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Older h having a business dinner and taking pretty girl and she’s nervous but excited to dress up fancy next to him :( dressed in her nice dress and heels :( and she holds he bicep walking into the restaurant together :(( whispering in his ear asking what the difffernt hors d’oeuvres are :(( and making friends with the other girls there :(( and h is so proud of her his pretty perfect girl :(

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Harry pretended as if he wasn't sneaking peeks through the bathroom mirror as he trailed back and forth over the tile, tie hanging limply around his neck as he took his time knotting it. (Y/N) was still perfecting the styling of her hair, a hot tool in hand as she twisted and turned in the mirror, brows knitted in concentration at every angle. The very tip of her tongue stretched out between her lips as she pinched a section of hair between her fingers, tracing the tool over the strands in a careful run.

"Do you need help with that, H?" (Y/N) chirped, dropping the now styled bit of hair as she flicked her gaze to the man pacing behind her.

Her eyes traveled over the set he had donned for the company dinner party he was escorting her to, the same reaction she had given when he first shrugged into the crisp button up and well-tailored pants. The sleek grey lines of his suit were different than the casual blazer combos he tended to prefer when he took her out on more extravagant dates, but the polarity seemed just what was drawing her eye to the way he fiddled about.

"No, I've got it," he told her, biting back his smile, "I jus' keep getting distracted."

It was the way he looked at her that told her exactly what was stealing his attention, leaving (Y/N) to grow flustered as she dropped her gaze in the mirror. "Sorry," she told him, now mimicking the way he had to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stave off a sheepish smile.

"Don't be sorry," he smiled, finally relenting and finishing the knot of his tie, "'S a good distraction. You're looking very pretty already."

"I'm not even finished yet," she said, placing the hot tool down now that she'd perfected the bits she could spy in the mirror, "I still have to finish my makeup and get dressed."

Trailing his gaze down her hair, Harry spotted a stray section that didn't match the pattern she had created with the hot tool. "Exactly," he smiled, reaching around her for her styling tool of choice while it was still hot, "Y'can only get even prettier from here, which doesn't seem possible, but y'prove me wrong every time."

"What are you doing?" she asked, following his hands as he took the styling tool behind her back.

"Jus' missed a piece," he mumbled, pinching the section in question. After all the times he'd seen her do the same thing to her hair, it wasn't hard to figure out how to operate the tool as he went in careful, timed runs over the pieces. "Have y'picked out your dress yet?" he asked her, distracted some as he worked.

"Huh?"

Harry had to bite back his laugh at her response. He flicked his gaze up to match hers in the mirror while he continued his work on her hair. "Your dress. I know y'were between those two, have y'decided yet?"

"Oh, sorry," she said, blinking harshly as if to regain her attention from where she began daydreaming with him in the rearview. "I haven't picked yet, no. I need to before I do my makeup, though, but I just don't know."

Pursing his lips, Harry combed through her hair with his fingers as he searched for any other stray strands. "What's making it hard to decide?"

"I don't know," she mused, staying still with the help of his hand on her shoulder as he reached for a tucked away section at the back of her neck, "I don't—Neither of them... I don't know."

Finished with his impromptu styling session, Harry replaced the hot tool on the counter before unplugging the cord. Looking to her face, he noticed too much apprehension there to be the same girl that he had woken up beside this morning. He didn't like seeing her flounder for her words like that or pluck at the stray string on her bathrobe (it was his, really, but she was borrowing it).

"What's the matter, hm?" he crooned, dropping his arms to loop around her waist with his chin carefully tucking into her neck.

"Nothing."

All it took was a look with a raised brow to get her to reform her answer.

"Those dresses," she started with a sigh, "I usually wear those to work things—interning fairs, or interviews, or whatever professional stuff I have to look nice for. I don't really... like them that much but I don't want to look so young compared to everything there. Especially with what happened the last time I went to your office."

Harry sighed, pouting now that he heard the cause of her nerves. It wasn't a surprise to hear this, but he had figured since she hadn't voiced any of these concerns prior, not even as recently as this afternoon, that she had been lucky to skip over it. But, picturing the dressed laid out on his bed, he remembered thinking they did look out of place in his pretty girl's wardrobe, the kind of garments she wouldn't hold to the front of her closet unless she felt the occasion called for a peplum waist or a pencil skirt.

"Pretty," he crooned, using his grip on her waist to turn her in his arms until he could get a good look at her without the help of a reflection. "Y'don't want to wear either of those?"

"Not really, but—"

He shook his head as soon as he heard her conjunction. "Then y'don't have to wear either of them, okay? Don't worry about what anyone else will be wearing, or thinking, or anything. I want y'to feel comfortable and pretty. That's all that matters."

"But, last time—"

"Remember what we talked about with that? That they don't matter, because we love one another and we don't care about any of that?" It still stung a bit to talk about what happened the last time she got in her head about what their age gap meant, but he knew it was the only way to reference how easy it was to let go of those concerns.

"I know," she peeked up at him through the fan of her lashes, "I'm scared, though."

"What are y'scared of, sweetheart?" he prodded, his hands dropping to her hips to give a reassuring squeeze to the doughy fullness.

She shook her head, dropping her gaze to where the knot of his tie was slightly crooked. (Y/N) busied her nervous hands by loosening the length of fabric and retying his off-kilter not. "I don't want anyone to be mean to me—or us. I want them to like me."

Harry pet one of his hands down the length of her back, using the spread of his palm to hold her closer to his chest as she worked on his tie. "No one is going to be mean to you, lovely. I promise. 'M going to be there the whole time, and there's no reason for anyone to say anything like that to you, again. I wouldn't take y'somewhere where I thought y'wouldn't have fun or be happy."

"I know," she murmured, her fingers slowing as she threaded the folds of fabric together.

"Then, trust me, pretty. I've got you. You and me, right?"

A delicate smile touched at her features at his words. "Yeah. You and me."

He didn't hesitate to then cradle her cheeks in his hands, tipping her head up just so that he could seal his lips over hers. The contact was sweet, affectionate in the way he carefully held her with the melt of his lips over her pout. Drawing away only to nudge the tip of his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss had (Y/N) smiling up again, bright and lovely as the way he woke with her.

"C'mon," he beckoned her, walking her back to his bedroom with guiding steps, "We've got to pick out a dress for you, right?"

"Okay," she sighed dreamily up to him, hesitating before spinning around in his arms and holding her hand in his. She skated her gaze completely over the dresses laid out on his bed, the professional garments he was going to find a way to shove to the back of her closet now that he knew the intention behind picking them out in the first place. Just before she led him to cross the threshold of his wardrobe with her, (Y/N) perked up with a bounce in her step. She dropped his hand only to turn on her heel towards him. "You still have that white dress you got me a couple of weeks ago here, right?"

"Should be somewhere back there, I think," Harry pointed out, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the excitement returning to her.

"You don't think it's too much, right?" she asked, pulling the hanger from the rod to show off the gown he'd purchased on her behalf weeks prior.

The cowl neckline of the dress made way for the sleeves to drop down, the bands of fabric aiming to drape over the mid of her bicep. Clean, white runs of fabric made up the cinched bodice before the line hit her hips, flaring into something looser to follow the line of her legs. The effect would give the skirt a flourish with every step she made. Harry's favorite bit about the whole piece, was the slit that ran over one side, high enough he could already imagine the length of thigh that would be unveiled.

"Y'feel pretty in it? Like yourself?" he questioned, leaning against the doorjamb as he gazed at her.

It was immediate the way she gave him a shy smile, nodding her head.

"Then it's perfect."

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"One more kiss before we go?"

(Y/N)'s pleading was unwarranted, Harry having already been leaning over the center console the second he heard the word kiss fall from her lips. After getting her dressed up and being her second in command while she finished her makeup, the drive over had been full of his pretty girl singing along to whatever song she had plugged into his speakers. Watching the way she blossomed into herself the second she settled into her skin instead of trying to navigate her way into something more 'professional' had made his heart ache. There was no need to beg for a kiss when she had him moments away from falling to his knees in worship.

Fitting his hand around the back of her neck, he pressed his lips to hers in an adoring kiss. The slip of her lip gloss pillowed over his own mouth, the scent of raspberries and sugar lingering in her kiss. Given the fact the gala had started a half an hour ago and Harry was an executive who should be there to make the rounds and greet everyone, there wasn't much time to spend making out in his car despite how much he may have wanted to.

Giving her one more peck against her pout, Harry pulled away with a small smile on his lips.

"Ready?" he murmured, forcing himself to keep from being drawn in by the sheen of glitter covering her eyelids.

"Ye—Wait," she cut herself off, a pinch returning to the middle of her brows as she gazed down at his lips. Cradling his cheeks in her hands, she used the pads of her thumbs to carefully trace over his mouth. She worked diligently, not even skipping a beat when he broke into a smile at her actions. Once she was finished, she raised her fingers up for him to catch the sweet, sheer raspberry hue that had transferred from her lips to his own, glitter and all. "There—now we're ready," she said, using a discarded napkin from the glove compartment to clean her hands.

