’re still thinking about Chenle?”

There was a genuine concern on his tone, which surprised you, but after what happened today, you knew he couldn’t afford to make you feel like you want to shoot yourself in the head, and if he hadn’t, you’re not sure if you’d even let him sleep. You could fight him if he did try to frustrate you more but this wasn’t bad — the calm was good. It soothed you even if you felt like you were about to cry earlier because of what happened to Chenle, though you did keep in mind that this was your first.

Just as long as they’re safe…

“A bit.” You chewed on your bottom lip. “He’s the youngest… I think I’d go crazy if something happened to him.”

“But he’s okay. And that’s all that matters, right?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, your back still facing him.

You could feel him stare at you now and it did nothing but send goosebumps all over your skin.

There was a suffocating silence that seemed to last for eternity and you thought you’d be able to just force yourself back to sleep somehow until you hear Jaehyun talk again.

“You did a good job today.”

His words alone made you blink owlishly.

You thought you were going to melt right there and then and you, so badly, want to hear him say that again than deal with his usual condescending tone but you couldn’t be greedy.

“Do you hate me?”

You asked out of blue, seeing as this might be the only right time you could have a heart-to-heart with him. The both of you are stuck in one small space after all.

You didn’t need to find him and vice versa, so you went for it after a sudden bravery shot up into the surface.

But he didn’t answer.

You were about to repeat yourself again when he cut you off.

“Maybe.”

“Really?” You scoffed, tongue poking to the side of your mouth. “You never really acknowledge me, you know?”

He was quiet as you tensed up, continuing on with your little rant anyway now that you had suddenly developed the nerve to try to find out what his deal was and why he seemed to not be fond of you at all.

“Since the day we met… We don’t eat together…We live in one house and yet—“

“I don’t think you want to know.”

Upon hearing him say that, you pulled yourself up from your bed, fists falling to your side as you stared at him in the dark. You could make out his face and everything else. It didn’t even seem like he moved any muscle at all, so you allow him to bask in his short-lived peace before you stood by the foot of his bed, fury embedded in your eyes.

“Don’t you have some basic human decency?” You try not to lose it. “You treat every body else nice but when it comes to me…”

“Don’t start.” He warned, still laying down but he’s now staring back at you, his dark eyes penetrating yours in an endless battle you drew upon yourselves.

“I want to know why and you will tell me.” You declared, not taking what he said as a warning. “Right. Now. Jaehyun.”

“You really want to have this conversation right now?” He was back on his feet now, towering over you as he inched closer to you, a bite of sheer frustration and anger in his next words. “You just piss me off. I didn’t want you.”

“Did I even do anything to you for you to hate me?” You barked back, chin up high as you attempt to stand your ground but you soon found yourself backing away as he continued to advance, threatening to trap you. “I don’t get you at all! I’m the best from the recruits and I don’t care if you have little faith on me—“

“I don’t care if you’re the best.” He jammed a hand just above your head, caging you against the cold wall. “But your chief shouldn’t have given you to me.”

“Why not? God, just stop being fucking cryptic and tell me!’ You yelled, one hand pushing him off by his chest only for him to grab your hand and spin you around, your cheek meeting the wall with a small gasp knocked out from your chest as he locked your arm behind you.

“You’re a lot. Fiery and always held your chin high no matter what. Makes me want to mess you up a little.” He rested his chin on your tensed shoulder, his next words in a light whisper, and yet it had venom, poisoning your bloodstream. “Calling all the shots, bossing me around, trying to fight me while you look like this?”

You let out a wanton gasp when you feel his callused hand run up and down your inner thigh, his intoxicating, manly warm scent invading your senses.

You think you might have blacked out for a moment when his warm hand made its way to the curve of your waist, the soft material of your camisole being lifted by his fingers as he rubbed your bare skin, his darkened gaze attentive to the pleased expression you made for him.

“Jaehyun—“

“Do you understand now?” You feel his plush lips brush your nape, his hand snaking all the way up your skin. “I thought I could get rid of you without having to do anything, thinking one day you’ll just walk out and leave but you stayed. Then I catch you touching yourself in your room a couple of times because you couldn’t be bothered to shut the fucking door close. You know I’m home.”

You feel your pussy throb as he proceeded to grope your bare breasts, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. “You keep doing it so many times I was starting to think you’re fucking crazy.”

You genuinely thought he wouldn’t be able to find out knowing he doesn’t lurk in your floor — but now you know he does and maybe, there was always this sick fantasy you kept to yourself, thinking that one day he’d catch on and have it all figured out. It was only a matter of time until he can pin you to the wall like now, and have him ruin you when he hates you so much, might as well use that to intensify the obvious sexual tension between the two of you with no romantic feelings involved.

Or…was there?

“I think you want to pursue this for me to fuck you like I hate you, yeah?” He chided, a low chuckle gracing your ear. “Answer.”

“I—“

“What happened to being confident?” You let out a small whine as he palmed your clothed cunt. “If I find you wet, you lose sweetheart.”

He didn’t even let you speak as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, rubbing your clit in circles. You can feel the sudden rush of wetness ooze out of your pussy, soaking the fabric and you couldn’t help but groan, your face heating up.

“Jaehyun… Please…”

You moaned, struggling with the way he has pushed you further down, back arched for him as he continued to play with your pussy, the hard ridge of his cock in his slacks grinding on your ass.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes…” You huffed, any ounce of anger being replaced by pure arousal surging through every part of your body. You don’t even think you could say anything as you attempt to tighten your legs around his hand, not wanting to come right there and then when he hasn’t even plunged a finger or two but he didn’t waste time, cutting you off as he eventually pumped a finger into your pulsating cunt, earning a matching groan of relief from the both of you.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He grinned deviously as you cried onto your arm, muffling the loud moans trying to escape from your throat. “Bet you can come without me fucking my cock into you.”

“F-fuck!” You screamed, eyes clamped shut when he rammed his fingers into you faster, building a steady rhythm until your legs started to shake under your weight, already about to reach your peak when he noticed, cursing at the way you would repeatedly squeeze your walls around his fingers.

“Do you wanna do me a favour?”

He kissed the side of your jaw as you shuddered beneath him, mouth hanging open but no sound threatening to spill out. You thought he has successfully rendered you speechless as your gaze started to blur, teardrops sliding down your rosy cheeks from how good he was giving it to you.

“Sit on my face.”

You almost came on his fingers after he said that if it wasn’t for how fast he slid his fingers out of you to drag you to his bed.

You literally collapsed on his chest as you weakly spread your thighs a part, his strong arms helping you out as he urged you to hover on top of him before he slipped your clothes and underwear off, letting it fall on the carpet.

Once you braced your hands on the headboard, a pinch of hesitation wracking your nerves, you feel him raise his head willingly and push your bare pussy into his waiting mouth, sucking and licking your surging wetness from your pussy, feeling like you’re about to explode.

“Jaehyun— f-fuck, right there…”

You hissed, knuckles turning white on the headboard as he slipped his tongue inside your hole, fucking you with his jaw flexing, hands tight around your waist you were so sure he was going to leave a mark. You fucked his face ruthlessly, him being the most eager one who kept pushing you down and down until he his tongue jutted in and out, licking your slick walls before he lapped onto your clit, ultimately bringing you to the brink of an intense orgasm about to knock you down.

You came in his face in no time, a loud cry leaving your lips as you shuddered violently, wanting to get off his face due to over-sensitivity but he forced you to sit still, his plush mouth tasting the mess you’ve made for him, his free hand cupping his hard cock in his slacks.

You clutched your chest, unable to contain how fast your heartbeats were as you tried to calm down, sliding off him. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, eyes on you, his now moist mouth where your pussy has been, spreading into a contented smile which you lazily returned. You sat there, mouth agape as you watch him unzip his pants, palming his cock right in front of you.

“Come here.”

You crawled to him, his hand reaching out to trace your jaw, thinking he wants you to taste him but he shook his head, his dark brown eyes blown with nothing but carnal desire. He was going to give you the chance to suck him off, but he just couldn’t wait to fuck you, so he urged you to sit, hand positioning the pink head of his cock for you to sink into as you begin to tremble, getting more soaked at the sight of his cock being offered for you to use.

“I want to feel you,” He groaned into your ear as you lifted your ass and brushed your pussy on the head of his cock, letting it rub some off dripping wetness all over your pussy before you carefully sank in, whimpering just halfway in. “Good girl… You can take it.”

Once he was fully in, Jaehyun sunk lower to his pillow, bringing you with him so he could fuck you relentlessly in this position, disabling you from doing anything else but rest on his toned chest and have him fuck you hard as he pleased. You arched your back, one hand fixed to the headboard as Jaehyun thrusted into you, causing you bounce up and down of his cock, his sweet mouth latched on one of your breasts, sucking and biting your nipple ever so lightly.

“H-harder… Fuck, Jaehyun-n!”

You drove your fists to his pillow as you and him shared an intense gaze after he sucked onto your breast and let go. He bit his lip, in complete awestruck with the way you were losing it for him like a good girl. You almost cried yet again from how fierce he was looking into your eyes when he reached out to grab the base of your throat, lightly pressing to the side and choking you as he drove his cock harder and faster, simultaneously hitting your g-spot too to bring you into another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Fucking cum.” He said between gritted teeth as you tilted your head backwards, tears sliding down your face, his cock disappearing in and out of your cunt, the muffled loud noise of lewd squelching between your bodies bouncing off the walls, disrupting the quiet at such ungodly hour. “C’mon pretty girl…Fuck yourself on my cock just like that, yeah? Good, good— fuck you’re so good to me…”

You rode Jaehyun harder, panting as you met his own thrusts, nearing to the edge until you felt something snap in you.

You screamed into your open palm, free hand locked around his wrist choking you when you came for the second time, trembling around his cock, squeezing him until he pulled out, about to ask you where you’d like it when hastily slipped his cock back into your pussy once again, leaving him no choice but force him to spill inside you.

“On pill.”

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling his cum slide out of you and into the base of his cock.

You watch him arch his back with a deep groan, his hands flexing on your waist as you slowly lifted yourself off him only to leave a trail of open-mouthed kiss down his toned abs until you’re just inches away from his cock. You didn’t even let him stop you when you licked the leftover cum from the base of his cock, not wasting any drop which caused him to grab you back up, his thumb wiping some off your lips and slipping it into you mouth for you to swallow.

“You’re fucking nasty. I guess I do like you.”

“Makes the both of us, don’t you think?”

You feel him circle a hand around your waist as you laid there with him, naked, eventually joining him under the covers.

“I agree. What do you think the head maid would say if she knew?”

“That her manifestation worked…? Jaehyun you should know this things. She’s into crystals, for God’s sake.”

//

“So far, it’s all clear. We’ve enhanced the security everywhere so I think it’s okay. It’s up to Jaehyun though if he’s good with staying at one of the rotational houses within the perimeter. Of course, you’d have to move with him too but you can take one of the personnel with you. We’re gonna have to suspend his public schedules for now until they finish the investigation. “

“Great.” You sighed as you padded down the white-washed hall with Mark, getting sick and tired of the strong antiseptic scent of the hospital. “Watch out for Chenle, too. He looked like he wanted to pluck his IV drip away and fuck out of here.”

“He did want to try it many times, but will do, and hey?”

You spun around as Mark gave you a brown envelope. You tucked it into your purse as he scratched the back of his neck, lips all pursed.

“What.”

“Make sure you don’t have the earbud activated when you’re alone with uh…Jaehyun.”

You blinked, a little confused until you felt your face go in flames, swearing at Mark and then playfully whacking him on the shoulder.

“Whatever!” You rolled your eyes, starting to bolt into a different direction to catch the elevator as Mark broke into a high-pitched laughter, giddily waving you off.

“I won’t tell chief! But I think you gotta buy Jungwoo some condolence wreath!”

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Curious Gazes: The 79th Venice International Film Festival featuring Dad!Harry

venice looks!

harry_lambert wants to message you!

A gasp left Chiara’s mouth as she stared down at her phone. The notification must have been a glitch, apps glitch all the time…right? Why would one of the most important stylists message her? All her worrying had her nibbling on her lip nervously.

She had to find out what he wanted. Swiftly her thumb swiped to accept the DM to reveal Harry Lambert’s message to her. Her heart leaped out of her chest once she saw three long paragraphs on her screen.

Dropping out of college to become a freelance makeup artist wasn’t something she planned on doing. Being in debt over school had her worrying about every little thing so she ended up quitting her third year at NYU.

Her parents did not take it well at first but over the years they’ve learned to support her makeup artist job, thankfully.

“Holy…sh—“

The blonde slaps her hand over her mouth as she continues to read the messages over and over to check if her eyes are deceiving her. Why would someone this important want to work with her? Even his client wanted to work with her…wait who was his client anyway?

In a hurry she taps to get onto Harry Lambert's Instagram page but her shitty Wi-Fi stops her.

With a groan Chiara stands up frustratedly and starts to walk in circles. Before giving up on her Wi-Fi she stubs her toe, stuffs her face with marshmallows and even makes crappy popcorn on her stove.

