and and is there fic about this somewhere

Between: A PJO Fanfiction

This is a fic that’s mostly made of vignettes, some personal headcanons and some canon extension about those referenced Nico moments that were never explicitly addressed leading into those Solangelo moments we all wanted to get. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Also read on AO3

Trigger Warning: suicide attempt

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Nico drifted in a margin between a starless sky and a sea.

Somewhere between, only breaching surface enough to breathe and take another seed between his lips and hope it grew into something better.

There was only darkness, only shadow. He was trapped somewhere in the land between life and death with no way to navigate through.

Would anyone come? Would there ever be any light?  Or would he be trapped there for the rest of time? Even if he escaped this fate, would it matter if what he wanted most he could never have? How much more would he have to sacrifice to make it all matter if he had already sacrificed everything?

Nico would do it. One last time.

He sank.


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lunalayn  asked:

Hello :) I was wondering if I could request a fic where the reader is Aurelio's niece who grew up in his chop shop and one day she needs protection because of some assassin business so Aurelio hires John to be her protector then somewhere along the line he falls in love with her but he's conflicted since she's a bit younger than him but in the end when she's almost killed he decides he doesn't care about anything but making sure she's never hurt again... Hope this isn't too much Thanks <3

Ohhhhh I wanna write this now but Im going according to who asked first…. Bummer.

BUT I LIKE EEEETTTTTTTT

XoXo Cookie

anonymous asked:

There's this fanfic I have read once but haven't been able to find. It's a smut fic and it's set just after the werewolf episode. Rose is contemplating what the werewolf said about her, and then starts to think of the doctor. I think she is angry about something the Doctor did. Doctor walks in and they talk, Rose mentions something about the wolf in her and seduces the Doctor. Smut endures. Somewhere around the end the Doctor thinks something like ' he didn't know Rose was such she-wolf in bed.'

Taming The Timorous Beastie by @kelkat9 (Ten x Rose, adult)

-cq

anonymous asked:

Scott/Logan.Scott has a fox tattoo somewhere on his body(preferably inside of his left tight).On a mission he gets hurt close to the area and Logan sees it while patching Scott up.He kinda gets obsessive about learning it's story and how it looks without covered in blood.(bonus if Scott is all flustered because of the attention and the tattoo has an embarresing story.)

Hey you. Yes, you.

I just wanted to take a moment to say that whether or not your fic makes it on to rec lists, or gets a lot of reblogs, and regardless of whether or not you get nominated for awards, or make it onto lists of authors people should read, you still matter. Someone, somewhere, appreciates you. They love the thing that you wrote. They squealed, and flailed, and probably messaged their friend about it at 2am in the morning. You have written sentences that have made peoples’ hearts flip-flop in their stomachs and have little moments of ‘oh I wish I’d thought of that! Headcanon!’.

You are still a writer, and a damn good one at that.

You know.. Jason died right, so all I’m saying is he can probably see ghosts and other nonhuman entities. The batfam probably all separately catch him staring into dark corners with a horrified expression or occasionally saying fuck off to the empty air somewhere to the right of their heads.. maybe Jason sometimes isn’t acting quite himself due to a malevolent entity attempting possession. They all just sadly use this behavior to further confirm that Jason is just not all there upstairs since he came back, until Constantine shows up in Gotham and the batfam witness Jason helping exorcise a demon only they can see, and Constantine is like holy shit I’ve never seen this many spirits drawn to one person before

ships passing in the night.

A quick, (hopefully) fluffy little fic featuring musician!Derek. Inspired by this prompts post of “Reunited AUs.”

Stiles is so close to getting somewhere with Derek. He can feel it.

They have inside jokes. They eat lunch together every day in the cafeteria. Stiles has found out that Derek can play like fifteen different instruments and likes to fiddle around with composing music in his spare time, and Derek knows all about Stiles’ fascination with folklore, unexplained phenomena, and The X-Files. Stiles overhears Derek telling Boyd that Stiles is a “brilliant researcher.” Derek has seen Stiles having a panic attack in the men’s restroom and talked him through it, and he went with Stiles as his (sadly platonic) plus-one to his dad’s wedding. There’s even a drunk almost-kiss at their boss Lydia Martin’s engagement party, Stiles making an idiot of himself but Derek smiling fondly anyway, and then—nothing.

“Hey, where’s Derek?” Stiles asks Greenberg when he comes in Monday morning. Derek is one of those annoyingly productive morning people and always beats Stiles to the office. Today his desk is empty. Like, weirdly empty. Stiles would almost venture to call it bare, except that makes no sense. “He’s not sick, is he? Or hungover?”

Although, as far as Stiles knows, Derek doesn’t drink.

“He quit,” Greenberg says, not looking up from the magazine he’s reading, as if this is totally normal.

There’s a strange ringing in Stiles’ ears. “Like, for the day?”

Greenberg doesn’t look up. “Like, for forever.”

It really is that sudden. One day he’s plugging away in the cubicle next to Stiles’, and the next, Stiles finds out from fucking Facebook that Derek Hale is overnight famous.

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Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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Some of my favorite tropes in Star Wars fics

1. R2-D2 is fiendishly clever and even Palpatine is wary of him

2. Han Solo and Chewbacca go on Indiana Jones adventures

3. The adventures of Qui-gon Jinn the Hippie Dad and his Slightly Mortified Son, Obi-wan

4. In which yet another hospital wing is named after Obi-wan

5. In which Darth Vader is reasonably certain that somewhere in the galaxy his son is about to do something very ill-advised

6. In which Luke does something very ill-advised

7. Admiral Piett is essentially the politely snarky Alfred to Vader’s Batman

8. Luke falling into some absolutely ridiculous trap and Vader almost stumbling over him like “I would ask how you keep finding your way into places like this, but I’m a little afraid of the answer”

9. The Adventures of Leia and Luke, Mystery Twins (or, why Tarkin’s headache just doubled)

10. In which Padme convinces Obi-wan and Anakin to go with her on what should have been a routine trip, but turns into some kind of Scooby-Doo adventure

“hey magnus, i was wondering–”

it was a balmy spring night, just chilly enough that the breeze was slightly biting as it blew through the open doors to the balcony. alec had been in the study for about an hour now. he had told himself he was going to write reports but somewhere along the way that idea was forgotten.

instead he started running his fingers over the spines of all of the books and gathering himself a little pile he wanted to read. the only problem was that he found one that looked really interesting - sporting the name m. bane curling around the spine - but it was in a language he didn’t know and had never seen before. magnus’s books were always his favorites to read so he had been planning to ask him if there was a copy in another language anywhere, but that plan died in his throat the minute he walked into the living room.

because there in between the pillars and couches, magnus was on the floor doing pushups. an hour ago alec had left him out on the balcony honing his magic. when he left magnus had been wearing a grey tank top, but now it was crumpled, discarded on the floor. needless to say, magnus was doing shirtless pushups with the warm lamp light catching on the sweat slicking his broad back. alec forgot he had wanted anything, let alone to ask a question, as he stood there staring with his lips parted.

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Jughead x Reader- Soulmate AU- Drawings

Soulmate AU where whatever is drawn or written upon the skin appears on the other. I found a post on here somewhere that inspired this, so if you guys have any idea about the original post please let me know~! This fic is gender neutral!

Warnings: None at all, unless you count my writing haha

This flips between second and third person depending on the POV. Let me know how ya feel about that

Words: 1373

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Jughead sat on his bed, a smile on his face as he watched the skin of his arm, line after line appeared, creating beautiful patterns on his skin. This was a nightly occurrence, part of the routine, and he couldn’t help wondering who would draw these designs. They were beautiful, and he would always wonder just where the person who drew them was. Sometimes he would watch as lines would disappear and then reappear in new forms, the artist on the other side not happy with their work, and he knew he would be able to watch them for hours. He never told his friends about the art, as it was always gone by morning, and he liked having just a secret between him and whomever this person was.

