#quick donut critique

[germ-t-ripper]

Germ T Ripper’s quick donut critique #94

[inkofamethyst]

November 2, 2023

Mmmm in the mood for some of those shortbread cookies I used to bake all the time in college. Maybe with some strawberry or blackcurrant jam. More economical (and probably healthier) than buying lofthouse cookies or oreos biweekly lol.

Bernadette Banner released another sewing video and the cape is so lovely, as is the little bag collab she has. I'm slowly getting into purses and the price is definitely steep, but I could totally save for it over time (this strategy also ensures I'm actually interested in the item rather than reacting to an influencer (even though I probably could just buy it outright, the waiting period serves an important purpose)). The other purses at that shop are just darling too. Anyway she released the video and the bag was out of stock in less than a day lol.

The dynamic contrast of Kronos Revealed (M Giacchino) brings me to tears sometimes. And I know part of it has to do with instrumentation and maybe even mixing but it's just so masterful. The Incredibles soundtrack really is something beyond. The BTAS orchestration is so amazing and has a similar nostalgic quality to it that modern superhero movies just aren't hitting (not that they need to, as style trends change across all industries, plus the settings are quite different). Music can give content so much more than an emotional route for the viewer to follow. For me, music plays such a huge role in giving a movie/show/game/video a sense of setting. When created with intention and care, it can help turn the setting into a character beyond a sandbox for the actors, I think, for me.

Today I'm thankful that we're over halfway through the semester. And, in the effort to celebrate little wins, I'm also thankful that I'm slowly but surely learning this semester, specifically from regen. While I may not be as quick with my thoughts/critiques/questions as the undergrads in that class (and I've kind of just settled into that discomfort, though I probably should put in extra effort to reach their level, I'm just putting my energy elsewhere (I wonder how long I can keep saying that "I'm adjusting")), I am taking in the information about experimental techniques! One of the postdocs in the lab gave a presentation this week, and I was able to understand a lot more about the methodology than I would have at the beginning of the semester!!! Maybe I didn't get everything, but this is progress.

Also, some rapid-fire's: Thankful that my evodevo prof extended the take home exam time via email sent exactly a minute after I woke up this morning to write three essays (that I'd previously outlined) in four hours (and while it probably would've worked [edit: lol] (I timed my sleep so well) I'm glad I didn't have to put it to the test) because I most certainly had overbooked myself this week (okay maybe these aren't going to be as rapid fire as I'd thought). Thankful for free hot apple cider and an apple donut this morning at some random event in front of my department's building on the coldest morning of the semester so far (first time having an apple donut and it was so good those people may have a repeat customer)!!!! Thankful that I don't have to care about my grades as much these days because otherwise I'd probably be spiraling after today's regen exam/quiz thing haha. ha. [edit 2, the following tuesday: I did better than I did the first exam...? feeling like this class is kinda graded on "did you try?" vibes and I don't hate it but it is certainly odd (maybe I just can't accept that I understand more than I think I do and it's just a lot of imposter syndroming)] Thankful that the postdoc I've been working with/learning from this week is a lot more chill as a person than her demeanor when evaluating other people's work initially led me to believe. Thankful that the undergrads in the lab are really cool (they know so much more than me lol)!!! And lastly, thankful that I actually got a 95, not an 89, on my anatomy midterm (even though, of course, I don't care :P) [edit: must clarify that I did not submit for a regrade bc I actually don't care enough to make the effort for that, they just did a whole-class one].

[tobesolonely]

kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry​ for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface​ for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol 

talk to me about harry and y/n! let me know your thoughts!!

my ko-fi! thank you :)

From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

Eventually, you finished your undergraduate career, successfully completed student teaching with the highest praise from your superiors and colleagues, obtained your teaching credentials, and even went back to school to get your Master’s degree. So, it was much to everyone’s surprise when you settled on being a Kindergarten teacher. People assumed that because you completed so much schooling, you wanted to be a university professor. However, the thought never even crossed your mind. You always thought Kindergarten teachers were the most impressionable people out there and knew you wanted to be one.

To you, there was no greater responsibility than that of a Kindergarten teacher. It was your responsibility to teach your students reading, writing, art, and music at the most basic level. You showed them how to play with others, how to be kind, and give them the tools necessary to succeed once they leave your classroom. You were the first teacher your students ever had, so you needed to make them fall in love with school instead of hate it, considering they’d have to stick to it until they were at least eighteen. 

You’ve been a credentialed Kindergarten teacher for the last three years, and you’ve loved every moment of it. You were one of the younger teachers at school, but you never felt left out. Your colleagues were amazing people who often shared tips and tricks they wish they knew when they first started teaching.

Now, you were groggily unlocking the door to your classroom, feeling those first-day-of-school jitters you always felt. You knew kindergarteners weren’t there to harshly critique you. Still, you wanted them to go home and tell their parents about how excited they were to have you as a teacher, not run home in tears. That never happened, of course, but you didn’t want to take any chances. You drop your keys and mutter a quiet, “Shit!” setting your travel mug filled with coffee on the ground and readjust the box of donuts you had for your kids on your hip. As you reach for your keys, you hear a deep voice ask if you need help. You quickly turn around, eyes wide from being startled.

“Oh! You scared me,” you place your free hand over your chest. “But yeah, actually, that’d be great. I’m struggling to get my door open.” The man nods, his own keys he wore around his neck jangling as he retrieves first your keys, then your coffee mug.

“I’m Harry– Mr. Styles, if you want,” he holds your keys out for you to take, your coffee mug still in his large hands. “Uh, I’m the new Kindergarten teacher.” You give him a confused look and trade the box of donuts in your arms for your keys, opening the door. “The last one, Mrs. Brown, I think it was, I guess she decided a few weeks back that she wanted to retire.” You get your door open and walk inside your classroom, turning on the lights. It was a little stuffy, considering you hadn’t been there to open any windows in about a month.

“Oh, that’s right! Welcome,” you give him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N– Miss Y/L/N if you want.” A slight blush appears on his cheeks. “We’re gonna be working together then, it seems. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mrs. Brown, but it’ll be nice to collaborate with someone closer to my age, you know?” Harry nods, and you realize he still had your coffee mug and box of donuts in his hands. “You can just set that on my desk, thanks for helping out. Would you like a donut?”

“Um, I- it’s okay,” he stammers, setting the items down. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ll probably crash if I have a donut first thing in the mornin’.” You smile at him and move to open all your windows and the back door, wanting the stuffy classroom to air out a bit before the children got here. 

“I totally get that,” you giggle, walking back over to your desk. “Are you excited about the first day? I always get a little nervous. I also talk a lot when I’m nervous, I’m sure you caught onto that.” 

For the first time that morning, Harry laughs. “Yeah, I’m nervous, too. ’ve never taught in the States before, so this is a bit new to me.” He’s playing with the keys hanging from his lanyard. 

“I noticed you had an accent, but I didn’t know if it was weird to ask about it. What brings you to California?” You open the box of donuts and take one out, wanting to eat it before it gets cold, and the glaze hardens.

“Uh, I went to University here, but when I graduated, I decided to go back home and teach for a couple of years. I really missed being here though and wanted to come back, so I got my credentials, and uh, here I am,” he tells you with a grin, and you notice he has deep dimples. 

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” you tell him earnestly. “The kids are just gonna love your accent, too!” you joke and Harry laughs for the second time that day. 

“If all else fails, ’m hopin’ to charm everyone over with my accent,” he stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I better finish getting situated. It’s fifteen til, and I reckon the children will be arriving soon, yeah?” He asks. You nod. 

“Best to be waiting at parent drop-off too, there are always a few parents that are just as nervous as their babies, if not more, and could use a quick pep talk.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know. I was thinking about standing out there anyway, just to make a good first impression.” You take another bite of your donut, giving him a thumbs up. 

“You’ve got this, Harry. I know you’re not completely clueless since you’ve taught before, but I know the first day can be a little intimidating. You know where I am if you need anything.” He gives you a grateful smile, quietly thanking you before turning to walk out the door. You’re left thinking about your new coworker, only being pulled from your thoughts of him when the first bell rings.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Miss Y/L/N. Are you all excited to get this school year started?” A chorus of high-pitched yeses fills the room, and you smile warmly at your class. “I’m so excited that you’re all here! I have a little surprise for each of you!” You grab the box of donuts and walk back to the rug in the center of the room that the children usually sat on for storytime. Little gasps fill your ears, and they all say, “Donuts!” and “Yummy!”. You smile at the kids again, already feeling overwhelmed with how adorable they were. 

“We all get a donut?” one little girl asks, her eyes wide. You nod at her.

“Of course! Everyone will get a donut, sweetie.” You move to get the plastic food gloves you kept so you can safely hand out a donut to everyone. “Okay guys, I’m going to pass a stack of napkins around the room. Take one and pass the stack to the person sitting next to you. Does that make sense?” All the students nod their heads in confirmation, so you grab a stack and hand them to the child sitting closest to you. “Once the last person has their napkin, let me know, and then it’ll be donut time!” You say this over-enthusiastically, and the children squirm in their seats in excitement.

As you go around handing out donuts to each of your students, you learn their names and ask them to tell you one fun fact about them. Most children say things like, “I have a brother/sister!” or “I can run really fast!”, and you find it absolutely adorable. One thing you loved the most about teaching five-year-olds was their ability to think everything was cool. It was comforting to know that no matter what you did, they’d find you cool, and your first-day jitters quickly dissipated. As the children eat their donuts, you read them a story, putting on different voices for all the various characters. You show them how to raise their hand when they have something they’d like to share and remind them to use their “listening ears” when you or one of their classmates are speaking.

When it’s time for recess, you show them how to line up quietly at the door, and assign a line leader and a hall monitor. You remind the children that they will all get a turn at these tasks eventually because it’ll switch every week, and not to worry. As you’re walking down the hall backward (one of your teachers walks that you’d finally perfected), you hear Harry’s voice.

“Okay Room Ten, we’re gonna go out to the playground now, where you all will get to play every recess and lunch. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He asks them, and you hear little voices chattering out to him in excitement. You can’t help but peek into his classroom as you walked by, as his door was open. He didn’t see you because he was busy organizing his class into a straight line, so you keep going. Your class, who, much to your surprise, was walking very quietly, got loud once they saw the Kindergarten play area had a slide and monkey bars.

“We get to play on this?” one of your students, Destiny, questions. 

“Yup! This is a pretty cool play area, isn’t it?” They nod and stare at you, waiting for direction. “Oh, you can all go play and run around, get some of that energy out. When the bell rings, though, I want you to listen to the yard teachers because they’re gonna help get you all lined back up so we can go back inside. Deal?” The children give you nods and thumbs up, and you grin at them, telling them to have fun and be nice to one another. As you’re turning to go to the teacher’s lounge to refill your mug of coffee, you see Harry walking down the hallway with his class, and decide to wait for him. He gives his class the same spiel you gave yours and tells them to “Treat each other with kindness” before noticing you waiting for him.

“Hey,” he gives you a grin, looking far more relaxed than he did when you saw him earlier that morning. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s great,” you reply, leading him in the direction of the teacher’s lounge. “They’re all adorable.”

“Yeah, don’t know what I was so nervous fo’. They’re great. Also, you’re right,” Harry has an amused look on his face. “The first thirty minutes of ’em bein’ there was just them askin’ me to say things because they think I sound funny.” 

“I told you!” you exclaim, laughing at him. “A British accent is definitely not something we hear every day, not here at least.”

“I figured,” he replies, and silence falls between you. “Where are we going, by the way?”

You stop in front of a blue door and sift through the keys on your lanyard, finally finding the one you were looking for. “Teacher’s lounge. Have you had the chance to check it out yet?” He shakes his head, and you pull open the door after having unlocked it. “After you.” He shakes his head and steps back, signaling you go ahead of him. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he gives you a defensive look.

“What? ‘M a gentleman. Ladies first,” he insists, holding the door open. You walk inside the room, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. There aren’t many teachers in the lounge. You figure they all must be in their classrooms, trying to do some last-minute organization and lesson planning amidst the first day of school chaos. However, a few colleagues that you’re rather fond of are in the room, so you take it upon yourself to introduce them to Harry.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a relaxing morning!” They chuckle lightly at your sarcasm. “I’d like you all to meet Mr. Harry Styles. He’s the new Kindergarten teacher that took Mrs. Brown’s place.” A look of realization washes over all three teachers’ faces, and they warmly greet him. Harry goes around, shaking each of their hands, voice dripping with charm.

“Lovely to meet you all. Looking forward to collaborating,” he tells them quietly. They begin engaging in polite conversation, so you leave Harry’s side, walking over to the coffee station to get what you came for before recess was over. He joins you shortly after, grabbing a disposable cup. “They were a nice bunch.” He mutters, pouring the steaming coffee into his cup. You hum in agreement.

“Everyone here is nice. The lounge is usually much more crowded than this. Everyone else must be in their rooms,” you flick your wrist up to check the time. “We got some time to sit down and breathe for a bit if you’d like? Unless you wanted to get back to your room.”

