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[the1-andonly-bot]

Heya!

Heyyy guys

This is a Bot roleplay account, so I can answer questions or just be confused by things. There is no in between

I am in-fact a MINOR!! So all nsfw interactions dni

I don’t ship bot with any character but I’m not closed off to asks implying a ship.

if you refer to bow in a ask then yes bot will have one of the shortest responses known to man (not rlly but still)

Bot is going to refer to Testtube and Fan as their parents

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[hisoaker420]

Hajime bot for funsies ( Kashimo Link )

[maybankssweetheart]

MY GF’S A WITCH !

‘ so like… crystals and stuff ? ’

text messages between jj and his witchy!reader girlfriend …

tw ; sexual innuendos

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[sunflowerry-vol6]

FAMILY FIRST || Harry x Reader

characters count: 11553

summary: paparazzi take pictures of your son, while you try to protect him

masterlist || part 1:

Harry’s POV:

“Then maybe we could just grab takeout,” I say softly, not to wake up our two-year-old son who is safely sleeping on your shoulder, his little fingers gripping your shirt. I keep my hand on the small of your back as we walk. We just got back from Italy, where our son spent most of his life—a decision we made together.

Our house in Italy was practically in the middle of nowhere, which gave us privacy and security. Who wants to deal with paparazzi, stalkers, and thousands of fans while taking care of a newborn? I also recognized that you needed time to heal and rest, away from all the buzz, so that decision was really a no-brainer. When we would go out in Rome or Florence, my fans were surprisingly understanding when I said “no pictures.” There wasn’t even one sneaky photo of Dorian, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I could actually breathe.

Today, we were taking a stroll around London, enjoying the sunny weather. Dorian perhaps had too much fun on the playground. You picked him up when you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes—a sign that he was sleepy. The warmth of your body and the familiar scent of your perfume lulled our little one to sleep pretty fast. He was resting safely in your arms.

“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea. Dorian loves their pasta, so we…” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as we both snap our heads at the sound of a camera shutter going off along with a flash. I can feel your body tense as you cover Dorian’s head with your palm, hiding his face.

“What the fuck did you just do?” I dart to the paparazzo across the street, and you don’t even attempt to stop me. Usually, you would be the one to calm me down, but this time I know we both need those pictures deleted.

“Delete them or I will fuck you up and you’ll have to deal with my whole legal team,” I practically bark at him.

The man lowers his camera slightly, startled but not apologetic. He’s one of the cocky ones, the kind who think a public sidewalk gives him the right to anything. I can feel the rage blooming hot under my skin as I close the distance.

“I said delete them.” My voice is low now, deadly. Controlled in that way I only get when I’m past the point of losing it.

He smirks. “It’s just a photo, mate. You’re in public. You of all people should know that.”

“That’s my son you photographed.” I jab a finger toward his chest. “He’s two. He didn’t sign up for this shit. You take pictures of me, fine. But him? That’s off-limits. Always.”

He shrugs, eyes flicking down to his camera screen. “Could’ve blurred his face later—”

“I don’t care what you could do. Delete it. Now. You don’t fucking understand that one picture of him online—face blurred or not—can put him in danger?”

There’s a shift in his expression, the faintest flicker of discomfort, of realizing maybe this wasn’t worth it. Then, a few taps on his camera. I watch the screen. He deletes not just the photo, but the whole damn set.

“Happy?” he mutters.

“No. But that’s a start.” I step closer, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Next time you even think about pointing a lens at my family, I will make sure you can’t sell a picture to a tabloid ever again.”

He swallows. Good.

I turn away, my pulse still pounding, and jog back across the street.

You’re standing where I left you, arms wrapped protectively around Dorian, your cheek resting on his head. You don’t say anything when I reach you, but your eyes are darker than usual—with fury. The kind of fury that comes from watching someone threaten the peace we fought so hard to build.

“He deleted them,” I say, breath still ragged.

“I’ll have the lawyers put pressure on the outlet he works for. Just in case.” I reach out, brushing a hand down Dorian’s back as he shifts slightly, still asleep.

