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factual-fantasy · 2 months

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19 Asks! :00 Thank you! :DD 🧁

And now you see my frustration and lack of patience. <XDD

Its the easiest to follow boundary that I can think of. Yet people still wanna fuss about it and send me horrible messages and run me down. Calling me selfish, ungrateful, spoiled.. Its exhausting. :( 💔

Sorry, I don't take requests. :/

Do beasts like that exist in the game?? :00 Dang, that's spooky-

Well, I imagine that Seafoam, Octo, Louis and any other tough guy on the ship would go down there and weed it out. Dragging it up onto the deck so that Blue Beauty could snatch it and dispose if it however she needed to <XDD 💀

I must specify that my cookie run characters are not in "my version" of the world- <:0 as in I didn't create the world they live in and how it works-

These cookie characters are fan OCs for an existing game! And note, its a game that I know next to nothing about! <:( I only researched enough to make characters that might fit into that universe somewhat realistically,, other than that, I've got nothing! :(

So about a pirate community being led by a King or Queen of some other chocolate brands..?.. aaaaaa I have no idea! <:0 Its not my world! Does it fit? I don't know.. Sorry.. :(((

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you <:) but hey, I have high hopes that this trial will end within the next few weeks! :D ..I really hope it will :')

@neo-metalscottic

:DD No problem! While I am spending an unfortunate amount of my time just lounging around trying to feel better.. I at least want to get around to answering asks! Its darn near my favorite part of running this blog after all! <XDD

When it comes to the Commander, he is not meant to have any fancy powers like in the movie or from Kamek. Magic in my universe is meant to be a very complicated practice. Something that would take years of studying and training to perfect. At least to the level where it can be used reliably in combat.. What I mean by this, is I don't think there's any magic related tricks that the Commander could "pick up" or be taught.. Magic also has everything to do with a magikoopa's gem staff thing, soo... <://

Though I suppose that the "superspeed flight" and the "self destruct" aspect could be incorporated into the Blue Parakoopa species somehow.. Perhaps due to the shape of their winds and flying styles, they could be incredibly fast. And Since they are so big and sturdy, perhaps they have been known to rocket towards their enemy and come crashing down onto/into them with all their might. Completely obliterating what ever they happen to hit. Like an explosion! XD Hmm.. I might just adopt that XDD Thanks for the idea!

Also he might make for a decent sparring partner if he was asked to do so! :0 though that's not his primary job..

As for Larry, unfortunately I've thought about him the least amongst the Koopalings. :((( Though I do intend to keep his star mark somehow.. and I didn't know about the music thing! :0 My Larry definitely wouldn't be a DJ, but I could certainly add an interest in music into his character! :0 Sounds like you kind'a built a bit of Larry for me! XD

@kaylee4509

Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear it! :DD And "like spam", XDD there's no such thing on my blog! I consider it a huge compliment! :DD

@ripchaos69

:DD Thank you very much!! I'm glad you like what I've made!! :}} ✨💖✨

Me neither man, me neither. If someone else had set a boundary like that I would just drop it no questions asked. I don't get why its so hard for others to do the same.. and its such a small and simple boundary at that. It just baffles me, it really does. :'((

@petra-creat0r

I always knew/assumed that's why people harp on me so much about it. "All other artists like it. So why don't you like it? You make no sense."

I understand how everyone else sees it, but even then I wish people would get the message and just leave me alone about it. You know?

When I set a boundary, don't come into my ask box and question me about it. Don't start criticizing me or send me death threats or call me selfish and ungrateful. As has happened before..

Just read the boundary, "please do not make fanart of any kind for me" and then leave it/me alone. Its all I ask. :( I promise I would/will do the same for you, 💖

Thank you for the kind message and support, it really means a lot <:}

I'm doing by best every day to heal and work on myself as much as I can. I'm hoping to see improvements soon! <:}

@jennifergacha

Sorry, I don't take requests. But it sounds like you already have a good idea goin. Why not give it a go yourself? :0

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means the world!! :}} 💖

I have not :( I've seen and heard wonderful things about it though! No doubt its an awesome show :}}

@littlelightfish

WAAHAHAGG THANK YOU!! :DDD Nothing means more to me than to see people so passionate about my original characters! My ORIGINAL! CHARACTERS!! 😭😭💖💖💖 IM SO HONORED!!

XDD No no don't worry! You're fine! :}

Now, I do advise that people don't shove headcannons onto my charaters- BUT! I say this because in the past people have shipped my original characters together and have put mental illness and sexuality headcannons on themm.. which is just not ok. It made me super uncomfortable and should be a no brainer. Don't do that with peoples personal characters unless they say they are ok with it-

But this is a bit different, taking what I've already established and just gushing about it/digging into it a little deeper is alright! Honestly its such an honor! :DD It makes me very happi :}}} 💖💖

@jayden-for-now

@komikudikentalendo

:(( I been goin through it ngl. But I'm sure in a few weeks and maybe after I get a couple good rainy days under my belt? I'll be back to my old squiggly self :}

@beryl-shade (First link/video in question) (Second link/video in question)

I like to look at my cookie crew through more "serious" glasses. I don't think they ever would be involved in a coordinated musical number..

But even if they were, I'm not too sure how they'd react/feel.. :( I know Octo and Spidercrab wouldn't be having a good time though, that's for sure! XDD

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lilystyles · 10 months

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one of us.

part six of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx

authors note part six yay...drama awaits

brief description karaoke night leads to a run in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do.

warnings! alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, angst, drama. around 5.3k words angels.

inexperienced!fwb!reader x fwb!harry

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Daisy called Y/n up Thursday morning while walking to a lecture that she was not particularly excited to attend. She always felt like she had aged ten years when she stepped out of the lecture theatre. The tune of her ringtone played in her headphones as she felt the Spring wind hit her face. The weather was getting warmer but the mornings were still very chilly in London.

She hit answer instantly without checking who it was. It was likely either Harry, her mum, or Daisy.

“Y/n!” Chirped Daisy into the phone.

“Hi, Babe.” Said Y/n calmly into the phone, startled by Daisy’s excitement.

Daisy was a bartender, who owned her own small business on the side, she made handmade clothes. So Y/n was surprised that Daisy was calling her at nine in the morning, she usually worked nights and slept all throughout the day and even then she was busy with sewing and screen printing when she was awake.

“I was going to wait until I see you, but I can’t!!” She sounded completely ecstatic.

Y/n pinched her brows as she grinned at her friend’s utter excitement, “What?! What?! Spit it out, Mate!”

“James!” She cried and Y/n could only assume it was one of three things. They are moving in together, she’s pregnant, or James finally popped the question. She didn’t know if it was the latter, maybe all three. James was that kind of guy, he acted quickly and on impulse but when it came to Daisy he was more calculated he cared too much to do that.

“James?” Y/n asked walking towards the small coffee stand that was in the middle of the courtyard. She needed a very large latte to get through this lecture. Maybe even a cookie, they made this really good pistachio and macadamia nut one, and she loved it so much she had to put a ban on buying one every day because it was draining her bank account.

“He wants to marry me!!” Daisy cheered, and Y/n could imagine her arms up in the air as she ran around in her pyjamas.

Y/n made a sound of excitement and the group of people in front of her turned around and looked at her with a judging look, but Y/n did not care!

“No way!” She gasped, stopping herself from jumping up and down too. “Fucking finally!” She cheered into the phone, a big cheek-splitting grin coming across her face. They’d been together since fucking preschool.

“We are going out to a karaoke bar tonight, I’ve invited everyone to surprise them, so you don’t know act surprised. But I just had to tell you! Can you make it? 8:30 Lan Kwai Fong?”

Y/n had an assignment to do but she thought fuck it, James and Daisy were getting married! Her best friends were getting married! Finally! She was so happy for them and if she did a chunk of this essay right now it would be fine.

“I’m there. See you tonight. Congratulations, Baby!”

“Bye, love you!” Daisy chirped.

“Love you, too.” Y/n finished and hung up, she was finally at the front of the line and she ordered her latte and cookie before quickly grabbing it from the redheaded barista and rushing off to her class.

She was five minutes late so she came in through the back looking for her only friend in the class and his long brown hair. She hoped he was here, she wanted to ask him about the exam next week and she felt like she hadn’t seen him in forever.

She saw him instantly and sat down beside him, he looked up with a smile.

“Y/n, hey.” Said Mitch softly, his hair was tied up today and he was in a One Direction shirt which made Y/n giggle to herself, no one knew she knew Harry Styles except mega fans (she knew the boys too!). It was like her little secret.

Y/n handed him one of the two cups in her hand.

“Cinnamon soy.” She whispered as she opened her laptop eyes moving ahead to the boring professor who was sitting down at his desk speaking about god knows what. This class just gave her extra points towards her degree, which meant she finished quicker. Mitch was in an entirely different degree and was taking it as a prerequisite for another class. They met back in first year, study buddies.

Mitch patted her shoulder, a smile cracking on his normally stoic face. “You’re a gem, Mate.”

Y/n practically fell asleep during the next few hours but she managed to get her essay finished, all she had to do was edit now. She was very happy with that. At the end of the lecture, Mitch was telling her something about his girlfriend Sarah having a house party and that she was welcome to come swing by, it was next week.

She told Mitch she would text him, and they both rushed off with a hug goodbye and Y/n to the train that took her home to Harry’s. Her headphones were blaring Taylor Swift as she made a mental to make sure to get off at the shops so she could buy some lunch for Harry, he was busy as a bee with his new Album and since their weekend away their schedules had suddenly filled keeping them apart. She wanted to see him even if it was just over some sandwiches on his living room floor, his company vastly improved her days. And since her Uni work was done basically, she had time to see him now.

As her mind dazed off it was no time before she was at her stop and she snapped out of her daydreams.

Her heavy backpack weighed on her as she walked into the supermarket. She decided on making her version of a fast food sandwich. She grabbed meats and ingredients for salads and even got Harry this box of tea that had a little bear on the front, it was strawberry flavour which she’d never tried, the bear just reminded her of Harry. He had a pink shirt with one on the front just like it.

After she got everything she needed she caught a bus to his place, which had become a bit of a routine now. It didn’t take her long to get there, the weight of all these bags had her shoulders aching but she would carry a bolder uphill to please Harry, so what was a little groceries on a five-minute walk?

She hit the security buzzer by his fence and Harry let her in instantly. The gates opened and he stepped out of his front door with a look of surprise on his face. He was in pyjama pants and a small shirt that had a bunny rabbit on it. It showed a sliver of his tummy. His hair was up in a little top knot and she could tell he was in full work mode.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He asked with a big grin when she was close enough to hear.

Y/n shrugged at him with a big smile on her face. “Missed you, H. I come bearing gifts.” She lifted the bags in show, “I’m gonna make us lunch.”

He pulled her into his arms and took the heavy bags from her arms before pecking her lips in greeting.

“You are a goddess. I’m so hungry.” He smiled as they walked inside.

Y/n took off her layers and boots as she walked into the kitchen following after him. The living room had three of his guitars strewn out and the book he used to write, along with loose pages scattered everywhere.

Sometimes he’d pull that little book out while they were in bed and he would try and write out how beautiful her blissed-out face was post orgasm in words, or in the morning when she met his gaze, he’d quickly grab the pink thick and full book and scribble something that he never let her read.

He said she’d have to wait and listen until his new album was out. The fact that some of his songs might’ve been about her gave her a rush of energy and smittenness towards him. She never thought a boy would write a song about her, especially Harry!

She began to make the sandwiches so he could sit and tell her about his day so far, he watched her dreamily speaking slowly and lazily as he usually did.

He interrupted himself, “You look beautiful today, Y/n.”

She blushed, her movements stuttering as she shook her head. She had messy hair that needed a wash, smudged lipstick and a pair of loose jeans and a jumper that actually belonged to him on. Harry had a way of making her feel completely flustered, like she was in a floor length gown when she was really just in lazy sloppy stained clothes. But to him, she practically was.

“Harry, do you do that just to make me lose my mind, or what?”

He giggled. “Well, partly, but it’s like an itch I’ve got to scratch. I simply must tell you. Like when you look at a pretty sunset, you can’t help but take a photo or tell everyone to come and admire it’s beauty.”

She rolled her eyes, a warmth filling her belly. “Sap.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, H. I just….feel speechless when you say things like that.”

Harry grabbed her hand from across the bench and squeezed it.

They enjoyed their sandwiches with some of the bear tea which Harry said he liked, and they watched a few episodes of Friends because that was Harry’s favourite show. It was becoming normal for them to do this sort of thing. Y/n then asked hopefully if he would come tonight.

He said he would be able to if he got back to it after the next episode. Y/n was glad to hear that.

“Do you want to use my study it’s soundproof, you can do some Uni work or even take a nap, Petal. You look sleepy. Got much Uni to do?” He didn’t want her to go, even if he was busy. He liked knowing she was pottering about. She began treating his home much like her own and he was happy. He loved finding things of Y/n’s here and there, and her scent on his sheets. Or even a strand of her hair on his jumper.