“‘M in no rush, trust me,” he tells you, flashing you a small smile. “Let’s take a seat.” Harry walks over to an unoccupied couch and sits down slowly, taking care not to spill his coffee. 

“You didn’t want a lid?” you question when you see him struggling. He shrugs.

“Not necessary. Jus’ some extra plastic,” you hum and look down at your lap. You were quickly learning that Harry was not a big talker, and he liked to get his point across in as few words as possible. Him being a Kindergarten teacher contradicted heavily with his rather bashful demeanor, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

“Do you live nearby, or is your commute long?” you ask him after a few moments of silence. As soon as you ask the question, you internally cringe, feeling like it was too invasive. If Harry thought the question was weird, he doesn’t show it.

“I live in town. I actually walked here today, believe it or not,” he tells you with a chuckle. “Was such a beautiful morning that I figured I should.” Every time you think Harry can’t possibly get any more captivating, he does, and you find yourself biting back a smile.

“How long is your walk?” You cross your legs and then uncross them, a nervous habit that you had. Harry takes a sip of coffee, mulling your question over.

“I’d say it took me about twenty minutes. I was walkin’ at a pretty leisurely pace, though,” Harry shrugs. “How about you? Do you live nearby?”

“I also live in town, but I’m way too lazy to walk, so props to you,” you smile. “The best thing about living around here is seeing your kids out in public. It’s the cutest thing.” Harry smiles, not saying anything else. A silence falls over the two of you again but instead of feeling the need to fill it, you just sit beside him, drinking your coffee. Your mind wanders off to what you were going to do for the rest of the school day, if you had enough groceries in your apartment for dinner or if you should go grocery shopping after work, and if you remembered to pay your bills on time. The bell rings to signify the end of recess, and you jump slightly.

“Ready to go back?” Harry asks, standing up and walking back over to the coffee station. “Think’m gonna get a bit more.” You go to stand by the door, waiting for him to pour another cup of coffee. He quickly rejoins you, and the coffee sloshes a bit, some getting on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Hope those lil’ buggers got some of their energy out.”

“Right! Mine was even more hyper than they probably would’ve been ’cause I gave them those donuts this morning,” you laugh. “So, for my sake, I hope so too.” When you and Harry arrive back at the Kindergarten play area, your classes are already lined up quietly awaiting instruction, thanks to the yard teachers. You and Harry both thank them and move to stand in front of your kids. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of your children calls out from the back of the line. “Can we get more donuts when we go back inside?” You see Harry smile out of the corner of your eye as he’s giving instruction to his class.

“There are no more donuts, you guys ate them all! I have something even cooler than donuts planned for us, though, okay? Now, remember what I told you all about walking quietly, right? Mr. Line Leader, how does your line look? Do you think we’re all set to go back inside?” The child you appointed line leader turns around to look at everyone, occasionally shushing some people. After a few moments, he turns back to you, giving you a thumbs up. 

Harry moves to stand beside you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna eat lunch together and do some planning? I feel like it would be a good idea for us to be teachin’ the same things, more or less.” Your body feels warm all over, and you just look at him and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Harry smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. At a normal volume, he says, “See you then, Miss Y/L/N.” 

Upon entering Harry’s room, you’re immediately met with the scent of vanilla and the loud hum of the air conditioning. It was bright, adorably decorated, and surprisingly decluttered. It was the polar opposite of your room, and you found it very welcoming and comforting. “Nice set-up you’ve got going on in here,” you tell him. He jumps in his seat at his desk, not having heard you come in.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles, face going red. “You scared me. Thanks, though. My sister helped me decorate, I don’t really have an eye for this type of stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. 

“Well, if you ever need any help decorating for back to school and your sister isn’t around, I’d be more than happy to help.” Harry smiles and suddenly gets up from his chair, offering it to you.

“Please, take my seat. I’ll just sit in one of the kids’ chairs,” he rolls it towards you, and you shake your head, about to object, but he interrupts you. “It’s okay, Y/N. Their chairs aren’t that bad.” You take the seat Harry was just in, mumbling a quiet thank you. He hums and pulls a tiny chair up beside you, legs scraping loudly across the floor. When he sits down in it, you can’t but burst out laughing.

“Harry, that chair is so tiny! Are you sure you don’t want me to sit there instead? You look so uncomfortable,” you tell him in between laughs. “This is your classroom, after all, I’m just a guest.” Harry shakes his head, cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. ‘M perfectly comfortable in this lil’ miniature chair,” he looks at the lunch bag you sat on his desk. “What’s for lunch?” You reach for your sack and unzip it, pulling out a pre-packaged salad from Trader Joe’s.

“I’m very lazy when it comes to packing my lunches,” you admit sheepishly, pulling out a fork. “How about you? Did you eat already?”

“Oh yeah, I had a green smoothie. Not a big lunch guy,” he replies calmly. “Wanna get started with planning? I think we only have about thirty minutes left.” He looks down at his watch to confirm the time. Harry opens his planner, and you see pages filled with his neat, blocky scrawl. He jumps right into talking about the ideas he had in mind, excitement filling his voice that you haven’t yet heard. 

The passion and enthusiasm he has for teaching are evident through the way he tells you about the activities he has planned, new materials and teaching methods he wants to try implementing, and things he’s tried before that didn’t work out the way he wanted them to. He asks you for your advice and listens intently when you speak, jotting down notes.

You find yourself having to mentally remind yourself not to stare at him. He was a handsome man– there was no denying that. He had curly brown hair, soft and wild-looking, the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, and arms covered in tattoos. You also noticed he had the tiniest cross on his left hand. You wanted to ask him about it, but you figured that was a conversation for another time. 

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just said,” Harry asks, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright? I think you just zoned out for a couple minutes or somethin’.” You nod quickly, feeling your palms growing sweaty.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something I have to do later. What did you just say?” You play off how you were just wholly drooling over your new coworker, feeling scrutinized under his piercing gaze.

“Jus’ got an email from the principal. Said we have a faculty meetin’ after school at three. Wanna go together?” He asks. You know Harry’s asking you to accompany him primarily because you’re the only person he really knows so far. However, it still makes you feel warm and special. “He said we’re gonna go over some planning for the Fall Festival. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just the back-to-school festival. It’s adorable,” you explain. “It’s like a mini carnival that we have right here on the playground. Every year they have teachers host booths. It’s a great way to get to meet your kids’ parents and bond with the other faculty.” Harry nods, standing up from the tiny chair right as the bell signifying the end of lunch rings.

“That sounds lovely,” he chirps, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna have the best booth out of everyone Y/N, trust me.” He jokes, the corner of his eyes crinkling. This was the most Harry had talked since you met him that morning and you were enjoying witnessing him open up to you more and more with each conversation shared.

“It is,” you stand up as well, gathering your trash and empty lunch pail. “Thanks for having me, Harry. Next time we can meet in my room. I wouldn’t mind making this a daily thing.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you physically wince, figuring Harry had to think you were obsessed with him at this point. He looks down, the corners of his mouth upturned when he makes eye contact with you again.

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’ll actually start bringin’ a proper lunch, so you’re not the only one eating,” you smile. “I’ll meet you in your room after school?” You nod in confirmation, walking out the door in front of him. 

“See ya later.”

“Did everyone have a good day today?” You ask your class, walking backward to the dismissal gate. You’re met with a chorus of cheerful sounding ‘yeses,’ and you place your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “That makes me so happy, everyone! You’re all incredible little people, and I think we’re gonna have a fantastic year. What do you guys think?” The children chatter excitedly, glad to have made it through their first day of school and see their parents on the other side of the gate eagerly awaiting them, cell phones snapping pictures. 

Harry’s already at the gate, waiting for the bell to ring so he can dismiss his class. He’s walking down the line asking each of the children if they see who they’re supposed to go home with, crouching down to their height so they can point them out to him. Some children in his class look a little upset because they don’t see their parents yet. Harry quickly consoles them, telling them they can all play a fun game together while they wait for their ‘Mummies and Daddies.’

You do the same with your kids, and by the time the bell rings and you finish dismissing the ones who saw someone there to pick them up, there was one child from your class who was still waiting and two from Harry’s. He walks over to you, one of their tiny hands in each of his. The boy looks unbothered, but the girl was beginning to cry.

“Hey, Ava, should we ask Miss Y/L/N and her friend if they want to play iSpy with us? The more, the merrier, isn’t that right?” He looks down at her, and she nods, looking down. You figure she’s one of his more shy students he was telling you about earlier.

“Hi, sweetie! I’m Miss Y/L/N, are you waiting for your mom or dad?” She nods, biting her lip. You turn and gesture to your one student who was waiting as well. “Well, so is she! Don’t worry, they’ll be here.”

“I’m Matthew,” the little boy holding Harry’s other hand informs you, shifting from foot to foot. You give him a big smile.

“Hello, Matthew! I love your Spiderman shirt; he’s just the coolest. Jade, do you want to introduce yourself to Mr. Styles, Ava, and Matthew? Remember when we learned about introductions today in class? When you got to introduce yourself to all your classmates?”

Jade nods, a big, toothy grin on her face. “Hi! My name is Jade, and I am five-years-old but my birthday is September 19th, so I’m actually almost six-years-old,” she tells them matter-of-factly. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She adds, remembering the script you gave them earlier. Harry looks down at her, an impressed look on his face.

“Well, it is very lovely to meet you too, Jade! Do we all know how to play iSpy?” Jade and Matthew shout in excitement, but Ava just grips tighter onto Harry’s hand. He looks down at her again. “Do y’ want Miss Y/L/N and I to show you how to play, Ava?” His voice is very quiet, slow, and soothing. She nods, letting go of his hand.

“Well Ava,” you say, looking around for something to start the game out with. “I would say, “I spy with my little eye something green. Then you, Mr. Styles, Matthew, and Jade, would have to look around and name out everything that’s green. If you name something and it’s not it, then I will tell you nope, and you can try again, but if you figure it out, then you’re the winner! Does that make sense?”

She nods, and you see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Can I go first?” She asks quietly. You tell her, yes, and she looks around quickly, trying to find something to say. “I spy with my little eye something blue!” She has a triumphant smile on her face, and even though you immediately know she’s talking about the sky and you’re sure Harry does too, you both decide to take a step back and let the children take the game into their own hands.

“Y’know, that lil’ introduction Jade gave was really somethin’. I didn’t even think about teachin’ my kids that. Think I’ll try that out tomorrow,” Harry whispers, craning his neck slightly to be at your ear. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. 

“Yeah, I feel like that’s always a good first day of school activity for them to do. A lot of them have never really been exposed to people outside of their immediate family, so they’re not too sure how to talk to others.” Harry hums, standing back up straight.

“Mr. Styles,” Matthew calls, running over to Harry. “My mommy is here. Can I go now?” Harry nods, telling Matthew to wait for him so he can say hi to his mother. You watch as he walks away, overhearing as he tells the boy’s mother what a great job he did today and how he’s so excited to go through this school year with him in his class. Ten minutes later, Jade and Ava are gone as well, and Harry locks the dismissal gate. 

“I forgot how exhausting the first day could be,” he tells you, letting out a quiet sigh. “Ready to go to that meeting, though? It’s just about three.” You check your watch and see the time read at 2:57 PM.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag, and we can head over there. I’m really hoping this won’t take too long; I was planning on going grocery shopping after this,” you walk down the hall towards your classroom and feel Harry’s gaze on you.

“Where do you like to go grocery shopping?” he asks after a few moments of silence. “I need to pick up some groceries this week, too. ’ve been eatin’ takeout for the past week, and I’m starting to feel like shit.” You laugh, unlocking your door. Harry stands outside, holding it open while you grab your purse and lunch bag.

“Honestly, I don’t have a preference. I switch it up a lot,” you shrug, making sure all the windows are closed before walking out. “Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?”

“Uh,” Harry scratches the back of his head. “No? Maybe you could text me a list of all your favorite stores, though. Jus’ so I won’t forget.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring how fast your heart was beating. “Are you asking for my number, Mr. Styles?”

“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly. “We’re gonna be workin’ together a lot. Might as well have your number– if that’s okay, I mean.” He looks down at you.

“Yeah, remind me after the meeting,” you tell him, trying your hardest to play it cool. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“So Y/N and Harry, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin decorating booth? Is that right?” The principal looks down at his notes and then shifts his gaze between the both of you. You both nod.

“Yeah, I’m excited! I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” you reply excitedly. “We can go to the craft store and get a bunch of paints, but where do you think the best place to get the pumpkins would be?” You pull out your planner, ready to jot down any suggestions.

“You two could try going to a pumpkin patch? They’re starting to pop-up around town,” one teacher suggests. “I’m sure if you purchased a bunch and told them it was for a school event, we could get some kind of deal.” The rest of the faculty buzzes in agreement.

“Y/N and Harry, could you get to a pumpkin patch sometimes this week and see if they can give us an estimate of how much it would cost? Then I could let the PTA know.” You and Harry confirm that it will be possible to do sometime this week, and the meeting continues on.

