#most likely a magazine but definitely not official like Insider.

[lovecanyon]

MIKE FAIST X Y/N: A SOCIAL MEDIA AU

part one

➙ y/n works under A24 as a production assistant. she’s worked on films such as Pearl, X, Lady Bird, Hereditary and most recently Challengers where she met her partner Mike Faist.

(A24 didn’t produce Challengers but in this situation they did)

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TMZ

Mike Faist Spotted in Los Angeles with Mystery Girl: Fans Buzz Over Actor’s New Romance

Mike Faist, the breakout star from "Challengers," was recently seen in Los Angeles with an unidentified woman, sparking a flurry of speculation among his fans. The actor appeared relaxed and happy as he enjoyed a casual outing.

As photos of the pair began circulating online, Faist's fans took to social media, attempting to uncover the identity of the girl who has seemingly captured the heart of the beloved star. Twitter and Instagram were lit with theories, with some fans speculating that she might be a fellow actor or someone from Faist’s inner circle. Despite their best detective efforts, no concrete information has surfaced about the mystery girl.

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PEOPLE MAGAZINE

Mike Faist and Mystery Girl Rumored to Be Dating. Sources Say the Pair Is Going Strong

Hollywood’s latest heartthrob, Mike Faist, has set the rumor mill abuzz after multiple sightings with a mystery woman in Los Angeles. Sources close to the actor reveal that the pair is indeed dating and have been going strong for a while now, much to the delight, and curiosity, of Faist’s dedicated fans.

The couple was first spotted a few weeks ago, enjoying a casual day out in L.A., sparking speculation about their relationship status.

An insider close to Faist confirmed to People, “Mike and his girlfriend have been together for a few months now. They’ve been keeping things low-key but are definitely very happy. She’s been a great support for him, especially with all the attention from his recent success.”

The insider added, “Mike is very protective of his personal life, but he’s also really happy right now. Those close to him can see how much this relationship means to him.”

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faistupdates Mike Faist in Los Angeles last night!

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faistfan45 who’s that girl???

user202 we can barley see him 😭😭 was this taken on a microwave

user30 give mike some privacy omg

faistfan112 that man hates the paparazzi leave him aloneeee

faistfan40 i think he’s with his girlfriend

TWITTER:

💫 mike faist (future oscar winner) - @faistfever

omg…tell me why my sister just saw mike and his girlfriend 😭😭

1:53 PM 6/4/2024 From Earth

↳ sammy <3 - @ooconnorstar

ARE U LYING??? HELLOOO

1:54 PM 6/4/2024 From Earth

↳ 💫 mike faist (future tony winner) - @faistfever

NO. THEY WERE LITERALLY AT A CAFE TOGETHER. LOOKKK

[photo of mike & y/n holding hands at a cafe]

1:57 PM 6/4/2024 From Earth

↳ sammy <3 - @ooconnorstar

I PLANNED THIS!!! MIKE’S BOYFRIEND ERA

[olivia wilde nodding gif]

1:58 PM 6/4/2024 From Earth

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pagesix Mike Faist and his rumored girlfriend were seen in Los Angeles yesterday having lunch together. Sources tell us that they could not stop staring at each other and kept holding hands across their table.

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faistfan78 MIKE IS IN HIS BOYFRIEND ERA OMFG

user116 my man who doesn’t know he’s my man is TAKEN??!! 😟

faistfan51 that’s literally me? what are you talking about?

user26 SHE IS SO LUCKY, WHOEVER SHE IS

faistfan99 i think she worked on the set of challengers with mike? i might be wrong idk

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deuxmoi DeuxMoi Exclusive: The Truth Behind Mike Faist and Y/N L/N’s Love Story Unveiled!

We’ve got the inside scoop on Hollywood's newest power couple! Sources have spilled the beans that Mike Faist, the star of "Challengers," and the mystery girl who has been revealed as Y/N L/N, a production assistant under A24, are officially an item. But wait, it gets even juicier!

Y/N, whose impressive resume includes work on several A24 hits like “Pearl,” “X,” and “Lady Bird,” first crossed paths with Mike on the set of “Challengers.” It was he who reportedly made the bold first move, sparking what would soon blossom into a full blown romance.

While both have maintained a level of privacy when it comes to their personal lives, insiders insist that Mike and Y/N are in it for the long haul.

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faistfan63 leave this poor girl alone

user21 HER AND MIKE MAKE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE

fan112 he could do better tbh

faistfan87 you are insane and crazy

user73 i hope none of his fans attack her now…

faistfan125 y/n is drop dead gorgeous 😭

user104 ohhh she’s so successful omggg

DEUXMOI - 6/5/2024

Sent via form submission from Deuxmoi

Pseudonyms, please: ANON

Email: somethingaboutfaist@deuxmoi.com

Subject: A24’s Iconic Couple

Message: Fans have been dying to know whose Mike’s mystery girl is and now we know! Y/N has worked on some major A24 hits like "Pearl," "Hereditary," and "Lady Bird." Looks like Mike was the one who made the first move and they've been inseparable ever since.

DEUXMOI - 6/8/2024 - SPOTTED

Saw Mike and his girlfriend at a pilates class today! He is definitely in love with her, they kept laughing and grinning at each other. He also gave her his sweater after the class!!

TIKTOK:

faistangels: she is so gorgeous, i am blown away 😭😭

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joshofaist i don’t know if i need mike or her

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artsdonaldsins AND SHE WAS A THEATRE KID…MIKE REALLY FOUND HIS MATCH 🙏🙏

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dayaconnor y/n is so cool omg

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mikesendaya i will defend her with my heart

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mikefaistdaily A new photo resurfaced of Mike Faist’s girlfriend Y/N wearing a ‘I Told Ya’ shirt from the film Challengers.

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user53 OMGG she is so gorgeous

faistfan12 fans literally leaked her instagram photos. pls take this down.

faistfan62 people need to leave her alone, she’s just trying to live…

user73 y/n is so iconic goodbye

faistfan206 “resurfaced” or leaked??

user122 SHE IS THE MOMENT 💅

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m.faistnews NEW/OLD! Mike on the set of Challengers! via yourinstagram

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user88 SOMEONE SEDATE ME

faistfan102 just imagine all the other pics of mike y/n has in her phone 😭😭

user106 DON’T LET ME THINK OF THAT

user29 y/n is really living that dream life

faistfan101 wanna be her so bad

user33 she’s just riding on mike’s fame…

faistfan64 girl be serious 🙄🙄

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faistojosh Y/N has removed followers after her photos on Instagram got leaked!

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user60 please leave this girl alone…we don’t know her

faistfan66 i’m sorry but y/n leaving dailyfaist as one of her followers has me 😭😭

dailyfaist THAT’S BESTIE!! me and her are like this 🤞

faistfan153 i just know mike knows your account exists!!

dailyfaist I NEED A CIGARETTE

user121 posting this is just bringing more attention to it…

(1/10)

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rachelzegler it’s hot girl summer

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faistfan15 RACHEL AND Y/N KNOW EACH OTHER??!

faistfan132 mike probably introduced them omgg

arianadebose Literally the love of my life 🩷

user101 attention seekingggg

ayoedebiri I love women!!!

faistfan212 y/n literally wants approval from all of mike’s friends 😭

rachelzegler mike would absolutely hate you btw!!! get a life

faistfan170 RACHEL DEFENDING Y/N 🙏🙏 I LOVE TO SEE IT

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mike.faistnews Y/N’s IG post about Mike’s first Met Gala! 🤍

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user107 SOMEONE KILL ME PLS THIS IS NOT OKAY

faistfan66 baby’s first met 😭😭😭

faistfan117 is this why mike didn’t go to the after party…y/n was back at the hotel so he skipped the party to hang out with her…😩

user61 he is so obsessed with her

faistfan133 every mike faist fan was found dead

user99 they are so adorable

faistfan145 the way this post was not meant to see the light of day

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yourinstagram mikey ♑️

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daisyedgarjones You two are the cutest

arianadebose I LOVE YOU GUYSS 🤍🤍🤍

yourinstagram we love you ari!

rachelzegler you guys are seriously my parents

joshographee Looks like he died.

yourinstagram that’s what he said lol

tomholland2013 Me and Z say hiii!!

TWITTER:

lea 🎾 - @mmfaistss

y/n met his family omg

[fan photo of y/n with his family out having dinner in ohio]

6:01 PM 6/11/24 From Earth

↳ 💫 mike faist (future oscar winner) - @faistfever

god i hope so. FUTURE Y/N FAIST

6:10 PM 6/11/24 From Earth

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gossip girl - @ggirltea

Deuxmoi said Mike has Y/N as his lockscreen 😍

[fan photo of mike’s phone lockscreen]

7:20 PM 6/12/24 From Earth

↳ film junkie - @moviemadnessss

they’re seriously the cutest.

7:25 PM 6/12/24 From Earth

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blind item sleuth - @blindsolvers

Deuxmoi hinted at Y/N and Mike buying a house in Ohio together soon 👀 they are taking things real serious!

8:00 PM 6/14/24 From Earth

↳ drama queen - @dramaalertts

omg if it’s true i will cry! they’re perfect for each other!

8:05 PM 6/14/24 From Earth

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pop culture guru - @popculturedailyss

UPDATE: Y/N and Mike seen holding hands in Los Angeles again today

[paparazzi photo of Y/N and Mike]

9:15 PM 6/15/24 From Earth

↳ fan girl - @fangirlss4ev

I’m here for the Mike and Y/N romance era!!!!

9:25 PM 6/15/24 From Earth

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hollywood whisperer - @hollywoodwhisp

DM confirmed Mike Faist met Y/N’s family last weekend 💕

[family photo of Mike and Y/N]

10:00 PM 6/16/24 From Earth

↳ star gazer - @stargazingfan

meeting the family already?! this is definitely getting serious 😭😭

10:05 PM 6/16/24 From Earth

↳ celebrity updates - @celebritybuzz

they’re totally endgame!!!! future Mr. and Mrs. Faist!

10:10 PM 6/16/24 From Earth

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[sarahjtv]

My Hero Academia is Officially Ending and I'm Fucking Coping 😭

So, it was officially announced early today, June 24th, 2024, by Shueshia and mangaka, Kohei Horikoshi, that My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia will officially end in 5 chapters on Chapter 430. The last chapter will be released at the beginning of August after 10 years of publication in Weekly Shonen Jump magazine if all goes well.

I woke up to this news. I'm sitting here on my laptop typing this as a way of coping tbh. On the outside, I'm numb and stunned. On the inside, I'M SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP, MOURNING LIKE I LOST A LOVED ONE WTF 😭

*sigh* But, this was going to happen eventually. It was only a matter of when. When Horikoshi said that we would have more epilogue to cover, I thought "Maybe he'll give us 10 more chapters!" Turns out it is 6-7 chapters instead... In Horikoshi's defense, 6-7 chapters are much longer than what most mangaka have given us for epilogues to their stories. I'd rather have him give us 5 more chapters of an epilogue than rush it in 1-2. Plus, if possible, we could potentially get 19-20 pages per chapter which might be just enough to wrap everything up. And since final chapters of manga tend to be longer than usual, we could get extra pages in the last chapter to finish everyone's arcs and the story properly.

Still, it's so wild to see a series I have loved for years and have such a strong attachment to end as I am following it. I have been a part of many fandoms before and have stuck around them for years (Pokémon, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Breaking Bad, and many more), but it's not often that I've been there there to see a series come to it's conclusion. Sometimes that can turn out well (Breaking Bad) and other times I've seen it end badly (Supernatural; only read about it and it was not great. I bounced after season 13? and I am so sorry to the fandom). My Hero Academia is one of the very few series I will see through to the end.

I'm really coping here, honestly. I've been a fan of My Hero Academia since 2018. I first heard about the series randomly through the internet, but I didn't fully introduce myself to it until I listened to a cover of The Day on YouTube (I forget the artist, I'm so sorry). I thought the song was so cool and that led to me listening to more covers of MHA OPs (Peace Sign is still GOATed btw). This eventually led me to the manga and the anime where I became truly immersed in the series. I started reading the manga around the Joint Training Arc (I think) which was definitely an interesting time to read the manga because the chapters where so short due to Horikoshi dealing with health and I think moving conflicts at the time. It was still an enjoyable arc and enough to keep me interested in reading from the beginning. I want to say I started the anime around season 3?, but I started at the beginning and worked my way up from there. "Shoto Todoroki: Origin" was the episode that finally solidified my love for the series and is still my favorite episode of the series.

To say that MHA has an important place in my heart is an understatement. (⚠️Warning: very quick mention of suicide) I was very sad and depressed in the latter half of 2018. My life didn't feel like it was going anywhere and I was close to giving up entirely. (⚠️ ). Finding and loving MHA during that time honestly might have saved my life. As strange as it sounds, it was one of the few things that brought me genuine happiness at the time. I had something to look forward to every week and it was thrilling. I still remember debating whether Deku or Shoto was my favorite character. Shoto took the top spot in my heart, but Deku is a very close second 🩵💚.

Seeing MHA end is heartbreaking, honestly. I'm watching something I truly love come to an end. We'll still have the anime, movies, and spin-off series to keep us busy for the next few years, but the manga that started it all is coming to a close. It feels so, so surreal. God, is this how the Haikyuu fandom felt when it’s manga ended? My hope is that this fandom can be kept alive long after the series is over. The MHA fandom DEFINITELY has it's flaws, but it also has a lot of good in it too. I have seen incredible art and fanfics come from this fandom. I have laughed and hyped up some of the best moments of MHA with people who love it too. I know that the fandom is collectively mourning its end and I know we'll all cry bittersweet tears when it ends. If anything, I am glad to see Kohei Horikoshi end his momentous story on his own terms. I hope it ends up being one of the best manga endings in recent Shonen Jump like how Haikyuu's was. I think Horikoshi can do it. Regardless of how it ends, My Hero Academia will be one of my favorite pieces of fiction. I am really glad to be here to celebrate it.

[hide-in-imagination]

Ok you've written various versions of thIs so I just have to ask... What do you think is Simon and Ambar sexual experience before each other?

Oof, that's a hard question.

If we consider which countries they're both from and the average age in which people usually lose their virginities in those countries, then both of them shouldn't have been virgins by the start of the series (usually those first experiences are around 15 or 16)

BUT we have to consider their personalities too and their backgrounds, because they might not be the average teen.

If we only considered Season 3, then we'd have to say that they were not virgins because there's no fucking way with the sexual tension oozing out of them both. HOWEVER, I feel like a lot of the actors was slipping into the characters during that season, both of them 20-something adults with obvious previous sexual experience, so I feel like judging on Season 3 events would be an statistical mistake.

So, we'd have to judge based on Season 1 and Season 2 alone. In season 1, Ámbar has her 17th birthday, and it is mentioned many times, I believe, that she and Matteo had been dating for a long while previous to the start of the series, so, basing ourselves on that and, like I said, the average age in Argentina, we'd have to assume that Ámbar and Matteo had sex at some point (or, if not p-in-v sex, they at least did a lot of the other stuff that also count as sex)

The only thing that makes me question it is that, you know, Ámbar and Matteo didn't have the closest relationship from what we see in Season 1? Matteo seemed very dismissive of Ámbar and Ámbar looked like she was with him because he was cool and on the same level as her so they made sense as a couple and she loved the idea of them together more than Matteo himself. However, as many of you might know, you don't exactly need to have deeper feelings for someone to have sex with them 😂 And they were hormonal teenagers, so all they really needed was some mutual attraction and the opportunity to be alone (which I assume both of them would have plenty of considering they're portrayed as rich kids who their parents usually leave alone as long as they do well in school and stuff.) Now, would Ámbar want to be that vulnerable with Matteo? You know, the whole letting someone else see you naked and/or literally inside you. I would have to say no, she wouldn't. BUT, again, maybe she just didn't see it that way and it was just sex, just an activity that regular teenagers do with their partners, and I know that the Ámbar back then would want to 'be cool' and look cool in front of her peers, so she would definitely want to have sexual experience because, otherwise, she could look lame, especially if she'd been dating her boyfriend for a long time. It would be 'expected' of them to have sex, and Ámbar would want to meet those expectations.

So, going for that logic, I assume Ámbar did have sexual experience prior to the series. Definitely not an emotionally-based one though.

Now, let's go for Simón.

Simón is older than most characters in the show when it starts (we know because he already finished high school.) Now, it is never stated how old exactly he is (I've seen some magazines give him some age or another but, as I've been informed, those were not official), but we can assume he was either just turned 18 (Like, he turned 18 right before the start of the show) or he turned 19 at some point of season 1 that they didn't show.

If we based ourselves on the average age at which teenagers lose their virginity, and especially MALES, then there's no freaking way he would still be a virgen unless he was considered ugly or incredibly unpopular due to his personality, but I think we can agree he's neither of those things.

HOWEVER, the opposite thing to Ámbar happens here in which I think Simón would only do sexual things with someone he had an emotional connection with. He's shown as this very sensitive, golden retriever guy from the very start of the show, so while I know that that can totally co-exist with a rowdy, extensive sexual history in real life, I just can not believe that it would be the case for him. I just can't picture it.

So it all would come down to, Did Simón have a long-term girlfriend before the show? I gotta say it seems unlikely, because the only ex we're shown is Daniela, which, I believe, is mentioned they only had one summer together?? Or a summer thing that wasn't really a relationship?? You'll have to excuse me if I don't remember that right, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

I don't think Simón would go all the way with a girl he'd only been seeing for the summer. Sure, it could look 'romantic' in his head, but no way. I think it would seem too fast for him, and he also wouldn't want to get too deeply invested in a relationship that he knew was not going to last beyond the summer.

In addiction to this, we're also led to believe that Simón has been in love with Luna for a looong time and he just hadn't realized it yet. (Whether that's true or if it was everyone's insistence that made him start looking at his feeling for Luna that way, is up to you to decide.) If that's true, maybe that would make it a little difficult for him to have girlfriends ?? Like, maybe that's why he only had short flings during the summer with girls because deep down his heart already belonged to another ???? I have no idea honestly. I do imagine he had crushes and, like I said, short relationships with girls throughout his life (because he's too much of a romantic and too cute for him to NOT have had dates during school and stuff) but I don't think he ever dated one for like a year or something, unless it was like from 14 to 15, or from 15 to 16, I guess that could be possible, and then he had his fling with Daniela in the summer of his 17 year and that would be all.

