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jaded-jezz · 1 year

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Jack Champion x Photographer!Reader

Part 1/?

☁︎ Fluff

Summary: y/n is a photographer for the new scream promo and Jack thinks she belongs in front of the camera rather than behind.

"Y/N did you double check the SD card was empty?" My best friend and work partner, Leah, shouted from down the hall. "Yeah it was the first thing i did this morning,"

Leah and I have been working together ever since college where we met during our photography course. We have been inseparable since both landing a job at a highly praised magazine company.

Today is going to be a great day as we have been given the front cover photoshoot with full creative control too. It has been my childhood dream to have even a small picture but another front page? The feeling never gets old.

Leah and I finish packing all of our equipment into the car and we start the drive down to the studios in LA. As it’s kind of a long drive Leah starts our little road-trip with our favourite song. We scream the lyrics and laugh when the people, in the cars that pass us, give us strange looks.

To save our voices from any extreme damage, we put on some less energetic music and go over the plan for the day. “Wait, have you seen the cast for Scream 6?” Leah suddenly asks.

“Yeh like sorta… no not really” I answer scrambling for my phone. “Well we know Jenna from the Wednesday shoot so that’s less worrying right?” I say as I wait for the list to load.

“Oh yeah I forgot you did that! Do you think she will remember you?”

(Scream VI Groupchat POV)

Jenna- how close is everyone to the studio?

Devyn- I’m parked outside

Melissa- the shoot starts in half an hour

Devyn- I LIKE TO BE EARLY OK?!

Jasmine- YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BRING ME THIS EARLY TOO THO

Liana- wait you guys drove together? You could’ve invited me 🥺

Jasmine- use that emoji again and I will become ghostface

Liana- 🥺sowy🥺

‘Jasmine’ has left the group chat.

Mason- Jenna this is your fault

Jack- What the hell did I just miss?

Jenna- HOW WAS IT MY FAULT?

Mason- YOU ASKED THE QUESTION

Jack- Jenna, Mason is the reason we are running late please don’t kill us.

Jenna- thanks for actually answering jack, mason I’m going to kill you

‘Devyn’ added ‘Jasmine’ to the group.

Devyn- see you guys soon!

(Y/N POV)

“ I doubt she will remember, I didn’t really speak” I answer, as I start to cringe over my previous shoots without Leah. Leah is literally my rock, and she knows this as she looks over to me. “You will be great, I’ll be there if things get too awkward, and you have all your notes on your phone and in your notebook.” I give her a smile as I reach for said notes to calm my nerves.

When we arrive at the studio I already see two of the actors and they wave as we walk past their car. I feel a lot less stressed as I see that everything is clean for us to set up our equipment. Leah and I finish in a record time thanks to my meticulously drawn plan of the placement for lights and tripods.

One of the producers walks in to check if we are ready. He lets us know that two actors are going to be late but it won’t ruin the shoot. As he leaves to alert the cast Leah stands next to me to make sure I don’t run away.

“OMG it is you!” I hear a voice come round the corner. “I thought I recognised your name, guys this is the talent who created all the Wednesday promo!” Jenna exclaims to the group before walking over to hug me.

“It is great to see you again Jenna! And it’s lovely to meet all of you too.” I say to the room. “I’m Y/N, this is Leah and the stylists are in the other room.” I start to explain the plan for the day.

“So any questions?” I ask after I realise I’ve been talking rambling for too long. “Oh last thing, sorry, if at any point you feel uncomfortable or awkward in a pose or something, just let me know and I will sort it as fast as I can.” I let the cast go to their stylists, who they knew from set, and walk towards my camera and laptop to make sure everything is loaded up and ready to go.

“She did remember you.” Leah said in a hushed giggle as my face starts to go red.

(Jack’s POV)

We are late. Mason is late. So I’m late. I hate being late to these things. Especially when it’s people I’ve never worked with before, although I think I remember Jenna saying she’s met one of the photographers before but that doesn’t calm me down one bit.

“Hey man, chill out” Mason interrupts my internal panic. “They won’t mind, you can charm them with your good looks yeh?” He suggests. I widen my eyes to show I don’t agree. “Fine, I’ll apologise in my own way and you do it how you want too.” He sighs, jokingly.

When we finally arrive we are pushed into the changing rooms so fast that I don’t get to apologize for our lack of punctuality. I quickly change into my costume before jumping into the makeup chair, next to Mason. Once the artist has finished I text my mum to tell her I made it and left it on the vanity. I headed out to the studio once Mason was done too.

"Look who decided to show up!"

Part Two will be their meeting! Or should I say meet-cute?

Also (shameless plug) I really want to be a photographer so I would mean a lot if you followed/checked out my Instagram:

@/no.stress_jess

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

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wizkiddx · 1 year

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summary: pierre still finds spa incredibly difficult - and has many an emotion that has built up to explode

pierre gasly x driver!reader

Warnings (pls read!): grief, panic attacks (different for everyone, just my interpretation of it), general anxiety, death (pls pls don't read if any of these could trigger u - inbox is always open if u need to talk) xxx

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“Y/n! We’re late!”

“Yeh I know-I know I’m comin-“

“Now 3 minutes late and the bus is-“

“Yeh I know! I’m coming!” You practically screamed as you smoothed out your mclaren team uniform, taking one last glance in the mirror of your drivers room before yanking the door open. Max, your press officed, was glaring at you from the other side, before immediately spinning on his heel to lead you down the papaya lined corridors.

“You’re getting a reputation for being late you know.”

“It’s not my fault! There was just this really cute kid out there and they were a massive mclaren fan and-“

“You need to learn to smile and wave. Because really you know if you are late it’s my job that’s at risk and-“ You already tuned out Max’s lectures - you got them at least once a day so really it was part of an everyday occurrence.

The two of you had come to an unspoken conclusion. You would never change and neither would he. So the lectures were here to stay.

Being a rookie in their first season, there obviously is alot of eyes on you and media was important. But there was just so much. It was eye watering. Today, for example, it was qualifying day. As in big important day. And yet, you had spent at least 3 hours doing media.

And now you were late for the drivers parade. A stupid tradition where all 20 of you got on the roof top bus and make small talk, whilst waving to the crowds. Honestly it seemed a bit outdated, though it was a nice chance to chat to the other drivers - actually further away from prying mics and cameras than in the paddock. So small victories.

This one seemed particularly annpying though, just because the lap in Spa is so so long. You’d be on the bus for ages, because there was no way it was going up eau rouge with any speed.

You didn’t want to keep all the other drivers waiting, it was on their time too after all. So you and Max jogged through the paddock, dodging everyone shouting your name, to get into the FIA building. It was the area of the pit garage which wasn’t controlled by a team, instead the FIA. It was where you got weighed after the race, and all the other box ticking activities.

Just as you entered the covered over area, a swarm of blue and white clouded your vision, one of them heading straight for the two of you.

“Max you haven’t seen Pierre have you?” A thick french accent from the tall brunette, who you quickly pieced together as always being with the french alphatauri driver he was trying to locate. Either a coach, engineer, PR or friend you assumed. He completely ignored you, directing the question solely at Max.

“Not from our direction, you ok?” Max had apparently - for once- picked up on mood and asked the man if everything was alright. To be fair, it was pretty obvious, he was sweating and looking round frantically.

“He’s not doing so great and now he disappeared and- I actually shouldn’t probably be saying this.” He looked like he wanted to leave the conversation, shuffling from foot to foot.

“No worries. You go, we’ll keep an eye.” You butted yourself into the conversation as the man smiled thankfully before already making his way out.

“That was weird” Max muttered under his breath, as the two of you started walking again. Agreeing you nodded, biting your lip in the hope it genuinely was nothing and Pierre had just been taken for an interview or a fan or something.

“Who was that by the way? I’ve seen him around but never…”

“Oh thats Pyry, yeh Pierre and him kind of keep themselves to themselves but I know him back from when we both worked in Indycar so.”

“You think Pierres okay?” You spoke to Max in between greeting a few FIA people as you entered the ‘holding pen’ full of drivers before you got on the bus.

“Sure it’s nothing, right can I trust you to stay here and go on the parade without risking my job again? You were rolling your eyes at his sarcasm, ready to slap back with a crass word except something quite quickly popped into your mind. He saw you freeze and instantly read your mind. “SERIOUSLY?”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t get a chance to go before we left the team and the bus is gonna be long and I really need a wee!”

“You are so lucky that gaslys gone awol otherwise-“

“You love me really!” You ended the conversation, jogging toward the toilet facilitates in order to piss the guy off as little as possible. The FIA toilets were hardly glamourous, just hidden round a series of soon to be flat packed corridors leading to three stalls and basic sinks opposite. They had only become unisex toilets after your first race - where you found there were no womens toilets as apparently before there wasn’t a need. Safe to say you were furious at that.

As you rounded the corner, a noise struck you - making you stop in your tracks and look around. It was as though someone was panting or having an asthma attack- whatever was happening they appeared to be gasping for breath. Tiptoeing further into the toilet, not wanting to scare whoever it was, you crouched down. From that angle you could see a hunched body sitting with there back to the cubicle door. The gasping only got louder, it sounded like they were really in trouble, so you knew you had to do something.

You knocked lightly on that door before calling out a soft hello. You saw the person flinch, clearly a bit shocked, and momentarily silence fell over the cubicles.

“Hey, um, I just wanted to check if you needed anything?”What sounded like a muffled sob escaped the person, before a cough and then a rasped reply.

“C-cant breaathe.”

“Do you have an inhaler or anything?” Thinking this still could be an asthma attack you were primed to run to the medic tent or something.

“F-feel like….like I will die.”

It was those words that gave it away. A heavy french accent that so normally was coupled with a cocky smile. It was remarkably different to normal, but then Pyry’s words echoed in the back of your mind. ‘He’s not doing so great’.

And then you put it all together. Spa. Anthoine. Pierre.

“You’re not going to die Pierre, but we should try and get your breathing under control okay?” You spoke in a measured, calm tone to the closed door you were now crouched infront of.

“Can’t-can’t breathe.” He just responded in a shaky tone.

“Can you turn around and open the door? It might help to get some fresh air in?” There was some huffing and puffing, but eventually the door cracked open. He was still sitting on the floor and looked through the crack with a terrified suspicion. “It’s okay it’s just me in here…Y/n - is that okay?” With the confirmation there wasn’t an audience, Pierre allowed the door to fully open as he sat crosslegged - clutching his knees.

He was in head to toe alpha tauri merch, but that wasn’t the striking thing. He looked so small and scared hunched in a ball as he continued to gasp for breath, his eyes red and shining. He looked broken.

“Good job okay, so have you ever tried grounding before?” He shook his head violently, and you shuffled forwards to sit directly opposite him. He may not have tried it before, but you had always found grounding helpful - so maybe it was worth a try.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk you through it. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?”

“Wha-what do you-“

“I know it sounds silly but sometimes it helps. 5 things you can see?” He looked at you, still gasping and trembling, but also with a quizzical look.

“uhm I see…. I see you…”

“Good, thats one, what else can you see?”

“uhm the-the door?” He looked at you almost unsure, so you gently nodded in order to get him to go on. “and the-the sinks?”

“Doing really good, can you get two more?”

“I-I see the toilet paper and-and the toilet?” He briefly looked round to the loo before speaking, and you let out a gentle chuckle.

“Yeh admittedly not very glamourous, but you did really good. Now can you try and tell me four things you can feel? It could be the ground your clothes, anything.”

“I-err” He took a few more fast breaths before continuing.”the tiles on the floor, the-the shoes I wear?” Again he looked at your for encouragement which you gave, both by nodding and offering your hand out. It was a simple gesture, because sometimes you ran out of things to say for this category and someone elses hand counts. “I feel my shirt collar and-and you.” He squeezed your hand gratefully and you smiled, moving onto three things he can hear. He said the crowd (which you could hear the quiet rumble of everywhere), the leaking tap and your voice. At this point his breathing was a lot better though he was trembling. By no means was he okay - but he didn’t seem in the flight or fight stage anymore.

“Okay now two things you can smell?”

“In a toilet?” He retorted back, making the both of you laugh - him wetly, and you could tell he was only laughing for your sake but you took it.

“Humour me.”

“Ok…well-well the toilet-“ You shook you head and rolled your eyes playfully. “and-and your perfume.” He answered honestly and you smiled, noting to buy another bottle of it - if it can overpower a toilet then thats a win.

“Now one thing you can taste, but I always carry these in my pocket because this one is a difficult one.” You held out a packet of mints, offering out to Pierre. He smiled smally before accepting your offer and popping the white polo into his mouth.

“Is this not cheating?”

“Yeh maybe a bit. So what one thing can you taste?”

“Mint.”

“No way!” You exclaimed sarcastically and Pierre chuckled a bit at you. “How are you feeling now?”

“Well I can breathe so thats a bit better.” He was still almost whispering and you could still tell he wasn’t okay. With the hand he was holding you squeezed lightly before, cautiously, asking your next question.

“Sometimes it can be helpful to talk about whats going on?”

“I don’t really talk about him.” That sounded like a pre-programmed response, one he used for the media, used for friends.

“Anthoine?”

“Yeh” He nodded, looking defeated. You decided the change tack. You told him to shuffle up, and then you sat right next to him - you were both sat against one wall of the toilet cubicle, feet pressed against the other wall.

“I lost a friend, Mia, when we were 20 last year. And it’s weird because I didn’t use to think of her everyday, because there was no need, she was there living her life and I was living mine. But then, when she died, everything changed. I feel like I have to think about her, to keep her memory alive. But I wasn’t ever thinking about her life, I was thinking about death and missing her. It was unsustainable.”

“Toino was like my brother.” You hadn’t expected him to speak up but almost immediately he launched himself into words and thought that had clearly been on the tip of his tongue for so long. “And everyone just keeps carrying on but I don’t feel like I can. Not like that.”