Sometimes he would write things out for whomever was on the other end and the pair would have short conversations. Nothing too long, things that could be written out on an arm or a hand, and he had gotten to know little things about them. He wanted to save most of the mystery of this intriguing person until they met and wanted to save as much room as he could for their artwork.

They were talented, and it always was bittersweet when the drawings would be washed off in the morning. In part he was sad because now they would be gone, but now he would be able to wonder what they would do next. Sometimes through the school days he would leave little notes of encouragement on his arm, or just little quotes he saw that made him think of his enigma. It was strange how a few simple questions, and hours of watching them draw had made him completely smitten with them.

He knew that no one in Riverdale was the one who had done the designs, and i disheartened him some, worried he would never be able to truly meet his soulmate without having to ask them where they lived. He had always liked the concept of simply bumping into them one day, instead of doing what the other couples he knew had done, and arranged plans to meet. As far as he could tell, the person he wrote to had agreed with this sentiment.

You on the other hand were a nervous wreck these days. Everything in your life had turned upside down as your family packed everything and moved cities. Your mother had simply grown sick of the city life and your father had agreed to move her back to where she had grown up: Riverdale.

You had been here a few times as a child, visiting your grandparents when it was possible but you had always remained secluded. You didn’t want to see the other children, not wanting to make friends and have to leave them so soon after. A decision that you now regretted as you found yourself in front of the new school. You took a breath as you made your way up to the door, face looking towards the ground before you collided into a blonde girl, nearly sending you both to the ground. You were thankful as someone grabbed you from behind, helping you up.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, reaching to make sure the blonde girl was alright. She just smiled and shook her head.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Betty Cooper, your tour guide for the day,” she said, holding out her hand, which you shook.

“My names Kevin! I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, I like your shoes,” he said and you smiled warmly.

“Yeah, that’s me. that obvious huh?” you asked and Betty gave a sheepish smile.

“It’s hard to hide a new face in a town like this,” she says and you nod your head, smiling back lightly.

“No I guess not,” you said and she sighed a bit.

“Come on, I’ve already got your schedule, I’ll show you where to go for your first class,” she said and you nodded, following quickly behind her. There was something about the chatter of the two people you had met first that instantly put you at ease. Soon enough it was lunch hour and you found yourself sitting at the table with her group of friends.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), the new student everyone’s been talking about,” Kevin said as he plopped down in an empty seat at the end of the table.

“(Y/N) this is Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Jughead Jones,” Betty said, pointing them all out in order as you gave a cautious wave before sitting down beside the blonde.

Jughead Jones the Third,” Jughead piped up and Betty rolled her eyes.

“Of course, I always forget, he likes that part being made very clear,” she said, looking to you with an amused look in her eyes.

Jughead was about when Veronica butted in, making her own introduction, “Finally! Someone who can take the new kid title from me! I’ve been here for months and still haven’t shaken it,” Veronica said, waving her hands around in excitement, “It’s nice to meet you though,” she said, her smile warm.

“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself (Y/N)?” Archie asked and you smiled, giving whatever details were asked of you and making pleasant conversation with the kids around you, your hand over the spot on your arm where a sweet message from your soul mate was sitting under the sleeve.

In the weeks that went by you found yourself becoming quite close to the small group of friends, joining them when you could. though there was an unmistakable draw to Jughead. There was just a spark that was there, that the other kids didn’t have.

And yet it still took nearly three months for the two of you to realize why that was. The two of you were sitting across from the other in Pop’s, him working on his novel and you were buried in some sketches you were working on in your sketchpad. As your pencil flowed across the paper you couldn’t help but begin to continue the pattern on the back of your hand, hoping to give that special person a surprise outside of the usual routine artistry you did.

You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice Jughead stop typing, his focus now on the back of his hand as he watched the design flow freely across the skin. He glanced up at you to see if you had noticed before he tensed. He watched as your pen worked across your own hand, noticing the exact same design on it.

“It’s you,” he said, a near whisper as he did, eyes wide and staring.

At his words you looked up, a furrowed brow, “Whats me?” you asked, not seeing his hand that was still behind his laptop.

He didn’t know what to say, instead just closing the computer and laying is hand down next to yours, both of you staring in amazement at the identical pictures.

“You’re my soulmate,” you whispered, your eyes going up to look him in the eyes, a grin spreading across your cheeks.

“I knew something was odd,” he blurted and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Good to know you think I’m weird Jones,” you said and he blushed, shaking his head.

“Yeah you’re weird, but who in Riverdale isn’t?” he asked and you nodded.

“Good point,” you said and he smiled, putting his hand in yours, his thumb tracing the design gently before leaning in so your lips could meet.

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What you didn’t see, the two of you completely engrossed in each other was a grumbling Betty, handing Veronica and Kevin each a twenty dollar bill in the doorway of the diner.

“Told you so,” she said, a smug smile on her face before she snapped a picture of their two friends.

“I knew they were end game,” Kevin said gleefully, laughing playfully at the blonde. The group of friends had been split, divided and had started the bet at Veronica’s suggestion. Archie and Betty saying it was too good to be true, Veronica and Kevin, swooning at the mere idea of the new kid and the loner being soul mates.

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Let me know what you guys think. Tell me how to improve! Pointers are definitely appreciated! :) Requests are open if anyone is willing to give me a chance haha

Announcing #SanversWeek (!!!!!)

Yep.

I’m doing the thing.

Originally posted by cwsupergirlgifs

By popular request, I’m going to be hosting the first (biannual?) #SanversWeek to celebrate Maggie and Alex and their Super Epic Love.

There will be three components that yall shall suggest and vote on to set this up:

1. Figuring out a date (which shall be after the Season 2 finale!)

2. Suggesting and voting on a theme (to thread together the prompts for each day)

3. Suggesting and voting on seven prompts, one for each day of the week.

On each day during that week, you all can submit or post fan art, fic, music videos, comics, gifs, original songs, playlists – whatever strikes your fancy and is inspired by the theme! – with the tag #sanversweek somewhere in the first first five tags.

Next week, I’ll open suggestions and voting for the dates; about a month before the dates we decide on, I’ll open suggestions and voting for the theme; about two weeks before, I’ll open suggestions and voting for the daily prompts.

For now, since #SanversWeek is a Tiny Baby Gay (much like Alex Danvers), please use the replies to this post to give general suggestions and also, boost the crap out of it!

Because #SanversWeek should become an international holiday, I’m just saying.

Originally posted by swanmillsq

Give me tattooed, badass emissary!Stiles who is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong and saving the day and gruff yet charming, put upon Alpha!Derek who is always there to work with Stiles even if he complains about it even though he actually enjoys working with him.

They were never suppose to fall for each other, but somewhere between clearing out a nest of vampires and saving a pod of selkies from poachers they fell in love (well first they fell into bed together, but then they fell in love).

Patater Soulmate thing

Soulmate AU in which your soulmate’s first thought about you appears on your skin somewhere that is also a college AU where Kent and Tater end up in a class together before they meet each other through the hockey team (maybe Tater flew in from Russia late and missed team intros but I’m totally stealing that from another fic sorry)

and so Kent is not paying attention when Tater sits down next to him, and Tater is getting antsy and bored because syllabus day sucks let’s be real, and so he starts fiddling with his pencil and Kent just looks over and the first thing he thinks is God, his hands are obscene, and Kent can’t stop staring 

And then of course they get to practice that afternoon and fuck Kent because the guy from his class is here and thank God that hockey players wear gloves

Then fast forward a while to when the team is on a roadie and they won their game and Kent and Tater are sharing a room and someone brought alcohol so Kent ends up having a little too much and he’s laying in bed watching Tater get ready to go to sleep and he just blurts out “Fuck Mashkov, your hands are ridiculous” and Tater stares at him really weird but Kent is drunk and a little sexually frustrated so he just keeps going

“like, I know we’re teammates and everything but fuck I can’t stop imagining your giant ass hands touching me, like I didn’t think I had a hand kink before I met you, but obscene is an appropriate word for what you are doing to me, wait, what are you doing?”

and suddenly Tater is crossing the room in a few giant strides and kneeling down in front of Kent and stares into his eyes like he’s looking for something, and Kent can’t breathe, and Tater’s mouth is moving, and he’s being asked a question but all he hears is “words?”

