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The Lucky One

Word count: 11510

A/N: My sweet friends! I hope you're still excited for this story, even after all the time I had you wait. Life was hectic and finding time to write has been difficult. It's fitting that I posted this a year ago, and now posting the update a year later. Happy reading!!!

Warning: smut, female pleasure, phone sex, (brief use of Daddy)

Gala After Gala

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Harry was banned from the bathroom because he was a distraction. Y/N had been stuck doing her mascara for over ten minutes because he made a silly face at her every time she looked in the mirror. Y/N banished him to wait in her bedroom. He decided to look in her closet, wanting to pick her outfit for the night, and noticed how empty it was beside her winter coats hanging in the back, taking up most of the space.

“Beauty?” He called for her.

Y/N answered with a soft “Yes, love?”

Harry asked her what was going on in his head. “Where’s your emerald dress?”

“It was Sapra’s. She let me borrow it.”

“And the black one with the long slit,” Harry asks while continuing to look between every piece of clothing she has.

Y/N comes out of the restroom, hair perfectly curled and lips glossed. He can’t wait to kiss it away. Harry already knows she’s wearing her new favorite gloss, with hints of strawberry. Harry knows because he tested it out for her, ensuring it was a long-lasting taste and not only a smell sold by companies to trick her.

“Dawn’s sister.”

Harry frowns. Y/N attends endless galas, and each dress she wears looks like they were made for her and her alone. Yet, he’s only discovering that most of them were never hers. “The yellow one?”

“Dry cleaners!”

He breathes out a sigh of relief. While Harry knows Y/N might not have much space here, they act as if they don’t spend most of their time at Harry’s, where many of her items have started accumulating. Harry has begun to buy her favorite milk (Oat) and her favorite shampoo (Coconut scent) to have stocked. It has become her place as much as it is his. He knew he could make a closet hers. He hates that he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Beauty, I thought they were all yours,” Harry stares at Y/N while she puts in her earrings for the night. “Are you telling me I’ll never see that baby pink dress?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his dramatics, kissing his cheek as she exits the bedroom. “That’s only for special occasions.” Y/N wore it for her graduation. A midi pink dress with flowers embroidered up the sides and sleeves. Harry could not keep his hands to himself that night, not that she minded. It’d been tucked away for a few weeks until Harry whisked her away to Italy and Greece as a Graduation present, where they spent weeks exploring new cities and kissing on every cobblestone street.

He trails behind her like a lost puppy. “Personally, think every moment with you is special.”

Y/N steps into her heels by the door, but before she can reach down, Harry is kneeling on one knee, placing her foot on his thigh to tighten the strap for her. Harry makes her fall more in love with him each day. Those three words seem to hover around them, but neither of them ever says them because it is told with each action, each kiss. “Thank you, honey.”

He kisses her calf before placing it back on the floor. “All ready, Beauty?”

“Let’s go eat!”

It’s not every day that they get dressed up for dinner, but Harry is leaving on a three-week trip and wants to take her out on a date before they move to Facetime calls and late-night texts. Harry had tried to convince her to come, but work would not let her. Not when she was planning for two different galas to take place in three months.

Dinner was delicious. Y/N was so hungry she cleaned off her plate. She always saved a bit to have leftovers the day after for her lunch, but Harry was gracious and ordered a meal for tomorrow. It didn’t surprise her how well Harry was able to read her.

She was strolling behind Harry, eating the ice cream they stopped to get after she told him she was craving something sweet. Harry kissed her and promised they’d stop by the shop two streets from her apartment. He was leading the way into her flat, telling her to get ready for bed, and he’d turn on an episode of Derry Girls for them. It was one of her most-watched series, and Harry enjoyed the humor.

“Nooo, I want to watch an episode of Ghost Files,” she yells from her bathroom.

Harry sighs because he knows this means she’s not tired. She wouldn’t dare to sleep through it because she loves Shane’s dumb commentary. While Y/N promises she doesn’t believe in ghosts, she is also the type to never put herself in any scary or off-setting situation.

Y/N comes in, rubbing moisturizer down her neck, and smiles when she sees a familiar episode playing. “Perfect.” She steps close to Harry, kisses him, and makes him promise to be quick in the restroom because she is ready for cuddles. Harry tried his best to be fast but enjoyed his night routine. He also had to double-check that he had everything packed for his flight tomorrow, not wanting to make a stop at home tomorrow that would have him leave Y/N sooner than he needed to.

By the time he entered the bedroom, Derry Girls was playing, and Y/N was fighting off sleep.

“You took forever,” she mumbled against her silk pillow.

He gave her a dimpled grin and cuddled close to her side. “You love to remind me how important my nightly routine is. That I can’t skip around. Something about my wrinkles,” Harry teases.

Y/N rolls her eyes, laying her head on his chest. “No wrinkles. Maybe some white hairs are coming in, but I think you’d be a sexy silver fox.”

Harry breathes out a laugh, “think I’m that old?”

“You’re perfect,” she pecks his lips.

“Think you’re perfect, too. So perfect for me,” Harry tells her.

Y/N had never felt peace like this, to feel so at home with a partner. Harry showed her how much he cared for her every single day. The ease she felt around him allowed her to be herself the entire time, with no facade, no excuses on why she wasn’t getting ready. Harry had seen her at her best and worst and still chooses her every day.

There are three words on the tip of her tongue dying to come out, but instead, she slips off to sleep in her lover’s arms.

Morning came far too soon for Y/N’s liking; usually, she wakes up feeling rested, but this morning, she felt like she tossed and turned all night. Harry, at one point, had to hold her tight against his chest because she was squirming around too much. She apologized, and thankfully, his heartbeat lulled her back to sleep. Now she’s up at six am watching Harry get ready to drive himself to the airport. She had requested to drive him, but Harry didn’t want her to deal with all the traffic madness that went on there. He also knew walking away from her at the airport would be harder. He’d be too tempted to stay in the car and ask her to drive home. Harry loved spending time with Y/N, and since officially being together, they have only gone a few hours apart. Saying goodbye was hard, and he wasn’t looking forward to doing that today.

She got up with him, with sleep still in her eyes, and while Harry went to do a quick rundown of his skincare, Y/N made him a cup of coffee; he bought her some of his specially imported beans from Columbia once he learned she enjoyed it. Harry told her she made the best cups of coffee; while she didn’t know if that was true, she was happy to do something for him.

Y/N sat on her counter, watching him collect his belongings and line them up nicely at the door. He had an order for everything. She knew he kept a packing list because he always feared forgetting something. He knew he had overpacked for this trip because he would be stopping to visit Mum and sister. Y/N thought it was sweet. Y/N had spoken with them over Facetime, but there’s nothing like meeting in person, and if all things went well, she knew she’d be meeting them over the holidays.

She wasn’t used to the quiet of her apartment because Harry always had music playing. He saw she had a record player and bought a bunch of his favorites for her to listen to. She told him she hardly used it because it was a housewarming gift from her brother, Matias, who got it for cheap at an estate sale. When Harry was staying over, there was always a record from Joni Mitchell to Prince.

“You got to call me when you land,” she says, breaking the silence.

“It’ll only be two here, just in time for your break.”

Y/N doesn’t hide her grin, knowing he had already checked their time difference. “Five days in London, and then off to Scotland.”

Harry nods because they both know she has his schedule memorized. He left her a list of contacts she could reach in case of an emergency, and he wasn’t available (he always would be). “Correct, Beauty. Do you want me to bring you back something? Cookies, a bag, or pearls.”

“Only want you.”

“I’ll surprise you,” Harry promises, knowing he’ll stop at his favorite shops to get her something nice to make up for his time away.

Harry steps towards her, sitting on the counter. He places one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss. His lips are soft and taste sweet, like his coffee. She sighs against him, not ready to separate, but he gives her one last kiss, telling her he has to put his bags away in the car.

She watches him take two trips while double-checking his carry-on, not wanting to forget his passport, something he’s expressed he’s done more than once. On his final trip, Harry is in the car packing it in. Y/N has moved to lean against the doorframe, watching him fit his luggage in a car too small for two suitcases. There’s a heaviness in her chest, knowing she won’t see him for 21 days. There will be no kisses, no hugs, and no lunch together. Not even a sweet morning wake-up call.

It’s going to be a lonely few days.

Y/N can admit she’s become a bit dependent on spending time with Harry, but she doesn’t think it’s terrible. She still goes to work, hangs out with her friends, and gets her nails done, where she catches up on her favorite podcast, The Happiness Lab, but ends her days in Harry’s arms. He truly has become one of her best friends. While no one could ever replace Sapra, Harry and Y/N shared another level of intimacy. She was thankful to have him in her life.

“What is it, beauty?” Harry asks, stepping toward her, looking beautiful. It’s unfair he wakes up looking this pretty with his messy hair and growing stubble. She knows it’s only three weeks, but she will miss him and wants him to know. Harry caresses her cheek, and she can’t help but lean into his warm touch.

“I’m going to miss you,” Y/N breathes out.

“Miss me or my king-sized bed,” he teases. He told her to stay at his house if she wanted but that she’d miss him less at her apartment. She knew that was a lie; she saw him in everything in her home. Harry had left a touch on everything she had ever owned. From having his favorite blanket thrown on the back of her couch to his extra pair of shoes waiting by

She shakes her head. “Seriously, H. Does Mitch really need you? Sarah’s going.”

“They’ve got a bub to look after,” Harry reminds her.

“But I’m your baby,” she pouts.

Harry laughs because he remembers her telling him “Baby” was too cheesy. Then, one night in bed, when she was close to reaching her peak, he called her “baby,” and it was over for her. She loved it, craved to hear it when he was pleasuring her.

“Well, my baby has to work, or she’d be coming with me.”

Y/N sighs because he’s right.

It’s true, he told her a few months back, but there was too much to be done that she couldn’t take a vacation, not when Harry had told her he had planned a summer vacation for them. It was the only thing keeping her going.

“Well, at least I can go to the farmer’s market.” It was popular, but the earlier she went, the less crowded. “Will need to go get some cash,” she talks aloud, already making a mental list of what to do once Harry takes off to distract herself.

Harry grabs his wallet and a few bills, slipping it into her coat’s pocket.

She reaches in after him, pulling out around what she assumed to be bills that added up to $200. “What’s this for?”

“For your fresh goods.”

“Honey,” she breathed out. “It’s too much.”

“I need to care for you, even while I’m gone.” Y/N goes to respond, but he cuts her off with a quick kiss. “Let me do this. I’m already sad I won’t be there to give you flowers.”

Y/N backs down. He bought her flowers every week. They went from daisies to daffodils. “Thank you,” is her only response.

“I’ll call you every night,” he promises, and Y/N takes him in, knowing she’s got minutes left with him. “Now, be a good girl and give me a kiss.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

Harry connects his lips to her in a sweet kiss. He has the power to make her forget everything. Y/N is wrapped up in his sweet taste. She’s aware that his hands trail her body before settling on his favorite spot (her ass). He slips his tongue in, giving him entrance to explore. Y/N knows she could kiss him all day, but they’ve run out of time.

Y/N pulls back breathlessly; she knows her lips are swollen. Y/N ran a finger over her lips as if she could still feel his mouth against hers.

“I’ll text you when I board,” he turns around, walking away from her, ready to drive away.

A strong feeling overwhelmed her, and she could no longer keep in those three words. “Harry!”

He turns around, sunglasses on and a pretty smile on his lips.

“I love you,” she breathes out.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Beauty, beauty!”

He hurries over with shaking hands. “What did you say?”

“I love you, Harry,” she repeats louder.

“Oh darling,” his eyes are glistening. “I want to take you back inside and show you how much I love you.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“You’ve got a long drive ahead,” she reminds him, knowing the airport is always chaotic. She couldn’t believe she had let these words drop now that he was leaving.

“Don’t make me go,” he pleads. “Why now, baby?”

Y/N shrugs, running a hand through his curls. “It was too much to hold in with you leaving me.”

“I’m coming back, Beauty,” he promises. “Always coming back to you. Wish you’d come with me,” he pleads one more time.

Her smile gives away the same answer she’s been giving him for weeks. He knows she can’t. “Drive safe. I love you.”

Harry feels a flutter flow through him. He can’t wait to spend the rest of their lives sharing these three beautiful words. “I love you, Beauty.”

He pulls away, shaking his head. Harry hugs her tight to his chest, and she can hear the pounding in her chest. He kisses her a few more times for good measure.

“I love you,” Harry tells her one last time as he drives away. She waves him goodbye from the porch and keeps smiling until he turns the corner, and that’s when she lets her tears slip.

Y/N’s really going to miss him.

When she’s back inside, Y/N hears her phone ring. She sees it’s Harry and answers quickly, worried something has happened. “You okay, honey?”

He’s silent for a few seconds.

“Honey?”

“Say it again.”

She giggles, “I love you. Call me when you’re there.”

“One last time,” he asks.

“I love you, Harry Styles.”

“Hello, you’ve reached Harry Styles. I’m unable to get on the phone right now. Leave your name and number, and I’ll return your call when I’m available. Thank you.” His voicemail filled the quiet of her room. Y/N huffed; it was the third time she had tried calling him, and there was no answer. He promised her a date and even sent her a photo of how he added it to his schedule.

Harry had been gone now for two weeks on business. He had begged her to come, and she almost caved, but there was too much going on at work for her to take a trip. Harry understood; of course, he did. He knew how much Y/N loved her job and would never try to take her from there unless he really needed her.

Y/N throws her phone to the end of her bed, deciding to give up for now. She had prepared a small meal to share with him. She knew it was cold now and couldn’t be bothered to eat it when her appetite was gone. Since her plans are gone, she phones Sapra, who quickly answers on the first ring.

“Babes!” Sapra greets her cheerfully. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Yeah, I got bad news at work. I had a cater cancel on me, and it’s like starting all over again with the hunt for the perfect person. “So,” Y/N dragged out. “I was thinking we can go drink my sorrows.”

Sapra laughs, “Oh my sweet, Y/N.” She takes a moment to respond, but Y/N knows she’s in. “Of course, I’m in. Let me call in the boys and Dawn.”

They settle on going to a bar they know that sells delicious nachos. Dawn’s place is the middle ground, so they agree to meet there.

Time with her favorite people is precisely what she needs. Her friends get along well with Harry, and she likes including him on their outings. It’s nice to go out, have a good laugh, and go home to cuddle with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is still out of town, so she will return to an empty apartment and a cold bed.

Y/N sent Harry a text to check-in. She hoped nothing terrible had happened but knew in her gut that if something was wrong, she would have a call from Sarah. The only update from Sarah was of her bub swaddled in a blanket Y/N made for him.

While Y/N loves dressing up tonight, she settled on jeans, a white top, and her favorite yellow cardigan, Dawn knitted. It keeps her warm and cozy while elevating her outfit. Y/N finishes slipping on her rings as she walks out the door. Y/N takes the ringer off her phone, slipping it into her bag, promising herself to have a fun night.

Bars are not Y/N’s favorite place because it’s too loud, there is always a weird smell, and mostly because it’s hard to avoid creeps. She stands by the never-going-to-the-bathroom-alone code, and as she waits for Sapra to finish washing her hands, she has to politely move away from men stumbling down the hall. Once they’re settled back in their seats, Y/N relaxes. She has a drink in her hand, vodka cranberry (her favorite), and enjoys the evening. Her brother brought a new friend today, Brandon. He’s tall, a bit pale, and has a buzzcut. Y/N recognizes he’s attractive, but his brown eyes do nothing to her. Her MO when she was in Uni was chocolate brown eyes she could drown herself in, but now she knows the truth. It’s that emerald will always be captivating to her.

Matias shares a funny story about Y/N when she was a child, making the group awe while Brandon shoots her a smirk. Y/N knows he’s flirting, but before she can tell him, she’s not interested. Isaac reminds Brandon that Y/N is a taken woman.

“Y/N’s here alone,” Brandon tries.

“Man is on a business trip.” Matias slaps a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “Promise you, he will hear about this and be on the first flight back.”

Brandon backs up with his hands up.

Crisis Averted.

Y/N can easily defend herself, but she’s glad her brother had her back in this case. Brandon sets his eyes on Dawn, who is all too happy to give in to her flirting ways. She remembers when Dawn would barely speak a word unless spoken to, but after two vodka sodas, it’s like Dawn becomes a new person who suddenly loves to talk. It makes Y/N laugh, but always makes a point to look after her.

After two drinks, Y/N decides that’s all she wants. Everyone seems to agree. The bar gets more crowded, pushing them all together when Sapra gets a bright idea.

