#Not glamourizing- just projecting n shit

[green-alien-turdz]

Lazy af drawing wit fukin stock photo backrground. It's okay to start booing

[meiieiri]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩 [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: toji will never forget the first night he spent away from the zenin clan and the day he met you.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: saw you in a dream, timeless | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse but generally pretty much a fluff fic where toji and y/n meet for the first time. | a/n: finally launching my little love project called “hidden inventory: the lost tapes”! 🍒

Now isn’t this just perfect?

Toji’s is just one inconvenience away from just going back to the Zenin clan with his tail between his legs. First, he underestimates just how expensive living in Tokyo is so, with what little pocket money his emotionally distant mother gave him before he left the estate, the first thing he does is spend it all on a girl — in broad daylight — he’s heard his brother, Jinichi, talk about those cute little call girls that crawl the streets of Kabukichō with flyers in their hand for thirty-minute “massages”. Naturally, as a young man who is only first experiencing the carnal joys the city has to offer, Toji was curious and he took the bait.

A bait that cost him ¥30,000 and the girl was unfortunately sloppy at best.

Now, he doesn’t have money to buy so much as a soggy red bean pancake for dinner. He doesn’t know how long he’s been walking around this dingy part of Shinjuku but as long as the red light district’s trashy ambience is distracting him from the growling of his stomach, then, he’ll stumble around this hellhole until morning.

“Ha! You won’t even last two minutes out there!” That’s what Naobito Zenin, the head of the clan said to him when he left. “Only two things await you when you get out of here, either you’ll die hungry or a cursed spirit will get to you first — either way, you’ll die with your eyes wide open with no one!”

Overrun by his thoughts, Toji doesn’t even notice that he accidentally intruded on a random cockroach and curse-infested alleyway that apparently belonged to some junkie who is now angrily telling him to get lost. “I was just looking for a place to sit down,” Toji scoffs. Weren’t they both bottom feeders in this city? Why was this rancid-smelling meth addict acting like he’s any better than him?

“Well, go sit somewhere else, this place is off-limits!”

It was almost funny how Toji thought that the world beyond the gates of the Zenin estate was any better than the shit show he was born into.

He should have known better than to be enticed by the glitz and glamour of living independently from his abusive family who at least had the decency to feed him maggoty rice from the estate’s second storehouse dedicated to prepare the animals’ food. They also gave him shelter, of course, he’s had to live in the Zenin estate’s shed for a while now since his father discovered he was born useless without an ounce of cursed energy. But at least he was warm, and the termites made him feel less lonely.

He continues on in his aimless quest. The night is still young. There’s plenty of time for self-depreciating introspection.

Hopefully, that grade three cursed spirit that’s been following him around the block for a while now gets to him first before the rain does.

“That guy over there,” your coworker whispers to you from the cash registers. “He’s been there for a while now and he hasn’t ordered anything.”

You look up from your pocketbook, your eyes curiously trained on the rugged looking man whose eyes were downcast, trained on the service water he requested from the counter when he came in. As if he could feel a pair of eyes on him, he looks up, and glances your way for a bit but you quickly hide your face behind your book.

“He kinda looks like trouble, no? Shady too, just look at the scar on his lip…”

“It’s not fair to judge someone like that, Rika-chan,” you whispered to your junior, turning to arrange the menus, painstakingly wiping each one clean with a cloth dampened with sanitizer. A small smirk appears on Toji’s lips at your passive defense of his character and as if to goad you on, he drums his fingertips against the table daring you to say another word. “Anyway, I’ll handle closing the shop tonight. You need to get home since you have class in a few hours.”

That seemed sudden. Rika looks at you funnily before shrugging off her apron in favor of her raincoat. “Well, alright, if you insist. Should I clean up the kitchen at least?”

“I’ll handle it,” you give her a thumbs up, waving her goodbye as she leaves through the backdoor. Now that you’re alone, you could hardly stop yourself from glancing at the mysterious man, and Toji himself wonders if his presence here is starting to turn into a nuisance. You were probably waiting for him to step out so you could close shop for the night but it’s raining hard right now and there are no other places open nearby to take shelter in.

The chair’s feet screeches against the wooden floorboards and you head to the restaurant’s kitchen. Toji stares at your retreating form, looks like he overstayed his welcome. He searches around for a few coins to give to you for your hospitality, of course, it probably doesn’t mean jack shit, but you must have known he didn’t have enough money for a meal when he came in here. You would have realized that immediately. But you allowed him to stay regardless.

You return a couple of minutes later with a bowl miso soup with ginger pork gyoza and shredded cabbages. You set the bowl down in front of him and Toji is thoroughly taken aback, he looks at you dumbfounded. “I don’t have any money,” his voice comes out a little gruffly but you barely flinch at the sharp edge of his tone.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Refilling his water, you explained that while you could have easily stuffed those leftovers back in the freezer, customers wouldn’t want to eat frozen food, so, you decide to heat these items up to give to him instead. “Oh,” Toji answers a little dumbly. “Or you could have thrown them out.” He stares at the sumptuous meal in front of him. Even in the Zenin estate, he never had such good food laid out in front of him before and it was surreal to see a stranger do the things his family should have done for him.

You return to the counter, leaning on your forearms as you engage in light banter with him. “You’re saying I should feed rats over people?” you chuckled, sitting back down, smiling softly when Toji gingerly bringing the bowl of miso soup to his lips, the rich earthy broth warming his throat that he lets out a content sigh.

He smirks at your little remark. “I’m saying you shouldn’t make a habit of feeding strays.” He polishes his soup bowl clean within minutes and you have to remind him to slow down every now and then as you watched him eat ravenously. “You never know when you could get that dainty hand of yours bitten off.”

You blushed pink at that. He was right, being too generous could cost you dearly one day but being the altruistic soul that you are, you’ll probably continue to be graciously selfless despite the risk of being taken advantage of. It’s just how you are as a person who believes that a little kindness can make the world better than it was yesterday. “I…don’t really know about that…whether I get bitten or not by the people I help isn’t really something I can control. The world would be better off if people just learned to be kind to one another.”

Toji hums at your naive countenance, folding his arms over the table. The room is silent for a few minutes save for the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. “You’re kinda dumb, aren’t ya?”

“And you’re a pessimist,” you answered, quirking an amused eyebrow at him. “Who doesn’t even know how to say thank you.” You stand up to clear out the table, a teasing glint in your eyes as your curious orbs collide.

Toji scoffs, leaning against his seat, crossing his legs. At his reluctance, you shake your head, giggling softly. What an infuriating interesting guy. Toji hears the rushing of tap water from behind the counter and he smiles inwardly. The rain begins to slowly stop and he takes this window of opportunity to leave.

You don’t even try to hide your disappointment when you come back to the dining room only to find it empty, the stranger having left nothing in his wake — not a goodbye, not a thank you, and certainly not his name — except a single rusty five yen coin on the table.

Clang-dong!

“Hello, welcome—“ You stop mid-sentence. Your throat constricting with a mix of emotions, the most dominant one being joy at this happy chance, you’d recognize those sharp dark green eyes anywhere despite only first seeing them a week ago. After all, they looked so dangerously beautiful under the dim light of the dining room’s ceiling lampshade. “—back. Welcome back,” you smiled brightly at Toji.

Toji nods, his hand coming up to cover his lips as he coughs once. “Thanks…ah, right — shit, where is it?” After rummaging around his parachute jacket’s many pockets, he finally takes out his wallet and you look at him, bewildered, when he hands a few hundred yen bills to you. “For last week. Sorry I couldn’t pay you back then.”

“It’s fine.” You take his larger, calloused hand and return the money which Toji responds to by stubbornly placing it on the table.

Toji pinches the bridge of his nose when you playfully return the gesture by rolling it up and placing it in his jacket pocket, buttoning it. “Look, it was real nice of you to treat me back then, but I’m not a charity case, alright? I just wanna pay my dues.”

“Then, a simple ‘thank you’ is enough.” Toji just couldn’t understand you. You have absolutely no reason to be nice to him, but you are. For a moment, he begins to fall into the enticing thought that maybe life outside the Zenin estate won’t be too bad after all if there are people like you still around just waiting at random corners to be found in joyful happenstances such as waiting out a storm at a random family-style restaurant over a heartwarming serving of miso soup with tender pieces of gyoza and cabbage.

Relenting, he smirks at you, unable to figure you out. “Thank you.”

“Anyway, need a table for lunch?” you smiled warmly at him as you lead him to the table he sat in a week ago which you now affectionately refer to as ‘his’ table instead of table number four.

Toji nods following your lead and chuckling when you hand him the menu. “Where’s that thing I had last time?“ he oddly flips through the booklet.

“Oh uh…it’s not on the menu actually, but I could make that for you if you’d like.”

“Sounds good.” Toji hands you back the menu. You are just about to scurry away to the kitchen when he calls out to you. “So, do you have a name or should I just keep referring to you as gyoza girl or something?” Embarrassed at the way your knees seem to become weak at his boyish grin, you have to take a few deep breaths before turning around to face him again. “I’m Toji.”

He doesn’t say his last name. He doesn’t feel the need to anymore now that he’s finally closing the door to his past. You nod, noting how the name suited him. It’s brief but strong, muted but loud in its rhythm. Toji. At that moment, you find it impossible to name a prettier sound. After a few excruciating minutes in the kitchen, you come back out with two bowls of miso soup this time around and you sit down on the chair directly in front of him.

“Y/N.”

Toji repeats the melody of your name in his head. “And how much do I owe ya for this, Y/N?”

You shrugged as the two of you dig in, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you chew the steamed gyoza, joining him as he laughs (well, he’s scoffing more than actually laughing, really), his eyes alight with wonder, when you simply say, “Five yen.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

The first time MK learned Yuebei was even a ribbon dancer was when he was doing deliveries and happened to pass by the dance hall, and they were being let out for practice. He recognizes Wukong and Yuebei even in their glamours, and of course gets distracted by their presence. He's super excited to see Yuebei perform for real, especially since she'd take every moment she could to practice while he and Uwkong trained.

He also learns about her asthma during an outing where she spent time at the Noodle Shop while Wukong was dealing with some boring stuff at home. She'd forgotten her inhaler, and when he found it, he flew all the way to Pigsy's Noodles to drop off the little canister with cute tiny stickers all over it.

The Noodle Gang were alle excited for Yuebei's performance and understood her anger. Altho, her dancing troupe certainly expected their most fragile member to suddenly transform into a raging demon monkey with fiery eyes because of the spiders attacking. And she definitely knows self defense, she's Wukong's daughter, and that's a given, so she was able to help quite a few of them escape before she got caught.

Spider Queen actually did a double take when she saw Yuebei, but one it clicked who this angry little monkey was she had the biggest grin. Oh, this was just PRECIOUS to her! Wukong's little girl is as fiery as her father! And wheezing. She should probably get that checked out. When Wukong dropped in (having been waiting with the others for Yuebei's performance when he learned the parents weren'tallowed in the parade) he took one look at Yuebei dangling from a web and immediately went on the attack.

This ended predictably.

LBD also noticed the strange way the web reacted to Yuebei, which is why she didn't move to help her. She was a threat, so she wasn't going to risk it. Not to mention her suffering brought Wukong pain, something she very much approved of. Later on, she'll devise a plan to try to use her, but for now, the girl can just sit and suffer.

Macaque is shook by the revelation that Wukong even had a daughter, but he doesn't have much time before the father-daughter duo are jumping from the mech themselves. Wukong's priority was to get Yuebei safe, never mind his ex being right there! If Macaque wanted to continue this later, he knew where to find him.

Spider Queen does have the grace to show concern and understand Wukong's rage when she later learns about Yuebei's asthma attack. She hadn't meant to harm her. Before that, she gets the ever loving shit beaten out of her thorax. Wukong's little girl had to be hospitalized and could have died. He was not in a merciful mood. SQ was lucky to even be alive, especially with DBK and the rest of the Gang right there as well.

Prev.

Yuebei quickly discovers that she and her dad have been assimilated into the Noodle Gang troupe.

I think one way MK learns that Yuebei ribbon dances is during the "Calabash" episode. Jin and Yin are clearly inside a prop room of a theatre. Now I'm imagining the bros fighting over how to control the calabash projection for MK, only for a certain little monkey to pop in.

Yuebei: "Hey, have you guys seen the box of spare-" Jin & Yin: (*fighting over the calabash, having used all the spare dance ribbons for their planning board*) Yuebei: (*looks down and sees empty Pigsy's Noodles' containers and signs of a struggle*) Yuebei, realising what's going on: "Ugh..." Yuebei: (*readies to kick the twins' butts*) (*cut to after the butt-whooping where MK is free from the Calabash*) MK: "Phew! Thanks for the assist Monkey Princess!" Yuebei: "Don't call me that. And don't mention it." MK: "What were you doing around here any-" (*notices her outfit*) "-No way! Are you a dancer?! Do you kick butt using those fancy ribbon things?" Yuebei, embarrassed: "N-no! I just like the exercise!" Wukong, from the other room: "Mooncake! Your teacher is getting worried! Are you ok back there?" MK: "He's here too!?" :D!!

Yuebei tries to be aloof on the matter, but it's hard when MK has the personality of a friendly dog and is her dad's student. Wukong is happy to see MK and Mei going out of their way to include Yuebei in their shenanigans, even bringing her to the noodle shop for after practice lunch.

I love the details of her inhaler being covered in stickers - thats so cute!! There are sites that sell custom inhaler casings/skins for kids and adults, just a fun little change from the blues and browns.

You know MK gets some friendship points for helping Yuebei out with her kissing inhaler. No matter how much Yuebei tries to hide how touched she is by the action.

Tang and Pigsy go full uncle-mode on the little girl, glamour or known monkey, this is a friend of MK's. One that seems to really like Pigsy's spicier dishes, and knows a lot about Chinese folklore.

As for New Years...

LBD is a callous but calculating villain. She can tell that Wukong's weakling daughter hold some unknown power. A power that makes the witch... uneasy. If a lack of breath is this child's weakness, then LBD exploits it.

The Spider Gang, once they learn about Yuebei's asthma attack and LBD breaking her inhaler, all think its a major jerk move. The kid was already captured and helpless, no reason to break her medicine. In front of her dad no less! Spider Queen in particular is mortified.

No wonder the whole Spider Gang gets launched away Team Rocket-style at the end of New Years.

As for Macaque its more...

Wukong: "Look, I don't care what your problem is with me, but keep my daughter out of it." Macaque: "OUR daughter." Wukong: "Huh?" Macaque: "Wukong, I've seen her perform. That cannot have all come from you." Wukong: (*huffs but doesn't deny anything*)

[whinlatter]

author's note | chapter 5: the flock 🌊

here is the author's note for chapter five of Beasts! this week, the tide's rolling in on the greyback hearings, the press are determined to rock the boat, harry and ginny head for the (metaphorical) lifeboats, and madam pince is officially sick of ginny weasley's shit. all the usual behind the scenes writing notes, headcanons, fic and meta inspo and song choices below, plus a tiny sneak peek of chapter six... 🗞️

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨

[ flock, n.: a number of birds of one kind feeding, resting, or travelling together ]

writing notes and headcanons:

the hearings – this chapter sees ginny forced to zoom out from her own (real) problems and start to confront developments beyond the castles: the trials/hearings, a broader politics and set of questions about justice and inclusions/exclusions from wizarding society, and the role of the media in that society’s political and cultural life. i wanted this chapter to feel like a wave building and building and breaking - narratively, i wanted a false break, with harry and ginny’s reunion, and the actual breaking to be with bill’s speech at the end (jury’s out on that one - also just made the chapter extremely long and a bit top heavy, which i might prune in an edit). but i was so excited to start writing this dimension to the fic more explicitly, because i’m really interested in taking up questions about the kinds of evil and darkness that linger after voldemort’s end, and how wizarding institutions do or don’t confront their own role in furthering kinds of societal divisions and discrimination that helped pre-dated voldemort and have survived him. it’s not that ginny’s personal problems aren’t valid or real, but that what i hoped for in this chapter is to take a step back and put what ginny’s going through into a broader context of a whole society coming to a reckoning. 