“What?” Kent manages to squeak out and Tater is asking again, “Where are words?” and all Kent can think of is his soulmark, but why would Tater ask about that? but he subconsciously touches them anyway, right under his t-shirt by his collarbone, and wait, Tater’s hand is there now, what is hap-

Kent’s brain is overheating and Tater’s got his shirt pulled down below the words and is staring at them very intently and brushing his fingers against them

“only seat left is next to hot guy, great, now will get no work done” and Kent is sobering up a little because fuck the sentence on his chest sounds really natural coming from someone who doesn’t speak English that well and Tater is still staring at him, and fuck Kent realizes what’s going on when Tater stands up and turns around and starts taking his shirt off

and now Kent is face to face with the words God his hands are obscene printed on tater’s back and he didn’t notice before but his eyes are tearing up and he doesn’t know what to do so he just leans his forehead against Tater’s back, against his words because he’s really happy right now and still a little drunk

and Tater just leans back into Kent with a smile on his face because I found him.

The Egg Mayhem; A day in the life of the HamFam

Just a warning: it’s 3am, English is not my first language, I wrote it on my phone and I had no plot for this fic.
I wrote it from my own point of view, because it just felt like the most natural way to write.

Tags: @its-the-hamfam @hamiltrashtothemax @fandomsinabookshelf @building-palaces-from-paragraphs @matt10nt @5secondsofhamilton @musicalmiranda @secretschuylersister @psychedemigod @casual-hamiltrash @thatuglydino @hamlltvn @problematicdaveeddiggs I don’t know who else needs to be tagged and I hope that I got all the blogs right, pffft.

Enjoy, or probably just suffer.

March, 2022.
It was our first winter living together in New York City and it was a blizzard outside. We all knew that it would snow in winter, but this wasn’t something that most of us had expected. Everyone who were from somewhere warm were freezing even if it was only a bit below zero.
I, as in Ams, I was the only person who lived up in the north before even moving here. I wasn’t even bothered, the blizzard reminded me of home in it’s own way. I was sitting in my own small little room, scrolling through some really old Tumblr posts from the time we all met. I came across that one post from March 2017. It was us planning of getting together, renting apartments from the same building and living in NYC.

It was just a wild idea back in the day. But there were we. A bunch of crazy 20-something nerds from all around the world, finally united. The neighbourhood was really welcoming and the apartments itselves weren’t that bad, it could have been worse. Our land lord was a whole another story. (He really doesn’t enjoy us blasting musicals 24/7.) I lived in one of the bigger apartments that I shared with Lea, Dorian, Ari and Julia. Our next door neighbours were Gianna, Shy, Sage and Psy, just knock first before entering, okay? It will save your soul. Across the hallway lived Rebekah and Taylor, and next to them were the Poppys feat. Brandy and Hunter. One floor below us lived Gee and Marti, just because it was the more quieter floor and we could retreat there to get drunk. (Shh, don’t tell the kids.) Basically the first three floors of the building were just all members of the HamFam, with some unfortunate souls living amongst us.

But back to the blizzard day. After scrolling through basically the whole HamFam blog, I closed my laptop and tried to soak in all the memories, but ended up being awoken from my daydreams by a loud bang of our front door.

“WHO THE HELL IS SINGING SAY NO TO THIS THROUGH THE VENTS? I CAN HEAR YOU IN THE SHOWER!” screamed Dorian into the hallway, soaking wet and wearing her bathrobe.

An even louder laugh could be heard from the next door apartment. “I AM NOT EVEN SORRY! DON’T SAY NO TO SIN~”

That was Gianna. I mentally facepalmed, got up from my bed and walked in to the large kitchen-living room combination where Lea, Ari and Julia were sitting and trying not to crack up. The soaking wet Dorian closed the front door with another bang, when she didn’t get any other answers from next door and walked back in to the bathroom.

“Well that was an emotional rollercoaster,” said Lea and we just nodded in agreement.

Then another scream could be heard. We looked at each other in confusion, almost ran to the front door and looked into the hallway. Taylor and Rebekah were standing in front of their apartment’s door, which now was covered with pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio. Silent snickering could heard from the next door apartment again.

“PSY!!” Rebekah shouted which caused a even louder laughter coming out of the apartment.

Ari turned on her heels and walked to our fridge. “We are out of eggs, by the way.”

Julia sighed quietly. “Darn it, I really wanted pancakes.”

“Out of eggs? How can we be out of eggs?! This is a disaster,” I said surprisingly calmly. I walked back in to the hallway. “DOES ANYONE HAVE EGGS?!”

It was silent for a solid five minutes. The Poppys and Brandy peaked from their apartment, handing me a carton of eggs. Shy and Sage also brought me three eggs. But then footsteps could be heard in the stairs and everyone in the hallway turned around.

“Did someone need eggs?” asked Marti and Gee carrying 50 egg cartons.

“Why do you—” “Don’t question it, we don’t know either,” Gee said quietly while shaking her head.

*Time skip: +3hrs*

Dorian, Lea, Ari, Julia and I stared at the 51 empty egg cartons, the huge pile of pancakes and the mess that was our kitchen.

“We won…” Lea whispered.

“We won,” Dorian echoed.

Julia banged on the kitchen air vent. “WHO WANTS PANCAKES?”

In just few moments our apartment is packed with the all 43 members of the one and only HamFam, everyone’s laughing and eating pancakes with Hamilton and In the Heights playing in the background.

I couldn’t ask for better family.

philkas @ pride

okay so i havent seen this done and i wasnt feeling like doing an actual fic but i have so many headcanons about this

  • philip is the one that initially brings it up. he doesnt even ask lukas to go; theyre just hanging out and he mentions that its happening that weekend. 
  • he isnt expecting lukas to ask if he could go. he agrees, of course, because all he wants is for lukas to be able to accept who he is. 
    • lukas is shocked he even voiced his wanting to go. but part of him wants to go somewhere where absolutely everyone is okay with who he is.
    • he knows that being gay isnt inherently wrong; he knows its the homophobia he grew up around/internalized
    • he cant help but be excited. terrified, but excited. 
  • lukas ends up talking to rose, who tells him that shes going, and taking this girl she kinda likes, and some other kids from school are going, too. 
    • all of a sudden lukas is exposed to other lgbt people at school. theyre accepting and seem to just get it
    • anyways, they all plan to meet up for the parade and walk around and see everything 
    • “its your first pride we have to go all out”
  • lukas doesnt want to dress up or anything, but when rose shows up to philips house the morning of with two black shirts with rainbows on the front, lukas takes it. he puts a flannel on over it, and laughs when philip comes out wearing one of his flannels, too. 
    • rose has on a shirt proclaiming Pan Pride
  • before they leave, helen and gabe come down the stairs outfitted in rainbows head to toe
    • Gabe has a love is love shirt on
    • philip is kinda embarrassed, but the minute she sees Helen’s shirt (im not gay but my son is) he just gets this giant smile on his face.
      • philip didnt grow up around homophobia, not the way lukas did. it was around, but in the city, being gay wasnt as taboo. 
      • still it isnt something he ever broadcasted. he definitely didnt have his mom walking around with a shirt like that.
      • but here is helen and gabe, and theyre supporting him and his dumb boyfriend, and they accept him for who he is.
  • so they get there!! and lukas is super overwhelmed. its bright and loud and there are so many people. theyre all happy and theyre dancing and lukas can feel the excitement radiating. 
    • he’s never been open about being gay like this. he didnt even think it would be something he would ever be okay with
      • hes getting there. but he isnt quite there yet
    • anyways!!! he sees all these people (girls holding hands with girls, boys holding hands with boys, etc)
    • there are people kissing and laughing and dancing and lukas has never felt so okay
    • he super tentatively reaches over and takes philips hand. philip just looks over at him and gets this tiny smile on his face. he doesnt say anything, of course, but he pulls lukas into the crowd
    • gabe and helen end up talking to a set of lesbians who recognized gabe from the vet.
    • in the middle of the parade, rose catches a beaded necklace and gives it to the girl she came with, giving her a huge smile. 
      • eventually the two sneak away. philip and lukas see them kissing in an alleyway, the rainbow paint that was smeared on Rose’s cheeks now all over the other girls fingers
    • they meet lots of people. sometimes they ask lukas if philip is his boyfriend, and he doesnt hesitate to say yes. yes, he is. isnt he adorable?
    • it isnt just new for lukas. philip is happier than hes been in weeks. standing here, surrounded by love and acceptance, he doesnt even remember what if feels like to hurt. 
    • ryan kane, his mom, the cabin, all of it goes away.
    • it goes away because lukas is holding his hand, and kissing him in public, and giving him that goofy smile philip loves so much.
    • and it goes away for lukas, too, because he feels more loved than he ever has. he feels loved by philip and by his friends (new and old) and he feels loved by every other member of the lgbt community. 
      • on days like today, theyre all a big family. happy. free. proud
      • and that, that is everything. 
Personal Assistant