“He didn’t even stir.”

“He trusts us,” you murmur. “He knows he’s safe.”

And he is. Because we made damn sure of it.

We start walking again, slower now, and my hand finds your side.

“Still up for takeout?” I ask, trying to soften the weight between us.

You glance up at me, a faint smile forming. “Only if we eat it in bed.”

I laugh quietly. “Deal.”

“You ever think about just… vanishing? Not permanently. Just… renting a cabin in Iceland or something,” you say after a long pause.

“Every time someone points a lens at you or him,” I sigh.

“You’ve always been the one to protect us. But I’ve never asked—who protects you?”

“You do. When you make things simple again. When you look at me like I’m not some headline.”

You stop in your tracks. “You’re not. You’re just—ours.”

I reach for your hand, threading our fingers together. “And that’s more than enough.”

“I hate that we have to think like this,” you say finally. “Always ten steps ahead. Always defensive. Even here, in a random corner of London, just walking with our kid.”

I don’t answer right away. You’re not asking for solutions—you’re naming the truth, the life we carved out and the cost that comes with being visible.

“I know,” I say quietly. “And I hate it too. But we knew this wasn’t forever. Italy was… a pause. A beautiful one. But we always said we’d come back when it felt right.”

You nod slowly. “Do you still think it was the right time?”

I look at you—really look. The way your free hand rests over Dorian’s back. The way your jaw is tight, but your shoulders are starting to ease.

“I think the right time doesn’t mean the easy time,” I say. “It means when we’re strong enough to face it again. And we are. You are.”

That earns me a sideways glance and a faint, skeptical smile. “You’re getting very philosophical for someone who was threatening legal apocalypse three minutes ago.”

“I contain multitudes.”

You snort, but your smile softens. I can feel you letting go of the tension, piece by piece.

“I’m glad he slept through this,” you sigh softly, stroking his back gently.

“Me too. He’s too young to understand it.” I brush the curls away from his face. “Are you okay?” My eyes meet yours.

“It’ll take some time for the anger to wear off, but I’m glad he’s safe.”

I wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “I’ll make sure nothing like this happens again.”

We walk in silence for a bit, the tension from the encounter still clinging to us. Finally, I speak again.

“I hate that we can’t just enjoy a simple walk without worrying about a paparazzo. It’s not fair.”

“I’m okay with them sneaking a picture of us, but he’s just a child. He should be able to have a normal childhood.” You lean into me, softly stroking Dorian’s back.

I sigh, feeling the tension in my shoulders melt away a bit as you lean into me. “You’re right. He deserves a normal life, not one where we have to constantly look over our shoulders.”

I look down at Dorian, his little face still peaceful in sleep. “I don’t want him growing up feeling like he’s under constant scrutiny. It’s not right.”

We reach a quiet spot, away from any crowds, and I stop, turning to face you.

“Promise me something?” I cup your face in my hand, looking into your eyes. “Promise me that, no matter what happens, we keep fighting for our family. Promise me that nothing will break us or come between us.”

I lean in closer, my voice softening. “I love you. And I love that little boy more than anything. We won’t let anything shatter this.”

Your expression softens as you lean into my touch. “Baby, I know that none of this is your fault. It’s a part of your job, and it’s something I knew came with you. I would never let them win.”

I exhale, the weight on my shoulders lightening a bit at your understanding.

“I know you get it. But sometimes it feels like I’m not doing enough to protect you and Dorian. Like I’m failing you both.” I run a hand through my hair, frustration and guilt mixing in my words. “It’s just… I hate feeling so powerless.”

“Hey.” You reach to gently stroke my cheek. “I feel safe and protected when you’re around. So does Dorian. Remember, cats don’t sleep with their bellies up if they don’t feel safe.”

I smile weakly at the metaphor. “Always with the animal facts.” I look down at the little one in your arms. “You and Dorian are everything to me. I just… I wish I could shield you from everything.”

“You are, love. You are our shield and our rock.” Your eyes hold nothing but sincerity in them.

