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[httpwintersoldier]

『 do it for me, doll. pt.3 || bucky barnes x reader 』

pairing: pornstar!Bucky x f!reader words: medium summary: when life gets hard after the Avenger's disbandment Bucky has to find a new occupation, and you find it too.

『 part 1 』 『 part 2 』

Getting on the plane to New York had your legs jittery and butterflies in your stomach. You couldn't stop smiling, you felt like a teenage girl giggling about your crush. Except it was just about the opposite.

Your coworkers found it odd, that you were so happy and couldn't wait for a work related trip, but they just guessed you enjoyed travelling. Little did they know, company awaited you on the other side.

You'd only meet Bucky on your third day in New York, since you were busy the other two days, but you might as well have met him outside of the airport, because your mind was clouded with thoughts of him and what you'd do when you first saw each other. Your body felt like it was burning in every place you wanted him to touch you.

You hurried to call a cab, and once you were in the hotel you didn't bother to unpack or get comfortable, you just grabbed your phone to text Bucky (whom had obviously given you his number since scheduling a meetup via livestream chat was not ideal or practical).

You: I'm in NYC 😎

Bucky: you sure we can't see each other like... now? I want you so bad

(Picture attached)

The picture was of him, lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, that were riding dangerously low on his waist.

You bit your lip, and for a second considered ditching your professional responsibilities for a good great fuck. But eventually decided against it.

You: Sorry Sergeant, duty calls, I'll see you the day after tomorrow

Bucky: you know I'll punish you for making me wait, right?

You: I do... and I can't wait.

You had no idea where your recent surge of confidence had come from (you suspected it was from all of Bucky's compliments and encouragement), but this new you was capable of saying just about anything that went through your mind.

To say you were unproductive and absolutely useless during your meetings was the understatement of the century. You were so distracted, excited and giddy by the thought of Bucky that you ended up contributing nothing to the work you were actually supposed to do. Your coworkers, however (bless them) just pinned it in nervousness for being in front of the higher-ups and covered for you.

When the day came you felt all sorts of emotions and skipped all of the coffees you'd usually have throughout the day as the added caffeine would only make it worse. A lot worse.

The workday itself was light, you only worked during the morning since your employers had meetings in the afternoon.

Come 1PM, you ate hurriedly and started to get ready, as if 6 hours wasn't enough time. You showered, did your hair and makeup (nice and heavy on the mascara so he'd have enough to mess up), lathered yourself in the nicest vanilla body lotion you had ever smelled, and got dressed.

You went all out for the meetup, even going as far as buying new lingerie for the occasion, but the man deserved it, he was cooking you dinner and serving all types of meat after all.

The set you purchased was baby pink. It was a hard cup lacy bra, that pushed up your tits in a beautiful way, with a small ribbon in between the cups. The panties were matching the top, and the back had a cut-out heart giving a perfect view of your ass. The set wouldn't be complete without the matching garter belt that connected to a sheer, white pair of tights.

You looked like a dream.

You put on a fancy outfit and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair, before texting Bucky.

You: I'm ready, will you make me wait till the time comes as a punishment?

Bucky: making you wait to come over would only be a punishment to me. Come one over.

Bucky shared his location.

You giggled and called an Uber to his location, sending a picture as soon as you got in the car to let him know you were on your way.

Bucky was just as giddy and nervous as you were, and he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of you. Despite what might've been a popular belief, he didn't fuck a lot, he just happened to undress on camera.

About 15 minutes went by and Bucky was just adding the finishing touches to the dinner table when he heard your footsteps approach the door.

Ding dong.

You both took a deep breath, and the door opened.

"Y/N! Hi!"

Mesmerizing. That was the only way to describe Bucky Barnes. He smiled at you as if you weren't both thinking of the sinful things you were to do to each other.

"Nice to finally see you in person!" You said, greeting him with a hug.

He guided you inside his house - it was very minimalist, nothing but the absolutely necessary inside.

"I'm not big on decorations." Bucky said with a chuckle, as he saw you look around "But I do have beautiful chains hanging on my bedroom walls." He whispered in your ear, as an arm sneaked around your figure.

You shivered, looking over your shoulder at the man that was standing dangerously close to you. Your lips missed each other by mere milimeters, and the sexual tension was clearly palpable.

Bucky brushed his lips over yours for a split second, before completely pulling away and taking you to the kitchen. What a tease.

Bucky was a true gentleman, pulled directly from those 1940's stereotypes. He pulled out the chair for you and served your food and the champagne he had prepared.

"I hope you like it. If you don't there's a great chinese place nearby." He half-joked, since he was actually a little scared you wouldn't like the meal.

But his worries washed away when he saw your face as you took the first bite of the meal.

"Wow! This is amazing!" You complimented.

You saw his cheeks go a little red at the compliment and he smiled widely.

"Yeah? Thank you."

You'd think all of the compliments he got during streams would've made him more used to hearing them, but he still got very shy.

"Hopefully it won't be the best thing of the night..." You said suggestively, sending a wink his way.

Bucky's face instantly changed, into a look of lust and desire.

"Oh princess, this is nothing compared to what I have prepared." He winked at you, bringing the champagne glass to his lips.

The conversation flowed naturally during the dinner, which was a relief. Both of you had a secret worry in the back of your minds that you'd have no chemistry aside from the sexual attraction, but as time passed the worry faded completely.

When dinner was done, Bucky took a hold of your hand and guided you to his living room, bringing the champagne along with you. You sat down on the couch.

"You know Bucky, I'm surprised..."

Bucky rose an eyebrow at you.

"Hm? Surprised?"

"Yes," you paused, trailing your hand up his thigh "after the stunt you pulled when I came in the door I didn't think you'd last this long without doing... something."

Bucky's bionic arm gripped your wrist, just as your hand was getting to his crotch.

"Oh princess you have no idea how much I've been holding back."

The Soldier pulled you a little closer as he said that.

"Why hold back?" You whispered, as he was just so close.

"Because if I don't I won't be able to hold, back." Bucky responded, one of his hands making it's way to your cheek.

"Then don't hold back."

Those words were almost like a command for Bucky. He borught your face closer to his and kissed you, Your lips fit perfectly together, and all you both could think was "finally".

There was need and desperation in the kiss, and it was as if you were afraid to let go, as if you'd falter if you pulled away.

Bucky's vibranium arm wrapped around your figure, and brought you to his lap. His hips rolled up agains yours, as his tongue entered your mouth once more and his hands gripped your ass - you felt pleasantly overwhelmed, your mind had no idea what to focus on.

You could feel his boner against your core, and moaned at the feeling.

Bucky's hands settled on your ass and he stood up, taking you to what you assumed was his bedroom. He then laid you on the bed, standing up for a second to take of his shirt and pants.

As he worked on his clothes, you worked on yours. You removed your top and undid your zipper, so Bucky could pull down your pants and dispose of them. After he did so, he stood back, admiring your body in the pretty lingerie.

He smirked, chuckled and brushed back his semi-long hair, before climbing on top of you and pampering your chest and neck with sloppy kisses.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, doll." Bucky told you, snapping the waistband of your panties against the skin of your hip.

Your hand tangled on his hair as he marked your skin, while his hand sneaked inside your pretty underwear to find your clit.

"Oh Bucky- fuck."

The man kissed your neck, then your jaw and then your cheek.

"You sound even more beautiful in person." He said, before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

Bucky wanted to grab that pretty bra of yours and rip it out, but it was far too pretty, so his hand reached around your back and unclasped it, then peeling it off your body.

"Shit..." He groaned under his breath.

The man's lips attached to one of your nipples, as the other hand sneakily pushed your panties to the side, so he could enter you.

"This wet? Just for me? Wow I must be really good." Bucky joked, biting your breast and then kissing down your stomach.

"May... Maybe." You said, unable to sneak in a snarky reply when his tongue met your clit.

Bucky was holding your waist down with his free hand, as you couldn't help but writhe under his touch.

"Shit if you keep that up I'm not gonna last long." You said, between moans and whines.

"Then don't last long. Cum on my tongue doll, I wanna see how pretty you look up close."

Bucky curled his fingers inside of you and uncurled, picking up the pace he fingered you it. Soon after you were cumming with a loud cry of incoherent words that were meant to be "fuck Bucky, you're so good".

When your breath was steady, he came up to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. Hot.

In a sudden act of bravery, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped you over, then kneeling in between his legs.

"What are we doing now doll?" He asked, with a look of amusement on his face.

You hooked your finger on the waistband of his tight boxers and pulled them down, letting his erection spring free. His cock did look bigger in person.

"Repaying the favour."

Before he could reply, you licked a strip along his shaft, before sucking his tip. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of him.

"Oh... fuck." He groaned and made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair, so he could watch the way his cock disappeared in your mouth.

Your hand added to the movement, and when you looked up, your teary eyes meeting his, he nearly came in your mouth.

"That's it." Bucky said, before tugging on your hair and pulling your mouth away from his cock.

Before you could register what was happening, Bucky had you on the bed with your ass up and face in the matress. He took your wrists and held them together behind your back.

Soon after, his tip found your entrance and he slipped in slowly, taking in the moment he finally got to fill you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good doll." His compliment almost went unheard, as you were too focused on how good it felt to have him fuck you.

His hand spanked your ass and then grabbed it, loving the way it bounced when he fucked you.

As Bucky picked up the pace, your moans became more frequent and louder, making it insanely hard for him not to cum.

"Fuck it." He said, and paused, before flipping you around and entering you again "I wanna see your pretty little face when you cum on my cock, you're going to look so beautiful, all fucked out for me."

His hand wrapped around your throat as he said those words, and you swore your vision went blurry with pleasure.

"You f-feel so good Bucky- shit! Fuck!" You screamed, as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with each thrust.

It wasn't long before pleasure-filled tears streamed down your face, and your hands gripped the sheets. Your climax hit you harder than any before, and you cried out the man's name.

Bucky didn't even get time to ride out your orgasm, he simpy pulled out and came on you. All over your stomach and tits.

The man fell beside you on the bed, as you both tried to regain your breaths. After a couple seconds, you looked at each other, instantly feeling shy as if you hadn't fucked the shit out of each other.

You noticed the way his eyes drifted to your neck, and you softly ran your fingers across it.

"I'm going to have to wear a scarf tomorrow, aren't I?"

Bucky smiled and laughed.

"That would probably be best, yes." He joked, meeting your eyes.

Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side, not caring if his cum stuck between your bodies, and lifted your chin up to kiss you.

"Join me. Let's film this, at least once. Please?"

"I'll think about it."

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[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 24: so girlhood

*planetyn had just started a live!

‘GRWMMMM’

“hiiii y’all!” you greeted your supporters as they started to enter the live.

you were just about to get ready when you realized you hadn’t done a grwm livestream in a while. so, you decided to do one.

hannabae: HEYYY PRETTY

se7en: MOTHERS BACK

user999: GIRL WE MISSED U

“oh my god, i missed you guys too! how are you?”

user2: GOODDDDDDD

se7en: WE GUCCI WBU

“i’m good!” you said, putting on your headband and pushing strands of hair away from your face. “so. i’m getting ready right now because me and the gang are going out.” you paused. “and we might or might not film a video.” you playfully bit your finger. “wink wink.”

santanalvr: WE GETTIN A BIG CHEESE VIDEO HELL YEAHHHHH

“hey! now, i didn’t say all that.” you looked around, suspiciously. “anyways! let’s get into this beat!”

you had already moisturized your face earlier, so you started with primer. you applied the sticky product onto your skin and rubbed it in.

therealnai2: where ur man at queen

user00: omg why’d i forget the brits were in nyc

you looked at the comment and laughed. “the brits is crazy work,” you started to brush your eyebrows and lightly fill them in. “eren and brit gang are at their hotel right now. literally everyone’s getting ready right now.”

therealnai2: OH PERIODDDDD

hannabae: girl what song is in the background omg

“all i want is you by miguel and j cole. i love this song so bad y’all.” you held the makeup brush to your lips and started to sing the lyrics.

kimberlyyyy: CUS THEY DONT SMILE

yummyymir: she think she ymir omgg ijbol

conman69: brah stfu 😭😭😭😭

“CONNIE. get the fuck out my live right now bitch.” you rolled your eyes and fake punched the camera. “that’s for you hoe!”

you held up two foundations to the camera. “which one should i use today y’all?” you asked your supporters. majority said charlotte tilbury, so you opened the bottle and applied a generous amount onto your face. blending the product in afterwards.

your bedroom door suddenly opened and sasha’s head peeked through. “y/n, can i use your setting spray? pleaseeee,” she pleaded. you jokingly rolled your eyes and beckoned her to come in.

sasha then came into the camera and smiled. “heyyyy live!”

hannabae: HEYYY SASHA BAE

bbycakes: DIDNT U BUY HER ONE FOR HER BDAY IJBOL 😭😭

“BRO, I DID! i swear she drinks that shit.” you said, handing her the bottle of setting spray. sasha laughed. “i don’t! i just use alot! i need my shit to stay all day.”

user00: okay thats real

“thank you user00!”

since sasha was done with her makeup and she already had her outfit picked, she decided to stay in your room. she plugged in the straightener that was hidden in one of your vanity drawers. she began to straighten her hair, while you did your makeup.

therealnai2: this is so girlhood

user00: I love yall so bad omg

15 minutes later..

“makeup and hair is done guys! are we serving or what?” you and sasha posed for the camera, showing off your makeup and hair.

“oh we ate!” sasha said, biting her finger.

user007: y’all are GIVINGGGG

yummyymir: girlies ate downnnn

hannabae: MOTHERS OH MYYYYY

user29: i wish i was Eren and mikasa

you and sasha giggled and thanked your supporters for the compliments. “i think we’re gonna end the live here. thank you all for chatting with us, bye bye!!!!”

“make good choices!” sasha shouted before the live ended.

*planetyn has ended the live!

🫧

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[beansricejc]

JOHN WICK x READER : The Courier

part 2 (part 1!)

summary: three years have passed since you ran into John, where you refused his offer for a drink. you have climbed the criminal underworld social ladder significantly in the past three years. John sees this as a challenge, and insists that you have that drink with him. sparks fly, slower burn. female reader, 4240 words.

author’s note: i really like going into detail about the reader’s job because girl boss things, lol! if you haven’t, I’d recommend reading part 1 if you’d like, you can certainly read this as a stand alone! pls lmk what you think if you want to! thx! 💕

warnings: nsfw fantasies, alcohol, cursing, implied violence, organized crime, slow burn, significant age gap.

Three years.

It had been three years since you saw the man at that party. The party full of criminal elites, hitmen, you name it. If they were a big deal in the criminal world, they were there that night. You were just starting out then, actually on the job, you had delivered some files to the Continental Manager, Winston, that night. Right before you left, you managed to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous hitman.

Wick.

John Wick.

He had insisted that you join him for a drink, and you insisted harder that you were working, still on the job. You had other deliveries to run, you didn’t have time to just drop an hour to share conversation and possibly suck face with the man.

You had made yourself known back then, criminals used your services often, and your gig slowly grew. And grew. And grew some more.

Until three years later, you had accidentally created an entire enterprise dedicated for servicing several crime syndicates around New York City.

Before you knew it, you were technically a crime boss. Your business delicately walked the gray area of illegal and legal.

Okay, it was actually super illegal.

You had hired almost 70 women from the local NYC area, all of them that met your standards of talent and experience. Completing deliveries across the city for crime syndicates was tricky work, work that had to be meticulously done.

And with one of the largest servicer businesses in the area, people didn’t just know your name, they feared it.

But why? Why would they fear the CEO of a shady delivery company?

You were neutral territory. With all of the gangs across New York City using your service, they knew better than to decide to mess with you, or your business.

You were like the Switzerland of the criminal underground.

Everyone in the local industry knew this.

And tonight, you had actually been invited to join this party, formally by Winston himself. Your assistant had casually mentioned the event invitation that he emailed you, and despite your higher status on the current criminal food chain, you were still shocked about it.

Your past 48 hours were solely dedicated to being a self care queen. Haircut, mani pedi, facial, eyebrow waxing, you name it. If there was one thing, it was you were were going to be the center of attention tonight.

And you were.

With your form fitting black maxi dress, gold jewlery, perfectly applied makeup and styled hair, you could just sense all of the eyes on you tonight. You had walked in with your small entourage consisting of your personal assistant, and a few personal bodyguards. Of course with you and your non-chalant attitude, you acted like you didn’t know that you were the shit.

And there was John. An almost repeat scene from three years ago, mingling with the same group of OG hitmen in a corner of the hotel lounge. Once again nursing the same brand of bourbon on the rocks, talking about god knows what, probably the worst way they’ve ever killed a group of goons.

John’s eyes scanned the room for any pretty women to hit on tonight, the same old same old. Buy a few drinks, go upstairs with a cute little thing, cum on her back, buy her an uber and send her home. John lost all hope in trying to actually find a romantic interest a long time ago after the passing of his wife, there was just no time for it.

Although, the thought of being battered and bloody, shuffling through the door after a hard days work, and having a pretty girl to patch him up and then subsequently suck him off did sound appealing to him.

Anyways, there John was, scouring through the bar and lounge with his dark brown eyes for something to cum on later this evening, and before he knew it, his eyes darted, and landed on none other, but you.

Y/N.