“Like the world keeps on turning for everyone else but for you-“

“ oui… and we come back here every year and I drive round where he died and I live it again and again and again… And you are right, I don’t think about his life, I think about his dea-“ He cut himself off when his voice broke, covering his face with his hands as he broke down.

There was nothing to be said. You just sat with him, your side pressed up next to his in the squashed cubicle. He cried for a little bit, letting it all out. You just stayed quiet, watching the blank wall in front of you. That was until a couple of moments later, when the man beside you spoke up again.

“Thanks for… well for knowing what to do.”

“It’s ok, anyone would help. It’s just how I’d want someone to treat me too.” You felt his eyes on you, looked over to see his eyes burning a hole in your head with there intensity.

“It happens… it happens to you too?”

“I have panic attacks yeh, I’m used to them but it doesn’t make them any less scary when they happen.”

“I only had since Tonio and only once or twice but… I just feel like somethings wrong with me.” You sighed quietly, heartbroken to hear the way he was speaking. Before this you’d had a maximum of three conversations - mostly were small talk about the weather. But you couldn’t not feel empathy for the man sat next to you.

“Nothing is wrong with you, we are all just human. And sometimes its shitty but thats the way it is. You think you’ll be okay for this afternoon?” This afternoon meaning qualifying. Pierre shuffled, before nodding, again catching your eyes.

“I think so - I’m just tired.”

“Panic attacks are draining. Luckily we still have-“ Checking your branded watch you smiled gratefully. You would’ve missed drivers parade now. Silver linings and all. “- three and a half hours and a pre-race nap is part of my routine. I’m sure you can talk to Pyry and squeeze one in?”

“You know Pyry? Sorry just realise we haven’t spoken alot.”

“No no don’t be, and I just bumped into him today actually. Are you feeling ready to…” The blonde took a shuddering breath, as if to steel himself. The two of you stood up, exiting the confined toilet cubicle and out by the sinks.

“Oh putain!” Pierre cursed quietly as soon as he saw himself in the mirror, his red eyes, flushed and tear stained cheeks. You had to snicker at that - even if you felt bad for him it was weird to see the normally oh so confident and oh so put together driver unhappy with his appearance. It was nothing a splash of water couldn’t fix though, and just before you were about to leave, Pierre grabbed your arm.

“Seriously thankyou Y/n and…and I’d appreciate it if this stayed between you and me.”

“You don’t have to thank me and you don’t have to worry either. If you do want to talk or anything too I’m always- this sounds stupid.”

“No no thankyou for the offer. It umh- it was good to properly meet you. Y/n” He offered you a hand, to which you shook with a shy smile.

“You too Pierre, if I don’t see you before the race - you’ll do great.”

“You too Y/n”

You left the toilet with a quiet smile, the two of peeling off to your respective crews. Pyry was waiting around just on the left and you saw him wrap an arm round Pierres shoulders as he led him towards the motorhome. You smiled to yourself, grateful that Pierre was doing a bit better than before. That was until you saw Max and new you’d be in shitloads of PR trouble.

“Max! I’m so sorry I swear I can expl-“

“Y/n I’m actually not about to lecture you!” He almost laughed, to which you cocked you head at, as he started leading you through the paddock again. “I came to get you but heard you talking to Pierre, thought it was best to give you both a bit of privacy.”

“Oh thanks mate, I appreciate thtat alot.”

“No stress, and I’ve already smoothed everything over with the FIA and organisers for you both missing the parade. So just so you know you owe me - big time.”

“When do I not Max?” He just laughed, patting you on your back before heading off down the paddock.

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The rest of the weekend was pretty much run of the mill. Your qualifying was pretty good, coming out P4 and beating both mercedes and checo and lando - so a pretty decent result. You’d only seen Pierre brefily as you passed him in the paddock. Maybe he actually hadn’t seen you or maybe he was playing it cool and pretending the morning never happened - if so you didn’t really mind, he clearly had stuff to work out and understandably you were low priority.

Sunday morning was pretty overcast, but you quickly and efficiently completed all your media and team commitments with two hours before you were needed back in the garage. So you and your coach Eddie had escaped the madness in your motorhome - provided for you by the team. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of the paddock and garages, where you could shower, relax, get changed and generally decompress. Determined to make use of the facilities you decided to shower then have a pre-reace nap in the bed at the back.

You left Eddie in the communal area as you showered, hence why you were surprised when you turned off the basking hot water to hear three voices from the otherside of the door. The motorhomes were supposed to be super private- only personal guests of the drivers were allowed in. So who on earth Eddie was having chit-chat with was beyond you - even mclaren personnel werent supposed to be allowed in without your say so.

COonfused, you hurried to put on your fire-resistant ‘unders’ layer - in order to be race-ready and because they were pretty damn comfortable. Quickly checking yourself in the half fogged up mirror, you accepted the fact you did look like a drowned rat and whoever it was would just have to deal with it. As you opened the door, the hushed conversations halted immediately, silence overtaking the motor home as all eyes fell on you. Especially some piercing blue ones.

“Y/n, I hope you don’t mind but Pyry and Pierre wanted to catch up with you and I thought you wouldn’t mind-“ Your coach spoke first, gesturing to the two men sitting bolt upright on the edge of the little sofa.

“No no, of course not! Sorry I just got out of the shower but erm… well it’s nice to finally meet you Pyry.”

“The pleasure is all mine” He spoke with such a french smoothness, one that no doubt melted alot of peoples hearts before. “But Eddie and I will leave you alone.”

“Oh will we know?” Eddie almost squacked, making you stifle a little laugh at his almost offended face. He looked to you questioningly, to which you replied. “Go have an hour or two off, I was only going to nap anyway.” He looked slightly rejected, standing up slowly as he followed Pyry to the door.

“I’ll be back when you need prep for the race, and if you need anything just give me a call.” He was being overprotective and you knew it, but it was also endearing. True to your word, you hadn’t told Eddie or anyone else about the incident with Pierre yesterday. Of course Max, yoru PR manager, had overheard- but he was surprisingly being quite reserved with it. So when Eddie saw the biggest player in the paddock suddenly wanting your attention alone - his distrust was understandable.

With a final quizzical look Pyry dragged poor Eddie out the motorhome, leaving just you and Pierre now standing awkwardly opposite each other.

“Do you want to…” Jiltedly you offered him a seat on the sofa - cutting through the cold atmosphere.

“I’m sorry this was Pyry’s idea.” Pierre muttered, refusing to meet your eyeline. But you saw enough to know his eyes were deep and sunken. He looked tired and broken.

“No no don’t apologise!… But er, what was Pyrys idea?” Letting out a little embarrassed huff, Pierre continued.

“Well, I-er-I told him about yesterday in the-the toilet and well I didn’t sleep las night but I tried the 54321 thing and it worked but I still cant completely calm down and-and so Pyry said maybe if you helped yesterday you could help now? I know it’s a stupid idea and probably don’t have time so I can just leav-“

“Pierre!” You had to physically interrupt his ramblings or you thought there would be a high risk he’d never stop. “I’m glad you came. And as I said to Eddie, I was just planning on taking a nap anyway - and in the nicest way it looks like you need it too.”

He looked gobsmacked - mouth literally hanging open- at what you thought was a pretty unsurprising answer. But then maybe, he really hadnt expected it. Which made sense - you were hardly friends, and now you were casually offering to nap together?

“You-you are sure? It isn’t weird?” His french accent came out a little more which was incredibly endearing, as you patted the space next to you on the bed.

“Not to me. And if it makes you feel more comfortable-“ you paused, clambering to the sofa and stealing all the decorative papaya cushions from it.” - heres a pillow wall so this is your side and this is mine.”

The normally supremely confident blonde man still looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you were well aware this wasn’t at all his normal. Agreeing with your plan, he took his coat off and placed it on the sofa before clambering on to his side of the bed. And then there was silence for a bit, both of you staring up at the ceiling with a wall of pillows beside you. It gave Pierre time and space to speak freely - something which you kind of knew he needed.

“You were right yesterday. I think of his death, not of his life… I try but I-I constantly disappoint myself and-and him.” He sighed, giving you a chance to figure out what the hell to say in response to that.

“Okay well, tell me about him. What is your earliest memory of him?” The lack of response was deafening, you were worried you might’ve overstepped. But then the top pillow of the wall, the one that was blocking your vision of his head, was whipped away. Both of you turned over on the bed - still otherwise seperated- but looking deep into his eyes.

“He-he was my brother. We met only when we were tiny…”

And Pierre spoke and spoke and spoke. Spoke about meeting as eight year olds, both with unruly long side-swept hair that looked ridiculous. He spoke of their first arguement after a karting incident which he only now admits as his fault. He spoke about living together for half a year when they were both in the early part of their career. He spoke of holidays hiking, hours in the gym, staying with his family. He spoke the story of Anthoine, from his perspective.

You sensed where he got near the ending. His free, almost rambling speaking, only pausing to consider how to say what he was thinking in english, changed. It became jilted, more tense, more stuck. Before it became overwhelming for him you interrupted.

“He sounds a bit like you, you know? A bit less arrogant, less of an arsehole, but a bit like you.” Pierre chuckled, taking in a breath and closing his eyes before responding.

“I see why you say that, but he was not like me at all . Not really. I…I think thats why I needed him. Why I still do I guess.”

“ I don’t think it’s like that, not really. People sometimes bring out something in ourselves we don’t easily find. The right person, they fit in the right way, the equal and the opposite. It’s balance. When I lost my friend, I realised all the parts of me that I didnt have but they did. The bits she couldnt fill in for me anymore. She was funny, she was a sarcastic pessimist, she was so innocent and she was so brave. She was brilliant.”

“She sounds like a contradiction.” Pierre noted and it made you chuckle a bit.

“She was and thats what was so beautiful about her. But, the point is, only when I lost her did she teach me the most. Because instead of relying on her to be those things, I had to learn to do it for myself. I embraced her and all her weird quirks. It-it might sounds stupid, but I feel like she really does live on in me. Her death changed me- it was so hard and so shit. But I changed for the better. I grew to be more like her… I still sometimes joke with her in my head. When someone says something we have an in-joke about. I hear her laugh. They are with us, I think. They will always be.”

There was silence again for a few moments, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. It just was.

“When did she…” He didn’t finish off the sentence but you knew what he meant.

“2 and a half years ago. Cancer.”

“putain” he muttered under his breath, making your eyebrows quirk into the pillow.

“Putin? Like Vladimir?”

“No-no cherie” he half laughed at your confusion “it is french. It means um shit or fuck.”

“Oh ah, well yeh putin indeed.”

“No, Putaine!”

“Pootain?” You butchered, but Pierre knew it was best to admit defeat.

“putain.” He agreed, both of you looking at each other in a serious deadly silence that lasted about 3 seconds until you both burst out laughing.

It wasn’t that funny but the laugh was needed. So you both laughed.

It took a minute of two for you both to calm down, but when you did you both reverted to the same positions you were in before. Facing each other, eyes locked with each other.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep for a bit?”

“I thinik…”He took a minute, literally to think, you could see the cogs turning. “I think I might… it feels less…less crushing.”

“Thats a good start.” You genuinely smiled over at him, it felt as though you could see the change in his face. He still looked like shit - or merde, as you now knew. But there was something about his eyes. They looked calmer. “Goodnight Pierre.”

“Goodnight Y/n.”

You woke up instinctively, to the noise of the motorhome door opening. Craning your neck up, you gave Eddie a sleepy smile as he tiptoed into the motorhome, followed by Pyry just on his shoulder. Given Eddies much calmer demeanour, even though you were now actually in bed with Pierre, you assumed Pyry must of said something to him. Otherwise god knows, you’d half expect Eddie to remove Pierre from the motorhome himself. He was like your overprotective dad but so much worse.

Pierre. You looked back from the doorway to the guy to your left. It was only at that point you realised the both of you had barely moved. The pillow wall stood strong, except from the removed highest one, which meant you could see the frenchman. Facing towards you, you noticed things you never had before about Pierre. His almost fluffy stubble, that contradicted the sharp jawline it framed. How surprisingly long his eyelashes were, almost dusting the surface of his undereye. How peaceful he looked. When he didn’t have the smug smile or flirtatious eyes, maybe his face would be tolerable.

“45 minutes till you need to be in garage, thought it was time we started warm-up.” Eddie spoke in a hushed voice, getting your attention from the man beside you again. You nodded in agreement, then tried to work yourself out the bed without moving it to disturb Pierre. You weren’t his coach, but you could tell the man was in desperate need of sleep. Even if it wasn’t his usual way to prepare for a race you thought Pyry should maybe make an exception and allow him to sleep for longer.

“You guys can stay in here as long as you need. We can warm up in the garage right?” You looked from Pyry to Eddie, all of you keeping your voices low.

“You are a miracle worker, thankyou from the both of us.” Pyry looked almost relieved, making you blush.

“I didn’t do-“

“You really did. Thankyou, and goodluck for the race.”

With one last look at the man curled up in your bed, Eddie lightly pulled you out of the motorhome.

You needed to concentrate. You had a race after all.

let me know what u think - and pls pls if u need my inbox is always open x

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Could u do a quickie with minju with glasses and thighs

Phone: Return of the Angel +1

Male Reader x Kim Minju x Yeh Shuhua

Length: 2055 words

Tags: THIGHS, thigh fucking, thigh riding, cumming on thighs, also blowjob, cunnilingus, squirting, finger fucking, threesome, game, competition, horny!Minju / rival/Shuhua

TW: UNEDITED QUICKIE

Inspiration: the request PLUS an @friskyriskywhisky ask. The source of all hooni lmao

(A/N: Phone being revived and I have more ideas for it planned. But first of, enjoy this thigh goodness!)

>@you, better be ready! I have company ;)< Sent by Angel

You didn’t know when she would strike, how she would do it and most importantly, who she would bring along, so you were on your toes. The message popped up shortly after you left Honey Julia’s house, who’s bratty act was actually nothing but a facade, a character she liked to play. After your sessions she was very sweet and offered you to stay the night, but a suspicion, a feeling urged you to decline her offer. However, you will definitely visit her again one day.