"Thank you, pretty," he told her, resisting the urge to smooth a kiss over her lips once more. He wouldn't have minded having her raspberry kiss on his lips for all to see, but he knew she was trying to make a good impression on his colleagues. He'd get those kisses later, anyway.

After opening her door for her and ensuring she stayed upright on the teetering heels she was test-running for the first time that night (something he advised against, knowing her feet were going to be beyond sore by the end of the party), Harry offered her his arm. He watched as a bright smile bloomed on her features—just the reaction he had hoped for.

"Thank you," she peeped, threading her hand around the bulk of his muscle with her delicate hold.

He only dropped a kiss to the top of her head in response.

Harry escorted her through the private parking garage that was offered to the associates of his company, leading to a pair of grandiose double doors that were flanked with venue workers wearing white gloves. The venue was a new one for this year's party, seeing as how the company had grown exponentially in the past year and a half. While the occasions were usually sprawling and extravagant, this one was especially so. The heightened dress code came as a request from the head of the company after having picked out the venue, wanting to match the ambiance of the crystalline chandeliers that hung over their heads after stepping over the threshold.

(Y/N) stumbled in her steps beside him as she craned her neck to catch every detail of the space around them. "You always have parties here?" she asked in a hushed whisper, aware of the concierge escorting them to the hall where the gala was taking place.

"Never here before, but usually fancy enough," he mumbled back, a quiet smile on his features as he watched her, "'S pretty, right?"

"So pretty. Now I don't feel so overdressed."

As soon as the set of doors housing the party were pushed open with a polite "Have a wonderful night" from their attendant, (Y/N) could feel her eyes widen at what lay before her. Harry had told her it was one of the more important occasions for the company when he had invited her, and she knew there was a dress code in place to ensure that everyone lived up to the ambiance of the space, but she couldn't have expected something like this.

Maybe it was because she was so used to sticky-floored bars, sweaty clubs, and rowdy frat houses, but there was no way she could have ever dreamt up the idea of her attending a party at a place like this. Those same chandeliers she had been entranced by out in the halls were now stationed on cords above their heads, twinkling like stars with every string of glass gently swaying to a song no one else could hear. Waiters in black tie were going around with trays of hors d'oeuvres and flutes with bubbling champagne. Rounded dinner tables were dotted around the space in wait of the coursed meal that was to be brought out later along with a string of speeches by executives of the company (Harry had opted out, not one for public speaking at this scale). Everything was elegant down to the lacquered woods under their feet, to the centerpieces adorning the tables, and the twinkling music playing through the discreet speakers packed into the space.

"Want a drink?" he asked with his head ducked down to her ear, "Or do y'want to meet people first?"

"Drink first," she answered automatically, hand tightening around his arm. While many of her nerves had been quelled by the help of her man, there was still some tickling the back of her mind at the sight of so many people with expectations of her slated in the room.

"Alright," he laughed, guiding her towards the set of tables stationed around the space, "Lets get y'settled in and then I'll get y'something to drink, okay?"

"Thank you," she murmured, following him as he scanned over the space.

Cards were placed all around the tables, set in front of each chair with a name scripted through as a seating chart. (Y/N) followed along as he beelined towards one of the front most tables, closest to the raised stage that would house the speeches for the night. It was there she found a card with Harry Styles scrawled in elegant, gilded script. For the seat just beside him was a card with her own name on it. She was definitely taking both of those home in her purse before they left.

"Wait right here for me, alright?" he asked her, pulling out her chair at the empty table, "What did y'want from the bar?"

"What do they have?"

"Probably wine and champagne mostly. Do y'want me to check if they have anything mixed?"

(Y/N) shook her head at his offer, not wanting to cause any more work for him. "Do you think they have a prosecco?" she asked as she pulled her purse from her shoulder, the bag being settled in her lap.

"I'm sure they do," he smiled at her, knowing that it was him who had introduced her to the drink, "The sweetest one they've got, right?"

"Yes, please."

"You've got it, sweetheart," he beamed, dimples deep before he dropped his head to press a delicate kiss to the top of her head, "I'll be right back."

With that, he was off in search of the bar that was pouring up each of the delicate flutes of alcohol. (Y/N) allowed her gaze to trail over the space, spotting the small groups and couplings chatting away. Seeing the dresses and gowns adorning the other women in attendance, she was relieved Harry had convinced her to stray from the business ready garments she'd condemned herself to. She was perfectly dressed within the realm of what the others were wearing, if not on the tamer side given the piles of tulle and crystals seated around.

On instinct, she pulled out her phone after a few moments, undoing the clasp of her bag to field the notifications dotting her screen. Just as she began scrolling through the groupchat of her next group presentation, the sound of someone pulling out the chair beside her had her gaze flicking upwards.

A man she didn't recognize had taken Harry's carded spot, light brown eyes gleaming at her with a styled coif of blonde hair on his head. His teeth seemed too white to be natural as he smiled at her, leaning his chin on his fist as he immediately got comfortable beside her.

"Hi, how are you?" he smoothly started, catching (Y/N) off guard with the familiarity he was treating her with right away.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she offered politely, "Um—I'm sorry, but who—"

"Right, I'm sorry," he laughed off with a shake of his head, the gel in his hair glittering in the light, "I should have started with that, I think I just got distracted. I'm Charlie, Denise's brother."

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, not knowing who Denise was but not really caring to find out through this guy, "Nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm (Y/N)."

"Nice to meet you," he beamed at her, reaching out to catch one of her hands in a gentle shake. (Y/N) slipped her hand away when she swore she could see him thinking about pressing a kiss to it. "Do you work with my sister?"

"No, I don't," she disclosed, looking out in the direction she thought the bar had been in, "I'm actually here as a plus one."

"Oh, really? Who are you with?"

A static shift was felt behind her then, like the feeling of someone entering a room that hadn't been there prior. "She's with me," Harry answered, a stern edge to his tone. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder then, palm warm against her skin as Harry ducked down with a decidedly more gentle look on his face. "Got the sweetest one they had, love. Let me know if y'want something else," he told her as he passed the wine glass off, pressing a delicate kiss to the apple of her cheek despite the prying eyes trained on them.

"Mr. Styles, I didn't know you were coming tonight," Charlie bleated, standing from his chair with a less than confident aura he started with.

"I didn't know you were coming either, Charlie."

(Y/N) had to tuck her smile away behind the rim of her glass at the sound of Harry's voice. If she didn't know any better, she wouldn't have detected anything but measured pleasantness, but she could hear the lilt in his voice as he spat out Charlie's name.

Charlie awkwardly toed at the ground for a moment, making a point to miss Harry's eye contact before he dropped his gaze down to (Y/N). "It was nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

Before she could offer any kind of response, he was bolting away. (Y/N) didn't bother to figure out where he was going before she twisted in her spot with a crane of her neck to face Harry. "What was that about, huh?"

Harry rolled his eyes, taking his rightful spot beside her now that it was vacant. "We told Denise he wasn't invited. He always starts trouble, and harasses anyone he deems pretty enough to hit on."

"Why was he so scared of you?" (Y/N) laughed out, remembering the way Charlie's eyes all but bugged out of his head at the sight of her boyfriend. She knew he could be intimidating, but it was hard to picture her teddybear boyfriend as anything scary—at least to her.

"I brought m'sister one time, and he would not leave her alone until I had to scream at him outside. Denise said he was crying on the way home about how mean I am." He couldn't resist another roll of his eyes but (Y/N) could see amusement edging the annoyance.

To be fair, if he had been bothering Gemma enough for her to need her brother's help, (Y/N) was more than sure that Charlie deserved the lashing Harry gave him.

"Anyway," he started after taking a sip of his darker liquor, "Your drink alright?"

(Y/N) happily nodded after her own drink, the bubbles sweet and peach-scented as they popped through her system. "It's perfect. Thank you, H."

"Of course, sweetheart," he smiled, petting a hand over her hair in lieu of drawing her in for a kiss like usual, "Ready to meet some people then? I promise they're not all like Charlie."

"I think so," she settled, pinching the stem of her glass as a lifeline as she followed to stand beside Harry.

"We'll only really talk to m'favorites, alright?" he whispered to her, offering his arm up once more to escort her through the hall, "Gotta introduce y'to everyone to be nice, but after that we'll ditch them and we only have to talk to m'friends."

(Y/N) let out a small laugh at the mention of his plan. It was nice to know that he didn't expect her to be best friends with everyone here, either.

"Harry, you made it!" a chipper voice caught (Y/N)'s attention.

A man with dark hair and a matching stubble gave her boyfriend a bright smile, beckoning him over to the small group that had been forming just off to the other side of the stage. A blonde woman dressed in a deep green gown was at his side, along with a few other people who looked just as happy to see Harry. He slipped his arm out of her reach just long enough to shake hands and hug the group they joined. (Y/N) took the opportunity to gulp down half of her prosecco.