the wireless – i’ve taken some creative liberties on the wireless, as we don’t really know how it works (this pottermore page on technology was far more frustrating than it was helpful lmao - if muggle wirelesses have been ‘modified’, are they still running on the same kinds of (muggle) technology, or on magic? how do they work!!!). i decided static must still exist lol, to add to this sensory experience of irritating omnipresent noise ginny experiences throughout this chapter. the lil opener about the shipping forecast i’m so attached to is a bit of a love letter to this very strange british radio tradition (i really recommend listening to a sample one, they’re so charming), but i liked it also as a window onto a possible touchpoint between muggle and wizarding society that the wireless itself symbolises. young ginny’s question to arthur about sea monsters causing waves, and arthur’s response (“there doesn’t always have to be a monster, you know. Sometimes, there are other things to worry about”) is me trying to play with ideas about wizarding hubris that young witches and wizards internalise but which prevent wizarding society from seeing its own blindspots and points of ignorance. also the shipping forecast is foreshadowing for the rest of the chapter lol (forth is the oceanic region nearest hogwarts; lundy is the region nearest cornwall, where bill’s from. don’t worry i think i’m obnoxious too)

on bill weasley – bill is probably my favourite weasley after ron and ginny. he could be a really nothing character, but instead he’s quietly a really strong and reassuring presence who is clearly widely admired and who has these really loving close relationships with other great characters. he’s empathetic and highly observant, he’s got a sense of humour but also knows when to be serious, and he takes his responsibilities to his parents and to his siblings very seriously. but he’s also got this other streak - ginny think it’s him being drawn to ‘glamour’ and ‘adventure’, but i see it more as him having a bit of a capacity to surprise, an edge, a real audacity, strong sense of self, and a belief in his own convictions. that neither bill nor charlie followed arthur into the ministry is i think very revealing of how the weasley siblings grow up seeing through the political institutions of their world (and what makes percy’s arc all the more heartbreaking). 

bill and remus – this is such a personal obsession of mine lol, being a big fan of both bill and remus as characters in their own right, but i think bill and remus’ interactions in canon are small but really meaningful, and speak to two characters bound together in some way, even before bill’s attack. obviously they’re both young(ish) men in the order, reasonably close in age (at least, less than the age gap between remus and dora), and they both often play similar roles within the larger group of resistance fighter, including as peacemakers (to molly in ootp over percy, and to ginny in DH during the evacuation), and sage guides to the younger ones (remus examples too many to name, but on bill i’m thinking of him advising harry in pre-gringotts, sheltering ron after his desertion). they also, canonically, both have an interest in these questions about politics, beings and beasts the place of other species in the wizarding world, actually discussing the goblin Q together with arthur in ootp (remus on goblins: “if they’re offered freedoms we’ve been denying them for centuries they’re going to be tempted [by Voldemort]”) then, of course, after bill’s attack, remus is both a source of information and experience in the immediate aftermath, and has previously shown an interest in comforting victims of werewolf attacks and other wereolves (ootp in st mungo’s). i think they also have a mutual respect and quite a warm friendship, only glimpsed very briefly through harry’s narration. when mad-eye is killed during the seven potters rescue, it’s remus who consoles a crying bill at the burrow (‘Bill’s voice broke. “Of course you couldn’t have done anything,” said Lupin.’) remus knows bill is upset and offers to recover mad-eye’s body with kingsley to spare bill the task, but bill is insistent he wants to go, and the two of them agree to set off alone together. bill also seems to know about remus trying to leave tonks, and knows when they’ve reconciled: ron passes the info on to the trio through bill. then ofc when teddy is born, remus and bill have that lovely moment where bill’s trying to get him drunk to toast to his son’s birth when remus is absolutely elated. i think remus’ experience as a fellow victim of greyback, their age gap and remus’ credentials as a young man who fought in the first war would mean bill would both look up to remus a great deal and would motivate him to do right by remus in death.

bill and ginny – ginny’s admiration, even reverence, for bill, comes through so strongly in canon (harry even seems faintly amused by it, as it borders on hero-worship - “Bill doesn’t like him either,” said Ginny, as though that settled the matter, in OotP). i think if fleur had been with any other of her brothers, ginny might have taken her arrival better. little ginny wants to be charlie, but she also really admires bill and will follow where he leads (👀). bill sticking his neck out will (we’ll see) have big consequences for his family and for ginny. all i’ll say for now is that i think it means a lot that ginny spends this chapter trying to shield bill from the horrors of the greyback hearings, and then he takes her surprise and walks straight into the fire.

on the montgomery family - i wrote much longer versions of all the testimonies drawn from canon here (the montgomery family, parvati on lavender, bill on remus and his own attack). The montgomery family only get a brief mention in HBP, the two sisters whose little brother died after being attacked by greyback, and writing from the perspective from the parents of that child was honestly horrendous. i had to cut a lot of it down because it was just actually horrific and much too sad, too early in the chapter. but yeah sorry writing this chapter really made me realise how fucking awful the greyback stuff is. truly truly not children’s book shit lol

on parvati and lavender - i wanted parvati’s testimony about lavender to address the severity of her injuries after the attack, but it was also important to use this speech as a chance to explore how this friendship feels for those two characters. Harry’s narration is that of a teenage boy - he’s friendly with them both, but not close, probably has a bit more time for parvati than lavender, and he’s largely uninterested in both girls’ inner lives (and tends to dismissive them as silly, girlish and giggly). so it seemed important to explore their friendship as something rich and meaningful, and to put forward a version of lavender that, while shaded by her canon appearances, gives her a more well-rounded and kinder character assessment than the narration in canon ever affords her. hermione looking up to the dormitory steps as she listens to them, ginny and luna holding hands during - girls processing their friendships 2k23 babyyy 

on hermione and ginny – as discussed in the last author’s note, this is me playing with how to write conflict between two female characters that’s true to their characterisation and their relationship’s dynamics, but that also has them both coming from a reasonable and understandable place but both exhibiting unhealthy coping mechanisms. ginny is avoidant, using humour, denial and distractions, and fiercely protective of the other gryffindors, trying to shelter them from exposure to too many emotional triggers. without spoiling anything, hermione has a different perspective; she wants all the information possible, she’s very interested in these questions of how this society will or won’t change, and the prospect of reform (she also, of course, has had her own traumatising run-ins with greyback), but, as ginny, harry and ron can all see, she’s not taking care of herself - she’s not allowing her any respite from the traumatising news cycle, and she’s also clearly showing signs of distress, isolation and PTSD, particularly the absence of harry and ron (especially ron, our real hero in this chap). i’ve found it so fun but challenging to write ginny’s pov when personally i’d probably be much more like hermione (want to know everything and obsessively follow the news lol). i really care about trying to write this arc in a way that feels fair to both characters.

on harry and ginny – i finally let them kiss ok!!! and i even gave harry a semi (sorry). those two just write themselves. it was very very important for me in this chapter to have the two of them thinking together about the world around them, as well as providing each other with forms of emotional support that are valuable to each of them (quiet, careful, lots of physical contact, not overstepping or overreaching, balanced out by laughter). ginny is better practiced at this: harry is still learning, though he’s getting there. what i hope i’m starting to show is how these two people go from teenage sweethearts to two people in a marriage and a partnership. (also how do you know ginny’s in the grounds a lot in the mornings harry??? hmmmmmm???) also harry potter loves the sea it’s canon and he also has no chill and definitely would pick out a little seaside house for them both tomorrow if ginny let him. love u hjp miss writing your narration where i could take for granted that you’re very selectively observant and have you slowly realise things. ginny is too observant i have to work much harder to cultivate her ignorance lol

on ron and ginny – i really feel like you can tell in their parting conversation that i’ve been binging succession lately. the surprise at ‘love you’ is pure roy siblings without any of the you know, deeply-fucked-up-ness

on st andrews/anstruther/scottish coastal destinations – how does ginny know these places, indeed? a story for another time… (we’ll get there)

on arnold – ok confession time: i forgot about arnold when i mapped out this fic. wrote a ginny pov fic about magical beasts and forgot her literal pet. in my defence, on my re-reads i was always just thinking like, what is the point of arnold. also what tf happens to arnold. is arnold one of the fallen fifty? we do not know. (...) at a certain point, though, i realised that arnold is just like, a dumb fun pet an adolescent girl gets to play with, and that’s kind of the point. joy is worth something in its own right. so having remembered he exists in canon lol and had that realisation, i’m happy with how he’s ended up in this fic finally lmao. the story of his handover is still to come, but for now just to say i really like the idea of little bea taking ownership of ginny’s pet, this symbol of innocence and fun and happy girlhood. 

on chapter titles – this one is for my jonathan livingstone seagull fans (👀 again…)

reading list:

on bill weasley: 

up and down and barely made it over by cosmicwritings

Harbor by @greenhousethree

on postwar justice and trials:

castles by @pebblysand

on the sea:

Harry and Ginny at Shell Cottage (meta)

on neville and ginny's friendship:

Ginny and Neville: A Friendship Forged in Fire (meta) by @greenhousethree

on lupin among the werewolves:

It's Just What You Do To Get By by @evesaintyves

songs for this chapter from the playlist:

to anyone who has reached out to tell me they’ve been listening to the playlist - you are all the loves of my life and i could kiss you. i spend an indecent amount of time picking songs out for that damn playlist, and i really used this week’s to get me into the zone for writing different sections, so feel very attached to this chapter's song choices (also it includes one of my all-time favourite songs, nobody else will be there, by the national, which is an immaculate and underrated hinny anthem and maybe my favourite love song in the world)...

house by the sea by moddi | a hidden life - james newton howard | blood bank by bon iver | the tree, the beach, the sea - max richter | the rip tide (ber-abq version) - beirut | the beast - laura marling | funeral - phoebe bridgers | beach baby - bon iver | nobody else will be there - the national | lost at sea - rob grant, lana del ray | what he wrote - laura marling 

and a tiny sneak peek of chapter six... ❓❔⁉️

MEET THE WEASLEYS: THE WIZARDING WORLD’S MOST OUTSPOKEN - AND CONTROVERSIAL - FAMILY  William ‘Bill’ Weasley may have made headlines after his recent pro-werewolf testimony before the Wizengamot. But Bill’s not the only Weasley unafraid to ruffle some feathers. Get to know the notorious family who are no stranger to scandal, with the Daily Prophet’s handy pull-out guide, Which Weasley?  

[twisted-tales-told]

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Chem girlies unite<3

Omg u found my witchcraft ask game

Water magic is a lot of fun because it’s so versatile. You can charge water in the sun, under the moon, speak to it etc. there was a pseudoscience study that claimed it changes the chemical structure and I don’t know if that is true

BUT I will tell you about my personal experience using water in my witchcraft practice:

I’ve found water to be a wonderful amplifier for energy when it’s in its liquid state, a powerful hex/curse tool AND hex/curse breaker in its solid state (ice), and as for steam, oh that’s my favourite form.

There are quite a few indigenous tribes that saw the steam coming off water as a way of carrying prayers up to the creator. Similarly, cultures around the world have used smoke in this way as well.

Shower magic is very cool because when you take a hot shower u can visualize the stress coming out of your body as steam until it’s all gone & I find this to be very helpful both spiritually & mentally.

There’s also different ways of using different kinds of water. Water from snow, water from rivers or from rain. Ocean water vs lake water vs from the tap…it all carries different meanings and traditions.

It’s also present in coffee + tea magic which I made a separate post about.

I love water magic<3.

As for Glamour magic!!! Oh my god I LOVE glamour magic.

Here is my favourite video on glamour magic

(it’s a longer video but Olivia is just one of those people I could listen to talk for hours on end.)

Glamour magic is (in my definition) when you use “beauty tools” aka makeup, jewelry, clothing as tools to manipulate the energy around you.

Some common practices are hematite rings to protect yourself from negative energy, drawing sigils (symbols with intentions) into your foundation before blending it, or colour magic (red for oo I look sexy 2day).

Something I do a lot is I wear headbands to ground me. I put grounding oils into my headbands and wear them so I don’t find myself super frazzled.

I also often charm my jewelry to attract tarot clients to me at work. They’ll look at me and say “oh shit this girl LOOKS like a professional tarot read I want to get a reading” etc etc.

I know a lot of trans witches to glamour magic as well to help themselves feel more comfortable with being perceived in public. (Sigils inside of binders, makeup glamours, sometimes even invisibility glamours etc.

It’s a really cool experience and I think everyone deserves to have a little fling with glamour magic once in their life. Honestly a lot of people are doing it without knowing it.

You’re making decisions with intention already when you style yourself, all you really need to do is spend a little more time with each step, think about what you’re projecting.

[milqueandsugar]

Different MCYTs reacting to you wearing their hoodie/cape/clothing! If you write a scene with any of them please use He/Him pronouns if you can't use those then They/Them!

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

| Ghostbur |

it was common for the two of you to go for midnight walks 

Ghostbur didn’t sleep, and you were a night owl, so it made sense most of your activities occurred after hours 

this night was no different 

okay it was a little different, the weather that was 

it had been nice all day, arguably it was rather hot 

however it seemed that the nice weather was only a facade as the wind and rain were quick to pick up a little after one am 

while the two of you were in the middle of no where

luckily Ghostbur was able to take some cover under a nearby tree, unfortunately it wasn’t big enough to shelter the both of you 

“Oh, Y/N switch places with me, you’re going to catch a cold!”

“And you’ll melt, I’ll be fine Ghostbur” 

“I’ll be okay!”

“shh! I’m not taking a no on this one, I’ll be okay! I have a great immune system thank you very much” 

despite how much you would like to pretend the cold wasn’t causing you immense amounts of discomfort, your body had betrayed you 

you could hardly keep still as your teeth chattered and shiver wracked up and down your spine 

feeling incredibly guilty Ghostbur found himself shedding himself of his sweater

Ignoring the stinging pain of the water splashing against his skin he wrapped his sweater around your shoulders

“Huh?”

“If you aren’t going to switch places with me I’d rather you be warm”

you let out a little chuckle and slip the dampening sweater over your head, it fit almost perfectly on you, a little loose in the sleeves but it was nice

Ghostbur thanked the gods that it was so dark out and you couldn’t see the blush overcoming his face, he never knew how good you looked in his clothes before, he should give you his sweater more often

“Thanks ‘Bur”

“Y-you’re welcome..!”

| Punz |

you had always been a fan of the merchants jewelry 

the golden chains and ocaasional gem stones always captured your eye 

and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit jealous 

luckily enough you were friends with the man, so surely you could jsut ask to borrow some right? 

his fit of uncontrollable laughter was enough to shatter your heart, let along the words that followed it 

“You want to what?” 

“Wear your jewelry! There’s a ball coming up and-”

“AHAHAHA! You’re kidding me right? You want my jewelry?”

“Well I’d return it of course-”

“Sure you would, Y/N, sure I’d let you borrow them” 

“h-huh? Really?”

“- with a price of course”

You’re face dropped as Punz ran one of his hands over the rings on the other, taunting you 

he had more shit then he’d ever wear! 

he doesn’t even like them! All he does is complain about the ‘hinderances ’! 

In your humiliated brooding an idea suddenly came to mind, well, more of a scheme then anything

“How about I challenge you for them?” 

“Oh?” 

It didn’t matter what the challenge was

Nor did it matter whatever silly rules Punz made before hand 

what did matter is that you absolutely crushed him, and now not only was he driving you to the ball, he also had to lend you whatever jewelry you desired 

Knocking begrudgingly on your door it didn’t take long for you to answer and when you did, oooh boy

The way the gold glittered in the moonlight, the rings decorating your fingers, slightly to big for you 

You’re glamourous suit, he could’ve sworn he had died and went to heaven 

“Ready to be my personal driver?”

his words fall flat as he opened his mouth to retort, all he could focus on was... well you 

“Punz, you okay?”

“You look so fucken hot” 

“PUNZ!” 

| Awesamdude |

With Sam’s work as the warden, he didn’t have much time for self care 

let alone house care, and the neglect showed

deciding you could no longer allow you’re friend to live in such disrepair you had taken it upon yourself to clean up after him 

he did so much for you and the rest of the server, he deserved to be taken care of as well! 

That’s how you found yourself spending your days organizing through the mans chests, files, even keeping his garden up to date

no plant went unwatered, no cobweb left up for more then a day 

and although he insisted you spend your time on your own projects it was easy to break him down 

being a warden was hard work afterall, in his defense he was exhausted when you came up with the idea! 

Eventually you’re cleaning spree lead you to his bedroom, a place you seldom enter to respect his privacy 

that being said the glimpses you caught of it were horrific. how he didn’t catch some sort of sickness was impressive, though certainly worrying 

You had just finished clearing the floor of loose trash and clothes when you began to fold what you hoped was clean laundry back into the drawers of his dresser 

soon enough however you had stumbled upon a crown, one of his older ones seeing as there were many a redstone stains and gouges in its still shiny surface 

maybe it was curiosity 

more so the boredom of the repeated tasks 

but you soon found yourself taking in you’re figure in his mirror, crown sat above you’re head 

just as you were about to do a twirl for yourself a voice caught your attention 

“It looks good on you” 

“Ahh! Sam! I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d be home so early” 

“Don’t worry about it, I took the day off, seriously though it looks good on you, you should keep it” 

“oh, are you sure?”

“Of course” 

[writingchalamet]

Just On Set

squishybebe asked:

Hii, I love your last imagine it was great thank youu...  Could you do another imagine where you're a singer and Timothee is playing your love interest in your music video, so you guys have to film some cute and intimate scenes...

A/N: I’m using the song ‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna. This turned out a bit steamier than what I originally planned 💖 anyway stay safe and have a good day and thank you for 500 followers!!

It was the second day of filming for your latest music video, you had spent the day yesterday filming your close ups and glamour shots but today you were to be joined by Timothée Chalamet, who would be playing your love interest in the video. You were supprised he agreed to do the project, music videos not really being his fortes, however you had met him a few months prior at an award ceremony after party, and after gushing about how incredibly talented you thought he was for a good ten minutes you expressed how much you’d love for him to be in one of your videos. He somehow agreed and here you are.