anonymousasked:

But what if you were Jeff’s PA and Harry’s always about for meeting etc and you notice him staring at you a little longer but you’ve never had much to do with him and think nothing of it, just another guy celeb looking at the secretary for longer than normal. Then one day you have to drive him somewhere cause Jeff forgot to tell you he’d need a car…

Warnings: None, smut hinted at but no actual smut | 8.2k



You’ve been in the office only an hour and a half and your hair is already tied up in a pony tail. It had been falling down in soft curls around your shoulders, styled that way after your appointment at the hairdressers the previous afternoon. However, a barrage of emails and a non-stop phone line meant it was quite simply annoying within thirty minutes of being at your desk. Normally by this time you’d have filtered through all the emails, sorting them into things that need dealing with before your second coffee and things that can wait. This morning your first coffee, from the place down the road, is untouched and probably cold in it’s takeaway container.

‘Come on Y/L/N in here.’ The voice of your boss pulls you from the email you’re halfway through reading and you turn in your chair to see him entering the office from the door behind you, not alone. You sigh grabbing your conference pad from one of the trays on your desk, your pen and the pile of paperwork that he has actually got to deal with himself. You’re not completely surprised Harry’s here on Jeff’s first day back in LA after a business trip to New York, but you half wish Jeff was alone so you could make a start on some paperwork with him.

Harry holds the door open for you and you smile a thanks as you walk past him taking your usual chair opposite Jeff at his desk. Harry sits in the chair next to you and you don’t miss his stare that lingers over you for a little longer than you’d think acceptable. You cross your legs laying your notepad on your lap and relax a little in the chair. You’ve been working for Jeff for over a year now so you’ve met Harry several times, but each time the lingering stare catches you out and you feel your heartbeat speed up a little inside your chest.

After two years of working your butt off in London to get as much experience under your belt as you could, you finally decided to take the leap and head off to sunny LA to try and bag your dream career. You were there, working in a juice bar for two months before you got the call from Jeff’s office for an interview. You never thought you’d get it, you knew you were exactly what Jeff was looking for, you had the experience and you two hit it off straight away so you knew you could work not just for him but with him, but there were always people better than you. Jeff didn’t think so, within an hour of leaving the interview room you had a call from him telling you the job was yours if you wanted it. As if you’d turn it down.

A year later and you were still there. The pay was good, the perks were good and Jeff was a good boss, and actually hadn’t turned out to be much less than a friend. Though you rarely socialised outside of work, your working relationship was ideal. You both knew how to work hard and play hard and though you shared plenty of banter you knew when it was time to get to work and you both knew the line.

‘You can keep your eyes off her Styles, she’s my pretty assistant, not a chance you’re stealing her off me.’ Jeff joked as he waited for his computer to load both you and Harry chuckling though admittedly slightly uncomfortable but not from Jeff’s words. He often called you his pretty assistant, and some might think that demeaning, but you both knew you were much more to him than that. You both knew he wouldn’t last a day on his own in the office without you. However, Jeff catching Harry staring at you, the same way you had, though you’d decided not to address it,not to even return the gaze, made the situation feel awkward.

‘How was New York?’ You asked, quickly changing the subject, flashing Jeff a smile.

‘It was good, you’ll be coming next time.’ Jeff told you and you snorted a laugh.

‘You say that every time.’ You reminded him and he did. Jeff laughed and you heard Harry let out a noise that sounded a little like laughter but was too quiet and almost under his breath for you too really tell.

‘How’s it been here?’ He asked and you could see he was in business mode now and genuinely wanted to know.

‘All fine,’ You told him with a smile. You stood and placed the mountain of paperwork on his desk, you didn’t miss the eye roll. ‘They all need signing, the top ones by tomorrow, the rest by the end of next week latest.’ You knew he didn’t miss the warning in your voice as he nodded having a quick flick through the paperwork. ‘Davey’s called literally everyday, I can’t fob him off much more Jeff.’ You said sitting back down, he nodded again and you could literally see him thinking.

‘You can see the cogs turning can’t you.’ Harry joked, this time the laughter in his voice more obvious. You turned to look at him and smiled, giggling. You and Harry never really spoke just the odd comment here and there, it wasn’t just Harry, you didn’t converse with many of the clients or people Jeff dealt with. Just enough to be polite and for them to feel comfortable if they had to wait outside Jeff’s office where your desk was, on it’s own.

‘Oi.’ Jeff said looking to Harry and you laughed again. ‘Send him an email for now, tell him I’m back from New York I’m thinking it over and I’ll call him next week.’ You nodded making a note on your pad. ‘Anything else I need to know urgently.’ You shook your head. ‘Great, what time’s Harry’s car coming?’ You raised your eyebrows looking directly at Jeff who shrugged. ‘Why are you looking at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about?’ He asked and you shook your head.

‘Cause I don’t know what you’re talking about Jeff.’ You told him honestly. And Jeff sighed.

‘I told you before I left Harry needed a car after our meeting-’

‘Nope, I didn’t even know Harry was going to be here this morning.’ You told him butting in. For the first few months if you knew Jeff was in the wrong you’d let him get away with it, he was the boss that’s how it worked, but he told you not to. He’d told you it wasn’t your fault if he’d made a mistake and you had to let him know because it wasn’t fair for you to get the blame. It took a little while for you to get your head around it, you’d never challenged a boss over something before, they were your boss after all but eventually you got used to it.

‘Oh shit.’ Jeff said scraping his hands through his black hair. You looked to Harry who was staring at Jeff a slightly amused grin on his face. He caught your eye and winked, you simply and quickly looking away. ‘Ok you’re going to have to take him Y/N.’ You looked at Jeff eyebrows raised. ‘Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s my fault but I can’t take him I’ve got that other meeting.’ You sighed. Jeff rarely forgot things but you never did and you knew this wasn’t your mistake but you also knew you couldn’t say no. There was a line.

‘What time?’ You asked looking at the clock. You still had emails to get through sorting yet, you hadn’t even started replying to them and it was already 10.30.

‘The meeting is at 11.30, leave here about quarter past.’ Jeff told you and you nodded. ‘To make it up to you I’ll have these done by the time you get back.’ Jeff said pointing at the pile of paperwork in front of him. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘No you won’t.’ You told him knowing well enough that Jeff wouldn’t start signing the paperwork until at least an hour before you needed them done. Jeff tried to challenge you, but you turned to Harry and interrupted. ‘Harry I bet you a year’s salary that Jeff won’t have that paper work done by the time I get back.’ Harry chuckled and looked back to Jeff who also had a smile on his face.