She sighed at the thought of a nap and longed for a short one. “Oh, I’m so getting into your bed.” Wondering why she hadn’t thought of that earlier, he smiled amusedly and kissed the top of her head.

They finished the episode and then Y/n left him to go sleep in his bed. She turned on the fancy diffuser he had in his room, putting in a lavender-scented oil. He’d told her one day it was one he used before sleep, usually when she wasn’t there to aid him with her soft scent and touch. She shut the curtains too to block out any light and stripped out of her clothes and slid inside his cool silky sheets. Her bare skin felt so cosy against the warmth of his bed.

She shut her eyes and when she woke up an hour and a half later she was surprised she had slept with such ease. She hadn’t realised how tired she was. She thought it was probably because Harry’s house and room were such a comfort to her now. The musky smell of his natural odour clung to the sheets, something that was just Harry — she loved it, and wasn’t something that was easily washed away. The fact she could hear him doing his thing downstairs and talking made the perfect white noise.

The soft pillow he slept on each night was like a cloud and the hum of the diffusor was calming to her.

Her small rest was needed, and made her feel much perkier, she sat up groggily, still feeling slightly asleep and confused. She grabbed her phone to check the time. She rubbed her eyes softly getting up so she could go home and get ready. She told Harry she’d meet him there tonight, because she needed her clothes and makeup, and wanted to wash her hair. When she told him she’d get the train home he refused and got his driver to take her back home. He was always like that.

He gave her a kiss on her head goodbye and told her he’d see her tonight. She smiled brightly, and he gave her one back.

On the twenty-minute drive home, she felt like a politician or something. Or royalty even, like that scene in Princess Diaries when Mia’s grandma shows up.

The driver’s name was Brad, and he was also Harry’s bodyguard. Nice, but quiet and professional. The windows were tinted so darkly, and it was such a fancy car. It had snacks, a TV, and champagne. Not that Y/n needed any of that, the drive was fairly quick and she wasn’t a rockstar on her way to perform. She was just going home.

When the car pulled up outside her apartment building she thanked Brad kindly and told him to have a good evening, and she stepped out the air was damp and smelt of rain and walked upstairs and into her apartment. She had been here all week instead of at Harry’s, stewing in her mess rather than his luxury, because she’d been busy working on Uni assignments and exams. She decided to clean since she had a few hours to kill until tonight. The pile of dirty clothes in her laundry was starting to grow eyes and a personality now and she really did not want to clean it. She started organising into piles of whites, blacks, delicates and others.

As she waited for all her laundry to be done she contemplated finally asking Harry out for real, she was sitting on top of her dodgy washing machine that tended to shake so much it fell on its side if there wasn’t enough weight on top of it. It was annoying, but she honestly couldn’t afford a new one.

She stared off mindlessly at the tiled walls of her small laundry room, imagining him as her boyfriend, what would it be like to date him officially? Would much change? He acted pretty lovely already.

They had wonderful and passionate sex, he took her to dinners and fun places, dates, and every little thing in-between. I mean, isn’t that what a boyfriend does? She’d ask any of her friends for advice if it wasn’t Harry Styles she was with and on top of that Haz her childhood friend who she hoped would not mess up the group because of their ‘relationship’. She didn’t know what her friends would say about it, and she really didn’t want to disappoint them. At Uni she had a few mates like Sarah, Mitch and Adam, but she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt she stopped her childhood circle of friends from being normal. It was not that she didn’t trust them either, just that she knew how important privacy was between them. Nothing was private when you were famous, or knew a famous person. Also, she didn’t want Harry to find out about how she felt, what if he really only wanted sex like they had agreed on?

She also kind of wished, even if it would hurt her feelings, that she could ask an ex-fling of his. Was he just a romantic? Or was he different with her compared to the rest?

The whole thing was a mindfuck, so she liked to pretend it wasn’t something to worry about. But the weight of it was beginning to get her down. As she made it to the final task on her list of mopping her hardwood floors and having mulled over the whole thing for about an hour, she decided that tonight she’d test the waters. Mention something about them, and bring it up. Just to see how he would react to the idea, and then reevaluate from there.

By the time she’d hung her laundry out on her balcony pegging it to a wire, she realised it was already dark and that she needed to go get ready for tonight.

She made a light dinner for herself of a grilled cheese with tomatoes on too, and a cup of juice. She ate slowly enjoying the taste, and she heard the familiar sound of heavy downfall rain landing on her roof outside. Ah, London, always raining when Y/n felt herself overthinking! That was a lot, clearly. She hoped her laundry would dry eventually.

She finally finished and got up to wash the hair that was now greasier than ever, and clean the day off of her skin. After she got out feeling warm and clean, she was happy she could take her time styling her hair in her favourite way for going out and doing her skincare. As she applied the fancy mosturiser Harry had given her as a gift to her face and neck she basked in the floral and gentle smell. She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through her damp hair before drying and combing it.

She didn’t know what to wear now that it was raining. Lan Kwai Fong was a karaoke bar, and it was always so hot inside. But the air was chilly and damp now, so she decided to wear something with a few layers. She picked out her favourite jeans they were flared at the bottoms and rested lowly on her hips showing the top of her tattoo, a cute blouse that was red and black with floral designs on it, it was lacey. For shoes, she decided to wear black heeled boots that were leather and could handle the rain, and over the top, she wore a long black faux fur coat. It was warm, and she was happy with that. For jewellery, she wore her usual gold rings, necklace, earrings, and a few bangles. She’d found the ring that matched Harry’s necklace and slipped it on.

She applied makeup that accented her features and chose reddish lipstick to match her shirt. She felt pretty and was excited to go out and celebrate, though she had a slight pinch of anxiety in her tummy she brushed it off thinking good thoughts, and after all, it was just Harry. She knew that boy, he was just Harry from the end of the street. Not some wild sexy rockstar who was untouchable. Despite it all, Harry was still her old friend.

When her taxi arrived at the bar she was excited and could already see Daisy waiting out the front under James’ arm. Y/n rushed over sprinting into both of their arms and jumping up and down in pure childlike excitement.

“Congratulations!” She cheered loudly with a giggle, before settling down when she saw Finnley, Olive, Penny, and Michael all in tow. She knew it was a surprised, and instantly acted as she normally would.

She jumped at hearing the rumble of a voice behind her neck, hairs standing at the gentle vibration.

“Hey, guys,” Said the familiar slow drawl of Harry. He rested closely behind her. He squeezed her hip in a hello before hugging everyone else and then finally her, wanting to act normal. They’d always been fairly touchy.

“Hey stranger, how you been?” She said acting as if it had been the same time away from him as everyone else. He smiled knowingly.

“Not too bad, Pet,”

She smiled and all of them walked inside. Harry stayed close by her side and they made their way into a room that had a little stage and seats. Everyone placed their bags and coats down and left to get drinks. Harry and Y/n both decided to have some mojitos tonight and kick back a little. Harry was talking to the group about his work and his day, of songwriting and composing. Y/n acted like she hadn’t known that and asked questions, Harry appreciated her acting. He asked about Uni even though he already knew and then the conversation finally shifted to the real reason they were all here.

James grabbed Daisy from beside Olive and they stood up before them. Daisy leaned into his side and held his hip under his shirt. “We are getting married!” She blurted out excitedly showing her hand and the ring that rested there. It was an antique snake ring made of gold with diamonds. Very Daisy.

Y/n squealed excitedly and everyone erupted with cheers. Daisy and James then began to discuss details about when and where, and the plan. Daisy was talking about the dress she wanted to the girls and the boys were discussing how James had popped the question. It was nice. The first one of them to get married, wow. They were growing up!

The night was perfect, it was just like always; fun, lighthearted, full of drinks and laughs. Memories fluttered through the voices of such familiar faces, and Y/n felt a sense of home. Harry had barely left her side all night he remained close by and they danced every few songs, goofily twirling or doing horrible moves on purpose. Her tummy hurt from laughing so hard.

When it finally came time for Y/n to sing up there like the others she wasn’t keen. So Harry put on a favourite of hers she simply couldn’t refuse. It was One Of Us by ABBA. Harry had a very specific memory of the pair of them singing it in his bedroom once. He always tied that song to her and that night in his bedroom.

Harry and Y/n were hiding up in his room from their mothers who were having one too many wines downstairs with other parents from the neighbourhood, it was Easter long weekend. The pair of them had gotten sick of socialising and talking about what their plans were after school, they were only halfway through their final year of school and had already been asked too many times to count.

Y/n flopped onto his bed with a sigh grabbing his favourite turtle pillow, Terry, and scooped the stuffed animal into her arms. They always hid up here when they were sick of the adults. Harry sat on a beanbag by his CD player watching her. He always watched her, eyes never shying away from her face which always brought a radiance of heat to her skin.

She looked cute. She was in a pink floral dress, it was long and she had paired it with her favourite pastel yellow cardigan. Her hair was styled into two plaits with ribbons. She looked rather angelic.

She was mumbling a complaint about how she had no bloody idea who she wanted to be when she grew up, and how she didn’t think that was such a bad thing. Harry could only nod in agreement.

She looked at his tall shelf of CDs and sighed. “Put some ABBA on, they always make everything better.”

So he did.

The track played as background noise for a while as they talked, Harry told her of his aspirations to sing and she told him of her aspirations to be happy and content. Eventually, it finally hit one of her favourites, One Of Us, she gasped.

“Turn it up!”

He obeyed turning to the dial louder. She stood up on his bed still holding Terry, and began to sing and jump on the bed. For an eighteen-year-old, she felt like a kid sometimes. As she began to belt the lyrics very off-key, Harry covered his ears playfully and she stopped jumping.

“Hey, you try jumping and singing then!” She said and Harry took that as a challenge. He toed his shoes off and joined her placing his hands in hers and began to jump with him as they belted the lyrics between laughs.

Harry’s voice was soft and nice on her ears so she shut her lips just so she could hear him louder, and she wished she could just listen to him for hours. She was almost certain he would be someone one day.

When the song ended they flopped down on his squeaky bed with a laugh, backs pressing into the soft springy mattress. Then Gemma came in and made a complaint about Anne dancing.

Y/n and Harry sat up and then followed her downstairs. Somehow Y/n’s mother convinced them to get into a photo. ‘All grown up! Our babies!’.

The photo was in Y/n’s childhood bedroom back home. Harry’s hand was on her waist and Y/n leaned into him smiling, Harry was laughing in the photo Y/n couldn’t remember about what.

Harry slid her under his arm and gave her her own microphone, neither needed to look at the lyrics on the screen and as she sang and acted out the scenes she imagined went with the song. She was back in Harry’s house when the chorus hit.

He seemed to have gone back to then too. They smiled at each other knowingly. He was very close to her, their noses touching as she dragged her fingers down his chest seductively. The song was slower more dramatic so they acted out as if they felt that feeling.

Neither had noticed the flash of phones or cameras until the chorus when they turned to face their friends. Unfamiliar faces stared back at them, and Harry’s brows pinched.

Fans? Drunken people? The latter it seemed.

Y/n continued to sing into the microphone but Harry slightly deterred, stepping back from her. He didn’t mind if it was fans, but it was a private room. He really didn’t want this night to become about him. That night was about Daisy and James.

Y/n was suddenly aware of the way she had been touching him and pulled her hands away from his warmth.

When the song ended they both got off stage and Harry was swarmed. People called his name, asking for pictures and Y/n was surprised when one of them asked if she was Y/n.

Y/n frowned. How did they know? She nodded.

“Hi.”

Someone even asked to take a picture with her and in her bewildered state she let them. Harry noticed and frowned, this wasn’t what he wanted.

“I’m really sorry, guys, but this s’a private event. And m’ with my friends. I can’t take that many pictures, and I would appreciate it if you respected that.” He tried to explain. The fans were pushy and Harry tried again. Y/n didn’t know what to do, but he gave her a pleading look for her help. She snuck away, with ease, to the front door of the bar and told the bouncers the situation they walked to the room she pointed at and she went to the bathroom, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She leaned into the sink sighing deeply. It must be hard for Harry to live like this, they had nearly been spotted a few times and Y/n who kept little track of social media involving celebrities hadn’t noticed the few gossip pages that had photos of Harry with a mystery woman. Which was of course her. Harry hadn’t seen anyone else since Y/n had come to the forefront of his mind.

A paparazzi had taken one of them going to dinner in London to see Anne. It was just a photo of their interlocked hands. ‘Who is this mystery woman?’. Then another of the back of her body hidden in a coat getting in Harry’s car from that same night.

There was also a photo of Harry near her apartment walking titled ‘Harry seen leaving a friend’s house. A very pretty friend.’ That was on New Year’s Day.

Another photo was of the pair of them. It was that day they walked in the park hand in hand, Y/n swimming in his clothes. The title was called, ‘Harry on a Sunday stroll.’ It was the back of them. Miraculously Y/n’s identity had yet to be leaked. But Harry worried now that they would know. The fans had already taken photos and videos of them singing.