She absently noted the small talk that started up between he and his colleagues before he made a pointed step back to join her ranks once more. Instead of the offered arm he'd been giving her all night, he carefully wrapped it around her waist with her being tucked into his side.

"Everyone, this is (Y/N)," he introduced her with a bright smile, dimples and all, "(Y/N), this is Jeff, his wife Glenne, Ben, Jenny, and Alexa." Harry made the round, pointing out each face to go with the name offered. She hoped she would be able to remember these people at least, this being the group that Harry seemed to like the most.

"Hi," she offered, a wave of her hand accompanying the gesture. She suddenly felt shy under everyone's attention, unsure of what she could say that could be interesting to this group of people.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Jeff's wife perked up, stepping away from her husband with an offered hand to shake, "He talks about you all the time."

(Y/N) couldn't stop the bright smile that ticked up her lips. "Really?" she asked, craning her neck to look up at her boyfriend who only shook his head with a lopsided smile.

"Constantly," Jeff chirped, elbowing Harry with a prodding grin, "He's been very nervous about tonight, haven't you, H?"

"Alright, I thought we would do this later, at least," Harry shook his head, "I haven't even finished m'drink."

"I'm sure you will soon enough—if you plan on having a replay of last year, anyway," the woman (Y/N) is halfway sure was named Alexa piped up, a dark brow raised over her glimmering eyes.

"Alexa," Harry warned, the threat coming out like a cloud with the grit that was lost through his smile, "We're not telling those stories, yet."

"What stories?" (Y/N) perked up, looking to Harry whose cheeks began to burn red.

"He hasn't told you?" Jeff laughed out, "Harry, I can't believe you haven't told her any of that."

Standing in the middle of Harry interacting with his friends, listening in as he shared jokes with her that she was sure he'd rather had been kept hidden, (Y/N) felt any unease that had followed her there begin to melt. How was she supposed to be worried about what they would think of her dress, or nails, or hair when this small group of people was already so excited to meet her and share the best parts of Harry with her.

Hopefully they were sat at their table, too.

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"Does anything look good, love?"

Harry's arm wrapped around her shoulder squeezed just enough as he peeked at the desert menu clutched in her hands. He had been kind enough to order for her with every course of their main meal, even with his colleagues seated around them, leaving her to pick out one of the deserts for herself. The confections were being carted around on trays much like the appetizers earlier, but (Y/N) had a hard time catching where any of the waiters had wandered off to after the ending of the dinner speeches.

"The strawberry shortcake looks good, but I don't know where anyone is," she told him, her chances of spotting the desert slimming even more as guests began to mingle again, leaving the safety of their tables. Even their table had vacated some after the last speech had been given and plates were cleared away (unfortunately, Harry's friends had been scattered all over the hall, leaving (Y/N) to do another round of introductions and much less fun small talk).

"I can find it for you, if y'want," he murmured to her, taking advantage of the growing privacy now that they were the only two at the table as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking up at him through the fan of her lashes, "We can share if you want, so you're not just getting up for me again."

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart, okay? 'M jus' happy you're having a good time, I don't mind getting up for you," he told her, sweetened words wrapping around her as she warmed under his attention.

"Get something for yourself too then, while you're up," she told him, something edging on stern flicking to her tone, "Please, H?"

"Alright, alright," he faux-sighed, relenting into her request as if she were asking the world of him, "I'll get the brownie, (Y/N), jeez."

"Stop, don't be mean," she laughed, leaning into him, "I want you to have fun, too."

"I am, I am, promise," he murmured to her, drawing close enough to steal her breath.

A gentle brush of the tip of his nose against hers had a small smile touching at her features before Harry's own mouth melted into a kiss against hers. This was the first real kiss they'd shared since walking into the hall, leaving (Y/N) wilting into the contact after what felt like days without his affection. It wasn't until moments like these that she realized just how much she loved kissing him, even if it was juvenile the way they locked themselves in his bedroom just to makeout.

"I'll be right back," he mumbled into her kiss before giving her one last parting peck.

(Y/N) would never admit to the dreamy sigh that left her lips as she watched him walk away, heart full for him.

Left alone at the table with none of Harry's familiar friends in sight, (Y/N) instinctively began puttering through her purse for her phone. But, she didn't get very far before someone stole the chair beside her (not Harry's, at least). Unlike the blonde head of hair she feared had made his way back to her, (Y/N) was greeted with a woman dressed in a white dress, long dark hair down her back with matching dark eyes. A bright streak of red painted her smiling lips as she took her in.

"You're Harry's date, right?" she started off, pleasant smile on her features that matched her voice.

"I'm his girlfriend, yeah," (Y/N) elaborated, her hands in her lap fiddling with the case on her phone.

"I'm Kaeleen. I work in Harry's division," she offered, tone bubbly as she reached out a hand to shake, "I love your dress, by the way."

"Oh, wow, thank you," (Y/N) beamed, easing some at the compliment, "I was just going to tell you the same thing. We kind of match with the white and all."

"That's what I was thinking! Even with our nails and everything," Kaeleen smiled, perking up in her seat before settling with her chin in her hands, glittery eyes trained in (Y/N)'s direction. "You and Harry are really sweet together, by the way, if you don't mind me saying."

"No, I don't mind, thank you." The praise was getting to (Y/N) with her stretched grin and happy heart. "I'll have to tell him you said that. He's been trying really hard to make sure I'm having a good time tonight, so I think he'll be happy to hear that."

"Since he's my boss, I only see him serious a lot of the time," she continued animatedly, "He's not mean or anything, but there's that line, you know? None of us have ever really seen him so... relaxed before. It's really nice."

"He can be pretty reserved, yeah," (Y/N) nodded, thinking about her man and his tendencies to grow a little shy at times, "But that makes me happy he seems relaxed around me, thank you."

"Of course," Kaeleen offered, scanning her gaze along the room, "Have you gotten to meet anyone else tonight?"

"Mostly Harry's colleagues, like Jeff and Alexa and everyone," she prattled, trying to spot familiar faces hoping that their names would come to her, "And a few other people, but we've mostly kept to ourselves."

"Have you met Charlie?" The scrunched look on Kaeleen's face told (Y/N) she had a similar story hiding underneath her question.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Kaeleen let out a bodied laugh. "Did he come onto you too?" she asked after she brought herself down.

"As soon as I walked in. Harry was getting me a drink and I guess that was just me begging for company," (Y/N) rolled her eyes, happy to have found a common ground with her.

"He's the worst," Kaeleen agreed, tossing a layer of dark hair over her golden shoulder, "Have you met any of the other execs?"

"I don't think so?" she mused, "But, I'm really bad with names, so I might have but forgot already."

"Well I hope you haven't, because Harry's one of the only nice ones, pretty much."

"Really?"

Kaeleen only nodded her head as if she had a plethora just under the surface. "You should come sit with me and some of the other ladies," she bubbled, gesturing behind her to one of the round tables packed with chairs stolen from other arrangements to seat all of the women chattering away, "We've all been hoping we could get a chance to talk to you. I can tell you all the gossip about the office, too."

(Y/N) couldn't help the bright smile on her features. Maybe it was silly, but the offer had her grinning large enough creases appeared around her eyes and she could feel the way her skin warmed at her cheeks. "Really?"

"Of course!" Kaeleen beamed, "If you're alright with leaving Harry for a little while, I'll save a seat for you and everything."

Just then, the man in question made his reappearance in the form of a gentle hand on her shoulder, rings and painted nails catching the corner of her eye. (Y/N) looked up towards him as he placed her plated desert in front of her. "H?"

He didn't hesitate before he was dipping his head to be level with her glossy lips. "Hm?"

"I—I think I'm going to go sit with some of the girls, if that's alright?" she murmured to him, unable to bite back her smile.

"Of course, it is, sweetheart." He gave her a curl of his lips that matched her own, something proud edging beside his dimples. "I'll go sit with Jeff and everyone then, alright? Y'have fun, pretty. Y'come get me when you're ready to go."

"Okay," she quietly chirped, "Love you."

"I love you, too, pretty girl."

She couldn't help herself before a kiss was pressed to the warmth of his cheek, his smile stretching under her lips as he lent into the contact.

(Y/N) felt his eyes on her as she followed Kaeleen with her plate of strawberry shortcake in hand. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him looking at her with hearts in his eyes and her raspberry kiss on his cheek. She was sure her pupils had turned into hearts at the sight.

Tonight was a good night.

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"Harry, stop moving," (Y/N) laughed out, pulling her pink clay covered fingers away from his face as he couldn't stop squirming.

"But, 's cold," he whined, sounding just as petulant as he was acting.

"So? I got my mask on and it was just as cold," she scolded him, her tone losing all authority as it slipped through her smile, "I'm almost done, anyway. Just stay still for a second."