‘Fine, well thanks for that, you can go now.’ Jeff said to you an amused tone in his voice. You stood and left the room your smile instantly dropping. Driving Harry anywhere was not on your to do list ever, let alone today when it was the busiest day of your week. You just wanted to get everything finished and tied up so you could go home on time and enjoy your weekend without worrying about what you’d left behind.

You slumped into your chair at your desk and peered through the window between yours and Jeff’s office. The blinds were slightly open meaning you could just about see into Jeff and Harry’s meeting. Harry was relaxed back in his chair, you couldn’t see much of him but you could see his side profile and the index finger of his left hand that he had resting on his lips. He nodded his head every now and again as Jeff spoke. It was when Jeff turned his head to his computer screen that Harry turned his to the window and saw you staring. You quickly looked away to your own screen, feeling your cheeks reddening, but not missing Harry’s smug grin. You dropped your head into your hand so if he was still staring all he could see was the back of your head and you pretended to busy yourself with emails whilst you waited for the embarrassment from being caught staring to fade.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive. How could you not? He had eyes you could drown in and a bone structure that could cut you. He was darkly intriguing but kind and warm. You couldn’t help yourself but look at him from time to time. It wasn’t a crush it was just an admiration of a good looking man.

You ploughed through your emails for the next hour, replying to as many as you could and making a note of the most important ones to get around to when you got back. You answered the phone every three minutes only to tell the caller that Jeff was in meetings all day but you’d take a message and get him to call them back. And you would try but you’d ultimately fail. Anyone who Jeff really needed to talk to would call his mobile if it was urgent, anyone else could call the office and try again at a later time. Five past eleven didn’t take long to roll around and you hadn’t got nearly as much done as you wanted and you knew it was highly unlikely you’d get out of the office by quitting time.

You took yourself off to the bathroom for a freshen up, grabbing your bag from under your desk as you went. Checking yourself in the mirror you took your hair out of the tie holding it in its ponytail and letting it fall down around your shoulders however it wanted to. You moved it around a little so it didn’t look so much like you’d just woken up until you were happy. You were pleased to see the small amount of makeup you chose to wear to work was still in place. You quickly added a swipe of your new favourite lipgloss before spritzing your neck and wrists with your perfume and leaving the bathroom.

As you made your way through the office back to yours you could see Jeff and Harry already standing in your part of the office talking. You opened the door with your smile holding your bag down by your ankles and moving a little closer to Harry and Jeff. They both looked at you as you approached them and you knew they could tell something was different than when you were in Jeff’s office earlier but you weren’t sure they could tell what.

‘Here take the Rover.’ Jeff said dangling a set of keys on his finger. You recognised them from the few times Jeff had left them on your desk for the mechanic or the valet to come and collect the car. You took them from him and held them in your hand a little nervous at driving something that probably cost more than your apartment. ‘And treat yourself to lunch.’ He added flicking some plastic towards you - the company credit card. You took it from between his index and middle finger.

‘Thanks.’ You said with a slight smile. ‘And if you get a chance that paperwork really does need doing by tomorrow.’ Jeff nodded knowing you were being serious about it now. He said goodbye to you before turning to Harry to wish him goodbye also, although you didn’t hear their parting conversation as you headed for the door. You stood with your back to the door holding it open, waiting for Harry to join you.

‘Alright love?’ He asked and you nodded as you turned walking out of the office space toward the lift. Harry following you and the rest of the walk there silent. Harry pressed the button to summon the lift and you both stood staring at the closed doors waiting for them to open. They finally did and Harry outstretched his hand motioning for you to go first you thanked him with a smile and stepped into the lift turning back to the door, Harry joining you seconds later and standing next to you. The small space of the lift meant you could feel the heat radiating from his bare arms onto yours, a feeling which quickly spread through you.

‘I prefer your hair down.’ Harry said his voice taking you slightly by surprise despite his soft, slow, drawling voice. You looked up at him from your height disadvantage despite the slightly heeled boots you were wearing and he was already looking down at you to meet his eyes, a coy smile on his face.

‘Thanks.’ You said creasing your eyebrows. ‘I think.’ You added slightly unsure how to take it

‘It’s definitely a compliment.’ He assured you to which you simply nodded looking back away from him towards the door and the buttons of the lift which were blinking out as you lowered down the floors too slowly for your liking. ‘You can talk to me y’know.’

‘I know, I’m just not exactly sure what to say.’ You admitted as cooly as you could. The doors of the lift opening and you making your way out into the main lobby  ‘This way.’ You instructed walking towards the car park of the building rather than the main entrance that Harry was obviously used to entering through judging by the way he went to leave the building.

‘Well whatever you’d say to anyone else, I am a normal person.’ You simply nodded in response to his statement as you pushed the door open into the dark car park, lit by dim orange lights. ‘Come on you can talk to Jeff the way you did back then you can talk to me, he’s way more scary than me.’ Harry challenged walking behind you, following you towards the Range Rover parked in the same space it always was.

‘Maybe but I know Jeff a lot better than you.’ You reminded him hitting the button on the key fob to unlock the car. You walked around to the driver’s side and hopped in, Harry already in with his door shut by the time you did so. He was looking at you as you closed your own door, pulled your seatbelt on, started the car and chucked it in drive.

‘What do you know about Jeff that you don’t know about me?’ Harry questioned. You realised he’d simply been waiting for you to be in a position to concentrate on the conversation once again as now you were driving out of the car park his eyes were on the road rather than you.

‘Your birthday, your coffee order, your girlfriend’s name, basically everything.’ You told him as you pulled out into the stream of traffic. ‘Can you grab my sunglasses from my bag?’ You asked, the LA sunshine blinding you slightly. Harry reached behind your seat pulling your bag onto his lap and rummaging around until he found the Ray Ban case and pulled the sunglasses out handing them to you. You put the tortoise shell framed, pink polarised lenses on quickly checking yourself in the rear view before focusing completely on the road. Only realising afterwards that considering you were having an argument about not being able to talk to him to because you didn’t know him well enough, that you’d just asked him to do something quite forward. You shrugged it off concentrating on driving and listening to Harry’s response who seemed to think nothing of your request.

‘Ok so first of February, americano iced or hot depends on the weather, with milk if I’m feeling crap, no girlfriend.’ Harry reeled the list of like it was second nature and you nodded along taking it in. ‘So now we can talk normally?’ He questioned, looking at you again, you smirked slightly before responding.

‘I guess cause I mean there’s like literally nothing we don’t know about each other now.’ Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and you were glad Harry saw the humour in it, chortling to the side of you and looking out of his window.  ‘Sorry, so nervous for your meeting?’ You asked changing the subject not wanting him to think you were a complete narcissistic bitch.

‘Not particularly just finalising some things.’ He told you nonchalantly, scrunching up his nose to add to the offhand-ness of the comment.  ‘Let’s not talk about work hey?’ He asked and you agreed with a bow of your head. ‘So what about you birthday, coffee order, boyfriends name?’

‘Twenty first of June, large cappuccino, no boyfriend.’ You told him well aware you were both flirting with the idea of flirting with one another and now you’d both affirmed the pair of you were equally single you felt the atmosphere change slightly.

‘Get out of town no boyfriends, what are you talking about?’ The exaggerated shock in Harry’s voice made you giggle and you shook your head.

‘Are you flirting with me Harry?’ You asked calling him out but he didn’t blush or sink back.

‘Maybe a little, would it be such a bad thing?’ He asked suavely. You shook your head this time flicking your eyes in his direction, away from the road just for a second. ‘That’s good.’ He smiled confidently. ‘I saw you staring earlier.’ He said cockily and you glanced at him again. He was staring at you now, his tongue resting on his left canine tooth.

‘I saw you staring earlier.’ You quipped and he let out a throaty chuckle.

