#it might as well be the prettiest song in the world

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

we as a society need to talk more about la canción más hermosa del mundo by joaquín sabina i think

[macfrog]

little aphrodite sex on fire chapter nine

the amount i had to write jean-marc in this chapter makes me nauseous. anywho. these two heal my soul and make me weep. please enjoy a little look back at the ceo's experience of paris.

pairing: ceo!joel x fem!reader

summary: we're going back to paris. this time, through joel's eyes.

warnings: age gap (reader is late 20s, joel late 40s), workplace relationship, imbalance of power dynamic, alcohol consumption, ostentatious flaunting of wealth (eat the rich i say), sugardaddy!joel, softdom!joel, oral (f and m receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, cursing, angst & pining, and...well. the ceo falls in love.

word count: 7.5k

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He wasn’t even sure you’d say yes when he asked. Thought you’d find it a bit much, flying halfway across the world just for one lousy meeting. He had what he’d say when you turned him down in mind, already: Sure, yeah, no problem. No, I just thought – Yeah. ‘s alright. I’ll bring you back som’ as a souvenir.

But you didn’t.

Oh, yeah? you’d said. Your face seemed to light – humored, impressed even. It made Joel feel braver. Reassured. You’ve a habit of doing that to him.

Mhm, he replied, chewing on the sub you’d ordered him after his conference call. He can’t remember what he promised Human Resources he’d have done within the hour. You walked in as he was saying it, and – well. Two days, he said, swallowing, Saturday Sunday.

And are you gonna make me take minutes while you meet with this Jean-Marc? You wiggled your fingers as you said it, letting the name drip through your lips in some kind of dreamy song. I don’t make the flight back unless they’re typed up by the time we leave? That the catch?

No catch. You don’t even gotta come to the meetin’.

I don’t have to –? Wow, Miller. You’re spoiling me, no? You kicked your leg, one knee hooked over the other. Your skirt shrinking up your thigh.

You were sat in the chair on the right, opposite his desk. You always sit in that one – and Joel’s still trying to figure out why. The working theory so far is that it’s at a good angle to watch the city below, and at the same time, see exactly who comes and goes in and out of the office during lunch.

But there has to be more to it, he thinks. He suspects. Martha’s desk is, like, five feet from yours. She spends her lunches in the conference room with Deb, shaking salads doused in balsamic vinegar and sharing cross-floor gossip. They invite you every day, and almost every day, you turn them down in favor of his shuttered office, the muted swish of cars on the street, the mock gasps and clutch of invisible pearls when you share that same fifth-floor gossip with him over the desk.

You’d been talking while he’d been thinking about the damn chair. He hadn’t heard a word of it. Huh? he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

Ain’t never listenin’, you muttered, peeling the damp paper back from your own sub.

Say it again, Joel said. Was just making a mental note to book dinner for us over there.

You scoffed, licking mayo from the corner of your lips. Why you making mental notes for anything? That’s what you pay me for.

And you were right – it is what he pays you for. Pays you to be his shadow, his right-hand man, his eyes and his ears and his entire brain, some days.

But lately – he doesn’t know. It’s different.

Truth be told, he has no idea what’s gotten into him. Looking at you the way he is. You’ve fucked around twice, now, and both times have been…nothing short of fucking amazing. Both times, Joel’s thought he might come within the first two minutes. Pushing inside your velvet walls, watching the way you roll forward, hearing the lewd moans pour across your lips.

He’s always thought you were attractive. It’s pretty fucking hard to ignore. Physically, sure – the look of your body, the way you know how to dress it. And the prettiest, softest face he’s ever seen. You can win him over in any discussion without a word, just by fluttering your eyelashes at him.

But you’re more than that. He thinks of you both as friends, maybe something more. Something deeper. It’s in the glances you steal, the silent lines tossed between one another. The way you read one another like an open book. Sometimes, he wonders if you actually can read his mind.

You’re intelligent, you’re funny, and you’re a hard fucking worker. Always on time, always seemingly juggling thirty things at once, and never letting him down. Nothing is too much, it seems; everything just is as it is. And he likes that about you. Simple. No baggage.

The morning of the flight, you send him a voice note telling him you’re downstairs. “And I ain’t lugging two cases up to the top floor only to bring ‘em back down when we’re leaving, Mr. CEO.”

He’s striding past Martha for the elevator before he’s even done listening to the message.

“Uh-uh!” she chirps, dashing over to slip between the brass doors behind him.

Joel sighs under his breath.

“I know better than to rely on you to remember all this stuff,” she says, holding up a file he’d asked her to put together for the trip.

She’s right not to – he’d probably leave that file in the car, or put it down somewhere and walk off without it. You’re the only one who can be trusted with it – with anything. You’re good at your job. And yet, he resents the fact that Martha’s about to lump you with even a fraction of responsibility for the next four days.

So when the Rolls pulls off and Martha is nothing but a pin-sized silhouette through the back window, still waving from the sidewalk, he pinches the folder in two fingers and tosses it to his left hip. Out of your grasp. You smile, eyes rolling, and pop your earbuds in. Joel breathes a laugh, eyes dipping again to skim read some contract on his phone. His hand is locked around your thigh. He likes that you just let him do it now.

Likes a lot of things about you. Likes that you put your music on shuffle, and then skip eleven tracks until you find one you actually want to listen to. Likes that your fingers twirl around the light chain of your necklace – the way they do anytime you’re nervous – and when he asks if you’re alright, you bareface lie to him and squeak, Yep.

Likes the glow the morning sun casts on you when you emerge from the car on the tarmac, pooling in the dimples on your cheeks, bright gold. The way you tug on the loose cotton of your sweatpants, bashful. Shy. And he likes that, when he follows you up the steps to the plane cabin, your awestruck expression lasts all of five seconds before that quick wit kicks straight back in.

“Feelin’ pretty guilty about all the air pollution,” you tell him, and Joel silently says his fifth thankful prayer this morning that he thought to ask you and not Martha.

He watches you settle into a seat by the window, watches you crane your neck to survey the view from the tiny circle of thick glass. He thinks about what he’d do if you were alone right now, if there weren’t crew slowly filing into the jet behind him.

He floats the idea. Tells you about the bedroom up back, tells you it’s cozy. You read between the lines just like he wants you to. And when the plane’s in the air, you follow after him.

You fall into bed together the same way you do when you arrive at the hotel. A tangle of limbs, of sweat and stuffy plane air. He sleeps the soundest he has in months – years, maybe. Pushed off by the sound of your breathing, the dip in the mattress by his side. The warmth which radiates from your body, the soft brush of your hand against his.

He puts it down to the travelling – the eight-hour flight, the plushy super king waiting on the other side. He puts it down to the way the world feels different, this side of the Atlantic. The privacy he feels come over the two of you, like sneaking into the next room: your voices muffled through the wall, your movements reduced to vague shadows beneath the door.

He watches you through sleepy eyes as you prance around the suite in the morning, twirling in and out of the bathroom while you get ready for the day. He wonders if this is what you’re like every day – if you spend your Monday mornings beaming like a little kid, toothbrush hanging lopsided from the corner of your mouth, white bubbles lining your gums. He wonders why he’s wondering. Why a part of him wants to see that version of you, too.

This version – now following his lead down Avenue Montaigne, doe-eyed and wonderstruck – is over all too soon. He’s dragged from her, from you, before he’s ready to leave.

His phone vibrates in his pocket right as he’s leading you out of some ridiculously overpriced jewelers – an irritating reminder of his meeting in an hour’s time.

“Fuck,” he whispers, holding you steady as you spin around to glimpse at the baroque building. “Hey, pretty girl,” he squeezes your hand, “I got some bad news.”

Your bottom lip pouts, eyes gleaming. It’s enough, he thinks, to convince him to stick around. If you asked him to, he’d text Jean-Marc right now and tell him to fuck off. But you tell him to go, tell him you’ll meet him back at the hotel once he’s done and you’re tired. With a teasing smirk and a tiny wave, you see him off down the cobbled street. He watches from the back window as you set off again, heading towards another iron-gated store.

Denis pulls up alongside the towering hotel, totters around the car to meet Joel as he stretches out of the Maybach. The square-jawed man stands with his hands linked, and nods enthusiastically when Joel thanks him.

“The shopping – I will take it back to the hotel,” he assures his boss, a wide smile on his lips.

He’s a good guy, Denis. He’s chauffeured Joel to five of these meetings over as many years – he knows the drill by now. Knows it’ll be a couple hours and a few whiskeys before he gets another call to pick him up.

His nodding doubles, more obedient when Joel asks him to make sure he listens for your call. “You mind stayin’ nearby that part of town?” he asks. “Just so – when she’s done, y’know…”

“Not at all,” Denis says, flapping two palms to the ground. Swatting away Joel’s concern, his worrying, his missing you.

He replies, a little absentmindedly, passing by the head of gray hair with a distant smile. “Thanks, Denis. See you later.”

Five meetings, five trips over here to be pestered by some obnoxious little man in an obnoxious little robe and obnoxious little loafers, and still, Joel never knows what to expect. He strides beneath the golden archway entrance into a domed lobby, every surface spotless and shining; marble counter in the center with a symmetrically-suited clerk sat behind.

She stands and smiles politely to Joel as he approaches, recognizing him with a flutter of her eyelashes. He feels the absence of your arm on his, an ache at his elbow.

“Monsieur,” she croons, pale fingers reaching for the telephone. She whispers something softly into the receiver and then nods, folding her painted lips together as she places the handset back into its cradle. With a floating hand aimed at the elevator behind her, she says, sultry and dreamlike, “He is ready for you.”

Joel fights an eyeroll with every fiber of his being. He wanders round the circular desk, bunches his shoulders into the tight elevator, and jams his thumb into the button marked P.

The doors shudder open when he reaches the top floor. He steps out slowly, waiting for the Frenchman to pounce on him like some kind of wild cat. Wouldn’t put it past him, Joel thinks. As he’s scanning the room, counting the six bouquets dotted around, there’s a single clap from behind the veiled curtains. A silhouette out on the terrace.

Jean-Marc swings between the sheer white, calling out to the lonely figure in his entryway. “If it isn’t my favorite American,” he sings, taking Joel by the arms and squeezing roughly. “How lovely to see you again, Joelie. Please, come.”

The sunlight blinds Joel when he steps out into it, peering over the city skyline under low brows. Jean-Marc is already sat at the top of a thin, glass table, pouring golden whiskey into a square glass and scooping two bulky ice cubes in. The nectar swirls around when the glass is held out to Joel, the ice tittering as he accepts it.

The table, a rocky terrain of pain au chocolat and brioche, pools of citrus spreads and dishes of butter. Joel keeps his hands to himself as Jean-Marc slaps jam onto a croissant, bronze flakes fluttering all over the table as he attempts to regale Joel with some investment into a casino.

“Riccardo says it is too much; I told him to go to hell. We will double the cost of the place, I know it, Joel. We have the eye for things like these, men like you and I, hm?”

Men like you and I, Joel thinks, lips tilting. He balances the glass on his thigh, watches the ice cubes turn over themselves. He thinks of you, thinks of the man you see him as. Thinks how tall he stands against the man Jean-Marc must see sat opposite him right now.

Thinks how rotten, and ugly, and how small the latter is. How easily you and your words could crumble him. All show, all sitting on perfect terraces with pretentious dickbags disguised as friends, drinking pissy whiskey with a plastered smile on his lips.

How comical it all is – the sound of yapping across the tabletop, These idiots would pay millions for manure if you painted it golden, the sprawling sheets of green-leafed plants, the headache-inducing flowers, the buckled loafers and the signet ring catching the sun.

How much he misses the weight of you on his hips, forearms flat on his chest, ear against his heart. The sound of your laughter lilting in his ear. The rosy smell of your skin and the feel of your eyelashes, featherlight on his cheek. He feels the distance between the two of you like elastic strung apart, stretching thinner and thinner, weaker and frailer, ready to snap into two halves at any moment.

“Anyways,” Jean-Marc says, lifting the wine bottle shakily. It clinks brashly against the lip of his glass, a painful scrape. Joel wonders if he’s already halfway to hammered. “Tell me how you’ve been, Joelie.”

Joel tells him he’s been fine. Business is fine. Money is fine. Company’s doing fine. Everything’s fucking fine. Easiest answer to avoid further questioning, to satiate Jean-Marc’s constant thirst for news, or intel, or just plain gossip.

He slips up, though. Makes the one colossal mistake he spent all morning hoping and praying and drilling directly into his brain that he wouldn’t.

Jean-Marc asks how his flight was, sticking the damp end of a cigarette to his bottom lip.

Joel says, “Good, yeah. We got here, maybe, ten o’clock last night.”

And Jean-Marc’s eyebrows arch. His hands freeze, match held against the striker strip. “We?” he asks, white stick flapping between his teeth.

“Uh,” Joel shifts in his seat. Your gentle wave, the corners of your lips, the toss of hair over your shoulder. It’s as though Jean-Marc can see his thoughts played on a reel before him, the haste with which Joel attempts to wipe you from his own mind. “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “Jerry ‘n Lisa. Len and Pol.”

The Frenchman’s eyes narrow, a grin pulling on his pink lips. “We,” he says again, whipping the match roughly against the strip. Speaking into cupped hands, a cloud of white billowing from his leathery fingers, he murmurs, “Joel brought company with him to Paris, yes? Who is the lucky tourist? Une petite amie?”

Joel’s tongue dabs at the sickly wash of whiskey on his lips. He thinks to grab the fucker by the throat, throttle him until the idea of you rattles from his skull, spilling back into Joel’s safe hands where you belong.

He almost fucking lies. Almost says it’s just Martha, or Drew, or his fucking mother. But Jean-Marc is like a rat, scurrying along after a source of water. He’ll find it in the end. They always do.

He breathes your name, reluctant to let it go. Jean-Marc cocks his head, leans in, a swirling snake of silky smoke lifting from the cigarette between his fingers. Joel repeats it, voice louder, but flatter. Breaks it into too many syllables. Lets his host hear every bite of annoyance.

“She’s my assistant,” he says, and Jean-Marc claps again.

“Your assistant! How wonderful. And where is she today? She is not…” his fingers circle the air, disturbing the trail of smoke, “…assisting you?”

“Gave her the afternoon off.” Joel lifts his glass to his lips. The geometric shape amplifies his voice, bass like the growl of a bear. “Busy couple days. She deserves some downtime.”

He hates the sound of your name as it peels from Jean-Marc’s tongue. Like a hangnail, the residue a gorge of bloody, torn skin. Your name is Joel’s favorite sound, he realizes now, and the way this little asshole keeps butchering it boils an anger so hot and so quick under his skin that he’s not sure he can hold it at bay.

It’s not as if he owns you or your name – far from it. He has no desire to be anything more than a placeholder: somewhere for you to slot your hand, rest your head, curl your body against. Still, he feels a direct protectiveness over you right now. An impulse to stand in front of Jean-Marc’s tiny figure, arms wide, stopping him from picturing you or learning about you or meeting you.

Which is, of course, exactly what the little fucker suggests.

A wet pff sound as he rids his mouth of bitter smoke, and he offers to host breakfast in the morning.

“No, no, we, uh –” Joel’s hands are up, like pleading with the man, whiskey kissing the lip of its glass, “– you don’t have to – Look, Jean-Marc, I’m sure you’re busy enough with all –”

“Nonsense!” Jean-Marc waves a hand. Ash sprinkles down the cuff of his robe. “It would be my pleasure. Shall we say, ten?”

Joel grumbles, eye following the flight of a bird in the distance. What are you doing right now? Are you back in the suite, trying on the outfit you picked out together? Are you still wandering down the streets, drinking up the lavish city like a perfect little cocktail of bliss and wonder?

And what the fuck does he have to do to excuse himself, to come find you, to wrap his arms around you and never let you leave his side again?

He feels idiotic. Juvenile. Like a stupid little teenager, pining for his junior year girlfriend. The feelings all sharp and brittle, prodding his heart roughly anytime he thinks too hard on them.

When he looks back to Jean-Marc – the cigarette tearing closer and closer to his fingers, an expectant smile on his lips – he concedes.

“Ten is fine,” he says, and suddenly, the sky casts over.

You’re on the terrace when he finally returns to the hotel room. Head aching from the alcohol and forced conversation, he drags himself over to you.

The sight of you, hair lifting in the breeze, the sweet smell and soft touch under his hands feels like the pouring of honey on a raw throat, like cool water lapping at his waist on a scorching day. And he needs more, and he feels the saliva pool beneath his tongue, and you’re touching him and talking to him and all he can think about is replacing his saliva with you – with every drop of you that you’ll lend him.

You follow his every request – parting your legs, making room for him between them, opening yourself to him like coming home after work, like sinking deep into your shared bed, like pushing your salt-slicked fingers on his tongue and chanting taste me taste me love me need me.

Petals opening, shards of orange separating. His cock throbs in his pants when he feels the circle of your hips against his jaw, the taste of sweet, sweet nectar spilling from your center. His clothes still smell of the smoke from Jean-Marc’s weedy lips; the sweat on his skin borne from three hours sat in the sun, dehydrated by whiskey, discussing money and gold and then money again.

He doesn’t want to fuck you here, like this. As that puny, pompous prick he’s felt like since the second he wandered through the Frenchman’s hotel doors. He can’t. You deserve him clean, new. You deserve the Joel you think he is – yours. Affected by your touch alone, moved by the gleam in your eye. You deserve him, Joel decides, on your terms.

And that same night, stood in the same spot, dregs of sunlight replaced by molten moonlight, staring at the dazzling Eiffel Tower against the deep blue sky – that same night, when he turns and clocks the silhouette of your body just feet from him, he realizes that this is it.

He’s sure he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, standing in the dim light, your fingers playing with the bust of the silk robe draped over your body. The jewelry on your neck catching the light like his own private attraction, his own little spectacle. Just for him.