John widened his eyes, his heartrate increasing a bit just from the mere sight of you. The way your feminine figure looked in that black dress that clung to your body, the way your manicured fingers applied another layer of lipgloss while your assistant spoke to you. The way you introduced yourself to some very dangerous looking Yakuza members but managed to make them laugh with the almost fluent Japanese you were speaking, he was almost in shock.

John keeps an eye on Y/N. He likes your style but he knows you could turn on him at any moment you wanted, even if you weren’t known to jump to violence like most.

You appeared like a typical crime boss, hiding the brutal side of your under layers of class, style, humor, and charm. It's an act. The best are able to hide their dark side behind their public face. John has seen these types in his many years in the business.

But he’d be lying if he said you weren’t the most beautiful woman in this room right now. And your laugh, it travels like wind to his ears, it’s almost ethereal. Was it the liquor? Probably. He didn’t care, it had been years since he’s seen you leave through those doors, and now he’s only heard mere stories of you and your enterprise.

-

“No way, Y/N? She decided to actually come? God, she’s a fucking dime.” one of John’s colleagues that was in his mingling circle commented. John inhaled sharply, snapping out of whatever trance he just had from looking at her.

“You hear she still does her own jobs? Could you imagine any other boss getting their hands dirty in this day in age? I’ll give it to her, she’s a bad bitch.” the same guy said, the rest of the men laugh and agree.

John remembers, it hits him. Y/N isn’t necessarily a hitman, nor does she run a hitman empire. That’s right, she’s an armed, fast, and efficient courier. Not to mention deadly. Her or her team wouldn’t just be regular hitmen for hire, they would only kill if it was necessary to complete their deliveries. And sometimes, it was definitely necessary.

John has only heard of the high speed chases that she or her crew took part in against the police, or even people that want to get their hands on whatever they were transporting. And what did this woman of great skill use to transport important items for crime bosses?

Simple.

A Kawasaki Ninja H2.

An absolute beast, somehow street legal that had a top speed of 209 miles per hour. With a two-speed centrifugal supercharger and the best suspension on the market. Anyone without the skillset of Y/N or even one of her employees didn’t stand a chance to utilize this creature to it’s full potential.

The thought of riding one of those magnificent bikes sent a chill down John’s spine.

Not only did she have one, but every woman under her employment was issued one for jobs as well. The fastest street legal bike there was.

“Remember when she totally cock blocked you three years ago?” one of his colleagues, Parker, reminded John, snickering after. John’s face gave a deadpan expression to the laughing group of men, as he downed the rest of his liquor and demanded a refill from the bartender. The worker obliged without hesitation, pouring the brown liquid into his crystal clear glass, and John took a large drag from the cup, finishing about half of it in one go.

One thing that John had always regretted in the past few years since meeting that woman, was not being persistent enough.

The status she had obtained over the years was something to behold. Not only was she young, but she had climbed the social ladder in his industry faster than he had ever seen. He could see how too, with what was displayed about 45 feet away from his eyes.

Y/N with her entourage of bodyguards, a personal assistant, with her confident demeanor demanding respect with a subtle tone in her voice as she spoke in a foreign language, to these Yakuza members no less.

She was this pretty little thing, with a beautiful smile and laugh. But John could see the beast of her personality and lethal skill behind that feminine figure.

And he was intimidated to say the least. Not petrified or scared for his life, the potential to be a worthy adversary was there, lingering in the air.

And John was slightly turned on by it.

-

You were laughing with these Japanese criminals as your gaze was distracted from the wolf that was stalking you from all the way at the oak carved bar. Your heartrate sped up a bit, images of your first and last encounter, at this very same location infiltrated your brain. It was short but you wouldn’t consider it sweet.

Tense? Yeah.

John was clearly interested in something besides for sharing small talk over a drink, and seemed to take offense that you had more work you had to take care of that night. You stuck out like a sore thumb that night, with a motorcycle helmet on your head, in a crowd of people in black tie dress wear at the party.

And look what we had here, three years later.

Except instead of a wolf stalking his prey, it was a fair duel. Carnivor versus carnivor, in a sense. Both with a reputation and a high standing in the underground, no matter how long it was. You only had a few years under your belt, whereas John, had decades. And that was the most intimidating thing about him to you. Experience.

John decided he would take you as his challenge of the night. He may have failed three years ago, when you were nothing but a simple service provider, and he didn’t expect anything more this time around. But fuck it, right?

Let’s be a bit more persistent this time around, Wick. John thought to himself as he sauntered towards your stunned form.

Round two huh? No shit. You think, stifling a laugh and replying to something that one of the Japanese men said to you. You take another sip of your dirty martini, leaving a lipgloss stain on your glass as your eyes traveled up to John’s staggering expression as he finally approached you fully. You don’t move or say a word, in fact, one of your very large bodyguards steps between the two of you and begins to pat John down for any weapons he could possibly have on him.

John knew better than to carry a gun to a party hosted by the Continental. Besides, he hardly needed it. He was the weapon of the century, as far as he was concerned.

The bodyguard saw he was clean but knew that John was still a threat, if he really wanted to be. However, the guard stepped to the side, back to his original position, slightly behind Y/N’s much smaller and less menacing form.

A coy smirk painted your face when you finally meet his gaze again, as you delicately hold out your hand out towards John. He gladly takes it in his much larger, calloused hands, bending over slightly and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. A normal greeting for a woman of your position in this industry.

“You’re quite the persistent man, John.” you chuckle, as his lips leave your hand and he looked back at you, smiling in an almost tauntful manner.

That familiar scent of John Wick hits your nostrils once again. Patchouli, tobacco, and, gunpowder? Someone’s been busy.

“You’re not the first to notice, Y/N.” John retorts, holding up his glass to you in agreement. His knuckles are covered in freshly changed bandages, with yellow bruising peeking out from underneath them. “I’ve heard business is booming.” he comments, you roll your eyes and sigh.

“You could say that. A lot has changed in 3 years, as you can tell.” you reply, noticing that his dark brown eyes are studying everything about you. Classic hitman behavior. Your expressions, emotional state, movements, even the way that your nose scrunched when you smiled or laughed. Almost as if he’s unintentionally sizing you up, and this makes you chuckle.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” was the only thing John could reply to that. He realized you have caught him soaking in all of your features, including those tempting glossy lips of yours.

Sinful thoughts enter his mind, and he has to try his hardest not to give into them at this very moment.

He’s wondering what else those lips could do, he’s been fantasizing about you since day one, of course he’d never admit it. John was a notorious playboy after the death of his wife, his pride was too big to say that he may have regretted not going for you a little harder.

The thought of shoving you against one of his hotel room walls, with a thud that echoed out to the hallway ensuing from it. He’d loom over your much shorter frame, and you would breathe heavily, anticipating the hitman to not hold anything back with you. Moments of silence passed before he slammed his lips onto those pretty pink ones he’s been dreaming of for so long. Biting down on the flesh of your bottom lip, hands searching frantically for your core, ripping whatever fabric you had guarding it and teasing your clit with expertise. Slow and precise circles, just to torture you. You’d gasp at the sensation, leaving the perfect time for him to take over the kiss by tossing his tongue into your mouth, his other hand going to your neck and squeezing to keep you in your current spot. You wouldn’t be going anywhere, anytime soon.

“Did you want something?” you asked John, forcing him out of the fabrication that tantalized his brain. John cleared his throat, and laughed nervously.

“Was wondering, if you’d have that drink with me now.” John requested, nodding to the barren martini glass in your hand. You sighed, knowing that you were attracted to this older man, no matter how many times you tried to deny it to yourself.

You were the head of a criminal powerhouse, a young woman, independent, deadly, and an expert in your craft. Of course you didn’t want to be at the whim of some man that happened to get your attention, romantically, sexually, it didn’t matter. Besides, there was hardly time for it with the position you held.

But here you were, obliging John fucking Wick in having a drink with him, after three years of denying him.

Damn your hormones. Damn this man and his long dark hair.

So a drink you had. Then another drink. And a couple of shots, John wanted to know what the kids were drinking these days, so of course you had to show him. In the past couple of hours of actually easy going conversation, he had realized you were damn near his exact type of woman. Clever, with a great sense of humor, and fairly kind, all things considered. He could tell you weren’t just some underworld nepo-baby, and that you came from a humble upbringing, which made him even more attracted to you. (If that was even possible).

He met a woman who could keep up, even lead, a conversation with him.

If he was the Boogeyman, you were the Devil herself. Quick witted and sharp tongued, he couldn’t help but be even more intrigued after every sentence you dropped from your mouth.

The guests at this party were astonished to say the least.

The pair were certainly, a unique match. A young crime boss managing to make the world’s deadliest man open up like a badly wrapped package after a few drinks and good banter. What a sight to behold.

The night however, was ending. To his surprise, you were finishing the night up with a canned Pabst Blue Ribbon, a true contradiction to your current high ranking and your black tie event dress. John couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised, and noticed that the alcohol was certainly hitting the both of you.

You had told your personal protection entourage that they could go to their respective hotel rooms for the night, knowing that John wouldn’t be deemed a threat to you after he had showed you images of his Blue Stafford Terrier on his phone.

“You mind if I, uh, walk you to your room?” John hiccuped as he asked, you giggled at this mannerisms, giving your signature nose crinkle that your face did whenever you smiled. Your grabbed your leather purse and left some large bills on the counter to cover for your drinks. John slid your cash back to you, waving the gesture you gave off.

“I already took care of it. Don’t you dare.” John informed you, tossing you a wink and you rolled your eyes at his ever so flirtatious nature.

“Well, unnecessary, but thank you.” you drunkenly told him, sliding the large bills over to your bartender for his tip, shrugging at John. He raised his eyebrows, and took that generous action down in his head.

Treats waitstaff well. Noted. John thought to himself while the palm of his hand found it’s way to the small of your back, taking in the feel of the luxurious fabric. He led you out of the lounge and towards the elevators, managing to snag an empty one to help you into, not that you really needed the help, he was just being a gentleman.

He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to be a gentleman with you. Maybe it was your high status? Maybe it was because he felt different with you than with other women he casually hit on at the bar.

“Which floor?” John asked, and you looked up at his handsome face, drinking in his sharp and manly features. You didn’t know why (it was the liquor) but you giggled a bit at him.

“8.” you simply told him, and he pressed the button to that exact floor.

The doors shut, and John cleared his throat.

And here comes the tension. Was it like the movies? Would this ride up the hotel floors ensue in a steamy makeout session?

Of course not.

This was you we were talking about. You were ridiculous. So of course you checked your phone for anything important, and John couldn’t help but take a look to see if you were secretive. You weren’t. (It was the liquor, usually you were).

You had received a string of memes from one of your closest friends and assistant, Marissa. You two were very close, and she had been a part of your enterprise since day one.

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John could tell, the age gap was evident. Shown explicitly by Y/N giggling and intoxicated at these random pictures she had been sent.

John took a closer look.

He was staring at a photoshopped image of a Hello Kitty head pasted onto a muscular matching body. John raised his eyebrows. He read the caption on the picture, which read: if the homies are sleeping on you, spoon them.

“Wh-what the fuck am I looking at?” John slipped up, as Y/N was giggling nonstop at the image on her phone.

“It’s a masterpiece, you just- you just don’t get it. And that's okay.” Y/N replied as the elevator doors opened to the floor that your room was on.

John shook his head and laughed at the absurdity of the joke.

The consequences of hanging out with the younger generation.

John escorted Y/N to her room, where you took out your room card and sighed. The butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely haywire at the moment, and you didn’t know if that was because of the alcohol, or the DILF of a man gazing down at her with a romantic look in his deep brown eyes.

There was the tension. Thick enough to cause a fog in the room, it tingled between them as they both bore into each other’s eyes.

Fuck it. John thought, his head dipping a bit, Y/N’s hand lifting to his chest to stop his movement. Her heartbeat was out of control, and the anxiety had finally caught up to you. Here was this absolute art piece of a man who she had been getting along with all night, all worked up and ready to go. You took a deep breath.

“J-John. I don’t really, do this sort of thing, I’m just too busy for any of it.” you admit to him. John’s soul plummets into the pit of his liquor filled stomach, he had been expecting to kiss this woman who had been keeping him good company all night.

Well, that killed the mood, didn’t it?

You weren’t good at this sort of thing, of course you’ve had several ex boyfriends in the past, but for a few years, you hadn’t indulged in any sort of relationship, mainly because of the hunk of responsibility that has now weighed down on your back.

“God dammit.” you curse at yourself as you cave in, wrapping your hands quickly around John’s neck and pull him in, crashing your lips onto his as he first intended to do. The passion between the both of you could have been caused by the alcohol, or by the banter you two had shared at the bar for the past few hours. John grunts in surprise but he isn’t mad at all, very satisfied actually. His hands find their way to your well shaped hips, which your dress was so delicately covering, and his fingers give you a taunting squeeze in response to your sudden change of heart.

John’s teeth do what he had imagined earlier when he first spoke to you, biting down on your bottom lip, earning a squeak of surprise from you. He can’t help but smile into the kiss, humming in affirmation to your cute noise.

The pair of you break away, both breathing heavily, you’re slightly dizzy from the alcohol, and he is dizzy on the thought of fucking you right here any now against the wall. The scratch of his beard still stung your mouth and cheeks but you didn’t mind. It was a reminder of him, even though he was right there in front of you. Your breath hitched as John watched your prominent chest rise and fall with each heavy breath that you took.

“Um, how about I give you my card, okay?” you ask, fishing out a black and metal business card and slipping it into John’s right hand. He’s taken aback by the coolness of the metal against his warm skin, and nodded into your forehead, that he was touching with his own.

John cleared his throat, that was still tingling from all of the alcohol he had with you tonight.

“Y-yeah. That’s perfect.” John answered. You press your lips together, a pink hue dashes upon your cheeks and nose after the kiss, you haven’t done anything like this in a few years.

Jesus Christ, what are you, a middle schooler? Pull yourself together, girly. You think to yourself.

“Alright,” you sigh, slipping your key card into the lock on the hotel door, opening it. You pause to look back up at John, still in your drunken and flustered phase from that kiss you two shared. “Just text me, ‘kay?” you ask, shooting him a nervous but still excited smile, before you swoop into the room, barricading yourself from John with the hotel door.

It closes, and clicks to let you know it’s locked.

You hurry to the bathroom and take a long deep breath, smacking yourself on the cheeks and splashing cold water on your face to knock yourself out of this state of anxiety you’re in.

John is still frozen in front of your hotel room door that you have just escaped behind, he shakes himself out of it and peeks down a the metal engraved business card.

It has your first and last name, phone number, email, and various social media accounts listed on the small card.

He still can’t believe what just happened.

Y/N, the ever so popular crime boss that was the next big thing, just melted like a schoolgirl in his arms.

No fucking way. John thinks, laughing a bit in disbelief.

He shuffles back to his hotel room, which happened to be on the same floor as yours, it’s down a few doors and to the right. He enters, goes inside and plops himself down on the bed, staring at the card that he still had in his hand.

“God, she’s hot.” He mumbled to himself, thoughts are racing through his mind, some innocent, most are filthy.

The image of you bent over his kitchen counter while pounding you into submission, spanking you hard on your nicely shaped ass while you scream his name is the consistent image in his head. Or him grabbing your hair, pulling your head back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked, and fucked, and fucked you from behind.

John blinked a few times, realizing he now has a completely hard cock because of the fantasy that couldn’t seem to go away just now.

Well, looks like the playboy would have to take care of himself again. It wasn’t the first time he did it after meeting you, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

#john wick x you #john wick imagine #john wick #john wick x reader #jw4 #keanu reeves #john wick x y/n

[jgroffdaily]

@paulwontorek Years from now /

We’ll remember and we’ll come back /

Buy the rooftop and hang a plaque /

This is where we began /

Being what we can /

#StephenSondheim wrote those stirring lyrics for “Our Time,” the emotional climax to @merrilyonbway, in which we see the three friends who started the show in turmoil go all the way back in time to their first meeting as innocents on an apartment rooftop looking up at orbiting Sputnik, full of hope for their futures.

Since it opened, @emiliomadrid has had the idea of photographing the stars of the current revival—#JonathanGroff @lindsaymendez and #DanielRadcliffe—on the rooftop of his studio at dusk.

I immediately thought of the lyrics above, and wanted to present these three now veteran performers not as the rooftop innocents they play onstage at the Hudson Theatre but as the seasoned pros that have become, enlivening the theater season with their pitch-perfect performances that are key to making this notoriously difficult show a hit at last.

Thank you to Dan, Jonathan and Lindsay for being as charming as ever, Emilio, @magicshak and @ferraphoto for their always inspiring talent behind the lens, @thezackrsmith for turning it into TV magic, @thebroadwayshowtv producers @lindssully1021 and @caitlin.moynihan for making it happen and @colganm @Alex_am_seeley and @nicolettecarcaldi at @polkpr for arranging “our time” with the trio. And of course the large team of BTS stylists, groomers, hair and makeup artists and assistants who keep everything and everyone looking good. (Personal 🙌 to @angvalentine)

Watch us on @thebroadwayshowtv this weekend in 140 markets including PIX11 on Sunday in NYC and also see all the photos and an extended version of the segment on @broadwaycom.

#jonathan groff #daniel radcliffe #lindsay mendez #merrily we roll along #Paul Wontorek #merrily promo

[cinnagall]

☆Welcome To My Gyaru Blog☆

♡ Intro ♡

Hiiiiiiii! My name is Jax, I’m 23 years old and from NYC! I’ve been gal for almost 2 years now. I don’t consider myself a vet gal by any means (obviously) but I’d like to believe that I have a good basis in the style and makeup! I don’t think my blog posts will be very formal at first but I want a space to share my opinions and document my journey.