‘Fair enough.’ You felt a coy smile taking over and you chewed on your mouth to prevent it being seen.  ‘So maybe I could take you for dinner?’ He proposed with confidence.

‘I’m not sure that would be appropriate.’ You told him any sort of smile leaving your face. It was a bit of fun in the car but you knew that’s all it could be.

‘What do you mean?’ Harry was clearly a little taken aback, the slight drunkenness in his voice having now disappeared.

‘Well I work for Jeff and you’re Jeff’s client, I think that might be overstepping some boundaries.’ You explained regretting the admission but knowing it was right.

‘Oh come on Jeff wouldn’t mind.’ He implored, begging with you almost without actually begging. ‘We wouldn’t have to tell him if that would make you feel better.’ Harry suggested raising his eyebrows, you saw out of the corner of your eye.

‘I can’t Harry, sorry.’ You ascertained finally.

‘Oh come on, we’re having a good time, you don’t want to carry on?’ He flirted with conviction clearly trying to win you back around. You could hear the lustful playfulness in his voice and the way he let his words draw out even more than normal. You ignored the way it made you feel and shook your head. ‘It’s only dinner.’ He added less flirtatiously and slightly more agitated.  

‘We’re here.’ You said bringing an end to the pointless back and forth. ‘I’ll sort a car out to come and get you.’ You informed him as he unclipped his seatbelt.

‘You mean you’re not picking me up?’ He asked turning to you and letting his hand fall on your mid thigh. It almost burned but you didn’t flinch away, just swallowed and shook your head. ‘Well that’s a shame, I’ll talk to you later.’ You nodded, at least letting him belief he would as he squeezed your thigh clearly enjoying watching the effect he was having on you take over before he opened the car door drawing his hand back of your thigh and closing the door behind him. Disappearing away.

‘Shit.’ You hissed checking your wing mirror before driving off down the road not even looking to check Harry had gone into the building.

You grabbed a salad and an iced latte to take back to the office and ate it at your desk in between replying to emails. Jeff didn’t leave the office to welcome you back, or for the majority of the afternoon apart from to grab himself some food and a coffee. He took the car keys and credit card back off you when you returned but that was the most interaction you had. You could see into his office that he was working through the pile of paperwork in between phone calls and you smiled gratefully even though he couldn’t see you. Your company phone buzzing on your desk distracted you from the five minutes you were taking to enjoy the last of your salad.

Wishing you’d just said yes? Harry

You rolled your eyes as you read the message not even needing to get to the signature to know who it was from. You dropped your fork back into the plastic bowl and leant over the device so you could reply without Jeff seeing you using the phone. He’d only question it, he knew as well as you did that you rarely used it. You hated Jeff for a second for giving Harry the card that detailed your work mobile number as well as his own but you knew this wasn’t really his fault.

This is a work phone Harry

Let’s hope Jeff doesn’t tap your messages then

Harry seriously

Well give me your number so we can organise dinner

No Harry I told you

Fine I’ll just keep bugging you here then

Did you like my hand on your thigh earlier?

Ok that’s enough

I thought you were meant to be a nice guy,

I am

You’re blackmailing me into this

Only cause I know deep down you want to

Fine one dinner that’s it

Great I’ll pick you up from the office after work

I need to get changed

Ok text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8

Ok

If you don’t I’ll be outside the office

You are blackmailing me

You love it

You smiled despite yourself, Jeff’s office door opening distracting you. You locked the phone as discreetly as you could, beaming a smile at Jeff to divert his attention.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ He asked and you shook your head as he handed a pile of paperwork over the desk to you. ‘Half way through’s pretty good hey?’ You nodded and giggled.

‘Thanks, that’s great I’ll get them sent off.’ Jeff nodded thanking you as you put them in the appropriate tray in your desk organiser. ‘You off?’ You asked him noticing the keys in his hand, the same ones you’d held onto earlier.

‘Yeah, feeling it a little after the flight.’ You chuckled rolling your eyes mockingly at Jeff. You didn’t miss the humoured smile he flashed. ‘Don’t hang around here too late tonight, if you’re still here at 5.30 I’m docking pay.’ He winked and you shook your head.

‘Have a nice weekend, I’ll see you Monday.’ He nodded wishing you the same before walking out of your office. Once he’d gone you quickly texted Harry your address from your own mobile and deleted his texts from the work one. You ignored his reply, determined to get through the rest of your emails in the last half an hour or your day.

Five thirty came around and you decided for once you’d take Jeff’s advice and leave on time with a few things still left to do but nothing that couldn’t wait. There were a couple of people still in the main office as you left and you wished them goodbye with a slight wave heading down the same way you and Harry had gone earlier to your own, far less glamorous, car. You couldn’t help but notice how much less entertaining the walk was as well as the car journey back to your apartment.

By the time you got home the sun had long set and the air had chilled to something that would have been comfortable back home in London but now, you were accustomed to LA weather, felt chilly. You headed into the apartment of your building choosing to take the stairs the guilt of the gym membership that hadn’t been used for two weeks now weighing heavy on you.Your apartment was dark when you got in, the blinds for the only window in the open plan living-kitchen-diner, shut. You turned the light on and headed for the fridge cracking open the bottle of white wine in the door deciding a glass of dutch courage was just what you needed ahead of your ‘date’.

You showered quickly trying your best not let your hair get even a drop of water on it. You had it secured on top your head and wore a shower cap as well that you’d received as a joke and only used a couple of times previous. Your hair still looked reasonable from the hairdressers and you knew not having to do anything to it would take a good percentage of time off how long it would take you get ready. Following your shower you laid on your bed for some time in only your towel scrolling through social media and enjoying your glass of wine. It wasn’t until a text from Harry flashed up telling you he was on his way that you decided it was about time you got up and got dressed. You knew what you wearing and it didn’t take you long to find the black jeans and white off the shoulder, silk blouse. It was simple but fail-safe. You went for simple makeup as always, a thin layer of foundation, a little concealer under your eyes and on any blemishes, some bronzer to help you look less tired, a few coats of mascara and eyebrow pencil just to fill in the gaps.You swiped a nude lip paint on just as your door bell rang. You smiled happy with the timing, never having been someone who liked to wait around. You spritzed on some perfume before heading to the door. You left your apartment with a bag containing your keys, phone and purse and that was it.

Harry was stood at the door of the apartment complex, you didn’t catch his eye but noticed his all black outfit. Black skinny jeans, the same as every time you’d seen him, a black shirt and a black silk scarf underneath probably tied lower down underneath the shirt where you couldn’t see. You smiled from the other side of the door before opening it. Harry smiled sweetly back as you joined him on his side of the door leaning down and politely kissing both your cheeks, the door closing by itself behind you.

‘You look incredible.’ He told you confidently and honestly you smiled bashfully thanking him.

‘You don’t look to bad yourself.’ He led you towards the car that was still running and waiting for you both. ‘Where are we going?’ You asked, Harry holding the car door open for you so you could slide in. He slid in beside you closing the door before the driver pulled away.

‘Just a quiet little place I know.’ He told you and you believed him. You could imagine dining in the busy restaurants in the city only got annoying when people recognised you all the time. You were interested to see where you’d end up but relaxed back in the seat just going with it and not prying anymore into the location of the restaurant. The drive was fairly quiet asking about each other’s afternoon that you both could have guessed the answers to but not wanting to really talk when the driver could so blatantly hear your conversation.

‘Here we are Mr Styles.’ The driver said turning the interior lights of the car on. Harry opened the door thanking the driver as he slid out, you followed him and joined him on the pavement. Harry stuck his head back in the car talking to the driver and you took the time to take in the restaurant. You could tell it was an Italian but it wasn’t one you’d noticed before and you knew it wasn’t going to be super fancy. It looked dark and quiet and you wondered how Harry had found it. When he joined you again he laid his hand on your lower back, pushing the silk of your top against the bare skin there.

