#maybe harry hasn't done any shooting yet

[matildashoney]

Bestie I saw your post about henny going through a mamas girl phase, could we get a blurb about that plzzzzzzz 🥺👉👈

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they're on holiday in italy a few weeks after stevie is born (maybe a month and a half or so) and harry knows that hensley is going through a phase of always wanting to be around amélie, most obviously because she isn't getting as much time with her now that stevie is around. she hasn't really been jealous so much that she's just obsessed with everything her mother and little sister do, so she wants to be around them all the time. she's in the room when stevie feeds and she's in the room when she gets a bath and she's in the room when they're putting her to sleep. she's always around her mama. harry's been getting a decent amount of work done around the house because of it, but he has to admit that he misses being the one that she always wants to be around. now, he's only good for when she's hungry or when she's gotten hurt and needs a quality hug from her papa.

harry is manning the stroller with stevie sleeping peacefully inside it as they walk the pathway to the beach. it's hot, but not too hot, and he knows it's the perfect weather to go swimming in. he's ready to rip off his shirt and get in with his daughter until she's holding her hand out to him and going, "papa, tu dois rester avec ma soeur."

"je ne peux pas nager avec toi?" harry questions, quirking his head to the side and setting the umbrella up in the sand. their villa has private access to the beach for them to enjoy without any onlookers or passersby. it makes for a very peaceful holiday.

"no, you stay with stevie. this is for girls only. me and mama."

amélie shoots harry an apologetic look and harry shakes his head, "alright, i'll miss my girls, but have fun out there. je t'aime, jupiter et pluton."

"et tout le chemin du retour, papa!"

harry watches as his favorite people play together in the water under the umbrella, holding stevie on his bare chest with a tiny hat covering her sleeping face. he admires his wife from afar, seeing the life in her eyes again and all the love that's brought into her by their not-so-little six-year-old. she was their rainbow, that's for sure. sunshine on a cloudy day.

it's a while before they're back, their fingers and toes all shriveled up from the water. amélie has a nice italian glow on her skin (courtesy of her father's genes) and hensley is being lathered in sunscreen yet again. she's complaining about it until amélie is leaning down to kiss her and she's warming back up to her.

stevie is given to amélie to feed and harry takes hensley on his lap and she's bubbling about all they talked about in the water and he swears she's better at speaking french than either of them and he has to tell her to slow down a bit for him to really understand what she's saying, but she's just so excited and full of life and it makes his heart so happy.

hensley is staring at amélie and she turns to harry and goes, "mama is so beautiful. i want to look like mama."

harry looks at all three of his girls and says, "you look and act just like mama, you know that?"

hensley smiles and blushes and lays back on harry's chest and they compromise on going on a walk the next day to spend time together, but only if they can take tons of pictures for her mama to see. harry agrees and that's what they do the very next morning, and it's so nice to just hold her little hand and walk through the town center unbothered and unnoticed, and see how excited she gets for every little thing.

amélie and stevie are feeding in the lounge area when they get back and hensley is rushing over to tell her all about their morning and talk to stevie and spend as much time with her mama as possible. she's just obsessed with her, and how could harry really blame her for that?

[jchnstones]

Ben Chilwell | Tired

song recommendation: sweet creature - harry styles

some cute tired & goofy ben for u my loves <3

IN which you & a tired Ben take a midnight trip to the store.

IT'S twelve thirty am, and somehow you've found yourself outside tesco's in ben's car. you both were tired but couldn't fall asleep, so ben suggested doing the weekly shop early.

"are you sure you can be bothered?" He asks you, turning off the ignition.

You smile lazily, nodding. "nothing better than a late night trip to the old local."

"good," He breathes, "hopefully we'll be ready to hit the hay by the time we're home." He smiles, his teeth showing. He takes the keys out of the car before climbing out of the door. You follow him, taking a deep breath as you slam the door shut.

You're pushing the trolly through the first isle when ben barges into you, pushing you to the side. You look at him, eyebrows furrowed as you rub your shoulder. "uh, ow?" you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

"sorry," he shrugs, clasping his hand around the trolly. "i just remembered it was my turn to push it." He points his thumb to his chest and nods, letting out a few giggles as he wonders off in front of you.

Instantly, you can tell exactly what mood Ben is in. He was adorable when he was tired, but hated showing he was exhausted, so resorted to being annoyingly goofy. you couldn't help but love it.

-

A couple of isles in, and there's all but barely anything in the trolly. Apparently, Ben was in control of this shop, so you let him do his thing.

You're looking at the fruits when you catch a glimpse of Ben leaning on the trolly, the wheels at the front lifting off the floor. You chuckle to yourself as you watch him. there's no point in telling him to be careful; he's in his funny mood. he'll only do it more.