He had hidden all this drama from her. Not wanting to stress her out, and now he felt awful. He had ruined the night. For everyone, and Y/n would probably snap out of herself and realise now that he came with baggage.

When two large bouncers came in they realised the situation quickly and escorted the fans and people out from the room. Harry was grateful, that must’ve been Y/n. But where was she? When the room was quiet he apologised but his friends seemed to not mind too much but were grateful to be alone once more. Harry said he was going to the loo, but he was searching for Y/n.

When he left and walked down the hall hoping no one would recognise him, lost in thought and panic he felt a body bump into his.

“Sorr- Oh, hey, Petal. Yeh’ okay?”

Y/n was looking up at him already. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on top of her head. He whispered something about how he was sorry about all that, and Y/n was too focused on him to notice the photos being taken of them.

This time both their faces were visible in it. Due to their slightly intoxicated state, they were less aware of their surroundings and so Y/n pecked his jaw and red lipstick shade was left there. They went back into the booth and began to sing some more and brush off the incident trying to enjoy the rest of their night.

Daisy and Y/n sang a Fleetwood Mac song, and soon all ten of them were on the small stage shouting the words and laughing. Daisy was holding Y/n’s hand and Harry was holding Y/n’s hip and she felt so warm, safe, and comforted between them. They belted the words without microphones and giggled together. She felt so at home, they were her people.

James began to dance very badly and serenade Daisy and the stage was theirs now. Like they were actors from the actual Shakespearean time.

Romeo and Juliet by The Dire Straights played loudly over the speakers. That was their song. James fell to his knees dramatically and it reminded Y/n of that scene in Mamma Mia on the beach.

She and the others had a few more drinks and the night grew more blurry. At around one in the morning, they began to wrap up and were all on a high from the great news of their best friend’s engagement. The group walked together in each others’ warm touch and stumbled outside. A flash of blinding white lights hit their eyes startling them all.

Y/n leaned into the nearby touch of Harry the flash burning her retinas as she tried to figure out where she was. It was disorientating. But Harry was all too familiar with it. Loud voices asked questions.

“Is that the mystery girl?!”

“Who are you dating?”

“Is it any of these women?”

“Look at that lipstick stain! Is it from Y/n?”

How did they know her name? What mystery woman? Was Harry seeing other people?

Somehow James and Harry managed to get them out of the way so they could all get into their taxis. Harry didn’t get in beside her like she assumed he would, he just leaned into the window she rolled down handing her some money. “Get home safe, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

As he watched her car zoom off he bit his lip. Maybe it was time.

Weirdly as the car drove off Y/n felt tears prick in her eyes. What was happening?

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 7 months

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take me to church | choi san

We’re back with another San work bc he’s hot and I love him. Genres: fluff, religious differences (but not like in an angst way, it’s really all fluff) Warnings: reader jokes about dying. Heavy discussion of religion, specifically Catholicism. Characters attend mass and confession. Brief sacrilege? Idk they kiss in a cathedral, so if you are Catholic and that’s offensive to you, probably don’t read this. San has unbelievable rizz (needs a warning) and is sometimes a bit suggestive.

“It took you long enough,” you tease, looking up from your book at the handsome young man holding two coffee cups and waiting for you to notice him. “You’ve been staring at me for a good long time.”

He grins at this. “Can I sit down?” he asks you, offering you one of the cups.

You take it and sip gingerly. “How did you know?” you ask him suspiciously.

“‘Apple cider with a shot of cinnamon and caramel syrup, warmed for one and a half minutes instead of two’,” he recites. “How long have we both been coming here?”

“Well, I’ve been coming here a month,” you tell him. “I don’t know how long it’s been for you.”

“It’s been a month for me as well,” he says. “The first time I saw you was my first time here.”

“Really?” you ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, after that I just kind of decided it was my favorite,” he says, something wicked dancing in his eyes as he smiles at you.

You shake your head with a scoff at the audacity of this man. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says. “They have good coffee too.” He leans back in his seat and takes a sip.

You size him up -- broad shoulders and a well-muscled chest under a white henley shirt and puffy jacket to protect against the wintery cold, square jaw, high cheekbones, those dangerous brown eyes, and black hair styled up and off his forehead in a swooping Clark Kent-esque style -- and the verdict is easy. Gorgeous. But for one thing, you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing you feel that way. For another, you know his type. He has the air of the frat boys from college who threw ragers and took bets to see if they could get in your pants.

So you sip your drink again. “So, what’s your schtick? Tell me so we can stop wasting each other’s time.”

“Time spent enjoying yourself is never wasted,” he shoots back. “And I don’t have a schtick. I just want to get to know you better.” He seems unruffled by your aloofness, the hint of a smile still playing about his lips.

“There isn’t a lot to know,” you counter.

“Everyone says that, but it’s never true,” he says.

“How many other girls have you tried this approach on?” you ask him with narrowed eyes.

“Enough,” he allows with another smile. “Although this is the first time I’ve waited so long to make a move.”

“I’m flattered,” you deadpan. “Lost your nerve in your old age?”

“Maybe I learned the value of patience,” he says, undeterred.

You weren’t expecting him to keep up with you for this long, so you simply look at him for a moment. “You got a name?” you finally ask, and his smile grows wider.

“Choi San,” he says. “You?”

“No,” you reply lightly.

For the first time, he looks taken aback. “No, like, you don’t have a name?”

“No like I’m not going to give it to you. Yet.”

“Yet?” he complains. “Damn, you’re one tough cookie.”

“You have no idea,” you say. “Speaking of which, I have somewhere to be.”

“Let me join you,” he says immediately, standing as well.

“Oh, as much fun as that would be, I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” you tell him with a laugh, putting on your hat and coat and making for the exit of the coffee shop.

“Why not? Are you going to a doctor’s appointment or something?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply as you push open the door, shuddering against the cold air. “I have six months left to live.”

San’s eyes go wide before he realizes you’re messing with him. “You’re awful,” he chides, nearly running to keep up with your quick stride.

“And you’re persistent,” you say over your shoulder. “Seriously, I’m not going anywhere fun. You should go back inside where it’s warm. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Are you worried about me?” he asks with a teasing smile.

“Extremely. You seem very unhinged.” But you’re laughing at the way he’s dodging the crowd of people on the sidewalk walking the opposite direction so that he can keep sight of you, and this seems to spur him on. Even as San apologizes to an elderly group of women for colliding with them, there’s a determination in his eyes that makes your heart beat quicker than is strictly necessary.

“Oh, I am,” San retorts. “I need someone to take care of me.”

“Call your mother.”

“I would, but she lives in Korea.”

“Call a friend. Do you have any of those?”

“I have plenty, but there’s a very specific cure for my ailment that none of them can provide.”

You stop in your tracks and he nearly runs into you. “What do you want from me?” you ask, half annoyed, half impressed at all the smooth-talking.

“Your name, first,” he says. “And then maybe a phone number. That’s all. I swear.”

You consider him, biting back the thought that he looks even handsomer than normal because of the cool air tinging his cheeks pink and the sunlight in his eyes. “Tell you what,” you say. “You make it through this, and we can talk.”

San’s eyes follow your finger to where you’re pointing -- at a towering cathedral ornately decorated with statues of staring saints. He looks at you with wide eyes. “You’re a church girl?”

“Decidedly so, yes,” you say. “You sit through one mass and I’ll give you my phone number.”

He still doesn’t seem to be worried about any of this. “If I do confession, can I have a date?” he asks hopefully.

“I think if you do make confession, we’ll be in there so long we won’t have time for a date,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. “Now come on.”

He grins. “You already know me so well. Take me to church,” he says.

The other regulars in the congregation eye you and San with interest as San follows your lead, watching how you dip your fingers into the water at the entrance and then cross yourself. He tries, but ends up crossing himself the wrong way, and you have to stifle a giggle as the little old lady who sits up front gasps loudly.

San looks at you in alarm. “What did I do wrong?” he asks.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “She just has a spiritual gift for seeing when someone is trying way too hard to get someone’s number.”

He shakes his head and follows you into a pew. “How long have you been Catholic?” he asks in a whisper.

“Officially, I’m not,” you say. “But I’ve been coming to mass for about a year, ever since my grandmother died. She used to come twice every week. It’s been…comforting. I feel closer to her this way.”

A light of understanding moves across his features. “I see,” he says. “That’s a good way to honor her.”

You are amazed at the sudden tears that threaten to spill over in your eyes. “And you? Are you religious at all?” you ask as a distraction.

“Not really,” he whispers. “I sang in a church choir once, but that’s about it.”

He notices how your eyes light up. “Do you sing, then?” you ask with interest.

“Yeah, a bit,” he admits. “Why? Is that a dealbreaker?”

You laugh quietly. “No, not at all. I just didn’t expect it.”

He shrugs. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

You roll your eyes again. “So do you believe in God?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly.

“Do you believe in anything?”

“I believe in plenty,” he replies. “Fate…love at first sight…”

“I’m being serious,” you insist. “I don’t know if I can see myself with someone who doesn’t have some kind of guiding principle that gives them integrity. It doesn’t have to be religion, but you have to have some kind of moral compass.”

He thinks for a moment. “Well, I guess I believe that we should treat others well,” he starts.

“Why?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer right away — and you appreciate that he actually does seem to take the genuine questions you’re asking seriously. After a minute he replies, “I guess because I’ve personally found the highest level of satisfaction in my life when I’m in harmony with those around me. And that’s something I can control. I can’t stop others from disliking me or not sharing my opinions, but I can always treat them well regardless of those things, and we can coexist.”

The priest begins the processional just after San finishes talking, and so you don’t get to tell him how impressed you are with that answer. But you find yourself glancing over at him during the service, giggling softly when he repeats back to the priest later than everyone else, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks when he catches you staring and shoots back a subtle wink.

And then when mass is over, and he leans over to you and you can smell the spicy-sweet scent of his shampoo, you have to catch your breath. “So, what now?” he asks with that same suggestive glint in his eyes.

“Now I need to go to confession,” you say firmly, although you can’t help a grin.

“I’ll come too,” he says, but you tug him down before he can fully stand up.

“Hold your horses,” you say, and although you’re nervous in a way that makes you feel like your skin is on fire, you fix him with a stare, your expression serious.

You take a breath. “Seriously, why me? I’m sure there are other pretty girls you’ve seen before, but it’s a little extreme to go to all this trouble.”

His smile softens. “You’re worried about my intentions?” he asks lightly, sliding across the bench to sit as close to you as he can.

“Shouldn’t I be? I mean, you’re a stranger who followed me into church,” you joke quietly. And you’re surprised to realize as you say it that even though he’s been persistent, you never felt unsafe. Indeed, you have the feeling that if you had ever seriously told him to get lost, he probably would’ve listened to you.

San seems to watch all these thoughts passing through your head, and he pulls one of your hands into both of his own. “Give me a shot,” he says softly. “If we’re talking about belief, let me tell you something else I believe in. I believe that sometimes you can get a sense about someone before you really talk to them. And this is going to sound crazy, but if there was such a thing as past lives, I’d be certain I knew you long before I saw you in that coffee shop.”

You draw in a shaky breath, your heart soaring in elation at this confession in spite of yourself. He’s playing with your fingers, his eyes flickering in the dim light of the church. And he looks so adorably nervous at the admission he’s just made that you can’t help but nod after only a second’s consideration. “Okay, Choi San. I’ll give you my phone number. A deal is a deal, after all.”

He hands you his phone. “For the record, mass was pretty interesting too,” he tells you.

You scoff. “Like you were paying attention at all,” you say as you type in your number, which you’ve saved under the name “church girl” with a black heart emoji.

“I might have been a bit distracted,” he allows, “but I do also like learning about things like this.” He takes his phone back from you and laughs at the contact name. “Wow, when do I get to know your name? At our wedding?”

“Maybe after our third kid, I’ll consider it,” you say dryly, standing up and tucking your jacket over one arm. “Now, I have some sins to confess.”

He stands up with you. “I’m coming too,” he says.

“Don’t you have everything you need?” you ask him with a grin, gesturing at the phone still in his hand.

“Almost,” he says. “But I’ve done a lot of sinning in my life. Maybe I’ll have a religious epiphany if I talk to someone about it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you in an anthropology class right now? Like, this has gotta be homework or something at this point.”

He laughs. “No, I am genuinely interested to know what confession is like,” he assures you. The both of you make your way to the confessional. “What do I say?” he whispers as you get close.

“You start with crossing yourself,” you say, and you guide his hand in the correct motions. “Then you say ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.’”

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” he repeats. “Then what?”

“List your sins,” you say. “But don’t say all of them. He doesn’t have all night.”

“Okay,” he says in amusement. “Anything else?”

“At the end say ‘I’m sorry for this and all my sins’.”

“What if I’m not sorry?” he asks.

“Then say it anyway,” you say with a shrug.

“Isn’t that lying, though? Which is also a sin?”