So. Considering all this. Did Simón have sexual experience before the show? ....A little, maybe. Like I said, p-in-v sex is not the only way to have sex with someone else. Simón could have, I don't know, done some dry-humping with a girlfriend before?? Again, because they're hormonal teenagers and the age at which MALES, specifically, do those things is usually even lower than girls. I think some petting over the clothes during a makeout session is more likely. At much he touched a boob. And at much he received a hand job if he happened to have an experienced older girlfriend, but I think that's it.

Maybe I'm not being realistic enough and I'm picturing him too innocently. (I've received comments in Wattpad from south american readers who are firm believers both Simón and Ámbar had sex before the show because there's no way they wouldn't have at their age.) You'll have to excuse me if you believe that's the case, but I just can't see Simón having sex with someone before the show. Like, with the way his character is portrayed, I just can't see it. And, you know, I'm a 26-year-old girl with a lot of outside knowledge but personally I didn't even kiss anyone during my teenage years, so it's easy for me to imagine others also not doing it 😂 I think the answer to this question you asked me, anon, can differ a lot depending on the personal experience of the person receiving it.

IN SUMMARY. What do I think Simón and Ámbar's sexual experience was before each other? For Ámbar, I think she had sex before. Maybe not all the way but most probably yes. For Simón, I think he was a virgin.

(Again, all of this is not taking season 3 into account because if we did, both of them would obviously not be virgins anymore.)

I don't know what everyone else thinks. Do you agree with me or do you have your reservations? To be clear, it's not like I'm 100% sure of this assessment either. I like to play with all possibilities of this in my fics and I'm not married with an specific headcanon. The analysis I made in this post is only me using logic and trying to be as unbiased as possible, but I'm a human being and I can totally fail.

Thank you for your question, anon. I hope you have a good day 🌷

[alln64games]

California Speed

NA release: 18th March 1999

PAL: release: N/A

JP release: N/A

Developer: Midway, Atari

Publisher: Midway

N64 Magazine Score: 36%

California Speed seems like what the Cruis’n games would be like if they were competently made. California Speed is the same style of arcade racer (it even has the same useless radar), yet feels much more stable. That said, it has its own set of ups and downs.

The tracks in California Speed are a great spectacle. In the first track alone you’ll drive through a city, across a beach, through an aquarium and over a golf course. Others have you driving through the inside of a computer, through a volcano, riding a rollercoaster track, navigating a mall, visiting some aliens and over the Golden Gate Bridge. One of the tracks is a miniature California (a bit like the USA map in Pilotwings), where you plough through skyscrapers.

While the tracks look nice and keep you wandering what will crop up nice, they’re really, really boring when it comes to actually driving on them. Most are wide, straight and with very few turns (not that the cars can manage sharp turns), so once you’ve played it once, you’ll have no interest in trying again. For a few races I even held the controller awkwardly in one hand, with the accelerator held town and using the tip of my thumb to steer, while drinking a cup of tea with my mind on something else. And still won.

As an arcade game, working your way though the game to see what crazy thing comes next is something that might be appealing. But as you’ll never want to play any of the tracks a second time, it doesn’t translate well to a home console. It’s sad as there are some imaginative ideas, they just don’t play well.

Califonia Speed, then, is driving horse manure of the highest order. Not perhaps quite in the same league as Cruis’n USA but definitely well on the way to getting there. It’s a boring N64 game derived from a boring arcade game derived from an idea sketched on the back of a napkin in MacDonalds by not-very-talented programmers. Bit harsh? Wait till you play it.

- Tim Weaver, N64 Magazine #28

Remake or Remaster?

A Midway Racer collection would be nice. Perhaps even allow to mix racing styles, tracks and vehicles from different games.

Official Ways to get the game

There’s no official way to play California Speed.

[jmrothwell]

Fake dating prompts! wearing eachothers clothes publicly to 'keep up the image' for the Julie (clothes thief extraordinaire) pairing of your choice!

also for @bananakarenina who asked: FAKE DATING MY BELOVED wearing each other's clothes to keep up the image, rulie

This was absolutely absurd. Julie could hardly believe what she was reading, not to mention the audacity to push this kind of decision to them via email. She and Alex were really the only ones who even regularly checked their emails so she wasn’t even sure if Reggie had even seen this and she really did not want to be the one to break this particular bit of news to him. 

He had already acted weird enough when all the tabloids and even slightly more legitimate magazines and websites had latched onto the rumor that she and Reggie were dating. 

Hot on the heels of their recent Grammy win Julie Molina, frontwoman of Julie and the Phantoms, seen hand in hand with bassist and fellow phantom Reggie Peters while sporting his signature flannel. Are we seeing the sparks of a new romance? Anonymous sources near the pair…

Sure, just ignore how she had borrowed Luke’s fleece and Alex’s hoodie twice earlier that same week or how she, Flynn, and Willie had all ended up in some particularly compromising positions at the skatepark. 

When the PR team said they’d come up with a plan, Julie had foolishly thought they meant some sort of damage control. Maybe their typical ‘ignore it and continue on with their lives until the gossip rags find a new fascination’ approach. Not this nonsense. 

And her attempts to protest the decision by calling Andi were completely useless. 

“They're not saying you have to actually date each other.” Andi said, like she wasn’t one of the ones pushing forward with this stupid decision. “The rumors are already there, the label just wants you to lean into them to try and boost interest in the new single.”

“By lying to our fans?” Julie snapped back, rolling her eyes at the BS reasoning Andi no doubt was parroting from someone else about how since they weren’t putting out an official statement, just letting the rumor mill spin a little longer, it wasn’t lying. 

Thankfully for Andi, Julie got distracted halfway through that particularly banal drivel by Alex and Luke letting themselves into her apartment. Unfortunately for Julie, they were dragging along a particularly beleaguered Reggie clearly trying to act like nothing was wrong. 

So they’d all definitely read the e-mail then. Julie didn’t have the time or headspace to try and navigate why Reggie’s understandably negative reaction made her insides twist up. 

There was also no way she was going to be able to out maneuver the prepared PR answers Andi had been given. Last time she tried had not ended well for anyone. 

“I thought the Grammy stirred up plenty of attention?”

“Cam is worried that all the focus would be on your last album,” Andi started to say but Julie quickly tuned out. Ugh, Cam. She was going to strangle whoever decided to hire Cam as the new head of PR. 

“Well, ask Cam,” Jule started hearing her bandmates echo her sentiments, “How does a fake relationship put any focus on the album at all?”

It was no good, the loop began anew and Julie was not in the mood to talk circles for the rest of her morning. She handed the phone off to Alex to see if he could manage to talk some sense into anyone since he’d had the most luck with it in the past. Luke handed her a warm mug of coffee as she settled on the counter while Reggie quietly fussed around with her coffee maker. 

“Good news, bad news.” Alex said, after finishing the call with Andi and after some sense of normalcy had returned to the three in the kitchen–Reggie had managed to lighten the mood with some theories behind Cam’s credentials. 

“They’re planning on releasing a more appropriate marketing campaign for the single.” Alex said as he handed Julie back her phone.

“But?” Luke was the one to prompt, though Julie already suspected what the bad news was and going off the look she exchanged with him, so did Reggie. 

“But they still want you two to “look the part” of a happy couple.”

*

Reggie had an idea, which given past experience had the potential of ranging from absolutely genius to extremely downright worrying. Julie was really hoping this leaned more to the former than the latter since she honestly didn’t know what else to do. 

She sat waiting near the bus stop where they agreed to meet.

“Hey, Jules!” Reggie’s voice carried to her from down the street, and all of her overthinking was swapped out as she looked up to see him heading towards her, typical black pants and leather jacket. Standing out amongst his ensemble however was the bright yellow smiley face shirt he was wearing. 

In all the time she’d known him the most color she’d seen him wear was red, maybe the occasional muted or dark brown or blue, but mostly he stuck with his black and white. The shock of seeing him in such a bright color was so much it took a little too long for her to even register it was her sweater. She hadn’t been able to find it and was almost certain she’d lost it. 

“This is your idea?” She said, finally getting the gears in her brain to work again.

“Yeah,” He smiled down at her, bright as ever, looking down at the sweater then back at her.  “Hope you don’t mind, you accidentally gave it to me when you returned my flannels last week.”

“And it fits?”

“Mostly, the sleeves kind of bunch up funny under my jacket.” He grimaced, then pulled said jacket off handing it over to her, pushing the sleeves of the sweat up to his mid forearm. Then waved off her efforts to hand his jacket back. “You wear it.”

Her brain froze again, trying to think of any other time Reggie had willingly let any of them borrow his jacket. He laughed, no doubt at what must be her gobsmacked expression. 

“But I will be taking it home with me.” He said, throwing an arm around her shoulders once she donned the jacket. “Now, I think you still owe me pizza from last month’s game night.”

Julie attempted to blink back the surprise of the past few minutes, not sure why her thoughts were so eagerly trying to run away from her.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

“Inside the castle is also the smallest piece of work made by the set decorating department: Chip’s bedroom — in the kitchen cupboard. Chambre de Chip is a little boy’s bedroom, with the linens arranged to create stairs up to his bed, a miniature armory made of thimbles and toothpicks fashioned after the Beast’s armory (because the Beast is his secret hero) and a stolen tassel from Belle’s bedroom (because he has a crush on her).”

I have some headcanons/thoughts about this quote from the Beauty and the Beast (2017) Official Collector’s Edition magazine that I’d like to share!!!

Firstly, Adam has an armory !!! This is cool. I think it’s 100% decorative and he probably just collected the most interesting and expensive pieces in order to show off, sending his people to auctions just to find the most collectible collectors items. Just to have. Just because he can. I do think he fenced in school (and enjoyed it) so I could definitely see him appreciating swords and such.

But furthermore, Adam being Chip’s hero… I have so many thoughts about this. Because obviously prologue Adam (which is the only Adam that Chip has known so far) is a HORRIBLE person to look up to. But the thing is, Chip probably saw him in such limited capacities that he really had no idea how awful he was.

When they were young, Adam was just sad and quiet and read books. Chip probably just looked up to him because he was the closest to him in age (I headcanon that they’re about 10-11 years apart). And when Adam got older, especially after his father died, Adam stopped engaging with Mrs. Potts as much, (as well as the rest of the staff, of course) and would go to Versailles frequently too. But when he was around, I could see him being sort of neutral toward Chip.

I do think Adam resented Chip sometimes, seeing as he still had both his parents alive, and how they both adored him, but I don’t think he ever scared him or anything. I think Chip was honestly intrigued by him. He saw Adam as a dazzling and interesting young man that he had been lucky enough to grow up observing. Chip saw all the “friends” that Adam seemed to have, how people always laughed around him, how he would travel so much. To chip, Adam had THE coolest life. And since Adam and Chip never really had a conversation, Chip never saw the harsher side of him.

Which makes it sort of interesting how in the prologue, we see Chip has clearly run where he wasn’t supposed to, and Mrs. Potts runs after him, and they come into the ballroom right as the enchantress is cursing everyone. So it makes me think that Chip probably ALWAYS wanted to go to Prince Adam’s parties, but for several obvious reasons, Mrs. Potts never let him. But, because Chip is a beloved little stinker, he would occasionally escape their chambers and make a break for it, just to get a peak at the cool party!!!! and that’s what happened that night!

All this to say, it makes for very sweet thoughts for after the curse is lifted, when Adam is kinder and warmer and actually acknowledges Chip. I absolutely think Adam apologized to Chip individually, for ever frightening him, and for putting him through this at all. And Chip, being the sweetheart that he is, would forgive Adam, and continue looking up to him. And this time it actually means something to Adam, leading to a very sweet and special bond between them. (Mrs. Potts’ two boys!!! Her son and her surrogate son… <3)

And as a bit of a cute ending side note also from the quote, Chip having a crush on Belle is very very very cute. He thinks she’s so pretty and cool, and he’s RIGHT. And the fact that he weaseled his way into her room and nicked one of the tassels from her bed??? to keep it with him????? what a little hopeless romantic this boy is!! We simply have to stan. I’m so glad he gets to grow up looking up to both Adam and Belle. They really become heroes in his eyes, and I think they dote on him quite a bit, as he deserves!!!

[crazyenthusiastkryptonite]

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Why Is Construction Photography Needed For Your Next Billion Dollar Project?

If you own a profitable business venture, you probably have heard of construction photography. It’s not only used to make time-lapse videos but is beneficial on so many levels! By having photo monitoring in place, you’re not only thinking about safety, but of marketing, achieving a unique voice, and even legal matters! 

Here at Studio52, we use the best techniques and equipment to capture long-term duration construction processes to market your business and for some other valuable reasons. 

Let’s see what they are!

Safety

Safety incidents can occur at any given time, and your construction cameras will take photographs either during or after the incident and will have a clear date and time data included. That way your engineers can analyze the safety issues and recognize opportunities to improve right on the spot! If the accident was a result of a design or quality of the build, your designers can resolve them without even being present on-site!

Record Problems

With construction photographs, you’ll have a clear view of any other problems that influence or create costs on your expensive project. You can see if there are any on-site access restrictions, if the client is messing with operative parts, or if there are any saboteurs on the project. 

A construction site is a place where many contractors and subcontractors work in unison. If any of these factors mess up, they can place the blame on others as it’s usually the case. However, with the backing of photography, now you have evidence of any misbehaviors that you can send directly to those companies. 

Monitoring

It’s now more evident than ever that photographs are becoming a crucial part of official resources too. They can or are often included with inspection cards or checklists too. Almost every maintenance or work order software has the picture option with any task — it’s because the visual evidence is the most reliable one of the quality requirements and status.

In that manner, photographs are great for recording the condition of buildings and structures or when a certain part is handed down to the next contractor. 

Asset Status

As soon as the equipment arrives at the site, you should have photographic evidence of its condition when at the time it arrived. These pictures should have evidence of all damaged parts, tires, chains, or anything else that you may be blamed for. Also, include the date and the time of the photographs taken. 

Many vendors and other suppliers will take photographic evidence of equipment or products making it safely to the address. All of the materials and products should be photographed too so if there are any damages at the point of arrival, you can report them directly to the supplier! 

PR

Photographs aren’t only used to create those flashy time-lapse videos. But depending on the scope of your project can be used for newsletters, reports, news stories, billboards and to show everyone how your project is developing and where it stands! People, other businesses, and  future stakeholders like to hear and talk about the new player in the scene, and you definitely don’t want to miss out on this opportunity. 

Of course, these photographs shouldn’t show incidents, unsafe practices, or messy workplaces as then they can be used to create the counter effect. 

Portfolio

These pictures can be used to show your expertise and inside of your company portfolio. Of course, you’d want them professionally retouched so they show a clean and great workplace — to put your best foot forward you can always use a professional service for this. 

Also, you can use these pictures to enter magazine competitions for some free PR. Imagine, your project and company are featured on a front page of a famous magazine — now, this can create some new business and get even more outlets to talk about your company! 

Improved Business Quotes

Of course, your photographs should be used when pitching your next big project. And on your price submissions and proposals. You’d want to show the potential client what you’ve been previously doing and what are the results. All of this strong evidence can boost their trust and make them push their funds toward your projects. After all, if it was a billion-dollar project, then you should include that in your resume! 

Conclusion

With all being said, a photograph certainly can be worth a thousand words and in this sense millions of dollars! So you don’t want this aspect of your business to turn to chance. Higher pros who can make it worth your while. 

Here at Studio52, we do it all photography and video-wise. So, if you need a photography solution with the option of monitoring and promoting your projects, you should contact us with confidence that you’ll receive photographic evidence you’ll proudly share with others!

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Most Creative 10 Tech News Websites That You Should Follow

By pops-guide

How many tech news websites do you read every day? Keeping up with the latest technology trends can be daunting, but it’s important to do so if you want to stay ahead of the curve and make sure your business doesn’t get left behind by changing tech trends. For those who don’t have time to check out multiple tech news websites every day, we’ve compiled this list of the 10 best tech news websites that you should follow in 2022 (and beyond) to help you stay informed and up-to-date on the latest advances in tech and business innovation.

Table of Contents

1) Wired

2) Digital Trends

3) Mashable

4) Forbes

5) Inc. Magazine

6) Engadget

7) Business Insider

8) CNET

9) TheVerge

10) Gizmodo

1) Wired

Wired is one of the most popular tech news sites out there. They cover everything from app development and Marketing Automation Tools to the latest gadgets. Plus, they have a section for entrepreneurs which is very helpful if you’re looking to start your own business. The only downside is that the site can be heavy on ads at times.

There are also sections for those who want to read an e-book on their phone, tablet, or desktop computer. If you love following technology trends and want to stay up-to-date on all the new stuff coming out, then this is definitely a good place to go.

2) Digital Trends

Digital Trends is one of the best tech news websites that you should follow in 2022. They provide daily tech news, software, and technology news, reviews, and more. Plus, they have a variety of technology portals that you can explore.

Daily enterprise technology news. If you want to know what’s happening in tech every day then this is the site for you. Read about everything from hardware, computer security, mobile apps, and more. Best Website for Tech News. We take pride in covering not only new developments but also emerging trends and happenings from around the world each day through our network of contributors who are experts on their subjects.

3) Mashable

Mashable is one of the top daily tech news websites that you should follow in 2022. They cover the latest happenings in the tech world across all industries, from startups to major corporations. They also have sections dedicated to specific topics like gaming, entertainment, and science. Plus, their website is easy to navigate and they offer a variety of ways to consume their content, including articles, videos, and podcasts.

A personal favorite of mine is Softpedia, which has an excellent news section, as well as a great deals section for all things tech. Not only does this tech news websites have software deals but also hardware and app deals, so there’s something for everyone. I’m also a big fan of their Mac App Deals section—being a Mac user myself, I love seeing what’s on sale! There are plenty of other sections to explore on their website as well.

Another portal that covers all things tech is Hitech Guide. They cover everything from breaking news to product reviews to giveaways and more, making them one of my top picks when it comes to tech news websites that you should follow in 2022.

4) Forbes

This tech news websites is also an excellent resource for news and information on a range of topics, including business, investing, technology, entrepreneurship, leadership, and lifestyle. Their Technology section covers news about consumer electronics robotics to artificial intelligence (AI). When you subscribe to their newsletter, they will send you biweekly updates with articles they think are worth reading. They provide their readers with timely insights into how current trends in innovation are shaping our lives and businesses.