Your hands fumbled around in your lap shaking slightly while you sat in your hair and makeup chair, the anticipation of Timothée’s arrival was making you a nervous wreck. “Would you calm down! You’re gonna be fine!” Your makeup artist Kiera insisted, taking a brush to your lips touching them up.

“I know but it’s just nerve wracking, he’s this big talented actor who I happened to run my mouth off to and now he’s coming here to play all lovey dovey with me! And I’m no actor what if he thinks I’m shit and leaves!” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips, with a huff you sat back in your chair throwing a strop in a toddler esque manner.

“Yeah she’s just through here” you hear faintly behind the door before there’s a sudden knock on it. You pull your robe closer around your body, “come in!” You yell, hearing the hinges creak lightly as the door slowly opened. It revealed your publicist and none other than Timothée standing in the door frame, hair styled away from his face in sweeping waves. He gives you a soft smile. “Hello sorry to barge in while you’re getting ready, but I’m really looking forwards to working with you today” he steps forward, extending his hand to you to shake.

You take his hand, his grip was firm but friendly. “It’s a pleasure really, I’m looking forwards to it” Keira teases your hair one final time “there we go you’re done” you lean forwards in your chair and look in the mirror, “You look lovely” Timothée smiles from his lingering stance behind you. “Thank you” you smiled back. “Right well I better go and get dressed and I’ll see you on set” Timmy lenses you a final smile before stepping outside of the room. You rose from your seated position and dropped your robe from your shoulders leaving you in your ‘costume’ for your first shots of the day.

You walk through the halls of the humongous house to the first set location of the day, in the dining hall. Your heals clicking along the hard wood floors caught the attention of Timothée as well as the director as you stepped inside of the room. “My beautiful angel, you look gorgeous, are you ready to begin!” Paolo the director yells across the room striding towards you taking your face into his hands, you had worked with him many times and become very close friends over the years. Your eyes looked in Timothée’s direction and softened from your nervous stance slightly. “I’m ready if you are” You let out a soft giggle. 

Getting into position, you were both seated at opposite ends of a twelve seated dining table, a nice contrast to how close you would become later on throughout the shoot. The producers and runners fixed up a few things in the shot before the cameras started filming. “Ready! Roll music...Action!” A couple of lines of the ‘song begin blasting out from the speakers behind the director. 

 Been waiting on that sunshine boy I think I need that back, can’t do it like that no one else gonna get it like that.

You sat across from each other, two camera men standing by each of your sides, catching each of your nuances. Your head lifted and you directed your eye-line towards Timothée, his eyes meeting yours at the same time. You tilted your head the camera moving forward to catch your actions more closely. Timothée’s hands lay down on the table before his chair screeches, pushing it back, so he can move into a standing postition. Your takes a more wide angle shot as you sit up straighter in your chair. Timothée straitens his tie, the camera getting a close up shot of his hands working on the material around his neck. ‘CUT’ The music stops rolling and the camera men roll their cameras back into the original positions.

“That was beautiful, you both look sexy and fierce I love it!” Paolo shouts from across the hall. You giggle shaking your head you look up and see Timothée sharing a laugh also. “Are we ready to move on or do you want to refilm anything darling?” His precocious mannerisms always made him so much easier to work with, “no I think we got it!”

So I argue, you yell, but you take me back, Who cares when it feels like crack, boy you know that you always do it right

“Action!” The music blares through the speakers once again, and the camera pans out on Timothée striding towards you, you casually play with one of the diamonds falling from your ear, a smirk placed on your face. Timothée reaches you, standing behind your chair, one of the camera men moves to the other end of the table where Timothée once sat and the other stood next to you getting the close up. Timothée’s arms encased you, one travelling slowly down your body and the other moving around your neck and shoulders, he leaned down as if to whisper in your ear, leaving a kiss at the connecting part of your jawline. Your head rolled to the back of the chair. One arm lifted to caress his face whilst the other raised to hold the one around your chest. You both leaned in lips grazing, your eyes fluttered shut.

“CUT! Ugh I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Jesus you two are hot!” His strong accent only made you laugh harder. You pulled away from each other, sitting up straight again in your chair, Timmy was leaning on the back of, you look up to him and give him a shy smile which he gladly returned.

“Right so your next shot in this location is the steamy make out session where you get to throw her around the room a little Timothée, okay, and then we’re done with this location! Okay, shall we take 5, get some air before the sex tape comenses okay darlings!” Paolo expresses every nuance with his hands flying all over the place and the over extended enunciated words. You nod towards him raising from your chair and walking towards the refreshments table for a bottle of water, Timothée follows persuit, opening a bottle and taking a big gulp.

“How are you finding it so far? Are you enjoying yourself or are we putting you off music videos completely?” You quiz the green eyes boy before you. He smiles brightly before nodding his head.

“I’m really enjoying myself, it’s a beautiful location, and Paola is hilarious and my scene partner isn’t horrible so what’s not to like” he jokes, you hit his arm jokingly shaking your head. “No in all seriousness, I was quite nervous coming into set today, I know that being in music videos can be seen as quite gimmicky, but I think that after people see what we’ve done here they’ll love it” your eyes light up and your heart feels like it’s skipped about ten beats.

“Okay darlings, time to rock and roll!” You whip your head round at the sudden boom of Paolo’s voice re-entering the room, and move back towards the table.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy take it on back boy, take it back all night , just take it on back, take it on back

“Action”

Timothée’s arms come around under your bum lifting you into the dining table, you leaned back arms spreading out across the span of the table back making the perfect arch. Timothée leans forward placing kisses along your jawline and shoulders, the camera draws in close to your face capturing your mouth fall ajar and a gasp fall from your painted red lips . The camera followed in an extreme closeup shot as Timothée’s hands travelled down your heavily jewelled body down to your thighs, the second camera caught your head sharply falling back on the beat of the music, your movements becoming rhythmic.

“Cut! Okay let’s move to the doorway!” The music paused, Timothée lifted himself from your netheregions, offering his hands to you to help you down from the table.

You accepted and moved towards the doorway of the dining hall, “okay darlings are you alright for me to position you?” Paolo asked, you both nodded and allowed him to step in, “okay darling, if I can get you to just lean against the doorway with your back arched like this..” he moves you into place, your back arched, one arm delicately placed above your head. He moved one of your legs so it arched forwards. “And then Timothée darling, you slip yourself in hear, oh first take your suit jacket off, there we go. You place one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, oh yes just like that, beautiful, and then one of your legs in between hers, so when you go to ‘slam’ her into the wall she’ll be balanced on your leg and can hold the stance. Beautiful darlings, ready!” He steps away from the frame.

“Action!”

Timothée did as instructed, pushing you back into the wall but raising his leg to keep you steady, the hand on your neck comes up to caress your check before he dives in, his lips touch your with such ferocious force you don’t know if you can keep up, it may have been the tension that had been building up between the two of you all day that had finally been released. Your lips moved against him like clockwork, finery and in perfect time with each other. His arms held a strong grip around you. His lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, your head spun backwards against the door frame, arm lifting to grip the solid wood above your head.

The camera came to a close up shot of your face just as your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering shut. Timothée’s movements were rhythmic against the beat of the music blaring through the speakers. His head lifted once more and he placed his forehead softly against yours, and smiled gently.

“AND CUT! Oh beautiful! Darlings you are just breathtaking to watch!” You step away from each other, your assistant running over and wrapping you in your robe. You grab a bottle of water from the table beside you and take a large gulp. “Do you wanna have a look on the monitor at the shots?” Paolo’s eyes light up, proud of him and his teams work. You nod enthusiastically and move towards the monitors set up by Paolo’s chair, he presses play and you see part of your video finally coming to life for the first time and you’re in love. You have to admit you and Timothée work well together. Each of your movements compliments the other really well, and you both just look good together.

“It’s really beautiful Paolo, thank you!” You pull him into a side hug. “Right beautiful people, go and get ready for your next scene and I’ll see you in the gardens”

The flowers in the garden popped with colour, the grass a vibrant green that seemed to make the yellow in your dress stand out even more. You spot Timothée as you make your way through the gardens and travel over to him. He’d had his hair styled differently for the next shot, looking more slick. He looked handsome, you noticed how much the yellow complimented the green in his eyes. And how his hair styled away from his face somehow made his bone structure that more prominent.

“Are you ready to dance lover boy” you teased as you approached the boy. “I am, I don’t know if you are!” He joked standing up from his seated position, one arm picking up one of your hands, the other moving to your waist to spin you out. You let out a squeal as he dips you to the floor almost, his firm grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from falling. It’s then that you notice the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushes against yours gently, the beginnings of a smile apear on his face.

“Well, well, well darlings! What do we have here! Save that chemistry for the cameras please! At least until the shoot is over! Are you ready to proceed” Paolo wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

Timothée practically swigs you back up almost giving you whiplash, and stands a few feet apart from you. He clears his throat. You nod to Paolo that you were ready. For a moment you had forgotten where you were and what your purpose was for the day, it was only the two of you.

You both walk over into position by the blossomed bushes. The sunlight was bouncing off of your skin warming the surface. “So this is the scene that’s going to be in slow motion baby, so make use of that dress I want you lifting and dropping it and Timothée maybe spin her or something!” Paolo spoke with enthusiasm picking up parts of your dress making them fly around the air.

“Okay ready darlings! Action!” Stepping out of shot back into his chair.

What are you willing to do, Oh tell me what you're willing to do? (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

As soon as the direction was called, Timothée pulled you in close by your waist, dipping you down again this time a little slower than before, the movements feeling more intimate on camera. A fan had been turned on to help with the movement of your dress, you raised your bare leg gently wrapping it around his waist as your back arched, Timothée pulled you up to meet his eyes, two strang hand around your back, you lay yours gently around his neck, one caressing his jawline.

One camera man moves in quickly with a dolly, as you lip sync the lyrics ‘kiss it, kiss it better baby.’

Timothée leans forward as you tilt your head back allowing him to place another tender kiss on the skin of your neck.

“Aaaand cut! Oh that was beautiful!” You were expecting him to take a step away from you but he remained close with his arm draped over your shoulder. A warm tingling feeling surged through your body putting a warm smile on your face.

“Right I want to do one more shot here, just a short one over a guitar riff, just of you being cute” Paolo winks at the two of you causing a deep red to rise to your cheeks, you know he can sense you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your costar for the day and he just loves to taunt you. But honestly who wouldn’t.

Timothée turns to you a sense of excitement in his eyes, “we could possibly do something simple, just like lying down on the grass and have the odd few touches, if you catch my drift” he rambled on some of his words overlapping in places where he spoke too fast.

“I love it, simple but effective” you reply and nudge him with your arms. You move to a more open area of the garden where more sunlight was hitting, and plonk yourself down on the ground. For the second time that day Paolo came and set you both into a position, lying on your side, held up by one arm with one leg straight and the other arched, he positioned your dress in the ‘floatyist’ way possible as he liked to called it. Timothée lay opposite you in a similar position. His close proximity to you made it almost impossible to breath.

Paolo stood away from you, eyeing the finial positioning one more time. “Okay you look beautiful, are you ready?” You both nod, he steps out of frame and takes a seat in his directors chair. “Action”

A guitar riff sounds through the speakers on a continuous loop. Timothée’s hand grazes the skin of your face working it’s way along your body, travelling along your slender shoulders, across your hips and tracing patterns on your legs. You nuzzle your head into his neck and look back to see his eyes boring into your own, you could detail every emerald and amber fleck merging together, the corners of his mouth curve into a smile, he leant in and placed a short but tender kiss on your lips. Unscripted and unplanned, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You could hear the gasp from Paolo behind you.

“And cut!”

Sunlight was glistening through the large windows, pouring into the and bouncing from the crystal chandeliers that hung high on the ceiling in technicolour streams. There was a king sized four post bed covered in white sheets, floating down from each of the posts and draping down onto the floor. The rest of the rooms furnishings were kept simple but still extravagant. The room was bright and vibrant in colour, leaving a nice contrast to your final look of the shoot.

Timothée’s gasp was audible as you entered the room. Then there was silence and you swear all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating out of its chest. You sauntered over and took a perch next to the curly headed boy sat on the bed. Paolo came rushing in with the creative director followed by the large fan ready for one of the shots.

“Are you having fun mr chalamet?” You quiz the boy as he watches intently as the producers and runners set a few things for the shots. “Yeah I am, it’s nice to hang out with yo-“ his sentence was cut short by Paolo clapping his hands in front of your faces, “oh y/n you look breathtaking darling! Now let’s plot through these last scenes, I’m ready to see some steamy intense passion!” Turning on his heals he walks towards his chair.

You shrug your shoulders at Timothée laughing shaking your head quietly. You raise from your seated position and walk further into the room. Timothée stays in his seated position slightly hunched over with his hands casually resting on his knees. You loved watching the shift of Timothée getting into character, going from this bubbly smiley to brooding and smouldering in a matter of seconds. It sent shivers up your spine.

“Action!”

I've been waiting up all night, Baby, tell me what's wrong, Go on and make it right, Make it all night long

Your head lifted on the beat, lips parting. Timothée’s head raised his head slowly his eyes daringly meeting yours. His hands slide up his thighs a few inches where he pats instructing you to come over. You take three steps towards the boy, that’s all it took. Your leg raised and stomped it’s self up on the bed. Timothée’s hands wrapped around the leg sliding up the nylon fabric of the stockings. Your head rolled back on the beat. His lips lowered to press a kiss on the inside of your thigh, your fingers interlaced themselves in his loose curls, stroking down the side of his face.

You lifted your other leg to kneel on the other side of Timothée’s lap before sitting yourself in a straddling position. His eyes flickered down to your neck. Placing delicate kisses along the base as your head gently fell to the side, his hands wrapped around your waist and yours reached back up to take a hold of his curls. His head pulls back and you look into his eyes once more before lip syncing to your lyrics “make it all night long”

“Cut! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful! Do you need a break from all the sexual tension or are we okay to move straight on!” Paolo raised his eyebrows a smirk increasingly apparent on his face. “We can move on” you laugh moving back to lay on the bed for your next and final shot of the day.

“Okay let’s try the fans!” The fans switch on causing all the tulle and silk drapes hanging from the bed posts to float around the air. The flying fabric as well as the rainbow streams beaming through the room from the chandelier really set the ambience in the room, and made it feel almost dream like.

You laughed as Timothée’s curls began to blow in the wind as he edged too close to one of the fans. Paolo almost had a fit until he saw you pull him back towards the bed and fix his curls, gently twiddling them around your fingers putting them into their somewhat ‘disheveled’ style. “Okay there, that’s better” you giggle brushing the final curls away from his face.

“Positions people! Come on I have 5 cats to get home to darlings!” You laugh again at Paolo clapping and snapping his fingers at you taking your time to get into position.

“Okay ready action!”

Ooh do what you gotta do, keep me up all night (all night), Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

With all the tulle and silk flying around the room the camera had a more blurred vision of the pair of you. You laid back on the bed, body elongated against the bed, arms stretched above your head. Timothée began crawling on top of you, placing kisses along different parts of your body as he made his way up. When he reached eye level with you, one of his hands moved like silk against your skin, along your shoulders and tilted your chin up. You raised a hand to his shoulder and pushed him back up slightly this time rising with him.

You both sit up to a kneeling position and face each other for a moment before leaning in on the beat. His long arms encase your body holding you close, while your own wrap around his neck. He draws you in for a kiss, you hesitate for a second just before your lips meet to look into those eyes. His lips perk up into a smile before he presses them against your own. For just a second you completely forget about the world around you, with tulle flying around in the air it made everything feel that bit more romantic. His lips move melodically against your own for a short time before drawing away, but still keeping your close proximity.

You see the camera that had once been in a close up shot of the pair of you, pan out on the dolly and the music comes to a stop from the continuous loop it had once been playing on. “Cut! And that is a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Well done and congratulations miss l/n on another beautiful shoot!” A few of the crew members cheer and you clap along thanking them for their hard work.

The fans are switched off and the silk and tulle gradually float back to their original spots beside the bed. Your assistant comes running over to you with your robe which you gracefully slip over your shoulders. “Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication to this Timothée I really appreciate it, it’s been amazing working with you today” you nod your head to the curly headed boy flashing him a genuine smile, in which he returns.

“It was my pleasure y/n truly, and if you ever have anything else lined up in the future you think I’d be suitable for, please let me know I’d be honoured to work with you again!” He spoke with enthusiasm his hands fumbled in his lap. “Oh of course I would be honoured to have you again! It’s been lovely seeing you Timothée, I hope we can do this again sometime..” your words draw out, longing to stay in his company just a little longer.