Taking a deep breath, Harry flexed an attitude as he settled with a huffed fine before pouting his lips. She only shook her head, using the pads of her fingers to spread the clay face mask over his skin.

They'd only been back at Harry's place for twenty minutes, but (Y/N) had worked quick to get out of her dress and wipe her face clean of makeup. Now, clad in one of Harry's shirts and a pair of underwear, styled hair thrown atop her head, she had wanted to do something to soothe her skin after the long night with a full face of makeup. It didn't take much for Harry to relent to joining in with her, settling on the closed toilet lid as she fished out the trio of jars holding face masks she wanted to play with for the night. She had gone first, explaining to Harry what each mixture did for her skin and where she planned on putting it on his face. He had been so sweet and patient listening to her, but the second she stood between his legs and started on his own mask, that had gone out the window.

Harry braced himself with his hands on either of her thighs, fingertips denting her flesh as he tipped his head up towards her. His dramatics quelled some as she began to spread the mask over his nose, following the bridge up to his forehead. She was only halfway aware of the flutter of his eyes opening as she worked, the fan of his lashes extending up to his brows as he looked up at her with glittery irises.

His hand on her thigh trailed up the curve of her side, following the dip of her waist through the fabric of her borrowed shirt. He stopped only when he found the slope of her neck, fingers fitting themselves around the back. She knew exactly what was on his mind when he held her like that.

"Harry," she warned, not stopping her work of spreading the cool clay across his skin.

"What? 'M not doing anything."

"We can't kiss with these on. It'll make a mess."

Harry only shrugged. "Don't think it'd make any more of a mess than we already are. I mean you're painting m'forehead blue."

"But—"

"Please, pretty girl. I've barely got to kiss you all night, 's not fair."

Finally, she removed her hands from his face, still caked in clay. She got a clear view of the same eyes she could feel watching her as she interacted with Kaeleen and the other ladies of the company, always ensuring she was still having a good time and never looking away even when she caught him. It really wasn't fair, was it? For her or for him.

Besides, if she wanted to kiss him, she had to do so now before the clay could dry and make this a much harder to execute.

"Only for a second, though, okay?" she conditioned, relenting as she ducked down to match his gaze.

"Only a second, love, you've got it," Harry murmured, already sounding as if he was discarding her request as he used the leverage of his hand on her neck to guide her down to him.

Harry smoothed his lips over hers in a gentle press, fitting his bottom lip between her two as he nudged the tip of her nose with his own. The soft sounds of their lips separating sounded in the quiet bathroom as the gentle peck turned into more with the way he tipped his head just right to split her lips open. As firm as she wanted to be in that moment, (Y/N) didn't do anything but surrender to his kiss, only keeping her hands to herself with the knowledge there was colored clay painting her fingers.

It wasn't until she drew away to catch her breath, having to catch Harry before he trailed down her neck with the mess of the face mask following, that she could feel the cold clay on her mouth. Fluttering her eyes open, she was greeted with the sight of Harry's acutely applied mask now ruined with stray streaks of pink and blue running to the corners of his mouth, green that she knew had been on her nose now dotting his bridge.

"Oh my god," she laughed, bringing her hand up to hover over her mouth as a laugh escaped.

The craters of his dimples could be seen through his mask, a matching laugh falling from his lips as he figured what she was giggling over. "I look like you right now, don't I?"

"Probably," she breathed out on another peal of laugher, noting the way they somehow had managed to trail the clay down his neck. Maybe she hadn't been as careful with her hands as she had thought.

Giving a nonchalant shrug, Harry drew her back down to him with his hand still fit behind her neck. "I don't care," he told her, drawing her in for another kiss that had (Y/N) immediately captivated.

Though she hadn't caught a glimpse, she was sure her face was a mess, the process of getting the clay off now more complicated with the layers. But, as Harry said, she didn't really care.

Tonight had been a really good night, and this was more than worth it.

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thank you s much to everyone who sent in ideas and concepts when I needed them!! I tried to fit in as much as I could while still having everything make sense so I hope you enjoy!! thank you for reading and to everyone who requested, sorry for mistakes and if you have any ideas and requests of your own please send them in!

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alast4r · 17 days

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𝙇ᡣ𐭩𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

"𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓁𝓁 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒢𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹, 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊.."

Chapter 2: You can't marry a man you just met.

Ever since your delightful encounter with such a defined man each space in your head was taken up by thoughts of Alastor, every single damn time. You had been in bed half the night already on the telephone with a friend though the mood through the line changed after a question, "How long have you known him?" you weren't able to answer diectly but answered soon after "A few days now I suppose, I haven't seen him recently." your friend had been dumbfounded, "..What-!?" you just rushed into telling them you'll just explain tomorrow "Alright, I'm tired I'll speak to you tomorrow goodnight!" with that you hung up and snuggled in bed knowing they're judgemental comments.

The next day you had met up with your friends at a cafe as all that came out of there ouths were quick words of judgement, "Dear, think about it. You just met him. Do you even know his name? You can't marry a man you just met." irritated as you slammed your cup down onto the table, "Yes, it's Alastor! Happy!?" the table had gone silent with withened eyes "Alastor? Alastor Hartfelt the Radio Host?"

You had an epiphany, a sudden realization of the identity of this captivating man before you. "Wait, is he the illustrious figure from the papers and the melodious voice that graces my ears each day through the radio?" The thrill of this discovery coursed through your veins, adding a new layer of intrigue to your burgeoning interest.

Recollections flooded your mind, painting a picture of Alastor as a notorious charmer, a regular at opulent gatherings that many would envy. However, a friend's cautionary words echoed in your thoughts, a reminder to tread carefully. "Dear, do not be ensnared by his charm. A visage as yours is susceptible to harm."

Taking heed of your friend's counsel, you opted for a platonic outing with your female companion, enjoying the company and the distraction it provided. Yet, fate had other plans. As you strolled homeward, Alastor appeared before you, a bouquet of flowers in hand, his presence momentarily erasing any caution.

With a chuckle and a sense of awe, you greeted him, "Oh, Alastor, good to see you again." As you unconsciously tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his keen smile had a disarming effect, leaving you feeling both delighted and discomposed.

"Where have you been?" His inquiry was laced with a hint of mystery, drawing you closer, making your heart flutter in response. "I apologize, Ma Belle, I was... occupied," he replied, his words opening a subtle yet palpable rift in your heart. Occupied with what? Occupied by? “With women?” slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, the realization dawning upon you.

Alastor's reaction to your inadvertent question was unexpected, his gasp soft yet audible, a flicker of surprise dancing in his eyes. Your attempt to retract your words only seemed to amuse him further. "Ah! Excuse my tongue, ignore what I said...It's just my- News, the r- Ah! Sorry I'm just out of my mind right now.." Your words stumbled out in a jumble, your mind racing to recover from the slip.

However, Alastor's response was not what you anticipated. He gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, and leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Women? Oh please, the only woman I'd get busy with is you, dear~..Oh, what a delightful mess you'd be, a muse I'd work with day and night..Oh, how-.." His words trailed off, each syllable laced with a seductive allure that stirred a newfound desire within you.

"D-Date?" His proposal caught you off guard, your mind and heart reeling from his intoxicating whispers. Numb and unable to form a coherent response, you simply nodded, your voice betraying your sheepish agreement.

With a sudden and decisive gesture, Alastor hooked your arm in his, leading you away. "How about I take you home? It truly isn't right to leave a ravishing lady like you out here all alone, and it'll be a great way to pick you up tomorrow." His words were smooth and reassuring, and you found yourself willingly following his lead, engaging in light conversation as you walked.

Upon reaching your home, Alastor bid you farewell with a kiss on your cheek, leaving you to retreat into your thoughts. As you lay on your bed, your mind wandered, fantasies of tomorrow's date swirling in your head, fueled by Alastor's enticing words.

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As you roused from slumber, your eyes fluttered open to reveal a dreary, overcast sky outside your window. The room around you was in disarray, mirroring the chaos within your mind. With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, each step a chore as you descended the staircase to the lower floor. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast a somber glow over the space, accentuating the sense of desolation that enveloped you.

Reaching for a bottle of pills, you swallowed them down, a bitter reminder of your inner turmoil. Self-loathing and frustration gnawed at your insides, fueled by the haunting memories of your dreams. The vividness of those nocturnal fantasies left you unsettled, yearning for a reality that seemed just out of reach.

@myrunawaysweets Here it is!

#hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #fluff #hazbin #hazbin alastor #radio demon #laufey lovesick #laufey #x yn #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader smut #reader x character

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.

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jaylienpotter · 7 months

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October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #romantic prongsfoot #bambibelle #marauders starbucks #starbucks ship #Sry for the extreme delay #It's been sitting in my drafts for nearly a week #I intend on writing some more prompts from prev days

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spookymultimedia · 3 months

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Small oneshot I made of Leia coming out to Nichole

Word count: 709

I laid on the bedroom floor of their girlfriends room and stared up at the ceiling from the cushy sleeping bag. I was ruminating about my gender again. I'm trans. I'm a transgender girl. Last week I had came out to Craig but I'm too scared to tell anyone else about it. I just don't want to disappoint people who knew me as a boy. I dunno.