He forgets any other version of himself. Shakes them off like seawater flying from his body as he emerges from the ocean. Venus stood before him; hair lifting in the light, palm over her breast. And he doesn’t notice the departure of those old versions; doesn’t feel the way they tear from his skin. His eyes are glued on you, only you, everything around the two of you reducing to dark matter. There is only his awestruck gaze pointed to your radiant form, as though the scene sits alive in the eye of Botticelli or Michelangelo.

Baby, he whispers, and you move forward, dragging him with you under a wave of lust and rebirth.

He stirs the next morning to the feeling of a weight shifting across his body, two divots in the mattress either side of his waist. Something nuzzling, warm and featherlight, into the nook below his earlobe. Wet kisses trailing down his neck.

There’s no weight of you in the crook of his arm anymore. He’s scooping thin air. He lifts it, and his palm meets the baggy cotton of his own T-shirt, draped over your body, draped over him.

A laugh brushes between his lips. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he croaks, voice still low and broken.

“Hi,” you whisper back, voice like silk and sugar and tufts of lustrous clouds.

He opens his eyes and you’re hovering over him. Tip of your nose circling his, hips light as air across his own.

You look so fucking cute, he thinks. He’d take what he had last night – you, dripping in black lace and bound by satin straps – every night for the rest of his life, if he could. If you’d grant him it. But, this. This.

You – in Joel’s clothes and nothing else. You – the curl of your hair now a lazy wave, the smoky afterthought of your half-removed makeup. The smell of sex still lingering on your skin, the taste of Joel still home on your tongue. Each part of you laced with a part of him.

You – holding yourself up over him, less than an inch apart, and all Joel thinks to do is wrap his arms around your back and let you drop onto his body; his strong, solid body, which accepts the weight of you with only so much as a tiny grunt over his lips when you fall on top of him.

You giggle. He swears he feels butterflies in his stomach. He prays you don’t feel them, fluttering purposefully against your ribcage.

“You’re an idiot,” you mumble into his collarbone, words curled by the smile on your lips. You suck a mark into the hot skin, teeth and flesh and sel et sucre, and then push off from his chest, nudging his thighs wider with your knee.

Your tongue drags a wet trail down his chest, from solid sternum to suppler stomach, following the thickening of hair the lower you move. You leave wet kisses along the crests of his hipbones, the gentle slope of skin leading you to the wide base of his cock, already stiff.

Joel’s breath hitches when your tongue sweeps across it. Your eyes lift and lock with his, fingers taking a heavy hold of him. He smiles, tongue sitting patiently behind his teeth.

“Go on, angel,” he nods, “put that pretty little mouth on daddy.”

You obey instantly, as hungry for it as he is, your tongue swiping from the base of him up, curling around as you reach the head. Swollen, gleaming, slit dripping with slick precome that you lick with just the tip of your tongue and send a roll of pleasure across every nerve in Joel’s body.

He falls back, hands searching for the back of your skull as your lips sink further down down down, tightening around the smooth skin, stopping only when they meet the tuft of hair decorating his dick. His tip pushes against the back of your throat. His head begins to spin.

His back arches, hands anchored on your head, holding you steady as you bob up and down. His shoulders push heavy into the mattress, tummy sucks in until the points of his ribcage mold through his skin. And, oh – you’re so soft with it, so wet and so warm and so good with your tongue, kitten licks over his tip, wet fist wrapped tight around the width of him.

You lift your hand and meet his halfway up his stomach, fingers intertwining, Joel’s knuckles instantly whitening.

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he groans, gasping when your throat constricts around him again.

You gag, choking with a wet grunt, but you never pull away. A quick pause, a heavy breath from your nostrils, and your movements resume.

“’s alright,” Joel coos, fingers rubbing against the back of your hand, “you got it. Atta-girl, fuck.”

His hips begin to lift, slowly jerking up into your mouth. He looks down, loosens the grip you have on his hand only to run his thumb delicately across your cheek, dabbing lightly at the tears in the corner of your eye.

You suck hard around him, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening to his underside to let him fuck your mouth – a rhythm of sopping sounds and heartbeat hums from your throat. He’s close. He’s so fucking close.

“Just like that,” he tells you, and you blink up at him. Moans muffled by the mouthful of cock, saliva and sex slipping from your swollen lips. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. You’re such a good girl – you want daddy to give it to you?”

Mhm, you mumble into the warmth of his cock, the vibration of your throat on the eager skin enough to send Joel over the fucking edge. He throws his head back, lifts his hips up to you, and fills your mouth at the same rate he fills the room with the sound of his orgasm.

You take every last drop. You’re so good for him. Once he stills, once the screaming in his ears subsides, once the room slowly desaturates back to normal, a faded, blurry normal – he sits up and hooks his hands under your arms, pulling you up into him.

You collapse against his chest for the second time this morning, giggling and licking the last of his come from your mouth. Joel guides your jaw towards his, lips meeting in the middle, and licks the salty aftertaste from your tongue.

He rolls you both over, your thighs sitting safe on his hips.

“I know,” you sigh, head rolling against the curve of his arm beneath, “I know. You don’t gotta tell me.”

“Tell you what, angel?” he asks, one eyebrow lifting.

“Best head you ever had. I know.”

He scoffs, lips finding the hinge of your jaw. You giggle into his ear, a sound softer than birds cooing at the break of dawn, sweeter than the first bite of ripe fruit – the sharp taste bursting across his tongue and coating his teeth in sugar, numbed by the holy coaxing of feathered doves.

“You’re good with it, I’ll give you that,” he murmurs, and the giggle erupts into a laugh which fuels him enough to follow your roll out of bed, tear his shirt from your shoulders, and slip into the shower behind you, kneeling before you when you turn to look.

Joel’s second encounter with Jean-Marc in as many days, goes about as well as the first.

He balls his fists as he introduces the pair of you, watches like a caged and bound animal as Jean-Marc’s eyes loop all around your face, your shoulders, the pull of your dress around your waist.

He knows he’s being quiet. The glances you keep stealing at him tell him you know it, too. He wishes there was something he could say, something his lips might be able to carve into a neat little sentence. Tongue sanding the jagged edges of what he’d really like to say into a joke, a quip to ease the tension you so obviously feel.

But he can’t. His tongue isn’t blunt, isn’t defensive. It’s sharp like the kiss of venom, protective and aggressive. He knows he’d do better to hold it tight between his teeth.

The best he finds himself able to do is keep a heavy hand on your thigh, let you wrap your fingers around his own, squeeze you in place of whispering in your ear.

You hold your own, up against Jean-Marc. He knew you would. He learned less than a week into working with you, not to underestimate you. Your quick tongue, the million and one observations hidden behind the flash of a frown. He knows you can read Jean-Marc – probably better than he can, having known the guy ten years.

It doesn’t make it feel any safer, though. Luring you into a lion’s den. He knows you’ll make it out alive, but he can’t stand the thought of the claw marks in your skin.

That feeling washes over him again – that urge scored so deep into his bones that it hits marrow, to put himself between you and anything which might come to harm you. He swallows it down with the acidic sting of orange juice – slots it somewhere safe in his chest until he can assess whatever the fuck it is. Whatever the fuck it means.

His hand tightens around your leg when Jean-Marc mutters something to his assistant. Joel decides against asking you what it means, for fear he’ll tear the Frenchman limb from limb, strips of satin robe strung across the paved patio.

The assistant – tall, thin, looming over you like impending doom on legs – offers to show you the view of the city. And as Jean-Marc settles into your empty chair, the image of that torn satin robe shunts closer towards reality.

“I wonder if you might indulge me,” Jean-Marc slithers, pinching thin air with one hand and resting the other on the back of Joel’s chair.

“I wonder,” Joel mutters, finger tapping angrily on the table.

“She is a wonderful character. Beautiful, and very smart, I can see. I would be crazy not to ask, you must understand, Joel –”

He can’t help himself. He bites before Jean-Marc lays the trap. His head shakes. “She’s – she’s –”

And suddenly there isn’t a single word in the English dictionary worthy of describing you. Not a single combination of letters, of sounds, of syllables and phonetics that would do you justice.

He settles for, “I wouldn’t be anywhere without her.” It feels fucking redundant. It is fucking redundant.

Jean-Marc nods. “And you know that I see the value in things, hm?”

Joel dead-eyes his opponent, gaze narrowing. “What are you sayin’, Jean-Marc?”

“Well,” he shrugs, gesturing to the shadow pointing out the Eiffel Tower, “Paul is fantastic. Dedicated, hardworking. But it is a lot, for one person. I am sure you can understand, being that you have two assistants yourself.”

“And you wanna take one of ‘em out from under me?”

Jean-Marc chuckles, shaking his head. Tutting. Teeth grinding. He senses the bitter tone, hears the distortion of words squeezing through gritted teeth. “Not at all, my dear Joelie, not at all.”

Placating. It pisses Joel off more.

“I simply would like to raise the question of: would she like to be…taken?”

“Taken?”

“Hired. By me.”

The smug grin which pulls over taut lips incites Joel with a desire to punch the luminous veneers from their gummy holders. His fist balls again, nails digging harshly into his palm. He swallows roughly.

“She seems…she seems happy enough where she is to me.” He glances over, catches your eye for a fleeting second before Paul’s ghostly hand perches on your shoulder and turns your attention away again. Resigned, he adds, “You would have to ask her. I ain’t speakin’ for her.”

Jean-Marc’s leer only grows. “Ask her,” he repeats, nodding. “That is an idea.” He pushes out of his chair with a squeal of wood across stone, calling to the party, “Why don’t we take a drive? There is so much of the city I would love to show you – both of you, of course.”

Before he knows it, Joel’s on his feet, too, panic hammering through every muscle in his body. He tosses some half-assed excuse to the breeze; a half-truth, a desperate attempt to pull you away from the beady eyes and sharp claws of Jean-Marc and his assistant, and back over to his side. He takes your arm and scatters, pulling you past four, five, six bursting bouquets, your heels clicking along the polished floor, your head spinning.

He can feel the blood thrashing through his veins as the elevator arrives back in the lobby. Can see the shadow of Paul the assistant still over your shoulder, the place his hand sat like charcoal on white linen. He feels red hot, anger mixed with panic mixed with a word he hasn’t let slip just yet. He covers it by answering your questions shakily, diverting the ones about the conversation on the terrace.

And then you’re back in the safety of Denis’s car. You’re back to being on your own, together. No third set of eyes watching your every move, studying you like you’re some doll to be observed, or worse. You’re touching him again, holding his arm, caressing his cheek. His breathing eases, his body relaxes into the backseat of the Maybach.

You tell him you’d like to see the Louvre. So Joel takes you to see the Louvre.

Joel Miller has never been in love.

He’s said it, sure. Said it plenty to Avery.

G’night, love you.

I’m so proud of you, sweet; I love you so much.

Thanks for makin’ dinner, babe, I love you.

It began to take the form of breath, passing over his tongue with as much ease and instinct as his lungs would push out air. She looked at him a certain way – he’d say he loved her. They’d talk about the future – he’d tell her he loved her. They fought, over his working hours or the interest rates at different banks or whose family to spend Christmas with – and he’d remind her he loved her.

He meant every single one. He did, truly, love her. He loved her auburn hair, the way it’d sweep over her shoulders like a wave of fire. He loved the way she would pause to take thirty photos of the sky at sunset. He loved how homely she was, how simple and warm she could be. Her recipe books lining the shelves in her kitchen. Her pajamas folded neatly at the foot of her bed, waiting for her at the end of the day.

He loved her enough to spend four years with her, a life split nearly down the middle. Never seeping into one another. His side of the bed, and hers. His items in the fridge, and hers. His fucking bathrobe, and hers.

But right now, standing in a jam-packed room, maneuvering awkwardly around museum guides and backpacked tourists, avoiding the knee-height glass barriers and dodging fucking selfie sticks – Joel knows: he has never been in love.

Not until the moment he turns from some headless bust to search the room – the dark marble walls and great, carved arches; the white Parisian sky illuminating everything in a pale glow. Not until he catches a glimpse of you amongst the sea of bodies – stood before the Venus de Milo, staring up in wonder at Aphrodite like she’s the first thing in the world you’ve ever truly seen. The gentle lean of her body, the low sling of marble fabric around her waist, the soft dimple of her navel.

The way your eyes scan every detail of her form – every fold draped over her thigh, ever chisel mark and chip in her torso. The round swell of her breasts and the wavelike swirl of her hair. Barely blinking, afraid to lose sight of her for even a second.

Joel’s never been in love. Not until this very moment.

He only turned to make some quip about…well, now he can’t fucking remember, can he? Something irrelevant. Something so mundane, so meaningless, so dull that he wishes he could take back every word he ever said to you and use the breath more wisely – use the time spent making stupid jokes and work orders, just to look at you. Watch you, like he is right now. Every other thought, every worry and concern drop weightlessly from his mind, with such ease that he doesn’t feel the loss.

Your fixed stare up at the statue’s set face, the slow pacing of your heels, ankles crossing over one another as you pivot around her. And the look of wonder on your face – as if Joel instantly recognizes eight-year-old you, thumbing through the pages of the first art book she was ever gifted, copying the curled hair and round shoulders of the marble goddess in a pencil sketch.

Haloed by the towering windows behind you, arms crossed over your chest. Lips melting from a content smile to agape, and then pinning back in a smile again.

And suddenly – he can’t remember the flame of hair over his ex’s shoulder. Doesn’t remember a single meal she ever cooked for him. In the blink of an eye, he realizes he doesn’t want a life neatly split anywhere.

He realizes that his life, the way he wants it, was always meant to be meshed with yours. Intertwined so tightly that there is no his and hers. Last night at dinner, you couldn’t decide between the bœuf bourguignon and the confit de canard, so Joel ordered both – as well as what he wanted – and the two of you picked at three separate meals. Holding out forkfuls to feed one another, comparing and judging them like professional chefs on a fucking cooking show.

Back at the hotel, you fell asleep in his arms. Your head nestled under his chin; your arms curved around his shoulders. In the center of the bed, laying at an angle. When he got up this morning, the robe he threw around himself smelled like your perfume. The terrycloth on your shoulders, tinged with the weak scent of whiskey.

None of it – not the relationship you had before any of this happened, not the strolling over one boundary to the next, not the blurring of lines between colleague, and friend, and lover – has been neat. None of it has made any sense. And maybe that’s why he fucking trusts it so much.

Joel spent the first two weeks after you fooled around in his office swearing he wasn’t that guy. Staring himself down in the mirror with a balled fist, a pointed finger that said, You don’t sleep with your fucking assistant, you idiot.

And now, standing opposite you in a crowded room and only seeing you – he knows. He finally gets it.

He loves you. He – no, fuck.

He doesn’t just love you.

He’s on his knees, dagger through his heart –

blood spilling all over the pristine floor –

pathetic and adolescent in its nature –

butterflies tearing through his stomach as destructive as a hurricane –

in love with you.

He thinks to say it. To wander over and kiss your shoulder, hook his chin into your collarbone like he did in the Dolce and Gabbana store, and whisper, Hey. I love you. Did you know that?

But he knows that’d be fucking insane. Knows you’d probably unstick yourself from him and back up, tripping in your step. Paris ruined.

He knows he’d probably get so far as curving around your back and then bottle it, anyway. The words would die in his throat. You’d just lean back into him, none the wiser. You’d still make his heart pound.

Pound the way it does when you reach for his wrist and drag him off into the next room, and the next, and the next. And with every piece of art your eyes fall upon, another fragment of your soul is revealed to Joel. The depth of da Vinci, the color of Bruyère. The scale of Veronese and the beauty of Canova.

And with every part revealed, a desire blooms in him to learn the next part. Understand you; know you better than he knows himself. See you, the way he’s seeing you right now.

He takes his ex’s lead, when you’re stood in front of the Mona Lisa. All those fucking sunset photos, like she was afraid to forget what it looked like. The thought becomes urgent, pushing past every other meaningless word in his head.

He taps you on the shoulder, says your name lightly. When you turn, he’s already holding the phone up, watching your delayed motions through the screen. Please don’t let me forget this. Don’t let me forget you, like this.

“Smile,” he says, and you do.

“You’re cheesy,” you tell him, wandering off from the painting.

He’s still staring at the photo. At your dimpled cheeks, your red lips. Staring at your eyes, seeing a new glint in them that wasn’t there before. Like eight-year-old you smiling back at him, trusting him, knowing him.

Joel breathes, “She’s beautiful,” taking your waist in a steady arm to guide you out of the room.

You misunderstand him. He knows it. He doesn’t correct you.

She’s beautiful – the Mona Lisa. But she only became beautiful the second you laid eyes on her. The second she handed you a piece of your soul, the transaction laid bare for Joel to witness. A bucket list item ticked, or simply your childhood self, stood before one of her own seven wonders.

Everything is only beautiful after it comes into contact with you.

There’s a change in you, the morning that you leave. Something low-lying, melancholy and blue. Joel feels it under your skin, in the grip you keep on his hand the entire car ride from the hotel to the airport.

“You good?” he asks, walking up the steps of the jet, shelled around you. Safe, with him, safe with him.

You nod, but you’re watching the Maybach roll off, rounding the corner back to the airport. The same way you watch the city disappear beneath the clouds as the plane takes off.

The same way you glance over to him, your glossy eyes twinkling, pearly tears swimming across your waterline. Joel gets it. Figures he feels much the same.

He leads you slowly back through to the dark cabin bedroom, where you peel the shirt and sweats from your body. He watches from the bed, arm outstretched and inviting you to burrow into his side, curl around his body, loop your legs through his. His own little Aphrodite, the curves and the dimples and all the beauty to go with her.

He sinks his shoulder to let you nuzzle into him, let your slow-closing eyes follow his movements like rocking you back and forth to sleep. You link your arm through his, locking your bodies tight together. Joel slows his typing down, moves gentler, so you can fall asleep without being nudged too much by his arm.