By the time you’re finally free to leave the meeting, it’s already growing dark outside. Harry’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and he’s looking down at his feet. “So–”

“Do you want–”

You both stop, laughing awkwardly. “You go first.” you tighten the grip on your purse.

“Uh, I was jus’ gonna ask if I could get your number now. Yanno, so we can plan when we’re gonna go get all the stuff for our booth? And you still gotta tell me what your favorite grocery stores are,” he has a playful look in his eyes. For the thousandth time that day, your hands become clammy. There was just something about every interaction you had with him that made you so nervous. 

“Oh yeah,” you answer coolly, digging in your purse for your phone. “Just text your number, so I have it.” You hand him his phone, and he stops dead in his tracks, a look of concentration on his face. 

“I can’t walk and be on the phone at the same time,” he mutters when he looks back up and realizes you were watching him the whole time. “I don’t know how people do it.” He hands you back your phone. “What were y’ gonna ask me?”

“I was just um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to give you a ride home? I mean, since you walked to work today and it’ll be dark soon,” talking to Harry made you feel like a nervous school girl interacting with her first crush, and you hated that feeling.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“It’s no bother, really,” you cut him off, and you realize you sound a little eager, but at that point, you didn’t even care. “I’m sure we don’t live too far from each other.” Harry looks slightly unsure but nods, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“If you’re sure, Y/N. I appreciate it, I owe you one,” he’s following behind you to the teacher parking lot. You silently pray your car isn’t messy inside like it usually is as you approach it. You decide to pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, telling yourself if the passenger side was messy, you’d just quickly throw everything in the back. “Heyyyy, why’re you walkin’ so fast? Are you sure you’ve got the time to take me home?” He takes a few big strides and quickly catches up with your hurried, tiny ones.

“Yeah, of course, I have time,” you respond, unlocking your car as you approach it. “If it’s messy, then just ignore it.” you preface, honestly not remembering the state in which you left your car this morning when you walked into work.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see mine,” Harry jokes, and it immediately puts you at ease. As you’re about to open your door, Harry quickly rushes to your side, opening it himself. “Let me.” 

His hand rests over yours, and you quickly pull it away, your body heating up. “Harry, I’m already right here. I can open my own car door.” 

“I know you can. But I’m a gentle—“ 

“You’re a gentleman, I know,” you playfully roll your eyes and take a step back, allowing Harry to open your car door all the way. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered and honestly a little bit turned on. He flashes you a smile as you situate yourself behind the wheel of the car and makes sure you’re all the way in before slamming it shut. You see him lightly jog around to the passenger side, and soon enough, he’s beside you, your car immediately starting to smell like his cologne. 

“What music do you like to listen to?” Harry asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

“You ask me a lot of random questions, Harry,” you reply, looking behind you as you slowly back out. 

“Is it a crime to wanna get to know my new coworker?” you can hear a smile in his voice. “C’mon. What’s your favorite music to listen to?” 

You shrug, looking both ways before exiting the parking lot. “Where do you live?” 

“I don’t know my address yet. Just take a left at this light coming up. Favorite music?” Out of the corner of his eye, you see him scrolling through his music library. 

“You don’t know your address yet?” 

“No. I’ll play something random,” he says, tapping his hand on his knee. “You can take a right at that stop sign up there.” You put on your blinker and glance over your shoulder before switching lanes. Harry quickly pairs his phone with your Bluetooth, and a song you’re unfamiliar with blares through your speakers. Neither one of you says anything else, only speaking to each other when he’s giving you directions to his house, and you’re confirming what he said.

After two more songs, Harry says, “S’right up here.” He’s led you to a beautiful apartment complex— one you were looking at when you were moving out of your parent’s home but just couldn’t afford as a new graduate. You expertly parallel park and then turn the car off, a silence falling between the two of you.

“This is a nice complex,” you tell him after a moment. “Really close to school. I see why you opted to walk to work today.” 

“Mhm,” he hums. His seatbelt is still fastened. “I understand if you’re busy, but did you wanna come in?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly backtracks. “I mean— it’s just— remember the activity you taught your kids today? About introductions? Jus’ wanted to know if you could walk me through it, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Well yeah, I can hang out for a bit.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach in the backseat for your purse that you threw haphazardly over your shoulder earlier. 

“Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming in, though?” He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” You’re slightly taken aback and oddly flattered that he thought you were in a relationship.

“I dunno,” his face grows red. “You got all weird when I opened doors for ya. Figured you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

“Cool.” More silence falls, this time an awkward one.

“Should we go inside now?” you unlock the doors, quickly getting out of the car. Harry follows behind you and waits for you to walk onto the sidewalk before going up the walkway.

“How close do you live to me?” Harry asks, punching in his gate code. He pulls the gate open and gestures for you to go ahead of him. You decide not to comment on it this time.

“A couple blocks away. I could probably walk over here if I was in the mood to,” Harry shuts the gate behind you and walks over to the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. “I was interested in this complex when I was moving out of my parents’ but I settled on something else.” He hums, stopping in front of the first door at the top of the stairs. There’s a brown ‘Welcome!’ mat outside his door, along with a few potted plants.

“Here we are,” he looks over his shoulder as if he’s checking if you’re still there. “Excuse the boxes. ‘M not done unpacking yet.” He pushes open the door and steps in, quickly turning on the light. You’re met with the same sweet scent of vanilla that’s in his classroom. Considering he was in the process of unpacking, his apartment was reasonably tidy.

“It looks good in here,” your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You were in your coworker’s house that you just met that day, and you could already feel yourself developing a crush on him. There was obviously no way you’d let this relationship progress past anything strictly professional, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire his beauty.

“Thanks,” he gives you a smile, relief washing over his face. “You can set your bag down if you want. Take a seat, make yourself at home.” He leaves the room, and you hear him rattling around in the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds great,” you reply. You set your purse down on his coffee table and sit on the edge of his couch, inspecting his living room closer. There were two books on the table, both flipped upside down as a way to mark his page. There were a few more plants inside, similar to the ones in front of his door. There was a framed picture of him with two beautiful women you assumed to be his mother and sister. Harry comes back into the room a few minutes later, two steaming cups of black coffee in hand.

“Here you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he puts on an exaggerated posh accent, and you giggle.

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles,” you respond in the same voice. “Do you have cream and sugar?”

He wrinkles his nose. “I think I might have sugar. Is oat milk, okay? I don’t have cream.” He goes back to his kitchen to retrieve the items before you can tell him it’s okay, and you’ll just drink it black. You thank him, pouring the tiniest splash of oat milk into your coffee. You can feel his eyes on you as you add a bit of sugar, stir, taste, and then add some more.

“So,” you begin after your coffee is made to your liking. “What did you think about your first day? You can be honest since we’re not on campus anymore.” Harry laughs, looking down at his fingernails.

“Uh,” he starts. You notice he says, ‘uh’ a lot. “It was terrific. Not so sure I would’ve felt the same way if I didn’t have you to help me through it.” 

“We’re partners in crime now, Harry. We’re the two Kindergarten teachers, and you’re the only other person there my age? We’ve definitely gotta stick together,” you give him a big smile. He doesn’t smile back but looks a bit troubled instead. You wait for him to speak, coming to accept that long pauses were just a thing when having a conversation with Harry.

“Y’know how I assumed you had a boyfriend earlier? I thought after I’d said that–– rather I hoped after I said that you’d be like,” he clears his throat. “‘Why, no! I don’t have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?’” He put on the worst American accent you’d ever heard to imitate your voice, causing you to laugh. “To which I would’ve replied with a simple ‘no.’” 

Now it’s your turn to leave Harry wondering what you’re thinking for the first time all day. You can feel his eyes on you as you look at his couch cushions, noticing a bit of crumbs that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me. We just met today.”

“Does that mean I can’t think you’re beautiful?”

You bite your lip, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit turned on by his forwardness. There was a part of you that would risk it all for just one night in bed with Harry because you just found him that attractive. The rational, adult side of you was screaming, ‘Don’t mix business with pleasure!’. By now, you had both moved closer on the couch to one another, knees nearly touching. “I think you’re beautiful, too.” He grins, setting his coffee cup down. You do the same.

“Would it be crazy of me to tell you that I really wanna kiss you right now?” His face is mere inches from yours, so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath. You shake your head.

“No. I really wanna kiss you too.”

“C’ mere, then.” 

Harry leans forward a bit more until his lips are ghosting over yours. You pull at the collar of his shirt, bringing his already close body even closer to yours. His lips are softer than they look, and he’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be, too. He brings his hands up to tangle them in your hair, and that’s when you abruptly pull away, not wanting things to go too far. “We shouldn’t…” He looks at you with sad eyes, but he nods, understanding what you mean.

“Probably not the best idea?” his response comes out as more of a question than a statement, but you nod in agreement anyway.

“Definitely not. I’m um–– I’m actually gonna go,” you stand up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Thanks for the coffee, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see––”

You’re out the door, rushing down the stairs before he can even finish his sentence.

The rest of the school week goes on without either one of you mentioning it. It’s a little awkward for a couple of days, but by the time Friday rolls around, both of you decide the best course of action to take regarding the kiss would be to act like it never happened. 

You’re in your room at lunch hanging up your kids’ artwork they made during their ‘Free Time’ this morning, having declined Harry’s lunch invitation for the fourth time that week. You decided to pretend to be busy with work so you wouldn’t be too tempted to go into his room. To most people, you’re sure it looked like you were avoiding him–– and maybe you were. However, you were trying to get over this crush on him in the best way that you knew how.

“Need some help?”

You jump, nearly falling backward off the stepstool you were on. “Holy shit, Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” You feel your body getting warm, and you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were.

“Sorry, you weren’t answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were up to,” he walks over to where you were standing and hands you a piece of art, smiling at it before handing it to you. “You’ve got some artists in your class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not looking him in the eyes. You hear him let out a quiet sigh.

“Still able to go see about getting those pumpkins ordered after work?”

You had completely forgotten that you and Harry decided today would be the day you’d go get the pumpkin situated figured out for your booth. For a second, you consider making an excuse to get out of it, but you decide against it. This was something that both of you were asked to do, not just him, and you didn’t want the fact that you let your attraction to him cloud your judgment getting in the way of your professional responsibilities.

“Yeah, that works.”

He doesn’t say anything, and even though you’re not looking at him, you can see the gears in his head turning. “Should we talk––” 

You’re quite literally saved by the bell, the end of lunch interrupting where you knew he was about to lead the conversation. “I’ll see you after school? Did you walk here again? I can drive.” Harry nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah. he replies. “I walked. Uh, ’m gonna go get my kids. See you after school then?”

“Yup!” you respond, fake enthusiasm in your voice. Harry gives you one more look before walking out of your room. You wait until he’s all the way down the hall before following behind him to bring your class back inside. You knew you were the one making things awkward between you and Harry. However, the realistic part of you knew getting involved with your coworker was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had in your life. For now, you’d just tell yourself that you were probably more into Harry than he was into you and pray that would be enough to make you get over your crush.

“I haven’t been to a pumpkin patch since I was a kid.” Harry stuffs his hands farther into his pockets while yours are tightly hugging your chest. You hum, not saying anything. The car ride there was a little awkward, and you were glad it was so short. You could tell there was a lot Harry wanted to say, but you were glad he wasn’t saying it. You keep seeing him glance at you, but you pretend not to notice.

“What size pumpkins should we ask for? Small ones, huh?” Harry nods, looking around in childlike awe. There was a small petting zoo, booths selling warm drinks and kettle corn, and an obscene amount of children.

You walk around together for a moment before encountering a friendly-looking employee who looked like he could help you out. Harry takes over, explaining the situation, and why you need to order one hundred tiny pumpkins. While you’re waiting for the employee to ask the owner if that would even be possible, Harry turns to face you.

“Y/N? Can we talk about what happened on Monday?” you’re about to tell him that you’d rather not, but he continues. “I felt something during that kiss, Y/N. I’m not sure if you felt it too, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We have to get through an entire school year working side-by-side, and if you’re not interested, then I respect that one hundred percent, but I just want––”

“So the owner said that is possible!” The employee that was helping you out comes back with a form and clipboard in their hand. “Can you just fill out some information and let us know what time you need it tomorrow? The owner said he could get it delivered and give you guys a discount since you’re ordering so much.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, taking the form from him. You were glad to have been saved from your conversation with Harry. You quickly go through and fill out everything you can, telling them they can bill your school’s PTA. 

The walk back to your car is silent. You’re replaying what Harry was saying to you over in your head, thinking about what he was going to say before he was interrupted. He opens your car door like he’s been doing, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you or say a word as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Y’can just drop me off,” Harry says quietly. He leans your seat back and closes his eyes. You wait to see if he’ll connect his phone, but he doesn’t, so you turn on the radio at a volume so low it almost can’t be heard. It takes everything in you not to speed back to his place. You just wanted him out of your car. You had such strong feelings for him that it physically hurt, and restraining yourself from telling him how you really felt was growing harder and harder.

“We’re here.” your voice is a little hoarse from not saying anything. Harry slowly opens his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, opening the door.