“You know I’ve been wanting a new tattoo,” Sapra throws out her bait.

Matias rolls his eyes, “like you weren’t posting about your last one two weeks ago.”

Sapra gasps, “So you do watch my story.”

“More like skip,” Isaac chirps in.

Y/N knows she has to intervene, or Sapra will bite their heads off. “Right, a tattoo sounds nice.”

Sapra clinks her drink with Y/N’s. “Anyways, Roxanne has become a good friend. I can call her to see if she can squeeze us all in for a tattoo.”

“I’m out,” Dawn calls out, who is four drinks in.

Brandon shrugs, “I’m game.”

Y/N looks at her brother and his husband. Isaac and Matias share a look. Y/N knows it’s going to be a no. They are never impulsive.

“We’ll supervise, you idiots,” Isaac shares.

Sapra cheers while Y/N thinks about the placement of her tattoo.

The shop was only a five-minute walk from the bar they were at. After Sapra phoned her friend who, yes, was available to tattoo three people at ten pm.

The shop is one Y/N has driven by many times. It’s small and intimate and entirely female-owned. The space is clean, and the receptionist counter has mints for customers to grab. The wall has beautiful paintings from a local artist, and Y/N knows she’d be happy to have one in her apartment (or Harry’s house).

Brandon goes first. He’s quick to explain his tattoo idea. He wants a teddy bear for his nephew, born two months ago. Theodore was his name, and he wanted to do something special as the godfather. Y/N found it sweet. She wouldn’t mind keeping Brandon in the friend group. Mainly because it seemed Dawn was smitten. Brandon had her go back with him, feigning he was feeling nervous and needed Dawn to hold his hand to make him brave; it worked like a charm.

As Brandon gets wrapped up, Sapra expresses her idea. Roxanne tells her it’s great but would prefer Sapra’s recent tattoo to heal a bit longer before going in for a new one. Sapra wants to fight it but knows when to back down.

“You got it, Roxie. But you will do it?”

Roxanne nods her head, making her lilac hair move around her. “Of course.” Roxanne looks back at the group. “That leaves one more.”

All eyes turn to Y/N. She feels like shrinking into herself but instead stands up straight and follows Roxanne to her office. Y/N hands her phone off to Dawn, who promises to keep it safe. Y/N knows there will be a lot of drunk selfies to filter through tomorrow.

Y/N has been thinking of getting a tattoo for some time now. She discussed it with Harry one time, but he always told her it was her body and would ultimately always be her choice. It wasn’t much help. That had been about two months ago, and now she knew she would be happy with it.

“I thought about this for a long time,” Y/N explains to Roxanne as she places the stencil on her ribcage.

Roxanne laughs, “midnight screams impulsive.” Y/N laughs. She’s not wrong. She’s glad to have the company with her alone; she might have walked out of the shop by now. “Ribcage is pretty brave.”

“So I’ve heard,” Y/N responds.

“Hurts a lot.”

“I can take it.” Y/N knows it will be worth it.

Sapra pops in, promising to hold Y/N’s hand if needed. Y/N wiggles her fingers, and Sapra hurries to her side. “This will be very sexy in the summer with a bikini.”

“Harry is going to die,” Dawn giggles. Y/N notices Dawn holding her phone up and knows she’s recording. Well, at least they’ll all be able to look back on this.

Y/N can admit the tattoo process wasn’t painless. It felt like constantly being strung by a bee in the same spot. The only good thing was that no bees died while she got inked. Sapra teared up as she released what Y/N got tattooed. It was a bouquet of Sapra and Y/N’s birth flower (Sapra shared the same month with Harry, but Y/N wasn’t reading into that right now). Roxanne brought Y/N’s vision to life, and it would forever be inked on her skin.

The entire thing took 45 minutes to an hour. Y/N was being told about the aftercare when Dawn felt Y/N’s phone ring. It showed a picture of Y/N and Harry sharing a kiss at sunset. She thought it was no problem picking it up and was soon greeted with Harry’s face, suddenly realizing it was a Facetime call.

“Mr. Styles!” Dawn greeted cheerfully.

“Just Harry,” he corrected with a slight laugh.

“Okay, Mr. Harry,” Dawn fell into a fit of giggles.

He didn’t bother correcting her; instead, he looked for Y/N. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dawn held up a finger, needing to pass the phone as she was still laughing. “Hold on a sec.”

The phone was then passed to Sapra. “Hi,” he waves.

Sapra gives him the cold shoulder. He has a small idea of why but knows she doesn’t need an answer. Y/N does.

“I can explain. But you don’t need to hear it,” Harry tells her.

“For once, I agree. I’ll find out either way,” she reminds him.

Harry spots Y/N in the back of the frame, slipping on her shirt. He catches a glimpse of something around her waist. He frowned but called out for her. “Beauty?”

“Hi, Harry,” Y/N answers confused. “Everything alright?”

“Mhm…do you have a moment to talk?”

Y/N is the only one in the frame, but by all the chatter Harry hears, it’s clear she’s not home. “I will be home in 30. The night was ending. Y/N scratches her neck; she sees the bags under his eyes and knows he hasn’t slept well. “Do you want to talk tomorrow? It can’t be a good time for you.”

Harry feels his heart soften because she’s always looking out for him. He knows he should sleep, but he had a shitty day(s), and he knows even a few minutes with Y/N will make him feel better. Selfishly, he wishes Y/N was home accepting his call, but he can wait for her. He’d wait a lifetime if he had to.

“I’ll call you when I’m home,” she promises.

“I love you,” Harry tells her. He never hangs up without saying it.

“I love you, Harry.”

“Is everything alright?” Sapra asks concerned.

Y/N kisses her cheek. “It will be. I got to get home.”

Matias shows her he’s ordered her an Uber. They’ll share because he would feel awful sending her home alone. Y/N knows she’s lucky to have so many people who love her.

Y/N is thankful her brother knows her well because he put Harry’s address as her drop-off location. She hadn’t stayed there a lot because it made her feel lonely. He asked her to house-sit, but he had no plants or pets to look after. Y/N’s hoping she can convince him he needs one in his life.

She waves goodnight to her brother and makes her way inside. Slipping off her shoes, she wants to call Harry once she’s ready for bed, but it’s been thirty-five minutes, and she hates making him wait. Y/N calls him, and on the second ring, he’s answering.

“Hi, beauty.”

Y/N can hear the relief in his voice. As if he was holding it together until he got her alone.

“Hi honey, I’ve got to get my makeup off, but I didn’t want to make you wait anymore.”

“Put me on video call.” He requests.

Y/N does as he asks. She sets him on the bathroom counter. He stares at her with his pretty eyes, and Y/N knows she’s grateful to have him. She knows she’s in love. The moony look in his eyes tells her everything.

Harry grins, being able to see her blushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. He knows Y/N always uses her Cosmos palette because she’s learned that the glitter makes her eyes shine in any kind of light.

“Fun night?”

Y/N rubs her cleansing balm over her face as she tells Harry about the night’s event. She told him she could hurry if he was tired, but he shook his head no. “Keep talking, Beauty. I’m with you.”

She continues to tell him about how well done her drink was, the perfect mix of alcohol and cranberry. Y/N promised to take him back another time. She spoke about Matias's friend and saw when Harry perked up at the mention of trying to chat her up.

“Will that new friend be a problem?”

She giggles, rubbing her moisturizer into her skin gently. “No. Matias gave him a talk. He got along wonderfully with Dawn, but she mentioned he’s fresh out of a breakup, so she won’t pursue anything.”

“For now.”

“We’ll see, honey.”

Y/N throws the phone on the bed as she begins to get changed. “Beauty, baby? Where’d you go?”

She crawls under the covers, picking up her phone after getting comfortable. “Had to get changed. All tucked in now.”

“No show?” Harry teases.

“Not unless you’re here to take it off me.”

Harry groans. He is aware of how little Y/N wears to bed. “I will get on a flight right now.”

“It’s only a few more days.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes. Y/N knows Harry has much to share, but she wonders what he will start with.

“Was that a tattoo?” Y/N feigned innocence. “When I first called you. Thought I saw something.”

Y/N explains the tattoo Sapra has been in her life for as long as she can remember. Tattooing something is permanent and something he reminded her of endlessly, but in that moment, she couldn’t think of a reason not to get it.

“Do you regret it now?” Harry is still looking at the photo she sent him, and he’s thinking about the pain she went through. He wished he was the one holding her hand.

“No, the pain was manageable. I love it.”

Harry grins, “I love it too.”

She knew he would.

“I love you, Harry.”

“Beauty, oh, Beauty. I’m so fucking lucky to love you. I’m sorry for today.”

“Do you want to share with me?

Harry runs a hand through his hair. Y/N notices she’s propped up against something, maybe a lamp on the nightstand, as she can see both his hands picking at the ends of a t-shirt in his hand. It’s a faded blue, and Y/N recognizes it as a shirt of hers from Uni. She had no idea he snuck that in.

He needed a piece of her with him as well.

“It was a shitty day,” he breathes out. “I was ready to pull out of this deal because they weren’t respecting our requests. They wanted to go for the cheaper cost, but how we run our business is important, and while I was ready to jump ship, Mitch talked me down. We were there all day until we came to a compromise. I felt drained when I got back to the hotel. I laid on the bed to sleep a bit, having set an alarm, but I slept through it. Called you as soon as I woke up.”

Y/N’s heart deflates, “you could have called me later. I would have understood.”

“I already disappointed you. It couldn’t wait,” Harry tells her.

“Thank you for apologizing.” Y/N watches Harry; he looks tired, but knowing him, he won’t hang up first. Y/N isn’t quite ready to let him go. He looks so good, his hair a mess, his swallow peeking under his shirt. Y/N misses the feel of his hands on her body. Misses the way he smells. Misses his hand in her hair. Y/N was lovesick. “It happens. Sure, I was disappointed, but I figured something happened. Long distance, I don’t know how people do it.”

“For love.”

“Then you’re lucky I love you.”

“The luckiest,” he agrees.

Harry tells her a story about Sarah, how she’s checked in on him, reminding him to finish all his work quickly because he’s got someone waiting at home now. He tells her a story about his sister and how she recently got a new dog. It was so small, and little Pixie fell asleep in his arms. It seemed convincing him he needed a pet would be easier than she had imagined.

As Harry tells her story after story, she feels overwhelmed with emotion. She misses him so much, but she also misses his touch. They’ve taken their relationship slowly. Y/N is not one to jump in right away because of past experiences, and Harry has taken that in stride. Y/N is waiting for him to come home so that he can love on her how they both deserve, but right now, Y/N knows just the thing to take the edge off for both of them.

“I’ve missed you. Missed how you’ve taken care of me,” Y/N breathes out.

Harry picks up on her change of tone. “Yeah, Beauty. Need me in between your legs to relax. Work keeps you busy. All you want is to be taken care of. Daddy can help with that.”

Y/N whimpers. Daddy is not something they ever discussed, but at this moment, it’s everything she needs. “I want Daddy to take care of me. Need it. Crave it.”

Harry sighs, his cock swelling when hearing his beautiful girlfriend call him Daddy. He makes a mental note to talk about it tomorrow after they both have a good night’s rest.

“Only a few more days, Baby.” Harry reminded her. “I promise to take care of you until you push me away until you can’t take it anymore.”

“What would you do to me?”

He had no idea this was where their phone call would lead, but fuck he’s ready.

Y/N bites her bottom lip as she waits to hear what he says.

“I’d lay you back on the bed, prop a pillow under your hips just how my Baby likes it. Spread your legs open, and I’ll see how wet you are waiting for me to touch you except, you know me, Beauty. I love to take my time,” he smirked when he saw her close her eyes, a deep sigh leaving her pouty lips. “I know you’re lying in my bed. Surrounded by my smell, I know you are soaked. I imagine you wearing pretty panties, maybe the yellow ones with bows on your hips.”

“What if I told you I don’t have any on?”

Harry bites back a groan. “I’d ask you to show me your pretty pussy.”

Y/N shakes her head, not one to easily give in.

“I’d kiss your pretty thighs. I love it when you smother me between them as I lick you clean. Fuck,” he looks away for a second, and Y/N can only imagine what he’s doing. “I’m fucking hard thinking about you. Thinking about tasting you. How sweet you taste, I swear I’ve never had anything sweeter, Baby.”

“D-d-daddy!” She pleads.

“I’d kiss right over your clit before licking you clean. You’re a messy girl. You can’t help it, baby, but that is why Daddy is here to help.”

“Need more.”

Harry smirked; he knew Y/N was touching herself. He swears he can see how she moves her fingers in and out of herself. She’s so slick, and he knows he’d slip right in if he was home. “Baby, I would lick you until I felt satisfied, then I’d slowly trace two fingers around you. Start by pumping one in and out until you’d beg me for another. I know you can take it. You’re always such a good girl.”

“It’s not enough,” she cries. Harry sees her hand moving, and fuck, he wants her to move the screen down, but he can’t seem to take his eyes away from her face. The desire coursing through her, and sees her trembling, uneasy breaths and knows she’s close to coming for him.

“Daddy would give you everything you asked for, anything and everything.” Harry pumps his hand over his cock. “I’d keep going, curl my fingers in deep, letting your legs trap me in between your thighs. I’d suck your clit over and over again until you scream my name.”

“Fuck!” Y/N shouts. “Harry,” she repeats as she takes herself over the edge.

“My sweet angel, you look so perfect coming for me. The sweetest sight. Wish I was there to lick your fingers clean. No need to waste something so yummy.” Y/N deflates a shy smile now on her face as what happened begins to set in.

Y/N laughs. “Did that just happen?”

“The come on my stomach is answer enough.” He teases.

Y/N groans, “fuck me, Harry.”

“Just say when.” He’s tempted to jump on a flight home, but a few more days is all he needs to wait.

The sweet look on Y/N’s face keeps him calm until he is back in her arms. Y/N is close to falling asleep; he can see how relaxed she is, and he hates having to hang up.

“I love you, honey,” she reminds him. “Hurry back, please.”

“Hold on tight, Beauty. I’ll be home soon.” He blows her a kiss. “I love you.”

Those three words lull her to sleep.

Harry was finally home. He had been gone for three weeks, but it had felt like months. He ensured all his bags were packed and drove to Y/N’s apartment.

He finds a parking space right in front. Harry excitedly makes his way upstairs. He knocks, knowing she has to be home, but after a few minutes of no answer, he realizes she’s not home. Heading outside, he checks if her car is parked but finds nothing. Instead, he calls her. She answers on the second ring.

“Hiya, honey,” she greets him cheerfully.

“Beauty, I love hearing your voice.”

“You sap.” He knows she’s flustered.

“Are you home?”

Y/N sighs on the line. “Hannah called out sick, and everyone needed me. Got a few more hours left. Are you all set to arrive tomorrow?”

Harry frowns; he had told her when he was coming in. She must have been too busy to even look at the date. Instead of correcting her, he promises to see her tomorrow. Harry tells her he loves her, waits for her to say it back, hangs up, and decides to prepare a special evening for her.

He drives to the store and picks up the essentials. Orange wine (Y/N’s favorite) decides on ingredients for a pesto pasta that Y/N and he made a few days before he left, and both loved it. Harry rushes home and is pleased to find Y/N’s slippers by the door, meaning she will return here later. It’s a sign she had told him early on that if they’re by the door, it’s the first thing she wants to slip on. If they’re in the entrance closet, then it means she’s tidied up her items for him.

Home.

He was home, and soon, Y/N would be too. While away, it was nice to reunite with his family. His mum and sister told him to visit more, which he would do in the summer with Y/N. Work was work, and while he loved it, this trip kept him away from his Beauty for too long. Harry spent the next few hours doing his laundry, quickly showering, and preparing everything for a bath. Y/N loved lying there soaking up the heat and the smell of her bath bombs.

As Harry stirred the pasta, the smell of pesto filled the room. He hums in delight as he hears the ring of the dryer where he had put Y/N’s blanket to warm to keep her nice and toasty after dinner.

The front door opens. Harry quickly turns off the stove and lets the pasta sit while he waits for Y/N to greet him. He leans the kitchen entrance, staring at Y/N as she slips off her Mary Jane’s and throws her coat on the couch.

Y/N walks by Harry, standing by the kitchen door. “Hi, honey,” she greets and walks by him. It seems she’s running on autopilot, not seeming to process he is back home. Y/N freezes in her tracks, turns around, and stares at Harry. He flashes her his dimpled smile, she had confessed it made her weak in the knees. “You’re home,” she whispers.