I found gyaru and J-fashion through early Tumblr (around 2013/2014), and then rediscovered it in 2020 and fell in love with it all over again. I love gal because of how much tan skin is appreciated! Japanese gals created a space in a colorist society where you could say “I LOVE your tan skin!” I think that’s pretty amazing!!! I also love how gyaru as a style is very hyperfeminine but with a twist. Since becoming a gal, I have learned to care much less what people think. I’m not afraid to express myself or dress in a way that other people might not like. I am unapologetically myself and I partially have gal to thank for that! At first I was really inspired by Ganguro/Old School, I loved how early gals pulled inspiration from Western fashion trends, especially African American Y2K fashion. Though, I should acknowledge that there is a conversation to be had about appreciation vs appropriation, which I might talk about in a later post.

🌺FAQ🌺

I’ll answer some FAQ that gals get so you guys can understand a bit more about my personal philosophies on the style:

💄 Do you need makeup to be gal?

Yes, there are many, MANY different styles of gyaru makeup and all of them are valid, but the only thing that has stayed consistent across gyaru “substyles” is the makeup (and hairstyling/nails), but the defining feature of gal is the makeup. This is a sentiment that has been echoed in both the Gaijin and Japanese gal communities. You don’t need to wear heavy yamanba makeup every single day, it’s understandable that some days you might not have time or energy to do your hair, money to do your nails, ect. The important part is that you do these things as much as possible as well as incorporating gal into your life in other ways!

🌺Can you be gal if you’re white or not asian?

Yes, anybody can be gal!

👛Do you need brand to be gal?

NO. Even the most well known gaijin gals own Western fast fashion brands. A lot of similar items to the ones Japanese gals wore can be found second hand or in your local mall. Obviously, finding a dupe for an item can be difficult if that item has a specific print like the Alba Rosa coat and some MA*RS sets (though Shein did have a MA*RS dupe dress last year), but other than that a lot of gal outfits are easily replicable. Magazine scans are going to be your best friend if you wanna get the style right, it is much easier to get the gal look you want when you have a clear basis/inspiration for the coords and makeup you wanna wear. Also, simply owning brand is not enough to put together a good outfit, a lot of people who wear a lot of brand lack inspiration and originality. I am not anti-brand by any means. I have a huge list of brand items I want, and I even ordered my first brand piece recently (a MA*RS handbag). But it’s just not necessary, and some brands are essentially the equivalent of Japanese Charlotte Russe or Forever 21. The brands are still fast fashion and a lot of second hand brand items are falling apart, smell, have stains, ect. Don’t stress about brand unless you really want it! It took me almost two years to buy my first piece, you’ll be okay without it! Learning HOW to style, is a lot more important than WHAT you style. A good gal can make almost anything gal, but “bad” gal can end up making anything, even brand, look cheap and tacky.

(hint, hint: a lot of it honestly is and that’s why styling really matters)

Substyles I’m currently into and why!:

🦋Agejo🦋:

So, when you think of agejo, it probably looks something like this:

This specific type of agejo is what tends to be most represented on Google and Pinterest. Newbies to the style might think that pink, black, cheetah print, lace stockings, and big hair is all there is to the style. But boy would you be wrong!!!

Look at some of these scans from Ageha, most of these are from 2008-2012. Look at how many different types of agejo are represented! Of course the iconic pink and black MA*RS sets can be found in some spreads, but they’re much less common than most gals think!

See how different the above images are? Agejo literally translates to “butterfly lady”, so in a lot of Ageha editions, especially in the spreads for more formal dresses, you will see a lot of butterfly motifs! Isn’t it crazy that the style that has butterfly in the name, yet it isn’t commonly associated with butterflies at all? I also learned from my friend Haruka (@otknoharuka on Instagram) that in Japan, Agejo is considered a style under the Hime umbrella. It actually makes a lot of sense if you’ve seen a lot of ageha scans.

I know, technically you can argue that some of the outfits in these scans could be considered another substyle. But let’s just remember that substyles aren’t real and they’re something Western gals came up with to make sense of the scans/information that was available to them at the time!

I really started understanding this style more when I started to religiously scour Ageha scans. At first I was an Egg girl all the way but I’m glad I actually took the time to read other magazines. Egg is iconic but it’s far from all there is in terms of gyaru magazine inspiration. I totally fell in love with this substyle when I finally tried out the softer, more dolly makeup look that’s common in Ageha magazine (example below). It suits my features so much better than the harsher gal make I used to do.

An early attempt of mine at Agejo/Ageha inspired makeup:

A more recent attempt:

🐆Banba🐆:

Personally I’ve never been into more “out there” styles like ya/manba. I don’t think they really suit me, and it’s just generally not the gyaru vibe I’m looking for. But Banba has recently been resonating with me recently. If you don’t know, the term banba comes from combining “barbie” and “manba.” It’s a more toned down and hyper feminine version of manba. I also find that it’s more beginner-friendly than some other substyles (in terms of coords).

A lot of the outfits are composed of muted colors, tans/browns, black, white, and animal prints. These are all items that are very easy to find, it’s just a matter of learning how to style them! I also love how glittery the makeup is, and the nails are to die for. I’ve actually been teaching myself how to make nails and a big part of it is because I don’t feel complete without them, especially when doing styles like this!!

Some banba inspo I’ve pulled from recently:

Some recent attempts of mine:

I’m going to end this blog post here!! I had a lot of fun making it and I’m excited to do more posts in the future!! I think my next post will be a unpopular gyaru opinions post, might rial some people up but in classic gal fashion I simply do not give a fuck.

I hope you’re having an amazing day wherever you are!!

TT & IG - @cinnagal

☆じゃあね☆,

ジャックス

#gyaru #gyaru aesthetic #gyaru fashion #y2k #ギャル #jfashion #gyarustyle #gyaru girl #kawaii aesthetic #kawaii fashion #banba #agejo gyaru #agejo #ageha #koakuma ageha #ageha magazine #egg #egg magazine

[neverland-l0stgirl]

I wrote a lengthy blog post about my experiences in NY for the Japan Parade. I’m definitely the main character of my post, so don’t read if you don’t like that kind of stuff. The parts focusing on the Kimetsu float are between the ~~~ marks. Please also excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes 🙏

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I went to NYC this past weekend to see Sakamoto Shogo-kun as Tanjiro in the NYC Japan Parade. I don’t really read manga or watch anime anymore, so I’m mainly there to support Shogo-kun himself 🥰

I debated for a long time whether I would go. Planning a trip just for a celebrity is not really something I would usually do, but going to NYC alone IS exactly the type of thing I might do 😅 Because I love theater so much, I would honestly fly to NY just to wander around and watch a bunch of Broadway shows.

Anyways, so there is a little backstory of how I decided to go…

Last month was my birthday, and Shogo-kun happened to livestream on his Openrec account the day before. I sent him a paid comment telling him that it was my birthday and that I was happy to see him livestream right before my birthday 🥳 I had wanted to tell him “MAYBE I’ll see you in NY as well” just to be polite. I’m a very self-conscious, people-pleasing type of person. It seemed rude to me to write a comment just to point out how it was my birthday 😓 However, there was a character limit, and the stream was about to end. In a moment of panic, I just typed “See you in NYC” in English. Because I told him that, I thought I had to keep my promise and go 🥲 He even acknowledged it and said something along the lines of, “ah, I wonder if I would see you.” My friend asked me later why I didn’t just say “Have fun in NY.” Well… I can’t think clearly in a moment of panic, okay?! 😭

Anyways, so that was the reason. I’m not gonna lie, the entire time, I felt a little silly to be doing this. I honestly feel like I’m too old to still be chasing idols around and not focus on adult things that proper adults should be focusing on…

Before I went, my otaku friend told me I should make uchiwa with Shogo-kun’s name. I did plan on bringing a sign of some sort with Shogo-kun’s name, but I guess the proper way to do it was to make uchiwa, right? 😅 I wasn’t able to buy blank ones in the US nor did I order them in time to be shipped to me before the event; however, 13 years of US compulsory schooling taught me nothing but arts and crafts right?! (no, actually my middle/high school were very academically rigorous 🥲, but I also did do lots of arts and crafts!). I ended up making uchiwa from black poster board with popsicle sticks on the inside as structural support. It was a fairly easy crafts project until my superglue EXPLODED, and then it became a disaster. Up close, there was glue everywhere, but from far away, they looked alright.

But remember how I said I was a very self-conscious person? I was sooooo embarrassed by the thought of holding up the uchiwa’s but only because I knew I would probably be the only person who had them. If I went to a TouMyu show where everyone had uchiwa, I wouldn’t have minded at all. Anyways, it was with these kinds of feelings that I left for New York.

Before going to New York, I was really worried about the weather since it seemed like it would be cold and rainy [as a Californian, anything below 65F (18C???) is extremely cold 🥶]. BUT the weather was amazing on the day of the parade. It was literally cold and rainy the days before and after. Shogo-kun is really prone to sunburns though, so I hope he was alright. I hope the heavy stage makeup he wore protected him from the sun 😬

On the day of the parade, I got to the parade location very early. I knew I was going to be waiting around for a while since the Kimetsu float was scheduled to come out pretty late in the event, but I was already too tired from the previous couple of days to really want to be doing anything else, so I just waited and chatted with the volunteers. I ended up waiting about an hour before I saw the Kimetsu float. In the first hour, I spent some time waving to the kids in the parade and anyone else who looked excited to be a part of the parade. In my youth, I did a lot of performance arts (I also started doing them again as an adult!). I thought about how sad I would be if I were performing, but the patrons didn’t seem too excited to see me, so I tried my best to smile and wave at people in the parade even if I had no idea what their organization was all about 😅

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Finally, I saw the Kimetsu float! The official event website said it would be less crowded the farther away you are from 72nd street, so I made it up to 79th street. I held out my uchiwa’s as soon as I saw the float. I think Shogo-kun’s castmates saw them before he did 😅 When he finally saw them, he made a face like 😮 and started waving to me while mouthing “thank you” 🥰 It was my first time meeting him, and I wanted to appear as normal as possible 🤣 so all I did was smile and wave. He waved to me until I was out of his sight. After that, I tried to chase the float a little. I picked another spot down the street and waved my uchiwa’s at him again. He waved to me again until I was out of his sight. I tried to chase the float some more, but the farther down I got, the more crowded it became, so it was really impossible to chase the float anymore.

People were sooooo excited to see Kimetsu, I was honestly pretty surprised. I didn’t know us Americans were THIS into Kimetsu haha. There were kids and adults, men and women who shouted “Tanjiro!” and “Inosuke!” at the top of their lungs. There were people professing their love to all the characters 😅 There was even a Japanese girl on stilts (she might have been in the parade) who was going CRAZY for Tanjiro. I’m happy to see people being this passionate about Kimetsu 😆 It would have sucked to come all this way to a lackluster crowd.

At the end of the parade, the cast of Kimetsu sang a little bit and performed a couple fight scenes. The people who got to see them from the front all wore a badge of some sort. They were probably important city officials and event planners or the press. Most of the fans only got a side view or a back view. It’s not a big deal, though, since the portions I couldn’t see well were all captured by the press and posted online. I was standing on the west side at this point where it was very crowded. I ended up crossing the street after the performance to the east side where it was less crowded. After the show, the Kimetsu cast did a prolonged interview session. At this point, I couldn’t see them at all, but I was too lazy 😅 to cross the street again. Also, I did not want stand where I could have been captured in pictures or videos with my uchiwa’s by the press 🫣 The fans on the west side were able to see their backs. Around this time, some fans holding signs for Sato Yugo-kun and Yazaki Hiroshi-san spotted my uchiwa’s, and we started excitedly waving and giggling at each other 🤭. It was so nice to make a connection with other fans of the actors!! I was also super glad (and no longer embarrassed 😅) that I brought the uchiwa’s ☺️. Would Shogo-kun have been sad if there were supporters of Yugo-kun and Yazaki-san but not himself??

At the end of the interview, Shogo-kun ran up to the fans standing on the west side and high-fived them all! He was particularly excited to see the fans who came out to support Yugo-kun and Yazaki-san 😊 Finally, he came to my side. He saw my uchiwa’s again and waved to me while mouthing “thank you” again. He did this even after he got back on the float to leave the event 🥺 I told him “Thank you for coming!” I hope he heard me 😅

Shogo-Kun really brought his best fanservice game. He smiled SO randiantly and waved a lot and said some phrases in English and Japanese like “How are you, New York?!” and “Thank you!” I’m sure he said more things that fans were able to see in the online streams, but it was so hectic that I personally don’t really remember what else he said 😓

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I kind of regret not trying to high five him when he got close enough, but as I have mentioned, I’m, uhhhh, very self-conscious people-pleasing 😭 Shogo-kun is very people-shy, right? I honestly didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable 🥺 just in case he didn’t want to shake hands or whatever. I also didn’t want to shout his name. I don’t know if himself or people who came to see Kimetsu would have minded that I would be breaking his character a little. There were a couple girls who were shouting “Shogo-kun” though. And also grown ass men shouting “Tanjiro I love you!” and doing finger hearts 🤣

Because I was holding uchiwa’s and trying to wave to Shogo-kun, I couldn’t take any videos of our interactions. I also thought it would have been impolite to stick a camera in his face while he was making eye contact with me (self-conscious people-pleasing amirite or amirite 😳). Because of this, our interactions only live inside my memories (and maybe his????? 🤷🏻‍♀️). From what I can remember, every time I brought out my uchiwa’s, he only waved at me and no one else. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know, but that’s how I remember it. I wonder if anyone next to me at the time who came to see Tanjiro felt disappointed at all that he only waved to me 😬 I hope they also got their fair share of fanservice 😬😬

Shogo-kun and his castmates really worked sooooo hard on this trip. They arrived midday Thursday, attended a rehearsal on Friday, and the event was on Saturday. They flew back to Japan midday Sunday and have all arrived safely 😊 They barely had time to go sightseeing at all, and at least Shogo-kun and Yugo-kun were suffering from pretty terrible jet-lag, so they might have spent a lot of time sleeping 😢 I also thought the event planners would at least spend a day showing them around the city since they were literal guests to the city and were supported by the Japanese-American consulate, but it seemed like they were on their own 🙁 I also don’t know if all of their meals got reimbursed! That’s crazy! I treat my guests much better!! I hope they all had fun regardless, and I hope they can visit again someday in a more relaxed fashion!

In the end, all of my doubts and feelings of “what am I doing” dissipated. I’m so glad I made the trip all the way across the country 😅 I don’t think there will be many more events where I can see my oshi up close and freely take pictures and videos. I wish I was a bit more daring and appeared more passionate about meeting Shogo-kun, but I hope he felt my support regardless 🥰

As a bonus, I also saw some amazing Broadway shows and did some fun shopping! I saw Back to the Future on Broadway, which Shogo-kun, Yugo-kun, and Yazaki-san also saw. While it was fun, I really wish they saw a more renowned show like The Lion King. I really think the quality is different!!

Alright. That’s it. Thanks to those who have made it this far. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions about anything!

#sakamoto shogo #sakamoto shougo #japanparade2024 #Kimetsu #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #阪本奨悟 #鬼滅の刃 #舞台鬼滅の刃

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While I’m thinking about make up again, I’m trying to figure out my goal with it. I always loved doing very gothic makeup while playing with unnatural colors. Plus I want to attempt SX type makeup looks.

But then it leads into the question on where do I start. I already got recommended a liquid eyeliner I’m looking forward to try. I just need to now find a pencil eyeliner for my under eyes because of how I like to have a Smokey effect there.

Then with my decent experience with makeup I aim a lot for blues, purples, and black because of how I was attempting goth type looks. And the last time I tried makeup (before leaving nyc) I brought primer, which I didn’t play with much.

And as I attempted to rebuild my makeup collection things happened. From my mental state trying to get through a lot of personal issues I never had a chance to overcome. Let alone the whole ex-friend thing where she had me terrified to do things that I enjoyed.

Like thanks to this ex-friend and depression I stopped doing a lot of things I used to enjoy, or thought I enjoyed. I eventually, struggling by myself, found a therapist to start working on my mental issues. At that, August of 2022 I almost unalived myself.

But thankfully I finally had a better support system, like my case manager, and I had access to resources. Nothing like having a disassociation episode in a state that I still was not used to. Super scary. Then when the loneliness hit, and I tried dating, another issue popped up

Besides feeling out of control, I still felt unreal and going through the motions. The date with the female went amazing, but I was still people pleasing and I wasn’t confident in myself.

And when discussing my bare minimum of what I expect in a relationship to both fam and ex-friend, I got the same response that I’m asking for too much. Which just makes me feel like anything I ask will always be too much. Even people I no longer speak to said the same.

Is it too much to ask for a partner to agree to dedicate one day to just us? Like it doesn’t even have to be a whole day, and doesn’t have to be in person the whole day.

For example: we choose every Saturday. Typically we would hang out. But let’s say something comes up, because life. I would happily take a 30 minute phone call as a little check in and call that our time. It still covers my request to make Saturday our day.