You have to bite back another laugh at his question. “I think you’re taking this a bit too seriously,” you say. “Maybe only confess the sins you feel sorry for if it offends you to lie to a priest.”

He nods. “Fair enough. Can you confess sins you haven’t done yet?” he asks, feigning innocence, but you know exactly what he means.

You snort, swatting his arm. “Um, that’s called the sale of indulgences, and the church stopped doing that in the 1500s I’m pretty sure.”

He tsks in disappointment. “Oh, well. I guess it was worth a shot. Do you want to go first? I’m sure you’re going to take a lot less time.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “I wouldn’t be so sure. There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, either.”

He shakes his head. “That was sexy,” he whispers after you as you move past him toward the confessional.

You shush him. “Don’t say stuff like that in church. You’ll get struck by lightning.”

“That’s why I whispered it,” he says defensively.

“God can still hear you,” you say, giving him a little wave as you shut yourself in the booth.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” you say, crossing yourself. “It’s been a week since my last confession.”

“Hey,” the priest says casually behind the grille. You recognize the voice of your favorite priest, Father Paul.

“Hi, Father Paul,” you say.

“Doing missionary work, I see,” he says.

“Huh?” you say.

“The young man you brought with you today,” he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

“Oh, that. Um, I didn’t bring him, he followed me,” you say.

“He didn’t seem to bother you,” Father Paul observes. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much in church.”

You blush. “Are you gonna let me confess my sins, or what?”

“Fine,” says Father Paul, and you can hear the eye roll in his voice. “But next week you’d better have some more interesting sins for confession.”

“Father Paul!” you exclaim. “Isn't it a sin to encourage others in sinning?”

Father Paul gives a derisive laugh. “My child, I sit here in this booth for four hours twice a week and listen to people confess their problems with a spouse or disagreements with a neighbor. And now you come in here with a man who looks like that? Is it a greater sin to give in to the natural man, or to refuse to acknowledge a blessing when it comes?”

“This is a conversation I absolutely did not expect to have...ever, in any place, but definitely not here,” you say, your whole face redder than a tomato.

“Well, let me give you some revelation from beyond, then. If I were your grandmother, God rest her soul, I would tell you that seeing you alone for so long has been difficult for people who care about you. It may be time to let someone in.” He clears his throat. “Now, you may make your confession.”

Shaken, you do this quickly. Father Paul absolves you, and you clear out the booth.

San is waiting right outside. “So, you’re forgiven,” he says, in the tone of someone observing the weather.

“Spic-and-span,” you say. “Your turn. You remember what to do?”

“I’ll figure it out,” he says, heading into the booth.

You head from the confessional into a tiny room where votive candles and a small statue of Mary Magdalene are kept, keeping the door open so that San will be able to see you after he leaves confession. You sit at the small bench, breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself.

You aren’t used to being affected so much, but the man making what is certainly one of Father Paul’s more interesting confessions has upended everything normal in your life. You know what your grandmother would say -- “God likes to keep us on our toes.” “Well said, Granny,” you murmur to yourself, watching one of the flames flicker mesmerizingly in the otherwise dark room.

“Hey, Church Girl,” says a voice behind you.

You jump and turn around. It’s San, standing there in the doorway watching you carefully. You stand, suddenly flustered. “Uh, hey. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he says, looking at you strangely. He steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you reply breathily. “Um, just thinking about my grandma.”

“Got it,” he says, empathy at the corners of his tone. He comes to stand beside you. “I’m sorry to have interrupted.”

You give him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, really. So, you didn’t take very long in confession.”

“Nah, I don’t regret very many of my sins,” he says easily. “Father Paul seems cool, though.”

“He introduced himself?” you ask, surprised.

“Yep,” he says. “He talked about you.”

“Oh, did he?” you ask nervously. “What did he say?”

“He told me to take care of you,” he says simply.

“And what did you tell him?” you ask suspiciously.

He hesitates. “My sins,” he says finally. “Which turn out to be my failings as a romantic partner. I just told him all the ways I was worried I’d disappoint you.” He gives a soft laugh, and you look him up and down, fixating on his hands.

They’re shaking.

Before you can think, before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab him by the front of his coat and pin him against the wall closest to the door. And then you tell him your name before pressing your lips to his.

He catches your face in his hands as you do, the pads of his fingers slightly rough but warm against your cheek and jaw and the back of your neck. His lips on yours are hungry but gentle, and his hands pull you back whenever you try to come up for air. You have to clutch at him to stay upright as the room starts spinning, and he moves his arms to your waist to support you as he kisses you again and again and again, until your lips feel bruised and you can hardly remember anything but the feel of his skin under your fingertips.

Finally, you break apart, gasping for breath. San’s chest heaves against your own, and he leans his forehead to yours. “What was that for?” he asks breathlessly.

“That was the trade-off,” you say with a laugh. “Phone number for mass, kiss for confession.”

“For real? What do I get if I go every week?” he asks eagerly.

“I guess we’ll see,” you say, brushing a stray strand of hair off his forehead.

“I like the sound of that,” he says, his arms tightening around your waist.

You lean against him, letting your head rest on his chest. “Me too.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #choi san x reader #choi san fluff #choi san #san fluff #san imagines #san of ateez #san x reader #san x you

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little-luna-llama · 5 days

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Post mystic flour eps the cacaonian cookies return to crispia, yet not all have recovered from their brush with apathy.

Wildberry cookie, who turned around and came back just after the others had left on a gut feeling, goes to see them and sees crunchy chip who doesn't look right. He finds out that a lot of them haven't quite recovered their full emotions back, and while dark cacao did overcome mystic flour and got stronger he needs to recover himself before he can really help anyone else, Dark choco is doing his best but obviously is not fully prepared either. The unit get to go have a break while they all figure out what to do about the cookies who are struggling, some recover fairly quickly once they get back, some don't. Caramel, Crunchy and the other two among the latter.

Wild is utterly devastated and stays even longer to help find an answer. Helping out dark choco at first until dark cacao is back on his feet, and then focusing particularly on his boyfriend and trying to get a reaction, anything to prove he's under there. He gets a little progress via the creamwolf pack, sees the spark in crunchys eyes flash for but a moment when they all rush him for attention. After that though it's nothing and it's incredibly taxing to see all that passion gone.

He finds himself in the uncomfortable position of being the more openly emotional of the pair, and also asking himself if crunchy will still love him after, if he ever gets his feelings back. It's not a pleasant feeling to have when you have a ring in your pocket you'd been working on while he was away saving the world.

Caramel arrow is no help, arguably in a worse condition that Crunchy Chip, because he ends up talking to second watcher who is a wreck over his nieces condition, he already lost her parents, and to him this is even worse because she's still technically alive, but she's hardly spoke and not even taken to the training grounds to use her bow which she used to love doing.

Crunchy does notice the general mood and points it out.

Wildberry, being fed up by this point, just steels himself and tells Crunchy that once he's better he'll take him on a date. A proper one. No monsters or fighting or imminent doom. He knows he can get better and he will. They'll go have a picnic in the woods or go visit crunchys family over in his home village, hang out with the wolf pack or go get another herring jelly pie.

"I..... I think I'd....like ..that?"

"I know"

Then Wildberry kisses him and when they pull away all of a sudden crunchy reacts to it in his typical style, something like "woof, that was a surprise" or something

And they both laugh and then Wild suddenly realises that what they needed this whole time was some big feeling to kick start their emotions, all the quickly recovered soldiers had partners or children- (second watcher was too busy to give Caramel the overwhelming amount she would need to recover)

They both quickly report what happened and run off to find Caramel

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #wildchip #wildberry x crunchy chip #wildberry cookie #crunchy chip cookie #crunchy chip crk #wildberry crk #caramel arrow crk #caramel arrow cookie #dark choco crk #dark cacao cookie #dark choco cookie #dark cacao crk #mystic flour cookie #mystic flour crk #second watcher cookie

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thezombieprostitute · 6 months

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Last Christmas

A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge. (@sstan-hoe).

Warnings: Attempts at coercion.

Prompts: Nick Fowler - the song Last Christmas. The lyrics included will be written in bold purple font.

Summary: You should've known better. Of course he's still in love with her.

“What the hell is this,” Nick forcefully places the paperwork on your desk.

You look it over quickly and respond, “it’s my request for a transfer.”

“But why,” he seethes. His jaw is tight and his body is tense. He clearly feels betrayed but that just makes your own hurt feel more justified.

“Nick,” you sigh, “you really don’t remember what happened at the Christmas party last week?”

Nick crossed his arms, “I remember you and me doing a lot of kissing in my office. Would’ve taken you home if you didn’t run out on me. I thought we were solid. We’ve only been dating a couple weeks, but we’ve been friends for a lot longer.”

“You really don’t remember,” you shake your head as you fight the urge to cry. “When we were in your office, you called me by her name.” Nick freezes at that and you continue, “I also thought we were solid. Enough so that I gave you my heart. But when you can’t let go of her, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on and nothing more. Even if you don’t want it, I need this transfer for me. To save me from tears if nothing else.”

Nick grabs the paperwork and promises to get your transfer approved as he walks out, leaving your office colder than it was before.

It’s been a few months and you’ve really settled into your work. You can definitely understand why the role of manager for the Research and Development Department has such a high turnover rate. Everyone working here requires a different management style, a different level of understanding and guidance. Most managers stick to one style for everyone, but that’s clearly not what’s needed here and you’ve really gotten the hang of what your researchers need from you.

One thing that everyone could agree on was that they needed more space so you were able to work out a construction contract. The first day you met the foreman, Hal Carter, you were taken aback. You’d bought into the stereotypes of construction guys being on the sexist side (catcalling and whatnot) but he was polite, never talked down to you and always took your concerns seriously. He was quite the flirt, though. Pretty much every woman at the office had been winked at and complemented to no end. But no HR complaints came from it so at your weekly updates you just asked him to be careful with your employees and left it there.

You were doing really well in your job, your new life, when the surprise inspection came. Led by Nick. One look and you knew you weren’t over him but you would keep your distance. Once bitten and twice shy you’d make sure to keep professional. Taking Nick and his team on the rounds, you were grateful for your employees helping you out. A crowded room, friends with tired eyes but they did their best to make sure you (and their funding) would continue.

After the inspection you practically ran to your office to catch your breath. You didn’t notice Nick following you.

“Are you hiding from me,” he asks quietly. His wintry-blue eyes boring into your soul.

“I’m hiding from you and your soul of ice,” you confess. “I ask you to give me distance, to get my heart right again, and then you just waltz right in without warning. I thought you were someone to rely on.”

“During the rounds, I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye.”

“I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.”

Nick walked towards you, moving in for the kiss that you weren’t sure you really wanted, but he was interrupted by Hal coming into the office with donuts and coffee.

“Oh, sorry,” Hal faltered. He looked at you, “I’d heard you had an inspection of some kind, figured you could use a pick-me-up. Goodness knows your cookies help me and the crew when the building inspectors come around.”

You smile warmly at him, grateful that he broke Nick’s spell over you. “Thank you, Hal! It’s just what I needed. Care to join me? Nick was just on his way out.”

Nick gave you an icy glare before walking out. As soon as you saw him walk out of the building, you allowed yourself to collapse into your office chair. Hal set down the food on your desk and admitted he had been listening to your conversation.

“I was going to wait until you were done with whatever meeting you were in, but I heard a few things that made me worry about you. Given your reaction, I’m guessing I was right about you needing some help?”

You nod appreciatively, sipping at the coffee. “Thank you, Hal. I almost made a serious mistake. Again.”

“I’m happy to help,” he assures. “You’re a good person and I like helping out good people.”

You snort, “given what I’ve seen and heard you just like helping out women.”

He gives you a shy half-smile, “that’s partially true. I like helping people smile, brightening their day. You never know when someone just needs a compliment to help them keep going. Yeah, I’m a huge flirt. Yeah, it’s nice for my own ego. But, for me, it’s just a way of being nice. Oh, and don’t worry about my ego getting too big. My crew helps me with that.” That last note makes you chuckle and you’re genuinely feeling more relaxed than you thought you would.

“Well,” you grinned, “you definitely helped me smile today. Thank you for that.”

Around August the construction project was finally wrapping up. You knew several people who were going to miss Hal and his crew. Especially when they went shirtless for a minute or two in the summer heat. Even you would occasionally indulge, smiling shyly the times Hal caught you looking. Your face would heat up in embarrassment but he never judged you or made fun of you for it. You were really going to miss him and your weekly meetings.

It was at your last meeting with him when you noticed Hal acting fidgety, almost nervous. You ask him if he’s okay and gives you a shy smile you’ve never seen before.

“Um,” he starts, “I…well, with the construction done…I was, um, would…wouldyougooutwithme?”

You blink a few times, not fully sure of what’s going on. “Hal,” you hesitated, “are you asking me out on a date?”