It’s been a couple of hours since Minju sent the message. The sun is already setting, a cold breeze softly hushes through the streets and everything seems so peaceful and calm. You know this is the case now, but as soon as someone knocks on the door, it won’t be quiet for the entire night. Luckily, it won’t annoy anyone and you still have a couple of days of vacation left, so it’s going to be fine—

“Hello~ Minju is back~!”

She didn’t knock. She walked straight through the door, probably expecting that you would have unlocked it beforehand. Unlike last time, a pair of glasses lay on her small nose and bring out a new side to her gorgeous face. Most of her body is once again covered by the black overcoat you saw on her first trip to your house. The only part that is visible are her long, smooth-looking legs and high-heels you would only ever see on a prostitute. Wait, is she never cold?

“My God! Didn’t your parents teach you how to knock?”

“Sorry, Daddy, “ Minju gasps out her apology in between deep, rapid breaths, “but Minju needs you right now.”

“You needy little thing,” you sigh in played annoyance. Suddenly, footsteps make you refocus your horny brain from Minju to someone else. Unlike the slutty Angel, they walk in with slow, confident steps in rather quiet sneakers instead of clicking heels.

“It’s different from what you’re thinking.”

Her voice is seductive. Her dark hair is wavy. Her skirt is short. Very short. Underneath them two massive thighs protrude and their firm looking skin makes your mouth water. Her focused and fierce gaze rests on you as you inspect her delicious body, not daring to complain about her intrusion. A stranger she may be, but she is a very hot one.

“We need your opinion,” she starts and Minju interrupts her hastily.

“You need to decide whose thighs are better: Minju’s or Shuhua’s,” the horny Angel says, before pressing her palms on your chest and pushing you down onto the nearby couch. As you fall into the cushions of the warm, black fabric, Minju removes the warm, black fabric that is her overcoat and lets it drop to the floor.

Given what you know about Minju, it shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, but when she straddles you, you not only see but also feel that she was only wearing an oversized T-shirt underneath. Her wet lips rest right above the zipper of your dark jeans that struggle to keep your erection from bursting out.

“Uhm, s-sure. Just close the damn door. It’s freezing outside,” you groan as Minju fidgets with the hem of your pants for a second. In her position it’s almost impossible to get you undressed, so you decide to help her out. Gently, you grab her sides and try to move next to you onto the couch. She resists.

“No, please, Minju wants to go first!”

“You can go first, dummy, but if you sit like this, they will never come off.”

“Hmph, fine.”

You stand up and get ready to pull down both jeans and boxers, but Minju is faster. The second she has forced the garments around your ankles, her lips are around your cock and she takes in your entire length in one go. You shout out your blissful arousal with quick curses. Before you completely succumb to the feeling of Minju’s deepthroating skill and the sound of her gags, Shuhua rushes back from closing the door.

“Yah! Minju, you idiot! We had a competition, you cock hungry whore!”

“Hm, right,” Minju mumbles, your tip still on her tongue. Once again, she pushes you into the couch and gets in position. This time, nothing is in the way of your manhood and her glistening pussy and voluptuous thighs. After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, Minju sits on your crotch sideways, your cock in her perfect gap.

“Okay! Minju is ready~” the girl shouts out in lewd delight and Shuhua nods.

“Good. You got five minutes to pleasure him with your thighs only, then it’s my turn. Whoever makes him cum wins. Ready, set, go!”

The few seconds you were allowed to savor the hot, motionless feeling around your cock is gone with the end of the countdown. Minju goes all in from the start to create friction in the tight opening right in front of her pussy. Its juices provide enough lubrication for her to easily go up and down your shaft. She wouldn’t be the horny Angel however without an extra trick up her sleeve.

With each stroke, she flexes and relaxes her thighs. Pressure all around your throbbing cock becomes suffocating at quick intervals and you can’t help but groan at the tightness. Minju’s rapid, mindless jumps cause her to not only release those girly, cock-hungry moans you already are familiar with, but also more of her juices. She goes faster and faster.

"Fuck," you groan and reach for her hips to make her slow down. If you come in the next few minutes, this won't even be a competition and all the fun would be over, so it is in your interest to hinder her enthusiasm. Although Minju fights it, you can decrease her pace. She is not happy about it and let's you know.

"No, Daddy! Minju wants to cum, Minju needs to cum!"

"What a slut," Shuhua groans under her breath and sits down next to you on the couch. Her soft hands reach for yours and your hold on Minju's wide hips is loosened.

"Let her go. I want to see more of this."

Your brief confusion leads to Minju immediately seizing the opportunity to go all out. She leans forward to kiss Shuhua's lips or cheek or somewhere on her gorgeous face, but she backs off. Minju whimpers and puckers her lips for kisses that are out of reach.

"No-oh," Shuhua says in a mocking tone and pushes Minju away at her forehead, "focus, or you will lose, pretty bitch."

At this point, Minju is actually about to win. The sight before you and her never constantly constraining thighs make your head throw back on it's own. You need to direct your gaze up to the ceiling, the boring, dirty white ceiling to not cum to the sensation of Minju's thrilling, smooth pale skin.

Suddenly, Minju adjusts herself and you feel your dick rub next to her clit and up to her shaven pelvis. The sensation might not be as pleasurable as before because her thighs don’t create the same friction, but you understand why she did this. The stimulation on her hard nub makes her climax and squirt hot juices all over your cock. The girl cum runs down your shaft and thoroughly covers your balls and the couch.

“You’re so selfish!” Shuhua complains. You catch a mischievous glimpse in her eyes from the corner of yours while your main focus is on a screaming and moaning Minju enjoying her orgasm in rapid twitches. She gets interrupted by a sudden thud.

“My turn,” claims Shuhua, and like a Rugby Pro, she tackles Minju off of your lap and onto the cushions. It’s either a perfect calculation or a downright miracle that your hard member escaped unscaved, still you release a surprised yelp.

You a frozen in shock for a second or two, however long it takes for Shuhua to remove her drenched panties and take her approach on a thigh fuck. She is face down, in almost a right angle on your lap and her ass is right at your crotch. A few adjustments later, the pre-cum leaking tip of your cock protrudes from her thigh gap.

“Fuck,” you groan ou through gritted teeth as Shuhua begins to sway her hips slowly side to side to massage your dick. Unlike Minju, she isn’t rash and uncontrollable or constantly flexes her pronounced muscles, instead she uses all the liquids on your cock (and her own) to make each movement go smoothly.

Comparing their thighs is like comparing their styles: impossible. There are things to like about both and you could not imagine preferring only one for a long stretch of time. Minju’s enthusiasm, constant lubrication and mind-numbing moans are good for some days and Shuhua’s carefulness, natural tightness and soothing mewls are for the other days.

It’s again time for you to look away from the action between your legs. Shuhua’s tiny skirt is already (intentionally, of course) bunched up around her waist and her round ass-cheeks need to be squeezed. It must not be part of your judgment, all that should count is the sensation of her thighs.

You direct your eyes to the right, where Shuhua’s head rests right next to Minju’s spread legs. The girl in glasses has her T-shirt bunched up (intentionally, of course) above her breasts and plays with her own nipples, while the black haired girl uses tongue and finger to tease Minju’s clit.

“Shuhua, d-damn,” you groan, “you are so good at this, fuck.”

“Are you about to cum?” she says in a serious tone while huffing hot air on Minju’s glistening heat.

“No,” you two moan in unison.

“Then I’ll change that.”

A burst of speed in her thigh-cock-massage and rubs over Minju’s slick labia are Shuhua’s first step at achieving her goal, but she is definitely not done yet. The moment she thrusts two fingers into her friend’s squeezing pussy, she begins to thrust her hips up and down on your lap. The thigh fuck is even faster than Minju’s and a sight to behold. How her voluptuous ass crashes down and the way all of her curvy goodness wiggles and ripples is not only a sight to behold, but also incredibly loud.

The only thing louder is Minju. Her screams could drown out a nearby fighter jet. Shuhua probably knows all her spots and fingers them violently, not caring if she overstimulates the brunette. Her thumb swipes over the hard clit and you can see in Minju’s teary eyes that she is about to climax again and again.

The same goes for your cock. The tip peeks out repeatedly and it looks like it’s about to combust, burst, explode and all your efforts of holding back are just a pain. Sometimes you have to surrender.

“Fuck, Shuhua, d-don’t stop!”

“Cum already! You’re dick is so hot, I want it to spray my ass.”

Shuhua becomes rougher to the point where you and the angel immediately collapse. Your seed gets fucked out in ropes that either shoot in the air and cover Shuhua’s ass from the top or it creams in between and all over her thighs.

It is somewhat comparable to Minju. Shuhua finger fucks every last drop of squirt out of the breathless, convulsing girl. The juices cover herself, the couch, Shuhua’s face and digits. She dives into lick it all up and makes Minju whine with an eager tongue on her sensitive entrance.

Deep breaths fill the room. No one is really moving or making an attempt to clean up. It’s a mess and you feel the urge to complain. The couch was only a year old and now it’s probably ruined, unusable. However, the hypocrisy of your own actions—after all, you did not make an effort to change the setting of your fucking—is so obvious, even your mushy mind can understand it.

“So,” you say, looking at Shuhua, rather trying to look at her and not at the shaven cunt right next to her face, “what is the punishment?”

“Punishment?”

“Of losing the game, dummy.”

“Oh right,” Shuhua smirks in a unique playful yet devilish way, “the game.”

(A/N2: Fuck, this woman-)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #minju smut #kim minju #izone smut #shuhua smut #gidle smut #gi dle smut #yeh shuhua #male reader #male reader insert

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itzmnne-3-111 · 1 month

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Tears & Kisses♡

(daddy’s home 😋)

You and your husbands first ‘real’ fight!

“No what I don’t understand is why you came home smelling like some other bitch!” You yelled as your husband came back from the store.

You and Simon rarely fought, yeah there’s tiny arguments about where this goes and why some girl was looking at him or you funny but it never truly got heated but when he came back from the store and he smelt like perfume and roses you knew something was up…..Or did you?

“Love js’ listen It’s not what you think-“ Simon tried to explain as he put the bags down on the floor and took a step closer to you. All he saw was your hand in his face as you put a hand on your hip and started to speak “I ask you to go out and get me somethin’ while I make you dinner. And you come back smelling like some bitch from the suburbs. What she look like?” You said as you pushed past him and went to grab your car keys but you were blocked by his arm. “Just lemme talk love, please” he said and gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him one eyebrow cocked as you crossed your arms “hurry up cause I don’t got all day” you said your voice annoyed and cold. You heard your husband sigh then he slowly put his hands down. “Alright.. was just walkn’ through the mall jus like ya told me. Then went into that store ya fond’ over, Poolta? Bulta?..”

“Ulta” you interrupted “yeh’ tha.” He said then took another breath “went to get you some make up the..shit you put on your lips yeah? Then some broad walk n’ fronta me n started sprayin her body with some shit shot all over me” he said as he looked at you softly, hoping you’d listen to him he was about to speak again before you sucked your teeth and slammed your keys on the table “you lucky cause I woulda whooped yours and her ass” you said then sighed as you put one hand on your hip and the other on your head as you shook it slowly “thank you lovie” he said softly as he came a bit closer. You looked up at him “you wanna..go get somethin to eat? We can go to that English place you like?” You stammered as you tried to figure out a way to apologize without physically saying sorry. You felt a pair of chapped lips kiss your cheek then forehead as he pulled you into him slowly “Nah jus wanna cuddle t’nite” he said as he lifted you up and took you upstairs to your shared bedroom “You better wash that damn shirt though” he chuckled as he kissed your neck and cheek as he held onto your in the bed “corse I will, n’ you can cover me in your perfume” he said as you two fell asleep together ♡

-Bonus!-

Simon groaned as he smelt a sweetish sent coming from downstairs. He slowly walked to see you in his shirt and some shorts as you made another piece of beans on toast “love? What you doin?” He said as he walked up behind you to give ya a little hug “It goes against everything my mama done taught me but..I wanna make you happy cause..I might have did you wrong last night..” you said and handed him the plate. “You’re so sweet love, makin yer’ husban’ happy yeah?” He said then took a bite “even burnt the toast a little cause I know how you like your food n shit..” you said and patted your bonnet before you felt saucy lips press against your cheek “Aww Simon you got bean juice on my face!” You said and wiped your cheek as he laughed “Love you too hun”

(If you didn’t notice I dunno how to like write his accent the way I want but imma learn 😭🙏🏾)

#ghost x female reader #black reader #ghost x black reader #ghost x chubby reader #tears & kisses #i’m back

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snootlestheangel · 5 months

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Break For Your Heart Snippet

"🔫 for something Prison Break AU related " from Snootles's homebrew ask game @stuffireadandenjoy *this sat in my drafts way too long. I had an idea and then it went poof! But I like this one better*

[takes place post-prison break]

"What's it like?" Simon asked, breaking the awkward silence as they both struggled to fall asleep. Soap didn't move from his bed, kept his back to Simon, and for a brief moment, he tricked Simon into thinking he had managed to fall asleep.

"What's what like?" Soap finally grunted, as he had grown tired of the eyes burning into the back of his head.

"Taking someone's life." Simon whispered into the dark room, and this prompted Soap into lifting his head off the pillow long enough to glance at Simon over his shoulder.

"I felt powerful." Soap whispered back just as quietly, and the words lingered in the cold air longer than they should have.

"Granted, I don't consider the lives I took to be people. They were monsters." Something in the way Soap growled the word made a knot form in Simon's stomach. A knot of sympathy, a knowing and an understanding. It wasn't the first time Soap had hinted at taking the life of an abuser, but Simon still wasn't sure of the relationship between Soap and his apparent abuser.

"Remember me telling you about the guy that I burned alive? How I shoved a poker through his chest so he couldn't get up?" Soap asked, and the quiet, almost shameful way he spoke sent a chill down Simon's spine.