“Right well I should go get ready to leave, I can’t exactly walk around town like this can I” you half joked standing from the bed, Timothée joined you and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly looking to the ground. “No, well I mean you could but you might get a few stares” he laughs softly. “Thanks again Timmy, and maybe I’ll see you soon” you turn and give him a brief hug, he says his goodbyes. And just as you’re walking out the door you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!” You turn around to look at the hopeful boy who seemed to have a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Would you maybe wanna go grab some dinner after this? Somewhere where there aren’t any cameras” he smiled cheekily and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh thank god you asked! Yes, let me go and get ready, and I’ll see you in a lil bit okay” you lean forwards and leave a peck on his cheek. Pulling away you see the same gleam in his eyes that you had felt. And a warm buzzing feeling had overcome you, and you couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that had plastered itself all over your face as you walked back to your dressing room. What a wonderful day to shoot a music video!

[shuahoonie]

you. [tom holland] - eight.five [interview excerpt]

A/N: hiya babes, if you clicked this holy shit??? thank u so much??? tbh, you can really skip this so no pressure if you didn’t wanna read it. this is just an full interview article that i wrote just in case you wanted to know more about y/n! 

though I did the small collage above, the photos used aren’t mine!

vanessa’s masterlist | preview | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | 

Y/N L/N: INTO THE LIMELIGHT 

Many seem to forget that celebrities are very human too. As Y/N L/N is the recent talk of the town—by capturing people’s hearts with her charms and impressive acting, she gets candid on her love life, how the limelight practically changed her life and how glamour isn’t everything. 

Y/N L/N, 22, is currently dominating the screens all across the world—especially as Amelia in the hit sci-fi thriller series, Alchemist. The television show follows the story of Amelia and her journey in avenging her father. Amelia was known to be intelligent, resilient, and hard-headed. 

As Y/N eased into the interview, still wearing one of her outfits from the photoshoot, she was asked about her resonation with her character. “I see only tiny bits of myself as her—that being hard-headed and using self-depricating jokes as a coping mechanism,” she answered with a small laugh. 

She added: “Amelia, to me, is someone whom I aspire to be. She’s resilient and not to mention, highly educated.” 

Y/N openly admits that the struggle of trying to book acting gigs became exhausting for her and almost costed her to give up on pursuing her career. She expresses that she has been acting for a couple of years—balancing her education and acting career. 

Y/N tells that she was in her second year of university when she dropped out and decided to focus on her acting full-time. “I was a political science major and at some point, trying to balance uni and acting was impossible. I gave my acting career a shot and there came a time that I thought dropping out of university was the worst decision I’ve made.” 

She expressed that she had spent two years trying to book major projects but ended up being defeated. “I was in a catch-22. I practically threw away my education and I couldn’t even land a stable gig.” 

She thought she possibly made a huge mistake of ruining her future. Luckily, Y/N received a casting call for the show Alchemist. “I still believe it’s pure luck. I’m lucky that I got the part and the show helped me shape my career, however, I can’t deny that I was really close to giving up.” 

“Not everyone with the same dream gets to have this, and I know I should be the type of person who must encourage people to follow their dreams and do whatever makes you happy—which you should.” 

Y/N stressed that luck and privilege plays a vital part in all of this. She believes that people should be encouraged to pursue their studies—whether it’s achieving their high school diploma or completing their post-secondary education. 

When asked about her love life, she seemed rather shy admitting as to what her current status is. Y/N L/N has been rumoured to be dating Marvel’s very own Spiderman, Tom Holland. Although the couple hasn’t confirmed anything yet, they have been spotted spending a lot of time with each other which only leaves the fans questioning what’s the real deal between Tom and Y/N. 

“Yeah, I am seeing someone.” Y/N admits with a soft smile. “People know who he is and frankly, I don’t think I have to explicitly say his name as who I date shouldn’t be anyone’s business.” Her cheeks were flushed red as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Y/N was kind enough to explain that she didn’t mean it to sound so harsh, but she still stands firm with her words. 

As for Y/N and her lifestyle, she openly admits using air quotes that she isn’t the most ‘glamourous’ person out here. “Oh, I might be in the heart of L.A. but I still have the lifestyle of a 20-year-old college student.” 

Y/N talks about she still lives off on caffeine as if she’s still pulling all-nighters for exams and papers. She also talks about there are some days that the only food she has in her cupboard are those dollar-instant ramens or boxed mac n’ cheese. “I buy the most unhealthy things—whether it’s junk food or takeouts— and I’m required to have a trainer for the show, so you can imagine how frustrated she is with my eating habits.” 

“It makes me miss my parents a lot, actually. I definitely took those home-cooked meals for granted,” Y/N laughs. 

Y/N L/N had an interesting way of navigating her childhood and her teenage years. As she is both an American and Canadian citizen, she practically spent half of her studies between each country. “I lived mostly in Canada, basically. My parents moved here in the U.S. for a job during a bit of elementary years so I finished elementary here. We moved back to Canada when I was starting the Ninth grade so I had to graduate high school there. I moved to LA at the start of my post-secondary education—but you know, I dropped out.” 

“It was confusing, honestly, but I enjoyed it. I do miss Canada a lot though, the way of life is really different there and to be honest, if none of this worked out, I would’ve moved back.” 

Before wrapping the interview, Y/N was asked with a parting question: Would you ever do this all over again in your second life? 

Y/N had to think for a while before answering, “Yes and no.”

“Yes— because I genuinely love what I do and I don’t think I would ever trade it for anything else.” She says with pure sincerety in her words. “Also, no—because if it comes to a point that I see that this isn’t mentally healthy for me, then I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for letting me go through that.”

“I guess the bottom line is: I would only do this again if I still genuinely love this job and my mental health isn’t put on a pedastal.”

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Franken-Bat Rises

12 Days of Batmas || Day 5—Ugly Sweaters

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“Uh, Richard? What, uhh, what is that?”

“A sweater,” he says—no announces. He’s clearly proud of something, though for the life of you, you cannot figure out what.

“You sure about that?”

If you listen closely you can almost hear Bruce wondering where he went wrong.

🌟 Once again these are all v. loosely connected. I guess it technically starts with Dick, but honestly you can read them in any order.

🌟 Really the only thing that connects them is the fact that it’s Dick’s turn to pick the theme of their annual Christmas Eve party and he went with ‘ugly holiday sweaters’. They’re having a competition and the winner gets to pick which movie’s they’ll be binge watching that night, so naturally they’re going all in lol.

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🌟 I’ll give you three guesses as to which brother thought DIY-ing ugly sweaters was a good idea.

🌟 Of course it was Richard John Grayson, because who the hell else would it be? Lol…

🌟 He’s always had a weakness for shit like this.

I picture him as being the kid that always went ten thousand steps beyond every time he had to do any class projects and this is just more of the same, really.

🌟 Christmas is already his favorite holiday, if only for the aesthetics.

Snow makes everything look better and Gotham is no exception. Add to that all the lights and colorful decorations and general good vibes/holiday cheer (and the mandatory family time) and *chef’s kiss*

But as lovely as classic holiday glamour is, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love a good ugly sweater. The gaudier the better.

We’re talking pom-poms, tinsel, puff paint, glitter, the works.

🌟 Of course you could always go out and buy something premade, but where’s the fun in that? And if there’s a competition—and given the state of this family there will most certainly be a competition—how can entering something that you got off of a rack be fair?

🌟 So yeah, you’re pretty much stuck making a sweater. Suck it up, buttercup lol.

If you’re resistant to the idea at first it doesn’t really matter as this charming mf knows just what it takes to bring you around.

Doesn’t matter if it’s honeyed words, kisses, or straight out bribery with actual cash money—he’s not above any of it lol.

((Though I would hope it would never come to such an extreme point; he’s a sweetie that never hesitates to give you the best of everything, so the least you can do is indulge him in this, I think.))

🌟 Your living room looks like a Michaels threw up in it by the time he’s got everything laid out.

He loads up on (almost lmao) everything, even stuff that he knows has no business on a sweater.

Dude really doesn’t see the problem with putting legit glass ornaments on a fucking sweater, Richard, bby, no—not everyone’s as freakishly coordinated as your family ;n;

There’s also more glitter involved than what you’ll probably be okay with, but it’s fine. You’ll just be shimmery for the rest of your lives, it’s fine lol.

🌟 Once you get into it, it’ll actually be really fun! Plus you’ll be getting all the smooches and cuddles you can handle for the duration, so there’s also that. It’ll be a grand ol’ time–

🌟 –well that is until you realize that the sweater that he’s opted to use for his creation is actually one of your favorites to see on him and there’s no way to replace it as he bought it several years ago when vacationing in Milan and “–goddammit Grayson, why would you do this terrible thing???!”

🌟 Good thing he’s so fucking cute, yeah?

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“So what’s on the agenda for to-” You stop short as you try to make sense of the monstrosity that your man is so proudly brandishing. “Uh, Richard? What, uhh, what is that?”

“A sweater,” he says—no announces. He’s clearly proud of something, though for the life of you, you cannot figure out what.

“You sure about that?”

He laughs, long and loud, as he finally drops his arms allowing you to see him fully. His ridiculously handsome face is made all the more so by the light flush that his mirth has brought about, and there’s a warm glow to be found in the sapphire of his eyes as he regards you with a crooked grin. You return the sentiment as you reluctantly drop your gaze back to the jumper. Unlike the man that holds it the thing is ugly. Like offensively so. Said offense multiplies tenfold when you realize that it’s actually one of your favorite sweaters to see him in. The forest green material hugs his muscled frame just so, leaving very little to the imagination, not to mention the fact that it’s soft as hell…

For him to have destroyed its glorious silhouette with pompoms, miniature gift boxes, and is that a legitimate glass bulb ornament? This… this is a crime. One against humanity and any and all exalted entities out there in the universe—one of the highest order.

“Hideous, isn’t it?” he says as he shakes the thing for emphasis.

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“More like your expression, sweets.”

You share a laugh at that before uttering a very emphatic “Why?”

“Well you know how we all like to get together on Christmas Eve?” he starts, grin wide.

“Yeah…”

“And you know how there’s a different theme every year?”

“Oh god…”

“I’ll give you three guesses as to whose turn it was to pick this year.”

The sound you make in reply is caught somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. “So an ugly sweater party then? I bet Dames is thrilled.”

“He’s already sent a grip of texts to the group chat, and several to me personally, promising bodily harm if anyone outside of the family ever sees the pics.”

“I second that motion.”

He snorts at that, though he’s quick to agree when he sees the look you’re giving him. “Anyways!” he continues on, “I got the stuff all set up in the front room, so whenever you’re ready we can get started on yours.”

You know exactly what he’s referring to, but you still find yourself asking, “My what?”

“You’re sweater, of course! You cute, silly little goose!”

“Dick…”

This is not how you planned on spending your rare shared day off. You just wanted to cuddle up with him and block out the rest of the world and any semblance of responsibility for the next twenty-four hours. It was the perfect plan, but you can see it slipping further and further away the longer he talks.

“Aww, come on babe, don’t be like that! It’ll be fun,” he promises as he tucks you in under his arm. “I got all types of decorations and snacks and a hot glue gun for that extra bootleg, homemade look.”

He tries to turn you towards the hall as he speaks, but you resist him with planted feet. Ignoring the potent puppy-dog eyes he’s shamelessly tossing your way, you give him a quick rundown on why his little plan won’t work, at least not today. “Okay, firstly hot glue guns should not be lumped in with the ‘fun’ stuff—those things are scary and hurt-y, not fun. Secondly, decorations and snacks are all well and good, but we’re still missing the main ingredient.”

“Which is?”

“A sweater, Richard. I don’t have any I’m willing to sacrifice to the cause and it’s snowing too hard to go out get one.” Thank fuck, you silently amend.

Dick considers your words as he rubs over the stubble he’s been growing out these past few days. Well ‘stubble’ is both too grand of a word and not; part struggle beard, part heavy five o’clock shadow, you’ve never seen facial hair grow in so uneven before. He swears it’ll be more presentable in a week’s time, but for now he—and by proxy you—are stuck dealing with this mildly terrible transition phase.

“Ooo! Idea!” The latter word is punctuated with a loud clap that leaves you flinching from its suddenness. His apology comes in the form a quick peck to your temple before he continues on. “Yes, an idea has been had. Okay, so you know what’s cute? You.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, babe.”

“Ah, but you didn’t let me finish. You’re cute, yes, but you know what never fails to enhance said cuteness? Oversized clothes.”

Oh. Oh no. You know exactly where he’s going with this.

You can tell the exact moment the dawning crests on your face because his smile goes unbearably smug. The expression would be better suited to any of his brother’s faces, though to be fair you don’t really mind it on his so long as it’s not leaving you at a deficit like it is now.

For his part Dick moves past you to dig around in the back of the closet until he pulls out the cursed item. The result of an ‘all sales final’ online purchase, the sweater he produces with a flourishing flick of his wrists is comically large—so large in fact that it can fit you, him, Steph, and Cass in it somewhat comfortably so long as you don’t all try to use the neckhole at once.

…Look. Sleep deprivation makes people do weird things, and you’ve all agreed to never speak of the incident again—not because anything weird or terrible happened, but because it’s funnier that way, especially since Bruce desperately wants to know what the fuck he walked in on that night but he’s too disturbed to ask. None of you volunteer any information, though you do occasionally toss one another a look when he’s around before cackling because you know, and more importantly he knows, though not to the extent that he wishes.

The more sinister part of your mind gets to working then, thinking about finally getting Bruce to maybe possibly crack by showing up in an artfully jankified version of the dreaded sweater. Your thoughts must be showing on your face again, because your man sidles up to you with a devious smile.

“If I told you we could widen the neck enough for both of us to use it and go full on Franken-Bat, would that sweeten the deal?”

“Oh, most assuredly.”

“Then shall we?”

He smirks as you accept the arm that is extended to you without any further protests. Did he play you? Mayhaps, but it’s all whatever. Your quiet-chill-time can wait, for now you’ve got a Bat to break.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 6: They Never Stood a Chance || Baking Cookies

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Look. It was his cheat day, okay?

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lilili yabbay

the8 x reader (angst, vampire!the8)

jun   hoshi   the8   dino

“you make me look at the moon and pray / pray that you’ll look at me”

Minghao has seen terrible things. He’s seen beautiful things, too, and he’s seen things that somehow are both at once and leave him still with a strange feeling in his chest to remember. And yet, of all the things he’s seen in his life, he decidedly likes you best above all. 

Xu Minghao is 327 years old to the day when he meets you. And although he isn’t foolish enough to believe this is fate, or destiny, that he’s lived for centuries just to meet you, he will admit that you seem to have made all that slow-moving time seem quite worth it to him.

In his current identity, current life, he is living in Seoul with a clan of twelve others. The only other member from China, a comparatively fresh vampire at only 150 years, insisted on celebrating Minghao’s birthday. In this life, as in a few previous, Minghao is an avid lover of photography and of wine — two things which, generally, should be meaningless to vampires but ironically make him feel more alive — and so he forces Junhui to a horrifically expensive restaurant on the top floor of a glittering building where he can look out over Seoul and beyond, and sip as much red wine as he pleases until Jun, the toddler that he is, inevitably whines enough that they go home.

Surrounded by all the glamour of this lifestyle, this place; the velvet cushions and silk dresses, the marble floors and city like a jewelry case, you should really not stand out as much as you do. And yet, as you pour Minghao his first glass of wine, he can’t help but be captivated by you. Jun notices, inevitably, even though Minghao’s expression remains as calculatedly cool as ever whilst he gently swirls the wine in his glass. 

“It’s his birthday,” Junhui pretends to whisper to you. Minghao is about to scold him, but all words leave him when you suddenly break into a lovely, bashful grin, and bow your head to him.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is soft, softer than the velvet of the seat he’s sitting on. He can’t even manage to thank you before you’re weaving silently back to your post, his eyes tracing your movements carefully. He forgets all about the wine he had been so excited for, certain that if he still had a heartbeat it would be erratic.

“She’s cute.” Minghao turns to look at Jun, who’s staring at him with an overly-pleased grin and his chin propped in his hand. “I told you it was a good idea to go out for your birthday.”

Through the course of the evening, you come by many times to refill his glass. Other patrons come and go, and Minghao watches the city go through its varying stages of nightlife. 

It’s late into the night, far too late for you to still be working he feels, when you appear at the table not with his purchased bottle of wine, but with a small, decadent chocolate torte with a single tiny candle in the center of it. Jun has the biggest smile on his face, while Minghao can barely manage to remember to blink.

“I couldn’t find anymore candles,” you apologize, taking a lighter from your pocket and lighting the candle. You bow down, eye level with Minghao as the candlelight reflects in your irises. “But one is enough to make a wish, right?”

Jun is the one who begins singing from behind you, and you join in with a soft, imperfect lilt. He only takes his eyes off of you once he closes them to blow the candle out. You place the cake down on his table and give him a playful grin.

“Well, what did you wish for?” You ask, pulling the candle out of the cake.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a secret?” Minghao asks.

“It’s not like I’d have anyone to tell, anyways,” you retort. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Minghao,” he replies, far too quickly. Your expression shows your surprise for only a moment before you’re smiling at him again, your gaze warm. “Xu Minghao.”