"hey love, when was the last time you done this?" he calls back to you, waving his had for you to come over to him. "stand back."

As you move away, you realise what he's about to do. Ben runs as he pushes the trolly, quickly leaning his stomach on to the handle. Suddenly, the wheels lift off the floor once again, but this time tipping the trolly over. "oh golly," he utters, looking back at you. You both stare at the shopping that spilled on to the floor before bursting out into laughter.

"are you sure you're 24?" you chuckle, picking up the bits from the floor. Ben stands the trolly back up and pushes it towards you. "it's probably best if you're captain from now."

-

A couple minutes later and you're down the coffee isle. Ben hasn't caused any other accidents yet, but there's still time.

Ben places packets of coffee pods into the trolley, patting them as he puts them in. He quickly shoots you a look to see if you notice before wondering back down the isle. You definitely did, but need a moment to not laugh and encourage his silly antics.

"Ben," You call to him. "we don't even have a coffee machine?" you point to the pods in the trolley and shrug your shoulders. he drags his feet back down the isle to you, his mouth in an 'o' shape. "you're not wrong," he starts, "but i thought we could get one, maybe." You sigh as you shake your head, a smile forcing its way on to your face.

"I haven't seen you drink coffee in, like, months?"

He coughs, clearing his throat. he knows you're right, but he never likes to admit it. He chooses not to respond, but instead takes the coffee pods out of the trolley and places them back on the shelf.

he's just so adorable.

-

You're now walking to the toiletries, past the other isles when Ben suddenly stops.

you're now walking to the toiletries past the other isles when Ben suddenly stops.

"oh my god," he exclaims, pointing down the baby isle.

he quickly dashes down the isle, emerging back with a pair of newborn sized baby booties. they're a light grey with fluffy white insides, tiny glitter bows at the toes.  "please, y/n. come ON. just look at them." he watches as you take them from his hands, his bottom lip folded over as if to try and persuade you. you hate to admit it but its working, slowly.

"okay, yes, they are nice. but Ben, we don't even have a baby." you look at him, waiting for him to answer, but instead he beams at you. "...or is that something else you thought we could get?" you say, hesitant to put them in the trolley.

"woah, woah, woah,"  he wails his hands. "you said that, not me." he rushes off in front as you throw them in the trolley.

He's right, they are cute. They'll be a baby Chilwell eventually.

-

"right, is that everything? its getting real late." you say, pulling your phone out to check the time. It's a quarter past one now, and you were ready to get home to bed.

"we actually missed the chocolate isle. can we go back?"  he pouts. his finger rests on his chin as though he's thinking about something in particular.

"quickly, silly billy." you roll your eyes and giggle, following him as he walks towards the confectionery isle. After looking for a few minutes, he places two bags of skittles into the trolley, then reveals a big box of dairy milk chocolates from behind his back.

"for you," he says, presenting the box. "because you're the best."

you look at him, your lips curving on their own. he's so thoughtful, even if he does act like a child high off coca cola sometimes.

"but maybe you could share a couple with me, if you're feeling kind." he mumbles, walking towards the check out.

-

Eventually you're back in the car. you decided to drive home; Ben acting delirious hinted that he was over tired.

On the way back, you get a couple replies out of him. a few 'hmm's" and grunts filled the silence every so often, but only for a couple of minutes.

You look over to Ben as you reach home. he's fast asleep; his head balanced on his shoulder, lips parted. his eyelashes lay perfectly on his skin; oh god he's so handsome.

"my sleepy boy," you mumble, stealing more glances whenever you can. "my handsome, beautiful sleepy boy."

After parking the car up, you can't help but stare at him for a few minutes. As much as he could be annoying sometimes, you would never have him any other way. you loved him so much.

hesitant to wake him, you plant soft kisses on his forehead. "hey baby, we're home."

slowly waking from his small slumber, he stretches out his bones and lets out a grunt.

"let's get you to bed, sleepyhead."

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 9

3rd Person POV

Hermione, who had come back with (Y/n) the day before term had started, takes a different view of things. She is torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row - "If Filch had caught you!" - and disappointment that he hadn't, at least found out how Nicholas Flamel was.

(Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something, but Fred and George had darted across the Common Room and dragged her away and towards Oliver Wood, her three friends staring after her, and catching her apologetic gaze before Oliver snaps at her to pay attention.

Oliver seems to be working the Quidditch team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood is becoming a fanatic, but Harry and (Y/n) are on Wood's side. If they win their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the House Championship for the first time in seven years. Quite apart from wanting to win, they find that they has fewer nightmares when they're tired after training.

Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Oliver Wood gives the team a bit of bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall of their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around!" Wood orders. "That's exactly what'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

George Weasley really did fall off his broom at the words.

"Snape's refereeing?" he splutters through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going go be fair if me might overtake Slytherin."