He nods. “I’m home.”

“You’re home,” she repeats.

Y/N runs into his waiting arms. He holds her tight, spinning her around as she presses kisses to the column of his neck. He sets her down, his heart close to beating out of his chest.

Harry squeezes her hips. Y/N is smiling up at him, and he feels like the luckiest man alive. Harry leans in, connecting their lips together. Her sweet lips welcomed him, and it was a feeling he never wanted to go without. The kiss has filled him up with so much love and longing. Harry promises to never go this long without Y/N by his side. He wasn’t made to miss her. He was made to stay by her side and love her. Y/N presses against him, making Harry stumble into the wall, but neither seems to mind being too lost in the kiss. Y/N knows she needs to breathe but finds it incredibly difficult to tear herself away. Harry does it for her but doesn’t go far. His lips brush against hers as they take in a deep breath. “I love you.”

He kisses her again.

“I love you too. So much. I love you. I’ll say it forever.”

Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, and Harry knows she wants another kiss. He happily obliges. “Missed you. Missed you so much,” he mutters against her lips.

“Don’t leave again.”

“Never again,” he promises. “Taking you wherever I go.”

They spent a few more minutes holding each other, whispering “I love you” every few seconds. Y/N’s heart is back home, and she couldn’t be happier. Harry gives her butt a few taps promising they could continue later, but he was going to set her up for a bath. Y/N pouts, “I’m supposed to take care of you. You just got home.”

He frowns in response, pinching her butt and making her jump into him. “You’re my baby. My sweet angel. I will always look after you.” Harry sees Y/N begin to melt, and he knows she’s giving in. “We’re starting with a bath, then having some pasta for dinner. Then we’ll go watch some telly in bed.”

“I love you” is her only response.

With a final kiss, Harry sends her off to get clothes in the bedroom while he prepares the bath. Y/N is happy to have Harry at home.

Y/N and Harry spent the night enjoying each other’s company. After dinner, they crawl into bed and hold each other tight. Y/N was independent, and she had been from a young age. She’d go to the movies alone, watching a new film. She’d go into the market alone for a quick snack while her brother always requested company. Y/N was comfortable with her own company. She liked who she was when she was with others but also when she was alone.

Her partnership with Harry is something that surprised her. Her family always joked that she was high maintenance and that no one could lock her down because she was a free bird. Yet, she knew he was different from the moment she met Harry. Y/N was ready to walk away from him, but there was something special in Harry that she knew giving him a second chance would not be something she regretted.

Y/N liked who she was when she was with Harry because he made her shine more than she did on her own. Harry always liked to tell her that all eyes turned to look at her when she walked into any room. Y/N didn’t believe it was accurate, but she was glad she captured his attention.

In the morning, Y/N wakes up against Harry. Not a single space between them. Y/N laughed to herself because they drifted away most of the time. Harry always ran hot and slowly pushed away the covers while Y/N hugged them closer. Although they would always be touching each other. A hand on his stomach, one wrapped in her hair, or their legs intertwined. Yet, they managed to hold each other through the entire night; clearly, they both needed it.

Y/N looked at the time and sighed. She had to prepare for work. She was tempted to call out but knew Hannah would still be out. She was careful to move away from Harry, wanting him to sleep in as much as he could when he gripped the end of her (his) shirt. “Stay,” he mumbled.

Y/N sighed and ran her hand through his messy hair. “I’ve got to go in. If I skip lunch today, I can be out by one. Hmmm, I’ll do a half day,” Y/N compromised. “How does that sound?”

“Like I’ll miss you.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll see you at one.”

“Love you, come give me a kiss goodbye.”

Y/N leans down, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I will.”

After a long kiss in bed, Y/N was on her way to work. Y/N thought of the man waiting for her at home, and she knew tonight would be special.

Y/N’s promise to be out early was a bust as they had a new contract, and Y/N knew it was the priority. With a quick call apologizing to Harry, she quickly returned to running around the office. She had to talk to planners and directions. Thankfully, her assistant Kacey, who was becoming a quick learner the more time she spent by Y/N’s side. It made Y/N’s job go a lot smoother.

“You can go home now, Kacey.” Y/N knew they should have left an hour ago, but she was swarmed with papers. She hoped Hannah was feeling better. Y/N could run this all on her own but did not want to.

“Ms. Y/N, we’ve got paperwork to send in,” the young girl responded.

Y/N waved her in. She looked over, and it was a few signatures and two emails to send off about what they could provide for the upcoming Gala at the start of Summer. “It’s a Friday night. Please go out and enjoy it.”

Kacey stares at Y/N with a pensive look, and Y/N knows the girl will not be leaving without her.

“Fine. You email Mr. Cameron, letting him know he’ll be contacted on Monday with all they have planned for him. Then, from there, they’ll decide on a meeting time. I’ll manage Mrs. Cash’s change of theme. Twenty minutes?”

“More than enough.”

In record time, Y/N signs away one contract and makes a note to have their lawyer team revise the second. The email quickly gets done, and Y/N shuts down her computer. She won’t be back in until Tuesday, having requested a long weekend, weeks back when Harry told her the date he would be returning home.

Kacey is slipping her coat on when Y/N turns to face her. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Y/N and Kacey walk out of the office together, making small talk as they walk to their cars.

Kacey is telling Y/N about her weekend plans. “My girlfriend is taking me to see Hamilton.”

“How lovely,” Y/N loves the soundtrack. “I fear I know all the words yet have never seen the actual play,” Y/N confesses.

“I’ll let you know if it’s any good.”

They both know it will be.

Stopping in front of Y/N’s car, Kacey asks Y/N what she will do.

“Harry came back last night, simply spending time together. Opening up whatever gift he got me,” Y/N jokes but knows he has to have accumulated more than a few while away from her.

“Lovely, I’m surprised you came in,” Kacey shares honestly.

“Hannah being out was bad. We couldn’t make it two.”

“That’s true. I’ve heard stories about Mr. Styles and you,” Kacey shares timidly. “All good things,” she’s quick to add. “Everyone thinks you’re a lovely pair.”

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up. “Thank you. I’m fortunate.”

Kacey bids her goodbye. “Ms. Y/N,” Kacey calls out, making Y/N turn back to look at her assistant. “Think he’s the lucky one.”

For that alone, Y/N will make sure Kacey takes Monday off, too. No need for an assistant if the boss is out.

The drive to Harry’s house is calm for a late Friday night. The sun has set, and Y/N is ready to be in his arms again. She parks outside the garage and hurries inside. It’s a surprisingly lovely night for the end of Winter. She hangs her bag and slips on her brown teddy bear slippers, walking through the house trying to spot Harry. He knew she was coming home, the oven light on with what she assumed was their dinner. She can worry about food later. She wants a hug from her boyfriend.

Y/N spots the porch light on and approaches the French doors. She spots Harry lying on a large blanket, a few pillows thrown around him. He has a book on his chest and a mug by his head. She pictured doing this with him in the summer, but it's perfect on a nice night like tonight.

“Honey, I’m home.”

He sits up in a rush, the book falls to the grass, forgotten, and he reaches his hands out for her. “Beauty, hi.”

Y/N giggles as he pulls her to sit in his lap. His lips quick to meet hers, he kisses her as if she had been the one to be gone for three weeks and not a few hours. She moans against him as he slips his tongue in. Y/N, eager for more, pushes him back to lie on his back. Y/N breaks away to press kisses against his neck. Harry hisses as Y/N bites into his neck, but Y/N is quick to soothe it with a quick lick.

“Welcome home,” he pants.

Y/N shakes her head, giving him a final kiss before getting comfortable next to him. They look up at the sky together, and Y/N wonders if other lovers are looking up at the same sky at this very moment.

“Do you think aliens exist?” Y/N asks while she traces the constellations she sees on his chest.

“Probably. This world is too large to be just us.”

Y/N nods, “Do you think Gods exist?”

“Like Poseidon?”

“He’s one of them.”

Harry ponders this for a second, he kisses the top of her head. “I-I hmmm… I’m not sure how to answer. I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of it.”

“Eros is the son of Aphrodite, and his job is to help make love happen. Do you think he was a part of our story? Or was it simply fate?” Y/N isn’t sure what made her bring up this topic now, but she wants to know what Harry thinks. “We have all these ancient stories. We look up at constellations, and we know their stories. Many people will think of them simply as stories, but what if they were real people with real feelings, just like us.”

Y/N moves around until she’s sitting on his thighs, and he moves into a sitting position with his hands resting on her ass. “I think we all have the choice to believe. Believe that there is something beyond us looking out for us, but some believe they make their own future. I like to think all my roads led to you.”

“Cheesy,” Y/N rolls her eyes, but he can see she’s flustered.

“Whether Cupid struck me with an arrow or fate had set me on a course to you from the moment I was born, it led us here, loving each other wholeheartedly.”

“I love you, Harry Styles.” Y/N fists his shirt. “I hope to love you in every single lifetime.”

“Our love is beyond us. It’s bigger than us.”

Y/N is feeling overwhelmed. All her love was pouring out of her chest, and she could no longer express it. She did the next best thing and kissed him. Y/N feels time stop; her heart rate speeds up, but she only feels Harry. It’s as if they’re the only two people to exist. His hands tug her closer, Y/N sighs into his mouth, loving the closeness. She missed someone holding her while he was away, and now that he’s here, she no longer wants anything between them.

Y/N rocks on top of him. She moves in a steady rhythm, enjoying the feeling of having him so close.

“Beauty,” Harry moans.

“Mhm…”

“What are–”

She interrupts him. “Make love to me.” Y/N places a soft kiss on his lips.

Harry and Y/N had taken their relationship slow. They had to after the bad start because of Harry. He promised to be patient and understanding and had gone above and beyond. While they’ve given each other their fair share of orgasms, Harry is giving her much more. They never went beyond that. She could no longer wait, not when she loved and needed all of him. She felt like a part of her had gone missing with him gone for so long, but now she feels whole again.

“Make love to me,” she repeats, staring into his eyes.

“Anything you want, Beauty. I’ll give you.” Harry brushes her hair out of her face, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Only want you.”

“You have me,” he promises.

Harry and Y/N walk into the house, kissing against every wall. Y/N laughs as he bumps her against the railing of the stairs. Harry gives her ass a nice smack. “Head on up, sweet girl.”

Y/N hurries to his bedroom while Harry gets water for both of them. When he gets to the bedroom, he finds Y/N sitting in the middle of the bed in her panties and bra. There is no mistaking what is happening tonight.

Harry stands at the edge of the bed and beckons Y/N to come closer. She does so quickly, sitting back on the heel of her feet.

“You sure about this, Y/N?” Harry checks in, needing to know where her head is at.

“Yes, Harry. I think I’ve made you wait long enough.”

Harry shakes his head. “Y/N, Beauty. Do not worry about me. I will wait forever for you. You have to know that,” he expresses. “You’re worth the wait. I would never dare push you, Beauty. Not for my own pleasure.”

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in tight for a hug. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

Harry kisses her cheek. “I love you, baby.”

She leaned back to look at him, needing him to understand that she did want this. She wants everything with him. “Make love to me, Harry. Show me how good you can take care of me.”

Harry runs his hands up and down her arms. He sees goosebumps all over her body as he places light kisses up her neck. His hand caressed her shoulders while the kisses spread to her jaw, the anticipation eating her alive.

He kissed all the way up to her lips. As their lips met, she felt electricity shoot through her; his soft tongue parted her mouth and met hers. His hands now found home on her lower back, and he pulled her tight against his chest. The kiss deepened, and Harry began to lay her back. Y/N quickly accommodated, landing on the pillows and pulling Harry to land on top of her.

Harry’s hand reached her hip, caressing down her thigh. Y/N trembled, feeling his touch. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s beating fast, a nice reminder that she’s not the only one nervous. Their lips separated, and he looked into her eyes. Staring back at him, she nodded for him to continue.

Y/N had helped by removing most of her clothes, but she left her bra and panties for Harry. He traced a finger lightly over the top of her breast. Y/N pushed her chest out, begging for more, but he continued to take his time. Y/N pushed him to sit up, and she followed shortly after. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and he lifted it over his arms and head. She peeled it from his body and threw it onto the bedroom floor. Harry reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Y/N let the straps fall from her shoulders, the bra falling onto the bed, long forgotten. Y/N felt her face flush as she bared herself to him. She grinned as he took her in.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

“Stop it.”

Harry laughs, beckoning her over with a finger. “Come here.”

They’re both kneeling on the bed, his hands on her hips. She puts her arms around his neck, and their chests pressed against one another. Her hands found their way to his shorts, but she made no move to take them off; instead, she stared down at his bulge. She wanted a taste, as always, but he laid her down before she could move down. Her nipples were hard, calling for his attention. He took one in his mouth and sucked gently, then took a slight nibble. Y/N gasped, her hand falling on his shoulder, her nails putting pressure as he moved to do the same to the other one. Y/N’s moans filled the room as Harry focused on her breast; his hand moved down to rub her through her panties.

“Harry, please,” she begged.

He smirked, grabbing the elastic running around her waist. Y/N lifted her hips as he slid the panties off. He threw them on the floor and took in Y/N’s beautiful body. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, but one place was calling his name.

Harry gives Y/N a deep kiss on her lips and moves down her body. A kiss between her breasts, a trail of kisses down her stomach, a gentle kiss on her tattoo, down to her hips. He took a nip off her thighs before slowly beginning to lick Y/N’s pussy. He started slowly, letting Y/N get used to his tongue as he cleaned her up. Y/N’s moan got louder the more he kissed and sucked her juices.

“Fuck, Harry. Please,” she pleaded. “I need more.”

He knew exactly what she needed. Harry slipped a finger inside, moving it in and out as she got accustomed quickly, asking for a second. He was quick to comply, feeling her tense around him. To help her reach her orgasm, he sucked on her clit and curled his fingers, moving them in and out.

Y/N moaned, her thighs tensing around Harry as she came around his fingers. He places gentle kisses on her hips as Y/N comes down from her high. Y/N laughs, running a hand through his curls. “You’re amazing.”

He grins, slowly pulling his fingers out of her. He licks them clean while Y/N watches. Once he’s done, Y/N pulls him in for a kiss, not caring about the taste, simply needing him.

She reaches out for him, “your turn.”

Harry sighs, “Not tonight, baby.”

Y/N pouts. “Please?”

“Promise I’m more than ready. I need to feel you. I want to be close to you.”

Y/N couldn’t say no to that.

Harry discards his shorts and pumps himself spreading his precum over his cock. Y/N moans at the sight in front of her. Harry has always been beautiful, but he looked eternal right now. She can see how thick he is and can’t wait to make love to him. Y/N knows she’s ready for him. He rolled toward the nightstand and reached into the drawer. He pulled out a condom, but Y/N went to stop him before he could open it.

“I’m clean,” she breathed out.

“Y/N,” he starts, but she interrupts him.

“I want it. I’m on birth control. If you want the condom, we can, but this is what I want.” Y/N expressed. “What you want matters too.”

Harry was clean, he had his check-ups, and he was good. There was something so comforting about having the choice together, but his answer was clear: he wanted to feel all of her with nothing in between.

He tossed the condom away. “I’m clean, Beauty. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Y/N laid back down, and Harry positioned himself between her legs. After a silent conversation to check she was okay, he slowly slid inside. He pushed through, and Y/N let out a deep moan. He lowered his body onto hers and held her. He slowly pushed in until the rest of his cock was inside. He stilled, letting Y/N get used to the fullness. Y/N was wet, making it easy for him to pull out and slide back in, but he went in small steps to not overwhelm Y/N.

“I’m ready. Give me more.”

With the okay, he began to thrust in and out, her moans getting louder and longer. It felt so good being this close. Y/N was overwhelmed, but this was everything she wanted. She began to lift her hips into his thrusts, ramming her clit into the hilt of his cock. They rocked together, on and, for what felt like hours.

“Fuck, baby. You were made for me,” he groaned. “My perfect angel.”

Rocking against his every thrust, she ran her nails down his back as he moved faster. She was close to coming. Y/N told him she needed more, just a bit more; he knew exactly what to do as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She could not contain the shouts and moans as her orgasm rushed through her.

Y/N screamed his name over and over as the feeling of pleasure rushed through her. As Y/N was coming down from the high, she could feel how hard Harry was still and knew they weren’t done. Not that she wanted to be.