"Yeah."

"We were partners. We'd been together for about four years by then. He had started hitting me a year prior. He got worse." Soap paused long enough to swallow past the knot forming in his throat, but Simon didn't mind. He knew the pain of having to recount your trauma to someone else.

"I was burning papers that had personal information. They were outdated by several years, and I needed to get rid of 'em. He came home drunk again. We started arguing and it got heated pretty fast. I remember feeling so fed up with his bullshit that when he got physical, I just saw red. I pushed him harder and he lost his balance. I don't even really remember grabbing the poker, if I'm being honest." Soap trailed off towards the end, but Simon couldn't form anything to say. What could he say to such a confession?

"I was happy though. Watching him burn felt good. Same thing I told the cops, same thing I told the judge. I did it, and I don't regret it."

"I'm sorry, Johnny." Simon breathed out, finding nothing else to convey everything he was feeling in the moment.

"'S fine, I guess. Fucked up by extending my sentence but, I don't regret killing those guards either." Soap stated rather matter-of-factly as he tried to cover a yawn. Simon's eyes widened as he stared at Soap, the other oblivious to his panic.

"You killed guards?"

"Aye. They were right bastards though. Kept using their power to hurt some of the prisoners in other wings. They knew better than to mess with us, but one day they fucked up. They got arrogant and fell for my trap." Soap had gotten quiet again, but this time his voice was filled with the call of sleep, yet Simon couldn't be more awake.

"Is that why the guards were all afraid of you?"

"Aye. It's how I got the name Soap, too." Soap mumbled, and the additional information only made Simon frown.

"How exactly?"

"Tied 'em up with their belts. Dislocated their jaws and shoved a bar of soap down each their throats. Held their nose so they couldn't breathe." Soap murmured, shifting so he sank further into the pillows.

"Yeh sure are askin' a lot of questions, Si." Soap said, a light chuckle accompanying his words. A blush burned at his ears, and for once, Simon was grateful for the dark.

"Guess I'm morbid like the rest of them." Simon mumbled back, and Soap only snorted.

"I think it's cause yeh like me." Simon blamed Soap's words on the effects of sleep, as the Scot was quick to begin softly snoring after the teasing words.

"G'night Johnny."

#soap x ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #prison break au #break for your heart #it's unhinged!soap time #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #snootles's homebrew ask game

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hollowed-theory-hall · 3 months

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Dumbledore is a Manipulative Piece of Shit: Part 4/?

(part 1, part 2, part 3)

He knew and allowed Harry's abuse

Well, this is a pleasant subject, isn't it? Harry's abuse at the Dursleys' hands. And the worst part about it is that no adult in his life really seems to care.

I'll talk about the Weasley parents in a different post. This one is dedicated to Dumbledore and how he always knew about Harry's abuse and allowed it to persist. For years. Not just once, Harry started Hogwarts. No, I think Dumbledore knew what was going on at Number 4 Privet Drive long before Harry stepped foot in Diagon Alley.

And more importantly, I can prove it.

So, I'll cover my evidence according to the order of the quotes that appear in the books since there is quite a bit to cover.

And yes, I know Dumbledore calls the Dursleys out in Half-Blood Prince:

“You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 55)

But this scene is the definition of "too little, too late" considering how long this has been going on.

So, let's start:

“Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. ‘course, he shoulda sacked me instead — anyway, got yeh this.…” It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. “Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos… knew yeh didn’ have any…d’yeh like it?”

(Philosopher's Stone, page 218)

Hagrid can't keep a secret to save his life, we know that, and he isnt the brightest, with all his good intentions. Yet, even he noticed something's wrong with Harry's home. He knows Harry doesn't have photos of his parents, he knows he never got any gifts.

"But that's not Dumbledore,"

True, but Hagrid tells Dumbledore everything. So if Hagrid knows, Dumbledore knows.

“I told you, I didn’t — but it’ll take too long to explain now — look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won’t let me come back, and obviously I can’t magic myself out, because the Ministry’ll think that’s the second spell I’ve done in three days, so —” “Stop gibbering,” said Ron. “We’ve come to take you home with us.”

(Chamber of Secrets, page 31)

“It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped. “They were starving him, Mum!” said George. “And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.

(Chamber of Secrets, page 39)

Both these quotes from Chamber of Secrets show Fred, George, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley clearly knew what was happening. That Harry was being locked up and starved.

Harry really, never kept his abuse a secret and is quite open about informing anyone who'd listen to him about it. He is just used to it being brushed off as something unfortunate that nothing can be done about. The Weasleys, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Remus, and the entire Order of the Phoenix treat it as such.

In OOP, Harry references needing to duck from Vernon's beatings as a joke to Ron and Hermione. He wasn't keeping it a secret.

On the same vane:

She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help … Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a Squib?” Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. “All those times I came round your house — why didn’t you say anything?” “Dumbledore’s orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. I’m sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if they’d thought you enjoyed it. It wasn’t easy, you know. . . . But oh my word,”

(Goblet of Fire, page 28)

Harry wrote everyone he knew he was being starved. He wrote Hagrid and the Weasleys, and they all sent him food. The adults sent him food without bothering to ask him the important question: "Why aren't you being fed?"

(Order of the Pheonix, page 22)

This is the most damning evidence against Dumbledore.

He knew. He knew how Harry was treated his entire childhood because he had someone spy on him for years.

Mrs. Figg knew how Harry was treated by the Dursleys. She calls it: "miserable". She knew.

And she was sent there on Dumbledore's orders, meaning she was a spy. because let's be real, a squib, who can't do magic and doesn't own a gun can't do anything to protect Harry. She can only be there to spy. To report everything to Dumbledore.

This proves, more than any other quote here, how okay Dumbledore is with Harry suffering at the hands of the Dursleys.

Next moment he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open. Harry stood motionless, staring through the open door at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment and then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs. His heart shot upward into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 46)

The entire Order was there, at Number 4, Privet Drive. They've been following Harry since he got there. Tonks has seen Harry's bedroom. I don't think they missed something is definitely wrong. (I think this is why they tell the Dursleys off at the end of the fifth book and Dumbledore again in the sixth because someone else finally knew and Dumbledore had no choice but to address it)

And to make sure the Order is aware something's wrong between him and the Dursleys (that being an understatement), Harry outright tells Lupin:

“Excellent,” said Lupin, looking up as Tonks and Harry entered. “We’ve got about a minute, I think. We should probably get out into the garden so we’re ready. Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.” “— and you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?” Lupin smiled but made no answer.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 54)

Harry makes it very clear the Dursleys don't care for his safety and that he never wants to return to literally everyone he can.

Why then? Why would Dumbledore want Harry abused?

“She’s evil,” said Harry flatly. “Twisted.” “She’s horrible, yes, but . . . Harry, I think you ought to tell Dumbledore your scar hurt.” It was the second time in two days he had been advised to go to Dumbledore and his answer to Hermione was just the same as his answer to Ron. “I’m not bothering him with this. Like you just said, it’s not a big deal. It’s been hurting on and off all summer — it was just a bit worse tonight, that’s all —” “Harry, I’m sure Dumbledore would want to be bothered by this —” “Yeah,” said Harry, before he could stop himself, “that’s the only bit of me Dumbledore cares about, isn’t it, my scar?” “Don’t say that, it’s not true!”

(Order of the Pheonix, page 277)

Harry said it best here: "for his scar"

In the previous posts, I covered how desperate Dumbledore was at the end of the war for a win, so much so, he might've forged a prophecy. And I explained he needed Sirius Black out of the picture for the same reason he wanted Harry at the Dursleys and wanted him mistreated — confident boys with a good support network and emotional regulation don't make very good martyrs.

In part 2, I mentioned how Dumbledore knew since the night the Potters died that Harry is likely a Horcrux. He has been manipulating Harry's life since then to achieve his grand plan of killing Voldemort. Even if it comes at the price of Harry having anything resembling a childhood and a life.

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joeys-babe · 9 months

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(his arm veins in this pic- oh. my. god.)

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 7: We good

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(joe's pov)

i woke up this morning to my doorbell bringing rung repeatedly.

groaning as i rolled over, i hit my phone. the screen lit up showing the time as 8:47. on off days i tried to sleep in, but here we are.

when the ringing didn't let up i threw a pair of shorts on and went downstairs. i opened the door and y/n's mom was revealed.

"morning joe" - your mom smiled

"i'm going back to bed." - joe turned and walked back into the house

"no sir. we need to talk." - your mom

"did y/n send you? because if so, i'm not talking." - joe

"no, i came here on my own. thought you might want to talk about what went down yesterday."

- your mom

"i tried to apologize. y/n was persistent on not excepting my apology, she said something that ticked me off, i walked upstairs. there's the summary." - joe

"she told me what she said to you. she really feels bad about it, and she doesn't want to fight with you. you know she cares about you a lot, it was just in the moment and she wasn't thinking straight. you know how she is joe, she seeks for your approval of everything and when you were ignoring her because you didn't agree with what she was doing.. it really made her upset." - your mom

"i- i know, but that doesn't mean what she said doesn't hurt. i was vulnerable with her about something i was going through and she used it against me." - joe

"she didn't eat dinner last night, and cried for i dont even know how long. she really does feel bad." - your mom said and joe crossed his arms

"it hurt a little more you know because of i realization i had the day before." - joe nervously looked down at the ground and started playing with the bracelets on his wrist

"what's that?" - your mom smiled, hopeful that joe was going to admit to her what you did yesterday

"those feelings i had for y/n back in college, they're back. i don't think they ever truly went away either." - joe

"aww joe that's so sweet." - your mom

"i'm glad to finally get that off my chest. but i don't know what to do, we barely talk anymore. i think she's made it very clear that she doesn't feel the same way." - joe

if only he knew, your mom thought.

"she's still asleep, what if you woke her up and you guys talked it out. i hate to see you guys like this, you two have been inseparable since birth." - your mom

"yeah. i'm gonna get dressed and fix my hair first." - joe

she gave me a pointed look, which i automatically knew what she meant by.

"before you say anything, i'm getting ready to feel better about myself.. not to impress her." - joe

"mhm" - your mom walked out of joes house and shut the door

now that she was gone, i went back upstairs and into my bathroom to get ready.

i brushed my teeth and fixed my hair before throwing a t-shirt on and walking downstairs to put shoes on.

a few minutes later i was walking into the y/l/n's house. y/n's mom gave me a smile, happy that i followed through with talking to y/n.

i walked up the stairs and down the hallway as quiet as possible, before getting to her room and slowly opening the door.

y/n was sprawled out on her bed, the covers shoved down to the foot of it. i took in her outfit, the bengals shirt of mine i let her wear to my practice and a pair of the tiniest sleep shorts. fuck.

oh god joe, keep it together.

i closed my eyes and did a few deep breathes, trying to calm myself down.

now that i had composed myself, i bent down and moved some of her hair out of her face. she's so beautiful.

y/n stirred a bit but didn't fully wake up so i tapped her shoulder a few times.

"what?" - you drawled out with a whine

"wake up sleepyhead." - joe smiled

you felt your heart stop as you heard joes voice, he's the last person you thought would be the source of the shoulder tapping.

"joe?" - you

"yeh, i didn't like how things went yesterday and i want to figure it out." - you

"so you wake me up without warning?" - you chuckled slightly

"your moms idea, not mine" - joe said defensively

y/n sat up and brought the covers over herself before patting the spot next to her, of course i happily sat down.

"i'm sorry for walking away from you yesterday. i could've handled that situation better." - joe

i looked at y/n when she stayed silent for a few seconds but she just stared at me before pulling me into a hug.

"it's all my fault, joe. stop apologizing for things that aren't your fault. i don't want to fight with you, you've made me the happiest person ever my entire life." - you

"i don't want to fight either." - joe

"i know you want me to be happy, and you're more than capable of protecting yourself and me." - you

"im so glad you're my best friend." - joe

"me too." - you

"so.. we good?" - joe pulled away and looked at your expression

"yeah" - you smiled

"good, anything i missed that you want to tell me" - joe

"not really. nothings really went down." - you

"you haven't told me about your date with tee yet, how'd it go?" - joe

"it went good, but he said we were better off as friends.. which i agree with honestly." - you

i had to really keep it together to not jump up and start doing a happy dance. in my head i was screaming yes, yes, yes!!

"damn, sorry. i knew you liked him. it wasn't because of me, right?" - joe

"no, we'd just be better off as friends." - you lied, it was completely because of joe and the fact you were in love with him

"okay good." - joe

"how's your love life?" - you

"nonexistent" - joe scoffed

"oh please, there's hundreds- probably thousands of girls lined up to date you." - you

"yeah maybe, but there's a girl that i have my heart set on. i don't think she likes me like that though." - joe

why'd i say that. now if she asks who i'm gonna have to come up with a lie.

"you should tell her how you feel, you'll never know unless you tell her. if she doesn't feel the same way she's pretty dumb, you're a great guy joe and any girl would be lucky to have you."

- you

"i plan on telling her, i just don't know when or how. i want to wait till the perfect moment." - joe

"she's a lucky girl" - you smiled, deep down your heart was breaking with every word joe said

i felt my phone buzz in my pocket and when i got it out i cursed under my breath.

"what? everything okay?" - you

"i forgot that there's this team dinner tomorrow. it's supposed to be like dressier, and i really don't want to go." - joe

"why not? sounds fun to get all dressed up." - you

"not fun to have to like 80th wheel your teammates." - joe

"oh you don't have a date?" - you

"nope. when this was planned i was still with lexie, and we know how that went." - joe

"there's tons of girls that would love to go with you, you're like a heartthrob." - you

i rolled my eyes and glared at her, causing her to laugh.

"i'm not going with some rando- wait, do you have plans tomorrow night?" - joe

"i'm unemployed and living with my parents, of course i'm free." - you

"do you wanna go with me?" - joe

"to your dinner?" - you

"yeah. the team already knows you, you can talk to the girls, and you're a girl that i feel comfortable with." - joe smiled

"sounds fun.. yeah, i'll be your date." - you

"thanks." - joe

"of course, anything for you." - you

i smiled before standing up from her bed.