So yeah, I then started my whole gender restart journey, after I realized (part thanks to therapy) that I desperately needed to step back from everything. I still didn’t know who exactly I was. But I knew enough of who my core values were

I always knew I wasn’t a girl. Presentation wise I’m very much nonbinary. I never understood the whole concept of certain things are for certain genders. It was depressing to be told to be a girl my whole life when I thought I was doing so.

Like my whole childhood I thought if I born a girl then that’s it. What I do doesn’t determine if I was a girl or not. But fam kept pushing for me to be “a girl” and since then I wonder what about being a boy that made people say I was being like them. Which made no sense.

Boys are emotionless. But the males in my life are all emotionally assholes. Like wtf. They get a pass when they express anger. They get a pass when they violently express themselves. But “girls” are emotional? My 5yr mind couldn’t fathom the hypocrisy.

Girls supposed to like pink. And for that I hated pink because of what my family told me. Especially when I see grown men wearing pink and they look better than girls.

Make up is for girls to be beautiful. ??? Then why when guys wear it they look incredible. I would buy makeup all because a guy made it look good. Something about their confidence made the product seem more appealing.

But as I grew up I constantly questioning why my family always point out what I did never made sense to them, or how much they used what I was against me.

My whole life Leslie has always commented how I was “high functioning” and whenever I asked what that meant she would never answer me. I now know she was pointing out that I was autistic. The bullshit is my whole family knew and didn’t tell me. Every therapist told them this!

In March I will be 2 years sober. As in a finally decided to give up drinking. Like I already had rarely drank, but when I did it was evident I had a problem. At that, I come from a family of alcoholics. Uncles, brother, sisters. Even dad.

After the whole unalive attempt I put down a whole part of who I thought I was. And after starting my sober journey I’m learning things about myself I long forgot about.

While in the help center, cause of the attemp, I was able to be completely alone. There was no noise or people to cloud my judgement. It was the first time in a long time I looked in an almost body mirror. It was the first time I looked at myself & realized so much about myself.

Things I already knew and things I never noticed. It already took 1 attempt to accept that I never was attracted to men. I already knew I was never female. But in that mirror I had a chance to explore what I look like without a chest, and that made me so happy.

I always had days where the thing that made me happy was when I noticed my male characteristics. The days where even other people noticed my masculine traits.

Like when I look in the mirror and see a pretty boy looking back. Or the time some guy (during my insecurity college days) comment that I looked like a guy in my pic I sent him. He was trying to be mean but that comment made me so happy.

And so I went about trying makeup and styles that brought out those features. Granted a lot of my insecurities came out whenever family spoke. Which discouraged me a lot.

Then when I tried a makeup I thought I looked beautiful in, my ex said I looked like a drag queen, which was a huge compliment for me. But he went about informing me that he was calling me ugly. It’s the same ex who said he’ll no longer speak to me if I came out as not female

This was the makeup he was mean about. I think I did a great job with my lack of skill and trying to be “a girl” It took forever to get the checkerboard lips to not mix.

So when I looked at that mirror , in 2022, it solidified my decisions moving forward. I did already came out as nonbinary before then and was already thinking about getting rid of my chest. But have a visual made it no longer a questionable choice but for once a firm decision.

I had always struggled with thinking for myself due to my upbringing. So to firmly put my foot down and proclaim to myself all the feelings and thoughts I had my whole life I can finally do something about it.

Long before the pandemic I was already looking into transitioning, but I second guessed myself because I wasn’t sure how I would do it in secret. It wasn’t something I could easily talk about with family.

I was grateful that I eventually learned who truly supported my decision to make myself happy. Sure, like 2 still made the sexual jokes about my chest but they firmly stated I should do what I wanted and be happy, and that their feelings shouldn’t matter in this.

So after finally deciding once I move out of her mom’s trailer, I’m no longer speaking or associating with this ex-friend. Especially when she made me fear things I enjoyed. Heck, I disassociate around her that I threw out things I wanted to treasure.

This isn’t mentioning the fact, I was so out of it that I lost my favorite hoodie twice (it’s currently lost again). The first time it was lost it turned out to be in her partner’s car when I clearly had it in my room. So I don’t feel safe around her.

The way this month is going I should be able to find a place this month. Moving is a different story.

Besides all that, during the first year of being sober, I gave up cold medicine (the liquid kind). Trying to be sober opened my eyes to my other addiction. I have a horrible history with meds. So, it’s funny to me that I finally have mood stabilizers that work for me

As I work on my second year of being sober I slowly been taking care of my hair. I been working harder on my confidence and dealing with my insecurities.

This year I finally joined the emotional skills group at the clinic I go to. Which is a huge thing for me since I never been comfortable in group therapy type things. I really missed doing group stuff, like the career meetups I attended in NYC. I met amazing people like that

So seeing that I’m slowly getting away from self isolation to going out is a huge relief for me. But as I’m reaching the second year end, new insecurities and issues come up.

I like to say my HRT is going smoothly and being comfortable around doctors has improved. But now it’s coming closer to the part I’m fearful of. I never had huge surgery before. Most I got, year last year and late 2022, was my wisdom teeth removed. So, top surgery is huge.

And my insecurities about my body goes lower than my chest. I wonder how I’ll bring that up. Plus, I really do want to do makeup again, but the fear people around me would read my actions wrongly. Hence the other mental insecurities

But since I’m getting better at taking care of my hair, learning more about my body on what I can control. I do think it’s time I can start to add something that I really miss that doesn’t belong to any gender.

Plus, I just think it’s time I learn a little bit more about my skin. I already started last year when finally seeing someone about my scars due to my skin picking. So, yeah. It’s about time I get back into makeup.

Because how else am I supposed to learn about my skin if I don’t put it to the test. Like what soups are best for it. What skin care products and routine works. And a lot of times makeup can help with the insecurities I feel that change day to day.

After I deal with surgeries is when I’ll tackle clothing because a huge chunk of what’s stopping me now is because I don’t see me and that’s hard to overcome when a part of that is physically impossible

#rl shit #blog #life #transgender #makeup #thoughts #tw: attempt

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Discover Madison LeCroy's Beauty Favorites: The Secrets Behind Her Glam

Discover Madison LeCroy's Beauty Favorites: The Secrets Behind Her Glam Meta Description: Dive into the world of Madison LeCroy's beauty routine as she reveals her favorite hair, makeup, and skincare products. Learn the secrets behind her flawless look. Introduction to Madison LeCroy's Beauty Secrets Madison LeCroy, the Southern Charm sensation, has always been a beacon of beauty inspiration. With her impeccable style and flawless makeup, she's captured the attention of many. This article delves deep into the secrets behind her glamorous look, revealing the products she swears by and the techniques she employs.

Madison LeCroy's Favorite Beauty Products Madison has a curated list of beauty products that she can't live without. Some of her top recommendations include: - Natural Oil Blotting Paper Roll by PleasingCare: Perfect for on-the-go touch-ups, ensuring a matte finish. - Laneige Lip Sleeping Mask: A hydrating treatment that leaves lips soft and supple. - NYX The Brow Glue: For those perfectly sculpted eyebrows that stay in place all day. - One/Size by Patrick Starr Powder Foundation: Offers a flawless finish with buildable coverage. - Tatcha Luminous Dewy Skin Mist: A refreshing mist that gives a radiant glow. Hair Picks for Glamorous Locks Madison's hair always looks salon-fresh. Some of her go-to products include: - Living Proof Hairspray: For a strong hold without the crunch. - Oribe Royal Blowout Heat Styling Spray: Protects hair from heat damage while ensuring a smooth finish. - Great Lengths Extensions: For added volume and length, Madison trusts these high-quality extensions. Makeup Essentials for a Flawless Look Achieving Madison's makeup look requires precision and the right products. Some of her essentials are: - NYC Slim Lip Pencil by NYX PROFESSIONAL MAKEUP: Defines and accentuates the lips. - One/Size by Patrick Starr Powder Foundation: For a seamless and natural finish. Skincare Secrets for a Radiant Glow Madison's skin always looks youthful and radiant. Her skincare secrets include: - Tatcha Luminous Dewy Skin Mist: Hydrates and gives a fresh, dewy look. - Laneige Lip Sleeping Mask: Ensures soft, kissable lips. Insider Beauty Tips and Tricks Beyond products, Madison has shared various beauty hacks over the years: - Stay Hydrated: Drinking ample water keeps the skin hydrated. - Regular Facials: Madison believes in regular facials to keep her skin in top condition. - Less is More: She often emphasizes the importance of a minimalistic approach, especially with makeup. Conclusion Madison LeCroy's beauty secrets are a blend of high-quality products and tried-and-true techniques. Incorporating her recommendations might just elevate your beauty game. After all, who wouldn't want to glean insights from the Southern Charm beauty herself? FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions): - What are Madison LeCroy's top beauty picks? - Madison's top picks include the Laneige Lip Sleeping Mask, NYX The Brow Glue, and the Tatcha Luminous Dewy Skin Mist, among others. - Where can I buy the beauty products recommended by Madison LeCroy? - Most of these products are available on major online retailers like Amazon, Sephora, and Ulta. - How can I achieve a glamorous look like Madison LeCroy? - By incorporating Madison's recommended products and following her beauty tips and tricks. - Are there any budget-friendly alternatives to the beauty products recommended by Madison LeCroy? - Yes, many drugstore brands offer similar products at a more affordable price point.   Read the full article

#Beautysecrets #HaircareTips #MadisonLeCroy #MakeupEssentials #Skincareroutine #SouthernCharm

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The best beauty stores in New York City for locals and tourists

What beauty suppliers to know before moving to New York? As with any key life decision, it’s best to go with your spontaneous feelings. Don’t base your judgement mainly on what you see on social media or through cinema screens.

New York is one of the most visited places in the world and often travelers, visitors and locals wish to buy quality skincare, makeup, and fragrances in cheap prices. Sometimes buyers who shop at New York beauty stores offered exclusive deals and discounts as a bonus. Keep on reading for the best New York beauty retailers and find out why they’re worth shopping on your next visit.

1. New York beauty & fashion

They have everything a woman needs for hair and beauty. You can find natural, relaxed and crochet wigs at great reasonable prices. The store is in service since last 20 years. Customers say they have the humblest staff with helping attitude.

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2. Manhattan Beauty

Everything you can imagine for hair is here. Also, they have a massive selection of wigs and track hair. Locals will be happy to find this extensive collection and quality under one roof. One of the specialties of this store is 100% human hair wigs.

3. Eve Beauty Source

Eva Beauty Source is a go-to beauty supplies store in New York. Right from beauty cosmetics to hair extensions, items in all categories are available at competitive prices. The store also offer great hair care products such as organic shampoos to extravagance hair brushes.

4. Credo Beauty

Beauty is one of the least regulated consumer categories. One of the best beauty store in the vicinity where you will find the largest assortment of the best beauty products on the planet. All brands avoid using the ingredients on The Dirty List (all 2700+ of them) and go much further to create safer, more sustainable, ethical, and transparent products.

5. Beauty World NYC

Whether you desire a haircut, styling, highlights, color, hair extensions, keratin treatment, full body laser hair removal, spider veins treatments, facials for acne, sensitive, hyper-pigmentation skin type, chemical peeling, eyelash extensions, keratin eyelash lifting, face and lips Botox, eyebrows microblading, scalp micro-pigmentation, they have something to help you feel beautiful. they provide impeccable customer service and a comfortable, beautiful, and friendly environment.

[freeengineer]

Ameba pico virtual world games

In March 2009 Ameba launched Ameba Pico, a Facebook app for the English market based on the virtual community Ameba Pigg. In December 2009, Ameba launched Ameba Now, a micro-blogging platform competing with Twitter.

Are there any virtual worlds like Ameba Pigg?Īmeba (Japanese pronunciation: アメーバ, Amēba) is a Japanese blogging and social networking website.

Are there any games like Ameba Pico fiction Earth?.

What can you do In Ameba Pico virtual world?.

Is there a game like Roblox for adults?.

The stand alone Ameba Pico site allows you to check your avatar from anywhere. If you aren’t anywhere near your Facebook, you don’t have to ignore your Ameba Pico! You can use to check on your Pico. If you give them out, you will be more likely to be given them from the players you meet online! Use the Stand Alone Ameba Pico Site That’s why, when you have the chance, you should give avatars that you like Pico Props. By completing it, you will earn 5 Tokens! Use Pico Props in Ameba Pico!īy getting Pico Props from other Picos in the virtual world, you can earn Gummies and Tokens. That’s why when you start the game, make sure to take the tutorial. Although the concept is confusing, the point is that you want to earn as many Tokens as you can in Ameba Pico. Tokens are harder to get and can mainly only be won in a game called Gacha (which you pay for with Gummies). Since the in game currency, Ameba Coins, can only be bought it’s important to stock up on the free currency called Tokens. Use our Ameba Pico tips to start your game today! Ameba Pico Tips Take the Ameba Pico Tutorial This truly is a global game you can talk and play with Picos from around the globe. Because the game is using this site, you can come in contact with English, Japanese, and French players. The game is global and the Facebook version is linked to the site itself using Facebook Connect. The last, and best, part that stands out about Ameba Pico is the stand-alone site connected to the game. This seems to be a fairly convoluted way to earn extra cash in a social game, but it does keep things fresh. You can play the game for 300 Gummies and you will be awarded with a random prize. You can win more Tokens in the virtual game called Gacha. When you go through the tutorial at the beginning of the game, you are given 5 Tokens. Token, this third currency, are used to buy anything within the game. This may seem harsh, but to even out the balance between Gummies and Ameba Coins, there is a third currency. Purchases can only be done with the virtual currency that you can buy, called Ameba Coins. The earnable in-game currency is called Gummies the unique thing about Gummies is that it is not used for purchases. The only part of Ameba Pico that may be confusing is the currency situation. This alone gives players a chance to truly immerse themselves in the game as a Pico, since it feels like they are traveling around a REAL city. This includes decorations for your room and also different clothes and accessories for your Pico. The stores in each area have items that are specific to that area.

They are not simply visual changes to where your Pico is hanging out, but they also host different stores that you can shop at. What is nice about traveling around the Pico virtual world is that you can interact differently in each area. Your Pico avatar can visit an area in downtown NYC, the island around the Statue of Liberty, different parts of Central Park, the New York Academy, and more. Each area has a different theme to it, but all of the themes are parts of New York City. These areas are basically chat rooms that have limits on how many users can be in them. He world that your Pico will live in is divided into different areas that you can travel to.

All of the options are aesthetically pleasing and bright. You can customize the hair (both front and back), the face, the makeup, the outfits and the room for your Pico. This isn’t a bad thing though, it’s a vast improvement over YoVille. The customization is very advanced, even though the animations are strictly 2D and cartoonish. Each gamer creates a completely customizable avatar in which they use to interact with other Picos from around the world in a virtual city. Other virtual world games, like YoVille by Zynga, have the same goal as Ameba Pico. The game, by the internet company CyberAgent America, Inc., called Ameba Pico. Ameba Pigg, a popular Japanese social networking game, is finally coming to the U.S.

#Ameba pico virtual world games

[makeupsu]

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BEAUTY, MAKEUP · MAY 18, 2015

Going Nude (Lips!) With NYX Cosmetics best NYX cosmetics nude lipgloss "tres leches"

There’s nothing easier than having a go-to lip product(s) that gives you a natural looking lip, but better.  I am definitely not one to shy away from bright and bold colored lipsticks, but I do have moments where I just want my lips to look like a prettier version of themselves without all the fuss.

NYX Cosmetics is one of those brands that I rely heavily on in my makeup artist kit because their quality is not only spectacular, but their low prices are so budget friendly that I swear I would pay more if I had to.  But I’m glad I don’t.  So as I’m always on the search for that perfect nude colored lip, (I’m never satisfied) I came across images on their NYX Instagram account of lots of girls they regram wearing their Intense Butter Glosses, and I loved every single one of them – from the darkest shade to the lightest.

Naturally after being in awe of every single shade and image, I had to go to the store and pick up one to try out for myself.

how to create a sexy nude lip

Liner : NYX Slim lip liner in “Natural,” $4  //  Gloss :  NYX Intense butter gloss in “Tres Leche,” $6

So in my search for these butter glosses, I also came across a lip liner that seemed like it would be a good fit under my new gloss.  I’m a sucker for layering products always.   I use nude lip liners to fake a fuller mouth by drawing a bit outside of the natural lip line (don’t go crazy though) and drawing stripes down the interior of the lips to create dimension.  Just an easy trick for all of my thin lipped ladies.  Picture tutorial on this trick below.

This gloss and lipliner combo makes me so happy everytime apply it, that it makes me want to wear it with everything!!  And can we talk about the total price for both products together = $10…Boom!!  I find great joy in a beautiful lip product for cheap.  The little things y’all.

Here’s a look at why I’m so obsessed with the way this lip duo looks once applied.

most beautiful nude lip color by NYC Intense Butter Gloss

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Vivian helping mommy apply her lipgloss

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As we all know, neutral nude lips are one of the easiest looks to pull off.  However, a nude lip does not mean naked or nonexistent!  You want a flattering nude lip that doesn’t wash you out or make you tired.  This NYX shade has the perfect amount of rich warm pink to it, ever so slightly, but just enough.

If you are curious, I paired  this lip with two of my favorite MAC shadows – this warm matte brown eyeshadow, “Uninterrupted” (highlighted in this post HERE) along with the gorgeous deep gold one, “Wood Winked.”  And the last two pictures are showing how this lip combo looks in the natural light in my car (pics taken with iPhone) after Vivian decided she wanted to help mommy with her lipstick, as she always does!   Love that this girl loves to paint faces like I do.

