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luvrrszn · 2 months
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REMUS LUPIN x FEM READER
summary full moon turns your remus into someone unrecognisable
warnings angst probably, probably inaccurate hp facts, bad writing, not proofread, probably a piece of trash i just needed it out of my drafts lol
a/n it has been SO long since i've written for hp so it's probably full of inaccuracies 😭 take everything with a grain of salt and PLEASE send in more requests ily
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james has a shit-eating grin on his face when you walk in.
“oh, bloody hell. what is it now?” you groan as you flop onto your boyfriend's, remus's, bed.
"wait till you see what pads did to snape's robes." james reveals, unable to contain his grin.
"oh c'mon, jamie. when are you guys gonna get tired of picking on him? you guys are gonna get in serious trouble one day, i'm tellin ya." you sigh as you try to find a comfortable position to sit in.
just then, the door swings open to reveal sirius and your beloved boyfriend, remus. sirius has his usual smirk, while remus looks a little downer than usual. you check the date on the calendar next to his bed and realises it's almost full moon.
he takes off his shoes and slides into his bed next to you. you snuggle up next to him, and he rests an arm around your shoulder.
"should we go to hogsmeade this weekend?" james suggests, and you nod, saying animatedly, "yes please. i need new quills, and i'd like to pop by honeydukes."
usually, remus chides you for the sheer amount of sugar you consume. this time, he remains silent. this is your first clue that something's wrong.
while james and sirius argue over nothing, you turn to face remus, eye full of concern. you ask, "remmy, are you okay? you've barely said a word all day."
"i'm fine," he replies. you're left puzzled, by the lack of endearment. but you decide not to push any further, turning your attention back to the book you had just picked off his nightstand.
"is that my book? why are you always touching my things?" remus snatches the book out of your hands, only to receive perplexed glances from james and sirius.
"oi, loosen up, moony. it's just a book, don't be mean." james stands up for you. so does sirius, saying, "yeah moony, don't be an arse."
remus just ignores them.
an hour passes, and so does about four different conversation between james, sirius and you. remus has barely spoken a word, and you're getting more and more concerned by the second.
"remmy, are you sure you're okay? are you feeling unwell?" you ask, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead.
"i'm fine, stop worrying," he says, curt. you're a bit shocked, by the tone he's taken with you and the way he barely looks at you.
"oh, merlin. do you ever shut up? all you do is talk and talk and talk. will you leave me alone for one bloody second?" remus snaps at you.
james and sirius immediately stop talking, and stare at remus in shock. remus worships the ground you walk on, never in a million years would they imagine him talking to you like this.
you're equally shocked yourself. you knew remus had a short temper around full moon, but his anger was never, never, directed towards you.
you get up from the bed and it takes everything for you to not cry in front of your friends. you say softly, "i think i'm going to go back to my room. goodnight, guys."
"dove, wait," remus calls out, his voice apologetic.
you pretend you don't hear him and walk out of the door, not looking back once.
when you push open the door to your dorm room, with tears streaming down your face, lily immediately beckons you over to her bed.
"oh, dear. what happened now?" she asks gently, holding you in her arms as she strokes your hair.
"boys are assholes." you grumble.
"tell me something i don't know." lily chuckles.
she holds you as you cry. she silently vows to not let remus near you any time in the next few weeks.
and just as she promised herself she would, lily had you surrounded with friends for the next few weeks, making it impossible for remus to reach you, or for you to reach him.
full moon had come and gone, and it killed you to know that you weren't there for remus while he went through it.
you weren't left to dwell on it for long, with all your friends always surrounding you, keeping you occupied.
remus, however, was left to stress over the fact that he hadn't been able to make it up to you, and not for a lack of trying. with lily and your friends around you round the clock, he never had an opportunity to approach you without death glares from four different girls.
his opportunity arises when you fall off your broom while playing quidditch.
"madam pomfrey, i'm fine, please, let me go back o—" you plead, only to be cut off.
"nonsense, dear. you need to be kept for observation. i won't have you go back out to play." she shakes her head, and disappears to tend to another student.
the door creaks open, and you see a familiar face poke in.
your boyfriend, whom you haven't spoken to in three weeks.
he has a sheepish look on his face as he sits down on the chair next to the bed you're lying on.
"dove, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that, especially not in front of our friends. i was stressed, but it's still no excuse for the way i treated you. i hope you can forgive me." he says, gently taking your hand in his.
you let out a sigh, saying, "it was really mean, remmy."
"i know, i know, dove. and i'm so, so sorry. i should have never spoken to you that way. I'll never speak to you like that ever again, swear. else you can chop my balls off, i swear." he replies, giving you a small smile.
"fine, remmy. but you're an absolute arse, i hope you know that."
"i promise you i do." he replies as he presses a kiss into your hair.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 10 months
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Hi,love ur stories 😍
I was wondering if u could do one based on 'I see the light' from tangled, where they meet at a mutual friends wedding or something, she was singing the song where she has the most melodiest voice and (charles, max or Pierre) somehow 'fall in love' at first sight of her along with her voice. Thx 😊😍
This was cute 💕 I hope you don't mind but I changed the setting a little bit.
Tangled Up In You || MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x singer!fem!reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with his ex, more fluff WC: 2.2k
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Children were known to be resilient creatures that could adapt well to changes but Penelope had struggled to understand why her and her mother no longer lived with Max. It had been six months and still she asked where her ‘Maxie’ was and why he couldn’t come with them to their new home. 
So, it came as no surprise when she was asked who she wanted to invite to her 4th birthday party that Max was at the top of the list.
“...you don’t have to come, I can say you are busy-”
“No, I’ll be there, Kel,” Max interrupted as he put the call on speaker and added the event to his calendar. “Is P there? Can I talk to her?”
“Sorry, she’s with Daniil picking out her princess dress. The theme’s Disney, of course,” Kelly laughed softly before she sighed. “Are you sure you want to come, or are you just being nice?”
“I want to come. I miss our tea parties, and standing on tiny pieces of lego.”
The silence on the line lingered for a moment before she couldn’t help asking. “Do you miss me?” 
This time it was Max who sighed. “I’ll see you on Saturday.”
He hung up before she could apologise again. Somehow she always turned a conversation back to their relationship, but that wasn’t something Max would ever entertain. If the man knew one thing from his life of racing it was how to move forward and when the three year relationship he had run its course he had taken time to reflect, just like those post-race debriefs, and planned to use it as a lesson learned for next time.
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Kelly had overdone it as usual. 
The largest ballroom of Hôtel de Paris had been transformed into a set straight from Disney and filled with actresses dressed as Penelope’s favourites princesses. 
It was easy to spot P when Max walked in because her excited squeals were impossible to miss and he followed the sound to the front of the stage where she was jumping excitedly.
“Maxie!” she screamed, running and jumping at him trusting he would catch her.
“Happy Birthday, P,” he grinned as he lifted her up into a hug. “I can’t believe you are two years old already.”
“I’m four, silly!”
“No, that can’t be. You can’t possibly grow up that quickly.”
“I can! Have you seen my princesses? My favourite one isn’t here yet but mummy said she’s going to be here any minute.”
Max scanned the room for the princesses and saw the usual ones like Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora. “Is Rapunzel still your favourite then?”
Penelope nodded with a big toothy grin. “She’s so pretty. I want to be like her when I grow up.”
Max put her down carefully and straightened the tiara sitting on her perfectly styled hair. “You are already prettier than everyone here, P.”
“There you are,” Kelly greeted Max as she left another conversation to join them, kissing his cheeks twice just a little too close to the corners of his lips. “Just in time too. Sweetheart, look who’s here.”
Penelope screamed as she spotted Rapunzel taking the stage, a long golden braid adorned with flowers hanging all the way down her back. “It’s her, it’s really her,” P squealed as she squeezed Max’s hand. “She’s beautiful.”
Max was in a state of shock as his jaw fell slack. “She is.”
The lights of the stage dimmed until only a single spotlight cast a warm glow to her skin, the braiding of hair around her head appearing like a golden crown, or more accurately, a halo.
Max recognised the song in an instant, remembering the evenings spent on the couch watching Tangled, P dancing across the living room floor as she sang her little heart out. The memory brought a smile to his lips and it only grew wider as the angel on the stage began to sing.
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You double checked the wig was held firmly by the pins and not a strand of hair was out of place before running your palms over the dress to make sure there wasn’t a single wrinkle on the pastel pink material. Satisfied you were ready, you hooked the small microphone and earpiece into place and nodded to the sound engineer to start the cue.
It was no difficult task to smile brightly as the music began and you twirled out onto the stage, you lived for these days. Seeing the excitement and joy your performances made the children who witnessed it brought joy to your life. Seeing their eyes widen and their jaws drop was what motivated you to channel even deeper and give your all to the act.
All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been
You spotted the birthday girl at the front of the crowd and plucked a bright flower from the braid, kneeling down to tuck it behind her ear. Her smile widened and she could hardly stand still as she trembled with excitement.
You waved a hand to the ceiling and the projector illuminated it with a thousand little glowing dots and a surprised gasp whispered across the largest crowd you had ever sung to.
Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be
You smiled at the little girl once more before spinning on your toes beneath the twinkling lights, the tulle skirt billowing around you as if you were floating away with them.
Around the room, the other casted characters were turning on their lanterns and raising them into the air on near invisible strings. You could perform this set a thousand times and never tire of seeing the crowd's reactions to the lanterns floating into the night sky.
And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new
You scanned the crowd while they were in a state of wonderment looking up, but there was one man who wasn’t. He still held the same unblinking look of awe but he could have been oblivious to the lights the way he was staring right back at you.
There was something about the look that almost knocked you off your feet as your stomach flipped and heat burned on your cheeks under the intensity. His eyes, a pale shade of blue, drew you closer to the edge of the stage and his foot lifted as if he were to follow.
And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted
His lips moved like he knew the words by heart and you nearly missed the line as your heart skipped a beat. The rest of the crowd faded away as you knelt back where you had been and pulled another flower from your hair.
All at once everything looks different Now that I see you
He leaned forward and you tucked it behind his ear, your fingers grazing his jawline as you retreated. You were so absorbed by his shy smile and the blush highlighting his cheeks you didn’t notice the woman standing to the side of him. For a moment, before you caught yourself, it was only him that you sang to and only him that you saw.
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“Please, please can I?” P begged her mother to go and see Rapunzel but after the breathtaking performance she had been in a mood and withdrew her hand from her daughter’s. 
“No, your cake is going to be coming out in a moment - I need to be here to show them where to put it.”
Tears welled along the four year old’s eyes and her bottom lip trembled before Max stepped in. “How about I take her?”
He had been watching the stage entrance for any sign of movement since her song had ended and it was hard to hide the disappointment when she didn’t return for another. He could still hear her voice and was busy committing it to memory in the hopes he could use the sweet, melodic sound to calm his racing mind when he lay awake alone at night.
Max couldn’t explain how utterly obsessed he had become or how he wished he knew what delicate perfume it was he had inhaled when she touched his face. He ran his hand along his jawline, following where her fingers had been under the guise of a scratch, and he was glad he had tidied his beard up for the event.
“Of course you would offer that,” Kelly bit back, pulling him from his thoughts as his hand fell away from his face. “Whatever, do as you want.”
Penelope understood the permission but missed the sarcasm and Max sighed to himself as he took P’s hand and made their way to the curtains that hid the makeshift backstage area.
“Rapunzel!” P squealed as she rushed forward, towing Max to keep up until she barrelled into the princesses legs and wrapped her arms around them. “I love you.”
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You had almost begun to pull your wig off when you heard a little girl call out. You turned just in time to catch her as she grappled you into a hug and you laughed softly as you tucked her hair back behind her ear to see the flower you had given her.
“Aren’t you the sweetest little girl,” you giggled as you knelt down to her height and took in the sight of the man who followed her, his hands tucking into his dress pants. You drowned in the eyes that had held you captivated before tearing yours away and swallowing the disappointment that had crept up your throat. “I hope you are having the most magical birthday with your father.”
The birthday girl looked up at him with a laugh. “This is my Maxie.”
You tried to hide your confusion but he obviously saw it as he scratched the back of his neck, the material of the shirt he wore straining as his biceps tensed.
“Uh, I am, was, her step-dad,” he corrected as he gave the girl a small sad smile before offering his hand to you. “It’s just Max, or you can call me Maxie too, I guess, if you want.”
You smiled in amusement as you shook his hand, the touch lingering a little longer as neither of you made an effort to pull away.
“I’m Rapunzel,” you said as your eyes darted to Penelope.
“Right,” he chuckled and let his hand fall back to his side as he looked at her too. “Your cake might be waiting for you, P. Do you want to go check?”
“Can you come?” she asked you with big round eyes.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Eugene has probably got himself into trouble without me, so I should really be going. But I must thank you, it was an absolute delight to celebrate your birthday with you. I love getting to spend time with a fellow princess.” You swung your braid over your shoulder and the sweet scent of the fresh flowers filled the air. “You can have as many as you like.”
It took all your concentration not to look at Max when that was what you really wanted to do, especially when he knelt beside you and helped Penelope to choose which flowers to take. His arm brushed against yours and you nearly lost your balance from the deep breath you took of his mouth watering cologne.
Eventually she was happy with the dozen bright blossoms she cradled in her arms and thanked you before rushing to take them back to her mother. “Come on, Maxie!” she called without looking back to see if he was following.
He rose with a sigh and you hissed as your head was tugged sharply by the pins. “Shit, sorry,” he murmured as he saw his watch had got caught in the braid. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright, it actually happens more often than you would think.” You rubbed the back of your head where the pain was worst and double checked the birthday girl was gone. “I’m Y/N.”
He repeated it with a smile as he slipped the watch off his wrist to use both hands to untangle it from the golden threads. “Would you let me take you to dinner to apologise properly?”
If you were wearing your microphone it probably would have picked up the sound of your heart from how quickly it started pumping. There was no denying this attraction between you and you could see he was equally affected by it too.
“No, I told you it’s alright,” you started, taking his hand when his shoulder slumped crestfallen. “But, you can buy me dinner if you want to make it a date?”
A bright smile broke across his face and you couldn’t help smiling back knowing it was because of you. “Tonight?”
You nodded as you reached into the hidden pocket in the dress and passed him your phone to enter his number before he sent himself a message to get yours. “You might not recognise me without all this,” you joked as you started to pull the pins out of the wig and freed your natural hair.
He chuckled and shook his head as he found you even more beautiful than before. “There’s no mistaking those eyes, I would recognise them anywhere.”
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harrysbabycherry · 7 months
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a favor (part two)
in which y/n is harry’s assistant and he asks a very interesting favor from her
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(Y/N) genuinely cannot believe what she just heard.
Because she knows that he didn’t just say that. She has no idea how to even react to his statement. What does it mean? What is it implying? Why her? Why is this something that came up in the first place? 
For several moments, all she can do is stare at him. He doesn’t look particularly nervous about what her response could be, he actually looks quite confident that she’ll just go along with this insane thing he’s said. 
“Why?” Was the only thing she could ask him at the moment. She figures if she starts there, things will start making sense quicker. 
“Why not?” He shrugged it off like this was something normal. Like people just go around claiming others as their girlfriend and it’s just fine. Because it happens all the time. 
Except it doesn’t. And it’s not. 
“Well, you might want to clear that up then. Because I’m not your girlfriend.” She tried to say it as firmly as she could, but he just shook his head. 
“But I told him you are. So, you are.” Again, she’s just in so much shock because what is happening? It doesn’t add up and she just wishes he could be straight-forward with her this one time. 
“No, Harry. I’m not. And this obviously isn’t a work-related dinner and so far it’s very unprofessional, sir, no offense. So, I think I’d better go.” Right when she picked up her purse, he snatched it out of her hand and held it to his chest. 
“Not so fast, (Y/N),” She huffed, sitting back in her chair, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. He is the most childish man she’s ever met. She briefly thinks about telling him that but decides not to. “I told you I needed a favor from you and you said you’d help me.” 
“I was drunk! And I didn’t know what you were asking because you’ve made it your mission to be mysterious or whatever and it’s not very fun for people who don’t know what’s going on. It’s actually very mean. Now give me my bag.” She reached across the table, but he leaned away from her, holding back the most obvious grin she’s ever seen. 
“Come on, (Y/N). If you’d let me explain a bit, you’d probably love the idea.” She doubted that. 
“Fine. Why did you lie to your father?” 
“I didn’t really lie. I just told him something to keep him happy with me.” (Y/N) is rubbing her temples, wondering if she should try to get up and leave again. She’s still not sure why her being his girlfriend has anything to do with his father being happy. 
“But why?”
“(Y/N). My father is retiring in three months. He needs to take me seriously. His position will be up for grabs and right now, it’s between me and that cocksucker.” She figured he was referring to Steven with the face he pulled, but she’s still not getting the answers she needs to be able to understand what the hell he’s talking about. “And he needs to see that I’ve settled down and I’m responsible and committed to something.” 
Like it was the simplest thing in the world. (Y/N) is wondering if he’s thought of other options. You know, besides pretending to date his assistant because there has to be another way. 
“And what does that have to do with me?” 
“He likes you.” 
“I still don’t get it.” 