When her internet goes out she either falls asleep and prays it will be back on when she wakes up or she uses her neighbor's Wi-Fi. She would’ve used her neighbors connection but they’ve already yelled at her countless times for slowing down their internet.

So the most sane thing to do was go to a cafe and use up all their free Wi-Fi.

Harry Styles, Florence Pugh, Emma Louise Corrin, Alexander Skarsgård and even Y/N L/N. She almost let out screams at each picture of the celebrities and had to remember she was in a cafe full of people. Swiping back to her direct messages she clicks on the most recent one that had her in shambles.

Hii Chiara I’m Harry Lambert and I was wondering if you are free the first week of September? Me and my client would love to work with you…

Too jittery to read everything the hundredth time, her shaky hands type out a response. It took her about 20 tries to type a decent message without making it seem like she’s freaking out—which she still was doing.

Once she hit send, she shoved her phone in her back pocket apprehensively and rushed out of the cafe nervously. It felt like she was in highschool and just sent a risky text.

Instead on waiting on a message, Chiara does a bunch of things to distract her but nothing could take her mind off of Harry fucking Lambert messaging her.

While her hands were covered in clay and thinking about the business opportunity she may have, she felt a buzz in her back pocket. Almost instantly she shoots up from her seat and turns off the pottery machine. Everyone else in the room was too busy to notice a blonde rushing out of the building with a towel wrapped around her hands.

“Yes!”

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Harry Lambert just gave her his and Alessandro Michele’s phone numbers for confirmation. The amount of excitement she felt was insane, never in her 22 years of life has she felt this giddy. Everything was finally turning good for her.

-

If you would’ve told her she would be getting on a private jet with Harry Styles and Y/N L/N, Chiara would’ve laughed in your face. But watching Y/N L/N and Harry Styles help their children out of their Range Rover through the jet window had her mouth hanging open in shock.

First of all she would’ve been fine with a regular plane ticket, yet Harry Lambert told her Y/N and Harry insisted on having her join their plane ride to Venice.

Oh yeah…she was going to Venice precisely to do Y/N’s makeup for The Venice Film Festival. She absolutely lost her shit of course. She never imagined doing someone’s makeup for one of the most prominent film festival’s yet here she was sitting on a jet seat.

While people were still boarding—none of them being the acclaimed couple—Chiara recognized some as the people that were on Y/N’s social media feed, she knew one of the guys sporting a backpack was Harry’s manager and the other being his photographer, Anthony.

She didn’t know how she was going to handle this for two whole days, hopefully she wouldn’t weird anyone out with her talkative persona.

“Excuse me Ms?”

The makeup artist looks up to find a flight attendant beaming down at her. As the blonde was going to give the air hostess a smile, she stopped herself.

Her eyes widened recognizing the person standing in front of her. Out of all people, why did her high school tormenter have to be Harry Styles’ stewardess. The girl that tortured her every single day when she was a teenager was stood right in front of her face.

The only thing she wished to do at this moment was disappear but she couldn’t, her body stayed put in the jet seat.

“Julie?” Chiara furrows her brows trying to sport the nicest smile ever. She didn’t know why her mind was telling her to play nice, she just hoped that ‘Julie’ or ‘Julia Calloway’ changed for the better. Yet she knew that wasn’t true once she saw a sour look crawl onto Julie’s face, the same sour look she saw everyday in school.

As the stewardess was about to respond to the makeup artist a bunch of people started to talk. Both of their attention swiftly diverted to the couple making their way inside the jet with their children.

It was like their prayers had been answered.

“Uh I got to go!” Julie says rushing away, not waiting for the blonde's response.

Chiara lets out a sigh of relief as she watches the air hostess greet Harry’s manager Jeffrey and Harry Lambert. The amount of industry people getting on the jet made her palms sweat. She had to hold her breath at Alessandro Michele revealing himself behind Tommy. The creative director of Gucci was here—she was in the presence of the creative director of Gucci.

But the next individuals made her freeze in her chair.

One Direction was big in her childhood. She always regretted not going to their concerts before they broke up and went solo. Though she knew going to their shows didn’t compare to being in the same vicinity as Harry Styles. This felt very unreal to her.

Harry had his arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist while his other arm held up a carrier—who Chiara assumed held their daughter Inez. A little boy stood in front of the couple and quickly darted to one of the jet seats followed by his backpack dragging behind him.

He must’ve been Beau since he looked exactly like Harry, he truly was his twin like everyone said. It felt illegal looking at his son without a strawberry emoji covering his face.

The makeup artist didn’t expect to get greeted by the mother but she did and it made her shoot up from her chair. She didn’t want to be rude to the person that offered to take her on their private jet with them.

“Chiara right?” Y/N smiles as she glances at Harry placing down the carrier on a seat next to Beau.

“U-uh yes! That is me.” Chaira says enthusiastically and quickly regrets her peppy tone but the woman standing in front of her just smiled brightly. “Sorry for being this excited at six thirty in the morning—“

“Hey, no it’s fine!” Y/N reassures the blonde which makes her grin. “Harry is a morning person so I’m used to it.”

Just as Chiara was going to speak, a loud cry came from the carrier. Harry, who looked stressed out—and definitely not like a morning person—swiftly picked up his daughter. Looking at Chiara, Y/N nods politely and excuses herself to the row across from her. Almost instantly she swoops up Inez in her arms which quiets her cries. Just the way her daughter stopped crying when she picked her up showed how she was such a good mother.

If Chiara even held a baby or got near one they would cry. Y/N had amazing mother abilities.

With people still getting situated on the jet, the blonde tries not to stare at the couple keeping their children entertained with a few stuffed animals and coloring books. She knew both Inez and Beau were going to grow up beautifully, they had great parents that would do anything for them.

Even though she hasn't greeted Harry yet, she was aware of him being one of the nicest celebrities ever.

Watching Harry and Y/N’s team get everything into place before takeoff was interesting. Jeff looked excited as he kept talking to Lambert about the couples outfits, Tommy was typing away on his phone most likely making sure everything was together when they arrived to Venice, Alessandro moved to sit with the beloved couple and their kids—which almost made Chiara scream—and Anthony was taking pictures of the morning sunset through the plane’s window.

This team went together perfectly.

As everyone was in their own conversations, Chiara noticed Julie looking at her with squinted eyes. Though before anything happens, the pilot announces takeoff and requests everyone to shut off their devices. Once she turns off her phone she looks up to find the stewardess gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, she lays her head back on the seat and decides to take a nap to avoid her tormentor.

It was just her luck.

-

The jet jolting made Chiara curse under her breath. She didn’t know why she was tired for some reason. Hopefully she could sleep more before—

“And we have arrived in Venice. Enjoy your stay folks.”

Shit.

Looking around, Chiara finds everybody grabbing ahold of their items, most likely getting ready to leave the plane. In the corner of her eye she sees Jeff and Tommy move forward to help Harry and Y/N with their luggage.

Right as she was going to pull out her suitcase, she sees a bunch of security making their way out of the airport and to the jet. About seven or eight men stood by the stairs of the plane, patiently waiting for the next celebrities they needed to guard.

Just the way Harry, Y/N and their kids needed that much security made her suck in a breath. Tomorrow was definitely going to be hectic.

Now with her suitcase in hand, the makeup artist stands up and waits for everyone to make their way out of the plane. As she stands by waiting, she makes eye contact with the person who she was dreading the most. She didn’t know what the red head was up to—hopefully she wasn’t up to anything.

Quickly looking away from her, Chiara makes her way to the woman that gave her this job and offers Y/N if she needs any help with anything. But before she could respond, Harry butts in with a shake of his head.

“It’s fine I got it. Thank you though.” Harry tells her, smiling. As he was about to walk down the aisle, he quickly rushed back and grabbed Y/N’s tote bag that was clearly holding a lot of things. That action made her kiss his cheek before he rushed off with Jeffrey and Lambert.

“Sorry that Harry hasn’t formally introduced himself. He’s really jittery and worried about the whole red carpet situation.” Y/N softly smiles at her hired makeup artist.

Red carpet situation?

“Sorry to ask but…red carpet situation?”

She could tell Y/N was hesitant to answer and that made her nervous, yet the woman walking up behind the mother of two made her heart beat—even more faster than it already was. Not wanting to talk to the flight attendant, she quickly dismisses herself to Y/N and tells her she will see her when they get off the jet. Once she receives a smile and a nod she races down the aisle.

She’s not going to put herself through hell, again.

With the help of another flight attendant, Chiara makes it on concrete with her suitcase. Moving to stand next to Lambert, she watches Harry race back inside the jet.

“Amazing, huh?”

Turning her head, she finds Alessandro Michele staring down at her. Being under his stare made her want to cry and run away but she stayed put and nodded. How does one talk to the creative director of Gucci?

“Yes. I can’t believe this is still happening.” She says with a smile. “I’m so honored to be apart of this team.”

“Well get used to it. Y/N seriously adores you which means you might be permanently apart of her and Harry’s team.” Alessandro playfully nudges her, making her smile grow.

For about fifteen minutes she stands there with the biggest grin ever, Harry however now appears at the top of the stairs with Beau in his hold and a small backpack—most likely Beau’s—slung over his shoulder. Before making his way down the jet stairs, he glances back at someone who turns out to be Y/N holding their daughter. She gives him a smile which makes him begin to walk down the airstairs with his son in his grasp.

As they make it to the last step, Chiara realizes the couple changed their outfits including Beau and Inez.

Harry now had a deep purple blazer over the green/pink Gucci cardigan he already was wearing beforehand and blue jeans instead of the grey sweats he previously had on. Rather than the Love on Tour hoodie and biker shorts, Y/N now was dressed in a purple sundress that had an open back and switched up her Adidas for a pair of white sandals.

What Inez and Beau had on almost made the makeup artist awe out loud. Both were in purple like their parents but Inez had on this ruffle dress that had her fingers playing with the fabric and Beau wore these white trousers paired with a shirt that had a flower printed on it.

“Cutest family ever!”

“Bellissima!”

-

“Please come, I really want you there.”

“I really don’t want to sit in a room full of reporters and paparazzi.” Y/N pouts playfully making Harry breathe out a laugh. “I will be here once you get back. I promise.”

Harry sits on his knees for a couple more seconds before nodding slowly. Standing up, he slightly bends down and places a kiss on Y/N’s forehead.

“Alright darling. I’ll see you when I get back.” Harry smiles nodding at his fiancé. Once Lambert opens the door, Jeffrey walks out of the hotel room followed by Tommy, Anthony and of course Harry. Yet he stops himself in the doorway, blowing Y/N and his children a kiss before getting pushed out by his stylist.

Chiara smiled at the couple's interaction. They both were so cute together that it made her wish she had a relationship like theirs. She had read about the two being each other’s soulmates and thought it was all bullshit—since every celebrity couple broke up within 10 years. But there was something about Harry and Y/N that just proved they were going to be together forever.

As Y/N moves to the bed where her children were watching a Disney movie on her iPad, Chiara decides to start unpacking her makeup supplies. Being in a room alone with Y/N soon to be Styles and her kids made her anxious—though after Alessandro words from yesterday repeated in her head, she realized she had nothing really to worry about.

The amount of products the makeup artist brought was insane but she wanted to be prepared for any look that Y/N wanted. Doing an A List celebrity’s makeup for one of the most prestigious movie festivals made her bite her lip trying to hide her excitement.

“I’m almost done setting up the station, I just need to go grab your clothes from Alessandro’s room.” Chiara turns to the mother looking down at her children with a smile.

“No need getting the clothes from his room, I’ll have Harry pick them up on the way back.” Y/N softly shakes her head which makes Chiara’s tense shoulders drop. This Y/N woman was amazing. The majority of the people she worked with were just plain rude to her. Yet here Y/N was giving her fiancé the tasks that were given to the makeup artist.

“Thank you, seriously. I don’t even know where the room is.” She smiles making Y/N laugh.

-

Right when the tv lights up with the press conference, both Y/N and Chiara get situated on the couch while Beau and Inez stay seated on the bed, playing with their stuffed animals. The blonde was still surprised when Y/N asked if she wanted to watch the conference with her.

The cast one by one gets introduced as they walk in. Chiara notices a small grin on Y/N's face when Harry nods and waves. She yearned for a relationship like theirs.

“Look at daddy guys!” Y/N points to the screen which makes Beau smile. He whispers something quickly to his sister making her look up to the tv. The amount of features they got from Harry was baffling. Green eyes, dimpled smile and curly haired all reminded the makeup artist of their father. You could immediately tell they were apart of the Styles family.

It was cute the way the two siblings interacted. Most famous children acted like brats which she hated to admit, but it was the truth. Beau had even greeted her and the team the first minute he walked in with his parents and sister. He had way better manners than most adults and that said a lot.

As the press conference continues on, Y/N and Chiara’s stay seated on the couch watching the cast answer questions. The blonde sat beside the mother of two could tell she was growing annoyed at the questions being asked—specifically to Harry.

Where is your fiancé?

How does Y/N feel about the sexual scenes in the movie?

Is your fiancé pregnant again?

When are you both getting married, have you set an official date?