"i'm sure you want to get ready for the day so i'll get out of your hair. it starts at 8 so i'll pick you up around 7:25, okay?" - joe

"okay sounds good.". - you

"then it's set. it's a date." - joe

"it's a date." - you smiled softly as joe walked out of your room and shut the door behind him

(y/n's pov)

A DATE?!?!?

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daisyblog · 11 months

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Ed Sheeran Concert

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN finally make the first move.

"Tommo you're overthinking this" Liam spoke as the Yorkshire boy paced back and forth, in front of the sofa where the four other boys were currently sitting.

"I'm fookin' nervous..what if I mess this up..it's my only chance" Louis argued.

"Lou, what are you nervous about..she's already agreed to go with you" Harry questioned as his eyes followed Louis as he continued to pace.

"'cause she thinks we're going as friends-".

"Well be bold and just make a move" Niall shrugged, almost like it was the most obvious thing to do, making Louis stop and look at him.

"Yeh..thanks smart arse why didn't I think of that" Louis sarcastically said.

"He's got a point" Zayn spoke up for the first time.

"Lads..I can't just make a move..it's not that fookin' easy" the four boys sat silently looking at Louis "Whot...why are you all looking at me like tha'?".

"'cause it is that easy Lou" Harry answered.

Louis signed, getting frustrated and regretting asking the boys over to his and Harry's flat for help. Louis had asked YN the previous day if she wanted to go to Ed Sheeran's concert with him in Manchester tomorrow night as the band had a couple of days off.

The band had just finished an interview and were waiting in a room backstage for their team to finish what they were doing. YN was talking to Louise and the boys were sat on the chairs in the corner of the room.

"Go and ask her Lou" Harry encouraged, nudging his arm.

"I'll ask her later" Louis tried to avoid talking to YN at that very moment.

"No..do it now because you'll chicken out" Liam said.

"Fine" Louis snapped at the boys nagging him.

As Louis walked over to where YN is talking, he took a deep breath, preparing himself to be rejected. He fluffed his hair with his hands, making the boys snicker and giggle from where they watched their nervous friend. YN had finished her conversation and turned around as Louis approached her, making her bump into him.

"Oh sorry Lou" YN gently smiled up at his slightly taller frame.

"Sorry love" Louis nervously said "Um..I..uh".

"Everything okay?" YN asked with a giggle watching the boy stutter.

Louis opened and closed his mouth a few times, making Niall cover his mouth to avoid his loud laugh coming out. "Uh..I..I wanted to..ask you something".

"Yeah..sure of course you can babe" YN smiled up at him.

"I'm going to Manchester..to see Ed..Ed Sheeran..and..do you..I wanted to ask if..you know.." YN smiled encouraging Louis to continue "If you wanted to come with me..to the concert?".

"Oh Lou...I'd love to" YN leaned up to wrap her arms around his shoulders as she leaned her head on his shoulder, making him do the same. From where he stood he could see the other boys high-five each other and give Louis a thumbs up, making him roll his eyes at their childishness.

"How is it easy?...I end up stuttering every time it's just us and looking like an idiot" Louis argued as he sat down on the chair opposite.

"Start off slow..it's gonna be a busy crowd so hold her hand and play it off like you don't want to lose her or something" Liam suggested.

"I say just go for it...you're already her cuddle buddy" Niall teased, making Zayn flick his ear.

"Lou...don't listen to these two idiots..just go and enjoy yourself..you'll know in the moment if something feels right or not...don't think too much about it" Harry spoke sense to his best mate.

"I agree with Harry man..you'll just know..you can't plan stuff like that" Zayn agreed.

---

As planned Louis had picked YN up to drive up to Manchester ahead of the concert. Music playing from the radio, YN would sing along now again when the pair weren't chatting.

"Are you sure your Mum doesn't mind me staying the night too..I can book into a hotel or something still?" YN spoke. As Manchester wasn't too far away from Doncaster, Louis' hometown, he wanted to make most the time off and see his family too.

"Love..for the millionth time she doesn't mind...in fact it was her idea so stop worrying" Louis reassured her "Plus...my sisters are so excited to see you..my Mum too..I think they love you more than me" Louis joked.

"I doubt that..you're a proper Mummy's boy" YN teased him.

"I am" Louis agreed nodding his head.

"I think it's cute" YN complimented as she turned to look at Louis in the driving seat. Was he blushing?

"You're cute" Louis spoke without thinking, making his eyes widen, secretly hoping she didn't hear him.

As they both entered the venue where the concert was being held, they both stuck to the back of the crowd trying to blend in. They had taken the risk of going without security, a couple of fans had noticed them and asked for photos which they happily took. The fans respected the pair's privacy and went back to their original spot and only glancing at them now and again. Louis had realised that this was not the place to make his move with so many watching eyes. But it didn't stop him from admiring her from where he stood, YN was carefree, lived every moment as if it was her last and didn't care who watched her.

As Ed sings 'The A Team', YN can't help but sing along and as notices Louis standing there just watching. She entwines their hands and lifted them up in the air, nudging him to join her singing.

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

In that moment, he knew he was in too deep and had fallen for his bandmate.

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It was around 11:30pm when Louis and YN arrived at his Mum's house in Doncaster, meaning his younger sisters were asleep. He knew his Mum was awake as she had text him earlier in the evening to say she would wait up for them. Hearing his car pull up in the driveway, his Mum stood by the front door waiting to see her son and, his bandmate.

Louis pulled his Mum into a tight embrace "I've missed you my baby boy", YN couldn't help but smile at the loving moment. "You too my love" Jay spoke to YN whilst pulling her in for a motherly hug.

"Thank you so much letting me stay" YN thanked her.

"You don't need to thank me darlin'" Jay spoke sweetly "C'mon in you both come". As the three walked into the lounge, Jay added "Plus the girls are so excited to see you..so prepare yourself for the chaos in the morning"

"I feel like they're growing and changing every time I see them" Louis commented "The photo of the twins you sent me the other day…they look so much older"

"They are..they're like stroppy teenagers already" Jay joked.

"Alfie's the same" YN began "I feel like he's going to be off to uni before I know it"

After catching up with Louis' Mum, the three decide it was time to call it a night before their early wake-up call from his younger siblings in the morning. Louis was staying in his childhood bedroom and YN was in the guest room, further down the hallway. After an hour of tossing and turning, not being able to sleep, Louis decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water to drink. As he entered the kitchen, he was startled to see YN standing against the counter sipping on what looked like tea.

"Hey" Louis spoke into the dimly lit room, making YN jump.

"Fucking 'ell Lou..you scared me" YN tried to whisper, so she didn't wake the others.

"Sorry love" Lou chuckled, walking over to where she stood so he could make a cup of tea for himself. "Can't sleep?"

"No..I don't know why..I hope it was okay to make myself some tea..it usually helps"

"O'course it is love" Louis reassured her before pouring the hot water into his own mug.

"Why are you awake anyway?" she asked him.

"Dunno...just thinking"

"About?"

You "Nothing" he shrugged.

"Loouuu"

He turned to look at the girl next to him, even when she was wearing her unmatching pyjamas, hair in its natural state and a bare face, she was still beautiful in his eyes. "I..um..I need to tell you something" Louis spoke softly, "I..I..I don't know how to te-"

Louis wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if it was all in his head but time stood still when YN leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was so soft and gentle, he could have missed it. As she quickly pulls away, she whispers a quiet 'sorry' and looks away from his gaze. Taking her face in his hands, he places his lips back onto hers. Whilst the kiss is still gentle, their movements are a little more rushed. YN's hand find their way to grip his t-shirt, one of Louis' hands is placed on the back of her neck keeping her close, whilst the other one has moved down and is pulling at her hip. After a few minutes lost in the moment and each other, they pull apart, unable to hide their smiles.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" Louis admits as he leans his forehead on hers.

"Me too" YN leans up and leaves a peck on his lips. Now she's had a taste, she can't get enough.

"C'mon lets go and cuddle"

---

Louis woke to the sound of voices and movement downstairs, letting him know his sisters were awake. He looked to his side and YN was fast asleep, her hands tucked under her chin. Wanting to let her sleep, he placed a gentle peck on her head and got out of bed, putting on his t-shirt and shorts. As he walked through the door to the kitchen, he could smell breakfast cooking and was immediately greeted by his four sisters.

"Morning Kiddos" Louis messed up Daisy and Pheobe's hair.

"Where's YN?" Lottie eagerly asked.

"Aw thanks Lot...never mind about me..I see who's your favourite" Louis teased "She's still sleeping"

Once her had made a fuss of his younger siblings, he wrapped his arm around his Mum's shoulder as she was buttering some toast "Morning Mum"

"Good morning my darlin" Jay greeted him, with a little smirk.

"Whot?" Louis looked at his Mum suspiciously.

"Aw nothing" Her smirk still present.

"Mum..whot is it?"

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Uh..yeh?" Louis said, almost asking a question.

"Any midnight kisses?" Jay teased.

Louis closed his eyes and cringed with embarrassment "Muuum"

"Hey..it was the last thing I expected to see when I came down for some water" Jay spoke as she passed the twins their toast "But..I can't say I'm surprised either...you couldn't hide your feelings if you tried"

Interrupting the conversation, YN appeared at the door "Morning" causing the girls to run and hug her, Jay looked on and smiled at the scene. As Louis caught YN's gaze, he sent her a little smirk and wink, a blush coating her cheeks. Maybe it was that easy!

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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I'm listening to TPWK and all I can think is 1dbandmate!yn was in the music video dksdbdkdmd that would be really cute specially now that we have the behind the scenes 😩

AAAAHHH STOP...OK BUT KEEP GOING

(gif credit to @hspics 💚)

So YN is obviously a dancer: she did a full choreographed 3-minute dance routine for her single collab with Little Mix for their song Move, her two closest friends (Alisha and Jax) are both professional dancers and have taken her to some dance classes over the years, and she has 4 female dancers (all shapes, colors and sizes) for her core dance tour team, not to mention that she dances and performs in knee high, 6 inch heeled boots on tour.

So yeah, YN's a pretty skilled dancer.

And imagine the look on her face when she's invited to one of Harry's team meetings for the music video to not only hear that he wants to do a full dance routine, but have her be his dance partner? He claims that his reasoning is because her vocals are featured in the song, but the sly smile he gives her confirms that he’s taking advantage of an opportunity to do yet another project with her.

So they began learning and rehearsing the routine that was created by none other than One Direction's previous choreographer, Paul Roberts. She shouldn't be surprised by how fast Harry picked up on the choreography. He's definitely that annoying friend who hasn't done an activity before, does it for the first time and instantly becomes a natural.

So here are some highlights from the making of the TPWK music video.

...

They're both stretching in front of the huge mirrors in the dance studio. YN is wearing an oversized Treat People With Kindness white t-shirt, plain black biker shorts and matching Harry’s classic Vans. Harry stretches next to her, also wearing a t-shirt of her merch.

As she goes from a wide squat to a deep forward lunge, she squeaks and almost loses her balance when she feels a pinch on her bum. She reaches out and swats at her giggling boyfriend.

"Keep yeh hands to yourself!"

...

"What if we did a lift?" Harry suggests, his index finger and thumb pinching at his bottom lip.

"Did yeh forget the Night Changes music video?" She scoffs and everyone in the room laughs when his big hand covers her face, playfully pushing her away.

After some hours already spent locked away in the small rehearsal space, the couple was getting a little delirious. So it doesn’t really take a whole lot of convincing YN to try out the stunt. Especially when he leans really close to her side, chest to her shoulder, and tells her in her ear, "Come on. I got you, lovie. Y'trust me, yeh?"

So here she finds herself, standing a couple of feet away from Harry as they prepare for a silly, impulsive lift. When he gives her a nod, she's quickly going to him. Everything was fine, his hand placement was correct, her speed was at a good pace, but what has them both stop midway through the lift is that his nose bumps deep into her chest.

Once Harry carefully puts her back to the ground, YN crumples to the floor with her hands to her stomach as she barks out in laughter. His eyes squeeze shut, hands to his knees as he joins her in laughter.

...

"Next to the stage, we have the wonderfully talented, Grammy-nominated, professional dancer, Harry Styles!" YN announces in a deep voice from her spot on the floor. She's sitting with her back against the mirror behind her in another dance studio in LA as she holds her phone close to her face to record Harry's take of his full solo routine.

She giggles when he takes a dramatic bow, stepping closer to the microphone stand and gives a couple of waves to the fake audience around him before beginning.

...

When Harry first began bouncing from one table to another on a trampoline, YN will admit, she was a little nervous. She didn’t want him to accidently miss his footing or lose his balance.

"H, please be careful. Ah!" YN puts her hands over her eyes.

But as the days getting closer to final shoot came along, she would record her boyfriend bouncing around the tables with a dramatic wave of his arms and she would yell out a, “Parkour!” every now and then.

It would make him stop on top of a table to laugh, making sure to catch his breath from the prancing around and from his giggling. Her comments would go on for a bit longer, making herself laugh more than anything. Her giggling quickly turns into a squeal when Harry, instead of bouncing to the next table, uses the trampoline to jump towards her. Playfully fed up with her distractions, he wraps his arms around her and tackles her to the ground.

...

There’s a short video clip shown of the couple rehearsing in YN’s home gym in the small dance corner she has. Harry has his phone propped up against the mirror wall as they record their progress. The two go around in a circle, twisting their hips, flicking their foot, spinning and ending with a clap.

The two stay in that position for a hot second, frozen in place with their hands in the air. YN tries her hardest to hold back a laugh as she realizes they both forgot the steps. Although Harry’s back is to the camera, his shoulders twitching lets everyone know he’s doing the same.

...

Harry and YN are decked out in their final finished outfits. They’re both standing in front of a living room and Lambert tells them that he’s going to do a quick camera test. He instructs them to do a simple spin to showcase the custom outfits.