“Right. Thanks for the ride. What time do we need to be at school to set up our booth by?”

“Four. I can pick you up if you want?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He closes the door and walks up to his gate without looking back at you once.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N! Hi Mr. Styles!”

Groups of your students had been coming up to you excitedly all evening. It made you happy to see that the Kindergarten classes were no longer divided. They were starting to hang out with one another. Their parents tell you how their children thought it was just the coolest thing to be on school grounds on a Saturday, and how even though it was only a week into the school year, they were having the best time. It was comments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again.

Things between you and Harry were going well. It wasn’t awkward, but you think it was because you were both too busy helping children paint their pumpkins. You were glad that Harry didn’t take the bit of downtime the two of you had when no one was at your booth trying to talk about the kiss and instead talked about other random things instead. You find out he loves baking (specifically, bread), he has an obsession with old music, and has about fifty tattoos. He talks to his mom on the phone every day, and he is extremely close to his sister. You tell him about your parents’, your undergraduate experience, your hobbies, and you finally tell him what music you like to listen to.

The festival quickly comes to an end, and you find yourself sad once you and Harry are done cleaning up your booth, knowing that you were just going to drop him off at his apartment and go back to yours to spend another Saturday night alone. You get to his complex almost too quickly, and you almost want to keep going and pretend you accidentally missed it just to be with him a bit longer. Instead, you park.

“D’ya wanna come inside?” He blurts out. Even in the darkness of your car, you can tell his face is flushed. “I mean if you haven’t got plans. I know it’s a Saturday night, so I understand if––”

“Nope, I don’t have plans. I’d love to.” Your hands are shaky as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He quickly gets out of your car and runs around to your side, opening the door for you before you can do it yourself. You almost don’t even notice since it was becoming such a habit.

“I picked up this new bottle of wine a couple days ago that’ve been wanting to pop open. Think we deserve a glass or two after such a long week, hmm?” You wordlessly nod, wholly mesmerized with just how good Harry looked after such a long day of work. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, his eyes were sparkling and full of excitement. 

“A glass of wine sounds great,” you reply with a chuckle. “I’m ready to drink a whole bottle by the end of the week if I’m being honest.” Harry laughs, quickly punching in his gate code. You could see his hands shaking a little bit, but you decide not to comment on it. He takes the stairs up to his apartment two at a time like he did last time you were there, but this time there’s an urgency and clumsiness to his actions that you haven’t seen before. He jams the key in his lock, quickly shoving the door open.

His apartment is a little messier than it was when you were in it at the beginning of the week, but it’s nothing disgusting. He runs his fingers through his curls, moving aside papers that were scattered along the length of the couch. “Sorry, I was doin’ some planning. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears to the kitchen, and moments later, you hear the pop of a wine cork and the smooth sound of him pouring the alcohol into glasses.

He emerges from his kitchen, handing you a generously poured glass of wine. “Thanks, Harry,” you tell him before taking a big sip. It was sweet, and while you usually preferred a more dry wine, it was still delicious. 

“Cheers to the end of a successful first week,” he holds up his glass, and you smile, clinking yours with his. “Thanks for helpin’ me get through it, Y/N. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a timid smile.

“Stop, Harry. You’re a great teacher. I can see your kids love you already,” you take another sip of wine. “I kinda do too. I mean–– that came out wrong. I don’t love you, but I do think I like you.” You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, but something told you now was the time to lay it all out on the table with Harry. He sets his glass of wine down, the biggest smile on his face.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested. Was kinda startin’ to feel like you hate me,” he sounds a little sad. You shake your head.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really into you,” you didn’t even realize how you’d inched your way towards Harry. “I’ve been trying not to think about how we kissed because we shouldn’t, you know? We’re coworkers. I’ve been trying not to think about it all week, though, and I just can’t get you out of my mind.” He stares intensely into your eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he’s thinking.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he finally asks. You’re in the same position as you were last time, being mere inches away from the other’s lips. Only this time, you smell the wine on his breath, not coffee. You nod quickly, and Harry cups your face in his hands, hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

“You can do more than kiss me, actually,” you tell him breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a shocked look on his face. “When you say anything…” he trails off.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry,” you tell him bluntly. “Please. Been wanting that all week.” He licks his lips, looking at you in a way he hasn’t yet before. 

“I can definitely do that,” he replies, resting his hand on your thigh. His large hand is dangerously close to your pussy, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “Let’s get all these clothes off you then, huh?” 

You stand up and quickly start removing your clothes. First, your blouse comes off, and that’s quickly followed by your bra. Harry’s leaning back on the couch, arms resting behind his head. “Enjoying the show?” you ask, quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. You’re completely naked in front of him in thirty seconds flat, and you reckon that’s the fastest you’ve ever undressed for anything. 

“Very much so,” he mumbles, palming himself over his khakis. “C’ mere, Y/N.” he pats his lap, and you move to sit in it, now straddling him. He softly presses his lips against yours, the hunger that was there just a moment ago completely dissipated. This was a much more hesitant kiss, more gentle and tender. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “I know. You’ve told me that before.”

“I want you to know how much I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

Harry nods. “Can I have a taste of ya now?” you notice that his accent sounds a bit thicker than usual, voice a tad gruffer. You nod, swallowing thickly. Climbing off Harry, you lay back on the couch, situating yourself, so it’s a little more comfortable. He looks into your eyes, placing his hands on your knees. “Is this okay, Y/N?” You nod again, and he removes his hands.

“What’s wrong?” your voice has a hint of desperation in it, but after a week of extreme sexual tension, you wanted nothing more than to cum by the hands of this man.

“Wanna hear you tell me it’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want,” he’s looking down at his hands.

“Harry, I wouldn’t have given you a striptease and laid back on this couch for you if I didn’t want it. I wholeheartedly give you permission to do whatever you want with me––”

That’s enough for him. He roughly pries your legs open, immediately licking a long stripe up your heat. You cry out, not expecting him to get right into it. You look down at him and groan when you see he’s making eye contact with you, a smug look on his face. “How’s tha’, love?” You nod, tangling your hands in his curls.

“Yeah Harry, please,” you moan. Harry sucks harshly at your clit, pulling off loudly, the sound echoing throughout his minimally furnished apartment.

“Please what, pet?” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, a devilish grin on his face while his index finger rubs small circles on your clit. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly as you try to calm your breathing down.

“Please make me cum on your tongue, Harry,” you try pushing his head back down to your cunt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Think I rather like hearin’ you beg like this fo’ me. Enjoyin’ watching you squirm like tha’, love.” Just as your about to beg for him some more to feed his inflated ego, he attaches his lips to your clit once more, this time adding his ring finger into your tight pussy. “You’re tight. Sure you’ll be able to take my cock?” His voice is muffled, and you just barely make out what he says.

You clench around his finger, and he laughs, the vibrations sending a new sensation across your clit. “Y’like thinkin’ about my cock, hmm?”

“Yeah, want you in me,” you beg, lifting your hips up. He grips onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place.

“Can feel yeh gettin’ ready for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” You nod, and Harry gently places kitten licks on your swollen clit while he slowly pushes his middle finger into you. You feel full in a way you haven’t felt in such a long time, and he only had two fingers in you. Once he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times, he goes back to harshly sucking on his clit, moaning every so often so you can feel the vibrations against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you’re moaning loudly, and you pray Harry’s neighbors don’t hear you, knowing how thin apartment walls were.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, doll,” he mutters, adding another finger inside you. The burn feels amazing, and you place your hand on his wrist, urging him to go faster. “Gonna cum in my mouth, hmm? Gonna let me feel ya around m’ fingers?”

“Yes, please, Harry,” you feel yourself nearly there, your orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment. 

“Give it to me then, Y/N. Cum for me,” he demands. As soon as he says those three words, you’re done for, your body going tense as waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He doesn’t remove his digits from the your cunt until you’re coming down from your high, placing a kiss to your clit. He laughs as you shudder at the overstimulation. Harry places his three fingers that were just inside of you and his mouth and sucks on them, not once breaking eye contact with you. 

“That was really good,” you tell him, crawling on your knees towards him to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw—Harry’s beaming, a triumphant look on his face.

“Not yet. Gotta make y’ cum one more time. I’m a gentleman, after all.” You know he’s messing with you but also serious, so you lean back on the couch, opening your legs once again.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too? Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Harry laughs, and you hear the clanking of his belt as he undoes it. 

“You’re impatient, aren’t ya?” you nod, and he pulls down his tenting khakis and tight boxers. His cock springs up, slightly touching his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. “Hold on a sec.” He gets up quickly, and you hear him hurry to what you assume in the bathroom, rummaging around. He comes back a minute later with a box of condoms, making you laugh.

“Is that a new box of condoms? Have you been holding onto those all week, Mr. Styles?” Harry rolls his eyes and opens the box, ripping open a condom expertly with his teeth.

“Weren’t you just the one beggin’ for me, pet? I’d watch it if I were you,” he jokes, rolling the condom onto his hard length. He leans down to place wet, opened mouth kisses to your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Are you gonna take off your shirt?” you ask quietly. “I kinda wanna see all your tattoos.” Harry raises an eyebrow at you but unbuttons his shirt nevertheless, throwing it into the mess of clothes scattered around the living room. You reach your hand up, shakily tracing the swallows on his chest, moving down to the butterfly across his stomach and finally to the ferns on his abdomen. Harry’s staring down at you, watching as you delicately touch his skin. “You have so many.” you finally say. He nods.

“Yeah. Some of them I just got for the hell of it. Felt like after I got that first tattoo, it was hard to stop.” He caresses the skin on your thighs, and you shudder again. “Gonna let me get inside that pretty lil’ cunt now?”

“Please.”

Harry aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, sharply inhaling as you clench around his length. “Relax, Y/N.’ve got ya,” he tells you reassuringly. “Can’t get inside ya if you’re all tense like tha’.” You can tell Harry’s trying his hardest not to absolutely wreck you, the vein in his forehead very prominent from clenching his jaw so tightly. You grip tightly onto his bicep, biting your lip as you adjust to his size. You were so wet and indescribably turned on that you felt every vein his thick cock had to offer, and you knew you wouldn’t last long once he started moving. By the looks of it, Harry wouldn’t either.

“You can move,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry slowly pulls out of you and then ever so gently sinks back inside you, bottoming out. He lets out a breathy moan, moving one of his hands up to tweak your nipples. “Harder, Harry, fuck.” 

He immediately pulls out of you and slams back inside, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring if his neighbors hear what you two were doing. 

“Like tha’?” He asks cheekily, working up a steady rhythm. You nod, gripping your boobs to keep them from bouncing. Harry shakes his head, forcefully removing your hands. “Nope, none of that. Wanna see ’em.” He takes both of your hands in one of his, pinning them up over your head. His other hand reaches in between your bodies to rub at your clit, and before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming again, squirting all over his cock. 

Harry throws his head back in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic, and you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm. You spur him on, telling him how badly you wanted him to come inside of you (even though he was wearing a condom). He stills moments later, shaking above you as he holds himself up with an arm, not wanting to collapse on top of you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Why did we wait a whole week to do this again?”

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The Baker And Her Actor: part I [The Delivery!]

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off his mind, and to be honest you can’t get him of yours.

Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy, don’t be afraid to leave your thoughts opinions and critique’s. All are welcome!

Early morning shifts were apart of your normal routine, but never this early.

You had made arrangements with a costumer. You’d drop off five dozen boxes of your holiday edition sticky pecan maple donuts.

You walk into the bakery the cool Boston breeze follows you indoors.

Walking back you gently place a hair net on, wrapping your body in your favorite apron that said “ All you kneed is love.” It was your absolute favorite.

You hit the lights to kitchen and begin assembling all the ingredients nessecary for this massive delivery.

“Hey sorry I’m late.” Kiara, your employees and best friend said barging in.

She approached you tieing on her apron as well, preparing to help you whip up this hefty batch.

“Okay so like I said these are semi important guest, considering I have to make a home delivery and they gave me a key code. I’m assuming their loaded, so we need to make this our best. Presentation and taste.” You explain to kiara

She nods in agreement sucking in air, you’d didn’t know who was dreading this most you or her.

——-

Packaging the last few donuts Kiara spoke breaking the silence.

“So who is this special delivery for, I mean I get being rich but come on making us deliver first thing on thanksgiving is kind of fucked up.” She complained

You couldn’t agree more, thanksgiving was your favorite holiday and here you were stuck making over sixty donuts at the crack of dawn. You wish you could have refused but you needed the money.

“I know, trust me I understand, and I appreciate you and your vigor. Helping me, waking up this early isn’t easy for you I know that. And the name was- Evans I believe. Sounded like a man on the phone.” You announce

“Evans, in Boston. BITCH!’Kiara shouts. “I’m coming with you, because if this is who I think this is I swear I’m never living this day down!” She continues to Elate.

“Who’s Evans?”

——-

For the entirety of the car ride Kiara couldn’t stop ranting and raving about the infamous Chris Evans.

The way she talked about him would have made you believe she knew him personally.