“Then let me dumb it down for you,” She narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance. “I’m on my way to thirty, (Y/N). And right now, my father thinks all I do in my spare time is party and drink and fuck random girls every night.” 
“Um, that would be because you do.” She has access to his calendars. She knows what he’s up to even if he thinks she doesn’t. 
“I do not, (Y/N). And I’m hurt that you think I do.” She rolled her eyes.
“Why not ask one of them?”
“Don’t want to.” 
“Then why me?” 
“I already told you because he likes you. You’re my only option, (Y/N). Please.” She took a second to think about it. She’s never been the deceiving type and Des is always so nice to her. She can’t. 
“I’m not going to lie to your father for you, Harry. I’m sorry. I need to go.” 
“I’ve already told him so there's not much you can do.” She stood from her chair, done with the conversation. She snatched her purse back and watched as his eyebrows furrowed like he was getting the tiniest bit frustrated with her. 
“Goodnight, Harry.” She went to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. 
“What if I said your job depended on it?” 
“Then, you’d be an asshole.” 
“Then I guess I am.” 
“You said it wouldn’t have anything to do with my job!” 
“I changed my mind. Sit back down.” That was the last thing she was going to do. She knows Harry pretty well and she knows he’s not going to fire her over this. So, she’s going to call his bluff. 
“No. I guess you have to fire me.” 
Harry knows she’ll come around to the idea. Of course, it’s not going to impact her job, he only said that to make her reconsider. Plus, he likes to get her riled up so she gets mouthy. She’s never spoken this way to him before and he sure it’s because he’s been bothering her so much in the past couple weeks. Before (Y/N) was like a little church mouse and said very little to him. Now, she’s rolling her eyes and almost shouting at him. He loves it. He loves it so much. 
“See you at work tomorrow.” He grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips as she huffed and walked from the table, toward the exit. He watched her the entire way as she weaved in between tables and finally pushed her way through the revolving doors.
Yeah. He’ll be seeing (Y/N) tomorrow even if she doesn’t want to see him. 
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Harry was surprised to find out that (Y/N) called into work the next day. 
Now she’s just being dramatic. 
But he’s persistent and used to getting what he wants, so this is no issue for him. He was going to wait until the work day was over but decided instead to leave his office around lunchtime and go track her down. What better way to show that he’s serious than forcing his way into her apartment and making her do just what he wants her to do? 
So, that’s why he’s at her door right now with a bundle of pretty flowers, attempting to ask for forgiveness. He can admit that he might not have gone about it the best way. He kind of just told her what she was going to do instead of asking. And Harry thinks that (Y/N) might change her mind if he’s a bit nicer about it.
He knocked on her door twice and waited, checking his watch. He’s not sure she’ll open the door because she does have a peephole that she can take advantage of and just act like she’s not home, but he knows better than that and he’s not giving up. 
“(Y/N). I just want to talk, sweetheart. Come on out.” He spoke up now that it had been silent for much longer than he wanted it to be. He knows she’s inside trying to decide what to do. And he’ll wait here all day if it means she’ll come out eventually to talk to him. 
“Go away.” He heard through the door. He tried not to smile.
“Open up. It’s important.” He knocked again. 
She huffed on the other side of the door. She cannot believe he’s here right now wasting his time. She’s never going to agree to something as strange as that. It wouldn’t be right. So, she’s still keeping her back to the door, thinking of ways to get him to go away. 
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She thinks she just heard him laugh and that irritates her more. He’s laughing at her again and she hates that. 
“Thought you were my best girl, (Y/N). Just open the door already.” She can’t believe he even called her that in the first place. It makes her sick to her stomach. 
“Nope. Bye.” She was just about to walk off from the door and leave him there pleading by himself, but of course, he had another trick up his sleeve. 
“Brought you some of those Belgian chocolates you like. You know, the ones I always bring back and you rave about.” 
Harry goes on these lavish vacations a few times a year and always brings something back for her as a souvenir. He’d found these amazing chocolates shaped like seashells once and always has a stockpile of them for her when he returns. And (Y/N) can’t say no to chocolates. And Harry knows just how to get her to do what he wants. Always. 
She opened the door, even though she didn’t want to and there he stood, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. She wanted to slam the door on him, but with the promise of chocolates, she decided to postpone any door slamming. 
“Fine. What is so urgent that you had to come find me during work hours?” He didn’t answer right away, he just stared at her. “Hey, don’t you have a meeting right now?” 
Again, he didn’t answer because he’s never seen (Y/N) in so little clothes. She’s in a tank top with a very fair amount of cleavage showing and a pair of pajama shorts that are so short, he can’t look at them for too long. And she’s completely makeup free and her hair is in a messy ponytail and Harry, for just a second, thinks that they could really pull this off. 
“Canceled it. You know what’s so urgent. Can you let me in now?” 
“Where are the chocolates?” He sighed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the much smaller box of chocolates than she was expecting. She shot him a look but took the candy from his outstretched hand anyway. “Come in.�� 
He followed after her. He remembered the setup the same as it had been when he practically carried her to her bed last Friday. He’d told his father earlier that day which is why he needed (Y/N) to be there at dinner. 
His father was very excited to learn about (Y/N). He said he saw it coming eventually or something. And he was even more excited when he found out (Y/N) was coming to dinner. While she didn’t say much, Des knows it’s just a part of her personality and didn’t push her to speak about the relationship, thank god. Harry was a bit nervous he’d begin quizzing her, but he warned him beforehand not to overwhelm her. He also told him that (Y/N) didn’t know he was telling him and to keep it under wraps. 
His plan will run so smoothly if she just does what he wants. She doesn’t even have to do anything. Just a few dinners here and there and a few outings to solidify everything. Nothing insane. Nothing like he bets she’s thinking. 
He relaxed into her couch as soon as he was close enough and watched as (Y/N) stood over him and kept her arms crossed. Little did she know she was pressing her tits together in the most delicious way. And he couldn’t help staring. 
Harry’s never really considered (Y/N) because she’s so out of his league, but now that the opportunity has come up, he’s thinking otherwise. He’d really prefer not to mix business with pleasure, but with (Y/N), he doesn’t think he can help it. 
“Did you think about what I said?” 
“Mhm.” 
“And what do you think?” 
“It’s a no, Mister Styles, so if you want to fire me, go ahead. But you’ll never, ever, ever have another assistant better than me, so you’re really kind of screwing yourself. Now goodbye.” He loves this. He’d do it all day if he could, but unfortunately, he’s still not getting the answer he’d like. 
“See, that’s not going to work for me. And if you’re such an incredible assistant, why are you not doing what I’m telling you to? Maybe if I did have another assistant she’d be more . . . willing,” He trailed off and she huffed, knowing what game he’s playing. “And it might even come with a pay raise. Extra vacation days, PTO . . . the list could go on.” 
All those things sound amazing, but she just doesn’t know the risk of it all. But he’s almost giving her an offer she can’t refuse. Almost. 
“What does being your girlfriend even mean?” She rubbed at her forehead, feeling stupid for even asking. It’s like giving him what he wants and she hates that. 
“Just dinners with my father. A few events that we’d have to be seen publicly at. Nothing over the top and nothing to make you uncomfortable. I will have to touch you though. And I know you have no issue with that, sweetheart.” She feels like chucking the chocolates at his head but stops herself and decides to be nice this once.
“You’re delusional. Like seriously. And I’m not saying yes, but the pay raise would have to be substantial. No one could know about it because they’d think you’re favoring me just because I’m your girlfriend,” She gasped. “Does the whole office have to know?” 
She doesn’t want any weird looks from anyone. She knows Riley will have a field day if she hears he’s her boyfriend. But that’s not happening. 
“Kind of. They’d find out anyway, but we don’t have to formally tell them. What do you say?” She snatched the flowers out of his hand and went to put them in water. 
She left him sitting there on her couch as she trimmed the stems, filled a vase, and put them neatly on her counter top. Then she sighed, questioning her own sanity. 
“I don’t know.” He turned towards her and smirked. 
“Better than no. What’s holding you back?” She shot him a look. 
“Um, the whole thing! You’re asking a lot from me.” She crossed her arms, watching as his eyes looked her up and down again. 
“I know. I’m willing to compensate you nicely for your time and attention, (Y/N).” She dropped onto the couch next to him, feeling tired. He drains her of energy. Just speaking with him.
“Why me?” She shut her eyes. 
“Because you're stunning and I don’t want anyone else.” She peeked an eye open at him and groaned. 
“Don’t say things like that, please. How long?” He shrugged. 
“As long as it takes.” 
“What if you meet someone?” 
“I won’t.” 
“What if I meet someone?” 
“I’ll make sure you don’t.” She scoffed, swatting his shoulder. She can’t believe that she’s really thinking about this. She doesn’t know all the terms and conditions yet, but still, he’s almost convincing her to say yes. 
“Listen,” She sat up so hopefully he’d take her more seriously. “Just until your father passes the position onto you. Nothing more. Do you hear me?” 
“I hear you, (Y/N).” Now he’s smiling and she would hate it if he didn’t look so pretty. 
“And this is on my terms. Nothing weird or I’m breaking up with you. I’m not kidding.” He put his hands up in defense and laughed. 
“Nothing weird, got it.” She rubbed over her eyes and sighed. She cannot believe what she just agreed to. 
“Now order me dinner and then leave. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.” She is feeling hungry and she doesn't mind having another meal out of his pocket again. She has a feeling that will be happening more often. 
“Yes ma’am.” 
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What (Y/N) did not expect the next morning was an unbelievably large flower arrangement to be sitting on her desk. She set her purse down before searching for the card. And when she opened the card, Harry had left her a sweet little note. 
For you, my love.
Harry
She was just about to roll her eyes when Des appeared in front of her with Harry standing beside him.
“How are you this morning, (Y/N)?” She glanced at Harry before speaking. 
“I-I’m good. Great. Harry sent me some flowers. Isn’t that so sweet of him?” She played it off, trying not to get hot in the face as Harry winked at her. 
“That is nice of you, son. I’m glad he’s being good to you. You deserve flowers, (Y/N).” He patted her on the shoulder before bidding them both farewell. As soon as he was out of sight, (Y/N) was slapping Harry’s arm as hard as she could. 
“Ow!” 
“Why wouldn’t you warn me?!” She felt like hitting him again, but she's never been one to get violent. But Harry is making her feel like she’s crazy. 
“You do better when you’ve not been rehearsing things in your head. I did you a favor.” 
“Can you keep this in your office? It’s so obnoxious.” She picked up the flowers and tried to hold them out to him, but he shook his head. 
“Nope. Those are yours. Plus, it says a lot without saying anything.” And then he walked off, leaving her with her arms outstretched with the flowers. She rolled her eyes and sat them back on the corner of her desk. 
Harry hopes that Steven comes to his floor and tries to charm (Y/N) today. And he hopes that she shows him that card and he finally gets the fucking hint. Normally, he has to go to her desk and shoo him away, but maybe the flowers will do the trick all on their own. 
(Y/N) really tried to get work done today, but the amount of meetings Harry had scheduled was just too much for her. She had to be present in most of them and of course Harry had his arm wrapped around her chair, shooting daggers at Steven. They had two meetings with him already and Harry just kept pushing the bar. Pulling her chair close to his, playing with her hair, leaning down to whisper absolutely nothing pertaining to the meeting in her ear. She knew it was all a part of the game, but he’s frustrating putting his mouth so close to her ear and raking his fingers through her hair. It was driving her mad and not in the way that she wanted it to. She wanted to be irritated by it, not yearning for more. 
Harry feels the same. He knows (Y/N) won’t initiate anything because she just doesn’t know what to do yet. But he knows when the day comes, he won’t be able to get enough. In the meantime, he’s just going to play it cool. Let things happen as they do. So what he likes the feeling of her hair through his fingers or how she shivers when he leans in to ask her if she’s cold. This is just to keep his father’s company in the family name. He doesn’t know why Steven is an option at all, but he’s going to do his best to keep him from being one. And (Y/N) is the only way he can do that. 
When lunchtime arrived, she was going about it as normal. She’s going to walk downstairs and ask Riley if she’d like to come along with her to the cafe. As soon as she stopped at her desk, Riley was beaming at her. 
“Hey, ready to go?” She’s an amazing friend. (Y/N) doesn’t see her much outside of work, but they’re still pretty much best friends. 
“Oh, yeah. I’ve got to send off an email really quickly and then I’ll be good to go.” (Y/N) waited patiently as Riley typed out whatever she needed to. She is kind of hungry today, so she’s thinking she’ll get an extra side of fries today. Right when Riley clicked send, arms were wrapping around (Y/N) from behind and she was pulled into someone’s chest. Both her and Riley’s eyes went wide. Hers because who is grabbing her and Riley’s because um, isn’t that her boss? 
“Hi, Riley. You don’t mind if I steal (Y/N) again, do you?” He rested his chin on her tense shoulder and squeezed her. She’s dying right now, but can’t find it in herself to move right now. She knows he said touching, but she never thought it’d be like this. 
His chest is warm against her back, even through the cozy sweater she decided to wear today. His hands are at her waist and he’s got quite the grip on her. If she didn’t have more common sense, she’d be in a puddle right now. But she can’t afford that with Harry. It’s not in the cards now and never will be. 
“Uh…no, sir. She’s all yours.” (Y/N) could tell Riley was thoroughly confused, but just didn’t say anything. She waved at (Y/N) and Harry started pulling her off. He reached for her hand instead and guided her to the doors. She glanced back at Riley once more and saw she looked completely confused, but she just waved again. 
When they made it out on the street, (Y/N) ripped her hand from his. 
“Excuse my language but what the fuck was that?” He just chuckled, reaching for her hand again. 
“I said I’m taking you to lunch. What’s wrong with that, babe?” Again, he’s acting like this scenario is normal and it’s not. 
“You are so—” She cut herself off by groaning and he laughed again. 
“Be good for me, please, and I’ll buy you dessert.” 
“Fine.” He slipped his fingers between hers and dragged her down the street while she tried to keep up with him. (Y/N) is not getting used to this any time soon. She won’t. 
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(Y/N) knew from the start that Harry would be around a lot more than she’s used to. Just to play up the fact that they’re supposed to be dating. But what she didn’t know was that he’d be everywhere she is. 
She goes to make copies, he follows her and makes it so obvious to everyone in the office that there’s something going on between them. Which she didn’t want. But it was too late. She could hear the whispers everytime she passed the floor. It was an awful feeling, but when she mentioned it to Harry, he was far from understanding. 
“No one is going to treat you differently, babe. Don’t worry about it,” She huffed. He just doesn’t get it. Everyone on their floor is already gossiping and she hates it. “Someone’s giving you a hard time then? Who?” 
He sat up straighter in his chair, ready to go off down the hallway and take care of whoever is making (Y/N) uncomfortable. Because it’s none of anyone’s business. And if anyone has anything to say about it, their job position can easily be eliminated. 
“No one! It’s just . . . people are talking because you won’t leave me alone!” She whined, but he couldn’t help smiling at her. Because that wasn’t happening. And not just because they’re supposed to be dating. But because he just likes to. He likes to see what she’s doing and talk to her and tease her. It’s normal. He just wants to be around her. Not in a weird way, but in a way that is normal. 
“Can’t help it. You’re my girlfriend, (Y/N). What am I supposed to do? Ignore you?” (Y/N) wanted to cover her ears, but decided that might be a bit much. But why is he just saying that? Like it’s true or something. 
“I’m actually not your girlfriend, Mister Styles, and this is strictly business.” She crossed her arms, not wanting to take part in the fantasy he’s trying to create. Because it will never be true and she’s not going to get her hopes up. Not that she had any hopes, she just doesn’t want to confuse herself with all these nice things he’s doing and saying. 
“Well, this business we’re doing comes with lots of perks, Miss (Y/L/N), and I don’t think you’re taking advantage of them.” She knows he’s not saying what she thinks he’s saying. She wants to pick up the stapler on his desk and chuck it at him, but again, violence is not her thing. So, she takes a long deep breath and stands up from the chair she’d been sitting in. 
“You’re insane. I’m going back to my desk and you’re going to stop being so clingy, got it?” Never in a million years did (Y/N) think she’d be speaking so freely around him, but here they are. 
“Come here for a second.” Her shoulders dropped in slight disappointment. She just wanted to leave his office and go sit back at her desk until the end of the work day comes. He always has to interrupt her plans. 
She walked around his desk as he pushed his chair back, making enough room for her to stand between him and his desk. She’s not sure why, again, he does the things he does, but she just complies because it’s easier that way. 
She expected him to start speaking and saying more nonsense, but he didn’t. He just stared at her, looking her up and down, and very obviously ogling her. He’s done it before, but not in such close proximity. And she almost regrets wearing the skirt that she picked out today that’s just barely meeting dress code. Almost. 
Instead, he moved his chair forward, trapping her against the side of his desk. And then very suddenly grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her onto his desk. She would’ve fallen over if it wasn’t for her grip on his shoulders. 
“What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just dropped to his knees in front of her. If anything before this very moment shocked her, nothing could top this. It was very obvious what he was suggesting, but still. She was going to pretend like she didn’t know what he was doing. 