‘Ok love?’ You nodded as you had earlier when he asked the same question back in the office but with less anxiety in your stomach. He directed you towards the entrance of the restaurant as expected pulling the door open for you and letting you enter first. The restaurant was warm and a fair few of the tables were full but they were too engrossed in their own food to notice you and Harry enter. The dim lights cast shadows around the place that made it feel more traditional than other, chain Italian restaurants you’d been in.

‘Ah Harry how are you?’ A loud Italian voice bellowed and you turned to it. A young Italian man was approaching you, his black hair slicked back and dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. You looked up at Harry who had a cheerful grin spread across his face, his cheeks dimpled and his perfect teeth on show. ‘Ah a lady friend tonight, you have come to the perfect place for romance young Mr Styles.’ Harry chuckled at the man who was now stood in front of you looking from you to Harry.

‘You got the normal table Tony?’ Harry asked and the man you now knew the name of nodded telling you both to follow him. Harry touched your back again and you followed Tony around the restaurant to a much quieter spot, no one else on any of the tables around. Tony stood next to a small booth, raised slightly and designed for two diners. You smiled and slid in Harry doing the same opposite you.

‘Your menus.’ Tony said placing menus down on the table and looking at Harry. ‘Your normal wine Mr Styles?’ Harry nodded muttering a thanks before Tony gave a slight bow and left you to it.

‘You come here a lot huh?’ You commented with a cheeky grin. Harry chuckled and nodded.

‘One of the only places I can eat around here without getting papped.’ He admitted grabbing a menu and handing the other to you. You thanked him glancing at it quickly. You had to wonder how many other girls he’d bought here but you tried not to think about the ones you knew he’d been associated with and the potential others you knew nothing about and instead decided to focus on enjoying an evening out with who was, essentially, a stranger.

‘You do like Italian right?’ Harry asked a slight concern in his voice. You nodded quickly reassuring him.

‘Yeah love it.’ You told him emphatically and he smiled glancing back at the menu. ‘What’s good?’ You questioned him, doing the same and scanning the items on the menu. Of course some of it you recognised but others you didn’t.

‘Well what do you fancy, pizza, pasta, meat, fish?’ He asked you dropping his menu slightly so he could look you. You thought about it, pursing your lips in as you did so.

‘I’ll tell you what, you order for me.’ You challenged with a cocky smile. Harry raised his eyebrows and grinned.

‘Ok fine, you’re not allergic to anything are you?’ He asked and you shook your head. He smiled dropping his menu completely and sliding it back to the end just as Tony returned with the bottle of red. He poured a little in Harry’s glass for him to taste which Harry did, you stifling a giggle as he imitated someone who knew what they were doing. Harry chuckled and told Tony it was fine allowing Tony to fill both your glasses.

‘Are you ready to order?’ Tony asked and Harry nodded lifting the menu.

‘Can we just get two of those please?’ Harry pointed to something on the menu you couldn’t see, Tony nodded with a grin before walking away again. Harry looked back to you with a smile. ‘It’s my favourite I think you’ll love it.’ You smiled back and took a sip of the wine.

You continued to quiz each other until the food arrived. Harry entertaining you with stories that you couldn’t match, he’d lived a far more exciting life than you have but even so he asked you about it and seemed genuinely interested when you talked about yourself, laughing in all the right places and nodding along, looking at you as you talk, dropping your eyes to the glass of wine you’re holding onto lightly. You almost feel slightly sad when you see Tony rounding the corner towards you with your food. That doesn’t stop him though he continues to ask you a last couple of questions and talk like you’ve got hours until you’re interrupted.

‘Two beef and red wine ravioli.’ Tony said making it sound beautiful when he says it with his un-effected Italian accent. He places one plate down in front of you both, you smile thanks shaking your head when he asks if he can get you anything else before he disappears again.

‘It looks lovely’ You comment still wearing a smile looking at the plate of pasta parcels coated in a rich red sauce. Harry nods picking up his fork and tucking in. You doing the same taking the first bite, the taste on your tongue incredible. You nod to Harry’s questioning look, swallowing so you can tell him how good it is. ‘It’s delicious.’ He smiles proudly and continues to eat.

It wasn’t until Harry interrupted you both half way through your meal to ask for another bottle wine that you realised between you, you’d already finished the first. You allowed him to fill your glass again as you continued to talk and finish your plates. It wasn’t until halfway through the second bottle that you felt Harry’s foot find your leg, intertwining them and grazing his booted foot and up and down your calf. It wasn’t until you finished eating you noticed the effect the wine was having on you. Your head was light, not spinning but not completely normal, you were sure you’d have to stand slowly when it finally came to it.

‘Good?’ Harry asked moving both your plates to the end of the table, both empty. You nodded wiping the corners of your mouth with your napkin and taking the final mouthful of the wine in your glass. Harry moved to refill it again, the second bottle on its last legs and nearly ready to join the first, but you prevented him putting your hand over the glass and shaking your head.

‘That’s enough for me thank you.’ You told him and he chuckled placing the bottle on the table again and finishing his own glass, watching you darkly over the rim. Suddenly you had an inkling you were looking at more than dinner, maybe it was the wine talking but you didn’t mind as much as you thought you might have done earlier on. You certainly made no move to push him away, the simple gesture making your whole leg tingle.

‘Well maybe I should call the car?’ Harry’s suggestive tone matched the look on his face, you simply nodded to which he grinned, pulling his phone from his pocket and not taking his eyes from you as he lifted it to his ear and arranged for his car to collect you and take you both to his house. You could have stopped him several times but you didn’t, you both knew where this was going now and you didn’t want it to stop. Despite your earlier doubts you found yourself succumbing to him, but he was doing the same and maybe it was the wine clouding your mind but even as you looked ahead to the next morning you couldn’t see yourself regretting it.

An hour or so later and you were exactly where you thought you’d be. Pushed up against Harry’s front door, his hands either side of your head and his lips attacking your neck with kisses and playful nips. Your hands were working on his belt, tugging it at it to release it before making light work of the buttons securing his jeans over his ever hardening crotch. He let out a deep, guttural moan as your hand slipped in between his tight boxers and his jeans, palming him gently at first but upping the anti with the sound that left his mouth. His hands made their way down the door, slipping under your thighs and lifting you with ease from the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you wherever he thought best, hoping he knew his house well as you attached your lips to his as he walked, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly as your tongue flicked into his mouth. He dropped you onto a couch not letting your lips go as he crawled on top of you attacking the button of your jeans.

‘You sure?’ He questioned, talking against your lips. You nodded letting out a quiet moan as his hand dipped into the front of your jeans.

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You felt unreasonably anxious as you walked into the office on Monday morning. You’d tried not to dress any smarter or any less casual, your hair was in a high, long ponytail, the same make up as always on your face. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. There was no reason Harry would have told Jeff about your evening together but there was also a lot of reasons he would. Jeff was Harry’s friend, you hoped he’d realise why it wouldn’t be a good idea and you were sure he would but even the tiniest amount of doubt in your mind was too much.

You’d woken up in Harry’s bed, his Kiss T-Shirt covering your body as well as his duvet. You’re memory was completely intact, you knew exactly where you were and who should be lying next to you and as anticipated you didn’t regret a second of it. You’d shared an incredible evening and even though you knew you probably shouldn’t have done it, your body craved him from the minute you saw him stood at your door the previous evening. As you got to know him better and you conversed with one another through the evening you soon realised it was a little more than lust. You spent that whole day in his Kiss T-Shirt. He made you pancakes and you ordered pizza to eat together in front of the TV with a movie on. You spent that night with him and enjoyed each other’s bodies all over again, discovering new things about one another and learning new ways to relish in one another. You were fully aware, even if this never happened again, it was more than a hook up, more than a one night stand.

Jeff was already in his office that morning. He had a tight white shirt on, only the top button undone and he looked as well put together as always. You smiled when he looked up at you and you went straight through, the open office door the only invitation you needed. You placed one of the takeaway coffee’s down on his desk as you greeted him.