According to Kiara, he is an actor in the marvel movies, which you’ve never seen. He lives in Boston with his family, and has an adorable dog named Dodger.

“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of this hottie.” Kiara said

“Well I know of him I’m just not obsessed like some.” You sass.

Kiara rolls her eyes in your direction. “No matter who he is we have to stay professional. Pretend you have no idea who he is and it’s just another delivery.” You instruct.

“I would, but it’s not just another delivery.”

“Why is that?” You remark

“Bitch because we don’t deliver.” Kiara curses.

She did have a solid point, we aren’t a delivery service. only having 5 employees so you run a pretty tight ship.

But you make it work, you’re only delivering because they asked and offered to throw in a pretty hefty delivery fee.

Looks like we are here.

You pull up to a gated community, from what you could see the houses were huge.

It was a mixture of recently builds and older builds. Overall it was beautiful, The rich really do have it all.

“What’s the code again?” Kiara asks hand hanging out the window ready to punch in the code.

Snapping from your gaze. “Um 369696.” You announce

“Got it.” We watch as the retracts allowing my 2008 Mariner to slip through and up the hills to the “Evans” home.

—-

“Okay remember what I said. No celebrity talk, just hand them the bag say some quick “thank you’s, your welcome’s and we’re out.” You demand

Kiara smirks. “Then we can sneak back later since we have the code, and watch him sleep.”

“Okay see nope, you’re staying in the car!” You shout.

“Why?” Kiara whines.

“Because your a freaking liability I don’t need them thinking we are weird fan girls that happen to bake.” You whisper shout.

“We are weird fan girls that bake.” Kiara chuckes

“We,” is a long shot.” You say getting the donuts out from the backseat.

Placing them in your hands you could feel the heat of them, still warm. And obviously they smelled amazing.

You and Kiara walked up to the Evans home. It was large, modern with a twist. The bricks were a beautiful mixture of cool earth tones and the pathway up to the front door was beautiful.

You could tell the home was designed by a women. The touch was so feminine but with many masculine hints.

“Ring it.” You told Kiara

“Wow even the doorbell sound is expensive.” She joked

Immediately the door swings open and you and Kiara are met with the most beautiful blue eyes.

He wore a red flannel, regular denim blue jeans that fit him well, a navy snap back and held a beer in one of his large hands.

Kiara wasn’t lying he was beautiful.

Clearing your throat before you speak. “Oh Um we are here for Evans.” You sqeak lacking your usual confidence.

Guys always had that affect on you, especially attractive ones.

“I would be Evans.” Chris chuckles sitting his beer on a side table, reaching out to take the boxes from you.

His hand brushes against yours just for a brief moment.

You felt your heart beat accelerate and those damn butterflies explode in your pit.

God, no.

Maybe it was just because he was the last man to touch you in years?

I hope so.

“Wow this smell absolutely fantastic, I know the family will love them. Thanks so much for coming I know you guys don’t do that I just- never mind let me grab my wallet.” He explained

“You know what it’s fine we should get going, enjoy your day!” You almost shout gripping Kiaras arm yankimg her down the pathway practically tearing her arm off.

Chris is left baffled at his doorstep, he really thought you two deserved a tip. That’s also what was discussed over the phone.

“Bitch what the hell was that!” Kiara shouts.

“I don’t know I really don’t. I just freaked and wanted to get out of there, something wasn’t right.” I had a bad feeling.” You lied.

“Or a good feeling.” Kiara mumbles.

“What?”

“Oh come on y/n it’s no secret you love to self sabotage all the time. I saw they way you were looking at him and frankly he was checking yo big booty ass out too.” She informs.

No way.

It was true though. Chris opened the door and was immediately blown away by your beauty.

he loved how your hair fit your face just right, the way your outfit cordinated with the holiday and season, your big brown eyes, and beautiful dark skin.

He was immediately blown away, and shocked that you ran off like Cinderella.

—-

Driving back home gave you time to think. You hadn’t felt those butterflies in your stomach in years. The feeling was so foreign but so familiar.

You had to move on though, it was a one time thing. You’d never see him again.

——

Back at Chris’s house:

A/n: the girls thought it was a family home it’s really just Chris’s home!

Chris’s Point Of View:

Chris shuts the door completely taken a back by your sudden take off.

“Oooh the desserts are here mom!’Scott shouts “well that’s not a pretty face.” Scott teases .

“Yeah I know the baker she ran off before I could give her a tip, I sort of feel bad. They deserve it.” Chris moaned

He hated not being able to give back. He was blessed with all this luxury he wanted to be able to give back in any way he could.

“Well maybe drop it off tomorrow, let’s celebrate and not sulk.” Scott suggested pushing his older brother in the direction of the kitchen.

“Yeah.” Chris said starting to chipper up again.

—-

The Next Day:

Another early shift.

You never understood why after holidays people were still craving sweets, hadn’t they had enough at their parties and gatherings?

“Jesus this line wont go down.” Kiara complains

“Hey look at it as exposure and a better paycheck.” You said

“I’ll go check on the guys.” Kiara announces

Your main bakers Jay and Deacon were amazing. They were prompt, selfless, and came up with the most delicious unique recipes.

“Hi welcome to y/n’s what can I get you today.” You ask not completely aware of the person in front of you.

“A regular glaze donut should do.”

Your ears burn at how familiar the voice sounded.

Your attention slowly turned from the coffe machine you were working with to the figure standing in front of you.

Chris Evans.

Their he stood. Frame decorated with a warm winter puff coat, a navy knit sweater, denim blue jeans, and his imfamous Boston hat.

“Oh ok, of course.’ Let me grab a fresh on for you.” You stammer.

You were nervous, he made you nervous.

“No the one on display is fine I don’t need special treatment.” Chris had reassured

You nod in a agreement. Grabbing the donut wrapping it in your seasonal decorate parchment paper. You slip it in a brown baggie and hand it over to him.

“That’ll be 0.99 cents.”

Chris’s face hardened, his eyebrows furrowing in.

Digging into his pocket. “You know, you should really charge more. Your name goods are amazing.” Chris compliments.

You feel your face heat up and those damn butterflies erupting again.

It was no secret you tend to fall fast but self sabotage because you’re awkward and can’t fathom the thought of being loved.

“Have a good day, Chris.” You say whispering his name not wanting to pull attention to him.

“You as well y/n.” He whispered mimicking you.

He remembered your name?

You turn around to finish adjusting the coffe machine, but slightly peaking to watch him walk out.

God he was so darn beautiful.

—

“Days over let’s count profit, Kiara can you grab Jay I think he’s still back there cleaning.” You ask politely

Kiara nods in agreement making her way through the flapping doors.

You begin opening the registers, fact checking and counting the profit you and yo it team made for the day. You loved having the bakery but gosh this was time consuming.

You reach for the tip jar, tilting it downward for easy acsses to slip your hands through. You pull out varrace one dollar bills, coins, some five dollar bills, until, you pulled out a wad of three hundred dollar bills.

“What the fuck.’You whisper to yourself. “Guys, guys come out her right now!” You shout excitedly.

“What who’s here?” Jay runs out of the kitchen with a rolling pen ready to attack any threats.

“No ones here, and put that down.”

“Someone left a three hundred dollar tip.” You announced

Your small bakery filled with loud hoots and hollers from your team. Everyone excited by the unexpected win.

“Well girl don’t act like you don’t know who left it.” Kiara said smirking

“What do you mean?” You respond

“Obviously it was Cevans.” She stared eyebrows wiggling.

“Who’s Cevans?” Deacon blurts.

“You remember that home delivery the other day, yeah that was to Chris Mother fucking Evans house.” Kiara explains.

“What?!” Deacon and Jay shout simotaniously.

“When were you gonna tell us this?” Deacon says.

“Never.’ You whisper. “Only because it’s not that big of a deal, I mean look at you guys your obsess all ready. He’s just a guy.” You rationalize

“Yeah just a guy that drops three hundred dollars on a pretty brown skin doll.” Kiara teases.

“Shut up.” You say cheeks heating up.

“Well don’t get to deep because you still owe me a date.” Deacon says walking away.

You and Deacon had a moment not to long ago, I mean you loved him as a friend and could never go past the point of no return with him.

But Deacons feelings for you were explosive and seemingly never ending.

God what was it with you and white men.

——

Chris’s Point Of View:

At home I had spent the remainder of the day with my family.

The thoughts of y/n still lingered. I was no doubt proud that i could give you the tip you deserved.

He could tell you worked hard, and deserved every team.

Were you single?

“What are you day dreaming about?” Scott says interrupting my thoughts.

“Nothing.” I say dry

“Really because we just had y/n’s yesterday and your already back. I thought we’d be donuted out for a while.” Scott implied

Scott was constantly trying to find me someone. He said I would “die alone,” if I don’t find a wife. But the truth is I’m protective of me, my space.

It’s not easy being a noticeable celebrity, people seem to always have alternative motives.

Like what they can gain from me, use me.

“I just liked her donuts, that’s all not that deep Scott.” I lied.

“Mhmm, we should wear face mask tonight and try and find her instagram, see what’s she up to.” Scott suggests non chalantly.

I mean If I did it would only be to spend quality time with scott right?

“I mean I guess, but not that one face mask made my face burn.” I said fingers circuling my face.

—-

Y/n’s Point Of View:

Finally locking up the shop I walk away to my car keys in my hand bag in another.

I couldn’t feel somewhat guilty for the amount of money we’d recieved from Chris. He was too generous.

It almost felt like I was using him even though he willing gave us the money. I still felt bad.

At home you ate your dinner in peace, lofi music playing in the background.

When suddenly your phone went off with a ping, two pings.

Picking up your phone to see what it was.

An instagram notification. “What the fuck.” You curse

Why was Scott Evans liking your pictures.

Now this was no coincidence.

You dial your Bestfriends number to tell her the news.

“Kiara.”

—-

Chris’s Point Of View:

“Scott what the fuck!” I shout. “Now she’s gonna know I was lurking.”

“But you weren’t I am.” Scott says

“Yes but don’t you think she’ll know we are together. This is why I didn’t want to do this.” I continue to shout.

“Just don’t like anymore pictures please.” I plead.

“Fine I won’t, but isn’t she hot.” Scott teases.

“She’s beautiful yes but not my type.” I lie

“You don’t have a type.” Scott rebutted

This wasn’t 100% accurate or inaccurate looks weren’t a formality for me not that you weren’t stunning, but the personality was were it was for me.

From the small moments I observed of you, your quiet and shy but outgoing on fun once you get to know the person and people you are around.

Maybe Scott was right, just maybe.

—-

First part! Lemme know what you think!

Are you liking y/n? She’s shy but she’ll open up soon😏.

Should they get together fast or slow I’m thinking mega slow!

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I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch. 1) - My

(twilight x reader)

Pairing: undecided

Chapter 2

Warnings: none! But this doesnt include the twilight world just yet

Most of her days were being spent like this lately. At home, walk the dogs, help out mom with the house, say she’ll do this and that— but doesn’t. Except on the rare occasions that she does. Thats why even after a whole month of not going out with her friends and ninety percent of her day being spent at home, her room was only getting messier. And honestly, in 2019, cell phone addictions are to blame.

Hours in her room dressing up with nowhere to go, and even more hours on instagram watching how much fun everyone else was having. In truth, it was a hole she dug on her own, rejecting invites and not creating them. She knew she needed to lose weight before going into the military because let’s face it— she can’t succeed in life any other way if education was never going to work out for her. She needed some sort of security for her future and if college wasn’t going to do it, the military would have to. Or at least that’s what her parents told her.

Though she was content, there was the part of her that wished there was some other way. But there wasn’t. She tried a whole dreadful year of college as an art major, and through that year she prioritized anything but school. She prioritized dancing and her social life. It hit her like a car crash that she couldn’t live on like this especially the the angel on her shoulder telling to her make the right decisions or her parents would find out about her antics. So when the car crash happened while she was supposed to be in school— instead she was on her way to get her nails done— it was the last straw for mom and dad.

The only thing that really made her want to stay away from the military was the boy she was talking to earlier in the year. That stupid boy. Long story short, the heartbreak he gave her really made her realize how strong she wanted to be, and let her dad know she wanted to see a recruiter the very next day. A maybe it was impulsive, but definitely rational.

So there she was, in her room at twelve noon, telling her long time friend Soren that she couldn’t hang with him because “her mom was mad at her and won’t let her go out”.

“It’s all good” he texted back.

Kaileia sighed. The only thing she could do was go to the beach, walk her dogs, go to the gym or wish she was as happy as she saw her friends were on instagram. Until her family vacation to California that was to happen in two weeks from now, passing time would be a burden. Deciding she’d soak in a bit of the Hawaii sun before coming back to her room only to be on her phone some more and possibly make some art, she peeled herself off the bed, prepared herself for the day and took her dogs out for a walk.

Besides the stressful pull of the leash her Border Collie– Athena– provided every time she saw another dog, these walks were always peaceful and provided much headspace. Hawaii was a beautiful combination for magnificent islands and Kauai was no exception. The humidity was just right, the sun was warm enough, the waters were usually friendly just as the people were. With so much headspace, her thoughts had everywhere to go.