The rest of team - besides (Y/n) - land next to George to complain, too.

"It's not my fault," says Wood. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."

Which is all well, thinks (Y/n), but I don't need a repeat of what happened last time, whoever did it.

The rest of the team hangs back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry and (Y/n) sprint straight back up to the Gryffindor common room, where they find Hermione and Ron playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron though was good for her.

"Don't talk to me for a moment," says Ron when Harry sits down beside him and Hermione shifts to make room for (Y/n).

Then Hermione catches sight of (Y/n)'s face. "What's wrong?" she asks, a worried look on her face and Ron looks over at (Y/n).

Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry tells the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't play," says Hermione at once.

"Say you're ill," Ron offers.

"Pretend to break you leg," Hermione says.

"Really break your leg," at Ron's words, everyone turns to him.

"I can't," says (Y/n), then she signs. "There isn't a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can't play at all."

At that moment Neville topples into the Common Room. How he had managed to climb through was anyone's guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognized at once as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor Tower.

Everyone but (Y/n) and Hermione laugh, and (Y/n) leaps up an performs the countercurse. Neville's legs spring apart and he gets to his feet, trembling.

"What happened?" (Y/n) asks him, leading him over to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Malfoy," says Neville shakily. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urges Neville.

"Report him!" (Y/n) agrees with the brunette.

Neville shakes his head. "I don't want more trouble," he mumbles.

"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" Harry says.

"He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier," Ron says.

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that," Neville chokes out.

(Y/n) feels around in the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulls out a chocolate frog. She gives it to Neville, who looks as though he is about to cry.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," (Y/n) says.

"The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin?" Harry finishes.

"Thanks, (Y/n), Harry ... I think I'll go to bed ... D'you want the card (Y/n), you collect them don't you?"

As Neville walks away, (Y/n) looks at the Famous Wizard card.

(Y/n), reading the card, smacks herself in the face and everyone turns to her. "I found him!" (Y/n) hands the card to Hermione and she sprints upstairs and grabs a alchemy book from her nightstand.

"I never thought to look in here," (Y/n) says, sprinting back downstairs and over to her friends. "Snape gave me this a few weeks ago to read."

(Y/n) opens the book and flips through the pages. "Nicholas Flamel is the only know maker of the Sorcerer's Stone."

This doesn't have the effect she had expected.

"The what?" ask Harry and Ron.

"Honestly, don't you read?" Hermione asks.

"The Sorcerer's Stone," (Y/n) begins pacing back and forth, her friends watching, "it was a legend, but I guess now it's true." (Y/n) runs a hand through her (H/C) hair. "It can transform any metal into pure gold and can produce the Elixir of Life, which makes the drinker immortal. If I remember correctly, Flamel just turned six hundred and sixty-five."

"The dog must be guarding the Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry begins.

"I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone removed out of Gringotts!" Hermione finishes.

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!" exclaims Harry. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it!"

At Harry's mention of Snape, (Y/n)'s mouth spreads into a frown.

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry," says Ron. "He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he?"

. . .

The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron are still discussing what they'd do with a Sorcerer's Stone if they had one. It wasn't until Ron said he'd buy his own Quidditch team that (Y/n) remembers about Snape and the coming match.

"I'm going to play," she tells the other five. "If I don't we'll be behind in the cup. If we win, I'll show them ... it'll really wipe the smiles off their faces."

"Just as long as we're not wiping you off the field," Ron comments and (Y/n) shoots him a incredulous look.

As the match grows closer, however, (Y/n) becomes more and more nervous, whatever she told her friends and sister. The rest of the team isn't very calm, either. The idea of overtaking Slytherin in the House Championship was wonderful, no one had done it in seven years, but would they be allowed to, with such a biased referee?

Harry doesn't know whether he is imagining it or not, but he seems to keep running into Snape wherever he goes. At times, he wonders if Snape is following him, trying to catch him on his own. Potions lessons are turning into a sort of weekly torture for Harry, Snape seemingly getting worse in each class. Harry didn't see how he could - yet sometimes he had to horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.

(Y/n) knew, when they had wished her and Harry good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that Ron and Hermione were wondering whether they'd ever see her alive again. (Y/n) hardly hears a word of Oliver's pep talk as she pulls on her Quidditch robes and picks up her Nimbus Two Thousand.

Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did (Y/n) know that her friends had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They had gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any signs of wanting to hurt (Y/n).

Back in the locker room, Oliver Wood had taken (Y/n) aside.

"Don't want to pressure you, (Y/n), but if we ever need an early capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game before Snape can favor Hufflepuff too much."

(Y/n) nods, a determined look on the Seeker's face.

"The whole school's out there!" says Fred, peering out of the door. "Even - blimey - Dumbledore's come to watch!"