Hal nods, “I didn’t wanna ask while we were kinda working together. You said you’d never date a coworker again and I didn’t want to risk being that. But getting to know you, I…I’d really like to take you out some time.” He still wasn’t able to meet your eyes.

“Why are you acting so shy?”

“Because flirting is one thing. Asking out someone that I genuinely want to be with? That’s…that’s scary stuff.” He looks into your eyes and you’re taken aback. You see the face of a lover with a fire in his heart. You see someone special.

“I’d love to go out with you.”

It’s the company Christmas party and, despite the crowd, Nick has never felt more alone. He knows you’re going to be here and he keeps watching for you. You’re not hiding from him, but he doesn’t seem to see you. You’ve been doing well and coming into your own. You’ve received nothing but love and support from Hal. You’re finally getting the warmth and care you’ve needed and growing.

Nick seems to give up and walks to his office. You follow quietly. As the door clicks shut, his eyes shoot up and you give him a gentle smile.

“Do you recognize me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers. “More beautiful than I ever gave you credit for. Now I know what a fool I’ve been. I got you something. I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying, “I love you”. Did you receive it?”

“Yes, Nick,” you smile sadly. “I got the necklace.”

“I want you to know, I meant it, when I wrote that.” His frosty blue eyes scan you, looking for the necklace, unsure of why you don’t look happy about the gift.

“You never actually listened to me,” you shake your head. “If you did, you’d know I never liked gold and diamonds. That was her.” You place the gift box on his desk and stand firm, “I need you to stop sending me gifts and notes like this. Now I’ve found a real love, you’ll never fool me again.”

“But-” Nick tries to respond, you see genuine sadness and loneliness but you stop him before he can try to get you to cave.

“Last Christmas I gave you my heart,” you shake your head, putting a hand between the two of you so he can’t get closer. “You tore me apart. But I’ve healed and grown past. Maybe you should try that as well.”

With that, you turned around and left his office. A year ago you fled the room in tears. Now you’re walking out with your head held high. Last year you were left cold and shaken. Now you’re surrounded by warmth and comfort.

#vee's holly jolly challenge #nick fowler x reader #hal carter x reader #ex!nick fowler #nick fowler christmas #hal carter fluff #nick fowler #hal carter

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jpitha · 1 year

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Table of Contents!

Hi Everyone! I'm jpitha!

I write sci-fi shorts and stories! I have a few universes that I like to write about, mostly so I can keep worldbuilding straight. I post here and on r/HFY (a scifi writing focused reddit) and I've been trying out posting links back to here on Threads.

I like to post nearly every day. My longer works usually get posted once or twice a week, but I try and fill out the week with other stuff.

Since I have a bunch of posts now, here's a ToC to help you find the kind you want to read, broken out roughly by theme:

Multi-Part Long Reads

The Race (2 parts) First long one I did and the first time I introduced a K'laxi. I edited it from its original post as I learned more about them. Complete

Blockade Runner (2 parts) Might come back to this one later

Awakenings (4 parts, Intertwined with Hidden Depths) Complete

We Need a Ride (7 parts, 2 Codas stuff in Awakenings and Hidden Depths references it) Complete

Hidden Depths A Multi POV Adventure about when everyone on the Joint Human/K'laxi Starbase comes together to defeat an invasion force with the help of a long lost colony ship. (27, plus extra parts, Intertwined with Awakenings) Complete

Just A Little Further YA Flavored, first person adventure about Melody Mullen and what happens when she goes along on an exploratory trip to try and reach the end of the Warp Gate system. (40 parts) Complete

The Dreams of Hyacinth Cyberpunk Noir. Nicholas North is a easygoing small time crook who lives on the Corporation owned High Mars Orbital Hyacinth. When he is asked by a friend for some help, he agrees readily, not realizing what he's getting drawn into. Ongoing

Aliens are Gardenworlders

I want to live on the Gardenworld

Tumbling on a low gee world

Diary of a Human on the Gardenworld

Spacediving

Gord the Maplelegger

Gord's Tall Tale

On Lawbreaking

Gord Goes Curling

Gord Meets His Match?

Worldbuilding

Blockade Runner (redux)

Avoid Humans are Mary-Sue's

Remember that your Aliens aren't idiots

The Fire Brigade

Starjumper age

On AIs

How to Communicate Across Vast Distances

Working out the Day/Time/Date differential

The Real World is Messy

Humans Are Old (friends)

Humans get fevers

How to Communicate Across Vast Distances

Hidden Depths: A Side Story

On Cooperation

Did AIs Ever Think to Wipe Out Humanity?

The First Few Rows Will Get Wet

Slice of Life Stories

The Cyclists

Acetone is bad?

Gene's High Gee Gym

Hospitality

K'laxi and Human kids playing

Office Cookies

Humans and their Hobbies

All Human Ships Have a Manual Override

Allergies

Liver and Kidneys mean we eat anything

Frisbee tricks

Risk Tolerance

The Dinner Party

The Long Way Round

Humans Solve Problems With Explosions

Humans Play Wargames

Everyone has Proprioception

K'laxi Used to Run on All Fours

Humans Still Solve Problems With Explosions

Tattoos and Piercings

Ambassador Transport

Just One Question

Lin Makes Art

Bar fight Aftermath

K'laxi and Cats

Do it With Style

Upgrading Starbase

How are AIs Powered Anyway?

Computing Power (edited)

Outside the K'laxiverse posts

Humans and their computers

Who Is The Human?

Throwing

Mating Rituals

Hunting

Determination

Lateral Thinking

Catching

Oxygen Ain't Nothing to Mess With

Flash Fiction Friday Posts

FFF187 - You Can't Be Serious

FFF189 - Because You Need It

FFF191 - We're On Our Way

FFF200 - It's Just a Walk for You?

Encyclopedia Posts

Humans Make Friends with Anything

Human Kids Make Friends Easily

Humans Make an Entrance

Humans bring Busking

War Emergency Power

On Starjumpers and Battle

War Stories

A Matter of Scale

Just Another Merc

Time to Go

Gotcha! (or is it?)

Inter-Colony War

Always Ready

The Sacrifice

Relationship Stories

K'laxi Can Eat Waffles

Peripheral Vision

Dancing

Flirting through exercise

Nilan and Ta'reni learn about timekeeping

The Big Game

Heart to Heart

YA-esque Stories

Water Balloon War

The Birthday Surprise

Kelly and Panemi look at kittens

#jpitha #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #table of contents #introduction #humans are space capybaras #humans are space oddities #scifi writing #writeblr #writing #worldbuilding

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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hi may i request something where you paint harrys nails (with pleasing ofc✨️) and he paints yours to match

sureee! the only trigger warning is MAJOR fluff ☺☺

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"Harry get back here!"

This was certainly not how you wanted to spend your afternoon—chasing your boyfriend around with a bottle of nail polish in your hand. And yet, here you were, running across the studio where Harry's photoshoot was taking place.

You'd heard of dog owners using the term "zoomies" in reference to their dogs needing to run around to let off steam, but you never thought you'd use it to describe your boyfriend who was in his late twenties.

But Harry had been running around like mad for the last fifteen minutes. He'd asked you last night if you would do his nails as well as his makeup for the shoot today, and while you were able to do one, Harry didn't sit still long enough to let you do the other.

You chased him around the studio for a couple minutes before eventually giving up. Harry was considerably more athletic than you were, and had no problem running around in circles for a long time. He'd been giggling like a little kid the whole time, but when you sat back down in your chair and started to paint your own nails, he stopped and walked back over to you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clearly unhappy that he didn't have your attention anymore.

You shrugged, running the mint green polish over your thumb nail. "Just doing my nails."

"But what about my nails?" he asked, and though you weren't looking at him directly, you could see his pout out of the corner of your eye.

"It didn't seem like you wanted to have your nails painted, baby."

"Oh. Well I'm ready now."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you stood up and gestured towards the seat you'd just occupied. "Okay. Have a seat then, H."

You thought he was finally going to sit down and let you do his nails, but he didn't, flopping down on the beanbag next to the chair instead, his arms extending over his head. "Babe, what are you—"

"Come here," he said, holding his arms out to you.

Looking around, you made eye contact with a couple people who were working on the shoot. They all just looked amused, not at all bothered that Harry was taking his sweet time to prep for the photoshoot. So you did as he requested and knelt down, one of his legs slotted between yours.

That didn't seem to be good enough for Harry, though. He took your hand in his and tugged you down so that you were laying on top of him. You blushed, knowing that you weren't alone, but your boyfriend didn't seem to care, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the top of your head until you relaxed against him.

"You, Mr. Styles, are holding up the shoot," you said, tapping his nose with your index finger.

Harry's responding grin was sweet as honey, putting his dimples to use and making your insides turn to mush. It was so hard for you to be annoyed or frustrated or mad at that face, and he knew it.

"I love you," he said, just quiet enough so that only you could hear him.

When you didn't say it back right away, Harry didn't pout or make you say it back. He just raised his eyebrows expectantly, knowing you could never not say it back.

You tried to hold out, tried to make it clear that he was being a little shit, but you only lasted about ten seconds. Huffing, you muttered, "I love you too."

"Oh come on. You can't say it like it's a burden. You have to say it like you mean it."

You lifted the brim of his knitted hat and kissed his forehead with a little more force than you normally would. "H, we're taking up all of these people's time—"

"Say it like you mean it, and I'll cooperate. Oh! And I want a kiss," he said.

He sounded like a little kid bargaining for a cookie, but you knew he was dead serious. "And then I can paint your nails?"

"Mm hm. And then you can paint my nails."

"I knew you were a diva, but you're just making all kinds of demands today, aren't you?" you asked, but you weren't actually annoyed. Taking his face in your hands, you pushed his cheeks together and kissed him for all he was worth. You were pretty sure he wasn't expecting you to kiss him that intensely, but he didn't try to stop you.

You were all over him, sucking on his bottom lip, and gingerly running your fingers across his cheek and beneath his hat into his hair. When you finally pulled away, Harry pouted, his neck moving forward to try and kiss you again. Before he could, though, you pressed a finger to his extra pink lips.

"Uh uh. We had a deal. Back to work," you told him, ignoring how he kissed your fingertip.

He continued to frown at you, and you thought it was because you were cutting off his fun, but then you remembered the other half of his conditions. "Right, how could I forget. I love, love, love you."

His grin was immediate. "Okay. You can paint my nails now."

Harry sat down in the chair and you quickly got to work before he decided he needed to run around again. Thankfully he didn't, but he did kiss your cheek and crack jokes and giggle the whole time. Still, somehow you managed to do a good job on his hands, using two of the nail polishes in the new Pleasing collection.

And now that his face and nails were done, he was off to get his hair done and get changed for the actual photoshoot. But before he walked away, he lifted you up and squeezed you tight.

"Sorry if I was annoying you today," he mumbled into your temple.

"You didn't, baby. You just have lots and lots of energy today," you said, squeezing his sides affectionately. "Now go and smile or smolder or whatever it is you do in front of the camera so we can go home. I want to make dinner for you."

"Yeah? That sounds amazing."

Grinning, you kissed his cheek and took off his knitted cap. "It will be, but you actually have to finish this photoshoot. So go, and then we can go home."

"You got it. Love you."

"I love you too."

Turning him around, you gave him a cheeky pat on the but and sent him on his way. He swatted your hand, but giggled as he walked away.

Smiling to yourself, you watched the rest of the photoshoot from afar, blowing kisses and winking in Harry's direction whenever he did the same to you. He could be a handful, but he was your handful, and you loved him all the more for it.

#harry styles #harry styles x makeup artist! yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

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orithyia-eriphyle · 1 year

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Stray Kids x Fem!Reader (Street Racing AU)

Synopsis: You figured making one new friend since your move would be enough for a while, but apparently you need more. The barista at your local coffee shop seems relatively persistent in being your friend… and who are you to stop him?

A/n: Can you guys tell I watched Tokyo Drift before writing this chapter?

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Later that night you and Minho were sitting on his couch, gazing at the shitty action movie on the TV. The two of you constantly poking fun at the less-than-great acting and unimpressive special effects. Soonie was sleeping quietly on your lap, your fingers running through his fur as he slept.

“How long have you been in Seoul?” Minho said, breaking the silence. You looked over at the man to find him already staring at you.

“I actually just got here yesterday.” You paused, “It would be nice for someone to show me around.” You said with a cheeky smile. Minho’s lips quirked up into a half-smile, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” He replied, his question rhetorical. You rolled your eyes, a smile still plastered to your face as you turned your attention back to the TV.

“How about this weekend?” Minho suddenly spoke again.

“What do you mean?” Minho deadpanned at your oblivious questioning.

“I meant how about I show you around this weekend.” He said, looking down at the gray cat in his lap and scratching it in between the ears.

“I would enjoy that, actually.” The two of you smiled at each other before continuing the movie.

***

You and Minho had talked through most of the night, only leaving his apartment when you realized it was nearly 1:00 AM. You went to bed that night happier than usual. You tend to struggle with making friends but maybe this move will turn things around for you.