“The population of Native Hawaiians are going dangerously low—I’m really no exception. I’m not even full Hawaiian. Poi donuts sound great right now. How are my sister and her boyfriend going to handle a long distance relationship? I wonder if if Kai actually likes football. Does he have a girlfriend? Whoever gets my little brother will be so lucky. I wonder if Keiki is doing okay in middle school. Mom has work tonight. Having two jobs and four kids is so stressful. Let’s not forget that Dad is going to school too— for the sole purpose of making money. The military pays him for it.

I wonder what Mark saw in Jennika that he didn’t see in me.

Her expression clouded, not wanting to remember him. They ended on a good note, but upon seeing that he decided to pursue a relationship with her and not him, it hurt her pride. A lot.

Snapping out of it and watching her two dogs happily walking along the beach, tongues out and frolicking about, she smiled. “These two have my whole heart” She thought.

What if life was different? If I had friends who texted me more than once in a blue moon. If I wasn’t on instagram all the time and I was actually out in the world. If I actually had people to shop with— okay maybe not that one. Shopping with other people around is distracting. But still, I wish I was closer with people.

Life right now was lonely for her. Soren’s invitation was one he sent for the first time in 2 months. Not that it’s his fault. She’d turn down his last one because she was too heartbroken by Mark to see anybody.

Nearing halfway through her route, she whipped out her phone to put on Pokémon Go! After all, it’d be a waste to pass all these pokestops even if she wasn’t planning on catching anything at the moment.

It was 1 p.m. and she was back from the walk. The sound of two little girls and a baby filled the house as they ran around pretending to be Elsa and Aurora in their pink and blue dresses.

She took out a mug and began to steep white tea. After a few minutes of this, she boiled 2 eggs, ate a banana, and made toast to put peanut butter on later.

“Going to the gym later?”, her mom, Mahealani questioned, holding the baby on her hip. She ran an at-home day care while working at a restaurant after 5p.m.

Kaileia cast an annoyed look for a quick second before muttering a “yeah”.

Ever since the emotional conversation to her mom about not wanting to pursue college, her mom made sure she knew that the military would be secure, and that she had to go as soon as possible in order to retire early. Mahea wanted the best for her daughter. The idea was always in her air, but Kaileia wanted to try out college first.

3p.m. Go to the gym because mom told you to

4p.m. Just a few more sets and we’ll go home.

Text from: Miko

Hey do you wanna go to Na Pali later? CJ and Li are coming too

Kaileia smiled, she loved that coast and the fish she could swim with that were within 4 feet high of the ocean

Text to: Miko

I’m down what time tho?

Text from: Miko

We’re gonna go at like 6 do u need a ride

Text to: Miko

yeeeee

5p.m.

”Should I take a shower? I just worked out but I’m gonna go in the ocean,” Kaileia asked Miko over the phone

“Just dont wash your hair I guess honestly I dont know,” Miko replied

“Bitch what if I infect the ocean,” Kaileia jokingly exclaimed

“Bitch, I don’t know! The fish will die I guess!” Miko laughed.

“Amazing,” Kaileia deadpanned.

“Oh and Li’s not coming anymore,” Miko mentioned

“Why?”

“I don’t know I think him and his mans are gonna do crackhead things,”

“I’m surprised,” Kaileia said sarcastically

“Same,” Miko said

7p.m.

Kaileia, CJ, and Miko walked in their swimsuits and towels along the coast, finding their usual spot before running right in. The two girls hair flowing behind them in the wind while CJ’s curls bounced with him.

8p.m.

The trio finally walked out of the water, feeling as if gravity was pulling them harder than usual.

Sitting on the towels, Kaileia suddenly asked, “Do you guys ever wish life was different?”

“Shit is it sad girl hours already?” CJ asked, earning a short chuckle from Miko.

“I honestly don’t even know like— the ocean has me feeling some type of way,” Kaileia explained.

“I wish I didnt have a nicotine addiction,” CJ suddenly joked, while taking a hit from his vape. The girls both laughed. “I don’t wanna be gay no more this shit making me stupid I swear” they laughed even harder at his half-assed excuses.

“Shut up hoe you love being gay,” Miko swatted him while taking a hit

“You right though,” he aknowledged

“You guys radiate crackhead energy like 24/7,” Kaileia said

And it was true. Out of the four— Li being absent— Kaileia was the most “normal” one. Not to say she wasn’t as crazy as them, she just was normal at more times than they were.

The rest of the night was filled with vine references, creating tik tocs on the beach, and taking “Hot Girl Summer” beach photos. Though it was dark, Kaileia decided to go for one last swim, taking Miko with her. CJ stayed behind to enjoy the night time coast while the girls ran in. Kaileia ran faster, underestimating the tide as she was already in 4feet deep and still being pulled in as she was deeper now and the wave aggressively towering over her at 7 feet. Stunned, she held her breath and braced herself.

“Kai!” Miko yelled, panicked

The only thing Kaileia heard after that was the gargling sounds of the unforgiving ocean before everything went black.

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Heres the first chapter! Before jumping into the Twilight world, I kinda wanted you guys to know the character a little bit. Thank you for reading! Likes, Reblogs, Suggestions / Recommendations & Critiques are appreciated!!

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Twenty three - Guayaquil & Lima

The alarm woke us up at 4.45 and it wasn't nice. We quickly got dressed and got an uber to the airport. After checking in we used our remaining Ecuadorian change on very expensive but nice looking chocolate. Mike had a sleep (having had a bad night's sleep) before we boarded to travel to our next country!

We tried to sleep on the flight, which was a on surprisingly nice LATAM plane. Mike, as always surprised even himself with his ability to sleep on transport and before we knew it we were in Lima. As we got off the flight I noticed a lot of people wearing athletic uniforms. Looking closer I saw the Olympic symbols; we were travelling with Olympians! If I was up on my sports maybe I'd have known who they were but lots of people were taking their photos when we landed.

We got a taxi to our hostel, in the perpetually cloudy desert city (it never rains!), through terrible traffic jams before emerging onto a highway along the seafront. On the way we saw temporary stadiums and stands for Lima 2019, the Pan-American Games! Suddenly the Olympians on the flight made sense! After 45 minutes we reached the hostel and had the quickest check-in and sort out turnaround so far. We were worried if we stopped we'd fall asleep. Instead we walked from the hostel through the Barranco suburb and the along the Malècon to the Milaflores district. Barranco had a real Bristol feeling to it with lots of street art and hipster cafes. Milaflores was definitely the upmarket part of town with fancy sea view apartments and a shopping mall on the cliff front.

As Lima is such a foodie city we really wanted to do a food tour but tickets are so pricey, $100 each!! So instead we took ourselves on a food tour. With a bit of research and Mike navigating the tour began. Before leaving Barranco we had to have what every good food tour starts with, an ice cream! The gelateria looked good and very hipster. It used local produce and flavours to create exotic and delicious ice creams. After trying a few flavours I decided you just can't go wrong with chocolate, especially when it's from South America. So we opted to share a scoop of chocolate nibs and it was absolutely delicious; Swoon in Bristol has a clear rival.

After the fairly long Malècon walk to work up an appetite the second stop was a ceviche place but as we neared we saw long queues outside. By this point it was getting later and we were getting hungry so decided to move on to the next stop, thinking we could come back another time when we'd booked. So the next stop was next to Park Kennedy, a park where all the stray cats live because they're treated so well! The cats are vaccinated, fed, watered and put up for adoption when they can be. There are loads in the park sunbathing and being stroked. Of course I couldn't resist so immediately looking for the nicest looking for a cuddle.

While in the park we spotted a churros seller which was another stop so quickly bought a couple to have. I think this was mainly as a distraction for Mike so he didn't get annoyed with me and the cats. The churros were filled with caramel, crunchy and sweet mmmm! And only 75p each!

After the churros we found a restaurant as our next stop. We ordered our first pisco sour (spirit made from grapes, lime juice, egg white, bitters), an Inca Kola, and a rocoto rellenos to share. The drinks arrived and the pisco sour was strong! Considering we hadn't eaten much it went to both of our heads immediately. The Inca Kola was bizzare, it wasn't like cola which is what I was expecting but was more like bubblegum panda pop. The more we drank the more we liked it.

The food came next and I'm salivating at the thought of it. Rocoto rellenos is a slightly spicy red pepper stuffed with mince, vegetables and cheese. I don't know exactly what else went into it but it was absolutely delicious. And what made it even better were the dauphinoise potatoes that accompanied it. They were creamy and cheesy and delicious. We were very happy. It was supposed to be a starter but was massive!

Slightly wobbly after the pisco sour we headed to the next destination but quickly realised we were flagging from our lack of sleep. We popped into a hipster coffee/book shop for a Peruvian espresso and to use their WiFi to do a quick bit of organising. A perpetual task, but the best coffee we've had on the trip!

After coffee the next stop was a Chifa restaurant. Peru is heavily influenced by the Chinese that came here as cheap labour after they abolished slavery. Chifa restaurants are everywhere and Peruvian cuisine is influenced by Chinese flavours. We sat down and ordered a lomo saltado to share. It turns out you could only order that as part of a set menu so we had to order spring rolls too. It was basically a beef stir fry, but with chips in the gravy style sauce, served with fried rice. Mike loved it as it was basically two of his favourite things combined, chips in gravy and fried rice! It was great but after the rocoto rellenos I think anything would struggle to compare.

The next stop was a stall back in Kennedy Square. It served a Peruvian delicacy, pork buns. We shared one, and putting on our snooty food critique hats compared it to the one we had in Guayaquil. This had salty pork in delicious bread with a slice of sweet potato in that provided sweetness and moisture, while the one in Guayaquil was juicier (covered in gravy) but plain.

Our final stop was to try and find another stall selling picarones, a ring donut, but made with sweet potato! We walked around the park three times looking but unfortunately didn't find one. We had to make do with another churro and stroking some more cats!

Feeling stuffed and completely exhausted (we'd been wandering around for 6 hours!) we sneakily reused the WiFi at the coffee shop to get an uber back to the hostel.

When we got in we realised tonight was the opening ceremony for the Pan American Olympic games, happening just round the corner! We both sat down and watched the ceremony while organising some more.

The ceremony was amazing and I felt so excited and weirdly proud. I don't know what the Olympics does to me (maybe I was remembering the London Olympics?) but I felt like I was going to cry! The Peruvians put on an amazing show with a huge mountain in the middle of the stage which lit up with projections. The performers were all in traditional dress and took us through the story of Peru. It was cool to see all the things we'd come to Peru for encapsulated in the show and made me excited for the rest of our travels!

We went to be very early that night and luckily we had nice dorm mates that didn't seem to mind, but did find it funny that we were sleeping in a bunk bed in a dorm on our honeymoon. I call it a good night's sleep!

[enzoseven]

oldie

LyricsYo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy AwkBig eared bandit is tossing all his manners In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages Tossing 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda It's the dark skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton Not a fucking Logic contradicting dick head Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit Semen scented cheetah printed tee In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season Previous items in the present With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)To have some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless Smiles of cowards in lead showers Dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbin' in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your rings Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop It's kill Hodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my Kool aid, JuiceHodgy got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in Wolf Gang party at the hotel I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left Brain need a freak I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke, bitch get higher Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter Still bang salute me or just shoot me Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingusWhat the fuck is caution? Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins Lost in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base That's great, I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp Three lettermans that Ace has been making him No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh? I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days I had the top off the GT3 like toupees One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays My grand scheme of things is to be attached To the game like bitches to their wedding rings And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem From Briggs I got bars and plans to Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uhIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop Op Dom neck shit in your wish list Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch Odd in your motherfuckin' area Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no fucks You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it upGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like GalagaRent a super car for a day Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you could sample the feel Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own Humble old me had to flex for the fogs Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone Yeah, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phoneGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I goHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell Still ignorant, still hit a bitch Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch catHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Wolf GangYeah, fuck that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American terrorist Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin' And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb The culprit of the potent punch Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup, or Nevada Drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck, shittin' like his colon bust Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies Motherfuckers sore in torso and face Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi Back like lateral passin' With that motherfuckin' gladiator manner of rappin' As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, pleaseOF, shit that's all I got From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block Storefront, knee tat Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks And grip tape, and my shoes Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut 5 years later, for our label yea we own it I started an empire, I ain't even old enough To drink a fuckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop This is for the niggas in the suburbs And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg They say we ain't actin' right Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em Radical's my anthem, turn my fuckin' amps up So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck Bitches 

I don't own this lyrics I got it from odd future

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I NEED YOU: Chapter 2: Filthy F*cking Blackmailer. (Reader x BTS)

Summary: She doesn’t have a name- only a purpose. That is until Kim Namjoon gives her a name. Muse, he calls her, so a Muse she will be for him and his idol group- BTS. But can muse escape her owner, the head of one of the most ruthless gangs in Seoul? Or will she finally find her place among her saviors, BTS? Will she finally find happiness there? Will she find love?