She sat up with his help, grabbed his shoulders, and guided him down onto his back. Y/N climbed onto him and straddled his cock. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy. He slipped in slowly as Y/N took him all in again. She rocked her hips back and forth once she settled on top of him. His hands reached up to rest on her hips. Y/N’s moans urged him to keep going.

“So pretty, rocking on my fucking cock.”

“Harry,” she cried.

Her moans were perfect. Everything he wished for and more.

“Fucking perfect. This cock is all yours. Yours to fuck.”

Harry was filthy in bed, everything she fucking wanted. Yes, it started sweet and romantic, his touches were still gentle and filled with love, but he was fucking her and loving her. Y/N let Harry rock her up and down, allowing him to use her body for his release. Y/N knew no matter what he did, she was going to come with him. Harry helped Y/N lift herself up and down on his cock. Y/N’s eyes were closed, and she moaned softly each time she rocked all the way back.

“So close, baby. So fucking close to coming in you.”

“Fill me up,” she breathed.

Harry felt himself tightening. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He was going to come in Y/N; he was going to fill her up. Y/N kissed him. It was hot, their tongues fighting for dominance, he easily let her win as his hands tangled in her hair, and he fucked into her pushing her to her final orgasm of the night. Harry groaned against her mouth as he let himself go against her walls. Y/N sighed against him as her orgasm ran through her like a wave. She felt light and in love. Y/N had made him wait to be ready, but she knew it was worth it.

He valued her as a person. Her opinions meant something to him. Y/N knew he loved her for who she was as a person, not only her looks.

Y/N parted their lips but didn’t move away. “I love you, Harry. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Harry laughed against her, his cheeks flushed at her gentle words. He squeezed her tight to his chest, kissing her wherever he could: her cheek, neck, shoulder, and lips. “I love love you.”

They held each other, letting warmth wash over them, whispering “I love you” and sweet promises of the future together. It’s everything they wanted and more.

After Harry helped her clean up and took a steaming hot shower together, they settled under the covers, ready to call it a night. Harry had put the TV on, knowing Y/N liked having background noise to fall asleep to, but she wasn’t sleeping. She was content to watch time go by. Harry traced shapes on her bare stomach while she tried to bite back a giggle, though one escaped every few minutes. Her nipples were hard, and if Harry kept going, he would be getting her ready for another round.

“Are you ready for the Gala season?” Y/N asked. “We’ve got the last weeks of winter before you have to share my time.”

“Not going to happen,” he kissed her bare shoulder. “Speaking off, you’ve got dresses arriving from Paris in a few weeks. Called in a few favors, your favorite designers only. A special piece from Daniel Roseberry. I know Schiaparelli is your favorite.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Y/N teased, knowing it was no use fighting against him. It was one of the ways he showed he loved her. There was no stopping him. Plus, this would be something she treasured. She’d look after these dresses, hoping one day to pass them down to the generations in her family.

“Love me?” Harry smiled.

Loving him is the easiest thing she will ever do in life.

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the major takeaway from last night is that Karl Lagerfeld was more of a personality than a designer and that Yves Saint Laurent was the clear winner of that rivalry.

For those who aren’t familiar, Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent were both fashion wunderkinds who emerged in the late 1950s, both appointed heads of major brands at the same time, and had very intense rivalry. Yves Saint Laurent took over Dior after the passing of Christian Dior, helped cement the brand as a major player in fashion, and then after a disastrous stint being drafted into the French army, built his own fashion brand that went down in history with its unique and diverse and always evolving looks.

Karl was always kind of behind Yves. He designed for a lot of major fashion brands, and managed to establish himself at the top of the game at Chloé, but he didn’t get his full on legendary status until he took over Chanel in 1983. This history of the Chanel brand was already pretty frought, with Coco Chanel modernizing and defining the fashion of the 1920s and 30s, but being forced to shut down during World War 2, during which she collaborated with the Nazis. Behind the Bastards did a pretty great two episodes on her. When the brand returned in the 60s, fashion had changed tremendously. Dior, Givenchy, Balenciaga, and Balmain had all taken over mid-century fashion, and now that aesthetic was being taken over by mod, the miniskirt, and the likes of Mary Quant, Pierre Cardin, and Paco Rabanne. So when Chanel came back it was largely seen as a stuffy old lady brand, which it remained until Karl took it over.

Now, this is where Karl actually did something really impressive that you honestly can’t take away from him: he took a fashion house in severe decline, one that had been in its flop era for literal decades, and he made it hip again, while still managing to stay true to the ethos that Coco Chanel had laid out.

Chanel is clean, minimalistic, and classy. It is easy to wear, effortless, and always extremely glamorous, which is what made it so iconic in the 20s and 30s. Given that the 50s and 60s were all about making a fucking effort, the thing that the brand managed to keep doing well was its suits. You know what kind of suits I’m talking about. Tweed jackets and midi skirts, neat tailoring, delicate pastel colors, pearls and camellias and chains. It’s not so much that it was edgy and exciting but it was expensive and it was *Chanel* and people wore it for the status symbol alone. That is what Karl took advantage of and managed to re-invent.

That sort of aesthetic fit perfectly into the you-can-never-be-too-rich-or-too-skinny 80s, when wearing status symbol clothing was everything.

Then, in the 90s, he managed to keep things exciting by following exactly what was on-trend at the time and incorporating elements of street wear and hip-hop.

However, after that, he kind of lost his edge and just rested on “it’s Chanel” rather than actually pushing the fashion envelope. By the time he died in 2019, he was a fucking dinosaur and fashion had long since moved past him. The thing that he was ultimately most well known for was his own very distinctive look and flamboyant personality.

Before I ever started studying fashion, I knew who Karl was because I’d seen him so many times, and I’d seen parodies of him so many times. I knew *him* but I didn’t really know his work. And I think having an incredibly boring Met Gala dedicated to him reveals that: his actual artistic legacy is skinnier than the models he used to berate. Karl Lagerfeld built his brand on his diva personality, and that sort of personality and outlook just isn’t hip anymore. Fashion is always about moving forward, and Lagerfeld’s beliefs should remain fossilized in the past.

#Karl Lagerfeld #Met Gala

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dulcewrites · 6 months

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ewan in the saltburn trailer is j sooo giving private school filthy rich aemond i love it

AND YES HE NEEDS HIS POC GF

I have been feeling…. less than inspired lately about hotd tbh but hopefully this will spark something. I know no one asked for this lol. This was inspired by Beyoncé’s Upgrade U. Honestly, I don't think Aemond would be much of a loser in a modern setting. He would be far too elusive and people would find him interesting simply based on that. But I am combining/changing some lore here so he is a #loser in this like I am assuming Ewan's character is Saltburn is.

Upgrade You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x rich!reader (wc: 2k)

Summary: You have always enjoyed having a project to build or fix up and Aemond Targaryen is no different

You flick a spoolie brush over your brows as you finished up your makeup. The lights from your vanity mirror illuminating you as you put the last touches on your face.

"I don't get it," Melanie sighed as she hugged one of your pillows to her chest. She sat crossed legged on your California king bed. "You're like the smartest person I know. Why do you need to be tutored?"

"Everyone can improve themselves, no matter what someone's specialty may be. Remember that."

Melanie nodded enthusiastically. Sweet girl, you think. A little daft at times but nothing some time under your guidance cannot fix.

She tilts her head curiously. "You are pretty dressed up for a library meeting too."

"Another lesson," you fluff your curls then turn from the mirror to her. "Do not let anyone tell you that you are overdressed. Does the library have a dress code?"

Melanie shakes her head slowly.

"So, who is going to tell me to change?"

"... No one?"

"Exactly."

Melanie chews on her lip in thought as if she is taking mental notes in her head. Though she is not wrong you are quite dressed up just to be studying. But your advice was also not wrong; any moment to be noticed should be taken and made the most of. If are to come into contact with any of your peers, why not make the best impression possible. You also do not have in it in you to tell your new pupil about the real reason as to why you were making this little trip. Best move through life with your cards close to your chest as your mother tells you. You can only imagine how wide Melanie's hazel eyes would get if you told her what you had up your sleeve.

Much like how you help the girls around you cultivate their futures, you must look out for your own as well. Your phone dings, and you smile when you check the notification.

Aemond Targaryen.

Archaic, some would say. Sending the feminist movement back 50 years, many could argue. Being realistic is more how you would put it. You have money, sure. Your parents have afforded you all the opportunities they wanted you to have, and for that you are grateful. But you are not naive; this is still very much a man's world. No matter how much money you have, there will be people who will look at you and hate you for having the gall to want more. For having ideas and wanting to express them. For looking the way, you do - for using the way you look against them.

You may not be able to have a seat at the table... but you can have someone build another for you.

Your family may have resources and money. But they do not have 'my father can use company family buy his way into politics; my mom has ancestry that traces back to French royalty' reach.

Luckily for you, there is someone who does have that access.

A little rough around the edges, but nothing some TLC cannot fix. It was one of your best traits: finding the diamonds in the rough and polishing them off so they shine brighter than before.

You go over to your closet and open the double doors. As your eyes search over the different handbags, you call out back to Melanie.

"Watercolor Dior saddle or creme Bottega Jodie?"

"Dior," she calls back.

You check yourself in the mirror before existing the closet.

"Well," you twirl for Melanie. You run hand over your midi turtleneck dress. You knee length boots clanked around as you moved in a circle.

"Perfect," she beams.

She sees you out to your car. With the window rolled down, she waves you off like a mother seeing their child off for kindergarten.

"Happy studying!"

Sweet and simple, just how you like em.

———

You always thought the best thing about Oxford was how it looked in the fall. The leaves begun to change, sprite green to a blend of red, orange, purple, and brown. Made the most picturesque background. But it seemed like how gently the leaves fell from the trees was the only thing that was coming easily.

Maybe it was naivety on your part, but you thought when you showed up in four-inch patent leather Aquazzura heels and literally no books, Aemond would have got the hint. And yet, here you were talking about the components of stockholder’s equity, as if you cared.

"So," you interrupt him mid rant. "Any fun plans for Winter break? I know it is a while away, but everyone is already taking about what they are doing."

He wrinkles his nose, his glasses being pushes up in the process. "Probably just dinner with the family."

Right. The compound. At least that is what the Targaryen main home looks like. You of course needed to your research.

"Well, there is this crazy Christmas that happens before everyone leaves," you shuffle closer to him, and you hope he gets a whiff of your perfume. "Maybe we can go together?"

Aemond snorts and looks down bit sheepishly. "Highly doubt, I am invited."

You fight the urge to sigh wistfully. Cute, smart, wealthy as fuck... and apparently awfully insecure. Everyone throwing the party should be falling at their knees to have him around. But you have since understood during your time at Oxford that many students here do not understand the opportunities in front of them.

If Aemond had any real confidence, he'd say fuck it because he could buy everyone going if he wanted to. They ignore him because he allows them to. And then you realize he is one of those people; the delusional 'I want to get by on my merit not my name' kind of people.

Oh sweet, silly boy.

"That doesn't matter," you wave him off. "Besides, if anyone says anything, you can just say you're with me. Consider it a thank you for doing this for me."

You let your hand slip on his thigh and squeeze slightly.

"Better yet, let's call it a date."

Rhaenyra would think for the amount of money her family has; they would be able to afford stronger liquor. But she has a feeling that it has nothing to do with money, and more about the 'champagne only' rule Alicent liked.

The expansive backyard was decorated impeccably, as it always is for the annual holiday party that they throw. Twinkly lights in the trees, red and green everywhere, and even a frankly nouveau riche ice sculpture. The affair was black tie, and Rhaenyra could feel the eyes of some guess when she showed up in a red fitted suit. Taking small sips from her glass, she looks around the area. She swears the more years go on, the less she recognizes who is invited to things like this.

"Don't tell me step-mommy has put you in timeout."

She rolls her eyes when she hears a familiar voice. Daemon comes to stand next to her, with a small glass in his hand.

"No, you fucker," Rhaenyra then frowns. "Where did you get the scotch?"

"Why do you think I am in timeout?"

Her uncle always found a way around the rules. Rhaenyra blows air out of her cheeks in annoyance. She looks down at her watch; another rule is that they were required to stay at 2 hours. Only 45 minutes has passed since she arrived.

"Heard you are going to the company retreat this year," Daemon downs the rest of the drink and winces at the burning.

"Someone has to represent the family with dad," she shrugs, a small amount of smugness seeping into her tone. "He asked me to go."

"Hmmm," Daemon smirks at her smugness. "You and Aemond."

Rhaenyra blinks confused. "What?"

"Yup," he leans against the wall. "I suppose Viserys found a new muse."

Rhaenyra snorts at his words but then licks her lips nervously. It sounds cruel to think, but it was never something she ever really worried about - her father preferring her siblings over her. At least not something she worried about in her adulthood. Sure, as a girl, newly off the passing of her mother, seeing her father marry a woman only six years her senior rattled her. Aegon being born shortly after only made things more tense. But, and to his own detriment really, Viserys had made sure she came first.

"I did not know Aemond had an interest in the company in the first place."

"He didn't," Daemon's mouth pinches a little. "Not until... recently."

Rhaenyra follows her uncle's gaze out to where Aemond was standing. He always managed to look more grow up than his sibling, more than Helaena and Aegon. A mimicry that Rhaenyra thinks he picked up from his mother, but something seemed different now.

New haircut, no glasses, new suit. Armani? No, Tom Ford. With a Cartier tie clip and sparking cuff links to match. He is surrounded by some of the lawyers that work at the company.

"Looks like university has done him well," Rhaenyra tries to sound as even keeled as possible. "Good for him."

"No," Daemon sounds bored with her strained pleasantries. "That is what pussy does someone who has never got any before."

Rhaenyra blanches. The last thing she wants to think about is her younger brother having sex. She sets her champagne down in disgust.

"Don't be gross."

Daemon huffs before directing his attention towards the other side of the courtyard. His eyes zero in on Alicent, who tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder as she laughs with a young woman. A pretty young woman.

"Only met this semester and managed to get a holiday party invite, and a seat next to mother dearest. She must some charmer."

"You know," Rhaenyra starts. "Not every woman that is around this family is some sort of ruthless social climber."

"Of course, not every woman. Only the smart ones."

She sighs. That was not just pointed at the girl, but at Alicent too. Even though Alicent grew up with an even cushier life than they did. A type of old money that even the Targaryens had to give credence to. Strangely enough, Daemon seemed to take Viserys remarrying worse than Rhaenyra did. Even Rhaenyra over the years has grown to accept the fate that is their blended family. Accepted it enough to be cordial, albeit sometimes still awkward, with Alicent. They have forever been bonded in having to deal with the moods that come with Viserys Targaryen. But Daemon... it seems like he has never forgiven his brother for the act of moving on. He seemed to only grow more jaded since the divorce from Laena.

"How do you even know this?"

"Aemond told Aegon who told Helaena who told Rhaena who told Baela who told me."

Rhaenyra breaks her gaze from the two women. "Keeping tabs on your nephew that you barely speak to?"

Daemon gave her an empty smile. Almost a little cruel like he would crush her like a bug if it would not so pitiful. "You naive little thing. When you figure things out, let me know."

Rhaenyra wants to ask him what he means by that, but Daemon pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to leave Rhaenyra alone.

Alone was a feeling she was used to. Rhaenyra often found solace in the loneliness that she found herself stuck in. If she did not find comfort in it, it would swallow her whole. Jaw unhinged and bloodthirsty.

Her eyes went back to the where Alicent and the girl were sitting, but Helaena seemed to replace the girl's place to speak with her mother. Instead of getting chummy with Alicent, the mystery woman had gone over to Aemond. Rhaenyra felt a little queasy watching them. Like watching two little dolls or those silly little cake toppers people get. Picture perfect like the stock photos that came in picture frames.

She shook her head at herself with an internal laugh. Here she was picking apart her baby brother's seemingly first real relationship; she was no better than Daemon if she did that. It was she told herself when she watched one of the wives of the company's lawyers come up to the girl and give her kiss on the cheek. Like they were old family friends.

Rhaenyra suddenly finds herself straightening out her jacket and her heels moving across the outdoor area. Might as well introduce herself... as a kind sister figure, of course.

She has a funny feeling she will be seeing this girl around more often.

#a reader fic? yeah I know lol #this is short but I got this idea #aemond getting the pretty woman treatment lmaoooo #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fic #hotd angst #black!reader

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russellsppttemplates · 20 days

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hello, I hope your good! I was just thinking about wedding planning with Charles or lando? Only if you want to!! thank you ☺️

Note: Hope you're well, too!

"C'mon baby, this is the last one for today, I promise", Lando offered before kissing your forehead, holding your hand as you walked towards the building.