5) Inc. Magazine

The official website of Entrepreneur Magazine is a great resource for anyone thinking about starting their own business. The magazine covers all aspects of entrepreneurship, from managing employees to working with an advisory board. They also have several online tools that can help you build and run your business.

6) Engadget

Engadget is one of the original tech news websites, and it’s still going strong today. The site covers everything from the latest gadget rumors to in-depth reviews, and it’s a great resource for keeping up with the constantly changing world of technology. It also includes a lot of breaking tech news updates to keep you up to date on the latest industry developments.

This tech news websites also covers lots of personal technology topics, so you can use it to check out how your favorite gadgets are getting along. The company publishes reviews on laptops, smartphones, gaming hardware, and more. It’s a great resource for staying up-to-date on new products and keeping tabs on all things tech!

7) Business Insider

Business Insider is a tech news websites that covers news and analysis on the technology industry. They provide insights on the latest trends in the tech industry, as well as breaking news on major companies. Business Insider is a great resource for anyone interested in staying up-to-date on the latest in tech. It is perfect for anyone who wants to get an insider look at what’s happening behind the scenes of these major tech corporations. The site also offers informative opinion pieces and reviews of products, which are especially helpful when deciding whether or not to purchase them.

Another great feature of this site is its podcasts. There are podcasts dedicated to every topic under the sun, so you’re sure to find one that suits your interests. As long as you want to stay up-to-date with everything happening in tech, this is a good place to start!

8) CNET

CNET is one of the most popular tech news websites out there. They cover everything from new product announcements to breaking stories about the latest tech trends. Plus, they have an extensive video section that’s perfect for when you need a break from reading. If you’re looking for a one-stop shop for tech news or tech news websites, CNET is a great option.

For a daily dose of tech news, you can’t go wrong with The Verge. The Verge has its finger on the pulse of technology and consistently offers well-informed and insightful commentary on everything from iPhone rumors to why self-driving cars are such a big deal. Other noteworthy options include Engadget, Wired, and The Next Web.

However, no matter which website you choose, it’s important to find one that speaks to your interests as a user. Some people may prefer business-focused sites like Quartz or VentureBeat while others might prefer something more playful like Gizmodo or Mashable. The more time you spend browsing around different sites and getting acquainted with their content offerings, the easier it will be for you to find the site that best fits your needs.

9) TheVerge

TheVerge covers everything from tech product reviews to breaking news stories about the latest happenings in the tech industry. They also have helpful guides on how to use certain products and keep up with new trends. Plus, their videos are top-notch and worth watching even if you’re not a tech geek. In short, TheVerge is one of the best all-around tech news websites that you should follow in 2022.

What started as a small side project by a former Engadget editor has grown into one of Silicon Valley’s most renowned tech news outlets. CNET offers a variety of coverage on topics such as AI and other emerging technologies, reviews for the latest smartphones, video games, TVs, etc., plus reports on what’s happening at CES and other major conferences. CNET will be your go-to source for all things tech in 2022.

10) Gizmodo

Gizmodo is a great tech news website that covers a wide range of topics, from the latest gadgets to the latest news on startups. They also have a strong focus on Apple products and news. If you’re looking for a website that will keep you up-to-date on all the latest tech news, Gizmodo is a great choice.

The site has coverage of a wide variety of topics such as reviews of new gadgets, apps, and startups. They also cover a lot about Apple products such as the iPhone XS Max release date or any new announcements by Tim Cook.

This website is one of many of the top 10 tech news websites that you should follow in 2022 because it’s updated often with current technology. In addition, they give unbiased reviews on many different types of technology which may help make your decision easier when deciding what to buy next. However, be aware that their articles are not always written professionally and are sometimes biased towards Apple devices.

Final Thought

Those are some of the best tech websites to follow in 2022. If you want to be on top of everything happening in the world of technology and gadgets, these sites are more than enough to keep you in the know. Reading is always fun!

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[claireunoia]

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「 SYNOPSIS 」 / you have a big crush on your brothers friend, the kook prince. your lustful longing for him finally came to an end, beautifully ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / rafe x barry!sister!reader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 2653

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, porn wit lil plot, yall this is just filth, lil mentions of drugs/drug dealing, spitting, manhandling, dirty talk, u got that woo woo nana, language, squirting, a bit of d/s dynamics, thats it? NO SEASON TWO SPOILERS!

➪ author’s notes : ❝omg y’all i was really in the zone when i first wrote this and think i like how it turned out? another thing, this is also all over the place so apologies for that but other than that i hope u guys enjoy, i love you as always <3 ❞

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to say you have a crush on the kook prince, rafe was an understatement.

the perks of being barry’s sister means you were most likely going to see rafe every other day since he is a regular client of his and even though barry hates to say it, rafe is his friend. well his only friend since he doesn’t really socialize with other folks besides the clients he’s dealing with on a day to day basis. you love your shit-talking of a brother even though his ways to get around are not good, but he does them for you and to take care of you and him. so you support him by helping him sometimes with cars and getting some jobs around town yourself to pitch in with keeping you both fed and clothed.

when you first saw rafe come to your brother for drugs interested you somehow and someway, a kook coming down to the wrong side of the tracks for hardcore drugs? and plus a broken rich boy was enough to pull you in and be nosy.

you could guess and tell he had some stuff going on inside but the outside of him would completely make you forget all about it. from the way he always looks put together and so fine made your mind wander and wander too far, sinful places. and the fact you became so lucky to have a brother who’s cool with him made your thirst for him so much easier from time to time.

you and rafe know each other. not enough as barry but you both definitely know one another exists and what’ll you like to do in both of your free time. he’s seen you work at the country club for a while and spoken to you, mainly about your brother though. rafe being rafe means he probably dated the whole population- well fucked. you don’t think you ever heard him or anyone say he officially had a girlfriend so you couldn’t really say but that doesn’t mean your crush was one-sided.

it was another blazing day in the obx.

you were outside of yours and your brothers shared trailer, sitting on a folded chair in the front yard with a new cover of a magazine in your hands. airpods in your ears blasting music, putting you in your own little world as you sat there in the heat with a lace bralette that was unfortunately not quite your size anymore and some short denim shorts.

you weren’t really taking notice of your surroundings at all so you didn’t see the fact that rafe pulled up on his bike, parking it a bit sloppily in front of your yard. the boy walked up towards you and the trailer but not before taking a long glance at your lying figure in the chair. your supple breast almost spilling out of the shrunken clothing made his mouth water but he wouldn’t say anything because he knows about the little school girl crush you have on him and you don’t know that he knows about it. therefore in rafes mind, he would never make the first move, he’ll just wait for you to make it, which he knows wouldn’t be long by the way he sees how you’ve been gawking at him for the past few months.

rafe walked up to the door of your trailer and banged on it, a low shout of your brother’s name leaving his lips. the boy stood there after knocking for the third time, an impatient huff leaving him when he received no answer back. the cameron then took a moment before turning to look at your sun soaked form on the chair a few steps away and decided to make his way towards you.

before you began to notice the sun was disappearing right in front of you, you felt your earphones being yanked out and away from your ears. a surprised scream escaping you, your widening eyes quickly connecting to the culprit who was holding on the still music blaring earphones in his veiny-ring clad hands. rafe cameron.

your shocked stare soon turned into an irritated, stunned look once you made eye contact with your crush. one because he was so close to your lips and second he just pulled your earphones out from your ears. “all of us aren’t rich and can just simply replace broken earphones, rafe” you say with a grimace-like smile, your hand coming up to swipe the wires away from rafe’s hand just for him to move his own hand away once yours got close.

rafe tsked, his head slightly tilted as he licked his lips. a little grin appeared at the corners of his mouth when he heard you huff under your breath. “ah-ah, princess. where’s barry?”

you sighed, “he’s not here-“

you didn’t even finish your words before you reached out to try and grab your earphones away from him again, only for him to just move away from you once more, a low chuckle leaving him this time.

“where is he?”

“he’s out with a client, okay? now can you please give them back rafe?” you slightly whined, a small pout forming on your glossy lips that rafe just found so cute. with a swift “fine” he gave you back your earphones. you thanked him before pausing your still-going music playlist on your phone, making sure to wrap the wires around the device and setting it down on the small little table beside you where a fresh cold bottle of water was laid.

“if you need something… i can just grab it for you. i know where he keeps his stash” you implied with a small smile that was for the first time actually genuine since you first started talking to him today. rafe nodded and started to follow you to the inside of the trailer, his eyes not skipping a beat while checking the way your perky ass was bouncing in those jean shorts you were wearing as you walked in front of him. he had continued to check you out until you both were standing inside of the small living space, only stopping once you turned to look at him.

“so what do you want?”

rafe ran a hand along his backwards-hat fitted head before readjusting the accessory, looking back up at you with a shoulder shrug at your question. “you know just the usual” you scoffed at his reply, a giggle leaving you because the one and only rafe looked… nervous? you couldn’t really describe it but that’s what it looked like to you.

“prince, you know that’s my brother who carries the ‘drug dealer’ title right? i don’t know your usual so you’re going to have to tell me”

now it was rafe’s turned to scoff, only this time it was because of the stupid nickname you always called him that he hated. prince, but it was only right since he always called you princess. “coke alright?”

at his tone you raised both hands up in faux surrender, a sarcastic ‘calm down buddy’ leaving you which rafe got pissed at. he hates having his time wasted and you weren’t about to be an exception.

“hurry the fuck up and stop wasting my time, y/n” he spoke with aggravation, his tone arms coming around to wrap themselves in front of his chest as he stared at your figure. you immediately dropped your act which you thought was funny but apparently not to rafe. you have no idea why you listened to him that easily. maybe it was because of the way he demanded the words with such authority or how so sexy he looked in front of you, it was most definitely for those two reasons.

you opened the little box under your brother’s bed, a box where he kept a little extra stuff. you grabbed the little plastic baggie with the correct label rafe wanted and started to place the box right back under the bed, standing up to face the much taller and bigger person in front of you. with internal smirk you had come up with a small idea as you stood in front of him with the item he wanted. you threw the bag of drugs at his chest in perfect aim. “100” you said sharply with a now condescending smile.

rafe easily caught the baggie and stared down at it for a split second before he looked back up to meet your familiar irises with a lifted brow. he chuckled darkly, lowly. his face turning to look at the window of the trailer, eyes turning back to you once again.

in a flash rafe threw the baggie on the counter and charged to your body ahead with an urge of strong desire he could not contain any longer or any more. ‘good job on not making the first move rafe’ he spoke to himself internally, both of his large hands making contact with the warmth of your smaller neck while his pillow-like lips connected to your own lips. you didn’t kiss him back for a second because of how shocked you were but once you caught a good enough grip on reality you began to kiss him back with the same amount of passion. this was your long awaited dream and you weren’t about to just stand there frozen while it happened.

the kiss was becoming sloppy quickly as you both went on with almost devouring each other’s faces. things falling and cabinets slamming as rafe picked you up by his hands on your ass, sitting you down roughly on the counter and picking you right back up to maneuver you up against the wall. a loud sound echoing around the small place as your back had made contact with the wood but the pain of it was the last thing on your mind as rafe bit your bottom lip, pulling before letting it go; watching the flesh snap back to its original place with guttural groan.

“when will your brother come back, sweetheart?”

you keen, breath hitching as rafe moved down to your neck. kissing, licking, sucking at the flesh until he sees the blood rushing to the top of the skin, even then continuing til’ he sees a bruise forming then moving onto a new spot on your neck to paint purple. rafe noticed you still didn’t answer his question so he brought a hand up to your lace covered breast, index and thumb rubbing over a hard nipple before pinching it between his fingers harshly. your loud whimper echoing the place and in rafe’s ears beautifully.

“i asked you a question, answer it” you whined a quiet sorry, your head resting against the wall; getting ready to answer him like he wants. “he left an a h-hour ago so he s-should be on his way back soon, rafe” you heard rafe let out a quiet curse under his breath, momentarily pulling away from you to turn and look at the couch right ahead from you both. a thought coming to his brain.

without a word he tightened his grip on you, removing you from the wall and beginning to move you to the small couch. almost full on throwing you on the cushion with the force he used to place you there. not even letting your ass fully connect with the couch pillow before he reached to grab at your denim shorts, little shrieks leaving you as he yanked all of your lower clothing off with a purpose.

once he finally managed to remove both your panties and shorts he threw them somewhere behind him and immediately went back to you. rough hands grabbing at your thighs to lift them up and back far and widely, revealing every inch of you. a gasp leaving you at just how revealed you were to rafe’s eyes, with shy eyes you tried to avoid his intense brown ones with every power you had at the moment which wasn’t a lot and he didn’t even do anything yet.

rafe noticed your demeanor and chuckled, placing a sweet, wet kiss at your thigh.

“don’t be shy babygirl, you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to taste this little pussy of yours” soon after he finished his sentence, he licked a wide strip up your entire pussy. from the bottom and all the way to your swollen, aching clit. kissing the bud messily before sucking it into his mouth, a growl-like sound leaving him as he did so. from the first lick you were whimpering loudly and having a difficult time with trying to breathe.

how could you when rafe cameron was eating the fuck out of your pussy already?

the only sounds in the room were your loud whines and whimpers and the lewd sounds of rafe sucking and licking at your core. the next sound and sight you swore almost made you cum right then and there. rafe had raised up from you for a moment, intense lusted-filled blue eyes boring into your blown ones. his jaw distinctively moved as he continued to make eye-contact with you. not even a second passed before you saw rafe lips purse together and saw the sight of him spit onto your clit, lifting a ring-clad hand to rub the new wetness onto your already dripping pussy thoroughly.

“oh my g-god…” you sobbed brokenly once rafe had placed his mouth back on you, your chest heaving up and down rapidly as he kept feeding off of you like a starved and thirsted man. you could quite literally feel the smirk on rafe’s face as he soaked in your essence and noises at the same time.

“who knew shit-talkin’ barry’s little sister had such a sweet little cunt” the boy grins against you, the sight of your blissed out face and agape mouth making his cock ache inside of his khaki shorts painfully. god, you were so goddamn sexy.

it seems like the more noises and movement you made, the more aggressive rafe had got with his mouth on you. he began to try and spread you even wider, your thighs now touching your chest; giving him even more room to work his mouth on you to the awaiting finish line. “i-im so close, rafe… please don’t stop” you pleaded over and over again which the blond boy answered back with a soothing hand along your thigh and a little glint in his eye that tells you,

he won’t stop.

“yeah? want me to make you cum all over my face?”

you nodded desperately at his words, your hands coming up to wrap themselves around your twitching thighs. trying to keep them in place and spread apart nice enough for rafe.

the feeling you felt swirling inside of you was something you couldn’t describe as nothing but pure, intense, enraptured, ecstasy. you felt your whole body tensing up tremendously as he kept licking, devouring at you like there’s no tomorrow. the incoming release, that incoming fall right over the edge you know will feel like nothing you’ll never, ever feel before. the way rafe sucked loudly on your clit while his dark ocean irises flicked up to bore into yours, passionately is what triggered your powerful, body shaking release to happen.

rafe continued to eat you out while you came, prolonging your release the best he could. groans and little chuckles leaving him as he felt some of your release splash onto the bottom half of his face. in reply to your little whines and shaking he finally rose and back away from your spent core, his hand massaging the swollen folds as gently as he could before giving them a swift pat making you squeeze your together due to the sensitivity.

“i don’t have time to fuck you today princess, but i will soon”

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[alln64games]

Last Legion UX

JP release: 28th May 1999

PAL release: N/A

NA release: N/A

Developer: Yuke’s

Publisher: Hudson

N64 Magazine Score: 60%

The world was formed 4,500 years ago and was split into the continents of Earth, Fire, Wind and Water (no Heart). To help create peace, large mechs caused Legions were made. Unfortunately, nobody realised that these powerful creations could also be used for war, and one faction wanted to take over the world. They do this by going back in time 4,500 years (which turns out to not be when the world was formed) to find Power Stones. It’s up to one lone Legion pilot to follow them back to stop them.

The setup of Last Legion UX is similar to most fighting games, with a few bits of text in between them: it’s a series of 1 on 1 fights. The arenas in this are quite nice 3D arenas, but the concept is still the same. The mechs themselves look a bit strange – they don’t look that much bigger than a human (and don’t feel large), but supposedly there’s enough room for multiple people inside them. The HUD has a handy radar which shows you the location, distance and height of your opponent, and the game definitely needs it.

Moving and jumping around feels really stiff and clunky, yet at the same time it’s immensely easy to avoid attacks, as attacking is even clunkier. It makes the entire game feel very stiff and slow, and the fights are overly long and tedious. I really did not have much fun with this in the slightest, and the game feels like it wants to be made for twice as many buttons and sticks as the N64 controller (or any controller) offers.

Fine

Arcade fans will doubtless remember Virtual On, Sega’s innovative anime mecha battle arcade machine, which turned off as many casual players as it won devotees among the hardcore gaming elite. Well, Last Legion UX is Hudson’s attempt to recreate the slightly confusing action on the N64, and as you’ve probably guessed, it isn’t entirely successful.

- Martin Kitts, N64 Magazine #33

Remake or remaster?

This doesn’t really offer anything unique.

Official ways to get the game.

There is no official way to get Last Legion UX.

[lathalea]

Glamour

It's so hot that I have completely forgotten to post this fic+moodboard combo 🤦‍♀️ for the Armitage Summer Splash event. John Thornton has been one of my favorite characters since forever and I was really motivated to write a modern story about the handsome millowner. Let me know how you liked it! 💙

WEEK 3 - PROMPT 18

Trope: Angel/demon Quote: “I feel like you don’t care.” Image: link

Relationships: John Thornton x Margaret Hale (North & South) Rating: G

You can find this fic on AO3.

Glamour

He called her “Angel”, but she had never been one. That heavenly figure and that innocent smile could — and did — fool many. 

The press called her “The Nightingale” in awe of her angelic voice. Tickets to her every concert were sold out in a blink of an eye. The public seemed to be mesmerized by her performances.

The fact that she was always present during many official (and unofficial) functions by John’s side, only fueled further gossip about the true nature of their relationship. Many guessed that it had gone beyond the headlines. 