You mumble something into the sleeve of his tee. He pauses. Looks down at your already closed eyes, your parted lips.

“What’d you say, baby?”

You take a deep, slow breath. Already sleeping, he thinks. And then, in the sigh that escapes from your mouth, you whisper to him.

“Please don’t ever leave.”

[ddoxhan]

prettiest to me

I'll write the melody, you write the words for me it might not be the prettiest, but it's the prettiest to me

word count : 2k words

genre : fluff & fluff; when minji wrote a melody and asks if you could write lyrics for it; minji's a simp for you; singer-songwriter! minji x uni student! fem! reader

t/w : slightly suggestive(?) ig (idk how to do this we ride or die)

a/n : to commemorate the ending of pr stunt by @silantryoo, here's a minji oneshot to thank bestie silan on making me squeal at 3am with this smau, it was a wonderful journey and I still can't believe it ended :') this marks my first nwjns fics :3 plot has nothing to do with pr stunt and I wrote this in one sitting so there might be errors or just weird flow since I didn't proofread enjoy !!

"babe! come down for a minute!"

"what is it? I'm a little busy with my assignments."

"that can wait, I'm more important here."

"well, you aren't wrong."

just as you reach the foot of the stairs, you don't seem to see your girlfriend anywhere in sight. that's when you figured she was in her mini recording studio. she would always be there if it wasn't the garden, which is her favorite spot for handling her work.

"so, how may I help you, my dearest minji?"

you weren't sure why she needed you in here, when you made it a fact that you weren't exactly musically gifted with that time you tried to serenade her but failed miserably (you practiced real hard and she appreciated your efforts).

"can you cook up some lyrics for this melody I wrote?"

"me? are you sure that's okay? I mean hanni would be able to create a masterpiece with your melodies, better than I could ever."

"sure she can, but this is for us. I write the melody, and you write the words."

"umm, okay? don't expect too much out of it though."

it would be a lie that minji didn't have a slightest expectation because she knew you had a way with your words. that was one of the reasons why she fell for you, amongst hundreds of them. utmost of all, you treat her real good, like she's your world and your one and only, which isn't wrong at all. you do love her more than yourself, and you don't mind throwing yourself in front of a truck for her (which had her smacking you on the back when you told her that).

as much as you don't enter her studio, there was only one chair and of course, it was already taken by the owner. minji saw how your eyes were searching for an extra one, so she just put her hands over your waist before pulling you over onto her lap.

the slight red tint on your ears doesn't go unnoticed by her, making her heart swell at the fact that you still burn bright red whenever she gets intimate. despite being together for years, you still do, and that reassures her that you feel the same for her, just as she does for you.

"I c-could have just gotten another chair from the kitchen."

"yeah, but I like it this way."

minji snakes her arms around your waist, giving you her signature cheeky smile, which you have a love-hate relationship with. it's just so annoying, but endearing because you love her. all you could do is role your eyes at it and pretend you don't like it.

she leans forward to get her earphones before handing you one side, putting the other into her own ear. with a click on the space bar, the melody she had just finished perfecting flowed out in the earphones.

with every stroke of the electric guitar, you found yourself lost in her eyes, and same goes to her. it made you feel so nostalgic as you reminisce the moments you shared with minji. the first time you met her, all the dates you went to, all the hours you spent staring at her eyes more than the scenery, all the times you said 'I love you' (that were three times in total of the 3 years you've been together for).

you just knew, this wasn't just some typical love song. it was your love song. yours only to listen to, which made you so sure, that you were going to spend the rest of your life with this girl in front of you, kim minji.

it made you feel loved by her, and also made you realize how madly in love you were with her. so this was why she insisted on you writing the lyrics. you didn't know how only just a melody could make you feel this way. god are you smitten by kim minji.

"min, you're a genius."

"are you sure? I'm pretty sure you literally just called me an idiot two days ago."

"I take it back, you're a bitter meanie."

"hey! you can't blame me for having good memory."

your glare seemed so 'intimidating', minji couldn't help but crack a smile at your attempt at being scary. and you followed suit, weak at how her lips would curl up and her eyes folding into crescents.

"you're adorable."

"don't think you're off the hook just because you call me cute."

"didn't think of that but yes, you are cute and I love you too."

she leans forward to steal a kiss on your lips, smiling sweetly at you as she stares into your eyes again. knowing the effect she had on you, minji purposely did so because it was fun to see you flustered, which makes you a thousand times cuter than you already are (minji's words not mine).

and she was absolutely accurate with how the red tint on your ears prolong and your gaze fall to the ground.

"so how was the melody? what makes you say I'm a genius just hearing that?"

you glance over at minji, full of curiosity and anticipation, as if she doesn't know how that melody just made you fall for her further.

"because that screamed 'I love you and no one else'? you just made me remember the feeling of being in love with you, baby."

to be honest, minji's heard countless 'I love you's' and 'baby's' in her entire career. but when it comes from you, it makes her heart flutter and all giggly like a lovesick schoolgirl. she too, remembers when you spell it out for her.

the feeling of being in love, and specifically with you. she could never forget how she fell for you. it wasn't love at first sight, but she did realize she was in love with you at a particular moment. that moment you smiled at her as you pulled her along by her wrist to the arcade. she didn't know what it was, but that endearing smile that tugged perfectly on your lips led her to offer you her heart.

and it was the same smile minji loved seeing every day, the smile you only showed when it came to her. you could very well call it 'minji-exclusive smile' and your friends would 100% agree because there was just a different glint in your eyes and a higher tug against your lips when it was for her. dani mentioned that and was so supportive of you two while hanni gives you her signature side eye. (she secretly likes you two together because you treat her bestie well and vice versa)

"now that you say it, I guess it does sound like that. well then I believe you have your inspiration right there."

"of being in love you?"

"yes, that, and us. this is our song, so it's about us, our love."

"I suppose I can start from there."

you still can't get used to minji using the word 'love' so easily, rolling off her tongue like it meant nothing. but you knew she means it every single time she stares into your eyes, saying it with utmost warmth. she makes you feel at home, as you are wrapped up in her arms. although you two are cotton candy clouds most of the time, there will always be times where you two bicker and argue over something unimportant just like other couples out there. even so, voices are never raised and what more physical.

it was an agreement made at the start of your relationship and it was never once broken, which made you love minji more than you thought you could ever. your previous relationship begged to differ, so you were honestly afraid to start another one. yet this girl in front of you showed you that you were worth every drop of love she could offer, every kiss you shared, every night you spent cuddling with her. the list could go on and on, and she would still have so much to give to you because you deserve it.

"then there's that. now you can attend to your assignments, but make sure to be down here later for dinner."

minji squinted her eyes at you, making you look away as you remember how you used to starve yourself just to finish your thesis. all that was past you when you moved in to live with her. of course it was when she'd make you meals so you never skip, and being the stubborn person she is, she makes sure you finish it. (minji treats you like a kid but she does so because you do act like one at times, and she's not complaining since she loves taking care of you)

"okay, mom."

you lift yourself off from her lap to get back to whatever you were working on, but as you did, she pulled you back down. what she does next catches you so off guard, you push her away, running out of the studio before she can see how you're about to explode from embarrassment.

"I don't think you suck your mom's lips off, do you?"

to top it off, she puts her lips near your ears and whispered, extremely seductively. her breath tickled and lingered against your skin in the best way possible. you couldn't deny though, you quite literally sucked her lips off the other time you spent the last friday movie night, making out with the movie just playing on in the background. if someone were to ask you about that movie, you were sure you aren't going to be able to tell them what it was about. you apologized to her after the session when you saw how red and swollen her lips when you two finally got out of it. (your lips weren't any better either)

"I hate you."

"thanks babe, I love you too."

you were pouting as you made your way back upstairs, but was stopped by your beloved girlfriend before you could take a seat to continue your assignment. minji threw her arms over your shoulder, hugging you from the back as you refuse to look at her. she loves teasing you because you just give her the best reactions, and it's become a routine.

"if you keep teasing me, I'm not writing the lyrics."

"what's that gotta do with the lyrics? you promised, and remember, no breaking promises."

"that's up to me."

folding your arms across your chest, you turn your head to the left because minji leaned forward to look at you from the right.

"babe."

"what?"

just as you turn your head back to the right, kim minji once again steals another peck on your lips. if she thinks she can get you to stop being 'angry' at her with this, she is absolutely right. (she just knows you too well, and also because she knows you love her very much)

when she notices the way your lips become less pouty, minji tightens the hug as she buries her head in the crook of your neck. she takes a seat on the chair with her still hugging onto you like a bear, mumbling against your skin, sending shivers down your spine (in a good way).

"don't be angry with me."

"I'm not..."

when clingy minji shows up, you just know you can never win against her.

"you will write the lyrics right?"

"of course, I made a promise. and I'll make it the prettiest in the world so you won't be disappointed."

"if it's written by you, I'll love it no matter what. you can write me a nursery rhyme, and I'd give you a nobel prize."

her jokes never fail to crack you up, as if her sense of humor was built to match yours. she never fails to amaze you every single day you wake up to seeing her by your side, soundly asleep. minji used to suffer a lot from insomnia but from the day you slept by her side, there wasn't a single night she spent awake.

"whatever you write, I just know it's gonna be the best. even if you think it may not be the prettiest, it's the prettiest to me."

"you're the prettiest to me."

[bl3ss3dbyt1amat]

misc bg3 companion hc

this is so much. i have no idea and im also sorry. all of the origin companions included under the cut

astarion:

i feel like he claps funny. like hes clapping but its that specific way thats meant to be like quieter? like clapping on the palm of his hand. this might be projection but i feel like hes also the type of person to do like a little clap or a spin or his trademark ridiculous giggle whenever hes happy.

i think that hes prone to dramatics like. like pretending to fall on the floor and die if you say hes actually not on your mind 24/7. oh whats that? you dont think im the prettiest princess in the entire world? well astarion has dramatically fallen to the floor

in the early game astarion most definitely practiced his lines loudly and publicly (in camp). he cant even see himself in the mirror but hes trying to look all suave and being like "shall i compare thee to a summers night" while lae'zel and shadowheart both shout "NO" from across the camp. (can be interpreted as bloodiedblade/wyllstarion but i think wyll would be amused and even finish the quote).

wyll:

this man is probably good with basic medicines and ill die on this hill. hes got aloe vera type shit on him at all times. sure, hes not a cleric or healer or even a bard, but he'll stay with you and try his damned best to cheer you up when youre hurt or sick.

on a related note i feel like wyll would be absolutely DELIGHTED by a bard tav. he would just be so amused and filled with whimsy. never gonna complain about playing, even if its like 2am. just occasionally putting in song requests. hes so incredibly enthusiastic like spinning tav around like "THAT WAS BRILLIANT!!!"

wyll probably keeps houseplants. (minor blazingblade but i feel like karlach would accidentally kill one of the plants and actually begin weeping. once she gets her engine fixed wyll tries to teach her how to garden. this goes weirdly) furthermore i think he like goes around his house like humming merrily and watering his plants and crap

gale:

i dont think hes coordinated at all. like this man is tripping down the stairs on a daily basis. he is dropping his tea, his book, his body, ect. to the point that hes got a habit of just hugging the railing for dear life every time he has to go down a staircase. this made traversing shit like the underdark actually literally horrible. every time he falls karlach is so overly concerned and probably offers to carry him. astarion, to everyones dismay, dies laughing each and every time

pretty sure wyll and shadowheart have a conversation about weird book porn. i am here to say that gale was holding back his power while that conversation happened. gale has read so much book porn and if you knew the real scale of it you would be concerned. tara is concerned at least.

shadowheart:

especially during early game, i feel like shadowheart was literally clenching so hard to avoid admitting cute things were cute. like "oh.. a stray mutt... charming I MEAN IN LIKE A GROSS WAY". she was trying to hard to be all scary and into shar and shit but she just really likes puppies and other animals and crap

if she were modern i feel like she would really like pixar movies (inside out comes to mind for reasons i cannot explain) and wear long jean skirts. i cant explain any of this but it is fact in my mind. even in the bg3 setting i do feel like she would wear very long boxy type skirts. sort of plays into her whole "dark priestess" sort of vibe

shadowheart was sitting in her tent with scissors fucking losing her shit with anxiety trying to cut her own bangs without a mirror. it is a literal miracle from selune that they dont look like complete and total shit. no wonder halsin was surprised. (minor silverheart/shadow'zel: when she first like actually properly noticed what shaodwheart did with her hair, since the initial joke is she cant tell what changed, i think lae'zel was very impressed. she even likened it to like a sort of war paint against shar. also we KNOW lae'zel likes silver)

(can be interpreted as bladeheart/,,, do wyll and shadowheart have a ship name yet? HM. well anyway i think that in conjunction with the previous headcanon about wyll gardening, he and shadowheart garden together and he specially grew her night orchids)

lae'zel:

ever since i looked at her stupid little mindflayer training dummie in camp ive had the image of her in my head very angrily and intensly carving up a turnip to look like a mindflayer. draws a little mean face on it like the worlds most violent six year old. every time she messes up on her little DIY project shes muttering curses in tir'su.

lae'zel will take any opportunity to infodump about githyanki culture. specifically red dragons. if she met a red dragonborn or even maybe a follower of tiamat or some shit she would be so hype. in her "i hate everyone SVAH" way ofc. but like. trying to casually slide trivia into battle conversation or party banter with all the subtlety of an owlbear. "yes... the battle preparations are proceeding as expected... as expected a red dragons hibernation cycle..." and everyone just has to turn their head and ask what the fuck shes talking abt

(can be thought of as silverweave: lae'zel and gale talk in draconic about dragon history and the celestial plane. hes so tickled to have a mutual interest with lae'zel)

no one hears lae'zel laugh but when they do its so weird. like its some weird like hissing sort of sound and everyone has to do a double take and make sure theyre understanding what the fuck is going on for a second. lae'zel is incredibly defensive when people notice it but theyre not trying to be mean

karlach:

before her engine gets fixed but like early on to where shes not used to it, karlach keeps trying to touch things and keeps breaking them. this fills her with genuine despair and she will start crying (everyone in camp has to go on a group effort to calm her down). she just thinks the world is so beautiful and is so sad she cant interact with it

she likes to dance but in like a boot stompin way. karlach is probably just an absolute party animal when she gets her freedom back because honestly in her situation who wouldnt be. SHE JUST GOT TO NOT BE ON FIRE LET THE GIRL PARTY

once shes been fixed to the point where she can touch people, she just never stops. manhandling everyone in the party constantly. oh whats that? tav is on low health? dont worry karlach is sprinting over to put tav on her shoulder. literally any problem can be solved by karlach hugs and i wont be taking feedback on this

[tim-shii]

prologue. love, sae

series masterlist > next

take a deep breath and start at the beginning. tell them how we first met.

itoshi sae finds you weird. he observes how you’re always sat in the back, never talking unless spoken to. perhaps you’re just shy, he deduced. shy enough to constantly divert your eyes when approached. or maybe a little bit too shy that you escape the scene as soon as you pick up on any sign of social interaction. 

you’re like a melody that doesn't quite harmonize with the rest of the song, sae mused to himself. nevermind, he’ll just leave you be. after all, he’s going to become the best striker the world has ever seen. he has no time for friendships. 

ignoring the weird person in the corner was easy for sae. after all, you don't really do anything. you just sit there. you just keep sitting there. not even bothering to get up during recess, instead you stay at your desk and ponder. peering out the window with longing and loneliness in your eyes. 

it was rainy after school. with your mother getting called to stay overtime at work, you had no choice but to wait on the bench under the shed. swinging your tiny legs back and forth as you gaze at the falling tear drops from the sky. sae watches you from inside the car. since his mother was still talking to the principal, he was left alone in the car. 

itoshi sae met you at 5 years old. rain boots splashing with every step as he ushers you under the umbrella with him.

tell them that ever since we shared our dreams...

“sae, i dreamt last night.” you told him while you were eating ice cream together at the park. your older brother at the slides, playing with a four year old itoshi rin. sae glances at you, wincing as he saw you bite your popsicle. you took his silence as a sign to continue. 

even your weirdest dreams..

“you know a donkey?” 

“why? were you a donkey in your dream?”

“kind of but not really. hear this.” you turn to him, popsicle long forgotten in your hand, melting and dripping everywhere under the sun. but neither of you were focused on that. sae was too busy listening and anticipating your dream while you were too giddy to even be aware of your surroundings. “i was its ears!” 

for a moment, sae was unsure of what to say. if it were anyone else who said that, he’d reply “that’s stupid!” with a frown etched on his face. but this was you. how could he ever tell you that your dreams were stupid, no matter how weird they are and how weirder they might get. 

“well, was there at least a pretty earring adorned in you?” sae asks, taking the stick in your hand, holding to both of them after giving you a tissue from his pockets. he sees your nose scrunch up in thought. “now that you say it… i don’t think there was one. i was just a boring old ear. a donkey’s ear.”

“then, i’ll buy you the prettiest earring out there so you won’t think you’re just a boring old donkey’s ear.” sae smiles at you softly, eyes crinkling at the corners, while locking his pinky with yours. a silent promise. one he could only hope he can keep.

no. keep that as our secret.

“for those i haven't had the chance to say hi to properly, i’m sae.”

a white veil occasion. a union of lovers, a promise to forever. definitely a dream come true for most, but not for sae. no when he’s here at the wedding of his best friend since childhood, giving out a speech that’ll surely make you cry. it would’ve been a dream come true, yes. i mean, he’s loved you for so long. 

but it seems like he’s late once again. another fool played around by fate. but he doesn’t dare cry. how can he? it’s your special day after all. he wouldn't wanna ruin it and sae knows well that his brother, who’s sitting beside you, will love you with all his heart.