Looking for a wedding venue was harder than you thought, and after many places today, you were still looking for somewhere to have your wedding reception that accommodated all your guests and met the criteria for the things you and Lando liked.

"Ladies first, beautiful", Lando smiled, opening the door and earning a giggle from you as you walked inside, with him following behind.

This one was big enough and already had the tables and chairs layout, the dark wood catching your eye as it was something you had seen in the inspiration pictures and loved.

There were lights hanging from the ceiling that would look prefect as the celebritions progressed and got closer to night time.

Lando watched you walk around slowly, taking in every detail. He noticed your smile when you looked up at the ceiling as you stood on the middle of the dance floor, looking around the whole room. He was sure it was a coincidence, but you had picked out a midi light blue dress today and, if he was being honest, he was imagining you in a white, longer version of it as you visited the venues.

Looking up at him, you gave him a big smile, "Lan, I really like this one", you smiled as he continued watching you, stepping closed to you and taking your hand so he could twirl you on the dance floor, "me too, baby", he whispered, imagining your first dance as husband and wife, "it has everything we've been looking for".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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hi, covey can you pls write a platonic nico x daughter of persephone where the daughter of persephone makes nico, hades, and persephone go see hadestown on broadway with her (also if u haven’t heard hadestown highly recommend amazing musical)

wait for me? / i will; platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb

content: platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb (ft. mom and dad - er, persephone and hades) warning: language but we keep it silly up in this bitch author's note: i dunno if i can even call this a blurb anymore- holy shit its so fucking long but i dont wanna call if a fic bc that feels like favoritism lmao also i haven't listened to the whole play bc i haven't been a theatre kid in many many years and im trying to leave that behind me as i go to college but i do remember absolutely loving the concept and a few of the songs!!

"everyone say 'hi' to the vlog!!" you cheered as you walked in front of you family, spinning the camera around to get you all in view. upon your parents request (demand), you all were dressed in your sunday best. suits, or the closest to a suit nico was willing to put on, midi-length dresses for the girls. all designer, as hades wouldn't be caught dead not in designer. zeus would mock him for eons. nico threw up a middle finger that persephone was slapping away, before turning the camera with a sugary sweet smile.

"hi vlog!" she cheered, wrinkling her nose, attempting to be suave and hip, but not really getting close as nico and you cringed slightly.

"hello vlog," hades added, which had you and nico wheezing and hades desperately asking his wife what was wrong with what he said.

"youre- youre so cordial," you managed to get through you giggles, pointing the camera at hades, who puffed his chest out with a roll of his eyes.

"that would be because i'm old, my sweet girl," he huffed and you beamed a smile at him, spinning the camera onto yourself as the four of you continued down the streets of new york city.

"he's not that old," you smirked, nico snorting next to you.

"anyways, we're off to see hadestown. mom and dad haven't seen it yet and have no idea what it's about. but will took you last week, right, nico?" you asked, leaning into nico's side so he'd be in view. he nodded his head, darting his eyes away at the mention of his boyfriend.

"yup."

"awww! he's getting all blushy!! im gonna tell will-"

"go to hell, y/n-"

"been there, done that. boring!"

"hey, watch it!" hades cut in, with a glare, which you responded wit ha roll of your eyes.

"stop distracting me, im trying to vlog," you huffed, turning your eyes back to the camera with a wide smile, "obvi i can't film inside, but i will take a pic and tally every time one of us cries and whoever cries the most picks what we have for dinner."

"wait, wait. my blossom, you didn't mention this one was sad?" hades hissed to his wife, who shrugged in uncertainty but patted his forearm comfortingly. you and nico shared a knowing glance, tiny smirks playing on your lips.

"okay, okay," you whispered to your camera, bending over in your seat to hide it from the watchful eyes of security despite the fact that it was intermission, "we've hit intermission and i've only cried, like, twice. nico, the rat bastard, managed to stay strong so far. mom's cried, what, four times?"

"nah, closer to five. remember? right at the beginning?" nico whispered and you nodded in agreement before turning to the camera, laughing as you struggled to get your words out.

"but dad, gods bless his heart, he's probably cried twice for every song-"

"no, no, he cried, like, four times, during 'come home with me'," corrected nico and you discreetly tried to hide your giggles with nico, the two of you leaning into each other before persephone reached over, smacking at their arms.

"knock it off. your father is a very sensitive man and you didn't warn him this play was about us. and so sweetly written too," persephone mused to the pair, sniffing near the end, causing you and nico to point over at her.

"that's another one! you're up to five, mom!" bit back nico, clearly proud of himself as persephone glared at the pair, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

"it's not like it matters much, your father will certainly lose- oh, welcome back, my darling, just in time," the queen of the underworld quickly changed her tune, beaming a smile as her husband returned with drinks and snacks.

he glanced at her suspiciously but let it go as he gently presented her with some fruity cocktail he knew she'd like without needing to ask. a blush flushed across her cheeks and hades was clearly proud of himself as he continued to pass out snacks. junior mints and licorice for nico, who took it with one hand while texting will with the other. you bit your lip, trying to zoom in with the camera and see what he was saying but nico caught on quick, shoving the camera away with a huff. then hades set bag of m&m's down in your lap before ripping open his own bag. instantly, you were leaning over to his seat and inspecting his bag, nawing gently at your lip as hades glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"yes, princess?" he asked and you shyly smiled at him.

"could i have some?" you asked and hades frowned, looking pointedly down at the ones that rested, untouched, in your lap.

"you have some."

"they're better from your bag," you gushed and hades melted instantly, pretending to grumble as he presented the bag to you, small cheers escaping your lips as you dug your fingers in. and hades smiled despite himself, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before reaching over and ruffling nico's hair just as the play was about to continue.

the vlog abruptly jumped to a shot of your little family standing outside the theatre in visible distress. nico had his head hung back, waving at his face, trying to avoid tears that he knew will would mock him for. persephone and you were actively clinging to each other, fully sobbing in the middle of new york, mutters and gasps about being doomed by the narrative and love somewhere among the sobs. hades was in shock, tears streaming down his face, and his hands clasped in front of his lips. how he managed to get shocked by a play he lived through, he had no idea. you detangled yourself from your mother, who instantly went to her husband, who welcomed her into his arms without a second thought. you picked up your camera, sniffling as you attempted a smile while holding a thumbs up but the happy effect was lost with the black mascara running down your cheeks.

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@/will.solace: awww he blushes when you mention my name 🤭

@/underworlds-favs: die and see if i blush then

@/underworlds-favs: do not use our shared account for your lovers quarrel - y/n

@/underworlds-favs: die and it won’t be a shared account anymore

@/user.1: why your mom kinda...😏🤭🤤😮‍💨

@/underworlds-favs: STOP THIRSTING FOR OUR PARENTS YALL ARE WEIRD KNOCK IT OFF

@/user.2: wait, wait- i need to know who lost and i want, like, full receipts of how many times you guys cried

@/underworlds-favs: in order from least to most: nico - 2, the perfect and stunning y/n - 6, mom - 7, and our emotional king, dad, cried a whopping 36 times 🤩🤩

@/underworlds-favs: do not use out shared account to spread your propaganda - nico

@/user.2: AINT NO WAY- 36 TIMES?????

@/underworlds-favs: i wish i was joking. we had some really good italian that night tho 🤘😋

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #nico di angelo #hadestown

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alastheswarmleaderhasescaped · 1 month

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BIONICLE music fans, I need your help

Remember that I once wrote a funky BIONICLE Suite using themes from multiple movies/games etc., for an assignment? If not, it's here:

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(here is the post on my dedicated music blog @transcriptions-of-unknown-music btw)

This suite is very dear to me: I scored top marks in my Arranging class with it, and later won a conducting audition with it. And now, in about a year or so, I will be getting the chance to perform it with a professional symphony orchestra. Like a full orchestra instead of the weird ensemble it was originally written for.

BUT

I need to reinstrumentate it, of course, but that also means that I can update it. The original assignment had a time limit of four minutes; this time I don't have that restriction, so I can basically do whatever the fuck I want.

And this is where I need the fandom's help.

I have a pretty solid base idea of what to do with it, but I want to put in as many nods to the width of BIONICLE as possible. The original suite was based on the music of the first three movies with motifs from mostly the MNOGs thrown in, because those are what mostly marked my personal BIONICLE experience, but BIONICLE is more than that. It's also the GBA games, the console games, the songs, the commercials, the online episodes, the later flash games, the Piraka rap, the singing squid, and so on. Which brings me to what I need you all for:

Please let me know your favourite BIONICLE music!

It could be literally anything; from an entire game soundtrack to just the drum rhythm during one specific section of a game. I'd love to know what BIONICLE music you love or is important to you!

What will I do with this information?

Currently I'm already working on gathering motifs and soundtracks into one musical book, transcribing them into notes and bringing them down to their core elements. This will serve as my vocabulary, of sorts: if I have a collection of themes at my disposal, it will be much easier to see if and how they fit together.

Here is an example of a piece from the Templar episodes that I 'collected': (it sounds off because it's MIDI, but what I did here was write down the actual notes so I can transcribe it for other musicians)

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Please don't hesitate to let me know your favourite BIONICLE music (and also feel free to tell why a certain piece is important to you)! There is no time limit to this; you may always reblog or reply to this post, and my ask box is also open!

Hope you all can help me make this a real community thing, showing our Unity!

#bionicle #lego bionicle #mnog #mnog ii #Youtube

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atiny-moon · 9 months

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Will you be my girlfriend?

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: soft fluffy smut because.. y’know (pronounced Yunho)

Pairing: yunho x fem!reader

Tags: light nipple play, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (no se hace!) & so many kisses

Word Count: 4.5K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Your friend set you up on a blind date about six months ago. They didn’t tell you who it was, only that he was just your type, whatever that meant. However, the second you laid your eyes on him you knew your friend was utterly and totally right. Jeong Yunho was tall, handsome, and had the sparkliest brown eyes you’d ever seen. As the night went on and the two of you got to know each other you realized that his looks were the second most attractive thing about him. It was really his heart and his goofy personality that won you over.

Since that initial date, the two of you were only able to see each other two more times. His schedule was so incredibly busy. He was actually in the middle of a comeback which meant that you probably wouldn’t see him for another few months. But that was fine. You enjoyed the time you spent together and even when you were apart, you were always texting and facetiming. Well, to the best of his abilities. Oftentimes the phone calls were either really early in the morning or really late at night but you never seemed to mind. His smile and those sparkly brown eyes of his were enough to melt your heart every time.

Yunho eventually had a break in his schedule and the only thing on his mind was seeing you. He called you the night before to explain the sudden free time and wondered if you wanted to meet up at ‘our spot.’ ‘Our spot’ was the coffee shop by your apartment where you two had your first date. Since then, it’s become the first stop on all of your dates, kind of like a little special routine just for the both of you.

You happily agreed to meet him up.

The following morning you were standing outside the coffee shop a little earlier than scheduled. You were dressed in a light wash denim midi skirt, white tank top, and a thin cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your hair was pulled up with a claw clip and you had on your favorite pair of white sneakers. Super cute. Super casual.

You were scrolling through your phone when out of the corner of your eye you saw a pair of white sneakers stop right in front you. You looked up and were met with none other than Jeong Yunho. He stood in front of you in a pair of light wash jeans and an oversized thin white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A bright shiny smile took over his entire face the second he met your eyes.

“Hey twin,” You said through your smile.

Yunho winked before responding, “You’re too pretty to be my twin.”

You rolled your eyes as you playfully slapped at his arm. He caught your wrist and pulled you into one of the coziest hugs. You tried to resist but his embrace was too comforting and you soon found yourself relaxing into his hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. Being in his arms made all of your worries drift away. Eventually, the two of you separated and entered the coffee shop.

Yunho had his arm draped across your shoulders as the both of you made your way to the cash register. Before you could say anything, Yunho was already ordering.

“Two blueberry muffins, one iced americano, and one iced caramel macchiato,” Yunho said to the barista.

“Actually, two caramel macchiatos, please,” You corrected. The barista nodded, adjusted the order, accepted payment, and then got to work on preparing your order.

“When did you start drinking macchiatos?” Yunho questioned.

“When I started missing you,” You flirted.

It was his turn to roll his eyes and scoff but you could see the little blush tinging the tips of his ears and coloring his cherub cheeks a light shade of pink. You watched as he tried to hide his smile but it was no use - his eyes were already crinkled at the corners. The two of you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the barista calling out your order. This made the both of you giggle and hurry along to gather your things before trying to find a place to sit.

You two found a seat at the back of the cafe near the private garden. The whole coffee shop had a nice blend of natural and industrial architecture. Meaning, the floor, walls, and ceiling were made of a poured-in-place concrete with the only other materials in the coffee shop being glass and black steel. It contrasted nicely against the hanging plants that lined the walls and adorned the tables. The garden was lined with large panes of glass so that you could readily enjoy the view while enjoying your meal.

The both of you settled into your seats and into an easy flow of conversation. Bursts of giggles in-between bites of your blueberry muffins kept the atmosphere soft and enjoyable. Being with Yunho was like being in a direct beam of sunshine. It is warm and welcoming and comforting, like your favorite comforter after it’s been washed and the smell of detergent is still fresh. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh while you were around him. You also couldn’t help but open up and share everything with him - he was just so easy to talk to!

Somewhere during your conversation, the muffins finished and caramel macchiatos dripping with condensation, Yunho took one of your hands in his. You didn’t notice. It was something so natural for him to do that it just felt like your hand was always supposed to be in his, it felt like that’s where your hand just naturally belonged. You were very lost in thought - talking about the current project you were working on and where it was going when Yunho suddenly cut you off, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You blinked up at him, unable to form sentences or coherent thoughts or even breathe for that matter.

He continued, “I like you. A lot. I like the way you smile. I like the way you laugh. I like the way your eyes get all big and sparkly when you talk about something you're passionate about. I like the way you take care of yourself. I like the way you take care of others. I like the way I feel when I’m with you. I like how big your heart is and..” his voice grew quieter as he realized the following was the truest part of his statement, “..and I want to take care of you.”

The sting of tears threatening to ruin your mascara was the first step in realizing that you were absolutely crazy about this man. You emphatically nodded your head, still unable to properly get the words out. Yunho responded with the largest smile you had seen on his face yet and soon interlaced his fingers with yours. With his free hand, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of the both of you holding hands.

“Wait! Me too!” You playfully whined as you also took out your phone and took a similar picture. The two of you giggled for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning as you set the photos as your respective new phone backgrounds. It was such a silly, jovial thing to do but it absolutely set your heart ablaze. You then stretched out your legs and threaded them between his so that your hands and legs were now interlaced. Eventually, the butterflies in both of your tummies subsided and you continued your chat.

You didn’t really know how much time had passed and it wasn’t until that first crack of thunder did the two of you break out of your little bubble. The both of you looked on in wonder as the skies darkened and an onslaught of pouring rain immediately began.

“Oh, no..” Yunho sulked, “I had reservations for this new hotpot place but I don’t really want to drive in this rain.”

“We could go back to my place?”

This question hung heavy in the air. Yunho’s normally large sparkly eyes darkened slightly as he considered your words. He wanted to go back to your place, of course, but did you know what that question meant? What if he said the wrong thing? Or did the wrong thing? How could he forgive himself if he upset you?

You watched as the gears turned in Yunho’s head, kicking yourself for even bringing something like that up. You opened your mouth to take it all back but Yunho cut you off, “As long as we can get some snacks? I’m pretty hungry.” His stomach let out a rumble loud enough for the both of you to hear.

After the laughing fit, you responded, “Yeah - there’s a convenience store close by.”

The both of you took your time cleaning up your mess, hoping the rain would subside as you cleaned up but no such luck. The thunderstorm was just as strong as ever. So, while holding hands, the both of you bolted through the downpour, running and laughing the three blocks to the convenience store.

You picked up the essentials - some instant noodles, boiled eggs, gimbap, and a couple of banana milks. The two of you were in and out of the convenience store in under 10 minutes - unable to withstand the air conditioning on your soaked bodies for much longer than that. You ran another block to your apartment complex and just like that, you and Yunho were standing in your apartment.

“Uhm, stay right here.. I’ll be right back.” You took off your shoes and socks and tiptoed your way through your apartment to your bedroom, trying your hardest not to wet everything.