“You talk much nicer to me when you’re up there and I’m down here. Any reason for that?” She pressed her knees together and pulled her skirt down as far as she could. He was smirking, she knew that he enjoyed making her squirm. It’s annoying that he always gets to be the one that’s doing the teasing. She wonders when it’ll be her turn. She quickly checked behind her to make sure the blinds were shut. Someone seeing this from the outside would surely get them both in trouble with HR and she’s not willing to risk that. 
“Nope.” (Y/N) didn’t have much time to act unbothered by his position right now because he squeezed the back of her calves with both hands before gently pushing her knees apart. 
“Is that so?” She nodded, trying not to get distracted by having his face so close to her skirt. “Well, you’ve been very tense the past couple of days. Is there anything I can do to help with that?” 
It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before. He just usually tries to keep (Y/N) out of his fantasies. Not because he doesn’t want to think about her, but because he finds it kind of weird the next day at work trying to focus around her when he was just thinking about what she’d look like naked. So, he tries not to imagine her in scenarios like that. But it still does happen, he can’t help it. 
And while he doesn’t know much about what (Y/N) does outside of work, he knows that she’s not sleeping with anyone. He can just tell. She has been before and she’s a little more relaxed when that’s the case. But it’s been a while and he’s only offering because he’d help her if she wanted him to. It’s not a big deal. It’s the least he can do after the favor she’s helping him with. 
“No there’s not, you pig. Get away from me.” She’ll definitely have to go to the restroom straight away so she can take a second to breathe. This is all too much and she’s not sure why she’s feeling the way she is right now. Just because she denied him right off the bat doesn’t mean she’s not going to be thinking about this encounter for the rest of her life. Because that’s untrue. She’s never going to forget this actually. 
“I understand. You don’t think you’ll be quiet enough, it’s fine. We’ll postpone it then.” Again, he’s left her with her jaw dropped. But he just moved to sit back in his chair like it was nothing, again, that he’d said something like that. 
“That is not at all what I was thinking, sir,” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I’d do just fine, but I have—” 
“Would you?” Harry lives for this back and forth. He likes watching her debate within herself to make decisions. And right now, he can tell that her calm and collected facade is fading. Just by the way she’s entertaining his idea. 
“You never heard Steven and I.” She watched all the amusement drain from his face and she reveled in that. All she has to do is mention Steven and his teasing stops. It’s like magic. She didn’t even let him respond. For the first time, he seemed to be the one in shock with nothing to say.
She slid off his desk and left his office, all without him saying a word. 
If he can have fun, so can she. 
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For the rest of the week, Harry didn’t talk to her. She’d do all the things she usually does like sit next to him in meetings and bring him his lunch, but he’d try to look preoccupied. And she knew he wasn’t, he was just mad about their last conversation. And while she doesn’t know why Steven bothers him so much, it was fun to send Steven a flirty wave when Harry was sitting right next to her in the conference room. She’s not interested in the slightest, but if it makes Harry brood around the office, she takes that as a win. 
It’s a Friday night now and she’d been having a little movie marathon by herself with candy and popcorn and cozy blankets. And by the time one o’clock in the morning hit, she was pretty much trying to keep herself awake, so she decided it was time for bed. She straightened up a bit, brushed her teeth, and slipped into bed. She doesn’t currently have much planned for the weekend, so she thinks sleeping in tomorrow and getting a late breakfast will be the perfect way to start the day. 
But right as she shut her eyes, her phone started ringing. She groaned, forcing her eyes back open to reach onto her nightstand and grab it. On the screen was her boss’ name and the cute little pink flower she’d put there just for kicks. She didn’t know why he’d be calling her since he spent the majority of his week ignoring her, but she still swiped across the screen to answer the call. 
“Hello?” 
“You’re driving me up a fucking wall do you know that?” She’s not sure why he’s calling her right now to tell her this, but she’s certain it can wait until Monday morning. 
“What are you talking about, Harry?” She knows well what he’s talking about, but she never thought it would affect him like this. 
“I can’t even sleep because you’ve been making me feel crazy, (Y/N). I just want it to stop, okay?” He sounds almost breathless. She can tell that he’s been fretting over this way too much. And while that was sort of her intention, this was never how she thought he’d react. 
“Okay,” She trailed off, not knowing why he even called or what she could do to fix it. “And you’re calling me, why?” 
“Here we fucking go,” He really does sound like he’s going mad over this. And she kind of likes it. “So, you mean to tell me that you and that cocksucker slept together? After I told you how much I despise him.” 
“What does you despising him have to do with me? I can sleep with whoever I want.” She’s not giving in quite yet. She wants to make him suffer just a bit more. 
“Sure, but you’re my assistant.” 
“We all know that, Harry. What’s the issue?” He sighed like she wasn’t understanding what he was telling her. Because she really doesn’t. It makes no sense that who she chooses to sleep with would make him act like this. 
“Just tell me you’ve never slept with him, so I can get some rest tonight. Even if it’s not true.” He does sound tired, but the entire thing is so weird to her. He’s losing sleep over the thought of her with Steven at all. She’s trying her best not to be smug about it, but it’s harder than she thought it’d be. 
“I have not slept with Steven. Goodnight.” 
“No, no, no. Be honest this time. It isn’t any of my business, but I just . . . I need to know.” (Y/N) almost feels bad for him. He called at almost two in the morning to ask her this because he couldn’t sleep. It’s almost endearing. 
“I haven’t slept with Steven. I just said that to make you mad.” Now she’s feeling tired and ready to go to bed, so the sooner she confesses, the sooner she can sleep. 
“I fucking knew it. You’d never lower your standards for him, would you?” She yawned before humming. 
“Never.” 
“Good. You deserve much better than him. You know that, right?”
“Mhm. I’m not interested in him anyway. I already have a boyfriend, remember?” She teased him. 
“You do. And you like me more than him, right?” 
Now it seems he needs a little ego boost. And she guesses she can give him that after torturing him all week unknowingly. 
“Right. I do.”
“And you’re my girl.” She wanted to stop him there because that’s not necessarily true, but this is all fun and games. 
“Yes, Harry.” 
“Glad we got that cleared up. Family dinner’s on Sunday night. Pick you up at six.” 
She went on to protest, wanting to tell him that that was never a part of the deal, but he didn’t even give her the chance since the line clicked right as she went to tell him that she’s most certainly not doing that. She’ll have to yell at him tomorrow instead. 
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“Who’s going to be at family dinner again?” 
(Y/N) had asked this three times already, but Harry knows she’s just nervous. Originally, he wasn’t going to ask her to come to this one because he told his father it was “too soon” and wanted to save (Y/N) the worrying. But then, she decided to pull that little stunt last week and he wasn’t feeling as gracious anymore. So, he’s making her sit through dinner as his girlfriend. That means she’ll have to be nice to him and let him pet on her all night. Which he knows she doesn’t mind. She never says she does anyway. 
He doesn’t mind it either. She’s wearing this tiny little white sundress today and he’s trying to be on his best behavior, but he can’t stop looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he drives them to his father’s. She’s a sight to see. With the way she’s sitting now, the hem of her dress pushed way too far up her thighs. And she doesn’t even notice. She’s too anxious about dinner. But it’s all he can think about. That and her allowing him to grab onto the soft, warrn flesh of her thighs. He can barely keep his eyes on the road. 
“Harry!” She swatted his chest, snapping him out of whatever daydream he was in. Something about stopping on the side of the road and climbing into the backseat. 
“Huh?” 
“You’re not listening. Who’s going to be at dinner tonight?” 
“Told you already. This one is, like, big though. A few cousins and aunts and stuff. Nothing too crazy though.” He can tell by the look on her face that she thinks the exact opposite. 
“Oh, god. What if I mess this up?” 
“Then, you’re fired,” She shot him a glare that made him laugh. He loves joking with her. She takes things too seriously. “Kidding. You’re not going to mess it up. These dinners only happen like once every few months. Lucky for you, one of my cousins is getting married and the other one just had a baby. The attention won’t even be on you at all.” 
What Harry’s got going on should be the last thing they’re all concerned about. There are much more exciting things the others can talk about. But he knows that there will be some questioning, just because she’s a new face. And she’s insanely beautiful. Those things he’s prepared for, so they shouldn’t have any problems. 
He could tell that she was stunned when he pulled into his father’s driveway. He does have this obnoxious mansion that has a fountain out in front, so it does look like something out of a movie. But he’s been here so many times that it doesn’t even phase him anymore. He prefers his own home. 
There were already a few cars here and he knows that everyone is back in the garden. He can tell that (Y/N) is still nervous despite what he said, so he’s going to try his best to make this as painless as possible for her. 
“If you want to leave, just tell me. Or if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll handle it.” She still looked frightened and anyone would be. He’s never brought a girlfriend home. Ever. Because they just weren’t as special as (Y/N) is. But she doesn’t know that. Well, she doesn’t know either of those things and she doesn’t have to.
“They’re going to hate me.” She covered her face with her hands, but he was quick to move her hands out of the way and squeeze them in his. 
“They’re actually going to love you and then be very disappointed when we break up.” She pouted at him like she likes to before she laughed. 
“Make sure you tell them it was your fault that we broke up, please.” He’s sure if he and (Y/N) ever did date that he’d be the reason for their breakup anyway. She’s much too sweet to ever do anything wrong. 
“I will. Ready?” She nodded hesitantly. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and before he could think about it for long, he was out of the car and on his way to her side to help her out. As soon as she was on her feet, she was grabbing his hand in both of hers and squeezing. 
“You got me, right?” He’s never seen her look so unsure of herself. It’s kind of cute, but he tries not to think too much into that realm of things. It wouldn’t be right of him. 
“I got you, (Y/N).” 
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Dinner went fine. The food was good and there was plenty of wine. But (Y/N) just could not keep her hands off of Harry. 
While he didn’t seem to mind, she was trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to be holding his hand for the entirety of dinner or while they went around the beautiful garden in the back of the house to socialize. She also didn’t need to lean into his side or play with his fingers in her lap. But she couldn’t help it. 
It was helping a lot of her anxiety about meeting pretty much his entire family. He didn’t question it at all, he just completely gave up his hand for her to fidget with. 
When they first walked around the house to get to the garden where everyone was, Des had come up to him first with Harry’s mom to say hello and ask them how they’d been. (Y/N) has only met his mom a handful of times and she’s always been very nice, so she wasn’t as nervous about seeing her again. But now that she’s kind of dating her son, she feels a little bit of pressure. The conversation went smoothly though and Harry did most of the talking. 
Then it came time to meet everyone else. They all asked the same questions. Where did they meet, how long have they been together, very minor things. And while (Y/N) didn’t say much, she hopes that she didn’t come off as shy. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded about deceiving everyone here and making them believe that she’s dating Harry just as a business move. It doesn’t seem right, but she still plays along. 
And the one other thing keeping her calm would be the second glass of white wine she’s having. At first, she declined, wanting to remain poised and under control, but then she just got so in her head about what she’s doing that she allowed herself one glass. And then two. And now she’s talking to Harry’s cousin who just had a baby about the most random things and she’s having so much fun doing it. She feels more calm and relaxed having someone to talk to. It’s nice. And what’s also nice is Harry’s warm hand resting on her thigh while she twists his rings back and forth. 
She wouldn’t say his hand is up her dress, but it pretty much is. It’s under her skirt, but just sitting on the middle of her thigh. But she can’t lie and say it’s not making her squirm a little more than usual in her chair. He’s in his own conversation, so she doubts that he even notices it. Wine just makes her behave differently. And while she’s trying to keep her mind off of him and his hands, her body had other plans.
It’s forcing her to be aware that his fingers are so close to her. That his hands are so warm. And that’s bringing up many other issues with it. Basically, she’s sure her underwear are ruined now because they’re so wet. But Harry doesn’t have to know that part. He doesn’t. He can’t. 
So, she’s just pressing her legs together and hoping for the best. But she’s not doing a great job at it because his hand moved down to her knee and she went reaching for it to drag it right back up to where it had been. Maybe even higher. She could hear his words falter the tiniest bit, but other than that, he seemed unbothered by it. He did squeeze her thigh lightly, but that was it. 
At this point though, just sitting and talking at the table is making her restless. Especially with Harry’s fingertips brushing back and forth on top of her thigh. She excused herself to the bathroom, but Harry got up to show her the way. Apparently, the house is quite a maze. 
She knew from others getting up from the table that the bathroom was right inside the glass doors and to the left. But Harry took her inside and to the staircase. He guided her up the stairs and she didn’t even argue. The wine is making her much more agreeable than she usually is. 
He followed her right into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She’s confused now because she really did have to pee, but now he’s here and she has to make him leave first. 
“What are you doing?” She whined, trying to push him towards the door. She needs a second to get herself back under control, away from him. She was getting way into her head. 
“Are you doing that on purpose?” He grabbed her wrists to stop her from pushing him. Not that it was doing anything to get him to go away, but he needed her full attention. 
“Doing what? I have to go now, can you please—” 
“Do you want me to touch you?” 
She’s not as surprised by his question because of the alcohol she’s had, so at first, she laughs it off. He can’t mean that because why would he? 
“Why would you ask that, Harry?” He stepped towards her until she was pressed against the counter top. The bathroom was big and echoey. There was a tub and walk-in shower and two sinks with a giant mirror behind them. It’s probably the biggest bathroom she’s ever been in. But now she’s hemmed up against the sinks with his body pushing against hers and he’s staring down at her like he wants to devour her.
“Because you’ve not been able to sit still all night. Can feel you trying to settle down, but it’s not working, is it? Need some help, sweetheart?” It’s just like the other day in his office, but they’re not at work. There’s no chance for someone to walk in. At least, not someone they work with. She hopes Harry’s family would just stay downstairs if they had to come in and use the bathroom. But he seems pretty confident that they will if he even asked that.
“No, I’m fine—” 
“Are you? Because I think you like my hands on you, (Y/N). You like me touching all over you, you just don’t want to admit it.” He ran his hand down her arm and down further until he reached the back of her knee. And then he lifted her leg up so he could have her leg locked around his waist. Now she’s holding onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to keep herself upright. 
She doesn’t mind that he’s touching her and it has little to do with the wine. She feels stone sober now after his very blunt question. And she almost wants to take him up on it. 
“So what if I do?” Her hands moved from his shoulders up to his hair where she pulled, making his head fall back for just a second before his darkened gaze met hers again. 
“Say it then. Tell me you want me to touch you.” (Y/N) is definitely not ashamed to tell him that now. She just wants what she wants and she’ll think about the consequences later. 
“Please kiss me.” 
And she knows Harry to be a tease, so of course he started with her shoulder and worked his way to her neck while she was trying to keep her hips still against him. She could feel all of him and if her underwear were ruined before, she might have to toss these ones after tonight. 
Once his mouth met the underside of her chin, she overtook the kiss. He was taking so long so she grabbed him by the jaw and pressed their mouths together. She could feel him melt right into the kiss and move his hands to her waist to squeeze her. Her arms came around his neck instead to pull him closer right as he tongue snuck its way into her mouth. She really didn’t mind that because she’d been waiting to do it, but let him take the initiative. 
And now he’s hurrying to get her sitting on the counter so he can feel her thighs wrapped around him. He never knew that shy little (Y/N) could be so . . .  not shy. Like right now, she’s licking into his mouth while moaning. He never pictured this happening ever. He knows that the dinner table is going to be wondering where they went soon, but he just can’t push himself away. She tastes like the wine she’s drinking and whatever fruity lip gloss she’d put on before coming. And he can’t get enough. 
He figured this would be a problem. He knew that eventually, playing pretend would backfire, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. But he had to go and tease her until she snapped. And that very well may be the reason why her pretty thighs are so tight around him and why she keeps tugging on his hair, hard enough to make his eyes roll back. He just didn’t think she’d be this good. And he really wishes she wasn’t. Because now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s never going to want anyone else. 
Unfortunately, it was her that pulled away. Apparently, common sense reached her first. She roughly shoved his shoulders back and watched him with wide eyes and a heaving chest. 
“That did not happen!” And now she’s up off the sink, pacing and muttering things to herself that he didn’t bother to listen to. 
“Hey, sweetheart, no matter how bad you want it to not have happened, it did, and it’s not that serious.” She stopped her pacing and turned to him with her hands on her hips. 
“Not that serious? I kissed my boss! And I liked it!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head at him. “I didn’t say that!” He laughed, leaning against the counter, watching her spiral even more. 
“It’s okay. I liked it too.” He doesn’t see the problem. They both liked it and just because he’s her boss doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it started as something pretend, but Harry knew he’d have a hard time with that anyway. (Y/N) is amazing and she always has been. But now that they’ve kissed and he’s felt her body on his, he doesn’t think he’ll ever go back. But he’s not going to admit that right now while she’s freaking out. He’ll wait until she’s calm and has time to think. 
“You can’t just say that, Harry! We  should get back to the table. It’s been long enough.” He didn’t fight her on it. He just opened the bathroom door and led her back to the garden. He could feel her hand shaking in his and he didn’t know why. But he didn’t let her go until they were sitting again and (Y/N) had her wine glass to her mouth. 