Now Chiara understood why Y/N didn’t want to attend the press conference with Jeffrey. The press was truly invasive.

“Shit. I don’t know how we’re gonna bring Bee and Nez.” Y/N mumbles to herself standing up. With furrowed brows the makeup artist stops herself from asking anything. Maybe that was the red carpet circumstance she tried to bring up earlier. “I don’t think you know about the whole situation for the red carpet…Do you?”

“I think you were trying to tell me yesterday but we both got interrupted.” She shakes her head making Y/N nod.

“Well, H and I decided to take Inez and Beau to the premiere with us. But I’m afraid of how paparazzi and fans will react.” Y/N sighs leaning back onto the couch arm. Chiara widened her eyes at that news. The Styles children had their identities hidden ever since they were born and them making a debut at the premiere sounded surprising—very surprising.

The blonde felt for the mother. She must’ve been so stressed about bringing them to the film festival with her and Harry. The amount of press, fans and paparazzi probably had her nervous about the whole situation.

“I think it’s going to be fine.” Chiara reassures Y/N. “Harry is really protective over you three.”

“That he definitely is.” Y/N smiles glancing at Beau bonding with Inez. She just needed to be reassured by Harry that it was all going to go well. Bringing their children to a red carpet event had her palms sweating. But attending the premiere with Harry calmed her nerves because she knew he would protect her and the kids, like he always has done.

Nobody really knew about Beau and Inez attending since Harry called it top secret. Not even the makeup artist on the team knew until Y/N told her just a few minutes ago. This was definitely going to be a surprise to everyone.

Once the conference ends, Y/N decides to start getting ready since the premiere was happening in less than two hours.

With Inez in her lap and Beau distracted by a Disney movie playing on the television, Y/N discusses a bunch of makeup looks with Chiara. Going through the makeup artist’s camera roll had the mother wanting to do about ten different makeup looks all at once. Finally, after about changing their mind multiple times, they both settle on a 60s inspired look

Sharon Tate’s iconic eyeliner was the inspiration for the look and Chiara couldn’t be more excited.

-

Watching Y/N swipe pink and blue glittery eyeshadow on Beau’s eyelids was the most adorable thing ever. When the little voice interrupted Chiara doing Y/N’s makeup and asked if he could wear makeup too, it made her heart melt. So of course Y/N traded her seat for the floor and let her son take her seat with his sister.

Now with a giggly Inez leaning against her brother’s chest, their mother hovers over them with an eyeshadow brush while Chiara stands next to her holding about five different eye shadow palettes.

The makeup artist loved the way Y/N let Beau express himself especially as a child. She was just an overall amazing mother.

“Hmmm…more pink.” Beau lisps looking at the mirror Y/N was holding up for him. She smiles nodding, dipping the eyeshadow brush in the pallet Chiara was holding up for her. Adding more pink color to Beau’s eyelids had Y/N grinning like a proud mother.

“You look so handsome, my love!” The mother says making Beau beam.

Just as Y/N stood up, the hotel room door opens revealing Harry dragging a rack of clothes followed by his team. The sight made Chiara’s eyes widen. Y/N actually told him to get the clothes she was supposed to get. Y/N truly was a godsend.

With the help of their mother, Beau and Inez quickly jump down from the chair and rush to their father. Almost instantly Harry drops down to his knees and holds open his arms. Once the two children were in his hold, a huge smile grew on Harry’s face. You could tell he loved and adored his children. Just the way he dropped everything to hug them was so cute.

“Oh! I love your makeup Bee.” Harry smiles lovingly which makes Beau grin ear to ear.

“Mama did it!” The Styles child says making Harry look up and make eye contact with his fiancé. Y/N bites her lip suppressing a smile.

“Mama is just the best right?!” Harry giggles ruffling his son's blonde hair. Beau nods agreeing with his father. The makeup artist almost let out an awe at the moment. Both boys were so appreciative of Y/N, it was the sweetest thing ever. “And look at this little cutie in her pink robe.”

“Gucci!” Inez’s high pitched voice shouts. Y/N laughs shaking her head, Harry just had to teach their daughter how to say Gucci.

“Yes, darling!” Lambert cheers as he unwraps the plastic that protected the clothes hanging on the rack. Chiara loved this environment. It was the most positive space ever.

As everyone begins to get ready for the premiere—Y/N continues to get ready. Clothes are starting to be laid out, Anthony is rearranging all the cameras he was going to take and Jeff makes sure everything is in order before the time arrives for the event. Everything seemed amazing in Chiara’s opinion.

While Y/N finishes getting her makeup done, Harry is sitting right by her legs playing with their children. The amount of stuffed animals the two brought overseas was insanely cute. Watching the family interact genuinely made a smile appear on the makeup artist’s face. Their type of bond was the strongest ever, not like those types of celebrity families that just acted like a fake family in front of cameras.

Just as Chiara is finishing up the makeup look she notices Harry’s hand laid on Y/N’s thigh as she messes around with his rings—including his extravagant engagement ring. The couple’s sweet little gestures made the blonde believe in the word love again.

-

“Baby could you help me put my gloves on?”

Chirara widened her eyes at Y/N walking in the room with both children perched on her hip. She looked stunning in her blue gown, so stunning that it made Harry stand there with his mouth slightly ajar. The makeup artist couldn’t blame him though. Y/N took her breath away too.

“Yes, darling.” Harry smiles helping her place their two already dressed kids on the couch. Once the parents made sure Beau and Inez had nothing around them that could dirty their pretty outfits, Harry grabbed the gloves hanging from the rack. Chiara quickly recognized the blue suit Harry had on was the same suit Beau was wearing and the gown Y/N wore was the same as Inez’s gown.

They were all matching—the father and son were matching and the mother and daughter were matching. That was just so fucking cute.

Watching Harry help Y/N put her gloves on was the sweetest thing ever. He would look up at her to make sure he wasn’t hurting her and when she would nod, encouraging him to continue he just smiled. It was just the little things that had Chiara wishing she had a relationship like theirs.

After Y/N has the blue fabric on her arms, she and Harry then switch to put Inez’s gloves on. The smiley baby showcasing her gums had no clue what her parents were rolling on her arms and she did not seem to care. Once the blue gloves are on Nez’s chubby arms, Harry slobbers a kiss on her cheek which makes her giggle.

Right as Jeff announced the boat was waiting for the couple and their children, Harry bends down onto his knees—which makes Lambert suck in a breath—grabbing Y/N’s blue heels and slips them on her feet.

That action had Chiara’s mouth drop. Y/N didn’t even ask him to put her heels on. Nobody was a gentleman like Harry was. He treated his fiancé and kids so well.

Beau jumping around in the same shoes Harry had on—white boots with a red heart printed on the side of them—looked adorable. The little boy definitely was a clone of his father’s. The curly hair, green eyes and dimpled smile was all from Harry.

“Let’s take a quick shot of you guys!”

Anthony holds out his camera as Y/N and Harry pose for the photo with Beau and Inez in their grasp. When Anthony gets about a dozen pictures of the family, everyone begins to get ready to leave. Before he makes his way out of the hotel room, Harry whispers to his photographer to send him all the photos he took.

Now walking out of the hotel room and into the elevator with everyone had Chiara’s nerves growing. She couldn’t imagine how Harry and Y/N were feeling.

It takes a few seconds to get to the lobby and once those lift doors open, the couple holding their children walk out followed by the team. Ironically the hotel had a distance to The Venice Film Festival which meant they had to take a boat and then a car to get to the prominent event.

And it didn’t help the fact that they were about twenty minutes late.

-

“They said he’s not coming.”

Ludo widens her eyes as she slips her phone in her back pocket. Leaning on the barricade railing she replies to her friend. Harry Styles was not coming to his own premiere?

“I hope he does.” Ludo says glancing back at the red carpet that has the cast of Don’t Worry Darling circling it. The amount of people that were behind the barricade were waiting for the familiar musician. Yet there have been rumors of him not going to attend.

Just as she was hearing whispers about Harry not showing, a car pulled up to the red carpet. Even though it could be literally anyone, people began to scream their heads off. Right as the car doors open revealing the person everyone waiting for, the screams multiply and grow louder. This was the moment Ludo was here for.

Though, watching Harry round the car and opening the opposite vehicle door made her confused as well as everyone else. People in the crowd began to murmur about what he could be doing.

But once the crowd saw a child in his arms, they all began screaming more than they did before. Yet nothing could’ve prepared Ludo for this next moment. A hand grabs onto Harry’s as he helps them get out of the car, when the teenage girl saw who was wearing the blue gown and platform heels, she gasps covering her mouth with her hand.

Y/N L/N was holding her daughter Inez who was wearing the same gown she was. Seeing the mother and daughter duo matching made Ludo let out an awe. Even Harry and his son were matching!

With an arm wrapped around her waist, Harry and Y/N began to walk down the red carpet with their children. It was insane seeing the Styles children faces without a fruit emoji covering their identity. Ludo was in shock at the way Beau looked exactly like Harry. The little boy had the same green eyes and smile—they even had the same dimples. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Inez too! Even though she was still a baby, she carried a lot of Harry’s features like her big brother did.

“Is Beau wearing eyeshadow?” Someone cries from the crowd. That sentence made everyone began to scream all over again. Looking at the Styles' child with squinted eyes made her realize he was actually wearing pink and blue eyeshadow—sparkly eyeshadow. He looked so cute wearing the bright colors on his eyelids.

As Harry puts down Beau, Y/N puts Inez in his arms after she was making grabby hands towards him. Now holding her son's hand, Y/N follows Harry further down the red carpet where the cast was hanging out.

The amount of camera flashes going off was crazy. Paparazzi were trying to get every angle of the Styles family as well as fans.

Everyone begins to smile and laugh at Inez grabbing Harry’s sunglasses off his face and attempting to put them on herself with her chubby little hands. The musician grins helping his daughter slip on his pair of Gucci sunglasses. Watching the two interact was literally the sweetest thing ever. Even though they had cameras on them, the Styles family seemed to be in their own little world.

Now with sunglasses covering up the majority of her face, Inez gives a gummy grin to Harry which makes the cameras go off wanting to catch the father and daughter moment.

As Harry and Y/N finish taking photos with their children, the four of them begin to get interviewed. Even though Ludo couldn’t hear anything, she could just tell Harry was so happy, giggling over something Y/N was saying. They looked so content with each other.

She had read online about the two being such an amazing couple and seeing them in person just supported that statement. Watching the Styles family interact was literally the most wholesome thing ever.

After their quick interview, Ludo notices Harry’s manager guiding them to the cast ready to take photos.

Y/N tries to walk away with the children but Harry’s arm wrapping around her waist stops her. He whispers something in her ear and points at the cast. Even though the couple and two children already walked down the red carpet, they were going to be in the cast photos—even when they weren’t apart of the Don't Worry Darling cast.

Looking at Y/N greet Florence was the best thing ever. Both of the women looked so excited when they saw each other. The gleam in their eyes as they complemented each other was seriously the cutest thing ever. And when the blonde saw the Styles children her smile widened.

Ludo could see Florence shout oh my god before picking up a giggly Beau. The boy smiles, wrapping his arms around Flo’s shoulders. They both laugh about something together which makes the cameras go off, once again.

The cast now began to get situated to take the final photos of the day. Florence had Beau in her arms as she stood next to Y/N who had Inez in her arms also. Harry went to rewrap his arm around his fiancés waist as he swiftly kissed her cheek which made a smile grow on her face.

The Styles family was truly admirable, everyone loved them.

-

Luna didn’t know why she decided to work for a partying catering service. It was always the rich assholes throwing parties and treating their servers like crap. But if you wanted to get paid on time and earn tips, you just had to smile and nod at whatever people said.

Nonetheless she didn’t expect Y/N L/N to throw her fiancé, Harry goddamn Styles a party to celebrate his new movie that’s coming out quite soon.

She had known Y/N was the most beautiful woman ever and seeing her in person made her mouth go dry. The black dress she was in hugged her body perfectly—and her heels, her heels were to die for. Everything about her just seemed perfect.

Watching Harry and Y/N walk in with friends had Luna’s palms sweating. She literally just went to his shows a few months ago and owned a bunch of his merch. Is she a fan? Of fucking course she is. That’s why she had to go into the kitchen to quietly freak out.

Once she’s calm and collected, she grabs her server plate and heads to the bar. Passing by celebrities seemed insane to Luna. Alessandro Michele, Gemma Chan, Chris Pine and even Florence Pugh had her sucking in her breath. This wasn’t like the old money parties rich men usually threw, this was a celebrity party and it made her more nervous than anything.

A loud childish scream makes her glance up from the drinks that were getting poured. Seeing a little boy with curly hair sitting on top of Harry’s shoulder was the cutest thing ever. She didn’t realize the little boy was Beau until she noticed his dimpled smile. Her smile dropped as she took in what he looked like.

He was literally a miniature Harry Styles. The Me Myself & I + Gucci sweater he had on just proved he was Harry’s son.

“Hey Lu.” Ricky, a server greets his coworker. “Do you know if that woman is single over there? She dropped this cloth on the way—“

“This is a baby’s bib which means she’s not single.” Luna shakes her head looking down at the bib. “And who are you even pointing at?”