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last night

( pairing ) : five hargreeves x reader

( about ) : five hargreeves does not dance, but he has to make an exception for the prettiest person in the room on his last night on earth, right?

( warnings ) : profanity, typical pre-apocalyptic angst, right person not enough time trope, some jealous five (or may be that’s a bonus. it’s up to you)

( words ) : 2900

( note ) : i never know how to handle the whole 58-year-old in his 13-year-old body scenario, but for the sake of simplicity let’s just say that the reader is also mentally 50 or so who worked for the Commission. they’ve known each other for like a decade and have been working as partners. anything for a dose of typical old couple sweetness ig <3

You’ve never been to a wedding until now. Fifty-something years of living (because you lost track after that, honestly) and not a single chance to watch a bride walk down the aisle in white, her lover at the altar.

Well, you guess you can thank Sloane and Luther for letting you cross that off your pre-apocalyptic bucket list.

It’s a shame, really, the many decades you’ve lived and wasted. There’s not much time to attend weddings in between assassinations for an organization that’s located outside of the timeline. If only you existed outside of it, too.

It’s a weird topic — one you’ve always found difficult to talk about because, realistically speaking, who else can relate to feeling lonely because they spent years serving a time-traveling agency responsible for maintaining the time-space continuum which practically stripped them of all long-term acquaintances?

Well, there might be one person.

Five Hargreeves has always been a tough code to crack. He isn’t unreadable, per se. He’s just incredibly stubborn. You thought, at first, it might have been a recent development. Maybe the bitterness had come with old age. But seeing as his siblings barely bat an eye to his behavior, after seventeen years of being presumed dead, you figure he’s always been like this.

In his defense, you have a few decades’ worth of tolerance for human interaction. Five likes to think that he isn’t a particularly nasty person. He simply hasn’t found more people worth having around for company. Of course, there is one.

You watch him, standing right next to you in a black suit so similar to his Commission attire it gives you a sense of deja vu. Nothing unpleasant, just yearnful of simpler times. Back then, it had just been the two of you against the world – literally, but it had been fun, nonetheless.

Sloane and Luther do the honors of stepping onto the dancefloor first, followed by Diego and Lila, as the song starts playing. 

A couple’s dance in the current state of the universe? Alright, it’s kind of sweet.

“This is officially worse than the apocalypse.” And there he goes, the bright beam of sunshine.

“Right now? Really?” You roll your eyes, disappointed that the moment is ruined. He’s silent for a while, his eyes scanning the room until they land on a bucket of wine and champagne.

“Ah, there we are,” he says to himself. You catch his arm just before he turns away.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m getting wasted,” he shrugged off. “Want anything?” You hit his arm.

“You are not getting wasted on your last night alive!” He laughs it off, like he knows something you don’t. You think he’s probably holding onto a monologue about the benefits of intoxication as opposed to sobriety on an instance as stressful as a Kugelblitz. This wouldn’t exactly be the first time.

In truth, you’re not far off. He would, as a matter of fact, much prefer to numb his mind before Hell freezes over. Of course, not that he would actually be there to watch it happen this time. Stil, he fears the permanence of what’s next to come, and he’s paralyzed by the knowledge that he can’t do anything to stop it.

But Y/N is talking to him, trying to get him to gather whatever’s left of his courage and sanity. You were always doing that. Why were you always doing that?

“What else am I supposed to do? Dance?”

You stay silent, just a second or two, which is apparently enough for Five to figure out that dancing is, in fact, exactly what you’re suggesting.

“You’re kidding.” 

“No, no. I’m dead serious.”

“What makes you think I’d want to dance?” It comes out much harsher than he’d intended, and he almost wants to clarify that his question didn’t end in ‘with you’ because he didn’t particularly dislike the scenario if he could enjoy it with you. If only it were under better circumstances.

“You’re a gentleman?”

“We’re too old to be dancing.”

“You’re physically thirteen. Your hip won’t give out if you sway for a few minutes.” He swats your hand away from his arm, his face contorting to a combination of equal exhaustion and exasperation.

His hips might not fail him, but what of the rest of him? Five isn’t sure he can stay upright for too long if the two of you stood any closer together.

“That’s not what I mean. We’re bordering on sixty, Y/N. We have other things to worry about.” 

“No, actually, we don’t. We die tomorrow, and correct me if I’m wrong, but that doesn’t exactly give us enough time to worry about retirement or funeral plans.”

“That’s fair, but dancing?” he quips again, like it’s the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard of. You have the mind to tell him that you’ve successfully arranged a wedding with a few hour’s notice while the rest of the universe perished. How’s that for ridiculous?

“I’m only trying to keep you from getting drunk and doing anything embarrassing.” This startles Five. He’s blacked out before, sure, but he can remember most of everything when he wakes up. Doesn’t he?

“When have I ever done anything like that?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. There was that one time you got hammered and professed your undying love for me.”

“What?” Now, you see Lila’s point. Five’s a funny guy. Pissing him off is very therapeutic.

“I’m kidding. You just blacked out and kept saying my name in your sleep.”

“I did not!”

“How would you know? You were asleep.”

“I’m still not dancing.” You flash him a mischievous grin.

It makes him nervous. Nothing good – not by his standards, that is – ever comes from that smile. It’s evil and taunting, founded entirely by malicious intent.

“Oh, I get it! You suck at dancing. The Temps Commission’s best assassin has two left feet! Oh, that’s adorable.” He scoffs, like you’ve said something unbelievable. It’s a fair reaction considering… Well, since when has Five Hargreeves been bad at anything?

“I’m not falling for that.” You place a comforting hand on his waist, bringing him closer. He stares but doesn’t try to pry you off. 

He tries not to scream.

“Did you just grab my waist?”

“I’m an affectionate drunk.”

“You’re completely sober.”

“Weddings make me touchy-feely,” you tell him with a grin.

“You can dance with Klaus.” You sigh, withdrawing your arm around him. 

If insulting his dancing skills didn’t work, it was time to get serious.

“There’s no need to deny it. Not everyone can be blessed with talent. It isn’t anything to be ashamed of. There was this one guy that took me dancing in ‘62. He was great, but he kept stepping on my right foot. Sometimes, if I shut my eyes, I can still feel it.”

You make a show of lifting your attire just high enough to reveal your shoes, setting your right foot forward. Five eyes you suspiciously.

You did what in ‘62?

“When did that happen?” He prides himself in not sounding too upset, just enough so he could pass it off as disappointment that you’ve wasted time dawdling as opposed to blinding hatred, if you ask.

“A few months ago. Might have been Christmas… no. It was New Year’s Eve, I’m pretty sure.  You know, before you came knocking on my door in ‘63 to announce the second apocalypse like the four freaking horsemen. You’re lucky Reginald didn’t make you Number Four, honestly.” Your joke misses him completely. You swear he turns green with envy. It’s absolutely thrilling.

“And you just danced with some random guy?” He calms down a little.

“A very generous lover.”

Lover?! he almost says aloud.

“But, alas, we just weren’t meant to be,” you say dramatically, faking a swoon, and staring into space to mock a pitiful look of longing.

You’re not too surprised to find him trying to link your arms together only seconds later.

“What are you doing?” Five drags you to the dancefloor, an arm hooked with yours.

“Giving you a dance that doesn’t end with your feet swollen.”

“Ah, so you’re doing me a favor?”

“Obviously.”

“Five Hargreeves doing something against his will entirely for someone else’s happiness? My, the world really is ending.”

Not just any ‘someone,’ he thinks. Just you.

“Happiness?” he echoes, sounding impressed. “Good to know you think so highly of me.” 

The smug bastard.

“I’m ecstatic! Couldn’t you tell? I’m spending the last dance of my life with a bitter old man simultaneously going through puberty and some male version of menopause.” 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the joy radiating from you. My doing, was it?”

“You’re an ass. You’re terrible company. I should have let the other guy keep his spot as my last dance.”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to dance with me?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather you step on my foot than crush dreams.”

“Oh, now I’m your ‘dream?’”

“No, moron. I wanted to dance. It was on my bucket-list and everything. You don’t happen to know Tango, do you?”

“You have a bucket list?”

Five looks away, hiding the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. It’s a rare treasure to lure any genuine sign of joy from him that doesn’t come in the form of snark and sarcasm. You suppose you’re lucky enough to have seen it multiple times. You might be the luckiest person in the world for being able to have the real thing, time limit aside.

“Some of us have dreams that don’t include dying from alcohol poisoning.”

“Absolutely,” he brushes aside, “What’s next on the list? Eating fries with ice cream? Staying awake through a movie marathon? What beats ‘dancing with someone who won’t break all ten of my toes?’”

Even as you bicker back and forth, you find your fingers intertwined with his. His other hand rests gently on the small of your back and you bring him close with an arm around his shoulder. It’s a wonder how the two of you fit together so naturally, so seamlessly in spite of the way your words constantly clash. He’s composed entirely of rough edges, jagged stone melding with equally stubborn steel. That’s what the two of you have always been like – a symphony of crescendos set to make the world tremble.

It has always been embedded into your mind that if you were destined to bring the world to ruin, you would do it together. But now the two of you will watch as it falls apart, powerless to the ruination of a life you want to conquer. The universe must think itself hilarious.

“What is it? I can practically hear you thinking.”

“I don’t think telepathy is one of your powers.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. What are you thinking?” His brows furrow with concern and you smile because, not that you’ve necessarily forgotten, but it’s a reminder that he cares. 

“Nothing.” You shake your head, looking a little dazed. ”But don’t you think… Well… We look kind of funny, don’t we?” 

Well, not really. Personally, he thinks you look breathtaking.

“You look terrible. Leave me out of it.” Five smiles. “Honestly, when someone forces you to dance you think they’d at least try not to step on your feet.”

“Oh, Five Hargreeves, you are a man of many, many words. You really know how to flatter a person. Who knew you could be so romantic?” You lift your arm from his shoulder, tousling his perfectly combed hair. He pinches your side in retaliation.

“Hey! Rude!”

“You deserved it.”

“You started it!”

“No, you did. But, alright, I’ll humor you. Why do we look funny?”

“Shit, where should I start? We’re in our late fifties and we look just barely out of middle school.”

“Hm, never would have thought of that.”

“I had to set up a wedding reception in less than a day! Do you know how hard it is to find flowers when the planet is literally falling apart? There is not a single garden within the one-mile radius that’s left around here!”

“I can imagine.” Five is grinning so wide, you’re compelled to act as an extension. It’s like your mouth feels obligated to do the same – to express the utter joy no single person is capable of expressing. 

Five doesn’t understand how he can feel so weightless in spite of everything. With one foot in his grave, how is it possible that he feels so delightfully unburdened?

“And you are laughing at my very visible distress! We’re the last of mankind and we’re dancing in fancy suits and dresses in a creepy, ancient hotel like a couple of teenagers at prom! And you find it funny!”

Oh, of course. He feels delighted because you’re here.

“I think you’re funny.”

“I know, I’m hilarious!” Five shakes his head, clearly amused.

“And to think I was actually worried.”

“About me?”

“Who else?” Your eyes soften, an expression clearly screaming awe exchanging any and all concern. His face contorts, nose scrunching the way it always does when he tries to look irritated. 

He’s not. He’s wonderful.

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever—”

“Don’t ruin it.”

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”

“Bickering with you? I’d have to be a lunatic to enjoy that.”

“My point still stands, now with supporting evidence you provided.”

“That’s doesn’t—”

“They were your words! You said them yourself, Five, and I know too goddam well you don’t say anything you don’t mean.”

“And you know me so well, don’t you?” It’s a challenge, maybe even an invitation to drive the conversation closer to the flames, but you feel too tired to pull through. Not of him — never of him. Still, there’s something about knowing that what happens tonight is the end-all-be-all. Is this how you want to spend the last moments of your life? Your last moments with Five? You feel the fire extinguish, tucking away the childishness of the interaction. Instead, you say, as genuinely as you can muster:

“Yeah. I like to think so. I would like to, at the very least.” Five catches the change in your tone – the wistful and longing plea. If you know him, he knows you just as well. Because he cares, no matter how badly he wants to believe otherwise. So he understands what you wish for, hears the grief in your voice because the two of you know that with the world ending there’s no time to get to know each other.

There’s no time to get to love each other — not for the numerous flaws you’ve discovered, and certainly not for those left unveiled.

“Fifty-eight years and it just wasn’t enough, was it?” The two of you share a mutual understanding then, exchanged entirely through glittering eyes under dim lights, that the loss is something for the both of you to mourn.

“Guess not. But that’s just another dream to bury, right?” You try to smile. Really, you do. But Five suddenly looks anguished, maybe because you’d been so quick to admit defeat.

“It shouldn’t have to be. Ten years that I wasted — ten years where you were right there, but I couldn’t be bothered to get my shit together. Fuck, how did we get here?”

“Do you think an entire lifetime would have been enough?” you whisper, hoping that the question won’t sound too grim or lacking faith of what you two could have been. The last thing you want is to make him doubt the reality of what you do have.

“Probably not,” he whispers back, “But it still would have been nice to have that with you.” He sounds so despaired you could weep. “I thought I could, you know. When we got back here, I thought we could start over. I thought I could fix things. Seems like I’m always wrong, nowadays.”

“For what it’s worth, you were right about one thing.” Five chokes out a laugh, low and uncertain.

You hate it. 

You want to rid him of doubt and revive the version of him who had been so sure of himself and what the world had to offer. You want the stubborn, unrelenting man with enough willpower to last the both of you for lifetimes.

“I think I’ll need you to remind me when,” he says in a way so devoid of hope that you can hear your heart shatter.

“You were right about you being my dream. You have been… for a long time.”

The dance comes to a halt as Five’s feet remain planted. A handful of emotions flash through his eyes, down the entirety of his face, all far too quickly for you to distinguish. There’s a glimpse of confusion and disbelief, then of something more intense. You’re scared it might be anger or disgust. Or worse, it could be pity.

But then your hands are encased in his, and the gesture is so wonderfully gentle that your anxiety dissipates almost entirely, a fraction only remaining in anticipation for what comes next. You watch as Five battles himself, his grasp tightening with every victory that passes. 

Silently, he allows himself reprieve and braces as his walls come down.

You’re her dream, his own voice reverberates in his mind. You have been, for a long time. For what might as well be the first time, he lets go.

“So have you.”

[lukall705]

Young Love [Chapter 2]

I forgot to add TW's on the last chapter but i don't think it needs any

TW: Smut, my horibble writen smut, alcohol??, idk tell me if i need to add more ig

You can read all the chapters i've made so far on my wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/1378942229-young-love-chuuya-x-reader-x-dazai-chapter-2

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Y/N's POV:

After a few hours i finish unpacking my stuff and check the clock on my phone. "its only 16:34?" i say to myself 'might as well go buy myself some food since i don't wanna eat chuuya's or dazai's food' 

When i walk out of my room is see chuuya and dazai have changed their outfits 'are they going on a date or something?' "where are you two going?" i ask them.

"Oh! Hey Y/N, me and Chuuya are going on a date so we will be gone for a few hour!" Dazai says happily. "oh nice, i was just about to go get some food for myself" i say and start to put on my shoes. 

For some reason when i bend down i feel like someone is watching me from behind but i don't think much of it.

A few hours later

I'm just laying in my bed and listening to music while pretending to be in edits and also singing along to some songs.

When ever my favorite songs come on i start dancing or just walking around in my room. "Bernadette, You are my liberty. I celebrate the day, That you changed my history. Oh, life and death. Will always lead you into love and regret. But you have answers, And I have the key For the door to Bernadette~" i sing praying to god that Chuuya and Dazai aren't home yet, because 1, that would be embarrassing and 2, i don't have the prettiest singing voice in the world.

After the song ends i lay back down in my bed waiting for the next song to come on, but realize that my headphone are dead "aw man.." i say and start looking for the changer to the headphones.

Dazai POV: (3rd person)

Dazai and Chuuya are sitting at a bar drinking. (its around 23:00pm btw) 

"Chuuya~ you really shouldn't be drinking this much~ you know you can handle your liquor~" Dazai teases him. "Shut up! i can handle my alcohol very well!"  Chuuya says and chugs down a glass of wine. "oh lord" Dazai says and sees that hes starting to get drunk. 

Suddenly Chuuya gets up and goes over to the karaoke area of the bar, picks up the microphone and starts singing his heart out.

Dazai is giggling and recording the whole thing for later blackmail.

After a while everyone starts leaving because the bar is closing. "Chuuya, baby its time to get you home" Dazai says and picks up the drunk Chuuya.

Y/N's POV:

When i walk back into my room after getting myself some water from the sink i hear Rasputin playing and a young man yelling "COME ON FYODOR, YOU CAN DO IT!!" from the dorm next mine. 'i guess someone's having fun' i think and chuckle to myself. 

I put my glass of water on my bedside table and sit down on my bed and look out the window.

(this what the room looks like with a bigger window and more room + some of you're own thing)

While looking out at the dark street, i see Dazai and Chuuya walking back, or more like Dazai is carrying Chuuya on his shoulders. "he's probably drunk or something" i say to myself.

I put on my headphones and start watching something on my computer.

after sometime i go to the kitchen to get water but stop as my jaw drops 'WHAT. THE. FUCK!?' i think as i see Dazai and Chuuya making out in the kitchen. I almost drop my glass "okay i think its time for me to go to bed, i can't deal with this anymore" i say as i walk back to my room, praying they didn't notice me.

As i walk into my room i turn of the lights and start taking of my clothes, going to bed in only my bra and panties. 

As i try to sleep i hear Dazai and Chuuya going into their bedroom to probably have sex or something, i feel myself start to get pretty horny from just listening to them. 

I just lay there listening to them. I feel myself get flustered hearing what i believe is Dazai's cute moans and whimpers as Chuuya fucks him.

