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dragonmuse · 2 years

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Was rereading sink to the bottom with you and now I'm wondering how the before dinner conversation with Owen and Felix played out...

(wonder no more!)

Felix was getting dressed when the message came through. He only had so many 'meet the parents' kind of outfits, which was severely undercut by the fact that he'd already done that dance with these very same parents once before. Which wasn't stomach ache inducing in the least.

It was possible that Felix was coming slightly undone.

So when the phone buzzed again and he picked it up to see,

Charlie: Owen is the hitman, but I was wrong anyway. He’s here to be a support team for you.

Felix just sat down hard on his bed. He told Charlie to give Owen his number and a minute later the phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey, man, long time to chat," and that was definitely Owen, even if the voice was deeper than he remembered.

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

"I know this is weird," Owen sighed. "But when Alma told me what was going on...dunno. I feel bad, man. You were so fucking chill back then. I liked being your friend."

"I liked being yours."

"Nah, come on. I know you were cool because Alma wanted you to be."

"Hey." He frowned. "That's not true. None of my other guy friends knew shit about music. I liked hanging out with you."

There was a short pause, then Owen laughed quietly. "High school is bad for the brain, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Felix nodded. "The worst. But I had fun being with you guys. I wasn't trying to hurt you or Ingrid or even Alma, you know? I just-"

"No, we got it." Owen interrupted. "I mean, I fucking love Alma with everything I have and you know Ingrid and her are like platonic soulmates, but when you broke up with her neither of us were that surprised."

"You weren't? Cause I kind of surprised myself," he admitted.

"Yeah, well. You guys weren't walking the same path or whatever. But it was sucky of us to not reach out. Or at least, I should've. Wished I had. You didn't know we weren't pissed."

"I didn't," he agreed. He'd imagined that entire part of his life just getting locked away and rightfully so. "I missed it. Missed all of you. It was a kind of a crappy summer, actually."

"But now you're big time, huh?" Owen teased and Felix laughed.

"Yeah, well. Charlie would tell you that it barely counts."

Owen snorted, "Yeah, little Charlie, huh? All the people in the world you could have and that's the one you went with?"

"He's not little," Felix pressed a hand to the bed. Maybe he could have Charlie back there tonight, those mile long legs tangling with his. The faint smell of chlorine back in his sheets. "And he's...he's amazing, actually."

"Oh yeah?" Owen's voice softened.

"Yeah. I know it's fucking weird, but he just kills me, man. I tried to break it off for like two weeks and I regretted every single stupid second. He was all I thought about."

Gorgeous, rueful Charlie with a smile and a laugh. Sexy, beguiling Charlie in his bed, confident in his place of power. Shielded, wily Charlie , who would give you a thousand words after a question and none of them an answer.

"Sounds like you have it bad."

"The worst," Felix agreed with a smile. "Gonna let his parents cross-examine me levels of bad."

"So I'll be there," Owen said simply. "I'm a good distraction, you know."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Yeah, but I want to be your friend again. I don't have that many that I can just be tossing them away, you know?"

Except Owen had Ingrid and Alma. Felix remembered the feeling of those friendships, how they had been bound and so in love with each other in their own perplexing ways. Felix had never had friends like that.

"I know," he said instead. "Me either. But you had to come from- wait, where are you living?"

"Like fifteen minutes away. Not that big a sacrifice. I get free dinner, even."

"What are you doing there?"

"Internship with Loam Records."

"No shit!" Felix grinned. "They did all of those indie punk tracks that we used to listen too, right? The goat...somethings."

"Yeah," Owen laughed. "Holy shit, you remember. Yeah, they did the Goat Systems and the Talented Hacks. Awesome shit. And I get to hang out there every day and make coffee. Supposed to be learning about talent management."

"That is so fucking cool," Felix deemed.

"You know what? It really really is. I get to meet the bands sometimes."

"Is that what you're going to do? Be a talent manager?"

"Maybe," Owen said without much weight. "I just want to be around it all. Any which way that takes me. Oh hey, they're coming out. I'll see you at the restaurant, okay?"

"Yeah, man, I'll see you there."

Felix survived that night and did get rewarded with Charlie back in his bed. Back in his life full-force, a consuming presence whenever he stepped into visual range and often when he wasn't there at all.

That it brought back this other simple pleasure of texting an old friend about obscure modern punk bands was just one of the many things Charlie had unwittingly given him.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #game on #charlie bonnet

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michaelsbigreddick · 2 years

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matt murdock-red lights part 3.

there's 2 more parts to this mini series but you dont necessarily have to read them to read this part. If you happen to want to read the first part you can find it here .

summary: You're Foggy's friend that also happens to be his paralegal. You met Matt through foggy but didn't like him because you had a feeling he was hiding something. One night you wake up to a loud crash and find out its daredevil who broke in. You save his life, and DON'T take his mask off. You take care of him till you think hes ready to leave. He ends up taking a liking to you and comes around every so often when he's 'hurt' or really just wants to see you.

By the way I've never read the book I mention here. I just watched the movie and really enjoyed it.

little details?: you have a medical background. you're friends with jessica jones. you were kidnapped right after college by a drug cartel. (i'll be going more over that in the next chap)

warning: mentions of guns and knives. (they're not used tho) needles are used

matt murdock x female reader

idk man im new to tumblr and i'm still figuring this first part out. Hope y'all enjoy tho.

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You were settling down in bed with your latest reread. It was ‘Never Let Me go’ by Kazuo Ishiguro. You’d read it for the first time in your second year of college. There was a feeling of home in it that you seemed to be missing for a long time. It's been years since you last saw your family. When you left for your internship in another state they weren't under the best terms. And when you disappeared from the face of earth, they didn't take much notice. Throughout the years you read this same book when you needed some sort of comfort. It was the same copy from years ago. The bent spine, curled pages with coffee or wine stains, yellowing on the edges, it was home in the palms of your hands.