“Well not anymore—“

“Who? So I can return this for you.” She cuts him off, making him point his hand at Harry’s direction. Following where he was pointing she widens her eyes.

“That lady in the black dress.” Ricky mumbles, walking off before Luna could scold him for not knowing about Y/N L/N being engaged to Harry Styles. He was the type of guy that had birds for brains.

Walking over to the Styles family hanging out with their friends made her palms sweat and knees weak. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation she tries to slide the fabric onto the table but a man with a familiar cross tattoo on his hand looks at her.

What does one do when Harry Styles looks at them?

“S-sorry my coworker said your fiancé dropped this.” Luna stutters, making Harry smile gratefully. She glances at Y/N sitting in his lap engaging in a conversation with Florence. The blonde actress had a baby in her lap—who was most likely Inez—wearing a blue strawberry dress that reminded her of Harry’s Harryween costume. She’s soon come to the conclusion that it was his costume, just a mini version of it.

“Thank you for returning this. My fiancé was looking for it.” Harry smiles, grabbing the bib off the table.

After nodding and smiling politely, Luna turns around and thinks about the interaction she just had with her favorite singer ever. She will be forever thinking about today.

-

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Thea Proctor (Australian, 1879-1966)

Alethea Mary Proctor's life as an artist encompassed more than half of the twentieth century. Born in Armidale in 1879 to parents who were soon to divorce, she weathered a disrupted childhood and a choppy education before beginning art study under Julian Ashton in Sydney when she was sixteen. At the Ashton school her fellow students included George Lambert, with whom she was to be closely associated in public and private over the next thirty years. In 1903, burning with a need to learn to draw, she travelled to London, where Lambert and his family were established. She became one of his favourite models, a regular in his household, and his pupil. Although she was desperately poor, her beauty and livery nature allowed her to meet many of the leading figures of the fin de siecle art world, and all her life she was to carry with her the modernist precepts and influences she absorbed from figures such as Clive Bell, spectacles such as the Ballets Russes and exhibitions such as the post-Impressionist show at the Grafton Galleries in 1910-11. Aside from a return to Australia in 1913-14, she was to remain in England throughout her twenties and thirties. Upon her return to Australia in 1921, which coincided with Lambert's, she immediately came to occupy a significant role in Sydney's volatile art world, and to disseminate her very strong ideas on modern art, interior decorating, fashion, costume, ballet and matters of taste in articles, lectures, formal classes, sketch clubs and at all conceivable social and artistic events. Strikingly beautiful, she never married, but supported herself into her eighties through art alone. She lived in a tiny rented flat in Double Bay, but until the early 1960s she was also able to maintain a studio in George Street, where she had lived before World War 2. In the inner city and the Eastern suburbs she became a familiar figure as immaculately dressed in brilliant purples, fuchsia and petunia shades she made her stately progress, parasol in gloved hand, seeking out the beautiful. (source)

The scenes of female intimacy in many of Proctor’s works have always been open to lesbian and queer readings. Women gaze intently at each other holding unfurled fans or proffering roses, symbols associated with female sexuality. Proctor moved in queer circles in Sydney in the 1920s and 1930s and was a valuable ally. JS MacDonald, the Art Gallery’s extremely conservative director from 1928 to 1936, wrote in 1934 of ‘the emergence of numbers of what the Americans call “pansies” … They rule the art world today, and, unless real painters speak up for themselves and right art, the women and their near-men abettors will ruin both.’ (source)

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[shy-urban-hobbit]

Modern au - Vesemir royally screws up by driving Aiden away.

“Aiden.”

“I’m sorry Lambert. Please believe me I am so fucking sorry, but I can’t keep on like this and I’m not going to be the boyfriend who makes you choose between me or your family.”

“So your making the choice for me. Real fucking nice.”

Aiden gave him a sad, teary smile as he threw his duffel bag into the trunk of his beat up, third hand car, ��Your family’s everything to you, Pup. Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t regret cutting ties with any of them.”

“You’re family too!”

“It’s been made pretty clear time and again that I’m not and never will be as far as certain people are concerned. I love you Lambert, but there’s only so many times I can take being made to feel like some lowlife criminal every time I interact with your dad.”

Lambert felt his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth when he realised that he couldn’t even argue that. As he had when he and Lambert had first started dating, Aiden had been upfront about the shit he’d been involved with when he was younger and new to trying to fend for himself after ageing out of the system when the conversation at their first meeting had turned towards questions about his family and childhood. Ever since, Vesemir had taken every opportunity to weaponise it against the younger man - despite the fact that Aiden’s life could very well have been that of any of his own sons had fate played out differently. Lambert, Geralt and Eskel had been some of the lucky ones in the Care Kid Lottery. Aiden, not so much.

Every time, Lambert had asked him to give Vesemir another chance, promising it would be different this time (it had taken him awhile to warm up to Jaskier too, and he was a god damn ray of sunshine) and every time, Vesemir had made him a liar.

Aiden moved his arms awkwardly, looking like he was trying to decide if going in for a hug would be a wise idea until a couple of tears finally fell. He wiped them away hastily as he stepped back, opening the driver’s side door, “Goodbye, Lambert. I wish you every happiness.”

Lambert could only stand and stare as his every happiness drove away down the dirt track.

He heard the front door creak open followed by multiple pairs of footsteps, because of course they couldn’t even let him get his heart stomped on in private – they’d probably all had their noses pressed to the kitchen window. Jaskier was stood shoulder to shoulder with Geralt, looking like he was making a huge effort not to start crying himself while his brother was grim faced. Eskel strode towards him, giving him the same heartbroken look as he had when Lambert was newly seven and had casually informed them he’d never gotten birthday presents before.

“Shit, Lambert.”

He went to pull him into a hug which Lambert immediately ducked away from, “Don’t Esk. Just...fucking don’t .” He pleaded, voice breaking as he stomped back towards the house, jabbing a finger at Vesemir with a snarl as he did so. The old man had yet to react to anything that had just transpired, despite being the cause.

“I am never going to forgive you for this.”

Vesemir sat hunched over in his customary chair by the fireside, elbows resting on his knees as he stared into the tumbler of vodka he’d been nursing as his little granddaughter, Ciri, busied herself making popcorn garlands at the table. It had been over a month and he’d yet to hear anything directly from Lambert no matter how many times he tried to call or how many texts he sent, with any necessary replies being sent to him through either one of his brothers or Jaskier.

He turned when he heard someone clearing their throat pointedly.

Speak of the devil.

Jaskier stood slightly awkwardly, eyes darting between the man and the girl, “Ciri, why don’t you go see how your uncle and dad are doing untangling those lights?” It was flimsy at best but Ciri didn’t seem to notice as she darted off, too caught up in the excitement of Christmas preparations.

Vesemir held the bottle out to Jaskier in a silent offering as he took the chair opposite, “He said he’ll come, but only for Ciri.”

Vesemir sighed through his nose. That was about what he’d expected, “How is he?”

Jaskier bit his lip, “No change really. He still misses him and I...”

Vesemir raised a bushy eyebrow expectantly as he waited for Jaskier to carry on.

“I don’t think that’s going to stop any time soon.”

Vesemir shook his head, “Why does that boy have to be so stubborn? I tried my damn hardest to stop them all from heading down that path and then he goes and throws himself head first.”

“Sir?”

Vesemir downed the rest of his drink, “Do you know how many people see those in the system as easy targets for criminal activity? They purposefully prey on kids who are lonely, desperate for acceptance.”

“Kids like Aiden?”

Vesemir looked up sharply, Jaskier looked for all the world like he hadn’t intended for that to slip out. He took a deep breath before continuing, “With respect, while I think it’s incredibly sweet you’re still looking out for them, Lambert’s a grown man now and Aiden’s had no issues with the law for the last decade or so.”

“That still doesn’t mean he’s good enough for my son!”

Jaskier held up a finger as he started tapping away on his phone, “I remember you thinking the same about me at one point.”

“And what made me change my mind about you?”

“I think the fact that I wasn’t Yennefer turned things in my favour in the end. I don’t know if it’ll change anything but, perhaps you should look at this. Please.”

Lambert took the proffered phone. It was a candid picture of Aiden and Lambert, sometime late in the summer from the looks of it. They were stood in each others arms, smiling softly and looking absolutely besotted, their heads so close together their foreheads were touching and seemingly oblivious to everything else happening around them. Was this how they’d been when he wasn’t around?Vesemir felt his chest clench as he recognised the look in the picture, it was one that had passed between himself and Luka too many times to count before...

Good God, what had he done?

Vesemir knocked smartly on the black painted door for the third time. The apartment building was nicer than he’d expected and he instantly felt shame at his assumption that Aiden would be living in some rat infested hovel. He heard the click of a lock and inwardly winced at the sight that greeted him. Aiden eyes were sunken and puffy, as if he’d been crying himself to sleep before falling victim to insomnia, his clothes were dishevelled and Vesemir found himself wondering when the last time was he’d eaten a proper meal. Nevertheless, he drew his shoulders back and met Vesemir’s eye, even if he did have a death grip on the door knob.

“Jaskier gave me your address. Can we please talk?”

Christmas Eve came around far too quickly as far as Lambert was concerned. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to seeing his niece and brothers but the thought of long periods of time with Vesemir right now was already mentally exhausting him. He grit his teeth as he threw the last of his things into his overnight bag, it would be fine. It was just two days, and if he needed a distraction God knew Geralt wouldn’t be able to assemble and find correct batteries for all of Ciri’s new toys single handed. It was just two days. He could do this.

Lambert sent up a prayer of thanks that Vesemir wasn’t there when he arrived in the late afternoon, Geralt informing him that he’d just gone out to grab some last minute things and had instructed them to make a start on preparing dinner.

Dark had well and truly fallen, the food was almost ready and Geralt was half threatening Ciri, Jaskier and Eskel with coal in their stockings if they sang ‘grandma got run over by a reindeer ‘ one more time (Lambert might have been partly responsible for that and had zero regrets) when the tell tale beams of car headlights flashed through the kitchen window followed by Vesemir elbowing his way through the door, a neatly wrapped present under each arm.

“Seriously dad?” Geralt sighed, “Ciri’s going to be getting enough from Santa tomorrow without you adding to it.”

“Why should Santa get to spoil my granddaughter? Lambert, there’s one more back in the car. Run and grab it please.”

Lambert rolled his eyes but conceded at Geralt’s ‘Don’t start’ look.

“Happy Christmas, Pup.”

The smallest breath of wind could’ve knocked him over at that moment. Aiden was leaning against the side of the car, arms crossed as he smiled shakily at Lambert, “Vesemir came to see me and we talked. Really talked. He apologised and promised I’m welcome here from now on. If you want me here, that is.”

Lambert all but ran to him before sweeping him up in his arms and into a desperate kiss which Aiden eagerly returned, clinging to him.

“I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too, you have no idea how happy I am right now. Mainly because Vesemir was my ride so, kinda would have made for a very awkward Christmas if you’d said no.”

Lambert yanked Aiden’s hood down over his eyes with a laugh, “Dork.”

Jaskier had let out a whoop of delight when Lambert led Aiden into the house, followed by Lambert and Vesemir sharing a brief bear hug in silent apology and the start of forgiveness and when they weren’t eating, Aiden’s hand was firmly wrapped in his.It was perfect.

“Aiden?” Ciri piped up from opposite him, all wide eyed innocence, “Do you know grandma got run over by a reindeer?”

Aiden quickly took in the smothered laugh from Eskel, Geralt’s eyes turned heavenward, and flashed Lambert that impish grin he loved so much, “You know Ciri, I’m not sure I do. Remind me, how does it go?”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: Expensive

*not my gif*

A/N: I have said many times before that I write what I am currently struggling with. Hence this fic. Please do not judge or leave hateful comments. Enjoy!

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“Oh, I got an email,” I say as I pull my phone out when we sit down in the hotel room. “From who?” Harry asks as he sits down on the bed next to me. “School. My cost estimation papers. So I can figure out exactly how much money I will owe them when I go back. In case you didn’t know, college is expensive.” “That sounds… fun?” he says in response. “Eh. not really. But it is usually quick. However, I want to shower and go to bed. It’s been a long day,” I say, and then scoot towards the edge of the bed to stand up. “You’re telling me,” he says with a laugh, and stands up with me. “Care if I join you in the shower?” he asks, pulling me into him. “You know I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say, and then stretch up to kiss him, before smiling and pulling away. “You have to catch me though!” I exclaim, and then sprint away.