Harry and (Y/n) exchange looks. "Dumbledore?" Harry asks, dashing to the door to make sure. Fred is right, there's no mistaking that silver beard.

Harry could have laughed out loud with relief. (Y/n) was safe. There was simply no way that Snape would dare hurt (Y/n) if Dumbledore was watching, Harry thinks. Maybe that's why Snape is looking so angry as the teams march onto the field, Harry thinks, which Ron notices as well.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean," the ginger tells the other girls. "Look - they're off. Ouch!" Malfoy had poked Ron in the back of the head.

"Oh, sorry Weasley, didn't see you there," Malfoy grins at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long (L/n)'s going to stay on her broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

Ron doesn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, is squinting fixedly up at (Y/n), who is circling the came like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

"You know how I think they chose people for the Gryffindor team?" says Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awards Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter and (L/n), who've got no family, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

Neville goes bright red but turns in his seat to face Malfoy. "I'm worth twelve of you Malfoy," he stammers.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howl with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ron's nerves are already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about (Y/n), "I'm warning you, Malfoy - one more word -"

"Ron!" says Hermione suddenly, "(Y/n) - !"

"What?! Where?!"

(Y/n) had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which draws gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stands up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as (Y/n) streaks towards the ground like a bullet.

"You're in luck, Weasley, (L/N)'s obviously spotted some money on the ground!" says Malfoy.

Ron snaps. Before Malfoy knows what's happening, Ron is on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitates, then clambers over the back of his seat to help.

"Come on, (Y/n)!" Hermione screams, leaping onto her seat to watch as (Y/n) speeds straight at Snape - she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione watches to see Snape turning on his broomstick to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches - the next second, (Y/n) had pulled out of the dive, her arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in her hand.

The stands erupt; it had to be a record, no one could remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.

"Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over! (Y/n)'s won! We've won! Gryffindor's in the lead," shrieks Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging a beaming Pavarti Patil in front of her.

(Y/n) jumps off her broom, a foot from the ground. She couldn't believe it. She had done it - the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors come spilling onto the field, Harry sees Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped. Harry lands beside (Y/n) and they feel a hand on their shoulder and they look up into Dumbledore's smiling face.

"Well done," says Dumbledore quietly, so that only Harry and (Y/n) could hear.

The Gryffindors run to lift (Y/n) onto their shoulder; Ron and Hermione in the distance, jumping up and down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.

Harry leaves the locker room alone some time later, to take his Nimbus Two Thousand back to the broomshed. He leans against the wooden door and looks up at Hogwarts, with its windows glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor in the lead. (Y/n) had done it, she'd shown Snape. . . .

And speaking of Snape . . .

A hooded figure comes swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly not wanting to be seen, it walks as fast as possible toward the forbidden forest. Harry recognizes the figure's prowling walk. Snape, sneaking into the forest while everyone else was at dinner — what was going on?

Harry jumps back on his Nimbus Two Thousand and took off. Gliding silently over the castle he sees Snape enter the forest at a run; he follows.

The trees are so thick he couldn't see where Snape had gone. He flew in circles, lower and lower, brushing the top branches of trees until he hears voices. He glides toward them and lands noiselessly in a towering beech tree.

He climbs carefully along one of the branches, holding tight to his broomstick, trying to see through the leaves. Below, in a shadowy clearing, stands Snape, but he isn't alone. Quirrell is there, too. Harry can't make out the look on his face, but he is stuttering worse than ever. Harry strains to catch what they are saying.

". . . d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus . . ."

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," replies Snape, his voice icy. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone, after all."

Harry leans forward. Quirrell is mumbling something, but Snape interrupts him.

"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I —"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," says Snape, taking a step towards him.

"I-I don't know what you —"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hoots loudly, and Harry nearly falls out of the tree. He steadies himself in time to hear Snape say, "— your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting."

"B-but I d-d-don't —"

"Very well," Snape cuts in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."He throws his cloak over his head and strides out of the clearing. It is almost dark now, but Harry can see Quirrell, standing quite still, as though he was petrified.

. . .

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione squeaks.

"We won! (Y/n) won! We won!" shouted Ron, thumping (Y/n) on the back."And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right — talk about showing Slytherin!"

"Everyone's waiting for you and (Y/n) in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens," Ron continues.

"Never mind that now," says Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this. . . ."

He made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind them, then he told them what he'd seen and heard.

"So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy — and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus-pocus'— I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through -"

"So you man the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" asks Hermione in alarm, (Y/n) shifting thoughtfully on the desk she was sitting onto of.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," says Ron.

Hermione glances over at (Y/n), who is sitting silently, a thoughtful expression on her face. "What is it?" (Y/n) asks.