“Hey,” Nichole whispered from her bed, “you awake?”

“Yeah.” I sat up. She turned on her bedside lamp. It was nearly 1 am on her alarm clock.

“Oh good because I can't sleep. Hold on,” she turned out the light and pulled out her pillow pet before turning the light on. The room had a soft pink glow. “there, now it's less obvious we're awake.”

“You've done this before huh?” I couldn't help a small giggle.

“Uh yeah.” she slid off her bed and sat next to me.

I needed to tell her. I needed to tell her now. It was killing me keeping this a secret from her. She deserved to know the truth.

“Nichole.” I touched her hand.

“Yeah?”

My throat suddenly got all choked up.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” she held my hand. Fuck. I love her so much. Tears pricked my eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm scared you'll hate me.”

“Well what is it?”

“I'm not a boy.”

“Oh. . .are you trans?”

“Yeah.” I rubbed my eye.

She pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back and leaned on her shoulder. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't stop.

“Why are you crying?”

“It's dumb but I'm scared you'd break up with me.”

“What? No, I'm pansexual. I don't care.”

I sat up holding her hands.

“But you fell in love with me as a boy, I thought you'd be disappointed that I'm not Tolkien.”

“No way, I just want you to be you. I love you. I like how genuine you are. I love how you're a good friend. I love your giggles. I love all of you.” she cupped my cheeks. I blushed.

“I love you too.” I mumbled in awe.

“Okay, so you want me to use she/her for you?”

“Uh, not yet, I'm not completely out to all my friends yet. But when I am out, yeah. She/her or they/them is cool.”

“Is that why you've been going by the name Tea lately?”

“Yeah. But it’s technically the first initial of my old name. I know I want something different but I haven't figured that out yet.”

“Okay.” She petted my hands. I smiled.

“Who else knows?” she asked.

“Only Craig Tucker. I told him I hated being a boy.”

She nodded.

“Are you going to come out to your parents?”

“Probably. I'm just nervous I'll disappoint my Dad. I don't wanna tell him I hate the name he gave me or that I'm not his son anymore.”

“They're allies aren't they?”

“Yeah, they pro-lgbt. But I don't know.”

“Well my parents are supportive too, so you're safe here. I have a cousin who's trans and they love him.”

I nodded.

“You ok?”

“I just really don't feel at home in my body.” I mumbled.

“I could braid your hair sometime.”

I blinked wide eyed, “Really? You'd do that?”

“Yeah, when you're ready. Have you had your hair different before?”

“Not really, no. I'm sick of looking at it.”

“Yeah, it sounds miserable. Being in a body that doesn't feel like yours.”

“It really is.”

“Can I kiss you?” She mumbled.

“Yeah,” I giggled.

She kissed my cheek that made me giggle more.

“Sshhh!” She said trying to contain herself too. We stared at each other quietly for a moment.

“You're my girlfriend.” She said with a smile.

A glimmer of euphoria danced within me.

“Yeah.”

“We're girlfriends.”

“I sure hope people don't start drawing weird Yuri art of us.”

It was her turn to giggle as quietly as possible.

I yawned.

“Oh I'm keeping you awake aren't I?”

“A little bit.” I rubbed my eyes.

“Sorry, yeah. We should really go to sleep.” She crawled up into her bed and turned off the light.

“Goodnight Tea.”

“Night.” I went to sleep feeling lighter than before.

#south park #south park fanfiction #leia black #nichole daniels #tokole

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readingsimp · 2 years

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the cheerleader and the freak

*The above image is not intended to force the reader to identify with any of the people in it. Its purpose is to present the concept of the story.*

pairing: eddie munson x reader

theme: fluff, a bit of angst and a lot of flirt

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of weed, mentions of struggle with public image

word count: 1675

summary: basically you are chrissy but you don't get murdered by vecna; you go to eddie to buy drugs but something else happens

a/n: ok the original plan was a smut, but i think that this is much better :)

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The breeze flows into your hair as you wait for Eddie. He's late as usual, but this time his tardiness could put you in real danger. Anyone could find you in that clearing.

It is actually really peaceful, with a picnic table and a shed as decorations. The trees that surround it are home to many birds, in fact they make beautiful noises as you are sitting down the bench.

Suddenly the quietness of the chirping is disturbed by the trampling of branches and dry leaves. You flinch in that direction just to see a thick-haired figure walking towards you.

«I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,» Eddie says, approching and sitting before you. He has a little metal box with him, so you immediately assume that it is where he stores his weed.

«Can I just say that this whole situation is surreal? Never I would have imagined selling drugs to the cheerleader captain,» he confesses to you. «But, hey, I don't judge,» he shrugs.

It is, in fact, very strange. You are a cheerleader, the prom queen, the most perfect girl in school. But it is not easy to stay that way. Nobody knows what’s behind all that and turning to weed to escape from this reality, even for a little while, says a lot.

Eddie notices that you haven't said anything yet. «Hey, don't worry, nobody can find us here, I promise. Beside we don't have to do this, just give me the word and I'm outta here,» he reaches out his hand to touch yours, but then he reconsiders it.

«Oh, no, no, it's okay, it's just that this is my first time... buying drugs,» you finally speak, reassuring him but also yourself.

He smiles. «I get it,» he says, hiding his box. A moment of silence passes by when suddenly Eddie stands up.

«You know, this isn't the first time we hung out,» he walks in circles laying his eyes anywhere but you. He's waiting for your answer.

«Oh really?» you try to remember when you first saw him.

«You don't remember? You're hurting me,» he puts his hand on his heart, mimicking a fake pain in his chest.

«No, I'm so sorry,» you laugh in embarrassment. You really can't remember him.

«Okay, I'll help you: middle school, talent show, you were doing this cheer thing, while I was playing with my band–» he is suddenly interrupted by you.

«Corroded Coffin! Oh God, how can you forget a name like that?!» you clap happily, your laugh is genuine this time.

«Yes, I knew you were a freak y/n y/l/n,» he laughs with you, jumping joyfully.

«You were so different back then,» you say smiling at him.

«Well yeah, my hair was buzzed and I didn't have these sweet old tattoos,» he says while showing one of his tattoos on his chest.

Your eyes wonder on his body in search of all his tattoos. His arms are muscular and full of gothic and dark drawings. You start to wonder how many does he have.

«So, should we start our business?» his question breaks the cute moment that he created and your expression falls again from serenity to anxiety.

He sits down again and he opens his metal box, which is more likely an old lunch box. He shows you many small sachets with small doses of weed inside.

«How much do you need? I have several doses and types,» he starts to explain all the kinds of weed he has, but as he describes them you are not convinced on their strength.

«Look, just for you, I can do a 25 percent discount, so only 15 dollars, how does that sound? You're robbing me,» he finishes his speech, but you don't answer.

Your eyes are fixed on what's in the box, then they move on him. «Do you have anything stronger?»

He seems confused by your question. «Well, yeah, but not here,» he closes the box.

«Look, y/n, if this is your first time I don't think you should go for something stronger than this, I really don't want you to get hurt, they're gonna blame me and I really can't do this right now,» Eddie tries to explain.

He keeps talking as fast as a train, the words flow out of his mouth in total panic. He stands up and walks away from you, gesturing his way out of this deal.

You get up and try to follow him while he walks with great strides around the clearing. You try to call him.

«Eddie, wait please, I'm sure of what I'm doing, believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't need it so bad, you have to trust me,» your hands land on his shoulders, trying to stop him and turning him towards you.

He's towering you, but your eyes are still fixed on his. There's a moment of silence that you both decide to soak in. Your breaths are synced and his eyes are wondering on all your body pressed against him.

You finally notice it, you scroll away your hands from him and take a step back. Your gaze falls on your shoes. «Please, Eddie, I need this, I need you to trust me,» you beg trying to fight back your tears.

Eddie takes a big breath as he tangles his hands in his hair. «Let's get this over with.»

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«Welcome in my castle,» Eddie exclames as he enters his uncle's trailer. You step in right behind him.

«Excuse me for the mess, I forgot to call the cleaning lady this morning,» he jokes, hinting at the chaos.

«Oh, it's okay,» you take another step in what seems to be the living room. «May I?» you ask pointing at the couch.

Eddie sprints on it to clean it from the clutter and old pizza boxes, or at least he tries. Just as a sit clears out, he points at it, bowing theatrically. «M'lady, you're sit is ready,» he says.

You laugh in response as you sit matching his energy. «Thank you, My Lord.»

Before standing up straight, he turns to you. Your faces are inches away and your eyes are intertwined. You smile at each other before he speaks.

«Okay, wait here, your order is coming right up,» he says with a sigh, as if he didn't want to break away the gaze.