While Harry does so with his arms extended beside him, YN has her arms above her head like a ballerina, her foot to her opposite knee as she does a more dramatic turn.

Lambert just shakes his head at the couple as they giggle and begin to do silly dances instead. They were never ones for following directions for a simple video anyways.

...

Harry's being a pest and clingy to his girlfriend on the day of shooting. It's annoying at times but he can't help it. He's just excited that he's doing something this big and fun with her: their first music video together in almost 6 years.

Like how every time the makeup artist tries to touch up YN's lipstick, he pushes the poor woman's elbow to make her shaky. It goes on for a bit before YN makes a playful reach to pinch his nipple through his sparkly jacket.

Or after she does her part coming down the staircase and they're all watching the playback on the monitors with the director, he's cuddled up behind her. For the sake of not showing too much PDA in their workplace, he has his hands behind his back but he still leans down enough so that his chin sits comfortably on top of her shoulder with a fond smile tugged on his lips.

...

YN and Harry are talking off set in a relatively dark corner. While chewing on a piece of gum, she nods to whatever he’s saying before her eyes find the BTS camera behind him. She playfully squints her eyes and flips off the camera.

When Harry turns around to see what she’s been seeing, he gets really close to the camera and says with fake aggressiveness, “Get out m’face alright.”

He turns back around to wrap his arms around her, pulling her to the front of his chest and blocking her from the camera. But the couple can’t hold their serious facial expressions for long and Harry gives the camera a cheeky, close lipped smile over his shoulder. YN’s face from the nose up can be seen from behind his shoulder, but once the tops of her cheeks scrunch up, it’s known she’s smiling too.

...

From the monitor screens, the BTS cameraman captures YN and Harry in their matching outfits while they’re on stage. Both of them bounce from foot to foot, shaking out their hands to loosen up before their dance number. Harry puts his hands up in front of him and YN punches them like she’s a boxer preparing for a match.

They both act very concentrated and overly focused, that is until Harry pulls a hand back a bit when one of her rings dig too deep into a part of his skin. He has a mocked fake hurt expression on his face and YN scrunches up her nose as she laughs, reaching out and cuddling his hand.

...

“Cut! Let’s reset and go again.”

Everyone goes back to their first positions, a little bit of chatter fills the room and YN takes that as an opportunity to playfully poke at his tummy. “Y’doing really great, H. What’s wrong?”

“Think m’just nervous or somewhat. I was doing it fine in rehearsals. Dunno what m’doing wrong.” Harry almost rakes his fingers through his hair but quickly remembers not to mess up his already styled hairstyle, so he goes to adjust the waistband of his trousers instead.

YN can feel his frustration already beginning to seep in and she’s not going to let a couple of missed steps ruin his shoot. The whole day has been filled with laughter, giddy smiles, and just overall excitement by doing a project together.

“Can I tell yeh a secret?” YN asks her boyfriend. Harry automatically furrows his eyebrows in concern, giving her his full attention at the drop of a hat. He’s always willing to push past his concerns to focus on hers.

“Of course. Always.” He softly plays with her fingers between them.

“M’nervous too.” YN whispers with the corners of her lips tugging up in a smile and there’s a sense of relief brought to both of them: Harry for not feeling alone in his anxiety and YN for helping him calm down. “Just count out loud like we did in rehearsal, yeh? I do it all the time.”

“Play back. Everyone ready? Alright, ready in 3...2...1, action!”

“5, 6, 7, 8 and 1...” YN says softly, Harry matching her movements as he finds his groove again. Both have their arms out, hands bent down as they hop their way down the stage. As they look to each other, YN gives him a quick wink before moving onto their next move.

...

Once the director yells “And that’s a wrap!” Harry stands upright from his bent backwards position in his love’s arms and immediately wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders. Their bellies move against each other as they both try to catch their breath, both a little sweaty but they can honestly care less.

The crew members, Sarah’s band, and the dancers all cheer and clap as everything comes to a close.

Too caught up in adrenaline, Harry doesn’t really think twice about giving YN a quick kiss and an ‘I love you.’ His dimples dig into his cheeks as she says it back with no hesitancy and he pulls her back to his chest.

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mostdefinitelyahumanperson · 5 months

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the Ninja's favorite holiday foods

by someone who doesn't celebrate and therefore has only vague and incomplete knowledge of said foods. also fuck in-character writing, i do what i want

Kai : super-duper-spicy-hot chicken wings ! and before you come in and tell me "that's not holiday food" i'll have you know, his favorite holiday is the Superbowl, mkay ?

Cole : mashed potatoes. lotsa butter, garlic and herbs. he'll use an entire bag o' taters to make a gargantuan batch, and then shovel the whole thing in his big ole mouth using a big ole serving spoon. it's true, i saw him do it.

Lloyd : that little fuckshit likes bread sandwich, because it reminds him of his family (someone beat him up please). white bread cut horizontally for Zane, sopping wet canned asparagus for Nya (wet.. water powers... it makes sense okay shut up), egg salad for Jay (because she hasn't realised she's a girl yet), cheap ham for Kai (you know why), and the thick layer of cheese whizz covering everything represents the warm protective embrace of Cole. the overwhelming horror that grasps one's soul when in the vicinity of this recipe reminds him of his dad :)

Zane : he doesn't eat, however he enjoys the technical challenge that is the making of the tripple-stuffed turnek. turkney. turkey. it's turnek stuffed with chicken stuffed with a surprise :) (the surprise is salmonella you fuckshit)

Jay : idk. probably likes. uhh. girl idk. yeh that's right she likes to eat girl. boss. girlboss.

Nya : she likes potato candy, because that's all her brother knew how to make when she was a kid (he sucks at cooking), so it's super nostalgic for her

Pixal : she doesn't eat, and she's sick and tired of that fucking tripple-stuffed turknek giving everyone toilet-blowing disease. she attempts to destroy the tunkney every year, and fails each time. one year she turned the oven to 1000 degrees to burn it, but turns out it contained cake, not turken. Cole cried. another year she threw it in the trash, but Zane found it and served it anyway. he has no concept of Health and Safety Regulations. this year she's thinking of dropping a piano on it. or mayhaps an anvil

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Log 8: Terms and Con-chickens

It feels like it has been over an hour since Sten's and Aldercon's private meeting, now I'm just waiting in a big room with Toke and Fjord. Just observing them.

Toke is a more relaxed individual, he isn't too curious to mess around in this room. I don't blame him considering there's just old magazines, a few old, over worn couches, and a TV with what looks like a rather obvious sign that someone removed one of the knobs.

Fjord has tried everything from carving on the metal wall, taking short 2 minutes naps every ten minutes and shockingly got bored of that, and accidentally breaking the on knob of the old TV.

For me, I was curious about why were there so many older items in this room. It's even more unnerving considering there isn't even a two-window. Just a 30×25 ft room, with old coaches, a broken TV and magazines that have been collected over the years. These were such a strange array of magazines too. It looked less like something from a hospital waiting room and more from a thrift store collection of random and likely defuncted magazines from as old as the 30s. The 1930s of all decades, I was careful in flipping trough the fragile pages. Old worn covers showing either home improvement, politics, cars... just the usual things one would assume that would interest these men. Than there was the more miscellaneous ones; cooking, housing, automotive, a magazine soley on duck hunting from the 80's, there was an old 1939 Fortune magazine with a cover of a train track.

I got curious on a Film magazine from a few years back, celebrating the silver era horror movies from the good old days. Bella Legosi, Boris Karloff, and oddly enough my favorite of the actors Lon Chaney Jr.

As I was flipping through the pages, Fjord decided his boredom was better spent watching me flip through the magazine. I let him know occasionally when to change the page. He would comment on each monster, letting me know his thoughts on them. Some were a little more concerning than others, but I found his inputs interesting.

"Oh, I see you're planet has some interesting mutants....he's all green, and sort of sad lookin.... reminds me of a servertor actually.... always hated them, I never understood using criminals for such things.....", he commented. I wasn't sure if he was joking about the movie make-up or he genuinely thought these were real... considering what I've seen here I wouldn't doubt the latter.

"Hehe, no. It's movie make-up. It's to make believe it's real.", as I passed an article about the Frankenstein movie, the next page continues to Dracula.

His eyes widen a little and he tilts his head, pointing to the long dead movie star, "Toke! Come're! It's one of those bloody Night Lords, I think it's that Jago bastard!".

"What? Night Lords? Is that what you call vampires where you're from?", I ask with genuine curiosity.

Toke skoots over to see the picture, "hmmm...aye no lad....too clean...and look at his eyes. Those are too unnerving to be Night Lord eyes.", he says with certainty.

Looks like even the theatrical, ghoulish glare of Legosi is intimidating to them in some funny way. "When we get home, I'll show you guys these movies, they're slow and little unexciting in some parts but the climaxs are always interesting."

"Movie? Yeh mean for entertainment? Ugh. Strange. Turn the page lass.", so far this has been the most interesting thing that's been happening for a better part of two hours for him.

As I turn the page, the image of not just Lon Chaney Jr appears, but several images of werewolves that had been inspired by the Wolfman, predominantly from the 80's, I look to see Fjord and Toke's reaction, it was a strange mix of confusion, bewilderment and some where deep down inside, some level of self reflection.

"what matter of madness is this?", as Fjord remarked, the both of them couldn't help but feel conflicted about the page.

"ugh, oh, these are werewolves. They're people who are cursed to turn into a half wolf by the light of the full moon." I explained.

Fjord's was a bit perplexed, "...ugh...we have wolves... just not these?"

"Hmf, thats a wolf? Ha, I've seen bigger horrors looking in the mirror in the morn." Toke was a little more stern with his opinion yet he could see that our idea of werewolves were pretty simple. "Ha I like this one 'ere, he looks a bit like Grimnar.", he cackles a little, pointing not to a werewolf on the page, but an old local town explorer from the 1800's name Rupert D. McCainel. All I knew of him was he was the werewolf equivalent to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle with this obsession with fairies. He wanted to prove their existence so badly, he had gone to places like Transylvania and Greece to prove their origins. He was considered a quack even for the time.

However it was Fjord 's reaction that fascinated me. I'm certain he had a more complex opinion about it. By the look in his eyes, he had to.

He looked closely at all the images, some horrific and bloody. Then he looked at one image of the Wolfman holding the actress Evelyn Ankers. I could tell something was going through his mind about it. "ugh...do.... mortals like you fear these...ugh...wolfmen?...or celebrate them?", I could tell he was a little confused, but I wasn't sure why.

"I'm not certain the word 'celebrate' would fit but there are people who like them. I like them too actually, I've always seen them as more sympathetic monsters than something like a vampire. Vampires just drink blood, go and hunt people and pretend they're big shit.... werewolves in fiction made more sense to me. Always have. Many centuries ago, one of the first stories of werewolves predates stories of vampires. Plus they're stronger. A silver bullet is one thing, the amount of weakness vampires have is too many to take seriously.", I felt like I outted myself as a huge nerd at that point.

Yet, I turned to see that both Toke and Fjord were absolutely fascinated at what I said.

Fjord just stared at me, "so...you like werewolves then...", his demeanor had changed a little, it was a little more pensive, "....would you...also like wulfen?".

I didn't know what a 'wulfen' was, but Fjord looked pretty serious asking me this, so far he's been rather playful. Yet something about his question felt he wanted a more genuine answer.

Toke nudged him on his unhelmated head, "aye yah dolf, wulfen are a serious matter boy...so lass...it seems you know a lot about these creatures...do you hunt them?"

Fjord rubbed his head a little, flashing his fangs with a side smirk.

I was a bit taken back and bit flattered by the question, "ugh...no...as I said, to us they're not...well ...real....or at least we've always found explanations for their existence....but I guess with guys here....I'm going to assume I'm going to have to be open minded..."

Toke shakes head a little, "I guess....I only ask is because we three types of blood suckers."

Well this was unexpected, space werewolves and now space vampires....I'm halfway expecting space wizards, robot mummies and killer cockroachs. "Really?....are they...well ....as big as you guys too?"

Fjord gives a grin, "aye, all of us are. Some are even bigger."

Toke scoffs a bit, "unless you're Maximmion Voss. He's a wee bit taller than you actually lass."

Considering I am 5 ft 11, that means this Voss would blend in perfectly in a crow of people and none would be the wiser. "really? That's hard to believe, anyone above my height is above average actually."

"aww such a wee bastard he is.... isn't he like... really fat or somethin?", Fjord turns to Toke for clarification.

Toke takes a few seconds to pause and actually think about that, even so far as stroking his beard, "hmmm.......I don't know...one of these fists probably knows him...I heard he is pretty stout."

The loud click of the door knob to the room sent all three of us in a jolt. Aldercon and Sten had probably taken a glance just as we all slightly landed back in our seats.

Aldercon looked at us, somehow sensed something was different about the room and saw the TV was missing a knob, turned to us three and pointed. "You, fuzzball, you owe us a new Television set. Toke, you're heading to Nevada for a retrieval mission with Sten and I want no yaps, yips or barks about it. Miss Drake, you're going home without any further inconveniences. Fuzzball over there will escort you off the premise and back to your domicil.".

"What?!", Toke protested.

"Oh, um...thank you Chaplain Aldercon.", obviously I wasn't too upset but now I'm wondering what was going on.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?! Are you a psycher????", Fjord's mind was blown as to how Aldercon could have deducted that he was the one broke the TV.

Sten wasn't too pleased with the fact he had to leave for this mission. "It has been agreed upon that as part of our terms. We will have to subsequently pay for the damages caused by us, and our services of recovery have needed for some time."

Aldercon turns to Sten, "Just don't ruffle the boy's feathers ok?".

"Ah yes, I am aware of the Raven Guard's set of personalities.... although loyal...I can imagine that their position is more complex than our Chapter's role in the Imperium.", he lets out a sigh. "Come, we will head back to your cabin, Lorey."