Words: 2,045

Chapter Warnings: Language.

Tags: Eventual polyamory, Namjoon x reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut, coffee shot au, gang AU

Chapter 1  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

2 nights later-Namjoon went back to the alleyway. But instead of walking, he opted to take a taxi. He would have gone sooner- were it not for the managers pushing them harder and harder at the studio.

When he made his way to the alleyway- he heard nothing- so he waited. He people watched and struggled with a few lines of rap in his head muttering it to himself as he watched. Until he heard the clang of the chain-link fence as someone hoped over it from the other side, he turned to look into that darkness to see a form turning away.

“Wait” he called, and he heard the footsteps Hesitate “I have something of yours.” he stuck out his hand- the locket dangling from his fingers, the girl lunged for the fence trying to snatch it back. Namjoon got his first look at her- she had smooth skin- a face that defiantly wasn’t pure Korea. her hair looked a little scrubby like she hadn't brushed it.

“That isn’t yours, give it back, thief!” she said in Korean, near perfect. Her eyes had this hollowed out sun-starved look- but she was still achingly beautiful with her slightly pointed nose and beautiful eyes. He had been intending to give it back, but now that he saw her- he made the decision without thinking-

“Get a coffee with me in the café across the street”- he gestured to the place behind him, “I’ll buy. After I’ll give you your necklace back.”

 She looked at him, her eyes narrowing in a glare.  Her fingers tightened into the chain link fence, she cursed something low under her breath- something that sounded like “filthy fucking blackmailer” In English before she hopped over the fence quickly and quietly- it was so late that no one gave them a second look.

In the light of the cafe- she looked far smaller and far thinner. With a large red sweatshirt and jeans that were torn- not artfully- but from wear and falling, he suspected. He ordered 2 coffees and then- observing the girl- how small she was- ordered 2 doughnuts. Then he stalled, unsure of what to say.

“First you blackmail me to getting a coffee with you, then you have nothing to say.” She licked her fingers, her doughnut gone.

“I don’t know where to start” he admitted, taken aback by her straightforwardness.

“How ‘bout you tell me your name.”

“Kim Namjoon,” he said, she wasn’t looking at him- not in the eyes- instead opting for a point on his sweatshirt- he had made sure to dress less ostentatiously tonight.

“And what do you do for a living Namjoon?”

“I write songs- and I rap them sometimes” she didn’t respond, “Aren't you going to tell me your name?” she shook her head, “that’s hardly fair.”

“Don’t talk to me about what is fair.” Angrily Namjoon yanked the locket out of his pocket and slid it to her side of the table, saying “have it then!” but before she had a chance to take it the door slammed open- a late night delivery for the shop owner. Namjoon wasn’t surprised- but the girl flinched back, more startled than she should have been. she took the locked, fastened it around her neck, stood, and said,“thanks for the coffee creep.” she turned towards the door. 

“Who taught you how to sing?” she paused at the door.

“No one did.”

“Then who’s song where you singing the other night?”

“No ones.”

“Bullshit- you wrote that didn’t you?” he said, and then countered in English.“I need your help” she narrowed her eyes, and then Namjoon pulled a mess out of papers out from his jacket pocket.

“Help me figure out the lyrics- there’s this song-” he looked down, “Please” he thought about them- V, Jimin, Suga- he was letting them down every day, “Your voice made me want to write the other night- if you can do that- please.“ she sighed, sucking on her bottom lip before she sat back down.

“Buy me another sweet roll and we have a deal.”

She poured over his lyrics and got frosting on his notes but Namjoon didn’t care- he sat content to watch her work as she crossed out and counted syllables on her sticky fingers and counted beats out with her feet. he could hear it the bittersweet melody beginning to worm its way into his ear as her sweet voice parroted lyrics back and forth sometimes asking for his input.

She muttered in a low voice where he should drop beats and add beats, he was content- just to watch her work- as she slipped her hair behind her ear. He bought them another coffee- and by the end of the night they had all of the rap figured out- and it wasn’t bad at all- he had been right about her.

She was a goddess- no- she was a muse.

For most musicians- good lyrics came once in a blue moon, they came fast- almost faster than you could write them down, but for some people, it came like a river.  It had once for him. Until work and stress had dammed up his river- but he could see hers. Her lyrics where a tidal wave content to swallow everything whole.  Which is why when her phone dinged- and her small smile dropped, he felt disappointed. She pushed his papers away and stood.

“I have to go.” The bells clanged as she hurried out the door, he stuffed the papers and napkins into his pockets.

“Wait” she paused on the street corner, “can we do this again?” he asked, her eyes still had that glazed over look,

“ I don’t know if that’s the best idea...” she looked across the street before walking and Namjoon followed her and watched as she climbed over the fence.

“Meet me here tomorrow at midnight.”

The next day Namjoon could barely stand practice, then a meeting. Studio time was a bit of a reprieve. And he spent a few hour before he had the new song- the one the mysterious woman had helped him on, down- the beginning stages of it into his computer. He even had time to write down a new melody and a handful of lines. The time on the clock read 11:00 by the time he saved everything, shrugged on his jacket and left- passing Yongi’s studio on the way out.

“Leaving already?” he called as Namjoon passed. This was much earlier than they left usually- usually 2 am was early- 11 was practically a half day for them. He paused leaning up against the doorway,

“I have an…appointment” he said, but appointment was the wrong the word for it. Yongi smirked,

“An appointment at 12 am?” his grin was proud but feral, “Which girl are you meeting this time?” There had been a few in the last few months- but most of them got frustrated with his single-mindedness- and constantly berated him for not returning their calls or text. wanting to spend time with him when producing and rapping took up all of his time.

Most of the time- they got tired of trying to be with him.

Namjoon snorted, “it's not that kind of meeting, I'll see you later”

“Can I meet this one before you break her heart?” Yongi called down the hallway- Namjoon couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. For all his swagger and stoicism, Yongi couldn’t resist teasing Namjoon.

By the time he got to the coffee shop she was already sitting there, she didn’t bother with a hello. “I don’t have long.” the words rushed out of her and he didn’t miss the fact that her eyes were watching him with wariness- tracking his movements.

 if possible she seemed even jumpier that before. She was also significantly less dusty that yesterday- her hair cleaner.  But she was also significantly tenser. Namjoon pulled his papers out of a bag and left her with them and a red pen,  2 coffees, and 3 donuts later he sat down next to her.

“How was your day?” he asked, as she tapped out a beat with her pencil, her eyes scanned the page, crossing out a word and replacing it with another one. 

“It was fine,” she said, and Namjoon began to pry- to ask her what she had done- anything in an effort to get to know the girl better,  but she countered “how was yours?” before he could. He told her about dance practice- about how he was still pretty horrible- about Jimin and Yongi. He could tell the names surprised her.

 “You didn’t tell me you where apart of a group.” She said, her voice toneless, he couldn’t tell if she was surprised or happy or shocked.

“We’re called BTS, have you ever heard of us?”

“No,” she said, humming under her breath as she started to rewrite the verse on the back of the page, “Though that doesn’t mean much” the door clanged behind him, and she jumped- even thought it was just the same late night delivery man that had come in last time. Her elbow knocked into her coffee and it spilled over the papers.

“Fucking shit,” she said in English. Namjoon was quick with napkins and managed to save the verse.

“It's alright,” he said, some of the ink had bleed- but it was still legible.

“Sorry.”

“when did you emigrate to Korea?” he asked instead.

“How did you know that?” she paled,

“Korean isn’t your first language.” She looked at him dumbfounded, then started to get up. He held out his hands,

“I just noticed you curse in English- and I've traveled a lot- people always curse in their native tongue” she sat back down and swallowed.

“Only a few years ago.” She said in a quiet voice.

“Really?” he said, surprised she had let something personal slip. “That’s pretty impressive- your Korean is really good!”

“Thank you,” she said. “What do you think of this lyric?” she asked, and then they went back to their back and forth and critiqued the verse.

They carried on like that the day after that and the next. Working sometime until the earlier hours of the morning. their meetings would always end abruptly as she got a text. 

 Ss the days went on he learned more about her- She had come to Korea for school from the United States but hadn’t made it to graduation- why? She hadn’t said. She had a brother. She was a cat person. She loved chocolate and vanilla but hated when they mixed. 

All of these things he held onto- trying to figure her out- to get to know her. but she always refused to tell him her name. 

The boys weren't getting any better either, and he found himself increasingly more distracted by their failure to meet management's expectations during the day. Trying to bring them togeather was getting harder and harder and Namjoon was only more distracted.

Finally Yongi asked him- a late night at the studio. “What are you working on” he showed him, and Namjoon watched as he put on the headphones and fought back tears. “Joon- why didn’t you show me sooner- this could be it- the thing that finally gets manager off our ass.” the song was deep and emotional and sentimental, combined with a killer tune. 

But it wasn’t finished, there was a second part- a part that Namjoon couldn’t sing- but he had a feeling v could- and he was reluctant to bring him in- Bringing him in meant telling him- and he was loathed to share the meetings- the only thing that had been his solace these last few weeks.

Namjoon nodded, “I would show it to them but-”

“But what?” Yongi prodded, annoyed. and he saw how stressed Yongi had been because it was rare for Yongi to let it show. “I'm not going to let you get away with not telling the guys, how long have you been sitting on this?”

“Only a few days, I had help writing it, help outside of the group or bighit” Yongi went silent at that and let Namjoon launch into the story- of how he had met the girl and how she had written that heartbreaking song- a song that somehow had a space for all of them in it. He wanted to share it- but he wouldn’t do it without her approval.

[lonedailydoodle]

Daily Doodle 217/365 - August 5, 2017

This isn’t how the art world works, guys

When I want to help, I mean it to help and guide you to improve.. no reason to block that

Today I woke up and quickly got on my PC to finish a very personal commission full of emotion for someone close. It hurt to draw it because of the context it was made but I finished it, it’s something that had to be done quick

After this, I spent most of the day just not doing much. I had my canvas open to draw a trade up but my PC crashed.. I wish I could afford another SSD to install windows in it, but my money has another priority

Uploaded some new art and continued working on that trade.. even if my PC crashed AGAIN later in the day

Another small thing that happened today is that I was severely hungry (Like right now) and mom gave me a donut.. the donut vanished in seconds.. I swallowed it.. TOO HUNGRY

Okay, onto the rest of the day

I then saw that someone from a group I’m in posted some sketches they asked about before. I suggested what they could do but they wanted to stay in their comfort zone. I disagree most of the time but I let it slip as they were sort of a starting artist and needed to take things a bit slow

Today they posted the sketches and since they had asked for suggestions before and I gave my 2 cents. I decided to give a critique on these sketches to help

I did my usual sort of critique where I point out flaws but mention how they can be resolved for next time, ending the critique with my joy to see them try such advances poses.. but this critique was not accepted like I expected

I am used to people throwing away what I try to teach them, so this wasn’t common, but it has been a long while since someone rejected my help. Anyways, they said they knew what mistakes they made but didn’t make that clear beforehand. I naturally try to help, it’s what I do and that’s how some of my friends know me. That’s why a lot of starting artists go to me and why friends recommend me as a tutor

Either way, I’ve been kinda careful with people who don’t ask for critique as even people very close to my dislike it though they’re such a small amount of people it’s very rare to get help rejected. But this artist did ask for suggestions before, so I thought it was alright

I learnt my lesson though, but only adds more people to my list of people to try to avoid helping by instinct. It’s kinda sad

My word to any artist, amateur or professional. Be open to critique but also be smart with it. Destructive or lazy critique doesn’t help. They must have knowledge on what they’re saying and must provide you with tips and maybe even examples if they have the time!

Heck, I even have a tutorial collection I can supply to whoever needs it. If any of my followers needs help with their art, PLEASE contact me! I’d love to help!

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"I don't know,Ress, I think you should be careful."

"Oh come on,Keen, don't make me laugh."

Liz sighs and shakesher head as she and Ressler descend the stairs from Cooper's office and headtowards the empty bullpen. Aram and Samar had gone out to lunch (Liz tries notto squeal with girlish glee at the thought) while she and Ressler were forcedinto a midday meeting with Cooper. Liz's stomach needlessly reminds her thatshe hasn't eaten since she threw down a tasteless container of yogurt thismorning. She sighs.

"I'm just sayingyou should watch your back. He's can be a vindictive son of a bitch."

Ressler chuckles,obviously not worried, despite the fact that he had recently done theunthinkable. Red had come in to the Post Office to brief them on the newestblacklister in his usual dramatic fashion that everyone hated and Liz tried tobe annoyed by but never really succeeded. After conveying all the informationthat he felt was relevant to them (and Liz has no doubt that that was theabsolute minimum), Red had pulled Lizzie aside for a quick private conversation-- Liz had tried to not stare at his lips while he asked her to lunch, shereally had -- and Ressler had come over and tactlessly interrupted them.

That was strike one.

Strike two was whenhe took one glance at Red's fedora of the day -- a light shade of blue that, ifLiz thought about it, complimented his tie and, if Liz thought harder about it,matched her eyes exactly and perhaps she should stop thinking so much -- andsaid, "Wow, Reddington, did a blue bird hatch your hat?"