“John Thornton accompanied by the face of the Marlborough Mills — the breathtaking Margot Hale, our Nightingale”. 

That was what the captions usually said. Some gossip magazines wondered whether she also “accompanied” him in his bed, and while that was true, they did not know the whole story. Only the board of directors knew that when the biggest textile company in the Western Hemisphere had been on the brink of collapse during the crisis, The Nightingale showed up with her lawyers and a significant amount of money. They quickly came to a mutually satisfying agreement that allowed the Marlborough Mills to flourish once again.

It turned out that Margot had a calculating mind, a natural penchant for business, and a wicked marketing sense. She knew how to make the press eat out of her hand and how to target and destroy any potential threats. With any means necessary. After all, the end justifies the means, she would say with a predatory smile and then tip off a journalist or two about unethical cotton production happening at one of the competitors of the Marlborough Mills. And she ate the authors of any unfavourable rumours for breakfast. Preferably in bed. With John. And lots of first-rate champagne.

As their cooperation progressed, Margot started appearing on the covers of the biggest magazines — wearing only the stunning concert gowns by the greatest fashion designers, produced only from the Malborough Mills textiles, of course. Their stock skyrocketed almost overnight. 

John still remembered their first date in one of the most fashionable restaurants in the city — and the passionate night that followed. Oh no, Margot was definitely not an angel in bed. But neither was he. Since that evening, he not only continued to frequent as many of her performances as he could but also showered her with lavish gifts, jewellery, perfumes, bouquets of her favourite yellow roses, and anything else she wished for. She was his Angel, after all, the one who saved his company and his family from the hell of bankruptcy— even if she did it for her own financial gain. So what if she did not seem to reciprocate the feelings that steadily grew inside him since he had seen her on stage for the very first time? It is only business, she said one night and those words burned inside him every day. John exchanged one hell for another, but this particular hell of his unrequited feelings he suffered gladly. At the end of the day, she would come to him out of her own will. Over and over again. That had to be enough.

One day, John woke up, looking at Margot’s chestnut-coloured hair scattered on his pillow, her face kissed by the morning sun, and the new diamond bracelet around her wrist. He could not stop wondering about when she would finally come to a conclusion that his gifts were inadequate and it was time to move on. Perhaps she had already made this decision. He saw the absent look in Margot’s eyes whenever he presented her with a necklace or that gem-studded pair of shoes she seemed to like so much. Each time she smiled and thanked him, but recently he could see that her heart was not in it. Her heart.

“You are thinking so loudly that I can’t sleep,” she murmured drowsily, opening her eyes. “What is bothering you, John?”

He searched her face, trying to find the right words, while Margot slid towards him, grabbing his entangled silk tie that somehow managed to find its way between them, and throwing it off the bed. It had been an eventful night.

“Are you happy, Angel? With this — with our arrangement?” He rose on his elbow.

“Why are you asking me this?” Margot frowned, her face schooled in a polite, detached expression. It was worse than he had expected. The only thing he could do at that moment was to grab the bull by its horns.

“I feel like you don’t care any longer. You seem… distant of late. We don’t see each other as often as we used to. I want to understand what it means for our business arrangement,” he used the euphemism they both used when describing their relationship, whatever it was.

“Very well,” Margot sat up slowly, holding the quilt to her chest, her hair cascading down her back. “You deserve to know the truth. I planned to tell you at the right time, but I guess there's no point in stalling.”

One glance at her solemn face told John that his suspicions were not unsubstantiated. Only then did he notice that Margot looked paler than usual.

“I am listening,” he heard his own voice, bracing himself for the inevitable.

“I’m pregnant,” Margot spoke.

She looked into John’s handsome face, tension etched in his features. For a while now, she had been fearing this particular moment — the moment when all of her plans would fall apart. And now it was happening. It felt like looking at a twelve-story building collapsing in slow motion. Her career. Her business ventures. Her… John.

“What?!” he gasped in disbelief.

“That was my first reaction too,” she smiled sadly. “We’ve always been so careful…”

“Except for that time when you wore that blue off-shoulder gown,” he muttered as if to himself.

“Right. Except for that time,” she nodded stiffly, not allowing herself to think about that specific night after her performance nor about what transpired in her dressing room, fueled by the hunger of their bodies.

“What do you want to do about it?” John asked. His low voice, usually alluring, now sounded flat in her ears. Distant.

It took her a few seconds to form a reasonably-sounding response.

“I understand what it will mean for your business arrangement, but I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Now seems as good a time as any. I’m aware that this doesn’t fit your lifestyle and I’m not putting any obligations on you. This is my own choice,” she looked away and her fingers tightened over the fabric of the quilt. Egyptian cotton. Marlborough Mills’ finest. Like its owner.

“What if I asked you to put those obligations on me?” he tempted her like he did so many times before. Her personal demon leading her astray. First, there were his electric blue eyes following her whenever she was singing on stage as if he was a parched man seeing a glass of crystal-clear water. Then, there were their meetings, the best restaurants, art galleries, their steamy nights… and the never-ending flow of his extravagant gifts. It felt perfect, like a fairy tale. And she told herself that there was nothing strange in her reaction when she had heard about the financial problems of his company. It was a great business opportunity and Margot had to act, although she tried not to admit to herself that there may have been another reason for her investment in Marlborough Mills. One that now stared at her with these mesmerising electric blue eyes, waiting for her reply. Tempting her once more to act on her feelings and ignore reason.

She cast a lengthy glance at John and finally shook her head, “I want my child to be raised with love, not out of obligation.”

“How do you know it would be just an obligation for me?” he retorted with a deepening frown.

“You are a gentleman, John,” Margot smiled at him sadly. “You would never leave a lady in need, no matter how inconvenient it would become for you. But this particular lady can take care of herself.”

“I never doubted that, Angel. But that doesn’t mean it has to end,” she heard his tempting murmur. “A child. Just think of it. We could try to make it happen. You could plan your concerts around it and I’d adjust my work hours. And I’m not even going to ask you to imagine how the press would react…”

Margot took a deep breath. He knew her all too well. The image of her wearing her newest gown and holding their baby in her arms while John in a bespoke tuxedo kissed her cheek flashed before her eyes. She could already see this picture on the covers of the magazines. Cameras flashing whenever their little family appeared in public. Perhaps a special concert or two consisting only of the classic lullabies for the little one. The public would love it. And wasn’t organic cotton one of the best choices when it came to baby apparel? During the last meeting of the board of directors, they discussed that idea of starting Marlborough Mills’ own clothing brand, didn’t they? A sea of opportunities.

But she had to be strong and not give in. Single motherhood felt like heaven when compared with the possibility of a serious relationship with someone who would treat it mostly as a business opportunity. Margot’s fingers quickly unclasped the diamond bracelet and placed it on the bed, inches from John’s bare chest.

“I’m extremely grateful for your offer and for all the priceless gifts I have received from you. I have cherished them, but they are not what I need right now,” she swallowed. “Nor what my child needs.”

Before she had the chance to leave the bed, John’s elegant fingers closed around her wrist in the place where the bracelet was mere moments ago.

“Tell me what you both need,” he said huskily, his eyes set on her face intently. “Margot.”

Her voice trembled slightly at the sound of her own name, so rare on his lips, spoken with so much reverence. John knew how to make a woman swoon only with his words.

“I’m financially stable, I have everything I need,” she looked away, somehow unable to withstand his gaze. His fingers seemed to scorch her skin, but she did not retract her hand.

“We both know it isn’t true,” he countered. “There is something else you will both need. Love. Family.” “Are you telling me that I will not love my child? That I will not make a good mother?” Margot stiffened, yanking her hand out of his grasp. “That’s not what I mean. I want…” he paused, his lips pressing into a thin line of determination. “I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. That’s why I’d like to ask you to…”

“Please, John, stop. You really don’t have to say what you think I want to hear. I told you I don’t expect any–”

In a blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them and pulled her close.

“Margot, I’m trying to tell you I want to marry you. Not because of some misplaced duty, but because I love you!”

“You… love… me?” she heard her own whisper. “But our business agreement; your gifts… You never said a word.”

“I hoped my gifts would speak for me,” he murmured and Margot felt his hand gently cupping her cheek. “You know I’ve never had a way with words.”

She raised her eyes to meet his and found the same intense light in his gaze that flickered whenever he saw her singing. A small sigh escaped her when his lips softly brushed against hers. Hundreds of thoughts swirled in her head, but time for thinking would come later. Now, she focused on the tenderness of his kiss, the gentleness of his fingers delving in her hair, and the warmth of his body pressed against her bare skin.

“Marry me, Angel,” John’s eyes flickered again. “Or at least think about it.”

“There is nothing to think about, John,” she responded, schooling her features into a calm expression.

He pulled back, leaving the afterimages of his touch on her skin.

“Can you at least tell me why?” his voice resembled a growl.

“It’s simple,” grinning mischeviously, she took one of his hands into hers. “There is nothing to think about because I love you too. And besides, our little one will need a father.”

“Does that mean ‘yes’?” John asked when another kiss left her breathless.

Her hand travelled towards her lower belly only to be covered by John’s larger hand a few moments later.

“That means ‘maybe’,” Margot hummed, feeling a sudden lightness in her chest at the sensation.

“In that case, let me convince you,” he purred with a wicked smile.

Their lips met again and that kiss – along with what came after – helped them to make another step towards their own private heaven.

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[rocorambles]

A Hell of a Good Start

Pairing: Kageyama x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Fluff and Smut, Insecure reader, Kageyama is a socially awkward sweetheart

Summary: It's hard not to feel self-conscious when your boyfriend is arguably one of Japan's most attractive professional athletes. But Kageyama is there to prove that there's absolutely nothing for you to be insecure about. 

A/N: Dedicating this to @shoyokuns for all the bullying I've put her through since April Fool's 🤣😘

It was only hours after the handsome dark haired man stuttered out some words and chucked a canned latte in your hands, shoving a crumpled piece of paper in your hands, that you realized you had been asked out. And even then you could hardly believe your eyes as you stared at the numerical digits and name scrawled across the receipt. 

Kageyama Tobio 

He’s a regular at your cafe and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t taken notice of him. How could you not when he towers above most other Japanese citizens, striking blue eyes and muscular body attracting the attention of many others than just yourself. And if his physical appearance alone wasn’t enough for him to stand out, his usual order definitely would have definitely seared itself into your mind as unusual. 

When you had first seen the scowl that seemed to be glued on his face, you had been ready to just pour a hot cup of black coffee. So imagine your surprise when he orders the sweetest latte on the menu, requesting extra milk despite the fact that the white liquid already makes up most of said drink. But oddly it makes sense as he shyly mutters a thank you in a low gruff voice and you realize that he’s just been cursed by a bad case of RBF.  

It just makes sense to start having longer small talks and conversations with him, considering how you see him everyday, and although it’s usually fairly one-sided, with little nods of affirmation and grunts of acknowledgement from your customer, you find yourself enjoying his company. 

You’ve always been told you’re too nosy and curious for your own good, but one day you can’t help but ask about the sports duffel he carries with him all the time, blinking with wide eyes and shaking your head side to side when he gapes at you, incredulously asking you if you really don’t recognize the team name or logo. The two of you once again have a one-sided conversation, but this time it’s you silently listening and learning, staring at him in amazed amusement as he rambles on and on about volleyball and the Schweiden Adlers. And maybe, just maybe, you can feel a little flutter in your heart as you listen to him go on and on, passion and love evident in his gleaming eyes. 

Sports have never been a big part of your life, but you find yourself leaving the volleyball channel on in the background whenever you’re home after that encounter, almost tripping over yourself to get to your couch when you hear Kageyama’s name announced on television, jaw dropping in disbelief when you see ad after ad of reputable companies and famous products using him to market their goods. Turns out your new acquaintance is a much much bigger deal than you had thought. 

You tell yourself that what you feel for him is just a little work crush, just a temporary thing that will fade away over time. But it doesn’t, only getting stronger as he begins to open up, beaming in excitement when you shyly tell him you watched some of his matches on TV and although you don’t really understand the sport, you think he looked pretty amazing on the court. It’s easy to believe and hope that it’s mutual interest, when it’s just the two of you alone in that small cafe, but every time you see his face in magazines and billboards across the city, reality sinks in, and you shove your feelings deep down. What could a professional athlete possibly see in you? 

A lot more than you had thought, you realize, as you shakily save the digits to your phone, praying to anyone who’s listening that this isn’t just a cruel prank when you press the call button, almost dropping your device in relieved surprise when a familiar voice greets you over the line. 

The rest is history as you begin to attend his matches in person and are officially introduced to his teammate, Ushijima Wakatoshi, leaving you wondering if social awkwardness is contagious, but heart warming from your first video chat with Hinata Shoyo, your boyfriend’s best friend, although Kageyama would rather have a ball spiked to his head before ever referring to the orange-haired athlete as such. 

Your relationship is sweet, albeit chaotic at times as both of you learn the ropes of dating each other. It never ceases to amaze you that despite how fiery and commanding your lover is on the court, he’s truly a lost puppy just trying to do his best in your dating life. Thank God for how genuine and pure his intentions are, how he never leaves you in doubt about how much he loves and cares for you, even if his actions and words don’t always portray it. And you let out a fond yet exasperated chuckle every time he puts his foot in his mouth around you, giggling in amusement when he immediately tries to backtrack, stuttering and tripping over his words as he tries to apologize and retry wording his compliments and concerns. 

But unlike his social mishaps, his physical aptitude seems to stretch farther than just the court and you’re left a flustered mess when calloused hands so naturally find themselves interlaced with yours, when a broad chest is pulling you in for a hug almost like second nature. There’s not a single bit of hesitation or timidness as he holds you close, easily burying his face and nose in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your presence. And this time it’s him who leads the charge as soothing affectionate caresses become more intimate and sensual, until you’re tumbling into bed with him one night. 

Kageyama doesn’t have a ton of experience, but what he lacks in that department, he more than makes up for with natural instincts and sharp calculating eyes. It’s almost unreal how attune he is to every little sound and movement you make, discovering places inside and outside of you that even you didn’t know could make you react so viscerally. But you’re thankful for his naivety, thankful he never thinks to question why you always insist on keeping the lights off, why you always distract him when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, why you always position yourself so that your stomach and face are turned away from him as he takes you from behind.  

It’s hard not to be insecure about your body when you’re around a professional athlete like Kageyama and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it other than to make sure you’re staying healthy when he questions what you eat, know that he loves how you look regardless of the fact that you’re nowhere near as in shape as he is. But when you see the pretty fangirls who fawn over your boyfriend, when you see the gorgeous models he poses with in advertisements, it’s impossible not to compare. And when the both of you are naked and you see his rippling muscles and Adonis-like figure, all your self-doubts bubble to the surface, boiling and burning you in their wake. 

He thinks these things are just your preference and he wants nothing more than to make sure you feel as comfortable and good as possible, so he follows your lead, hands immediately shying away from your shirt when you bring his hands to grope your breasts from over the fabric and ignoring the pout playing on his lips when he can’t see you as clearly as he wants in the dim lighting. 

But when he begins to practice with the Japan national team, quietly sipping on his own drink as his teammates get drunk and rowdy at a team happy hour one night, he furrows his brows questioningly as Atsumu and Bokuto ramble on about their sex lives. It’s no surprise to anyone, himself included, that Atsumu prefers it wild in bed, testing out and experimenting with different positions. But what does surprise him is when Bokuto emphatically shakes his head and excitedly rants about how underrated good old vanilla missionary sex is, how there’s something so intimate and beautiful about being able to stare into each other’s eyes as you make love to each other, only to be lightheartedly jeered at and teased for being a romantic by some members of the team. 

Yet Kageyama doesn’t pay them any mind, too focused on trying to piece together this new piece of information he’s learned. Missionary? Looking at each other’s faces? Romantic? Intimate? He had assumed that it wasn’t something people liked. You certainly didn’t seem to enjoy the position or eye contact during sex in general. But Bokuto’s eyes had literally sparkled as he had shouted about it and you had always fondly told Kageyama in secret what a romantic sap the owl-like man is. Had he been reading your signals and body language wrong all this time? Were you not enjoying the intimate nights you spent together? 

No, that can’t be true and he flushes a bit, remembering your pretty whimpers and lewd moans he’d dragged out of you, the screaming of his name as your body convulsed around him. No, you have been feeling good. He does make you feel good! But then why...why does it feel like he’s missing something? 

He’s never been subtle and it’s obvious he’s still deep in thought when he retires to his shared hotel room with Iwaizumi. The green-eyed trainer stares at the setter curiously, unsure whether or not to directly question Kageyama about what’s bothering him. They’ve become much closer ever since reconnecting on the national team and Iwaizumi is fond of the younger man, despite Oikawa’s squawking and whining whenever he even hears the ex-Karasuno setter’s name. But despite their new blossoming friendship, some things don’t change. Kageyama and Iwaizumi have always erred on the more reserved side of the social scale, so the spiky haired ex-ace resigns to stay silent, allowing the setter to come to him as he wishes. 

Except Kageyama approaches much sooner than he thought he would and Iwaizumi is stunned speechless by the blunt wording and topic of his question. 

“Does your girlfriend like missionary sex?” 

There’s silence as blue and green eyes just stare at each other, one pair laced with steely resolve, the other filled with shock and confusion. In any other scenario, Iwaizumi would wonder if this was a joke, maybe even be affronted and scowl at how rude and personal the question is. And yet, as he scans Kageyama over, sees the genuine curiosity and determination in his eyes, he just sighs, wondering how he managed to end up being the trainer of so many social deviants. 

“Yes, sometimes.” 

“How often do you guys have missionary sex?”

“Are you- Are you taking notes?!”

There’s wrestling, some grunts and growling, a smack on the head, and then there’s silence as Iwaizumi questioningly looks at the younger athlete who’s rubbing his sore forehead, silently demanding answers as he holds the pad of paper and pen Kageyama had been dutifully writing on hostage. He wonders if maybe he should take it easy on him, almost considering this a lost cause, but then words are spilling out of Kageyama’s mouth and he quietly listens, a small knowing smile slipping on his face as the setter nervously explains everything, blushing as he discusses his sex life with his ex-senpai. And then it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to talk, and Kageyama hopefully smiles at the older man when the trainer grins at him, clamping a strong hand on his shoulder reassuringly, telling him that he just needs to talk to you about it and that he’s sure everything will be just fine once you two discuss it over. 