Dazai POV:  

"AH~ hm~ chuuya!~" i moan like a slut as is Chuuya fucks me from behind, and choking me. "fuck, such a slutty boy you are~" Chuuya says in my ear as i cry from the pleasure. 

"please~ i'm a good boy!~ please be gentle~" i plead as the pleasure becomes to much to bare "please let me cum..!~ i'm so close chuuya~" i cry into my pillow.

"No~ not yet, little slut~" Chuuya's thrusts get much faster and rougher, and it's hard for me to not cum right then and there. "p-please!~ Chuuya..!~" i cry and feel his teeth bite my neck.

"cum." Chuuya says in a commanding voice and i cum all over the bed. " good boy~" Chuuya says and kisses my forehead. "you did so well little slut~" he whispers "but its not over yet~" 

Y/N's POV:  

After what feels like forever they finally stop whatever they were doing. I check my phone and see its 5:23 am. "four hours!? damn they are like bunnies in heat.." i say as i try to sleep again.

Next morning: (Y/N POV) 

The next morning i come out of my room looking like shit. when i walk into the kitchen i see Dazai hugging Chuuya from behind while he cooks.

"Next time try to not wake up the whole campus with all of your noises" i say to them in a pissed voice while i make myself some coffee. They both turn to look at me in surprise. "what..?" Chuuya says while nervelessly laughing. "if you're gonna have sex don't be so fucking loud" i walk back to my room while they just look at me in shock, they both must have forgot i was in the apartment and didn't think to try to be quiet. 

After drinking my coffee i start to put on my clothes. 

'looks nice' i smile while looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a white dress shirt, a black jean skirt that goes to my ankles with a slit at the bottom reveling my legs(it can be pants to if you want) a  black west with white stripes and black leggings with small heart on them.

When i walk out of my room i see Dazai and Chuuya eating breakfast, 'that looks kinda good' i think to myself as i put my shoes on.

"aren't you gonna eat something before you leave?" i flinch as i hear Dazai talk to me. "a-ah, no i don't eat breakfast, it makes me want to throw up" Dazai looks at me "okay.." he says as i walk out of the dorm. 'phew' i think as i walk down the hall.

"COME ON FYODOR! CAN WE PLEASE GET ANOTHER RAT?! RATATOUILLE NEEDS A FRIEND!" I hear the same young man from last night yell again. 'isn't that the one who yelled "you can do this fyodor!!" last night?' i think. 

When i turn a corner i see a tall man with white long hair in a pig tail and a scar on one of his eyes, a man with pale skin and black hair to his shoulders and a man with a Christmas tree looking hairstyle and his hair being half white, half purple. 'What the actual fuck is that hairstyle' i think as i look at the poor man. 

All three of them notice that i'm looking at them and the white haired speaks "Oh, hey! you must be new here!" he says and runs up to me "uh.. yeah i am.." i say. "i'm Nikolai, Nikolai gogol!" the white haired man says. "this here is Fyodor, my dear friend!" he says and points at the black haired man. 'the way he said dear seems like they are more then friends' 

"and this one here is Sigma!" Nikolai points at the white and purple haired man. 'there's no fucking way is his name Sigma'. "uh.. i'm Y/N" i say. "hello Y/N, its nice to meet you" Fyodor says in a thick Russian accent and shakes my hand with his cold one. "its nice to meet you too" i smile "i think i heard you guys last night, you guys were playing Rasputin" i laugh.

"OH! yeah we were playing just dance!" Nikolai says happily. I look at Sigma who looks a bit nervous. "uhh.. sorry if we bothered you last night.!" he says. 'poor man' i think 'he probably lost a bet to that Nikolai guy and had to get that haircut'. 

"Oh, no i didn't bother me at all, it made me happy to know someone was having fun" i smile at him. "oh.. okay" he smiles back.

Nikolai goes back to begging Fyodor to get another rat and i walk up to Sigma. "Y/N" i reach out my hand for him to shake "Sigma" he says while shaking my hand. "not to be rude or anything, but is Sigma your real name? isn't it a Greek letter?" i ask "..its not actually my real name.. i have amnesia and forgot my real name.. so i just use that.." he says while scratching the back of his head. "oh i'm so sorry! that must have sounded rude!" i say while panicking a bit "no! its okay! really, a lot of people ask me that, so i don't find it rude anymore" he says trying to reassure me.

'phew' i think. "uhh.. do you want to be friends or something..? i don't really have any friends at the moment.." i ask him "sure" he smiles at me.''

"so.. how long have you been friends with Nikolai and Fyodor?" i ask "about 3 years" he says. i smile at him. "oh, can i have your phone number? you don't have to if you don't want to!" he says "yeah, here its xxxxxxxx" i smile at him. "thanks mine is xxxxxxxx" he says.

"ooo~ is Sigma getting himself a partner?~ its about time~" Nikolai teases him. "WHAT!? NO! WE ARE JUST FRIENDS!" Sigma starts blushing and he feels embarrassed. "Sure~" Nikolai teases him more. "uhh.." i feel a bit uncomfortable, since i'm not really looking to be in a relationship. All of the past relationships i've been have quite toxic or abusive, so i don't really trust anyone anymore. 

"Are you okay Y/N..? you look a bit uncomfortable.. did what Nikolai say make you uncomfortable..?" Sigma asks me "huh? oh, no! not at all! its just that its weird for me to be teased! thats all!" i lie. 

"oh okay.." Sigma says and we start walking somewhere. "so do you want to go somewhere today to get to know each other better?" Sigma asks "sure" i smile.

(i hope yall liked this chapter👉👈 i didn't really have any ideas for this chapter lol. also please give me some ideas for the next chapter, idk what to write in it)

[live-love-be-unique]

But It’s Home To Me

Summary: Eddie was meant to be the next metal god but things didn’t work out and he ended up a mechanic stuck in Hawkins, but with you by his side, that might not be such a bad thing.

This was inspired by a line from one of my favourite songs, Tomorrow by Shakey Graves, that just screamed Older Eddie to me:

Well, you love this heart and this six string, girl, oh

But they've been outta tune yeah for some time.

Parings: Older Eddie Munson x f reader

Warnings: none.

The dull ache that had started in his left shoulder as he drank his morning coffee had steadily traveled its way down into his lower back throughout the day and then, by the time he headed home it had reached his knees. I’m not old enough to have shitty knees, he thought, running a hand over his tired eyes, I’m only in my thirties.

As he drove home he remembers Wayne working the same long hours at the same garage, returning every night to the same trailer park the same ache in his bones and the bitterness returned as it always seemed to do lately, it was a sharp buzzing sound that filled his brain with a familiar doubt.

Eddie reached over and turned the radio up as Metallica filled the cabin of his old van, he could feel his grease covered fingers tapping out the familiar guitar chords. He still played of course as a way to keep connected to his dreams, and to make a little extra money on the side. Tutoring some of the kids in Hawkins was fun but not as fun as being on stage.

Corroded Coffin, his old band had traveled to Chicago to submit their demo tapes to a big music exec, who took their tapes and gave their music to another band without even giving them a chance. The band had broken up a few years later, he still kept in touch with the guys of course, getting together for regular jam sessions, they all had families of their own so those jam sessions were few and far between.

We could have been up there with the greats, the bitter thought invading his brain as the final notes of Enter Sandman die out. I should have put this shithole town in my rear view mirror years ago and never looked back.

He hadn’t though, he needed the money so Wayne had pulled some strings and gotten him some shifts at the garage and he never left. His shoulders felt heavy and the buzzing in his brain got louder as he pulled into the trailer park. Can’t even afford a proper house.

He’d met you on his first day, the world's prettiest receptionist he’d thought, he couldn’t even get the words out when you smiled at him at the end of his first day and asked how everything had gone.

He was smitten, so he went to Steve the next day for advice about how to ask you on a date. He tried to be smooth, he had a whole speech planned out, but when he saw you, he’d shyly stumbled out the words “would you want the movies…with me?” He cringes to this day at the memory. But you just smiled and accepted and that Friday night you were sharing popcorn as you watched Michael Myers disembowel teenagers, and later, when he dropped you off at your house he kissed you and asked you to be his.

You were his for two years, you were his own personal sunshine, he’d pick you up every morning and drive you home every night just to spend more time with you, you were never apart. Things were perfect, but that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty, like he was holding you back from something or someone better, someone like you deserved so much more than what he could offer, so he did what his father had done, he ran.

Fuck, Eddie thought, I was a fucking idiot, letting the best thing that ever happened to me slip through my fingers. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition, he slumped down and leaned his head against the steering wheel, hands still tightly gripping the wheel.

His friends had told him that he was an idiot, he’d agreed of course, told him to get you back and somehow after six long months you had cautiously let him into your life again under the condition that he wouldn’t break your heart again. That was four years ago.

He looked up and glanced towards the kitchen window of his trailer and there you were, cooking dinner and swaying to some music. A soft smile graced his worn out features as he watched you sway along to the music playing.

Dropping his bag by the door as he entered your small trailer, chuckling a little at the familiar strains of your current favourite song playing softly. Eddie made his way to the kitchen. He watched you for a while as you cut up vegetables for dinner, you were wearing that little sundress he loved so much, god, he thought, you’re so gorgeous, he moved forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, he smiled as you jumped in surprise. Eddie pulled you tighter against his chest as his head dropped down to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Missed you baby” Eddie mumbled against your skin. He ran his hands over your swollen belly, your son would be here in a few short months.

You ran your nails along his arms eliciting goose bumps, the shine from the small diamond on your left hand catching his eye. He’d felt bad about not being able to afford anything more, but you didn’t care about that, he remembered fondly that you had squealed with joy when he proposed. You never complained about not having more, you always said you were happy with your life, with him.

Eddie stayed like that while you cooked, needing to feel your comfort. Whatever shitty things happened at work always evaporated whenever you were around.

“Daddy!” A tiny voice came from behind the two of you as your daughter padded into the kitchen in her little Snow White princess dress. Eddie turned and scooped up the tiny little girl with the same unruly dark curls and dark eyes as his.

“Hi pumpkin” he smiled as he shifted the little girl in his arms, holding her on his hip as she wrapped her tiny, chubby arms around his neck.

“I made you a picture” your little girl, Evie, proudly informed him, showing him the finger painting she’d made clutched in her tiny hands.

“You did?” Eddie asked, taking the paper and examining the drawing “I love it pumpkin!” he said, putting it on the fridge.

“Steve called, wants to have us over for a barbecue this Saturday” you mention, placing dinner on the small table. “I was thinking of making potato salad”.

Eddie places his daughter in her high chair and takes a plate from you, “it would be good to see everyone again”

He smiles as he watches you feeding your daughter, the feelings of comfort and warmth of his little family slowly replacing the bitterness he felt earlier.

“What?” You smile up at him and his heart skips a beat, the same as it did the first day you met.

“Nothing” he smiles, maybe not being a rock star isn’t so bad. It’s not much, but it’s home to me.

[lovecanyon]

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harry x (alternative) jenner!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

a/n: harry is his regular musician self!

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2017!

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thesun Many fans speculate Y/N Jenner and Harry Styles are back together after Styles releases an album apparently written about the eldest Jenner.

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harryfan3 harry writing a few songs about her doesn’t mean they are back together 😭

jennerfan7 i honestly miss them dating

harryfan9 remember harry’s cameo on kuwtk 🤭

jennerfan4 it was so iconic

harryfan6 the way jeff was literally seen with y/n yesterday too

jennerfan8 they were such a hot couple

harryfan10 only angel, kiwi, woman…i mean do what you want with this information

jennerfan12 the songs gives me y/n vibes so much…

harryfan14 i am not well

jennerfan16 i need them to date again

harryfan11 harry dating a jenner caused so much drama in the one direction days LMAO

jennerfan13 okay but they are so pretty

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bbcradio1 Out of all the photos we showed Harry Styles, his heart beat the fastest at a photo of Y/N Jenner.

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harryfan19 literally screaming

jennerfan21 DON’T DO THIS TO ME

harryfan23 he got so blushy oh my god 😭

jennerfan24 HARRY IS STILL IN LOVE WITH Y/N, YOU CAN TELL

harryfan18 i’m in denial

jennerfan20 i just need them to get back together

harryfan22 the way nick straight up exposed harry

jennerfan25 i support whatever they are

harryfan27 not harry and y/n trending on twitter…

jennerfan29 for sure they are either back together or planning to get back together

harryfan26 sobbing into my pillow

jennerfan28 y/n was literally seen with harry’s manager the other day so i think they are honestly back together

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vogue Y/N and Kendall Jenner are our June cover girls!

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harryfan30 my favorite sisters ever

jennerfan32 kylie: 👁👄👁

kimkardashian THE PRETTIEST GIRLS EVER

harryfan35 not harry liking this right when it posted

jennerfan31 he stays lurking

krisjenner so proud of my girls

harryfan33 FIRST HARRY LIKED THIS THAN ANNE…WHAT IS HAPPENING

bellahadid my cuties!!!

jennerfan36 best photoshoot ever

kyliejenner big sissy’s take on vogue

harryfan38 harry liking this post cures everything

kourtneykardash best models out there

jennerfan34 y/n making kendall answer the harry questions is so funny 😭

2018!

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jennerupdates Y/N OUT IN LONDON TODAY!

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harryfan39 when is she ever in london

jennerfan42 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD OMG

harryfan45 the way she was with gemma too…

jennerfan40 SHE WAS?

harryfan43 y/n is pretty, i don’t blame harry for dating her

jennerfan46 she’s in harry’s hometown…

harryfan44 don’t do this to me 😭

jennerfan47 woman la la la la la

harryfan49 her being in london means her and harry might be…

jennerfan51 y/n was with harry’s sister 🤭

harryfan53 if harry is back together with y/n i will collapse

jennerfan55 I LOVE HER

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harry_lambert Y/N Jenner for @dazed wearing @gucci

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harryfan52 Y/N IS SO HOT

jennerfan54 she served.

yourinstagram lambyyyy thank you for styling me, i love your work dearly!

harry_lambert Oh my god I am so honored!!!

harryfan56 not y/n using harry’s stylist 😭

zendaya i love this

jennerfan57 she’s the world’s most paid model for a reason

khloekardashian this is it 🙏

harryfan59 harry liked this…i’m not surprised at all…

annetwist so beautiful!

jennerfan61 isn’t this harry’s mother

harryfan58 ANNE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

arianagrande all hail y/n

2019!

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papermagazine Harry Styles and Y/N Jenner walked hand in hand at the Met Gala leaving ongoers in shock.

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jennerfan64 i didn’t really expect that to happen

harryfan66 I AM CRYING…WHY DID THEY DO THAT

jennerfan68 that was honestly so iconic 😭

harryfan65 twitter is in flames right now

jennerfan67 you know kris is smiling in the corner somewhere

harryfan69 “you’re doing great sweetie”

jennerfan71 they looked so amazing together 🥲

harryfan73 i’m having a breakdown, what about you?

jennerfan75 i am not well

harryfan70 HARRY AND Y/N ARE FINALLY BACK TOGETHER

jennerfan72 i manifested this moment

harryfan74 AHHH SCREAMING AND SOBBING

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alessandro_michele Y/N JENNER. MET ‘19.

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jennerfan76 y/n looks so amazing i can’t

harryfan77 MOTHER

harrystyles The love of my life.

jennerfan78 SHUT UP

harryfan80 harry really confirmed their relationship in a comment section 😭

jennerfan82 i will forever remember this moment…

kimkardashian y/n is so beautiful ❤️

harryfan84 she is truly a goddess

alexademie best dressed at the met!!!!

jennerfan81 camp.

kyliejenner my big sister is better than yours

kendalljenner retweet

harryfan83 i love them so much 🤭

billieeilish i’m screaming over this

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kimkardashian a kardashian and a jenner take on the met gala

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jennerfan85 they are so iconic together

harryfan87 Y/N AND KIM = BEST DUO EVER

yourinstagram i love you kimy! 💞

kimkardashian i love you more y/n!!!

harry_lambert two icons

jennerfan89 oh my god i will forever remember this photo

kyliejenner HOT HOT HOT

harryfan86 harry liked this in under a minute..he’s so 😭

jennerfan88 you can tell he’s obsessed with y/n, i would be too

billieeilish fav sisters!

harryfan90 harry’s account is basically made for liking photos of y/n

kendalljenner my new lock screen

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yourinstagram my date for tonight.

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jennerfan91 oh. my. god.

harryfan93 I WILL BE CRYING OVER THIS FOR A WHILE

harrystyles Loved being your date xx.

yourinstagram good, get used to it

jennerfan92 y/n said: harry is my man

harryfan94 imaging having harry styles as your date to the met gala…a true flex

jefezoff one of the best couples ever

jennerfan96 i love harry and y/n together 😭

harry_lambert this so cute!!

harryfan98 if harry dating y/n means we get harry content, then i will not complain again

kimkardashian seriously love you two

jennerfan95 god has his favorites and y/n is one of them

alessandro_michele 🍓✨🍓

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harrystyles Met Gala, 2019.

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harryfan100 HARRY???

jennerfan103 omg he is so obsessed with y/n 😭

yourinstagram i love you my baby!

harrystyles I love you more my cherry.

harryfan105 you hear me sobbing right now?

jennerfan107 harry and y/n confirming their relationship on instagram is kind of iconic

kendalljenner so cute, you two!

harryfan104 harry posting y/n is something i thought i’d never seen before

krisjenner missed you guys together 💞

jennerfan108 i’m never going to stop talking about this

harris_reed this relationship keeps me going

harryfan110 current status update: feeing jealous

khloekardashian this is so adorable

2020!

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hsupdates #RUMOR! Y/N Jenner is reportedly pregnant and moving to London permanently with Harry!