Yunho stood in your doorway for the first time and admired your apartment. It had an open-floor plan with the kitchen to your left that opened up to the living room. The only windows in the apartment were the huge floor-to-ceiling windows along the far side of your living room. As for decorations, everything was a mixture of soft pastels. The couch was a pale blue color while the area rug was a geometric pattern in a soft pink and yellow. The artwork on the walls was a careful blend of movie posters and minimalism artwork. There were bits and baubles that dotted any open surface - revealing your personal taste and personality. Everything was so colorful and made you happy.

You caught Yunho staring at all of the things when you came out of the bedroom. You handed him a towel and a change of clothes. You had also taken this time to dry yourself and change into a pair of leggings and pale green sweatshirt. Your voice was surprisingly soft when you finally addressed him, “The bathroom’s through there..” You pointed to your bedroom, unable to meet his eyes.

Yunho blushed as he realized he would have to walk through your bedroom for the first time. He started stumbling over his words but it was your turn to interrupt him, “I’ll get started on the noodles.” You avoided his eyes as you made your way to the kitchen and began busying yourself with getting the snacks ready.

Later, just as you were finishing up preparing the snacks, Yunho walked out of your bedroom wearing the only items of clothing that could his fit large frame. He was wearing one of your biggest sleeping shirts - a pastel pink number with kittens wearing bows and a pair of green and white two-toned sweatpants your brother left the last time he visited. Yunho was also wearing the only socks that could fit him which were a pair of Halloween themed fuzzy socks. His hair looked extra puffy and there was a small pout on his lips.

You managed to settle the snacks down on the coffee table in front of the couch before turning to Yunho and simply embracing him in a hug.

“Lookin good honey,” You tried your hardest to keep a straight face but the giggles crept in at the very end of your sentence, completely annihilating any credibility you may have had. Yunho sulked for a little bit longer before hugging you back.

“Joke’s on you, I actually like this shirt,” You could hear the pout in his words which only made you hug him harder. You buried your face in his chest until you were able to completely suppress the giggles.

“Come on, Mr. Kittens, the food’s gonna get cold,” You teased.

At this, Yunho completely pushed you off him and headed over toward the couch. He used his long arms to prevent you from getting any closer to him until you formally apologized. Which you did. After, he gladly brought you in for the warmest cuddles ever. You put on a random Marvel movie and began your convenience store food mukbang.

Somewhere near the middle of the movie, both of you had finished your snacks and were simply cuddling on the couch. You were snuggled up against his side and Yunho had his arm draped over your shoulders. Maybe in an effort to get comfier or an effort to get closer to him, you draped your legs over his lap. Yunho noticed and wasn’t able to concentrate on the movie for the next few minutes while he tried his hardest to keep the blush from creeping up his cheeks. Eventually, he managed to calm his breathing and bring you in even closer to his side.

A few moments later you felt the brush of Yunho’s adept fingers on your chest. Specifically, they were brushing against the sensitive area near your nipple. You could feel his touch even through the sweatshirt and your bralette. His touch made you take a gulp of air as it was now your turn to try and keep your breathing even. His fingers did not let up in their touch, however. Yunho going as far as pinching your hardening nipple between his index and middle finger. You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan but you could not control the way your body was starting to shift in your seat. You placed your hand on his thigh to try and brace yourself but it only motivated Yunho even more.

His free hand moved to your face and lifted it up so you were both making eye contact. While he held you like this Yunho’s fingers delivered another pinch to your nipple. He watched as your mouth opened slightly to let out a moan. His hand then cupped the side of your face and held it in place while he kissed you. It was so soft, so tender, so right. You kept your hand on his thigh while the other came up to his face and reciprocated the touch. The kiss deepened and the two of you forgot what you were doing with your hands - choosing instead to lose yourselves in the kiss.

Yunho then moved his hand that was on your tit up to the other side of your face so he was effectively cupping both of your cheeks while kissing you. And instead of mirroring his touches, you pull yourself onto his lap and straddle your legs on either side of him. This caused Yunho to pull away from the kiss and take a big gulp of air as he tried to get used to this new position. His hands were still holding your cheeks as his eyes searched your face for.. Something.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was so small in this moment. His big, sparkly eyes looked into yours for what felt like an eternity and truth be told, you were a little lost in his eyes. His face was so soft and full and pure, you wondered how you got so lucky. Should probably send that friend a fruit basket.

“Yes, Yunho. I want you to fuck me.” The boldness of your words caused not only a bright red flush to color Yunho’s cheek but it also elicited a sound that could only be described as a guttural moan of satisfaction. His hips moved into yours and you could feel his hardening dick underneath you. He brought you in for another kiss, and if possible, this kiss was deeper and more passionate than the previous one. His hand slid into your still damp hair and settled on the back of your head, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging at the root ever so slightly. You moaned into his mouth as his hips rocked into yours once more.

You placed your hands on his chest to hold yourself steady as you feel Yunho get to work. His free hand gripped you by the waist and held you in place as he continued to push his hips up into yours. With each roll of his hips, the excitement in-between your legs grew. You wanted to feel what his dick was like, wanted to see it with your own eyes. Your hands traveled the length of his torso and dipped underneath the pink sleeping shirt. Yunho pulled away from the kiss and watched as your hands freed his cock from the sweatpants.

You were pleasantly surprised. Yunho’s dick was definitely the prettiest you had ever dealt with; it was long and quite girthy with an already leaking tip. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. You wrapped your hands around the base of his dick and began pumping. Yunho threw his head back in ecstasy, soft sighs escaping his lips with every movement of your hands. You were getting into quite a rhythm with the handjob when you felt Yunho’s hands over yours.

“Like this, baby.” His words were dripping with lust. He wrapped his large hands around your smaller ones and adjusted your grip and slowed down your pace. Yunho kept his hand on yours until you were able to jerk his dick off just like he liked it. The result was heavenly. Yunho’s breathing became deeper and more erratic, grunts and moans replacing some of his shallower breaths. The way he reacted to your touch was setting your core on fire.

As you pumped his dick, Yunho cupped the sides of your face and brought you in for another delectably passionate kiss. His moans were turning into whimpers and you could tell that he was close. He pulled away from the kiss and with strain in his voice he whispered, “Show me how you like it.”

Yunho dropped his hands from your face and slipped two fingers underneath the hem of your leggings. He was surprised to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear and he was doubly surprised to find how wet you were already. His index and middle finger pressed into your clit and started rubbing small circles.

The first initial contact of his fingers on your clit caused you to stop pumping his dick altogether and focus instead on the way he was touching you. Your eyes closed as the first wave of euphoria washed over your body. Soon thereafter, your body was able to get used to his touch. That’s when you slid your own hand under the hem of your leggings and over Yunho’s fingers on your pussy. You adjusted the pressure and the pace and guided him until he was able to do it on his own. Considering how quick of a learner he was, it took no time at all for Yunho to pick up your preferred rhythm, and pretty soon he was pleasing you better than you've ever been able to please yourself.

The pleasure was immediate and intense. The only thing you could do was go back to jerking his dick. You recreated the grip and pace that he initially showed you and got to work. The both of you found yourselves watching the other - your eyes intensely watching Yunho’s large hand please your throbbing pussy and Yunho watching your small hand pump his big cock.

“Fuuck..” you breathed out.

“..That’s so hot,” Yunho completed your thought.

It was so satisfying when you both leaned in for a kiss at the same time. With the feeling of your hands pleasing the other and the intensity of your kiss, the both of you felt the rush of an orgasm creep on you quicker than either of you anticipated. But neither of you were ready to cum just yet.

You pulled away first from the kiss this time, “Let’s go the room.” You weren’t quite sure if the sentence made sense but your brain was clouded with thoughts of Yunho’s pretty dick and what it would feel like inside of you. Yunho nodded and let you dismount before standing to join you. He didn’t even tuck his dick back into the sweatpants as the both of you made your way into your bedroom.

It was decorated similarly to the living room with the only exception being all the Squishmallows on your bed. You were feeling pretty embarrassed until Yunho picked up a yellow puppy plushie and said, “Aw, I have the same one.” He looked so at home holding your plushie, you momentarily forgot about his rock hard cock sticking out of his sweatpants. The two of you cleared the plushies off your bed before turning your attention back to each other.

Yunho closed the distance first, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you in close. He eagerly pressed his lips into yours and you returned the kiss with a reciprocating passion. The two of you were lost in the heat of the kiss for a long time before Yunho started tugging at your clothing with hungry hands. In a matter of moments you were completely naked before him and were about to start feeling small when he quickly stripped himself of his own clothing. Yunho swifty embraced you once more in another kiss as his hands explored your body for the first time.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and brought him in closer. You could feel his completely hardened dick press into your body and you wanted more. Your hands moved to his dick and were just about to start jerking him off again when you felt Yunho’s hands tighten their grip on your waist just seconds before you were thrown onto the bed.

You land on your back with a squeal of delight and Yunho is quick to jump on top of you, his broad frame easily enveloping your smaller one. He moves his hands under you and adjusts your position on the bed so your head is on the pillows and he is on all fours right above you. Those sparkly brown eyes of his watch your face for any sign of injury or discomfort. The worry in his eyes makes your heart pitter patter and all you could do is grab him by the neck and pull him in for a kiss.

While the two of you kiss, the excitement starts building between your legs and it is your turn to touch him with hungry hands. You run the tips of your nails along his arms and down his back, lightly grazing and scratching at his back. He moans into the kiss and pushes his hips into yours. You could feel his cock slide along the length of your pussy and the feeling alone is enough to dig your nails into his back. Yunho breaks the kiss so he can throw his head back and moan in pure pleasure. You take this opportunity to lavish his neck and shoulders with sweet soft kisses.

Yunho continues the slow, deliberate rock of his hips - encouraging his dick to slide between your pussy lips and encouraging more moans from the both of you. The both of you watch as his dick slides up and down your pussy, his precum making a mess on your lower tummy. You bite your bottom lip and try to match the pace of his hips with your own. You start rocking your own hips in time to his, but it’s not enough. You want to feel his cock inside of you.

You release the hold you had on Yunho’s back so you can slip one hand in-between the both of you and grab his dick. The sudden pleasure makes Yunho release a quiet string of curse words. With this particular sort of encouragement, you take the tip of his dick and press it into your clit, massaging the sensitive area with the head of his cock. The feeling is otherworldly and it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there.

“Let me fuck you, baby.” Yunho’s words were warm in your ear. You tore your gaze away from his pretty dick on your pussy to watch his face as you slid his cock right over to your entrance. He steadied himself then began the slow push of his dick into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed at the initial sensation of being stretched out. Yunho buried his face in your neck while he carefully pumped his girthy cock into your pussy.

He managed to make his way fully inside you and the both of you had to pause and breathe in deep as you tried to get used to the new feeling. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled out for the first time. He pushed in once more and slowly, Yunho started getting into a rhythm - similar to the rhythm you showed him while touching each other. You loved the way he was learning your body.

Yunho adjusted his position so he was kneeling on the bed and your legs were over his shoulders. This allowed him to go even deeper than before, the tip of his cock hitting places you didn't even know you had. Yunho’s large hands held your legs in place by gripping at your thighs. His pace quickened and deepened. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold out.

Just as you were starting to see stars and about to cum, Yunho released the grip of one of your thighs so his fingers could play with your clit. His fingers moved in sync with the pumping of his cock - the pleasure was so overwhelming. Not only was he hitting your g-spot with his thick dick but his fingers were rubbing and playing with your clit like never before. You threw your head back onto your pillows, screams of ecstasy tearing through you.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were announcing that you were near the edge. The both of you gripping onto each other as the wave of orgasms washed over both of your bodies. Yunho pulled out moments before making a mess on the inside of your thigh. He collapsed beside you shortly thereafter. You’re not sure how long the both of you laid there trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you were the first to gather yourself and make your way into the bathroom.

Yunho heard the water running seconds before you popped your head out of the bathroom to ask him, “Care to join me?”

#ateez yunho #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez #yunho #yunho x reader #x reader #x/y n #x you #kpop smut #x y/n smut #soft smut #smut

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ginariima · 6 months

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Chimata is pretty neat :) SO I just want to talk about Chimata for a lil bit because I think she's pretty cool. First off is her design, it's a rainbow design which most of time can look really ugly. Due to a lack of color consistency making it really hard to focus on the character. However, Chimata's design circumvents this by using colors' natural values.

Some colors are just naturally darker (or have lower values) than other colors. Chimata's design uses these natural values. Just in case if you're a bit confused, I have all the colors all the way to the top right, yet, some of them are still darker.

Our eyes naturally tend to look at what is the lightest. In this case, you're going to look at Chimata's center, her face and her white coat. Then they're going to travel downwards to the yellow, portion, then to the blue/green, then to the purple. Then again from chimata's center, your eyes travel to the orange, and then to the red of her arms.

This is such a clever way to do a rainbow design and I love it so much cause of that. It might still look off to some people though because of the really high saturation, which is why some artists desaturate her colors just a teensy bit. Ok now i wanna talk about her theme, "Where is that Bustling Marketplace Now ~ Immemorial Marketeers", specifically the Rainbow-Colored Septentrion version of the theme. Unlike most Touhou final boss themes, these theme feels desperate and powerless. The closest theme that I think gets to the feeling of desperation this theme has is Sukuna's theme with it's final part. Zun described the song as being split into two halfs, a 'wailing' section and a 'upbeat' section. The trumpets that appear 50 seconds into the song which really emphasizes that wailing part, they're slow and completely cut off the climax that the song was building up to at that point. Then once more, it builds tension up and up again, but once more it fails to capitalize on it and goes into THE BELL SECTION (my fav part !) A calm before the storm before the actual climax with a cool fast piano! This part always feels like a last resort, I know to many it sounds upbeat but to me it always sounded desperate. It has barely any long notes, and is a super frantic. The melody also has this funky lil shape I like Picture from chronondecay's transcription of Chimata's theme

The melody is constantly going up and down in fast sucession. The stops within it, especially with the zunpets, feel like gasps of air to just barely continue. Until it falls down again into a repeating zunpet part that sounds like it's trying to recapture the feeling of the previous section, but just can't. That thing this song does, of rising to a climax that just doesn't come is so cool in my opinion. It feels so desperate and confused as to the direction of where it has to go. Showing Chimata's feelings during the incident where she is completely at a disadvantage due to the pandemic of the outside world, and being a newcomer to Gensokyo. She's trying to survive, but doesn't know how to go about it. Well thats my best try at an analysis of a song 😎 since my knowledge of music just comes from looking at midis lol. I'd like to talk about some of her story stuff too, like the incident and her relationship with Megumu that get's explored in Lotus Eaters but I AM TIRED. Instead of doing my homework thats due in 5 hours I did this for like an hour so I'mma stop for now. Hope you all like Chimata a bit more!

#touhou #touhou project #東方 #東方project #東方イラスト #myart #touhou18 #unconnected marketeers #chimata tenkyuu #she's really cool trust me.

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eshoeteric · 1 year

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🍓 style analysis: nana komatsu / hachi (NANA)

welcome to the first entry in my style analysis series- where i take a different fictional character for each entry and take a look at their fashion sense, as an exploration on how fashion plays a role in forming a character's personality & overall identity. in other words, it's a deep dive into the intersection of story & style. today we're starting off with nana komatsu (who we'll be affectionately referring to as hachi from here on out) from NANA, my favourite character from my favourite manga of all time.