But he is a bit confused by the last word of advice his senpai gives him. 

“And Kageyama, make sure you remind your girlfriend that you think she’s beautiful.” 

Of course you’re beautiful. Perfect, really. Why would he need to tell you that? Isn’t it obvious?

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, an amused grin on his face when he sees the clear confusion on Kageyama’s face at his parting words. But he sleeps easy, confident that the two of you will be just fine.  

You’re not sure what’s transpired at Kageyama’s latest training camp with the Japan national team, but you can feel your lover’s eyes practically piercing you with how hard they study you, relentlessly trailing your figure, an unsaid question heavy in the air. The tension is thick and you tiptoe around the elephant in the room, wondering exactly what has your boyfriend so on edge and just when it becomes unbearable, just when you’re about to confront him directly, he moves first and it takes every reflex you have not to drop the cup of water you have in your hand. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

Kageyama is not expecting or ready for the torrential flood that is now running from your eyes and all he can do is rush towards you, clutching you tightly in his arms, apologizing profusely (although he’s unsure exactly what he should be sorry about). But blubbered words escape alongside the salty tears and the athlete listens to every syllable, arms almost crushing you, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin, his own heart shattering when he hears the self-doubt and self-hate you’ve been suffering through alone. And soon both of you are sobbing messes as Kageyama tells you over and over again how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, how he loves you just the way you are, repeating himself until his throat is sore and you’re pushing the glass of water you had set aside to his dry lips. 

This time as he gently pulls you with him towards your shared bedroom, he adjusts the lights until he can clearly see you, slowly coaxing you with reassuring kisses and tender caresses until he feels the tension in your shoulders relax. Neither of you can keep count of just how many times Kageyama tells you how beautiful you are, but it’s never enough for your greedy praise-starved ears and he softly smiles at how you seem to relax and melt more and more into his touches with every praise that falls from his lips. He doesn’t stop praising you as he gradually pushes the fabric of your shirt up, only pausing to intimately kiss, taste, and touch every inch of newly exposed skin he’s privy to. But then there’s silence when he finally hooks the material off of you and he just stares, breath caught in his chest as he takes in the sight of you laid completely bare before him for the first time. 

Your hands move to cover yourself, face turning away, unable to hold his intense gaze, feeling so vulnerable and exposed. But your neck whips back to look above you when calloused hands carefully, but firmly grasp your wrists, laying them back down besides you, eyes still roaming over your naked figure. Your heart races at the love and hunger you see in cobalt eyes and suddenly you can’t tear your eyes away from him, lost in endless blue. 

It’s almost sinful how good it feels, how much more sensual the slowness and explorative nature of your skin on skin dance feels and you curse yourself for having denied yourself this pleasure all this time as Kageyama’s lips swallow your hardened nipples, hot tongue circling and lapping at the sensitive bud, sucking in a way that has you writhing underneath him, whimpering when you see hazy blue eyes lustfully studying you. And when he finally enters you after what feels like a lifetime of foreplay and teasing, your body more riled up than it’s ever been, humiliating whines for more slipping past your lips, too filled with desire to be even remotely self-conscious, you swear you almost cum just from his cock sliding balls deep inside of you. 

The two of you have arguably done filthier things, his cock reaching even deeper inside of you when he has you on all fours doggy-style underneath him, when you’re riding on top of him in reverse cowgirl. But as your eyes lock onto each other while you’re connected below, both of you can’t deny that there’s a new level of intimacy, of arousal, that makes even the most minute movements feel amplified, every shift of hips and the slightest brushes of skin against skin flooding both of you with dizzying pleasure. 

There’s no rush or urgency to completion like there normally is when the two of you chase your ends and it’s a slow and gradual crescendo, every note and every key painstakingly and reverently played. Hips slowly grind against each other, Kageyama’s cock dragging against your sopping wet walls, lips melding against each other as you languidly kiss each other all the while. You can feel a powerful buildup rising inside of you, something fuller, more overwhelming than even the mind blowing pleasure Kageyama always bestows upon you. And when he pulls his mouth away from yours, laces his fingers with yours as his hips begin to increase their pace, snapping harder as he feels his own end approaching, he bends down and murmurs into your ear, a mantra of how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. 

That’s all it takes, that low baritone voice filling your senses, his words the last push you need. You’re free falling, convulsing, gripping him tightly, walls clamping down around his pistoning cock and he loses any control or restraint he had as he desperately observes you, trying to brand every twitch of your face, every sound you make into his memory. If he thought you were beautiful before, you’re absolutely breathtaking like this, a face expression so purely filled with your essence, so raw, so unimpeded by any inhibitions. And he joins you over that pleasurable cliff, ignorant of how your own eyes just as greedily take in the sight of his chiseled face contorted in bliss, Adama’s apple on full display as he throws his head back. 

The two of you bask in the post-coital haze, bodies feeling boneless as Kageyama carefully lays slightly to the side of you, lower bodies still intimately connected, one of his legs thrown over yours as he affectionately holds your still trembling body to his, both of you panting and melting into the cushioned mattress. It feels safe and comforting in his arms and you allow yourself to nuzzle even closer to him, almost sinking into his warmth and letting exhaustion overtake you. 

But as the leftover tendrils of pleasure begin to fade away, your senses become more alert and you nervously bite your lower lip, the exposed nature of your still naked figure suddenly all too apparent to you. You subtly reach for the blankets, trying not to accidentally awaken the slumbering man still tucked against you as you attempt to cover yourself, eyes darting around for your clothes, desperate to hide yourself and shield your body from view once again. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just change overnight after all. 

You’re so focused on your tasks at hand that you don’t notice blue eyes blearily blinking, trying to make sense of all the little shuffling that had awakened him. But you yelp when you’re suddenly made immobile by two strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you snugly against a toned chest once more. 

“Tobio! Let me go put on pajamas at least.”

You flush when Kageyama pointedly stares down at his own completely naked body before staring at yours, a deadpan expression on his face as he inquisitively gazes at you. 

“I- Uh...I’m cold! Yeah, I’m cold-”

There’s nothing convincing in your tone as you stammer out the excuse, too embarrassed to voice the real reason out loud when Kageyama had done nothing but reassure you and make you feel like the most stunning woman in the world, even if it was just temporary. But before you can spiral any further, your thoughts are cut off by a fluffy comforter blanketing and enveloping both Kageyama and you, the setter already re-closing his eyes after deeming you sufficiently tucked in and “covered”, although your self-consciousness begs to differ as your bare skin brushes against your lover. 

You open your mouth to protest, but as if sensing your thoughts, one blue eye peeks open and you’re silenced by a stern “go to sleep”, strong arms wrapping around you even more tightly than before, keeping you still. And you can’t help but smile, shaking your head in fond exasperation as Kageyema’s stubbornness wins out over any self-doubt festering inside of you this time around, letting yourself find peace and security in his arms. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just go away overnight, but this is a hell of a good start.

[littlemisslipbalm]

“Harry’s stylist, right?”

Summary: Harry and his personal stylist are great collaborators, on screen and off. She helps his visions come to life and in turn they’ve become close friends. As she helps him to bring his fashion dreams come to life during the Fine Line era, will some other dreams come to life as well?

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Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this fit is very important to this part lmaooo - I literally have no idea what to call this lol, anyway I've been sitting on this for forever and I wanted to get something out for yall and i love this story there will be a part 2 when i get to a writing mood. I love this story bc its my literal dream - anyway!! pls enjoy and reblog and lmk what you think :)

Word Count: 14k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, tame for now, should be smut eventually - aka slow burn (what else would you expect from me at this point i guess)

part 2

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“Hey, H, I just had a question about one of the SNL outfits? Do you have a sec?”

Harry looked up from his phone and raised his brows at his stylist, Y/N.

Y/N had worked with Harry previously. In photoshoots for Another Man magazine and his most recent Gucci campaign. As well as some other random times, such as one-off award show looks and specific appearances. However, this past summer Harry had hired Y/N to work fulltime for him, exclusively. He had told her that he was planning on releasing his second album in the winter and he wanted someone there to help him plan his clothes for music videos, award season, interview appearances, as well as tour outfits.

Y/N stood just inside the doorway of the room, leaning her back against the wall, looking expectantly at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pursed. She was dressed simply in a white satin skirt and a matching cropped button-up, they both had cream flowers embroidered on, paired with horsebit slim Gucci mules. Her style was eclectic, but she had definitely noticed an increase of Gucci in her wardrobe since starting her employment with Harry.

Y/N’s passion in life was fashion and clothes and she constantly worried that one of Harry’s outfits wouldn’t deliver as much as she wanted it to. He was quick to tell her not to worry so much though, as long as they both were happy with it, how could anyone else not love it. Plus, he’d always add, it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought. But as more and more events began to crop up, Y/N’s worry over her work grew. She had only been the head stylist for Harry on projects that were still underwraps - except for Lights Up which had been released a couple weeks ago now.

The first project she ever worked on with Harry as his full-time personal stylist was the Lights Up music video. She had never worked so closely with one person for so long on just one project. Harry was insistent in vision and came in the first day filled with ideas, what he imagined for the video's concept and how he wanted to incorporate clothes. She had been happy to make his dreams become reality.

The two of them spent hours at his house for weeks, pouring over every detail of every outfit he planned to wear. They both wanted it to be perfect. And eventually, it all came together, exactly how they had planned. All of the garments for the video took up two entire garment racks. Y/N had made Harry pose in every single outfit for polaroids that she dated and then put into a lookbook she started for him. She had told him she planned to document every outfit she styled for him and Harry had been so excited. The outfits he wore in the video were received with praise when it was finally released, and Harry and Y/N were overjoyed. There was already a party for its release, but they both were especially happy that night. Throughout the evening, Harry and Y/N would gravitate to one another and fall into side conversations about the outfits and what people had been saying. Even if Harry said it didn’t matter, he and Y/N both knew, at the end of the day, they loved when people were happy with their work.  

“Sure,” he bounced to his feet, but Y/N made a hand motion telling him that he could stay seated. He settled back down as she crossed over and sat beside him on his couch.

She was at his house in London today planning his next few appearances that were promotion for the upcoming album, Saturday Night Live was next. Harry had been taking a break from their work until she had come in.

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to be at his house, they had been working together for months now. First, it had been for his outfits in his music videos that were filmed in late summer and early fall, like Lights up, but also a few other ones. Now, it was clothing for promo appearances, interviews, and listening parties. Next, it would be tour outfits, which she had already started planning, but officially, they hadn’t started discussions yet. Harry had helped her to get a flat closer to his house in London just for her to be able to head over and help with the planning or fitting of his outfits more easily. She also was constantly traveling with him to his appearances, making sure outfits were perfect right before whatever show it was or making last minute adjustments in case either of them decided something wasn’t right.

While Harry was a big guy, his waist was far trimmer than a usual man built to his size, this meant she had to take in a lot of his trousers at the waist. As well, with his shirts and coats, she’d have to take them in or out depending on how Harry wanted the fit to be - either perfectly tight or perfectly oversized. He was particular, but she appreciated his drive for fashion and how he cared for his appearance. Before performances, she often had to take things in or out based on any body fluctuation that had occurred since the initial fitting.

She was looking at her sketchpad that held all of her notes on his clothes - which was different from the lookbook of polaroids - including patches of the actual colors and little Harry figures dressed in what he was going to wear. Right now, she had the pad opened to a page titled “SNL Opener - November 16, 2019”.

“So I was thinking with your opening monologue outfit, it might look better to have a different colored blazer? A matching yellow would be great, but if you did more of a toned down - maybe light tan or beige - blazer with gold embellishments, you’d elevate it to look sophisticated and stylish, rather than just stylish. It’d be exactly like the runway look - which I know you sometimes don’t like, but I think it’s what looks best.”

She ran her finger between two swatches of what she thought would be the better blazer color and the one Harry had originally wanted. He wet his lips and gazed at the page as he thought about what she said. Normally, she liked monochrome on him, but she thought the deep blue underneath a completely yellow suit might wash him out on the stage.

“Yeah,” he pointed to the top beige swatch, “I think I do like this better.” He paused and turned his head to Y/N, looking in her eyes before asking, “Is that all?”

“Er...no,” Y/N ran a hand over her unstyled hair, slightly fluffed by her constant musing of it. She often fiddled with it while she worked, better than biting nails she always said when confronted about her tick. After a sigh Y/N continued, “I was just on the phone with Jane from Gucci and she said that for Look 57 they could only send your technical size, for some reason they can’t custom make it. Meaning, I’ll have to tailor the whole thing to you when it arrives. Is that alright? Or do you want to choose something else?”

She flipped to a page that said “SNL WS.” Harry followed her hands and nodded realizing she was talking about the Gucci suit he wanted to wear for Watermelon Sugar. It was a watermelon’s inside red. When he had found out the suit came in that color, he had danced around the dining table for what Y/N had felt like was an hour, humming the tune of Watermelon Sugar excitedly. Finally, she had coaxed him to sit back down and get back to their other work, which was still picking out clothes.

“No, that’s fine,” Harry shook his head and used his thumb to scratch under his lips absentmindedly, “It really needs to be that color.”

She nodded, she knew what his answer was going to be, but she also knew he still liked to make the final decision.

“Alright, we’ll just have to meet for longer when everything arrives, to tailor that one. Then the rest of them should just be making sure the fit is perfect.”

She rose up from her seat and patted Harry’s shoulder, leaving him to his thoughts, as she went back to finish up the calls with Jane and the designers.

He caught her hand in his before she completely walked away, “Thank you, Y/N.” He was so grateful he had hired someone who was as driven as he was and understood his fashion sense and wanted to help enhance what he was thinking, rather than someone trying to control him or just going along with whatever he said. Neither would be productive or helpful, thankfully Y/N loved her job and cared to do things right.

She grinned before exiting, “H, you’re going to be this century’s style icon if it’s the last thing I do.” He laughed as she walked out of the room, leaning back on the couch to continue his lurking on Instagram.

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One week later

“I’m here, H! I come bearing Gucci and more!” Y/N said as she shuffled through Harry’s front door, she held a deconstructed rack and a garment bag filled with heavy suits and things. Inside were Harry’s four most important outfits for SNL, some other garments for SNL, and some clothes they had talked about for his upcoming listening sessions later in the month. Y/N needed to check the fit on all of them and begin tailoring the Watermelon Sugar suit. The key Harry had given to Y/N, previously, had let her in, but she assumed he was home. He said he’d be.

When Y/N rounded the corner she found another empty room. Confused, she set down her large items and went to search for Harry. Y/N literally needed him to be here for this part. It was the only real time she actually needed to see him in person - but that was beside the point.

“H?”

She wandered through the different rooms of his home. Normally, Y/N didn’t go into the other rooms, she was always mainly in his lounge area, the dining room, and a little casual office room he had - sometimes the kitchen for water, his bedroom once. Still not finding him, she decided to venture to the furthest door, Harry’s bedroom, she remembered.

Harry groaned at the sound of a knock on his door, he rolled over in his bed. After a few moments of hearing nothing else than his groan, Y/N felt like she had to go in and check on him.

“H, it’s 12:30 and we agreed we’d meet at noon. Are you feeling alright?”

Y/N moved into the room and found a shirtless Harry surrounded by rumpled sheets, clutching at a pillow. He groaned into his pillow again in response. Her legs bent at the edge of the bed and she reached out to smooth some of his chestnut hair out of his face, “What’s wrong?”

He moved his head to allow his eyes to look at her, “‘M so tired, don’t know why. My stomach kind of hurts too…” Y/N looked at him quizzically, before running her hand over his tan forehead once more, this time checking for a fever. “You don’t have a fever. When did you go to sleep? Have you eaten anything today?” With her help, Harry moved into a seated position, head tilted back against the bedpost. He sat silent for a moment before blowing air out of his mouth. “Went to sleep kind of late for me, I guess...Haven’t eaten.”

“Ok, you’re just tired from staying up late, you old man, and you might be a little dehydrated and hungry. Listen, I’ll go make you some food if you get up and prepare yourself for the day. We need to get all your clothes fitted so that I can fix anything before next week.” Y/N was always good at getting Harry back on track when he got distracted - or even out of the station, when he wasn’t in the mood to work on something. She slid from her perch on the bed and walked to almost the edge of the room before Harry called her back.

“Can you pick out my clothes for me?” His soft, tired voice whined. “So hard...and you’ve got the best eye. Pleaseeee,” he pleaded softly.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N sighed and made her way back into his room. Crossing to the door that led to his walk-in closet, she set to work. As silly as he was being, she could never pass up on a chance to pick out an outfit for Harry.

“You’re literally going to be changing the entire time, H, you could have just thrown on sweats,” she called back to him once inside the smaller room. He repeated how she always picked the right thing, even for just around the house. Again, Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry, but she also couldn’t hide the warm smile on her face that was due to his compliment.

She couldn’t believe how dramatic Harry could be sometimes. Right now, he was a lesser form of hungover and he was acting like his life was ending. Y/N had made a note a while ago to never agree to a meeting on the day after any partying. She learned the hard way one particularly terrible Sunday. She had come round his house at a similar time, noon-ish and found Harry dead asleep, backwards in his bed. When she had roused him, his only responses were grumbles and groans. She had to not only pick out his clothes, but also help dress him. Then, after providing water and aspirin, she moved all their work into his bedroom so they could work from there. Harry had proved to be a baby when it came to hangovers.  But, she hadn’t realized he could get like this even without being truly hungover.

After settling on his live aid t-shirt, that Y/N was eternally jealous of, located at the front of his drawer and his favorite corduroy trousers, she walked out and threw them in the direction of his toned, but slumped body. “I will not get you boxers, that is most definitely not in my job description, Boss.” Y/N sent a pointed look in his direction, moving to finally leave the room. While he was technically her boss as her employer, their work relationship was extremely collaborative and it never felt like he was in control of her, she just liked to give him shit for being a drama queen.

“Guess I’ll be going commando. How’s that going to work with me changing in front of you a bunch of times?” He teased right back, taking the clothes you had thrown at him and giving them a onceover. His teasing signalled that he was already feeling better.

Y/N shook her head and walked out of the room, “For the love of God, Harry, please put on underwear before you come out and continuously strip in front of me!”