“Why? Why didn't he just tell her?” you close the book frustrated with Tommy. You had once again reached the part when he and Kathy were talking about the ‘exceptions’ in the woods.

Laying your head against your pillow, you think about what would've happened if he would've only admitted his feelings.

It was around two in the morning when you heard a crash on your balcony. Your bedroom was parallel to the balcony, if the crash was loud enough to reach you it had to be worth checking out. You didn't remember whether you had locked the door or not. Most of the time you just shut it since you were on the fifth floor. You didn't think there was any possible way to get up to it from the outside.

You reach into your bedside table and debate on whether to take your knife or gun. You preferred your knife but since you didn't know what, or who you were up against you picked up your gun.

You began to walk to your bedroom door.

Your ring bell went off signaling that the balcony door has opened. You listened for them. By the heavy breathing you could tell they weren't trying to be quiet. Perhaps they were running from someone? You took into consideration that they haven't closed the door. That was probably to make a quick get away, which meant you were being robbed. But if they were thieves they'd want to be more quiet.

They didn't close it because they couldn't.

You walk down your hallway and see a figure sprawled on the floor. As you get closer to get a better look you, keep your gun pointed at them.

They began to hum something, a song you were familiar with. Between grunts and shallow breaths you could swear you knew the song but couldn't quite place it. Now within a closer distance your heart feels like it's stopped, just to pick up its pace and quicken again. The one and only Daredevil is laying on your living room floor.

“Holy shit.” you whisper, inching closer to him. You dare to kick him to get some sort of reaction.

“Ow.” he groaned.

“Ow? What the hell are you doing on my floor in the middle of the night?”

“Please, I, I’m, I don't want to cause any trouble.” he tried to prop himself up on his elbow but collapsed onto his side.

He left a dragged blood stain where his hand was. You didn't know what to do. You noticed you still had your gun pointed at him. You didn't know what the best call was. To shoot or not to shoot? You thought about Karen and how no matter what argument is made, she stood behind him.

“Jesus christ you're gonna stain my rug.” you say putting your gun onto the coffee table. You get behind him and put your arms under his. You drag him to the side of your sofa.

“Where are you hurt?” He tried to tell you but he was in and out of consciousness.

“You seriously couldn't be making this any harder.” you give it a moment of thought. If he's here it's because he needs help. If you were going to offer him that help, you'd have to find where he's hurt.

“I'm going to undress you alright?” he gave you a little nod before his head fell to the side. You thought about taking his mask off but decided against it. If he had it on it was for a reason. Even in his unconscious state, you had to respect that.

You start off with his boots. They were heavier than you'd thought they'd be and left pebbles on your floor. His suit was the hardest to get off of him. It was like a matching supersuit that you had to take off of an oversized sleeping toddler. The whole time you undressed him you were uneasy about how long he was unconscious. For now the best you could do was let him rest and hope to god that he woke up. As you retrieved your first aid kit from your bathroom you heard him begin to choke out.

You rushed over to him, kit in hand and dropped it next to him. He was fighting for air and you could feel the sense of calmness drain out of you. You had to think fast. He was too weak to stand, which meant low oxygen. His chest and sides were severely bruised, he couldn't breathe. The only thing you could think of was tension pneumothorax. Which meant he needed a needle decompression.

He tried to get up and you set him back down as you dropped to your knees.

“Hold on a second. You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” You start searching through your bag for the needles. You found it only after tossing everything out of the bag. You grab the cleaning alcohol that you had put on the side for this exact moment. you apply some on your hands before spilling some on his chest and the needle. You felt around his chest for the right spot till finally giving up and puncturing his skin. You applied pressure till you heard the gust of air.

“Oh for fucks sake. I have never liked doing that.” you say out of breath.

You let out a deep breath of relief and laugh. You lay your head on his stomach and groan remembering that he had a cut on there too.

“Sorry.” you say, wiping the blood off your forehead.

He took another shallow breath before shaking his head slowly. “No, no, thank you.”

“Im, uh going to stitch you up now. And you're going to need a chest tube.” you look down at your mess on the floor. “I don't know if I have a big enough chest tube...You're going to have to go to the hospital.”

“No, no, hospitals.” he said between consciousness. You decided to clean up shallow wounds and stitch up what needed to be done first. You took your chances with him and didn’t take him to the hospital. Instead you brought your office chair with wheels and used it to transport him to your bedroom. You threw a blanket over your white sheets hoping for the best.

He woke up long enough to help you get him onto your bed. He was unconscious for the most part, but you gave him sedatives for the pain he might have felt between alertness.

You decided to call up Jessica for a little bit of help.

“Hey.” you sounded tired but that wasn't anything new.

“Hey y/n is everything alright?” she sounded concerned between her slurred words.

“Yea yea, everything's alright, I um, I was just wondering if you, it's actually a really big favor.”

“Well what is it?”

“I need some medical supplies. Nothing crazy, pain meds some fluids,”but she cut you off before you could continue.

“y/n you're not in that shit again are you? I need you to tell me so I can get rid of them.”

“No, they, they haven't found me. I'm alright.”

“Then why do you need all that crap?”

“It's for a…friend.” she groaned.

“Look, I'll tell you more in the morning, alright?”

“Fine.” She hung up.

You did end up having a big enough chest tube for him. After hooking him up you laid down at the foot of your bed.

There you watched him for the night. Every once in a while Nicki would come in and check on both of you. It was morning when you felt him try to get up and leave.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“I have to go. I appreciate the help. I do but I have to go.” he tried pulling the chest tube out of him and winced.