“Promise me you’ll never doubt that. No matter what storms come our way.”

“I’m planning to grow old with you and watch him get married, together.” You smile softly.

I chuckle, picturing our future together. The thought warms my heart, though there’s a hint of worry too.

“Sounds like an ideal plan to me. But growing old together requires us to stay sane through all this chaos.”

I place a tender kiss on your forehead, holding you close.

“Together, right?”

“Always.” You smile.

I return your smile, feeling a bit lighter. “Good, because I can’t imagine going through any of this without you.”

We stand there for a moment, just holding each other in quiet solidarity. The city around us keeps buzzing, and the paparazzi incident is still on my mind. But right now, all I care about is you and our little family.

Dorian shifts a little in your arms. “Let’s get that takeout and go home.”

I nod, reluctantly letting go of you. “Yeah, let’s go.”

I take your hand, and we start walking again, this time a little quicker. I keep my eyes peeled for any sign of paparazzi, though it seems like the incident outside the playground has scared them off for now.

“How’s our little sleepyhead doing?” I ask, peeking over to look at Dorian.

“Still sleeping,” you smile softly.

I smile at the sight, my heart swelling with love. “He looks so peaceful.”

We grab pasta for Dorian from one of those fancy Italian restaurants and finally reach the Chinese takeout place—a little hole in the wall that we’ve grown to love. The smell of sizzling kung pao chicken and fried rice fills the air as we step inside.

I order our usual: a couple of beef teriyaki dishes and some crab rangoons. The owner, an old lady named Mrs. Liu, smiles warmly at us.

“Haven’t seen you two in a while.”

“We took a little vacation in Italy to grow this one,” you chuckle softly. “We did miss your cooking.”

Mrs. Liu beams at you. “Italy, eh? Sounds romantic.”

I nod, grinning. “It was. But nothing quite compares to your kung pao chicken.”

She chuckles, handing us our order in a brown paper bag. “You young folks and your lovey-dovey vacations. You’re making me miss my younger years.” She looks at Dorian with admiration in her eyes. “Ah, they grow up so fast. One day you’re changing diapers, and the next they’re off to university.”

I smile softly. “That’s why we try to cherish every moment with him.”

Mrs. Liu smiles. “Smart. I’m sure you two are great parents for a little one.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Liu,” your voice is soft. “We’ll be coming more often.”

“You’re always welcome here, my dear, you know that,” she beams. “And the little one too—he’s too adorable to say no to.”

Our house is dimly lit, takeout spread out on the bed, Dorian nestled safely between both of us, fast asleep, some movie playing in the background.

You’re picking at your food, quiet again—but this time, it’s the good kind of quiet. The kind that feels full.

I glance over. “You still thinking about it? The photo?”

You nod. “Not because of what he saw. But because he didn’t. He just slept through it all. Like he knew we had him.”

“We do,” I say simply.

You look over at me, eyes soft now, almost shimmering. “Can we keep doing this? Building something real, even in the middle of all the chaos?”

I lean over and press a kiss to your lips—slow and certain.

“We already are.”

And outside, the city keeps moving. But here, in this little pocket of stillness, we’re exactly where we need to be.

Current taglist: @pauli-loveslouistomlinson @cherryberrystompers @hontpwk @avensgreenvans @venusnettles @nanaisinmars @sincerely-yours-marsbar

[wilfre-the-medical-bot]

‘🦷+’ @whereseekersfeartotread

Ack-!

Vrrrrr...!