"The thing about the loyalty confuses me," (Y/n) says, jumping off the desk. "Who would Quirrell need to prove his loyalties lie to? Dumbledore right, what if Quirrell is trying to get the stone? What if that whole stuttering thing is an act? I've never been a hundred percent about him myself."

Ron shrugs her off, "It must be Snape."

"Not necessarily, not to be rude or anything, but I'm his favorite student," the others nod in agreement. Then (Y/n) turns to Hermione. "Who was sitting behind Snape at the first Quidditch match?"

"Quirrell," Hermione says.

"My point exactly," (Y/n) says but Ron and Harry shrug her off again.

"It's definitely Snape," Harry says and (Y/n) shakes her head and walks back to the Gryffindor Common Room alone.

Despite herself, she grins when she portrait whole swings open and the Common Room erupts into cheers as she steps through. Oliver and Fred come over and lift (Y/n) up onto their shoulder and everyone begins to cheer:

"(Y/n)!"

"(Y/n)!"

"(Y/n)!"

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[finnwolfhard7137]

The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard × Reader

Chapter One is here...

Chapter Two: Film Day

Word Count 2.2k

Warnings: fluff

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You wake up to your phone buzzing: you mother texts you Good morning sunshine, I hope you have a great day. You visibly smile and respond: Thank you mom, good morning I love you. 

You look at the top of your phone screen and view the time: 7:02 a.m. You sigh from exhaustion but you know that you can't go back to sleep. You have to get ready for the long day that you are going to have. First thing's first, breakfast. You eat some cereal and watch a YouTube video of your choice. After all of that is done, you get up to brush your teeth and freshen up before your artists come in to do your hair and makeup. 

…

Jamie "Hi, good morning! How did you sleep?"

"Pretty well, how about you?"

Jamie "Oh well I am used to sleeping in trailer's so I slept like a baby." 

Carmen enters the trailer, "Speak for yourself! I barely slept last night."

"Aw I'm sorry!"

Carmen "Don't be, sweetie. Now, let's do your makeup." Her and Jamie spend almost two hours doing your hair and makeup, curling and perfecting you for the camera. You swear to yourself that you have never looked this good before! 

"You guys just did that!? Like...how?"

They giggle, "It's our job sweetie. Do you like it?"

"Of course I do." Your makeup is light but flawless and your hair is shiny and curled to perfection. You almost can't stop looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Jamie "Alright, you are completely done gorgeous! John and the producers will be in soon to go over a few things."

"Okay, thanks so much." You hug them and they walk out of the door. Being able to feel confident makes you even more excited to see Finn today. Maybe John will allow you to film with him..

John "Hi, Y/n. I know that we have met before but this is my producer Nina."

Nina "Hi"

"Hi, it's nice to meet you."

John went over your role with you and the ways you should act and so on. He was so polite and kind, it put your mind at ease a ton. "Okay, so very simple."

"Yes, thank you. That makes me feel less nervous." 

Nina "Don't be nervous at all, I saw your audition Y/n, you are very talented."

"Thank you, Mrs. Nina!" 

Nina "Oh please, just Nina." You offer her a nice smile and they make their way out.

John "See you out there, kid." 

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When you see Oakes, he gives you a warm hug and compliments your hair and makeup.

"Thanks! They did a good job, didn't they?"

Finn "Oh yeah!" He walks up from behind you, catching you off guard. 

"Hey!" He gives you a tight hug and the biggest smile."

Finn "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. Way better than how you met me last night.."

Finn "No, no! You looked good in your pj's last night too, don't get me wrong."

"Thanks." You try your hardest not to blush but you can't help it.

John "So, I am guessing that you met Finn!"

"Oh yeah, he came to say hi to me last night."

John "Well that is good, you two are going to have to be around each other for a while so get comfortable with each other. We start shooting in five."

Oakes "Okay!" 

Finn "Maybe we will get to film together after all."

"That would be fun. I haven't read it in the script yet though."

Finn "Not everything has to be in the script for it to be in the movie, Y/n."

"Oh!"

Oakes "For example, for my last film my co-star and I were literally just bullshitting and we didn't notice that they were still filming and they kept that little bit in the movie."

"That's awesome." You, Finn and Oakes talked until it was time to start shooting. 

….

Your first scene is with Oakes in a museum. Nothing was said and it was quick because it was literally the first scene for the movie. They took three different shots of the same scene and then they called it for the first scene.

When they call cut, you turn around and see Finn sitting back with a few of the co-stars and smiling at you. Has he been watching you this entire time? If so, that is so adorable! You move a stray piece of hair away from your face and smile back.

Oakes "Oh, I think he likes you."

You joke "Shut up!" You playfully nudge him and he nudges you back. This was going to be one of the funnest times of your entire life.

Finn "You did good!"

"Thanks!"