“That's one reason you can't leave. Now stop being a pain. Do you have any idea how scared I was putting that thing on you? You have so much scar tissue!” you realized how much you had raised your voice and lowered it before continuing. But the truth is you were terrified last night. Maybe it was the ptsd. Maybe it was the pressure of having to help Daredevil. All you knew was if he died in your apartment, you'd have to start from scratch all over again in a different city.

“You can't leave. Not yet. Plus it's only eight in the morning.” saying that made you realize how late you were to work. “Oh shit. Foggy.”

You look for your phone on the bed and call Foggy. He seemed understanding when you told him how bad your period cramps were and said he'd pass by later with some Pho. But you made up some other lie to keep him away from your apartment.

"I'll do what I can from home."

Right as you were hanging up you heard a knock at your door. It was most likely to be Jessica with the things you had asked for. You had sent her a full list of things you needed to keep this guy stable.

“I need you to stay here and not move. Move that thing too much and it'll get infected.” you knew that wasn't the reason for infection but you'd say anything to keep him put. He rests his head against the headboard in defeat.

You opened the door and Jessica entered with a plain black duffle bag. “You look like shit y/n.”

“Well so do you Jess.”

“Touche.” she said, dropping it besides the bloody handprint on your floor.

“Whats this?”

“I uh, he's in the bedroom.” you mumble. She smiled and headed towards it.

“Jesus Jess not like that,” you follow closely behind her. She stops at the door frame.

“Why is he shirtless?”

"Because I don't necessarily have anything that will fit him now do i?” she shot you a look. You had more than enough options on shirts for him to wear

“Shut up.”

“I didn't say anything.” she walked over to him, eyeing him looking to see how weak he really was. You leave her there with him while you go and get the duffle bag which you have to drag to your room.

“You're telling me the Devil of Hell's Kitchen is just okay with lying in some civilians bed?” you're setting up the i.v now to get him hooked up on fluids.

“Not exactly. I may have given him a little something for the pain. It makes him a little sleepy but it should also be helping him with the pain.”

“You kidnapped him?”

“Thats,” you stopped, giving it some thought. It did seem like you had kidnapped him.

"Well no, he stumbled into my apartment." Stumbled would be the wrong word. "He broke into my apartment in the middle of the night on the verge of death so I'd say I did not kidnap him. He came to me,” you cleaned up his arm and inserted the I.V into his arm,.

“Oh god y/n. Well what are you going to do now? And why the hell does he still have the wrestling mask on.” You could tell she was growing frustrated and you felt yourself doing the same.

“I dont know alright? When someone needs help I dont think about what comes after alright? I'm just figuring it out as I go. Jess, thank you for bringing me this stuff. However you got it, I will pay you back but for now I need you to leave.”

You knew this had to have sucked for her. She got you out of that horrible situation back in texas. She gave you a new beginning and now you're acting like you dont need her.

“Please, I'll be okay.'' Neither of you enjoyed hugs or physical touch much. But you hugged her anyway.

“Call me when this blows up in your face alright?”

“I will.” you promised.

You began to cook breakfast. Something that wouldn't take too long to make or much of a mess to clean up. You end up cutting up some fruit, scrambling some eggs, all with a side of toast.

You cooked your portions first then cooked his when he finally woke up again which was around noon.

“I really appreciate all of this but I have to go.” he said as you entered your room.

“I will keep you drugged for days if you keep saying that.” you were only slightly kidding. You climbed onto bed from the other side to avoid the possibility of accidentally tugging on his chest tube. When you set the tray on his lap you realized you'd have to feed him.

“I'm going to feed you, but don't make it weird.” he smiled and chuckled lightly,wincing at the pain in his chest. You started with the eggs. It was weird the way his lips made the chewing look so sensual. You were staring even when he was done chewing.

“Where'd you get those scars from.” you were referring to the ones that laid nearly symmetrically below his collar bones.

“I thought they'd look cool so I hired a ninja to do them.”

“Asshole.”

“It was a ninja. I just didn't pay him to do it.” you started off with the fruit and interchanged it with the toast.

“Why haven't you tried taking my mask off?” he asked as you fed him another portion of fruit.

“I don't really care who you are.'' It sounded rough. Maybe it was the phrasing. But that's as simple as you could put it. You didn't care to know. Maybe it was better if you stayed not knowing.

“I don't expect anything in return for this. Not even knowing who you are. You wear the mask for a reason don't you?”

“Yea, I do.” he said, sounding on the verge of disappointment.

“Im uh going to clean up the kitchen now. Any recommendations for dinner?”

“Pho?”

You looked at him confused. “Um yea. I can order some for dinner.”

The entire day you did your best to make him as comfortable as possible. You were a little giddy to have him in your apartment. You wanted to ask him questions like how did you get up to my balcony? Why my place? How did this happen? Why do you want to leave so bad? But like a lot of things that came with this entire situation, you decided against it. You had a feeling the more you pushed the more he'd want to leave. When you offered him your phone to call someone and let them know he was okay, he said he didn't have anyone that would be worried.

You spent the day between emailing foggy files back and forth and taking care of your patient. Which was pretty much trying to keep up with work while helping Daredevil do some podcast surfing. You insisted that there were more interesting things to see on tv, or any other streaming service but he insisted on podcasts. Most of them were led by women.

You got a bit uncomfortable with him wearing the mask all day so you offered him something else. A thin black scarf that you typically prefered to just tie onto your purse as a little accessory.

“I won't look while you switch it. Or I can just close the door and knock before I come in. That way you can put it back on.”

“I'll take the scarf thank you.”