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jennerfan117 i can’t handle this information

harryfan119 DADRRY???

jennerfan122 i need him 😭

harryfan120 if y/n is actually pregnant i will scream and cry

jennerfan125 crying and throwing up

harryfan127 sliding down the wall

jennerfan129 it’s so obvious this is true because we haven’t seen harry or y/n in a few months

harryfan131 you are scaring me

jennerfan133 i hear all the harries crying already

harryfan135 if y/n being pregnant is true then give her and harry privacy…

jennerfan137 she’s moving to london 🥲

harryfan132 FUCK

jennerfan134 i love it here

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karjennerdaily Y/N OUT IN LONDON YESTERDAY, PREGNANT!

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harryfan141 SHUT THE FUCK UP

jennerfan144 oh my god. oh my god. oh my good

harryfan147 i’m shaking

jennerfan149 stormi is going to have another cousin 😭

harryfan145 y/n is winning at life right now

jennerfan148 she always looks so pretty

harryfan150 HARRY IS GOING TO BECOME A FATHER OMG

jennerfan153 harry styles and y/n jenner = parents

harryfan155 shocked but not surprised

jennerfan151 the way paparazzi followed her all day to get these photos…

harryfan154 they literally need to leave her alone and give her privacy

jennerfan158 not y/n’s pregnancy getting leaked

harryfan152 cut the cameras…deadass

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pagesix Harry Styles sues paparazzi over leaking his girlfriend, Y/N Jenner’s pregnancy and reportedly won the court cases against the three media companies.

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jennerfan164 harry pulled a kris

harryfan167 he’s so hot, i don’t blame y/n for getting back together with him

jennerfan165 or having a child with him

harryfan169 literally on my knees for him

jennerfan166 as harry should

harryfan170 i love how protective harry is over y/n

jennerfan172 right, he loves her so much

harryfan174 leave harry and y/n alone, have you guys not learned since the 2015 icloud leaks 😭

jennerfan171 i love harry for that honestly

harryfan175 already knows he’s going to be one of those protective dads 🥲

jennerfan173 YES!!!

harryfan176 i can’t wait until harry turns into a dilf 🤗

jennerfan178 kris taught harry well

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harrystyles Baby Styles, coming soon.

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harryfan180 someone run me over

jennerfan182 THIS SO ADORABLE

yourinstagram i love you my baby daddy

harrystyles I love you more my darling.

harryfan184 Y/N IS ME 😭

jennerfan186 what they have is all i want

pillowpersonpp so excited to meet baby styles

harryfan181 never in my life would i have expected harry styles to post a baby announcement

annetwist so happy that i’m going to become a grandmother 🤗

ynfan189 i’m crying over this post

billieeilish HOLY SHIT

harryfan185 just remembering they are going to have a nepo baby

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yourinstagram new roommate expected 🤰

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jennerfan200 i can’t stop crying

harryfan203 CONGRATULATIONS 😭😭😭

harrystyles My favorite mama.

yourinstagram this mama adores you

jennerfan205 parents

harryfan207 crying in the club

kyliejenner i am so happy!!!! 💞

jennerfan202 i’m actually sliding down the wall

krisjenner so excited to meet my new grandchild

harryfan209 harry and y/n’s child is going to be so famous…

kidharpoon congrats, so happy for you guys!

jennerfan212 the way y/n and harry are breaking the internet

kendalljenner auntie kenny on the way

harryfan210 this post will be in my head for days

2021!

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yourinstagram Apollo Edward Styles, I love you.

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jennerfan221 IT’S A BOY OH MY GOD

harryfan223 the baby has the same middle name as harry 🥲

harrystyles I love you both so much.

yourinstagram and we love you too daddy!

jennerfan225 going insane

harrystyles227 i love them so much

kimkardashian i am crying so hard, congratulations little sis

jennerfan229 harry and y/n are finally parents 😭

gemmastyles my little nephew ❤️

harryfan231 this means harry is really taken then

harry_lambert you and harry have come a long way, so happy to see you both grow a family together

jennerfan234 the middle name being harry’s is so cute

kourtneykardash you are going to be the best mother ever!

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harrystyles Apollo Edward Styles, 1-18-21.

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harryfan243 HARRY STYLES IS FINALLY A DILF

jennerfan240 y/n starting a family with her first boyfriend is so adorable

yourinstagram i’m so happy with you, h

harrystyles Darling spending every moment with you makes me happy, I love you.

harryfan245 y/n wins.

billieeilish THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE

jennerfan241 the way harry took these photos…don’t talk to me 😭

florencepugh congratulations!!!!

harryfan247 this feels like a fever dream

annetwist feeling like a proud grandmother 🤍

jennerfan249 i can’t get over the middle name

paulithepsm love you both, congrats!

harryfan251 their child is going to be so iconic

krisjenner so happy for you guys

MARCH 2021!

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harryflorals HARRY WINS BEST POP SOLO PERFORMANCE AT THE GRAMMY’S!

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jennerfan255 he deserved it so much

harryfan257 GRAMMY AWARD WINNER…HARRY STYLES

jennerfan259 he looked so shocked omg

harryfan254 when he thanked y/n and apollo in his speech 😭

jennerfan260 it was so adorable

harryfan263 harry is so in love with y/n it’s sick

jennerfan261 we wouldn’t have the albums if it weren’t for y/n 🙏

harryfan264 this is so real of the grammy’s

jennerfan266 i love this for him

harryfan268 harry received a grammy all because y/n tasted like watermelon

jennerfan265 HE IS THE MOMENT

harryfan269 i just know y/n is proud of him

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yourinstagram my boyfriend is now officially a grammy winner!

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jennerfan271 “my boyfriend” i would do the same thing tbh

harryfan273 she’s flexing on us at this point 😭

harrystyles Lovedddd the picture you used of me.

yourinstagram me too 😁

jennerfan272 their relationship is all i want

kyliejenner harry = best musician ever

harryfan275 y/n really said MY MAN is a grammy winner

jefezoff thank you for earning him the grammy, ms. muse

jennerfan277 i will forever remember this moment

pillowpersonpp everything we make is for you!

harryfan274 #grammy winner harry styles

alessandro_michele 🍉🍉🍉

2022!

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jennerfan305 she looks like such a good mother

harryfan308 OMG APOLLO IS SO SMALL 😭

jennerfan310 y/n is in her mother era!!!!

harryfan304 she really is living the dream life

jennerfan309 the way they straight up cropped harry out 🤭

harryfan311 let’s hope this one releases medicine and anna

jennerfan314 can the paparazzi leave her alone

harryfan316 right….i need harry to sue them again

jennerfan312 i love mother y/n

harryfan317 she’s going to harry’s show tonight!!!

jennerfan319 i think she goes to every show of his, just stays backstage with apollo

harryfan315 she does, i worked a few msg nights

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yourinstagram did your boyfriend sell out 15 shows in less than an hour? because mine did.

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jennerfan320 y/n is literally so hot

harryfan324 THE CAPTION??? I’M CRYING

harrystyles I love it when you brag about me.

yourinstagram me too baby

jennerfan321 i love them so much 🙏

pillowpersonpp hot mama!

harryfan325 y/n is so real for the caption

kendalljenner you are so gorgeous 💞

jennerfan327 harry and y/n need to get married next

kimkardashian that’s what i’ve been saying!!!

harryfan329 KIM 😭

paulithepsm harry is on top of the world

jennerfan326 y/n got all the fans shook with this one

glenne_azoff the caption! the photos!

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harry_lambert the muse in all her glory

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harryfan330 i’m so jealous of her

jennerfan332 I LOVE ALL THE Y/N CONTENT

harrystyles The love of my lifeee.

yourinstagram i am honored sue!

harryfan335 they are so cute 😭

billieeilish GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS

jennerfan333 y/n going to harry’s shows is so adorable

_basselin my favorite person ever 🤍

harryfan337 she’s such a supportive girlfriend

kyliejenner is that my shirt?

jennerfan336 loving y/n’s tour era

florencepugh missing her!!!

harryfan339 ohhh to be a rockstar’s gf

arianagrande the best girl ever

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kimkardashian my lunch dates

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jennerfan340 omg

harryfan342 APOLLO HAS BLONDE HAIR LIKE HARRY DID AS A CHILD 😭

yourinstagram we love you so much kimmy!!!

kimkardashian i love you both more 🤍

jennerfan345 this is seriously so cute

kendalljenner didn’t even invite me?

harryfan341 y/n is literally a #milf now

bellahadid awe!!!!

jennerfan346 wasn’t harry there with them 😭

harryfan348 i think so

annetwist my darlings 💞

jennerfan343 imagine your mother being y/n jenner…

kourtneykardash miss you both!

harryfan350 i love this 🥲

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harrystyles She said yes.

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jennerfan351 WHAT???

harryfan353 is that a ring…

yourinstagram always been mrs. styles just making it official

harrystyles I seriously love you Mrs. Styles.

jennerfan356 sleeping on a highway tonight

harryfan352 i’m so jealous right now 😭

kyliejenner OMG CONGRATULATIONS

jennerfan359 the ring is so big

florencepugh best news ever!!!! 💓

harryfan355 imagine getting engaged to harry fucking styles

emmalouisecorrin this is so huge, congrats mate

jennerfan357 they are literal soulmates

alessandro_michele styles forever 🍓

harryfan358 this is just so iconic

mitchrowland i’m crying for you

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[miyuhpapayuh]

fifteen

Music’s playing, candles are burning, there's no light beside the sun peeking through the curtains, shining down on her prettiest subject.

Her glass of white wine is being babysat, cause knowing her and how much of a lightweight she was, a few sips were enough.

Leon definitely took a shot before they got started, since he'd never been a model for anything. His last minute nerves made him even more adorable to Zora.

Blk Odyssy had become one of her favorite musicians, thanks to Leon and his impeccable taste. Their new album, diamonds & freaks served as the soundtrack.

Sexy lady

Got me faded

I'm intoxicated

I been watching, baby

Sexy lady

Sweet Jesus, save me

Go on, and rock me, baby

Don't stop it, baby

“Love this song,” she comments, dipping her brush into the deep red paint, using it as one of her base colors.

“I thought you would.” He replies.

“Yeah, you knew.” She hums a laugh, tilting her head to the left, following the curve she's creating for her study of her boyfriend.

“Are you painting me just like I am?” He asks.

“Well, everything above the knees. That's all I can fit in the canvas.” She answers.

“Where'd you get this idea from?” He asks, curious all of a sudden.

“My sisters actually suggested it. They were really excited that I had started painting again, and since you're my muse, it seemed like something really fun to do.” She explains, poking her head out to look at him, snickering at the focus in his face.

“Quit laughin’ at me,” he mumbles.

“Sorry, you're just so still, like you might break if you move. Relax a little.”

“I thought I needed to stay still.”

“Yeah, but not that still.”

“Hm,” he hums, staring at the back of the easel and the sliver of her face that he could see. A smile graces his face as he watches her in her comfort zone.

Still singing along to the music, she takes another sip of her wine and paints another fine line onto the canvas, super pleased with how everything is turning out.

His green button-up covers her thick frame like a dress.

Her feet were tapping against the bars of the stool, her sloppy bun, flopping around with every concentrated turn of her head.

She was just as focused, but he wasn't gonna tease her. He loved seeing this new side of her. She let him into her art world, finally.

Taking her advice and relaxing, he falls into his natural trance of her, when she readjusts the easel, giving him more than just a peek at her beautiful face.

All the while, she was looking at him and back at the canvas, perfecting every curve, dimple, divot with striking blues and oranges, deep reds and browns.

Stealing glances at him, she tugs on her lip.

She knew it was gonna be kinda distracting, but he definitely wasn't playing fair.

Flexing those big arms of his, “stretching”, was already enough and too much for her. And every time he licked his lips, her left leg would tangle with her right. He caught it each time and smirked.

Once he got to readjusting the only article of clothing he had left, her eyes diverted to his lower region and hers began to throb.

Almost finished.

“Jesus,” she mumbles to herself, shaking her head like it would clear the explicit images swimming around her mind.

“You alright over there?” He asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Yeah, I'm good,” she shakily answers, taking another sip, which looked more like a gulp from where he was sitting.

“You sure?” He teases.

She laughs, now looking over at him. His devious smirk does nothing to help the wet spot forming between her thighs.

“You done?” He asks.

“No.”

“I'm distracting you?”

“And, you know it.” She nods, making him laugh.

“You told me to relax. I'm just tryna follow the rules, dear.”

“Yeah, and now your friend is winkin’ at me.”

He simply shrugs. “That's your fault.”

“Mine? How?”

“Cause you're so fine. This happens every day, babe.”

“Every day?” She repeats.

“Yeah. A couple times a day.”

“Wow.”

“You've seen you, right?” He asks.

She scoffs, lifting the brush back to the canvas. “Boy, please. I can't even look you in the eye, right now.”

He snickers, moving out of his pose to further mess with her. Pulling his chair just a bit closer, he leans forward to stare at her and she keeps her eyes trained on her work.

“Zoraaa,” he drags out.

“I'm so glad I got all the details I needed, you play so much,” she laughs, trying her best to ignore his taunting.

“Come play with me,” he continues, almost making her drop her brush.

“Can you get back in your position, please?” She asks.

“Can I put you in a couple positions?” He quips, earning that eye roll that he knew was coming.

“If you let me finish… maybe.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, moving right back into his pose. Zora fans her face, no longer caring if he can see how flustered he's made her.

The next thirty minutes dragged on by and she was finally done, not even getting to sit her brush down good before being whisked over to the couch, him hovering over her.

Bruising her lips with his rough kisses, he quickly discards the scrap of lace that barely covered her ass, as well as his own briefs, before sliding into her with one fluid motion.

Gasping into the kiss, her hands cling to his broad back and shoulders, sinking her nails in as the feeling of him bottoming out with every thrust sends fire through her.

His mouth latches onto her neck, while she lets out every expletive she can think of, into the damp air of her apartment.

“Oh m— my god,” she pants, holding him so close to her body, shivering as his groans vibrate on her skin.

“You feel so damn good,” he rasps.

His tongue trails down her chest, nibbling on her breasts as he rips the shirt open, squeezing her flesh into his big hands, driving her crazy as she cradles his head.

Her feet are pressed against his chest and he leans up to do more damage, his hips rutting against her ass that's hanging off the couch. She looks up at him in disbelief.

His hands have her ankles bound, as she cries and writhes underneath him. Her hands move up and down his arms, back down to scratch his hips as it gets too good.

“Fuc– king me so— good,” she squeals, catching both of them off guard as she releases all over him. His thumb finds her clit, making matters slipperier.

“Yeah, gimme all that shit, baby.” He moans, encouraging another orgasm to happen right on the spot. Her edges were back curly by this point.

“C’mere,” she whispers, pulling him back down to her level to swallow his every breath in a kiss. Her cramped legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer if that were even possible.

Pulling away, he smirks down at her, taking her in, breathless, sweaty, hungry for more as she stares back at him, ready for his next move.

“So beautiful,” he says, dragging his thumb across her parted bottom lip, “why don't you pose for me, now.”

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Once she got around to actually taking in her painting, she was super pleased with how it came out. So was Leon.

“Can I just say, I'm flattered.” He smirks, cracking up at the look she gives him.

“Stop it,”

“Seriously. That's literally me.” He exclaims, pulling her into his side.

“All of me.” He mumbles, hearing her disapproving groan sound through the space.

“Leon, please!” She laughs. “But, you really like it?”

“Love it, sweet stuff. I told you. Art gallery.” He says, smiling down at her.

She smiles back up at him, shaking her head. “Nah, not yet.”

He raises a brow at her, earning a brighter smile.

“Not yet, huh? So you're getting closer to putting yourself out there?” He excitedly asks.

“Yeah, I thought about what you said and it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'm just nervous, ya know?”

“Why?”

“I feel stunted. Like, I gave everything up to be someone's doormat and.. I don't know. I just feel like the level of artistic ability has kinda dissipated? And yeah, I know. I look at my paintings and I see what I'm capable of so get that sad look off your face,” she pinches his cheek as he laughs, “I just have my doubts.”

He wipes the frown away, but there's still sadness there. He wants nothing more than for her to believe in herself. Fully.

“It's harder than it seems to cross some hurdles, I understand that. But if you really want this, that's what you gotta do.”

“No, I know. And, I appreciate you for putting me back in front of this here easel. It's been a while, but it's always so much fun.”

“Of course, baby. It's a pleasure watching you in your zone.” He says, leaning down to kiss her temple.

“I cannot show this one to the girls.” She snickers, before looking up at him.

“Yeah, nah. Maybe the top half.”

“Please. I can hear Nique fighting for the extra details, as we speak.”

“That girl is hilarious.” He comments, moving to stand behind her and wrap his arms around hers.

“Funniest person I know, besides myself, of course.”

“And me. Hol’ up.”

“Right, right. Can't forget about you,” she snickers, yelping at the pinch to her butt.

“It's what you get.. talkin’ shit.” He mumbles into her neck.

“Oh yeah, don't try and bill me for that shirt, since you were the one that ripped the buttons off.” She says, making him chuckle.

“One, I would never do that for real, it's an empty threat every time.” He admits, making her laugh. “And two, I can always get the buttons put back on. Or you can just add it to your collection.”

“Oh, I was gonna do that anyway, cause that's how I am.” She smiles like he can see her.

“Something else.” He shakes his head.

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“Why I can't see that one??” Nique asks, pointing to the covered canvas and stomping her heeled foot like a bratty child.

“Cause you play too much, man.” Zora waves her off, pointing to the painting on the easel. “But you can look at this one!”

Nique immediately gasps at how breathtaking the painting was. It's as if Zora had committed Leon's face to memory and captured him in five different lights so realistically.

“Girl, when I say talented doesn't even cover it.” She shakes her head, looking over at her best friend.

“Oh, girl. Stop.”

“Nah, man. This is on another level!” She swats her arm in excitement. “Like, that's his literal face, dude! How do you even do something like this?!”