Ansel "Finn, you haven't introduced us! I'm Ansel, I play older Theo."

"I think I have seen your movies before, hi!"

Ansel "That's awesome! I hope you liked them."

"Of course. Are you filming now?"

Ansel "Oh no, I just wanted to stop by and see old friends. I don't start filming until tomorrow."

"Oh okay." Sarah Paulson comes up behind you.

Sarah "Who is this cutie?!"

"Oh my god!" She laughs and pulls you in for a hug, knowing you were an obvious fan of hers. "I'm Y/n, I play Pippa."

Sarah "Ohh okay! I saw the last bit there, you mastered the facial expressions girl."

"Thank you!"

Oakes "Oh hey, step mom!"

Sarah "Hey kiddo!" They laugh and hug each other. You have to pinch yourself because it does not feel real. You are not only around Finn, now you are around Sarah, one of your idols in this industry. 

Finn "Did you have fun shooting that scene?"

"I guess, yeah. I'm looking forward to doing my lines."

Finn "Yeah, the dramatic scenes aren't as fun."

"Yeah, are you shooting soon?"

Finn "Laster on during the day. I do the school scene today."

"I'm excited to see it!"

He speaks in Russian that you don't understand. He laughs at your reaction.

"Holy shit...you are good at Russian!"

Finn "Practice. I have to say quite a bit in Russian."

"It sounds like you have adapted the language as your own."

Finn "You're too sweet." Oakes starts in the conversation, breaking you out of your little trance that he had you under. 

Oakes "I still can't believe that you have to call me Potter.."

"No way."

Finn "Those glasses do look like Harry Potter's...it only makes sense."

Oakes rolls his eyes and you three laugh. Sarah and Ansel talk to you a bit more and get to know you while Oakes films his second scene with Nicole Kidman among others. Seeing Nicole act in person is astonishing, she is so gifted. You sat next to Finn while you both waited your turn. Every once in a while, he would give you pointers on things that Oakes and Nicole did. He knew that you are fairly new and wanted to help you the best that he could which made you feel so appreciative. 

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You had to change hair and makeup for your next and last scene for the day. Since your character was in the museum 'bombing', you had to get a prosthetic put on your head, making it look like you had a huge scar. It was so well done and so believable that it left you shaken. 

"You all are so talented.."

Bill "Thank you very much!" 

You change wardrobe and make your way to the next area to film. This time, it is a bedroom where you and Oakes have to shoot. When he sees you, he is taken aback.

Oakes "Woah!"

"I know.."

Oakes "All I gotta say is that I'm glad that it's not real.."

"Yeah, me too."

John "Alright guys, positions!!"

You lay down on the bed and do your lines as well as Oakes. This took way longer than the first shoot, understandably. Luckily, you didn't mess up any of your lines and did them correctly. By the time he called cut, your head was pounding from all of the ups and downs of emotions. One moment, you had to act tired and the next moment you had to be in tears. Oakes noticed and he offered you a warm smile.

Oakes "You are a natural! You had me choken up the whole time!"

"Good, I'm glad! That means that our scenes together will move the audience." 

Oakes "It really will. And here you were, saying that you weren't good. Are you kidding?!"

"You're the best." You give him a hug and go back to your trailer where they undress you and take off your prosthetic and makeup. After most of the day having it all on, it felt wonderful when it all came off. 

Jamie "John and Nina told me how amazing you and Oakes did today.."

"Really?!"

Carmen "And Kiira (the casting director) told me how glad that she was that she casted you for Pippa."

"I might cry! That is so sweet." 

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You get into your own clothing and get back outside. You want to see Finn's scene and support him like he did for you. You take a seat next to Sarah and Luke (Luke Wilson who plays Theo's father)

The scene is about to start when Sarah leans in and whispers to you, "Ya know, he hasn't stopped talking about you since you got here right?"

"Really?"

Sarah smirks, "mhm. I think he likes you. But hey, that's just me."

You blush and look away. Does he really like you? How could he? You don't look like every other actress, you are just you...nothing special. But maybe he does.

Finn and Oakes scene lasts on and off for three hours. Finn was even better of an actor in person. Seeing the way he poses himself as a totally different person with a totally different language was so interesting to watch.

When he finishes, they make their way back to where you all are at and he sat down next to you. He notices that you are smirking at him and smiles.

"You are too good at this."

He starts laughing which makes you happy, "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not! Finn, you are so talented, it's crazy."

Finn "Thank you so much. So are you, I saw you on your last shoot," he takes in your appearance, "Those crying parts were hard to watch without me crying and I hardly ever cry unless I have to."

"Really? Thank you." 

Finn "Yeah, no problem."

Oakes "Well I don't know about you guys, but I am starving."

"I could eat."

Finn "Let's get out of these clothes and then I'll drive us to get something to eat!" You and Oakes agree and you wait for them to come out of their trailers. 