NANA is a manga very near and dear to my heart. i could spend all day talking about why, but i'd say one of the biggest reasons is for how ai yazawa (the creator of NANA) uses fashion as a means of storytelling. in NANA, clothes are not just a typical character design element, but are instead a visual narrative tool used to convey a characters' personality, as well as to express their traits and feelings. today i've chosen hachi for the style analysis because i'm fascinated by the subtle changes to her style syncing with her character development over the course of the story. also, i think her style is just super cute. so let's get into it! (⚠ anime & manga spoilers ahead)

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overview

if i only had one word to describe hachi's style, i'd say feminine- think frills and lace details. she's all about babydoll silhouettes, pleated skirts, knit cardigans, ballet flats, and generally embodying shoujo fashion from the early 2000s with a good balance of cute and classy. hachi's fashion sensibilities lean more towards the modest side, as her dresses and skirts are usually around midi-length, and mini skirts are often paired with extra layers like tights or leggings underneath. it's a very good girl chic look, which fittingly leans in to her innocent personality. hachi is very stylish and clearly puts a lot of thought into picking her outfits everyday, as she's not afraid to occasionally experiment with different styles every & to use fashion as a key means of expressing herself.

in terms of colour palettes, hachi's wardrobe has a bit of everything- warm hues, earth tones, soft pastels, which all work together to capture the warmth and sweetness of her character. she's definitely more attuned to light colours than dark. this suits her personality better too, as light coloured clothing is said to convey feelings of friendship, fun, compassion, and approachability. fabric-wise, hachi likes to keep it light and airy with materials like chiffon and tulle; switching to warmer fabrics like cashmere and wool for cold weather, giving her outfits a vintage feel.

we can see that hachi pulls fashion inspiration from various aesthetics and fashion trends across different decades. she definitely incorporates her love for vintage fashion in her style, particularly with elements we've seen her wear before like mod dresses, neckerchiefs, pearl necklaces, long fleece trim coats, and brown platform boots. you can also see it in how some of the pieces she wears feels so unique, like a surprise gem you would find in a vintage boutique while thrifting. in dressier looks, hachi's girlish charm and allure is slightly reminiscient of 1960s it girls, like twiggy and sharon tate. she draws from a lot of 60s-inspired elements- the romantic parisienne style, and a bit of vintage preppy chic.

scarves and bandanas are a vintage essential as well as one of hachi's signature accessories. they have tons of versatile styling options, plus the potential to be dressed up or down. we've seen her wearing one scarf (exhibit A) multiple times over the series. the babushka scarf version has to be my favourite, it's very hepburn-esque, who i 100% i could picture hachi having a poster of in her childhood bedroom. i also think that having characters re-wear pieces we've seen before is generally just a cool subtle styling detail, which adds to the realism of NANA's 10/10 worldbuilding. the scarf's many appearances styled in different ways also goes to show how hachi enjoys being creative with her outfits, loves the pieces she owns and wants to get as much use out of them as possible.

hachi's style also incorporates a touch of influence from the kawaii lolita subculture, particularly modern offshoots like larme-kei. lolita is french rococco-inspired with a focus on cuteness, and has its origins in early 2000s harajuku street style- which is also where mori/kogyaru fashion originates from; hachi's go-to style during her high school years (see: her modified school uniform, miniskirts, fuzzy legwarmers). both of these movements were heavily pioneered by j-fashion magazines of the time like FRUITS, Olive, Larme & CUTiE, which were mainly popular with teenage girls and young women, and hachi is no exception. her fashion sense is also heavily inspired by famous japanese celebrities and style icons like risa nakamura.

if we had to really narrow it down, i think hachi's style can be best described by otome (lit: maiden) fashion. known as one of the predecessors of lolita fashion, this style was very popular among young girls in the 70s-80s and is heavily centered around embodying all things traditionally feminine. sweet, cute, girly, and romantic are all common descriptors of the style, which pulls influence from 60s mod fashion (which, as we've seen, has prevalent elements in hachi's style). think tons of layering, pattern mixing, longer hemlines, and mary janes/flats, all of which we frequently see in hachi's outfits. we also see that she takes elements from modern lolita fashion like frills, bows, ribbons, lace, tights & stockings, and incorporates them into her own personal style as more understated outfit details; making it more wearable on a daily basis while still being a tribute to one of her sources of style inspiration.

now that we've explored what makes hachi's personal style unique to her character, let's dig into how her style is influenced in relation to how the story progresses and how her character develops. and just for funsies, i'll also be styling a casual everyday outfit that i could picture hachi wearing for each story arc. let's go!

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i. art school

i'd describe hachi's style here as the most youthful, which makes sense considering she's freshly moved to tokyo to study at an art school. we see her sporting a face-framing pixie cut, which gives her look a bit of edge, but not too much as she still retains her signature soft girl style to balance it out. also, can i just say: super farmer's daughter vibes when paired with a bandana! jeans were having a moment too- during this era, hachi was often seen wearing a pair of bellbottom flares or baggy jeans, creating a casual and easygoing look which really leaned into the artsy college student fashion. this would also mesh well with her then-best friend junko's more bohemian/indie, woodstock-inspired hippie style. the short hair paired with her experimentation on androgynous silhouettes definitely accentuates her gamine facial features, lending to a cute boyish look.

all these style elements are in direct contrast with the hyperfeminine looks of her high school years, back when she'd opt for skirts over jeans and long, styled hair; showing how hachi underwent a pretty drastic style change whilst adapting to the new environment in tokyo. at the same time, it could also hint at hachi's approach to self-expression & using fashion as a coping mechanism to deal with major life changes. dressing more casually to blend in with the college crowd is one of many indicators on how easily influenced hachi can get, which is pretty on-brand behaviour for someone with a tendency to seek validation from others instead of oneself.

so let's get into the first look i've picked out for her: layers on layers on layers baby! for this outfit, i took a lot of inspiration from hachi's first day of class outfit. i tried to be consistent with her theme of 70s-inspired prints and silhouettes during this phase, but also wanted to incorporate a modern y2k touch since we know that younger hachi (before fully developing her unique & personal sense of style) is more of a trend chaser, and what could be more early 2000s than a blouse + dress + jeans combo? accessories-wise, i wanted to pick out unique-looking pieces that had a lot of charm, as i was really going for that 'flea market finds' vibe since she obviously wouldn't have been able to afford any designer yet on a college student budget. also please notice the gorgeous vintage floral print ballet flats- i was so excited when i found it, i thought it screamed hachi!! they look so comfortable to walk in on top of being cute, it's the perfect shoe to slip on for a long day of classes without sacrificing style.

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ii. apartment 707

during this time, we see hachi start to embrace feminine styles again. she lets her hair grow out and we see her back in skirts, dresses, and all things girly, which is why her otome fashion influences shine through most here. she wears tons of pieces in floral and polkadot print, as well as flowy babydoll tops which are very y2k-girl-next-door-reminiscient. we also see her starting to wear vivienne jewelry (the pearl choker, the dainty silver orb earrings), likely as a result of nana's influence (who she heavily admires and looks up to) & wanting to emulate her style. hachi's outfits here seem to have more colour and print, which i believe is reflective of her mental state here; happy, confident, and surrounded by support. good vibes all around, her environment at this time encourages her to take more risks in not just decision-making but also in her fashion choices.

in general, this era is where hachi seems to be getting a better hold on growing into her own personal style. she's still open to trying out different styles every now and then, but we can see there are some style elements that really stick and appear most often in her outfits. she's also seen here experimenting with all kinds of different hairstyles- french braids, pigtails, twin buns, the half-updo. to me, i think all of this signifies how hachi's style development runs parallel to her identity formation and how she grows as a person. at this point of the story, hachi believes she's finally found a place where she fits- within this ragtag but loving cast of unique characters.

so the second look was a little more of a challenge to work with- that's because hachi's style during this era doesn't subscribe to any one specific aesthetic or subculture, but more like a bit of everything, and her outfits can differ a lot between episodes. the goal here was to go for a casual daytime outfit, and i ended up super proud of the colour coordination in this one! i've styled hachi in a frilly vintage floral print chiffon slip dress that's almost reminiscent of the strawberry dress of 2020, but with unique details that give it much more character. i gave hachi a cream-toned vivienne crossbody purse, a scarf to balance out the salmon pink of the dress accents, styled as a neckerchief, some strawberry hair clips to match, and of course i had to include her much-spotted pearl orb necklace too. the highlight of this look are definitely the shoes, which are maison margiela tabi ballet flats- something i could 100% picture hachi wearing if NANA were set in the context of modern day fashion trends.

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iii. motherhood

as time passes, we also see how hachi's fashion sense has slightly evolved into a classier, more refined version. more adult, if you will. this occurs when hachi decides to move out from apartment 707 and starts getting serious with takumi. not only did her living situation change, but as did her lifestyle, and with that, her fashion sense too. her style here simplified and took on a more mature look. she started prioritizing function over form as she cut down on layering and accessorizing. she would also opt for longer, flowier silhouettes and comfortable styles, often wearing simple dresses or aprons over a basic shirt-skirt combo. i really like how the change in style here - which pulls a lot from the 50s-suburbia housewife trope (think frilly aprons, puffy dresses, flared skirts, modest hemlines) - feels like a sublte detail to show how hachi settles into her new role of motherhood, expressed via clothing choices.

as a whole, this period of her life signifies the drastic 180° change from spending carefree days of young adulthood, to taking on the role of mother/wife in a nuclear family unit. it's the most major life change she's ever had to experience at this point, and it's expected that her style evolves alongside this. she's seen wearing noticeably less patterns or colour during this time, which could hint at possibly representing her inner feelings- the bleakness of spending her days in a mostly-empty home, and the isolation of being separated from the friendships she once surrounded herself with daily. thankfully, we do eventually see her return to dressing fashionably again after the timeskip. however, it's extremely important not to gloss over this period of her life as it portrays how she must have felt having most of her agency taken away overnight, with her style being all she had left as a form of control.

so last but not least is the final outfit, which was tough styling as there was comparably less material to go off, but i based it on the few going-out looks we get to see hachi wear post-takumi. rolling with the 50s-inspired looks, i've styled her in a coral short-sleeve button down dress. for the outerwear i picked a long checkered overcoat, which nicely complements the dress in addition to being a going-out staple for classy ladies everywhere. since the outfit is mostly harsher silhouettes, i decided to keep the colour scheme light to balance it out. while i was going for 'stylish mature woman', i still wanted some youthful elements in there to maintain hachi's signature girlish look. i balanced it out by accessorizing with a headband (a prep chic essential) and dior saddle bag, both lime green for a pop of colour and contrast. and of course, i had to incorporate the iconic neckerchief too as it doesn't get any more vintage-looking than this. the final piece to tie it all together are a pair of classic miu miu ballet flats- chic and comfortable!

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final thoughts

all in all, hachi's fashion sense is super girly and sweet, which i'd say directly reflects on her character's personality. hachi is an outgoing girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and has a lot of love to give. she's warm and approachable, which she expresses through her clothing choices by embodying the cheerful, down-to-earth girl next door look. her bubbly style is youthful and fresh, which personality-wise is in character with hachi's innocence and willingness to trust others. this is shown through how much hachi cares deeply about her loved ones & often (unhealthily) prioritizes their feelings over her own. however, this naïveté unfortunately leaves her a lot more vulnerable to others seeking to exploit her emotional attention.

hachi's fashion evolution over the series shows how she uses fashion as a coping tool to help adjust to life changes, capturing her emotional growth and how she matures over the course of the story. the way that hachi's sense of style develops alongside her character is so realistic. her style development tells the story of a girl who finds herself and loses herself over and over again, frequently changing jobs and wardrobes in a constant struggle to find an identity to latch onto- until she does. hachi's style story is one of self-expression & identity formation; a story that speaks to all the young, unsure girls out there who see a bit of themselves in her, trying to figure out their place in a world in a world that often decides for them.

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 10)

Older! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Mild angst, emotional discomfort, Strained Relationships, Abusive Parent relationship, awkward truths, comfort towards the end, Relationship Building, Slow Burn.

Summary: Awkward Truths deepens your bond with Miguel.

A/N: Patience :'3 I know. I know. Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 ❤️✨

Pt. 11

The sweet and citric fragrance turned sharper the more you and Simon ventured through the terrace lounge. Friday night had finally showed up and now you were seating across him on the two top with a bashful smile.

When was the last time you had a true date? Delicious food and good company?

A deep exhale.

Miguel came to your mind. That night you had shared his bed for the first time. Not the secluded space the back of his car was.

"Like the place?" Simon inquired as he adjusted his blazer. He wore a white dress shirt, navy pants, brown dress shoes and matching blazer.

"Quite nice. Didn't know this part of the city."

You on the other hand were dressed up in a flowy olive green midi dress with golden low heel sandals.

But it didn't count as a date since it got a happy ending, right?

The cons of not dating formally in quite a while.

You huffed.

After that little improvised outing, Miguel acted like he had seen a ghost which was weird. The kind of weird one would get after remembering something incredibly uncomfortable or painful, but quickly shook it of.

We should do this more often

Your lips had moved to then smile but he wasn't listening, mind too far gone in his own mysterious world to actually discern your words.

"Cherie?" Just like you right now.

"Sorry, was too deep in thought."

Simon gave you a curious glance and pushed the menu your way.

"Everything good?" You nodded.

His upper torso leaned towards you. "What are you thinking?", his finger pads gently caressed over your wrist in little circles and your eyes softened for a bit.

"Little things here and there" Your lips stretched in a little sheepish smile, "Sorry to worry you."

"You still apologizing lots?"

"I guess so... Bad habits are hard to kill."

You hands raked over the menu. Hunger didn't sit right, so you settled for a mocktail and some apettizers.

Miguel had left you worried, but you trusted him and his judgment. There were times you'd know when to not press further.

Patience, patience, patience.

At least Simon seemed keen in distracting you from your own thoughts. Something you were grateful for.

"Totally get you. Been trying for a couple of years to keep myself in the limits of two beers."

"Have you succeeded?"

Simon sighed and pursed his lips, unsure of your reaction.

"Most of the times I do. An eighty percent. Is that twenty that sometimes hinders my progress."

"Well, remember that not all process are straight up lineal. Sometimes we fall and you know.... motivational things and blah and blah."

He chuckled and squeezed your hand. Relief made his shoulders to slump.

"But thanks for being honest. Highly appreciate it."

"Of course." His smile only widened as you took your phone and snapped a picture of your hands together.

The angle was perfect and so was the lighting, Simon's hand looked too pretty to not seize the chance. You then let go to give some little enhancement at the image. Light adjustment, a bit of contrast and warmth and voilà. With a smile you showed him the picture.

"That's a nice one."

"I like hands. Had to take it. Trying to improve my pictures with them too."

Simon's eyes softened as you uploaded the picture to your media profile. Conversation branched into so many topics. You had fun, and as much as you wished to keep dragging time and hobnobbing with Si, you returned home to prepare for the next adventure your mind was already dreading.

Visiting the wolf's den.

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Packing was rather easy. A set of Pj's, a change of undergarments, and another change of comfy clothes. All tucked in within a travel bag.

You could come up with an excuse, but again, it would just get worse eventually and you had to face the situation as bravely as you could.

It was your time to foray into enemy territory, you main mission was to leave as emotionally unscathed as possible.

You plopped on the bed with a groan. You certainly weren't exaggerating your reaction, a roulette of dread topics begun spinning. Last time you visited your weight and habits were discussed.

A little guilt-tripping here, a dash of gaslight there and lots of awkward laughs to soothe the offense had been made.

What would be this time?

Grunting into your pillow won't make the situation to go away either, but it helped to relieve a bit of tension.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Anchoring yourself with a deep exhale, you took your phone, mentally preparing for the battle.

Hey dad, I'm on my way. Want or need anything? —

You finished packing and made sure to leave the faucets closed and a little tour around, remembering the details. Now you were exaggerating.

—Just a couple of beers and a pack of coffee. We're out of it. Thanks.

Taking the bag and the keys, you went out your door and locked it.

"Best of lucks, soldier." Hobie spoke while saluting you. His keys tinkering in the keyhole.

"I'm off to war, Hobie. If I don't return-"

"Rubbish. You've got this."

Nodding, your grip tightened on the bag and sighed.

"If you see me spamming you with messages, don't block me."

Hobie chuckled and patted your shoulder.

"Pump up, birdie. If you don't like it, come back, don't rack your brain over it."

"Thanks Hobie. In any case, whether things go good or bad, could we go for a burger?"

"You bet."

His smile was reassuring.

"See you then."

You waved him goodbye and went to your car.

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The super shopping was quick, but the traffic towards your parent's home was hell. Three pm. You not only let your dad know about it, but sent a picture for proof.

You were lucky if the traffic jam moved for more than a few meters, and the honking. God. Your eyes rolled. Apparently people would never understand that honking for a long time wouldn't make traffic to go away, or to move faster. It'd all finish in a headache or a migraine. So far the first one was brewing.

In the meantime, you scrolled through your profiles. Updated info and of course, snapped another picture. A habit that was turning into a discipline. A shot of the clumped cars and blazing traffic lights that blurred in abstract lines depicted your current mood. Annoyed, suffocated, pained and contempt.

Your car advanced a bit more, and you wasted no time in giving the picture the editing treatment before posting it with the caption "Wished the honking made it all go away too."

To your surprise the same bot looking profile liked the picture a couple of minutes after being posted.

Same.

The comment was even more unexpected. A way too human response and enough proof for you to know it wasn't a bot.

Sending hugs ❤️.

You replied with a little smile. Finally, the traffic moved and you drove to your parent's house. Arriving around four thirty despite leaving home at one.

With a deep sigh you unbuckled the seat belt and stepped out the car with the things your dad asked. Not only your heart pounded in your throat, but your mouth dried.