By dinner you fed him again and you made sure not to stare more than was acceptable. You wanted to wash him up a bit which he in the beginning declined but in the end was alright with. It was summer and even with the a.c even you who wasn't sitting in bed all day felt sticky.

You were now laying down on the end of your bed again. You told Foggy that you'd need another day or two before coming back. You were reading your book again. The rustling of your pages and Nicki's purrs were the only things to be heard. Nicki had quickly taken a liking to him. Spent more time with him than she liked to spend with you.

“Is that book any good?” has to be if its in that condition right?” you realized he wasn't very good at telling jokes very early on and decided to let the backhanded comment go.

“Yea its one of my favorites.”

“What's it about?” the question caught you by surprise. There wasn't really a moral to the story, you just liked it.

“It's about a girl who loves a boy. The boy loves the girl back. When they grow up they're still in love. But soon after they act on those feeling of love, they both die. A simple story really.”

“It's never that simple.”

“Books?”

“Love.”

“It is. We people choose to complicate things.”

He hummed.

“Would you mind reading it to me? It'll help with the healing process.” he grinned. You felt a flutter in your stomach.

“From the beginning?’

"From where you are now is fine.” but you decided to start from the beginning. No one had ever wanted to read this book after you recommended it. You felt like if you were going to enjoy something completely, you had to know everything there was to know about it. You read till your eyes and throat felt dry, you read till you fell asleep.

When you woke up to check on his tube and give him his medication you found the book lying on your bed stand. It had a bookmark from your drawer in the last place you remember reading.

He spent another two days with you. He was leaving only under strict conditions that he'd be back for some check ups till you said he was better.

“That means no crime fighting for at least a week. It’s a miracle you're even off this thing already.” You were wrapping his chest tube to make it easier to throw away.

“I'll do my best.”

“Not your best. You come back here with anything new and I swear to you you're going to walk out of here worse than how you came in.”

“With threats like that what makes you sure I'll be coming back?” he had his suit on, ready to leave, hands on his hips waiting for your answer.

“They always come back.” you toss the scarf to him and he catches it with one quick hand.

“Now go before I change my mind.” He walks to your balcony and turns back to you one more time before leaving.

You didn't lock your balcony anymore after that. The next time he saw you he had healed better and didn't have anything new. He wore the scarf when he came to see you. Sometimes he even brought you a bottle of liquor for you in return for all of your help.

You got to know him. He was a simple guy really. There was nothing extraordinary about him. He was just a guy in a suit with what he called enhanced senses. He was a bigger fan of older music than he was to anything new.

When he stayed on your couch you read to him until ultimately falling asleep. You would always wake up on your bed each morning of. Those mornings you'd wake up tired, so goddamn tired. But the giddy feeling you'd get after remembering the night before gave you more than enough energy to get you through the day. It felt surreal. Besides the medical equipment and blood in your apartment, there wasn't any other trace of him. The secret of it all made it more of a thrill. It was a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt murdock x y/n #marvel daredevil #female reader #karen page #acts of service

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colorseeingchick · 3 years

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Cheer You Up, Calm You Down (Kenma, Akaashi, Bokuto) x GN!Reader

Life is full of ups and downs - and those downs come in different forms. But no matter what it is and how you seek to be comforted, these boys will have your back.

A/N: All the boys are given different Y/Ns with different personalities and specific scenarios. These three have Y/Ns who are more so emotional in their reactions, but still slightly different.

Warnings: Language. Mentions of aggressive thoughts in Bokuto's. This series is meant to be up to interpretation for whether its platonic or romantic. However, there are some romantic themes in Bokuto's (can you cuddle platonically? It's up to the person!)

Kenma Kozume: with an overly-apologetic Y/N

The intense tapping on your phone screen matches the irritated tapping of your foot and erratic beating of your heart as you let the blue light illuminate your distressed features.

Why were they being so unreasonable? This is all so out of left field. To be accused of something you didn’t do, and to be given so much hate for it? And to be the one apologizing after it all?

Trying to explain yourself and apologize over text was definitely not helping. As each moment passes, you only feel more anger infused into the betrayal you're feeling - none of which matches the apologies being typed out onto your phone. You’re pulled out of your intense conversation when Kenma places his arm on your shoulder. He stretches out his hand, eyebrows raised. “Can I?”

Although still upset, you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I mean, sure?” You have absolutely no problem letting Kenma see.

“But...why? It’s not like you usually care about my dumb conversations- what’s, what’s different?”

“First off, not true. I…” he averts his eyes, “I always care. But what’s different is that you don’t usually deep sigh 5 times in like, 2 minutes. I can’t focus on SmashBros like this.”

You hand him your phone, satisfied enough with his answer.

“Hmm,” a displeased hum escapes his lips as he reads through the texts, eyes skimming back and forth, his finger dragging across the screen. You watch him from your spot at the foot of his bed, arms wrapped around your knees.

You allow yourself to space out until you realize Kenma is now typing on your phone before chucking it across the room onto the pillow on his bed.

“Hey!!”

“I just texted Kuroo to come over, don’t worry. Leave it for a bit.”

“But what if they weren’t done talking to me-”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re stressing you out. You’re mad aren’t you?”

“...Yeah.”

“How mad?”

“Pretty mad.”

"And are you at fault?"

"No," you say emphatically.

"So then why are you apologizing?"

To that, you had no answer.

“Yeah, so you’re allowed to be mad and you don’t owe them any apology, especially with the shit they’re pulling.”

“.You're right. I'm sorry Kenm-"

"You don't owe me an apology either. You don't have to say sorry, okay?" He sighs and hands you his controller. “Here. Just beat the shit out of some bots. It’s fun and a good way to get the anger out. And a better use of your time.”