My cat eye sunglasses (in grey) are from HenriBendel.com HERE.  Again, another everyday obsession I wear all.the.time.

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Click for more info about Intense Butter Gloss Nyx Cosmetics $5.99  Click for more info about Slim Lip Pencil Nyx Cosmetics $3.49  Click for more info about Belle Cat Eye Sunglasses Henri Bendel $135.00 Even though I have found one of my favorite nude lip shades, I’d love to hear what your favorites are in the comments below!  “Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy lipstick.”

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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: Here is chapter 2 for you! I loved writing and posting the first one, that I just had to get the second chapter out! This has started as a slow burn journey, but there is more interaction in this one. Hopefully you enjoy the growth of the story.

Warnings: None

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CHAPTER 2 -

THERE'S SOMETHING HAPPENING HERE

August 2nd, 2014

You're already a morning person, but it is even easier for you to get up today. There's just an extra excitement. You figure it's probably because you feel way more prepared.

Even Natalie gets up with you. That's new. But you both feel a rush from last night that makes you want to just get going.

This time you pack up completely. Your next stop will be NYC! Today is just an exciting day all around.

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Since a lot of things were already set up, Amelia gives the interns the morning off. You and Natalie meet up with Sarah and Jade to stroll the streets of Toronto. You want to see the Art Gallery of Ontario but are outnumbered and visit the St. Lawrence Market.

It is actually pretty fun! Sarah shares about time at college, her boyfriend back home, and her family trips to Paris. You can see why she gets along well with Natalie.

Jade is a bit more down-to-earth. She shares about being on her high school track team, her broad taste of music, and her mother's boutique clothing store. That's where she acquired her love for fashion and why she jumped at the chance to apply for this internship.

You buy a delicious treat for later and a fun pair of tube socks with the word 'TORONTO' running up the sides.

"Y/N," Natalie laughs, "when are you ever going to wear those?"

You roll your eyes. "Nat, some people like to have a few days of leisure… in sweatpants." You grin.

Jade chimes in with, "if sweatpants were on trend, you'd never see me wear anything else!" And you all laugh.

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You head back to the hotel and indulge in the brownie you purchased at the market. You usually don't eat too many sweets but it looked too good to pass up. It is definitely worth it. You change into another comfortable outfit, but this time, you pick a pair of acid wash jeans and the 'Where We Are' t-shirt you scored yesterday. You have your hair up in a loose ponytail and add just a little bit more makeup than before. It's been a good day, and you're in a good mood, so why not wear a good outfit to match?

It's now 12pm and Natalie is napping on the bed. Even though you don't need to be at Rogers Centre until 1pm today, you head over there to see you can be of any help somehow.

As you enter the dressing room, Amelia is taking some photos of the outfit options for the night. The pieces are pretty much the same as last night, with one or two new items added to each rack. She looks over as you walk through the doorway and looks at her watch.

"Y/N, you're an hour early! Or is my watch wrong?"

"No, no, I wanted to get here early to see if I could be of any use," you say with a reassuring smile.

She gives you an approving nod. "Well, if you want, you can help me organize the racks a little more."

"Sounds great!" You make your way over the Louis' rack where she is pairing a simple black sleeveless shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Did you see the hysteria on Twitter over that shirt Harry wore last night?"

You shake your head and check your phone. Amelia can see your eyes widen. [Good lord, they are drooling over it!]

"Well… He certainly is a rockstar!" You say as you continue to flip through the posts. "I knew it would be a hit but I didn't think it would cause a Twitter meltdown!"

"There is a video of him grabbing his crotch during 'Better Than Words'..." she shakes her head and adds, "that kid… he is something else."

[It's not hard to see why he's so adored]

As Natalie, Sarah, and Jade arrive, Amelia reminds you all that you'll be staying after the concert to help get everything packed up.

The rest of the afternoon is a bit more calm for your team. You walk through the halls to see where you can be of any assistance, and you end up helping the catering crew lay out some food. They ask you if you like smoothies and whip one up with some fruit and spinach for you.

"Y/N!" You hear as you see Niall running up behind you.

"Oh, um, hi. What's up?" You fumble, with a bit of surprise.

He catches up to you and smiles. "You help out the style team, right?"

You shrug. "As an intern, yeah."

"Cool, could you tell Amelia I want to wear that same outfit, with that black vest too? Just figured I'd make it easy and tell ya now."

"Of course. It's a good outfit." You agree.

"Are ya liking all this?"

"Yeah! I'm an intern, so I'm basically just observing and learning, but it's been good so far."

"Well you all help make us look good, so thank ya."

"I guess you could say we are 'what makes you beautiful'…" you joke, not really thinking about how cheesy you're being in front of this mega popstar. As soon as you realize it, you bring your palm up and smack your forehead.

Niall lets out a huge laugh. "Oh my god! That was so good!"

You shake your head, "that was so ridiculous."

"It was really funny." He reassures you. "I think Twitter would agree that you guys made Harry beautiful yesterday!"

You don't know why, but you catch yourself blushing a little.

"Yeah I guess so!" You laugh. "I didn't know the power it truly held when I placed it in the front of the rack! I better be careful."

An inquisitive look forms on his face. "Wait, you organized the outfits?"

You get a little nervous. [Will you get in trouble? That's not really your job yet, you're just an intern]

"Umm… yeah" you stutter. "I just placed pieces in front for you and Harry that I thought would look good."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. We were hanging up the clothes on the racks, and I couldn't help myself."

"Don't be sorry! I obviously liked mine, and the entire fanbase loved Harry's. You did a great job. I should tell him to thank you!" He laughed again.

"You definitely don't need to do that, you both still chose what you wanted to wear. I just love styling, and it's what I'm here to hopefully get to do." You smile.

"I should probably get back to the dressing room so I can let Amelia know about your outfit." You try to hide your embarrassment.

"Okay. Thanks Y/N, and feel free to make us beautiful again tonight."

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You are gathered back in the dressing room with the other girls, off to the side once again to observe the process.

"It'll be interesting to see what they choose for the second concert in the same city," mutters Jade.

The other three are not as giggly this time as Zayn, Liam, and Louis enter the room. Just like last night, they are quick to pick what they want to wear.

They leave and as Niall walks in he takes a second to nod up at you when he reaches his clothes. His choice has already been made, so it goes quickly with him too.

Now, of course, it's time for Harry. Once again, he waves to everyone and asks, "how's it going tonight?" It's more of a rhetorical question but Sarah and Natalie respond, "it's going so good!"

He notices you standing next to them. He looks back to his rack, back to you, and then focuses back on his outfit options.

[Geez, thanks Niall]

Harry grabs a gray button up with white pattern. You look down and smile. You really do like his style. It's not crazy, but it's fun and bold. You don't feel you are that way, but you like to dress that way too. But he just owns every part of it.

You look up and see that he has the shirt on and is ever so slightly looking at you through the mirror. At least… you think he is.

[Nah, he's not looking at you, there's literally no reason why he would be]

He smiles, grabs an army green head scarf, and is out the door.

~~~~~

Just like the night before, the crowd is wild and the show is amazing. Even as you watch it through the TV, everyone in the common room feels the energy.

Since you will be staying back afterwards, you remain in the common room and watch the concert all the way through. Everyone is standing around chatting and all of a sudden the boys run in. All five of them quickly say a big, collective thank you to everyone, expressing how they couldn't have done it without everyone's help behind-the-scenes.

You are pleasantly taken back by the gratitude and humility they just showed.

They disappear and you make your way back to the dressing room. You walk in and are surprised to find all five guys grabbing sweaters and hats and chatting with Amelia.

"Y/N! Come meet the guys!" She states.

You're not necessarily starstruck, but you're just so awkward and you don't really know how to react. Every encounter you've had with Niall and Harry so far has felt weird. Or maybe it's just that you make it weird.

"Oh Y/N? We're best friends already," Niall jokes.

Amelia laughs and looks over at you. "So, do I even need to ask about the others?"

You shake Louis, Liam, and Zayn's hands. They each say hello and ask how you're doing.

You shake Harry's hand last and he smiles as he opens his mouth to say, "hey, warn me next time you pull a hysteria-inducing outfit, m'kay?"

Your eyes widen and you can feel your cheeks becoming bright red. You snap your head over to Niall and he jokingly avoids your gaze. Harry's smile gets bigger and he looks at Amelia, raising his eyebrows.

Amelia looks puzzled.

"She put the black sheer shirt at the front of my rack yesterday. So she basically caused that Twitter meltdown!" Harry states as he jokingly points at you.

Your mouth is wide open. You don't know whether to laugh or run. [What the hell is happening right now?]

Amelia laughs so hard she has to bend over, holding her stomach. "I should've warned you that this job comes with certain powers, you need to know when you use them." She pauses, looks at Harry, then looks back at you. "And you used them wisely, my young apprentice."

Everyone laughs, including you. [Okay, this isn't so weird now]

Harry nudges your arm and mumbles, "thank you, Sunshine."

You feel your cheeks start to heat up again and try to hold back from instinctively biting your bottom lip, managing to respond, "anytime."

Natalie, Sarah, and Jade suddenly walk in, big smiles taking over their faces instantly.

They introduce themselves to the boys, expressing how much they loved the show, and gushing over them. The guys grab their things, give quick goodbyes, and head out. Niall turns around in the doorway and exclaims, "you beautiful people make us beautiful people!", winking at you and walking away.

Harry comes up and nudges your arm once more, leaving you with, "thanks again, Sunshine. See ya later."

You spend the rest of the night organizing and packing everything away. The other three girls keep asking if the guys talked to you, what they said, and why Niall winked at you.

As soon as you get to your hotel room, you use a makeup wipe on your face and then plop straight down onto the bed. Tomorrow you are leaving for New York City. [Yay… more flying…]

~~~~~

August 3rd, 2014

The flight from Toronto to NYC was early and quick, which you are absolutely grateful for.

Since you arrived at your hotel early enough, you throw down your bags and head out to see the sights! Jade comes with you. All four of you styling interns are rooming together now, and it's nice to have her joining your little adventure.

You both decide to visit the Cooper Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum. It is such a beautiful place- filled with textiles, paintings, pottery, artwork, etc. It's mesmerizing. You are enjoying the experience and the company when you see that you've been there long enough and need to get back to the hotel to change.

The two of you change, leaving Natalie and Sarah while they eat some lunch in the room, and make your way over to MetLife Stadium in New Jersey.

Today's setup for the guys is a little different this time. Niall, Louis, and Liam will be in one dressing room, while Harry and Zayn will be together in another. They are right across the hall from each other though, so there won't be too much running in between them.

Amelia hears from Caroline Watson that the guys will be casual this round, basically t-shirts and jeans. Makes your job easier, but also a little less fun. All the options are black and white, so you are just making sure that they don't match too much.

Amelia already appreciates the help that the four of you have provided already. Even though you are interns and are primarily there to observe, she recognizes the skills you all have. So you coordinate with the other girls to pull outfits that will compliment each other despite the neutral color palette.

Zayn and Harry basically match in all black, besides the signature head scarf of course. Louis, Liam, and Niall are adorned in white tops- Liam with white shorts, and Niall wearing a black cut-off to separate the looks. [He seems to like those]

Once again, the energy in the arena is unmatched (for now) and everything goes smoothly similar to the last concerts.

The concert the next day is the same. Louis' girlfriend is in town, and she joins him in the dressing room, which is the only difference.

It is only the second round of concerts you've participated in, but you are delighted in the experiences you've already had. You enjoy the routine you are promptly becoming familiar with. You don't feel like much can shake you.

~~~~~

August 10th, 2014

The past week has been quite an experience. There were shows in New York City, New Jersey, and Boston. You had a few days off in between and got to go sightseeing with the girls. Dana even joined you all, which you really liked.

You, Natalie, Sarah, and Jade are getting into the One Direction touring routine a bit more. Sarah and Jade have been helping Amelia with the station set-up, while you and Natalie focus on hanging up the outfits.

Amelia still finds humor in what the guys said about their outfits in Toronto, so she has put you 'in charge' of Niall's and Harry's racks. She occasionally mutters to you to, "pull any pieces that inspire some mild mayhem" while walking away chuckling.

At least this internship is not lacking in the fun department.

You are now in Washington D.C. There is only one show here, tomorrow, so you head to the venue a little early this morning.

Amelia is not surprised as you arrive before the others. She doesn't mind that they come on time, but she appreciates your motivation to get started.

As you are getting Niall's rack set up, you hear a knock on the door. It is none other than Harry Styles. You are more comfortable seeing and being around the guys now. They give high fives in passing, Liam always asking "how's it going darling?", and Niall constantly making some silly comments. He's probably the one you are closest to at the moment. He's so friendly and easy-going. So seeing Harry standing there doesn't phase you too much. but he is the one who has been the least interactive, besides a smile and quick wave.

Amelia waves him in but he walks right up to you. He smiles, "hey... umm... Y/N, is it okay if I check out my outfit options for tomorrow?"

"Sure!" You reply. "Is there something different you want?"

"I just want to wear something now… that's not a plain t-shirt."

"Craving some color are you?" You joke.

"He smiles. You got it. You know me well."

You instantly start to blush. "Let's see what we can do."

Both walking to his rack of clothes, you realize you haven't set it up yet. "Damn it, can you give me a few? It's not ready yet."

He shrugs. "I can help you with it."

You turn to look at Amelia, but she is nowhere to be seen.

Without hesitation, he starts to put the rack together, as you grab some articles of clothing.

"So…" he starts to utter, "umm... are you liking this whole thing?"

"Oh yeah! It's already been so enjoyable." You reply.

"Good." He answers, then falls silent.

You break it up. "It's a distinct experience, that's for sure. I didn't think I'd be doing something quite like this."

"Why's that?"

"I mean, I went to school for fashion. I want to be a stylist. But working as an intern for the world's biggest boy band never even crossed my mind until Heather suggested we apply." You explain.

"Makes sense. I didn't think I'd be here either" he chuckles.

You can't help but giggle, and you feel the blushing exposing itself again.

"It's awesome what you get to do though. Travelling around the world and singing to packed stadiums… that's pretty spectacular!" You point out.

"Definitely. Definitely. I'm grateful for what I have now." He pauses. "The only thing I would change would be to see a bit more of the cities we perform in."

"You don't get to see anything?" You question.

"We do. We get to see some places. It's more so quick sightseeing trips to, like, monuments and stuff. Not really free to walk around and take our time wandering around. Like in a museum or something." He explains.

"I got to see an awesome museum in NYC." You proclaim, not considering you may be gloating a bit. You look away and continue to hang clothes.

You can ever so slightly notice that his eyes, which have been focused on you the entire conversation, somehow become more intense. "Oh yeah? Tell me about it."

"It was the Cooper Hewitt Design Museum. It contains all forms of art and design. It's really intriguing." You smile as you answer.

"Wow, that does sound interesting." For the first time, he looks down. "I want to see it sometime."

"You have a glamorous life Harry. Revel in those moments. But I hope you can sneak out sometime to find some additional beauty in the normal world."

His eyebrows are now raised in a slightly stunned expression, and then displays a wide grin. "Find what makes the world beautiful, right?" You nod and then his face turns mischievous.

"Speaking of making things beautiful… what shirt would you pull for me tomorrow?"

You look down, pressing your thumb and index at the bridge of your nose. "Oh geez."

You look up at all the clothes you added to the rack. You only take a few seconds to glance at the options, when you choose a black button up shirt that adorns a white pattern. You can't decide if it looks like some type of flower, or a man walking under a tree, but either way it looks good.

"This definitely radiates some 'rockstar' vibes." You say as you stick out your tongue a little, holding it up to his chest.

"Twitter-melting rockstar vibes?" He grins.

"Not as much as that black sheer beauty, but it'll definitely stand out." You confidently state, placing it to the front of the rack.

"That's good enough." He chuckles. "You're good at this."

"Thank you. I'm trying. It's what I love to do, and why I'm here, so I guess that's the goal, right?"

He nods. "Seems like you've got it down already."

He checks his phone. "Damn, I've gotta go, but I'm glad you usually come in early, so I could do this today instead of tomorrow."

"Anytime. Have a good one." You smile.

He sort of awkwardly reaches out for a hug, which you instinctively step into.

He smiles and stands there for just a second longer than normal. He lets out a quick puff of a sigh and utters, "thanks again, Sunshine."

Just as he heads towards the door, Amelia walks in with the other girls.

"Bye ladies. Looking forward to tomorrow."

Natalie, Sarah, and Jade return his statement with the biggest smiles on their faces and once he is gone, all four of them snap their heads to you.

You shrug. "What?"

"You're hanging out with Harry freaking Styles and just have a 'what' to say?" Natalie exclaims.

"He just stopped by to pick out a shirt early. He just happened to catch me at the right time."

Amelia gives an uncomfortable expression.

You abruptly change the subject. "What else needs to be done today?"

~~~~~

Amelia has you all set up the rest of the racks, the accessories, and the other extra details. You excuse yourself to go and grab some water, when Amelia comes up behind you.

"Y/N, sweetie, I don't want to make things awkward, but I just need to point something out."

You look confused, and maybe just a little worried that you're doing something wrong.

She continues. "Umm… it's just that Harry didn't need to come in that early today. He's not scheduled to come in until later in the afternoon. I'm speculating here, but it sort of seems like he may have come in so that he could pick out the shirt with you. Everyone knows you get here early. I brag about it." She winks.