***

You spent the next morning looking for jobs online. Although you got paid well for racing, it wasn’t a steady flow of income. You then got ready to go out, you needed to actually shop for groceries or else you would starve and you can’t live off of fast food forever.

Before going to the grocery store, you stopped at a nearby cafe. You weren’t particularly fond of coffee but staying up so late with Minho last night drained your energy.

You rolled into the parking lot, checking your side view mirrors to make sure you weren’t too close to the lines. You took your keys out of the ignition, the loud music that rocked your car coming to an abrupt stop. You stepped out of your car, shutting and locking the doors. The bell above the door rang out as you entered, the staff behind the counter looking momentarily before getting back to work. The cafe wasn’t bustling considering it was around noon.

You stood back from the counter in order to look at the menu, looking for something to get you through the rest of the afternoon. You looked back down to see the man behind the counter already looking at you. His fluffy brown hair is not styled, and his large brown eyes and full cheeks draw you in. ‘Is every man in Seoul this attractive or am I just lucky?’ You thought to yourself as you stepped forward to order.

“Hello! What can I get for you?” The man said with much more enthusiasm than you were expecting.

“Hello.” You spoke, offering a small smile, “Could I get an iced americano, and two cookies and cream cake pops please?” The man nodded and typed your order into the screen before him.

“And your name please?”

“(Y/n).” You said, handing over your card for the man to swipe. He handed it back to you with a smile,

“Your order will be out momentarily!” You nodded and thanked him with a polite smile, walking to one of the smaller tables to sit and wait.

While waiting for your order you looked around the cafe, taking in the soft browns and greens. The place was warm but not unbearable, the smell of coffee and baked goods filtered through the air. You looked towards the counter, catching the barista who took your order staring at you. You quirked a brow at him, his head whipping around to get back to work. ‘Cute.’ You thought, looking at your phone to see a text from Jeongin.

You came here for “work” opportunities, right? There’s a race tonight. I’ll send you the time and place.

Below was the address and time. ‘The audacity of this kid.’ He used to be the first-year you tutored during your second to last year of high school, but now he’s sending you details for your less-than-legal job. Of course, he was your best friend but he lost that title after he moved across the country and ghosted you.

You thought for a moment before replying.

I’ll see you there.

“(Y/n)?” You looked up at the call of your name to see the barista from earlier standing at the counter and holding your order in his hands. You stood from your seat and approached the counter, holding out your hands to take the food from the man. As you were collecting your food the man spoke up, “Uhm, is that your BRZ parked outside?” He said, clearly a little nervous to be asking. You smiled slightly.

“Yeah. You like it?”

The man turned his head to you with wide eyes, “Like it? That’s one of the nicest cars I’ve ever seen!” He said, his lips breaking into a smile.

“Oh yeah? How come it’s not the nicest?” You questioned teasingly. The man’s smile shifted into a smirk, his demeanor changing almost wholly.

“Personally, I’m biased toward the Nissan 350Z you’re parked next to.” You looked out the window to gaze upon the bright red car that greatly contrasted your jet-black one.

You smiled and turned your head back to the man, “Well I still like mine better but I get the appeal.” You said, walking towards the door. You were about to exit before a shout stopped you. The man rubbed his neck sheepishly, clearly a little embarrassed for shouting.

“I’m Jisung by the way.” He said with what looked to be a hopeful smile. You chuckled softly, “It’s nice to meet you, Jisung. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You said with a coy smile. Jisung nodded rapidly, waving goodbye enthusiastically as you left.

***

That night you stood in your bedroom contemplating what to wear. You wanted to dress to impress but not look like you were trying too hard.

You ended up going with some baggy gray cargo pants and a cropped graphic t-shirt. You finished off the look with some Run Star Hike Platform Converse in black. Although the platforms made it harder to tell how much pressure you were putting on the pedal initially, you had gotten used to it.

The location of the race wasn’t that far from your apartments. You rolled through the crowd of people in cars, taking note of the different types of cars present. You looked to the right and saw a nice Mitsubishi Lancer with a white exterior. You parked your car next to it, paying extra mind to the mingling around you.

You got out of your car, the steel rings on your fingers clinking against the door of the car as you closed it. People stared at you, or really your car as they walked by. You were a new face, fresh meat.

“I didn’t take you for the racing type.”

You turned toward your left at the sound of the familiar voice.

Minho stood next to you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, I don’t usually like to keep my illegal endeavors out on display for everyone.” You replied, looking him up and down and definitely not focusing on how good those leather pants made his thighs look.

“Noona!” A shout rang out from behind the two of you.

Jeongin came jogging towards you, stopping to stand in front of you. “I honestly thought you were going to bail on me.” He spoke, slightly out of breath after having been looking for you for nearly thirty minutes.

“Now when have I ever disappointed you, Innie?” You said, a coy smile plastered on your face.

Minho glances between the two of you, taking note of your closeness. Jeongin was standing awfully close and you two addressed each other with familiarity, so you were obviously close to some degree.

“I take it you two already know each other?” The older man asked, cocking a brow.

“Know each other? I was the sole reason he made it through high school.” You teased, nudging the younger boy beside you.

“That’s not true and you know it,” Jeongin stated, a faux frown on his face.

Minho nodded and focused his attention on you. “Are you racing tonight?” He asked and looked around at all the other cars in the area.

“I am. I wanna see how I compare to the Seoul group.” You said, turning to pop open the hood of your car and give everything one last check.

Minho smirked and uncrossed his arms.

“Well, then I guess I’ll be seeing you at the starting line, princess.”

***

“I’m going to give you a warning, Noona. Minho doesn’t play.” Jeongin said as you got into the driver’s seat of your car.

“Good. I don’t either.” You replied coolly, putting your keys into the ignition and starting the car.

“I’m serious, Noona. Minho is really good.” He replied, stressing certain parts of his sentence.

You put your hands on the wheel and turned your head to look up at Jeongin, his arms resting on your open window. “Have a little more faith in me, Innie. I don’t expect myself to win. My ego isn’t that big.”

You paused before continuing, “But I’m also a lot better than you seem to think I am.”

***

You rolled up to the drawn-up line, Minho not far behind you. Your windows were down so you took the chance to look at the handsome man. The slope of his nose and the cut of his jaw were accentuated by the bright streetlights. He turned his head to the right to look at you. Luckily, you were smart enough to hit the ‘sports mode’ button on your center console before starting the race as it would help you to accelerate faster.

“Loser buys dinner this weekend?” He said, a slight grin painted on his features.

“You have yourself a deal, pretty boy.” You responded, your own grin present.

A woman walked up, standing between your two cars. Her shirt was short and her skirt even shorter.

“Listen up! I want a clean race, you two.” She said, as she slowly raised the cloth in her right hand into the air.

The crowd increased their volume as you and Minho revved your engines, you gave the handsome man one last glance. You looked back to the woman, your left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as your right rested on the transmission.

The woman winked at you and dropped the cloth, faster than you could think you pressed the clutch and switched gears, your car whipping into gear as you and Minho sped passed the temporary line.

The two of you were neck and neck, the mufflers on your cars popping as the speed rapidly increased and the needle on the tachometer going up as your RPM increased in numbers. Once you reached a steady pace, you turned off sports mode.

You were racing in the outskirts of Seoul late at night so you didn’t have to worry about traffic much, weaving in and out of any cars that were on the road. Your heart was racing, the muscle felt like it was going to bust through your ribcage. Your adrenaline pumped steadily through your veins like it always did when you raced.

You and Minho made a right, your tires squealing as you drifted impressively in sync for people who have never previously raced together. Tire tracks were left in your wake, smoke emitting from the burnt rubber.

Eventually, the two of you reached a parking garage, the finish line at the top of it. This is where you would have to overtake Minho if you wanted to win. You looked to your left briefly, catching the man’s gaze, his cat-like gaze sharpening as you smirked at him.

You entered the parking garage, the sounds of your engines increasing as they echoed and bounced off the concrete walls. The distance between your cars decreased as you got closer to the ramp that would only be able to fit one of your cars at once. If one of you didn’t speed up and overtake the other soon, someone is going to crash.

You glanced at your center console, taking note of the NOS. You wouldn’t use that yet, it’s too soon. Right now, you are going to rely on timing.

You stared head-on at the rapidly approaching ramp. At the last possible second, you flipped your sports mode back on and slammed on the gas pedal. Minho was fast but you were faster. You sped around his car and turned the wheel quickly to the right, your car drifting up the looping ramp. You looked in the rearview mirror to see that Minho was practically kissing your bumper.

You came out to the top of the ramp and saw the crowd of people at the end of the parking lot, Minho right behind you. You didn’t bother using NOS because the crowd was too close and you didn’t want to risk not being able to slow down in time.

Minho was still behind you but close, you hit the brakes and your car drifted over the finish line and stopped. The smoke emitted from your tires blocks your view momentarily. You didn’t even have time to unbuckle or think before Minho’s car was next to yours. You got out of your car, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath.

The crowd surrounded you, jumping and cheering. Well, at least the ones that bet on you winning. You ignored them, glancing around for either Minho or Jeongin. You spun around at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, the perpetrator turning out to be the younger boy that put you up to this.

“Holy shit, Noona! That was so cool!” The boy said, a wide grin spread across his face. You laughed at his reaction, watching as the crowd of people dispersed around you.

“That was impressive.” A voice spoke behind you. You turned once again to see a slightly out-of-breath Minho smiling at you.

“Well, I never settle for second place, cutie.” You replied cooly with a coy smile. “You owe me dinner this weekend.”

“I’m a man of my word,” Minho said in a sarcastic manner, even going as far as to give a salute.

“You guys got comfortable fast,” Jeongin spoke from beside you, his smile a little less bright than it previously was. You quirked a brow at him in questioning.

“Don’t be jealous Innie, I won’t steal your girl from you,” Minho said smugly, poking fun at the boy’s obvious affection for you.

Jeongin scoffed with a slight eye roll, “I wasn’t worried about it, hyung. And only (Y/n) calls me Innie.”

Minho held his hands up in defense, “You will be worried when she meets Hyunjin,” Minho said teasingly.

“Let’s not talk about me like I’m not standing right between you two, okay?” You said, raising a brow with crossed arms. You had no clue who this Hyunjin was but it takes a little more than a pretty face to sweep you off your feet. Both men looked at you and nodded, seemingly over with their small debacle.

“You guys wanna swing by mine for a bit? If you don’t have anything going on after this.” You asked, looking between the two men.

“Sure, I could use the company,” Minho said, directing a small smile in your direction.

“I’ll come too, Noona. I still need to check out your new place.” Jeongin replied with a smile.

Jeongin actually did have something to do, but he didn’t like the thought of you and Minho being alone together. He knows you’re an adult and can do whatever you want with whomever you want, but he also isn’t going to miss his shot a second time.

***

You awoke the next morning, peeling open your eyes reluctantly to check the time. You slept like a log after racing so late at night and then spending another few hours with Jeongin and Minho. The clock on your phone read ‘2:06.’ You groaned as you sat up, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a relieved sigh at the popping in your back.

You went about your morning routine as usual, minus the fact that it was mid-afternoon and no longer the morning. Halfway through getting ready, you began craving a cake pop from the cafe you went to the previous day. Usually, one small craving wouldn’t be enough to get you out of the house on a day like this but you also would get to see the cute barista again if you went, which was good enough reasoning for you.

***

You rolled into the parking lot of the cafe the second time that week and parked next to Jisung’s Nissan again. After admiring his car for a minute, you walked into the establishment, the bell ringing out above you.

You noticed Jisung behind the counter, completely oblivious to your entrance, until you cleared your throat in front of him.

The man’s head shot up, his cheeks puffed out in a slight pout due to his shock before he broke into a smile. “(Y/n)! You came back!” He said happily.

“I did say I would see you tomorrow and it’s tomorrow now.” You said smugly.

“You’re right, you did say that.” He said and huffed a small laugh. “So… are you going to order something or did you just come to see my cute face?” Jisung said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed, “You wish, pretty boy. I wanted more of those cookies & cream cake pops.”

Jisung frowned jokingly, “Darn, I was hoping to make a new friend.” He said as he punched in your order and took your card from you.

“Hey, when’s your break?” You suddenly said, even surprising yourself.

Jisung looked up at you with wide eyes before glancing to the clock behind him, “About 10 minutes from now. Why?” He said and handed you your cake pops.

You shrugged, “I could use some company while I eat these…” You paused and looked back towards the brunette, “...and I could also use a new friend.”

Jisung smiled brightly, his joy slightly contagious. “Okay! Yeah! Would you mind waiting at one of the tables over there?” He said as he pointed to a group of tables in the corner of the room.

You smiled and turned towards the tables, “I don’t mind, pretty boy.”

***

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c0la-queen · 3 months

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Matt Headcanons | The Clean Friend

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Appearance:

Matt is the palest of the group, and has freckles across his face. He's very proud of his freckles, thinks they're one of his best features. His eyes are a bright blue. Sometimes the others joke about him having the "autism stare" (not in an ableist or mean way, they mean it lovingly). He has no facial hair, never really grows any.