The two floored and fenced suburban home you grew up in stared holes your way. Nothing had changed ever since you left.

Dad's car parked infront of the house, with yours behind. Mother's car wasn't on sight, which dropped your peaking discomfort levels almost immediately.

You'd have some actual quality time before going back to the battle. But even then, your guard could not be lowered.

The only thing that had changed was the color. It was no longer this traditional bone white with navy blue roof. It was now pale blue with a brown roofing. You rolled your shoulders back and passed the matching pale fence.

Garden blooming with different flowers. Probably both your parent's doing. Despite both working in different areas, your dad in informatics and mom in the theater industry, they both had found a common ground in gardening. And they excelled at it. Contrary to you.

Another copy of Timmy Turner's mom. Everything you touched, perished.

You entered the main door and closed the door behind you. Game on.

"Dad? I'm home." The many family pictures welcomed you. Mostly you as a baby with other relatives. Life milestones frozen in time. Your dad's head peeked from the kitchen and you smiled.

"Hey sweetie!" He hugged you, and it felt good. A little soothing even.

"Look at you! So pretty. I missed you."

"Thanks. Got you what you needed"

He took the six pack and put it on the fridge.

"How have you been?"

"Busy, but as good as I can be."

He put the coffee on the shelf and looked at you with a knowing look.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

He slanted on the counter with his arms crossed.

"I know it's hard for you. But, I really appreciate you being here. Your mom will too. She's just... You know."

He sighed and rubbed his chin.

"She has a peculiar way of showing care."

His fingers scratched his neck awkwardly, but nodded. As if afraid to actually admit it without feeling a bit of shame.

"She means well. She is just worried, sweetheart."

"About what?" Voice calm, matching your temper as you sat on the dining table, "I think I've done a pretty good job keeping and providing for myself out there."

"I know you do. And makes me feel proud to see that, just..."

Sighing, your guard rose.

"Just what, Dad?"

"It concerns me you avoid us like plague."

A natural reaction to something harmful.

Your mind spoke.

"I know that I have slacked in many things. Visiting you specially, and I try to keep my life afloat. Work is so consuming. But you're right. I should do better."

Guilt tripping or not, you knew they wouldn't complain much if you'd visit them out of the blue and mere politeness.

Your words stuck in your mouth as your mom's car parked inside the garage. The quality time left out the window.

Here we go.

"Let's try our best, yeah? " You nodded and washed your hands.

Rules were simple. Wash your hands at every chance you had, pick up and clean after yourself, help as much you could while talking the least. And for God and your mental sakes, don't mention dating.

The door opened and closed. Your mom's voice calling your dad echoed through the living room.

Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing you, standing next to your dad with a strained smile.

"Hey"

"My daughter in the flesh! Come here, baby."

Sidling though the living room once more, you approached and she hugged you. A Judas hug, You were sure. Your eyes clamped shut for the comment following but it never did. It never came.

"I'm so glad you're here, darling. Are you hungry?"

Not that you were paranoid, but the whole in high spirits attitude made you suspicious.

"We've got to celebrate this. Let me make you a peach galette."

You were about to protest when her piercing eyes stared your way, challenging you to speak. You didn't.

"Thanks." came out instead.

Too good to be true.

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Meal prepping was rather easy, quiet and smooth. Kinda reminded you of your life pre-college. You'd get home from school, then go to work, return again and have a lovely meal prepared. You'd talk about your day, be an average and a little dysfunctional family. The standard.

And now, the only thing that provoked any sound was the fork clinking against the plates as you ate in silence.

Your nerves felt cornered, however the little hope that danced in your heart of them being different made you start the conversation. Trying to engage with them and makeup for the lack of contact. The first step.

"I saw the garden. Looks really good."

"Your dad really outdid himself this time."

You nodded as your dad beamed.

"How's work been doing, sweetheart?" Mom again asked while wiping her mouth with the napkin.

"Glad they cut you some slack. Or else we'd have to visit you."

Oh god forbid...

"Our new boss is demanding but reasonable. We've been making advances and... I have this-"

"I remember when I got my first job. Always so busy. But don't worry, better things always come."

Not only had she interrupted you, but started rambling about her younger days.

"You said you had something"

A light shake of your head at your dad and you sipped the iced tea, "Nevermind that. Nothing important."

The war had just started

"Did she tell you about the little earrings?" Mom chirped and pointed at her ear.

"Earrings?"

"Show him, honey."

That chunk of meat felt like stones falling in your stomach. And you weren't prepared to fight with such measly ammo.

"It's alright, I'm sure it looks good."

"Good? she got three piercings! A couple more and she'd look like her neighbor."

Your dad seized you with a little frown as your hand squeezed the fork, angered.

"They're barely noticeable-"

"Does your boss knows about it? "

"Dad, such little thing won't get me fired, relax."

"Might not, but it will not get you someone."

Fuck.

"Mom..."

"What? It's true! Men don't take women seriously when they start looking like-"

You put your fork down and sighed. Anger soon began simmering.

"Can we not do this, please? I really just want to have a normal conversation." Impatient and angered words came out of your mouth but they were quickly dismissed.

"Sweetie, you know we love you, right? But you're so close reaching your thirties. You can't act out of age. And this is a very normal talk to have. You're quite sensitive these days"

At this point you were running on fumes.

"I don't date because I don't have the time, mom. And men and commitment aren't exactly a thing right now. They're either too young or too secretive for my likings!"

"What do you mean too young?" Her eyes stared at you suspiciously.

"Don't tell me you're looking for an old man." Your dad spoke as his nose scrunched up, "I know that it's your choice to date whoever you want, but older men aren't any better."

"They would only take advantage of you, baby" Your mom added wood to the fire

No.

For some reason your chest constricted a bit too tight as the image of Miguel came into your mind.

No, he'd never do that. He thought of you as a friend. You were his friend. And you held onto that thought. He was your friend too. He helped you so many times, and was honest. He'd never lie to you about it.

"Older men just want someone that doesn't make 'em them feel lonely at night, if you know what I mean."

"That's not true-" Your little protest fell upon deaf ears as they kept bringing up different examples of such dynamic, and always emphasized that it wasn't a good idea. Which left you in a stalemate.

Dating them was equally as bad as having a younger boyfriend.

" I'll stay single then. Jeesh." Your mood had been completely soured, food acrid and appetite long forgotten despite being your favorite.

"Of course not. You're too pretty for-"

"That's the least of importance now, dad. I'm not looking either, ok? Can we drop this?"

"You wouldn't be feeling inclined towards... you know... Women, don't you?" She had refused to let it go, "Why are you getting mad when we're only trying to be the best for you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Out of respect those words remained in your mind. But it had been enough. You stood but the so ever loving mother forced you to seat back down. Your hand wrung out of her grip, regret instantly flashing her eyes as you stared back in horror.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so so sorry." her words rushed

You looked at your dad, head on his palm, trying to make himself small. He wasn't helping. He never did.

"You just push my buttons so..." her voice broke, "Please understand that I just want the best for you." She sniffed.

You weren't falling for it this time. In other times, you'd stay there to console her, but that physical approach was certainly the last straw in your already messed up relationship.

"I gotta go." Your hands shook as you grabbed the plate once more, your dad pried away gently the plate from you.

Angry and silent tears flooded your eyes. You went to the living room to fetch your things but dad stood before you.

He called your name but you refused to meet his eyes.

"I know you don't want to hear me, honey. But it's too late and dangerous for you to drive back."

Soft words did little to placate the current hurting you were having, but he had a point. Saturday nights were dangerous since there were drunk people driving.

"Please?" You nodded.

"I'll prepare your old room. Is that ok?"

you nodded once more.

Your dad exhaled and went upstairs. Tension acted like a heavy claw clasped around your throat, squeezing tightly as you sobbed quietly. You expected a fight, but not a physical reaction.

You didn't sleep, and when the clock hit six, you left without much noise.

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Puffed eyes had decreased their swollenness, but your head hurted, and you needed a coffee. Crying hangovers would surely feel worst that the usual alcoholic ones. You stopped at the usual coffee shop, somehow glad that you were in your side of the territory.

The war had been a complete and utter failure. Not only made things worse but it had created a bigger rift between. Their calls sent straight to the voicemail, and texts remained unanswered. The least you wanted to do was to give them another chance to hurt you.

God knows you had tried. And tried with all your might. But maybe things were meant to be the same, and you have had enough.

You sped up back home, to your little fortress once you had what you needed. Clock ticked a quarter to eight.

You tossed the travel bag on the floor and your shoulders slumped. Defeated and hurt from a battle you knew was lost before even waged. Numbness spreaded through your head and body, oddly comforting, just like the sips of the creamy and sugary blend in your hand.

You only gave the blueberry muffin a couple of bites before downing your coffee and going straight to bed. there wasn't much tears to shed, so sleepiness came quickly as your bed lulled your tiredness away, embracing your body in it's comfiness.

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Afternoon's sunshine radiated on your ajar mouth and eyes. A few rays had seeped in and slowly stirred you awake. Naturally hiding from the golden sun, you turned your body facing the other side of the wall. Three pm marked on your phone's screen.

A couple of new notifications, missed calls from dad, and text messages clogging up the log bar. A stretch and a pop here and there and you were sitting on the edge of your hypothetical death bed.

Sleeping had helped tremendously but only physically. Even though your body felt wonderful, your mind was still all over the place. Jagged, haphazard, clumped in a ramshackled mess. The emotional armor had vanished into dust, leaving you exposed.

Room felt suddenly fusty and borderline claustrophobic. You had been so tired you forgot to remove your sneakers.

Again, you needed a distraction. Hobie wasn't around since Sundays was cleaning day at the shop. So you just grabbed a sweater, took your phone and went out the door once more.

Feet took you away from the building, the complex, the neighborhood to lead you to an empty street intersection.

Too deep in thoughts to actually realize the upcoming red SUV, that honked as it stopped a few meters away from you.

Like a deer caught in the road you stared at the car. An all too familiar red Nissan Pathfinder.

There was a slamming on the door as Miguel came out of it. A disturbed scowl on his face.

"¡¿Qué chingados te pasa?! Te pude haber atropellado!" (What the fuck is wrong with you?! I could've hit you!)

Your heart thumped in your chest, and your eyes swelled up with tears once more. Your nose reddened and lip quivered as you looked at him. He slicked his head back and sighed.

"Discúlpame. I... I didn't mean to yell, ok?" (Im sorry)

You hiccuped.

"No, no, no llores." (Don't cry)

He shushed you and cradled your face in his hands, and wiped the tears from your flushed cheeks.

"You ok?"

A nod, he sighed again and let your face go.

"C'mon" He pushed your lower back gently towards his car, and opened the door for you. Then closed the door once you were seated in.

A few sporty items on the back of his car. Only when he sat back, you noticed him dressed in a more casual wear. A black t shirt that snugged his torso and arms, knee length, gray gym shorts and white sneakers. Silver and scattered strands slicked back on his dark waves of hair.

He drove to a nearby lookout, stealing subtle glances at you and parked.

"I'm sorry" You mumbled and sniffed.

"You apologize too much. Come."

Again, he opened the door for you and helped you out of the car.

"Wanna tell me what happened for you to be so distracted that almost got hit by a car?"

Even though tears menaced to spill out, you inhaled and breathed through your mouth.

"I... Got in a really bad fight with my parents."

His eyes remained on you as he listened.

"I expected a fight. But... it turned worse. And... I truly don't want them near me."

His shoulders tensed upon hearing you.

"I thought they'd change. But... Im such a dumbass for feeding myself false hopes."

"Hey, don't talk like that."

"It's true, Miguel. Cause every time I try to make amends, everything goes to shit and... Im tired of that."

"Family is complicated. I know much. But, if there is something worth telling, family is not always about blood."

Nodding you looked up at him, teary eyed.

"Miguel?"

"Si?"

"We're friends right?"

His eyebrow quirked and then his eyes softened.

"We are. Why?"

"You'd tell me the truth if something is bothering you, right?"

His jaw tensed for a moment and his eyes looked at his hands.

"What's with these sudden questions?"

"Yes or no"

"I would."

Your eyes didn't waver. He wasn't one to be easily impressed, but the straightforwardness of your words had taken him aback.

"Did you ever feel like you were taking advantage of me?"

He blinked

"Why are you asking me this? Are you truly ok?"

Discomfort grew in his chest the more you spoke. What had happened back home?

"Yeah. Just... something stupid my parents said that made me angry"

"Tell me." It wasn't a question, neither an order. A concerned inquiry.

"You know that when reaching a certain age, you are asked about dating and such. I said that I didn't cause I didn't have time. Which is half a lie cause I had a date with Simon yesterday."

His lips pursed softly at the confirmation. He had seen the picture. Hand in hand, a bit too intimate. He stared at the image for longer than he should.

"And... long story short, they warned me, more like forced an exposition in the cons about getting involved with an older man." You sighed to catch your breath. "Like if I wanted to hear how my dad projected hard on that"

Miguel's eyes widened in mild surprise.

"That's why I asked if you ever felt like you were taking advantage of me.

You groaned into your hands and curled your knees up to your chest.

"What about you?"

You blinked

"Have you felt manipulated in any way?"

"Not manipulated. But kept in the shadows. I... I don't get along with lying or secrecy."

"That's why the blunt questions?"

You nodded with a tiny bashful smile.

"Sorry if I'm always asking or saying things that probably make you uncomfortable."

"Well, you're one of the few people I allow to do so."

You chuckled and bumped your shoulder against his arm playfully.

"I would like to say that you too, but it's only Hobie and you."

"Thought baguette boy too?"

You groaned. Tears long dry.

"Ya know... I'm starting to think you just don't like him."

"Neither trust him."

"Why though? Like... You said he was up to something. Have you met him before?" You gestured for him to explain himself.

"No."

"Then, you're just assuming things and being mean."

"No, I'm not. I don't have to know someone to see their intentions. It's intuition, preciosa."

"Alright. Let's talk about him. If you haven't met him before how can you tell me that he's lying or hiding something."

"Again, I was young once too"

"I swear if you call old yourself once more..."

He smirked, "What will happen?"

Your cheeks flushed mildly and he titrered. With a scoff you spoke again, "You were young once too, I know, but you're so cryptic! Just say it. I don't like him cause x thing."

"Alright. I don't trust nor like baguette boy since I know he just wants to get in your pants."

"Shocker." You deadpanned

"You're not understanding, muñeca. It's actually more dangerous than you think."

You scrolled through the conversation with Simon and showed it to him. A big brazen scoff came out his mouth while looking at you.

"¿Apoco no?" (Oh really?)

"English, por favor."

He smiled upon hearing the phrase.

"And that's precisely why I am telling you that is dangerous." He pointed at your phone. "Not that he's going to physically do something to you, and he better fucking not. More like... play with your feelings in order to get in your pants."

"You really think he's only getting closer to me cause of sex?"

"I've known men that pretend love for less."

"Have you done that?"

He scrunched his nose in disgust, "No. I rather be honest, even if that gets me the opposite outcome."

He waved a finger at you, the same way whenever he taught you something.

"It won't sound pretty. But tell me. Ever since he left, and based on what you've told me about him, did he ever try to keep in touch with you?"

"N-No. But, C'mon!, he was studying abroad. I don't know what college in France is, but-"

"He didn't, muñeca. He could've contacted you during vacations, but by your reaction, I can tell that he never did."

Your eyes gazed away from the awkward truth that had been put before you in a silver platter.

"He didn't have interest in you, until he saw you all gorgeous and amazing. And since you two have history is easy for him to approach you again."

He took your chin, and made you look at his face. Serious and sincere.

"Don't let him get what he wants"

"What if I do let him?"

He let your chin go and smiled softly.

"It'd be a shame."

"Would you be disappointed in me too?"

"No. But I won't hesitate in saying I told you so."

"My... you're kind of a jerk. But... I'm glad that I've met you."

"Not the... politest or righteous way to know someone but, yeah."

You both chuckled, you a bit sheepishly, then rested your head on his shoulder. Sunset surely made a scenery out of everything it touched. Miguel's fingers reached for your hair and caressed it softly, to then slid his hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently in an awkward hug.

"Better?"

"Yeah. You know you can count on me as well right?"

"I know."

"And if you ever feel in the blues or just want to vent out, I will listen."

"I know you will."

"Don't pull a Marguerite on me, please."

"What if I do?"

"Then, you better start looking for a new friend."

He squeezed you tighter, earning a little giggle.

"You've got a long day. Let's get you home."

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