The rest of dinner went nicely. (Y/N) was practically buzzing in her chair and he knew that meant she wanted to leave, so he took that as his cue to tell everyone goodnight and get (Y/N) home. She was quiet the entire car ride, but he expected that. She must have been thinking and that’s fine. He hopes it was all good things. He put the car in park at the curb in front of her apartment and she turned to him, looking slightly nervous. 
“I’m sorry for kissing you.” 
“I’m not.” She scoffed, looking away from him for just a moment to find her composure. 
“I just mean . . . you know.” 
“I know, love. Have a good night.” She nodded, blinking a few times before looking back at him. 
“I would invite you in, but it’s a Sunday night and I don’t trust myself.” Who knows how far she’d take it if there was a bed nearby, so she just shouldn’t. 
“That’s okay. Sleep well, (Y/N).” She pushed the door open and stepped out. She did lean down into the car to send him one last wave. 
“See you tomorrow, Mister Styles.” 
“Can’t wait.” She felt her face heat up and took that as a sign to just shut the door and go inside. Because tonight had been a lot. And she just needs a good night’s rest and it’ll all be better. 
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“(Y/N). You’ll never guess,” He came striding out of his office with a grin on. She knew he must’ve gotten some type of good news. He stopped in front of her desk and leaned down to her. “My father is very pleased with us. He’s going to watch me for a few weeks and make sure I stay on top of things and if all is well, I’ve got the job.” 
“That’s great, Harry.” She knew he’d get it anyway. Why wouldn’t he? 
“All thanks to you.” 
They hadn’t said much about the kissing thing. She did greet him this morning with a coffee and warm cheeks, but he just smirked at her and thanked her. But she doesn’t mind it. So what she’d been thinking about it all night before and even struggled falling asleep. So what. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was all in the heat of the moment. 
“You’re welcome.” She quipped back, making him laugh and reach over to her to run his hand over her shoulder. 
“Meet me in my office in a few, please. We’ve got some work to do.” 
Little did (Y/N) know that “work” meant sitting on top of his with her blouse halfway off as they did their best to swallow each other. She really didn’t expect it. She thought he’d sweep it under the rug and forget about it. Instead, he’s got his hands up her skirt and is feeling all over her thighs. 
He pulled away from her, reluctantly, and breathless, to stare at her. 
“I love kissing you, you make me crazy, (Y/N). Don’t want to stop.” And she went right back in to press their lips together and lead them into another bout of passionate kissing. 
This went on for much longer than she thought, but by the time she accidentally looked up at the clock on the wall, she’d been in his lap for twenty minutes. 
“Oh my gosh. I need to go, it’s almost lunch time.” She pulled herself off of him and righted her blouse before fixing her skirt. 
“Fine. Leave me.” He said dramatically, making her giggle. He has a meeting to get to anyway. So, she’ll pick up his lunch and have it here for him when he returns. And hopefully there will be a redo of what they just did. 
“I’ll be back.” She went to step away from him, but he grabbed her hand, effectively halting her from going anywhere. And he almost looked nervous all of a sudden. 
“Would you ever consider going on a real date with me?” 
And he’s left her speechless because she didn’t think he wanted anything more than to fool around, but apparently, that’s not that case. But she doesn’t mind. She’s gotten to know Harry more in the past few weeks than she has in three years. And while she knew him well then, some things have changed. 
“I think I would like that.” His fingers slipped between hers and he squeezed, smiling at her. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah. I would.” She should’ve known something like this would happen. How could she have ever resisted him?   
“Okay. Let me know when you’re free then, alright?” She nodded, trying to walk out of his office and not run back to kiss him. But she’s supposed to meet Riley and she doesn’t really have time to mess around. Even though she really, really wants to. 
All throughout lunch, she was trying not to look so lovestruck and dreamy after seeing Harry. She didn’t want any questions from Riley right now even though she interrogated her quite a bit about what happened in the lobby. But she just brushed it off as him being silly. She really wants to gush to someone about it, but no one can know about their little deal. (Y/N) supposes that now that it’s turning into more, she could tell her then. That they’re dating. But for right now, she’s keeping it all hidden. 
She picked up Harry’s lunch and then walked back to the building with Riley. Is it bad that she can’t wait to see him again? She’s been gone for thirty minutes and all she can think about is being near him again.
He wasn’t in his office when she dropped the food off, so he must still be stuck in the meeting. She just set the bag of food on his desk before going back to her own. She got about thirty minutes of work done before Harry left his meeting and walked by her, distracting her from what she was doing. He blew her a discreet kiss before strolling into his office and shutting the door. She’ll be freed up in just a few minutes and then she can go sit with him for a minute and pretend to work even more. She knows she’ll get nothing done because all she can think about is their soon-to-be date. 
Right as she was standing to walk to his office, the phone on her desk rang. She rolled her eyes before picking it up and holding it to her ear. 
“Mister Styles’ office.” 
“Hi. Can you transfer me to Harry? I need to talk to him.” Normally, she would, but she knows he’s eating lunch and would probably not like to be disturbed. 
“He’s busy at the moment, can I take a message?” She reached for a pen and the bright pink sticky notes on the corner of her desk and waited for the woman on the phone. 
“Yeah. Tell him it’s Natalie and I had so much fun last night. He needs to call me back.” 
She didn’t move. All she did was scribble down the phone number Natalie left for him to call her back with and wish her a good day. Usually when she takes messages for him, she’ll write down the name of the person, the context of the call, and a number to reach them again. So she did all of that. While not even breathing. 
(Y/N) is well aware of who Natalie is. She can’t believe she didn’t recognize her voice. About a year ago, she was around all the time. Calling and visiting Harry at the office. He never said much to her about Natalie, but she assumed she was a girlfriend. And they’d been together for almost eight months, but suddenly, she stopped calling and stopped showing up, so (Y/N) figured they were done. And she never thought about her again until now. Now when Harry just asked her out on a real date, after he kissed her the night before, but he also spent that same night with his ex after he dropped her off. 
She plucked the sticky note from her desk and made her way to his office. Through the closed door she could see he was on the phone, but she didn’t care. She pushed the door open and he smiled at her. He smiled. She smiled right back and stopped in front of him. She slammed the sticky note right down in front of him and he sat back like he hadn’t expected it. He looked confused and told the person on the phone to hold on. 
“I’m on with my father, what’s—”
“Natalie called.” 
Once again, she didn’t give him the opportunity to speak, much less make an excuse about what had happened the night before. She just walked right out of his office and shut the door behind her. 
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i didn't even mean for that to happen, but i wrote this late last night and decided to just roll with it 😁 and if I missed you in the tags i’m so sorry, let me know! and if there’s anything weird in this, just know i was half asleep while looking over this soo :)
and i’m still working on the next piece (dad’s bsf/whatever lol) but I hope to have that out by the weekend. someone hold me accountable 😭
tags: @vamprry @1un4zsq @marzhshaim @sunflowersloverr @poesietoujours @annesauriol @0nlythrowharrybeaux @indierockgirrl @stylesmoonlight12 @awesomenavy @littlenatilda @iamjustaholeforyousir @creativelyeva
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thehighladywrites · 4 months
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— “tell me you’re mine.” “ i’m yours.”
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☀︎ — pairing: azriel x afab!reader
☀︎ — summary: you dream that azriel was cheating on you and now you can’t look at him without being annoyed. It’s not really his fault, but still… azriel reassures you, promising that you’re the only one for him.
☀︎ — warnings: a sprinkle of angst, fluff, a bit of crack, smut, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, fluffy smut ngl, mentions of crying, cursing, mentions of hickeys and bruises
☀︎ — amara’s note: i loved writing this, also this is my apology fluff fic for the angst fic. hope you liked it! also english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar errors, no you didn’t 🫶🏽 i think this is my proudest work🥹
tags: @callmeblaire @rowaelinsdaughter @azrielslightintheshadows @hauntedwitch04
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Azriel’s brows furrowed as you avoided his hug for the second time today and just walked past him, acting like he wasn’t more than a ghost. This whole brushing him off thing had been going on all day and he was genuinely confused. Were you in a bad mood? Was your cycle coming? Azriel knew you were emotional during this time, but you usually stuck to him like glue.
He checked his mental calendar - no, not for another two months.
Did he say something to you? He replayed everything he said and every conversation you had yesterday and today but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Well, except for the fact that you were flat out ignoring him.
Azriel felt distressed over the fact that you ignored him, and he just wanted to be closer to calm down. Knowing he might have upset you, deeply unsettled him, prompting a strong desire to bridge the emotional gap between you.
Azriel found solace in your presence whenever he felt upset. You'd sprawl on the plush bed, arms open wide, inviting him into your embrace with a soft and tender expression. His head would rest on your chest, settling his weight on you, comforted by the beat of your calming heartbeat. It was a sweet sanctuary he sought when the world felt heavy.
There was nothing calm or sweet about the way you didn't spare him a second look, pouting as you carried on with your day. Occasional dagger stares shot his way, and even though you thought he didn't notice, he did. Of course, he did. The tension in the air was palpable as your silent discontent lingered.
Azriel decided to start small and ask an easy question, not daring to accidentally say something that will set you off.
“So, angel, what have you done while I was gone? Is the book you picked out yesterday any good?”
Sipping on the delightful peppermint tea, you huffed and snorted, keeping your gaze fixed on the window from the comfort of the soft sofa in the sitting room.
“Well, wouldn’t you just love to know?”
His brain was scrambled at this point, desperately attempting to save the clearly and very obviously dying conversation.
“Uh, yes? I’d love to know. If you don’t want to talk about the book then that’s fine but-”
“You’re just giving up so easy, Azriel. Atleast fight a bit. No wonder you cheated on me…”
Huh? What the actual fuck?? Confused and shocked, his brain went haywire, jaw dropping as he struggled to find words. A bewildered look crossed his face as he grappled with the unexpected situation.
He cheated on you? What were you talking about? The mere thought of being near another woman made him nauseous. Really, he didn’t like being around people at all, so the thought of going out of his way to find someone and then invite them to bed was something that made him shiver.
“What are you saying? I would never be unfaithful to you, please let’s just talk.” he dropped to his knees infront of you, panicked, trying to find the words to explain himself and to clear his name of something he didn’t do.
“You cheated on me. Yeah, with some blonde girl. And you seemed to enjoy it, too. Ugh, I’m so pissed, I can’t even look at you.” You put down your teacup a bit too hard as you folded your arms over your chest, glaring out the window in silent anger.
The crackling of the hearth was the only sound as Azriel's face paled. He was at a loss – how did you come to believe he was unfaithful? Where did these thoughts come from? The mystery hung in the air, a palpable tension challenging the warmth of the fireplace.
“If I truly was unfaithful, can you provide details? When did this happen, and where was I with this girl?” You felt his pleading, questioning stare burn into you from where he knelt.
Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t keep this up. He didn’t actually cheat on you. It was a dream but it felt so realistic that when you woke up and saw him besides you, you actually snarled. There you were, struggling to look at him without mentally replaying the scene of some random woman giving Azriel's body a tour. Fucking hell, you had never felt such betrayal and hurt by something that didn’t even happen.
But it felt silly to tell Azriel that you were mad at him for something your subconscious created , a dream you had dreamt. So you simply avoided him instead.
But damn, he was persistent.
Perhaps it was irrational, but you felt a desire to stir up some drama, maybe hoping to shake things up a bit.
“Okay, Azriel, I’ll spill. Yesterday at Rita’s, this blonde woman was all over you, touching everywhere. And you, shamelessly soaked it up like it was a spa. In my dream you also smiled as you held eye contact with me. You totally knew I saw you and did it anyways.” You looked away, breathing deeply as the memories invaded your mind.
Azriel felt a combination of relief and disbelief as you revealed it was all a dream. But he wouldn’t downplay what you imagined since he deep down felt your hurt through the bond. You had already been married for decades but the bond had snapped about 7 months, still new, so he understood that seeing him with someone else was hard. Hell, he’d feel absolutely murderous if he ever dreamt of some male feeling you up and fucking you, even if it was a dream.
He stood up as he dragged you to your feet and tilted his head, assessing if he should approach you or not,
“Sweetheart, you know I'd never do such a thing, right? How could I ever be unfaithful to you, my sweet girl? You're my perfect mate, my loving wife, my everything.”
He stepped closer and closer until his enticing scent enveloped you. Oh, how did you go an entire day without being close to him? Your mate towered over you, gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up. His face mere centimeters away, a magnetic force pulling you into a moment that blurred any lingering doubts.
“ I love you more than anything on this planet. In no universe would I ever stray away from you - you’re my beloved home, my cauldron fated. Over my dead body would I ever entertain another woman. I’ve waited for over half a millennium for you and I’d wait a million more for just a minute with you, sweetheart. I will never allow myself to disrespect you like that ever, I promise.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as he drew closer, his soft lips meeting yours. In that moment, your love for him overwhelmed everything else. His gentle kiss offered reassurance and warmth, the sting of the bargain tattoo fading into the background as he continued, sending shivers down your spine.
Needing one last push of reassurance you beg him for a last sentence. Looking up at him with glossy eyes, you whisper,
“Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”
"I'm yours, I belong to you. Just as you're mine, you belong to me."
Tears streamed down as your heart raced, overwhelmed by his sincere devotion to you.
He wiped away your tears gently, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. “No more doubts, my love. We're bound to each other, and I'll spend every moment proving my devotion to you.”
His words hung in the air, creating a comforting embrace that removed any lingering insecurities, even ones in dreamscapes.
You slumped in his arms, finding solace in the embrace of his huge arms. He held you tightly, rocking you gently from side to side, creating a soothing rhythm. Your tears dried, replaced by a sense of calm as the only audible sound became the steady beat of his heart. Inhaling his calming scent, you grounded yourself in the reassurance of your mate's embrace.
Azriel tenderly stroked your hair, his touch a gentle reassurance. In a heartfelt moment, he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline, expressing his love and commitment without the need for words.
Your heart swelled with love, the connection through your bond overflowing with overwhelming warmth. The excess energy and love pulsated between you two, prompting you to contemplate a way to reciprocate the comfort and love to Azriel.
Lifting your head from its resting place on his chest, you stood on your tiptoes and initiated a kiss. Your arms remained cradled by him, your head guiding the motion as you continued to share this affectionate moment with your husband.
Azriel noticed the quickening beat of your heart, your eyes fluttering as the kiss deepened. He knew what you wanted and he couldn’t deny you ever. His lucious lips curving into a smile. You did your best to keep eye contact with him but it was difficult given that Azriels eyes had darkened over with lust, pupils expanding as his lids were slightly lowered.
Staring him dead in the eyes you whispered your desires,
“I want you. I want you everywhere. I want your mouth.”
You placed a kiss on his cheek.
“I want your hands.”
You kissed his other cheek.
“ I want you inside me, mate. “
You gave him a final kiss on the lips, sealing your wishes.
Azriel let his eyes flutter shut, struggling to tame his desires. He knew you inside and out, knew exactly what pace and setting you craved in that moment. Bending down to your level, Azriel picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom.
As Azriel carried you to the bedroom, you couldn't resist planting tender kisses along his neck, sucking and biting as you created bruises. The soft touch of your lips added a playful warmth to the moment and you couldn’t help staring up at him. His handsome features captivated you – the straight nose, sharp jaw, and beautiful eyes. He looked as if The Mother Herself had carefully carved him. His long, dark lashes and perfectly shaped brows added an extra layer to the masterpiece that was Azriel.
A possessive pride swelled within you. As you continued trailing kisses along his neck, you couldn't help but revel at the fact that Azriel was undeniably yours. A sense of exclusivity and fierce protectiveness filled your mind, boasting that no one would ever touch him the way you did, no one would ever love him the way you did.
‘Suck on that you blonde bitch’ was all you could smugly think.
Azriel gently placed you in front of the full-length mirror by your bed, positioning himself behind you. With deliberate care, he bent down, pressing kisses to your head, temple, ear, cheek, and finally, lingering on your neck. Each kiss was an expression of affection, creating a trail of shivers along your spine and arms.
His hands slid down to your waist, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze. The slow, deliberate touch made the moment feel personal and intimate. You make eye contact with your husband through the mirror and slightly nod, giving him permission to continue.
You step back, making him feel your ass through his pants, grinding against him as his hands travel up to your breasts. Azriel lightly squeezes them before moving to play with your stiffened nipples. His moves elicit a gasp from you as you revel at the feeling of him touching you.
You press against him again, this time harder. Azriel hisses as he lightly grab your neck with one hand, focusing his clouded eyes on yours through the mirror.
“Watch it. This is about you, not me, baby.” He unzips your dress, letting it pool around your feet. Instinctively you bring your hands up to cover yourself up, looking away, and realizing that you’re in fact completely stark naked infront of your fully dressed mate.
Azriel is having none of it. He wants you to see how beautiful you are. Wants you to see how your face twist in pleasure. Wants you to notice your little quirks that you otherwise wouldn’t see. He wants you too see the goddess he’s worshipping every day.
“Eyes open, sweetheart. You have to see how beautiful you look.” His hands envelops yours as he lowers your hands, leaving you bare infront of him. You hear rustling behind you and feel a sudden warmth pressing against your back. Opening your eyes, you see Azriel undressed with his warm chest pressed against your back. He looked massive, wings splayed proudly behind him, big arms flexing as he leaned down. His lips pressed against your ear, and the hot breath sent shivers down your spine.