“L/N Y/N,” you say, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Minghao traces your movements, baffled by how entranced you have him with even the simplest, most mundane of tasks when he hardly knows you—

“And I’m Jun!” 

Although Minghao’s gaze is sharp when he turns it to the vampire, neither you nor Junhui look in the slightest bit fazed to have ruined his concentration. At that point, you politely excuse yourself, and Minghao doesn’t see you for the rest of his evening out.

That morning, as the sun rises over Seoul, Minghao finds himself painting for the first time in well over a decade. He hasn’t been a painter since two ‘lives’ ago, when he created art under a pseudonym. This one, however, he doesn’t intend to sell.

Minghao keeps seeing you after that, and while Jun and Dokyeom and a few of his other clan-mates like to tease that it’s fate, he still refuses to believe it. He wonders if he’s subconsciously seeking you out, hunting down that feeling he’d gotten the first night — a feeling that made him almost believe he was human again, if only for a moment.

It’s foolish, fanciful, and far too heavy a burden to place on you. And yet every time he sees you, no matter how cold he must come across, you have a smile to greet him with. 

It’s springtime, and he sees you out at a local market buying flowers. He has every intention to pass by you, but you notice him before he can, flashing him a blinding grin that stops him in his tracks. 

“Xu Minghao,” you greet. He shakes his head, laughing as he looks down at you. Every time he sees you, it feels like the first time — and he treats it as the last.

“It’s been months,” he says. “You can just call me Minghao.” You tap a finger to your chin, as if deep in thought, before shaking your head.

“No. Xu Minghao has a nice ring to it. I like saying it.” You adjust the canvas bag hanging off your shoulder, tucking the bouquet of flowers you’d just purchased under your arm.

“Walk with me?” you ask. You tilt your head in the direction of the street and Minghao wishes he could freeze time as the sunlight catches in your eyes, the breeze gently tugging strands of hair from your face. Your skin looks warm, and carried on the breeze is the unparalleled sweet scent of your blood. Minghao agrees, although he knows he shouldn’t. The more time he spends with you, the more attached he’ll become, even if he has every intention of maintaining distance.

He isn’t foolish enough to believe in fate, or destiny — but sometimes he truly wishes he was, because then he could imagine a happy ending for the two of you. For himself.

It all truly goes to shit when he asks you to model for him. Nothing special, really, he assures you, because you look horribly nervous when he brings it up. He tells you he couldn’t imagine photographing anyone else for his next project, and while he can tell that you think he’s just buttering you up he’s never meant any words more in his life. 

And so he dooms himself. He spends hours just staring at your face, your body, directing you; driving you to locations, editing the photos down to the minutest detail until he’s sure he could trace your face in his dreams if he had them. Instead, he stays up all night painting you again, and again, and again, driven mad by his own muse and the desire to expel it before it becomes dangerous.

You don’t know what he is, but he does, and the ache he has at the thought of telling you outweighs the ache at the thought of losing you, although they’ve been inching nearer equality every day. His foolish project doesn’t quell his urge to see you, merely heightens it, until he’s spending nearly every free moment he has trying to communicate with you, or looking at your photos or likenesses in his studio. 

It makes him wonder, of course, what his point is with all this. Even if he loves you, he can’t have you. He knows it better than anyone ever can or ever will, because he certainly has no intentions of forcing you into immortality at his side. Some people may think it’s worth it — given the option even you might, but it isn’t a subject he’s willing to broach or a risk he’s willing to take, no matter how precious you’re becoming to him.

So he comes to a conclusion which may seem heartless and unorthodox to most, but being a vampire he determines it’s pretty much on-brand.

The exhibition is as much of a success as Minghao hoped it would be, even though he isn’t technically involved. There’s a private level above the gallery which Minghao requested be kept dark, and so he slinks around like the creature of the night he is, watching as the crowds gaze at all the photos of you he’d spent hours taking and editing and arranging. He stands in the corner, watching the door, waiting—

You appear, looking more beautiful than ever. As you look around the room, Minghao can’t help but smile at the adorable mix of bashful and proud that you present in your body language, a blush rising on your cheeks and a grin tugging at your lips. He can tell you’re looking for him as your eyes sweep uncertainly over the crowd. He wants nothing more than to go down and sweep you off your feet, show you off to everyone in the room especially with how dazzling you look. It hurts him to wonder if you dressed up just for him, and he shoots down the thought as you begin to move towards the center of the room where the one piece of text has been put up in simple, unassuming text:

you make me look at the moon and pray that you’ll look at me

One benefit of being a vampire is superhuman sight. Every nuance of your expression is as clear to him from here as if he were standing in front of you. He watches as you look around for him once more, somewhat more frantically this time. Minghao feels a pit forming in his stomach as he watches you.

“Minghao,” Jun calls softly, emerging from the darkness behind Minghao. He doesn’t turn until Jun’s hand comes to land on his shoulder, at which point the other vampire gives him a concerned look. 

“Are you sure about this?” Minghao notices how the shadows cling to his friend’s face as he asks that question, and he can’t help but feel that old bitterness rising up in him at the sight. Who was he to tether you to him? What could he offer you but a cold, empty space where a heart once resided and a constant need to run? Minghao casts one last look at you, catching you gazing in awe at the largest photograph of yourself in the gallery, the one that inspired his poem, of you standing on the fire escape of his studio and gazing up at the full moon. Your skin is washed silver, almost white, your eyes catching the light like twin stars. A bitter laugh creeps up his throat.

“Yes,” he replies, turning away from the gallery scene. “There’s no other way.” With that, Minghao steps into the inky darkness and disappears down the backstairs, leaving Jun to watch you, melancholy, for a moment before he follows his clan-mate. 

Faking one’s death is very strange, and Minghao has learned that it does not get less strange with time or practice. If anything, it gets stranger as the lives pile up and one finds they can’t help but run parallel in each one. So many things remain the same: looks, interests, hobbies, clans.

And then so much must be left behind.

Seungcheol raps gently on the edge of Minghao’s doorframe. The Chinese vampire doesn’t grant him permission to enter, doesn’t need to, simply continues gazing out the window and gently swirling the wine in his glass as he’s been doing for the past hour. 

“Are you all packed, Minghao?” His clan leader asks, and Minghao simply murmurs in the affirmative. 

“Finish that up then. We need to get going soon.” With that, Seungcheol slips away down the hall, likely to get the rest of the clan together. Minghao looks at the wine remaining in his glass and downs it all in one gulp, wincing slightly at the bitter burn at the back of his throat. He stands from his chair, nudges his rolling suitcase so it bumps against the doorframe. A cluster of clouds block out the moon, and Minghao draws the curtains shut, walking across his room to join his luggage in the hallway. He turns back to look at his room one last time, and smiles half-wistful and half-bitter at the one object remaining, gently catching the dim light from the hall.

In his next life, he’s decided, he won’t have any need for photography. He closes the door, and disappears.

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When John Met. . .

john mulaney x reader

prompt: you’d loved him for years, before, during and after his fame, but what happens when you close your heart and he tries to win you over? oh, by the way, it’s in front of millions of people. requested: @lundqvistisgod warnings: cursing? kissing? word count:4232 a/n: jesus christ idk why it took me so long to shit this out. it was a beautiful prompt and the idea for the skit came to me from my fave fave fave rom com ever pls enjoy

       You knew you wanted to be a writer, but staring at screens all day with the accompanying hum of machinery is not what you had pictured when you would think of your dream job. It never occured to you that maybe writing isn’t as simple as just “writing”. It had, but of course you were blindsided by the glitz and glamour of the flashing lights you had in your mind when it came to success in your dream career. Writing for Saturday Night Live was a dream… Sometimes. A lot of the time it was constant meetings with producers, stuck up famous people, more writers and interns that didn't know what the hell was going on. But at the same time, neither did you.

       However, there was something off about this draft for next week’s show. It didn’t have a host written in. You looked over your computer to Pete who was also clicking away at his desk. You had come to be quite fond of him over the past couple of years. You were about the same age but you met him when you were also a clueless intern, prime in your senior year of university and he was only slightly more familiar to the studio than you were and just a little bit more outgoing which made him the perfect person to cling onto while you learned the ropes. It didn’t matter whatever you went through, he was there to help and it often saddened you to think of the day he moves on and expands his career without you. It was something you didn’t enjoy dwelling on and out of all the ups and downs you both had been through, you know you’d never trade them for the world.

    One of the biggest issues you’d had that Pete had helped you with was John. Yes, John Mulaney. You’d met him towards the end of your intern years as you were invited back as a full time employee and writer for the show and he changed your life. He gave Pete a run for his money and even caused a little fight between you both while all three of you were first writing for SNL. You had spent so much time with John it drove Pete wild and he didn’t understand it until he drove you to confess your feelings for him. You and Pete knew you hadn’t had much luck with guys or felt so strongly for someone since high school so it was kind of a big deal for you. Alas, it did not last long and you were given the chance to move on as John left the show to pursue his standup career which turned out to be fruitful.

      You remember seeing his shows start popping up on Netflix and then he’d have new ones every now and then, still performing in New York. You even went to see a few a couple years ago. But over time your frequent conversations became, well, less frequent. Every day turned into every week, every week into every month and every month into every year and then not at all. The world kept turning and he had forgotten. 

     By the time he’d returned to SNL to write you’d figured he’d become another washed up celebrity you both used to snicker at. You’d assumed the jabs in his shows were just quips to pander to audiences that were alien to celebrity life and not genuine like they would’ve been years ago. Now he was almost thirty two, much more skilled in his practice and you were closing in on twenty five and still at the same job you started at just with a higher pay raise and a little more creative freedom.

     It pained you sometimes to see him around, to be forced to interact with him. There have been several late nights with your pal Pete where you would just rant about John and how hellish it was having to work with him again. Of course, Pete would listen and offer sage where he could but overall you would do most of the talking. At one point, he asked if you’d even spoken to him to see if your assumptions were true. You admitted you hadn’t. At least not in any way that had been genuine. You worked with him so of course you had to speak with him but not for longer than moments at a time and not for any more than a few words. It was all you’d offer John. It broke you when he left, it broke you again when he changed, something still unconfirmed but you were sure of it, and you couldn’t allow yourself to be broken again. Your fingers flicked the edge of a packet of paper idly as you debated asking Pete for help on the somewhat empty screen plan in front of you. He looked busy, like he didn’t want to be bothered and had better things to do. Besides, you were starting to feel bad about how much you ranted to him. Of course you let him rant to you as well but it was nothing compared to what you needed to let off and you could tell how much it was wearing on him. Little did you know, though, that Pete wasn’t necessarily tired of your rants, he was more tired of being the middleman. John, since coming back to SNL had been coming to him for advice as well. He knew that Pete was your closest friend and wanted to know how to get close to you again so John would go to Pete. They’d exchange emails and text, even going out for a beer a couple times a week all without your knowledge. Well, Pete would have a beer, John would go for the water or tea. If Pete let you find out, he knew just how angry you’d be and how you’d never let him live it down and he’d go down as the traitor friend who let her long time unrequited love just walk back into their lives with no fight. But that’s exactly how it was. Pete and John became really good friends since he had come back and actually found more things in common than just ‘you’. During this formed friendship, Pete learned John actually felt for you. In more ways than he had ever led on.

      You sighed, finally caving in and opened your mouth to ask Pete why there were blanks in the forms when one of the interns walked into the office with a bouquet of flowers. Pete’s eyes quickly looked up from the monitor to the intern and back to you with a questioning look. Only a moment more and you stood. “Um, hi, can we help you?” You said, voice soft. “Yeah, these flowers are for a,” The intern paused to look at the note in her hands. “Y/N.” They looked back to you expectantly. “Oh, that’s me. Are you sure that’s correct?” You asked, doubt lacing your voice as you looked between Pete and the intern. They nodded, showing you the card. Sure enough your name was written in calligraphy and signed, ‘Secret Admirer’. You smiled, furrowing your brows a bit in confusion. “All right. Well, thank you.” You took the flowers from the temp’s arms and set them on your desk, staring at the card.

      “Well?” Pete’s voice jolted you from your train of thought. Looking up from the piece of paper between your fingers you saw his expecting expression. “It’s from a secret admirer.” You laughed, giving the card to Pete. He smiled, shuffling in his seat as he turned it over in his hands. “Someone in the office likes you.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah well, very funny Pete but valentines day isnt until next year.” You turned back to your desk, ready to work again, already forgetting about your earlier question. “It wasn’t me.” His tone was serious. Looking back up at him, his face matched his voice. “You mean this wasn’t a joke?” He shook his head and you returned to your work, noticing your coworker had sent you a couple emails regarding a different project and for the rest of the day, the blanks in the form and the anonymous love had been forgotten.

      For the next week, conversation with John had grown and you realized, maybe, he wasn’t as stuck up as you had previously believed. He was still kind, still funny, and still knew you better than most. But you were still wary, moving farther away when he would get close enough to, what seemed like, hear your heartbeat. Or sometimes he would say something that would edge between friendly and flirty and you’d change the subject, shutting it down before your face could heat up. But even as the interactions frequented, so did the flowers.

       Followed by chocolates, and gifts that were surprisingly personal to you, each coming with a new note that became more detailed over time and by Monday, table work day, it was obvious your admirer was on the writing team for this upcoming Saturday. You smiled as you unveiled the card tucked into the sleeve of the coffee cup before you, which by the way, was ordered to your specific liking. Amused, you turned to Pete, leaning on your desk, reading the note out loud. “I hope you enjoy this special cup of your favorite blend. I’m looking forward to seeing you later today- later today?” You paused, surprised. Pete’s eyebrows shot up as a mischievous grin spread across his face.

       “They must be in the table room for later.” Pete shrugged, leaning back in his chair, biting on the end of his pen with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Must be.” You giggled. “Nice sweatshirt by the way.” Pete said with a pointed look. You looked down and felt your face heat up with the realization. You had bought a shirt online with a reference to one of John’s show’s on it. Despite everything you had claimed, you still admired him and were proud. You were really just scared of getting hurt. “You know it’s nothing to be ashamed of but-“ He checked the time. “We have to get to the meeting.” You nodded grabbing your coffee and the notebook, heading out the door with Pete.

        You were halfway down the long hallway towards the table room when it finally dawned on you. “Oh yeah, Pete, there was a mistake in my forms. Who is the host? The spot was blank?” You asked as he reached for the handle and opened the door. You walked into the room, still waiting for a reply from your friend. You wouldn’t get one. Sitting at the table was two other writers you were not super familiar with and then John. John Mulaney sat at the head of the table. One of the writers turned to you and smiled. “Y/N, John’s going to be our host this week.” Shutdown. Your brain began to shut down. This meant youd work with him more. Every day for a lot longer than just a few seconds. You were so shocked you didn’t feel the hot coffee that was now on your hands as you had squeezed the cup too hard. 

      “Oh, shit.” You cursed, face heating up and the horrid chain of events unfolding before you. John’s face changed from smiling to concerned as he leapt up from his seat to help assist in the cleanup.

    You stood in the breakroom, water from the sink left running as you leaned against the sink while John was applying Neosporin onto your burn. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly, eyes focused solely on the injury before him. “No, not anymore.” You managed to get out. He was so close. Your cheeks felt hot and even though he towered over you, the proximity made him feel small. “I told you, it’s not that big of a deal-“ You were cut off by him shushing you. “Hey, I wanted to help so I’m helping.” You rolled your eyes as he finally made eye contact again. “You’re wasting time.” He scoffed. “Pete and Megan can handle it for a while.” You shook your head and it fell silent. “Nice sweatshirt.” He grinned. “Shut up.” He laughed and your heart clenched in your chest. You loved his laugh. “No animosity. It’s a good bit.” He turned to reach for the bandaid. “Yeah, a lot of people seem to think so.” You said, a hint of venom in your tone.” His eyes shot to yours. “Is there something wrong?” John’s voice has both concern and hurt in his voice.

       “No. Put the bandaid on.” John’s hand withdrew. “No, now I know something’s wrong.” You looked at him and sighed. “You’ve just been gone and you’re different.” You confessed. “I’m different?” You nodded, crossing your arms, flinching and then uncrossing them. He muttered a “Give it here.” before taking your hand again and dabbing it with a cool cloth more. “You left a long time ago and it was hard seeing you go. And then it- you got really really big and famous and soon enough you were just like them.” Your words felt small saying them aloud. His expression was incredulous. “Like them? Like who? Like the people we used to shit on? Y/N, I’m not ‘like them’. I haven’t changed. But every time I’ve tried to show you that since being back you’ve backed away. Pulled away. If anything you’ve changed.” Your head snapped up at him, a ping of hurt went through you.

      “I have not changed. I just don’t know when you’re going to leave again so I’d rather not lead my own feelings on and let you get close to me again just for you to run off again.” Your eyes closed after you finished confessing, only in the back of your mind registering what you had told him.