Matt is the third tallest, and stands at 6'2. He's lanky and has the sluttiest waist of the entire group. Snatched. We love that for him.

He doesn't have any tattoos or glasses, but he does have his ears pierced. Usually wears little studs in gold, black, or purple.

Family Life:

Matt was raised by a single mom. However, he is lucky enough that his mom is an absolute girlboss icon and was able to support herself and her baby with her career as a fashion designer.

His relationship with his mother is extremely healthy. She taught him to love himself and express himself in whatever way makes him happiest. They talk frequently and he has lunch with her whenever they both have a free schedule, since she lives in town.

Matt is an only child, but grew up with Edd and Tom (and eventually Tord) so he doesn't mind.

Personality:

Matt is a little stupid, but he's got the spirit. I don't mean he's totally an idiot. He knows things, and got average grades in school. He just tends to lack common sense and can sometimes be a little bit of a bimbo.

He's a self love king. Loves helping other people learn to express themselves. In his mind, nothing is more rewarding then helping people find their style. Passionate about good hygiene. Has a skincare routine and will help Reader create one for herself as well. Will help Reader learn how to take care of her hair properly if she lets him. Always reliable for outfit advice.

Gift giving is his love language. He likes to buy the roommates expensive little gifts that he knows they like. But he'll cry happy tears if Reader buys him gifts, or gives him little crafts. Will keep every paper flower, origami butterfly, and love letter you give him.

He really likes helping out around the house. One his days off from work, he'll do the cleaning . He finds it peaceful and refreshing. Will happily let Reader help him if she wants to.

Actually pretty decent at cooking, but he usually just cooks for himself when home alone. Of course, will always cook Reader something if she asks him to.

Not the granola mom type of health freak, but he does prefer home cooked meals to processed foods. Still, can appreciate a good night of take out food every so often.

Has had several arguments with the boys over the color of his hair. They tell him he's "just ginger", but he will angrily insist that he's strawberry blonde. The arguments are always playful and end with eye rolls and stifled smiles.

Matt probably needs glasses but he doesn't realize it. His vision isn't the worst, he just thinks its natural for far away things to be kind of blurry.

A little scatterbrained, but in a cute way. The type to frantically search for his phone when its in his hand. Has to verbally run through a list of things he needs to have with him when he leaves the house- does it with whoever is nearby.

"Brutes." "This is why we can't have nice things!"

Not a huge fan of video games, but he likes playing Cookie Run Kingdom on his phone. Enjoys watching the others play games during game night.

I decided to take his humorous narcissistic personality and tone it down a bit. Instead, he's pretty active on Instagram and Tik Tok! He's not an out of touch influencer, hell he doesn't even consider himself an influencer, despite the fact that his mother's identity has gained him a decent following. He really just enjoys posting pictures of himself and the roommates in their daily lives (with their permission of course, and he doesn't obsess over posting every single detail) or making GRWMs, fun little story times, and fit checks. He really just treats it like an average person would treat their social media.

Smells like citrus and lemongrass.

Of course, we have to address the vampirism. When in his normal form, Matt's fangs are small, really just looking like unusually sharp canines, his ears are slightly pointy but not enough to draw attention, he still shows up in mirrors and photos, and can be out in the sun- just sunburns easier, nothing a strong SPF can't handle. However, in his more vampire like form, his fangs get longer, his eyes go red, his ears get pointier, and the sun starts to hurt him more. As for blood, he can tide himself over from a day to day basis with tomato juice or smoothies made of red fruits/veggies, but once a month he does need to feed on blood. The roommates all help him as best they can. Tord gets him some bags of blood and when questioned about it mutters a little "don't worry about it" (don't worry, he just picks up some from the medics in the nearby Red Army base that they keep on hand- soldiers can donate blood twice a year) or Tom goes out and hunts for him if the situation is particularly bad. If Reader offers to let Matt drink her blood, Matt would refuse. He doesn't want to hurt her, and won't do it even if she offers it.

Playlist (From My Spotify Playlist For Him):

Olivia Rodrigo

Florence + The Machine

PUBLIC

Harry Styles

One Direction

Hozier

Mitski

ABBA

Lady Gaga

Kesha

#eddsworld #eddsworld matt #eddsworld matt x reader #eddsworld x reader

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springbon-t-art · 2 years

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Part 1 of me drawing my favorites cookies from Cookie Run Ovenbreak & Cookie Run Kingdom

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

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blues824 · 1 year

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Greetings! Here's some milk and cookies 🍪🥛, but for my request can I have the obey me side characters with Frankenstein reader from Noblesse?

Frankenstein is the most powerful human to ever exist and is Raizel's devoted servant. He made a contract with the Noblesse in the past and avoids the noble leaders but supports Raizel wholeheartedly, addressing Raizel as his "Master". After Raizel's apparent "disappearance" and betrayal at the hands of ex noble leaders, he had tried searching for his master to no avail. Frankenstein even left the Nobles and went into hiding to search for Raizel because he had suspicions that there could be a possibility that one or more of the Nobles contributed to his master's disappearance.

Frankenstein is also the principal and director of Ye Ran High School. He established the school hoping that some day his master would return and wished to provide a place where his master could lead a normal life. He was stunned to find Raizel in his school office after Raizel had woken up from 820 years of slumber, dressed in the school uniform.

Now, Frankenstein fights not only for his Master but also for everyone who is under his protection. Frankenstein shows concern for his Master when Raizel uses too much power or removes the seal that restrains the immense power of his "Soul Weapon". This worry is due to the opinion previously stated by Frankenstein that Raizel's body hasn't recovered even though he went into an extensive hibernation. Frankenstein worries a lot about his Master. He trains very hard to become stronger to prevent Raizel from using his power.

Frankenstein, like his Master Raizel, is very handsome and elegant. He is tall and has shoulder-length silky blond hair, with bright blue eyes and a cheerful smile. When he becomes overly boisterous, his aura changes and he sports a sadistic grin with an equally sadistic personality to match. He is regularly dressed in formal attire but has been seen to switch to a more casual style when at home. He wears glasses when performing his duties as Chairman of the school and has also been seen wearing monocles during flashbacks of him carrying out his research work hundreds of years ago

Maybe if you could add in like some feelings catching if you don't mind

Since gender wasn’t specified, I decided to keep it gender-neutral but more targeted towards a male reader. Also, I tend to stray away from physical appearances like blonde hair, blue eyes, etc. Reader is still handsome and elegant though.

Diavolo

Since your master was absent, you felt as though you needed someone to be loyal to, so why not pledge your undying loyalty to the Prince of the Devildom? Of course, this is in a different manner because you're pledging your loyalty as his significant other rather than as a servant.

Aside from Barbatos, you were his voice of reason. You understood when Diavolo had to cancel date plans because he had too much paperwork to be doing, and you often switched the date up to you two spending time together filling out the paperwork.

Because of your experience with running a school, you often gave suggestions to Diavolo on how to make things run smoother. You would have thought that the entire system was flipped upside down by how many changes you implemented.

Barbatos

You two truly understood each other because you both were advisors for Diavolo who acted on the behalf of RAD. In that, you both really got to understand each other. Working for the heir to the throne could be exhausting, and Barbatos is continually impressed as you prove to be efficient in your work even though you were human.

When you both started going out, dates were very rare and in-between because you were both so busy. However, your boss could see the tension between you and forced you both to take a day off to go on a date. You both had a lot of fun… if you know what I mean…

Anyways, the butler often is surprised at how well you offer knowledge not just as an advisor to Diavolo, but also as a friend. You both have been around for a while, but sometimes he even goes to seek your council on certain subjects.

Solomon

He has seen you in the human realm, and he is impressed by your abilities and dedication to serving Diavolo. However, there were a few times where he wanted to spend time with you but you declined and said that you were too busy.

Eventually, he just takes you by the hand and leads you to a meadow where a picnic was set up. Solomon had let the Royals know what happened to you, and he had to tell you that it was fine to take a break every once in a while.

You were actually a big help in the whole student exchange program, even though you were one of the humans picked. Since this was a testing phase of the program, you played a huge part not only as a guinea pig, but also the one who formulates the questions on how it could do better. Solomon often helps you do this because he, too, is an exchange student.

Simeon

Up in the Celestial Realm, you were a big topic of debate. You were one of the strongest humans alive, and you could possibly pose a threat to the other Realms. However, Simeon only saw the good side. He finally understood Lilith and her actions, because he was in love.

When in the exchange program, he finds it hard to talk to you not just because he’s nervous but because you were a busybody. Your dedication to Diavolo was admirable, but also quite frustrating as he just wanted to spend time with his favorite human.

He often tries to help you in your work, and this doesn’t stop when you are together either. He always tries to lessen your workload. On another note, as he’s writing the next few volumes of TSL, he incorporates a character that was exactly like you.

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bunnygirl678 · 6 months

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Guess who's back, back again, with a new AU, it's me, this is self indulgent and gameverse, I have dad!Green so I wanted dad!Red, gonna write it, look for it next october lmao, as with all of my aus feel free to take the idea and run with it, draw it, write it, decorate it on a cookie, idk what else

Anyway, general background, being a dentist takes 4 years of dental school after university.

-Prof Oak is Dr. Oak a dentist who owns his own practice, Pallet Smiles

-Red and Green are bffs since birth, Green’s dad was a dentist before he and Green’s mom died when Green was 5

-they get to high school, best friends the entire time, both harboring secret feelings for each other

-senior year, prom, Green asks Red to prom, pretty much admitting his feelings, Red declines

-Green pulls away after that, the reason Red declines is because he thinks that Green was just asking as a friend (both idiots lol) and he didn’t think he could go to something as romantic as prom with Green just as a friend when he wanted more

-both of them are heartbroken, they graduate, they were supposed to go to Viridian U together and study dentistry

-last minute Green decides to go to Kalos U instead

-that’s the last they see of each other

-Red dates in college, he’s bi so he dates girls too, when Red is 22 just starting dental school, she ends up pregnant, they have the kid then she bounces leaving him with a baby, Gold

-he moves back in with his mom, gets a part time job at Dr. Oak’s dental office and continues his studies slowly becoming a dentist

-his son gets older, then at 30 Red finally finishes school Gold is 8

-he immediately gets a dentist job (and massive pay raise) at Pallet Smiles

-Dr. Oak has been complaining about Green since he left for Kalos, especially when Green told him he was becoming an endodontist rather than a general dentist

-Daisy is an orthodontist, her and the prof decide to open a specialty center connected to the regular office

-Red doesn’t really care, he’s busy with his new job and raising his son, he’s sworn off dating at first cause he was busy but really because he was still in love with Green

-Announce they’re getting a new endodontist

-he’s like a superstar in the dental world pioneering a new procedure style

-Red gets to work, the hygienists are gossiping about the hot new endo, Red’s like gonna ignore goes to breakroom who's there but Green

-both are like oh shit

-Green invites Red out for drinks to ‘catch up’

-they very quickly fall back into being bffs, Gold loves Green, thinks he’s the coolest

-both are like, ‘yeah still have feelings for him’

-some drama with gramps (gonna actually write this so you know some things need to stay secret lmao)

-finally Green admits that he was crazy in love with Red, and honestly still is, he’s kinda planning on leaving again, cause you know he can’t deal

-Red’s like what??? I was in love with you!

-We’re both idiots

-happily ever after as a power couple in dentistry

#namelessshipping #reguri #pallet smiles au

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yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters · 10 months

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✨Introduction post✨

🌟Facts about me🌟

(Please read this post before you add me into your mutual list)

♪ The name's Charols! I'm an agender pep with zhe/them pronounce

♪ Love drawing and writing! My tags are #charols art gallery and #charols writing ideas

♪ Dm & art/writing requests are open! Any kind of request are accepted here so go ahead and just ask! I'm open to everyone really! <3 (except humans i suck at thoseee aughhhh

♪ fandom I'm in rn :

object show

bfdi

inanimate insanity

Furry

Rainworld

Fandom I'm not active in,but still love them! :

Pikmin

Cult of the lamb

Undertale/Deltarune

Cookie run

Omega mart

Patapon

Dicey dungeon

Hollowknight (still waiting for that sequel 😔)

♪ like to draw:

Hybrid objects

Cute beings

Scary/edgy sketch

♪ love all of my mutuals equally! Tho hates being popular. Too overwhelming for me. So please don't tag me in your post if you can ^^;

♪ Please reminds me if i had gone overboard with my talks,i am not the greatest at socialism.

✨Some Unnecessary✨

✨ Facts About Me ✨

♪ Probably have adhd or smth like that

♪ Weirdcore/Dreamcore lover ❤

♪ Arospec

♪ I'm an artist. But a super slow one. L i t e r a l l y. And my art style are nonexistent! I can make some cartoonist drawing yesterday and i can absolutely draw realistically looking stuff tomorrow depending on my moods!