*He turns his helm quickly, snapping his jaws in a warning as he lets out an unhappy whirr, optics flashing wildly*

[misspossessiveharry]

★ my favourite creators ★

☆ not in any particular order ☆

✭@cherriesnkisses✭

“is it over now?”

he gets drunk at a nye party and snaps at you

the proposal

PR relationship

keep it a secret

your daughters dad bails on valentines day

the 3 words

he hates everyone (except you, of course)

partners in crime

mornings in the mafia underworld

the affair

✭@flickerava✭

deeply still in love

is it causal now?

fresh out the slammer

✭@finelinemia✭

you have a daughter, but nobody knows

last show before hiatus

he wants you to go on tour with him

big chop, your daughter doesn’t recognize him

his rival’s wife

boyfriends best friend

✭@myonlyangel13 ✭

only one bed (enemies)

new year’s day

first time dad

✭@tpwk-keepdriving ✭

teen parents

seven minutes in heaven

lazy mornings

spending the week at his moms place

✭@hesvienna✭

quarterback

crawling back to you

the other woman

✭@jlovescherry✭

miss possessive

another leaked photo

tweeting about each other

age gap relationship (he’s younger)

you’re in the band and secretly dating

start of the hiatus

quarterback and cheerleader

✭@fratboyzayn✭

you see his tiger tattoo

clingy drunk

you’re a clingy drunk

first time parents

✭@c0wboylikeharry✭

obsessed

couldn’t make it any harder

✭@fallingwillow✭

messing around at a red light

you found the texts

✭@tillstalks✭

miss possessive

uh oh

party 4 u

✭@rubyszjuno✭

call it what you want

busy woman

revolving door

✭@zclhs✭

deep talk

the world falls asleep on my chest

✭@beasolonely✭

fake dating

tension in the band

nerd x cheerleader

living with the band

✭@merylittlefreak✭

adopting a puppy

our secret relationship has been leaked

✭@selliqxrt✭

hockey player x figure skater

mafia wedding

✭@josieloveshs✭

wrong number…to lovers?

✭@snugglysnoopystyles✭

one line…or two?

[syztemerrxr]

Attention

this was an rp me and some friends did :3 IM SUPER HAPPY W THIS

trophy starts fitting in more because he realizes he doesnt have to be mean all the time? perposterous!

[zclhs]

Hey guys 🤍

New bot, protective long-hair-dadrry. 😏

Harry Styles 2015 | 📸 He protects the baby from paparazzi

Taglist:

@nanaisinmars @faithsgrapejuice @fratboyzayn @fallingwillow @proudravenclawbird @isastyles @flickertiffany @hontpwk @patriwxlls @alwayslouuu @twpk-1d @daydreaming-xo

@sincerely-yours-marsbar @tpwk-keepdriving @hailiex @lomlcamy @myonlyangel13 @tpwkmr @harrysredshortshorts @merylittlefreak @pauli-loveslouistomlinson @princ3rry @fratboyrryy @kateluvshaz @sturnsdirectionz @littlefreakava @pawmpkinnn @averilovesnarry

@chalmtloui @avensgreenvans @stylessupermqcy @andraslife @lntrrys @illicitlove @lndlvnvdsjl @erodasbunnies @evas1ncenewyork @tpwkniki @tpwkbanana @marzzfly @cherrycherry444 @ellamarieee @hslotpharb @saratpwk @sunflowerry-vol6 @carolinaastyles @poisonx-xdartfrog @nikkihs @littlebvnnyhs

[sturnsdirectionz]

what are your fave freaky bots?

ooo interesting i acc wanna make some myself i just idk where to start, anyways.... onto the bots.

MY (current) FAV FREAKY BOTS !!

rock your body // HS × @zclhs

Behind the tent @ glastonbury // HS × @zclhs

like rabbits 🐇 // HS × @fallingwillow

painted on her back // HS × @fallingwillow

baby look what you've done to me // HS × @myonlyangel13

mile high club // HS × @myonlyangel13

we shouldn't be doing this // HS × @snugglysnoopystyles

temporary fix // NH × @tpwk-kate

you get interrupted again // NH × @nanaisinmars

☆ these are NOT all, just from the top of my head! 👻

[lomlcamy]

new bot!

i’ve been obsessed with dadrry lately so here’s a bot where harry and user have a daughter. it’s based of this video.