“You’re really gonna let me play?!”

He shifts to the side, his hand massaging his neck. “Don’t make me change my mind….”

~ Fun Fact: Kenma sent a message from your phone to the people bothering you saying: "If you force an apology out of them for something they didn't do, I'll be giving YOU something to apologize for" before deleting it so you wouldn't see it :)

Akaashi Keiji: With an ambitious yet insecure Y/N

The high ceilings, high shelves and echoes of glass cups clinking were sources of comfort to you as you wait for Akaashi Keiji to show up to talk to you.

Recently, you’ve been feeling sort of down. You’d gotten an internship that you’d tried really hard for. It was so exciting and a major ego boost for you! But that all came crashing down once you got to working. All your fellow interns were very smart… and very mean. They often insulted you for not being able to keep up and mocked you if you were confused. And while your bosses seemed understanding, you quickly became discouraged from asking questions.

It’d been a week and a half now, and you really didn’t see things getting better. So you wanted to talk it out with Akaashi. He’d know what to do.

“L/N-san.” You turn around in your seat to be greeted by Akaashi, clad in his tweed coat with two drinks in hand.

“Hi, Kaashi-kun.” You smile a little. His eyebrows knit for a second as he watches your expression before his lips slightly twitch up to match your smile. He walks towards you, placing your drink in between your hands, and proceeds to sit across from you, making himself comfortable in his chair.

“Sorry I’m late, my last meeting ended up running a little long-”

“No, you’re so fine, how was it?”

“Pretty good, I was doing some essay reading for the high schoolers and…”

And for a while, you and Akaashi had a good back and forth going, catching up on his recent life events. You grab the drink in front of you, sipping at it gently. The drink, the bookstore, and Akaashi were all exuding warmth in that moment.

“-But we aren’t here to talk about me, now are we?” A sweet blush blooms on Akaashi’s face as he realizes he had been rambling on about his personal affairs for 10 minutes now.

“I enjoy talking about you though,” you throw in. He should know you like talking about him.

He shakes his head as he tips his drink to his lips. “Seriously though, what’s going on with you? You seemed like you wanted to talk about something when you called?”

“Mm, yeah. So… I’m thinking about quitting my internship.”

Akaashi’s eyes widen, his body freezing mid-sip. “What? Why? You worked so hard for that internship.” He places the drink down gently. Akaashi’s voice is always soft, droning in a coaxing sort of way. But even then you could hear the concern heavily laced in his voice.

“Well…” And so you explain your situation to him. You detail how your team members have been treating you, explaining the stressful tasks one after another. As you go on, the hints of self doubt and your damaged self esteem start to shine through. Akaashi’s eyes are trained on you, gifting you with his undivided attention.

“How do you think you’re doing, though?” He’s trying to gain a thorough understanding of your circumstances. But by the way he’s watching you, you had a feeling he cared a little less about what you were saying and more on how you were reacting.

It’s hard on you. It really is. Because the reality is you feel terrible, unworthy, and incapable. And as Akaashi pushes just a bit, you feel all those ugly feelings start to beat around inside your head.

“I, um. I don’t think I deserve to be there. I’m not good enough.” You cough, trying to cover your voice crack. You clutch at your drink.

“... you know that’s not true, right?” The softness of his voice, the gentleness and kindness he’s giving you, it’s so sweet that it stings your pained heart - your poor, pained heart which has heard nothing but insults for a week straight. And it’s enough to push you over the edge.

“No… it’s...it’s true. I’m not good enough.” And although you’d been trying to hold it back, your body starts to hiccup in muted cries, tears now rolling down your face, your hand muffling the huffs coming out your mouth.

Across from you, you see Akaashi stiffen. Although you two had always been close, you’d never cried in front of each other before. And when it came to either of you being emotional, it was usual practice to take it to Bokuto, a great giver of emotional comfort. Akaashi was not a master of that particular skill. And so, Akaashi panics.

What should I do? What would Bokuto-san do? You can almost see the wheels turning in his head as you continue to try and stop your cries. You feel like you’re making Akaashi uncomfortable, which is not what you wanted to do.

You’re surprised when Akaashi jolts up, walking over to your side of the table. He pensively holds his hands up, apprehensively moving them towards you before pulling them back. He does this for a long few seconds before finally making up his mind to just toss his arms around you.

“There, there, Y/N-san…” He’s still stiff, his voice tight, but his body, warm. Comforting Bokuto is so much easier, he thinks to himself. Don’t get it wrong - he has all your weakness memorized as well. But while he knew what type of comfort you desired, he really questioned if he was capable of providing it.

When you give in, you wrap yourself around him, crying into his chest as you squeeze him tight. As you relax into the hold, you can feel Akaashi sigh out in relief, his arms loosening up as he rubs your back, his fingers dancing against the fabric of your hoodie.

“I know how it feels, Y/N. I know. I felt that way all throughout high school. But it was untrue. I realize that now. Bokuto told me all the time, too. You’re one of the smartest, most hard working, easiest to work with people I know. If people are mocking you and insulting you, it’s because you threaten them and they want to get rid of competition. Not because you’re actually unworthy. Don’t give them what they want.”

As you sniffle and let out another shaky breath, you pull away, your eyes shining with your tears as you stare up at Akaashi. He looks back at you, his hands still around your torso.

“Don’t doubt yourself because of others. Your bosses like you and that’s what’s most important.”

“You’re right, Keiji-kun.” It’d been a while since you’d said his first name like that.

“Come, now. Let’s take your mind off things. And don’t forget your drink.”

“Where are we going?” As Akaashi’s arms fall down to his side, you stand up, once again entering his space. But he didn’t seem to mind.