You are wearing a pair of light blue ripped jeans and a white kind-of-cropped hoodie with converse. Finn comes out wearing jeans and a hoodie, same as Oakes. Sarah notices that we are all wearing hoodies and chuckles.

Finn "What?"

Sarah "I just love how you are all wearing hoodies, I love it."

"Hoodies are so comfy!"

Finn "What she said!" You four laugh and then leave to get some food.

…

Oakes let's you sit in the front with Finn and you all blare good music with the windows down. He decides on getting Chick-fil-a and who could say no to that?! At the restaurant, you all talked about anything and everything: family and friends, music, movies and TV shows, favorites and inspirations. You could talk to them all day long and never get bored. You truly feel like this job is changing your life for the best because you have already gained so much. 

When you get back to the trailer park, Oakes says good night and leaves you and Finn alone.

Finn stops by your trailer and pauses, "You really did good today."

"Thank you Finn, it means a lot coming from you."

Finn "I know, I am really glad that you are here. I don't think that I have ever had such a good time on set before."

"Me neither."

Finn "Hey, I was thinking that if we wake up early enough, I could take you to breakfast if you'd like?"

"Yeah, yeah I'd love to."

Finn smiles, "Alright, awesome. So it's a date." He gives you a warm embrace and then says good night.

You sit down on your bed and call your mother to catch her up on your day.

Mother "I'm so proud of you! I knew that you would do amazing today!"

"Thanks mom."

Mother "And Finn…how is he?"

"Amazing."

Mother "tell me, tell me."

"Mom I'll text you, I love you."

Mother "Oh alright...I love you too. Sleep tight."

You text your mom and tell her how nice Finn has been and how he asked you on a little date tomorrow. She gushes over it and makes you blushy. Everyone tells you that he likes you and you are starting to believe it. You turn off the lights and climb into bed and fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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[shawn-mendes-post]

Secret Relationship

A/N: Hi, I do not own anything. I just had this idea. Sorry if you don't like certain celebrities that I said. I tried to have a range so there at least would be one celeb. Also a oneshot.

Y/N being a famous actress and singer was currently getting ready for an interview with James Corden. She is hoping it would just be an interview, but with James you can never be 100% sure. She put on a sexy sequin lace mesh embroidery backless dress that left very little to imagine.

She sits in the pink room, roaming Instagram, hearting different post. She smiles as she sees a picture of her boyfriend, Shawn. They were currently dating for a year and no one had any idea. It was for the best because they didn't want to deal with media taking things out of proportion.

Y/N being an American Horror Story and being a romantic interest to Evan Peters would not be good for the relationship. She did wished they could be open about their relationship and didn't have to see fans shipping him with Camila Cabello.

Sighing, she hears her name being called. She stood in high heels, wobbling from standing so quickly, makes her way to the stage. She waves and high fives the audience members that were close. She could already picture the surprise on her boyfriend's face since he was helping James out for the week.

" Hello! I can't believe you are actually here. " James said, giving her a hug. " Well, I couldn't deny your invitation. I love your show so I immediately said yes," she replied, glancing at Shawn's shocked face. They both move to sit down, ( Y/N) smoothing out her dress.

" It's amazing that you moved to America from London when you were 16. How do you feel?"

" Homesick at times since most of my family is in London. I'm also grateful for this opportunity to work here and meet some wonderful people. I do go back to London when I'm touring. So it's been a roller coaster from being a simple girl and now going on tours or shooting in movies. It's been fun and I can't wait to see what happens in the future ."

The audience cheers as James looks at the cue cards. " Yes, I understand. We know that you have many and I mean many celebrity crushes," James said, laughing lightly as he watches her blush. " Who is your top 5?"

" Oh, that is hard. I love all of my crushes," she said, glancing at Shawn, wondering if she could say them. She knew he would get jealous at times when she rambled about one of the celebrities.

Shawn nod his head slightly, knowing he can't stop her from answering James. He didn't understand why he didn't know she was going to be on the show. 'She never said anything.'

" Harry Styles would be one because he is simply amazing. I never really listened to one direction, but when he went solo, I was falling. I actually have his album and would listen to it nonstop." Her cheeks flush as she bites her lower lip. Chuckles could be heard in the audience as they knew how that must have felt. " Emma Watson because why not? She is amazing and a role model to other little girls. I grew up with her and always wanted to meet her. "

" Ah, you a Harry Potter fan? You know Shawn is?" James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Y/N laughs and nods her head as she admits she is a big Harry Potter fan. Shawn could feel his cheeks heat up at the mention of being a fan of Harry Potter. The two of them would always have a marathon with the movie when they both weren't so busy.