You look around the trailer. It is very messy, but homey at the same time. Between the shelves you see many pictures of Eddie and his uncle, many are very old. You decide to get up and watch them closely.

The frames are a bit dusty, but it doesn't discourage you to pick them up. You grab and caress each one to let the dust fly away and reveal who the people in the photos are.

But the only picture that stands out is one of a child holding a little guitar. You smile as you immediately recognize Eddie's features. The background of the photo is the same trailer park as the one where he lives now. It reveals much about his life.

As you put the photo back to its place you hear a presence behind you. «I've lived here as long as I can remember,» he explains, «and I've played the guitar as long as I can remember.»

You turn around and you find him very close to you, with an hand on the shelf, enclosing you between it and his body. You look up to him and smile. «You were very cute,» you admit.

«"Were"? What about now? Am I not cute enough?» he asks pretending to be offended, but gifting you with a smirk.

You suddenly feel your cheeks on fire and you mentally thank God that the trailer is not that much lit. You chuckle as you try to answer his question. Finding the correct words is hard since you have to reconcile the truth, which is that yes, he’s very cute, and the detachment, which is that you just came to him for drugs and nothing else.

You clear your throat. «So, uhm, do you have it?» You squat to pass under his arm that still blocks you.

Eddie sigh. «Yeah, it's on the counter, but forget the discount for that.»

You approach the little packet with the green substance in it. You pick it up and suddenly many thoughts came in mind. Do you know how to smoke it? What would happen if anyone found out? Do you really need it?

You stay there for a moment, while Eddie is right behind you waiting for a reaction from you. But as soon as he hears you sniffle, he sprints to your side.

Your face is hidden by you hair as little drops fall on the counter. Eddie moves your hair behind your ear.

«It's okay, you don't have to do this,» he says cupping your shoulder. You sniffle again, taking your hand on you face and wiping the tears.

Eddie picks the sachet and he hids it in his pocket. «See? There's no need for that,» he smiles at you even if you're not facing him. At the disappearance of the packet you turn to him and look him in the eyes.

You never noticed him at school, or at least that what's you were supposed to do. He's the freak and you're the cheerleader. There's no place for you to coexist, but here you are.

«I'm sorry,» that's the only thing you can say and do, apologize for how people treat him, for not getting to know him before, for being named 'the freak' or 'the banished', for everything that goes on in his life.

You englobe him in you arms, hugging his waist. He's caught off guard, but he soon reciprocates, hugging your shoulders and caressing your hair.

His smell of cigarettes and old aftershave assails your nostrils, but it doesn't bother you, because you know that, from now on, it won't be the last time hugging him.

And he knows it too.

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verycharismaticdragon · 9 months

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My last (and priciest... rip wallet) nendo pakige came! It was... a whole this guy. Now it needs to be said I do not know the guy but he was picked for having perfect hair forrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... custom Wen Kexing I desperately wanted to make :D I hoped to find just the hair pieces but the only option was almost the price of a whole nendo so I was like. might as well get the guaranteed-not-bootleg one. I didn't want to cut and sculpt anything, so I looked for something that would be close enough on its own - and this hair is a very nice middle ground between my own headcanon (assymetrical front, mostly loose with only two strands tied in the back, purple/mauve undertone) and my fav AD design (this one).

I'm getting fabrics for his fit later (once i get my wallet out of hell.......), but since the hair and the faceplates were all here, I was impatient to try them together. So without further ado, please perceive!

have you ever seen a man so canon-compliantly punchable u started crying?.........

Was thinking of the "If you still haven't realized who I am, aren't Poisonous Scorpions a little too stupid?" scene :D It's the instant switch between Wife Wen and Valley Master Wen that did it for me! (i say as if im not obsessed with every single scene wkx is in)

The clothes are a mix between The Guy's (im sorry mr.*looks it up* zeyan li im sure ur a good character but i only got u to pull a victor frankenstein on u) and LBH's. I actually really vibe with these robes (theyre based on the same type i usually draw wkx in! yuanlingpao worn with opened collar!) but they have a Problem in that they are meant to be displayed with the og big coat (as in, this nendo doesnt have the stick part for the standee, his coat is supposed to hold him up) and it didnt fit with any standard standees I had. So I ended up using the ones that came with the doll bodies for these pics. Yes two of them (the second one props up the hair from the back). Good thing I was already going to replace the robes with doll body+clothes i guess... I also slightly photoshopped the second faceplate bcus the highlights turned out to be too big >< Currently figuring out how to color them in to this state irl.

Now, while I did get this nendo primarily for the hair, I also wondered if his faceplates would work for a potential Zhou Zishu and... yeah:

Was going for the "You dare to act against who's mine?" vibes with the second one because yknow. yeah. I'll need to get him different hair (these are Binghe's) as the front especially doesnt fit with the image I have for him, plus im not even sure I want the ponytail (and not some type of bun) for him, and ofc I need this hair for Binghe - but I daresay the vibes on the faceplates are 💯💯💯

All in all getting good mileage out of this purchase and I haven't even shown u the other half yet :D

#i guess i need new tags huh #nendo wenzhou saga #nendo trials and tribulations #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tian ya ke #priest novels #danmei novels

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moony-chu · 2 years

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Status: Currently Sobbing

Genre: fluff to angst

Summary: You watched them get intimate with someone else. As their lover, you were heartbroken. Cue break-up montage

Characters: Albedo, Raiden Shogun

Spoilers: Raiden Shogun's real name

Note: Sorry Raiden's is a bit shorter. I have a harder time writing for her 😅

writing under the cut <3

-> Albedo

Albedo never quite understood human emotions. It was just a foreign concept to him. He didn't spend all to much time thinking on it, deeming it unimportant

That was until he met you at least. You had managed to wriggle your way into a heart that even he didn't know existed

You were his muse. His light in the darkness. The fire to his ice. The...well you get it

The way his heartbeat would pick up around you, the way his face would heat up, the way he couldn't help but smile, all this was new

He spent hours researching about what this feeling could be, and came up with only one result. Love

You, on the other hand, was feeling the exact same things, except the obliviousness to what the feeling was

You've been in love with Albedo since what feels like forever and honestly who isn't. Ever since your good friend Sucrose introduced you to him at least.

The confession was a bit rocky, considering that it was Albedo who did it. Instead of the classic 'will you go out with me?', it was:

"You bring out the strangest yet most pleasant feeling in me when you're around. Most seem to describe it as love. (Y/N), I think I'm in love with you."

You then explained that he is indeed feeling love and that you accept his feelings

Your guys' relationship was a sweet one. Albedo spoiled you relentlessly. He would give you random kisses on your cheek, lightly brush through your hair, draw you whenever he wasn't busy with some project, etc.

But most of all, he would praise you

There wouldn't be an hour that passed by that you haven't been complemented when you're around him. They could be anywhere from generic to outright flattering.

Perhaps this is way it hurt so bad when he slowly drifted away from you

He stopped giving you those small kisses. He stopped brushing through your hair. Heck, he even stopped informing you of when he was going to be in Mondstadt

At first, you figured it was because of some huge project he got himself caught up in. You brushed it off as that too, not wanting to seem selfish

When you caught him drawing Kaeya naked however, your heart shattered

Irrational thoughts ran through your head as you spent the next few hours crying. What could you have done better? What did Kaeya have that you don't?

A lot. The answer was a lot. You knew Kaeya had a lot more charm than you did. He always had

After a bad decision to approach Sucrose on their relationship, your heart broke even more

Sucrose had said that they had always been close. It had obviously been said in a way to help ease your worries, but it did the opposite of her intentions

You approached Albedo the next time you saw him in Mondstadt. You yelled at him, asking what made Kaeya so much better. If he had fallen out of love with you. Why he had even decided to stay with you

Albedo stood there silently. His face didn't hold any expression as you screamed at him

This only confirmed your suspicions in your mind

"We're breaking up Albedo."

With that said, you walked away, holding in your sobs

You couldn't help but feel the slightest hint of disappointment when Albedo didn't follow you. A small part of you might have wanted it to be false, for it all to be a misunderstanding. But that part of you was gone

You'd move on eventually. At least, that's what you told yourself. However, it didn't stop you from sobbing into the pillow he had gifted you long ago

-> Raiden Shogun

Ei never spent all too much time interacting with the people of Inazuma. Her limits were set to the heads of the Tri-Commissions, Yae Miko, and you

It was certainly puzzling how the owner of a small sweets shop had gotten even remotely close to the shogun

Even you didn't quite know how it happened. One moment, you were striking a business deal with a shrine maiden. The next, you're standing in front of the Shogun herself

Apparently, that deal you struck (which involved lots of dango) was for the Shogun

With that, you became the Shoguns very own sweets supplier

Ei found herself growing rather found of you over the weeks. She started looking forward to seeing you, not just her sweets

Her confession was as straightforward as straightforward can get

"(Y/N), I am in love with you. Will you go out with me?"