“You’re my perfect girl. Look at you, all nice and ready for me. Now, imagine I see this everyday, imagine you laying under me, taking me like a good girl. That’s what you are right, a good girl?”
You nod absentmindedly as your mind goes blank. You just wanna make him proud of you, just wanna please him. “Uh-huh ‘m your good girl, Azzie.”
He flashes you a smirk, hands traveling further down as he teases your clit before pushing in his finger. You let out a sound of pleasure as your head slumps back into his chest, his massive hand wrapping around your throat. In and out his fingers go as your pleasure rises, blood heating at the thought of him fucking you on the bed later. Your breathing unevens when he twists his fingers and presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles as he pushes in another finger.
Your eyes cross in delight when he curls his fingers and hits that spot that sends electricity through your body, making you grab onto his built forearm. Azriel whispers promises of nasty scenes, promises of ways he’ll fuck you stupid. He’ll make sure you’ll never think he’d stray away from you. He’d prove himself forever if that’s what it took for the thoughts to leave your head forever.
Not sure what the mood is today, you ask him for permission to come. If you normally did it without asking, he’d edge you. And that was just not something you wanted to happen today so better safe than sorry. But before you gather your pleasured mind and ask him, Azriel beats you to it.
“Cum on me. Let go on my fingers, beautiful. It’s okay baby, you deserve it. Don’t you think? After all, my girl gets what she wants.”
As if his words triggered something in you, he pumps once, twice and you let go as you scream out his name. Azriel keeps fingering you through your high, looking you deep into your eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them.
“Delicious.”
Your ears ring, and your vision blur as your knees wobble, nearly falling. Azriel swiftly picks you up, planting a reassuring kiss. He praise you, telling you how good you were and how proud he was. You couldn’t think straight, only wanting more of him.
He placed you gently on the bed, preparing to head to the bathroom for a cloth to clean you up, but you halted him with a request.
“Can I repay you Azzie?”
Your eyes sparkled, and your face glowed with a content smile. With a tilted head and a subtle pout, you hoped he would agree to your request. You were quite tired but you so badly wanted to please him back.
He sensed your exhaustion, and originally he was so supposed to keep going but you were half asleep. He changed his plans and shook his head.
“You’re tired, angel. Rest up, I’ll be fine.”
But you kept resisting, urging and pushing that you weren’t that tired. And since Azriel can’t say no to you, he accepts. You let out a small victorious sound and slither down the bed, making room for Azriel as he settled against the headboard. You moved in closer to him, leaning forward and arching your back. You look up at him once for confirmation and continue when he nods.
Without hesitation, Azriel's hands found their way into your hair, stroking your hair softly before skillfully gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. You fall on your forearms, propping yourself up and obediently await for his words of command.
Azriel gently gripped your chin, his thumb grazing your plump bottom lip. In that moment, words were unnecessary; you already understood what he wanted.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” His words makes you blush.
You look away from his intense eyes and lower your gaze, pulling a chuckle from him. “Baby, stop. You’re making me nervous,” you plead, giving him a cheesy smile you kiss his thigh and move on.
Trying to hide your flustered face, you start out slowly, teasing him with kitten licks all over his tip. Azriel’s hands tightened around your hair making you look up at him with a smirk as he grits out,
“Play later.”
You suck on the head, hollowing your cheeks, before slowly taking in more and more, struggling when you feel him hit the back of your throat. Your mind replays the lessons Azriel taught you, prompting you to inhale through your nose.
His head thrown back against the headboard as his mind swirls with pleasure. He lets out groans and hisses of pleasure, his deep voice letting out praises,
“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.”
“You’re doing so good, keep going.”
“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. You should look like this all the time, mouth full of my cock. Wouldn’t that be something?”
Your mates praise makes your eyes gloss over in submission. There was really no better feeling than being praised and loved by him. Your Azriel.
By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. 
The room was filled with obscene noises and gags as he hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips.
Pulling away, you use your hand and twist it around his shaft while sucking on the sensitive head. Determined to make him finish, you throw in a few sentences you know will get him there faster.
“you’re so big Azzie, taste delicious too.”
“does my mouth feel good around your cock, az? you wanna cum?”
“let’s see if my pussy feels better, yeah?”
Before you can put him back around your mouth, he grabs your arms and drags you up so that you’re straddling his lap. Without warning he pushes you down on his cock as you let out a loud moan at the stretch.
“You’re right, your pussy does feel better.”
Your hands automatically grab onto his broad shoulders as you grind and bounce on him. You tighten around him as he brings his fingers down to your clit. Looking down on him, you find him smirking, satisfied that he caught you off guard. He knew you didn’t really plan on riding him but you were not fucking complaining.
Quite the opposite actually. You sounded like some deprived whore, moaning and babbling out in pleasure, licking and biting his neck and lips.
Both of you knew you were close. Azriel breathing quickened as you tightened around him.
“Tell me you’re mine.” A soft whimper escapes you as you gaze down at your man. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks and neck. In his eyes, full of love and affection, as he whispers for the second time today that he's yours forever.
“I’m yours, forever baby, I’m yours.” Azriel chants as he comes, body trembling as you grind on him,soon falling off your high and slumping against his chest.
“I love you so much, honey,” you whispered.
You looked up at him, tears welling up as Azriel held you close, making you feel overwhelmed by the depth of love. The connection between you was an unbreakable thread, weaving through your souls. In his embrace, every touch and shared moment became a testament to the bond you shared. The room faded away as your love for Azriel became an emotional beacon, each tear carrying the weight of countless cherished memories.
Oh, how you loved him.
In the quiet of the moment, Azriel gently wiped away your tears, his eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion.
“I love you too, sweetheart” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your overwhelmed heart.
The reassurance in his words melted away the pain, leaving only the warmth of shared love.
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sumaneun-stars · 4 months
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'Usual White Sheets'
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Pairing. Bf!Jay x fem!reader
Genre. Established relationship, fluff 
Warnings. Mentions of blood, reader is on her periods
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Even with your eyes closed, half dead, your body searched for Jay's. When your arms reached out to every corner of the bed and found nothing, no one, you opened your eyes.
“What the…'' you mumbled, looking at a probably new bed sheet, by the looks of it. Not the usual white sheets of his bed.
Adjusting to the morning light that shone through your window, you slowly sat up.
New pajama shorts.
A cloth under your lower half
No- It can't be.
Your hand searched under your pillow to grab your phone. Hurriedly opening your calendar, you groaned in frustration.
You were early this month.
You buried your face in your hands. Jay had probably woken up to a messy stain you caused, and he had changed your shorts too. You're such a wreck, y/n. 
Ignoring the pain in your lower stomach, you slowly got out of bed. While brushing your teeth, you wondered how you could ever show your face to Jay again. This wasn't the first time your boyfriend took care of you on your period, but it was never this bad. Never a stain.
You didn't know if it was your stupid hormones acting up, but you had the urge to punch something.
Careful not to fall, you made your way downstairs, whatever urge you had before vanished when you saw your beloved boyfriend making breakfast. He had his airpods on so he didn't notice when you stood behind him. He flinched a little when you wrapped your arms around his waist, but relaxed almost immediately. 
“Baby, how are you feeling? Do you need any painkillers? Hm?” Jay spoke, removing his airpods.
When he felt you shaking your head from side to side, he realized you were embarrassed,cute. Jay would be lying if he said he wasn't shocked to see blood first thing in the morning, he was mad at his phone for not notifying him about your week. He always took pride in knowing when your period came, he knew how to care for you in those terrible days. 
“Angel, there's nothing wrong in a little accident” he caressed your hand on his waist. He knew you were too embarrassed to face him. And he found that adorable.
“Little? How was that little, Jay? I literally let my disgusting blood soak your bed” you mumbled into his back.
Jay chuckled at your embarrassed state, there were times in his life where he just wanted to wrap you in his arms, squeeze your cheeks, cuddle you and never let go of you, like right now.
“Hmm you're right, so when are you gonna buy me a new bed, love?” he smiled when you laughed at his teasing. He knew how painful these days were going to be for you. He made up his mind to make you smile more. Laughter is the best medicine 
Jay took that opportunity and turned around, engulfing you in a warm hug. Sometimes Jay's warmth and scent was the only meditation you needed. 
“How is it early this time, baby?” Jay spoke while he combed your hair with his fingers. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his cold fingers run through your scalp.
“I have no idea” you cuddled into his chest. He smiled to himself looking down at you when you nuzzled your nose into his chest. Jay loved how clingy you got during your period,one of the many things he loved about you.
“Should we go see a doctor?” He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there nuzzling into your hair. Your limbs almost melted at the feeling.
“I used to get irregular periods when I was in high school baby, it's nothing serious” you looked up at him, kissing his chin you gave him a reassuring smile.
You both swayed slowly from side to side, enjoying nothing but each other's presence. Occasionally you felt Jay plant butterfly kisses on your head, shoulder and neck. It amazed you how he knew how to ease your internal pain. No scented candle could beat Jay's natural scent. 
“Honey, I think my curry is burning” he spoke into your hair. Chuckling, you detach yourself from Jay- but he thought otherwise.
You felt his hands under your thighs. He lifted you up and gently placed you on the island of the kitchen. He looked at you with the most ‘husband-material’ eyes, your arms still wrapped around his neck. Jay leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips trailing down your nose and pecking the tip. You felt a million butterflies awaken in your body to his actions.
He moved back and placed his palm to the side of your face, caressing your cheek.
“I think your curry needs saving, Jay” you raised a playful brow at him.
“Oh my god-” he hurriedly switched the stove off. “No!” he whined when he looked at his now black curry. 
“I made this for you especially” he pouted when you stood beside him examining the ruined matter. Your heart sank when you noticed his disappointed look, his hand still scraping the burnt parts of the food with a spoon.
“Looks like I have to buy new groceries too” you moved closer to him and pecked his pouty lips.
“And a new pan,” 
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belovedspector · 3 months
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Leap Year
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Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (mentions of Steven Grant x gn!reader and Marc Spector x gn!reader)
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Jake has never celebrated his birthday. He didn’t even have a birthday, until you urged him to pick a date. Of course, he picks the most chaotic date possible.
Content: Fluff, one use of a pet name (honey)
A/N: I was thinking about the fact that it’s a leap year, and this idea sort of just came to me. I don’t have much else to say about it. Enjoy! :)
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“When’s your birthday?” you ask out of the blue one day over dinner.
Jake pauses, forkful of pasta halfway to his mouth. Carefully, he places the fork back on his plate and says, “Don’t have one.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
Jake shrugs. “I know Marc’s is March ninth. I didn’t exactly check the calendar on the day I first showed up.”
“What about Steven?” Your food is now totally forgotten.
“Same as me, I guess,” Jake says. He looks into the reflection of his glass, likely listening to one of his alters.
You sit there for a few moments, deep in thought. Finally, you look up at Jake. “Well, then you’ll have to pick one.”
“What?”
“You and Steven should pick your own birthdays.”
Oh, boy. Jake knows that look in your eyes, knows from the way they’re sparkling that there’s no way you’re letting this go.
“Look, I dunno—” he tries.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” you encourage him.
Jake knows there’s no getting out of this. “Fine,” he relents, pretending to be more annoyed than he actually is. Really, he thinks your enthusiasm is adorable, and he’d do just about anything to make you happy.
You cheer. “Great! Do you want me to help you pick a date? I should have some astrology books around here somewhere—”
“Astrology?” Jake scoffs. “I don’t need astrology. I already know what date I want.”
“Oh? Which one?” You lean forward in anticipation.
“February twenty-ninth.” Jake sits back in his chair and crosses his arms, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“February twenty-ninth?” you repeat. “Why?”
Jake shrugs. “Why not?”
“I don’t know, I—” You sigh. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ll put it in my calendar,” you say with a smile. “Now, we just need to find a birthday for Steven.”
“He’s already blabbing on about it.” He rolls his eyes fondly. “I think he’ll take you up on the astrology book offer.”
“Perfect!” you say. He can see the moment you get that faraway look in your eye, no doubt already analyzing which sign would match Steven best.
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Seasons change, time marches on, and Jake completely forgets about the birthday conversation. Sure, Steven had made a big fuss over choosing his own date for a while, but, once that was settled, there was no need to think about the matter anymore.
So, it comes as a shock when, on a random winter day, Steven has called out of work and insisted that Jake take the body. Jake tries to argue, to get Marc on his side, but it’s no use. His alters slip deeper into the headspace, leaving Jake alone for the time being.
He notices you’re already out of bed, and it’s at that moment he hears movement coming from the kitchen. He throws on a t-shirt and sweatpants and gets up to investigate. Sure enough, there you are, singing to yourself as you stand at the stove.
Jake has spent a lifetime creeping in the shadows, so he’s gotten very good at sneaking up on people. Silently, he moves across the kitchen and wraps his arms around you from behind. You startle before laughing and leaning into the touch.
“Good morning, Jake,” you say brightly.
“Morning, honey,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “What’re you doing?”
“Making pancakes.”
Jake perks up at that. “What’s the occasion?”
You laugh. “Don’t you know what today is?”
Jake thinks about it. “March first?” he tries.
“It’s a leap year, silly,” you correct him, “so it’s February twenty-ninth. Happy birthday!”
Oh, right, that.
“You didn’t have to do anything special,” Jake protests.
“Are you kidding? This is the first-ever birthday you’re celebrating. We’ve gotta make it special.”
Jake feels something warm blooming in his chest, a feeling that is occurring more and more often when he spends time with you.
You plate the now-finished pancakes—banana, his favorite—and lead him over to the kitchen table, which has already been set. You dish out the pancakes and pour two glasses of juice before joining Jake at the table.
“Is this why Steven and Marc were being weird this morning?” Jake asks as he cuts into his pancakes.
You chew thoughtfully. “Probably. I swore them to secrecy.”
Jake grunts. “Really, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“Oh, Jake,” you say with a grin, “we’re just getting started.”
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Jake hates drawing attention to himself. It’s the antithesis of his being; at least, it used to be, when he was still keeping himself hidden from his alters and working for Khonshu. Now, even though he can be more present, it still makes him uncomfortable to be in the spotlight. So, being the center of attention, the “birthday boy,”  isn’t really his style.
Of course, you know all this, and you plan the day around it. There will be no impromptu singing of “Happy Birthday” by waiters and random patrons in a restaurant—not on your watch. Instead, you spend a nice, quiet day together, walking around the city like a couple of tourists. It’s a mild day, not nearly as cold as it could be, so you even get to spend some time in the park, one of Jake’s favorite spots to relax.
It’s rare for Jake to get to spend a whole day with you like this. Sure, he and his alters have figured out a pretty fair schedule, but between work and life, it doesn’t always work out. Some days, he only catches glimpses of you in the morning, and come evening you’re so tired that he practically has to carry you to bed.
On the way back to your home, you make a quick stop at a little building with a pink awning. “Lily’s Bakery,” the sign reads in looping cursive. You pop in quickly and return moments later with a matching pink box.
“What’s that?” Jake asks.
“You’ll see,” you say with a glint in your eye.
After you’ve cooked and eaten Jake’s favorite dinner, you bring out the pink box again. You tell Jake to close his eyes, and, with a little eye roll, he complies. There’s some rustling, the sound of a box opening, and the click of a lighter before you say, “Okay, open!”
Jake uncovers his eyes, and he’s shocked by the gasp that leaves him. In front of him is a chocolate chip cookie cake that you’ve added candles to. Blue letters spell out, “Happy Birthday Jake,” and there’s even a little taxi cab drawn with frosting.
“I hope this is okay,” you say quickly. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of cake…”
“Are you kidding? This is perfect,” Jake assures you, blinking back the tears in his eyes.
When you sing “Happy Birthday” to him in the comfort of your home, Marc and Steven join in from the headspace.
“Okay, blow out the candles and make a wish!” you say.
Jake doesn’t need any wishes. He already has everything he could ever want right in front of him.
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“What about next year?” Jake asks as the two of you lay in bed that night.
“What do you mean?” You roll onto your side to face him.
“My birthday next year. Do we skip it?’
“Of course not,” you say. “We’ll just celebrate the day before or after.”
Jake hums.
“Is that okay?” you ask.
If you had asked Jake that a year ago, the answer would have been a flat-out “no.” He hated drawing attention to himself, hated being fussed over. He felt like he didn’t deserve it.
What a difference a year makes, though. Instead, he smiles at you and says, “That sounds nice.”
“Happy birthday, Jake,” you whisper, leaning over to kiss him softly before returning your head to the pillow. “I love you.”
By the time he murmurs back, “I love you, too,” you’re already asleep.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! Also, I have some ideas for follow-ups with Steven picking his birthday, plus celebrating Marc’s birthday, so let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in! :)
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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months
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Drabble idea for the ask thing: Steve works at a tattoo shop and Eddie works at a flower shop, they both get odd looks when they tell people about their job. Bonus: Eddie gets a tattoo of a flower from Steve and that's how they meet.