" Bill Skarsgård because he is hot. Like I love Cumberbatch, but Skarsgård has more sharp define cheeks. He has a jawline for days," she said, seductively, eyes flutter as she says the line from AHS. Cheers could be heard from the audience when they hear the familiar line. James was laughing at how she said it so wonderfully. " Wow. Amazing. "

Shawn shift as he felt a little jealous that she hasn't mentioned him. He knew that she was trying not to let anything slip about the two, but it still hurtled him listening to her talk about other guys.

" The last two? You are almost done. Then we could move on to the game we are about to play. "

" I would say Tom Holland,but I have a family member who loves him. So for respect to them I won't say him. Let me think. " She ponders, thinking about the last two people she would say. " I feel like if I say any one of my Costars it would be cheating. I do love Evan Peters, Sarah Paulson, Jessica Lange, etc, but I would not count that. "

Her eyes lit up as she knew one person she didn't say. " I can't believe I didn't say his name. Nick Robinson because of Love, Simon. I would watch that movie all the time and always cry for about a good hour or 2 after the movie was done. My boyfriend always asked me why I put myself through the pain. I just love the moive and I love the message behind it," she sniffled, not really thinking about what she just said.

It was silent as Y/N tries to contain her sniffles. She looks at James as he stares at her in shock. Tilting her head, she didn't know what she said wrong. Turning to look at Shawn his face was completely white as if he saw a ghost. " Did you say boyfriend?" James asked, knowing he heard correctly.

Freezing, she stared at Shawn with big doe eyes filled with fright not knowing what to say. She then glance at her manger, Liam. He was shaking his head as if not to say anything about it. " Well, I wouldn't say boyfriend..." she started, trailing off as she didn't know what to say. " We are just really close friends who hang out a lot. Most of my friends tease me about him being my boyfriend. I just say boyfriend so it is easier to introduce him," she said with a shrug, smiling fakely at James.

" That is a load of shit. How can you say you dont have a boyfriend? Maybe, I need to hook you up with Shawn. I mean you are hot, he is hot. The two of you would be smoking together," James said, giving her a look. He turns around to face Shawn to see Shawn's face was completely red. James didn't know if it was from embarrassment or anger.

" Let's move on. " She wiggles in her seat as she tries to get away from the topic. She could already see Shawn's mad face and knew they would fight as soon as they got home. " Lastly, it's hard to pick one more. I mean I love Eddie Redmayne, Nick Kroll, Pete Davidson, Callum Turner, Dylan Minnette and more." She groans as she nibbles on her lower lip a bad habit she picked up when she is nervous. " I guess John Mulaney because he can make me laugh. There is just something about him that can make any awkward conversation into something funny. I feel like it would be amazing to hang out with him. "

James nod as he knows what she is talking about. " Well, that was more then 5. I did make a mistake telling you to only pick 5. Next we are going to play Flinch with Shawn Mendes and Y/N.

After the show Y/N stayed around taking to James because she didn't want to go home yet. James was always laughing and joking which made her feel more calm and relaxed. Her manager came saying they need to get back because she will be busy in the afternoon. The drive was silent between the two, not awkward but a comfortable silence.

" Will you be okay at home? I saw how Shawn looked. "

She turns to her manager and laughs slightly. " I'll be fine. I'll call you if I need you." She slips out as she makes her way to her flat she had. Outside, she could see the lights on and that worried her.

" Shawn?" She asked, entering the flat, dreading what is about to come. Shawn was currently on the couch, arms crossed as he watches the door. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slip up. I wasn't thinking. I didnt even know I was going on James's show until to late. Baby, dont give me that look. "

He looked like a kicked puppy, staring with his hazel eyes. " Why didn't you say my name? I can forgive you for slipping up. I can't believe you lied about our relationship. Just friends right?"

Grunting, she takes off her shoes, throwing them to the side. Her hands run through her hair a habit she picked up from Shawn. " I panicked. I knew you didn't want others to know about our relationship. "

" I didn't want that? No! It was you who said to keep it a secret. I want everyone to know we are together. I want to go out on dates with you. Shower you with love! Tell everyone that you are mine." Shawn yelled, getting frustrated.

" I'm sorry, I didn't want others to know. You know how the media will react. Especially, when I'm working with Evan. You could barley watch the little clips I show you. You know a lot of people ship me with Evan. As many fans ship you with Camila."

" I don't care about that. I love you and I am with you. So what. I'm the one that kisses you for real. I'm the one that makes you moan my name," Shawn spoke, moving closer towards her. He leans and captures her lips agaisnt his in a rough kiss. His hands on her hips, bring her closer towards him.

He pulls back, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Nibbling as to leave his mark on her. " Everyone is going to know you are with me. " She moans as he bites her sensitive spot. His hands trailing under her dress as he flicks a finger against her clit.

To be continued....

Maybe.