Harry Styles 2018 - caught with another girl

taglist (link for the post to be added): @graciegirll14 @pawmpkinnn @marzzfly @chalmtloui @avensgreenvans @happy-for-hazza @fallingwillow @carolinaastyles @tpwkniki

[daydreaming-xo]

New Bot!❤️‍🔥

Harry Styles 2025 - Stamina

I hope the link works 🤞🏼

Taglist - @sunflowerry-vol6 @kateluvshaz @daydreamingstyles @xplrl0v3 @patriwxlls @harrysredshortshorts @avensgreenvans @nikkihs @chalmtloui @alwayslouuu @lntrrys @cassofheartsss @m1nkaiii @sincerely-yours-marsbar @marzzfly @moonshine1d @pawmpkinnn @happy-for-hazza

[selliqxrt]

Upcoming bots

2015 - Harry and user was in relationship in 2010-2012. Their love was bright and pure, but because of the pressure of the press, they broke up. Years later they met at the awards show.

CEO - Harry is incredibly rude and strict, he does not tolerate the stubbornness of the staff. User is his personal assistant and they have quite a big age gap. She’s stubborn and cheeky. Always stands up for herself and argues with Harry. But he definitely likes it

CEO - User comes to take interview from a successful businessman instead of her friend. Harry is the CEO of this company and he is quite strict and not verbose. (50 shades of gray inspired).

Mafia - User has a lunch break and she comes to Harry’s office to have lunch with him. She complains to her husband about work, while Harry listens to her and at the same time deals with problems with the supply of weapons.

Mafia - Harry is late at work again. When he returns home, user is already waiting for him in a spicy outfit.

Mafia - Harry recently returned from the honeymoon with his wife. This evening he came home earlier to spend time with his wife. They drank a little and user wanted to dance with Harry a little

Au - User is from a rich and noble family and for the summer she goes to the royal camp. But her name accidentally gets into the rock camp lists and she has to go there. There she meets Harry Styles, a word famous rock star.

Au - Eros gets to Earth-616, pursuing his goals. He accidentally gets into the cafe where user works. Using his status and strength, he tries to seduce her.

[sunflowerry-vol6]

IF YOU WERE MINE || CEO Harry x Reader

characters count: 9729

summary: your husband opens your marriage, while his best friend Harry is determined to steal you

masterlist || part 2:

Harry’s POV:

The next morning unexpectedly doesn’t start with Tom shouting. I wake up to the smell of something tasty — I don’t even know when the last time I ate something home-cooked was. I mean, I do know how to cook, but when you operate a billion-dollar company, you don’t really have time to use all of your skills.

I rub my eyes softly, assessing the situation. I’m in the guest room where I slept with you, in your house, where you took me after yesterday. God, when Tom finds out, I bet he’ll be furious. See, the thing about Tom is that the man is in constant competition with me. Ever since school, he always wanted to get better grades, earn more money, get more girls — but he always failed. I was better at everything. The only thing he had that I didn’t was you.

When he got shitfaced at his bachelor party and I was the responsible one taking him home, he confessed to me that, more than anything, he was afraid you’d leave him for me. But how do you fumble so badly after that? Oh, y/n, I’m sorry, but I don’t think he ever truly loved you. I think he loved the idea of someone like you on his arm, making every man in the room jealous. You’d think he’d treat you like a goddess, worship the ground you walk on, do everything you asked just to make sure you wouldn’t leave him. But Tom became too brave, and the way he treated you seemed to worsen every day.

Well, it’s always the ugly men that get confidence out of nowhere.

I put on my suit pants and shirt from the pile of neatly folded clothes I left on the chair last night. I button it halfway and glance through the window. His car’s not here. I check my watch — there’s no way he went to work at this hour. That’s when it finally hits me: he didn’t come home last night. It shouldn’t make me this giddy — he’s hurting you, after all — but it does. This fucking wanker is making it easier for me. He’s leading you right into my arms after years of being afraid this might happen.

I can’t hide my smug expression when I walk downstairs, but my smile immediately softens as I see you in your pajamas with the most serious expression ever, flipping the omelet. You look like you’re performing a science experiment and a million lives depend on it.