This is like if you took call me sunshine, send me to space and made it cuter with a flower shop and made Steve the tattoo artist instead. I'm just gonna write the bonus scene because that's a lot to keep 500 words or less and we all know how I go on 😂 Don't @ me over the super sappy ending, someone with spoons please write another 50k of this.
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"You want a wildflower bouquet in the space of your full sleeve?" Steve stared at the fully tattooed man over his glasses, brows raised in disbelief. "I'm not one to judge tattoo choices but you seem to know what you're doing and I'm a bit confused as to how that fits with...anything else on your arm."
Steve had definitely done some wild tattoos. He was actively part of so many bad decisions made by people who would live to regret getting their girlfriend's name on their neck or the face of their best friend on their thigh.
But this one was different in that this guy had clearly meticulously planned out every tattoo on his body, and that was a lot of tattoos, and now he wanted to add...wildflowers. In between skulls and guitars and some metal band logo. Right.
"Yeah and if it's a problem, I can go somewhere else, man. I just heard a lot of good things about you and my flower shop is two doors down, so-"
"Wait. You're Eddie? You're the guy who owns the flower shop." Steve perked up, face relaxing more into a smile.
"The one and only. You been by?" Eddie didn't remember actually seeing Steve before.
He'd been shocked to walk in and see a barely tattooed Steve sitting behind the counter. Assuming he was the secretary, he'd said he was here for an appointment with the guy in charge, and Steve smiled and explained who he was.
"I haven't. But someone brought me a bouquet you made when I first opened and it was beautiful. Managed to keep it alive and thriving for almost two weeks, which is a record for me, and then someone said it was because of the way you take care of them before they're sold and the minerals you use in the water and I'm turning into Robin. Jesus."
Eddie was endeared.
Steve was looking down at his tablet in front of him, a barely visible sketch on it.
"Is that what you've come up with?" Eddie asked as he leaned over the counter to get a closer look.
They could talk about his love of the bouquet Eddie made later.
"Yeah, but. Now that I'm looking at you...I'm not sure it's right," Steve sighed, closing the app and looking back up at Eddie. "I can redesign at no charge and set up another consultation."
"Can I see?"
"Sure."
Steve pulled his tablet out and opened the picture back up.
It was beautiful, actually resembled a bouquet Eddie had done not long ago for his friend Jonathan.
"It's perfect. Can it be done in one long sitting or do we need to break it up?" Eddie smiled at Steve, pulling up the calendar on his phone to make an appointment.
"Uh. Well." Steve cleared his throat. "I guess you could probably handle the pain so all in one is fine with me? It's probably gonna be six hours with breaks every hour. Are you sure this is what you want?"
Eddie looked at the tablet again, tilting his head as he thought back to when he'd made this bouquet.
"Do you know Jonathan Byers?" Eddie asked, not looking away from the picture.
His eyes focused on the coneflower that he'd only been able to use in one bouquet before his part time employee found out they were allergic.
"Yeah...why?"
"He got you that bouquet, right?"
Steve nodded.
Eddie didn't really believe in fate or destiny or whatever type of miracle people tended to wish for. He also didn't believe in soulmates or the perfect partner.
But wildflowers grow anywhere, and sometimes love can too.
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fryingpan1234567 · 7 months
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DC high school au… mayhaps…..
I’m not sure if anyone’s done this before
But I’m doing it now
So the JL, right. These are famous alumni who made school history and now obvi they’re billionaires and reporters and museum owners but they’re not superheroes— just regular people
Liiike Clark Kent was the best quarterback the school has ever seen
Oliver Queen essentially revolutionized the archery team
Diana Prince convinced the school to start a fencing league
Barry Allen slayed both track and any and all chemistry competitions thrown his way
Arthur Curry… I shouldn’t have to say anything about his swim team career. That’s where he met his wife
Bruce Wayne was one of the smartest people probably ever, especially to grace that building
And so on and so forth
Anyways so these people are famous, and they’re up on the walls and display cases and shit
The staff!! Was so thrilled!! To be getting their children!!!!
(The principal counted down the days on his calendar after the news hit that Brucie adopted his first kid)
So.
Dick and Barbara are seniors. Dick is the cheer captain and Babs WAS on the team until a fun little accident that has her wheelchair-bound. (It’s fine, she discovered she actually likes computers better. She’d hacked the entire security system one day at lunch because she got bored)
Dick is kind of the queen bee of the school, which is hilarious, because he KNOWS but refuses to let it get to his head. This man will start water gun fights in the hallways for fun
Jason and Cass are juniors
Jason is one of the drama club’s absolute best (singing and acting). He played Billy Flynn in Chicago, Prince Charming in Cinderella, Aladdin in… yeah. He slays pretty hard
Cass is on the dance team and regularly misses class for some competition or another. Sometimes, when cheerleaders and the dance team collab on stuff (like assemblies), she actually likes the pompoms. She does not like the skirts.
Tim, Steph, and Duke are sophomores— people are s c a r e d of these three
Tim is known for constantly having a stockpile of energy drinks in his locker; sometimes a few of his friends get access to it. He’s also terrifyingly smart. And he’s got a bike. SOPHOMORE YEAR. TIM WHAT
Steph’s whole entire TikTok presence is lifting/ workout challenges against any poor scrub who tries to go up against her. She can lift the same amount as Jason Todd. That gives her a very confident “don’t fuck with me aura” around school, which is good, because she’s got zero interest in any guy there anyways (bi f pref queen)
And Duke… Duke is the golden boy, so the first time you see him in a sparring match with any of his siblings (they do that for fun at lunch), you’re very shocked to see him holding his own against Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. He also slays
Damian is the only freshman in his family. Jason and Tim make fun of him endlessly
It is pretty impressive that a freshie organized the biggest fundraiser the school has ever seen— and it was for local animal shelters. Nobody knows how he did it. Probably intimidation. You never know with that kid
Now the superfam. Ohoho, yes, these legends go to that school too
Kara is a junior, Kon is a sophomore, Jon is a freshman. They’re all on the football team (their dad comes to every game🥰)
Did anybody expect a woman or freshman to land on the varsity team the first year either of them tried out? No. But they made it anyways. Good for them
And football is just so different from their day-to-day personalities, sometimes it gives people whiplash
Kara pretty much runs the broadcast and yearbook teams, and she does it along with dominating the football field and gym
Conner looks like he’d deck you for looking at him wrong (I mean he might but like he won’t… probably), and he’s like. He makes good fashion choices. He’s the Bad Boy, which is funny considering his nerdy bf is the one with the motorcycle
Jon is fluffy?? So nice?? Sir who let an actual decent person on the varsity football team?? When someone spots Dami wearing his letterman at some point, they become the most popular couple at school. As freshmen. Slay for them tbh
Donna Troy is a senior. Fencing and beauty pageants is a weird combination. But she knows she’s pretty and she’s gonna make damn sure everybody else knows too
Cassie is a freshie, but she’s already on the fencing team as well and several people have seen her sparring with Damian (wHERE did he get KATANAS), and it looks like a couple of war gods who happen to be fifteen are fighting to the death for a few yards of shitty grass behind the school
Conner Hawke, Artemis Crock, Emiko Queen, Roy Harper, and Mia Dearden are the archery team captains. Yeah, there’s five of them, yeah, the coaches couldn’t pick because the kIDS ARE BETTER THAN THEM
(Ollie laughed so hard he fell out of his chair when they came home and told him that)
Roy is a junior and definitely brings his bow everywhere he shouldn’t. He also “accidentally” shot Jason once. Whenever someone asks about their meetcute they just laugh until the person gets scared and runs away
Conner is a sophomore but a bitter old man in his soul. What a king
Artemis is also a sophomore and everyone thinks she’s Ollie’s favorite because she’s like a mini-him, but Ollie doesn’t actually HAVE a favorite and she finds this claim hilarious
Mia, third sophomore, has a very strange attraction to the color yellow. She LOVES it. And she actually pulls it off, how awesome is she
Emi is a freshman but gets along with Dami pretty well, which isn’t surprising considering their matching deadpan humor and lowkey murderous rage constantly
Jackson Hyde broke Arthur’s record for fastest lap on his fourth try. He spends more time at the ocean than literally anywhere else
Wally West and Bart Allen are technically not related?? They’re like. Cousins. But Barry ended up officially adopting Wally (long story)
Anyways they’re actually cousins with Jesse Quick
The three of them DOMINATE track and field/ cross country/ physics club (yeah you read that last one right don’t even with me)
Wally is a senior and working towards becoming a forensic scientist for the cops. When someone asks why the fuck he wanted to do that to himself, he always jokes, “I’m not fast enough to be a serial killer so I guess I’ll help catch ‘em” and everyone is scared
Bart is a sophomore but should be a freshie, because he’s almost a full year younger, except that he skipped fifth grade and went straight to sixth. Tim and Kon pretend to be his adoptive parents and it’s like a soap opera watching these three act out a dramatic divorce arc
Jesse is a junior (alliteration go brr) but a younger one (summer birthday WOO) she definitely takes after Barry, especially in speed
SO people call their friend groups chaotic. What are you gonna do, go up and fuck with any of them? Bad idea
For fun, these assholes run a fight club after school with betting and rosters and everything, with anyone who signs up. FOR FUN. Once the batkids learned their dad has a black belt in like six different martial arts, it was all over
They say it’s a good workout
They’re probably not wrong, but still
Who the fuck wakes up and chooses violence on all their friends and family all in good fun to make MONEY OFF OF BEATING THEM UP
The most viral videos taken from their school is a push-up contest with all eight batkids, seven competing, Babs filming
Cass won.
LET me know if you want more for this. Because I’m gonna write more. But if you had specific suggestions or characters or scenarios or questions, I would love to write them
Good morning/ night/ 4am!! (PS BACK TO SCHOOL WOO)
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vetteltea · 4 months
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Lewis Hamilton and Building Snowmen [no warnings]
Day 4 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar
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Note: This is for you, @f1version. Steph is a complete legend in the way that you’ve loved Lewis for as long as I have, if not more so, and we had this beautiful realisation about young Kimi Raikkonen being a complete crush. This is also the first time I’ve written a full Drabble for Lewis so I hope I did some justice!
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Willow’s face was squinted in concentration, her tiny tongue poked out as her fingers moved to press the rock from her front garden into the molded face of her snowman. She adjusts in your hold, silently thankful when your own hand reaches out, using a little more pressure on the lump which resembles the snowman’s eye. 
She had been focusing on her wintery project for the best part of an hour; after a desperate call from your sister in law, rapidly explaining how due to the weather conditions, Willow and Kaiden’s school was closing,  you and your boyfriend had agreed to drive straight from the airport where you had just touched down to pick them up whilst she stayed at work, promising to leave as soon as possible. 
You were tired, unbelievably jet-lagged, but that didn’t matter when the two children saw you pull up outside of the school in that signature Mercedes, both of them leaping onto each of you, shocked it had been their adorned Aunt and Uncle to come and collect them. Whilst you helped them to adjust their coats, hats and gloves, Lewis strapped in the car-seats, settling both of them into the back and driving back to the family home. 
It had meant to be a surprise; the two of you were supposed to arrive that evening, surprise the family at dinner. However, plans changed, which led to the two children in the back begging to stop at the park so they could go and play in the snow. A single plea from both of them had caused their uncle to change direction, parking in a quiet spot and letting the four of you go to explore the snow laden park. 
The two younger ones had been dressed appropriately, whereas you both looked insane; you, wrapped up in Lewis’ coat whilst he opted to put on two heavier jumpers, hoping that would be enough to keep him warm. 
The park was a little busy, many families from the school deciding to do the same thing as you and Lewis had done. Children dotted around the park, playing in the snow, tumbling down the hill in excitement. Your eyes had flickered over to where your boyfriend and nephew stood, now focusing on their own creation. 
A small tug on your arm pulls you back to Willow, now reaching for the hat which sat atop of your head. You finally caught up to what she was attempting, grinning as you passed it down to her, letting her tiny hands place the cap atop of the snowman’s head. She lets out a small giggle, before giving you a thumbs up, letting you know that her masterpiece was finished, just in time for when her brother and uncle walked over. 
“What have you two been doing then, huh?” Lewis is quick to speak first, his dark eyes flickering over the snowman he’d seen the two girls working on. He begins to notice the details; the dark eyes made from coal, a green leaf wrapped around each stick-arm to represent gloves, the biggest giveaway is the Mercedes cap you had been wearing.
“Is that me?” He laughs, heart warmed by the fact they had attempted to craft him. “I love it!” He leans forward, wrapping both of you into his arms, pressing a kiss to each of your foreheads. “I know why you’re always so good at drawing me pictures now!” 
Kaiden by this point, was tugging on your arm. “Come on, you gotta come and see us now!” He insists, his tiny body attempting to drag you across the snow. 
Stood just a few meters away from Willow’s Snow-Uncle, was another snowman. This one was smaller, squat, with four legs and a giant head. You can’t help the grin which falls from your lips when you notice the scarf wrapped around its neck, your boyfriend holding the remaining length up as a leash. 
“Hey, it’s Roscoe!” You laugh, Willow giggling too as she climbs from your grasp, taking over from holding the leash where Lewis had once done. He soon settles next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently, head resting on your shoulder in comfort as the two of you watch the children pretend to feed Snow-Roscoe treats. 
“I want one.” Lewis mumbles, out of ear-shot for the two younger members of the party.
“Another Roscoe?” You tease. “We can get another puppy-”
“You know what I mean.” He’d grinned back, pressing a kiss to your lips softly. It’s something the two of you had discussed for a while now; the idea of beginning to grow a family with the man you loved always gave you butterflies; even if the two of you weren’t even married, it was something that you had discussed. You wanted three; all with his eyes, his smile and compassion. 
“Look!” Kaiden draws the two of you away from one another, pointing in the direction of where the trees overlaid one another, creating a pathway down to the playground, the giant slide now clear of now from the endless use. “Everyone is sliding down, can we?” You don’t even get a chance to answer, both Willow and Kaiden running in that direction.
You’re the first to follow, Lewis taking a moment to see the smile blossom onto your face from the escapades of his niece and nephew. It was something that all those years ago had made him realize how much he loved you; when he came home from picking up his sister and saw you on the couch, deep into reading them both a story they had decided on. 
Cold fingers lace back together, both of you walking behind the two children, Lewis’ thumb absentmindedly rubbing over your fingers. It warms his heart, hoping but knowing it would only be a few days until he could run his hand and feel a silvery engagement ring under his touch. 
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absurdthirst · 5 months
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Kinktober 2023: October 15th
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Day 15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding
Dieter Bravo x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Post-pregnancy, lactating, pumping, breastfeeding kink, paying to drink breast milk, drinking milk, breast play, grinding, frottage, cumming in pants
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There are some perks to being Dieter Bravo’s assistant. As crazy as he can be and put you through stress and odd situations, he is a fairly lenient boss. When you had come to him, explaining that you wished to be a surrogate for your sister who was unable to carry a child, he was cool with it. 
Did it stop the 2AM calls because he couldn’t find his favored crocs, or didn’t remember the name of that 24-hr Mexican restaurant? No. But he let you take off for all the doctor’s appointments without too much complaint, stopped doing drugs around you since it was bad for the baby, and insisted that you have a chair on set next to his to sit down in at all times. In actuality, it was pretty sweet. 
You had planned on coming back to work right away, since the baby was immediately going to your sister from the delivery room, but Dieter had pitched a fit. Telling you that even though you didn’t have a newborn to take care of, you still needed to recover from giving birth. You had compromised, telling him that you could recover and still manage his calendar from his admittedly comfortable couch. 
You hadn’t expected the questions. Dieter is one of those enigmatic souls that there is no telling what will pique his curiosity, but you hadn’t expected it to be your breast pump. Your sister and you decided that you would pump your milk for at least the first few months, or as long as you could. 
Dieter was obsessed. Like a kid with a new toy, you found him playing with the pumps. There were two that you could wear inside your nursing bra to let you pump while you just went about your day. Removing them and draining them into the storage bags as needed and putting them right back on. 
He was staring at your breasts, frowning slightly as he looked away and then looked back at them. As if he was figuring something out. Until you realized he was trying to decide if you had the pumps on or not. He kept muttering to himself, shaking his head and walking out of the room abruptly. You would think that he was on drugs again, except you haven’t ordered any from his regular supplier in nearly two months. 
So it’s a complete surprise when you are sitting on the couch, nearly two months after you have given birth and settled back into your routines with Dieter that he plops down on the sofa beside you. “How much would I need to pay you to drink your milk?” 
Freezing, your jaw hits the ground in shock. Immediately flustered and wondering what the hell is he talking about. Drinking your milk? He wants to taste it? Pour it into his cereal? What?
“Dee, what? What the fuck are you-”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.” He groans, shuffling closer and staring at you with wide, pleading eyes before his gaze drops down to your breasts and he groans. His hand moves down to his crotch, almost covering himself like he’s trying to hide something before he grabs a pillow and shoves it in his lap. “Please, I - fuck, I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Give me….two ounces.” 
“Dieter…” 
“Two, all I’m asking for is two. The baby can spare that, right? You’ve been pumping like 80 ounces a day, right? Around that?” His tone is slightly whiny, begging like he always does when he really, really wants something. 