“Wherever you want. We can go do something fun. I think it’d be beneficial for both of us.”

~ Fun fact: Akaashi has your cafe order memorized, along with your favorite comfort foods.

Bokuto Koutarou: A Y/N who feels many intense emotions at once.

When it rains, it pours.

When you find out your ex was cheating on you, you feel like laughing at the rain pounding against your window that night, only an hour after you had learned the truth.

You hide yourself away in your bedroom, the door shut, blankets piled heavily on top of you. You’re doing whatever you can to calm your racing heart that’s burning with rage and other emotions buried underneath. The glow of the loading Netflix symbol illuminates your face in the dark of the room, and your stuffed cat is crushed in your suffocating hold right up against your chest. Distraction is your goal, but it’s not working. You can’t help but seethe.

The door cracks open, pausing your intense aura for a moment. You turn to see one Bokuto Koutarou with wet hair falling into his face, a thick fleece hoodie draping over his broad shoulders.

“Can I come in?” The glow of the outside hallway illuminates the outline of his broad build resting precariously against the doorframe.

“Yeah.” You don’t hear your voice crack till it’s out your throat.

“Are you crying?” He closes the door swiftly and gently behind him before sliding off his house shoes and slowly padding around to the other side of the bed, sitting down right next to you. You can feel the pressure of his body against your foot.

“No.” It’s true. You hadn’t been. But when you looked into your friend’s eyes, you felt the shoddy barrier you’d built around your heart crumble. Your throat stings as you feel tears prickle the corners of your eyes.

“Can I?” Bokuto murmurs. He’s placed his knee onto the bed, his hands planted in front of him as he awaits your approval.

When you nod in the midst of a whimper, he crawls onto your bed onto your other side, drawing your many blankets back as he makes himself comfortable next to you. When he opens his arms wide, you immediately go to fill the space between them.

“Oh, wait!” He pauses your advance to pull his hoodie off, shaking his head to re-adjust his black and silver curls. “Don’t want tear stains on this hoodie yet…” He sighs after removing it, revealing a fitted black tee. He then grabs you and yanks you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around your body, his hand smoothing over your hair.

You cry. You wail. You cling to Bokuto’s shirt as you press further against his chest, seeking some sort of relief for the burning sharp pain in your chest that seemed to be eating away at your lungs and heart.

“I’m here.” he sounds calm as he adjusts his arm around your back. You can feel his eyes zeroed in on the top of your head. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he responds, with no reaction apparent in his voice. He just holds you instead, his strong fingers mindlessly rubbing circles into your back, his hold on you tight enough that you feel secure for the first time in a long long time. While you had only learned about your boyfriend’s infidelity a few hours prior, the cracks in your relationship had taken a toll on you for a while. You’d never acknowledged it out loud or even to yourself. You dwell on those feelings while five minutes elapse.

“... now I want to talk about it.”

“Okay!”

...There’s not much to say. Or at least, you didn’t really know how to. “I’m just so hurt, Kou. We’d been dating for a while and, we, we were so happy for so long, and he didn’t seem like a cheater.” You think about what you’re really trying to say. “I didn’t see this coming… I just, I thought I knew him.”

A few moments go by. “I guess you didn’t.” Ouch. You flinch, clinging onto his shirt tighter as you feel the pain resurge in your chest. Bo was never one to sugar coat, now that you thought about it. And you questioned why you’d decided to talk it out with him.

“But now that he’s shown his true colors, you know he doesn’t deserve to be with you, right?” He’s softer with the way he speaks now. “It’ll take a while to feel better, but you’ll heal and you’ll be better than ever. And then you can find a bigger and better boyfriend to take care of you. Upgrades!”

Now you remember why you came to him. When it came to moments like these, Bokuto was reliable. With the exception of games and his own ‘emo mode,’ he’s always been pretty resilient and optimistic when it came to the problems of his friends. You’ve found that consistency can really be grounding.

“Mm, I guess so…” you finally look up at Bokuto, whose chest you’ve just been buried in for the duration of this conversation. He looked back down at you and gave you a bright eyed, genuine smile. You really couldn’t help but smile back a bit. His hands press down onto your back, pulling you closer.

“I know you won’t believe me now. And that’s okay. But you’ll see what I mean very soon.”

While you marinate on his words, you nuzzle against his chest. Before you dated your boyfriend, you used to cuddle with Bokuto often. You obviously both stopped to respect boundaries once you entered your relationship, but the gentleness of the embrace worked to calm the sadness in your chest.

You didn’t realize it, but you hadn’t been spending time with Bokuto all that much anymore.

You missed him. Sighing out as your sadness wanes, you call out to him.

“Kou…”

“Yes!”

“I wanna pop his tires.” Now the anger and resent started to emerge. Not that you would actually do anything - but the sentiment was there.

“I don’t think you should do that.”

“I wanna beat him to a pulp.”

“Kuroo would do that for you.”

“I wanna get back at him.”

“Kenma does too.”

The thought of your friends from Nekoma being upset on your behalf made you feel a momentary relief, and you’re sure you’ll appreciate it a few days from now as well.

“You told them?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I guess I should have asked you for permission first. But I was… angry. And I want to know that we all agreed he’s shitty. We all agree it's him, not you.” You really needed to hear that. “So you don’t have to do any of that. He’s not worth any more of your time. What is it that you really want? Like, right now.” His big owl eyes glow as he searches your eyes for genuine answers.

You pause. “I want ice cream.”

He laughs his big resonant laugh. You feel it throughout your body, still pressed against his. “Akaashi is bringing some. He’ll be here soon.” Being with Akaashi and Bokuto was definitely what you needed right now and you’re thankful they’re aware of it.