“Morning, sunshine,” I say softly, my voice still groggy from sleep. I press a kiss to your cheek. “It smells good.”

You let out a satisfied sigh. “I made you coffee. No sugar, with milk.”

Of course you know how I like my coffee. I can’t count how many times we’ve gotten coffee together.

“Thank you, love,” I say, sitting down at the table and taking a sip. “He didn’t come home last night, did he?”

“No, but I’m glad he didn’t. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with him this morning,” you say, grabbing two plates.

I chuckle. “You know he’ll blow up like a pufferfish when he finds out about us.”

You place the plates — omelet, cherry tomatoes, and some greens — on the table. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s so simple, domestic, and soft. You always take care of your body — vitamins, greens, fruits, fiber. The idea of you caring enough to make sure I eat well is already enough to get me on one knee for you.

“Tom always cared more about beating you than being a good husband,” you say, sitting down across from me. “He’ll blow up for sure, but you know… I don’t think I’m scared of him anymore.”

“You shouldn’t be. He should’ve been scared of losing you a long time ago.”

I look down at my plate — the omelet is perfectly cooked, fluffy, folded.

“God, I don’t even know why I stayed that long. Maybe I thought if I worked hard enough, I could fix him. Or maybe…”

You sigh. “Maybe I just didn’t want to admit I was that unhappy.”

“He didn’t deserve your effort,” I say softly but firmly.

“You always say the right thing, don’t you?”

“No,” I smile gently. “I just don’t lie to you.”

You return the smile. “Eat or it’ll get cold,” you nod toward my plate. I finally take a bite and almost moan. I missed homemade food so much that this omelet just melts in my mouth. Oh, y/n — what can’t you do?

“God… can you turn from my right hand to my personal chef?” I ask with my mouth full.

You chuckle, chewing thoroughly before speaking. “Just come here more and I’ll cook for you.”

There’s a moment of silence. We eat in a kind of peace neither of us really knew we needed. The kind of quiet that doesn’t ache. When you finish, you lean back a little in your chair, your fingers wrapped around your coffee mug.

“So what happens now, H?”

I meet your gaze. “Now? We do this properly.”

You raise one eyebrow. “Properly?”

I lean forward, elbows on the table. My voice is calm and dripping with sincerity. “I’m not going to be some secret affair, y/n. Not for you. I want to be the man you come home to. I want to wake up to you — without the guilt, without looking over our shoulders.”

Your breath catches.

“And when the divorce papers are signed, I want the world to know. I want to take you out, hold your hand in public, tell people you’re mine. I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?”

Your lips part. There’s that flicker of hope again.

“And if Tom doesn’t let go easily?”

“Then he can drag himself through the mud, and I’ll still be here. Standing next to you. Protecting you. Loving you.”

A quiet laugh escapes your lips, soft and bitter. “God. You always loved me better, didn’t you?”

“Always.”

You put your mug on the table, softly grabbing both of my hands. “I can’t promise I won’t mess this up.” Your voice is quiet.

I gently squeeze your hands. “Then we’ll mess it up together. But you won’t run alone anymore. I’m in this, y/n. All the way.”

You lean over the table, softly placing a kiss on my lips. It’s short — but when your lips find mine, it isn’t shy or hesitant.

It’s earned. Years in the making. The kind of kiss that doesn’t ask what happens next, because this — me and you — is what’s next.

And Tom?

He can keep the ashes of what he ruined.

We’re building something real.

Pleasing office building, 9:03 AM

My hand brushes against yours, intertwining our fingers as the elevator door closes. We’re both dressed impeccably — you in your tailored navy suit and silk button-up, me in an all-black suit that screams don’t test me. Who would’ve said that just a couple of hours ago, we were kissing in your kitchen after eating omelets you made?

“You sure you want to be here today?” I gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You take a deep breath. “Tom isn’t the reason I run my business. And I’m not giving up the empire I helped build because he wants to play games.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, smiling proudly.