It shocks you that he’s aware of how many ounces of breastmilk you are pumping. That means that he’s got to be looking in the freezer. You’ve been storing it here since you are here more than your own house and having it sent over to your sister’s.
“You want to buy two ounces of my breast milk to drink?” You ask, wanting to make sure you understand what the fuck your boss is asking you. “For a thousand dollars.” 
“Two, two thousand.” Dieter ups the price, biting his lip and swallowing harshly. “A thousand dollars an ounce. Please, I know it’s weird, I know that I shouldn’t ask, but please, please just let me have some.” 
His eyes are earnest, begging you. Almost more intense than the first time he has if you would have sex with him. Finally finding something he wants more than sex. 
“I don’t know…” 
“I can’t stop thinking about it.” He rushes out, his face twisted in embarrassment but Dieter has no shame when there is something that he wants. He’s willing to humiliate himself as long as self-gratification for whatever he is obsessing over happens. “Drinking it, sipping it. Swallowing it down. Knowing that it is supposed to feed me. Feed a baby, I mean. It’s natural. The most natural food a man can have.” He justifies it, always good at finding reasons for why he needs to have what he wants. “It fucking- fuck, baby, it fucking turns me on. The idea of drinking your milk.” 
You can tell he wasn’t supposed to say that. From the way he immediately snaps his mouth shut and recoils from you, like you are going to reach out and slap him. Maybe you should slap him. It’s a slappable offense, but you aren’t. 
“Two thousand dollars, for a chance to drink two ounces of milk?” You don’t dismiss the idea, or slap him and that makes Dieter perk up. Immediately nodding, making his disheveled hair wave eagerly. 
“Yeah. Please?” He begs again. “I promise I won’t ask you to sleep with me again or go get my coffee. Ohhhh your milk in coffee.” You watch as he rolls his eyes back in his head at the thought, the pillow being crammed against his lap even more and you huff. 
“How many times have you jerked off thinking about drinking my milk, Dee?” You demand, making your boss nearly cringe at the question. 
Ducking his head and turning a range of mottled reds in mortification, he mumbles too quietly for you to hear. “- times a day.” 
“What?” 
He mumbles again. “-day.” 
“I can’t hear you.” 
“Seven or eight times a day!” Dieter finally shouts, grabbing the pillow from his lap and shoving it over his face to scream into it while your brows shoot up in surprise. You know Dieter has a high sex drive, but you never imagined he could go that many times. 
While he is having his fit, you think about it for a moment. It’s two thousand dollars and you’d rather your boss ask you to drink your milk than some random pregnant lady on the street. You wouldn’t put it past him. Despite his tendencies, Dieter is actually pretty respectful. He doesn’t push when he’s rejected and if you say no, you know that he will be disappointed but he won’t get angry. 
You aren’t wearing the pumps, thank goodness, so it’s easy to manage when you pull away the pillow from your boss's face and straddle his thighs, putting your milk filled tits in his face. 
“I- what are you-” Dieter chokes out, eyes wide and fixed on the tops of your tits, wanting to touch you but this wasn’t what he asked for. 
“You don’t want to drink straight from the source?” You ask innocently. 
The fact that you are on his lap makes you fully aware that Dieter’s cock is hard. Letting you feel the way that it jumps when you ask if he wants to drink from you. Not hiding his love of the idea even a little bit. 
He groans, tearing his eyes away from your breasts to look up into your eyes. “Yeah? Really?” He asks, still not touching you, but his hands are hovering over your hips, wanting to settle on them. “I- you would let me do that?” 
“You can’t squeeze them.” You caution. “They are tender, and sore a lot of the time. But if you want to, you can nurse, suck the milk from my tits and drink it down.” It was good timing, because you were going to have to pump anyway. 
“But I-” He seems to be completely stumped as to why you would offer more. No one ever offers more when he is desperate enough to pay for what he wants. “I’ll be careful.” He promises, leaning forward to nuzzle into your bosom and inhale the slightly milky scent of your skin. 
You feel the way he twitched under you. That admittedly impressive cock throbbing against your core in a way that you hadn’t thought about before this moment. He’s hard because of you. Because of this infatuation with your tits, your milk. 
Those hands that you had worried would be carelessly eager are almost timid. Asking if he can take off your shirt, or if you would prefer to just lower your shirt. You explain that it feels better to just lower your shirt and he quickly agrees. His fingers almost worshipful as he gently pulls your breasts out, taking your warning to heart as he positions them in his face and gets his first good look at your hard nipples and burgeoning jugs. 
“Oh god. I just want to…” he lunges forward and snuggles his face between the breasts he is holding almost reverently. Nearly motorboating you but just breathing deep. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, throbbing even more underneath you and you swear that you feel a bit of wetness transfer from his sweats to your leggings. 
You wrap your arms around him, for stability, for a lack of places to hold onto him, bringing him closer and you feel him sigh into your skin. As if he has found a place he wants to stay. 
It’s not too long before he wants more. His lips move along your skin in a surprisingly romantic scattering of kisses, as if you were his lover. 
His arms slowly slide around you as he kisses around your nipple, tilting his head down, and he groans when the warm, wetness of his lips wrap around a hard nipple to pull it into his mouth. 
Dieter’s hips rock up, grinding up into yoh and he twitches harshly when he tugs on the nipple, letting the first spurt of milk hit his tongue. His groan is so loud, almost pained, it covers the gasp that you give at the sensation.
It’s so different from the pump. Warmer, wetter. More intense as he starts to suckle eagerly. Gulping down mouthfuls of milk as fast as he can while dragging you closer, making you grind down on his cock from the movement. 
You get lost in the feeling of it all. His cock hard and throbbing under you. Pressing against your sensitive clit as your hips rock. The subtly erotic sensation of his whiskers against your skin. Eagerly letting him switch from breast to breast as he drinks you down. 
Dieter drinks more than two ounces, far more than you had agreed on, but neither one of you pulls away, even trying to stop. He’s gorging himself on the warm, slightly sweet milk in great, greedy gulps, groaning as he swallows. 
You don’t realize you are about to cum until you do. Stiffening in his arms, you push your breast into his mouth more as your back arches, a harsh cry escaping your lips. Pleasure washing over you in waves, and you don’t realize that Dieter is moaning your name. Rocking his hips up harshly to keep the friction going until he’s throbbing against your core. The warmth of his cum coating the inside of his sweats as he cums in his pants, drunk off your breast milk. 
“Holy shit.” You pant as he pulls away, milk drunk and softening underneath you as he swallows one last time. 
“Fuck, baby.” He groans. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”
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rosemoncherie · 29 days
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close to you: t.wolff
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pairing: toto wolff x black f!reader
summary: you can never get enough of him.
warning: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, cockwarming, usage of ‘Daddy’, dirty talk.
note: repost from my main page.
w.c: 1.54K
tags: @queenshikongo3
How can a man say that he is on a break but most of his waking moments are spent locked away in their office? You wanted to yell that at your boyfriend’s head. Sure the break was induced due to how the formula one calendar is constructed but you marvelled in these moments where you were just able to spend time with him.
Toto was a very,very busy man and you had no doubt that the current season was stressful and demanding but .. so were you. You deserved his attention as well. Majority of the time, you travelled with toto across the globe and you understood the demands of his position but then there were times when you just needed his focus on you and you alone.
The house was mostly silent except for his voice bouncing off the walls and echoing into your shared bedroom. Despite his mellow tone, you could still hear him clearly - provided by the ajar door - and it sent shivers down your spine. His accent was one of the first things that pulled you towards him. It doesn’t matter what he was talking about, you just love hearing him speak.
You looked at the wall clock and saw that it was late in the morning and decided not to bother dressing up completely after your shower. You moisturised your skin with cocoa butter before wearing a comfy pair of underwear. You walked over to Toto’s side of the closet and pulled out one of his dress shirts and threw it over your body. Due to his tall and burly stature, all of his clothes seemed to swallow you but they were comfortable.
Once you applied some lip balm to your lips and straightened your braids, you followed the sound of Toto’s voice until you found him pacing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that gave a perfect view of the landscape beyond. He was dressed in light blue T-shirt and beige sweatpants, his hair unkept from frequently running his fingers through it. Your man was fine and you loved adoring him.
As if he could feel your eyes watching him, he turned to face you and you watched as his eyes travelled up and down your body. From your breasts barely covered by his shirt to your underwear digging into the flesh of your hips. He continued speaking on the phone but you smirked as his eyes followed you all the way to the couch and watched you lay on your side with your head on your hand, looking at him the way he was looking at you.
Your body was a temptation that he could never resist. He approached you and crouched down until the two of you were at eye level. You kept quiet as he used his finger to move the fabric away from your chest and expose your breast to him. You deeply inhaled as the tip of his finger circled your nipple before pinching it softly. Still sensitive from the night before, the action sent a shock to your pussy.
Falling back onto the couch, Toto pushed the shirt away from your chest and played with your nipples, pulling and tugging on them to his pleasure.
“No, I don’t want James at the factory, I want him at the track with us during the Suzuka weekend ..” You could hear bits and pieces of his conversation but you were more focused on the way his fingers were making you feel. You rubbed your thighs together to try and soothe the ache that was quickly building. Toto smirked before he leaned down and gave you a small lick as he listened to the other person on the phone.
Once the small moan left you, he shifted away from you and walked back to his desk and sat down. You pouted your lips and sat up, frowning in his direction. He finally finished his phone call and placed his phone down and focused on his laptop without sparing a glance towards you.
“Don’t be a brat.” He told you as you let out the deepest sighs.
“You’re not paying attention to me.” You huffed, crossing your arms which pushed your breasts upwards and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fell to your chest.
“You didn’t get enough when I was fucking you senseless last night?” His words caused your cheeks to warm as the memories of the previous night flooded your memory.
“And then you left me high and dry this morning.” You rolled your eyes.
“Are you wet right now?” He quirked his eyebrow as he leaned back into his chair. You bit your lip as you nodded your head. The wetness was getting distracting to be honest but when he was looking at you like that, it was hard to stop your body from reacting. “Come here.”
You stood up and walked up to him until you were standing in between his legs. Your eyes darted down to his lap where his hardening length was visible beneath the fabric of his pants.
“You want this dick baby?” He asked you as he cupped himself. Your mouth was watering for just a taste. You ought to be embarrassed with yourself but with the way Toto loved, cared and fucked you, all of your dignity was left at the door.
“Yes Daddy.” You whispered. You felt his hand hold the behind of your knee and pull you closer until you were bending down and straddling his lap. You held onto the back of his chair as he pushed he pulled his cock out of his sweats and rubbed himself against your covered clit.
You moaned softly as you pushed your panties to the side, your slick being exposed to him and your cunt throbbing with anticipation. He watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he brought you down onto his length.
“Scheiße” He cussed as your warmth engulfed him and snuggly wrapped around him till you settled at the base of his cock. You tried to roll your hips but he wasn’t having it, he slapped your ass and gripped it still which shocked your core causing you to clench around him. “As much as I want to fuck you until you can’t breath right now, I still have work to do and I need you to be still.”
“How can I do that when you’re stretching me so good Daddy.” You whispered in his ear causing him to grunt as he wrapped his arm around your torso to keep you close to his body.
“You want to be my good girl don’t you? You don’t want to piss me off do you?”
“No.”
“Good.” He cooed in your ear. “You’re going to sit here until I’ve finished going through these emails and then I’ll be yours for the rest of the day. Can you do that for me?”
It was going to be tough but you were positive that you could do it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him as you willed your body not to move. You felt so full with him nestled inside of you. Toto was not a small man so he reached deep inside of you and because of the way your bodies were positioned, he was pressing against one of your spots leaving an agonisingly sweet ache in its wake.
You were so wet and you were drenching him. He was trying so hard not to focus on the puddle of cream forming at the base of his dick but along with the small whimpers you were letting out hitting his ears, he was going to lose his focus very soon. But he needed to teach you a lesson in patience. His job kept him away from you more times than he could count and he cherished the moments that he was able to have with you, But like a moth to a flame, you could never have enough and it was probably because he spoiled you to compensate for his lack of availability.
But truth be told, he loved it when you were needy for him. It fed a deep desire of his to be your only lover and provider - a promise he was going to keep. Your cunt was warm, wet and pulsating around him and that alone could bring any man to their knees. Toto didn’t know how his restraint hadn’t weavered and just fucked into you.
“Baby.” You gasped as your pussy began to flutter with small tremors of an orgasm that neither of you were expecting. Toto’s fingers stopped moving across the keyboard and dropped his head to your shoulder as his large hands gripped you as you came around him. Finally snapping, he stood up and up and sat you down on his desk and attacked your lips.
You squealed as you finally felt his hips move as he picked you up and brought you back down onto his length.
“Yes! Just like that.” You moaned as you ran your hands through his hair and stared into his eyes.
“Finally getting what you wanted huh. Now be a good girl and take this dick.” He bit into your shoulder as you completely took over his senses.
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cranberrymoons · 4 months
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peppermint chocolate
prompt: came back wrong (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: m word count: 766 words tags: vampire eddie, morning fluff, established relationship
welcome to Day 2 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!
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So, it turns out vampires can go out in the sun after all, which is… good to know? They just can’t be out in direct sunlight for too long without whining about it, or – that might just be Eddie, actually, but he’s the only vampire who exists, or at least the only one Steve has ever met, so.
Whatever.
Steve never expected for the intricacies of vampire morphology to be relevant to his life. He also never expected to survive hell a half dozen times or get the shit kicked out of him about as often, but – here we are.
“Are you even really a vampire?” he’d asked when he got over the initial shock of Eddie being not dead. “I mean, you don’t fly, you don’t get burned by the sun, you’re eating garlic knots…”
And Eddie had looked up from the pizza he was actively shoveling into his mouth after a week presumed dead in an alternate dimension and just – shrugged. 
Because whatever? Who knows what he really is. 
The demogorgons aren’t actually demogorgons; that’s just what Dustin decided to call them. The Upside Down isn’t really the Upside Down; that’s just the best way to make it make sense in their brains. 
And the vampire currently sliding his arms around Steve’s waist and hooking a chin over his shoulder and yawning with the sharp points of little fangs sticking out is maybe not actually a vampire, but the kiss he presses into the crook of Steve’s neck comes with a little nip that breaks the skin and makes blood bead up to the surface. 
So… vampire. 
Steve is used to it enough by now that he just grunts around his toothbrush and rubs a hand over Eddie’s forearm in morning greeting. He tilts his head to get him to shift his teeth to the skin of his shoulder where he’ll be able to cover it more easily when he goes to work later, lets his eyes fall shut as he feels the familiar pinch and pull of Eddie finding a vein to tap into.
“That’s enough,” he says after a moment. 
He spits foam into the sink, and Eddie bends with him, still latched on. Steve feels his head start to spin with it, and he digs his nails into the back of Eddie’s hand to get his attention.
“Eddie. Enough.”
He feels the sharp points of his teeth pull out of his skin, and then the warm flat of his tongue laving over the pinpricks of the wound, and he takes a deep breath.
“Sorry,” Eddie says quietly. He presses a soft kiss to the mark, already healing over to be replaced by a bruise. “I’m hungry.”
Steve raises his eyebrows at Eddie where their eyes meet in the mirror. “You’ve got to let me eat something first before you take too much,” he reminds him. “There’s a reason they give you cookies when you donate blood.”
Eddie’s arms tighten their hold on his stomach, and Steve can feel the hot, hard press of him behind as he crowds in closer. He’s always like this right after he feeds: all hands and lips and tongue. He still eats normal food, too, but they’d figured out early on that he can’t go more than a few days without getting hungry for… well. 
The other thing.
Steve turns his head to give Eddie what he’s after, lets him push his tongue past his lips into his mouth and lick over the ridges of his teeth. There’s an iron tang in Eddie’s mouth that mixes with the minty toothpaste taste on Steve’s tongue, and it makes him inch closer, letting Eddie nudge him up onto the countertop, crowding between his legs to get closer.
Eddie’s stomach makes a ravenous noise, and Steve pulls back to run a hand over the flushed line of his cheek, pumping warm with his blood.
“Go make breakfast,” he says quietly. He brushes another kiss over Eddie’s mouth. “Please?”
Eddie hums. “Is that the deal? Pancakes for blood?”
“That’s the deal,” Steve says. He raises his eyebrows. “No breakfast for me, no breakfast for you.”
“In that case, maybe I’ll add chocolate chips,” Eddie says. He licks out and lets his tongue catch on the backs of Steve’s teeth. “Or peppermint. Sweeten you up a little more. Stick a straw in you like a juice box.”
Steve just smiles, tweaking the ends of his hair where his elbows are looped over Eddie’s shoulders. 
“If you make me mint chocolate chip pancakes, you can do whatever you want.”
[also on ao3]
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cheriladycl01 · 2 months
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You built it, you fix it... Daniel Ricciardo x Engineer! Reader
Plot: Ricciardo isn't having an amazing season in Mclaren, and keeps complaining about everything especially Lando's friendship with an engineer. However, Lando seems to be doing just fine.