       “Your feelings for me?” He asked and your eyes opened. “Yes. And I’d rather not re-open that wound if you’re just going to run off again. But thank you, for trying.” You grabbed the band aid from his hands, which were shaking but you were too quick to notice, and left. You left him in that break room with no room for a response or time to register. You didn’t want or care to know his response.

     Saturday finally came and so did the end of working within more-than-close proximity with John. He had talked to you the same amount as the days before, not mentioning what you had told him, treating you just the same and eventually your heart sank at his indirect answer to how he felt in return. But the secret admirer never stopped sending gifts. Another cup of coffee, more flowers, your apartment was filled with them, and more food. By the time your last gift came in today, you marched down to the other writer for Saturday’s episode, Michael’s office to tell him to stop. You knew it was him, especially after Monday. At first it was sweet but at this point you didn’t like him that way and knew you had to tell him.

    You knocked on the threshold and leaned in the frame. Michael’s eyes popped up from his desktop and smiled when he saw you. This was going to be hard. “Hey, Mike, I just wanted to say thank you for all these little gifts but,” You walked further into the room to make sure you two were alone. “I don’t like you in that way. I’m sorry. I just have feelings for someone else and you’re a great guy, and I-“ 

      “Stop, stop, stop. I didn’t send you those gifts.” Michael said, a smile on his face. “What?” He chuckled. “Yeah, those gifts that intern’s been delivering? Those aren’t from me. Thanks for thinking it was me, but they weren’t.” He smiled with a closed mouth before returning to work.

     You left his office perplexed. Who could it have been? Maybe Pete had been doing it as a joke. You would wait until he got off of lunch to confront him and tell him how mean that was but for now there was work to do and a show to air.

      Night fell and Pete returned just as everyone was preparing for places and you nearly stabbed him with your own finger when he got back. “You asshole!” His arms flew up and the couple steps he took back from you were staggered. “What the fuck?” People shoved past as you pressed on. “You sent all that bullshit to me?” Pete’s face turned on a dime as he registered what you implied. “No! I did not!”

      “Do not lie to me, I talked to Michael, he didn’t send them.” You claimed, crossing your arms, brows furrowed so deep you felt like you hadn’t moved your face for ages. “Of course it wasn’t Michael. Michael is gay, Y/N. But that’s not even the top reason why it wouldn’t be him.” You shrugged, throwing your arms and feeling one of them flop to your thigh as your other hand came up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Then who did?” You released the bridge and looked up with a questioning gaze. Pete only returned with an equally expectant stare.

     It registered and your turned towards the cast hallway in horror and surprise. “No.” Your voice sounded distant, even to your own ears. You stood there, frozen, people bumping into you in a hurry as they passed. What was really ten seconds felt like thirty minutes before Pete sighed. “Yes, it was him.”

       “And you didn’t tell me?”

“He wanted it to be a surprise! He told me this is what he was going to do and holy shit, finally. I was so sick and tired of you both secretly pining for each other like, what kinda bullshit is that?” Pete rambled for a few moments before finding your unresponsiveness a little tiring and walking off. Your feet moved you before your brain did after that. Back to your office, to put away a couple folders given to you by some bustling assistants, cameramen or more interns, then they carried you back while the anxiety built up. You came back to see John take his place, an assistant handed him a bottle of water and he took a drink, catching your eye. The director began to count. You smiled and he waved back and they hit five seconds. The audience was in place, you were next to camera man A, aka James to oversee how well the script ran and soon enough, John began hosting.

             His bit ended sooner than expected and he came straight up to you the moment the cameras were off of him. “Was that okay?” He asked, half jogging up to you, nearly chugging the water he was given. “Yeah, you did great.” You nodded, offering to hold the bottle for him but he shook his head in response. Your head was still reeling, not forgetting about the fact he was the one to send those gifts but not knowing how to ask about it. “I have to do a couple more skits before I can bring you on.” He admitted, signaling you to walk with him. “What?”

       “I talked to Lorne and Don. They agreed to let you do a skit with Aidy and I. It’s close to the end and I talked to Inga. She agreed to do your makeup and hair while I go on to do my other ones.” You failed to speak as he explained and all you could do was stutter. “I won’t even know what to say? This is not what we wrote.” You tried to weasel your way out of it. “It’s an improve. You’ll do fine. Kate comes in around the middle so if you start dying she can help.” He nodded with reassurance as you reached his dressing room and opened the door to meet Inga, Louie and Cara. “Oh god.”

     You waited in his room long after he left. His costume changers were also there to help, which you were booted for, but welcomed back in as he went on. They changed you into your costume which fit you surprisingly well. Well cut skinny jeans and a nice shirt. Inga did your makeup to compliment your face and eyes and your hair to complete everything. “I must be one of the normal ones in this one, huh?” You quipped and Inga just smiled which, admittedly, worried you. Just as you were about to dwell on it too much, the door opened and Stella, the girl you liked to call the cue girl, opened the door and waved you out. Your breath was shaky and steps were uneven as you made the trek to the stage. She informed you they had three minutes until the commercial break was over, the musical guest would introduce the skit and they would signal you to go on with John. You nodded adamantly, not bothering to tell her you knew how the show ran in fear of throwing up the moment you opened your mouth. Three minutes passed faster than they should have and right before you were about to ask about them rigging the clock, John came up, dragged you to side stage and whispered “Break a leg.” You smiled up at him and his eyes found yours with a soft look. It felt safe. The musical guest walked onto the main stage and introduced the skit. “New Years Eve” they had announced and before you could think of how odd it was, considering it was August, they started counting you down from behind the camera and it was also only then you realized the room was packed with extras all wearing party clothes. You recognize the scene immediately.       “When Harry Met Sally.” You muttered. The camera guy’s hands counted down from ten as Aidy rushed you into place. “When John Met Y/N.” She said and winked, walking away. “What?” You asked, panic and confusion now flooded you. The room was so crowded and she was gone before the man hit five. Four… Three… Two… One… Everyone in the room began counting down as the music kicked up and the twinkling of party decor littered the set. Your confusion was appreciated but genuine as John approached you. He had the nerve to drag you into this. Your confusion turned to anger and you no longer cared. “Dammit, John, what the hell is this?” You made a vague gesture around the room. It was improv technically, or at least, you could play it like it was. The look in his eyes told you he knew it wasn’t. “You drag me into your crap the moment you come back like nothing has changed? And you sent me all that other stuff like nothing has happened? Don’t you care about me? Because if you did, you’d know you can’t just walk back into my life like that. It doesn’t work that way.” Your heart gasped. You’d said it. “Well, I do care about you. I care about the way you bite your lip when you get real nervous,” He wasn’t.      “I care about how you can never make up your mind whether you want tea or coffee and how, despite claiming you hate me, you still wear my sweatshirt. And most of all I care about how, even after all this time, your laugh hasn’t changed a bit and even after I leave work and go home to my apartment at night, I can still hear it in my head. Away from home, that's what I missed most. And come to think of it, you are what I missed most and it killed me you never knew how much I loved you before I left.” He finished and it took a few moments for the blood to stop rushing in your ears long enough to realize the crowd had stopped counting and you could hear the tail end of the audience’s ‘awe’. “And all this?”       “Surprise.” He whispered sheepishly, coming close to your, his arms coming up to your biceps as you had crossed your arms earlier. “You’re an asshole, yknow that?” You smiled, as he leaned down to kiss you. “Believe me, I know.” Your lips brushed his and he smiled through the tender kiss before pulling away. The audience clapped as you both pulled from each other. You looked around. “Did you plan all this just to ask me out on a skit?” You realized cameras were still rolling. He nodded and turned to the camera. “That’s right folks, you just witnessed an elaborate plan to ask the love of my life out on a date instead of an actual skit. That’s something you just paid money for. Thank you all for watching… “ You turned away from him and the giggling audience to find Pete off stage. You smiled softly at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. He smiled and winked in return. “... And goodnight!” John finished and came back to kiss you more as the credits rolled and the music resumed. Maybe he wasn’t stuck up, but he was right about one thing. Famous people are weird.

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✈️          —          ⌜   𝒿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝒶𝑒𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃, 𝒸𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒, 𝒽𝑒/𝒽𝒾𝓂   ⌟             ↝           

have you heard ? it seems like the heir of the   𝐒𝐄𝐎   was very close to Liam Yu too. they go by    𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋   and they were Liam's    𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 / 𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓. their network is of   𝟖𝟎𝐌   and they’re only   𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄… what a burden it must be. i heard they can be very    𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒   and     𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄   but these last few months, their    𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒   and   𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓   personality has been showing more. the media is sure having a filled day with them! i hope this road trip with friends will help them. did you know that   𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖,  really show their true persona ? maybe Liam was the only one who knew that ..  

hi hello   !!   my name’s julie   (   she/her   ),   i’m twenty-two   &   from europe   !   i’m super excited to be here   &   feel free to ask for my discord if you wanna talk there   !!   🥺🌷  

without further ado,   here’s some info about haneul   !!

TLDR;    oh to be a rich man w/ a fragile ego .. 

*   /      𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌    ;     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 

name:                    haneul seo 

age:                      twenty-three

sign:                     scorpio sun   /   capricorn moon     (   CLICK   )

occupation:                        app developer

sexual orientation:                       bisexual

romantic orientation:                       biromantic

alignment:                        lawful evil 

*   /      𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌    ;     𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

his father is the chairman   &   ceo of a bank,   who got talked into marrying his sugar baby   /   a social climber after getting her pregnant

haneul doesn’t remember much of his childhood.   he just recalls being raised by maids,   as his father was constantly working   &   his mother was Out partying and traveling the world 

his parents weren’t happily married.   his father is a textbook workaholic   &   his mother   (   20 years his senior   )   only got married because she wanted to live a life full of glamour after being raised in a lower middle class family 

neither of them had the time nor interest to look after their son 

which   </3   he would obviously miss his parents,   causing him to throw a whole lot of temper tantrums at his maids 

he was an awful child maybe   ..   FHDSJKFGJFDKS   (   also maybe he Never fully grew out of that   ..   )

aside from that he had a fairly normal upbringing   !   he would cause trouble bc daddy was always there to bail him out,   he got a kick out of blackmailing people   /   getting dirt on others,   &   was overall like those snobby rich popular boys who think they’re invincible bc they never learned what it’s like to face limitations   /   have setbacks in life

but.........   remember how i mentioned that his mother is a social climber   ?   basically all those years ago she convinced haneul’s father not to sign a prenup when getting married aka when she had an affair with another billionaire   &   decided to run off with him,   she also managed to steal all of his father’s money during the divorce settlement   🙈

it...   was honestly a vv hard pill for both haneul   &   his father to swallow,   as they had to file for bankruptcy   &   had nothing left anymore

it was then that liam offered haneul to work for him as a personal assistant,   since they were good friends,   basically saving haneul’s life 

he never truly recovered from his mother’s betrayal,   the entire ordeal leaving a whole lot of trust issues for sure   (   he wasn’t   ..   a vv trusting person to begin with   KDJKSDFDSQ   ) 

working for liam basically made him a little more goal orientated in life   !!   working 9 to 5 made him realize that life is more than partying   &   throwing away money aka he tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his future

eventually he got the idea of developing some sort of new dating app   (   liam being the one who invested in it   &   got the project off the ground   )   

the app was a huge hit   !!   it made him gain his $$$ back which   ..   good for him   <33   

he basically didn’t have to work for liam anymore   KJDKSDFDSQ

*   /       𝖉𝖎𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗   ;     𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

haneul he   ..   has loose morals   LJDKSFKDFKDLSQ

his sense of entitlement is   ..   through the roof   😔   basically no one in his life ever humbled him down 

haneul isn’t the best person around,   especially once you get to know him better   /   see through his facade,   but people tend to stick by his side because he has influence   /   can be charming when he wants to be

like   ..   you never truly know how he’s feeling  HFDJSKFJKDFD

like one moment you accidentally steal his parking spot   &   when you’re like   ‘   oh shit sorry man   ’   he just smiles and is like   ‘   haha bro dw its fine   ’   but then the next thing you know haneul slept with your mother   &  caused your parents to get a messy divorce   ..   SDHJSKFGJKG 

he’s a snake    <333

he literally only looks out for himself   &   if he feels like your muse doesn’t serve a purpose to him anymore he’s like   ..   k bye <3 

*   /       𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌   ;     𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐮

liam   &   him were childhood friends   !!   

haneul highkey saw him as competition   DHJSKQSDFKDFL

literally he wanted to be the best   ..   so when liam was there living his seemingly perfect life,   haneul couldn’t help but feel so much anger n jealousy inside   ??   like he   ..   couldn’t stand seeing other people succeed   /   doing better than him

so imagine his humiliation when haneul was in debt   &   liam offered him that job

he knew he couldn’t say no bc he was desperate for money

but also haneul never stopped holding a grudge for that though   (   even though it saved his life,   his ego was hurt...   😔   )

like he has to bite his tongue whenever people still refer to him as liams ex assistant ...

also haneul was good at his job though   !!   just behind the scenes he was kinda like keeping track of documents   /   info he could potentially use to blackmail liam when the time was right   ??

like liam truly did so much for him   &   haneul just had his head so far up his own ass that he didn’t see   &   thinks liam was out there to get him  

ugh i hate men 

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anyways he likes to pretend liam was his bestest friend   &   savior,   but don’t be  fooled haneul’s only saying that to get some sympathy points   &   using liam for his own gain one last time   </3 

[chillmichelle]

Harry’s a Politician, and Y/N’s a Baker who just happens to support him

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Smut, really filthy

-

Everyone knew who Harry Styles was.

It wasn’t just the fact that he had dashingly good looks, green eyes being able to pierce through metal with a tall stature and a jawline that could cut diamonds, or the fact that he’d graduated from Oxford at the top of his class.

It wasn’t even the fact that, at the age of 18, he’d founded one of the most successful tech companies in London, alongside his partner who he eventually beat out to become sole CEO of the company.

It was the fact that, at the mere age of 25, he had made the decision to run for a position in the House of Commons. And what was even more astounding was the fact that he was projected to win.

But with all of the glitz and the glamour that surrounded him, he’d never had a girlfriend. He’d never had time to find women, and the ones he knew, he was disinterested by.

Only fools were unaware of who he was, and only fools would assume that he wasn’t ready to fill the position rightfully. Although he was significantly younger than most people in politics, he was also significantly intelligent. But with the majority of the public, and the representatives in the House of Commons, saying that he was ‘too young’ or ‘too unqualified’, Harry knew he had to work twice as hard to stand a chance at beating out his opponent.

Campaigning was an important part of any political election. And Y/N knew this.

She’d never considered herself someone that was too into politics, She had her own beliefs, yes, but she was never one to actively like a certain candidate, let alone put aside some of her personal time just to campaign for them.

But then, she found out about him.

He was merely a few years older than her, yet he was accomplishing so much. She remembered the first time he’d stopped by her bakery in London to pick up a cupcake, and remembered the charming glint in his green eyes. She’d been too shy to speak to him, quickly handing him his change and scuffling out of the way, but he was incredibly humble for someone in shoes worth more than her month’s rent.

So when her friend approached her with a flyer she’d plucked off of a bulletin board of a bar, showcasing a campaign event for the man she was so impressed by, she easily agreed to support him in his endeavors. Just because she was practically invisible to him, didn’t mean she couldn’t admire him from afar.

-

“Polls are down by 3% this week”

Y/N’s been at the event for about an hour, and she doesn’t think she's ever been this bored in her life. What she thought was going to be, perhaps remotely interesting, proves to be the complete opposite as she’s surrounded by sorority girls gushing over how attractive he is and arts students from the local university arguing with each other about tax regulations.

She stood in the back of the room, scrolling through her phone absent mindedly as she tried to avoid any attention from anyone. Her friend was chatting, arguing amongst some boys in pastel shirts and boat shoes, and Y/N wants to scoff at how stuck up some of the people look.

Rubbing at her eyes, she sneakily reaches into her purse, pulling out a cake pop to ease the growling in her stomach. She nibbles at the white chocolate, tinging at the strawberry flavoring while she scrolls through her phone.

But just as she goes in to take the final bite of her cake pop, she hears a voice from behind her that makes her jump up in her boots and drop the rest of the savory dessert onto the floor.

“Mind if I take one for myself?”

And when she turns around, she’s met with striking Green eyes. He’s dressed in a plain white dress shirt, along with some black skinny jeans and some brown boots. He looks completely normal, but Y/N doesn't have time to be surprised over his normality because she’s registering the fact that he’s really in front of her.

Thinking quickly, she reaches into her purse to pull out the pink paper bag of cake pops, and holds them out to Harry. The Harry Styles. She watches as the powerful man pulls out a pink cake pop and nibbles at the white chocolate frosting.

“Strawberry?” He questions, his plump pink lips moving as he chews on the flavor. Y/N nods slightly, still processing his presence.

“I love strawberry.” He tells her, licking the melted chocolate off of his fingers. She’s surprised no one has noticed him yet, but then she remembers she’s in the literal corner of the room.

“You look familiar.” He tells her, narrowing his eyes as he scans her up and down. Y/N awkwardly stands there, body stiff as she debates what to say to him.