“So till then, is there anything else you want?” Bokuto croons. You take a moment to look up at him again. His hair was still wet, wavy and falling into his face. His gold eyes shimmered in the dark, and his face was relaxed.

“Can you hold me tighter?” Tears start to form in your eyes again as a second wave of sadness comes over you.

“Mhm. I gotchu.” With that, Bokuto rewraps his arms around you, adjusting his hold. “Oh wait! Put this on first.” Bokuto sits you up and pulls the hoodie he removed earlier over your head. “You can keep it. There are no tear marks! And it's super warm. It’s one of my favorites.”

That’s why he didn’t want me to cry on it huh. He’s thoughtful in a pure way, as you’d come to learn.

“And bring Momo up here. We can squish him in cuddles, too.” And so you pull the hood of Bo’s black fleece hoodie over your head, you grab your stuffed cat Momo, and once again lay onto Bokuto’s chest under all your blankets together, finally watching some Netflix.

~ Fun fact: Bokuto wanted to nap so badly, but he refused to do so till you did.

AGGHHH lemme know what you think! I know Kenma's was short - this was my first time writing for him so I hope the characterization was right. Please let me know!

None of these (in this post) are based of my personal experiences.

Personally I like to interpret Bokuto's as one sided pining (for now) and Akaashi's and Kenma's as mutual pining, but I think they all should work platonically. The only stretch is Bokuto's if you think that cuddling cannot be platonic.

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Pitch: The Adventures of Danger Rabbit- Chapter 2 Friendly Friendly (part 2)

By the time I got BJ home, it was getting late. With it being the weekend, I knew Dad wouldn't mind my staying out a little longer, but it's not like I could walk any faster. I spent a long while trekking from one side of town to the other. BJ and her family stayed in West Point while Wes lived down the street from me in Opic on the east side of town.

Creatures were normal in everyday life, but it was always like wandering into another world when I got to visit Wesson's house. His family had a home with doors, windows, and walls, but those were the only normality's clearly present. Of course, a family of satyrs lived differently from a family of humans. Their house appeared to be carved from a single dark wood tree with bark strong enough to stand changing weather. Their plants grew like a garden on steroids. Sides of their walls were covered in vines, moss, and overgrowth. There were always wild animals like squirrels or raccoons in their bushes. Most satyrs were animal-loving, light-hearted, naturalist, so it made sense that they preferred to live in a place similar to the wilds of a forest. Even the inside of their house seemed similar to outdoors. The floors were a type of lush grass that imitated carpet. They had electricity and running water, but it was sparingly present throughout the house. I loved visiting Wes at his place. Hanging out in his room was like going camping without giving up WIFI.

When I made it to Wesson's place, he was waiting for me on the front porch. He let me inside and took me to his bedroom upstairs. His parents didn't own cars, so I wasn't sure whether or not we had the place to ourselves. Once inside his room, he shut the door behind us.

"You said you needed my ears for something," I asked while Wes jumped into his bed and laid in it stretching out while I took a seat across from him in a wooden chair at his desk.

"Yeah, man," he sat up before he continued. "So I have this snake in my wall," he said.

I'm sure there were several animals throughout his house, but how he spoke told me the snake was an irregularity.

"Why is there a snake in your wall?"

"It got out of its tank," he said as if he'd answered the implied question.

"Since when do you have a pet snake?"

"It's not mine. It's the schools."

"Why do you have the school's snake?"

"They were gonna cut him open in biology class."

"Ok..." I said, waiting for him to continue.

"Ms. Harper told me to bring him back, and if I don't, they'll expel me from school."

"There's only a week left in school, though."

"My dad won't care if it's one week or 10," he said.

Wesson's parents weren't strict by most standards. They let him go to school without wearing pants after all, but the standards magical creatures held their kids to in our town could often be high. Or so I was told.

"I've never hunted anything before," I said as we stood up.

"You can hear really well, though, can't you?"

"Yea, but you can talk to animals."

"I have to know where it is before I can talk him out. Come on, man, I'll owe you."

"Alright, Alright."

I didn't want to promise I'd find his snake when I still hadn't seen my pet rabbit after six years. Unsure of where to start, we both stood around waiting for me to do something. It felt awkward, but eventually, I did the only thing I could logically think of. I put my ear to a wall and tried to listen.

I usually tried to tune things out. Always hearing stuff at such a high level could be annoying, so in most situations, it was best not to focus on the noise around me. That may have been my first time legitimately using my ears like sonar. It was a little surprising how well it actually worked.

I could hear the sound of pipes first. The AC was the next thing to catch my attention before I started to notice things moving around. Every home had some amount of bugs in its walls, and some houses even had rats or birds that could go completely unnoticed. I had to tune everything out before I could focus and make out the sound of slithering. I followed the sound throughout the housekeeping, my ear to the wall. Wes stayed behind me, watching me work. He tried to be supportive but couldn't follow how I was making progress well enough to know when actually to cheer or stay silent. After a while, we ended up in the hallway outside of Wesson's bedroom. I took my ear from the wall and held my hand to the spot the snake was resting.

"It's here," I said

"It's there?"

"Yea."

"Ok, watch out," he said as he moved me out of the way.

"What are you gonna do," I asked, but I received my answer just as quickly.

Without any hesitation, Wes punched a hole in the wall. It wasn't my place to tell him what not to do in his home, but I was pretty sure no one's parents would be happy to come home to holes in the wall.

"Wes," I said, still shocked at how reckless my friend was. I laughed, but I was concerned.

"Don't worry, the house is made of living wood, it'll fix itself," he said as he reached his hand through the hole and dug around.

"If you say so," I replied while I watched.

He must have found it because he started speaking in some language that mimicked snake hissing. Before long, he pulled the scaled creature out and held it around his arm.