Your answer was obviously yes

And that's how you and Ei became the talk of Inazuma the first time

You both treated each other very well

You helped Ei with stuff involving the public & cooking

Ei would let it be known that you were her lover, so you got special privileges

But most of all, you two loved each other

Or so you thought

You knew that Yae Miko and Ei had history. You knew that they were and had been good friends. And you were fine with that

When you found them in a situation that wouldn't even be happening if they were friends, you were as equally shocked as you were heartbroken

Yae was most literally climbing on top of Ei; their faces mere inches apart

"I-I can't believe you lied to me like that Ei. We're over!"

You cried out, leaving the scene as quickly as you had stumbled upon it

You left the palace like building looking like a mess. Tears were streaming down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying. The robe you were wearing was barely enough to cover you, let alone stop the cold breeze from reaching your skin (its like late at night okay)

You approached Yoimiya's place with a heavy heart. She was the closest friend you had at the moment

She let you in with open arms without question

You spent that night sobbing into her shoulder, not processing the raging storm happening outside the window

#genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #albedo #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #raiden shogun #raiden ei #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo angst #ei headcanons #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #chus imagnes

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starteas · 1 year

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Hi starteas! I love your upcoming series! I have a few questions:

Are we allowed to make OCs for/from the series?

Do you have any information about any of the characters' species before I want to draw any OCs (Especially for Davin, Lumi, and Siona's species, but mainly for all)?

I'm sorry if you have already answered this before, but I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Hi there, and thank you so much for your question!

Yes, you are absolutely allowed to make OCs for the series! It's highly encouraged- and please be sure to tag the @latgbg blog if you do! I'd love to reblog them!

Sure! I can give you some info on everyone's species!

Lumi:

Lumi's species are called Novins, though rather unofficially! They're basically stars in their universe, and you can usually find them lighting up the night sky. More frequently though, they spend their time in one of the Sanctuary's many star nurseries, where they're held and raised until they reach 1,000 celestials (age)!

Novins come it at least six colors, those being red, green, orange, yellow, white, and blue! Red being the largest, and white being the smallest. Every Novin has five points that make up their 'hair', but how they shape it is up to them! Every Novin also has a tail shaped similar to their hair! It works as a comet tail and allows them to streak across the night sky with ease.

Siona:

Siona's species are called Gastropodas, and have a wide variety of species! Each member of their species has three fingers and three toes, with the only difference between them being antennae length, size, tail length, and of course, scales! Each Gastropoda has inverted eyes- black eyes with white pupils, though shape and size vary.

Davin:

Davin's species are called Pillupa, and are basically lizard aliens! Each species has a snake-like hood that shields them from the heat of their two suns. They have four fingers on each hand and three toes, and a long tail that acts almost as a third arm. They've also got big, bushy eyebrows that helps keep grit and dirt out of their eyes! Pillupas are very strong and can lift almost five times their weight. They're also known as the farmer species, given that most if not all of their species lives on a planet well known for their produce.

Mika:

Mika's species are called Avidae, and just from their appearance, you can tell they're birds! While Mika, more specifically is an owl, most of the Avidae species range from different species of birds, whether it be cardinals, blue jays or peacocks! The one similarity they do share though is that all Avidae are pretty much flightless. They developed hand-like wings or claws, which aren't exactly useful for intergalactic travel- not that they'd want to anyway, considering Avidae are one of the secondary royalty species in the galaxy.

Holden:

Holden's species are called Caprabis, and their species is known for their strength! They're incredibly strong (even stronger than Pillupas) and are more frequently known to take on jobs that require heavy lifting. Honestly, I haven't quite figured out the in-depth of these guy's species yet, but I'm sure I will sometime ahaha

Felicity:

Felicity's species Floridae are based on flowers (if it wasn't already obvious!) Being the 'main' royal species in the galaxy, these aliens are known for their collaborations with Avidae and Pillupas, helping the Pillupas with their produce and Avidae with their food production. These royals rarely leave their planet and are very snobbish and uptight. They hold a high power over their citizens and frequently appear in fashion magazines, since their planet is also known as the fashion capital of the galaxy.

#hope this helps! honestly i'm still developing the last three but here ya go!#lumi and the great big galaxy #latgbg #asks #evan bleats #anonymous

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u0-potato · 5 months

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You know when you are pennyless and really want to experience all the possibilities of slay the princess, what do you do?

Persuade a friend into buying them of course! :D

Stream#1 Stream#2

Here's a little text conversation between me and them, after they finished their first route, it's a bit messy but I'd try sorting it

See if you can figure out which route they played before the picture reveals (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

"With dialogue box"=>Friend

Without=>Me

Obviously there will be spoilers

Q.What do you think the character looks like?

"Well at least his height would around normal, maybe a bit short?"

"But his hands looks like THAT, yet there still a choice when confronting the hand thingy: *I'm a person*, so hmmm, a human maybe?"

Q. how about body&face?

"His body would probably be strong, since he can fight the princess neck to neck in chapter 3. There'll proabably be some scale-like things on their chest just like their arms, and the other parts are normal skin

I think the face would be similar to the style of the princess in chapter 1. Probably looks like a normal person, maybe a bit cowardly."

That's because YOU'RE the coward

"Oh shoot"

Q. Anyway, you didn't mention any clothes, does he have any? If he does what kind?

"Proabably just plain cloth?"

"The protagonist seems weaker in terms of physical strength"

maybe :)

"What, like, is there a way to win without a knife?"

"...?"

Q. Anyway, what kind of hair style do you think they'll have?

"I actually thought about this, but than I got lazy, and thought maybe bald would fit"

BALD XD Seriously?

"Uhhh, short with a little ponytail?"

"I'm not sure, since we didn't see the protagonist"

THERE IS A MIRROR

"two glowy eyes, a hand on mirror, the other on face. Rest it black"

turn up the brightness :)

"ok, I'll go try"

wait, did you go open the game?

(Panicking for any spoiler that I forgot)

(Many message/phonecalls and instructions later)

"And the game is a lot more scarier than I thought"

"ohh, the design is cool"

that's cause your alone now :)

"I didn't finish OMORI cause I was scared af"

LOL I should probably just let you play stp by yourself with some translation robot :)

"NO"

"If you do that I probably gave up uwu"

>:(

"I not gonna be dumb and ask for trouble"

Come on, it's a horro game, you coward :(

"I can still feel it, ok?! not like the horror is gone"

I don't, it's funny and calming (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Anyway I finished your version of protagonist

who would have thought it would be adversary XD

"I just thought since I started might as well finish it"

"And then the kill-love route"

And then the kill-love route

"I didn't even know how!!"

LOL

"Btw, is the hands part suppose to be scary?"

Oh that? That's not even scary, you haven't even play the scary part :) I should probably go prepare the translation and let you play alone

"NOPE!!"

YES

"I'll give up"

I will watch you :)

"why do I feel that you're scarier"

;)

End of conversation

They got adversary & the eye of the needle. Congratulations to anyone who got it right

For anyone who found calling adversary "the kill-love route" weird, it's kinda translated from our language. However the common usage would be of a "love-hate relationship", which doesn't fit adversary route, so I change it up a bit

Not sure if I ruined their experience by saying some weird out of context stuff, but it definitely ease their fear so I'm going to keep doing that >:)

Plus, it's funny. And I'll have more to draw

I also watch them play OMORI today, it DEFINITELY ease the fear. I've past out in the middle of the game cause of all the walking, sorry for any OMORI lovers out there

Anyway, enough of my rambling. I hope you all like his take of protagonist, and have a good day! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #omori #art #the long quiet #rambles #design

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fearless-stormclaw · 7 months

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To celebrate me starting the last chapter of the main part of the first book of my Owl House HP AU here are some sketches of some of the kiddos!

I might put colored versions of these drawings into the final draft.

(Fair warning, I do not claim to be an artist. Headshots are about the extent of my abilities.)

First up, our protaganist, 11-year-old Luz Noceda! She wears her hair in pigtails most of the time. The image on the right is a possible design of her with her hair down. (or a possible Vee, whose design I haven't fully pinned down yet) And I realized I forgot her scar whoops She's also supposed to have a scar across her left eyebrow which I forgot to draw but please imagine it's there.

Next up, 11-year old Amity Blight! Her little ponytail was an absolute pain to figure out how to draw. I think I managed it passably though. Her hair is dyed green, like it was in season 1 of the show.

12-year old Willow Park! Poor girl, she is haunted. Sorry, eyes are still a weakness. She's a year older than the others but still in the same grade because her birthday is after the first day of school. For Willow, this adds to her feeling of being behind everyone else.

9-year old Gus Porter! I should mention that the witches in this AU have normal round human ears, just like the wizards in the Harry Potter books. I imagine little Gus to have quite large ears that he will grow into some later. Again I apologize for the eyes.