She shrugs. “I honestly just sat her and did it. He came to my mind and I just let my paintbrush guide me.”

“Wow.” She says in response, making Zora laugh.

“Yeah, I said the same when I was done.”

Staring back at the canvas, she smirks. “So, are you gonna do anything with it?”

“Ah— I might. I don't know yet, really.”

“Cause you know, it would be really nice if someone invested in you snagging a spot at the mint museum to display such a piece.”

Zora squints her. “That's still something you'd do for me?”

“Zora, it's like you forget who I am or something. I'm highly offended right now.” She places her hands on her hips, reminding her of both of their mothers.

“Get your hands off your hips, Roberta! I know who you are! It's just.. I don't know. That was a long time ago and that was the biggest dream I've ever had to give up.”

“It's okay, I understand. But my offers are never conditional to you, dude. You could not even be my friend anymore and I'd still send you the money to do it cause I believe in you. That bozo of a boyfriend was a hater and he fucked everything up, yeah he did. But look at you, rebuilding it right now. Every time you get in front of the canvas do this,” she's eyes wide as she points back to the canvas, “you're getting so much closer to that dream of yours.”

By now, Zora is wiping tears away. Nique frowns and pulls her into a much needed hug. She wasn't expecting to get emotional today, but leave it to her best friend to pull a few tears out of her.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I know you hate that,” she softly laughs, wiping her cheeks.

“It's okay, I think I've needed to let it out for a while.” She smiles, covering her face for a moment to get herself together.

Nique heads into her kitchen to wet a paper towel, bringing it back to cool down her flushed face.

“Ugh, anyway,” she outright laughs. “I really appreciate you. That really does mean so much that you could hate my guts and still help me out. That's the kind of support everybody needs.” She covers her heart, Nique doing the same.

“One of a kind, I know.” She nods. “And it's nothing, seriously. You're my mother’s kid as much as I'm yours. I got you, you got me.”

“I love you, dude.”

“I love you too, man.”

“I've honestly been thinking about getting back out there for a while, but you and Neoma already knew that cause that's what y'all do,” she snorts, beating her to it, “Lovita is close to getting there, she all into Clyde right now—”

“You mean, he's all into her?”

“Right. Anyway, she'll catch on, but Leon asked me a while ago and I've just been sitting on the idea for a while. Maybe.. I wanna paint a couple more pieces and then maybe I can look into it.”

“Yeah, hey! Nobody is pressuring you. I promise. You know we just wanna see you do your best and you are  the best. Fuck him and fuck those negative voices he left behind. You're the shit, Jean. Let's ask his ass to come pick up a fucking pencil and see if he won't jam it into his eye, before tryna attempt what you did on this canvas. I'd bet you the air in this room and win. He's a bitch.”

“Okay, okay,” she cackles, “relax, relax. You hate him more than I do, at this point!”

“I could kill him,” she smiles, “because you deserve better and girl, look at god! Better meets you at your favorite place!”

“I know, I can't wait to tell everyone at the wedding, someday.” She giggles.

“Oh lord, that's gonna be the countriest wedding ever!”

“Stop! It's gonna be the most beautiful wedding you've ever been to, shut up!”

“Y'all gon be letting doves go, it's gon be a duck pond somewhere cause y'all love the ducks, flowers of every damn kind!”

“Nah, I'm pretty sure he's already got flower combos to present to me.” She laughs, remembering one of their trips to the shoppe this past summer.

“What?”

“He was asking me which flowers were which one time, and they'd just happened to be my second favorite flower, my mama's favorite and he asked me if I thought they would pair well with aster, which is his mama's favorite flower, and I just kinda looked at him like… I know what you're up to.” She laughs at the giant smile on Nique's face.

“Aw, that is so cute! He thinks he's slick, let him be slick!”

“Nah, I'm not gonna burst his bubble! I thought it was adorable. He's so cute, I can't take him sometimes.”

“Lord have mercy. So, I got a question.”

“No, I'm not having a maid of honor. Y'all ain't killing me, cause I'd make it all of you.”

“You can have three! It's your wedding!”

“Three maids of honor? That don't sound crazy?”

“Nah, not to me. I was gonna do that for mine.”

“Really?” Zora smiles, making Nique laugh.

“See, look at your face! Do it for yours, too! Wouldn't that work out better anyway? Three people to divy up your something old, new and blue. Might be something you've have your eye on.”

“Okay, okay! We're getting so ahead of ourselves, and what if I don't get married? Then I can't get that something new… or blue??”

“Girl,” Nique laughs. “You worried about the gift?”

“Yes, duh. Leon ain't going nowhere. We don't have to get married, honestly. It's just another dream of mine, but I'm not as traditional as I used to be. But, I'd love to get married, too. Don't listen to me.” She cuts herself off.

“No, no. I totally get it. What girl doesn't wanna confess her love to the man of her dreams in front of everyone they both love?! In a frilly dress! With a veil! Or no veil! Big poofy hair! A reception! We'd throw the biggest party, you already know it!”

“Yeah, we would!” She agrees.

“Right! Don't let go of your dreams, keep 'em close. Just in case. Hell, Leon seems like a wonderful suitor so far!”

“Yeah, he’ll do long,” she jokes.

“Now back to this canvas, over here.” Nique says, making Zora sigh super loudly.

“Dominique.”

“Let. Me. See. It.”

“No.”

“Whyy??” She whines again, adding extra syllables to the word.

“Because, you play too much!”

“I'll be good, I promise! I just wanna see it!”

Zora rolls her eyes, before moving to uncover it, watching the joy wash over her best friend.

“Behave. I'm serious.”

“I said I'll be good, girl! Uncover the thing already!”

She does so, waiting for her snarky remarks, but they never come.

Again, “wow” was the way she described this one, too.

“See? I'm lost for words, actually.” She shakes her head. “You've done it again, man. The detailing is beautiful.”

And with that, she covers it back up. “I knew it wouldn't last long.”

“Long, like—”

“Nique!”

“Okay, okay!” She holds her hands up. “But uh.. congratulations!” She puts emphasis on the end of her sentence, stomping her foot again.

“Thank you. I love it over here.”

“Trust me, I love it over there.” She winks, both of them falling into a fit of giggles as she covers the canvas back up.

“Do tell, since I basically just did.” Zora presses as they sit on the stools in her kitchen.

“He's big all over. He makes me dizzy, sometimes,” she laughs. “Baby is hung to the left, and you know how I feel about a curve!”

“Yeah, you love it over there!” She cackles, slapping hands with her.

“Wait, y'all ain't in love too are y'all??”

“Chile, no. As much as we be up on each other, he's my man and I'm his woman and that's good enough for us, right now. I really like him, but we can kick it just as long as I don't gotta kick his ass.”

“My girl.” She laughs. “I told you I'd find you a boo!”

“Thank you, Zora-Jean. My god!” She exasperates.

“You're welcome! That was so hard for the three of you to say! Why?!”

“Because,”

“Y'all are so ungrateful,” she playfully digs.

“Stop it! Personally, I was holding my breath for a while. I didn't wanna thank you too early and then all this bad shit would start happening, and knowing you, you'd think I'd resent you for it. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't waiting for the other foot to drop. I'm sorry.”

“I accept your apology, and don't feel bad seriously, I get it. Knowing me, I probably would think that, but I know better! It's one of those negative voices,” she shrugs, “but I'm glad this is a good relationship. You deserve it, honestly. Plus, I'd kill him if he ever hurt you.” She smiles.

“And you talk about Lovita!” Nique cackles.

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[iichaeyj]

the songs enhypen dedicates to you . . . ♡

PAIRING: enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: some of the songs use she/her pronouns and refer to the person as a girl, but the post itself does not mention the reader's preferred gender !!

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

A/N: i sorta thought about the thing where people post their s/o on their instagram stories with songs in the background

HEESEUNG

"Something About You" by Eyedress and Dent May

"she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen"

i feel like he would know the song

and everytime he hears it, he pictures you

and i feel like the song just sorta captures the way he sees you, yk??

like he definitely thinks that you're the most perfect person out there

and he'd post a picture that he took of you with the lyrics in the corner

it'd be a picture he took of you when you weren't looking, too

just so that he can show everyone how wonderful you look in his eyes <3

JAY

"Every Summertime" by Niki

"baby, i'd give up anything to travel inside your mind. baby, i fall in love again come every summertime"

this song suits him so well i can't explain it

the song talks about how someone falls in love with their s/o more and more every summertime

and i think jay just falls more in love with you everyday

like every little thing you do makes his heart flutter

he'd probably post a picture of you smiling happily he took when you weren't looking

he thinks you look the cutest when you're smiling

and he wants to show everyone how in love he is :(

JAKE

"Adore You" by Harry Styles

"walk through fire for you, just let me adore you like it's the only thing i'll ever do"

HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU PLEASE

like i imagine him just doting on you so much

and this song is meant to show how much he's willing to do for you just because he adores you so much

like honestly, he just goes all <3_<3 whenever you're around

and the song just suits him so well

he'd post the song to a picture he took of you while on a date or smth

and he might add little drawings of hearts around you

it's so cute i'm gonna cry

SUNGHOON

"Until I Found You" by Stephen Sanchez

"i would never fall in love again until i found her. i said i would never fall unless it's you i fall into. i was lost within the darkness, but then i found her. i found you."

now, i don't necessarily think sunghoon is the type to be extremely emotional and cheesy with his words or anything like that

but through songs?? i think he'd convey his emotions through lyrics

like you wouldn't expect it, but he would post a cute picture of you two looking at each other looking all cute to this song

and although he doesn't show it often, he knows that the lyrics are what he truly feels towards you

he didn't know falling in love was possible until he found you <3

SUNOO

"You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift

"if you could see that i'm the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you see? you belong with me"

i feel like he'd post this not long after you two start dating

he's probably pined for a while and wants the entire world to know that you're his and he's yours :(

(also i just think he suits taylor swift songs so well)

i honestly think he'd post you multiple times to classic taylor swift love songs

and he'd just love posting you in general

he'd probably post a picture of you two hugging or holding hands to this song

JUNGWON

"Love You Like A Love Song" by Selena Gomez

"no one compares, you stand alone, to every record i own. music to my heart, that's what you are."

CRYING SCREAMING FIGHTING BLEEDING

okay okay but he's just so in love with you

like you're the only thing he sees

he's the type to randomly think about you during the day and not be able to hold back a smile

and he not only thinks you're so perfect in general but so perfect for him

like you two are meant to be together

he posts a picture that he took of you while you weren't looking

like a very candid picture of you to show everyone how perfect you are (sorta like heeseung)

also doesn't he give off selena gomez vibes?? idk

NIKI

the subway surfers theme song

"Day 1" by HONNE

"you'll always be my day one. day zero when i was no one. i'm nothing by myself, you and no one else. thankful you're my day one"

i think niki and you would have a very sweet relationship? like a first love type of relationship, yk??

and he shows how much he appreciates you by posting you to this song

i think niki might be the type to need someone to rely on at times

and you just feel like home to him

he'd post a picture of you two that he took when you two first met/first started dating

it's so cute :(

(okay but i do think he'd post the subway surfers theme song to a picture of you he took when you were sleeping)

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FIRDT OF ALL CONGRATULATIONS ON 700 FOLLOWERS!!!! Secondly can i please request for Apocalypse by Cigarettes after sex with Gojo Satoru, if possible?

Gojo x Reader- Song Drabbles

This song is about letting go of heartbreak and the feeling of being let down. I love this song and this band so much.

Apocalypse- Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms. You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos. Left in the dark.

The world was changing before you. A feeling of uncertainty blanketing every day. But you had one constant in your life, one person who made it all worth it. Satoru Gojo.

You were a new teacher at Jujutsu High, you’d heard his reputation. He was the strongest sorcerer in years, cocky attitude, goofy demeanor, most people thought he was annoying. But you found him almost endearing. As you got to know Gojo better, you realized that there was so much more to him than just his cocky attitude and reputation. He was fiercely passionate about his work and determined to protect the people he cared about. He wanted to forge a better future for his students, one where they didn’t make the same mistakes as the elders. You admired him for that. He was also incredibly gentle and kind, with a heart full of love that he didn't often show to the outside world.

The day he asked you out you couldn’t contain your excitement, smiling ear to ear, and you’d been inseparable since. The other teachers couldn’t believe someone had finally locked him down . You never would have guessed upon your first meeting that Gojo would be the one who held your heart in his hands, making it beat faster with every touch, every smile, and every moment spent together.

On this particular day, you were both laying in bed, listening to music, his big strong arms firmly wrapped around you, pulling you as close as humanely possible to him. You look up at him to see his beautiful sparkling blue eyes, glistening like the ocean. They were always so captivating, sometimes you’d find yourself lost in their depths.

“If the world ends tomorrow, I want to spend my last day with you," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled “I feel the same way Toru.” You snuggle in closer to him, feeling his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Your thoughts wandering to the love you felt for him, how he’d become everything to you…and more. The only thing that truly mattered to you.

“Not that the world is going to end. I’m too young and pretty to die so soon.” he says, and you didn’t have to look at him to know the cheeky smile he’d have planted across his face. He was right though, he was pretty. And right now you were safe in each other's arms, and you knew that nothing could ever change that. As long as you and Gojo were together you could face anything. Even the end of the world.

“You are very pretty Toru.” you giggle, as he places his warm hands under your shirt, drawing circles on your back. If the world did end, you’d be okay if your last moments were anything like this.

“Not as pretty as you princess. Well maybe almost.” You blush at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body. His deep laugh sends shivers down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

"Stop it," you protest, trying not to smile but of course not succeeding.

He chuckles, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. "What? It's true," he says, grinning. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can't help but feel a burst of happiness flood your body.

"I think you're just saying that to flatter me," you say, trying to hide your smile. “Or your trying to get sex.”

He shakes his head. "Nope, I mean it," he replies, “I don't think I've ever met anyone as kind, smart, and beautiful as you.” he pauses, “but if I wanted to get you naked, is this working?” he adds.

You rolls your eyes and playfully slap his arm. “It might be working, just a little bit.” you giggle. At this he flips you over so your underneath him, his large body hovering over you. His eyes gazing into yours.

"I love you. ," you say softly, reaching up to caress his face with your hand.

“I love you to angel.” he says, “now about getting you naked.”

[divine-misfortune]

Mushy May, day 10. Staring in adoration.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Rain/Dewdrop

Words: 420 (let's go-)

Summary: Rain could watch Dew play forever if he'd let him.

It wasn’t like he’d never seen Dew play before. Rain had seen him lost in his own world with his fingers drifting over the strings more times than he could count but it never got any less fascinating.

The way Dew strummed his guitar was an art form, truly.

The crowds that watched him in awe only ever saw him in his element. Never like this, working out the hiccups and hangups of new songs with a careful precision. His lower lip always ended up between his teeth, worried pink and puffy by the point of his fangs. The furrow of his brow knitting deeper when his notes came out too metallic and sharp but softening when the chords sang sweet. If Rain listened close enough he could hear the faint praise he gave his guitar muttered under his breath.

A whisper of that’s my girl in a tone Rain was intimately familiar with.

Dew handled his guitar with a confidence one might save for a lover.

He could almost feel his voice against the shell of his ear, hot on his skin. It made his heart jump in his chest, a shudder trilling up his spine. Watching the mere press of his fingertips against the fretboard came with the phantom sensation of untrimmed claws digging into his hips. Rain swallowed before Dew could catch him practically drooling.

Practice had ended nearly an hour ago but Rain was more than content to sit on the well worn couch and watch the fire ghoul work. It was hypnotizing to watch his thin little fingers dance up and down the neck while he idly swayed his hips, the tip of his tail ghosting over the floorboards behind him. He'd savor every second of him here alone in these practice rooms where perfection was a far off goal.

Rain never thought he’d be jealous of a fucking instrument. He wanted Dew to be just as enraptured with him and the act of dragging only the prettiest of sounds from him. Dew could play him just the same, maybe even more efficiently than he could his guitar. They both knew that fact.

And Dew chuckled as he rocked back on his heels, dragging his pick over all six strings. Rain felt his face grow hot when Dew fixed his attention on him, he always felt warm under his gaze but his cheeks burned when he flashed a grin of dangerous teeth.

His heart fluttered.

“You like what you see, raincloud?”

“Oh…More than you know.”

[same-name-supremacy]

Can we get some genderbend td couples and headcanons about them please!? (And some genderbend Noco if you don’t mind?)

OOOOOOOOO OKAY OKAY OKAY! DEFINITELY!! OKAY!

LET’S GOOOOO

So me and some of my friends work on these guys together, so yeah! And well there will be more ships too, but these are the four we got!

Aletaylor (Alejandra x Taylor)

Taylor had a crush on Alejandra since World Tour

Alejandra has a soft spot for Taylor

For the longest time, Taylor confused her romantic feelings for Alejandra as friendship.

Alejandra helps Taylor out with makeup, Taylor has a tendency to poke her eye of get some makeup in her eyes whenever she does it

Alejandra wears the jewellery Taylor likes a lot, which is all of them, but Taylor hasn’t gotten to compliment them all yet

Aletaylor and Nojo go on double dates. Alejandra and Noelle still have some tension..

Dantrin (Danika x Trin)

They got together around All Stars when Danika broke it off with Glenn

They started becoming friends around Island and Action

Danika loves Trin’s music, her favourite Drama Sisters songs are the one where Trin mainly sings in

Trin keeps Danika out of trouble a lot, gotta keep the love of your life out of Juvie!

Danika sings sometimes when Trin plays her guitar. Trin loves her singing voice

Dantrin and Glorey go on double dates. It can be awkward sometimes

Glorey (Glenn x Corey)

Glenn fell first, Corey fell harder, but Corey was definitely in denial.

They started dating during All Stars, when Danika broke up with Glenn

They are a gossipy couple! The drama got to them, might as well embrace it!