‘Good weekend?’ You asked him with a smile hoping he’d simply nod and ask you the same as he always did. He did nod.

‘Yes thanks, need to go over a couple of things with you this morning.’ He said. You nodded trying not to show any hesitancy in complying with his request. You were sure it was just about the paperwork he had in front of him, if it was about you and Harry he would have worded it differently, there would have been more of a warning tone but even so you felt anxious about what was sure to be a normal Monday meeting. You took your jacket off and hung it with Jeff’s before putting your bag by your desk and grabbing your conference pad.

Jeff smiled at you as you re-entered and you felt a little easier for it. You sat at your normal seat and for some reason wished Harry was sitting down in the one next to you as he had done on Friday morning.

‘I’m heading off to New York again in a couple of weeks.’ Jeff started and you made a note of it on your pad.

‘Do I get to come this time?’ You quipped as you wrote, making sure to smile to ensure Jeff knew it was a joke. You didn’t expect to go. You knew he could say you’d be going with him the next time every time until the end of your employment and he’d still never take you. He preferred to keep you in LA where you could keep everything under control for him.

‘You’ll be going to London.’ You looked up at him quickly. You sure you looked shocked and confused because that’s how you felt.

‘What?’ You asked. ‘Why?’ For a second you thought he was getting rid of you but really you knew what this was about and you swallowed when you remembered. You’d been sat on Harry’s bed cross legged facing him, your hands cradling a mug of coffee his doing the same though he only needed one of his large hands to grip onto the mug fully. He’d come out with it from nowhere and all of a sudden.

‘I want you to come to London with me.’ You nearly spat your coffee out, assuming he was messing around but one look at his face told you he wasn’t. His eyes were narrowed slightly and his lips pursed. ‘I’m serious, I want you to be my assistant.’ He told you and you shook your head. There was no way you could do that, especially in London. You’d left London to come out and do exactly what you were doing. You were living your dream. You wanted to work with someone in the music and entertainment business and you were working with one of the biggest there was. You had no desire, at all, to change that. ‘Oh come on Y/N think how much fun we’d have.’ He winked at you and you felt disgusted at both yourself and him.

‘Oh my god no.’ You said moving quickly from the bed. You put your coffee on the side and started hunting for your jeans and your other clothes that had remained on the floor after your first night with Harry that now made you feel sick.

‘I didn’t mean it like that Y/N stop.’ He tried to convince you to get back on his bed but you couldn’t even look at him as you pulled your jeans on.

‘I’m not some sex worker who’s going to follow you around London so you can get your kicks.’ You spat angrily at him grabbing your bag that you hadn’t taken anything from for the whole time you’d been with Harry. You didn’t take his t-shirt off but stormed through the large penthouse suite away from him. He was following you quickly and you heard him put down his mug before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him just before you reached the door.

‘I know you’re not, that’s not what I meant, I was joking.’ He tried to reassure you and you listened but you weren’t taking any of it to heart. His drown-worthy eyes and sharp bone structure wasn’t going to pull you in again. ‘You’re incredible at what you do and I want you to work for me, in London, I’m not asking you, not even a little bit, because I want to keep sleeping with you.’ He told you, you could see the sincerity in his eyes but you didn’t care for it. You pulled your hand from his grip and turned away from him leaving his apartment without another word.

‘Harry wants you as his assistant while he’s back in London for a while.’ Jeff told you and you were back in the moment. You shook your head not sure what to say or do.

‘I like working for you, I want to work for you.’ You told him, feeling a little hurt but more concerned about the fact you didn’t want to go to London with Harry but not sure how you could get out of it without finding yourself jobless.

‘Y/N I’m telling you to, you’ll be working for Harry but really you’ll be working for me.’ He told you and you knew that made sense but you’d still be Harry’s assistant. ‘Go to London, take some holiday and see your family, you haven’t been back since you’ve been with me.’ He reminded you and you and that did sound appealing. The only downside of living your dream was that your family where so far away and in a different time zone.

‘How long’s it for?’ You asked tentatively.

‘Two months at the moment it might be longer yet.’ He told you and you nodded biting your lip, mulling it over.

‘I’m not going to force you to go if you really, really don’t want to, but I think when it actually comes to it you do want to go.’ Jeff said and suddenly you hated that he was just as much your friend as your boss, why had you let him get to know you so well? He was catching you out left, right and centre. ‘It’ll be good for your career, give you some new experiences and the chance to do something a bit different, you won’t be tied to an office for a start.’ Jeff told you and you nodded appreciating what he was saying. ‘So shall I book your ticket?’ He asked cautiously. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You knew Harry didn’t mean what he’d said, you knew you’d overreacted and the opportunity that was being handed to you on a plate, because you’d been requested because of how good you were at your job, was too good to pass up. You knew that and you nodded to Jeff who smiled.

‘Good, now go get to work.’ He said playfully and you chuckled lightly looking at your notepad and tapping it, before standing and making for the door. ‘Oh and if you’re into Italian restaurants there’s a really good one just outside London, I’ll have to give one of you the number.’ You turned your head back to him quickly and he was sat reclining in his seat a knowing and cocky look on his face. You could feel your cheeks reddening and Jeff just laughed. ‘I find out everything Y/N you know that, it’s a good job I like you.’ You smiled despite yourself and the scarlet tone you were sure your cheeks were sporting. ‘I need to make a call now so if you shut the door please?’ You nodded and left the room glad Jeff didn’t make any more of the situation. You sat down at the desk and turned your computer on, grabbing your phone from your bag whilst you waited for it to load.

Alright boss? ;)

HA knew you wouldn’t be able to resist

So I’ll just pack the shirt you left at mine in my case for London

I guess so

Do you want to meet for lunch? I think I owe you an apology for how I reacted the other day

You really don’t owe me an apology but I’m definitely up for lunch

Meet you outside the office at 1?

Perfect, see you then.

Flower Girl and Star Boy

pairing: john laurens x reader!

word count: 2880

warnings: bad fluff, there might be a swear or two in there somewhere idk

summary: john laurens moves into the house next to your uncles and you grow up together, getting to know each other every sunday after church. he loves drawing, stars, and his turtle, Washington. you couldn’t help but become enamored with this boy; you just hope he feels the same way about you…

a/n: basically this was an idea that came to me after seeing all that wonderful fanart of John bein made of stars!!! i also hc john as a serious #artist for whatever reason, so that’s where that part of this came in. i hope this okay, it’s not really hamilton-related but it has ya boy in it!this is also probably bad, sorry - also sorry if something like this has been done before…


After church every Sunday, your family went to your uncle’s estate, where you then stayed until after it got dark to spend time with the relatives you wouldn’t see often otherwise. You didn’t really like it there – you felt so small and insignificant in a house full of adults and your older, taller siblings. But there was one thing you liked about it – in the backyard of your uncle’s house, there was a field of flowers of all different kinds, sprouting up from the soil. Every Sunday after dinner, before you left to go home, you would go into the back and admire the flora stretching out in front of you, a sea of scattered pastels and greens and whites.

Except one day, it was different.

The house to the right of your uncle’s had been on sale for as long as you could remember, which was surprising, because you didn’t understand how anyone could pass up this view. For whatever reason, no one was biting. However, you noticed two months ago that it had finally been bought, by a family your uncle said was ‘nice.’ You hadn’t seen anyone from the family yet, adults or otherwise, but on this early evening day in late May, there was a young boy, sitting in a lawn chair, sketchbook in his hand and a straw hat resting atop a mountain of curls. He looked around your age. Stepping tentatively through the grass, not to disturb any flowers, you walked over to him.

“Hi,” you said softly. “Are you one of the kids who just moved in here?”

The boy looked up at you, and the first thing you noticed was that he had the most beautiful collection of freckles spread across his rosy cheeks and nose. “Yeah,” he answered. “I’m John Laurens.”

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