You only manage to muster up, "oh?"

"It's fine. It's good to have a good relationship with the boys. Just… be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"He is very charming, and kind." She explains. "He's not a womanizer like they say, but he is a famous superstar, and this is your job." She pauses then adds, "I just wouldn't get involved with anything."

You really try not to blush or think about 'being involved' with Harry Styles. [It's not like that's even a possibility anyway]

"Oh, no! I'm sorry! That's not what it is. I was just helping him with an outfit, and we chatted while we worked. That's all."

"It's all good sweetie. Just be careful."

You blush again, but this time out of complete embarrassment.

She is walking away when she stops and looks back over her shoulder to say, "I probably shouldn't say this at all, but for what it's worth, and from the little I know about you, it would be a good match."

[That's just… no… that's crazy. Like she said, he's a famous superstar and you are just an intern. You're just Y/N]

~~~~~

August 11th, 2014 - Concert Day

Throughout the rest of the previous day, that night, and the next morning, you are the most distracted you've ever been. You're still performing your job as well as usual, but your mind keeps wandering back to that interaction.

[Why did he come early? Was he really trying to chat with you? No, Amelia was mistaken and you're making things up in your head. You're a nobody. You'll just embarrass yourself and you do not want to jeopardize your internship]

You finish your tasks in the dressing room and ask Amelia if you can go help with merch or something. You meet up with the merch manager Jacob, who is more than happy to accept your assistance and puts you with Dana.

She tries to chat about the little adventures she's had on her days off, and this cute sound intern who bought her a coffee in NYC. You listen intently and it seems to set your mind back to its proper, focused state.

It's getting closer to dressing time so you finish up helping Dana and make your way back. You squeeze in right next to Natalie. She looks at you, concerned.

"Y/N/N, are you okay sweetie?"

"What? Yeah! Of course!" You exclaim, trying to look as normal as possible.

She doesn't believe you. She knows you too well, but she doesn't push it either. Not now.

When Harry comes in, you straighten up to look as professional as possible. That's not too hard since the others still get a bit giggly over him. But you are not about to embarrass yourself by blushing at anything he says or does.

He changes into his outfit and everyone is agreeing it is a good choice. His gaze shifts slightly over to you and he gives you a little wink. You quickly avert your eyes downward but can just barely make out the expression on his face. He has a faint, embarrassed expression.

He grabs his head scarf and Chelsea boots, and makes a rapid exit, trying one last time to covertly meet your gaze before he heads out the door.

Natalie picks up on it. But you don't acknowledge her prying eyes.

You don't like this. You don't like feeling uneasy, especially in a professional setting. You're good at what you do and you can't afford to let a purely professional interac cause you to have any ludicrous assumptions.

[You are an intern, this is your job]

So you stay behind in the dressing room while the concert is playing. You organize and pack up as much as you can, since it's off to Philadelphia next. But you escape to the bathroom as soon as the concert ends. You don't want any more run-ins. Not tonight, not until your head is straight again.

After the commotion in the hallways dies down, you head back, slowly, to the dressing rooms. All clear. Amelia is impressed with how much you accomplished and sends you back to the hotel. You don't want to leave everything else for the other three, but she insists, and you are grateful for the time you'll have to yourself.

You just need a shower and a good night's sleep. But just as you start to fall asleep, your thoughts betray you and you remember what Amelia said.

["For what it's worth… it would be a good match"]

~~~~~

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[hwrryscherry]

The one with the New Year’s Eve

characters: HARRYxMODEL Y/N

blurb: It’s Dec 31st, 2020 and this is the first time since they started dating that Harry and Model Y/n won’t be traveling for New Year’s Eve but an outing to the Rockfeller Center may be all they needed.

word count: 4.6K

author’s note: HI GUYS!!!! So first of all I wanna say MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone🥳🥳 I know I've been MIA BUT I had a major writer's block and it felt so bad and I couldn't finish this blurb even though I was trying so hard. Anyway, here it is and I hope you like it as much as I do. I also want to say that the reason why I closed my requests it's because we're starting a new year and I want to release all of my requests before receiving new ones. I'm excited for 2021 and I hope it brings all the peace that 2020 didn't. And I'm also very excited to see where 2021 will take Harry and Model Y/N's relationship🥰 Anyway, Happy New Year everyone, I'm so grateful for the support I've been receiving about my writing. I see all of you and I appreciate all of you. THANK YOU!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️

— Can I wear this? — You’d ask looking at Harry while holding one of his dress shirts that was light bluely, with some navy blue strands in it up in the air showing it to him. It's an old shirt, though. You remember buying it for Harry in your first year of dating and you also remember probably wearing it more than Harry himself.

   Harry was sitting by the couch on the living room of your NYC apartment. After spending such a magical time with your families in the French Alps, you both decided that spending christmas with your family was more of a priority than going on your annual new year's trip and that's the reason why you and Harry decided to come back to the USA and after being in LA for so long, New York just felt like the perfect choice. You like Los Angeles, but New York hit different. You loved everything about NY, and you loved the memories and story you created to yourself in NY and that's why you'd choose NY over LA without thinking twice.

   Anyway, Harry was in the couch using his personal phone what made you assume that he's probably talking to his mom or Gemma because it's already 2021 in London and Cheshire, and unlike him, you had already sent Gemma and Anne a text earlier today because they knew that you took hours to get ready even though you're not even preparing to be "glamurous".

   Harry had his pink velvet pants on and a white shirt over it, and only complementing with his vans. Not the old "white" one with the pink shoelaces that he wore everywhere, including in the Vogue cover. Tonight he was wearing the good traditional vans. That one, that is black and have the Vans icon in white. And you couldn't smell from the spot you were but you could assure yourself that he was smelling like heaven, as he always does with his perfect hair that has just been washed, his freshly shaved beard and his nails, that even though wasn't painted by a professional, you can be proud of your job and honestly, so could Harry, because he really loved that you did his nails for him and even matched with yours. Otherwise, you were using a black baggy jeans and a bra because as always, you were procrastinating for too much time and had to get ready when Harry was already ready. A typical night out for both of you.

   Harry lifted his head to analyze your figure in front of him and the cloth piece you had in your hands as he listened to your voice and question directed at him.

— Sure! — He answered your question getting his attention back to his phone right after speaking. You sighed and calmly walked towards the man on the couch and sit besides him what brought his attention to you. You rested your right hand upon his thigh and then rested your chin on his right shoulder and stared at the boys captivating green eyes.

— You're alright? — You asked with a low voice tone giving the boy a tender smile. Harry looked kinda sad, not sad, he seemed a bit down and whenever you noticed he looked like this you would usually get worried about him because you just care and love him so much that you never want to see him in anyway but happy.

— Yeah, I am! — Harry said, but it sounded more like a whisper or a murmur and you kept your gaze at him waiting for him to tell the truth and he sighed letting out a chuckle. Sometimes he'd just forget about how great you knew him. He'd look to his feet upon the grey carpet of your living room and then back at your face on his shoulder — Just feel bad, ye' know? If we were in other circumstances we'd be with our friends or family having the most fun in some place around the world — He'd tell you as he widens his eyes a little and you felt his muscles tense under your hands — It's not that I won't have fun just with you, love —  He'd now complement making you let out a small chuckle at his words because of course you understood exactly what he was saying even though you didn't say anything yet — It's just different, like, there won't be having any shows by the Times Square and all that stuff and I wanted it to be fun for you.

— So...you're worried about me not having fun tonight? — You'd ask him with an ironic tone and raised eyebrows lifting your chin from his shoulder and staring at his face. Your mocking expression and tone was based on the irony f the situation because earlier today you were talking to him about how most of the times that you were together you just felt like you could be stuck in a room with him forever and it would be the funniest thing you've ever done.

— Kinda! — He'd murmur deflecting his gaze from yours until he listened to you let out a giggle which made him look immediately at you as he tried to understand why you were laughing and if you were mocking at him for being that worried about something very silly.

— Harry...how could you even think that? I’ll always have fun with you! — You'd say lively with a smile on your lips and then take a deep breath while you finished forming the words you were about to say in your mind — It's been such a long and hard year and we had some amazing moments and some really bad moments but we're here. We're alive, we're healthy and most of all, we're here together and believe me, even if the world ends by the time that clock turns midnight, there's no other person I'd rather spend the end of the world with — You'd say making a little fun of the "end of the world" conspiracy that you've read previously on that same day and couldn't help giggling with Harry as you'd hear that same angelic sound coming from his mouth. You'd take your hand that was upon his thigh and grab his hand taking it to your lips giving a slight kiss to it feeling the cold metals of his rings against your cheeks and then you gave him a tender smile — Don't worry about it, it'll be great! It will be more than great, it'll be exquisite!

— Alright, alright! — Harry'd say with the cutest smile on his face. That type of smile that you could feel his happiness through it. Now he took your hand to his lips and gave a peck in it — You should finish getting ready though, weren't you the one that was dying for pizza and burgers? — Harry’d tell you mocking at the fact that you've been talking about wanting to eat pizza and burgers from NYC for the past three days in a row and how annoying you were being about it. And with his comment you'd fastly stand up with the shirt in your hands and look at him with a cheeky smile in your face.

— I'll go, I'm sorry for being the best girlfriend in the world and use my time to comfort you! — You'd say ironically as you walked back to the bedroom listening Harry's laugh and a "You're forgiven" being loudly said by your boyfriend.

— By the way, I don't think you should go out only with that shirt because it’s freezing outside! — Harry said on a loud tone from the living room and you'd look up to the big glass window in your bedroom and realizes that he was right. It was probably 32 °F outside and only this shirt wouldn't make you warm enough, so you'd walk to the closet placed in your bedroom and take a dark grey long sleeve blouse and dress up before complementing with Harry's dress shirt and taking out of the closet your brand new leather jacket that you gained from Gemma on christmas day, remembering how perfect it was becase Gemma knows you well enough to know that you'd love it when she bought it. And lastly, you put on shoes that looks more like boots. And finally, with your jacket and your bag in your hand you walked into the living room after turning off the bedroom light.

   You were completely ready when you'd step in the living room with your phone in your hand getting all the attention from Harry that immidietely stoped using his phone to admire you. One of the things that Harry most loved in you is that you don't need to put on the most glamurous outfit or makeup to look stunning and you knew that. You knew that you were beautiful in your own way and if you felt like glamming up, you'd be gorgeous and if you didn't feel like it, you'd still be gorgeous. Harry admired your tomboy styled outfit. He'd admire how your hair fell upon your face as you finished typing on your phone and how you'd use your hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear, giving to him the vision of your gold earrings that was also a previous birthday gift from him. He'd admire the fact that both of your nails were painted the same color because you only had one good nail polish to use so you'd go out matching nails color. He'd admire how the delicate golden rings on your fingers would sparkle because of the light in the room and he'd notice too how your face looked pretty with the small amount of makeup you had putten on your face for the night and he could only imagine how great you smelled now with the one perfume you use since the day he met you and he'd remember how much he loves that scent. He loved everything about you. He loved even the small things about you that stressed the shit out of him. He learned to love your annoying habits just as much as he loved the precious little things about you.

   Harry would stand up from the couch putting his phone on the inner pocket of his black coat as he walked towards your distracted self on the phone. You'd only notice him when he'd stop right beside you looking at your figure. You'd stop looking at the screen of your phone and lift your head up a bit to see the man's smiley face beside you. He was silent and it seemed awkward so you'd let out a chuckle and frown a little at him.

— What are you doing? — You'd ask him holding a mistrusting look on your face as you waited for him to pronouce anything as a response.

— I just think that you look really pretty and I love you! And your hair looks really pretty, though — Harry would say quietly with a tender smile on his face as he listened you murmur a "aw, thank you, love!" with the biggest smile on your lips. He knew how much you loved when he compliments your hair so he'd do it often just to make you smile this big. He'd use his hands to cup your face and lean in a little to give you a peck in the lips — Let's get going! Where do you want to go first?

— Honestly, I wish we went to The Greens at Pier 17 because it looked really cute this year in the pics I saw — You'd tell him as both of you walked towards the door and left the apartment walking to the elevator as you both put on your masks. Your apartment was situated in East Village so depending on the place you'd choose to go, it would take you a while to get there and that's the reason why neither of you had enough patience to drive in NYC, specially on a night like this one because the traffic in New York can be considerated out of this world.

— Isn't it open? — Harry would ask pressing the elevator button to take you to the lobby of the building and feel as the elevator started to go down with both of you in it.

— No, it was between 6 and 10pm, I guess! — You said pressing your back agaisnt the elevator wall as you felt it going down. It's crazy, but whenever you enter a elevator you think about what would happen if it starts collapsing, yes, it's weird — But all I want is to eat a pizza from East Village Pizza because I haven't eaten it in ages — You'd complement letting out a chuckle feeling the elevator stops at the lobby floor.

— Alright, we can go eat pizza and just hang out! Will you be meeting Bella? — Harry said as the elevator door opened giving both of you the iluminated vision of the streets lights coming through the big glasses in the front of the building. You and Harry walked past the porter and both of you smile at him and waved before leaving. You both are very familiar to Toby, the porter of your building and that's the reason why you'd wish him a Happy New Year before leaving, and you also have lived in this building in the past 5 years probably.

— No, she’ll spend it with her family. They’ll all spend it together because of the baby, I guess — You'd answer him feeling the freezing air run through the skin of your face at the moment you'd step in the street. You'd notice the wet floor underneath you because it rained the entire morning and the beginning of the afternoon, there was no resting sign of the snow that happened some days ago but you could definetly still notice the past rain, specially because of all the christmas lights that iluminated the streets now.

   You and Harry walked your way to the East Village Pizza because it was really close to your house which at this moment seems amazing but it's not. It takes you a lot of control to not dine their pizza everyday though. Pizza it's pizza, if you don't like pizza you can't even be consideraded a human being, just saying.

   You and Harry could notice the few people leaving their houses as you walked, and some of them were already by the streets though. The thing is that the big New Year's Eve attraction in New York is the Ball Drop in Times Square and this year is not allowed to have a crowd in there so the streets wasn't completely crowed and honestly that made you feel a little better. It's just that paranoic feeling that when you're around a lot of people you start thinking that one of them is infected, probably everyone during this pandemic had felt like this at some point.

By the moment you and Harry arrived at the pizzeria and ordered your slices of pizza Harry couldn't hold back his laughs at your liveliness that you also couldn't hold back for finally eating your pizza. The place wasn't as crowed as it used to be at this time of the night and that's why you and Harry could take a sit in one of their empty tables. You and him would talk about silly things. You both would talk about the ending of Gossip Girl that you had just watched this afternoon because it was shocking to both of you. You'd talk about the songs you just added at your playlist and you'd talk about what you wanted to do tomorrow on the first day of the year.

— I don't accept any other plan that you can make but if it's to stay cuddling in bed with me all day, love — Harry would say and you'd giggle at his words. He had a point though, because you couldn't imagine anything better to do tomorrow than stay cuddled up in bed under the heavy blankets with him all day long; maybe watching a movie or starting a new tv show together as you just finished gossip girl, you'd probably starts Bridgerton because you have already read the books and you loved it. And then take as many naps as you wanted. It sounded perfect and he knew you just couldn't resist to it.

   It didn't take too much for both of you to eat your pizza slices and as you ate it, Harry would take tons of photos from you all smiley eating your pizza while dancing to a random song that was playing in the background of the pizzeria. Harry loved to take random pics of you and he'd do it everytime he had a chance, which was quite often. But he did it because this way, whenever he was away and his heart ached missing you, he could go on his gallery and see all the random pics he has from you and in some way feel closer to his girl and god, so did you. Even though none of you shared the millions of photos you'd have of each other's in your phones, it felt so good to have them with you whenever you needed it to make your hearts warmer.

                                        ...

— Alright but, do you think that Brad and Angelina slept together before or after he and Jen "broke up"? — You'd randomly ask Harry as you both left the cab that was taking both of you to the Rockefeller Center because a walk from East Village to Rockefeller Center would be a hell of a walk. You both felt the christmas lights on your faces and your eyes were glowing because of them and you couldn't think of a prettier thing in this moment. It wasn't your plan to celebrate the New Year's Eve in New York and actually, the last time you've celebrated it in this city was about four years about before you even met Harry. And honestly, it just feel really cool to go ice skating in Rockfeller Center and then later go dinner somewhere and starts 2021 with a person that you really loved and appreciate on a city that you really loved, and maybe this wasn't what you planned but it was what you needed.

— They definetely were! — Harry said almost immidietely making you let out a loud laugh over his comment. You love when Harry gets into his gossiping mode, it's probably the best thing ever. He doesn't do it much when he's sober, but when he's drunk he'd just say everything you ask him and that's usually really funny, expect for sometimes when he'd tell things that are supposed to be a secret — Just look at their movie together. You could see the sexual tension and no one will convice me otherwise!

— I know but he had a sexual tension with all his co-stars! Don't you remember Legends of the fall? He had a sexual tension with his brother's fiancé that later marries his other brother — You'd argue back to him as making your point. You and Harry are definetely the "Netflix & Chill" type of couple, and as in quarantine you stayed home, you and Harry watched tons of movies on netflix and you'd always take your time to discuss them pretty often. Movies, music and books are the things that fullfill both of your souls the most and that's the reason why you'd often get caught up on discussing the things you've saw.