The words he shouted after that were muffled, but they were something along the lines of how the human body is beautiful and shouldn’t be covered up. Unbelievable. As she set to work on making both of them some lunch, she finally heard Harry begin moving around. They had a lot of work to do as it was and whenever Harry was in a mood, whether it be a good mood or a bad mood, they always seemed to have a hard time focusing.

One night, that could be seen as the poster child for Harry and Y/N’s procrastination, was during the planning for the Adore You music video. Harry was in a super good mood that day and he had brought that energy to their meeting at his house. Y/N was supposed to be fitting him for the various outfits, but Harry, in his mania, ordered an overzealous amount of Chinese food. It took her and Harry hours to even make a dent in the food. And while they passed the time with eating, Harry and Y/N got further and further from their tasks, opting for conversations that included more fun topics than work. They had gossipped about some of the other people they worked with, Harry had begged for “the tea” about some of his other staffers and Y/N was happy to oblige. As much as Y/N would hate to admit it, she loved when they got off of work subjects and talked about how their day’s had been and what has been on their nerves lately. It was a nice way to decompress, it was like hanging out with a friend, except it wasn’t, not really.

Harry shuffled into the kitchen wearing what Y/N had picked out for him. Her smile grew knowing that he hadn’t changed what she’d picked. His confidence in her and her abilities never failed to feel like the biggest compliment.

“Go sit at the dining table, I’ve made us some little sandwiches and then we can decide the order we want to go through the outfits in.”

Before following Y/N’s orders, Harry continued his shuffling around, first to the cabinet for a glass, then to the fridge for water. At the end of the table, she set the plates between the head of the table’s spot and the one to its left. Harry took the side spot, so Y/N was on the end. After a bite of his food, Harry moaned loudly in contentment. This caused an amused look on Y/N’s face, there had been nothing special in his house so she had just made what was possible. This meant that Harry’s satisfaction was a little over the top.

“You’re acting like you haven’t eaten in a week. What did you do last night that got you in such a twist?” Y/N asked as she took a sip of her own glass of water. Harry nibbled at his lower lip after swallowing, trying to understand why he was particularly tired today.

“I guess I forgot to eat properly yesterday and then I went out running. And I stayed up late on the phone with,” he paused, eyes flashing to Y/N and then away again, “someone for SNL.”

Y/N hummed at his words before going back to her own eating. She didn’t understand why he hesitated about telling her he’d been on the phone last night, it especially irked her that he wouldn’t even say with whom. Professionally, it wasn’t really her business, but Harry was never secretive with her. Plus, it seemed to be work related so why was he being so flighty about it.

Moving forward, Harry peppier from eating and simply moving around, the pair set to work. They decided on trying on everything else first and then saving the Watermelon Sugar suit to the end. The other three main pieces for the night fit perfectly, Y/N had to only do minor reworks of certain areas.

“H, I need you to hold still…” Y/N interrupted Harry’s ramblings as she was crouched beside him.

She had to take up the hem on the pant legs so right now she was trying to pin them in the place she and Harry had agreed upon, without messing with the pleats.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, straightening out his back to stand taller.

He stayed quiet for a bit until Y/N popped back up, she looked at her notebook for reference on what she still had to tailor.

“Okay, next, the pants crotch is looking pretty fitted, so I assume you want it taken down a bit,” Y/N said as she got back into her crouching position. “Look in the mirror and tell me where you think letting it out looks best, I don’t have the best vantage point when I’m up this close…” she trailed off, placing her measuring tape directly on top of Harry’s crotch and running it down his leg a ways.

Once done with her first attempt at where she thought was best to let the pants out, she turned her eyes to the mirror that showed Harry in his suit with Y/N on her knees before him. Harry cleared his throat as he looked in the mirror, seeing Y/N with her eyes wide in anticipation in the position she was in made him want to run and hide. Her hands were extremely close to his dick, but it was literally her job, he knew he had to shake the thoughts that were running through his mind.

“Maybe just a bit further up actually, as much as I like the high waist with dropped crotch, I want this suit to have that specifically tailored look,” his hands motioned for Y/N to bring the drop up a ways.

Her hands then brought the measuring tape up, once again grazing over his area. Again, Y/N looked at Harry through the mirror for approval, and this time he gave it and she placed a single pin in the place where the pants would be let out to.

Standing up, Y/N hoped Harry didn’t notice the blush gracing her face. She was a stylist and used to being around naked bodies as well as touching around a man’s crotch when working. But Harry in this suit must have been magic, because she had felt extremely vulnerable on her knees in front of him in it. She had felt flushed the minute he hadn’t liked what she had done initially and she hated that she felt that way for some reason. Beginning to work on the sleeves of the suit set her at ease, Y/N was thankful to no longer be kneeling or in such close proximity to what was under Harry’s pants.

“Anything on your mind of late?” Harry broke the silence.

Y/N hummed with a pin stuck between her lips, folding up the suit jacket’s right sleeve. Plucking it from her mouth after a few silent moments, she said, “Not really, haven’t had time to do much else lately. Always thinking about you,” Y/N flushed as she realized what she had just said. “I mean, thinking about you like about your clothes and when they’re going to arrive and what I need to do about them, not you personally, sorry that came out wrong,” her blush intensified as she rapidly fumbled through her last sentence.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god!”

While Y/N had gotten flustered with her words, she managed to stick the pin she was using straight into Harry’s flesh. She immediately removed the pin from where it had stuck him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, H, we’ve got to get this off. I need to make sure you’re not bleeding onto the suit.”

Y/N rushed around to Harry's backside and began slipping off his suit jacket as Harry chuckled and began to unbutton the shirt as carefully as possible.

“‘S alright, Y/N, if there’s any blood on the shirt it’ll blend in, blood is practically the same color.” She glared at him through the mirror and Harry continued to laugh, “That is not funny, H, I shouldn’t have stuck you in the first place.”

“No, no,” Harry hushed Y/N as she began to slip off his shirt from one side to the other, taking off the sleeve on the side she hadn’t poked, “you’ve got so much on your plate with all the planning for the upcoming events. Then you worked yourself up over a little slip.” As Y/N carefully unbuttoned the cuff of the sleeve to try and slip off the shirt with the least amount of blood on it as possible, Harry finished with, “I wouldn’t mind if you were just thinking about me, though, an’ not the clothes.”

This time, Y/N was very in control, not willing to let herself slip up a second time today. She didn’t know how to respond to what Harry had just admitted. It wasn’t like this hasn't happened before. Both of them were guilty of making little comments that made it sound like they were interested in each other in a way that was a little different than professional or friendly. But every time the other person always had the responsibility to shut the idea down or completely blow past what their counter had just said.

“Harry…” She began, it was soft and pleading, like she was saying she couldn’t entertain that idea. Examining his forearm, after pulling the shirt completely away and resting it on a nearby chair, she saw a little spot of blood protruding from the pin prick she had caused. “Where do you keep your bandages?” Y/N decided that it was best to brush past Harry’s words this time and went off to find his first aid kit. Harry stood there, shirtless, staring at the blood on his arm. It really wasn’t a lot and it wouldn’t have done anything to the suit, but Y/N was always so careful and never wanted to ruin any of Harry’s clothes.

On her return, Y/N came upon a shirtless Harry perched on the edge of the table, with one arm crossed and his other - that was bleeding - being held slightly away from his body, as if Harry was afraid to touch it. His posture was slumped so Y/N could see his spine curving beneath his tanned honey-soft skin and his shoulder blades slightly flexed. While most of Harry’s body was covered in tattoos, she noticed how the closest tattoo to his back was the small line drawing of a guitar on the back of his left shoulder. Other than that his smooth back was bare. Y/N found it interesting that Harry had never chosen to ink his back. She jogged lightly back into the room and Harry’s head turned to watch her approach. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he regarded her. She noticed he was being particularly quiet, but she had no idea why. Maybe he was still tired.

Y/N set to work on finding the correct tissue, neosporin, and bandage for Harry’s small wound. As she worked on fixing up her mistake, Harry’s eyes followed her movements. Green eyes flickering between her hands on his arm and her own eyes focusing on her task.

“After this, I actually can just head home and finish the rest of the work,” Y/N said as she unpackaged the bandage, “I already know where I need to take in the suit sleeves and the shirt’s sleeves were looking fine. So, I can get out of your hair and you can get to sleep early tonight.” She placed the nude toned bandage over Harry’s arm, she was a little sad to find he didn’t own fun bandages. That was something that she expected from Harry, but she resigned that maybe she didn’t know everything about Harry.

Before Harry could speak, Y/N continued, “Don’t rehearsals for the show start tomorrow? When are you flying to New York?” She ran her hand over the bandage, smoothing it in place. Her hand lingered there as her eyes looked up and met Harry’s. Harry twitched his arm away from Y/N’s touch and scratched his nose slightly.

“Yeah, I’m flying out tomorrow morning. When are you set to fly out?”

“Friday. I’ll get in before the final dress rehearsal and then I’ll be there for the show.” Y/N stepped back and began to rehang the suit jacket and shirt that they had discarded in her haste to not get blood on them.

Then Y/N stood there staring at Harry. He looked at her slightly confused by her doing nothing when she said she was leaving. “Pants, H.” She said finally when she realized he had forgotten he was still wearing the suit pants. “Oh! Sorry,” Harry exclaimed as he began to unbutton and remove the pants he was wearing. He handed her the pants and she exchanged them with his live-aid t shirt. He took it graciously before slipping it on and disguising his toned body beneath it. Then he took his pants from earlier and fully redressed himself.

“Damn!” Y/N said and Harry’s head flipped to watch her as she began to put all of the clothing back in their garment bags and take down the rack.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just pinched myself with the rack, I’m all left feet today.”

“Here,” Harry chuckled as he walked over to help Y/N, “let me help you with all this. Just in the boot of your car, yeah?” Y/N nodded and smiled in appreciation for Harry. He grabbed her keys laying on the table and then took the rack and a garment bag. Even if things sometimes got tense between them, for whatever reason, he was always quick to move past it and be thoughtful and kind in the best ways for Y/N. After shaking her hand out, she grabbed the last garment bags and followed Harry out to her car. Harry shut the back of her car softly and turned to face Y/N, she stood beside her car door, ever so slightly leaning against it. He walked to her side and smiled.

“I’ll see you in a week,” he said before wrapping his arms around Y/N’s much smaller frame. His body was radiating heat and it felt good against Y/N in the crisp night air of London. She pressed into his hold and wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him hard. “Less than...Can’t wait to see you make an absolute fool of yourself out there.” Harry protested her tease with a small, “Hey!” but mostly focused on his hands on her back and the way her hair felt especially soft under his chin. Finally, Y/N pulled away, “Kidding! You’ll be amazing and you’ll look killer while doing it.” She winked before opening her car door and driving off. Harry was left with the lingering scent of her perfume and shampoo mingling in his nose.

-

It was the Saturday night, November 16th, 2019.

Harry and Y/N were in his dressing room before the show started. His outfits for the night were lined up, except for his opener one that Y/N had just dressed him in. His first change would be for Light’s Up, then a couple skit outfits that had to be moved elsewhere for quick changes, then the Watermelon Sugar suit, and then finally his end of the show casual look. The opener looked incredible, it’s fit was impeccable and Y/N knew people were going to love it.

She stepped back from Harry to give his whole body a once over, the SNL hairstylist had just blown out his hair and given him a sort of middle part. It definitely looked good and paired with the suit - Y/N could already tell it was going to be a hit by all accounts. Harry grinned back at her, doing a little dance to show just how much he was loving his clothes and how excited he was.

Grabbing the lint roller, Y/N gave the lapels of his suit jacket a once over and then moved it slightly out of the way to roll the big collar of Harry’s shirt and the bits of the body of the shirt that were showing underneath the jacket. Basically, Y/N was lint rolling over Harry’s clothed abs. Apparently, that was a ticklish area for Harry because he began to squirm and giggle under the tool’s touch.

“Seriously, H?”

She smiled as she said it, so excited for Harry that she couldn’t be mad at his relestness.

“Can’t help it. ‘M so giddy. Plus, I’m a wee bit ticklish.”

Y/N gave him a single laugh before removing the lint roller and smoothing over the shirt against his stomach and then over the lapels when she put the jacket back in place. She adjusted the Gucci reader’s she was wearing today, that were more for decoration than anything, but she liked to pretend they made her see better.

“You look smashing, Mr. Styles. Absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”

“Are you talking to me or the suit?” Harry asked as he flipped to look in the full length mirror in the dressing room.

“Can’t it be both?”

“Sure,” Harry said, he noticed the clock and realized it was his time to get in places. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Y/N’s cheek, “It’s my time, thank you, Y/N.” She blushed at his words and actions. As he walked out the door, she called after him, “Break a leg, H!” He sent a final air kiss in her direction before completely disappearing.

She looked at the clothes hanging on the rack in the room and palmed over the fabric. Checking the lapels and brushing the lint roller over the, she finally stepped back and was happy with how they looked. When the show was just about to start, she flitted to the part of backstage where she could watch Harry perform. She giggled along to his monologue and grinned whole-heartedly when the crowd would roar with approval. Y/N had heard all of the jokes already because of the dress rehearsal yesterday, but it didn’t matter. Harry was killing it. She also took time to appreciate how good Harry looked in his suit on stage. In front of the lights and all the people, his suit shined brightly with the pops of blue and yellow and the oversized grey-iege jacket. His soft chestnut hair billowed perfectly to frame his forehead as he sipped from the faux martini. Y/N bit her lip to stifle her laugh. The fact that Harry, her boss and friend, was up on the Saturday Night Live stage with pink and blue nails sipping from a faux martini, it was perfect.

When Harry came back for his first performance change Y/N was right there waiting for him.

“Hi, that was really good,” she smiled up at him as he began to take off his coat.

He smiled brightly back at her as he exhaled a hefty breath, “You think so?”

“Yes! C’mon, everyone loved it. You delivered it all perfectly…” she took over undoing the buttons on the shirt because Harry was moving too slowly. “I’m in a man band now…” Y/N mumbled under her breath before chuckling.

“Did you just imitate my accent?” Harry said, now pulling off his sleeves.

Y/N moved around his back to take the shirt to hang and grab his Lights Up outfit. They worked like a well-oiled machine together, constantly taking over roles to get things done more efficiently, but never stepping on each other’s toes.

“Nope,” she winked before handing him the black sequin jumpsuit and exchanging it for his yellow pants. After rehanging the pants and bringing over Harry’s different set of boots, Y/N said, “Y’know, I’d have to say that your hair is giving your suit a run for its money.” She placed the shoes on the table beside Harry and began to fix into the place different parts of the jumpsuit, moving to zip up the back and then coming to the front to smooth it.

“What do you mean?” Harry looked in the mirror and delicately touched the edges of his hair, considering Y/N’s statement.

“No one ever really sees it how it is, nicely blown out but not too much product so it falls to frame your face. What’d you tell the hair person you wanted?” Y/N stepped back to allow Harry to change his boots from one Gucci pair to another, like he did with most of his wardrobe.

“Just told them to make me look mature. You think it looks good?” He looked up at Y/N when he asked the question.

“Think it looks sexy, that’s what I’m saying, no one’s gonna be able to focus on your clothes with how good your hair looks.”

“Ah,” he deftly runs his hands down his suit as he looks in the mirror.

Y/N just stares at Harry, checking him over one more time. She wasn’t lying about his hair, it was sexy and she wanted to run her hands through it to feel how soft it was. In a complete friend way of course.

“I like it…”

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed, but the bed was made of angel feathers.”

Harry laughed at Y/N’s description. He shifted his body to face her more and moved closer to her in the process.

“Alright, you should probably get back out there,” Y/N closes the gap between them and adjusts the chain of his jade and silver crosses and brushes over his broad shoulders.

They’re professional touches, but her movements hold an undercurrent of intimacy that neither of them realize. If anyone had been looking on, they would see how Y/N’s fingers delicately caressed Harry’s skin right before she cradled the pendants to move them in place. They would also see Harry instinctively lean forward into her touch and breathe slightly deeper to take in her scent. When she brushes over his shoulders, he straightens up at the touch and shows he’s ready to get back out there. It’s as if she prepared him to go.

Harry sings Lights Up and the crowd loves it. Sarah kills her drumming and Mitch eats up lead guitar. The backup singers bring out a different tone to the song. It is all around an amazing performance.

As Y/N clapped along with the crowd from backstage, Aidy Bryant approaches her.

“You’re Harry’s stylist, right?”

Y/N turns her head at the woman next to her, “Yeah?”

Aidy smiles, eyes slightly gleaming, “Well, you’re wonderful at your job.” As Y/N is about to thank her, Aidy continues, “And Harry knows that too, he talked about you all week. We all thought you were his girlfriend at first.”

Y/N laughed lightly and had to keep herself from letting her jaw drop at Aidy’s words. She even choked a bit on her own spit and had to cough slightly before even being able to think of a response, “Well, um, yeah...no, H, Harry is just my employer and...friend. No dating, we just get along well. Which is important since we spend a lot of time together - for work of course!”

Aidy smiled sweetly at Y/N, “Yeah, Harry explained that when Beck asked him how long you’d been together. At first he had said a couple months and then said ‘wait, Y/N is just my stylist, we’ve been working together for a couple months’ and then we all felt really dumb.”

“Don’t feel dumb,” Y/N reassured her, unsure why she was actually continuing this conversation, “He loves to talk about clothes and that’s where I fit in to his life, so I’m sure my name would come up a fair bit. Was that it?”

“Yeah I guess, but-” Aidy began to say more, but Y/N cut her off.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, but Harry’s finished and I’ve got to go help him change for his next song.”

Aidy was left in Y/N’s wake, chuckling to herself, fully reassured about the reason that they had all thought Harry had been dating Y/N. Because they already acted like a couple. And they were both helplessly in love with one another and neither of them knew.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch. Harry continued to wow the crowd and Y/N sent him off from his dressing room always looking fabulous. Just as he was about to walk back on stage for his final farewell, Y/N noticed a tiny string on his trousers zipper. Unable to stop Harry and unable to grab at the string without looking odd, she had to let him walk on stage with it. It wasn’t actually a big deal, but Y/N sighed in annoyance because she knew that string was going to bug her for the rest of the night.

“Treat People With Kindness!” Harry finishes off his farewell.