“You do too.” She blurts out, and she feels like punching herself in the face at how stupid her remark was. Of course he looks familiar, it’s not like he’s the most successful man in London or anything, she thinks to herself.

His face is plastered across the room on several posters, his name on the radio and in the news every two seconds.

Harry lets out a laugh, a little giggle that Y/N thinks is adorable for a man of his prestige.

“Say, do you own a bakery just off of downtown?” He asks her. She isn’t aware of how he’s recognized her, especially after all of the people he’s probably met, many of them being much more important than her, without a doubt.

“Ah, I thought I recognized the strawberry cake.” He tells her. He sticks out his hand for her to shake, “Harry Styles.”

“Y/N.” She tells him, her eyes drifting to the tattoos on his hand and the rings decorating his long  fingers. She tries to look away from the light green pools in his eyes, afraid she’ll drown in them if she stares for too long.

“I remember you make quite the cupcake.” He tells her, “Best i’ve ever had, actually. You don’t think you could teach me how to make them?” He suggests, and Y/N is baffled at his words.

Is he asking me on a date?

Surely he’s just being friendly, there’s no way.

“It’s quite simple, really.” She tells him honestly. He smiles, shaking his head as if he can’t believe something’s happening as he crosses his arms across his chest and rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Then i’m sure you wouldn’t mind teaching me.”

He pulls out one of the pens tucked into the pocket of his black jeans, clicking it loudly before scribbling something onto the pink pastry bag with her cake pops that she still holds. After he’s finished, he clicks the pen shut and hands her the bag.

“If you ever want to give me some baking lessons.” She raises her eyebrow at him, “I think someone as smart as you could figure out how to make some cupcakes.” She tells him playfully, trying not to stumble on her words.

“M’quite shit at things that don’t have to do with numbers.” he smiles at her, reaching into the bag she’s holding to snag another cake pop. He takes a bite out of the small ball of sweetness, “And I don’t think any cupcakes I could make could compete with these.”

Just as he finishes speaking, they both hear his name being screeched out of a high pitched voice. Everyone turns their heads to where he stands, right in front of her at the back of the room, and Y/N quickly scurries away, feeling two eyes burning holes into her back as she rushes out.

-

Y/N’s fingers are shaking as she holds her phone in her hands. Her eyes scan over the pink bag and the screen once more to make sure the number is correct before she presses the little green phone button.

She hears the line ringing and she panics as she realizes she hadn’t planned out what she was going to say at all.

She’s spinning all the different possibilities of what to say in her head, her mind exploding from all of the thinking, but before she can even think about what to say, a gruff voice interrupts her thoughts.

“Hello?”

Shit.

Y/N thinks as she holds the phone to her ear, she’s panicking and she's gripping onto her apron, eyes scanning the oven full of cupcakes as she speaks into the phone.

“H-Hi.” She squeaks into the phone.

“Who is this?” The voice immediately presses on and Y/N doesn’t know how to approach the situation. Does she greet him as if they’ve known each other for a long time? Does she ask him if he knows a Y/N? She’s overanalyzing everything he says.

“Y/N?” She hears suffering on the other side of the line, “Is that you?”

Her heart almost pounds out of her chest, and she’s shocked he even recognized her. He probably talks to hundreds of people a day.

“Uh, yeah.” She doesn’t know how to go about asking him to come to the kitchen and test run recipes with her, she isn’t sure how to ask anyone out on a date and quite frankly, she’s afraid of rejection.

“Oh.” He says, “How are you?”

“Good.” She quickly says, “Was just…testing new cupcake recipes, and I was thinking maybe you would want to come?” She rushes out, her words may have been incoherent from how quickly she spit out her proposal.

“You don't have to if you don’t want to, of course. Or if you’re b-busy. Or if you’re at work. Or-“

Harry cuts her off with a boastful laugh, his laugh echoing into the phone. She feels somewhat better at his good mood, facing a smile as she fiddles with the hem of her apron.

“I’d love to. Is it the bakery right off of 22nd?” His voice sound raspy over the phone, and Y/N’s heart thuds t just how amazing everything about him is. She nods, but then realizes she’s on the phone, rushing to respond,

“Yeah.”

“Alright, i’ll see you in a bit then.” He tells her, and Y/N quickly presses the red button to hang up the call before gripping her chest in surprise. She smiles to herself, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth and smiling like an idiot.

-

Harry shows up 30 minutes later, two paper bags in his hands filled with organic eggs, milk, flour, sugar, and butter. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his green eyes almost look lime green at the glow they have to them. He greets her with a short peck on the cheek, and she almost melts into the floor at his gesture.

“Alright then, lets get to baking.” Y/N hands him an apron to put on over his clothes and he struggles to tie the material around him. She giggles, watching him attempt to tie a knot without seeing it, and reaches behind his back to tie it for him instead.

Harry’s a rather good baker.

He tells her about how his mum would force him to whisk the eggs whenever they would make cookies as a child. Or how she’d practically force him to make muffins for his sister whenever she was sick.

He stands next to her, intently watching her ice the cooler cupcakes, watching her swirl patterns effortlessly onto the frosting of the cupcake. Harry sneakily dips his finger into the bowl when she’s not looking and scoops some of the sugary goodness into his mouth.

He’s very childlike and fluffy when he ices his cupcakes, mouth slightly parted as his eyebrows furrow in concentration. When he messes up, he stomps his foot like a toddler and mumbles curses under his breath, Y/N observing his cute nature as he does so.

They end up making 3 batches of cupcakes, all of them different flavors, and they conclude the flavor they’ll add to the bakery’s menu. After they’re finished, she packs Harry some of the cupcakes they made, along with some of the signature cupcakes from the bakery, and she hands them to him in a bakery box with the store’s logo on it.

“After they’re done baking, Y/N goes to scrub at some of the dirt bowls in the sink. She grabs the sponge, swirling it around the batter to scrub it off, but just as she’s getting ready to wash off her last pan, she feels two hands circle around her waist, and she drops the pan into the sink.

The sound echoes into the kitchen, and she’s properly shocked at the sound, but instead of lingering on the thought, she leans back into Harry’s chest, his heard thudding quickly against her back as she feels his breath on the top of her head.

“Thank you for today.” He tells her, mumbling the words into her head. She nods, flicking the rest of the water off of her hands before turning around. It’s then that she notices how close they are to each other, faces practically touching each other’s.

“Sometimes I forget what it’s like to just-“ His face inches closer to hers, “Have a good time.”

Y/N breaks eye contact, she barely knew Harry, and she certainly wasn’t absolutely certain on how he felt about her. She didn’t want to be someone he just slept with, so she clears her throat and turns to grab another cupcake, quickly stuffing her face into it. Harry lets out a small laugh at her flustered action before grabbing one for himself.

-

The clock is hitting 9:49, only 11 minutes left until Y/N can go home. She sighs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She’s dismissed al of the other workers, and all she has left to do is wait 11 minutes before locking up the doors and leaving.

Harry’s been the only thing on her mind all day. Every time she looks at the cupcakes in the clear display case, she can’t help but think of his horrible frosting skills. And every time she beats another egg into her butter-sugar mixture to make chocolate chip cookies, she thinks of Harry’s playful stories he told to fill the silence.

She smiles, silently laughing at her own thoughts before she hears the door jingle and snaps her eyes to the front of the bakery. She see’s the silhouette of a figure in a black coat, and assumes it’s another customer coming in before closing, but she’s shocked to see that it’s Harry, snow melting in his pretty brown hair with a smile on his soft face.

“Hello love, thought i’d drop by for a cupcake.”

Y/N smiles, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a hug. Even though she hadn’t known him for long, she missed him more than she was supposed to, and she didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing.

-

The next night, Harry drops by again, this time 30 minutes before closing. They roam around the kitchen, attempting to make a quick batch of cookies, but end up staying till later. Y/N doesn’t mind, though, and she goes home with flour on her face and some warm chocolate chip cookies in her bag.

The night after that, Harry surprises Y/N with dinner (That she usually either skips, or substitutes with dessert food) and they dine on local pasta as they watch one of the channels that only plays cartoon shows all day.

It’s the night after that’s Y/N’s favorite.

Harry walks into the bakery, no smile on his face or crinkle in his eyes. His face looks rather sad, and Y/N notices his eyes are a rather darker shade of green. She comfortingly wraps her arms around him and Harry tucks his face into her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume as he sighs contently.

“I messed up.” He says, his voice croaking out at his sad state. Y/N’s pretty sure he’s been crying, but she doesn’t want to assume anything so she just holds him as he continues.

“They asked me, and I, I should’ve known that they would ask me it because they don’t like me.” He says, sniffling, “They say i’m too out of touch to run, that i’m too young to know what i’m talking about.”

Y/N entangles one of her hands in his hair, and his hand in return slides under the fabric of her apron, gripping at the soft cotton of her shirt as he tries to hole himself together.

“You’re one of the most brilliant people I know, Harry.” She tells him. He lets out a shaky breath and she pets at his hair, “They’re just afraid because you’re so successful so young. They’re jealous, but instead of proving them right, you should prove to them you’re just as qualified as anyone else. Even more.”

Y/N untangles herself from him, her hand reaching down to knit itself through his. His cool metal rings touch her fingers as she slots their hands together, and pulls him towards the kitchen.

Y/N quickly brews two cups of tea, making small talk with Harry. He’s initially unresponsive (due to his mood, Y/N thinks), but he eventually eases up, telling Y/N more stories of his childhood. Y/N’s glad to have someone like him, someone to make her nights just a bit less lonely and her days go by faster, someone to keep her hoping.

When she’s finished with her cup, she grabs his empty mug to go place into the sink. While she’s on her way there, she feels a tug on her hand, and is abruptly turned around, her torso pressing against a warm body.

She’s short of breath, eyes immediately meeting his swollen, tired ones. His eyes are like little pools of Emeralds, the scent of peppermint tea lingering on his lips. He begins to lean forward, and instead of backing away or moving like last time, she flutters her eyes shut and embraces the feeling of his soft lips molding against hers.

It feels like an eternity, and she’s the first to pull away. Her eyes are wide as she feels tingles shoot up to her lips, and she notices the faint smile lingering on his lips.

“I like you, Y/N.” He rests his forehead against hers, hands resting on her waist, “A lot.”

She nods against him, closing her eyes and letting his warmth envelope her. “I have a press run for the next two weeks.” Her eyes snap open, “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you more than anything,-“

“You should go.” She cuts him off, voice soft, “This is important for you, you worked so hard for this, Harry.” She tells him.

“Go.” She repeats, and he smiles at her words before leaning forward to press another peck onto her lips.

“I’ve liked you since I first came in here.” He tells her truthfully. Y/N feels her heart start to race, her mind turning to goop as he tells her more, “You looked so beautiful, and you were so…pretty.” His lips move slowly, eyes scanning up and down her face. “You don’t see that much when you work in the fields I do.”

His fingers go to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, thumb caressing at her soft cheeks as he admires the beauty mar on her jaw.

“I think there’s a reason I met you, no?”

And Y/N doesn’t know much, but she knows she’ll miss Harry much more than she thinks.

-

“Anyways, thank you for the cupcakes, Y/N, i’m sure Allen will love the new flavors.”

Closing the cash register just five minutes before the clock finally strikes ten, Y/N waves goodbye to the kind woman walking out of her local bakery. 

“Anytime Darla, I hope I see you at the second opening next week.”

Y/N had finally raised enough money from her bakery to open her second a few miles away. The newly opening bakery would be closer to the more prestigious neighborhoods in town, and would hopefully draw in more business to her store. Grabbing the dessert tongs, she grabs the few extra cupcakes and scones to place them into a cute little box, perhaps offering them to her neighbors or her best friend.

Just as she places the tongs back onto their little glass plate on top of the display case of desserts, she hears the little bell jingle signaling the door is opening. She glances at the clock, seeing the clock has hit ten and just as she turns around to tell the person they’re closed, she immediately shuts her mouth, lips curving upwards into a wide grin.

“I’m sorry, is it too late for a cupcake? I heard the girl who owns this place has the most amazing cupcakes.”

His cheeks are flushed pink from the cool air outside, and the jacket he wears somehow hides his bulky frame, making him seem more cuddly than ever. Holding a smile on his face, Y/N races forward and wraps her arms around his neck.

She breathes in the scent of pine and aftershave, feeling warmth envelope her quickly. They sway side to side a bit before disconnecting.

“I thought you weren’t back for another week?”

“Press run ended early, I missed your baking. Thought i’d stop by for a cupcake but I forgot that you closed shop at ten, so I sprinted from Hathaway Street in under ten minutes.”

She giggles, pressing her face deeper into Harry’s jacket. Just moments after, she unravels herself from him and turns to the empty display case in front of her. Reaching behind the counter, she grabs the small box with the cute little bow on it ( it’s usually used for sending cakes to formal events), and opens it, pulling out a strawberry cupcake with cream cheese frosting.

She hands it to him and he eagerly takes it from her grasp, dipping his head forwards to take a mouthful of the creamy frosting. A small splotch of whipped cream cheese on the tip of his nose. He attempts to lick it off with his tongue, but ultimately Y/N just reaches out and swipes it off with her finger, giggling at his childlike nature.

“I forgot how good these were.” Harry moans, only a bite of the cupcake left merely a minute after she gave it to him. She begins to close up shop, locking the doors to the kitchen and turning off all of the kitchen lights.

When she walks back out to the counter, she realizes that two more cupcakes from the box are gone, and her heart warms when she sees him finishing a brown cupcake, his other hand scrolling through his phone.

“Ready to go?” She asks, and he nods as he throws the last bite of his cupcake into his mouth.

“I really like the peanut butter ones. Are they new?” Y/N nods and Harry licks at the tip of his fingers, tasting the faint flavor of the dessert he so quickly devoured.

“Hey.” He grabs her small wrist, pulling her towards him as she shuffles forward a but, “It’s cold outside. You’re gonna need this.”

He unwraps the scarf he had resting around his neck, and begins to bandage it around her small neck, her head seemingly drowning in the pool of fabric. Y/N’’s senses are flushed with the scent of his cologne and she takes a deeper whiff of the scarf before smiling, grabbing Harry’s hand, and guiding him out into the cold London air.

-

“It’s kind of messy, sorry.” Y/N guides Harry into her flat. It’s a bit cramped, her various band posters stuck to the walls with a rack of vinyls and a record player resting on the wall. It smells of the pine candle she’s had, but never lit.

“No, it’s.” He takes his coat off, shrugging off the thick layers before hanging it loosely on the coat rack behind them, “It reminds me of you. I like it.”

Harry admires the traces of her around her living room. The stand of cupcakes on the table, the little picture frames with family photos in them. He particularly loves the David Bowie posters on her wall, adorning the white walls behind the TV.

He turns to face her, leaning forward, he loves the abrupt speeding up of her breath, the little nervous gestures she gives when he leans in. She properly beautiful, he thinks, as his hands grip the sides of her jaw and he molds his lips against hers.

Their lips press against each others softly, molding against each other in a rhythm one they know. Harry tastes the faint cherry chapstick she’s put on and he deepens the kiss, pulling her even closer towards him so that his body is stark against hers.

He pulls her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it into his lips as he nibbles at the soft skin. Y/N lets out a moan, a small one, but enough to make Harry’s pants a bit tight. He groans, one hand lifting off of her face and onto her lower back.

Harry doesn’t know how far she wants to go. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, doesn’t want to drive her away when he likes her so much. She’s the first girl who’s enamored him this much, the only one who doesn’t seem to want him for his money or his name.

He’s shocked when her fingers slither their way under the thick material of his sweater, warm fingertips skimming across the skin of his back. She takes the hem of the sweater in his fingers, pulling it upwards as he pulls apart from her lips to completely take it off.

Y/N takes her time, eyes scanning across all of the detailed art on his chest. Se starts at the center of his chest, admiring the detailing on the wings of the butterfly and working his way down to the leaves on his hipbones. She snaps out of her trance, leaning forward to suck at the skin right below his collarbone (the parts of him that on’t be exposed in the cold winter weather), and elicits a moan from his swollen lips.

Before she takes it any further, she grabs at his hand and tugs him towards the couch. When he’s seated, hair messy and breath uneven as his legs are split apart to make the tint in his pants just a bit more comfortable, she makes her way to him, signaling what she wants to do. She sits patiently in front of him on the couch, knees bent under her as she politely looks up at him with big eyes.

He leans back onto the sofa, eyes close and hands gripping at the fabric of the couch. He finally opens his eyes a crack, cock throbbing against his boxers and the tough material of his dress pants.

“Can I-“ She licks at her lips, not knowing how to ask. Harry seems to understand, though, ass he nods feverishly and goes to unbutton his pants, hoping to relieve some of the tightness.

She stops him however, placing her hand over his and lifting it off of his pants. She grazes her fingertips over the clear bulge in his pants, feeling the warm skin pulse underneath her touch.