"Wait I don't understand, when do you have to leave? Tomorrow morning? How long you will be gone?", I was genuinely worried.

Toke came in with a few questions of his own, "oh I'm sorry, I forgot the part where I agreed to dis wee adventure, specifically the part about agreeing in the first place.... I was here with Fjord and the lass for two hours having a lovely conversation. And well." He sarcastically turns to me and Fjord, obviously trying to make a more humorous objection to all of this, than turns around to Aldercon, "I don't remember you being our chaplain.", cocking a brow. Of course he was still going to go, but not with breaking Aldercon's balls over it.

"Toke, I specifically requested you join me. If this wasn't a retrieval mission, I would have suggested for Fjord to join, for him to gain experience. However, we will be dealing with likely an AWOL Astartes at worst, or a rather disgruntled and troubled individual at best. I do not know this 'Wicket', and from what I've heard....this will take some elaborate planning", Sten concludes with a mildly defeated tone.

Toke huffs and cups his hands together, "Great....the bastard flies?", he shoots a frustrated whine.

Sten nods reluctantly, "It seems his favorite pass time challenging the Air Force to aerial races. His preferred location being wide open plains and deserts. Wise choice considering there are not many civilians who live in these dry places."

Finally cupping his hands to face, "it's going to be hot too...."

Fjord wasn't sure if he was greatful for or jealous of Toke by this point. "...I mean....if you want to trade duties so much..?"

I was a bit amused by this, never would have seen these types of personalities in these guys before. I wondered if it was something cultural or tribal about their 'chapters'. I just have so little context, yet I'm getting to know a generous amount about them.

"well we shall return to the cabin. I would like to at the very least see to that Lorey is returned safely to her home.", the reassuring tone from Sten did make feel better a bit better.

Aldercon unfortunately gave the facial expression equivalent of "-but". "You will be escorted to Wicket's location personally through my facility effective immediately. You will be leaving as soon as Miss Drake leaves the premise."

A low growl comes from Sten again, the whole situation feels almost like punishment in his eyes.

"As for you fuzzball, I had your measurements estimated through our security cameras and hopefully some of these auxiliary clothes fit you.", he moves out of the way, revealing Bilhard who had brought a large box of what could only be described as old clothes, hand-me-downs and leftovers from over the years.

Fjord didn't even look into the box, he took a whiff of the box and could tell everything in it has practically never been taken out. Clean, but the clothes would definitely need to breath. "I swear if any of these have bugs in 'em. I'll comeback here and get you.... wait what cameras?"

Aldercon just patted his back hard, "I would like to see you try. Also they're everywhere and roughly the size of a glass marble...each...Anyways, these are your civilian clothes. If you're going to be responsible for Miss Drake's safety you have to look a part.", he than takes a few steps towards me.

"As for you, young lady. Now that you're aware of a few details. Here is a list of members of your community who are aware of my facility's existence. They are the only mortals I trust with the knowledge of our fort. They have assisted us in the past. However....you must never.... disclose this location to anyone else. This fort is one of only a small handfuls of Imperium standard safe havens like this one, our existence...must not be disclosed either. Yes, you will see some outliers, loners and...well...as you've experienced....rouges....these are far and few between. There are indeed forces and entities who will want to take full advantage of us Astartes...i have experienced this twice...one was enough, the second was poor judgement on my part. Can I trust you with this responsibility?", he concluded his speech with the first genuine smile I've seen from him.

Somehow I felt a very serious danger from his warning, I would have felt fear earlier too. Now, I can see that these aren't some hard asses who just moved to our world mysteriously on purpose at least.

"You can count on me, sir", I give a rather simple but genuine salute.

He let out a light chuckle, "Ah just like your grandfather. In fact just like your great father even more so. Both were stubborn bastards. But one was the best soldier I could had fought along side with back over seas. The other...oh by the Throne what did he called himself again? 'Explorador?', oh I'll remember it later.", he nodded with a much more different solute, he put his hands crossing across his chest, both hands open. I do the same in an act of correcting myself.

I could see the others in the room doing the same.

I know one this is for certain, I have no idea what I am doing, or the significance of what I just did. The men liked it, that's good.

Considering my track record of remembering a large sum of historical analysis, I feel like I'm going to regret doing that solute some way or another.

South Wall:

14:25 hours

By this point, I've had to say goodbye to Sten and Toke in the meantime. Lucky for them, they would be gone for a week according to Aldercon. But I could feel that Sten and Toke weren't too thrilled about it, seeing how dedicated they are to my family it seems based on the history alone, they probably feel they're being pulled away from their mission I assume.

As I said goodbyes to the both of them, Sten had given me one more gift. It wasn't a tooth, but a carved stone rune with a few bead attached to the cord.

"Remember, we won't be parted for long.", he gave me a gentle hug.

I hugged his as hard as one couple with a suit of armor. "I know, good luck out there and please both you take care of yourselves."

Toke instead pats me on the head, "don't worry lass, we will take care of it.".

I watched as they entered, ironically enough, into the same transport vehicle, now with a large panel of steel patched on to the side. It was a large, metal military truck. I could see little of what was originally an acronym on the side, it has been removed and painted over....all I could make out was the letter, 'P', the rest I couldn't make out. I could still see the both of them waving back in the truck. As per Aldercon's conditions, only when I leave, they could leave.

Me and Fjord were escorted out through a secret gate that had been hidden by foliage. I turn around and wave goodbye, interestingly enough, what the had not occurred to Aldercon was the possibility of a few individuals that I personally knew would be able to find his fort in absolutely no time at all.... mostly by accident.

A few minutes later, me and Fjord had been walking a trail that had been created by the vehicles at Fort Dorn, finding our way back through a long stretch of highway. Going further south, we're heading towards the direction of the cabin.

I hoped to at least understand a little more about their interests and history with my family. What or how did this all happen, how long had it gone?

Answers I would have to wait until Sten and Toke comeback, because I would find out that Fjord actually doesn't know anything about my family's history with them. Only that he's been around for as long as I wasn't in Pine Hills, I would occasionally visit Grandpa in the spring for a week or so for a better part of childhood, moved out for a few years, then moved back for two highschool semesters.

During that time I learned how to camp, fend for myself in case I ever got lost, and how to properly shoot a bow and arrow.

One day however, Grandpa for some reason had the bright idea to leave me by myself for three days out in the forested area behind the cabin. My mom found out about the whole thing and had a falling out with Grandpa, after that we moved away to a different state....never to see him alive after that.

As we were walking down the road, just a woman and a tall armored man, Fjord was telling me all about his life where he was from... before he came here.

"-And so then, I hoped off the Thunderhawk right into battle! Hordes of heretics and bloodletters were swarming throughout the mountain side, I took my trusty ax and sliced through the blood iron crowd, like a flaming chainsword to a block of ice! Ah good times, after that battle, me and my squad were headed to a wee planet in a Forbidden World way out into the Belt. There were a legion of bloody Thousands Sons," he leans a little closer for dramatic effect, "our sworn enemies and traitorus scum of the legions of Chaos. It was during a scuffle on a cliff range were a warp storm had brewed furiously. Just as I was about to land a strike on a Rubric marine, the ground beneath us gave way, sending me and that scum into a whirling tunnel. One moment I was facing against my fear enemy once more...than the next second I was soaking wet! I landed in a lake nearby. Had my fun a bit throughout the land....very nice hunting terrain here. Than I found Sten and Toke, they were mingling with a local tribe 'ere, than from than on its been great. Comparatively lass, this place is a paradise!", his voice echoed throughout.

"Wow ...ugh, if you wrote all that down and made it into a book, I think people would like it a lot. You know...like a heroic memoir?", obviously, everything he had said was completely insane and I am having the most incredible time trying to comprehend everything. A galaxy wide war? My near Apolloian levels of prophecy activity making a lucky guess about space wizards.... everything was overwhelming....

"A memoir? Ha, I'm barely getting started lass!", he glanced to me, he was happy I was curious about his life. "So then, what about you? I'm certain you have some tales of yah own?".

I perked up a bit, "Oh no, not as exciting as yours I'm afraid. If I can start... I'd say...well....I was born in the spring time during the exiting year of 1998, embassy bombings, the Japanese winter Olympics, John Glenn returns to space for... astronaut business I suppose....and... denim clothes....hmmm what else ....grandpa taught me how to shoot an arrow when I was 5, I was dangerously close to petting a wild grizzly bear when I was 10. I'm a self taught artist, I had taken many years of science class, too many math classes....and finally settled into studying history....far less complicated."

He was listening so far, "what was your first hunt like?"

"hmm...well ....my first kill ...hehehe, actually it's a little embarrassing from a hunter's perspective but from a learning experience perspective....my first kill was a chicken, from our neighbor's farm", I gave a crooked smile.

"a chicken? What is a chicken???", he urgently asked.

Oh to describe domesticated poultry to someone was easier said than done, "ugh ...ok ....you know what a bird is right, a beaked animal with feathers, usually bipedal, they can be colorful or natural looking?"

His face became stern, "yes...hmm...I do.", I could only fathom what horrors he was thinking...I was not going to ruin his walk with that.

It was just then I realized I could actually help visualize chickens better. "Hmm... would you...like to see one?"

He turned his head suddenly, "YES! If we are lucky, I say we slay one for a meal.".

"ok, but don't be surprised if it is a bit underwhelming.", I try not get people too exited when it comes to some things, hopefully he gets a snack out of it. "I think one of my neighbor's property is here actually....one sec.", I take out my phone and call my neighbor (who's number I have to have in case of anything happens)."

The two of us wait on the side of the road waiting for a chicken farmer to answer his phone.

Luckily, he answered the call, "McGregor's Foul Farm, howdy we can be of assistance?", it was in all seriousness a terrible tagline for his business but it is his farm.

"Ah Mr.McGregor? It's me, Lorey, is it a good time to spot by and get some eggs something?", I did need some eggs, but considering I was going to have Fjord as a guest I suppose I was going to get some extra groceries. Ow my wallet.

"Ah sure thing Lorey, make sure you pop by soon. That Arlo fellow has been buying out my stock faster than my sweet gals can lay.", 'Arlo' was the current owner of the "Wonder Mart" store that was reluctantly built in town. At first it was a convenience, that is as soon as other businesses began to close, Wonder Mart was staying strong. The locals had made a campaign to shut it down but somehow the damn place still keeps going... likely it will still keep going until the sun blows up by this point.

"Thanks Mr.McGregor.", I hang up and look at Fjord. "Alright, we're taking a detour, this way!". The two of us head off into a thicket that leads right into McGregor's property, "hopefully his daughter, Anna, isn't around taking care of the fox population in "her side" of the property.".

"Who is this, Anna? Your enemy?", his question sounded like a joke, however remembering what had happened just a few hours ago was not....

"Ugh no.... buuuuut we do have a history. That chicken I killed? It was her pet.", it was one of my biggest shames.

Fjord nodded, "ah understood....do you want me to kill her?"

My blood went cold, "NO!", I wasn't too fond of her holding a grudge to the point of threatening to shoot me everytime I pass by but I would never ever consider the thought of ending myself.....at least not with my arrows....maybe hand to hand combat.

Fjord straighten up giggling. "I kid lass!"

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Meanwhile, back at the cabin. Jeff...was waiting.

End of Log 8

@kit-williams @barn-anon @walking-natural-disaster

@egrets-not-regrets

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #space marine #survival log #imperial fists #space marines #space wolves #space marine husbandry sentience

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ramayantika · 1 year

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The Adharam Madhuram Draft 👀

Translation:

His lips are sweet, His face is sweet,

His eyes are sweet, His smile is sweet,

His loving heart is sweet, His gait (walk) is sweet,

Everything is completely sweet about the Lord of Sweetness.

I guess this should be called a transcript

Rukmini pulls her sakhi in secretly inside her room to show something.

She lifts a cloth off which reveals a painting. Obviously it's our darling Krishna.

Girl is already whipped. She has to calm herself down to speak to her friend.

"He is the one I one to be with. Together. For all time. Just look at him. How beautiful he is!"

Already gave the Adharam Madhuram translation

"Do you know for him I neither sleep at night not stay awake during the day. There is this strange restlessness in my heart, each time I think of him (bonus dialouge lol)

*intense crushing over him* *I knowing mouthed madhuradhipater akhilam Madhuram just to engage you all more in Rukmini*

*covers the painting after blushing at this guy and signs her friend, saying it's time to go, let's leave.*

Tagging the tumblr gopis because I forgot to tag people while drafting this: @ma-douce-souffrance @swayamev @sanskari-kanya (yeh tere bare sochke hi banaya 👀) @just-another-godless-god @merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya @jessbeinme15 @svapnakalpa-mareechi @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @arachneofthoughts @reallythoughtfulwizard @kabhi-sukoot-bhi-sukhan

(I think I have to make a dance taglist at this point)

#danceblr #gopiblr

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hockeynoses · 1 year

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R/oy x Ja/mie ficlet - Cold Denial

Summary: It’s Roy’s birthday and Jamie isn’t going to let a little cold ruin it.

No applicable warnings. 800 words.

Notes: I wrote this for myself a while back and decided to clean it up. It’s not much but I figured I’d throw it out there. The beginning is kind of boring because I had to go back and add a bit of exposition. Clearly when I wrote it for myself I jumped straight to the snz part. 😅

It’s the first time they’re celebrating Roy’s birthday together, and Jamie wants everything to be perfect. Or Roy’s version of perfect, which is much more low-key than Jamie’s usual celebrations. They’re sticking to some takeout from Roy’s favorite restaurant and a movie that he’s been wanting to show Jamie.

All things considered, it’s the easiest birthday celebration he’s ever had to plan, and of course his body is trying to ruin it. He’s been in denial since yesterday about his sore throat and the run-down feeling that’s seeping into his bones. More symptoms are starting to set in at this point – his nose won’t stop running and his sneezes are becoming more frequent and harder to contain. But he’s determined to hide it and not let it ruin Roy’s special evening.