Applause begins to sound and the cast is out front hugging and chatting, while Y/N is watching from the side still fixated on the string on Harry’s pants, now simply dangling. Finally, they begin to clear the stage because it’s time for the after party. Y/N knew there was no stealing Harry away to fix the problem that was now fixated in her mind. Every cast and crew member was trying to talk to him, congratulating him, hugging him, anything to spend time with the incredible man. Y/N couldn’t blame them, but she also wanted to be able to go some place quiet and debrief with Harry about his outfits. She wanted to look up what people were saying about his clothes and discuss the critiques with Harry. She also wanted to start discussing what was coming next with Harry. But most of all, she just wanted to hang out with Harry.

What Y/N wanted wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, which she knew, but it still only grew her annoyance with that string. If only she could get it off of him, maybe then her mind would be able to relax a little.

She meandered backstage, resigned she wouldn’t be talking to Harry for a while. There she went to find the band’s dressing room, knowing she would find Mitch or Sarah who she’d be happy to talk to. They weren’t ones for the spotlight and no one ever really seemed to want to brownnose with them at events like this. Y/N had met them a few times.

The first was when Harry had asked Y/N to meet him in the studio in mid July, Mitch and Sarah had both been there helping Harry finish up something for the album. Y/N never asked what, she liked music quite a bit, but when it came to the technical part of it, it went completely over her head. Harry had introduced them both and they seemed lovely. After that, she had seen them around for an event or two of Harry’s. It wasn’t much, but it was more than any of the other people around right now.

Just as she was about to knock on the door it swung open, revealing Harry’s entire backing band. “Hey,” Y/N said sheepishly, “Harry’s being fawned over by the masses and I don’t actually know anyone else here. Is it alright if I hang out with you all at this after party? I doubt there’s going to be anyone really dying to meet the stylist.”

She smoothed her own clothes as she spoke. Y/N wanted to look professional tonight because sometimes when she was dressed in more fun or “young” clothes she got mistaken for someone who had snuck in. The only thing that got people to not question her authority to be where she was, was a card that read ‘staff’ that she would clip onto whatever she was wearing at places like this. Tonight, she chose a pair of purple plaid pants, a sleek lilac tank underneath a cream knit shawl, and cream Gucci mules.  Ever since Harry took an interest in Y/N’s pearl necklace, she had largely stopped wearing hers because she hoped never to be photographed matching with him. However, she had known the pearls would have completed the look, even putting them on in her hotel room, twisting a pearl in her hand as she looked in the mirror, and then taking the necklace off again and settling on a different silver necklace instead. The ‘staff’ card was clipped to her pants pocket tonight.

“Of course!” Sarah said as the band began to file out of the room, “You might want to take your tag off now, though, you’re done working for the night.”

Her laughter rang sweetly through Y/N’s ears and she smiled back before removing her identifying card. She hated the piece of plastic and was glad to take it off, it never went with her outfits, but she had gotten tired of taking out her business card every time someone asked what she was doing. Y/N was sure that during the tour she’d be fine without it, but as Harry’s show appearances were beginning to ramp up she knew it would be helpful to have.

“Thanks...you all were amazing out there tonight. Second time on the SNL stage right?”

The group of you began to walk in the direction of where the after party was being held. Mitch piped up, “Thanks. Yeah, I love their box stage setup, it’s pretty cool.” Y/N was happy that she had people who were easy to talk to so that she wouldn’t be alone tonight.

Arriving in the room of the party, they were all quick to grab the alcohol that was being provided at the pop up bar. Y/N wasn’t normally a fan of drinking at events like these, mainly because she was not usually invited to this part of the night and when she was she wanted to be alert. But she figured there wasn’t much else to do so she took a hearty sip of the champagne. It was a little sweet, her face scrunched.

“Too sweet?” Mitch questioned when he saw Y/N’s face.

“Just a little for my taste.”

“Harry’s not going to be drinking tonight then. So particular about his alcohol,” Mitch continued.

Y/N laughed, “Well I’m glad, then I don’t have to deal with him being a baby about his hangover tomorrow.”

Mitch quirked an eyebrow at Y/N’s statement. Sarah and the others in the band had dispersed to mingle with the SNL party goers, leaving Mitch and Y/N to their conversation.

Realizing what she said could be seen as slightly weird out of context, Y/N quickly started again, “because I’m supposed to go shopping with Harry tomorrow. He wanted to go to Gucci and a couple other stores here before flying to LA. I’m going back to London until the listening parties, so we need to figure out the finishing touches for those and..” Y/N trailed off trying to remember which looks weren’t completed yet for the next few shows, Mitch waited patiently, “a few of the suits for the Late Late Show. He’s not happy with one of them so we might switch it. But anyway, you know how he is with a hangover. Proper child.”

Mitch threw his head back in laughter at Y/N’s serious look that she gave him. “Yeah, he can be...a lot. I meant to tell you, Harry looked great tonight. All of the clothes were fantastic,” Mitch added.

He was kind and Y/N appreciated him sticking with her. The two of them had rested themselves against a wall near the bar, sipping their champagne and enjoying each other’s company.

“Thank you.”

Mitch opened his mouth to say something else, but Heidi Gardener, another SNL member interrupted.

“Y/N, right!?”

Y/N and Mitch both turn to her, equally taken aback by the sudden burst of energy from this person they didn’t really know. Y/N nodded.

“Oh my gosh! You have to tell me where you got the jacket Harry is wearing!”

Heidi even goes as far to point in Harry’s direction. Y/N knows what she’s talking about, but her eyes still wander to where she pointed. Harry stood in a clump of people, surrounded by Ben Winston, James Corden, and the Gerbers who had all come to watch. She sighed as she watched his eyes shine as he laughed with a smile on his face. She hoped that by now the string had fallen off his pants by now, if not she was going to kick herself later.

“Oh, it’s Bode,” Y/N’s eyes coming back to meet Heidi’s happy face, “but it’s custom made from a vintage blanket. There’s only two that exist.”

Y/N and Mitch watched as Heidi’s face dropped.

“And I’m pretty sure the designer owns the other one,” Y/N added, “Sorry.”

Heidi smiles and jokes, “Know any ways I could possibly get Harry to give me his?”

“He loves that coat. I have no idea what you could possibly do to convince him he didn’t need it anymore.”

“Sex, probably,” Mitch says under his breath.

Heidi doesn’t catch it as she walks back off and Y/N turns to swat him with her free hand.  

“What? He always gives away his clothes to girl’s he has crushes on.” Y/N rolls her eyes at Mitch’s words.

“Probably best if you don’t inform the masses about that,” a new voice says.

Unbeknownst to Mitch and Y/N, Harry had broken away from his entourage to steal a few minutes with his two friends, his best friends if he was being honest. They laugh together as he wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them both into his chest. Y/N feels the warmth radiating from Harry’s body as she snuggles into his side. Her hand wraps under his jacket and around his waist to squeeze right about his hip bone. His face is gleaming with a small sheen of sweat, but his smile is so big she barely notices his perspiration as he looks down at her.

“Heard you were talkin’ shit?”

Mitch quips, “Us? Never.”

Harry scoffs, “Come off it!”

When he releases Y/N and Mitch from his grasp, Mitch straightens up while Y/N’s eyes immediately go down to Harry’s crotch. She’s not paying attention to their conversation as she tries to make out in the dim light whether the string is gone or not. The men realize she’s not listening and they both follow her gaze.

Confused, Harry asks, “Y/N, any particular reason you’re staring at my dick?”

Her head shoots up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“I wasn’t!”

Mitch laughs and decides he wants another glass of champagne right then, mumbling something about how that was his cue. Harry smiles, knowing she wasn’t doing what he had said, but still intrigued to know what was going on in her mind.

“You had a string right on your zipper and it’s been bugging me since you went out for your outro. This is the first time I’ve seen you on your own and I couldn't exactly go up to you in a random crowd and grab at your crotch. But now I can’t see in this light…” Y/N bit at her lower lip and furrowed her brow still trying to see if the string was there.

“Have you really been thinking about it this whole time?” Harry asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes...I know it doesn’t matter, but I just want your clothes to look perfect.”

Harry takes a deep breath as he makes a small smile at Y/N. Then he brushes over the front of his pants, hoping he removes the string if it's still attached to him. “There, I’m sure it’s gone now. I’m sorry you had to worry about that. Just know everyone I’ve talked to has been raving about the clothes.” He placed his ring-clad hand on Y/N’s upper arm and squeezed it.

“You did an amazing job,” Y/N said.

Harry pulls her into his chest one more time. This time without Mitch so both of Harry’s arms go around her shoulders and both of hers go around his slender waist. Again her hands disappear under his coat and thumb over his warm white t-shirt, her face resting on his chest right next to the word ‘Sex’. His arms tighten around her back as they rest there for a while. Y/N always has to make herself pull away, knowing that Harry will stay there for as long as he can - in anyone’s embrace - and remembering they’re in a public setting, she didn’t want anyone to assume things, even if she had already been made aware that people had.

“We’ll debrief more later tonight, yeah? The champagne is terrible so I won’t be drinking,” Harry said.

Y/N laughed under her breath as she smiled at his words. Mitch and her knew Harry too well. She nodded about getting together later, “Alright. Get back to your fan club.” Harry narrowed her eyes at her words, not sure if she was trying to sound sarcastic or not.

-

Hey, I’m back at the hotel. Just let me know when you want to debrief :) x

Y/N texted Harry the minute she got back to the hotel, she had no idea if he had left before her or was still at the after party. All she knew was that it was late and she was starting to get tired. Still, it was important for them to talk about their plans for tomorrow and she also really wanted to just be with him alone. Whenever they would debrief after big events Harry and Y/N would laugh at all the outrageous stuff they had seen go on throughout the night.

When she was still a freelance stylist she had helped Harry to plan his Camp outfit at the Met Gala. That night, they never even went to bed and had to debrief about the clothes the next afternoon over tea at the Palace. Both her and Harry were recovering from their exhaustion and nursing equally terrible hangovers. But there they were, sitting in the center of the dining area of the hotel, being served some of the nicest tea and sandwiches Y/N had ever had. It was amazing. Y/N had never felt that rich in her life before and Harry had told her the craziest stories about the most famous people in attendance. It was almost unbelievable what these people would reveal to Harry and Y/N was happy to listen to all of it, promising to never tell anyone else. That outing was probably the first time Harry realized he really liked Y/N and wanted to work more closely with her.

While tonight wasn’t quite as wild as the Met Gala had been, Y/N was still excited to hear any funny stories Harry might have in addition to their clothing talk. They really hadn’t had much time to chat since she had gotten to New York yesterday so it would be nice to just be alone together. Even if Y/N chalked their debriefs up to ‘shop talk’, she was always very excited for them.

As she reached her hotel room door, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.

I’m still out, but should be heading back soon. Up to you if you want to wait up or we can just debrief in the morning while we shop. x H  

Y/N sighed at the message, she wanted to wait up and debrief before tomorrow, if not for alone time with Harry but professionally for being able to plan out their shopping tomorrow. Where Harry was carefree, Y/N was meticulous and planned out. She liked to have fun, but she knew when she had to get her work done, even when Harry was off in his own mind. Their work styles mostly coincided, Harry could be serious and focused, too, but often when he was surrounded by all his famous friends he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to whatever came up. So Y/N knew that Harry’s definition of ‘soon’ could range from actually soon to almost dawn. She really hoped he actually meant soon, so she shot him a text saying:

Just knock on my room and if I open it we can debrief lol x

Harry smiled down at his phone when Y/N’s text came through, slightly chuckling before double tapping and placing a heart reaction of her text. Then he was pulled into the limo that one of his friend’s had gotten them and was handed a flute of champagne.

Back at the hotel, Y/N threw her phone on the bed and decided to change and simply settle in for the night. If Harry made it back, he made it back and if he didn’t she’d wake up well rested.

Maybe thirty minutes into scrolling on her phone, Y/N heard a rough knock on her door. She was actually quite surprised that Harry had indeed been back soon. Rising from her snuggled place in the bed, she shifted around her night clothes and padded to her door. There stood, rather hung, a slightly disheveled Harry. His hair was whipped into disaster, something was smudged on his face, and she noticed a stain on his t-shirt that hadn’t been there the last time she’d been with him.

He slurred her name as he stumbled through the doorway. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She was in awe that somehow Harry hadn’t gotten off his ass in the past hour and a half.

“What happened to not drinking tonight?”

She walked beside him and helped shove him into a sitting position on her bed. He flapped his arms, chaotically trying to get his plaid jacket off. Throwing her phone in the direction of her pillow, she moved to help Harry with his jacket. After quite a bit of strugglings, Y/N finally got the Bode jacket off of him successfully and threw it onto the nearby chair. Sighing, she settled beside him.

“So, Harry, care to explain?”

“Hi, Y/N…” He swayed slightly, attempting to face Y/N more. She threw out a hand to his shoulder, gripping him tightly to try and steady him.

“We went in this limousine, and they had champagne - good champagne - and I drank a bottle or so pretty quickly.”

“Or so? Oh Harry...I mean you’re free to make your own choices, but I don’t know if this was one of your best.”

“Wasn’t...wasn’t my idea. I was planning on just going back to the hotel. Then James convinced me to come out for a bit. Then the champagne was looking good so I went for it.”

“Like I said, you can make your own choices,” she patted his arm and went to the en suite bathroom to wet a washcloth to clean off his face.

“So, is it champagne on your shirt or am I going to have to go through hell to get the stain out?” She called.

Harry groaned and leaned back on the bed, fingering at the crisp white sheets. “Champagne,” he finally muttered as Y/N reappeared into the dim room, only the outside world and the light in the bathroom lighting this area.

“And on the face?”

She climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside Harry’s prone body, beginning to swipe at the smudge on his face. He tilted his head to face her, bringing the cheek with the dirt to lay facing perfectly up. His jawline showed perfectly and she felt the strength that laid beneath the skin she was washing.

His eyes flitted up to her face, trying to stop the spins he was currently experiencing. He hadn’t thought he was that drunk until he had been required to find his way up to their floor on his own.

“Lipstick?”

She sighed, running the washcloth over his cheek once more, and tried to push the image of some woman (or man who wore lipstick, she guessed) with her lips all over Harry’s face. She didn’t want to know who it was or why it was. It was too hard, especially after the day of people asking her about Harry and her relationship and insinuating things about him and his romantic life. She just liked to keep the words Harry and romance apart as much as possible, it made her life easier that way.

“It was only from-”

“It’s ok, Harry, I don’t need to know who you were…” She stopped herself, not even wanting to say ‘kissing’ or ‘snogging’ or even worse ‘shagging’. Adults were human beings and they could do a lot in an hour and a half. And again, she didn’t want to know.

“You keep doing that. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Calling me Harry, not ‘H’. Is it because you’re mad at me?”

“No,” she sighed, shifting to sit more casually, “No, I’m not mad at you. I just wasn’t expecting you to show up at my door like this. I try not to worry about you, but then when you show up like this, it kind of affirms I had reason to be concerned.”

She took a hand and smoothed over Harry’s tousled hair, he rolled his head back to face the ceiling. “Like I said, you’re an adult, capable of making his own decisions. And, I am just your stylist. I’m just glad you made it up here and knocked on my door. Probably would have given someone else a fright.”

He laughed, starting to sober up as the spinning in the room stopped. Her hands on his face and hair were soothing and sobering.

“Thank you for caring about me, love. And going beyond being just my stylist, you’re my friend Y/N.”

His eyes flickered shut and Y/N stared at his soothed features. His words were still slurred and she was sure the use of love was just his britishness slipping through his drunken state. The part about being more than a stylist, she tried to push it away, telling herself not to read more into it than her heart would like to. Even though he said she was a friend as well as a stylist and not anything more, it still sent so much joy through her body. He didn’t just see her as a work colleague and he had said it. But in his inebriated state, Y/N didn’t want to take everything he said as gospel.

She moved him up the bed with a little bit of his sleepy self’s help into a more comfortable position. It was pretty late now and she wasn’t going to kick him out. It would have been rude and unkind and that were two things Y/N rarely was. She went and grabbed the extra blanket from the cabinet and draped it over Harry’s large body for extra warmth since he refused to get under the covers. She also slipped off his boots and stained shirt per his request before getting into the other side of the bed and falling asleep.

-

She awoke to a shifting body beside her and she sat up confused as to who it could be. Quickly, Harry showing up drunk at her door came flooding back and she turned to look at the groaning Harry beside her. His arm was thrown over his face as he moaned, just waking up as well and experiencing the first bits of his hangover. This was going to be a long day.

“Hullo,” his voice was especially low, groggy and hoarse from the night before. He peaked over at her from behind the crook of his elbow. His eyelids barely open and his eyelashes weighing them down so much so that she could barely see his sleepy jade eyes.

“Good morning, H. Have a nice rest?” Y/N sat up and began to ready herself for the day, rummaging through her suitcase for an outfit and moving about the room.

Harry’s arms went to his sides as he worked to sit up, eyes following her figure as she moved around, seemingly not groggy very much unlike him. “Erm...I’m sorry for showing up pissed.”

“S’fine, H. Just glad you didn’t end up in a ditch or someone’s bed - someone’s that you might regret…” She barely regards him, throwing a single glance his way before shuffling to the bathroom to change. She knows they’ll be photographed today, it’s almost inevitable right now. Everyone knows Harry is in New York and people are buzzing to see him after his performance last night. She slips on the 70s inspired dress, the v-neck and long sleeves settling perfectly on her frame, it hugs her curves and lands around mid-thigh. Rolling on the bold mustard yellow tights and strapping up the brown leather mary jane heels, she looks herself over in the mirror. She then tries to tame her hair and do the rest of her routine, knowing she needed to get on with the day, shopping first and flying home second. Making sure Harry was okay was also on that list, but she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t a little disappointed in him after last night.

When she returns, Harry is sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed, head hanging as he’s hunched over himself. “C’mon, you gotta get going, kid. Lots to do today.” She’s pacing over to Harry’s deflated figure to pick him up and prompt him to get moving. When she arrives by his side his head lifts and his now more awake eyes stare up at her.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, really. I mean it.”  

“I told you already. It’s fine.”

“It’s not - or it wasn’t. You called me ‘Harry’ last night. I don’t think I’ve heard you call me that to my face since we started working together. I took your answer last night because I was swimming in it, but now, thinking about it. I know you were upset.”