She quickly unbuttons his dress pants, sliding the zipper down quickly before tugging at the waistband of his pants, she feels Harry lift his hips up, and she pulls down his pants, along with his boxers, all at once.

He springs up, a wet dribble of precum dribbling down the tip of his cock. She sees the soft, pink head of his member, and immediately leans forward to take a lick at the skin.

Harry’s head is in a daze, his fingers pinching at his leg to make sure he’s not dreaming. He couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing the shy girl at the bakery that he’d been admiring from afar eagerly licking at the tip of his cock. When she gives another lick, tongue softly skimming over the tip of his cock, he throws his head back and curses loudly.

“Fuck, please.” He begs her. She rubs little circles into the skin of his thigh, leaning forward again to finally press the head of his cock inside of her mouth, and giving him a little suck in the process.

Harry’s eyes jerk open, meeting hers as she presses forward and spits a bit on the tip of his cock, hand moving to lubricate his shaft. She strokes tightly a few times, tugging as more precum pools on the head of him.

“Baby…” He moans out, and she acts on the pet name, licking at his head, before finally pushing her head down and taking him as far as she can.

His he'd hits the back of her throat, and instead of retracting, she presses it further down her jaw, eyes tearing up at the feeling. She does this a few times before pulling off of him and his hands are gripping her hair tightly, holding her in place. “Holy shit.” He breaths, and Y/N moans with him in her mouth. She loves how she can have him, one of the most powerful men in all of London, right in front of her, begging for her. He pushes her head down softly, cock throbbing in her hand.

She pushes her head down, running it up and down his cock repeatedly until she notices his breathing stopping, and then starting in an uneven pattern. His hands untangle from her hair, and his hand wraps around the part of his cock her mouth cant reach.

He strokes at the shaft, tip a purple-pink color as he strokes from the base of the shaft, right up to where her mouth sucks at the tip of him. She notices him moaning more than he has been, and takes it as her cue to pop off of him, opening her mouth and resting her tongue right under his tip.

He continues stroking, admiring the way she sits determines to finish him as he continues to pull himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck.” He moans. And he lays the head on her tongue, pressing it against the soft surface.

“Fuck! Y/N, fuck!” Thick spurts shoot out of his cock, and Y/N quickly replaces his hand with her own, stroking him complete as his cum pools at her lips. She finishes stroking him through, and then uses his remaining heavy breathing to encourage her to take him into her mouth and clean him up completely once more.

When she finishes, she stands up, legs a bit sore from the position she was sitting in, and goes to grab his sweater. Before she can, though, Harry leans forward on the couch and pocks his lips to hers, muttering a small “Thank you.” before reaching down for his pants.

After he’s dressed again, he has Y/N tucked into his chest and a comedy film turned on on the TV. He occasionally leans down his lips, pecking at the sot skin on her forehead and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

And he thinks he’s found a woman, and one he’s completely, undeniably, enamored with.

[james-bucky-barnes-imagines]

Saving Bucky barnes chapter 5

Strange reached and turn ur head and see the blood in your ear he says you either have as busted eardrum or a pretty bad concussion. Come in let's get you 2 taken care of. Strange shows you 2 what looks like a sick bay. you lay bucky on the examination table and wince at the pain your side. strange says u get on the other table. you stumble and fall on your butt you look up 2 strange he then picks you up and carries you through the gold ring to the hospital. you say strange put me down im hurt and bleeding ill get blood on your cape he says you been shot this is how im keeping pressure on it and carry you at the same time. I got my hand firmly on the wound so you wont bleed on me. You say what about bucky I don't want to leave him for 2 long in case he wakes up. im worried he won't remember and will try 2 leave i dont know if he will be the winter Soldier or bucky. Strange says Wong is watching him and no one but us can come into any of the rooms just the foyer so he will be safe. Right about that time he sits you down and hands you a heavy rag he says hold this on it. I dont know why you like to worry more about the Sargent then your own well being your not immortal just cursed . You take your jacket off the pull up your shirt. You fold the rag double and place it on the wound. strange turns around with shears and says oh well that's easier. Your irises turn a deep red as you say very seriously no one cuts my jacket ever. Strange chuckles and sets the shears down. he says im just going to put some gauze and tape on it cause I know you will heal he pulls out the bullet applies the bandage and then wraps your waist tightly and tapes it. He takes the eye check thingy to check your eyes for signs of a concussion but u remind him it dosen't work on you. You try to get up but strange says no your staying put. You need to take care of your Self the sargent is fine. you say I think im gonna be sick he quickly grabs a trash can. which you promptly empty your Stomach contents into .

Strange says. I may have underestimated how bad of a concussion you have. He quickly scoops you up but not without protests from you about he needs to focus on bucky and not you. You finally convince strange to set you in a dark room so you can rest. He says not 2 sleep that you need your brain to heal. Strange goes 2 checks on bucky. You suddenly hear a group of people walking down the hallway. Shit you curse and hide as you hear the people talking 2 a nurse you recognize them as hydra agents they look like the same agents from the tower. one checks in the room your in instead of killing him you just sneak out in your glamour . Strange catches u in the hallway (becase he can see through the glamour). you say we have 2 get 2 him now! I don't know how they knew i was here but if they know im here they know he isant being watched. Strange takes you back 2 bucky he is still out you can hear him his heart slowly beat. You whisper come back 2 me James I can't lose you, I'll snap and no one will be safe if I lose my heart.... You drift off laying on buckys shoulder listening to his heartbeat slowly continue on. Strange wakes you up later saying ur not supposed 2 falls asleep you rub your eyes and say strange I'm nocturnal I sleep during the day im sure im fine is there anything u can do 2 get bucky 2 wake up? It's then you notice the room is silent except for strange's heartbeat your eyes grow wide and you look at bucky . his chest isant rising as it's supposed when he breathes any more. you shake him bucky! Bucky please wake up! You scream strange do something!!! His heart isant beating! He isant breathing! You begin to panic what happened strange! Just about the time your about 2 threaten the Dr who is trying 2 use the time stone. you are jarred back into reality by a very cold bucket of water on you and strange and bucky calling your name. You look up bucky through water dripping into your eyes you jump up and hold him tight as you can without hurting him you say I thought I lost you. Thank heaven it was just a bad dream. You hold him tight listening 2 his heartbeat. You ask strange if it's safe 2 go back 2 the tower he. Replied yes but you not going anywhere. Bucky chimes in

y/n your heart stopped I don't know if it was a bad dream. I thought i was going loose you. strange thinks you need 2 heal so u need to stay here. strange walks in with an entire bag of A+ he says down this and your free 2 go or u can get it in an iv, either way, u need it because u lost a good amount. You reply My meds are for that they have all the minerals and stuff in a tablet so i don't have 2 do that. you push the bag away not wanting it . Bull shit! Bucky yells y/n drink it or u will have it in an iv. Strange says ill get bucky 2 hold u down. Buck answers in Russian да. you say fine! You grab the bags and walk into another room and come back a few seconds later then say now can i go home? Strange says yes so you teleport back. As you arrive cap says good ur suited up mission time you look 2 bucky and giggle and says well lets get back on the plane then. The look on buckys face is priceless you get on your tipe toes and say softly this time i promise not 2 have a fit and down the plane. He says will u get my ear plugs from my room please and i will get your meds from bruce? You say ok and poof off bruce is in the lab when bucky walks in he says im here 2 get y/ns meds ? Bruce chuckles and hands him a white foam cup and says do not drink it. he also hands him a bottle of pills and says incase your gone for a few days which bucky puts in his cargo pocket and snaps close. Bruce hands him a small medicne cup with several different pills. You show up right as buck walks into the kitchen he says great i i found u here he hands u the cup and pill cup. You hand him his ear plugs and say put them in now so i know their in he puts them in and kisses you on the top of your head and says softly спасибо, ангел (thank you angel ) now take your pills so i know you got your meds. You take the pills and teleport the two of you to the roof and wait. You say before you load the plane "bucky i want you to hear this new song ! " he says we gota get loaded jarvis can play it on the plane ok ? You say slightly deflated sure ... he starts getting all the gear ready for what ever yall are going 2 need steve usually told you what exact details you were going u thought about the charger 2 buckys ear buds was left on the counter you telelported back and grabbed it and teleported back you also grabbed some other equitment so incase you needed it. You helped get every ones gear in place. Thor and loki were always second 2 load the plane after about 5 mins the plane was taking off and you asked jarvis 2 play the song you had found earlier it was called perfect by Ed sheeran. Bucky chuckled and said i heard this the other day and thought of you and how you love slow dancing. Heard cap stand up he told you 2 it was just another mission to retive intel on a project hydra was trying to recreate the super soldier program. Cap thought it might have bucky's file in it and that if they could get the file they could figure out how to deactivate buckys trigger words . The base was in the english countryside it was not going 2 be easy getting in but you were going in alone . Bucky chimed in about u going in alone but you reminded him what happened last time he stood watch and you werent having that happen again. Cap said try not to kill every one this is supposed 2 be a stealth operation. You chuckled and said i make no promises cap...

[mistyparadise]

3, 6, 9, 13 because it's Payback Time, 19 because I want to know about your many dice

ok ya got me

3. Your favorite side quest

This is only sort of a side quests but in my Saturday night game one of the players decided he had to have his wedding RIGHT NOW so we all had toreal quick get ready for a wedding and there was a shopping montage for buying outfits and we had to get a bird in a suit and out dwarf fighter gave a speech full of drunk best man jokes, it was great.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc)

Umm I do not know what I killed but it was a bigger boy that I rolled my sorcerer chaos magic to kill and bc I am full of ramdom things it rolled to be high damage but a damage type he was either immune or resistant to so it would’ve been moot. BUT I used a magic item for the first time, a cord that lets me change any rolls related to my spells, so the image of Larissa frantically tugging on her belt and the spell changing types halfway to hitting the monster and juust MURDERING him/ 

9. Your favorite thing about D&D. 

I really like the relationships formed in it? Like real talk I have made like 5 friends this year bc of D&D and it’s great and I could never have imagined That. 

Also I like that I can enjoy it and play it without having to learn everything about it? Like I am Bad at lore but that doesn’t stop me from having fun!

ALSO I LOVE DOING FUCKING MAGIC

13. Introduce your current party.

Oh boy you got me here. I’m going from newest to oldest.

FRIDAY - The mess! We are not a very united front and we don’t really know whats going on. You’ve got Darcy, a very normal alchemist who is maybe also an illegal arms dealer who makes bombs out of her house. She is tired and isn’t sure if she even really wants to be doing Any of This. Eliza the Rogue, who eats only bread and paper (she has eaten every note we’ve ever gotten. Destroy the evidence) She hates bad people and guns and wishes she didn’t like dummies as much as she does. Roman the shadow cleric who wears a fedora but we don’t talk about that anymore. He lives in a literal hole in the ground and likes playing tricks on people and is real big into shadows I Guess. Connor, the pretty snake boy Dex Fighter who only has one arm. We think he may have been a pirate captain but he says he isn’t. He has bad morals and won’t tell us anything about himself. And finally It the Goblin and his buddy Handrew. It tried to pretend to be a gnome for all of 10 minutes. He is trying to figure out Secrets and also Handrew is literally just a hand who is his friend. None of us really like each other but we are doing our best.

SATURDAY - Technically we are called the Solar Hawks and it’s a dumb ass name. A fairly normal party, but it’s in the dessert. Zauzel, the Blood Cleric. He is dramatic, pale cursed which is a plot point I still don’t fully understand, and can identify you by the taste of your blood, which, gross. He is MARRIED to Aisha, the half drow glamour bard. She likes flirting and music? And she’s pregnant right now. It’s most likes Zauzels but there is a chance it isn’t! She was queen of the underdark for like a day. Shawn Tootle, human wizard and a little bit of grave cleric who just wants to study ancient artifacts, read for spells, and protect his favorite magic girl bc he is projecting his dead daughter onto her (which YIKES) That magic girl is Larissa, the wild magic sorcerer who just wants to blow things up and not get in trouble for it. Her most redeeming quality is her Perfect Boy Nelson the shadow blink dog who has gotten me out of so many sticky situations I love him. Sirik, the aarakocra ranger and his raptor Hes. Dumb as all heck but so lovable. He likes all animals more than any person. He has a small dragon thing as a pet now. And finally Fick, the dwarven fighter. He’s trying to make the Best Beer, all of his family is Dead, and his sister lives inside a magic gaunlet now. He’s the most racist. 

WEDNESDAY - oh boy. Oh man. ok.

Pierce, the fighter with like a sorcerer archetype? He’s an asshole, pacted with a demon who wants him to kill some people, and is TOTALLY whipped for our wizard.

Korona, the theurgy wizard. Smartest BY FAR, just wants to study and for no one to die. Gets upset about all the death and bad things we seem to keep doing. Doesn’t like SOME of our party members but seems to like others a whole lot if you know what I mean.

Wren, the half hexblade half paladin. Has gone through so much shit, used to be much more of a happy go lucky dumbass but not is more Sad. Likes to drink a bit, and had to fight his brother and it went poorly. Learning how to be a holy boy, and of course he had to pick a god that’s illegal, so it’s not going great.

Zod, the good good monk! He’s the best punch boy. He’s the soft boy but also he can just murder you with his hands so. This is a Bad sentence but I once described him as having the softest big dick energy ever? It’s true but I didn’t have to say it.

Gabriel, the bone knight fighter. Look. I don’t know what I can say about this. He’s a sad boy. He’s out for vengeance because everyone in his town got killed, including his Wife (which, yikes) so he’s trying to fix that and now he’s with us and whoops now he maybe is like a little in love with my bard I don’t know how this happened either but I do know that he would die for her and always wants to do the right thing and help people.

and to round it out…

Katri, the lore bard. She’s…a lot. She ran away from home, bc she wanted to be free from their mental abuse. She has a lot of anxiety but is overcoming that. She mostly wants to do the right thing but recently that’s been harder and harder. She’s one with the void bc she stared into it for a while fighting a mind flayer. She is hopelessly in love with Gabriel and will do a n y t h i n g to keep him alive. She canonically has no fear now.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

So I never actually get to roll my dice but I do roll them once I open them and I believe that the first roll does set the tone for that set.

[pinkiepiebones]

prompt: ghouls attempting to eat food with their newly-shapeshifted mouths. or at least discovering textures. C R O N C H

No ghouls had mouths by formation. They had no reason for them; they communicated telepathically and had no need to eat. The new era of the church’s Band Project now had the hoard studying, shapeshifting teeth and jaws and tongues and lungs and throats, all in efforts to make the whole band look more human. They were still working on talking (that is, broadcasting their telepathy through their constructed throats to mimic the audotory speech oatterns of humans) when their “how to act human” coach, Special, decided to try a different activity one evening.

Special had them sit with their concert glamour on, and he wore most of his glamour as well. It appeared a group of men and women in suits and half masks were being lectured by a thin, green eyed man with horns on his forehead and a tail wagging behind him.

“Apple.”

“APPLE!!”

“Okay, shit, what did I tell you about volume?”

Five of the seven band ghouls ducked their heads in embarassment. Special sighed. “It’s okay, just remember, yeah? Humans like to yell, but they don’t like it when you yell at them.”

“Apple” the smaller Air ghoul said quietly.

Special nodded and tossed the aforementioned fruit at them. “A apple,” he said in his most professorial tone, “is a fruit. There’s a ton of fruit. Apples is known mostly for allegedly being what Satan told Eve was good to eat, but we of course know that’s bullshit. Still.” He motioned to his sibling with his clipboard. “Take a bite!”

The other ghouls crowded around the Air ghoul. None of them had tried eating before. Fire had a developed a habit of licking things, but, in their defense, they had seen a cat do it and decided it was a good thing to do.

The Air ghoul opened their mouth and took a tiny, nervous nip at the apple’s skin with their teeth. Special shook his head. “No, no, really-” he curled his fingers and flashed his fangs. “Grrr! You know? Like, uh, bite, okay?”

They tried again, this time sinking their teeth into the skin. They let go of the fruit. It held fast, locked in place.

Aether looked at their learned sibling. “Is that a bite?”

Special was hiding his face behind his clipboard, shaking with laughter. “Make the teeth meet, omigod, don’t let it just sit there!”

The Air ghoul complied, and the apple fell into their lap, a clean bite removed from it. They apprehensively started chewing and Special gave them a thumbs up.

“What’s it like?”

“How long do they have to do that part?”

“Can I try next?”

Air waved their hands to shut their siblings up. “Crunch!” they declared triumphantly. “It makes a crunch, but then, then it gets soft, and the taste it...” They looked at Special. “... Spi... sal... bi... swee...”

“You’re just guessing” Special accused. Air nodded.

“Apples are sweet, y’all. Typically. Depends on the variety, I guess. And the ripeness. But, ignore that. Look at you, sib!” Special clapped a hand on Air’s shoulder and gave them a shake. “You tried a human thing! How d’ya feel?”

Air grinned. “I wish to bite many foods!” Special beamed, his tail wagging proudly. 

“Okay cool, so, one down, eight bazillion to go, yeah?”