Oh, what a strike twoit was. But Ressler, chuckling at his own stupid joke, did not see Red's mouthtwitch or his eyes squint or his jaw clench. Ressler did not see Red commit to gettingrevenge. But Liz did. Because Liz knows Red. And she knows that the one thinghe won't stand for, ever, is a slight to his hats.

And so Liz, feeling avague sense of duty to her somewhat socially inept partner, is trying to warnhim of the danger no doubt coming his way in the form of a vengeful Red.

"Relax, Keen. Ihave a gun and I'm surrounded by agents in a secure FBI black site. What couldhe possibly do to me?"

"Oh, a greatmany number of things Donald, I'm sure."

They look up to seethe man in question waltzing out of the elevator, carrying a bright pink boxwith curly writing on it that Liz can't quite read from this far away. Dembe isfollowing Red like a second shadow, as usual, but he has an odd lilt about hismouth, as if he's trying to smother a smirk. Strange.

"Forexample," Red continues easily, "he could throw a banana peel on thefloor directly in your path."

Ressler narrows hiseyes. "Very funny, Reddington. Do you even know who we're talkingabout?"

"Not aclue," Red says breezily, "but I brought donuts!"

Red plops the box onAram's vacant workstation and, now that it's closer, Liz can read the fancywriting on the box: 'Bella's Bakery'.

The name rings a bellin Liz's memory. Where had she heard it before? Oh, yes. Tom had taken herthere once, in some ridiculous attempt to regain her good graces after a fight.The bakery was on the other side of D.C., easily an hour out of the way from Red’scurrent safe house. Did he and Dembe go all the way there just to pick updonuts for a crabby group of FBI agents that included Donald Ressler?

No. Certainly not.Liz takes a careful step back from the box. Red catches her eye and smiles his Cheshirecat grin. She raises an eyebrow at him.

"You brought usdonuts?" Ressler asks, incredulously, stepping closer to peer at thecolorful box.

"Why, of course,Donald! Don't sound so surprised! You hard-working agents do such a good jobafter all."

Well, that does it. Liznow has no doubt that Red has chosen this time to get back at Ressler. Rednever has a shortage of critiques, complaints, and insults for governmentofficials.

Except Liz, ofcourse.

Ressler squints atRed for a moment, obviously suspicious, but Red just stares back at him,smiling cheerfully and bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. Liz smothersa grin. That's not cute, that's absolutely not adorable.

Apparently findingnothing in his scrutiny of Red's face, Ressler shrugs and reaches for the box.

"Uh,Ressler--" Liz starts to warn him but Red suddenly has an awful cough andDembe is silently stepping up to her, grinning openly now, and handing her apaper bag.

Liz takes it carefullyand frowns while Dembe wordlessly steps back into the shadows. Liz opens thebag quietly and peers into it. Oh. Red brought her lunch. Oh. How sweet. Andit's from her favorite deli that she mentioned to him in passing at least twoweeks ago. A roast beef sandwich with Swiss cheese and pickles and sour doughpretzels.

Oh, Red.

"I believethere's a cruller in there just for you, Agent Ressler," Red says, alittle too helpfully.

Liz watches, silentnow, as Ressler opens the lid to the box and picks up the cruller. Hescrutinizes it for a moment and then shrugs, closing the lid. In doing so, hefinally sees the name of the bakery.

"Bella's Bakery?Isn't that really far from here? You went all the way there just for us?"

Red waits untilRessler takes an enthusiastic bite of the cruller.

"No, of coursenot, Donald, I found them in the recycling bin."

And Ressler spits hismouthful of half-chewed donut all over Aram's desk.

"Ah!" hegasps, grabbing his coffee mug to take a large swig. "You found these inthe trash?!"

"No, I said therecycling bin, Donald, aren't you paying attention? I just love this wonderfulnew trend of 'going green'! Waste not, want not, you know!"

"Oh mygod!"

Red gives Ressler onelast smile, looking far too pleased with himself, and turns to go, Dembefollowing him, chuckling.

"Reddington, Iswear to god, I’ll-- Keen, are you laughing?!"

At that, Red spinsaround to look.

And Liz is laughing.She can't help it. Ressler's face was hilarious and besides, he may actuallyhave deserved what he got because Red really looked very nice in his blue hatand she did try to warn him after all and it was just so funny.

At Ressler'saffronted look, she begins to laugh even harder, unable to hold it in. Shelooks over at Red through teary eyes, arms wrapped around her middle, and seeshim smiling at her in something like wonder. She realizes all of a sudden thatit's been quite a long time since she laughed like this.

After taking one lasttender look at her, Red turns and enters the elevator, waving happily at Ressleras the doors close.

Liz, still chuckling,wanders over to Ressler, who is scowling nastily at the pretty pink box ofdonuts.

"Do you think hereally got it from the trash, Keen?" he asks, almost fearfully.

"I don't know,Ress." She sighs, trying not to smile.

And then the elevatoropens once again.

"Ah, whathappened at my workstation?!"

That sets Liz offagain, giggling hysterically, while Ressler groans and starts apologizingprofusely to Aram. Liz just shakes her head, smiling, and picks up her lunch,heading to her office to eat in peace. She wants to thank Red for lunch. And shecertainly doesn't want to have to explain to Aram what exactly is all over hisworkstation.

She has to call herfavorite criminal.

[sanatrath]

Peerspot

A VR app that lets users decide between transit options in Georgia Tech campus. 2012.

The problem

Georgia Tech has the Tech Trolley - a bus system that runs round the campus to transport students in a hurry. However, it wasn’t very reliable and was subject to constant delays due to traffic. In such situations, students had to wait and then run to their classes. Further investigation showed that delays in the trolley service ranked as the most frustration-inducing aspect of navigation around our campus. So, a few of us set out to help bridge this gap in intra-college transit by notifying users about trolley delays and suggesting to them alternative mode of transit ahead of time.

Finding a quick, convenient, efficient transit option for Georgia Tech students navigating the campus without confusion!

My role & process

I was the interaction designer in a four person team along with a UX researcher, a front end and a backend engineer. We followed a 10 step UX process that that followed task analysis, conceptualization, converging on a design, mock up & wireframes, prototype and design validation. I was responsible for concept mock ups, wireframes, visual design & presentation. 

Kicking it off

We found that Georgia Tech provided a few options to ease transit inside the campus. 

The Tech Trolley: It ran at a regular intervals and was free of cost. But there wasn’t any information in place to indicate the waiting times or location of buses running. This caused unnecessary delay at the bus stop.

ViaCycle: ViaCycle gave students access to bikes anytime for free or for a low fee. It had a digital locking system and GPS location detection. However, the system was not very popular and had a limited availability on campus.

GTBuses: GTBuses were more advanced and gave real-time visual information of location of buses within the campus. 

To know more about the transit issues of students, we did in-person interviews with 12 participants and received 26 responses to an online survey sent out to student groups. Analyzing the data, we inferred that the preferred modes of transport on campus, apart from walking, were the trolley and shuttle services followed by bike. 

64% of the respondents mentioned that they were late due to delays in transit. 

48% of the participants blamed their delays on unreliable bus service and long wait times. 

33% said that they prefer bikes if viaCycle rides were free. 

Making sense of the data

After gathering data, we created personas & task flows to identify the various touch points in our service. We also created a list of design recommendations addressing the ‘problem space’. 

Provide real-time and efficient Trolley tracking: Users need more information around the trolley running on the campus. 

Display interactive maps and way-finding graphics:  By providing interactive maps to the users, we can significantly improve the likelihood finding places/ routes on the map and decrease the time taken to complete the task.

Provide information about bikes available: A system that would point participants to free/rental bikes nearby would considerably improve cycling in campus and decrease the time taken in transit. 

Help in decision making: Help users in making decisions between available modes of transport to reduce the cognitive load & increase efficiency.

Converging on a design

After several brainstorming sessions to develop as many divergent ideas as possible, we narrowed down to 3 concepts - a tangible cap, a bus stop installation and an AR app for the smartphone. We presented our ideas at various demos to receive feedback. We finally decided to converge on the AR app idea while adding the positives from other concepts.

Development was made considering the iPhone 5 in mind. Initial low fidelity wireframes were sketched on paper and then transferred to CorelDRAW as high fidelity wireframes.

I used proto.io, JustInMind Prototyping tool to create iterations of the app. It was helpful to play with the interactions in the design. Once we were satisfied with the design direction, we built the entire app using Jquery mobile and Wikitude API.

Evaluation & Findings

For evaluation, we recruited 4 participants through word of mouth, as well as enticement through a varied selection of donuts, in the GT student center. Participants were asked to use the prototype and think-aloud through a few bench mark tasks. After the cognitive walkthrough, they were a series of qualitative questions regarding the prototype system's interface and functionality.

The overall impression was positive. Users commented on the novelty of the AR view and the ability to identify locations of real vehicles and places as well as occupancy and availability. Most thought that the system would be especially useful to users who were new to the campus.

Although the system as a whole received praise from a technological innovation standpoint, the functionality of the system was subject to critique. It seems that no matter how many interesting features were included, some users could not see past its use as another alternative to NextBus. 

What I learnt

Always remember to take photos. This helps a great deal when you circle back to document the process. 

Think out of the box. Brainstorming sessions really are most productive when group members come in with sets of unique ideas, and then are able to combine and refine them together. Some of our best designs were developed through inclusion of aspects from multiple other ideas, which were then refined to cover divergent types of models, systems, or modes of interaction.

Remind participants that it is a prototype. We found that participants in our study would often comment on the speed and stability of the system. Although it may have been useful to allow a given user free reign of the system in the evaluation process, too much freedom detracts from the time necessary to complete the given tasks and may lead to unrecoverable system instability. 

Simpler is better. We got several points of feedback from users that they would prefer 2D maps over AR. So when an simpler, conventional UI can do that job, we shouldn’t introduce novel complex models in the experience. 

[hopefulgardentiger-blog]

création d’une vidéo abstraite

1- trouver des pistes d’inspirations (ce qui m’inspire)

-l’art (les couleurs vives)-injustice-faim-bananes -donuts- papillon- guerre-enfants-ville-temps-illusion-chèvre-âne-avenir-je ne sais pas- drôle- chien- chat- pop culture- fruits- école

2-Développer une thématique, un concept

Je pense choisir la faim en guise de thème. J’aime l’idée de représenter un thème aussi profond et universel ; tous les êtres vivants ont besoin de se nourrir pour survivre et ont, par extension, faim. Je veux transmettre un sentiment d’injustice pour ceux qui sont démunis, je veux que mon lecteur sympathise avec le reste du monde. Donc,je vais représenter des éléments qui se rapportent à mon but comme des enfants qui sont en détresse, de la nourriture grasse en abondance (comme en amérique), des gens en surplus de poids, même des animaux qui se mangent entre eux pour représenter ce qui se passe actuellement dans notre espèce avec certains hommes qui ont toutes les ressources et qui affament/tuent les autres  (lions qui chassent, des crocodiles qui mangent des animaux sauvages). Le son sera violent, des basses, des caisses, quelque rugissement de lions, puis il y aura un silence et je terminerais en beauté en ajoutant un élément pour l’instant indéterminé, mais qui transmettra la rage,voire la haine face à cette situation négative après le générique pour donner une dernière dose de mon génie créatif et pour imprimer cette émotion que j’ai choisie dans l’esprit de mes spectateurs.

3-Explorer divers moyens techniques et artistiques

Pour cette section, j’ai expérimenté divers outils et techniques ; j’ai appris à créer un gif sur photoshop, j’ai amélioré ma connaissance du logiciel final cut pro, j’ai appris à enregistrer des bandes audios et vidéos avec quick time player et à les réutiliser intelligement. Pour ce faire, je me suis inspirée du thème que je m’étais choisie (la faim) et ai enregistrée une séquence qui présentait un de mes youtoubeurs favoris qui mangeait de manière unique (en bref, il ne faisait pas preuve d’une grande élégance dans le processus) et l’ai ralentie pour bien montrer la grâce de ses mouvements. Puis,j ‘ai ajoutée des filtres, me suis amusée à ajouter des en-têtes et statistique et ai crée un gif pour accompagner le tout. Finalement, je me suis essayée à l’enregistrement d’une musique qui ajouterai une touche humoristique au tout avant de transférer ma vidéo et de passer au choses sérieuses.

cette première vidéo se trouvera dans un prochain post

4-Déterminer les divers types d’image et de sons à utiliser

Comme je l’ai mentionnée plus tôt, je voudrais utiliser des images d’enfants, assailli par des émotions négatives, des animaux qui s’entre tuent. des images de personnes qui ont faim, le tout accompagné d’une musique agressante qui transmettra efficacement le message.

5-Réaliser ma création

Ma vidéo finale sera présentée dans un prochain post

6-Critiquer mon analyse

La critique de ma vidéo et de celle d’un collège se trouveront dans un prochain post

[dalydaly20-blog]

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[winniefurneaux2-blog]

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