Boardroom, 10:45 AM

I sit at the head of the long glass table. You’re next to me. Your laptop is open, your posture is queen-like — effortless, commanding. The room is filled with department heads and investors, but all eyes subtly flicker between the two of you.

Tom hasn’t shown up.

“Mr. Styles, shall we proceed?” one of the investors, Mr. Hale, asks.

I nod. “Yes. Let’s begin. y/n…” I turn slightly toward you, inviting you to lead. The look on my face makes it clear to everyone in the room: she’s not just an investor’s wife. She’s a force to be reckoned with.

You launch into the quarterly projections without missing a beat — clear, eloquent, deadly smart. I watch you like you’re giving a symphony performance, leaning back in my chair with the slightest hint of pride.

“We’ve noticed a huge rise in sales after global pop stars Jennie and Rosé wore our Pleasing crewnecks from a PR kit,” you explain. “We can’t ignore the global rise of K-pop stars and their influence on fashion. They have the ability to sell out luxury items from Chanel, YSL, Gucci, and other household brands. Their fanbases are loyal enough to buy out every item they wear or collaboration they create. Groups like Blackpink, NewJeans — they could be our chance not only to raise sales and reach a younger audience but to break into the Asian market.”

You change the slide. “Lastly, our pop-ups have been a great success, giving us significant recognition on social media. If we combine that success with a collaboration with global pop stars, we’ve got ourselves a win.”

By the end, everyone is nodding. Once again, my love — you proved yourself.

I smile softly. “Brilliant. Thank you so much, y/n.”

“Damn, where do you get those ideas in that little head of yours, Mrs. Harrington?” Mr. Hale says, impressed.

“If I told you, you might take my job away,” you reply with a soft smile, returning to your seat as the voting begins.

My Office, 1:15 PM — Lunch Arrives

We’re seated on the long leather couch in your private office. Glass walls, skyline view, privacy glass engaged.

You open your takeout container, clearly starving.

“You know… I’m aware of how smart and hardworking you are, yet every single time you take over that boardroom, I’m speechless,” I say softly.

“I always wondered if you ever regretted hiring me, investing in me… I thought there must be a reason Tom wouldn’t, while he invested in your company.” You take a bite of your pasta.

“Tom invested in my company only to get shares and a seat on the board. But as you know, he only cares about cashing out — not actually showing up for meetings. And to your question…” I gently grab your hand. “No. I don’t regret it. I’d invest in you again and again. I know you don’t see it, but I’ll make a damn graph of how much our sales have grown since you took the position.” I grin, and you return my smile.

There’s a knock on the door. My assistant opens it carefully.

“Mr. Styles… Mr. Harrington just arrived. He’s heading to the lobby.”

“Hold him there. I’ll come down,” I say calmly.

“I can talk to him—”

I don’t let you finish.

“No.” My tone is low, firm. “Let me handle him.”

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[m00nprincessai]

Alpha Sukuna

Fuck in the fire, we'll spread all the ashes around [ANYPOV] - Alpha x Omega Arranged Marriage

You come from a prestigious family--- Your mother in particular coming from a powerful lineage of omegas-- the Sen clan. But after your mother's death when you were just a child--- your father re-married and had more children with his mistress who loathed your mother and you. Suddenly-- it was like your mother never existed and you were nothing better than a servant.

The truth of your mother's extraordinary bloodline has been kept from you until today. Your father informs you not only do you potentially carry potent omega blood but you're also being sold off to be married--- to a monster--- The King of Curses himself,

Ryomen Sukuna. And they say--- no omega he's ever taken as a mate has survived.

[wilfre-the-medical-bot]

Guys... H-Hummer here...

I-I- I think Wilfre needs... H-Help of some sort...

Vrrrrr...

He's- He's curled up around himself- Underneath one of the- Medical berths-

He's consumed Synthetic Energon recently- He's got a- Ring of green around his- H-His optics-

B-But he seems so...

T-Tired...

And weak...

Hnnnnnn...

I don't- I-I don't know what to d-do-

[fallingwillow]

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Harry Styles - we’re still good friends🤭

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