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“Did you know that schools change their prices every year? And never in a way that means the price went down,” I ask as Harry sits down next to me. “I did not know that. Are you looking at how much you owe for school this coming year?” he asks, and I just scoff. “Yeah, I am. And it’s stupid. I’m not sure exactly how much the price was raised, but I know it did. And now, what I pull out for my private loan to pay for school is going to be higher than it has been any other year,” I say, and begin to feel my eyes watering, and make a decision that I don’t want to do this right now, not in front of Harry. “No. I’m gonna do this later, not right now. Besides, I’ve got a month and a half before I go back. This can be dealt with after the tour ends, when we’re just chilling at your house. Besides, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your concert? And I need to change into my concert outfit.” “I think you look good right now,” Harry says, closing my laptop and setting it off to the side. “Thanks H, but A I’m in biker shorts and your sweatshirt, I’m not wearing that to your show where all your fans dress up and look super cute. And B Lambert told me what your outfit looks like tonight, and I bought a dress and some boots that almost match it.” “Well why didn't you say that to begin with? Go change!” Harry says, and shoves me off the couch. “Geeze,” I say with a laugh, stumbling a bit and then going to stand in between his legs. “You haven't even changed yet. Why should I change first?” “Because if I change first I’ll have to go do the final sound check. But if I’m not ready yet then I can't go yet,” he replies, looking up at me through his eyelashes. “What if,” I start, and then choose to sit down on his lap before finishing. I get really close to him and then whisper in his ear, “we both go to the bathroom and change at the same time?” He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss, before standing up, lifting me up with him, and carrying me bridal style to the bathroom where both of our outfits are, both of us cackling the entire time.

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“Hey,” I hear Harry say from the other room as I stand in the bathroom washing my face. “Hang on, I’m almost done, I’ll be right in,” I say, and quickly rub moisturizer into my skin before flicking off the light and heading into the room part of the hotel room. “What’s up?” “Well I was thinking about how you were filling out your school paperwork earlier, and I had an idea,” he says from where he sits on the bed, his arms behind his head as he watches me walk around the room, gathering my pajamas and the scrunchie I pull my hair back with every night. “Oh yeah?” I respond, stopping at the foot of the bed and starting to change my clothes. “Yes. And it is very simple. I pay whatever you owe for school this next year,” he states, very simply, and I yank my sleep shorts up my legs, settling them on my waist. “No,” I say, walking to the edge of the bed and climbing on before (very un-sexily) crawling towards where Harry is resting, and handing him my scrunchie for him to put my hair up. “No?” he questions as he gathers my hair into a ponytail. “No. If you do that,” I start, and pause to move when I feel him stop messing with my hair, coming to sit next to him on the bed. “If you do that, then all of your fans and everyone in the world will think I am only with you because of your money if it gets leaked that you did that. I don’t want to live with everyone hating me,” I say, and Harry sighs and pulls me into his arms. “Besides, one day when we get married,” I continue, not wanting him to think I’m telling him no forever, “if we get married, my debts will be your debts and we’ll both owe shit tons of money to various places in the United States. And you can help me pay them back.” Harry chuckles and pulls me into him. “Okay. I’ll take that offer. But,” he says, and pulls away so he can look me in the eyes as he says it. “But, I want to do your monthly payments on your private loans. I mean you said that they aren't that much anyway, and this way I am helping you out in some way. I love you, and I hate seeing you so stressed out about money, when I have enough to help you out,” he tells me, and then pulls me in for a kiss. I smile into our kiss and when we pull away I laugh a little. “I love you. Thank you for being willing to do this for me. But maybe we don’t tell many people. Just those who need to know, like Jeff, and your mom and Gem. I’m still worried that your fans, and other people out there, will just think I’m a gold digger if it gets out that you pay for some things for me,” I tell him and he nods his head in agreement. “Need-to-know basis. Got it,” he says, and pulls me in for another kiss. “Babe, I love you,” I say when we pull away. “But I’m also exhausted. Are you ready t o go to bed?” “Yes, of course. Let’s go to sleep,” he says, and then pulls the covers up to where they are covering us, before lying down and pulling me into him.

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“Okay,” I say a few days later, sitting in the dressing room in Warsaw with Harry. “I have officially finished this step of filling out paperwork for school, and finished the first step I can do for filling out a loan request for what is left to be paid for the year.” I close my laptop and stand up, walking over to my bag is and placing my laptop inside. “What happens then?” he asks from the bathroom where he is messing with his hair. “Then, once it is approved, I have to fill out more paperwork for the school to show that I am accepting the award information,” I tell him as I walk toward where he stands in the bathroom, leaning on the doorway and just watching him. “Award?” he asks as he finishes messing with his hair and turns towards me, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch, sitting down and then pulling my legs to rest over his lap. “Award is what they call any amount of money I’m “given” so to say. So when it goes through the school and they say “yeah she needs this money”, then I’ll get an email where I have to accept the money, and then I’ll be done for the summer. When school starts the loan company will disperse my loan to the school, and then I start making monthly payments of interest on it.” “I, start making monthly payments on it,” Harry says, exaggerating the I. “Righ, you start making monthly payments. Right now my other three are only about $70 a month, but with the addition of this one it will be around $95-100. Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him, reaching my hands out to take his in mine from where they had been rubbing at my calves. “Yes, I’m sure. I want to help you. Besides, $100 is chump change to me honey,” he replies, and then pulls me into a kiss. When we pull away, we just rest our foreheads together and enjoy the other’s presence.  After a few minutes there’s a knock at the door, and Jeff peeks his head in. “Hey guys,” he says as I lean back to the other end of the couch. “H, you have ten minutes to places. Y/N, we should probably head out to the seating area.” “Oh, okay. I’ll be right out,” I tell him, and Harry nods his head, a signal that everyone has come to know as “you got it”, so Jeff ducks back out of the room. “You’re gonna do great tonight bubs,” I say to Harry as I scoot closer to him, and then climb onto his lap. “Just like you do every night.” I lean forward and kiss him, and he grabs onto my hips, keeping me from pulling away. “H,” I whisper, slightly out of breath from the kiss, as he starts to kiss down my neck. “H, I have to go out to my seat.” He sighs and kisses me on the lips one more time, before letting go of my hips. “Go, before I cancel the show and just take you back to the hotel room,” he says, playfully shoving me off of him. I stand and grab my phone from the coffee table, and my VIP lanyard off the vanity, before heading for the door. “I love you. And I’m thankful for you. Break legs tonight baby,” I say, and blow him a kiss before heading out the door. As I close the door behind me I see Jeff standing there shaking his head. “I thought I was going to have to come pull you out of there,” he says as I walk up next to him. “Oh shut up, dad,” I say, voice completely laced with sarcasm. “Let’s go watch this concert.” He laughs and throws an arm around my shoulders as we walk out into the crowd.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader

[christopherlightwoodchasm]

Hawk/Tim Playlist

I have spent the past week perfecting my Fellow Travelers playlist and I wanted to share it, but my spotify is private, so here's the list of songs. I've categorised everything based on either episode or time period so that the whole thing is in chronological order to match the plot

1952/Episode 1

Cool - Troye Sivan

One of Your Girls - Troye Sivan

You Turned the Tables on Me (Anita O'Day version)

It's My Party - Lesley Gore

1952/Episode 2

Mad About the Boy (Adam Lambert version)

Bulletproof - La Roux

Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine

1952/Episode 3

Lurk - The Neighbourhood

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Doris Day

I Wanna Be Your Slave - Måneskin

1952/Episode 4

Last Christmas - Wham!

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell - Lincoln

Carry On - Fun.

1953/Episode 5

Rock Hudson - Kelly Clarkson

Worst of You - Maisie Peters

What a Heavenly Way to Die - Troye Sivan

Fun - Troye Sivan

Postcard - Troye Sivan (this is actually in reference to episode 8)

1957/Episode 8

Hot and Heavy - Lucy Dacus

Last Dance - James Blunt

1968/Episode 6

How I'm Feeling Now - Lewis Capaldi

It's Been a Long, Long Time - Harry James & His Orchestra

Love in the Time of Socialism - Yellow House

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

1979/Episode 7

Losing My Religion - REM

Somebody to Love (Troye Sivan Version)

Just Can't Get Enough - Depeche Mode

Time After Time - Lauv

Him & I - G Eazy

1980s (before episode 8)

The Great Pretender - Freddie Mercury

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

Futile Devices - Sufjan Stevens

1986/Episode 8

Head Over Heals - Tears for Fears

Stop Making This Hurt- Bleachers

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

also, it's called 'a tall glass of milk' on my Spotify, which I think is iconic

#fellow travelers #hawk and skippy #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #skippy #matt bomer #jonathan bailey

[inexplicifics]

Oooh!

💖

Aiden/Lambert

Please!

Aiden has never actually gotten to run around in the woods before. He’s a city brat; none of his foster parents were ever interested in taking their gaggles of wards out into the wilderness, and the Cats certainly didn’t do field trips.

But living with Lambert provides all sorts of new experiences, including getting to wander about in the forest preserve which runs along behind the back border of Vesemir’s sprawling farm. According to the Wolfe pack, it’s a fairly tame preserve - maybe a couple of bobcats at worst - but it’s certainly wild enough for Aiden.

Lambert is leading the way, of course, looking just as at home here as he does in the gym, or on his motorcycle, or in the garden behind the townhouse. He’s alert and wary but not worried, and that means Aiden can relax and concentrate on just absorbing the sights and scents and sounds of this new environment.

Finally they reach a little hill; it’s not a bad hike, maybe five minutes of effort, and then they’re up high enough that they can see a fair little ways out over the forest. There’s a single tall tree with broad branches at the top - Aiden thinks it might be an oak, but he’s still working on plant identification - and Lambert spreads the blanket he’s been carrying out in a flattish mossy patch between two knobbly roots and flops down, pillowing his head on his crossed arms and looking like he ought to be on a magazine cover, or possibly starring in one of Aiden’s better dreams.

“Used to spend whole days out here, sometimes,” he says, beckoning Aiden to join him. “Did half my homework here, actually. Quieter than the house.”

“With all of you at home, yes, I would imagine so,” Aiden says, considering his options and then lying down on top of Lambert, grinning when Lambert grunts softly but doesn’t object.

And, well, it is quiet out here; the usual noise of the city is entirely absent, replaced by birdsong and squirrel chatter and a distant rat-a-tat Aiden thinks might be a woodpecker. Quiet and weirdly private for being out of doors. And Lambert does look like something out of a particularly good dream.

Aiden kisses his lover.

Lambert makes a surprised little sound and then his hands come up to cradle Aiden’s head and draw him closer, and their legs tangle together, and he deepens the kiss ravenously.

Aiden moans and tries to get closer - not really possible, not with both of them clothed, but still, he wants - and Lambert rumbles a low, hungry sound in response and rolls them halfway over, pinning Aiden against one of the tree’s roots and slinging a leg over both of Aiden’s to keep him there. Aiden attempts to writhe, not very successfully, and grabs at Lambert’s shoulders to try to pull him even closer, and makes undignified whimpering noises as Lambert kisses him deep and devouring and wonderful there among the tree’s dappled shadows.

They’re a little late to dinner, and Aiden has a hell of a time getting all the little bark fragments out of his hair, and it’s absolutely worth every bit of teasing, because he can reach up and touch the new hickey low on his throat, just barely covered by his shirt-collar, and replay every glorious moment of Lambert’s hungry kisses and the bright sharp green scent of the forest and the birds singing their little hearts out like they were feeling even a tiny fraction of Aiden’s own brilliant joy.

(Or here on AO3)

#questions answered #ask meme #heart asks #snippet #out of the night au #aiden #lambert

[lonelycowgirls]

Harry and Stellaween

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stellaflorals LEAK OF STELLA'S HARRYWEEN COSTUME via dolly_malonex

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itslucyy she's jessica rabbit!!!!

starrylove his very own bunny 🐰❤️

novalove13 Stella's first Harryween?!

frankie_oliver11 boring 🙄🙄🙄

harrysgirl she's so beautiful tho guys 😭😭

↳starrylove brb throwing myself off a bridge

harryflorals 🌼

sideboobrry she kinda ate

yasfullman harry going feral somewhere rn

larry4life wouldn't a real couple match? 🤔

stellerrrr god bless @dolly_malonex

↳lauraloo21 she stays feeding us 😩

31 October 2022

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harryflorals THE BACK OF HARRY'S SHIRT SAYS 'HARRYWEEN'! via fernsrrylou

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harrytheone this picture will be studied one day

florence_oliver_ HARRY LAMBERT I TAKE EVERYTHING BAD IVE SAID AB YOU

starrylove stella gets this man every night

↳just.nia SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERY NIGHT SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERY NIGHT SHES GET-

tbslamber just saw stella walking to the tech box!1!!

tbslamber she looks amazing

↳larrysinlove FAKE

↳corinne_styles how can it be fake its been like 10 years 🤣🤣

andreaashley wonder if the gf likes the black hair

31 October 2022

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harryflorals "You've come as... Jessica Rabbit? Yes? Yes! I got it! That's proving to be a very popular costume this evening." HARRY POINTING OUT A FANS COSTUME AT HARRYWEEN via babyhoneymonique

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starrylove stella punching the air somewhere 🤣

↳larrylove that's what you get for having no creativity or originality

heatherbrown he was so cheeky with Stella tonight! When he said this he kept glancing towards the tech box and winking

↳charliebennett our king of subtlety

↳harrystella18 he just loves to wind her up and I love it

giovanna_rodriguez stella was so drunk tonight we could hear her singing from the tech box behind us!

harrytheone whoever wore the same thing as his gf won tbh

trinawong but who wore it better @harrystyles?!!