— It wasn't sexual tension, it was chemistry. It's different, love! — Harry'd argue back throwing his arm upon your shoulders as you both walked closer to the small line of people that were waiting to go ice skating. And you'd stop walking as realizing that you and him just arrived at the right spot and as you waited on the line of the ice skating, you had your back pressed on Harry's chest as he hugged you from behind to take the cold away as you talked. It was a nice time where you could just catch up about your thoughts while admiring the christmas lights and the people on the rink, and if you must confess, laugh a little about the people that couldn't ice skate. Harry told you about his plans to release the Treat People with Kindness music video tomorrow and talked about working with Phoebe Waller-Bridge and had to deal with your drama about not meeting her for what it seems like the millionth time, but you did make it pretty clear to him that you were so excited about the video because you haven't watched it yet because you wanted it to be a new year's surprise to you. You told him about how you missed walking the runaway and everything you want to do in 2021 in your professional career and also personal life, like the books and movies you wanted to read and watch and the places you wanted to visit.

   Anyway, it didn't take you long to get on the ice skating rink, and it also didn't take you more than two minutes to start regretting it. You were clearly not the best skater in the world. You weren't even 50% good; reasonable, would be the right term. And so, when you didn’t have the ability to move gracefully and lightly across the ice, and instead had to skate by holding on to the bars or Harry's arm and then after, having Harry insisting on trying to let you skate alone and then having you to crash into on the floor, Harry couldn't help but laugh. The boy laughed so hard, in a way where he couldn't even breathe properly from laughing so much, and you couldn't contain your own laughs either. Of course, Harry helped you up and then asked you a thousand times if you were okay and you hadn't been hurt, but the scene was just too fun at the moment not to laugh and you'd admit it.

   At around 11:20 pm, you both retired from the skating rink as your time was up and then, you walked away from the short line to the ice skating rink getting a little far away from the line. You used your right hand to move some strands of hair from your face as Harry carefully looked at you.

— You're sure you're alright? — Harry asked one last time making you glare at him with an annoyed look at your face becase he had already asked this about forty times now. He'd shrug his shoulders and put his hands inside the pockets of his black coat — Alright, you're fine.

— I am, love! — You said wrapping your arms around yourself while moving your head to look around you before getting your gaze to focus on Harry's face again — Should we go to a restaurant? Because it's almost midnight! — You asked Harry that looked the time as he took his phone off his pocket to see that the clock indicated the time to be 11:25 pm.

— Yeah let's go! And it's cold here! — He'd say wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you both started to walk again. The things is that near Rockefeller Center, there was plenty of cool and great restaurants that of course you had no idea if they were or not open but it didn't cost you to go check and that's why you'd walk around it to see — Oh, let's go to Bill's Bar and Burger. I want nachos and fries so bad — Harry would say as he stopped walking abruptly in front of the restaurant making you to gaze at the place and then at him.

— Oh my god, yes! — You'd nod at him as you both walked inside the place. You've been in it before and the menu was spectacular, the burgers were so amazing and the place was really cool, though. It had a dark wooden floor and tables and big glass windows that gave you the perfect vision from outside and at the moment you both entered the space you noticed that it wasn't extremely crowed but it had a few people. The televisions in the walls transmitted the Times Square New Year's Eve performances and you sat at the table in the corner of the wall with a padded accent.

You'd take a look at the menu and order. Harry'd order a alcoholic beverage, unlike you that'd go with a coke because if your boyfriend went wasted you needed to take him home and take a 6'0 foot taller man home after few drinks can be quite hard. You'd order fries and nachos for Harry because he just eats fish now and then orders a chicken burger for you and then some milkshakes because you were going to eat all that you wanted as it was the last day of the year.

While your orders were being prepared, you and Harry talked about the christmas trip with your families and how funny it was. You'd talk about how the hell could you both forget about the christmas presents and how thank god you could find good new presents in the last minute. Harry would probably tell you about a life story of his starting by "in my epoch" sounding like he was forty years older than you because he knows that this pissed you off. He's three years older. It's not like it's a lifetime. But you'd find fun on his stories, just like he does to yours because even though you're younger than him, you both came from different sides of the world. From completely different families and cultures and it's so cool to share your experiences with each other. With the time, you and Harry learned that everyone had something to add in your life. Something about art, or about bad feelings or good feelings. Something about love, about friendship and jobs and opportunities. You both would reflect about how you just find things and people in life that makes you whole. You grow older and start noticing what really matters. You and Harry always travel on New Year and this year you didn't and being there, on a bar in New York just with each other having the most fun as you shared your stories, made you realize that it's not about the trip or the journey. It's about the person you have on your side as you doing those things. It's about having someone that you love at your side to share the good and the bad and after a hard year, you're lucky for having each other and getting out of it stronger than ever.

When the countdown started, everyone in the bar starting to count as well. You used your phone to record both you and Harry as you both counted. The camera caught the big smile perfectly that you and Harry had on your faces, and it actually caught the cheese from the french fries that Harry was previously eating right in the corner of his mouth but we don't have to focus on this part just yet. When the clock turned midnight, the entire bar screamed happily and you and Harry turned to each other with the happiest smiles ever, hugging each other sharing the "Happy New Year" and then sharing your first kiss of 2021, just as you both did three years ago when the clock turned midnight entering 2018 and you both shared the first kiss of your life. You've been kissing since then.

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could u maybe write something ab harry and the reader reuniting after taking a break for a while 🥺 just something a lil angsty and fluffy

a/n: oh wow, I’ve actually been wanting to write something about this for a little bit, let’s see what I can whip up! Less angst in this than I thought, but super fluffy. Hope you liked it! This is an au, so ya boy’s not famous. 

New York to London

It wasn’t easy, but you both decided to take some time apart. You both just graduated from college, and you needed to figure out what you were doing for jobs. If you needed to move somewhere for work, neither of you wanted to hold the other back. You were in love, but you were still so young. If it was meant to be, it would happen, right? 

You ended up in New York. You loved clothes and fashion. Were a marketing major with a minor in art. You found yourself living in a cozy apartment on the upper east side, working remotely for a clothing app. You got to design and select outfits for people. It was sort of like Stitch Fix. Working from home allowed you to fill up your sketch books with design ideas of your own. Sometimes you would go out and work from the local coffee shop, just to have a change of scenery, of course making sure to buy coffee and food in exchange for the free wifi. 

You and Harry agreed not to really talk, or fill each other in what you were doing. Neither of you wanted to fall into the “please, just come move here with me” trap. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, or if he had decided to go back to London altogether. You missed him, and it was a good relationship, but it had definitely run its course. You were with him for two years, you did a lot of growing up together, but you were never certain if he was the man of future. 

Six months into your job, you had started making friends in the city. You found time to go out and enjoy the night life when you could. You had even gone on a few dates here and there, a couple of one night stands when you were sick of using your own devices to get off. Things a lot of young, twenty-somethings did. One day, out of the blue, you got a text from your ex-boyfriend. 

Harry: hi love, is it okay if I still call you that? lol...anyways, I’m in NYC for a few days...work thing...would love to see you if you’re up for it...xx

You take a deep breath when you see the text. You hate the way it makes your heart flutter. You ended up dating Harry in the first place because he always had this way of making you nervous, but in a good way. You always had butterflies around him, and you always found it hard to say no. You were genuinely curious to see how he was doing, and what exactly he did for work, so after waiting precisely twenty minutes, you decide to text him back. 

You: hey! course it’s okay ;p I’d love to catch up! dinner and a drink sound good? 

Harry: sounds great, name the time and place

You and Harry decide to meet up at a restaurant near his hotel that Friday night. You didn’t want to go to some tourist trap, but you knew of a nice place near where he was staying. You made sure to look your best, maybe remind him a bit of what he was missing. You knew he’d do the same. You put on your best little black dress, put your hair up into a sleek high pony, and put on some makeup. You grabbed a pair of red pumps for a pop of color, and into your uber you went. 

It was a nice, spring evening. It was getting warmer out, so you only needed a light jacket along with your dress. You wait in the lobby of the restaurant for him. 

“Y/N?” 

You’d know the sound of his voice anywhere. You turn around and smile. He was almost shocked, you had never looked better. He looked nice. Blue pair of slacks, white button up with the first few undone, and a salmon pink sport coat. Classic Harry. 

“Hi!” 

You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“You look great.” He says, blushing slightly. 

“Thanks, so do you. I put a reservation in for us online. Wanna see if the table’s ready?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” 

He puts his hands in his pockets and follows you up to the hostess. She checks you both in and leads you to your table a few minutes later. 

“Come here a lot?” He asks as he sits down.

“Sometimes. Been here with some friends.” 

You take your jacket off and hang it on the back of your chair. He gets a really good eye full of you. He smiles when he sees you wearing the necklace he had gotten you for your last birthday. 

“So, you’re in the city for work?”

“Yup, I’m an admissions counselor for a small school up in New Hampshire. I got hired to do a lot of the traveling, so I’m rarely on campus.” 

“Oh, that’s cool. Where else do you travel to?”

“Mostly the state of New York and Massachusetts.” 

“What made you-”

“Hi folks, I’m Max, I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start either of you off with a drink?” 

“I’d love a glass of pinot noir please.” You smile.

“Just a Corona for me, thanks.”

“Excellent, I’ll be back in a few minutes with those.” He smiles and walks away.

“Anyways, what made you want to become an admissions counselor?”

“I get to travel with all expenses paid. I really had no idea what I wanted to do after I graduated, so this gives me more time to figure it out. I can explore the various places I go to. S’not like I’m tied down, right?” He jokes.

“Right.” 

He clears his throat.

“So, it seems like the city’s treating you well.” 

“Very well!” You chuckle. “I love it so much. I get to work remotely too, so no one really bothers me, which is great. I’m able to work on my sketches in my down time.”

“Yeah, you’re working for like a clothing subscription service?”

“Mhm, it’s awesome. I love getting to know my clients and all that.” 

“You seem happy.”

“I am. I feel really independent.” 

The waiter comes back over with your drinks. You end up ordering a salad with some grilled shrimp, while Harry opts for a veggie burger. You clink your glasses together.

“So, it’s okay that I texted right?” 

“Of course! I think I’d be a little upset if I knew you were so close by and didn’t even think to say hi.”

“I’ve wanted to reach out for a while, but...I know you said you wanted some space.”

“Well, we both agreed on that.” 

“I guess.” He shrugs. 

“Did we not?” 

“No, we did. I guess all I mean is...I don’t know...takin’ a break has just been weird, that’s all.” 

Before you can respond, your food is brought over. The conversation lightens up a bit as you eat. Harry really enjoys the food. Towards the end, he insists that he pays. You eventually agree to just split the bill. 

“Wanna come see my place? I think you’ll like it, it’s cozy.” 

“Sure! Thought I’d have to work a little harder for you to invite me back with you.” He smirks.

“Oh, stop it.” You swat an arm at him. 

The uber ride back to your place is quiet. He was impressed by the building you were in. He couldn’t believe you could afford such a nice place. 

“So, it’s a studio, but it’s not cramped.” You show him inside. “Like, I can stretch out in the shower.” You giggle. “Got really creative with the storage too.”

“View makes it all worth it, huh?” 

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” You both look out the window together. “Sit, sit. What can I get for you? I have more wine, and some beers int he fridge.”

“Beer’s fine, thanks.” 

He sits down on your small couch while you get the drinks together. You come back over and him a beer.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.” You take a sip of your wine. “So, do you, like, have an apartment in New Hampshire?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a small place to call home when I’m not traveling.”

“That’s good.”

“Mhm.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Can I ask you something...sort of personal?”

“Um, sure.”

“You haven’t been, like, hooking up have you?” 

“What?”

“Because I haven’t.”

“I never told you not to.”

“So, does that mean you have?”

“Harry...we’re not together, we’re broken up.” You frown and so does he. 

“A break is different from a break up, though, right?”

“We agreed to end things so we could go off and find our career paths. I mean, I think about you a lot, but I guess I didn’t really think we’d actually get back together. It’s been six months, Harry.”

“I know...”

“I mean, I’m not seeing anyone. I’ve had a few dates here and there, but nothing serious. I don’t really have time for it.” 

“Me neither...I guess the only difference is I haven’t wanted to even be with anyone else, random or not.” 

“I find that very hard to believe.” You scoff. “If there was a day I couldn’t see you, you’d tell me how touch starved you were.”

“That’s true, but it was your touch I was starved for, no one else’s. You know me, I was never the hook up guy as it was. It’s gross.” He takes another sip of his drink. “Do you always hook up with different people or-”

“No.” 

He nods his head.

“How many have there been?”

“What does it matter?” 

“Just wondering if I need to catch up or something.” He scoffs. 

“Harry, we never agreed on not hooking up with other people, we never even talked about it.”

“Because I just assumed we wouldn’t! Don’t you miss me?” 

“I miss being in college and having zero responsibilities.” You sigh. “I try not to think about what I miss about you too much. And no offense, but I’ve actually begun a career. You’re still figuring things out. It wouldn’t good if we tried to get back together right now. I like living alone, and-”

“Alright, I get it, you’re better off without me.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” You put your hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs it away. 

“Do you think I like not being good enough? I’d give you the world if I could, but I literally have zero idea what I’m passionate about. I feel like I wasted four years of my life. Now when I talk with these kids on where they want to go to school and the reasons they want to go...” He shakes his head. 

“You’re a people person, you’ve always been that way. You have a stage presence to you. A room lights up when you walk in.”

“S’not exactly a transferable skill, love.” 

“You’ll figure it out, Harry. I know you will.” 

//

A year or so later you heard from a mutual friend that Harry moved back to London. He had gone off into the world of PR, and he was thriving. Your job had lead you to some opportunities to go to London, they had even asked you if you wanted to relocate there. Many of the clothing lines they had were exported from there, and they wanted you more on the buying team since you had such a great eye. You said you’d consider it and go for a visit to check things out. You and Harry hadn’t talked much since he had seen you in New York, but you wanted to pay him the same courtesy he given you. 

You: Hey, Harry! It’s Y/N...I’m coming to London next week for a work thing. Might even be relocating there! I was wondering if you’d like to get together. Maybe you can tell me how great the city is, lol

You had deleted the text about five times before actually hitting send. Two hours later he got back to you. 

Harry: Did you think I deleted your number?! Of course I know it’s you! That sounds great, let me just check over my schedule with my assistant and I’ll get back to you on when would work. 

You: wow, an assistant, how fancy are you? 

Harry: she keeps my head on straight, that’s for sure

You: well, I’m looking forward to seeing you...it’s been too long!

Harry: I agree

And just like that, you had butterflies in your stomach. You hoped maybe he was single, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he was seeing someone. He was a girlfriend guy, and you had basically told him you weren’t getting back together last time you spoke. 

You were given a wonderful tour of the office you’d potentially be working in. Everyone seemed friendly, and you certainly wouldn’t be the only American working there if you decided to accept. 

Towards the end of the week, Harry invited you over for a dinner at his flat. You were surprised he didn’t want to go out. Maybe you’d be starting at his flat and then go to a club? You were dying to see how the London night life compared to New York’s. You take a cab to his flat and text him when you’re there. He comes downstairs to meet you outside. 

“Harry!” You practically squeal. You wrap your arms around each other for a nice embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you too. Driver found the place okay?”

“Mhm.” You smile.

“Come on up. Just got dinner on the table.” 

He leads you upstairs. Your jaw drops when you see how spacious his flat is. It was a one bedroom with a nice open concept. It looked like he entertained quite often. He had a bar set up in the living area. 

“This is beautiful.”

“Thanks. Figured I could afford a nice place, why not have one?” He shrugs. 

You use his hall bath to freshen up. He has you sit down at his dining table. He had made curry. 

“This smells so good, thanks so much for cooking.”

“I figured you’d enjoy a real meal after eating out all week.”

“You figured right, thank you.”

“Oh stop.” He sits down. “Just eat, yeah?” 

You moan after tasting the food.

“This is delicious.”

“Thanks.” He smirks. “So, do you think you really might move here?”

“I might, yeah. It seems like a really big step up for me.”

“No one back in New York to miss you?”

“Nope.” You grin. “Other than the few friends I’ve made.” You shrug. “My family is really supportive too.”

“That’s great. I’m really glad I came home. I feel like once I did the opportunities came flying in. I love PR. I make phone calls, set up events. And I get to meet so many cool people.” 

“And you have an assistant.” You chuckle.

“S’not what you think. She’s not some young thing that’s enthralled with me. She’s like forty years old, has a couple of kids that don’t need her home with them anymore. She’s a great help though. I actually requested someone a little older.”

“Why’s that?”

“Some of the younger girls in the interview, when they actually came to speak with me, I don’t know, I just kept getting this weird vibe.” 

“It’s because you’re so captivating. You’re intimidating, but charming.” You take another bite of food. “Sexy.” 

“Oh, gimme a break.”

“I’m serious! You always made me feel nervous when we first started talking. You would always really sit back and observe the room before talking. You can be quiet sometimes. But that was you then, that’s just a version of you that I know, you could be different now.”

“I’d like to think so. Although, I think I’m just a good listener. I definitely like reading a room before I join a conversation.” 

“I’m so happy to see you doing well.” You take a sip of your drink. “So...any lucky ladies or fellas in your life?” 

“No.” He laughs. “M’way too busy for all that. I mean...I’ve had some fun here and there, I’m not celibate.” He takes a sip of his own drink. “What about you?”