The food arrives and he gets everything set up. When Roy shows up, right on time, Jamie does his best to hide his symptoms and act like nothing’s out of the ordinary. But his nose is starting to turn a bit red, and his voice has a weak, strained quality to it.

As they eat, they catch up about the past few days. If Roy notices that something is off, he doesn’t say anything. Jamie thinks he can feel Roy’s eyes on him when Jamie isn’t looking, but Roy keeps his mouth shut for the time being. He knows Jamie is trying to make tonight special and doesn’t want to put him off.

Jamie manages to survive through dinner with his façade mostly intact, but he knows he doesn’t have much longer before the jig is up. He’s forced to stifle several sneezes at the table, doing his best to turn away and unleash them as quietly as possible into his pinched fingers. He’s mostly successful; only once, now that they’ve just finished eating, does he need to use the emergency tissues he stuffed in his pocket to haphazardly cover a spraying barrage - “hah’ESSSHH! tch’ISSH! Hih’ERSHH’IUE!” that’s too intense to stifle.

Roy quirks a bushy eyebrow at him. “You seem to be sneezing an awful lot.”

“Idt’s jusdt allergies,” Jamie says, fighting against the persistent tickle in his sinuses that’s threatening to make his eyes water. He scrunches his nose up in an effort to relieve the itch, but that only makes it worse.

“I thought you didn’t get allergies until summer?” Roy narrows his eyes, suspicious.

“Well, I guess they came early this year! Fuckin’ hell, I dunno.” Jamie gives a gurgling blow into the bunch of tissues. His bluff isn’t helped when he clears his scratchy throat and gives a couple of dry coughs into the wet cotton.

“You sure you’re not sick?” Roy asks.

“I’b sure.”

“And you’re not just hiding it because it my birthday?”

Jamie hesitates. “I’b – heh – I’b fi-iihh -heh-ITSCCCHHah!” he freezes. That one fucking hurt. He snuffles back some of the congestion that had loosened in the outburst. “I’b fine,” he says again, this time with some uncertainty creeping into his voice.

Roy rolls his eyes. “Come on, Tartt, just admit it. I’m not going to be mad at you for being sick.”

“Ugh. You always have to – hah – have to – hah’ESSHH’IUE!” He groans into the soaked tissue. “Have to be right, don’t yeh?”

“Kind of my job as your coach to know when you need rest, yeah?”

Jamie looks forlorn as he scrubs a finger under his achy, pink nose. “Budt idt’s your birthday.”

“It’s fine, Jamie. I’ve had a lot of birthdays.”

“But this is our first one together! I wanted it to be special,” Jamie says with a pout. “hih’EH’TSSSHOO!” He wrenches forward as he’s overpowered by another miserable, scraping sneeze. Lightheaded, he resigns himself to the fact that they’re getting more out of control by the minute.

“We can do something next week when you’re feeling better. You look like you’re dying,” Roy says. Jamie’s brows knit together as he glares at him, his vanity taking exception to that. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

At that, Jamie perks up a bit, giving a mischievous eyebrow waggle. The effect is kind of ruined by his red, glistening nostrils.

“Not for that! Fuck.” Roy says, exasperated yet fond.

Jamie’s face wilts into a pout. The puppy dog eyes are interrupted when his breath starts to hitch again, and he curls forward into his mass of soggy tissues, expression crumpling. “heh…hih’AEESHH’uh!” He glances up at Roy with defeat in his eyes, the destroyed tissue still pinched around his rebellious nose.

Roy brings a warm hand to the back of Jamie’s neck, a solid and commanding presence. “Please? It’ll make me feel better. It can be my present.”

“Sombe present.” Jamie sniffles thickly, cross with himself. But he eventually gives in, knowing Roy is right. Roy manhandles him up the stairs to the bedroom, grabbing the box of tissues on the way.

#snzblr #snzfic #snz fic #snzfics #snz fics #jam/ie ta/rtt

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unabashegirl · 1 year

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Safely

Author's note: HAPPY NEW YEARS! I hope you all have plenty of blessings this year. I wish you lots of love and health. In honor of the holiday, I wanted to give you a little piece. A unique piece that only my members of Patreon will be able to read further on. I've been writing it for a few days, and I hope you like it. I was thinking of making her an OC (Patreon exclusive) and make other pieces based on their relationship and surroundings. Let me know in the comments if you liked it!

DISCLAIMER: I decided to make this an OC, exclusively for my Patreon's, but I wanted to share at least ONE PIECE with my Tumblr followers.

It had been an exceptionally long day at work, but she was finally getting into bed and getting some rest. The apartment was noticeably quiet, causing her to struggle to catch sleep. On top of it, her dog was away, and she felt unprotected. Either way, sleep got the most of her, and she allowed herself to fall into it.

“Hello?” Her phone had been ringing for what felt like hours even though it had only been two minutes. It had rung long enough to wake her up. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes to check the caller ID. Whomever it was they had pissed Y/N off.

“Kitten” A single word was enough to get rid of any grogginess from her. She pulled her phone away from her ear, trying to read the time. It read 3:06 causing her to groan.

“Please, don't tell me you are arrested again” She heard his attractive chuckle from the other side of the phone. She threw the covers off her body and sat up. Y/N already knew the answer, and she didn’t need it to come out of his lips.

“Where are you?”

“At the apartment” Y/N grabbed the first pair of jeans that she could find in the darkness.

“Why?” She rolled her eyes. He was going to lecture her. She was supposed to be staying in the house with the family. “The fuckin’ dog isn’t even there with yeh! You know where you are supposed to be when I am not home” She could picture him, spatting into the phone, worried about things that weren’t as important.

“This whole authoritarian attitude isn’t such a panty dropper like when we first met” She teased, enjoying how easily his buttons could get pushed.

“Call Henry and tell him to get here and take your ass home”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now, Y/N!” he hung up on her. He worried more about her safety than his. Sure, he had taught her how to defend herself, but he could never be too safe. He wasn’t rude or pushed her around, but his priority was always her safety. Ever since they met on that rainy day.

A stupid mistake had landed him in jail again. The fucking police officers had intercepted one of his calls and had busted in before Harry could put a bullet between the other man’s eyes. Although, the police were the least of his problems.

“Styles? You are free to go” Harry smiled with cockiness as he walked past him. “We’ll get you don’t worry” He stopped and turned to look at him. His eyes scanned for his name on his super chest.

“Copper isn’t?” He was straight out of the academy, and unfortunately, he still had no idea who he was dealing with. “I’ll make sure to remember your name officer cooper” It was an empty promise. He had no intention of going after the young officer. He just enjoyed making people uncomfortable. Harry also hated police officers.

“Here is your shit, Styles” an older officer threw him his phone, wallet, keys, and everything else that he had been carrying in his pockets when he had been detained. He remained quiet, picking his stuff off the counter. He could see Henry and the rest of his closest men outside, waiting for him. “I hope you see you soon here”. He just rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Give me a cigarette” he interrupted Henry before he could say something to him. He had a few ears to pull or cut off. Henry closed his mouth; without any response, he gave him what he craved. “Let’s go home,” he said after he had gotten in the car. Harry didn’t want to say anything until he was in the comfort and safety of his house. He also craved Y/N. He wanted to see her, but he had to wait because business always came first for the family.

“Harry—”

“I SAID TAKE US HOME!” Henry then feared for his life.

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The state was on the outskirts of the city, and he preferred it like that. Even his father had opted for it when he was in charge. Of course, that had been a long time ago. It was much safer for everyone. The entire place was always patrolled by his men and cameras had been set up in every nook and cranny of the property which was why he had been so upset with Y/N earlier. Because there was no safer place.

“Lineup” he sternly dictated; he wasted no time. Harry was going to teach them a lesson in the foyer. He had no energy or patience to take them downstairs or to the other house where he usually took care of business. He lit up another cigarette, trying to ease the anger that was eating him up from the inside out. “Hope you don’t mind” he smiled sadistically, yanking a gun off one of his men. “What’s your name?”.

“Arthur, boss” He gulped heavily, trying his best not to pee on himself.

Harry Styles had a reputation. He ran London’s underworld. Men feared him and he liked it. His father and mother had been assassinated when he was only ten years old. His sister and he had been the only survivors in the family.

“Do you know how many men oversee my personal safety, Arthur?”

“N-no sir”

“Take a guess” he insisted as he finished his cigarette.

“20?” Arthur looked around trying to estimate how many men were forming the line. Harry kept walking from one extreme to the other. He observed the men that had taken an oath to protect and be loyal to him.

“Get in the fuckin’ line, Henry!” He yelled, noticing that he stood behind him. “You know how I hate to repeat myself!”

“But boss—” Harry took four strides in his direction, and suddenly he was in his face. Henry closed his eyes for a second as he felt the cold metal against his temple.

“Don’t be fooled, Henry. I don’t care if you are my second in command. I won’t hesitate to paint the walls of this FUCKIN’ house with your brains. Don’t you ever talk back to me” He threatened. Harry usually wasn’t this stern, but everything had gone to shit tonight. Hence, why he was on the brim of shooting everyone. “Get in line,” he said between his teeth.

“30, Arthur. And do you know what they were doing today while I was in my meeting?” Harry knew who Arthur was, he was also aware that Arthur’s job wasn’t to keep them safe. Harry knew most of his men. He could recognize them by their faces and their names. It was his duty to know everyone who was working under his roof.

“N-no sir”

“They were playing with their balls and cocks!” He yelled then chuckled sarcastically, outraged by their careless behavior. He needed another smoke, and so he lit one up and took a drag. “Now take a step forward if you were in charge of Y/N’s personal security” Much to Harry’s distaste no one stepped forward which only angered him more. He felt as if the blood running through his veins was bubbling. “No one is going to step up. Really?” He yelled and the estate shook. “Peter”.

The man didn’t bulge and so it seemed like Harry was going to take care of it. He grabbed him by the collar and practically dragged him in front of everyone, with his cigarette still tucked between his lips.

“Were or weren’t you in charge of Y/N’s safety?” He asked, walking down the lengthy line of men.

“Sir, the thing is that —”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION! YES, OR NO?”

“Yes,” Harry turned his back to him as he tried his best not to shoot him in the head. He reminded himself that he wasn’t the same man that had met Y/N that cold afternoon. He had changed. His serenity didn’t last long. Suddenly, he turned around and shot Peter in the leg without hesitation or any remorse.

Peter’s screams echoed through the entire house. The bullet had perforated through the skin right below the knee. Everyone in the house could hear his piercing voice. Although no one said anything, and no one did anything. They feared the man holding the gun and respected him enough not to cross him.

“Let this be a lesson for every single one of you. Y/N must always be protected. Someone must always be with her. Especially when I am not around. Her security comes first” He spat and quietly walked up to Peter, who remained on the floor, applying pressure on his wound. He tried his best not to shed a single tear, but it was extremely hard. “Peter might have gotten away with it, but the next time something like this happens. I won’t be this lenient” he threatened.

Harry kneeled before him and pressed the gun to this wound instantly causing Peter to yell in agonizing pain.

“When I ask you to do something — you do it without hesitation. You are lucky that nothing happened to Y/N. Otherwise, I would have tortured you until you begged me to end your life. Make sure this doesn’t ever happen again” He dangerously whispered to him. “Consider yourself lucky, I’m giving you another chance” He retracted with a smile. “You are dismissed” he mumbled, reaching out for the handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Harry cleaned the blood off his gun and finished his cigarette.

Harry was his most patient with her, but not when it came to her safety. Once, he had come close to losing her — incredibly close. From that day forward he promised himself that he would never allow it again. He promised himself that if it ever happened again, he would let her go and never threaten again with her safety. He would detach himself permanently from her life. Even if it pained him and even if it killed him to see her go.

“That was quick” He found her, tucked in bed, her hair up in a bun with her big, framed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She paused her show, wanting to devote her utter attention to him. “What happened downstairs?” she had heard his rough tone but hadn’t been able to make out his exact words.

“Why were you in the apartment?” he asked bluntly, without responding to her. He pulled off his blazer, setting it on the futon by the end of the bed, and then proceeded to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt.

“Because it’s our apartment and I can sleep over there if I want to?”

“What was the only condition in staying in the apartment, pup?” He stood straight, chest puffed out, arms crossed across his chest. His eyebrow raised high and pursed his lips.

“Achilles always had to be with me but Har—”

“And where is Achilles, Y/N?” Harry interrupted her, trying to prove his point.

“Getting trained” Achilles was the dog that Harry had gotten her after she had been released from the hospital. It was a Doberman and after lots of tears and arguing Y/N finally allowed him to leave for training. “So? I had a meeting with a dangerous man. A man that with the snap of his fingers could have sent someone to hurt you” He tried his best not to involve her with his business. He never gave her details or names unless she pressured him into it. “I could have easily found you murdered in the apartment. Or worst, you could have been kidnapped and tortured! When will you learn? All the security that I send with you is for your safety” the thought of losing her made him want to kill himself.

“I am sorry” she frowned, seeing the desperation and concern in his eyes. Y/N was very stubborn, and she knew that she wasn’t easy to handle. “It’s just sometimes, their presence is overbearing, and I feel like I can’t breathe with so many of them around” her head hung low, and she genuinely looked regretful — not like the other times.

Harry exhaled loudly and walked up to the side of her bed. He sat by the edge and was incredibly close to her. He got a whiff of her scent and instantly felt his muscles relax. Y/N reached out, noticing the exhaustion and the bags under his eyes. She inched closer and cupped his face with her delicate hands.

“I shot Peter in the leg” he admitted as she squished his cheeks together like she always does before kissing him.

“Harry!”

“He’ll live” he rolled his eyes, “His job is to protect you when I am not around, and he failed miserably today” Y/N pecked his lips multiple times before allowing him to kiss her deeply. “Don’t ever go” he whispered as their foreheads were pressed against each other.

“I wouldn’t. I love you”

“Loving you is easy. Deserving you is something else” he whispered back.

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