31 October 2022

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harry_update More of Harry on stage for Harryween last night! via pia321234

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rina_gee Stella liked!!

court_xo Stella liking this is so me coded

stellerrrr if only Stella's account wasn't private 🫠

rowanelizabeth Stella screenshotted this for sure

tbslamber he is beyond hot

itslucyy I mean how am I supposed to go on with my day after seeing this

dee_rizxx stella liked omg omg she's creeping on fan accounts????

1 November 2022

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stellamallone Throwback to Halloween 2018 because I'm missing my spooky soulmate @dolly_mallonex

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dolly_mallonex miss you my girlie! Harryween is calling my name! 🦇

annetwist gorgeous girls ❤️

harrystyles was this grim's party?

↳stellamalone nah, corden's

↳harrystyles ohhhh yeah

hannahparker this lewk stell 😍

↳stellamalone miss you Hannah! 🫶 we must catch up soon

↳hannahparker absolutely

1 November 2022

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scottysakamoto "Harry, you actually have Halloween weekend off for once, we're going to a haunted house. Whether you like it or not."

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niallhoran ten quid that chair will end up in your house mate

dolly_mallonex Don't lie to yourself, H! We all had so much fun, good to have you back on the dark side ❤️

benselleymusic on the beers Stell, good girl! 💪

↳harrystyles you don't have to carry her home

↳stellamalone two pint Stell is OUT OUT 😘

roxannedrake come through leather trousers 👏🏿 miss your arse @stellamallone

↳stellamalone I'm coming Manny soon babes, we need a reunion asap 🫶

28 October 2023

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stellamallone no Harryween but we're still gonna party 🎃

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hannahparker yesss

Angel_212 killerrrrr, missing my night shift gyal

↳stellamalone back in less that 48 hours 🙃

dolly_mallonex the dark bride 🕷️😍

annetwist Have fun tonight you lot. Be safe ❤️

harrystyles Out with the sole breadwinner. Drinks on you x

31 October 2023

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Happy Halloween. Only short but hope you love.

For more from this universe, click here.

Nel xo

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram

[dftea]

Ravelled and thinned

Accidental Warlord AU (@inexplicifics): Aiden/Sasha, hurt/comfort

[read on AO3]

And then it comes over him, an overwhelming wave of rage and vengeance, sweeping him away from Sasha and reality and everything good and beautiful in the world.

or

Aleksander is hurt on the training ground. Aiden loses it.

When the obstacle course explodes, Aiden only makes it halfway across the training ground before Sasha falls.

Shouts and Signs fill the air, as the Grassed trainees fling up their Quen shields to protect themselves and their humans from the falling debris. 

But they’re between him and his Sasha.

He doesn’t know how many he knocks down, how many feel the cut of his knife, but then he’s holding a blood-soaked Sasha in his arms.

There’s a jagged spike of metal through his sweet pup’s chest. He tries to form words, to shape Aiden's name, but all that comes out is blood.

He’s saturated in the smell of Sasha’s blood and fear.

And he cannot watch him die in agony, not like this.

He pushes Axii into Sasha’s head and watches him still, his face slack.

And then it comes over him, an overwhelming wave of rage and vengeance, sweeping him away from Sasha and reality and everything good and beautiful in the world.

When he comes back to himself, he is face down in the dirt of the training yard, Lambert pinning him bodily and a dozen Cat Witchers seizing hold of his limbs.

“–not going to fucking die, because Triss got to him fast. He’s going to be fine, Aiden, but he needs you to snap the fuck out of this, so you can–”

“I’m back,” he rasps, and feels the release of tension all around him. “I need…Sasha…”

“Let him up,” Lambert commands, and the others release him as Lambert drags him up to his feet.

“Did I…did I hurt…?”

“Cuts and bruises,” Lambert says, matter-of-factly. “Nothing that won’t heal in a few days. Now let’s clean you the fuck up so you can see Aleksander - he’s been asking for you.”

As he drags Aiden towards the keep, the Cats falling into a sort of honour guard around them, Aiden belatedly takes in the deserted training yard, the fading light.

“How long was I down?”

Lambert rolls his shoulders, subtly removing the stiffness. “Five, six hours.”

“You sat on me for six hours?”

“Fucking Axii wouldn’t take,” Lambert complains, steering him towards the hot springs. “Even when Eskel and the Griffins got involved. 

When they arrive, the baths are empty, and Lambert strips Aiden with ruthless efficiency before dunking him in the private pool. It’s barely body temperature for a Witcher, but Aiden feels half outside his body anyway, unable to process much beyond the cloying scent of Sasha’s blood surrounding him.

Lambert, Axel, and Cedric scrub him down until he smells like apples and the blood has all vanished with the magic of the springs. They also seem glad to have lost the lingering blood and dirt from their bodies, and Aiden numbly notes that some of those “cuts and bruises” are on them.

“I hurt you,” Aiden mumbles at Lambert, who shakes his head. 

“Nah, it won't even scar.”

His sweet pup will have a scar now, marring his beautiful body, because Aiden wasn’t fast enough. Because Aiden is too selfish to send him away to live in Wolfenburg or another safe town far from the fucking Cranes and their fucking obstacle courses.

Lambert pulls some clean clothes onto his unresisting body, before finally guiding him up to Sasha’s rooms.

The sitting room is crowded, more crowded than Aiden was expecting, with Livi and Dragonfly curled up in the chair by the window and the whole pride of Mantikittens surrounding Aren on the sofa. Mouse is pacing, muttering to herself, but no one tries to stop her.

It’s overwhelming, especially when all their eyes turn on him as he enters with Lambert and an entourage of Cats.

But then they smell relieved, that scent overwhelming the worry that feels palpable in the room.

“Milena and Triss are with him,” Livi says, offering a wobbly smile. “Triss says he’ll be fine in a few days.”

Aiden nods, still feeling like he’s in a waking nightmare, as Lambert pushes him towards the door to the bedroom.

The smell of blood is unmistakable, his sweet pup’s blood, but smothered by healing salves and the faint scent of Kitten’s tears.

She looks up as the door opens, moving aside as Aiden breaks free from Lambert to stumble to the bed.

“You’re all right,” Sasha breathes, and there’s more of that relief scent, wrapped up in the honey of his love for Aiden.

“You're not,” Aiden chokes out, the bandages around Sasha’s torso barely darker than his pale skin.

“I will be,” Sasha says, firmly, and he isn’t lying. 

“He will,” Merigold agrees, and she isn’t lying either. “You can lie on his right side if you like - you should rest.”

“Why are you being kind to me?” Aiden suddenly blurts out. “I lost my fucking mind - I could’ve killed someone!”

“Aiden,” Kitten says, softly, “it killed me to see Sasha hurting so badly. I can only imagine how much worse it was for you. Nobody blames you.”

“But they fucking should!” he says vehemently.

“Can we fight about this in the morning?” Sasha says plaintively, stifling a yawn. “I want you to hold me now.”

And he cannot deny his sweet pup anything, especially not when he’s lying there looking so fragile, when Aiden wants nothing more than to inhale his living, breathing scent.

“The potions for pain are on the cabinet,” Merigold says, as she goes to take her leave.

“Milena and I will be right outside the door,” Lambert says. “If you need anything.”

But Aiden is already crawling over the bed, light as only a Cat can be, before curling himself around Sasha’s uninjured right side.

He smells relaxed, free from pain - and not because someone forced everything out of his head in desperation.

“Forgive me?” he begs. “For the Axii.”

“Nothing to forgive, beloved,” Sasha says, and closes his eyes, sighing in contentment as he does most every night.

He isn’t afraid, Aiden thinks wonderingly. He still loves him and he isn’t afraid.

And maybe Aiden doesn’t deserve this trust, this love, but he won’t give up something so precious without a fight.

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Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Face Sitting

Frost covered the glass panes of the old castle. Light shining through the clear window was trapped into refracting into a rainbow that painted the inside of the rooms. Kaer Morhen sat high upon the mountain, the deteriorating facade tricking the outside observer into believing it was abandoned. And any sane group of people probably would have abandoned it, Witcher’s however were not sane. Eskel had tried to make that very clear to Y/n when he invited her to stay for the winter. That they were a bunch of off kilter men– giant mutated boys if you asked Vesemir– that would be going stir crazy by the third week. Even with Eskel making the faults and tendencies of would witchers blatantly apparent, she still insisted on staying. 

Now don’t get him wrong, Eskel wanted her to stay. With how close the two of you had grown, being away from Y/n for multiple months at a time seemed akin to torture. However the last thing he wanted to do was trap her for an extended period of time just to make him happy. Little did Eskel know there was probably nothing he could have said that would have changed Y/n’s mind . She would take torment for years if it meant he was happy. Not that Eskel would ever accept that he was worthy of such devotion. Y/n was working on it though, slowly but surely. 

It was one night where he and Lambert had been having some… amorous discussions about pleasuring women that lit a fire in his abdomen. It felt dubious what he was plotting, especially when he planned everything out. He needed you sequestered. Trapped in the castle with no good excuse to go outside. Next he needed to prep you. Not physically but mentally. While the two of you had never explicitly broached the topic, Eskel knew you were self-conscious about your size. You always insisted he didn’t need to carry you whenever he picked you up to be romantic. If he touched or kissed your stomach you would seize up. You insisted on changing privately even though he had seen you naked more than once, and all tight fitting clothing had been banned from your wardrobe. 

Eskel didn’t understand it, Y/n was perfect in his eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t respectful of it. If she wasn’t ready to speak with him about it, then that was okay, he would be here with quiet encouragements and affirmations until she was. 

A blizzard hit the next week giving him his golden opportunity. As the halls were damn near frosted themselves most everyone was spending their time in their private rooms by the fire, Eskel and you were no exception. You were laid out like a dream in front of him on the rug in front of the fireplace. On your stomach you had a pillow underneath your chest, pushing your full breasts forward and your low cut lounge shirt downward. An oblivious smile plastered on your face as you had your head down reading. 

The book Eskel had chosen had long since lost its appeal and sat dormant next to him on the floor. His eyes instead choosing to hone in on the way the shadows cast by the fire flickered over and caressed  the smooth skin of your chest. He shifted himself so he mirror you laying on his stomach. His head leaned against your shoulder, nose nuzzling your neck. 

“Can’t I help you?” You giggled, feeling Eskel playfully run against your neck and nibble at the skin. 

“You can stop reading for a bit” he suggested, sneaking an arm around your and he moved his mouth to suck on your jawline. 

“Hmm but I just started this chapter” you halfheartedly protested, feeling warmth crawl across your skin from more than just the fire. 

“I’ll read the chapter to you later” Eskel knew you’d take the offer. You adored cuddling up while he read to you. You turned on your side, facing Eskel properly now as you met his gaze. 

“Promise?’ you asked, a small sensual lit to your tone. Eskel braced an arm under your head and pushed you onto your back. His hair fanned over his face, blocking off any sight to the sides of him. 

“Promise” he affirmed before leaning in to kiss you. Hands wandered well worn paths on each other's bodies, as the kisses quickly turned deep and desperate. Your hands played with the hairs at the base of his neck, little whimpers and mewls coming from you as he began to grind into you. 

Eskel pulled away, sitting up and  scooting back so you could do the same. Once you were both on your knees Eskel began undressing you. That sinfully low top was the first to go. Follow swiftly by all of the other offensive clothing that dared to hide you from him. Once you were bare he ripped his own shirt off before his hands caressed your hips. One snuck up to grab a handful of your chest while the other snuck down to begin playing with your folds.

You braced yourself against Eskel’s shoulders, even on his knees he was so much taller than you and his hands were doing sinfully pleasant things to you, his eyes were staring at you with carnal hunger. 

To your dismay he withdrew his hands, leaning back and propping himself on his elbows. 

“Come over here” he beckoned lowly, you crawled over to him on all fours, trying your best to look more predator than the prey you knew you were. You kissed him slowly, focusing more on the way his chest felt underneath your hands. The warm rough skin carpeted with dark hair felt like heaven under your fingertips as you made your way lower and lower until you made to rid him of his pants. 

“Mmm not yet” Eskel grabbed your hands, pulling you forward till he was more eye level with your chest. 

“What?” you questioned, sitting back up on your knees. He leaned up on his elbows, eyes sinfully half lidded. 

“Want you to ride my face” her purred, his mouth ajar as he looked up at you slightly through his lashes. “Please?”

“Oh, uuhh, Eskel I don’t know I mean I don’t think I’m-” you were cut off as you felt a kiss on the side of your knee. He side-eyed you, looking you up and down, the question still in his gaze. His arms caressed your hips, rubbing little circles into the skin. You worried the skin on your lip a moment, looking back over to the fire. Damn it all you couldn’t tell his man no. 

“We can try it, just this once” You looked down on the satisfied smirk on his lips as he lowered himself under you even further. You maneuvered your legs around him, and lowered yourself so you were hovering over him. 