Corey loves Glenn’s lizards so much!

Corey is still mad at Danika, Glenn tries to make him let it go, it’s Danika after all.

Sometimes Glenn’s sister interrupts their dates.

Nojo (Noelle x Jody)

Jody likes doing Noelle’s makeup, even though Noelle doesn’t care about makeup

Noelle has a habit of cuddling Jody when they sleep, like come on, it happened twice!

Jody makes Noelle watch the movie versions of the books she owns, Noelle always prefer the book version

Noelle’s blunt humour and sarcastic comments always make Jody laugh

Jody thought Noelle was the prettiest girl in the entire world when she first saw her.

Jody loves PDA, she’s happy to be with Noelle all the time!

[baxteravenue]

SUPERCUT, JACK HARLOW.

summary: flashes of yours and jack’s decade long relationship with all the ups and downs. inspired by the song supercut by lorde!

a/n: the beginning is something i posted a while ago that ppl seemed to like… so here is the rest :)

I’LL BE YOUR QUIET AFTERNOON CRUSH…

You were so shy when you met Jack for the first time, it was during his album release party and your friends who somehow knew the whole world invited you along with them. You had known of Jack for quite a while, his song had blown up on Tiktok and everyone in Atlanta seemed to be in love with him, so how could you not?

You felt really out of place at first, everyone in the room seemed to know each other really well and it intimidated you into the corner near the bar. You had alway been like this, your friends were always the entertainers, the life of the party and just everything you weren’t. They were confident and gorgeous so you never expected Jack to walk up to you.

Jack had seen you as soon as you stepped foot into the room, you were surrounded by laughing girls and you would not stop checking your phone. He thought maybe you had a boyfriend and you weren’t supposed to be here until he caught a statement made by your friend to you. 

“C’mon Y/N, stop checking your phone you know damn well no one is texting you.” 

It made Jack laugh a little to himself, he could tell you were nervous or scared… somewhere in between. He couldn’t tell why though, you were the prettiest girl in the room and it didn’t even look like you were trying. 

He had been wanting to say something to you all night, but being the main event it was hard for him to get a moment alone, not until everyone was in the middle of the dance floor almost blacked out drunk belting a song from his debut album and you were in the corner, a drink in one hand and your phone in the other. 

He made you feel smaller than you were, and it wasn’t just because he was almost a whole foot taller than you it was because he was undeniably confident; something you had lacked almost your whole life. 

“Hi, I’m Jack.” It was his go to line, really simple but always effective. 

You had the words, they just wouldn’t come out for some reason. 

He titled his head a bit at you by your lack of response, he was confused. That line always worked, it was so versatile how could it not. “Uhm, so you like the album?” He tried to save himself. 

You nodded. It was true, you had thoroughly enjoyed every song that played during the night. One had really stuck with you though. “Mmm’yeah”

“Yeah?” Jack smiled back at you. It wasn’t a full sentence but he just felt lucky to get anything out of you, he thought you were playing hard to get and there was nothing more that he loved than the chase. 

In reality you were shitting bricks, you had watched every girl at this party laugh and giggle at everything he said, watched them practically shove their boobs in his face and pull out their camera on him almost every five seconds. You were just really confused… and tongue tied. 

“Uh.. yeah.” And almost as if it was a miracle the song you found yourself paying attention the most began to play once more, “This one actually, this one might be my favorite.”

He looked surprised almost when you said that, It was Baxter Avenue that started playing. It was one of his favorites on the album that he had to really fight for to even be on it. 

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, it was the first time you had actually made contact with his baby blue eyes. “You say that your imagery is lush and I can tell… You don’t write for the beat, you make the beats for the lyrics. Almost every song on this album has a very distinct almost basic instrumental— Uh sorry, not basic–” You could feel your cheeks heat up.

Jack was smiling like a child at you, “No you’re good… Shit girl you read through me like a book just off that one line.” He laughed. 

His laugh made you laugh, and that made smile even bigger. “Sorry… It’s a habit, I’m an ametur music critic.”

“So that’s why you’re all up in this corner huh, tapping away at that phone? You writing reviews for my music? I hope you’re writing good stuff, the way you were dogging me I’m a little scared.” 

You were still a bit shy talking to Jack but you could feel your nerves calm just a bit, enough where you could hold a conversation. “Oh no. I just don’t really know anyone here, besides my friends but they’re having a bunch of fun and who am I to ruin someone's fun… I just stay to myself.”

Jack admired your honesty, he didn’t get that a lot from women especially as he was on the biggest come up of his life. “Well I’m glad you decided to come…” He dragged out his sentence leaning in, hoping to get your name.

“Y/N. My names Y/N, sorry about that.” 

Jack shrugged, “You’re cute, it’s all good.”

You were in awe of him truly, and you could not get him out of your mind for weeks after that night and one conversation. You had hoped that he would have found you on instagram or through your friends and you had felt stupid when he didn’t. 

You had let one conversation go to your head, until one random Tuesday night. Your doorman had called you down, saying he had a package for you. You were confused, you checked your emails before walking downstairs to your mailroom. You weren’t expecting any packages. 

As you walked into the mailroom your heart felt like it had jumped out of your chest, Jack was standing there with a huge flower arrangement. “Uh… they didn’t want to tell me your apartment number so I kinda just had to show up.” 

You were glad you had decided to get ready for nothing that day. 

“What are you doing here? How- How did you even find my apartment?” You asked, very surprised. 

He set down the flowers, “Kiana… that’s your friend's name right? She’s friends with Urban, my best friend and he got her to tell me where you live.” He gave you a toothy smile. “Your friend doesn't know your apartment number by the way.”

You laughed, it was true Kiana only knew where you lived by memory not by numbers. 

“Anyways… These are for you.” He motioned toward the Peonies that sat in a very expensive looking box, “I wanted to get your number the other night, but you left early.”

You mentally face palmed yourself, “I had a test early the next morning. Not even COVID could get me out of it.” You admired the flowers, you can’t remember the last time someone had gotten you flowers. “Thank you so much, they’re really beautiful.”

“Had to get em’ to match you.” He winked. “But for real though, I really enjoyed talking to you… was probably the realest conversation I had in a while. I wanted to ask you maybe if you wanted to go out?” He was so confident and it was really attractive to you. 

You nodded, “Mmm’yeah” 

“Mmm’yeah.” He teased you. 

BE YOUR OVERNIGHT VIOLENT RUSH…

“I’m not doing this with you anymore Jack!” You yelled as you walked down the empty street, not wanting to get into the car with Jack.

“Get in Y/N, stop being so fuckin’ stubborn!” He yelled, cutting you off and driving the car right in front of you getting off, “Get in the car!”

Your eyes widened, and you took several steps back almost falling over because of your heels and the tequila you had been drinking. “Are you crazy? You could have run me over!”

“Don’t be crazy.” 

“Oh now I’m crazy huh?” You laughed sarcastically, “First it was paranoid, jealous, not trusting, stubborn and now it’s crazy?”

“Baby I don’t know her!” Jack pleaded, “I have no idea who she was, you have to believe me!”

“You follow her on Instagram, Jack! Why do you follow her if you don’t know her? I’m not stupid!”

You were yelling. You hated yelling, it just wasn’t you at all and lately it felt like that was all you did. When the two of you were good, you were good… almost perfect. But you had been with Jack for almost a year and as things got better for his career it seemed like your relationship with him was getting worse. 

“Y/N I don’t know half of the people I follow. Baby I followed Kiana, she’s your best friend… does that mean I fucked with her?” Jack tried to make a point, getting closer to you. “Baby, I love you and only you. It’s you for me, it’s always gonna be you.”

You nodded, surrendering and choosing to believe Jack.

“Okay?” He cupped your face making you look up at him.

You nodded again. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

MAKE YOU CRAZY OVER MY TOUCH…

You grabbed Jack’s hand as the two of you moved your way into Druski’s home. The two of  you decided that you would spend Thanksgiving with friends instead of having to choose between both of your parents who did not live in the same state. 

“Mmm it smells good in here.” You softly said as the two of you walked into the kitchen.

Jack grinned at you, “Do me a favor and say that again but slower and closer to my ear please.”

You shook your head giggling, “Nasty man it’s Thanksgiving.”

“And I’m thankful for you, all of you baby.” Jack placed a kiss on your cheek, grabbing your hand and moving it closer to him. 

You quickly snatched it away, “Jack.”

“Y/N.”

“We just got here, let me eat first.” You shook your head, “How did you even get to this point?” You laughed.

“You held my hand, you know I love those hands.” 

“Alright nasty fuckers, y’all know y’all ain’t alone right?” Druski chimed in, shaking his head in disgust. “All over the mac n cheese too.”

You looked over at Jack. One hour, you mouthed.

The bathroom? He mouthed back.

You nodded. “This pie looks so good, yum. Did you make it Dru?”

“Walmart did.”

BUT IT’S JUST A SUPERCUT OF US…

“I love you.” Jack smiled at you.

“You what?” You asked, trying to understand

“I love you.”

You had been dating him for two months, but you knew at one month. You were just too scared to say anything. You were afraid he didn’t feel the same. 

“You don’t have to say noth–“

“I love you too.” You smiled back, “If it wasn’t obvious.”

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“I’m scared to meet them, what if they don’t like me?” You frowned, as you and Jack drove down his childhood street toward his parents home. 

“They’re gonna love you baby, if I love you I know they will.” He gave you a wink. “Don’t worry.”

You nodded, “Okay.”

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“I wrote you a song.”

You looked our from your book, on the bed you shared with Jack. “You what?”

“I wrote you a song.” He smiled.

Immediately you put down the book, “Let me read!”

“I don’t know, you might go all music reviewer on it.” He joked, reminding you of one of the first conversations you ever had with him. 

“Jackkkk…” You whined. 

“It’s more of a verse… Nog much of a song really…” Jack taunted you. 

You immediately jumped on him, straddling over him. “Let. Me. Read.”

Jack handed you his phone, where he had been writing the lyrics. 

You smiled as you kept reading.

Jack watched you intently wondering what part you were on, if you liked it, if you thought it was too much, if you’d ever want him to release it… He wanted to be inside your head.

“I wrote a good amount of it on the road, away from you.” Jack added. “I was also reminiscing on our third date, how it felt like I was seeing another person. You weren’t shy anymore.”

“It looks like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore… Jack, you did not put me saying that in there.” Your cheeks were bright red but you felt anything other than embarrassed. What you were reading felt like you were getting to know Jack even more. 

“I’d put it on the album but then people would start catching on to the fact that there are no other women besides you.” He hummed, leaning in closer to you, “Only you.”

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

CAUSE IN MY HEAD I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT…

“I have loved you from the moment I met you, your music playing through my ears and your subtle glances. You mean the world to me and to be able to stand in front of you and love you and get to know you and I mean you, it’s more than I could have ever imagined.” You were trying your best not to cry, “I’ll love you for a million years and more.”

The officiant looked over at Jack, letting him know he was next. 

Jack wiped at his eyes, making the crowd awe. “Wow, I had this whole thing planned. I wrote it all down on a piece of paper but it doesn't feel right at the moment so I’m just gonna talk to you. Y/N I cannot thank whatever it was that led you to me that night enough, I’m not that religious but I really think God made you for me and me for you. I don’t remember life without you, nor do I ever want to think about it. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby, I love you.”

“Do you Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

It was the easiest thing you had ever said in your entire life, “I do.”

“Do you Jack, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“A million times yes, over and over again.” Jack couldn’t stop smiling.

“By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Kentucky, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He looked over at Jack, “You may now kis-”

Before he could even finish you were wrapped up in Jack’s arms, kissing your now husband. The two of you pulled away smiling. 

“Everyone for the first time, I present you Mr. and Mrs. Harlow!”

Everyone cheered. In that moment you could not have been any happier.

WHEN YOU CALL I FORGIVE AND NOT FIGHT…

“Come home… please.” Jack spoke into the phone, “Please baby let’s work this out just come home.”

“I can’t Jack, I just-” Your voice cracked as you tried to form words, “I can’t.”

You could hear him crying, you hated hearing him cry but you knew that you couldn’t be with him anymore. You just couldn’t. “Jack--”

“We’ll go to therapy Y/N, we’ll go to those classes, I’ll cancel the tour. I’ll- I’ll go on hiatus, I’ll take a break from music and just focus on us… Baby please don’t do this.” Jack was holding on for dear life but it was too late.

“The divorce papers should be there by tomorrow morning.” You spoke quickly.

“Y/N-”

“Goodbye Jack.” You hung up, immediately turning your phone off.

You couldn’t help the tears that began falling as soon as you spotted the boxes labeled Baby Harlow, stacked up in the corner ready to be donated.

WE WERE WILD AND FLUORESCENT COME HOME TO MY HEART…

You looked at the five pregnancy tests all lined up on the bathroom counter, they all read positive. You couldn’t help the smile that only grew bigger on your face.

“Well?” Jack called from outside.

You grabbed them all, opening the door faking a smile. “Um…”

Jack’s face fell.

“Well, I hope you’re ready to be a daddy.” You held up all the tests. 

“No fucking way. No fucking way!” Jack scooped you up, spinning you around. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

You nodded, “You’re gonna be a dad.”

“And you, you’re gonna be a mommy?”

“We’re gonna be parents, baby.” You cupped his face kissing him, “We’re gonna be fucking parents.”

“We’re gonna be parents.” Jack smiled, “Oh baby you’ve made me the happiest man in the entire world.”

“I love you, Mr. Harlow.” You hugged him.

“I love you more, Mrs. Harlow.” Jack couldn’t believe it. “I hope you have triplets, knock three out the way.”

“We’re not having six kids Jack.” You shook your head, giggling. 

“Six daughters baby, you knew what you were getting into when you married me.” Jack shrugged.

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your face. “How about just one healthy baby for now.”

Jack placed a kiss on your nose, “Sounds good to me Mama.”

[sunmoonstarsflowers]

Intuitive Reading: What made you laugh, smile or happy?

[ I hope you'd resonate with my message and if you don't, it's alright, perhaps there's another message coming for you.

I'm not a professional and this is strictly for entertainment purposes, please don't use it as an alternative to any kind of professional advice. If you're actually going through something, it would be better to contact a professional.]

Choose from below:

Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

Pile 1

Is it your sibling? I get a feeling its something younger than you or more playful. Someone colorful. Or perhaps colors. Do you like to paint or draw? Or do you like colorful flowers? A walk in the garden perhaps? I'm seeing an image of little kids in school probably, painting something. Oh is this what makes you happy? Seeing little kids draw and have fun? Or something related to this? I also think it could be you drawing. Some of you probably haven't done this since a long time, your world hasn't been colorful enough and/or there was a lack or rigidity when it comes to laughing out loud. Here's something I suggest, if you draw or doodle, try doing that with some music on. You might need to feel light and happy. Play a song you vibe with and vibe with it while playing with colors. Or if you don't draw, then do this, take some colors and make anything, even if its worse than how a kindergartener draws, try it. Don't be afraid. You need to a have a playful conversation with your inner child. Maybe try dancing in shower? But be careful, the water might make the floor slippery. The conclusion of this pile is that you need to have fun, not the i'll-go-clubbing or I'll-watch-Netflix, the fun you'd have or wanted to have as a child. Alright, then, take care and have fun. ❤️

Pile 2

Your friends, or your community or watching a variety show. Are you an extroverted person? Do you also perhaps like dressing up but not putting too much efforts? Like you want to appear clean and elegant and your emphasis isn't on looking prettiest. I feel like you're one of the people who really like celebrations. Bright colourful celebrations. Or gatherings. Do you like being around your family? Yeah, those intrusive discussions might make you feel like you hate these gatherings, but apart from that you love every aspect of it. Food, laughter, banter, cousins, everyone talking and having fun. Or perhaps your college or school mates? Talking and discussing about life but also joking and having fun. Nothing too serious. You might be a soft hearted person. You may be an ambivert or an introvert too, who likes people and being around them but it soon gets really tiring, that's why I saw an image of someone with glasses on watching a variety show on thier mobile phone. Ah right, you gotta take care of your eyes. Have you been to such a gathering or party before where you came back home and were really tired? Or did you have a good relaxing afternoon and evening at home while watching variety shows and eating and just relaxing? Have fun. Take care.❤️

Pile 3

Your boyfriend/girlfriend or your baby, your child. Your family. Did you recently start a family. Or not too recently, but like a few years ago and now you have your kids with you? I honestly feel a more homely vibe than romantic ones. Like if its your partner, what makes you happy is just relaxing with them. Perhaps having a walk in a park, or hiking or being near greenery. Or you might like being cute with them. Being cozy and cute. I really get these cute vibes. It could be you or your partner or your baby or probably a soft toy related to them. You probably also like relaxing. Or sleeping. Does it make you happy? Being lazy. Honestly, I love it too sometimes hehe. The vibes i get from here are about having a relaxing and good time with people you're intimate with and not really doing much. Alright then, sleep well haha, have fun. Take care. ❤️

Pile 4

Being yourself, dressing up, making yourself look beautiful and feeling confident. Ahh this pile is really giving me royalty vibes. I even chose purple color up hear. Purple denotes royalty. You like class and comfort. You like dressing up. Different from pile 2, you like dressing up and looking your best or if you were attracted to pile 2 too, that would mean that it depends on your mood, which one would make you happy, you try both. And you really like pampering yourself. You like to talk good about yourself and make yourself feel confident as well as comfortable. I don't really see a lot of people here. People probably don't play as big a role in your happiness. Or they do, but haven't been recently or in near future you might rely more on yourself. In near future, you will feel happier just by yourself. You won't worry about others. I feel like your progressive time is approaching if you're stressed right now. Or if you were in a transition stage or some kind of stagnancy I feel like you'll feel empowered in future. Continue loving yourself, pampering yourself. Remember to believe in your worth and stay amazing. ❤️

Thank You So much. ❤️