♪ Dm are always open! you can be my mutual too if you wanna,i absolutely love to talks to others people! But my deepest apologize if i make things akward, i'm not the greatest at talking with others. I would either be talking to you with a small talk like hi & wassup. or i would send you random shit that i love. hoping it make your days better too. or just have a long conversation on a topic i love such as my fandom or just a random brain storming.

♪ I amm SUPER. Easily distracted and overwhelmed by everything.. So I'm sorry if i ignore you a lil while. Definitely Would be dead for a few days and then goes back to absolutely bombarded you with notification sometimes.

♪ I'm working on an object show comic i would call Major Chaos. So i hope you're ready because it would take 2763 years for me to develop on it lol

♪ If you think any of those as annoying to you. Please just tell me to stop aight? I'm the worst at reading people feelings

(WIP!!!)

MASTER POST

Major Chaos

A comic I'm working on about a teenager finding himself in a new entire place with no recollection of what happened to her. Trying to learn,adapt and survive this new cruel world and try her best to help the one who needs too

Charols

Halloween costume

'Damn'

Lucy

Drake

Lilith

Random characters

Big Brother

Scrambled Destiny

An II swap au with the twist was me putting them all into a randomizer into other character and see how i can piece them all together and how different things would be while also trying to stay like the original.. Sorry it's kinda difficult to explain it

More explanation

Clover

Taco

Candle

Random oc

Robo-book

Haven't finished this masterpost yet.. Have breadbug instead

#introduction #intro post #charols writing idea #charols art gallery #don't mind this tag please →→#cool things for later use #random rambles #note for me laterh

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neondiamond · 5 months

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As the year is coming to an end very soon, I thought I’d put together a little masterpost of all of the fics, ficlets and drabbles I posted over the past year. Just like last year, the total comes down to 26 fics, which I will say I’m quite surprise by! This list is in order from most to least recent and will be under the cut because otherwise this post would get really long! ✨

🫶 All That Counts (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, established relationship, fluff) fic post

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

🍪 Cookies and Christmas Cheer (1k, G, Ziall friendship, Christmas, nurse AU) fic post

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

🎄 Mistletoe Kiss (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, mutual pining, roommates AU) fic post

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

✨ A Special Bond (1.1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, Christmas) fic post

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

❤️‍🩹 You’re Family (2k, G, Larry, Christmas, asexual characters) fic post

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about.

🏠 Not Quite Structurally Sound (1.1k, G, Ziam, Christmas, kid fic) fic post

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

🎅🏻 An Annual Affair (1.6k, G, OT5 friendship, A/B/O, Christmas) fic post

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

☕️ You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight (2k, G, Larry, coffee shop AU, Christmas, loneliness) fic post

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

🐣 Lucky (In Love) (3.2k, G, Larry, flirting, nursery owner Harry, uncle Louis) fic post

When Louis first volunteered to drop off his nephew Lucky at nursery to help out his nervous sister, he was not expecting the owner to be the most gorgeous man in all of London. He makes sure he’ll get to see him again.

👻 I See You (666, NR, Harry, horror) fic post

An unfamiliar voice disturbs Harry during his bath.

🥰 Little Moments (429, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, donestic fluff) fic post

Louis’ birthday is a quiet affair this year, but it’s for good reason.

👨‍👨‍👧 Family Bonding (1.6k, G, Larry, adoption, kid fic, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis forges a bond with his new daughter, June, over missing loved ones.

💞 A Sense of Stability (1.9k, G, Larry, canon compliant, domestic fluff) fic post

Harry and Louis have a very mundane and domestic routine on mornings they get to spend together. Harry loves it.

👟 Run To You (2.2k, G, Larry, minor injury, fluff) fic post

Harry injures himself while out on a morning run. Louis comes to his rescue.

💟 Because I Found You (1.2k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acceptance) fic post

Louis stumbles upon a poem Harry wrote about him.

🫃 Whipped (1k, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, fluff) fic post

A lazy Saturday morning in bed with pregnant Harry and whipped Louis.

💜 Inner Crisis (5.5k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acephobia, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis calls an LGBTQ+ crisis hotline after coming out as asexual to his friends and family doesn’t quite go as well as he’d hoped. Harry answers his call.

🔎 Chasing Feelings (20k, M, Larry, detectives AU, A/B/O) fic post

When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

🩷 June (1.7k, G, Larry, established relationship, adoption, parenthood) fic post

Louis and Harry pick a paint colour for their new daughter’s room.

🌼 I Trust You (1.8k, T, Larry, A/B/O, asexual character, established relationship) fic post

As an asexual Omega, Harry deals with his heats a little differently than most. His Alpha Louis is nothing but supportive.

🪹 Nest To You (15k, T, Larry, A/B/O, nesting, fluff) fic post

Everybody knows it’s in an Omega’s nature to nest, and Harry is no different. From the very first nest he builds to comfort himself when feeling homesick to the nest he one day brings his new pups home to, his Alpha Louis is there to witness it all.

Or: Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

🍀 A Little Cheering Up (1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, fluff, St. Patrick’s Day) fic post

Niall is disappointed because he can’t go home to Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day this year. Harry sets out to cheer him up with the help of Niall’s favourite tiny godchild.

❤️ Periodic (1.3k, G, Larry, OT5 friendship, girl direction) fic post

When Harry’s period has her in so much pain an hour before a show that she’s not sure if she’ll be able to perform, the other girls take matters into their own hands to help her feel better.

💍 Literally Falling For You (5.2k, E, Larry, proposal, smut) fic post

After five years of being together, Louis decides to propose to Harry on his birthday, and he needs everything to be perfect and sentimental down to every last detail. When his plans get derailed at the last minute, he decides to postpone the proposal on Valentine’s day instead. It’s just as amazing as he’d imagined.

🏆 Backstage at the Grammy’s (882, M, Larry, canon compliant, fluff) fic post

There’s someone waiting in Harry’s dressing room after his performance at the Grammy’s.

👶 Bless You! (2k, G, Larry, kid fic, parenthood) fic post

Harry and Louis’ young daughter, Ava, really enjoys when Harry says ‘bless you’ after she sneezes.

#masterpost #my fics #tracksintheam #i wrote the exact same number of fics as i did in 2022 #but only about half the amount of words #which i find… interesting #lol #here’s to 2024! ✨#*

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shall-we-imagine · 9 months

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Cookies and sleep (Klaus Goldstein AU)

A/N: literally ever since I saw this ask I've been wanting to write it the feeling I get from it is just aahh 💞💞💞

Genre: ?

(Third person point of view)

8:04 AM

"Shit." The blond mutters, realizing he'd overslept. Yes, indeed, it is his day off, but that doesn't make it any less busy than a work day..

He practically falls off the bed in an attempt to sprint to the bathroom, silently cursing his phone for the missing alarm all the way.

He skips his morning shower, knowing he'll come back sweaty and gross in an hour or so after he goes running.

Yes, the perfect time for a run would've been around 6 am, but this damned phone decided it was okay to let Klaus have an extra two hours, which he probably needed after staying up late working on a PowerPoint, but still: Klaus wasn't very thankful. He now has to push all his plans 2 hours back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones along with his jacket, he runs into the street madman style. A very late madman.

The cold air stings his skin like a thousand invisible needles. "Fuck." He breathes out, attempting to wear his jacket without really slowing down, which he's almost sure looks absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to waste, so if he needs to make a fool out of himself to get things done then so be it.

He eventually reaches the park where he usually goes for a run; it had a huge running track surrounding it, making it both challenging and fun. However, at this moment, Klaus could only view it as challenging, seeing as he's already panting after all the rush he was in ever since he woke up.

"No time for breaks." He mutters, forcing himself to push through the exhaustion while continuing to pant like a dog on a hot day.

He passes by another runner who just gives Klaus a sympathetic smile, as she proceeds with her routine, keeping her breathing steady. Klaus wanted to yell that he wasn't normally this pitiful and that he's actually fairly athletic, but he didn't have it in him to even speak, so he just displays a pained smile on his face instead, letting the random stranger think of him as pitiable.

10:23 AM

Klaus sighs. He knows he shouldn't hold onto the clouds of gloom surrounding him ever since he woke up, but it was very unlike him to be late. In fact, he's scolded countless people for being late, assuring them this could never be him.

Life is funny like that.

"No one will know. We'll take it to the grave." He assures himself, as he reaches for his keys.

His keys.

His keys?

Where are his keys?!

Did he drop them while running? No way; he would've known!

Did he even grab them before leaving?

"Fuck me." Klaus curses.

There's simply no way for him to open his door from outside except with the keys. He basically locked himself outside.

Elias has a spare key, but calling him would expose an unorderly, late, uncomposed Klaus. A version of him that should never see the light of day.

Klaus is not dramatic about this or anything.

10:37 AM

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower more or hisdignity and pride.

His stomach growls.

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower and food more or his dignity and pride.

He pushes himself off his front porch and circulates his house, sort of like a burglar tryna find his way in.

A miracle.

A thought shone through his misery, possibly saving the day.

Who would've known that delaying getting a window's broken lock fixed would bring such happiness to a perfectionist like him?

Klaus pushes the window open with one swift movement and kicks his leg up, hooking it on the window sill and pulling himself up.

The excitement had erased the dimensions of the window from Klaus's memory, but he was to be reminded immediately with a loud bang once his head collides with the top if the window.

He grumbles in pain and annoyance but pushes himself inside anyway.

He rubs his head and moans in pain, "Today's just not my day." he mumbles.

Klaus drags himself into the hot shower, relieved bythe only relaxing thing he's experienced this morning.

10:58 AM

Klaus isn't a fan of brunch, but he was too hungry to complain.

Hey, at least the waffles taste as good as they would've at 6 AM. He smiles to himself.

Meow

Klaus stiffens.

Would it be too farfetched to assume Elias came over with his kitten?

The source of the noise reveals itself. Lo and behold it is, in fact, not Elias's tiny black kitten. Instead, struts in a chubby orange cat that Klaus has never ever seen before.

"Rude." Klaus mumbles.

The cat meows back as if to object to his insult.

"Come on you invited yourself in! How did you even get in here?" His gaze pans over to the broken window. Aha.

"Well, whatever." He had no energy left to argue with the entitled feline. He wanted to eat his breakfast and relax.

11:14 AM

"You really shouldn't be eating so much; you're already a bit chubbier than you should be." His fingers lovingly rub the top of the stray's head, heavily contrasting his words. Thankfully, cats don't speak human.

Occupied with the tuna, Little Stalker -as Klaus called her- ignores Klaus's health advice and stuffs her face.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" The blonde rolls his eyes, before proceeding to shower the cat with physical affection.

He almost melts when she purrs in response, but no, he must play hard to get.

12:03 PM

"Yes you're a good girl; you're the best girl! Good job!" He squeezes the towel-wrapped cat into his arms.

Hmm...how's 49 mins for hard to get?

At least he found it in him to force her into a bath, right?

The cat hisses at him, clearly unhappy with the progression of events, perhaps reconsidering its choices of houses to break into.

3:45 PM

Klaus groans at the doorbell, willing his sibling (probably) to go away. Not because he didn't miss him, but simply because he was comfortable in bed. So was Cookie, who'd gotten comfortable on his chest.

He admires his new furry friend, spotted with brown "chocolate chips" that inspired ber new more appropriate name. Alfonse or Elias better have have something worth moving the cat and getting up for.

He sighs and forces himself towards the noise of possibly the third or fourth round of knocks and bell rings.

"Why are you so persistent?" Klaus rolls his eyes.

"I missed you too, Klaus." Elias pushes past his older brother, tentatively followed by a giggly Alfonse.

Klaus glares at his older brother, scaring him into giving a better performance of totally not finding this funny.

Alfonse isn't very good at this role.

"W-when did you get a cat?" As confused as Elias is, that doesn't stop him from pulling the furball into his arms.

"Today. I also didn't get it; it sort of forced itself onto me, really." He shrugs.

"Explains a lot" The youngest retorts sarcastically but moves on nonetheless, practically adopting Cookie for the time being.

7:36 PM

"I told you I won't forget; now leave!"

"Okay, okay, you're so pushy, jeez."

Klaus practically shoves his younger brothers out the door.

"See you later; have a safe ride home; bye!" Door slam.

Klaus sigh, resting his back on the front door.

Cookie curiously approaches him, meowing in the process, earning herself a smile from the tall blond.

She rubs her head against his legs, so Klaus gives in and pulls her into his arms. "You're such a lil manipulator, y'know that?"

Klaus takes his new companion and goes back to his room.

9:49 PM

Cookie buries her face in the crook of a sleeping Klaus's neck, not very keen on making sure he doesn't wake up.

Alas, the blond was too far gone to be woken up by the furball.

After all, he'd had a pretty long day.

And even though he'd swear to never be able to sleep except in complete darkness, Klaus was now in deep sleep while the light from the tv screen illuminates his sharp features.

Well, not like that was the only out of character thing to happen today, huh?

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