Eskle kissed the skin of your thighs as he peaked up at you. Your gaze was anywhere but where the action was and your brow was furrowed. Just as he had suspected you were too caught up in your head. He would need you to loosen up your strict mind grip for a moment. 

“I’m a witcher honey you’re not gonna hurt me.” He murmured in between sloppy kisses to your thighs. “Let alone kill me. Though…” His hands moved to caress your legs, running his palms over the tops of your thighs. “If I did, what a way to go.” Eskel monitored your expression closely, seeing you bite your lips trying to fight the smile as joked about passing away from pussy. “Tell my brothers I died doing what I loved. Grant an old man his dying wish will you?” You were fully smiling now and little giggles bubbled up from behind your cheeks. 

“Oh cut it out” you playfully smacked at this head. There was his chance, as you were still fighting giggles he pulled you down all the way. He listened with glee as your sounds turned from amusement to shock to pleasure in a span of a breath as he began to lap at you like a man starved. 

It was no secret that Eskel was fond of treating himself to a taste of you rather frequently. However this was different. This was pure enthusiasm, pure lust as he lapped and sucked into your folds like it really was the last thing he was going to do. You began to pant as his pace was nonstop. Your legs twitched, itching to move and rock your cunt against his face, but you held back. However your witcher was much too perceptive and there would be no holding back on him tonight. He began to pull your legs back and forth. The first few thrusts were such a deadly mix of the skill of his tongue and the friction of his face that it killed any sense of reservation you had in that moment. 

One hand in his hair you began to rock against him in earnest, modesty long gone out the frosted window as you let your moans fill the air. The spring in your winding and winding. Eskel could feel you getting slicker and slicker on top of him, could feel the shake in your legs that he knew meant you were close. Were his mouth not busy working he would have smirked as he pulled his lips back. He closed around your clit and rolled his tongue sinfully, finally feeling that cord in you snap as you painted his face in pleasure. 

You pulled up as you caught your breath, a hand on your chest as you looked down at a blissed out Eskel. You stood up, reaching your hand out to him and surprising both him and yourself as you were able to pull him up. You pushed his chest harshly to back him up against the bed. As the back of his knees hit the side he fell back and you were on him immediately. Fingers sliding under the waist of his pants. 

Who sleeps during a blizzard anyway? 

#alaska writes #eskel x reader #eskel my beloved #witcher eskel #eskel x y/n #eskel smut #kinktober

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⋆ ★ Dalton Lambert Masterlist⋆

[✩ means NSFW content]

‎‎ ‎⇢ ˗ˏˋoneshots (from newest to oldest)

✩ In The Woods - Halloween Special: A camping trip adventure turned into a nightmarish ordeal, forever etching the woods into their memories as a place where darkness concealed the unknown. (3.3k+ words)

✩ Same Mistakes: Dalton makes the biggest mistake of his life, bigger than any apology. (5.2k+ words)

✩ Hard To Get: Sorority girl Y/N drags Dalton into her room during a party. (5.5k+ words)

✩ I'm Not Going Anywhere: Y/N somehow ends up trapped in The Further, and Dalton uses his astral projection abilities to save her. (4.3k+ words)

✩ Home Sweet Treats: Y/N and Dalton spend their first Halloween in their own home. (1.7k+ words)

✩ Behind Closed Doors: Y/N and Dalton are in a secret relationship until one day their friends interrupt them in the middle of a make out session. (4.5k+ words)

✩ Domestic Love: Y/N and Dalton finally move off-campus together. (1.5k+ words)

✩ I Have A Girlfriend: Chris tries to set up Dalton on a date, but when he tells her he already has a girlfriend she thinks he lying. (2k+ words)

✩ Building Love: It's Y/N and Dalton's first anniversary and he's feeling insecure about the gift he got for her. (1.7k+ words)

✩ Caffeine Crush: Dalton finds himself drawn to a coffee shop, not for the coffee, but for the captivating barista who works there. (2.5k+ words)

✩ So it goes: Y/N and Dalton need to find a private place after not being able to keep their hands to themselves. (1.6k+ words)

✩ Truth Or Dare: A harmless game of truth or dare leads Y/N to believe Dalton has feelings for someone else. (2.2k+ words)

✩ You Keep Me Warm: Dalton hates the cold weather but when he has Y/N clinging to him to warm him up he suddenly doesn’t mind anymore. (1.3k+)

✩ Just Me And You: Dalton and Y/N's make out session turns into something more. (1.9k+ words)

✩ Music To My Ears: Dalton can’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl he saw with Chris, but thankfully he runs into her while she plays the piano. (2k+ words)

✩ Nightmares: A nightmare that felt too real makes Dalton scared his girlfriend is in danger. (1.7+ words)

✩ Safe With Me: Dalton is really sick and his girlfriend drops everything to take care of him. (2.4k+ words)

✩ Unexpected: On Dalton's birthday, him and Y/N are in the middle of something, but are interrupted when Dalton's parents drop by without warning. (2k+ words)

✩ Under The Influence: Dalton tries weed for the first time, but when it doesn’t go as planned he calls Y/N in an attempt to calm his clingy self. (2.1k+ words)

✩ Muse: Dalton asks Y/N to be his muse for an art project. (1k+ words)

✩ Echoes and Shadows: Dalton finds himself back in the Further, but his biggest worry is his girlfriend and what might be haunting her back in the real world. (1.8k+ words)

✩ One Big Vision: Y/N and Dalton work on an art project together, but after a few hours they end up confessing their feelings for each other (1.7k+ words)

‎‎ ‎⇢ ˗ˏˋshort series

✩ After All These Years (completed): Dalton and Y/N were childhood best friends, but when the Lambert family moved away they are separated and forced to forget about each other. Nine years later, they end up going to the same college and their friendship is revived, eventually unfolding into something more. (7.6k+ total)

✩ Sorry Won't Fix This (ongoing): Y/N and Dalton's relationship takes a turn for the worse when he kisses someone else at a New Year's Eve party. (9k+ words total)

‎‎ ‎⇢ ˗ˏˋconcepts

⋆ ★ Dalton Lambert Concepts Masterlist

‎‎ ‎: ̗̀➛ thank you so much for reading!!

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A Little More Space

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Pairing: Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Summary: After overhearing Dalton say you're clingy, you give him the space he wants. Dalton, however, needs to close the distance and remind you that he loves everything about you, including the lack of space.

Warnings: angst, fluff, takes place after The Red Door

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

“No way,” Foster says.

His voice echoes in Dalton’s empty dorm room, but Dalton rolls his eyes as if they’re standing face-to-face.

“What is that supposed to mean, Foster?” Dalton asks.

“That I don’t believe you. And I swear, Dalton, if you tell me it’s Chris…”

“It’s not Chris.”

The door opens and Dalton sighs. Since he closed the red door, he’s gotten less jumpy, but his calmness about someone waltzing into his private room is different. It’s one of two people standing behind him.

“What’s not me?”

“Chris,” Dalton greets as he turns around. “I’m talking to my brother.”

“About his girlfriend,” Foster cuts in. “What’s up with that? It’s not April 1st, right?”

Chris tilts her head to look at Dalton. “The girlfriend isn’t a new development. They’ve been together since freshman year.”

“What?!” Foster exclaims.

“Yeah. Seems like closing the door is all your brother needed to find it in himself to get a girl. Wait, you haven’t introduced her to your family?”

Dalton rubs his jaw while looking for an answer that doesn’t sound made up or like he’s hiding something.

“You’re nervous,” Chris answers for him. “Wanted to make sure it was more than a fling I guess. As if the sudden absence of personal space wasn’t enough to tell you that.”

“Oh, dude,” Foster says. He pauses to laugh before asking, “When can I come visit and meet her?”

“Stay in school,” Dalton replies. “Bye, Foster.”

Dalton ends the call before Foster can say anything else. He tosses his phone on the bed and turns to face Chris.

“Hi, Chris,” he greets again.

“Hey,” she answers.

Her smile shows how aware she is that Dalton does not appreciate the interruption. Chris can understand why he may want to keep you separated from his personal life, but not his family. You’re energetic, friendly, and impossible not to love. Although Chris teases you and Dalton about your relationship, she can see that it is true and that you and Dalton care deeply for one another.

“Speaking of personal space, where is the future Mrs. Dalton?” Chris inquires.

As if summoned, you knock on the still-open door. Dalton smiles when he sees you, and he doesn’t hesitate to invite you inside.

“Hi,” you greet brightly as you toss your bag onto the floor.

You wrap your arms around Dalton’s waist as you say hello, then step away just long enough to hug Chris, too. Spending time with Dalton is your favorite thing in the world, and you have so much to tell him today. His conversation with Chris probably takes precedence, though, so you wrap your hands around Dalton’s biceps and bounce on your toes so they can finish talking.

“How have you put up with Dolphin for so long?” Chris asks.

“Put up with him? I don’t put up with him,” you answer quickly. “I love him.”

Dalton’s cheeks begin to redden, but he turns toward you and lets his hair hide his face from Chris. She laughs because she already knows how easily affected Dalton is.

“What?” you ask. “Ooh, speaking of dolphins, I have something I wanted to tell both of you.”

“I’ve got a study date in twenty minutes,” Chris says. “Is this another weird fact that will thoroughly distract me until it’s over?”

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it since lunch, but I don’t know if you’ll think it’s as cool as I do.”

Chris smiles and clicks her tongue. “Tell me everything, Goldie.”

The nickname isn’t new, but you’re still unsure what it’s about. Dalton and Chris are both well aware that it is a reference to your golden retriever-like qualities and personality. Even if they told you, you wouldn’t mind, but Chris gets a lot of joy from seeing confusion on your face if only for a moment until you find something more interesting to focus on.

“Okay,” you begin. “So, I was walking to lunch and these two guys were talking about dolphins and I overheard it. Actually, there was a big butterfly that I was following, but I got distracted when I heard the word ‘dolphin.’”

“Can’t imagine why,” Chris interjects.

Dalton shakes his head at Chris while he wraps his arm around your waist. You’re pressed to his side, but your flexing fingers show that you want to be even closer. Chris has often joked that you may as well just live in Dalton’s lap with how close you perch yourself.

“One of them said that dolphins have two stomachs, which apparently is really common knowledge according to the other guy. But, then they started talking about the fact that dolphins can recognize themselves in a mirror! Isn’t that cool? And they can also use tools, so their intelligence isn’t completely unlike ours.”

“That’s crazy,” Dalton offers, though his attention is on you more than what you’re saying.

“Alright, I have to go, but now I want to see a dolphin build a house or something. The tool thing is cool,” Chris says as she stands.

The moment you are alone, you begin tapping a foot as you wait for Dalton. He sits on his bed and smiles at your energy before opening an arm toward you. You cling to his side but continue moving your hands up his arm, over his shoulder, and into his hair. You create several small braids as you talk about your day, but Dalton doesn’t care. He loves everything about you: your high energy, talkative tendencies, and clinginess. Chris teases him about how much he likes it, and she hasn’t been wrong yet.

“Oh! And I wanted to ask what you’re doing this summer. I want to go to the beach, but I’d love for you to come. Your family is welcome to come, too, if you want. Foster and Kali sound great,” you continue.

“That sounds fun. Maybe we should introduce you first; you may not like Foster,” Dalton responds.

“I like everyone.”

Dalton chuckles as he pats your leg. It’s true, you like everyone, but Dalton is the only one you love the way you do. When you turn to lay against his chest and trace shapes over his shirt, Dalton realizes that he wouldn’t mind if you took Chris’s advice and lived permanently attached to him.

✯✯✯✯✯

The sky seems prettier when you’re on the way to visit Dalton. With your eyes on the clouds, you don’t notice a tree branch blocking the sidewalk. Your foot catches on it and you immediately extend your arms to catch yourself. The bloody lines coating your forearms look bad, but nothing can take away your smile. After jumping to your feet, you rush to Dalton’s dorm and don’t notice the stinging sensation covering your arms.

You skip onto Dalton’s floor and stop outside his closed door. As you raise your hand to knock, you freeze at the sound of a voice that isn’t Dalton’s.

“How long have you been with…” someone asks.

Dalton says your name before answering, “Since freshman year.”

“You haven’t considered trying something new?”

“Not at all.”

A third voice joins with a boisterous laugh. “Dalton, bro, I know we’re art students, so we have to be a bit weird, but… Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

Your smile drops. Unable to remember the last time you felt like this, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and anxiously await Dalton’s answer. Being energetic and clingy doesn’t mean you are insensitive; you still have feelings and insecurities even if you don’t show them.

“I mean,” Dalton says slowly. “Yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me.”

Dalton keeps talking, but you turn and run. Running to Dalton’s dorm was different, and as you pass the tree branch that tripped you, you begin to feel pain. It’s unusual now because you’ve been happy and golden since meeting Dalton. Now, you know that he needs a little more space. You’re clingy and always touching him, so you will give him the room he needs.

✯✯✯✯✯

Dalton wants to run his classmates out, but they’re nearly finished with the group project. When your name is brought up, he becomes even more encouraged to empty his dorm before you arrive.

“Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

The question jars Dalton. Yes, he knows that you are touchy and talkative, but he has never been bothered by it. Dalton loves you, and those qualities make you the one Dalton loves.

“I mean, yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me,” Dalton admits. “But it’s, like, addictive. Her voice and her touch are the only things I want most days. Call me a crazy artist for that, but her happiness is contagious.”

“That’s unique, bro,” one of his classmates says. “But I for one have a first and only date lined up, so I have to go.”

Dalton gladly shows them out and looks down the hallway. You’re usually here by now, so you must be running late. There aren’t any texts from you, though, which concerns Dalton. He calls you and it goes to voicemail. Only after he texts you does he get an answer.

Sorry, I got busy. See you later?

Dalton immediately knows something is wrong. Your text is out of character: devoid of emojis and excitement. He’s concerned but understands it as meaning that you are truly busy. After agreeing to meet later, Dalton sits by himself and misses you. Being in a relationship with you, Dalton has never had to show how clingy he is, but right now he needs you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The following day, you try to keep your mind off Dalton. It isn’t easy though; the sun doesn’t seem as bright or happy, and your smile is nothing but an upturning of your closed lips. The people you pass on the sidewalk daily look twice; they are confused by the sudden difference in your appearance and personality.

When you pass Dalton on the sidewalk and don’t even look up at him, he knows his concerns were well-founded.

“Hey,” Dalton says.

He lays a hand on your arm, and you jump under him. When your eyes meet his, you force a bigger smile onto your face and step back. Dalton’s hand falls as his brows raise. You, however, are just trying to give him the space he wants.

“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep,” you say. It’s true, but it’s because of him. “Maybe we could take another raincheck?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You nod and look over your shoulder. After offering a half-hearted and disappointed farewell, you leave Dalton. The sudden distance is heartbreaking, and Dalton needs to figure out what happened. To do that, he needs an expert.

✯✯✯✯✯

Over the next two days, you become distant with Dalton. The few times he manages to see you in person, you seem desperate to get away from him. What hurts worse is how you respond to his calls and texts. Your new sadness and disinterest are, unknown to Dalton, a cover to hide how much his words affect you. Pulling away from Dalton hurts both of you, but you are convinced that it is what he wants.

As you sit in your room and stare blankly at the wall, Dalton is searching for answers. He calls Chris and begs her to come over. She agrees, partly because she’s interested, partly because Dalton is her friend, and mostly because Dalton hasn’t sounded like this since the fight against the Further.

“What’s the rush?” she asks as she walks into the dorm. Dalton doesn’t comment as she slides her key into her pocket, and she becomes keenly aware that something is terribly wrong. “Dolphin, talk to me.”

Dalton simply asks what happened to you. He gives a brief explanation of how different and distant you are before repeating himself to ask, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. If she’s not talking to you… What did you do?”

Dalton pulls his shoulders to his ears and spreads his hands. “Nothing. That I know of at least. We were fine the day before she texted.”

“What did you do that day, then? Run me through everything.”

Dalton nods before recounting his every move for the day. Chris asks him to fast-forward through his bathroom trip and he reaches the meeting in his dorm room.

“So, he asked if I got tired of her talking and touching me and I said, you know, yeah, she’s clingy, but-“

Chris stands quickly and looks at Dalton with wide eyes. “You called her clingy?”

“She is. But then I said that I loved that about her. I’m clingy too!”

“I know all of that, Dalton. She must have heard somehow because that is the perfect reason to stop clinging. You need to find a better word than ‘clingy’ and go apologize.”

Dalton tugs his hair before standing. He needs to see you and explain himself right now. As he runs out of his room and toward you, he runs through what he can say, what he should say, to make you see how much he loves you. Clinginess included.

✯✯✯✯✯

Rapid knocks on your door pull your attention from the page before you. It’s covered with random, meaningless doodles. Despite your new lack of clinginess, you are still energetic and need to spend that somehow. Since Dalton needs space, you’ve taken to pacing your room and doodling to pass the time.

When you open the door and see the boy you’ve been thinking about, you drop your chin. The distance has to remain because you will get clingy again the first chance you get. Dalton is inviting, he’s safe, and he is your constant. If you end up in his arms, you’ll start talking and go back to being too wordy and too touchy.

“Can I come in?” Dalton asks quietly.

You nod and step back to keep physical space between you.

“Did you come to the dorm while I was with my art group?” he asks. You nod again and he asks, “And you heard what I said, right?”

With your lips pressed together, you nod yet again. Dalton wants to hear your voice, feel your touch, and show you how much he loves you. He has to convince you to let him first.

“Can you please tell me exactly what you heard?”

You take a deep breath before recounting, “Just that I’m talkative and clingy. I’m sorry.”

Dalton shakes his head, and his hair moves wildly. “I did say that. But that’s not all I said. I said that I love that you’re clingy because I am too. I love your voice and being with you… I need it because I love you.”

“Clingy isn’t a good thing,” you whisper.

“It is. It is for us.”

Dalton takes a step toward you, and your eyes brighten as you raise them.

“I’m sorry that I said it,” Dalton adds. “Not because I don’t mean it, but because it hurt you and pushed you away. I didn’t mean it badly; I promise that. I love you, and your clingy touches and your rambles.”

“Can I- can you hug me?” you ask.

Dalton smiles as he pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly, he clings to you. As you lean your head against him, he whispers more promises in your ear.

“I love you, just the way you are,” he promises softly.

You pull back and look at him, and your smile is back. Dalton cradles your face and kisses you. When you giggle against his lips, he feels a huge relief at having you back. Back to yourself and back in his arms. Dalton moves his hands down your arms, and you inhale sharply when he reaches your forearms. Your smile doesn’t drop, and you don’t say anything, so Dalton looks away from your face to push your sleeves up. The sight of the deep scratches makes his eyes go wide, and he holds your hands gently to look.

“What happened?” Dalton asks as he pushes you toward your bed.

“I was coming to see you and there was a tree branch in the sidewalk. A cloud above me looked like a dog and so I didn’t see the branch,” you explain happily.

Your feet swing over the edge of the bed, and Dalton sits beside you to bandage your arms.

“Alright, this may hurt,” Dalton says as he applies ointment to your arms.

“Can I tell you about what happened yesterday? I haven’t-“

“Please tell me,” Dalton interrupts. “I’ve missed your voice. I need you to know that, okay? I love you; I love being with you, near you. If you weren’t a cuddler, I’d be the one that looks clingy; I’d probably suffocate you keeping you close.”

Dalton rubs his thumb over your knuckles as you nod along with his promises.

“Suffocation wouldn’t be fun.”

“It wouldn’t. If Foster doesn’t believe I have a girlfriend, imagine what he’d think if I killed you. Hurting your feelings was bad enough.”

“I think I’d like Foster,” you muse.

“You will. I’ll have to introduce you soon. For now, can I hold your hand and hear all about what I missed?”

You gasp excitedly and turn toward Dalton. With your legs spread over his lap and your arms in his hands, you smile and begin talking about every moment that you spent away from Dalton. He hangs onto every word and enjoys the feeling of being with you again. When you mention going to the beach again, Dalton knows that he will go with you, and once you meet Foster, he’ll want to go too.

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since they’re married maybe a child on the way? or like people assuming she’s pregnant! <33

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pagesix Duchess Y/N Styles seen in Holmes Chapel this morning visibly pregnant. Her bump was large enough to know that she is far long! Our sources say that her and Prince Harry are planning to keep the birth of their child on the down low. Click the link in our bio for more.

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fan3 IM SCREAMING

fan1 been waiting for this one! turn it up!

fan4 deuxmoi already told us about y/n being pregnant 😭😭

fan7 prince harry is probably so happy

fan9 NO BECAUSE HE LITERALLY ALWAYS WANTED KIDS

fan6 love the way she’s more famous than harry

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harry_lambert she’s glowing.

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fan15 SHE ALREADY HAS THE BEST ROYAL CHILD

fan13 y/n is really living the life 😩

fan12 who’s the person that posted this? is he like related to y/n or harry?

fan16 harry lambert is their stylist!

fan14 she really is glowing

fan10 OH MY GOD Y/N’S REALLY PREGNANT

fan17 isn’t it against royal code to post on social media?

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popculture Prince Harry seen with his child for the first time in London. Neither him or Y/N have released the gender or name yet. Many sources say they plan to keep their child’s life private and away from the media.

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fan21 DILFRRY DILFRRY DILFRRY

fan23 crying and throwing up 😭

fan25 "they plan to keep their child’s life private and away from the media” yet you guys posted these photos of harry

fan22 he looks so happy omg

fan24 LITERALLY IT’S SO CUTE ☹️

fan26 this is so adorable i will cry

fan28 SOBBING AT HARRY’S SMILE

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y/nstyles Diana Iris Styles.

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fan30 did she just…

fan32 WAIT IS THIS REALLY Y/N’S INSTAGRAM

fan34 i mean the account is verified and followed by many celebrities so probably 😭😭

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fan33 diana already breaking the internet 💅

fan35 everyone loves the diana’s

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tomholland13 can’t wait to meet her!

fan31 HER NAME IS DIANA?? I’M SOBBING

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y/nstylesupdates Y/N SEEN IN LONDON WITH DIANA!

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fan37 motherhood already suits her well

fan40 how are we feeling now that she has instagram??

y/nstylesupdates hoping we get a lot of content from her 🙏🙏

fan42 IN LOVE WITH EVERYTHING SHE DOES

fan44 her whole outfit literally costs more than my rent

fan41 the fact that diana is named after princess diana 😭😭

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[frevandrest]

Now I'm curious: what happened to Tallien to consider him a worse loser than Barras? I only know his involvement in Thermidor and the fact that Theresia left him after all the mess he did to go with a richer banker... Did he embarrass himself in other ways?

How much time do we have? Look, I don't know a lot about Barras, but nothing - nothing - can be as embarrassing as Jean-Lambert Tallien. He is the biggest loser both in terms of "a flop" and "who lost during the revolution" (and he lost more than many people who ended up guillotined, imo).

And I don't even know how/why it happened! He started out okay - he had modest skills but seemed honest about the revolution. Then Bordeaux happened. Thermidor and months after were Jean-Lambert's five minutes of fame, but then it dissolved quickly, both in his professional and in private life.

The Quiberon Invasion mess in 1795 is one of the first examples, when he and Hoche (well, Tallien mostly because it was his orders) executed 750 royalists even after promising they'd be treated like prisoners of war. Yes, those were royalists who made an invasion on France so it's not surprising that they died, but 1) Hoche I think promised they'd be spared but Tallien ordered the execution, 2) Tallien was the one who ran his mouth so much after Thermidor about sparing people and now he executed in one day half of the number of people that were executed in the entire Great Terror, and 3) Seems like Tallien had some pro-royalist dealings/conversations with foreign powers (Spain mostly) and wanted to do a cover-up (? - will need to look into this further).

In his private life, Theresia wanted to leave him as early as 1796 and was reportedly banging Barras, but Tallien begged her to give him another chance. She said yes, and 9 months later she gave birth to a stillborn boy. We are not sure if the baby was Barras' or Tallien's. Life in the Directoire was not great for Jean-Lambert and he was struggling with money, so he joined Napoleon's expedition to Egypt. It was horrible; he was miserable and suffered health problems. He wrote clingy letters to Theresia ("Care for our daughter and be faithful to me, my love!") (Spoiler: She was already on kid number two by the banker). The letters were intercepted by the enemy and read publicly. On his way from Egypt, Tallien was arrested and spent some time with the enemy but was released. Coming back from France must have been horrible, though, because Theresia asked for a divorce (and by the time it was done, she was already pregnant with banker's baby number 3). Because the kids were technically conceived while she was married to Tallien, they later successfully asked to have Tallien as their last name and were known as "Tallien bastards" in the family. After, it was just a series of bad circumstances and decisions. Theresia remarried, to a Belgian prince, and we have a letter where Tallien begged her not to do that. Fouché tried to help him and found him a job in Alicante. But it was horrible because the whole town was infected by the Yellow Fever. Tallien contracted it and lost one eye. It is also possible that this is where he got leprosy (?)

When he got back to France, he was a ruin. He supported Napoleon in 1815, hoping to get some influence (I assume), but then Waterloo happened so another bad call for Jean-Lambert. He lived in poverty and only escaped banishment during the Bourbon restoration because of his poor health. He died at 53 of leprosy (at least wiki claims so - I could never verify it but we know he suffered poor health for years).

And on top of that - on top of that! - his magnum opus, his legacy, the thing that lives on for 200+ years, is not associated with him. Nobody knows of Jean-Lambert Tallien and his most crowning achievement: the invention of the Terror and evil mastermind Robespierre. Sure, he wasn't the only one involved in that, but he did play a crucial role and, arguably, it is the most historically important thing that he did. And nobody knows it was him! So many people hate Robespierre for 200+ years, but nobody knows who is responsible for forging that smear campaign. (Yes, I am aware that it's the point: if people knew it was constructed, and by specific people, they wouldn't view it in the same way, because the main thing about the Terror how it's seen is that it's an objective thing that happened just as described. But allow me this Tallien rant). So.. yeah.

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