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Mclaren, hadn't really been a top competitor since 2012 when they just came behind Ferrari in the constructors championship. However, you'd been employed halfway through the 2020 season. Mclaren are known for taking risky moves and employing youth over experience, so you being the hot shot graduate who'd interned with them 2 summers ago, they grabbed at the opportunity to have you on board.
You didn't travel with them in 2020, deciding to help in the MTC building the 2021 car, to see if you had any ideas that would make it better.
You had big opinions on the 2021 car, so Zac asked for you to travel with them for the 2021 calendar to keep an eye on things with the head engineer.
You considered this to be a phenomenal opportunity where you could travel while working.
In came, Pre Season testing in Bahrain and Lando was reporting that the car felt good, and much faster than the previous year. Yourself and Lando got on really well, being similar ages and all that. He reported everything about the car to you. Zac had appointed you as Lando's race engineer, while your counter part Charlie focused on Daniel's car. You gave him pointers on how to maximize the best out of a 'mid field' car, knowing that you'd put some little secrets in there (completely legal and within the FIA rules) that would maximize both car's potentials.
This is how he ended up coming P4 in the first race of the season. Zac pulled you into the biggest hug ever, fully lifting you up into the air while the other mechanics and engineers you'd worked with in the MCT came to congratulate you. It was your initiative and new ideas that made the car quicker this year.
To come ahead of both Ferrari's and a Red Bull was something special to all of the team.
Daniel had a larger time gap behind the Ferrari of Charles Leclerc, but still came P7 getting valuable points to the team.
"I don't get it" Daniel complained in the debrief room. Zac's head looks at the screen before gazing at the driver.
"What don't you get Daniel?" Zac asked.
"Why's Lando's car looks so much quicker than mine... it looks like a different car when you see Lando pass me and how quickly he did it!" Daniel complains, as he watches the on-board of Lando passing him in Sector 2.
"Both the car's have been built the same Daniel, we can assure you that!" the head engineer, your boss admits.
"Are you sure, because to me it seems like some of you team have their favorites!" he exclaims before sending you a look, you look back at him in shock at the accusations.
"Y/N, are these claims true?" Andrea asks looking over at you before Zac butts in.
"This is ridiculous Daniel... Y/N has worked with us since last year. When Carlos was in your seat. She met Lando way before she was introduced to you. They have become friends" Zac assures in a dad like tone, scolding Daniel for the accusations.
If accusations like that were thrown round the paddock, other teams would want to launch and investigation into Mclaren with the FIA, and that's the last thing Zac wanted this season.
"I just think its odd how Lando was that much quicker as the less experienced driver" Daniel scoffs.
"Daniel, you have to bear in mind that Lando's been driving for Mclaren for 2 previous seasons. He knows the team and he knows the car. You've come from a car that was built to cater for Max Verstappen's driving style, you had to adapt to that before you went into a completely different car in Renault. You are still learning, and its only the first race" you say to him, everyone keeping their mouth shut at the irritated sound and aura leaking from you.
You slouched back in your seat no longer wanting to deal with his dramatics.
IMOLA was even worse for Daniel, Lando was stood sharing a podium with Max and Lewis while he'd come in 6th. It was to him, a very bitter-sweet feeling.
In Portugal, it was proven that Lando was consistent in performing the the top 5 this year as he came 5th. Daniel, coming in 9th. There had been rumors going through Mclaren that you and Charlie were too switch in where the advise was going to. You'd go to Daniel and Charlie would move to Lando.
"Zac?" you ask knocking on the door, you'd heard some raised voices in there. You weren't eves-dropping because you wanted to address the rumors with Zac and see if there genuinely was going to be as switch. You'd do anything to stay with Lando, it was like you guys had become best friends and he was someone you felt safe and comfortable with. You knew how to communicate with Lando, but Daniel... you think you'd struggle with.
"Change it Zac, or you wont have me here for 2022!" Daniel, yells before slamming the door open. He glances at you before walking off down to the garage.
"Zac, what was that?" you ask, looking behind you out the door, no Daniel in sight.
"Y/N I'm sorry but depending how the next few races go... we might have to switch you and Charlie round!" he shakes his head, pen on paper writing something down.
"Why... the teams doing well. I've watched Daniel drive and he's just still getting used to the car. He's not pushing as much as he could, he's playing safe. Lando's taking risks, and he's getting us those points because as of right now, he is the better driver!" you shout, letting all of your annoyance for Daniel out at your boss.
"I'm sorry Zac, I didn't mean to yell" you huff, he points to the chair opposite him, that you take slumping down.
"It's okay, you and Lando work well together. I don't want to change that dynamic as the risk of Charlie not getting Lando those wins like you are, and then there's obvious tension between you and Daniel, so i cant see that portraying well with a switch.
Spain looked at though it was a turning point for Daniel, he'd come in 6th while Lando came behind him. The Ferrari's had changed their car, meaning Carlos and Charles now were at an advantage. It was a difficult race weekend for Lando, and Daniel couldn't help but comment on it in briefing.
You'd promised Lando, you'd get him and podium in Monaco. And you never ever go back on promises.
So Lando coming P3 made everyone's day in Mclaren. But Daniel... he had an awful race, being knocked and ending up coming P12 not securing any points for the team. He'd asked in debrief if something had been done to Lando's car since last week, but again the team assured him we hadn't.
Azerbaijan was similar and at this point, Daniel was getting fed up. Zac had told him because of the accusations and how he was acting that he wouldn't switch you and Charlie around.
France was tense, with Daniel coming behind Lando after being told not to go for an overtake. He knew tensions were high with his team already where he'd been complaining about the cars and the team, and he needed to secure that seat for 2022. So he took it on the chin.
"Y/N, I want to talk" Daniel said pulling you round a quiet corner and out the pack of the hostility where it was quietest, no media.
"Daniel, I'm busy i need to check the car's for Styria!" you say, looking back round, wondering why he had to drag you all the way round.
"What have you told Lando, that Charlie hasn't told me!" he says, pushing you back against the wall slightly, the flexing of the aluminum you are lent against sounding in your ear.
"I haven't told him anything that isn't in the pre-season briefing pack that I wrote available for myself and Charlie. If your engineer has failed to inform you of something that isn't my fault Ricciardo. Suck it up... maybe your just not the hot shot you used to be" you say, yes it was a low blow but considering all Daniel had done since you built the car was criticize and accuse you when Lando was having exceptional drives.
"Excuse me..." he said.
"You heard me Daniel, stop shitting on Lando and the car and do better!" you say with a smirk, telling you were riling him up more and more.
"You built it, you fix it" he says.
"Why fix what isn't broken..." you smile before turning away and walking back to the garage leaving Daniel shell shocked.
Styria was awful for Daniel, and you thought maybe what you said was too harsh on him, but you gave him one look as he got out of the car that had him storming to his driver's room to look at the mistakes he had made with Charlie to try and correct them.
Austria he had picked himself back up into a points position and didn't complain at a Lando podium, he congratulated him in fact with a massive hug and a well done mate. You gave him a nod, which in return you got one back.
Spa was the pivotal moment for Daniel, after what was a hard few races, with some DNF's and some not very good positions Daniel came 4th, and he was grinning the whole day.
"Y/N!" he shouted you over, you job over after rubbing Lando's shoulder being a bit disheartened by his P14.
"I should thank you, for talking some sense into me. I think after Renault last year, my racing mind wasn't what it used to be. It was the first time i realized you were right with what you said in Zac's office. Even Lando's DNF's prove he's the better driver right now, but i think I'm slowly getting back to that 'hotshot' driver" he smirks, making you laugh.
"Well, if that hot shot driver ever wants to join me for dinner, to make up for the pain of this season, i'll be more than happy to attend!" you grin, before turning off and walking away.
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mochinek0 · 3 months
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Daminette December 2023: 26-Sparkles
Marinette had moved to Gotham. She had opened up a small shop that had a house in the second story. She would be a seamstress, while making her own comissions on the side. The newest addition to her move, was a puppy. He was still in training. She had heard how dangerous Gotham was and decided to get a guard dog. She had named him Damian.
"Damian!" she cried out, "Damian! Damian, where are you?"
Damian Wayne was annoyed. He was in the park with Titus and somoene kept calling out his name. Titus was starting to bark in response, likely calling attention to him. Damian stood up and decided it was better to confront the person causing a scene.
Damian opened his mouth to shout at them to stop calling his name when an Akita ran up to the girl. She kneel down and hugged it.
"Damian, you're back!" She smiled.
Damian blushed, watched the girl rub the dog's fluffy mane. Her smile shone brightly. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. Most of the time, he saw people with animals, but they're eyes seemed bored. Their pet had become a chore to them. The girl, in front of him, seemed to really care about him. The girl extended her hand, holding out a treat. Damian cleared his throat, drawing her attention.
"You shouldn't give him a treat after." he spoke.
Marinette turned to see a guy standing a few steps away from her. She looked at him confused.
'Was he talking to me?'
"He ran away?" He asked, "Correct?"
Mari nodded, closing the her fingers over the treat, before her dog could get it.
"Giving him a treat will teach him it is okay to run away from you." the boy declared.
"Oh." She replied, frowning, "Sorry. I'm still learning. It's my first time having a pet and I thought I was making progress training him."
'I need to read those training books more when the store gets slow.'
Mari noticed her dog, jumping excitedly, wagging his tail, waiting for his treat. Standing next to the boy was a black dog, remaining still.
'I guess he knows what he's talking about.'
"What exactly are you training him for?" he asked.
"Guard dog." she answered.
"Why?" he questioned.
"Let's just say.....people don't really like me." Marinette spoke, "They will, at first, then they all turn on me. Damian will be my protector."
"So Damian the Dog is-" he began.
"It's just Damian." Mari replied, glaring at him.
He chuckled, "So am I. I thought someone was calling my name, earlier."
"Oh!" she replied, shocked, "I'm so sorry."
"It is quite alright." He stated, "I named my cat after my grandfather. He is called Alfred the Cat. I suppose correcting you was a habit." making her giggle.
"I trained my own dog." Damian declared, "Perhaps I may be of some service."
"Really?" She smiled, "I'd like that a lot. Thank you, Damian the Human."
Marinette turned to her dog, Damian, hiding her blush.
'He's so cute. Why do I keep falling for guys with green eyes that sparkle? Damn, this weakness!'
"Let us exchange numbers." Damian the Human called out, "We need to set a schedule to meet up."
They exchanged numbers. Marinette listed him as Damian the Human.
"Marinette." he poke.
She looked up at him.
"Just testing it out." he smirked, walking away.
Mari flushed and made sure her dog's leash was properly attached before leading him away.
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Humming a tune (writing)
Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.
Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)
Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.
Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!
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A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.
It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!
It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"
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The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"
Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.
Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.
"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.
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"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"
The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.
"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.
Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."
She pauses.
"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"
The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."
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Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)
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Shizuroth, part eight.
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"How is he?"
"What do you think?"
Lazard gives the SOLDIER First Class an unimpressed look and Genesis sniffs. "Never fear, Director - your Hero will be well fit for duty - after a break," Genesis says.
"Sephiroth never takes breaks," Lazard points out.
That earns him another sniff, one much closer to a scoff this time. "And people wonder why he's so unapproachable," Genesis says, rolling his eyes. "Why he keeps destroying training rooms in regular spars."
"I seem to recall you and Angeal having a hand in that too," Lazard says, amused and unimpressed. "You are all still forbidden from using the training rooms."
"Yes, yes, ours is a tragic tale of woe," Genesis says dismissively. "The point I'm trying to make is that whether Sephiroth takes breaks or not, he still needs them. He might be Elite even among us Firsts - but he's still human. No matter what the professor says."
Lazard folds his arms. "So this was to be expected, is that it?"
"Wasn't it? Have you not seen Sephiroth's schedule? And I don't just mean his mission roster. He's in and out of the labs so often they should install a revolving door, just for him," Genesis scoffs and looks away. "It's a wonder he didn't start losing it before."
Lazard narrows his eyes. "Has he lost it, then, Genesis? Has he been pushed to the brink?"
Genesis is quiet for a moment and then sighs. "No," he says. "Not yet. But something happened that shook him. Apparently his heart stopped, he was given too big a dose - but I don't think that's it. Not all of it."
"It sounds plenty shocking to me."
"SOLDIERs flatline all the time. That's what Phoenix Downs are for," Genesis waves a hand at that. "Sephiroth must've gone through it a thousand times. But maybe, in combination with the higher dose he got, and however long he was dead…"
Lazard hums. "Memory issues?"
"Most definitely," Genesis agrees, and gives him a sideways look. "He'll be able to cover it up - given time. But he must've forgotten more than he was letting on. I don't know how much - but it was a lot."
Lazard hums in grim understanding, and they're quiet for a moment in shared acceptance. Memory loss in a SOLDIER is common enough and usually isn't reason alone to pull them from the field - higher ups really didn't care. But it tends to have other detrimental effects…
Like an increased mortality rate.
SOLDIERs were sent out only on toughest of missions, taking on most dangerous assignments the company had to offer. Everything Turks or Infantry couldn't handle, the SOLDIER took care of. And going on a high-risk mission with any level of loss of mental faculties… 
If Sephiroth was operating with something worse than your usual case of a few burned synapses…
"He needs to be evaluated," Lazard says finally. "Sephiroth has numerous missions coming up in Wutai - if his abilities are compromised -"
"You'll send someone else?" Genesis asks and scoffs. "That I would like to see! How will that look in the newspapers, when the poster boy is replaced? The horror, the controversy - the conspiracy!"
Lazard casts him a look. "Or maybe I will have to shuffle the roster to send someone with him," he says pointedly.
"To babysit Sephiroth?"
"Better than to risk everything due to lack of foresight," Lazard muses and leans back in his chair. "Angeal will be back tomorrow - I want you to debrief him on the situation - quietly - and then the two of you can assess Sephiroth's condition."
"Out of the company's view, I assume?" Genesis asks while whipping out his PHS to check the calendar.
"It wouldn't do for rumours to spread," Lazard agrees and looks away. "Thankfully the Third who saw him already promised to be discreet."
Genesis hums dubiously. "We'll see how long that will last," he mutters, scrolling through his schedule. In his experience, SOLDIERs gossip worse than the secretary staff. 
"I'll take even a day's delay. With the true extent of his stay in Injections suppressed and with you handling the rest, hopefully the gossip won't find enough ground to spread," Lazard says.
Genesis hums and then frowns at a new message notification. "Ah," he says, reading the title.
"Hm?" Lazard asks 
"Well. Speaking of gossip," Genesis says, his brows arching. "Someone is getting fired at Laybell's."
Lazard frowns and gives him a confused look. "Laybell's? You mean the clothing store?"
Genesis opens the mail that had just been sent out to Silver Elite and reads it through.
SEPHIROTH JUST ORDERED A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIRTS FROM LAYBELL'S?!? by Beybelina
Hi, hello, hey, I'm a bit of a lurker, usually I don't have anything to say, but something INCREDIBLE just happened! 
I work at the Laybell's in Sector Seven and I was just processing orders when it popped up! At first I couldn't believe my eyes! The name on the order, it couldn't be! It was SEPHIROTH! I thought it was fake, so I checked - and the mailing address is Shinra HQ!
Aaaah, my heart is pounding like mad! Sephiroth, making orders from our store! This is the happiest day of my life!
There's almost instantly a reply.
Re: SHIRTS FROM LAYBELL'S by Silver Tail
OH MY GODDESS! What did he order? What kind of shirts? What colour? Tell us everything!
And then an answer to that, just as quickly…
Re:re: SHIRTS FROM LAYBELL'S by Beybelina 
I have the full list, though I probably shouldn't mail it because of customer confidentiality! But let's just say it  looks like he's moving in from the Glorious Coat of Greatness and Goodness and we'll all be worse for it! He will look amazing of course, but it's still a tragedy! 
Genesis brows arch slightly in incredulity. What customer confidentiality? "Apparently Sephiroth has been shopping for clothes."
Lazard looks up, and Genesis shows him the message. "Hm. I agree, someone is certainly getting fired," he says dubiously. "But is it really that unusual? Everyone uses mail to shop these days."
Genesis gives him a look. "You have no idea what the state of his wardrobe is, do you?"
"I make it a point not to pry into the personal affairs of SOLDIER members," Lazard admits.
"And we're oh so grateful - but I do, and it's something else," Genesis says flatly. He'd gotten his own leather coat because he'd gotten inspired by Sephiroth's style - only to soon realise where it actually came from.
He's never known anyone too damn haughty to get a new shirt, before Sephiroth. It would be amusing if it wasn't so irritating. Of course, there's also the fact that whenever they do as much as charge their hairstyle it's newsworthy. Sephiroth is especially sensitive to it, having been in the spotlight all his life. But mostly it was just the man being contrary on purpose, because someone said something, and sometimes Sephiroth just decides to dig his heels in about the weirdest things for no good reason. Like with the hair, oh, Goddess, the hair.
So the idea that Sephiroth is suddenly becoming fashion-conscious…? Highly unlikely. 
Genesis scowls, snapping his phone shut.
Lazard is right - Sephiroth really needs to be assessed, thoroughly. Because either the man has utterly lost his mind… or he's up to something.
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Cut to SY, sobbing screaming throwing up over a pile of torn shirts.
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