11-year old Boscha Malphiday! I'm really pleased with how she turned out, although I struggled with her third eye and I'm still not 100% satisfied with how it turned out. Her surname in this AU is a play off of Malfoy--Malfoy comes from the French for "bad faith" (mal foi); Malphiday comes from "mal fidei", Latin for "bad faith".

13-year-old Hunter! He only appears as a cameo in the main storyline of Book 1, but he has a big part in one of the bonus epilogue chapters (which I haven't really written yet). In this timeline, he has only recently officially received his Golden Guard title. He hasn't gotten his cheek scar, ear notch, or eye bags yet (they will all come in due time) but he does have his tooth gap. He got that from getting his face punched in during training. I drew his Golden Guard uniform with only the one pauldron on his left shoulder as in the show, but I'm thinking of giving him a second one on his right shoulder like in the storyboards.

Meet 15-year-old Oliva Che'! She's one of my OCs. She's basically the Oliver Wood character--the captain of the Owl House grudgby team. She is a very spirited and gung-ho type and very enthusiastic about grudgby. She is in the construction track, although she is not a huge fan of the coven system. She's kind of a fun big sister to the younger Owl House students. She is of Yucateca Maya descent. She has brown or gold eyes. Her hair is naturally black but she dyes it a different color every year and usually keeps it in braids. This year it's pink. Unfortunately Paint did a weird thing when I cropped this picture and made her blurry I am so angry Her Palisman (not pictured) is a black spiny-tailed iguana named Toloc.

Meet 16-year-old Saka Katu! She is another OC. She is a cat demon girl and Oliva's girlfriend and also plays on the Owl House grudgby team (mostly because Oliva insists). She is in Potions track and believes deeply in the Coven system. She's a little uptight, some might call her bossy, and big into following the rules. She's kinda of a strict big sister type to the younger Owl House students. She keeps Oliva from being too reckless while Oliva keeps her from being too stiff. Saka is Malagasy for cat and Katu is Basque for cat so her name is literally "cat cat". She may or may not have a Palisman; if she does, it's some sort of fish.

Last but not least, 11-year-old William Myrtus Warthorne! His design is based off of Ser William from the audio tests/pilot. He is described as a handsome boy--broad-shouldered, with blond hair and blue eyes and a hooked nose which I swear I fixed but somehow it's still wrong ORZ. He is in Goat House and is friends with Boscha, but he doesn't participate in bullying (he doesn't do anything to stop it, though, he's just sort of there). He has a friendly, laidback personality and can get along with just about anyone. It's not discussed in this book (it's more of a plot point in book 2), but his family, the Warthornes, are a cadet branch of the Clawthornes which is why he has Clawthorne and Wittebane features.

#the owl house #toh hp au #stormclaw talks

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randomquietkid · 2 years

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"Surfboards and Sketchbooks" pt2

(If you haven't read part one of surfboards and sketchbooks please read it before you can find it on my page. Sorry I don't have a masterlist with all my fics yet, I can't figure out how to change the name on the links and I don't have that many posted. This part accidentally kinda turned into an all about me so you get to learn a little about me. If you want me to change some of the things because it is too personal and isn't varied enough I can totally do that. I'm pretty sure I'll be doing another part and I know what it will basically be talking about but I don't know what will happen so who knows I might have a fourth part too. I do think this part was a little all over the place and I don't like it as much as the first part so sorry If it disappointed some of y'all cause I think I could have done better.If you enjoy don't be afraid to send in requests there is a pinned post on my page of all the characters I would write about)

Trigger warnings: none. Probably cursing

Enjoy <3

Y/n POV:

I walked into school with my music blasting in my ears. I was listening to Alec Benjamin. As I looked around I saw that pretty much everyone looked the same. Tan, blond or brown haired, and a Summer wardrobe. Me on the other hand pale, brown hair and graphic tees, flannel and ripped jeans (I put what I would wear just because it was easier to write but I will change it if any of you would like. Kinda like a description of what I look like though ;) stood out from the crowd. My phone was laying on top of my sketchbook and book (right now I'm reading the Good Girl Complex but you can choose whatever you want) with my wire earbuds out the charger plug. I walked into the office to get my schedule from the front desk lady and saw the guy that I drew at the beach walk out. "JJ not even into first period and your already here" the Lady at the front desk said as she walked back from the printer with my schedule. "Yep. Sorry Mrs. B" he said "Y/n Y/l/n,here's your schedule dear. Have a great first day" she said as she handed me my schedule "thank you" I replied and walked out the office. 𝘑𝘑 was his name. As I made my way to first period from the office I saw JJ look at me walking away. Did he recognize me too, I really hope not.

First period was Social Study's. It was boring. I get the whole "don't want to repeat history" thing but if this generation did anything for history it would be either burn the world down or get so bad that people leave it, probably both. As I drowned out the teacher and started drawing in my sketchbook I heard shuffling next to me and saw 𝗝𝗝 sit in the desk next to me. Fuck. "Well I didn't want to jump right into work so I want everyone to fill out this get to know me worksheet" the teacher explained and many annoyed groans and complaints were verbalized but I just rolled my eyes. What are we 10, my teachers have been giving us that same worksheet since 1st grade. JJ passed me the sheet with a smile and leaned over to whisper " Have you also been doing this sheet on the first day of school for forever" he questioned with a small laugh "yep. Pretty sure they don't even read them just throw them away, basically gives them a free day" I said telling him my theory. He laughed "makes sense. I would" I nodded in agreement. " this may seem weird but, were you the one to sketch me at the beach two weeks ago" JJ asked. Shit he knows. " umm yeah. I'm sorry about my friends" I said apologizing for whatever they did. " don't worry about it, you have real talent. It was amazing"." why thank you" I smiled back at him as I felt my face heat up. Our conversation ended with both of us smiling as I looked at the sheet and saw the same questions as last year. 'What is your favorite food' *favorite food* 'what is your favorite music to listen to' *favorite music* (character playlists. Very hard to choose. Theres sooo many good artists) 'what do you like to do in your free time' *what you like to do* (for character purpose y/n will like drawing/painting and reading) 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 'Your favorite show' *your favorite show* 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒/ 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑜𝑛 (I have an unhealthy obsession with sharks thanks to my sister making me watch jaws at the age of six and then i had a really weird dream that got over my fear of sharks) 'favorite movie' 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑐𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑗𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 'favorite summer memory' 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠 *what you did* (I did go to a concert and a lot of book stores but summer isn't over yet where I'm from) 'favorite color' 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 * your favorite color* (black or greens) 'do you have any pets' 𝑛𝑜 *your pets if you have any* (I kinda forgot what else were on those sheets so that's all and I have two dogs) 'dinggggg' finally class was over. "As you get ready to leave put your papers on my dest, I can't wait to read them" our teacher said. Me and JJ gave each other a look and both laughed a little as I bet he thought about what I said earlier. I got up and put the paper on the teachers desk and left the classroom. As I put my earbuds back in and pulled out my schedule to see where I was supposed to be next I felt a someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw JJ behind me playing with his rings and his friends by the staircase doing a horrible job at trying not to watch whatever was about to happen. "Hi" "hi" "umm so I was wondering if you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch" he asked "yeah I would love to" "awesome" I laughed a little and he smiled "what's your next class so I know where to pick you up from" he asked "wow such a gentleman, umm I have *blah blah blah*" he smiled and said "really, me too. Well actually all of my friends and me do" "that's great. Do you mind walking me I have no idea where I'm going" I asked as I put

My schedule in my back pocket. "Yep no problem" he said leading me to his friends. "Y/n this is John B, Pope and Kiara" JJ said as he introduced his friends "hi" I said and they all waved. "Y/n has the same class as us next and she doesn't know where to go so she's walking with us" he explained to his friends and the nodded and started leading the way. I got a little distracted when my earbuds got tangled in the swirl of my sketchbook as I tried to untangle them I heard John B ask JJ "sooo definitely don't have a crush on her" not convinced. I heard him wince because JJ elbowed him in the ribs "shup up. And I don't know but shut the fuck up I don't want her to hear you" JJ said. I laughed a little at his antics. When we got into *blah blah blah* classroom JJ and his friends sat towards the back, as the sat down I almost sat in a seat towards the side of the classroom with the door but JJ patted the seat next to me implying me to sit there. I gave him a 'are you sure' look and he nodded. "You sure" I asked again once I sat down. "Positive" he replied smiling.

As the teacher went on about some of the class rules and units and shit I started drawing a little alien dude in the corner of my sketchbook as I felt a piece of paper hit my hand. I looked over and saw a crumbled up piece of paper on my desk and I saw a smirking JJ next to me. I opened it to read it and it said "go on a date with me Saturday" with two boxes below one with yes one with no. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I read that. I checked the yes box and gave it back to JJ. I looked over at him to see his reaction, he had smiled really big. That made me smile. So we were just some idiots smiling in the back of the classroom as the teacher explained rules. But I didn't care, even though i don't know the kid I'm freaking out about our 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 Saturday.

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