"Thanks, man," he said as he turned to me.

"Any time."

He tried to hug me, and I might have let him, if not for the snake jumping from his arm and biting me. I should have seen it coming; of course, a snake would see a man-sized rabbit and think, "that's my next meal." It wasn't venomous, but it was big. As it sank its fangs into the palm of my hand, I thought for sure it was going to come off.

"Shit," I exclaimed as I threw the green reptile away.

Wes scolded the snake as if it were a child while I held my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. That's when I heard Wesson's mom yell up at us, "boys." So they were home. Wes put the snake away in his room before walking me to the bathroom and helping me clean and wrap my hand. He thought it was funny.

"I hope they cut that thing open twice," I said.

"He didn't mean anything by it."

"It was going to eat me."

"Harold was not going to eat you."

"You named the snake!?"

"No... he already had a name."

I couldn't help but crack up. I was still pissed about my hand, but the way Wes was with animals was nothing short of endearing if not adorable.

"Sorry about the jacket," I said, noticing I ruined it with my bloodstains.

It's a good thing it wasn't his usual jacket. He always wore the same hoodie I got him a couple of years back for his birthday. Come to think of it; I don't think he wore clothes before I got him that jacket.

"It's cool, man. You mind if I take it off?"

"You know I can see your dick every time you stand up or stretch, don't you," I replied in a joking tone, but I was serious to some degree.

His fur usually acted as covering enough to forget he didn't wear anything below the belt, but sometimes things would slip through or be easier to notice depending on how he stood or walked.

"Sorry, nature endowed me so well my natural coat can't hide it all."

He shed the extra layer, and for a moment, I couldn't help but realize we were sitting in a bathroom together. He was naked aside from his fur, and we were basically holding hands while he helped me with the bandages. I didn't mean to spaz out, but I yanked my hand away to finish wrapping up on my own. I don't think he was bothered by it, but he must have noticed the unusual tension sitting in the air because he broke the silence. Satyrs had a reputation for being very sexual creatures. You couldn't look them up online without finding porn or stories of sexual exploits. Wes never tried anything with me, and we were friends, but knowing what he was, I figured it was best to avoid provoking any of his natural instincts. I felt a little racist for thinking Wes would be so stereotypically sexually charged that he'd suddenly do something like that, but it was better to be safe than awkwardly sorry, in my opinion.

"What were you and Bug Burner talking about earlier?"

"BJ wants me to apply for a magician's internship with her," I said while we left the bathroom together.

"I thought you hated magic," he said.

"I hate being a rabbit."

"But rabbits are cool."

"No one wants to fuck a rabbit," I joked.

We went back to his room. I stood by the window looking through it up at what might have been stars or satellites. My dad had to have made it home from work by then.

Wes came and stood by my side before asking, "Is that why you're doing the internship?"

"I don't know if I'm doing it yet. BJ said even if we apply, there's no guarantee we'll get in."

That tension was still present, less dense, but still floating around. I didn't think a jacket mattered much when Wes never wore pants, but it made a difference. With his chest and abs out, he was more naked than usual, and I'm not sure how I felt about it.

"For what it's worth, I hope you don't. There's this festival coming up in a few weeks. It's supposed to be one of the longest ever held, and if my parents let me go, I was thinking maybe you could come too."

"What kind of festival?"

"STR," he said as he left my side to find the laptop on his desk. He pulled up a website with information and brought it to me. The first thing I noticed was the lack of humans in all the advertising pictures.

"Isn't that a magical creature type thing?"

"Which we both are," he said, taking a seat in his wooden chair while I leaned my back against his bedroom window.

"I'm not," I said.

"No one would know unless we told them, and if you're trying to get some action, maybe you'll have better luck if you're open to more than human options,” Wes added.

"You mean date an elf, or a troll?"

"Or a satyr."

"Maybe," I said with a grin, "but let's worry about getting the snake back to school first."

#story #magic #anthropomorphic #rabbit #snakebites #original character #original content #satyr character #lgbtq

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 7 years

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Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.

“Hello?” You said quietly.

“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.

“Uh... yeah, why?” You asked.

“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.

“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.

“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.

Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?

“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.

“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.

You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.

Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.

You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.

Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.

Harry Styles.

Shit.

Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.

If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.

You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.

This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.

“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.

“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.

“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.

“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.

With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.

Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.

She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.

“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.

You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.

“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something... that’s fine,” you told him.

“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.

“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.

“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.

When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.

You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.

“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”

“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.

“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.

“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”

“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”

“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.

“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.

“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.

“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.

“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.

“True,” you nodded.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.

Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.

“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”

“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.

You nodded with a laugh.

About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.

“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”

“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.

“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.

“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.

“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.

“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.

That came out of the fucking blue.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”

“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you sighed.

“No, no, I understand,” he said.

“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there... “ he suggested.

“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.

“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.

You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.

“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”

“Sure, sounds great,” you said.

The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.

Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch?

Honestly, whatever the reason didn't matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot.

When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you.

“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway.

“No problem,” he said.

You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water.

“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you.

“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head.

“Neither do I,” Harry laughed.

You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,”

“We can do that,” Nick smirked.

“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked.

“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered.

“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked.

“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged.

“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked.

“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed.

“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?”

“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed.

“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked.

“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged.

“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you.

“I hope so,” you smiled.

After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.

“Are you sure?” You said.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk.

You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s.

Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars.

“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car.

“Do what?” You asked confused.

“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?”

“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.”

“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?”

“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier...” you said.

“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public...”

Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.”

He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back.

“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said.

“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled.

“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked.

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said.

“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave.

“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars.

He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile.

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