“Nothing serious.” You shrug. “I haven’t minded being focused on my career, you know? I have a good work-life balance, don’t get me wrong, but like if I were in a relationship right now, I may not be making this move.” 

“Tell me, if I didn’t live here would you still consider moving?”

“I don’t know. It’s a huge plus knowing I’d have someone close by, someone I know to show me around. If you had the time of course. You could even tell me what the good neighborhoods to live in are.” 

“You could get a flat here. It’s a really nice building to be in. I bet you’d be able to afford it if I can. They want you to be a buyer?”

“Yeah, my boss thinks I have a great eye, and I always get the highest ratings from my clients.” 

“That’s wonderful. I’m happy for you. I know last time we saw each other it didn’t seem like it, but I was really confused about the direction my life was going. I wasn’t happy.”

“You’re happy now?”

“Very much.”

“Good.” You put your hand over his. “It’s all I ever wanted for you, to be the best version of yourself.” 

“Same here with you.” He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “I got some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Wanna move to the sofa?”

“Sure!” 

You both sit down on his large sectional. You dive into the sweet treat. 

“Do you entertain a lot?”

“Sometimes, yeah. I like it better than going to some stuff club. You can be out until four in the morning if you’re not careful.” He laughs. 

“Well, I’d love for you to take me out to a club sometime.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice, love. I’ll take any excuse to dance with you.” His dimple peeks out in his grin, and it makes you melt. “When do you have to give them your decision by?”

“A few days. I’m headed back to New York tomorrow night.” 

“How’s your hotel been?”

“It’s nice...not as cozy as this though.” You lean back into the cushions and look up at him. 

“Yeah, I definitely don’t miss that about working in admissions. Different hotels all the time sounds like fun, but when you just wanna do your laundry and you can’t, it gets old really quick.” 

“I can imagine.” You make a bold move and rest your hand on his knee. This time when you touch him he doesn’t shrug you away. “I think I may move here. I can home here and you can cook for me all the time, or you could bring me to your fancy parties.”

“Is that so?” He scoots a little closer to you. “It would get some people at the company off my back. They’re always askin’ why I never have a date to anything.” 

“And why don’t you?”

“I don’t know, I’m there to work, not bring arm candy with me.” 

“Ah, but that arm candy can help you network. I’m impeccable at networking.”

“Alright, so you’ll be my date then when I need one, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s what I’m saying.” You smile. 

“What about when there’s no fancy party? Can I call you for a date?” 

“I’d like that.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

“Can I please kiss you?” 

You nod yes. He leans in, cups your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours. They were soft, just like you remember. He takes them away a little too quickly for your liking though. 

“What’s wrong?” You frown.

“I just don’t wanna, like, rush this, that’s all. I don’t even know what this is, but whatever it is, I don’t wanna mess it up this time.”

“Harry, you never messed anything up. We did the right thing before. I think we’re both in a place where we could have room to be together again. But, I think you’re right, one step at a time. Let me actually accept the job and move here before we dive into anything.”

“Exactly.” He sighs happily. “Okay, I’m gonna kiss you again, and then I’ll drive you to your hotel.” 

You giggle as he smooches you again and again. Harry never really ever stopped loving you, and you could tell. You never really ever stopped loving him either. 

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Witch Date Ideas for different Witches

Kitchen Witch

Go to a homey bakery and let them go on and on about all the ways to enchant blueberry muffins.

(NYC) Go to eataly and get some good ass pastries or prosciutto and other delicious dried cuts, just basically eat around Eataly or go to Dough. 

(NYC) Explore supermarkets in places like china town, ktown, (eataly is great too) and get new foods or ingredients for them to try out at home. 

(NYC) Load your pockets with dollars and take them to a street fair and try every food/snack stand they want. 

(NYC) If they like beer take them to good beer and have one of the guys explain the different brews. If they like mead take them to Honies.

Green Witch

Go to a botanical garden and point to the prettiest flower and say “that’s you”

Start a date by giving them a bouquet with a special message by using the Victorian language of flowers, or your own correspondences

If living together, go to a local nursery and choose flowers to plant together at your home.

(NYC) Take them to Flower power and offer to get them a gift that they please. 

(NYC) Also be their buffer to killing their wallet cause that’ll happen at flower power. 

(NYC) Take them to any botanical garden. During the winter the Brooklyn one is free. 

(NYC) Take them florist shopping.

(NYC) Take them to the Kava bar in the lower east side to feel great after drinking nonalcoholic kava cocktails. 

(NYC) Get lost in the north woods in Central Park.

Hedge Witch

(NYC) take them to the beautiful greenwood cemetery. 

(NYC) Buy them some skulls or antlers at Catland. 

(NYC) Go ghost hunting in some spooky ass places like the abandoned homes of Govenors island or The Dakota building, but if it gets too spooky then have a picnic on the island or by Central Park instead!

Go pumpkin, apple, strawberry, or any fruit picking, then use the fruits/vegetables in cooking/baking.

Cosmic Witch

Take them star gazing and come up with stories about planets falling in love.

Take a car out to a quiet, rural place and stargaze. Watch from a blanket on the ground or the top of the car. If you want, you can take a telescope.

I’d suggest oddities since they sell meteorite and other spacely things though it could be costly there. 

(NYC) Museum of natural history has a great space section and planetarium too. 

(NYC) Stargazing in NYC might be tricky but if you go up to fort Tyron you might have a beautiful view nonetheless!

Sea Witch

Go to the beach and help them look for sea shells. Help them carry all the ocean water home.

(NYC) Take the Q35 from Flatbush Ave (last 2,5 stop) to fort Tilden. It’s the best beach since it’s the cleanest and hardly no one is there. It’s serene and you’ll find tons of shells. 

(NYC) You can stay on the same bus as it will take you to Jacob Riis beach. I find the water there way less clean with tons of algae BUT the seashells there are phenomenal! Like as huge as ashtrays. So if it’s cold and you want to just go seashell hunting I’d vote for Jacob riis. 

(NYC) Swimming is better for fort Tilden. If it’s too cold for the beach take them to a boutique called Oddities. They sell beautiful seashells and other incredible magical things in that shop. 

(NYC) You can also take them to the museum of natural history and chill in that gorgeous aquatic room with the massive whale that every child feared would drop on their heads and crush them. It’s a beautiful space. 

Lunar Witch

Bathe in the full moon together

Graveyard/Death Witch

Go to a local cemetery on a nice day and talk about all the headstones that speak to you.

Getting relationship advice from other spirits. Or traveling to graveyards To do exploring.

take them to the oldest cemetery in the area and do headstone rubbings together

Go people watching at a cemetery. You look out for the living ones and they’ll keep an eye on the dead ones

Take them to your local graveyard and let them tell you about what the ghosts of those who are long gone whisper to them.

Picnic next to a graveyard or a place that has a strong connection to spirits

Crystal Witch

Going to crystal stores and giving them rose quartz, because love.

Let them tell you about their own crystal collection as you browse your local geology museum/crystal shop. Ask them questions about their properties, and maybe even the chemical makeup if they have a scientific streak. 

Go to a craft fair and buy a crystal/stone piece for your loved one. 

Go to a gem mine to try and find some crystals, rocks, or gems

Energy Witch

(NYC) Get them a session at the Woom center. Take them to the tarot society to pet crystals. The tarot society and Earth Arts center also has soundbaths from time to time. 

(NYC) Avoid Times Square at all costs especially if they are super empathetic. 

(NYC) Design a candle together at Enchantments.

Storm Witch

If you live in the Midwest and don’t have a very strong sense of self preservation (like most of the locals), take them on a tornado chase with you and make out after you survive.

Just play in the rain with them.

invite them over when it’s raining to sit inside and listen to the pitter patter on the windows while you watch movies. Have rainboots and a coat ready if don’t want to watch a movie or want to do something fun afterwards.

Drag them into the rain and dance!

Desert Witch

Road trip to your nearest friendly neighborhood mesas/weird rock formations. Bonus if you listen to them talk about the area’s folklore

Divination Witch

Swap readings take them some where they can try new decks.

Space Witch

Go to the observatory.

Stare at the constellations

Enjoy a picnic under the stars

Fire Witch

Take them to a huge bonfire (possibly around Beltane) where you can talk and dance and everything, then take some ashes when you're done for different rituals!

(NYC) Sometimes flower power has an herbal smokes class you guys could sign up for. The people that work there would be happy to help you pick out herbs for your own herbal smoking blend! You can also go there to pick out ingredients for loose incense! 

(NYC) Namaste on 14th also has an amazing selection of incense. You can buy them a cute and quirky candle at flying tiger or pick materials for candle making together at Michaels. In the summertime go to Roosevelt island and have a bonfire in one of the fire pit/grills.

Necromantic Witch

Take them to a graveyard. 

Earth Witch

Start by leaving them a hand written letter to meet you somewhere. Have that somewhere be a beautiful hidden spot in the forest or anywhere that has to do with nature. Pack her favorite foods and bring her favorite book and take her on a forest picnic. Read to her (or have her read to you) as you just sit and enjoy each other’s company and Mother Earth around you.

Music Witch

Take them to a concert or a musical. Watch them get a little more into the rhythms than everyone else.

Go find some music and perform with them

Get a bunch of their favorite music albums (DVD’s) and listen to them together with or with out food

Try to watch a street performance or walk around downtown

Ice/Snow Witch

Ice skating! Or start a snow ball fight with them

Try making synthetic snow and play with it

Play with them on a snowy day, then enjoy some hot coco or hot cider with cookies

Building a snow man or playing in the snow on a snowy day

Try going to a cold place or a snowboard/ski resort to enjoy the snow and exercise

Bath Witch

(NYC) Take them to king spa or sauna castle (Korean bath and sauna houses) and try out every majestic sauna and bath together. 

(NYC) Take them to a shop like Lush or the Face Shop to try new things. Have a spa day at home with them.

Make a diy bath bomb or soap

Take bath with a bath bomb

Go to a sauna, onsen, or hot spring

Make a diy sauna with a humidifier in your bathroom or closet while you wear towels.

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hello loves! my name is bri and i’m so excited to get the chance to write with all of your beautiful muses ♡ i just turned 24 (ew), my pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is est (luckily i live about an hour outside of nyc, and plan to move there permanently in 2021 yay !!!) 

tbh it’s been at least a year since my last rp group and i’m a little rusty, so pls feel free to share your tips and lmk how i’m doing :) my writing style is pretty flexible and i match length, pov, etc. and now !! a little bit of info about my beautiful chaotic bby stella:

ABOUT.

estelle “stella” celestine evans was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to heat waves by glass animals . you may know them as @stella or as that sydney sweeney lookalike . their twenty-second birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be reckless but on the other hand warmhearted . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines .

BASIC INFO.

Full Name: Estelle Celestine Evans

Nickname(s): Stella

Age: 22

Date of Birth: August 4, 1998

Sun Sign: Leo

Moon Sign: Cancer

Rising Sign: Scorpio

Hometown: Beverly Hills, CA

Current Location: Upper East Side, NY

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Pansexual

Political Affiliation: Liberal

Occupation: Supermodel, socialite, influencer

Career Highlights: Victoria’s Secret Angel, high fashion runways, print & editorial work, music video appearances, photography, art direction

Goals/Passions: Photography, art direction, fashion design, makeup, social media

Career Claim: Gigi Hadid

BIOGRAPHY.

When your mom’s a legendary supermodel and your dad is a smooth talking Hollywood talent agent, it’s safe to say that you were probably born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But don’t you dare say that shit to Stella Evans. Although she definitely enjoyed the finer things in life growing up and was practically gifted a spot in wealthy elite by her parents, Stella likes to believe that she did it all herself. And underneath it all - the glitz and the glam and the money and the flashing lights - maybe she actually did.

While this blonde haired, blue eyed beauty might be the spitting image of her mother with a few (okay, a lot) more extra curves, Stella tries to distance herself from her family heritage as much as possible. It started in kindergarten when she renamed herself. After all, being named after the notorious Estelle Evans doesn’t make you a lot of friends when you’re five. It makes you the subject of ridicule from your peers, and makes your teachers treat you as if you were the one posing topless in Italian Vogue. And when your mother made you model for a big Baby Guess modeling campaign at the age of 2, kids tended to talk. So she became Stella. Just Stella.

From then on, she did everything she could to separate herself from her parents. If her parents said to stay in, she went out. If they told her to get good grades, she failed her classes in retaliation. Their attention was all consuming, especially her mother’s. After the once popular cover girl had retired, she turned all of her attention to her daughter. Stella’s modeling work had been paused at the suggestion of her talent agent father, Arthur Evans. He wanted her to focus on school and get an education so she could take over the talent agency one day. But when Estelle and Arthur divorced when Stella was 10 years old, all bets were off.

Her mother hopped from loveless marriage to loveless marriage, dragging Stella along for the ride. Her father moved to the Upper East Side, vowing to see her at Christmas each year, while Stella jetted around the world against her will. 6th and 7th grade in Sweden, 8th grade in London, 9th and 10th grade in Paris. It was a long and lonely adolescence, but Stella filled it with booze, bars, and boys and girls to keep her company. Partying was her only escape. And she was damn good at escaping.

She had her first real relationship when she was 16. He was an older French financier who was content to spoil her rotten and show her a good time. Perhaps too good a time. Stella was introduced to the things that would become her vices - namely, drugs and alcohol. Her mother proved to be overbearing but oblivious. She would do things like criticize her daughter’s makeup, clothing, and body, but be completely unaware that Stella was doing things like snorting coke to get thinner. She’d call her trashy for going out to clubs, then look the other way when Stella would wear a short mini skirt when leaving for “study sessions” at the library. With Stella’s clever wit and electric charisma, it really was too easy. The drugs combined with the alcohol made her feel better because she didn’t really feel anything at all. Plus, if her parents hated partying, then Stella would learn to love it.

Shit hit the fan when Stella was arrested in France. Something about being an accomplice to international drug smuggling and being under the influence of a controlled substance - whatever. 16 year old Stella got off with a slap on the wrist due to her connections, promising to move back to New York with her dad until she was 18 and legal. The Upper East Side was her new home, and weirdly enough, she actually kind of liked it. It was easier to start over in New York, where no one cared about her washed up mother. But they did care about money, wealth, and excess, which Stella was more than an expert in, whether she liked it or not. This made her presence in the New York social scene almost magnetic. People would flock to her, drawn in by her ethereal beauty, effortless charm, and “fuck it all” party girl attitude.

Attention was a dangerous drug for a girl like Stella, who had spent her whole life freeing herself from her mother’s tarnished legacy. And when she had finally done it, had finally succeeded in making people call her “Stella Evans” instead of “Baby Estelle”, it made her wild with reckless abandon. All her new friends and lovers wanted to buy her shots and make her feel good any way she wanted, and it was only polite for Stella to let them do it.

The next few years were filled with exclusive clubs, raucous spring breaks, glamorous yacht parties, champagne kisses with boys and girls, social media notoriety, and juicy headlines that cemented her status as an it-girl. Her modeling career resumed with a promise to her father that she would go to college at the same time. Armed with a golden reputation, endless connections, and natural charisma and talent, Stella began to walk all the major runways and was in talks to appear in Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret. Unlike her mother, she proved that she had both high fashion attitude and sex appeal. Stella was unstoppable.

Until she wasn’t. After a night of drinking and an ill-timed bet that she could parallel park her date’s Range Rover (despite the fact that Stella didn’t have a license to speak of), the police charged her with a DUI. This time, she didn’t get off so easy. Her father pulled as many strings as possible to keep her image clean in the press, but word got out anyway. Fucking instagram.

Faced with the threat of losing her big modeling campaigns, Stella agreed to clean up her image. Think rehab, charity work, inspirational interviews. The whole shebang. And it worked - kind of. It’s hard to navigate a world filled with temptation, but Stella doesn’t know how to survive without the glitz and glamour of the wealthy world. She dropped out of college against her dad’s wishes, officially surrendering herself to the New York social scene. Rich girls have more fun, anyway. But sometimes she hates it and wants to be “normal”. Even so, she knows that she never will be and embraces the beautiful chaos that her life of excess brings to her.

As far as rich kids go, Stella is almost down-to-earth. Kind of. She likes to think that she is, but she’s also the kind of girl who would never be caught dead on the subway. Or a taxi. Black cars and private jets only, please. Underneath it all, Stella wants (and frankly, needs) real connections in her life. People who genuinely care about her and have her best interests at heart are extremely rare, so when Stella lets someone get close to her, they’re with her for life. Her reckless, carefree attitude can definitely get her into trouble, so she can be a handful.

But one of her shining traits is that she doesn’t judge, at least not as openly and viciously as her peers. Stella’s life of wealth and status is definitely ingrained in her, but she is also openminded and accepting. Her friends don’t need to be old money. They just need to be real. You can catch her being the talk of the town in her native Upper East Side, but also vibing with the up and comers in Tribeca. Below the layers of superficiality and obsession with the finer things in life, this supermodel has a heart of gold. But don’t fuck with her. Stella is dangerous and defiant when she wants to be, and nothing can get in the way of her getting what she wants. Even if what she wants could destroy her one day.

*** her bio is still a wip and i’m working on some inspo for wanted connections, but definitely lmk if you have any questions or think stella would be a good fit for connections with your muses ! 

#wealthyhq:intro #i'm sorry if this is a MESS omg #so happy to meet all of you !!!