She huffs, taking a seat beside Harry on the bed, choosing to not look at him, slightly confused why she had been so upset and why he was pushing it. “Ok, yeah I was annoyed, but I was also genuinely worried. I didn’t know you could physically get that drunk in that small amount of time. And then you show up at my door with somebody else’s…” Y/N falters, catching her slip up and deciding to fix her gaze on her shoes and their intricate design built into the leather.

“You’re upset that I had lipstick on me?” He’s trying to meet Y/N’s gaze, but her eyes are really interested in her shoes. His tone is confused, he’s trying to understand what’s going on in her mind.

She scoffs, risking a glance to Harry but then returns quickly back to her dress this time. “Please...it was just inconvenient for me, okay? Thought we were going to debrief and stayed up late for you. Then I had to take care of you after you hung out with your famous pals and I had barely even seen you all day. Felt a bit used.”

Harry shifted in the bed, turning to face her by tucking one leg beneath him. He places a hand on hers that was placed on the end of her dress. Her eyes finally meet with his and she feels her breath slightly catch in her throat. His eyes are piercing, his gaze intense, maybe even a tinge of anger. “Y/N, I would never have come to your room if I even had an inkling that this would be how you’d interpret it . Even though I was drunk, I wanted to see you, that’s why I came up here, because I wanted to be with my friend, one of my best friends, not because I just needed some pushover to care for me.”

She sighs, feeling icky still about the whole situation. She sometimes found herself in fights that she never intended, she wished she hadn’t said anything at all. But she also knew that wasn’t healthy either. Flipping her hand, she intertwines her fingers with Harry’s and smiles for the first time that morning. His expression softens at it. “Look, I’m sorry too, H. It honestly wasn’t that big of a deal, but I appreciate that you’re such a great guy and boss to want to truly apologize and make sure I’m comfortable and happy… Oh, and I promise I’ll never call you anything but H from here on out - unless you tell me otherwise.”

He cackles unabashedly at her words, before suddenly clutching at his temple with his free hand. “Fuckin’ hangover,” he mumbles. She smiles and stands up, beginning to throw his shirt and shoes from the end of the bed at him, “You need to get ready. Go pop some advil or whatever. My flights at 5 so we haven’t got all day, H.”

“There she is,” Harry grins, beginning to put back on the stained ‘Sex’ shirt.

As he hustles out of the room, shoes in hand, she calls to him one last request, “When you’re in fresh clothes make sure you bring me that stained shirt. Gonna have to spot clean it when I’m back in London!”

“Of course! And we’ll debrief as we shop, yeah?”

“Yes!”

The two of them were shouting to each other as the door continued to close on them. Chuckling to herself, she begins to pack up her room, knowing she had to check out before they left. Her spirits already lifted, she doesn’t even notice as she throws Harry’s forgotten Bode jacket into her suitcase with some other items that had been on her chair. She wouldn’t notice it until she was back in London unpacking from the trip.

Shutting the case, she springs back up from her crouched position and walks to look in the full length mirror again. Her fingers run the length of her dress, leafing over the slightly darker brown embroidered flowers that were woven into the tan fabric. She squints as she turns sideways and pops a heel up behind her. It looks good, but something is missing. Rummaging through her carry-on she pulls out her old butterfly bandana she used as a head scarf and begins to fix it into place on her head. Placing large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, she feels like the look is complete and gives herself some poses in the mirror; a peace sign, an air kiss, a Marilyn Monroe. She laughs at herself.

A knock on the door shakes her from her childish fun. Straightening up, Y/N saunters over to the door, swinging it open with ease. “H?”

“You ready?” Harry stands in a fresh pair of Marni trousers paired with a striped orange and mauve Marni sweater. He, like Y/N, had this thing about wearing the brand you planned to shop at. He didn’t always stick to his rule, but he usually didn’t like to wear Gucci when he shopped at Gucci.

“Yeah, just need to check out and drop my baggage at the front to be held for later.” Y/N slips through the door and notes how his outfit compliments hers. She wouldn’t mention it, but it's something to think about since he had known what she was wearing. She wasn’t sure why she noticed things like that, if asked, her answer would probably be that it was the stylist in her, just her job.

-

Stepping out of a black town car on the side street next to Gucci to go in the side entrance would never get old for Y/N. She had never really enjoyed the idea of fame, but from a young age she had known she wanted to be able to afford the finer things in life. Going into the Gucci store now, especially with Harry, was like going to the candy store once you’re a grown up and can buy whatever you want rather than what your parents will allow you to.

Today, Harry and Y/N didn’t have as much time as they would usually like to spend in the store, but they were just happy to be doing what they loved. Y/N had been ecstatic to find out Harry found shopping to be an essential part of his life and that he liked to do his outfit shopping in person rather than online. Trying on clothes and picking out things you liked just was so much more fulfilling when you were in the physical store. Then make that all happen with Harry Styles as the buyer, then it was a real party. The stores liked to pull out their Champagne and clear the store to allow him privacy, specifically when it was for clothes for projects under wraps. In the beginning of her employment, it was only ever Harry who would do the trying on of clothes, but as the two of them got acquainted and comfortable with each other, she found herself trying things Harry would pick out for her. At first, she would veto some items saying they were too expensive for her, but eventually she learned that her new salary covered whatever it was. She had always enjoyed designer labels and choosing to be a stylist meant she had nice clothes, but only working for Harry had caused her closet to double in size and triple in value.

“So we are looking for some trousers today,” she tells the worker at the store, reminding them of what she had already called ahead about. The employee nods and proceeds to lead them into the room where they had laid out an assortment of pants for Harry to pick from.

“What do you think of these?” Harry walks out and strikes a pose, popping one of his hips to the side and his hands on his hips. The pants strain around his thighs, but fit practically perfectly everywhere else. His slim waist is perfectly encircled by the fabric and he’s decided the sweater he was wearing didn’t match them and he’d rather go shirtless. This choice technically should allow her to solely focus on the pants, but it actually makes her focus that much more diverted. She makes a spinning motion with her pointer finger as she purses her lips. He takes a quick spin and the boot cut slightly flares with his movement. The pants are a dark brown with a single plaid crossing in a lighter brown. They are only lightly flared, which she prefered to the extreme flare that some of Harry’s suits had. She narrows her eyes at the pants to keep her gaze from shifting to the taut muscles of Harry’s arms and torso or the dark ink that licked over his skin in the beautiful designs of his choice.

“They’re nice,” she pulls up a picture of the top part of the outfit he was planning on wearing, “Do you think they match with this though?” Harry walks over to her seated position and bends to look at her phone. His skin radiates heat and the smell of his cologne and she sniffles slightly with her sensitive nose. His eyes flicker to her face when he notices her little noise, but returns to looking at the phone when she doesn’t spare him a glance. She felt his gaze on her, but couldn’t bring herself to look from the phone. She knew his proximity would make it even harder for her to keep her eyes off his naked torso. The expensive smell of Harry mixed with the expensive smell of the store was a lot to handle.

“Yeah...no. You think they’re not right,” she widens her eyes at Harry’s words when he pulls away. He turns to the mirror in the open dressing room and fiddles with the waistline of the pants. “I agree,” he finishes before stalking back into the room and shutting the heavy velvet curtain that worked as the door to it.

He tries on five more pairs of trousers and finally settles on two pairs for the two different listening parties. A heavier, wool-tweed pair that was dark brown and then a lighter brown tweed pair. He was still in the lighter pants as he stared into the mirror. He beckoned to Y/N, and she quickly set down the flute of Champagne she had been sipping at lazily as he admired himself.

“Is it possible for you to take it in a bit more,” he says in a hushed tone to her, not wanting the workers to overhear. They were helpful but if they overheard they would wait for the store to tailor the trousers and he preferred for Y/N to do it. He rubs at the waistline again and she moves closer, her hands going to his sides. Her fingertips graze the naked skin above the trousers and Harry shivers at the coldness of the new touch. She ghosts softly over the waistline herself and smooths the fabric until she’s pinching a small amount on each side. She hums, pulling back from Harry and looking at the fit of them now, examining whether that makes them look better.

Then she nods and smiles up at Harry, “Ever the slender waist,” he grins right back as she admires him. She knew how much he liked praise and she was happy to give it to him, especially when he was so deserving. “I’d say size down, but then your thighs and bum might strain the fabric too much.” His face turns to a smirk as she blushes at her words. She releases the fabric and takes a hand to pat Harry’s smooth chest before walking back to her seat on the lovely couch.

“You sure you don’t want to try anything on, Y/N? Saw some killer boots when we walked in that screamed you.” Harry calls from behind the curtain, presumably getting redressed. Her laugh comes through the curtain slightly muffled, yet still a sweet melody in Harry’s ears.

“Definitely not now, we’re leaving any minute. Plus, I’ve got plenty of Gucci boots, don’t even show me them or I’ll be tempted.”

His laughter rings through the curtains, loud and unrestrained. She smiles to herself, unable to discourage the pleasure that weaves through her at the sound. His presence in all the different ways she experienced it was instantly comforting.

-

When she arrives back to her London flat, she practically flops on her couch once she’s inside the door. Her luggage forgotten at the door, as she shrugs off her coat. It was around 7 am because she had chosen to take the red eye for some reason. She groaned as she thought about the day ahead of her. Even though Harry was halfway across the globe, she still had plenty of work to do. She had to finalize the outfits for the listening parties now that they had the pants to complete the looks. Then she had to start thinking about Harry’s December appearances. She had sent ahead his Late Late outfits that he had needed in Los Angeles for the pre-filming, but she still had to deal with the outfits for the live part of the show.

Today, she was set to go pick up the other pieces needed for the listening parties as well as items for the Graham Norton Show and Jingle Ball. She was most excited for her travels because that meant looking at brand new clothes that were perfect and gorgeous. She also knew she needed to spot clean Harry’s shirt, which didn’t spark as much joy in her tired mind.

The idea of the shirt staining with alcohol was what brought her out of her snuggling with her comfy couch. Sure, it couldn’t get that bad, but still she was a worrier and it would pain her if the iconic shirt got ruined. She padded back over to her luggage, now without her jacket or shoes. Her major suitcase got flipped on its side and she began to unzip it. It came open easily seeing as it was stuffed with her clothes and various items. She had to rummage a minute for Harry’s shirt that seemed to have run away inside the bag. Finally, the large white shirt made itself known and she grasped it happily.

As she looked over the stain near the collar of the shirt, her eyes traveled to a piece of fabric peeking out of her suitcase. It was a familiar blue, cream and white. A specific fabric she would never misplace, would never not recognize. Harry’s plaid Bode jacket. It was iconic and she loved it, but why did she have it in her suitcase. She definitely didn’t mean to have it, it’s genuinely just one of Harry’s jackets so it wouldn’t make sense for her to bring it back with the show's wardrobe. She tries to think back to yesterday, when she was still in New York. Thinking about why she would have it, she places the memories of Harry coming to her room, taking off his coat, and accidentally leaving it in her room all fit together. She must have just absentmindedly placed it in her suitcase without even realizing. She’s sure Harry wouldn’t mind, she’d shoot him a text, though, to tell him she had it. So he wouldn’t worry about whether he’d lost it or not.

When she gets ready for the day, she finds herself being drawn to blue and cream. Her outfit is understated and she just knows the jacket would finish the look. She loved that jacket and now that she had it, would it be a big deal if she wore it out. She figured it was fine. After she grabbed her purse, keys, and other essentials, she slipped on the coat. Harry was very broad shouldered and it hung oversized on her. She loved the look and snapped a selfie in the mirror before she headed out. While it felt a little narcissistic to constantly take photos of herself, she felt like as a stylist it was important to document her looks just as much as she documented her clients.

What she didn’t think about is just how much the rest of the world liked to document her client and those who were seen with her client. She didn’t think about how she had just been seen with Harry yesterday. That thought didn’t even cross her mind as she walked around the streets of London picking up her work. As she saw some photographers out and about (whom she assumed were for famous celebrities, not her). How it might seem with her wearing the Bode jacket Harry had worn on SNL two nights ago. The Bode jacket that there were only two of.

None of it crossed her mind. Not until it was the end of the day and she had a whole slew of texts from Harry’s manager. A few from Harry, and others but the other fifteen were solely from Jeff. She was a bad texter so as she walked into her flat and finally looked at her phone after putting down all of her garment bags her eyes went wide.

Please tell me you’re not out in London right now!

What are you wearing??

That cannot be Harry’s jacket Y/N

Seriously?

Please call me.

CALL ME. NOW.

      - All from Jeff.

She grimaced. The others from her friends including Harry would have to be ignored right now. Even if Harry was her boss, Jeff was who she had to deal with when it came to public appearances and it didn’t seem like she could get around this one. Normally, she never had to deal with him, but it seems today wasn’t normal.

- 

part 2

[ibuki-says]

Misaki Ito || The SHSL Blogger

(art by: @metamatronic)

Misaki Ito  Ultimate Blogger General ═════ Name: Misaki Ito

Nicknames:  Ultimate Journalist - Misaki really wishes this was her ultimate title rather than blogger. She feels as though journalist is more of a refined title, while blogger just sounds juvenile, like she’s writing boppy fluff articles in a teen magazine. Luckily, most of her friends comply, but her case fell on deaf ears when it came to the board of Hope’s Peak. So she’s still officially known as the Ultimate Blogger. 

Age: Officially 22 but appears as her 17 year old self during the events of the game

Gender: Misaki is female 

Sexual Orientation: Misaki is bisexual, with really no preference for any gender

Birthday: September 15th

Zodiac: Virgo

Nationality: Japanese 

Appearance ═════

Hair Color: Misaki’s hair is dark blue

Hair Length & Style: The front bangs of Misaki’s hair fall right above her eyes, while the sides right beside her bangs fall down to slightly below her shoulders. However, the back of her hair is cut short and reaches down just below her jawline. 

Height: 5’6”

Weight: Misaki’s weight fluctuates, but tends to stay around 130-140 pounds

Eye Color: tumeric

Clothing ═════ Casual One/In Game Outfit:  Misaki’s casual outfit would be a denim overall skirt that reaches to just above her knees. The buttons on the overalls are shaped like stars. Underneath her overalls, she has a white, short sleeve button up shirt. However, this is mostly concealed by a light blue cardigan she also wears. The long sections of her hair are held back by little hair clips shaped like speech bubbles. She also has thigh high white socks and short, brown high heeled booties. 

Pajamas:  Misaki’s pajamas consist of an oversized light blue t-shirt and white shorts. 

Personality ═════ Personality: Most of the time, Misaki is regarded as a relatively no-nonsense character. When she’s somewhere, she’s there to find the story and the facts, she doesn’t have time for anything else. She strives to be taken seriously among her peers and higher ups, her desperation for validation is a huge part of her existence. However, most people that know her would never guess how deeply this is rooted inside of her. She makes a point to keep a cool head and never let on how much pressure that’s on her, most of it that was placed there herself. She’s determined to get what she wants, and will stop at nothing until she reaches her goals, at the expense of herself and her relationships in the process. One can imagine how her heart dropped when her official title from Hope’s Peak Academy had deemed her ‘The Ultimate Blogger.’ It seemed as though everything she’s worked so hard for had come crashing down in an instant. Suddenly, she felt the need to work even harder and more seriously to even achieve a crumb of respect in the field of journalism. With all of this pressure, there’s a part of her that would love nothing more than to relax and focus on the fluff pieces expected of her and only do some hard-hitting pieces every once and a while. That and being able to focus on her relationships, she has a hidden hopeless romantic heart that wishes to just snuggle up with someone and spoil them rotten. Being spoiled rotten definitely wouldn’t hurt much either. However as long as she keeps up her workaholic ways, neither of these appear completely feasible.

Phobias/Fears: Atychiphobia - Fear of failure Gelotophobia- Fear of being laughed at Soteriophobia - Fear of dependence on others Lilapsophobia- Fear of tornadoes and hurricanes

Love Language: ACTS OF SERVICE AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Either Or ═════ Hope or Despair: hope ═════ Introvert or Extrovert: introvert ═════ Leader or Follower: leader ═════ Earlybird or Nightowl: nightowl ═════ Careful or Careless: careful ═════ Street Smart or Book Smart: book smart ═════ Honest or Deceitful: deceitful

═════ Stats  ═════ Fighting: 3/10 Intelligence: 8/10 Running: 2/10 Swimming: 3/10 Jumping: 2/10 Stealth: 9/10 Lying: 9/10 Friendliness: 6/10 Sociableness: 7/10 Leadership: 7/10

Relationships ═════ Possible Love Interests -  Byakuya Togami - One person Misaki never expected to ever meet in person was Byakuya Togami. Getting an interview with any of the prestigious Togami family would be any journalist’s dream, especially since they’re notoriously tight lipped about anything besides the typical corporate jargon. To be attending school with the heir of said prestigious family?  This was the opportunity of a lifetime! Unfortunately, she also never expected was quite how...abrasive he could be. However, Misaki’s persistence and determination for a story outweighs her reservations about the stone-cold progeny. She makes her intentions incredibly clear, for a purely informative piece about his family, not looking to harm his family’s name in any way. Evidently, he really doesn’t believe her and snubs her every attempt at an interview. The two are at a stalemate, neither side willing to back down. And as time goes on and they spend more time together, it is possible their interests and reservations may begin to change. 

Kyoko Kirigiri - Kyoko Kirigiri is an absolute enigma to the inquisitive mind that is Misaki Ito. Seemingly naturally equipped with all of the skills needed for murder investigating, coupled with a mysterious aura and a side of memory loss? This was the kind of thing Misaki only read about in novels! She offers Kyoko her help in remembering her identity, what with investigation being a large part of being a journalist and everything. Naturally, Kyoko is skeptical and keeps her at an arms length, though as Misaki’s no-nonsense workaholic nature reminds her of her own, she eventually does agree to allow her to help. Ironically, as they become closer, her growing affection for Kyoko is what helps her begin to learn to relax a little when it comes to her work. Though this was mostly due to her reprimanding Kyoko for working too hard and not getting rest before the reclusive detective would turn it right back on Misaki for doing the same thing. They have a mutual respect for another and therefore will relent to the other if they notice they’re running on fumes.

Killing Game Information ═════ Status:  Dead 

Murdered or Executed?:  Murdered 

How They Were Murdered?: TBD

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